Glee s04e02 Episode Script

So here's what you missed on Glee: Rachel's in New York, and her new friend Brody is way hot, but Finn's still M.
I.
A, and her dance teacher Cassandra totally hates her guts.
Thank God Kurt showed up, so now they can be classic New York roommates and shop for shoes and stuff.
There's a new girl in Glee Club named Marley, and she could be the next big thing.
So could this kid Jake, and it turns out he's Puck's half brother and Puck totally doesn't know about him.
And that's what you missed on Glee.
My name is Brittany S.
Pierce, and I finally know how Jesus feels in his house way up at the North Pole, because I am on top of the world.
Senior year was awesome, and now I get to relive every minute of it.
I'm head Cheerio!, vice-Rachel of the glee club, and now I'm planning a Middle East style sham election that will install me as senior class president for life.
Brittany, who are you talking to? I thought I was doing a voice-over.
Okay.
It was kind of a rough summer.
I really miss Santana, but for now, all I have to say is It's Brittany, bitch.
Hey Over there Please forgive me If I'm coming on too strong Hate to stare But you're winning And they're playing my favorite song So, come here A little closer Wanna whisper in your ear Make it clear Little question Wanna know Just how you feel If I said my heart Was beating loud If we could escape the crowd somehow If I said I want your body now Would you hold it against me? 'Cause you feel Like paradise And I need a vacation tonight So if I said I want your body now Would you hold it against me? If I said I want your body Would you hold it against me? Give me something good Don't want to wait, I want it now N-N-Now, now Pop it like a hood And show me how you work it out If I said my heart was beating loud If I said I want your body now Would you hold it against me? If I said my heart was beating loud Would you hold it against me? Well, that was just garbage.
Garbage wrapped in skin.
Brittany, my office now! Brittany, I'm afraid it's time for a little tough love.
I hold in my hand the most recent algebra test of one Becky Jackson.
Our plucky little Ewok waddled her way to a respectable C-plus.
Now, your performance, very same exam, unearthed the hitherto undiscovered grade F-minus.
You answered every question with "see other side," where you composed an elaborate crayon-scape entitled "Happyville.
" "The town where math was never invented.
" Yeah, that's me, and that's Santana, and that's Kurt and Rachel in Heaven.
- And, look, that's you.
- Brittany, You're a terrible role model for the Cheerios! Last year, I was lost in a haze of pregnancy hormones, and I allowed your record breaking GPA to slide.
The Cheerios! Grade point average has dropped three full points.
My girls no longer see academic achievement as a worthy goal, and yesterday I caught one of them trying to marry a squirrel.
That's 'cause I believe in marriage equality - for all land mammals.
- Brittany, You're off the Cheerios! I'm giving the top spot to Kitty.
I'm afraid you're going to have to lose the high pony.
Tough love feels a lot like "mean.
" Britt, I'm so sorry Sue was so mean to you.
I wish I was there to make it all better.
Yeah, me too.
Do you think we could scissor-Skype later? I've got cheer practice every night till midnight, until homecoming.
Look, I love you, Britt, but I'm so late.
I got to go, okay? - I'll text you if we get a break.
- Okay.
Have fun.
- Okay, bye.
- Bye.
I'm not speaking to you.
I know you joined a gang.
The tango.
You have to have it in your arsenal, people.
The first thing you need to understand is it's all about sex.
When you are dancing the tango with someone, you're seducing them.
Partner up.
We're gonna start with abrazo, the embrace.
Not you, Schwimmer.
Keep practicing those jazz hands back in the corner.
Wait but I Ms.
July I'm sorry, um if I'm ever gonna play Evita, I'm gonna have to learn how to tango.
We're short a boy, so a girl needs to sit out.
And you don't have enough sex appeal to pull off a credible tango.
You're awkward and tentative in your body, and you move like you're ashamed of it.
Arms up! Ready? Five, six, seven, eight.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
Sorry I'm late.
Someone stole my compass.
I can't wear my Cheerios! uniform anymore, so I got this outfit in the lost and found.
Take a seat, Britt.
Am I getting kicked off the glee club, too? Of course not.
- We're just really concerned about you.
- Yeah.
Um Brittany, you know you've had some setbacks lately, and, um, it looks like you might be feeling a little bit blue.
That's okay.
I started taking Lord Tubbington's pills for feline depression.
Brittany, I-I think you and Emma should meet daily for a while.
I think you've underestimated the impact - being held back has had on you.
- Well, thanks, But I don't really have any time.
After school, I'm hopping into bed, eating cashews and bacon, and then watching The Client List marathon.
And with that, I said good-bye, and swooped out the doorway, my voice-over continuing down the hallway.
Okay, what was that? You know, everything's been taken away from her.
She doesn't have anything to hold onto.
Clearly, she's lost her identity.
We need to bring Brittany back.
Great news, guys.
Principal Figgins has asked us to perform at the annual back-to-school pep rally this week.
Now, I understand our National Champion street cred has dropped a little bit since school started, but this is our chance to really wow them and get it back.
- What are we gonna perform? - Good question.
We're a family in here, and when one of our family is falling down, it's up to us to get together to pick them back up.
Oh, my God.
Are we doing Britney Week again? You really came into your own during the last Britney Week.
You showed us the best of Britney.
Youth, energy, confidence.
She inspires you, and you inspire us.
So everyone prepare a Britney song for the week, and we're gonna pick one to do for the pep rally.
And I've asked Blaine and Artie to give us a little taste of what we're looking for.
This one's for you, Brittany.
You don't understand I'm so glad we're at the same place at the same time It's over now, I spotted you dancin' You made all the boys stare - Those lips and your brown eyes - Ooh And the sexy hair I should shake my thang Make the world want you Tell your girls you'll be back I want to see what you can do What would it take For you to just leave with me? Not trying to sound conceited Me and you were meant to be You're a sexy girl I'm a nice guy Let's turn this dance floor Into our own little nasty world If I was your boyfriend Sometimes a girl just needs one Keep you on my arm, girl To love her and to hold I can be a gentleman And when a girl is with one If I was your boyfriend Then she's in control If I was your boyfriend So give me a chance 'Cause you're all I need, girl Spend a week with your boy I'll be calling you my girlfriend - If I was your man - If I was your man I'd never leave you, girl I just want to love and treat you right - If I was your boyfriend - Na na na Na na na Yeah, if I was your boyfriend Na na na, na na na Na na Hey Na na na, na na na Girls If I was your boyfriend Can't live with 'em Can't live without 'em.
So, Britt, what'd you think? I'm once again inspired by the awesomeness of Britney.
Thanks, Mr.
Shue.
This place is enormous! God, for 1,800 bucks a month, we could get a shoebox in Manhattan or this hangar in Bushwick.
Yeah, but what's the crime rate like in this neighborhood? It looks a little shady.
Ah, it's better than Detroit and Damascus.
So what do you think? Should we take it? Are you crazy? Living here with you instead of those dorms? It's heaven! Oh, New York Domino's is so much better than Lima Domino's.
It's the water.
So have you heard from Finn at all? Not since you asked me yesterday.
He's just giving you your space.
- I know.
- You want to feel nostalgic? - Mmm.
- Blaine said they're doing Britney Spears again in Glee Club.
Oh, my God.
It feels like such a long time ago since we've been in the choir room.
We are living in the future, Rachel.
- Speaking of which, my plan.
- Okay.
I'm gonna re-audition for second semester in NYADA.
- Good.
- In the meantime, I've applied for a job at the only place I feel will truly appreciate my sense of style and Vogue.
com.
- Perfect.
- I know it sounds crazy, But in a way I'm almost glad I didn't make it my first try.
You know, I've really learned a lot about myself over the last couple months.
I feel like I have a-a newfound resilience and focus.
I could really use some of that right now.
My dance teacher, she just won't let up on me.
The other day, she told me I wasn't sexy enough.
Maybe you shouldn't wear a bra to your next class.
And take all of the attention away from the Ms.
Cassie July? She'd flip.
I can't stand her.
Cassie July is your dance teacher? As in, the Cassie July, aka Crazy July, aka the biggest train wreck in Broadway history? - What? - You don't know her story? Cassie July was the "It" girl ten years ago.
She scored the coveted role of temptress Lola in a high-profile revival of Damn Yankees.
Then, during the first preview of the out-of-town tryout, Stop stop.
Stop the music! Whose cell phone is that? I'm not going on until this rude person leaves.
This performance is over until you leave! All right.
Come here, old man.
You want it? You want your phone? Yeah! No wonder she's always just so angry.
You can't give in to her.
Not ever.
You have to keep fighting.
If she wants sexy, give her sexy.
So, here's the deal.
We're both new girls here, - and new girls need to stick together.
- Cool.
Boys.
Who've you got your eye on? Jake's kind of cute.
Oh, honey, no.
Bad seed.
Come on.
He's an artist.
You mean pick-up artist.
Marley, everywhere you go in this school, you see wreckage of girls' hearts who thought the same thing as you.
And he's only been in this school for two weeks! He's even been known to troll the girls' gym class.
Uh-uh.
Let me be clear: he's a womanizer.
Superstar, where you from? How's it going? I know you got a clue what you're doing You can play brand-new to all the other chicks out here But I know what you are What you are Baby Look at you Gettin' more than just a re-up Baby, you got all the puppets with their strings up Faking like a good one, but I call 'em like I see 'em I know what you are, what you are, baby Womanizer, woman, womanizer, you're a womanizer Oh, womanizer, Oh, you're a womanizer, baby You, you, you are, You, you, you are - Womanizer, womanizer, womanizer - Womanizer Boy, don't try to front I-I know just-just what you are-are-are Boy, don't try to front I-I know just-just what you are-are-are - You - You got me going - You - You're oh so charming - You - But I can't do it - You - You Womanizer Boy, don't try to front - I-I know just-just what you are-are-are - I know who you are Boy, don't try to front I-I know just-just what you are-are-are - You - You say I'm crazy - You - I got your crazy - You you - You're nothing but a womanizer Maybe if we both lived in a different world - Womanizer, womanizer, womanizer - No It would be all good and maybe I could be your girl But I can't, 'cause we don't, you! Womanizer, woman-womanizer, you're a womanizer Oh, womanizer, oh, you're a womanizer, baby You, you-you are, you, you-you are Womanizer, womanizer, womanizer Womanizer Boy, don't try to front I-I know just-just what you are are-are Boy, don't try to front Don't you try - You got me going, you're oh so charming - Yeah! - But I can't do it - You! You womanizer Boy, don't try to front I know just what you are-are - I know just what you are-are - You are - You say I'm crazy - You - I got your crazy - You You're nothing but a womanizer Yeah.
We should hang out sometime.
Yeah.
Yeah, sure.
Girl uh-uh.
Hey, Brody! - Hey! - Hey, Rachel.
Hey, I miss seeing you in the showers.
I kind of need to ask you a favor.
Okay.
So, Cassie said that I, uh, wasn't sexy.
You're crazy sexy.
No, I'm not, but I'd really love it if you would dance with me.
'Cause there aren't enough, you know, guys in my class.
Cassie doesn't allow upperclassmen to perform in her class.
She would have a fit.
Got it.
Got it.
Sorry.
Which is why it would be so much fun to do it.
One, two, three, not only you and me, got 180 degrees And I'm caught in between Countin' one, two, three, Peter, Paul and Mary Getting down with 3P, everybody loves counting Everybody loves counting Three is a charm, two is not the same I don't see the harm, so are you game? Let's make a team, make 'em say my name Love in the extreme Now are you game? Are you in? Living in sin is the new thing Are you in? I am counting One, two, three, not only you and me Got 180 degrees, and I'm caught in between Counting one, two, three, Peter, Paul and Mary Getting down with 3P Everybody loves counting What we do is innocent Just for fun and nothing meant If you don't like the company Let's just do it, you and me Or three Or four On the floor On the floor, on the floor - On the floor - On the floor One, two, three not only you and me Got 180 degrees, and I'm caught in between Counting one, two, three Peter, Paul and Mary Getting down with 3P Everybody loves counting, one, two, three Peter, Paul and Mary, getting down with 3P Everybody loves counting Brittany, what are you doing?! Coach Sylvester's taken away my high pony.
If I can't have my high pony, I don't want any hair at all.
No! Brittany S.
Pierce, what do you say to reports you've gone off the rails? Leave me alone, JBI! What's going on in your head right now? Leave me alone, JBI! What are you thinking? There's no comment! Leave me alone! I'm getting this.
Should we do something? No, he deserves it.
About Brittany's downward spiral, I think the whole singing-at-her thing isn't really helping.
Probably what she misses most about Cheerios! is being in the spotlight.
We should give her that.
- Leave her alone! - Leave Brittany alone! Whoa-whoa-whoa! No scootering in the hallway.
And Mr.
McCarthy's physiology class is the other direction.
I'm protesting that class on religious grounds.
They make you dissect a pig, and I'm kosher.
What about English and algebra and gym? I looked at your file.
Seems like you're not attending them, either.
Why are you on my back? I'm not one of your students.
I'm not in Glee Club.
And that was my mistake.
No, thanks.
I'm not looking to change.
Your brother was a train wreck, worse than you.
But even at his worst, he had a community.
He had friends.
I don't need friends.
- I almost didn't come.
- The other girls told me I was crazy for even bothering.
You really think they're right? I think you're a guy who got hurt.
And I think the hair and the guitar and the jacket are all walls for that.
You think too much.
At all my other schools, I was picked on.
I tried so hard to be what I thought they wanted me to be.
Just made it worse.
For the first time at this school, I feel like I can just be.
Glee Club is so lame.
What does Shyster have you guys singing? It's Britney Spears week.
Yeah, see, I prefer music that uses actual instruments.
Well, you haven't heard my version yet.
What song is it? I know I do.
Baby, I'm so into you You got that something, what can I do? Baby, you spin me around The earth is moving, but I can't feel the ground Oh, that kind of lovin' Turns a man to a slave Oh, that kind of lovin' Sends a man right to his grave You know I'm crazy, crazy Crazy for you, baby Crazy, crazy Crazy for you, baby Tell me you're so into me That I'm the only one you will see, yeah Tell me I'm not in the blue Oh-oh That I'm not wastin' my feelings on you Every time I look at you My heart is jumping, what can I do? You drive me crazy - Crazy - I just can't sleep Crazy, I'm in too deep You know I'm crazy - Crazy - But it feels all right Baby, thinking of you keeps me up all night You know I'm crazy, crazy Crazy for you, baby Crazy, crazy Crazy for you, baby.
You okay? Yeah, just got cold up here.
Here.
Kiki, why is everybody in the glee club staring at me? Because those fools are jealous.
Who's Kiki? Kiki is Siri's super smart older cousin who's really jealous of how famous Siri's gotten.
She lives inside this super cheap phone I found at the Laundromat.
What size coffee is that? Kiki, what size coffee am I drinking? You're drinking a settanta; Thank you, Kiki.
You're the only one that I can trust now that Santana's too busy for me.
Brittany, we're worried about you.
We know how hard it must have felt to get kicked off the Cheerios! We want to help you get back on your feet and start performing again.
You should be the lead performer at the pep assembly on Friday.
That's great, but there's only one problem.
I have to lip-sync.
We don't lip-sync in Glee.
Well, my voice is too weak to sing live.
I've been up every night this week yelling at the shrubs in my yard that have been making fun of me.
This sounds like a terrible idea.
We'll record the song in advance.
I'll choreograph an amazing routine without having to worry about anybody running out of breath, and Mr.
Schuester will never know the difference.
Lots of performers do this now.
Kristen Stewart, James Earl Jones.
Kiki, is it a good idea for me to lip-sync at the pep assembly? It's not a good idea.
It's a great idea.
Can I get you another settanta? You're late.
And dressed like a Walgreen's underwear model.
What are you doing here, Brody? I asked Brody to come in and help me with a little routine.
And you just love helping people, don't you? Especially the ingénues.
And the reason why I'm dressed all Bob Fosse-chic is because I wanted to show you that I do have what it takes to be sexy.
Sexy enough to play Evita, Roxie and Charity.
Show me what you've prepared.
Some of the dancers are gonna help out, as well.
Lights.
I think I did it again I made you believe We're more than just friends Oh, baby, it might seem like a crush But it doesn't mean that I'm serious 'Cause to lose all my senses That is just so typically me Oh, baby, baby You see, my problem is this I'm dreaming away Wishing that heroes, they truly exist I cry, watching the days Can't you see I'm a fool In so many ways Oops, I did it again I played with your heart Got lost in the game Oh, baby, baby Oops, you think I'm in love That I'm sent from above I'm not that innocent Oops, I did it again to your heart Got lost in this game, oh, baby Oops, you think that I'm sent from above I'm not that innocent Oops, I did it again I played with your heart Got lost in the game Oh, baby, baby Oops, you think I'm in love That I'm sent from above I'm not that innocent.
So what do you think, Ms.
July? Am I ready to learn the tango? Look, you can memorize a routine; so what? Rachel was incredible.
You were incredible; she was okay.
And that song? Garbage.
Whose idea was that? You want truth? Fine.
Maria von Trapp, Willy Loman, Shrek.
Those are the roles that are appropriate for your level of sex appeal.
You're just jealous of me.
Of all of us.
- Rachel, don't.
- No, because we have Our entire careers ahead of us and yours ended before it even began.
We're the future, and you're just some YouTube joke.
You're done.
Get out of my class.
Get out of my class! Out! Is that all I get, Jumbo? Why so stingy? They must let you eat all those leftovers, huh? Quit it.
That's my mom.
Whoa! You came out of that? Were you an only child or do you have a twin who's still in there? Dude, imagine the size of her dumps.
Enough.
Say you're sorry, to both of them.
You know what? Screw it.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Come on, tough guy! You're coming with me.
In.
This is garbage.
Those guys suck and I'm the one being dragged to see Figgins? I'm not taking you to see Figgins.
He's taking you to see me.
Jake Puckerman, I'd like to introduce you to your brother, Noah.
I'll leave you two alone.
You look more like Dad than I do.
He never told me about you when I was a kid, but I do remember my mom and dad arguing about a baby and some slut waitress.
That would be my mom.
Schuester called you to come and straighten me out.
You're wasting your time; I'm fine.
And you are not my brother.
You think you're a badass? Nailing a bunch of chicks, beating up some punks in the cafeteria? I'm the original badass.
I had my first threesome at seven, and once, I beat up a police horse.
So what, are you gonna kick my ass if I don't get myself together? I know what it feels like to be scared that you're not important or smart or worth anything.
We had the same dad, bro.
I know what it feels like to spend all day trying to prove something to someone who's never going to give two craps about you.
I rode my motorcycle, I played my axe, I banged every chick in this place twice, and you know what, none of it made me a man.
What made me a man was sitting here in this room, singing songs I hated next to the biggest collection of losers you've ever seen.
Them and Mr.
Shue made me a man.
And if you come in here, it'll make you one, too.
Think about it for a couple days.
I got to get back to L.
A.
I got a date with the chick who was third runner-up on The Bachelor.
One thing.
Whether you join Glee Club or not, you're my brother.
Quiet, please, children.
Shh.
Welcome, children, to McKinley High's annual fall assembly, where we gather to celebrate teen pep.
Before we begin, a few announcements.
First and foremost, I wish to address the rumor that I like to be milked like a cow because my breasts are filled with delicious, wholesome milk.
That rumor is untrue.
And now, without further ado, it's time for a performance of music to be enjoyed by all.
Brittany, shouldn't you be stretching or warming up or something? Do you need a baby wipe? You have Cheeto hands and Cheeto mouth.
I'm fine, thank you.
It is my honor to introduce McKinley High's New Directions! It's Britney, bitch.
I see you And I just wanna dance with you Every time they turn the lights down Just wanna go that extra mile for you You got my display of affection Feels like no one else in the room but you We can get down like there's no one around We keep on rocking, we keep on rocking Oh, are you? Cameras are flashing while we're dirty dancing They keep watching, they keep watching Feels like the crowd is saying Gimme, gimme more, gimme more Gimme, gimme more Gimme, gimme more, gimme more Gimme, gimme more Gimme, gimme more, gimme more Gimme, gimme more Gimme, gimme more, gimme more They're lip-syncing! J'accuse! I just can't Control myself They want more? Well, I'll give them more.
In the 58-year history of the William McKinley High School Glee Club, there has never been such a debacle! We do not lip-sync ever! We're sorry, Mr.
Shue.
We were just trying to help Brittany out Lip-syncing is the equivalent of blood doping in professional sports! Every gain we've made in the last three years has been wiped out.
And I'm not just talking about our reputation here at McKinley.
If the National Show Choir Board of Review gets wind of this, we could be barred from competing.
What do you have to say for yourself, Brittany? To quote the legend herself, "If I met me, I would say a quick hello and then think I was a really nice girl.
" And I resign from Glee Club, effective immediately.
I'm working.
I just wanted to say that I'm sorry.
All those things that I said to you, they were completely wrong and-and out of line.
I felt like you were picking on me for no reason.
Stop talking.
Look you lost it and you lashed out, same as I did ten years ago.
Except, all it took for you to snap was a little honest feedback in excuse me dance class.
And you expect to make it on Broadway? Where all there is is scrutiny and judgment? - I'm really sorry - And what if someone taped Your little outburst and then posted it on the Internet? You'd never get cast.
You have one chance.
You screw it up, you're done.
You're that crazy actress.
And why would anybody want to work with you? Because you're good.
I was great.
But it doesn't make a difference, because I wasn't ready for the pressure.
Believe me, it's a whole lot more vicious out there than it is in here.
That's why I pick on my students.
I want them to be ready.
Well, I-I know that I'm not there yet.
Not even close.
And if I had my choice, I wouldn't let you back in my class.
I don't believe in second chances.
I know they don't exist.
Unfortunately for me, school policy says you get a warning.
So So you're in, and on probation and dance belt duty.
Hand-washed, all of them.
You're dismissed, Schwimmer.
Don't forget the hamper on your way out.
Four, five, six, seven I got your note to come meet you here.
Thanks for drawing the map.
Yeah, I always keep it in my pocket in case someone steals my compass.
Look, I know what you're up to.
The lip-syncing, beating up Jacob Ben Israel.
You're intentionally hitting rock bottom.
So I can make a glorious comeback, just like Britney.
I mean, look at her.
She got paid $14 million to be on X Factor.
She looks great.
She has an amazing perfume you can smell from miles away.
No matter what happened to her, she just came back stronger.
Right.
Consider this the last stop on the Train Wreck Express an intervention.
Thank you.
I'm so ready to come back.
I'm just so sad that everybody's so mad at me.
I just think they didn't understand what you were up to.
Yeah.
But you did.
I think we just think the same.
Yeah, it's probably because we're both blonde.
You okay? You still seem kind of bummed.
I don't know.
Santana would have understood.
And then she would have used mean words against anyone who got down on me.
You miss her, huh? I just miss, like, the little things, like her laugh and the smell of her armpits.
Yes, we had interesting lady sex, but she was also my best friend.
Well, now you have a new friend, and he's blond.
I'm talking about me.
Now you just got to figure out a way to get back on the Cheerios! It's all part of the comeback.
I am here to inform you of your legal requirement to restore my high pony and put me back on the Cheerios! I beg your pardon? I studied the McKinley High Student Council Charter, and it says that the senior class president continues his term until he or she graduates, which I never graduated, so, technically, I'm still president.
I drafted an executive order demanding that Brittany S.
Pierce be reinstated as a member in good standing of the McKinley High Cheerios! Brittany, take a seat.
This is clearly the plan of an idiot.
But a plan nonetheless, and one that required the barest modicum of human logic which, frankly, I thought was beyond you.
If you want to be back on the Cheerios!, I want you to graduate by the end of the year.
And that means you're going to have to turn - those grades around.
- I'm already working on that.
Mr.
Schuester eventually realized that my lip-syncing was a cry for help and wanted to step up and take action.
He and Miss Pillsbury are spending one afternoon a week tutoring me.
Barack Obama.
Yes.
Glenn Close.
Oh, good effort, Britt.
Baby steps.
I got a C-minus on my U.
S.
History exam, which the teacher bumped up two whole letter grades because I wrote in English instead of my secret language I invented in middle school.
Brittany, welcome back.
Meep-zorp flurm-gloob.
What do you think? Am I being too obvious? He hasn't called you because he loves you, not because he's forgotten about you.
Your freedom is a gift he's given you accept it.
I know.
It's just so much freedom all at once that it's starting to feel like severe loneliness.
The only cure to loneliness is cake.
- Cake.
- There's a great Italian bakery down the street.
You don't mind going out at night? Oh, no, it's cool.
I guess if I just, you know, walk around like a crazy person yelling at things and twitching, people will keep their distance.
Well, hello there, kind sir.
Hey.
Uh, I'm Brody.
I'm Kurt.
Hi.
I was just going to go get some cake.
Uh I'll leave you two alone.
Wow.
This is huge.
Too bad it took me 45 minutes on the train to get here.
I've lived here for three years, and I didn't even know there was a "J" train.
Wait, you took the train for 45 minutes just to come and see me? Yep.
Sandwiched between some guy who said he was Jesus and two German tourists who were very lost.
But I came here to give you this orchid.
Apparently, it's good luck in a new place.
And they're kind of sexy for a plant.
Thank you.
Oh, and I, uh I wanted to tell you something that didn't feel appropriate over text.
What? That I I really liked dancing with you.
And I think that you I think that you're really sexy.
And Oh I can't.
I think you are amazing and-and-and very, very, very sexy.
I just You're still in love with your boyfriend.
Here's the thing I I will respect your boundaries, but just know that when we're together, whatever we're talking about, whatever we're doing, I'm thinking of kissing you.
Enjoy the orchid.
Uh, you think I could sit next to you in Glee Club? I don't know anybody else.
So you're going to join? I didn't realize I had that powerful of an effect on you.
It wasn't you.
Well, it-it helped.
I just I don't know.
I get these feelings sometimes to punch someone or steal a cop car or kiss someone, and I hear Glee Club might help them go away.
Even though it totally sucks balls.
I promise, it's not that bad.
Just stick with me, and I'll help you get through it.
It's nice to have a friend looking out for me.
Well, I owe you for what you did for my mom.
Oh, I just realized I'm still wearing your jacket.
Looks pretty good on you.
I bet it looks better on me.
We're dating now.
Didn't Jake tell you? No, he didn't.
Well, uh, it's not really my style to put a label on things.
You two make a great couple.
Bye.
All right.
Okay, let's give a big New Directions! welcome to Jake Puckerman.
Hey, dude.
Uh, me and your bro were practically best friends.
Is it weird that I know him a lot better than you? Welcome, bro.
God made you, and God doesn't make mistakes.
- Mr.
Schuester.
- Yeah, Marley.
If it's all right, I'd like to sing one last Britney song.
Did that come out this morning? 'Cause we've scraped the bottom of that Britney barrel.
Not exactly.
This is one of my favorites songs.
Notice me Take my hand Why are we Strangers when Our love is strong? Why carry on without me? Every time I try to fly I fall Without my wings I feel so small I guess I need you, baby And every time I see you in my dreams I see your face, you're haunting me I guess I need you, baby I may have made it rain Please forgive me My weakness caused you pain And this song's my sorry At night I pray That soon your face Will fade away And every time I try to fly I fall Without my wings I feel so small I guess I need you, baby And every time I see you in my dreams I see your face, you're haunting me I guess I need you, baby.