Sophomore Year [glee fanfic, Finn Hudson]

Mash Up

I guess since I was late this morning I missed the drama that was Finn getting hit by a slushee. Quinn was sitting cleaning him off at the drum kit. I'm surprise myself everyday by coming to glee club. It still hurts to see him but singing and dancing are things that I enjoy doing. It's a stress reliever.
"This is a disaster. Our reputation as McKinley High's "it" couple is in serious jeopardy if we don't find some way to be cool again, Finn." Quinn said as she patted the towel on Finn's face.
"The Slushee war has commenced." Artie said.
"And if Finn and Quinn got nailed, none of us are safe." Kurt said.
"I'll be fine" I muttered under my breath, since our very public break up quite a few of the football and hockey players have been hitting on me more than usual so I doubt they'll do anything to me.
"Okay, guys." Mr Shue said as he walked into the choir room. "We're a little behind for sectionals thanks to our Sue Sylvester detour. But you guys seem to really enjoy doing mash-ups, right? And I'm gonna keep you guys fired up. Plus, there's an important lesson to be learned with mash-ups. Sometimes things are so different, they don't feel like they go together. But the big difference between them is what makes them great. Like chocolate and bacon." I gagged at the thought of the combination as Mr Shue handed out sheet music.
"Or Glee Club and football." Finn spoke up.
"Exactly."  Mr Shue agreed. "But you've proven that it is a great combination.
So here is My personal favorite song. And your homework for the week is to find an unexpected mash-up to go with it."
"'Bust a Move'?" I questioned.
"Yeah, this song is old school." Artie said.
"All right." Mr Shue clapped his hands together before wheeling argue over to the band. "Um, Artie. Try to follow along on the bass." He then pointed to Finn at the drum kit. "Finn, take us through it."
"Uh, I'm sorry, Mr. Schuester. I got corn syrup in my eye." Finn said as he winced when Quinn poked him in the eye.
"Okay. Uh, Puck. How about it?"
"I don't really groove on Young MC." Puck defended himself.
"I am shocked at the lack of leading-man ambition in this room right now." Rachel complained.
"It's okay, Rachel. Lynsey you done great with Gold-digger?" Mr Shue said turning to me.
"I'm good thanks, not really in the mood" I said as Matt looked at me.
"I guess I'm gonna have to show these guys how it's done." Mr Shue sighed as he unbuttoned his shirt and threw it over the music stand.
[Cue "Bust A Move"]
This here's a tale for all the fellas
Tryin' to do what those ladies tell us
Get shot down 'cause you're over zealous
Play hard to get, females get jealous

Okay smartie, go to a party
Girls are scantily clad and showin' body
A chick walks by, you wish you could sex her
But you're standin' on the wall like you was Poindexter

Next day's function, high class luncheon
Food is served, and you're stone cold munchin'
Music comes on, people start to dance
But then you ate so much, you nearly split your pants

A girl starts walkin', guys start gawkin'
Sits down next to you and starts talkin'
Said she wanna dance 'cause she likes the groove
So come on, fatso, and just bust a move

Uh, hey, ya, uh, uh, hey, ya
Just bust a move
Uh, hey, uh, ya, uh, hey, ya, uh, uh

You're on a mission and you're wishin'
Someone could cure your lonely condition
Lookin' for love in all the wrong places
No fine girls, just ugly faces

From frustration, first inclination
Is to become a monk and leave the situation
But every dark tunnel has a light of hope
So don't hang yourself with a celibate rope

Your movie's showin', so you're goin'
Could care less about the five you're blowin'
Theater gets dark just to start the show
And then you spot a fine woman sittin' in your row