Life post Spectacular, Spectacular night didn't change noticeably for the Gleeks. The stares continued, but they seemed to be less terrified or derogatory, and moved toward grudging respect; or at the very least grudging acceptance. Jet's castration services had yet to be put in practice on any of the jocks. Kurt had even told Rachel that not one, but two of her outfits weren't completely hideous. From where Rachel sat, at least, life was on its very best behaviour.
She blew kisses at her laptop screen.
"No words for how much I miss you!" Rachel said to the slightly blurry form that was Jesse.
"Oh, I think I get it." He replied.
"How was your performance night?" He asked.
"It was really, really great actually. Jet has just been such a great addition to the group." Rachel said.
"I saw the pictures she put up on FaceBook. That boyfriend of yours is even more gorgeous than I remember." Jesse teased.
"He is very fun to look at, isn't he?" Rachel agreed.
"How's Adonis?" Rachel asked.
"Old news sweetie. He decided to wander back into the closet with a blonde, overly tanned and clearly false busted rag doll." Jesse said breezily.
"Where is loverboy? Its Friday night, and you're home alone, with green gunk all over you face, Skypeing your gay best friend. What's going on?" Jesse asked suspiciously.
"I had a singing lesson with Shelby. She decided it would be a good mother/daughter-bonding thing for us to do. Anyway, because I was off singing, Noah and Quinn are hanging out." Rachel explained.
"Isn't that weird?" Jesse asked. Rachel bit her lip and pondered.
"They have a thing. Is that really a surprise? They're connected in this intense, special way because they made a baby together. I don't pretend to get it, but I'm not entirely sure that I need to get it. They love each other in a way that people who don't share their relationship just can't comprehend. I trust them both implicitly." Rachel said.
"I'm not sure that Noah really gets our relationship. I don't think he grasps how I can trust you and love you the way I do given everything we've been through. But our relationship is the closest reference point I have to theirs. Noah respects our relationship, regardless of whether or not he gets it. I do the same with his relationship with Quinn." Rachel added after a pause.
"That was…profound." Jesse muttered. If they'd been in the same room, Rachel's elbow would have been dug into his ribs for sure.
"Its been known to happen from time to time." Rachel quipped. Jesse laughed.
"I know, I know. You're the brains, I'm just the really pretty one." He offered.
"Excuse me, Mr. St James, but we all know that I'm in possession of good looks AND superior intellect. Its ok if you can't cope with so much pure womanhood packed into one tiny body." Rachel said, mock offended.
"I never said you weren't pretty. I just said I'm prettier." Jesse teased.
"You're so lucky you're several states away and on a different time zone!" Rachel gasped.
"What would you do? Sit on me? I've carried heavier milk cartons before!" Jesse declared.
"I take that as a compliment." Rachel said pompously.
"You're so in love with him. You're all gooey and full of secret feelings." Jesse informed her. Rachel coloured.
"Shut up." She replied bashfully. She heard someone walking upstairs. Her door swung open.
"Hey baby." Puck greeted Rachel casually. She smiled
"Hey babe. I'm just talking to Jesse." She replied.
"Hi Puck!" Jesse said with casual wave.
"Hey." Puck replied, before stretching his lithe form across Rachel's bed.
"What were we talking about before you insinuated that I'm not pretty?" Rachel asked.
"I did no such thing!" Jesse replied, affronted.
"I don't remember." He added.
"Columbus's next show is Cabaret. Jet's dying. Mein Herr is one of her audition songs." Rachel commented.
"Oh man. That must be fun." Jesse said wryly. Rachel rolled her eyes.
"I keep distracting her with anything and everything I can think of" Rachel replied. Rachel noticed Jesse check the time, and then his eyes flicked over towards Rachel's bed.
"I'm gonna go gorgeous. Miss you." He said.
"Miss you more dad. I love you. Give my love to Christian!" Rachel said.
"Love you too! Kisses!" Jesse replied before ending the call. Rachel turned around to Puck.
"You're back early." Rachel commented, turning around on her Swiss ball to face Puck. He raised an eyebrow at her in question.
"Normally when you and Quinn hang out, you text me at like, one am telling me you didn't die driving home." Rachel explained.
"I wanted to see my girlfriend. Is that ok?" Puck asked. Rachel frowned at his defensive tone.
"Why wouldn't that be ok?" Rachel asked him. She stood up.
"I'm going to wash my face." She told him, heading to the bathroom. She quickly cleaned the avocado and oatmeal gunk off her face, and applied a cooling nighttime moisturiser afterwards. She headed back into her room and sat down with Puck on her bed.
"Are you alright?" She asked. He put his hand on her knee.
"I'm fine." He said. Rachel lay down next to him, and propped her face up on her hand.
"You're not acting fine." She commented.
"Why are you pushing this?" He snapped, sitting up abruptly.
"Because I care about you. You were totally normal when you came in here, and now you're acting like I scratched your car. I'm not a mind reader. If something is the matter, you need to use your words and tell me." She retaliated, sitting up herself. She noticed Puck eyeing the picture of her balancing on Jesse's feet.
"Oh, do NOT tell me you're jealous of him." She groaned.
"I won't tell you then." He said stiffly.
"You have got to be kidding me. How is this different to any of my other relationships?" Rachel demanded.
"Have you listened to yourself lately? Oh Jesse, I love you so much! I miss you. Jet, you're awesome. I love you. You go around declaring your undying love for Tina, and even that Christian dude. Do you hear yourself?" Puck answered angrily Rachel blinked several times.
"And you think that means I don't love you?" Rachel asked. She observed the tension in her boyfriend's body when he sat down on her bedbox and rested his head in his hands. She sighed and moved next to him.
"You're right. I talk about how much I love my Spring Awakening castmates. And I do." Rachel started. She noticed the way his jaw tightened. She placed a small hand on his back, and felt the tension gathered between his shoulder blades.
"That doesn't mean that I don't love you." Rachel said. He slowly turned towards her.
"Oh my gosh. Noah, I've loved you since you had me up against that wall in Columbus. That's probably not even accurate. I've loved you since the day you picked me over football." Rachel admitted. She pulled his head to hers and kissed him.
"I didn't want to scare you." Rachel whispered against his lips.
"I know you're not big on words. Anything you do, you do through actions. I thought I'd made it obvious how I felt." Rachel confessed.
"You don't work so well through actions babe. We both know how much you like talking." Puck teased her.
"I love you." He said quietly.
"Oh baby, I love you too." She replied. She rested her forehead against his.
"Quinn called me on my shit. Told me that even a blind guy could see that I love you. She said I had to man up and tell you. That's why I came over here. I had to tell you before I wussed out." Puck confessed.
"Jesse was teasing me about how in love I am with you tonight." Rachel remarked.
"Cosmic timing." She added as an afterthought.
"My dads aren't home. Wanna see if you can get my bra off?" Rachel asked. Puck grinned.
Rachel observed Brittany's confused stare as she looked at the screen of her laptop.
"Are you ok?" Rachel asked. Brittany bit her lip in confusion and looked at Rachel.
"Not really. I want to buy this for my party, but I can't work out where my credit card goes." Brittany replied, gesturing to the Cinderella costume on the screen. Rachel smiled.
"Don't buy it online. Chances are it won't fit." Rachel said.
"But I need a costume!" Brittany squeaked.
"I know. I'll take you to a little place in Dayton after school today." Rachel assured her. Brittany brightened.
"So we can go shopping and on a road trip?" She asked. Rachel nodded.
Brittany stared at her reflection critically. She turned side on.
"I just can't decide. Rachel, you pick." She said. The debate was between the traditional Cinderella dress, and a dress very similar to the timeless one worn by Cindy in the Disney classic, but this one had a much shorter hemline. Rachel shrugged.
"Why not get both? It is your birthday." Rachel suggested.
"I could. But I can't wear two dresses at once." Brittany pointed out.
"True. But you can start the night in the long dress, and when the dancing starts and it becomes too much of a hassle, you go up to your room and change into the short one. You know what, I insist. I'll even buy one of them for you as your gift." Rachel decided.
"Are you sure?" Brittany asked. Rachel nodded. Brittany let out a little squeal and hugged Rachel.
"You totally have to do the same thing." Brittany said.
"No way. Its your big day, you get the spotlight." Rachel said.
"Rachel, your legs are too hot to hide under a long dress all day." Brittany said.
"How do you know I'm going to wear a long dress?" Rachel asked.
"I have princess ESPN. You're totally going as Belle." Brittany answered with a shrug. She walked over to a rack, and pulled off some dresses.
"Besides, we all know about how Puck drools over your legs. Just own it." Brittany insisted. Rachel looked at the dresses.
"Well, if you're sure you don't mind…" Rachel trailed off.
"I don't." Brittany replied excitedly.
The choir room bubbled with noise as it usually does before the arrival of Mr. Schue.
"Girl, I was thinking, for your present, I'll whip you up the fiercest princess costume you've ever seen." Mercedes said to Brittany.
"That's ok. Rachel and I went shopping yesterday." Brittany replied. Mercedes' face darkened.
"Oh, well, ok then," She replied coolly.
"Babe, seriously, why do I have to be the Beast?" Puck whined.
"Because I'm asking you to be. You don't want to ruin Brittany's party do you? There are numerous parallels between you and the Beast, and besides," Rachel paused and jutted her chin forward,
"If you don't, you'll never get your shirt back, and you'll never see what's under mine." She said triumphantly. Puck's faced dropped. Neither of them noticed anybody eavesdropping on their conversation.
"Ok guys, let's get to it!" Mr. Schue called out as he walked into the room.
"Here we go guys. After your pre-Spectacular entertainment, I've picked your next assignment." Mr. Schue started. Rachel stifled a groan. She was a versatile performer, but she wasn't even going to attempt rapping.
"90's music." Mr. Schue announced.
Jet had agreed to do Brittany's hair and make up for her birthday gift. She and Rachel chugged up to Brittany's house about two hours early and pulled out various beauty supplies. Brittany dragged them up to her bedroom where Santana and Quinn were already sitting, sipping from Pepsi Max cans.
"Hey girls." Rachel said.
"Hi." Santana replied as she looked into the mirror and attempted to braid the front part of her hair. She let out a loud groan as she dropped the messy braid in frustration.
"What are you trying to do?" Rachel asked.
"I'm trying to get the front part of my hair off my face so I can put this in." Santana grumbled, showing Rachel her blue headpiece.
"Sit down." Rachel instructed. She began to fiddle with Santana's hair, and moments later, it was pulled off her face, and the headpiece was in, Jasmine style.
"Don't move. It needs to be pinned and sprayed." Rachel ordered as she rummaged through her hair bag.
"There, lovely." Rachel said, before snapping a few photos so Santana could see the back.
"Thanks Rachel. It looks just like the movie." Santana commented.
"I do what I can. You under control Jet?" Rachel responded.
"Hairspray." Jet intoned in the style of a surgeon, sticking her hand out as she carefully untwirled a lock of Brittany's hair from the hot curling tongs.
"Hairspray." Rachel responded, placing the can in Jet's waiting hands. Jet's tongue poked out slightly as she began to spray Brittany's blonde ringlets. Quinn emerged from the bathroom in a very cute pair of Victoria's Secret pyjamas and threw on the matching robe.
"Sleeping Beauty?" Jet asked through a mouthful of bobby pins as she teased Brittany's hair.
"Absolutely. PJs like this are too cute just for sleeping." Quinn responded as she pinned a few of her curls off her face and set a pink and silver tiara on her head.
"Rachel, my shimmery stuff. Quinn's cheekbones." Jet directed. Rachel opened Jet's makeup case (it was large enough to house a small child) and looked through the jumble of products until she found what she wanted.
"Ok, Quinn, smile for me. This stuff is amazing." Rachel said. Quinn forced a smile onto her face as Rachel dusted the glistening powder across her cheekbones.
"Girl, you have cheekbones like that guy on that magic show. Ya know, the one with the Brits and the dragon and stuff." Jet declared. She dabbed at Brittany's face with a foundation brush.
"I love me some nerdy boy." She added.
"So that's your thing? Hot nerds?" Santana asked as she adjusted her Princess Jasmine top.
"Put that shimmer on your tummy and collarbones babe." Jet told Santana.
"But yes. Nerdy boys do all sorts of things for me. Especially nerdy boys with British accents." Jet added as an afterthought. She concentrated on gluing on Brittany's false eyelashes.
"Is that why you've never gone for that hot black guy?" Quinn asked. Jet legit giggled.
"Christian? Oh my gosh, its not even that. He's like, my other half. It would be totally weird to even consider it." Jet explained. Rachel walked over to the mirror and started to apply her red lipstick carefully.
"Oh, we need a picture of that!" Jet teased. Rachel had slipped on her bright red heels for under the dress, and was standing at the mirror in her underwear. Rachel pursed her lips into a kiss towards Quinn's camera.
"That is so coming back to bite me in the ass." Rachel muttered.
"I don't know why. Dancing has done good things to your body." Santana said. Rachel capped her lipstick and pulled on her floor length dress. Quinn moved to do up the tiny little buttons on her back without being asked.
"What the hell are these?" Santana asked as she pulled out a pair of skin tight, shiny, aquamarine pants with huge flowy bell bottoms.
"That's my tail. Ok, Britt, look at my rack." Jet replied as she began to apply liquid eyeliner on the birthday girl. Santana raised an eyebrow.
"Ok, don't look at my rack in a dirty way." Jet amended.
"I was only looking Tana. You were the one who said they were Kim Kardashian fabulous." Brittany said.
"Aw, shucks girls. How flattering." Jet said with false modesty.
"Explain the God awful pants please." Santana demanded. Jet looked up.
"Well, I'm sure you've noticed my hair. I'm going as Ariel. Clearly actually growing a tail would be inconvenient for the night, so the pants are as close as I'll ever get." Jet explained.
"So we're totally the slutty ones?" Santana joked.
"Only until Rachel and I change into the short dresses." Brittany piped up.
"Ok, my love, you are done. Take a look, and let me know what you think." Jet said, holding a mirror up to Brittany's face.
"I really am a princess." Brittany sighed.
"When we get you into your dress you will be." Quinn told her, doing up the last of Rachel's buttons with a flourish.
Once Jet was dressed, the girls moved downstairs for photos. They sat Brittany down on an enormous pumpkin for a few shots minus a shoe, and then Santana picked up the random Lebanese style pipe that Brittany's mom bought after the second Sex and the City movie to pose with. There was a knock on the door. Tina, dressed in a knee length Snow White dress, with Artie, who was wearing a shirt that said 'I'm Grumpy Because You're Stupid' shirt followed Brittany's little sister Jemma into the living room.
"Wow. You guys look awesome!" Tina said. They all exchanged kisses hello, and Artie wheeled over to place their gift on the present table.
"Ok, you next for photos! Here!" Brittany decided, passing Tina a large red apple as a prop. Quinn was next, lying on the chaise lounge luxuriously.
"You look hot." Someone commented into Rachel's ear. Rachel jumped. She turned around and poked Puck in the chest.
"Don't scare me like that!" She grizzled. She stepped back to admire the head to toe black he was dressed in, complete with the fedora he'd worn when he went through his random Jazz music fetish that would be discussed no more.
"You look good." Rachel appraised. Puck held out a single red rose to her.
"Jet told me this would be a good idea." He admitted. Rachel threw her arms around him and kissed him.
"She was right. Thank you baby." Rachel replied.
"You're not as short as usual." Puck mused. Rachel looked away from where Jet was blowing bubbles as Tina took pictures of her. She lifted her dress slightly to reveal her red shoes.
"I'm not just good looks." Rachel joked. Puck's hands settled firmly on Rachel's hips when he noticed several of the jock douches looking her up and down.
"Oh, I'm well aware of that." Puck replied. Jet called Rachel to go and take photos.
The party was pretty mild until Brittany's parents took off. Kurt, Brittany's fairy godfather for the night; admired Brittany's costume from afar.
"I'll hand it to you and Jet. You know how to make a girl look like she just walked out of a storybook." Kurt evaluated.
"Thanks Kurt." Rachel replied. She knew it was the closest she'd be getting to a compliment off of Kurt. Rachel's grin widened when she heard the speakers get louder. She grabbed Puck's arm.
"Come dance with me baby." She demanded, dragging him out on the dancefloor.
You think I'm pretty
Without any make-up on
You think I'm funny
When I tell the punch line wrong
I know you get me
So I'll let my walls come down, down
Before you met
I was a wreck
But things were kinda heavy
You brought me to life
Now every February
You'll be my valentine, valentine
Let's go all the way tonight
No regrets, just love
We can dance until we die
You and I
We'll be young forever
You make me
Feel like
I'm living a Teenage Dream
The way you turn me on
I can't sleep
Let's runaway
And don't ever look back
Don't ever look back
Rachel's face was flushed with happiness. Someone tapped her on the shoulder.
"Hey Rachel, can you come and give me a hand with that thing upstairs?" Brittany asked her. Rachel had to hand it to her; Brittany really had tried to be discreet.
"No problems sweetheart." Rachel said, winking at Puck as she abandoned him on the dancefloor. Jet quickly took up Rachel's mantle, and began dancing with Puck before any of the cheerleaders who'd come just in lingerie could sidle up to him.
Rachel made quick work of the buttons on Brittany's dress, and zipped her into the shorter dress. Brittany did the same for Rachel.
"Rachel, I think we could turn Kurt straight we look so good." Brittany decided. Rachel winked.
"You go down Britt." Rachel said as she picked up the rose Puck had given her. She looked at it, and after a few attempts, managed to pin it into her hair. She headed back downstairs and grabbed a can of cream soda.
"And where is she? She makes her boyfriend come here, and she doesn't even turn up herself! Can't help it if I rock a look better than her." She heard Mercedes boom loudly to a few of the Cheerios. Rachel rolled her eyes. Mercedes looked utterly ridiculous in the tacky gold dress she was wearing, and it was obvious which princess she was. Rachel walked over to Puck, who had escaped Jet and was sitting with Artie and Finn. She planted a lingering kiss on his lips.
"Are you gonna dance with me?" She asked. He shook his head.
"Maybe later." He replied. Rachel nodded, and managed to hand him the can as Quinn grabbed her and pulled her up to dance.
"I'm really sorry. Mercedes keeps going on about how much better she looks than you. I'm sure you can hear her." Quinn muttered. Rachel wrinkled her nose.
"Whatever." She groaned. They both stopped and pursed their lips for a photo on Jet's camera.
"Let's give her something to talk about." Jet said. She walked over to the stereo and changed the song hooked up on the iPod. Jet began to sing along with the introduction of the song
I want everybody to stop what they're doing. Now if you know you're with somebody you're gonna take the hotel room tonight, make some noise…
Rachel could feel the eyes of her boyfriend on her legs as she body rolled with Jet. After the first chorus Santana and Brittany reappeared from whatever dark corner they were hiding and snagged Tina from Artie's lap as they headed to the dancefloor. Rachel licked her lower lip as she looked over at Puck. She knew it was only a matter of time.
She and Quinn began to jokingly shimmy with each other when Rachel looked over at the doorframe. She noticed Mercedes standing there, giving her a wicked stink eye. She stopped dancing. Jet looked over to where Rachel was looking, separated from her by several bodies. Mercedes face managed to darken, before she turned and left.
Rachel frowned and bit her lip, not noticing that she'd become more and more separated from her friends by people joining the dance floor. As she deliberated, she found herself being grabbed around the waist. She looked up into the nameless face of a football player, who had certainly thrown a slushie into her face more than once.
"Get off me!" Rachel barked, shoving at him, throwing a panicked look to where Puck had been sitting. He'd disappeared. Rachel began to look around, desperate to catch the eye of somebody who could get the oaf off her. She felt somebody push her away slightly roughly and watched as Puck hit the guy hard enough to smash a tooth.
"Stay the fuck away from her, dickwad." Puck growled. The crowd had separated; eager for a fight. Brittany pushed her way through.
"Get him out of here Puck. You don't come to my house and try and move onto my friend while her boyfriend is here." Brittany said fiercely. Finn had walked up next to Puck.
"With pleasure." Puck said tersely. He and Finn grabbed the guy by the arms and dragged him out of the room.
"Listen up. If any of you are going to be assholes and start shit, just get out now." Santana screamed after Matt cut the music momentarily. Jet and Mike stepped next to Santana. Jet made a show out of cracking her knuckles. The crowd dispersed, and Matt hooked the music up again. Rachel made her way up to Brittany.
"I'm so sorry!" Rachel gasped.
"It's ok! I don't even know why he came. He wasn't invited." Brittany replied. She hugged Rachel.
"Are you ok?" She asked.
"I'm fine." Rachel replied.
"Good. I'm going to go dance now." Brittany said. Rachel waved her off and made her way over to where the drinks were, before wrapping some ice in a napkin. She managed to get outside and waited by the gate. She had to restrain a snort of derision as Puck and Finn sidled up the sidewalk like they'd just cured cancer.
"Thanks guys." Rachel said sincerely. She caught the look that Puck flashed Finn.
"No problems Rachel. He's in a dumpster over at the park." Finn explained proudly, before heading inside. Rachel grabbed Puck's hand and pressed the ice against it.
"Thank you." She said quietly, her head down. Puck gently tilted her chin.
"He's a skeeze. I've wanted to do that since freshman year." Puck told Rachel firmly.
"It was all for you babe." He added, before kissing her plump lips. Rachel looked away.
"Is your hand ok?" She asked, steadfastly refusing to meet his eyes.
"Its not made of glass. I'm fine. Are you ok?" He asked. Rachel looked up at him, willing the tears in her eyes not to fall and ruin her makeup.
"Was that my fault?" She questioned. Puck pulled her into a tight embrace.
"That he's a slimeball? No way babe, it's not your fault. It's my fault. If I'd been dancing with you like you asked, he wouldn't have even tried to touch you. I overheard him talking about how he was gonna get some tonight, no matter what, I just didn't think he was enough of an idiot to try anything on you." Puck told her, before pressing a kiss on her temple.
Rachel pulled the ice away from Puck's knuckles, and carefully inspected his hand, making sure that none of the skin had broken. Satisfied, she looked up at him.
"You'll live." She decided.
"I'm glad." He replied. Rachel used the advantage her heels gave her and gave Puck a luxurious kiss.
"My hero." She said simperingly.
"Come on Princess, lets head inside." Puck replied. Rachel nodded, and took his uninjured hand. It was three am before the Gleeks could be coerced off the dance floor and into leaving Brittany's house.
Mr. Schue sat down on a chair in the choir room backwards.
"Tell us how you picked your 90s song" He asked Rachel.
"It was all about developing my repertoire." Rachel answered.
"How so?" Mr. Schue asked.
"Well, I figured that I could go with something I've been singing for a while, like some Celine, or even some early years Alanis, but I thought it would be a good opportunity to expand my musical experiences, as I'm sure you'll be able to see in my performance." Rachel expanded.
He eyes me like a pisces when I am weak
I've been locked inside your Heart Shaped box for a weeks
I've been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black
Hey!
Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
hey
wait
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey!
Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
...your advice
Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet
Cut myself on Angel Hair and babys breath
Broken hymen of your highness I'm left black
Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back
Hey!
Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
hey!
Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey!
Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
...Your advice
He has me like a pisces when I am weak
I've been locked inside your Heart-Shaped box for weeks
I've been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap
I wish I could Eat your cancer when you turn black
Hey!
Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
hey!
wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey!
Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Your advice
Your advice
Your advice
"Wow, Rachel, you certainly have become more musically diverse. Great job." Mr. Schue said. Jet and Tina followed her up with a performance of Zombie by the Cranberries. Santana, Brittany and Quinn performed some TLC, before Mercedes performed Emotions by Mariah.
Puck, Finn and Artie sat down at the instruments.
"I will be clear that we're doing this only to prove that Hanson are way better than the Jonas Brothers." Artie said as he slung the strap of his bass over his neck.
"Blame rehearsals at Puck's and his inability to back down from a fight with his sister."Finn grizzled from behind the drum kit.
"Ok, I think I get it. I need to stop arguing. Now shut up and sing."Puck ordered. He grit his teeth and began to sing the lead vocals (Finn and Artie both refused) and played guitar.
You have so many relationships in this life
Only one or two will last
You go through all this pain and strife
Then you turn your back and they're gone so fast
And they're gone so fast
So hold on to the ones who really care
In the end they'll be the only ones there
When you get old and start losing your hair
Can you tell me who will still care?
Can you tell me who will still care?
The boys came in to harmonise with Puck on the chorus
Mmm bop, ba duba dop
Ba du bop, ba duba dop
Ba du bop, ba duba dop
Ba du
Mmm bop, ba duba dop
Ba du bop, Ba du dop
Ba du bop, Ba du dop
Ba du
Plant a seed, plant a flower, plant a rose
You can plant any one of those
Keep planting to find out which one grows
It's a secret no one knows
It's a secret no one knows
no one knows
In an mmm bop they're gone.
In an mmm bop they're not there.
In an mmm bop they're gone.
In an mmm bop they're not there.
Until you lose your hair. But you don't care.
Mmm bop, ba duba dop
Ba du bop, ba duba dop
Ba du bop, ba duba dop
Ba du
Mmm bop, ba duba dop
Ba du bop, Ba du dop
Ba du bop, Ba du dop
Ba du
Can you tell me? You say you can but you don't know.
Can you tell me which flower's going to grow?
Can you tell me if it's going to be a daisy or a rose?
Can you tell me which flower's going to grow?
Can you tell me? You say you can but you don't know.
Mmm bop, ba duba dop
Ba du bop, ba duba dop
Ba du bop, ba duba dop
Ba du
Mmm bop, ba duba dop
Ba du bop, Ba du dop
Ba du bop, Ba du dop
Ba du
The boys took their bows and any ribbing good naturedly.
"Mr. Schue, tell me we can use this song for a competition!"Jet demanded between giggles.
"I think I can work it in. You guys are free to go."Mr. Schue answered.
Yes, I fail for the lack of updates… I'm sorry! Also, I'm back at uni so they may slow down even more, and it doesn't help that all the spoilers I've read have completely destroyed my drive
Pictures of costumes are posted on my profile.