Tina replays the video of Blaine twerking. I look over and see him rolling his eyes. "Awe, Blaine." I walk over and hug him around his neck. "I'm sorry..." I trail off. "See, at least someone here is being nice to me." Blaine comments. "But I have to see that one more time." I laugh then turn back over to where everyone is crowded around Tina. "Blaine, this is nothing to be embarrassed about." Mr. Shue states. "Yes, it is." Sam cracks up.
"That's a twerk fail gawker nightmare." Blaine points to the phone. "No. This is a revelation." Mr. Shue sits down next to him. "If this is turning into what I think it's turning into, I just want to say that it's physically impossible for me to twerk." Artie puts his hands up. "I beg to differ." Kitty smiles. "Guys, look how you're all riveted by that video. That's the kind of reaction we need for the judges if we're gonna one-up Throat Explosion at Nationals. We need to edge up our America's sweetheart image a bit." Mr. Shue punches his hand.
"I'm Cuban." I raise my hand and everyone smiles at me. "Show the judges that we're not afraid to rebel." Mr. Shue continues. "Mr. Shue, what if some of us don't know how to twerk?" Marley asks. "Have no fear, you twerk-torial is here. Hey, and if you can all dance like Blaine did in that video, we are going to need a bigger trophy case." Mr. Shue claps. Some of us stand up and begin to twerk.
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"Yeah, twerk, twerk!" Somebody yells. "Twerk, twerk! Watch this, Marley." Somebody else tells her. "Rose, that's not twerking." Unique points out. Everyone looks at me. "I'm a Latina, I wind, not twerk." I state and everyone laughs.
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"Okay, listen up. Twerking did start in Atlanta in the club scene, but it is global now. And whether you call it the booty pop or P-pop or the Sissy Bounce, all that you need to do it is... a working booty and the right attitude and education. So we'll start with the basics. Kitty?" Jake points at Kitty. "All right you basic bitches, feet shoulder-width apart. Bend your knees, turns the out, hands on hips, thumbs on the butt." Kitty instructs. She turns around. "And pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it." She turns back around and we all start.
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