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Episode 5x15: Addicted to Love
Synopsis: Jealousy is in the New York air! Kurt, continuing to feel coddled by Blaine, focuses all of his energy on his new band with Elliot (Adam Lambert) and Dani (Demi Lovato), but a certain aspect of the band makes Blaine jealous. Tina's jealousy towards Mercedes leads Sam and Artie to get tested for STDs, but when Artie's comes back positive, he is forced to tell Kitty (Becca Tobin) and the other girls he has messed around with. Meanwhile, Santana and Mercedes both accept their feelings for someone they shouldn't have feelings for...
"Every art has its instrument. The violinist has his violin, the sculptor has his stone, and the mime? The mime... has his body."
Kurt was in class at NYADA, happy to be in the presence of Alain Marceau. He was the illegitimate son of French actor and famous mime, Marcel Marceau, and had been hired to teach this semester's master class in miming. It was going to be great to learn how to pretend to do and feel things from the bloodline of one of the most famous mimes of all time. It would certainly come in handy in a number of future endeavors.
"Let us begin our work today with the mime's most heartbreaking expression, of his accursed silent annui," Marceau continued, beginning to pull an invisible rope attached to something heavy.
The rest of the class, Kurt included, followed suit. The room was obviously silent, since mimes didn't talk, but Kurt didn't mind it. His life was typically pretty hectic. It had certainly died down since Sam and Artie got their own place, and Tina moved in with Mercedes, but he still lived with Rachel Berry and Santana Lopez, two of the most high maintenance people he has had the privilege of knowing. He felt bad saying it, but Blaine was still around, too. Kurt loved Blaine, and was happy to be engaged to him, but he had grown accustomed to his living situation in New York. Throwing Blaine into the mix, into the pre-existing chaos that came with living with Rachel and Santana, was a lot to handle. He didn't have his own space anymore, which he learned to appreciate greatly after sharing a room with Finn, so it was a bit of a culture shock.
"Psst... psst!"
Confused by the sound effects that shouldn't be present in a miming master session, Kurt looked over to his left to find... Blaine? His fiancee smiled and waved at him. Kurt's brief moment of peace was interrupted.
"What are you doing here?" He whisper yelled across the classroom. "This is a master class taught by-"
"Marcel Marceau's illegitimate son Alain," Blaine answered. "I know, I read your schedule."
"You don't even go here!" Kurt continued to question Blaine in the midst of his confusion.
"I got special permission from Madam Tibideaux." Knowing how notoriously strict and difficult Carmen Tibideaux was, Kurt questioned if he even believed Blaine. Sure, they had classes for non-NYADA students at night, but it was the middle of the afternoon. No way she would let anyone off the street waltz on into one of these classes.
"How is that even possible..."
"Stop talking!" Alain scolded. The couple shushed. Alain continued. "Now, we will move onto the mime's most tragic expression... the pointlessness of man's existence." He began to walk in place. "We are walking down the street, without a worry, a care in the world. Suddenly, we begin to notice that we are walking in place, but we are not going anywhere."
Kurt felt someone get a little too close to him, so he began to gently turn around. He was startled to see that it was Blaine, who had moved from the other side of the room to mime directly next to him. Kurt took a deep breath and turned back around, when he found himself rolling his eyes. Again, he loved Blaine. He really did. But, he appreciated having his own life separate from Blaine, and it was currently being crashed.
"And now, we will stop to pick a flower! And in front of your eyes, the flower dies!"
Pretty strong euphemism for how Kurt was feeling at the moment. "Things have felt more normal since Sam, Tina and Artie moved out," Kurt whispered to Blaine. Not the full truth, but not necessarily a lie!
Blaine nodded. "Are you sure it's not me who's crowding you?" He asked.
"No, why would you say that?" Kurt's eyes widened and his heart dropped. He didn't want to kick his boyfriend out. That was cruel! He just hoped Blaine wasn't picking up on any of his energy.
"Good, I was really worried I was suffocating you," Blaine spoke with a hint of relief. "So, maybe after this we could get some lunch?"
"And now, you are trapped with the person next to you in a box." Alain was really reading Kurt's mind today. "At first, the box seems big enough for the two of you, but then the box begins to shrink. The box where you live, because that is all that a mime can afford. Getting smaller, and smaller, and smaller..."
Kurt felt like his head was about to explode. He needed a creative outlet, he needed something, someone, to hang out with that wasn't Blaine.
{The scene cuts to Artie wheeling down the halls of his school, the Brooklyn Film Academy}
Voiceover: Artie
Frank Sinatra said it best; "New York is my kind of town." Actually, I think he was talking about Chicago. But, I'm in New York now, and as Dorothy Gale always said, "there's no place like home." Except she was talking about Kansas. Still, New York is just... so different from high school! At McKinley, no one wanted anything to do with me because I was a nerd in a wheelchair, who tucked my sweater into pleated khakis. But here? I do the exact same thing and everyone thinks it's cool!
{A group of kids are shown copying Artie's look as they wave to him}
In high school, I had to beg girls to go out with me. I had to serenade Kitty with multiple Beatles songs just to get her to go public with our relationship. Here, I'm lady bait! I'm basically the piped piper of co-ed trim. Technically, I'm still dating Kitty, but the popular kids in high school double dipped all the time. Finn, Quinn, Puck, Santana... Ever since I stood up to that guy on the subway, I've gotten a lot more attention. This is what it feels like to be on top, and I'm certainly not complaining.
Besides, I'm sure Kitty has had a few gentleman callers.
{Voiceover ends as Artie wheels down the hallway, saying hello to multiple girls}
"Hi, Artie!"
"Hey, Vanessa."
Artie wheeled past a redheaded girl, wearing a blue beret and a white sweater, who flashed him a smile. She was hot for Jean-Luc Godard - she even made her parents throw her a French New Wave themed birthday party when she turned six. Artie believed she started to catch feelings for him when she saw his short-film, Rags the Homeless Clown.
"Hey Jessica, are we on for The Fly at the Film Forum tonight?" Artie asked as he rolled past a gothish chick, with a skull t-shirt and a lot of interesting earrings.
"You bet your sweet ass we are!" Jessica was a huge fan of the film Crash. The Cronenburg film, not the self-proclaimed "Oscar-bait train wreck" that was the Paul Haggis film.
Finally, Artie wheeled his way down the hall and saw her. Julie. They met when he and Rachel stood up to the mugger on the subway and had became friends ever since. They had only really hung out inside school, but out of all of the girls on Artie's roster, she was at the top. After Kitty, of course, but you know what he meant. "Hey, Julie! Sorry I'm late."
She looked over at him and smiled. "I'm ready when you are!"
"This is narration for Bags in the Wind, a film by Artie Abrams, take one."
Julie had agreed to help Artie on a film for class, but he was hoping he could utilize this time with her as a way to formally ask her out. As he observed her read the voiceover, he couldn't help but smile. He really liked her. Julie was smart, funny, talented, and extremely likable. He was never the straightforward, bold type when it came to women, but New York really changed him. If there's anything he's learned in his time in New York, he's learned to just go for it!
{The scene cuts to a dream sequence of Artie performing with Julie, Jessica and Vanessa playing the instruments in the back. The sequence also shows Artie going on multiple dates with multiple women, including Jessica and Vanessa, with the implication being that he eventually takes them home and has sex with then}
Your lights are on but you're not home
Your mind is not your own
Your heart sweats, your body shakes
Another kiss is what it takes
You can't sleep, you can't eat
There's no doubt, you're in deep
Your throat is tight, you can't breathe
Another kiss is all you need
Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to this stuff, oh, yeah
It's closer to the truth to say "I can't get enough"
You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love (Ooh, wooah)
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well, wo-oh, ooh, woah, yeah, yeah
Your lights are on but you're not home
Your will is not your own
Your heart sweats, your teeth grind
Another kiss and you'll be mine, oh, no
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love (Yeah, yeaah)
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love (Oooh, ooh)
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
You might as well face it, you're addicted to love
You're addicted to love
Artie's fantasy came to an end, coincidentally as Julie wrapped up take one of the narration. "That was great, Julie. I want you to try it again, but this time with a little more... twilight in your voice."
"Twilight... that's amazing direction, Artie!" She looked at him and smiled as she held her headphones.
Artie smiled back. This is your chance, Artie. You have to take it. He was at the top of the pyramid here at the Brooklyn Film Academy. Time to put that bursting, newfound confidence to work. "Listen, Julie, maybe we could go out sometime?"
"Like on a date? I'd love to, Artie..."
He was in!
"It's just, I sort of have this policy where I don't date anyone that I'm working with."
"Oh... sure!" How in the hell did the football players and cheerleaders he was friends with in high school make it look so easy? He was dating around already, picking up chicks left and right, all while maintaining his long distance relationship with Kitty. How did Julie reject him? Whatever; Artie had plenty of girls to pick from.
"I'm serious. Kurt showed me all of your fashion choices from high school, and it is something I can truly appreciate. I mean, I call myself 'Starchild.' How could I not?"
Elliot had stopped in for lunch at the Spotlight Diner, where Tina had began working in addition to her Vogue internship. She had to keep herself busy while she prepared for her NYADA audition in the winter. It was pretty dead in the restaurant, so she spent some time bonding with Elliot, as Dani, Santana, and Rachel all occasionally chimed in on the conversation.
Tina laughed as she wiped down the counter. "Thanks, Elliot. I'm really looking forward to seeing Pamela Landsbury in concert!" She looked over to the three girls. "This weekend, right?"
Rachel nodded. "Yes, but unfortunately I had to drop out of the band. Things with Funny Girl are getting a bit more hectic everyday, and with classes beginning again at NYADA, my plate is just too full. I actually put my two weeks in here, too, and Gunther was none too pleased."
"Yeah, he went on this pro-Hitler rant when she walked into his office," Dani chuckled, pushing Rachel playfully. "We totally get it. We'll miss performing with you, but we can't wait to see you on Broadway!"
Rachel squealed. "Thank you!"
Elliot took a sip of his water. "You are going to come see us at Callbacks for our performance, right?"
Rachel nodded. "I wouldn't miss it, honey."
Dani turned her attention to Santana. "Yeah, and with Barbra Streissand out of the picture, that just means more of an opportunity for 'Tana over here. Right, babe?"
Santana was uncharacteristically quiet. She sat at the counter next to Elliot as she stared into space. She had been back in New York for a few days, after spending a bit of extra time in Lima with her mom. It had been months since she had last seen her, but one woman remained on her mind, and it wasn't Dani. Ever since she and Brittany kissed during that last week of glee club, all she could think about was what her life had been like with her, and what it could be like with her again, now that the two were both out of high school and had matured drastically. Well, maybe Santana had matured drastically, but she digressed.
You can't recreate what you and I have. Her words echoed in Santana's mind, as if she was standing atop a mountain and screaming out for the world to hear. Things had changed in both of their lives since the split, but the one constant was her feelings for Brittany. Even when she convinced herself to move on and give Dani a try, she still doubted just about everything.
"Santana?"
Dani's voice brought her back to reality, when she quickly made a comment that not even she was expecting. "I'm out of the band too."
The collective confusion on everyone's faces spoke for themselves. "Wait, what?" Tina gasped.
"How come?" Dani questioned. "Is there something going on that you didn't tell me?"
Santana could feel her face getting red, but immediately shook her head. "N-no, it's just that... I'm working with Mercedes on her upcoming album. You know, consulting and stuff. I know what's hot, and the only thing she knows that's hot is whatever the Bible says about Satan." Good recovery with a hint of some classic Santana snark, but a 100% lie.
"Really?" Tina raised an eyebrow. "Mercedes is my roommate, I feel like she would've mentioned it to me."
"Yeah, well, maybe if your ears weren't as small as your eyes, you would've heard her," Santana spat nastily, continuing to cover up the decision she just made. "Besides, we decided this morning."
"Well, that's great news, Santana!" Elliot smiled. "We're so excited for you."
Dani seemed a little taken by surprise, but she gave Santana a soft smile and nodded. "I guess we should tell Kurt we're a trio from now on!"
"So, how are the East Coast, Harlem, bebop, uptown vibes treating you?"
While everyone else was at the Spotlight, Sam and Mercedes walked around the streets of New York, just enjoying each other's company. With Mercedes being so new to the city, and so busy with album recording, she really hadn't had time to make friends outside of the core group. Still, it was nice to hang out with Sam. They weren't as close since she moved to LA, but they always clicked rather quickly.
"It's alright, so far," Mercedes replied as she walked with her hands in her pockets. "My producer, DeShawn, is cool. Definitely an improvement over the last guy." The producer with Mercedes' previous label tried to change her image as an artist, which subsequently led to her getting dropped from the label. 'Creative differences,' as they called it.
"Wow, Mercedes, that's awesome!" Sam grinned. "It's gonna be great."
"I don't know, Sam," she replied. "It's a better work environment, but if it didn't work out before, what makes us think it'll work out now?"
"Don't think like that..."
"Sam, I'm serious!" Mercedes cried. "I mean, I risked it all to come out here. If I don't make a splash here, I don't think it's gonna work out." Deep down Mercedes was terrified; what are the odds of all these people from Lima, Ohio making all of their dreams come true? Sure, Rachel got onto Broadway, but as the understudy to Fanny Brice. As amazing as it would be for her, Rachel, Kurt, Blaine, Tina, Sam, Artie AND Santana to all blow up and be stars, it just wasn't realistic.
"Hey, come on!" He insisted. "Look around you. We're not in high school anymore; we're adults, we're in New York City. We can finally be the people we always hoped we could be, and do all the things that we've always dreamed about doing." A lightbulb went off in his head as he pulled a handful of change out of his coat pocket, a smirk growing on his face.
"What are you doing?" She smiled.
"I'm gonna make a wish..." He replied, playing with the coins in his hand.
"Are you about to throw a coin into the East River?"
"No... I'm gonna make a bunch of wishes, and they're all gonna go towards the same wish- oops, there's a screw." Sam interrupted himself as he tossed the screw out of his hand, making Mercedes cackle. He continued, "You, Mercedes Jones, will open your eyes and realize that you're destined for success." He ran over to the edge of the walkway and tossed all the coins into the water.
"Sam, what are you doing?" Mercedes couldn't help but giggle like a little kid, as Sam blew a kiss to the coins.
The two kept walking, as Sam playfully hit her arm. "By the way, who's gonna tell you that you shouldn't be wearing that fur coat?"
"What?"
"You know how many animals were killed to make that coat? How they were killed? It takes a lot of dumb animals to make a fur coat, and it only takes one to wear one," he pointed at her, reprimanding her for her actions.
"It's a faux-fur, Sam. It's not real."
"Yeah, tell that to the stuffed dog you had at Nationals," he rolled his eyes as she giggled again. "It doesn't matter. It's 2013 and that coat is sending the message that it's okay to skin animals alive, or electrocute them... look, we're talking about your career, right? You have an image to think about. Is that what you want people to think of you?"
Mercedes paused and thought for a second, until her eyes lit up with a smirk. "Fine." She began to unbutton the coat. "It's not that cold out, anyway!"
Sam began to stammer. "No, I wasn't serious, you don't-"
And with that, Mercedes tossed the coat into the river. One could argue that would do more harm than wearing it, but...
Sam gasped, until Mercedes hit him on the arm and they hugged. "It was your idea," she said between laughs.
"Take my coat," Sam shook his head and laughed. "You're gonna freeze." Already, Mercedes was standing before him, teeth shattering. "Yeah, that was a bad idea, wasn't it?" He asked, putting the coat around her shoulders.
"Thank you." Suddenly, Mercedes felt her heart begin to swirl. Uh oh. She knew this feeling.
"Alright, why don't you say we jump on the train and go grab a hot dog?"
She stopped in her tracks and shook her head so hard that her hat almost fell off. "No, no. You just... you go back to your place. I'll see you later."
Sam, ever the dumb, looked at her with a confused expression. "Huh? Are you serious?"
Mercedes tried to ignore the blush on her face and nodded. "Yeah, beat it!" She joked with a quick laugh to play it off. "I just... need album inspiration. You know, I need to focus."
Sam nodded. "Okay. Well, I'm getting dinner with the guys tonight so I'll see you. You can just give Tina my jacket back, she'll pass it along." He smiled and walked off.
Suddenly, the feelings stopped.
Tina.
Mercedes definitely still had feelings for Sam. How could she not? He was handsome, charming, thoughtful, had a great voice and a great body. One of the most wholesome people she had ever met. However, one thing she was not was a boyfriend stealer. Sure, she may have went to school and been friends with a handful of girls who were totally boy-crazy (Rachel, Quinn, Santana and Brittany all come to mind), but that wasn't her. Ironically, that wasn't the kind of girl Tina was, either.
However, Tina had also changed a lot since Mercedes graduated. She became a lot more blunt, more straightforward, more... mean. Almost like a Santana, like a Rachel, and maybe even ever-so slightly like a Mercedes Jones, in a diva-kind of way. Maybe she would steal your boyfriend? She shook her head. It didn't matter what Tina was like nowadays. What mattered is that she was with Sam, and Mercedes was not. Tina was also Mercedes' new roommate, so probably a good idea to not piss off your new roommate by making out with her boyfriend.
Even if you had him first. Even if you cheated on YOUR boyfriend, Shane, to be with him.
Oh, God. Was Mercedes a mean girl, too? UGH, Mercedes groaned in her head. She had all these conflicting emotions about him and didn't know how to express them... except, she actually knew the perfect way to express them.
Looking out on the morning rain (Ah ooh)
I used to feel so uninspired (Ah ooh)
And when I knew I had to face another day (Ah ooh)
Lord, it made me feel so tired
Before the day I met you, life was so unkind
But you're the key to my peace of mind
'Cause you make me feel, you make me feel
You make me feel like a natural woman (Woman)
Oh, oh, baby, what you've done to me? (What you've done to me?)
Mmm, You make me feel so good inside (So good inside)
And baby, I just want to be (Want to be) close to you
You make me feel so alive! (You make me feel)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (You make me feel)
You make me feel (You make me feel)
Like a natural woman (Woman)
Yeah, you make me feel (You make me feel)
You make me feel (You make me feel)
Like a natural woman (Woman)
Oh, ohhh! You make me feel (You make me feel)
You make me feel (You make me feel)
(Like a natural) Like a natural woman (Woman)
Woman, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Tina walked into Sam and Artie's new apartment. "The Man Cave," as they referred to it. She cringed on the inside every time they called it that, but the place itself wasn't bad. Sure, it was your typical boy apartment. Video games on all the time, sports memorabilia all over the walls (don't even think about watching Bravo during Football Sunday), a fridge consisting mainly of leftover pizza and beer. It was just nice that they had their own places now, so their late-night make out sessions weren't interrupted by someone accidentally unplugging the air mattress, or making popcorn in the middle of the night. Still, she was pretty upset that she and Sam didn't find their own place.
"Sup, yo?" Artie waved to her from the kitchen, as he and Sam bonded over dinosaur chicken nuggets.
Tina smiled. She was at least relieved that Sam had a good friend like Artie as a roommate.
Sam got up and gave Tina a hug, but the first thing she noticed was how... cold his body was. "Hi, Jack Frost!" She giggled. "Have you not been wearing your coat like I asked?"
"I have been, babe, but I gave it to Mercedes," he explained.
Tina's smile quickly faded. She could almost feel her eye twitch. "You what?"
Artie quickly picked up on the jealousy (and perhaps insecurity), but Sam was clueless. "Yeah, she was cold, so I let her wear it. She'll give it to you at your place to give back to me!"
Tina fake-smiled as she sat down next to Artie. "What were you guys doing?"
"Just hanging."
Artie, feeling the tension, tried to make a run for it. "I'm just gonna go Skype with Kitty..."
Tina grabbed the arm of his wheelchair, with an iron grip. He wasn't going anywhere. "Sam, how many women have you slept with?" She said in an interrogating-like tone.
Sam was finally coming down to Earth a bit. "Wait, huh?" He quickly realized she was not joking. "Uh, besides you, just a few. Back when I was in Kentucky... why?"
"Just curious?"
"Well, what about you?"
"Just Mike Chang," she quickly stammered. "And you, of course."
"Gross..." Artie mumbled under his breath.
"Did you use protection with your other... friends?" Tina said through gritted teeth.
Sam nodded.
Artie let out a pretty loud laugh. "Yeah, well, not me. Artie Abrams is a real man, and real men do it RAW."
Tina's rage of jealousy became a distant memory as the couple whipped their heads towards him. "First of all, EW," Tina gagged. "Secondly, WHAT?"
Artie shrugged. "What's the big deal?"
"Dude, you could have a disease!" Sam cried, covering his face with his shirt.
Tina hit him lightly on the arm. "Not that kind of disease. It would be sexually transmitted, not an airborne one." She turned back to Artie. "Artie, you need to get tested for an STD. It's the responsible thing to do. You could be putting Kitty in harm's way."
The real cheater in the room, Artie, felt his heart drop. Kitty was, unfortunately, out of sight and out of mind. He was letting his newfound popularity get the best of him... but now he had an even bigger problem on his hands. He might have put Julie, Jessica AND Vanessa at risk. And of course, he did cheat on Kitty. This was not good.
"Does it hurt?" Sam wondered aloud. "Like, do they stick your thing with anything?"
"No, it's like a blood and urine sample," Tina explained. "Quick and simple." She turned and looked at Sam, with the crazy eyes. "Why don't you go with him?"
Sam kept his nose covered. "But he could..."
"The only way I would give you an STD, if I had one, is if we had sex, Sam."
"Besides, wouldn't hurt to get checked out. Right, honey?" Tina stared into his soul. This whole Mercedes thing was really freaking her out, and she didn't think Sam would cheat on her, but her insecurities and her own thoughts were getting the best of her. She just wanted to be safe, rather than sorry.
"Fine." Sam grumbled.
A drowsy Kurt stood in the music store with Elliot as they sifted through records. He rubbed his eyes as Elliot's voice rang through his ears. "So, I found this song by A Great New World that would be perfect for our band. It's got a nice pop feel to it, without being totally saccharine, and..." Elliot looked down at Kurt, who could barely keep his eyes open. "You're not listening to a word I'm saying."
Kurt sighed. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't get any sleep last night."
"Lucky you..."
Kurt chuckled alongside his friend. "No, it's not like that. Blaine bought a couch off the back of a truck, because apparently the furniture I carefully chose from Chelsea's finest flea markets isn't that comfortable. It was a mid-century knockoff so I gave him an A for effort, but as soon as I lifted the cushions, I saw that the entire couch was riddled with bed bugs! So we spent the entire night disinfecting everything, taking silk-wood showers and disinfecting everything again." Elliot, getting a full-body chill, showed his disgust on his face. Kurt continued, "I know what I'm about to say sounds like a bad Bravo show, but I'm starting to think that the couch was an omen... of our relationship. You know, seemingly fine from the outside, but headed for certain disaster." Hearing himself talk, and looking at Elliot's questionable raised eyebrow, he shook his head. "Does that sound crazy?"
Elliot put down the sheet music he was browsing and nodded his head. "Absolutely."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "It's not just the couch. I'm starting to feel claustrophobic. I mean... I wake up next to Blaine, I come home to Blaine. The other day he just showed up to one of my NYADA classes... so I guess I go to school with him? Sometimes?" Elliot couldn't help but laugh at his friend's commentary. "I feel like I'm starting to lose my identity," Kurt concluded.
Elliot sighed. "Okay, well, stop me if you don't want my opinion." Kurt's silence said it all. "When I first heard you were engaged, I thought, big mistake! Too young. But, you know what? Seeing you guys together, I think that what you have is real and worth fighting for, and I'm super jealous. Still, though, everybody needs time alone. It's healthy. Just set some boundaries, and don't forget to rehearse with your band. We have a show this weekend."
[Elliot]
There's a girl in the backyard banging on her drum
Sitting in a junk pile laughing at the sun
Singing "Ah-ah-ah, I just wanna be a rockstar"
There's a boy thinking of her playing his guitar
Searching for the answer buried in his heart
Thinking "Ah-ah-ah, is there anybody out there?"
Ooh, yeah
[Elliot and Kurt]
Singing "Ah-ah-ah"
"Is there anybody out there?"
If there's a meaning can you show me a sign?
The more I look it just gets harder to find
The world is spinning and I wanna know why
And maybe we will never figure it out
I got a feelin' that's what life's all about
I'm learning anything is possible now
Ooh, ooh, ooh
[Kurt]
Take a ticket and get off the line
[Elliot]
Take a ticket and get off the line
[Kurt] (Elliot)
So take a ticket and get off the line (Singing "Ah-ah-ah, I was born to be a rockstar")
Take a ticket and get off the line
Take a ticket and get off the line (Singing "Ah-ah-ah, I just wanna be a rockstar")
Take a ticket and get off the line (I was born to be a rockstar, yeah-yeah)
I was born to be a rockstar (Yeah-yeah, uh yeah)
[Elliot and Kurt]
I was born to be a rockstar
The duet came to a close as the entire music store erupted into applause. The two singers hugged, when Elliot took the mic and yelled, "Come see us perform at Callbacks this Saturday night!" Fans took photos of them hugging and posted it to social media, for everyone to see...
Including Blaine, who sat at home alone, staring at the pictures of Kurt and Elliot dancing and singing together, and hugging.
Artie wheeled into his apartment later that evening, looking as pale as a ghost. The TV was blaring as Sam and Tina watched a movie together, but it was almost as if he couldn't hear anything that was happening in the room other than his thoughts. This would be a perfect time for a Troy in High School Musical 3-esque freakout. "Guys, I can't stand it anymore, I have to tell you something." The two on the couch jumped, not even realizing he was back in the apartment, but then turned around to give him their undivided attention.
"I have chlamydia."
Tina choked on her popcorn and slid across the couch, away from Sam. They went to get their tests together, after all. "You WHAT?"
"Yeah, I know."
"Are you serious?" Sam gulped.
"Yeah, do you not?"
"NO!" He yelled, jumping off the couch and running into the kitchen. He grabbed his test results and shoved it in both Artie and Tina's faces. "You got your results back?"
"Yeah, the doctor called me, and..."
The scene flashed back to Artie in the doctor's office at the STD clinic. "Artie Abrams?" The doctor spoke as he entered the office, taking a seat at his desk. "I'll cut right to the chase. You have tested positive for chlamydia."
"Wait, what? Y-you can't be serious. I haven't had any of the symptoms, and if I had I would've came in right away."
The doctor nodded. "Well, the test came back positive. This means that you're asymptomatic, which is even worse because it means that you could be spreading the disease without knowing it."
The scene cut back to the apartment. "I don't know how this could've happened!" Artie cried, slamming his wheelchair into the wall.
"Well, you don't wear protection, so..." Tina mumbled.
"You were SERIOUS about that?" Sam roared in a judgemental tone.
"The one time I bought some, I got nervous because they were locked in a cabinet and the pharmacist asked me which kind I liked. I panicked, so then she gave me these ones that were all greasy and smelled like bananas. It was like putting on a tiny, greasy, banana-flavored wetsuit."
"There's no excuse! That is completely irresponsible!" Sam paced around the room. "You have to wear one every time!"
Tina, finally finding her sense of compassion, stood up. "Okay, babe, that's enough. I'm sure he feels bad enough."
"No, Tina. This isn't okay! Artie needs to be slut-shamed!" He stopped pacing and pointed directly into Artie's face. "I'm slut-shaming you, Artie!" With that, he stormed out of the room.
Tina sighed, taking a seat next to Artie at the kitchen table. He was one of her oldest friends, and she knew he needed a friend right now. "Artie, you realize that you're lucky it was just chlamydia, right? You could've gotten something that can't be cured, or even someone pregnant. You are getting treated, right?"
Artie quickly nodded his head. "Yes. I take antibiotics for two weeks, and then I go for a checkup to make sure that it's cured."
"You have to tell Kitty."
Now came the real moment of shame. "It isn't just Kitty that I've slept with..."
Tina's face became clouded with disappointment. "What?"
"I've been sleeping with two different girls," Artie admitted regretfully.
Sam poked his head out of the bathroom, lathering himself in hand sanitizer. "Who are you anymore? It's like I don't even know you!"
"Sam, CALM DOWN!" Tina barked. Sam quickly retreated back to the bathroom. Tina turned back to him. "Artie, that is not cool. You remember how you felt when I cheated on you with Mike? And when Brittany cheated on you with Santana?" He looked down at his feet, before she sighed. "You have to tell all of these girls, including Kitty. You're putting their health at risk, and they could be spreading it to others!"
"Do I have to?" He groaned. "This is so embarrassing."
"It's the right thing to do, you owe it to them. Especially Kitty."
"But she's probably going to break-"
Tina stood up, patting him on the shoulder. "You made your bed, now it's time to sleep in it."
The gang all sat at a table at Callbacks later that weekend, but the tension was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. Sam wouldn't sit near Artie, who was already upset due to his... circumstances, and Blaine was in a piss-poor mood. Tina tried to play nice with Mercedes, but her attitude towards everyone poked through the armor.
"Geez, Girl-Chang, what's your problem?" Santana asked bluntly. "Did Artie give you the clap too?"
"NO!" Tina snapped, her envy towards Santana making a reappearance. Artie frowned tremendously at the stray bullet he just caught. "It's just my time of the month!" She gave Santana a fake smile. "Happy to see your girlfriend perform? I'm sure it's been exhausting helping Mercedes on her album." This comment wasn't to point out Santana's lies, more-so to point out her still lingering feelings for Brittany.
Obviously, though, this was the first Mercedes was hearing of it. Before she got a chance to speak up, Santana kicked her shin under the table. "OW! What the hell was that for?"
"Sorry, that was probably me. I like swinging my feet off the high stools like a baby in a highchair," Sam said as he took a sip of his drink, making Mercedes giggle and Tina squirm in her seat.
To answer Tina's question, Santana smiled. "Mercedes and I are working splendidly together. Thanks for asking, Jackée Chan. Ike and Tina Turner are thinking of officially giving us the rights to River Deep!" She shot Mercedes a we'll talk about it later look. Mercedes caught on quickly.
The only person not invovled in any of this week's drama was, shockingly, Rachel. "Well, I for one am happy to see a performance on the legendary Callbacks stage." She elbowed the uncharacteristically quiet Blaine. "Aren't you?"
"Last time we were here together, Kurt and Finn found out we cheated on them."
Even though Rachel technically didn't cheat on Finn, the memory was sad enough to shut her up.
In the nick of time, the performers arrived on stage. Kurt tapped his microphone before waving out to his group of friends. Why do they all look so melancholy? He shook it off as Elliot and Dani gave him brief nods of encouragement, before he stepped forward.
"Hello, everybody! I'm Kurt. Welcome! I know most of you are excited to see Pamela Landsbury perform tonight, but unfortunately I have some sad news. Pamela Landsbury... est fini." Those French classes with Stoner Brett back at McKinley really paid off! "But, do not worry, because rising from the ashes like a phoenix, I give you New York's newest singing throuple... One Three Hill!"
The crowd began to cheer. Sam's eyes lit up at their table. "Oh, I love One Tree Hill!"
The claps diminished. "Thank you!" Kurt addressed the fans with a smile. He turned behind him to the band. "Hit it."
[Kurt] (Dani and Elliot)
Hey, life, look at me
I can see the reality (Beware of The Happening!)
'Cause when you shook me, took me outta my world
[Kurt, Dani and Elliot]
I woke up.
Suddenly I just woke up
To The Happening!
Oooh!
[Dani] (Kurt and Elliot)
One day you're up (One day you're up)
Then you turn around (When you turn around)
You find your world (You find your world)
Is tumbling down (Is comin' down)
It happened to me (with Elliott and Kurt: and it can happen to you)
(Oo oo) I was sure, (Oo oo) I felt secure
Until love took a detour (Beware of The Happening!)
Yeah! I'm riding high on top of the world
It happened
Suddenly it just happened
The Happening!
Oooh!
[Elliot] (Kurt and Dani)
Now I see life (Now I see life)
For what it is (For what it is)
It's not of dreams (It's not of dreams)
It's not of bliss (It's not of bliss)
[Kurt, Dani and Elliot]
It happened to me
[Elliot] (Kurt and Dani)
And it can happen to you (Once!)
[Kurt, Dani and Elliot] (Dani)
Oo, (Uh!) and then it happened (And then it happened)
Oo, and then it happened (And then it happened!)
[Kurt] (Dani and Elliot)
(Oo oo) Is it real? (Oo oo) Is it fake?
Is this game of life a mistake? (Beware of The Happening!)
'Cause when I lost the love I thought was mine
For certain
Suddenly I start hurtin'
(The Happening!)
So sure, (Oo oo) I felt secure (Oo oo)
Until love took a detour (Beware of The Happening!)
'Cause when you got a tender love you don't
[Kurt, Dani and Elliot]
Take care of,
Then you better beware of
The Happening
Woah oh!
The crowd erupted. As the group made their way off the stage and to their table of friends, they quickly got a whiff of the tension that had been brewing all night. Dani marched right up to Santana and gave her a kiss on the lips, which Santana reciprocated... sort of. She didn't seem all that into it, as she had been in the past.
Dani noticed, but ignored it. "What did you think?"
She smiled. "It was great, Dani. Very great. Just glad Lady Hummel didn't convince you guys to go full-rainbow and embrace his Madonna fantasy."
Kurt shot her a glare. "Thanks, Santana," he said sarcastically, turning to look at Blaine. "We just didn't fully give The Supremes justice back in high school, so I figured now would be a good chance to pay homage."
Blaine fake-smiled and stood up. "We should probably get going. I have an early class," he muttered.
Kurt wanted to object, but Santana stood up as well. "Yeah, I picked up a shift at Spotlight, so I have to bounce too." She quickly gathered her things and gave Dani a side hug before exiting the bar. Mercedes studied her as she left, curious as to where this "working on my album" lie came from.
"Well, thanks for coming, guys!" Elliot said with a cautious smile. "We really appreciate it."
Blaine rolled his eyes and darted out of the bar, closely behind Santana. The crowd awkwardly dispersed after that, leaving the members of the band very confused.
The walk home from Callbacks was silent for Kurt and Blaine. Kurt almost wished Santana didn't work the night-shift, and Rachel didn't have late-night rehearsal, because he didn't really want to be alone with Blaine at the moment. On top of the lack of breathing room, he now was suddenly silent, which was uncharacteristic for the Blaine he had grown to get to know in New York the past few months. "What did you think of the show?"
"It was great," Blaine spoke finally, opening the door to the apartment.
Kurt smiled. "Thank you," he said, appreciatively. His enthusiasm died, however, when he walked into his apartment and saw what he could only describe as clutter between his and Rachel's bedrooms. A desk, a chair, a lamp, and duct tape everywhere the eye could see. "What is this..?"
"Oh!" Blaine lit up, moving over towards the area. He motioned around it, "This is something I thought would make a really great office area!" He found himself fascinated by the lamp, which didn't look perfect enough. He began to move it around until Kurt's shouting made him pause.
"Back away from the lamp!" Kurt barked. "When someone enters their sanctuary, they don't want their eyes immediately drawn to to a hideous workspace!"
"I'm not done yet," Blaine replied sassily.
"This isn't McKinley," Kurt argued. "Okay? You can't just barge in here and do whatever you want, whenever you want. You could've at least consulted me before making design decisions in MY home."
"I thought this was supposed to be OUR home," Blaine shot right back. "I would have consulted you, if you didn't spend the entire day with Elliot before your big show." Kurt rolled his eyes as Blaine continued on. "And, you know what? Believe it or not, not every single design decision you make is brilliant. This whole... privacy curtains between the bedrooms thing? It's stupid. We can hear every single noise our roommates make, and God knows what they hear from us."
Kurt folded his arms and shook his head, scoffing. "You know what? Elliot was right. We're losing our boundaries."
"What does Elliot have to do with any of this?" Blaine snarled.
"We were talking..."
"I bet you were talking."
"He's my friend!"
"I bet he's your friend."
"Calm down, psycho!" Kurt exploded. "And another thing, stop being so pouty and weird. It's annoying. Let's just be adults and put everything back where it's supposed to go."
"I've got an idea! Why don't you put it back where it's supposed to go, because it's your apartment!"
"Fine, I will!"
The two continued to yell at each other until Blaine stomped into his room and tossed some clothes into his suitcase. Fine, maybe he shouldn't have imposed on the layout of the apartment without asking, but how could he when recently, it felt like he was preoccupied? This is exactly how he felt when Kurt first moved to New York, and it was happening again. "What the hell are you doing?" Kurt asked, storming into the doorway of his room. He had just finished putting the crap Blaine found by the apartment's front door.
"Staying at Sam and Artie's for the night."
Kurt laughed. "Seriously? That's how you're gonna play this?"
"Do you wanna check with Elliot before you say something else?" Blaine spat, pushing back Kurt and walking out the front door, slamming it behind him.
"You have WHAT?"
There Artie sat, in the halls of the Brooklyn Film Academy, swallowing his pride and doing the right thing by telling the girls that he had chlamydia. The first girl he was telling was Vanessa, and she was clearly not taking it well.
"I can't believe this... I think I'm going to pass out..." Vanessa wretched, holding her stomach in disgust as she bent over.
"I am so sorry," Artie said, ashamed. "Let me explain-"
"What is there to explain?" Vanessa snapped. "You have chlamydia and now I have to get tested, which means I have to go down to the campus free clinic, and sit in that waiting room with WARTS on my face!" The reality of the situation continued to settle in. "Oh my God, am I going to get a freaking CANKER? My parents are coming to visit..."
Artie's face was bright red. He felt like one big walking (well, rolling) STD. "I just hope we can still be friends?"
"FRIENDS?" Vanessa nearly vomited at the thought. "No, Artie, we are not friends. You are patient zero, and I'm telling everyone to stay away from you, because you are DISGUSTING." She began to stomp away until she turned around to rub salt into the wound. "Oh, and Artie? Your films suck."
Ouch.
He kept it moving, though. He had to tell Jessica next, but God, this was humiliating. What made matters worse, though, is that he cheated. He always silently judged his friends for constantly cheating back in high school, and he himself was heartbroken by Brittany cheating on him, so he was ashamed of what he had become, even if the attention felt good sometimes. He turned the corner and found Jessica next, standing with a friend. "Hey, Jessica, can I talk to you in private?"
Jessica turned around. "Sure!" She said sweetly, motioning for her friend to walk away, before having her undivided attention onto Artie.
He sighed. "I'm just gonna come out and say it," he said in a hushed tone. "I tested positive for chlamydia."
"Oh, okay. Is that it?"
Artie prayed Kitty had a similar reaction. "I don't know if you heard what I said..." he spoke in disbelief.
"You have chlamydia," she replied in confirmation. "I heard you. Don't worry about it! I'll just go to the free clinic today after class."
"You're not mad?" He blinked.
"I'm not if you're not!" Jessica smiled. "For all we know, I could've given it to you! Later!" She waved and walked away, leaving Artie to sit there and ponder the possibility of that outcome.
"Artie! Can I talk to you for a second?"
He turned and saw Julie approaching, and his heart dropped. Did he have to tell her too? Even if they hadn't done it? This was so embarrassing. He wheeled towards her and tried to put on a brave face.
"Remember when you asked me out, and I said no?" Julie asked. Artie nodded. "Well, I thought about it and I'm an idiot. I'd love to go out with you."
Artie began to internally panic some more. "G-great! I just, um, don't want to ruin what we have by moving too fast. I think it would be better for our relationship if we agree not to have sex? For the next 7-10 days?"
Julie looked at him, her smile quickly fading as her face construed into confusion. "That is sort of an insanely weird thing to bring up..."
"I just really like you," he explained, "I don't want to-"
"I get it, but we haven't even gone out yet? We aren't really anything yet... which means I wasn't even thinking about sex, to be honest? So... I think that I'll be able to wait an entire week."
Duh, Artie thought. But he just had to be sure and 100% confirm. "Week to 10 days."
"Got it..." she swayed back and forth awkwardly.
Artie shook his head. "I'm sorry, that was really weird."
She pulled him aside and sat down at a bench, so they could be at eye level. "You're acting really weird and jumpy."
"There's a reason why, and it's difficult to talk about, but I need to be completely honest. I have chlamydia."
Right on cue, the facial expression turned to disgust. "Are you serious?" She asked. It now made total sense why he was so adamant about waiting to have sex; again, not that she was considering it, but still...
"Yeah, and I'm not even sure who I got it from..."
"Wait, what? You don't know?"
"It was either Vanessa from our post-war European cinema class, or Jessica from my contemporary voices in venereal horror seminar..."
Julie put her hand out in front of him, pausing him. "You slept with them? Artie, that's grosser than the chlamydia."
"I'm not really sure how that's possible-"
Julie continued. "Those girls are idiots! Last year Vanessa made a short-film that consisted of a single-shot of her eating a pile of dirt for 45 minutes. And Jessica? She had an endoscopy for a stomach ulcer, and then submitted the footage to Sundance under the title Another Holocaust!"
"I realize that I made some bad decisions, but I just wanted to be completely honest with you, and I still need to tell my girlfriend Kitty back home, and-"
"You've had a girlfriend this whole time?" Julie laughed and stood up. "You know, it's great that you want to be honest with me. Honesty makes you see who everyone really is, and who you are is not who I thought you were. You're a creeper, Artie. Congratulations on totally grossing me out!" She stomped away as Artie watched in horror. Now that is how he imagined Kitty would react. He just hoped that the entire school didn't find out about this... he would be off the antibiotics in 7-10 days and then he'd be back to normal!
Okay, now for the hardest part. He had to tell Kitty tonight.
Tina stood in the kitchen as Sam and Blaine waited at the table for dinner to be finished. What was on the menu? Lasagna. Since moving to New York Tina had been working with and running into a ton of Italians, and there were two things she learned that they loved; pasta and red sauce. This was a perfect combination of both. Although she had fully intended for this to be a meal for four, Artie was in his room. He lost his appetite after getting ripped by two different girls at school, and he was prepping to break the unfortunate news to Kitty. It was nice, though, to have Blaine staying with Sam for the time being.
"I just don't know what's changed between us," Blaine explained. "But I can't help but think that Elliot may have something to do with it."
"I think he's sweet!" Tina insisted, cutting the lasagna.
"Yeah, too sweet. I don't want him to steal Kurt from me."
Sam was stuffing his face with bread and butter. "Maybe you should kick his ass." Tina shot him a disapproving look, which made him change his tone. "Or... uh, I don't know. Do something not violent."
Blaine sighed, putting his face in his hands. "Since when did I become so insecure?" He groaned, voice muffled.
"Now you know how I feel."
Tina was so focused on preparing the perfect square of lasagna that she didn't even realize what she had just said. Out loud. She turned around and saw Sam and Blaine looking at her like she had three heads.
"I'm gonna go call Cooper real quick..."
Blaine stepped outside of the apartment, effectively leaving Sam and Tina in the kitchen, alone. The two looked at each other awkwardly as Tina made her way over to the table, placing the plates of lasagna at each of the three seats.
Sam cleared his throat. "Is this about Mercedes?" He asked carefully, breaking the silence
"Of course it is!" She exploded. "You guys dated going into year three of glee club before you moved, and when you came back you got her to cheat on Shane with you. Now she's here in New York, and you guys have been hanging out without me. What else am I supposed to think?"
"Tina-"
"Not to mention that Blaine and Kurt are having trouble in paradise, and Santana clearly still loves Brittany, and Artie's a dirty cheater now too apparently, and the will they/won't they between Finn and Rachel-"
"Babe, can you please relax-"
"We're next on the totem pole!" She cried. "The two roommates who want the same guy! It makes total sense-"
Sam leaned over the table, cupped her cheeks, and kissed her so passionately that it finally shut her up. She felt her body, which was once tense, quickly relax and melt into his arms. As she gave into Sam he pulled away, who smiled. "You have nothing to worry about."
"But-"
Sam shushed her as he returned to his seat. "Mercedes and I are ancient history. We're just friends, I swear. I know you're, like, the rare member of the glee club who wasn't ever cheated on, but that isn't starting with me. We aren't Kurt and Blaine, or Santana and Dani, or any of those guys. You are the only girl for me, Tina Cohen-Chang, and I love you."
"I love you, Sam." She sighed and stood up, embracing him. To be totally honest she wasn't fully convinced - she trusted Sam, sure, but she knew she tended to overthink a lot, and this was one of those times. She wasn't 100% sure if she trusted Mercedes just yet, though. Whatever, she thought. In this moment she was at peace. So, when Blaine returned from his impromptu phone call, she apologized and the three friends ate dinner together happily.
"So, how has practice been?"
Kitty, on the other end of Artie's Skype call, sat in her bedroom, still wearing her Cheerios uniform. "Same old, same old. I'm just not looking forward to when school starts." Cheerios and football practice started early, about two weeks before school itself. "Bree and I are just trying to kick these new recruits into shape."
Artie nodded. "Have you seen everyone?"
She shrugged. "I've seen Ryder the most, obviously, since football practice started too. Otherwise, just a few times over the summer. I know that once school starts, it'll be harder, though."
"Why?"
"Because there's no more glee club, duh! There's less of a reason for me to ever be seen in the same room as Magic Johnson's gay son, straight Alvin Ailey, the anorexic princess and the guy with the same chin as the camouflage fairy from Fairly Odd Parents." Obviously she was referring to Unique, Jake, Marley and Ryder, respectively. After she and Artie shared an awkward laugh, she got serious. "It's just, Sue has all of our classes purposely scheduled in a way that it'll be highly unlikely we'll even see each other in the hallway. I'm surprised she didn't straight up transfer them. It'll just be me and Bree from hereon in, and since I live with her, that isn't saying much." She paused. "I miss you."
The suspense was killing Artie inside. He knew he had to open his mouth, but this was harder than telling any of the other girls. He did her wrong, and he knew that, but he couldn't suppress that any longer. "Uh, I miss you too, Kitty."
"So, what's up? You seem even more robotic than usual, white Vic Stone."
"Kitty, I need to tell you something... I have chlamydia."
The realization slowly kicked in for Kitty. She hadn't seen Artie since he moved away, which meant... "You cheated on me." Artie didn't know what to say. Kitty began to laugh as tears formed in her eyes. "I-I didn't think you'd get over me that quick! It's only been a few months!"
"Kitty, I am so sorry. I'm not over you, I made a mistake, I just-"
"You know what, save it," she cut him off. "I thought you were different, Artie. Every other guy in that glee club totally made sense to be a scumbag. Athletes, masculine gays... even that Jesus twink. But I never thought it would be you. I opened my heart to you, which isn't something I do often. I put my reputation on the line for you. This is how you repay me?"
"I love you, Kitty, please just let me explain..." He pleaded.
"There's nothing left to say, Artie. And if you loved me, you wouldn't have cheated on me. When you eventually come rolling back to Lima, don't talk to me. I don't want to see you ever again. I'm done." She slammed her computer shut, but on Artie's end, all he saw was that it ended. Not just the call, but the relationship. He messed up, and he sat in his room for hours, sobbing over the mistake he had made.
Mercedes sat at the soundboard in her studio when she heard a knock at the door. Glancing up, she saw her old friend Santana standing in the doorway. She motioned her in as the Latina glanced around the room. "So this is where the magic happens, hm?"
Mercedes nodded in her chair. "Aretha Franklin, Ray Charles, Coltrane, Chaka Khan, Thelonious Monk, they all recorded in here."
Santana just glanced around the room in awe. "Now, Mercedes Jones..."
"That's right! But you know that already because you've been helping on my album, right?" Mercedes joked, giving Santana a look. "So what exactly are you doing, huh? What kind of consultation work?"
Santana shut the door behind her. "Okay, I get it. I should've filled you in on the lie before I told it, and I'm sorry. I just kind of panicked. I came up with it on the spot."
"Why are you lying to Dani, anyway?"
Santana gulped. "I kissed Brittany before her graduation and now I think I still have feelings for her." She looked down at her feet. "Hell, who am I kidding. I never lost feelings for her."
"I know how you feel, Santana. I still love Sam."
Santana snorted. "Why? He's an idiot."
"Do I even need to point out who you're still hung up on?"
Santana glared at her; she would never call Brittany an idiot, but she also knew she wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer. "Point taken." She took a seat next to Mercedes. "Why are we so stuck in the past?"
"Well, you know what they say," she thought aloud. "Your first love always stays with you, no matter where you go." She picked up some sheet music and handed it to Santana. "I have the perfect song for us to... get out feelings out with. You game?"
Santana browsed through the music and looked up at Mercedes. "Sure, I'm game."
[Mercedes]
Dreams
That's where I have to go
To see your beautiful
Face anymore I stare at a picture of you
And listen to the radio
Hope, hope there's a conversation
We both admit we had it good
But until then it's alienation
I know that much is understood
And I realise
[Mercedes and Santana]
If you ask me how I'm doing
I would say I'm doing just fine
I would lie and say that you're not on my mind
But I go out, and I sit down at a table set for two
And finally I'm forced to face the truth
No matter what I say I'm
Not over you
Not over you
[Santana]
Damn, damn girl you do it well
And I thought you were innocent
Took this heart and put it through hell
But still you're magnificent
[Santana] (Mercedes and Santana)
I, I'm a boomerang, (doesn't matter how you throw me)
I turn around and I'm back in the game
(Even better than the old me)
But I'm not even close without you
[Mercedes and Santana]
If you ask me how I'm doing
I would say I'm doing just fine
I would lie and say that you're not on my mind
But I go out, and I sit down at a table set for two
And finally I'm forced to face the truth
No matter what I say I'm
Not over you
[Santana]
If you ask me how I'm doing
I would say I'm doing just fine
I would lie and say that you're not on my mind
[Mercedes]
But I go out, and I sit down at a table set for two
And finally I'm forced to face the truth
No matter what I say I'm
[Mercedes and Santana]
Not over you
Not over you
Not over you
Not over you
glee
Season 5B: New York
STARRING
Lea Michele as Rachel Berry
Chris Colfer as Kurt Hummel
Naya Rivera as Santana Lopez
Darren Criss as Blaine Anderson
Amber Riley as Mercedes Jones
Chord Overstreet as Sam Evans
Jenna Ushkowitz as Tina Cohen-Chang
Kevin McHale as Artie Abrams
GUEST STARRING
Nicholas Kadi as Alain Marceau
Galadriel Stineman as Vanessa
Tahlena Chikami as Jessica
Stephanie Hunt as Julie
Adam Lambert as Elliot "Starchild" Gilbert
Demi Lovato as Dani
Rick Worthy as STD Clinic Doctor
Becca Tobin as Kitty Wilde
SONG(S) PERFORMED:
Robert Palmer - Addicted to Love: Performed by Artie Abrams
Aretha Franklin - You Make Me Feel Like A Natural Woman: Performed by Mercedes Jones
A Great Big World - Rockstar: Performed by Elliot "Starchild" Gilbert and Kurt Hummel
The Supremes - The Happening: Performed by One Three Hill
Gavin DeGraw - Not Over You: Performed by Mercedes Jones and Santana Lopez