wicked ❧ q. fabray

sixteen.

( SIXTEEN; SATURDAY NIGHT GLEE-VER )
WICKED.

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     There could never be a normal week in Glee Club, Mr. Shue always had to do something the New Directions wouldn't like. This week was no different, the teacher brought up disco once and suddenly it was all he could think about. So as the group of teenagers walked into the room to see a dance floor in the middle of the choir room, disco balls hanging above it—they almost turned around and walked out.

     Brittany chewed on the side of her thumb as she leaned toward the redhead who was staring at the dance floor with confusion, "Did someone steal our floor?"

     Mr. Shue was quick to answer the girl as he clapped his hands together, "Don't worry, we'll have it back by the end of the week. In the meantime, Sue has lent us her my very own personal, one-of-a-kind, lit-from-within, shatterproof, Plexiglas dance floor."

     "Modeled, of course, on the dance floor immortalized by a young, musky John Travolta at the height of his potency in the legendary dansical Saturday Night Fever," Sue states proudly with a hand on her stomach and a smirk on her face.

     "I'm sorry," Faye cut in with a laugh as she gestured toward the floor with her hands, "but where in the hell were you keeping this thing?"

     Rachel—who, for what seemed like the first time, wasn't happy with this week's assignment, cut Sue off before she could answer the Hastings girl's question, "Coach Sylvester, while we applaud your proper use of the terminology, we told Mr. Shue we do not support disco in this room."

     "Ah, but some of you do," Faye swung her head around to glare at Blaine who had opened the week with a disco number. The boy who had too much gel in his hair tried not to look back at the redhead, afraid of meeting the heat he could feel on the side of his face, "So for this week's assignment, we are going back in time to the songs of Saturday Night Fever."

     Finn's face scrunched up as he began to slouch, "Come on, Mr. Shue. That's, like, a record our parents listen to."

     "That album, teen Solomon Grundy, is one of the best-selling soundtracks of all time."

     "Tony Manero's story is your story. He's a guy who works at a paint store, struggling to figure out his life. And the only time he feels sure about himself is when he's performing on the dance floor. He has a dream. To get out of his old neighborhood in Brooklyn and get to New York City. And by the end of the movie, that's what he's done. He's turned his dream into a plan," Faye didn't miss how the teacher's eyes fell onto her multiple times during his speech. The redhead crossed her arms and shifted on her feet uncomfortably at his parental gaze.

     "So why the dance floor?"

     "Well, Porcelain, because we're going to start with a dance-off. And the winner will receive a replica of John Travolta's iconic white polyester suit, which I am having a cadre of expert Viennese tailors painstakingly reproduce," Sue pulls out a miniature wooden figure that was dressed in a white suit.