Here's another chapter! Ok I know I said it'll be major Finchel in this one but I just thought I should definitely put the election in this story. I didn't want to make it any longer than I have to so promise that next chapter which is already planned out and partially written is Finchel. In the song Brittany sings: bold is Brittany, underlined is Santana, bold/underlined is Brittany and Santana and italics is all together.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of the characters except Charlie, Taylor and other characters not recognized from the show.
No One's Pov:
Mr. Schue walked into the classroom in a hurry. "Ok guys let's get down to business. This year is important to most of you so our main focus is Nationals Nationals Nationals."
Everyone started to cheer, clap or smile.
"Which leads me to the next topic," Mr. Schue expressed. He walked to the board and wrote booty camp. "We learned to be a strong team but now we have to strengthen each others abilities. Booty camp is going to help people with their dancing."
"You mean me," Finn said unashamed at his dancing. Rachel rubbed his shoulder in comfort. They shared a brief smile.
"Yes but not only you Finn. Puck, Kurt…"
Kurt looked offended. "Excuse me Mr. Schue but I can dance."
"No you kind of have this one move. It's like a shimmy." Mike demonstrated. Some people snickered. "It's kind of distracting."
Mr. Schue shook his head. "Ok Mercedes."
Mercedes snapped her fingers. "Hell to the n-a-h nah. Mr. Schue I don't need dance lessons. I thought we already established I'm a park and bark."
Finn scrunched his face. "A what?"
Mercedes huffed in frustration. "It's just me standing in one place while y'all dance around me and I sing the notes when none of y'all can reach them."
"Just think about it this way Mercedes even Beyonce needs extra practice in her studio to perfect her performance."
She nodded in defeat and decided not to fight the situation any further.
"And Charlie." Charlie immediately raised her hand. "Yes Charlie?"
"I don't need dance lessons Mr. Schue. I'm a great dancer actually. There's nothing I can't do once you give me the floor. No offense Mike."
Tina rubbed her hand on the side of his arm while the other was holding his hand. He smiled at Charlie. "None taken. Everyone knows who the best dancer is in this school," he finished, high-fiving Artie.
Charlie crossed her arms. "Are you saying you're better than me?" she asked annoyed.
Mike's smile dropped. "What? No…no sorry I didn't mean to sound like that. It's just…" he hesitated.
"Charlie. I'm sure Mike didn't mean to sound conceited. Mike is our best dancer," Mr. Schue helped Mike who nodded in agreement.
Charlie rolled her eyes trying to be nice about the situation. "Well how do you know without seeing me dance yet?"
Brittany jumped up. "Dance off!"
Mr. Schue frowned shaking his head. "Brittany no. We're suppose to work as a team; not fight against each other."
Charlie stood up and faced Mike. "No she's right. Let's have a dance off. You and me, Chang."
Mike got up as well. "Ok if you want to. Gym?"
"When?"
"Now?"
"Love to," Charlie announced as she walked towards the door. "Hope you don't cry too much when you lose."
Mike followed closely behind her. "Yeah. You should take your own advice."
Glee!
Everyone cheered or clapped in excitement.
Mike, who was bent over breathing heavily, smiled. "Maybe we both can share the title of best dancer," Mike breathed, putting his hand out.
Charlie smiled back and shook it. "Yeah I guess you're not that bad," she joked.
Mr. Schue went up to them and placed a hand on their shoulders. "This is exactly what we need to bring to Nationals guys. Charlie can you teach along side Mike?"
She nodded. "Sure sounds cool."
Mr. Schue smiled, happy that things were looking up for New Directions. "Ok guys. We'll have booty camp three days a week then have dancing and singing every Friday after school. You guys are dismissed."
Sam POV:
I leaned against the wall waiting for Charlie to come out of the girl's locker room. She's going to think I'm an idiot for waiting for her when we don't even know each other that good. Maybe I should talk to her some other time. She might think I'm a total creep or worse like Puck.
Yeah it'll be less weird.
I started to walk away until I heard my name being called behind me. "Sam?" I heard a familiar voice ask.
I turned around to see Santana, Brittany and Charlie coming out of the locker room.
"Hey Trouty Mouth. What's going on?" Santana asked with a smug expression on her face. I hate when Santana gives me that look like she knows exactly what I'm doing.
I rubbed that back of my neck and briefly looked to the floor. "Umm…" I cleared my throat. "Nothing. Just got out of practice and I'm just heading to my locker to get some books for homework."
"That's funny didn't practice end like an hour ago for you? Plus isn't your locker that way?" she pointed to the left with a raised eyebrow.
What am I suppose to say now? I dared myself to look at Charlie, who had an unreadable facial expression, Santana looked amused by the situation and Brittany looked at me sympathetically. Brittany walked up to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "It's okay Sam. I get lost all the time too."
"Uh thanks Brittany." She nodded and linked pinky's with Santana.
"Anyway we're leaving," Santana announced.
"Yeah San and I are going to get our lady kisses on," Brittany exclaimed. Santana nudged Brittany.
"She means with two other guys from the hockey team. Ok see you later Charlie, Trouty Mouth," Santana hurried off with Brittany.
Charlie and I stood there in awkward silence. "So…" I spoke up finally. "Can I walk you to your locker?"
She looked at me suspiciously. "Don't you have to go to your locker?"
Oh shit! Quick think Sam.
"I just remembered. I don't have any homework." Lie.
She giggled but nodded her head. "Okay sure." She started walking and I instantly followed in step with her.
Why is it so hard for me to talk to her? I mean yeah she's drop dead beautiful and she makes my heart pound ten times faster…Wait what was I thinking about again? Oh yeah this uncomfortable silence between us right now.
"How do you like McKinley so far?" I decided to ask first when we reached her locker.
She shuffled through it taking some books out. "It's going good. If you haven't noticed I've been making quite the impression so far."
I chuckled. "Yeah punching Taylor and giving Karofsky a slushie facial probably put you at the topic of the social ladder."
She grinned showing off the cutest dimples I've ever seen. "Don't forget rejecting your friend Puck."
"I wouldn't worry about him. He'll find other girls. I don't think he'll ever be offended by one girl rejecting him, if anything he respects you a lot more now," I mentioned.
She nodded. "Good to know. So…I asked Rachel but she told me to ask you."
I started to get nervous but motioned for her to continue. "Why do you live with her?"
I quickly froze and must have looked dumbfounded because she started waving her hand in front of my face worried. I shook my head, trying to think of how to explain this. "Last year…" I started. "My dad lost his jobs and my brother, sister and me all lived in a motel for months."
"Oh…I'm so sorry," she said with pleading eyes and a deep frown.
I shrugged. "It's not your fault. Anyway my dad got a job but it meant we had to move to Phoenix. I didn't want to leave because I have a great life here already. Rachel offered me to stay with her and her dads and the rest is history."
"Wow that's so nice of her. I mean if she never let you stay, I would've never met you," she mused, taking out her red helmet then closed her locker and placed a few books into her small backpack.
I turned away from her, trying not to blush so hard. I coughed and cleared my thought, thinking about something else to say. "You drive a motorcycle?"
She lifted her helmet to look at it for a while. "Yeah I drive a Suzuki GSX-R1000 black one of the two of my favorite colors."
"Wow som makto (hot ride)," I slipped.
What the hell is wrong with me!
She's going to think I'm a total dork for saying that. Even if she doesn't know what I'm saying, she's going to ask and think I'm totally lame. I slapped my hand to my forehead hoping she didn't hear me correctly.
"Oe omum (I know)," she surprisingly voiced. I snapped my head towards her with my mouth wide open.
"You know Na'vi?"
"Duhh I mean ever since I saw Avatar not only did I go see it until it left theaters, I taught myself the language. I think it's totally cool."
I lightly laughed, shaking my head. "I thought you would think I'm a dork or ask me what the hell I just said."
"Don't get me wrong. I was surprised when you spoke it, only because I never heard anyone speak it before especially a football player."
"Well you learn something new everyday," I flirtatiously retorted back.
Can this girl get any more perfect?
I saw her smile filter for a second then straightened. "Yeah I guess so…Well thanks for walking me," she said before putting her helmet on. "I'll see you around Sam." And with that she drove off.
I kept replaying our conversation in my mind but there was only one thought running though it.
Did I say or do something wrong?
Quinn POV:
"Give us your money and we won't mess up that ugly face of yours," Ronnie spat at a freshman nerd.
She quickly gave her the money and ran just as fast. I just kept to myself leaning against the pole under the bleachers smoking what was left of my cigarette. I don't care for hurting people or bullying. I'm just the mastermind for these dumbasses. See they're all bronze but no brain, that's where I come in. So it works perfectly. I need them and they need me. They're my true friends, not those losers from Glee club who ruined my life and everything I was before it started. I hate Mr. Schue for actually tricking me to believe I'm something special.
"What are you doing here?" Sheila angrily asked. I turned to see Rachel cautiously walking towards us.
Once she saw me, she completely composed herself. "I came to have a word with Quinn," she voiced confidently.
I dropped my cigarette and stepped on it. "What do you want Rachel?" I asked sort of annoyed.
She gripped onto her purse a little tighter. "Listen I'm not here to force you to come back to Glee or force you to change who you are. You have every right to express yourself and act out but this isn't you Quinn. Why are you shutting out your real friends?"
"The Skanks are my real friends," I said quickly just to shut her up and spare me from her speech.
She shook her head in disagreement. "No they're not. They don't care about you like the people in Glee club, Mr. Schue, Noah, your mom and I do."
The Mack stepped up and walked a little closer to Rachel. "I'll give you ten bucks if you let me beat her up for you, Quinn."
I placed my hand in front of her to stop her from walking towards Rachel.
"We were friends once right? Maybe when you cut off all of your hair last year I should've spoken up but I thought all your problems were resolved. We need you, okay? I'm so sorry you're sad and that I'm apart of the cause of your pain. You won't believe me because we never were close but I'm sad not seeing you in the choir room and we've all been through so much together. We're a family and our family isn't complete without you. Whatever you're doing isn't helping you. You're just running away from your problems," she finished. I was a little taken back from her speech. Usually she's so god damn annoying that I just want to punch her but not once has that urge crossed my mind.
The tears that glistened her eyes once were now gone. She straightened up and fixed her bangs. "Anyway, we would love to have you back in the Glee club, whenever you're ready ok?"
After she said that, she walked away. Leaving me with the Skanks and my thoughts.
Kurt POV:
"I can't believe Brittany's running against me," I expressed in a depressed mood.
Rachel was handing out buttons with my face on it saying, 'A vote for Kurt is a vote for change.' "It doesn't matter Kurt because I'm sure you'll win. You have plenty of adoring and faithful friends as I am who will vote for you and not because of popularity but because you'll actually make a difference in this school."
I smiled glad that whatever came between Rachel and I was resolved because having her in my life, as one of my best friends isn't bad after all. She leaned against the locker after handing out the last of the buttons. She looked distracted a bit more than she usually is these days.
"Everything ok, Rachel?"
She nodded. "I talked to Quinn after school yesterday. With her, Finn, graduating, going to Nationals, and almost about everything else going on, I can't focus on just one thing anymore. It's difficult to stay focus."
"Would stepping down from helping me with school elections help you?"
Her mouth hung opened. "Absolutely not. This is me helping you get into NYADA. If you win president, you're a show in. I just wish there was a way to just stop time for a few seconds."
I placed both hands on her shoulders. "You are going to get through this Rachel. You have fifteen friends who love and will always be there for you. All you have to do is ask for help."
The bell rang when we reached the choir room. As we sat down next to each other, Rachel reached for my hand and squeezed it. "Thanks Kurt. I needed that."
Everyone started coming in sitting wherever they pleased. Santana and Brittany, who walked in with linked pinkies as always, came right up to me.
"Hey Kurt, Rach," Brittany kindly stated.
"Hello Brittany, Santana," Rachel politely commented back.
"What up guys?" Santana asked.
"How's your campaign going Kurt?" Brittany questioned.
I nodded with a raised eyebrow suspicious of what she and Santana were up to. "Very well thank you. And you?"
"Great Santana and I were up all night coming up with things to do for my campaign. Which remains me," she said facing Rachel. "Rachel I assume I can rely on your vote."
"I'm sorry, Brittany but I have already pledged my fidelity to Kurt," Rachel proudly pronounced.
Brittany's forehead creased as she crossed her arms. "Oh, so you're cool with flushing McKinley High's future down the magical poop stealing water chair?"
"Did you know that in six years of this school, we only had exclusively male student council presidents?" Santana strongly defended Brittany.
Blaine sat next to Kurt, kissing his cheek before he did. Puck along with Artie, Mike and Tina walked behind Brittany and Santana. "Well duh that's because men know how to control you women and we know how to run this school," Puck delivered receiving a high five from Sam.
"Typical boys," Charlie, who was seated behind us, expressed.
Santana rolled her eyes at the comment and continued. "Yeah Kurt looks like Jimmy Fallon's butch daughter but a vote for him would only empower another Frankenbeans."
She smirked looking at Finn, whose face turned red at the remark.
"Lay off Finn, Santana. There's no need to target Finn when he's not even running. Plus he's not dumb, if you got to know him better, he's quite smart," Charlie scolded. Finn smiled at her with a look of gratefulness across his face. Santana rolled her eyes.
"Anyway where has that patriarchy gotten us? Double digit inflation, economic free fail, oil spills, war in Afghanistan," Brittany continued while Santana and most of the girls nodded.
"I tweeted the whole school including the boys about Britt's prep rally performance in the gym. All the girls are going to be there to support her with girl power," Santana announced.
"Chill yo men aren't all that bad. We got Obama, who's the man by the way, helping our country," Artie said.
"Yeah geesh you girls. Obama is the number proof that men know how to rule. I mean he did end war right? You ladies can just sit and look pretty because men got this," Puck added.
"Noah you are extremely sexist with is frowned upon by many women," Rachel stated.
No One's POV:
Brittany nodded her head in agreement. "Yes boys have made on hell of a mess in this school and there's only one way to clean it up."
Girls! We run this mother yup! (2x)
Brittany sang while walking to the center of the choir room.
Who run the world? Girls! (4x)
Soon Charlie and Tina went to dance with her. Santana smiled proudly at her while standing by Kurt.
It's hot up in here
DJ don't be scared to run this, run this back.
I'm rapping for the girls who taking over the world,
Help me raise a glass for the college grads.
All the boys except Kurt and Blaine had their mouths hanging open. Puck was enjoying the performance a little too much while Kurt tried not to look defeated. Finn, who was sitting at the drums, dropped his sticks. Rachel picked them up for him and he broke focus to smile at her.
Anyone rolling I'll let you know what time it is (check).
You can't hold me.
I work my 9 to 5 and copped my check.
Blaine was nodding her head along with Mike.
This goes out to all the women getting it in,
Get on your grind
To the other men that respect what I do
Please accept my shine.
They moved to the hallway where some cheerleaders joined in on the dance.
Boy you know you love it
How we're smart enough to make these millions
Strong enough to bear the children
Then get back to business.
Santana, who was dragging Kurt, walked out of the choir room behind the dancing group.
See, you better not play me.
Oh come here baby.
Hope you still like me,
If you hate me!
They moved to the auditorium where everyone was seated. The guys sitting there either amazed or uninterested in the meaning of the prep rally while the girls were cheering and moving their heads to the beat.
My persuasion (Ooooo)
Can build a nation (Ooooo)
Endless power
Our love we can devour.
You'll do anything for me.
Santana finally joined in. Her and some other cheerios got up from their seat and started walking to the floor. Quinn and a couple of other girls walked behind her to join too.
Who run the world? Girls!(4x)
Who run the world? Girls!(4x)
Who are we?
What we run?
The world
Who run this mother?
All the girls were walking down the wooden bleachers to dance with Brittany and her group of girls, who were already dancing.
Who are we?
What do we run?
We run the world
Who run this mother?
Who are we?
What we run?
We run the world.
Who run the world? GIRLS!
Every girl fist pumped in the air at the end. They were jumping around cheering even some of the boys clapped. A girl from the newspaper ran up to Brittany with a microphone and handed it to Brittany. "I'm Brittany S. Pears and I'm your next senior class president," Brittany finished with a flick of her hair.
If Kurt wasn't worried before of Brittany winning, he was definitely now.
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