𝑵𝒆𝒘 𝑩𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 • 𝑹. 𝑩𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 ★

Special Education

We've been preparing for weeks now and everything is ruined because Finn couldn't be honest with Quinn when he and Santana slept together last year. I didn't want to be part of the drama because it's not my place after me and Finn kissed, I rather be best friends with him then date him it'll be weird for me. So now Quinn is going on about how Santana and Finn slept together last year, If I'm being honest Santana got what she deserves being yelled at by her because she's a bitch in my own opinion but, Finn should of been honest with her and now let's begin.

Now On With The Story!!

"Why didn't you tell me about you and Santana." Quinn argues with Finn.

"Maybe because A. Your a blabbermouth and B. We all pretend to like you." Santana argues back.

"I kinda like her." Puck says and I nod in agreement.

Santana and Finn looked at her and Puck.

"I didn't tell you because your a spoiled brat couldn't hold your feelings and I'm sorry for not telling you." Finn says and I looked pissed off

"She's not a spoiled brat maybe you and Santana are because you should of told her but no your a coward Finn just like Santana being a bitch." I huffed and sit down next to Sam.

"You okay?" Sam asks

"No I'm not okay last I performed I was in labor." I say and holds Sam hand.

"Alright everybody ready we'll be on soon." Mr. Shue says

"I'm not going on stage with him and her." Quinn yells looking at Finn and Santana

"Make that three." Artie fires back.

"Same goes for me." Tina agrees.

"Enough guys look no matter how much you're pissed at each other can't be get along until after we perform." Mr. Shue says

We all look at each other and nod.

With The Performances

The Living Years

The Hipsters:
Uh, uh, uh, uuhh, uuhh, uuuhhh, uuuuhhhh

The Hipsters Woman:
Every generation blames the one before
And all of their frustrations come beating on your door

I know that I'm a prisoner to all my Father held so dear
I know that I'm a hostage to all his hopes and fears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years

The Hipsters Man:
Oh, Crumpled bits of paper (The Hipsters: Uuhh, uuuhhh, uuuuhhhh)
Filled with imperfect thoughts (The Hipsters: Uh, uh, uuuuhhhh)
Stilted conversations
I'm afraid that's all we've got (The Hipsters: Uh, uh, uuuuhhhh)

You say you just don't see it
He says it's perfect sense
You just can't get agreement
In this present tense
We all talk a different language
Talkin' in defense

The Hipsters (The Hipsters Man):
Say it loud (Say it loud) say it clear (Ooh say it clear)
You can listen (As well as you hear) as well as you hear
It's too late (It's too late) when we die (Ooh-oh we die)
To admit (We don't see eye to eye) we don't see eye to eye