Unlikely Star

The End of Twerk

Tina's video of Blaine twerking was circulating around the New Directions like a wildfire. Every time I watched it, I always suggested that we rewatch it. I couldn't decide if my favorite part was Blaine's actual dancing, or the part where he realized Tina was watching him. To his credit, I probably could not twerk as well as him, but I only practiced when I was home alone. And yes, I did practice twerking, but I would never improve.

We were all huddled around Tina, except for Blaine, who was sulking in the corner. "You have nothing to be ashamed of Blaine," Mr. Schue said, trying to reassure Blaine's embarrassment.

But Sam completely turned down Mr. Schue's rescue attempt for Blaine. "Yes it is," he said through giggles.

"That's a twerk fail gawker nightmare."

"No, this is a revelation."

"If this is turning into what I think it is turning into, I just want to say that it's physically impossible for me to twerk."

"I beg to differ," Kitty mumbled. I didn't know whether to be shocked or to laugh out loud.

"Guys, look how you're all riveted by that video. That's the kind of reaction we need from the judges if we're going to one-up Throat Explosion at Nationals. We need to edge up our America's sweetheart image a bit. Show the judges that we're not afraid to rebel."

I slowly raised my hand in the air, hoping to bring up a question that most people were thinking. "Mr. Schue? Are you suggesting that we incorporate twerking into our Nationals number? Because what if we get judges who don't really like that kind of thing. I mean, remember at Regionals when we got all those religious folks?" Truth was, I didn't want to twerk in front of the rest of the team. I know I was a cheerleader and wore tiny skirts on the daily, but the thought of getting in front of everyone and having to twerk, especially when I didn't know how, was incredibly scary.

"That's a risk we're going to have to take, Mallory, if we want to go above and beyond the other teams, especially Throat Explosion."

"Mr. Schue, what if some of us don't know how to twerk?"

"Have no fear, your twerk-torial is here." Oh hog, I can't believe that just came out of his mouth. "Hey, and if you can all dance like Blaine did in that video, we are going to need a bigger trophy case." Will that actually happen? Just asking for a friend.

After Mr. Schue finished with his potential lesson plan for the week, everyone began to get up and start twerking in their seats. I decided to not partake in this event purely out of fear of being made fun of by Kitty. She would probably make some joke about how I move around like a skeleton and how my butt is as flat as a pancake.

But Sam did decide to show off his moves. He tried to lean up against me and twerk, to which I shielded my eyes from. I erupted in a fit of laughter as he tried to twerk while unintentionally, rubbing his small ponytail in my face. I was slightly inspired to take a pair of scissors and cut the thing off myself, but Sam had told me how important it was to him. Although he knew my disgust for it, he still wanted to keep it because it made him look more indie. I just thought it made him look more strange, but what did I know. It's not like I was now forced to look at it every time I saw my boyfriend.

***

Jake and Kitty had taken the lead with our "twerk-tutorial"? I didn't really know what to call it. It was just the New Directions standing around in the auditorium, learning how to pop our butts out. One of our members couldn't even twerk. Artie was just wiggling around in his chair. I wasn't entirely listening to Jake and Kitty's lesson about the history of the dance. All I knew about it was that it's started to surface on the internet, and now is the new sensation.