♡ Turning Tables♡ - Glee Fanfic

Madonna

The Cheerios were sat on the bleachers as sue Sylvester was talking to us.

"Santana. What does your bracelet say?" She asks, pointing at her.

"W.W.M.D."

" "What would Madonna do?" Well, the answer to that question is usually: Date a younger man. So, let's see some arm candy, girls. Sorry, freshmen. You're going to have to start trolling the middle schools. And you know why? 'Cause if you want to be as riveting a performer as Madonna - a skill that will nab us Nationals this year - you're going to have to start thinking like her, acting like her. Also, Ã la Madonna, I will no longer acknowledge that any of you have last names. Becky Jackson. From now on, you're just Becky. "

Becky claps enthusiastically.

"You know, it's like Madonna once said, "I'm tough, I'm ambitious, and I know what I want. If that makes me a bitch, okay." I'm pretty sure she stole that line from one Sue Sylvester. No, really, she stole it from me. I said it first. Palladium. '87."

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The girls are sitting around in chairs. Quinn is drawing an unflattering sketch of Rachel, complete with the word 'LOSER' across the top of the page and several love hearts scattered around.

"Can I ask you guys something private?" Rachel asks the group.

"Yes, you should move to Israel." I tell her. The girls all laugh at my comment.

"It's about dating. Not that I'm dating anyone. We all know that Finn and I are no longer an item, and for the sake of the team, I broke up with Jesse. But let's just say I was dating someone."

"I can't believe you let that sex god go" I tell her referring to Jesse.

"Let's just say, hypothetically, we went to a Wiggles concert last Friday night, and then because my dads weren't home, we went up to my room and started making out. It was erotic and romantic. And then he said we should do it. What if then he got really crabby and left, and didn't even take home the Care Bear I won him playing Skee Ball?" Rachel rants to all of us but none of us are really listening.

"Would you please stop talking? You're grossing out my baby." Quinn demands.

"I just want to be ready; I know I'm getting older, and these things are going to happen someday, but how do I stop a guy from getting mad at me for saying "no"?"

"Just do what I do. Never say "no."" I advise her.

"Oh, totally. I mean, what's the worst that can happen? Sorry, Quinn." Britt adds on.

"Look, girl, don't ask me. The last guy I liked was the mayor of gaytown. And I can't wait to get a guy mad at me for saying "no."" Mercedes comforts her.

Will interrupted us by saying "Hey, guys. I'm sorry to interrupt your little sorority, but I couldn't help but overhearing. Are you really having that much boy trouble?"

"You wouldn't understand, Mr. Shue. You're a guy." I tell him. It's the truth men can't understand our 'men problems'.

"Well, then maybe you should talk to someone else about it. Like Ms. Pillsbury."

"The fact is is that women still earn 70 cents to every dollar that a man does for doing the same job. That attitude starts in high school." I tell him before leaving the room.

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Mr Shue wrote Madonna's name on the board.

"What comes to mind when you see that name?" He asks.

"Genius."

"Icon."