The Quarterback's Bestfriend

Mash-ups & Decisions

I'm talking to Mercedes at her locker and then she suddenly screams, "My weave!", covering her head like she was about to get slushied. But it never came. Then person with the slushie, David Karofsky, kept walking by until finally thrusting the cup into Finn's face.

"What the hell, Karofsky?" Finn screams as he drags his hands across his face to remove some of the sticky slush. 

Again out of my instinctual need to save my friends from everything, I ran over from my place beside Mercedes and pinned Karofsky against the wall, giving him the icy and hate filled look I typically reserve for Puck, feeling him struggle against the strength of my grasp. He looks over my shoulder at Finn and smirks, "Oh, I've wanted to do that ever since fifth grade when Finn made fun of me for getting pubes. Now that you've joined Lullaby Lee's and insperminated the queen of the Chastity Ball and dropped below us hockey dudes on the food chain? It's open season."

My irrational anger-driven side takes over and I slam his exceptionally bigger body into the wall, making him grimace in pain, gritting out through my snarled expression, "Screw you, Karofsky! You and your Neanderthal puck-heads are nothing!" 

Finn, Quinn, and a newly arrived Noah Puckerman wrench me off of him, freeing him at last. He rubs his wrists and the back of his head, smirking at Finn as he walks away. Fuming Finn threatens, "You're gonna pay for this, dude!"

"No, I'm not. You two don't have the juice anymore. Welcome to the new world order," he says without looking over his shoulder, concluding his terrorism for the time being.

Puck still has his hand on my hip as I glare at him, he looks down at me with admiration, "God, that was hot."

I sigh in disgust as he comes onto me, increasing my pace to match Quinn and Finn's. We get to the choir room, Finn sits down at the drum kit to clean himself off and that is when Quinn finally voices her opinion about this morning's events, "Great. This is a disaster. Our reputation as McKinley High's "it" couple is in serious jeopardy if we don't find some way to be cool again, Finn. "

"The Slushie war has commenced," I announce, rolling my eyes at Quinn's misplaced priorities.

 Mercedes nods grimly, "And if Finn and Quinn got nailed, none of us are safe."

On that note Mr. Schue rushes into the room, like any other morning, talking a mile a minute, "Okay, guys. We're a little behind for sectionals thanks to our Sue Sylvester detour. But you guys seem to really enjoy doing mash-ups, right? And I'm gonna keep you guys fired up. Plus, there's an important lesson to be learned with mash-ups. Sometimes things are so different, they don't feel like they go together. But the big difference between them is what makes them great. Like chocolate and bacon. "

"Or Glee Club and football," Finn mutters to himself, loud enough to be heard by Mr. Schuester.

"Exactly. But you've proven that it is a great combination. So here is My personal favorite song. And your homework for the week is to find an unexpected mash-up to go with it."

""Bust a Move"?" Artie questions, reading the sheet music the teacher places in his lap.

Mercedes laughs, "Yeah, this song is old school."

"All right. Um, Artie. Try to follow along on the bass. Finn, take us through it." 

He shakes his head slowly because Quinn has his head in her hands with a towel to clean him off from his Slushie Facial, "Uh, I'm sorry, Mr. Schuester. I got corn syrup in my eye."

"Okay. Uh, Puck. How about it?"

 He scoffs at the suggestion, "I don't really groove on Young MC."