"If we pay your toll and listen to you sing this damn song, will you crawl back under your bridge and leave us alone?" Santana abruptly asked, interrupting Rachel's diatribe about how important it was to sing the correct songs for Nationals.
Rachel tossed her shoulders back before facing the cheerleader. "I happen to think that 'The Way We Were' is a perfect song to sing at Nationals –"
"Because it's Streisand and you will sing it and we won't even be necessary as your doo-wops. No Rachel," Mercedes said as Sam draped his jacket over the bare legs her skirt revealed. She smiled at him sweetly, all thoughts of Rachel wiped from her mind. "Thank you, baby. How'd you know I was cold?"
"Come on, people! I'm sure we can figure out some routine that can showcase the talents of all our graduating seniors," Mr. Schue said pointedly from his perch on the piano. Rachel flashed him a tight smile.
"With all due respect, Mr. Schue –"
"Aww Lawd!" Artie said, tossing his hands into the air.
"– We also want to bring a win home for our graduating seniors. A win."
"Like the one you didn't get when you failed to get into NYA – Ow!" Santana pouted and rubbed her arm where Brittany had smacked her.
"Sorry. Bug," her girlfriend said, rubbing the reddened area.
"Maybe we could sing 'Love Bug'. A little Jonas Bros dance number," Blaine suggested and Kurt patted his arm with a smile and softly said, "Oh honey, no…"
"Why don't we just get Mike and Sam to do our choreography? Sam helped a lot during Sectionals," Tina said and the rest of the club nodded thoughtfully. "And I could get a solo."
"And the Troubletones get their shine, too," said Santana firmly.
"But I could get a solo."
Rachel ignored them all. "We're not going to get a win with overblown… urban… gospel runs – Or stripper moves!"
Silence.
This was usually the part when a "Hell to the no!" was interjected into the conversation, so every eye in the room – including Rachel's – travelled to the corner where Mercedes was oddly quiet. And then every eye widened.
The couple couldn't feel the eyes on them, so they continued what they were doing… under Sam's jacket.
"Sam! Hands where I can see them!" Mr. Schue barked, his expression a little outraged and a lot disbelieving. Coolly, Sam lifted his left hand into the air and, after licking his pointer and middle finger clean, lifted his right, too.