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Another week for school and Rhiannon was just beaming. She had a smile on her face all week on it was for one reason: she was in love. In the choir room everyone was sitting down looking at Tina and what she was wearing.
"It's so weird." Artie said.
Finn added, "This so isn't you."
"I feel like an Asian Branch Davidian." Tina admitted.
"Tina, are there any other looks you can try?" Mr. Shue asked her.
"Biker chick." Rhiannon and Santana suggested.
Thumbs down.
"Cowgirl?" Finn suggested.
Thumbs down.
"Hood rat?" Mercedes said.
Thumbs down.
"Computer programmer." Quinn told her.
Thumbs down.
"Cross-country skier." Brittany added.
Thumbs down.
"Catholic schoolgirl." Puck mentioned.
Tina thought about it.
"Happy meal, no onions. Or a chicken." Brittany commented.
"Look, I appreciate it, guys, but it just isn't me. I know who I am, and I'm not allowed to show it. It's like communism." Tina explained.
Rachel walked in, "Guys, we have a serious problem. You know how I've been doing some deep background on Vocal Adrenaline."
"Isn't that against the rules?" Artie asked her.
"No, not at all. Or probably. Whatever! Anyway, what I figured out; I rooted through the dumpsters behind the Carmel auditorium and I found 18 empty boxes of Christmas lights." Rachel informed them.
"Oh, no." Tina mumbled.
"Oh sweet baby Jesus in the manger." Rhiannon muttered.
"Which led me to Joelle Fabrics. I asked them about red Chantilly lace. They were sold out." Rachel added.
"Oh sweet Jesus." Mercedes commented.
"Oh, my." Kurt mumbled.
"Wait, what?" Mr. Shue asked.
"They're doing Gaga." Rhiannon said, shaking her head.
"That's it. It's over." Mercedes mentioned.
"Exactly." Rachel admitted.
"We should have guessed it. They're going for full-out theatricality. They know it's the easiest way to beat us. Damn them." Kurt said.
"What's up with this Gaga dude? He just, like, dresses weird, right? Like Bowie?" Puck asked.
