artie.

Artie crosses his arms, eyebrow raising in questioning.

   “ Sick of the same old same old? As in, you DON’T want to do Katy Perry or Sondheim? Never thought I’d live to see the day. Look, I’m as much of a fan of the show as the next guy. But there’s a bigger issue.

   —- It’s a hip hopera, and we both know the club is severely LACKING in that department. If Mercedes, Mike, and Santana were still around, I’d be less weary, but exactly WHO in our current line-up has the flow for this kinda thing? Sure, I’d do that number, but it’s also a FOUR PERSON number. Are we going to encourage SAM to rap? Because that feels like we’re doin’ a huge injustice. Like, to the world, Blaine.

”

A couple of mouthed attempts at words and, finally, Blaine finds them!

“FIRST!  I will remind you that I haven’t suggested or SANG anything close to Katy or Sondheim in weeks.  Hot ‘n Cold doesn’t count because my headphones were on and I didn’t think anyone was paying attention.  I suggested Hamilton to avoid reverting back to what we usually do.

Okay, Sam might not be a rapper but we can try to teach him.” On second thought?  “Or not.

” The mental image of Sam attempting to rap was not only oh god why did i put him through this-worthy but sickeningly adorable. Problem was?  Adorable wasn’t going to win them Nationals. But can you picture that?  Sam giving it his all trying to dance and rap and..  OKAY!  Borderline daydreaming mid-bargain was a sure sign Blaine needed more coffee.  Moving on!  "..Maybe we could try seeing if any of the new kids can do it justice?  We won’t know unless we invite them to try?”