Glee S6 Fanfic-Episode 3 ("Halloween")

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Rachel: Thank you so much for bringing me to Callbacks.

Tina: No problem, Rachel. You need to get out of the house. Have a social life.

Santana: Never thought I would have the words "Rachel" and "social life" in the same sentence. Like ever...

Kurt: Oooh, Blaine. We could do some Rocky Horror. I was amazing when we did it in junior year. I still have the bald cap from when I played Riff Raff.

Blaine: You had me at Rocky Horror...and bald cap.

Announcer: Up next is Tina Cohen-Chang.

Blaine: Break a leg, Tina.

Santana: Oh my God, Blaine. That's horrible.... Oh wait never mind. I forgot. That's theatre talk. Back in Lima Heights, when we said that, it definitely wasn't for good luck. Hell, we didn't even say it. We just did it.

Tina: This song is one of my personal favorites. It's I Put A Spell On You.

("I Put A Spell On You")

Tina: I put a spell on you because you're mine. You better stop the things that you do. I ain't lyin'. No. I ain't lyin'. I just can't stand it babe. The way you're always runnin' around. I just can't stand it. The way you're always putting me down. I put a spell on you because you're mine.

I put a spell on you because you're mine. You better stop the things that you do. I ain't lyin'. No. I ain't lyin'. I just can't stand it babe. The way you're always runnin' around. I just can't stand it. The way you're always putting me down. I put a spell on you because you're mine.

(Audience applauds)

Rachel: Oh my God.

Kurt: I know right. Tina's amazing.

Rachel: Oh, yeah. That too. But as she was singing, an idea popped in my head.

Santana: Leave it to Mrs. Focker to zone out when someone else is singing...

Rachel: Let's throw a Halloween party.

Santana: Ok. This already sounds super lame. With Berry throwing it, it's gonna be like one of those millions of Lifetime movies my mom watches. We're halfway there. We have Rachel as the psychotic killer you meet on social media. And Blaine as the sexy businessman who also raped and murdered 12 women. Kurt as the sassy best friend. Tina as the girl who gets like 3 lines before she meets her sudden and bloody death.

Kurt: What about you, Santana?

Santana: Oh. I'll be the lady who predicted it all. 'Cause I'm always right. My psychic Mexican third eye.

Rachel: It won't be super lame. Wanna know why? I'm leaving all the duties to you and Kurt.

Kurt: Hmmm...I like the sound of this.

Rachel: Just as long as you get rid of that awful color palette.

Kurt: Again, it goes with the season.