"Everybody loves movies," Mr. Schue sighed, turning to face the class after writing on the whiteboard. "They don't just tell stories... they transport us to other worlds. They inspire us, provide comfort, and help us escape from our day-to-day anxieties." His voice softened as he explained, clearly lost in the thought.
"Like getting left at the altar?" Kitty quipped, her tone sharp.
"Shut up, Kitty," Melanie mumbled irritably, not bothering to look at the girl.
"Too soon," Ryder muttered under his breath.
"It's been three weeks," Kitty retorted, leaning back in her chair.
Mr. Schue gave a sad nod, choosing to move past the jab. "Exactly. Or in your guys' case, studying for exams or... worrying about regionals. In any case, for this week's assignment, I want you to pick your favorite songs from your favorite movies."
A wave of excitement rippled through the room, and everyone clapped in approval.
"Unique knows all there is to know about The Crying Game," Unique announced proudly.
"You don't get dibs on Les Mis just because you're the poster," Kitty added with a side-eye toward Marley.
"Shut up, Kitty," Melanie snapped again, this time with a sharp glare.
"Finally, I can do my Nicolas Cage impression," Sam grinned, launching into his best Cage voice. "Oh, not the bees! No! The bees! No!" he yelled, dramatically covering his face with his hands.
Melanie's lips curved into a smile as she watched him, the ridiculousness breaking through her irritation.
"That is the worst Nicolas Cage impression I've ever seen," Kitty grimaced, not missing a beat.
"Shut up, Kitty," Melanie snapped for the third time, her patience clearly wearing thin.
Kitty rolled her eyes, holding up her hands in mock surrender. "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed."
"You would know," Melanie shot back, her glare intensifying.
"Okay, okay," Mr. Schue interjected, trying to steer the group back on track. "It's not that simple, guys. This is a group competition—boys against girls—and we're doing mash-ups. Remember, movies are visual. So, it's not just about the singing... it's about performance, theatricality, and the language of cinema."
"Preach," Artie chimed in, rolling forward. "And as I move into production on my first micro-budget feature—"
"Wow," Marley gasped, genuinely impressed.
"Shut up," Sam blurted out in excited surprise, eyes wide.
"That's amazing," Tina added, smiling brightly.
Artie gave a modest shrug. "I'm happy to offer starring roles to whichever team wins. No trailers, no per diem," he added.
"Okay, well, everyone split up and start working on your song choices," Mr. Schue instructed, clapping his hands together as the group divided into their respective teams.
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"Guys, Brittany and I were just talking..." Blaine began as he and Brittany approached Sam, Melanie, Tina, Marley, and Jake, who were standing near the lockers.
"And we agree that, though we love that it's mash-up week and that it's girls versus boys..." Brittany added.
"It sucks that the guys and the girls can't do a number together. So, we were thinking, just as a warm-up, we should do the guys versus girls in the same number — to kick things off," Blaine suggested.
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You Drive Me Crazy || Sam Evans
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...
