METANOIA. glee.

8. "mash-up"

we watch as quinn cleans finn off. today he got slushied for the first time. "the slushie war has commenced." kurt says bleakly. "just when it was about to end." i say. "and if finn and quinn got nailed, none of us are safe." mercedes adds on as mr. schuester walks in. "ok guys, we're a little behind for sectionals because of the sue sylvester detour, but you guys really seem to be enjoying the mash-ups, right? there is a lesson to be learned with doing them. sometimes things are so different, they don't go together, but the difference between them is what makes them great." he hands out the sheet music for "bust a move". the instructions are to find an unexpected mash-up to go with the song.

"bust a move?" kurt reads out loud. "now that is old school." mercedes says happily. most of the guys don't seem too happy about it though. "i am shocked at the lack of leading-man ambition in this room right now!" rachel says. "it's ok rachel, i guess i'm going to have to show these guys how it's done." mr. schue says.

"Bust a Move" preformed by mr. schue and the new directions

"that was so weird, but i kinda loved it." i say as i walk out with quinn. "i never knew mr. schue could do something like that." she says, laughing. we get to my locker and i start grabbing my books for my next class. "so, do you have your eyes on anyone right now?" quinn asks, leaning against the locker beside mine. i've been dreading this since mercedes and kurt made me admit my feelings. since then, they won't leave me alone about it. i can't tell quinn i have feelings for her boyfriend. that's like the number one thing you shouldn't do to your friend. "um nope! definitely not, guys are gross right?" i say and slam my locker.

i'm a terrible liar. "you really expect me to believe that?" she giggles as i fiddle with my hair. "yes and you should believe it!" i say nervously. she probably wants to interrogate me more, but finn stops her by joining us. "ivy, quinn." he says nonchalantly. "finn." i say back. finn and quinn look to each other before turning to me. "sorry ivy, but we have to go. we have something important to do." quinn says cautiously, and they both sneak away before i can say goodbye. weirdos.

"so, any ideas for mash-ups?" mr. schue asks us. no one says anything. he really did not give us an easy song to make a mash-up with. "anybody? oh come on, guys. it's like you're daring me to start dancing." we all start protesting to that comment and he laughs. "i've been working on something." puck says out of no where. we all go silent. "oh yeah?" mr. schue says. "let's hear it!"

"Sweet Caroline" preformed by puck and the new directions

during the whole performance, rachel and puck were looking at each other. i did not know what was a thing. santana looked a bit pissed off since her and puck are kinda a thing. even finn looked confused. "ok what was happening with rachel and puck? that is a weird energy." merecdes whispers to me. "she was like, drooling over him." i whisper back. what is going on this week?

i see finn walking alone, and i run up to him. "finn!" i yell excitedly, but he just sighs. "hey, what's up? and what's up with the sunglasses?" quinn's been wearing them too. he turns to me and i see his face is covered in slush. "it happened again? want me to help you clean it off?" he nods and i follow him to the bathroom. we sit in silence for awhile. "quinn was slushied too." he mumbles. "what? i swear to god i'll find whoever-" he cuts me off. "it was the whole team. there's no use. and coach told me i have to choose between glee or football. he added an extra practice that's the same time as glee." i clench the towel that's in my hand. "you're choosing glee, right?" i say. he looks down. "...finn." i grab his hand. "no matter what, i'm here for you. who cares what the guys on the football team think? you're better then all of them. they'll grow up working at a gas station and you'll be making a difference!" i let go of his hand and finish cleaning him off. "now go find quinn, please?" he waves goodbye and leaves me alone in the bathroom. i feel a pang in my gut as i watch him leave. turning and looking into the mirror, i sigh. "get yourself together marcus." i say assertively in the mirror.

we all come into glee club on thursday anxious. we might lose 4 glee club members if they don't show up. but finn will choose glee club, right?

matt, mike and puck all walk in. we all feel relived. rachel and puck have a cute little moment, and the room is happy again. "where's finn?" artie says. we all look at quinn, but she's just as confused as we are. i walk out the room and run to the football field. part of me knows he is, but i just hope he's not there. there i see him in practice, and my heart sinks. i sit in the bleachers and watch the practice, skipping glee club. how could he pick football over us? during a break he runs up to the bleachers and sits beside me. "i'm sorry vee, i really am." he says quietly. "i get it. it would ruin your reputation to be with your real friends." i say back, looking ahead at the field. "just, please come back." i say as i stand up. "bye finn." i mumble as i walk away.

the next day, i come prepared for a slushie by wearing a raincoat. it seems the others had the same idea because mercedes, tina, artie are all wearing raincoats too. i wave at them quickly and they pull their hoods up jokingly. i chuckle and join kurt and rachel at kurt's locker.

"i just can't believe it. i came into school and all the guys in the team were smiling at me. we're all doomed." i say to kurt. rachel looks ahead of us and frowns. we turn to see finn holding two slushies in his hands. "do it." kurt says. "i really don't want to. honestly, i know how picky you are about what products you use on your face." finn replies nervously. "but you've been getting some much pressure from the guys in the football team." i say. "they're gorillas." kurt corrects me. "i guess they didn't appreciate resigning from the team and choosing the glee club." he adds on. "probably would've went over better if you didn't announce it in the showers. and the guys know how close we are, ivy. they want me to be loyal to them or whatever." finn says. tina, artie and mercedes join our group. "you are not going to slushie my man kurt. or ivy, you touch her you go through me." mercedes says. "why wouldn't he? he made his choice. he doesn't care about us "losers" anymore." rachel says to finn.

"no, that's not true. it's just that if i don't do it, the guys on the team are going to kick the crap outta me." finn says, upset. "well, we can't have that we?" kurt says plainly. he grabs both drinks and hands one to me. "what are you guys doing?" finn seems to be panicking. "taking one for the team." i say as kurt and i look at each other. without a second thought we fling the slushies into our faces. i hear rachel gasp. kurt and i wipe the slush from our eyes. "now get out of here. and take some time to think whether or not any of your friends on the football team would've done that for you." kurt says and finn staggers away. i follow the girls and kurt into the girls bathroom. mercedes is wiping my face, and i can feel a tear coming down. "vee...i'm so sorry. he is such a jerk." she says softly. i sniffle and smile. "it's ok mercedes." i say back.

over the next few days, quinn gets kicked off the cheerios and finn finally comes back to the glee club! he brings us slushies as a treat. "so, what do you think about my welcome back gift to the club?" he says as he hands us the drinks. we happily take them. it's way better to drink them then to be slushied by them. "thanks for the slushies finn, they're delicious." rachel says as i clink my cup with hers. "and loaded with empty calories. you know why they call them slushies, don't you? because your butt looks like one if you have too many of them." kurt says. "gross." i mumble. "i'd like to make a toast to mr. schue. you were right about glee club and football being a killer combination." we all cheers to that.

"oh, brain freeze. i can't imagine getting hit by one of these." mr. schue says and we look at each other. "you've never been hit by a slushie before, mr. schue?" i say curiously as we walk towards him. he looks at us. "ok guys. we're a team. bring it on. give it your best shot." he holds his arms out. "one, two, three!" rachel rings out as we throw our slushies at him. he sighs. "oh. alright, from the top!"