Lima Loser.

A few minutes later, we’d had all of our crap put together, and we decided to head back to the music room, where the rest of the Glee club were waiting.

We walked into the room, and every pair of eyes were on us as we moved towards a couple of chairs by the piano.

“Hey,” Mr. Schue greeted us with a nod as we sat on the chairs. “I was just telling the rest of Glee club about how we’re performing at the school dance next week. You guys must’ve heard something about that, right?”

“Yeah, it was the only way I could get Courtney to go to the dance with me,” Puck announced. Everyone glanced over at us, and Rachel gave me a look of disgust.

Mr. Schuester laughed. “Well, I was telling everyone about how we don’t have anything to perform yet, and the dance is only a week away.”

“We’ll find something,” Brittany spoke up.

“Did I mention we only have a week?” Mr. Schue shook his head. “The dance is Monday night.”

“Monday? That’s a little odd for a school dance,” Finn raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, they’re usually on Fridays,” Mike shrugged.

“I know,” Mr. Schue said. “But next Tuesday is a holiday, so it won’t be on a school night.”

Lips turned upwards as soon as that was said. Everyone loves time off of school.

“Anyway, back to the problem,” he snapped us all back to earth. “Any ideas for songs we can do at the dance? We have to do three numbers.”

“Well, can we think about it tonight?” Artie asked. “My brain stops working at three.”

“Yeah, sure,” Mr. Schue agreed. “Your assignment for tonight is to try to find a song that’ll be appropriate,” he glanced at Puck, who smirked, “to play at the dance.”

“Will do,” Rachel smiled. She’d definitely have something by the next day.

“And we’ll report back here tomorrow with any ideas,” he added.

“What about you, Mr. Schuester?” Kurt giggled.

“What about me?”

“Do you have any ideas yet?”

Mr. Schue put on a thinking face for a few seconds, and then smiled. “As a matter of fact, I do.”

He went over to where the CD player was, picked up the case, which held all of his favorite songs, and picked out one in a matter of seconds. He put it into the CD player. “You ready for this?”

We all nodded, excitedly, wondering what exactly this crazy man was up to.

In a moment, the music started playing, and I had to cup my hand over my mouth from yelling out “ARE YOU SERIOUS?”. It was just…too hilarious for words.

Mercedes started freaking out. It was no trouble to tell that this was her jam.

“I’m bringing sexy back.”

I laughed so hard as soon as he started singing because it was just so entertaining to hear Mr. Schuester sing something like that.

Puck chimed in with the “Yeah!” and “Uh huh”.

“Them other boys don’t know how to act.” “Yeah!”
“I think you’re special, what’s behind your back?” “Yeah!”
“So turn around and I’ll pick up the slack.” “Yeah!”

Artie cut in with the “Take ’em to the bridge”.

And then Finn cut in with the bridge.

“Dirty babe.” “(Uh huh)”
“You see the shackles, baby, I’m your slave.” “(Uh huh)”
“I’ll let you whip me if I misbehave.” “(Uh huh)”
“It’s just that no one makes me feel this way.” “(Uh huh)”

Artie: “Take ’em to the chorus.”

Mr. Schue and Finn took turns with the chorus.

Mr. Schue: “Come here girl,”
Finn: “Go ahead, be gone with it.”
“Come to the back.”
“Go ahead, be gone with it.”
“VIP.”
“Go ahead, be gone with it.”
“Drinks on me.”
“Go ahead, be gone with it.”
“Let me see what you're workin’ with.”
“Go ahead, be gone with it.”
“Look at those hips.”
“Go ahead, be gone with it.”
“You make me smile.”
“Go ahead, be gone with it.”
“Go ahead, child.”
“Go ahead, be gone with it.”
“And get your sexy on.”
“Go ahead, be gone with it.”
“Get your sexy on.”
“Go ahead, be gone with it.”
“Get your sexy on.”
“Go ahead, be gone with it.”
“Get your sexy on.”
“Go ahead, be gone with it.”
“Get your sexy on.”
“Go ahead, be gone with it.”
“Get your sexy on.”
“Go ahead, be gone with it.”
“Get your sexy on.”
“Go ahead, be gone with it.”
“Get your sexy on.”

And it was Will’s solo again.

“I’m bringin’ sexy back.” “Yeah!”
“Them other … don’t know how to act.” “Yeah!”
“Come let me make up for the things you lack.” “Yeah!”
“’Cause you’re burnin’ up, I gotta get it fast.” “Yeah!”

Artie: “Take ’em to the bridge.”

Finn: “Dirty babe.” “(Uh huh)”
“You see the shackles, baby, I’m your slave.” “(Uh huh)”
“I’ll let you whip me if I misbehave.” “(Uh huh)”
“It’s just that no one makes me feel this way.” “(Uh huh)”

Mr. Schue: “Come here girl,”
Finn: “Go ahead, be gone with it.”
“Come to the back.”
“Go ahead, be gone with it.”
“VIP.”
“Go ahead, be gone with it.”
“Drinks on me.”
“Go ahead, be gone with it.”
“Let me see what you're workin’ with.”
“Go ahead, be gone with it.”
“Look at those hips.”
“Go ahead, be gone with it.”
“You make me smile.”
“Go ahead, be gone with it.”
“Go ahead, child.”
“Go ahead, be gone with it.”
“And get your sexy on.”
“Go ahead, be gone with it.”
“Get your sexy on.”
“Go ahead, be gone with it.”
“Get your sexy on.”
“Go ahead, be gone with it.”
“Get your sexy on.”
“Go ahead, be gone with it.”
“Get your sexy on.”
“Go ahead, be gone with it.”
“Get your sexy on.”
“Go ahead, be gone with it.”
“Get your sexy on.”
“Go ahead, be gone with it.”
“Get your sexy on.”

Mercedes:
“You ready?
You ready?
You ready?”

Mr. Schue: “I’m bringin’ sexy back.” “Yeah!”
“The mother … watch how I attack.” “Yeah!”
“If that’s your girl, better watch your back.” “Yeah!”
“’Cause she’ll burn it up for me, and that’s a fact.” “Yeah!”

Artie: “Take ’em to the chorus.”

Mr. Schue: “Come here girl,”
Finn: “Go ahead, be gone with it.”
“Come to the back.”
“Go ahead, be gone with it.”
“VIP.”
“Go ahead, be gone with it.”
“Drinks on me.”
“Go ahead, be gone with it.”
“Let me see what you're workin’ with.”
“Go ahead, be gone with it.”
“Look at those hips.”
“Go ahead, be gone with it.”
“You make me smile.”
“Go ahead, be gone with it.”
“Go ahead, child.”
“Go ahead, be gone with it.”
“And get your sexy on.”
“Go ahead, be gone with it.”
“Get your sexy on.”
“Go ahead, be gone with it.”
“Get your sexy on.”
“Go ahead, be gone with it.”
“Get your sexy on.”
“Go ahead, be gone with it.”
“Get your sexy on.”
“Go ahead, be gone with it.”
“Get your sexy on.”
“Go ahead, be gone with it.”
“Get your sexy on.”
“Go ahead, be gone with it.”
“Get your sexy on.”

Mercedes:
“You ready?
You ready?
You ready?
You ready?”

The song ended, and while the girls were getting high off of Mr. Schue’s charm, the guys just laughed a little.

A redheaded woman walked in. I’d seen her around a few times with Mr. Schuester and I’d guessed that they were good friends. She was so cute with her short flippy hair and big brown Bambi eyes. Not to mention her adorable colourful wardrobe. I didn’t know what class she taught. All I knew was that she didn’t teach any of mine.

She walked up to Mr. Schue with a big smile on her face. “That was uh…that was great!”

“Thanks,” Mr. Schuester blushed. They were totally in love, and there was no way to avoid that statement.

“Uh, I…uh, I need to talk to Brittany for a few minutes.” The woman seemed to have a bit of trouble getting her words out.

Brittany gave her a stupid look. “The bird’s out of my locker...”

“No, no, dear. That’s not what I want to see you about,” the woman gave her a warm smile.

Brittany got up and followed her out the door.

“Who’s that?” I whispered to Puck.

“Miss Pillsberry,” he replied. “She’s the guidance counsellor, and she’s almost as annoying as Rachel.”

I laughed. So, I guess I was wrong after all about her being a teacher. She was just Brittany’s shrink.