Something - Quinn Fabray

Chapter 53

"All right, guys, I have one word for you," Mr. Schue said as he entered the choir room on Friday afternoon. He enthusiastically printed out the word LOVE on the whiteboard, surrounding it with a large heart. He turned towards the assembled glee club with a large smile.

"Is it love?" Brittany piped out from her seat next to Artie, not noticing the incredulous looks on everyone else's faces. "Totally gonna graduate now!"

Mr. Schue just shrugged it off and went on. "Valentine's Day is coming up. So, for this week's lesson, I want you guys to pick a partner. Because you're gonna sing to them what you think is the world's greatest love song." He ignored several eye-rolls that were coming in his direction. "Find a song that communicates all the things that love means to you. Now, partner up."

Finn raised his hand. "Mr. Schue? Can I say something?" Mr. Schue nodded and Finn stood and came to the front of the room. "I just wanted to point out that for the first time, the entire glee club has gone a week without getting harassed by any of the jocks." He paused as a few of the other kids applauded a little. "I think the fact that I lead the football team to a win at championships had something to do with it."

Ryan looked at him disbelievingly. "Um, correct me if I'm wrong here, but weren't we all part of that football game?" Mike and Sam nodded, also looking at Finn strangely.

Finn shrugged. "Yeah, but I'm quarterback and team captain. Fact is, I'm the closest thing the glee club has to a celebrity right now. And, just a famous athlete, I wanna give to a charity. You guys. So I'm setting up a kissing booth. For a dollar a smooch. And donating the proceeds to glee club to help us."

The entire glee club stared at him as he spoke. Ryan didn't say anything more, slightly impressed at the sheer audacity or sheer stupidity that was Finn Hudson's thought process. Mercedes scoffed at the tall quarterback. "Don't even act like you're trying to help this glee club out. You just wanna kiss a bunch of girls."

Santana was next. "You know, I've kissed Finn, and can I just say, not worth a buck," she said sassily. Everyone knew she and Finn had slept together last year. Someone let out a snicker at Santana's evaluation. "I would however pay a hundred dollars to jiggle one of his man-boobs."

"Don't you ever get tired of tearing other people down?" Finn frowned at her.

"No, not really," the Latina shrugged.

"Cause you always seem to be meddling in other people's business."

"Oh please," Santana rolled her eyes, looking around at the rest of the glee club. "You guys love me. I keep it real, and I'm hilarious."

"Actually you're just a bitch," Lauren said coolly. Everyone's eyes widened at the antagonistic response, and Mr. Schue started to intervene.

Santana immediately turned in her seat to face the large girl. "Okay, I'm sorry," she sniped. "You've just got eyes for my man."

"First of all, I'm not your man," Puck interjected.

"And Finn is right, all you ever do is insult us," Quinn added irritably. "A few weeks ago you said you were disappointed I didn't have a lizard baby."

Tina continued. "Five minutes ago you said Mr. Schue should be in a twelve-step program."

"Wait, what?" Mr. Schue gave Santana a shocked look.

Santana shrugged again. "You're addicted to vests."

Ryan decided this probably needed to end soon before Santana murdered somebody. "Yes, Santana, maybe you're right and I am destined to star on the Broadway musical biography of RuPaul," he said a touch sarcastically. "But I think should return to the topic of Finn's kissing booth. Don't you find that just a tiny bit arrogant, Finn?"