Sophomore Year [glee fanfic, Finn Hudson]

The Power Of Madonna

The Cheerios and I were assembled on the bleachers in the gym as Coach Sylvester was pacing in front of us before stopping to point at Santana.

"Santana." She said breaking the silence. "What does your bracelet say?"

The Latina raiser her wrist showing the bracelet to the group of girls before answering. "W.W.M.D." She said proudly.

""What would Madonna do?" Well, the answer to that question is usually: Date a younger man. So, let's see some arm candy, girls." Coach Sylvester said. Wait, are we all to get hitched now? "Sorry, freshmen. You're going to have to start trolling the middle schools. And you know why? 'Cause if you want to be as riveting a performer as Madonna - a skill that will nab us Nationals this year - you're going to have to start thinking like her, acting like her. Also, Ã la Madonna, I will no longer acknowledge that any of you have last names." She continued before pointing to Becky. "Becky Jackson. From now on, you're just Becky."

Becky clapped enthusiastically as this for some reason.

"You know, it's like Madonna once said, "I'm tough, I'm ambitious, and I know what I want. If that makes me a bitch, okay." I'm pretty sure she stole that line from one Sue Sylvester." Coach said and we all looked at each other in disbelief. "No, really, she stole it from me. I said it first. Palladium. '87."

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I sat in the choir room in between periods with all the girls. I noticed Quinn drawing an unflattering sketch of Rachel, complete with the word 'LOSER' across the top of the page. I found it difficult to hold my laughter in.

"Can I ask you guys something private?" Rachel said interrupting my conversation with Santana and Brittany while making her way to the front of the room.

"Yes, you should move to Israel." I answered.

"It's about dating." She began and then realised what she was saying. "Not that I'm dating anyone. We all know that Finn and I are no longer an item, and for the sake of the team, I broke up with Jesse. But let's just say I was dating someone."

I sighed at the thought of this long pointless story as Mr Shue walked into the room not wanting to interrupt.

"Let's just say, hypothetically, we went to a Wiggles concert last Friday night, and then because my dads weren't home, we went up to my room and started making out." She continued and I looked at Brittany as we both contained our laughter. "It was erotic and romantic. And then he said we should do it. What if then he got really crabby and left, and didn't even take home the Care Bear I won him playing Skee Ball?"

"Would you please stop talking? " Quinn interrupted her. "You're grossing out my baby"

"I just want to be ready; I know I'm getting older, and these things are going to happen someday, but how do I stop a guy from getting mad at me for saying "no"?" Rachel questioned the group.

"Just do what I do. Never say "no."" Santana gave the wide eyed girl some unhelpful advice.

"Oh, totally. I mean, what's the worst that can happen? Sorry, Quinn." Brittany backed up her friend and then realised what she had said.

"Look, girl, don't ask me. The last guy I liked was the mayor of gaytown. And I can't wait to get a guy mad at me for saying "no."" Mercedes stated.

"We just have to accept that guys don't care about our feelings. Like, the other day, I was walking with Artie and he told me to change my look" Tina stated an upsetting fact.

"That's got to sting." I said as I noticed Mr Shue making his way over.

"Hey, guys. I'm sorry to interrupt your little sorority, but I couldn't help but overhearing. Are you really having that much boy trouble?" He questioned.