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Here's what you missed on Glee:
Kurt is running for high school class president, but so is Brittany, so they're afraid the Glee Club is going to be divided, but they don't know that Rachel is running, too, which sucks for Finn. The school musical is cast and Rachel got Maria, so Mercedes is pissed. She quit Glee Club to join the other McKinley Glee Club run by Vocal Adrenaline's old coach, but it's all okay because Santana got the role she was born to play as Anita and Brittany is super-psyched, if slightly confused. And that's what you missed on GLEE!
Everyone's either really sad or really happy because of the cast list, and Brittany's dancing through life, as usual. Santana was always going to play Anita (she knows because Santana told her) and now that Brittany knows what's going on, she can't wait to be in the front row cheering her bestie on. Maybe she's more of a Breastie, considering what they do behind closed doors. She'll have to ask Santana.
Her posters line the halls of McKinley, and she thinks they stand out way more than anyone else's. Then again, her campaign platform -- one based on girl power, economical trickle-down, and boobies -- is by far the best. And she's slept with the whole school, so.
A guy passes in a McKinley varsity jacket, and for a second, Brittany's not sure if she left with him, but she remembers, and rounds the corner to the Glee Club classroom with her ponytail swaying behind her happily.
"Mr. Shue, I can't do my homework. I ran out of pink Puffy paint--" She stops. She turns right, then left. She looks at her white shoes in the brown sand, then at the place where the piano used to be, then back down at her shoes. There's a wall to her left, so she steps back behind it and tries to round the corner again. There's still nothing but sand for miles. Through it, Brittany's face stays neutral, like a future president's should. She knew she'd get an LSD-slushie eventually; it was something Karofski had been trying to perfect for some time, and in a way, she was honored (and confused) that she was the first to try it.
"I was hoping for Cherry Acid," she says to no one. Her binder in her arms, she plops down on the sand and calmly waits for someone to help her.
Kurt is running for high school class president, but so is Brittany, so they're afraid the Glee Club is going to be divided, but they don't know that Rachel is running, too, which sucks for Finn. The school musical is cast and Rachel got Maria, so Mercedes is pissed. She quit Glee Club to join the other McKinley Glee Club run by Vocal Adrenaline's old coach, but it's all okay because Santana got the role she was born to play as Anita and Brittany is super-psyched, if slightly confused. And that's what you missed on GLEE!
Everyone's either really sad or really happy because of the cast list, and Brittany's dancing through life, as usual. Santana was always going to play Anita (she knows because Santana told her) and now that Brittany knows what's going on, she can't wait to be in the front row cheering her bestie on. Maybe she's more of a Breastie, considering what they do behind closed doors. She'll have to ask Santana.
Her posters line the halls of McKinley, and she thinks they stand out way more than anyone else's. Then again, her campaign platform -- one based on girl power, economical trickle-down, and boobies -- is by far the best. And she's slept with the whole school, so.
A guy passes in a McKinley varsity jacket, and for a second, Brittany's not sure if she left with him, but she remembers, and rounds the corner to the Glee Club classroom with her ponytail swaying behind her happily.
"Mr. Shue, I can't do my homework. I ran out of pink Puffy paint--" She stops. She turns right, then left. She looks at her white shoes in the brown sand, then at the place where the piano used to be, then back down at her shoes. There's a wall to her left, so she steps back behind it and tries to round the corner again. There's still nothing but sand for miles. Through it, Brittany's face stays neutral, like a future president's should. She knew she'd get an LSD-slushie eventually; it was something Karofski had been trying to perfect for some time, and in a way, she was honored (and confused) that she was the first to try it.
"I was hoping for Cherry Acid," she says to no one. Her binder in her arms, she plops down on the sand and calmly waits for someone to help her.