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(Jennie's OOTD)
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J E N N I E
"I have good news." My girlfriend smiled as she walked up to my locker. "And what is that?" I asked. "I'm back in glee club but, I haven't told Sue." My girlfriend announced and the biggest smile I could ever form appeared on my face.
"Really?!" I asked in disbelief as I gave her a hug. "Really." Santana smiled. "Well then, let's go to glee club then." She said happily before I shut my locker and then interlocked my arm with hers.
"Actually, for today's glee club practice, we are going to be meeting in the auditorium. Mike and Mr. Shue are still running booty camp." I explained to her as we walked down the hallway.
"Welcome back." Artie smiled as we entered the auditorium. "Thank god you're back, your best friend was lashing out at everybody during your absence." Rachel complained and Santana looked at me surprisedly.
"I may have screamed at a person or two." I responded.
"Finn asked you a question and you threatened to kick him in the kneecaps. Then you said and I quote, 'that's how you take all you tall freaks down before you beat their asses'." Tina laughed and Santana turned to me.
"Maybe I did go a little crazy." I told her. "Alright, guys take your positions!" Mr. Shue ordered. "We're starting with classic kickball change. Five, six..seven, eight." Mike ordered as our pianist started playing.
"You're late." Mr. Shue said as Mercedes entered the auditorium. "I know. I overslept." She responded. "It's 4:30 in the afternoon." Mike said as he looked at his watch.
"My alarm clock went off 30 minutes late this morning. Kind of shifted my whole schedule. Anyway, what's Santana doing here?" Mercedes questioned.
"I've resworn my allegiance to the Glee Club without telling Coach Sue." My girlfriend replied. "Mercedes, I'll catch you up." Mike smiled. "Five, six, seven. Five, six...Mercedes, you okay?" Mr. Shue asked concernedly.
"My stomach hurts. I think I'm gonna be sick." Mercedes responded. "Why are you babying her? I mean, she can't do three steps without puking cause she ate at Quizno's before she showed up in this joint." Santana stated.
"Mr. Shue, you have us scheduled to the second right now. With school, Glee Club, and Booty Camp, when else am I supposed to eat?" Mercedes questioned.
"When the rest of us do." Santana snickered. "Oh, like you eat!" Mercedes shouted. "It's not about eating. It's about attitude. Sectionals are coming up, and if we don't give it our all..." Mr. Schuester lectured.
"I am doing my best." Mercedes told him. "No, you're not. It's not about doing your best anymore. It's about doing better. Everyone take five." Our teacher huffed out.
***
While Brittany, Santana, and I were walking down the hallway, we spotted Rachel and Kurt talking at Kurt's locker. "You're about to go provoke them aren't you?" I asked San. "You know me all too well." She smiled.
"Nice blouse, Hummel. Really brings out the color of your pink eye." Santana said rudely. "So, I assume I can rely on your vote, Rachel." Brittany stated.
"A vote for Brittany is a vote for women everywhere. Every woman deserves to have their voices heard." I said as I placed a 'Vote 4 Brittany' sticker on her shirt.
It took Brittany and I forever to come up with her campaign motto. "I'm sorry, Brittany, but I've already pledged my fidelity to Kurt." Rachel apologized.
"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 at this school, we've only exclusively had male student council presidents?" Brittany asked.
"And yeah, Kurt looks like Jimmy Fallon's butch daughter, but a vote for him would only empower yet another frank and beans." Santana told her honestly.
"Yes. Where has that patriarchy gotten us? Double-digit inflation, economic freefall, oil spills, the war in Afghanistan." Brittany continued.
"San and I tweeted about Brit's flash mob pep rally in the gym, and we're all showing up to support her with girl power." I smirked.
"Yes, boys have made one helluva mess in this school, and there's only one way to clean it up." Brittany smiled before we headed to the gymnasium since the flash mob is about to start.
As soon as it started, Brittany took her spot in the middle of the gym before the music started playing.
{Brittany}
Girls, we run this mother
Who run the world
(Santana & Jennie-Girls)
Who run the world
(Santana & Jennie-Girls, girls)
Who run the world?
(Santana & Jennie-Girls)
Who run the world?
(Santana & Jennie-Girls, girls)
It's hot up in here,
DJ, don't be scared
To run this, run this back
I'm reppin' for the girls
who taking over the world
Help me raise a glass
for the college grads
Anyone rolling, I'll let you
know what time it is, check
You can't hold me
I work my 9:00 to
5:00 and I cut my check
This goes out to all
my women getting it in
You on your grind
To all the men that
respect what I do
Please accept my shine
Boy, I know you love it,
how we're smart enough
To make these millions, strong
enough to bear the children
Then get back to business
See, you better not play me
Don't come here, baby
Hope you still like me
If you pay me
My persuasion
Can build a nation
Endless power
Our love we can devour
(Santana & Jennie-You'll do anything for me)
Santana and I exchanged smirks before we stood up from our spots on the bleachers before walking down the steps so we can join Brittany.
Who run the world?
(Santana & Jennie-Girls, girls)
Who run the world?
(Santana & Jennie-Girls, girls)
Who run the world?
(Santana & Jennie-Girls, girls)
Who run the world?
(Santana & Isabella-Girls, girls)
Who run the world?
(Santana & Jennie-Girls, girls
Who run the world?
(Santana & Jennie-Girls, girls)
Who run the world?
(Santana & Jennie-Girls, girls)
Who run the world?
(Santana & Jennie-Girls, girls)
(Who run the world?
(Santana & Jennie-Girls)
{All}
Who are we?
What we run?
The world
(Jennie-Who run this mother?)
Who are we?
What we run?
The world ♪
(Jennie-Who run this? Yeah)
Who are we?
What do we run?
We run the world
Who run the world?
Girls!
"Hi. I'm Brittany S. Pierce, and I'm your next senior class president." Brittany announced before we all cheered happily.
***
"Okay, so, before we dive into today's Booty Camp, I just want to say how impressed Mike and I have been with everyone's progress. Uh...Brittany, why are you here?" Mr. Shue asked.
"Cause I intend on, you know, dancing my way into the voters' hearts." Brittany responded and I shook my head. "Okay. All right...everyone up! Now, your homework assignment was The Widow Maker, perhaps the hardest show choir dance move ever.
"Now, when you get it right, one of us is gonna tap you out, then you can have a seat. Uh, five, six, seven, eight!" Mr. Shue smiled before our pianist started playing. As soon as I started doing the moves, Mr. Shue tapped Santana and I out.
"Come on, Mercedes--down, open." Mike encouraged her. "Come on, Mercedes. Down...open Come on, Mercedes, down...open...up..." Mr. Shue said and I started to feel bad for her. They have been harder on her than anyone here.
"My ankle hurts." Mercedes told him. "Push through it." Mike encouraged her. "I don't feel good." She told Mr. Shue. "You're fine." Mr. Shue reassured her. "No, I'm not!" Mercedes lashed out.
"Look, Mercedes, I want you to be the best you can be, okay? Did you even practice this?" Mr. Schuester asked her. "Stop picking on me! You're always singling me out, making me look bad!" Mercedes yelled.
And there you have it. I knew she was going to lash out. How could you not when people keep pushing you when you don't want to be pushed?
"That's crazy." Mr. Shue said in disbelief. "No, you're crazy, for not letting me shine! Where's Rachel, huh? I don't see her here, being a part of the team." She pointed out. "She has a point." I stated.
"Not now Jennie." Santana told me. "Rachel practices every night." Finn chimed in. "No one asked you, Finn. Everyone knows that Rachel is your favorite." Mercedes said irritatedly. "Once again she has point." I said.
"Do I have to tape your mouth shut?" Santana asked me seriously. "That's not true." Mr. Shue said defensively. "No, it's true--you give that skinny, Garanimal-wearing ass-kisser everything!" Mercedes shouted.
"And, you know, for two years, you know, I took it. But not anymore! I'm done! You know, I've outgrown you. I've outgrown all of you." Mercedes said as she headed towards the exit.
"Mercedes! You walk out that door, you're out of Glee Club." Mr. Shue threatened. "I guess I'm out of glee club then." Mercedes responded before exiting the auditorium.
"You guys didn't have to gang up on her like that. Mike, you can't sing for the life of you but I don't see anyone here pushing you to hit a Mariah Carey or Whitney Houston note." I stated harshly. "Jennie that was unnecessary." Tina told me.
"Was it? Why isn't Rachel here? Most of us practice every night as well but we still have to show up here every damn day. There was truth to what she said and you know it, that's why you reacted the way that you did." I responded.
"Now if you excuse me, I'm going to go get my friend since I out dance everyone here but Mike, Brittany, and Santana. Before I leave, Finn you were doing the move wrong the entire time." I said harshly.
"You drop down like this, open your legs, and then close them like so." I demonstrated effortlessly. "You might need to practice at night with your girlfriend." I added rudely before grabbing my bags and exiting the auditorium.