Chapter. 4

                                    

                                          
Mercedes smiled. "Kurt? Mind helpin' a girl out?"
                          
Kurt stood up slowly. "You want me to sing with you?"
                          
She nodded, a slow smile on her face.
                          
"Wait..." Kurt said, getting excited, "Are you alluding to what I think you are?"
                          
Mercedes lifted one shoulder. "Course, white boy! It's time to blow some minds."
                          
"Well, I can't say no to that."
                          
"Do you remember the-?" Mercedes asked.
                          
"Yep, and the-?"
                          
"Great! I mean, if we're gonna do this-" Mercedes started,
                          
"We've got to do it right. Speaking of, do you have the-?" Kurt finished, an excited twinkle in his eye.
                          
"Hell yeah!" She extracted her iPod from her pocket and plugged it into Kurt's doc.
                          
She nodded to him, he nodded back.
                          
The music started with a familiar melody, except it was in a style that none of the Warblers had heard it before. While they looked around in confusion, the girls were giggling.
                          
A marching band version? Blaine wondered. Of this song?
                          
Mercedes strutted a bit to the center of the room, saying, "Hey, uh, c'mon. Kurt Hummel: take it!"
                          
And then Blaine's head exploded because who knew Kurt could sing like that?
                          
Come on, girl
                          
I've been waiting for somebody
                          
To pick up my stroll
                          
Kurt danced to the center of the room, doing some hip-work that had some Warblers eyes bugging out and others (Blaine) drooling.
                          
Mercedes picked up in her beautiful voice. David couldn't hold back a smile.
                          
Well, don't waste time
                          
Give me the sign
                          
Tell me how you wanna roll
                          
Their dancing was a toned down version of what they actually did in the Cheerios. But that wasn't what Blaine was focused on.
                          
No, he was focused on keeping his brain away from those thoughts as Kurt growled out his lines.
                          
I want somebody to speed it up for me
                          
Then take it down slow
                          
There's enough room for both
                          
Blaine wasn't paying attention enough to hear Mercedes' lines. He squeezed his eyes shut; thinking so loudly he was sure the whole room would hear him: Dapper thoughts, Blaine! Those are not dapper! YOU ARE DAPPER!
                          
Well I can handle that
                          
You've just got to show me where it's at
                          
Are you ready to go?
                          
Are you ready to go?
                          
David was still smiling in awe. Mercedes had an amazing voice. Pair that voice with her body and diva personality and you get yourself a knock-out.
                          
And Kurt! David was shocked to hear a whole new side to their countertenor's voice.
                          
If you want it
                          
You already got it
                          
If you thought it
                          
It better be what you want