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TINA WASN'T ALLOWED TO BE A GOTH ANYMORE. The whole glee club seemed to stare right her way as she sat at the front wearing a large pout on her face and clothes what were not her usual style at all.
Seeing her mood had been completely ruined as she wasn't allowed to express herself in her usual way, the glee club were on a mission to try and find her a new look that Principal Figgins wasn't terrified of. "Biker chick?" Santana suggested first of all, to which Tina gave a big thumbs down.
"Cowgirl?" Finn put forward with a shrug.
"Hood rat?" Mercedes frowned trying to help her friend.
"Computer programmer?" Quinn thought out loud.
"Donna and the Dynamos!" Katy piped up enthusiastically, her grin growing larger as she saw Tina consider her option until she was distracted by Puck's suggestion of a catholic school girl.
Looking over Brittany's shoulder, Santana sent Katy a wink, "shot gun Tanya." She grinned, reaching over and linking her pinkie in hers as Katy's smile only grew larger.
Throwing her hands into the air as none of the suggestions seemed to speak to her, Tina let out a long breathe of air, "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."
Hearing Rachel scrambling into the room with a dramatic amount of urgency, the attention was moved away from Tina almost as quickly as she'd gotten it as she revealed some scary news, "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 muttered loudly, but Rachel didn't seem to care.
"No, not at all. Probably... whatever! Anyway, what I figured out. I was rooting through the dumpsters behind the Carmel Auditorium and I found eighteen boxes of Christmas lights. Which led me to Joelle fabrics. I asked them about red Chantilly lace and they said they were sold out!"
"Oh fairy dust." Katy whispered, eyes widened in terror like half of the room.
"What?" Mike questioned blankly, almost jumping out of his seat in confusion to her anxious tone of voice.
"They're doing Gaga." Kurt informed the confused faces in the choir room with a look of defeat in his eyes, "we should've guessed it. They're going full out theatricality. They know it's the easiest way to beat us, damn them!"
Furrowing his eyebrows, Puck didn't realize he'd be putting himself in the firing line for glares as he spoke up, "what's up with this Gaga dude? He just dresses weird right? Like Bowie?"
"Lady Gaga is a woman!" Kurt fired back, whipping his head round to give him the most disgusted glare, "she's only the biggest pop act to come along in decades. She's boundary-pushing. The most theatrical performer of our generation and she changes looks quicker than Britt changes sexual partners."
