santana and brittany

glee club brings everyone together

Santana squeezes my thigh before getting up and leaving me and my chess game all alone.

*

"Okay, guys, we're having a secret ballad at the end of class, but before we get to that, Puckerman has asked to do a number."

Puck stands up and claps his hands together, "Actually, Mr. Shue, I was hoping for this number we could move..."

"Hold up, hold up, Private Puckerman," Santana says walking into the room and cutting Puck off, "I'm gonna let you finish, but first, I would like to uphold the tradition of hijacking this Glee club and making everyone sit through what is basically an intervention. Mr. SHue, you said we could redo some of our favorite numbers, right?" Mr. Shue nods his head, "Well, then I want do a dance duet with Brittany."

I tilt my head to the side and roll my eyes. Santana does what she wants when she wants and she doesn't care if you want the opposite.

"Hit it." Santana says and the band begins to play Valerie

Mike Chang jumps down into the chair next to me and looks at me with a huge smile on his face. Him and I had the dance solo to this song during sophmore year.

"Well, sometimes I go out by myself and I look across the water
And I think of all the things, what you're doing
And in my head I paint a picture
'Cause since I've come on home, well, my body's been a mess
And I've missed your ginger hair and the way you like to dress
I won't you come on over, stop making a fool out of me
Why don't you come on over Valerie, Valerie, Valerie, Valerie?
Did you have to go to jail,
Put your house on up for sale,
Did you get a good lawyer?
I hope you didn't catch a tan,
I hope you find the right man
Who'll fix it for you
Now are you shopping anywhere,
Changed the color of your hair, and are you busy?
And did you have to pay that fine
That you were dodging
All the time are you still dizzy
Yeah
'Cause since I've come on home, well, my body's been a mess
And I've missed your ginger hair and the way you like to dress
I won't you come on over, stop making a fool out of me
Why don't you come on over Valerie, Valerie, Valerie, Valerie?
Well, sometimes I go out by myself and I look across the water
And I think of all the things,
What you're doing and in my head I paint a picture
'Cause since I've come on home, well, my body's been a mess
And I've missed your ginger hair and the way you like to dress
I won't you come on over, stop making a fool out of me
Why don't you come on over Valerie, Valerie, Valerie, Valerie?
Yeah Valerie"

When we finish dancing and singing, everyone claps and cheers for us, causing the two of us to laugh.

"See? This is who you are. This is what happens when you don't think about it." Santana says and I tilt my head to the side

"All right everybody," Shue says while we all sit back down in the chairs, "No more drama. Time to vote for either Rachel or Mercedes."

"Exscuse me, Shuester." Santana says, standing up, "Before we cast another pointless vote in a meaningless contest that has absolutely no practical ramifications whatsoever, I would like to say some words about my good friend Rachel Berry." I cross my arms and grin because I already know where this is going, "Rachel Berry is the most horrible human being on the planet."