best: #1 on glee, #1 on #quinnfabray, #2 on diannaagron #3 on #samevans, #4 on #puck
met·a·noi·a
/ˌmedəˈnoiə/
(n.) change in one's way of life resulting from penitence or spiritual conversion.
"what he demanded of people was metanoia, repentance, a...
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"can i ask you guys something private?" rachel mumbles. we're in the choir room, and it's only the girls. "yes, you should move to israel." santana says, and i nod. "it's about dating. 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." she rambles, earning a role of my eyes. "just get to it." i groan. mr. schue enters the room.
"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. it was erotic and romantic. and then he said..." she continues, talking about how jesse told her they 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?" rachel gets more and more specific about her experience, and it's pretty weird.
"would you please stop talking? you're grossing out my baby." quinn says, holding her stomach. "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 says.
"rachel, if he gets upset if you say "no", maybe he's not the one for you. you should do whatever you feel comfortable with. it's your body and your choice." i explain, and santana hits my arm. "ew, don't listen to her. just do what i do. never say "no."" santana argues, and i roll my eyes. "oh, totally. i mean, what's the worst that can happen? sorry, quinn." brittany says absently.
"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 says, and i look down. "we just have to accept that guys don't care about our feelings. like, the other day, i was walking with artie he told me i should wear tighter fitting clothes if i wanted to be with him." tina admits, and i scoff. "you're joking. god, what a jerk! no offence, tina." i say, and she shrugs.
"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?" mr. schuester asks. "you wouldn't understand, mr. schue. you're a guy." quinn answers. "well, then maybe you should talk to someone else about it. like ms. pillsbury." he suggests, but rachel shakes her head. "i tried that." she sighs.
"the fact is is that women still earn 70 cents to every dollar that a man does for doing the same job. that attitude starts in high school." quinn says, and we all nod.
we're preforming a number on silts in cheerios. it's difficult, to say the least. thankfully, i'm not on the silts. we finish and sue yells at us.
"sloppy freak show babies! somewhere in the english countryside, in a stately manor home, Madonna is weeping! hit the showers!" sue yells, and we all walk away. mr. schue and coach sylvester seem to be having a conversation. i know i shouldn't eavesdrop, but i hear mr. schue mention my name.
