"Oh my God, you're getting a nose job," Quinn stated as everyone in the choir room looked at Rachel in shock.
"I'm considering having a minor procedure to repair my deviated septum," Rachel said.
"So, a nose job," Santana repeated.
"I like your nose, Rachel," Melanie added sincerely, thinking the girl didn't need to do this.
"Look, I'm happy with the way I look, okay? I've embraced my nose. But let's say I wanted to have a slightly more demure nose—like Quinn's, for example. I would never change my appearance for vanity, but the doctor said it could possibly improve my talent, which would help us all at nationals," Rachel explained carefully, though they all knew she wasn't doing this for her voice.
"Possibly. But what about the risks? Your voice is amazing as it is, Rachel," Mr. Schue stressed.
"Hold up. Can we all just get real here for a second?" Santana cut in. "I hear Rachel's got a bit of a schnoz. I wouldn't know, because, like Medusa, I try to avoid eye contact with her. But can we stop pretending there aren't things we'd change about ourselves?"
"I mean, I'm sure Sam's been to the doctor's office and rifled through pamphlets on mouth reduction," she said, making Sam cross his arms and move his lips inward to hide them. Melanie squeezed his shoulder reassuringly.
"I'll bet Artie's thought about getting his legs removed since he's not really using them anyway," Santana added, and Artie glared at her.
"And I'm definitely sure Tina's looked into getting an eye 'deslanting,'" Santana said with a smirk.
"That's extraordinarily racist," Tina said, offended.
"Keepin' it real," Santana shrugged.
"Sorry, Santana, but I'm a beautiful person. I'm in love with myself, and I would never change a thing," Tina said confidently.
"Is that why you're wearing blue contacts today, Tina?" Mike asked, muttering, "Self-hating Asian."
Tina glared at him. "Not many Asian sex symbols, Mike. I'm just trying to be in fashion and mirror what I see in the magazines."
"My dancing kinda bothers me. It almost killed Rachel. But I like the way I look," Finn chimed in thoughtfully.
Santana rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. You have weird, puffy pyramid nipples. They look like they're filled with custard."
Sam leaned over to look, and Finn slapped his hand away.
"You could dust them with powdered sugar, and they could pass for some sort of dessert," Santana continued while Quinn rested a hand on her boyfriend's shoulder.
"Look, maybe Rachel's fine with having an enormous beak. Maybe she needs it to crack hard seeds. All I'm saying is, if you look in the mirror and don't like what you see, you should change it," Santana shrugged casually.
"Whoa, guys. I'm really shocked at what I'm hearing here," Mr. Schue said, standing up. "It goes against everything the glee club stands for. I'm telling you, the thing you'd most like to change about yourself is the most interesting part of you," he assured them.
"Well, maybe. But at this school, the thing that makes you different is the thing people use to crush your spirit," Mercedes said sadly.
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"You haven't asked us anything about our New York trip," Mercedes said.
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FanfictionYOU DRIVE ME CRAZY | ❝ Everyone else looks right through me but he looks at me and he sees me. ❞ Melanie Park was the new girl she expected to go through high school unseen in the background. That is until she joins the glee club. where she finds no...
