Sort of an on-again-off-again watcher of Glee so I hope this is kind of on the right track!
“Hey, you’re like pretty smart, right?”
Finn looked to his left and then to his right. For good measure, he looked behind him as well. Nope, there definitely wasn’t anyone else in the room Brittany could be talking to. Well, unless she was talking to an imaginary friend or something, he’d had one of those once. Of course he was like five then, but hey, whatever floats other people’s boats.
Oh, right she’d asked him a question.
“Uh, me? Not really. Maybe you should talk to Rachel or something. She’s kind of more into the school and studying thing than I am.”
But Brittany didn’t seem to be listening to him at all, which was kind of weird since she was the one who’d talked to him in the first place. She circled around him once and then gave him one good look-over with her hands on her hips.
Okay, this was getting kiiiiinda creepy.
Just as Finn was debating making up an excuse about having to go and do a thing (he hadn’t gotten far enough to think what the thing was yet), she finally said “I’ve been watching you dance.”
“You’ve been watching me dance,” he repeated, not really sure what to make of that. Sure, he’d been practicing lately to try and get better, but he didn’t think anyone had noticed.
“Yeah,” Brittany said, tilting her head to the side as she regarded him, “You kind of suck.”
Finn wasn’t sure what to say to that, so he said “Uh…”
“I can help you get better,” she said with such seriousness that he thought he’d better not laugh, “But I need something back. Like a trade.”
Wracking his brain for anything that might be a fair trade for dancing lessons, Finn came up with… nothing. He sort of shrugged and hoped the whole awkward situation would just go away.
~~~
It didn’t go away.
Finn still wasn’t sure how he’d been talked into tutoring Brittany in trigonometry, especially since math was kind of his worst subject. And this was taking into account that he didn’t really have any subjects that he was awesome in to begin with.
“So then this is the hypotenuse. I think. Well, I’m pretty sure,” he said pointing to the line that looked the longest on the triangle.
Brittany nodded, her eyes fixated on the line with great intensity.
“And then there’s this thing that Mr. Hinkle always says when you’re trying to find out the angle. Uh. Something that sounds like ‘sock it to ‘em’, I can’t remember.”
“Hippopotamus and socks and toes,” Brittany said like she was a little dazed by the idea, “That’s a totally weird combination.”
~~~
He’s spent at least an hour trying to work his way through the routine that Brittany’s running him through, and Finn’s pretty sure he’s getting worse.
“Look,” he said, “I’m happy to just stand at the back and like… wave my arms around or something. You really don’t have to do this. I didn’t do a very good job teaching you trig anyway.”
“Do the body-wave move again,” she responded while inspecting her nails, acting like no words had actually come out of his mouth.
Finn sighed and rubbed his face wearily with one hand before attempt number he-didn’t-even-know-anymore of the body-wave move, feeling (and looking) more like a wobbly octopus made of rubber instead of a totally sick dancer like Mike Chang. Nine attempts later and he’s pretty much ready to just make a run for it, but on the tenth try Brittany squealed and clapped her hands and did one of those cheerleader fist-pumps into the air because it’s finally – finally – looking less like an gorilla suffering from a seizure.
And okay, he had to admit it felt pretty cool.
~~~
Everyone in the Glee Club stared as Brittany showed her C+ trigonometry quiz to Finn and he performed a happy dance that looked like a cross between a hip-hop step and the hokey-pokey. When they moved into some sort of patty-cake-down-by-the-roller-coaster-with-Miss-Mary-Mack-Mack-Mack clapping game and stepped out into a slide complete with pointed gun-fingers, a few mouths even dropped open.
“What is even going on here?” huffed Rachel from her seat.
“Obviously the beginning of a beautiful and deeply weird friendship,” Kurt answered.
Glee - Brittany & Finn - Hip-hop and Hippos
“Hey, you’re like pretty smart, right?”
Finn looked to his left and then to his right. For good measure, he looked behind him as well. Nope, there definitely wasn’t anyone else in the room Brittany could be talking to. Well, unless she was talking to an imaginary friend or something, he’d had one of those once. Of course he was like five then, but hey, whatever floats other people’s boats.
Oh, right she’d asked him a question.
“Uh, me? Not really. Maybe you should talk to Rachel or something. She’s kind of more into the school and studying thing than I am.”
But Brittany didn’t seem to be listening to him at all, which was kind of weird since she was the one who’d talked to him in the first place. She circled around him once and then gave him one good look-over with her hands on her hips.
Okay, this was getting kiiiiinda creepy.
Just as Finn was debating making up an excuse about having to go and do a thing (he hadn’t gotten far enough to think what the thing was yet), she finally said “I’ve been watching you dance.”
“You’ve been watching me dance,” he repeated, not really sure what to make of that. Sure, he’d been practicing lately to try and get better, but he didn’t think anyone had noticed.
“Yeah,” Brittany said, tilting her head to the side as she regarded him, “You kind of suck.”
Finn wasn’t sure what to say to that, so he said “Uh…”
“I can help you get better,” she said with such seriousness that he thought he’d better not laugh, “But I need something back. Like a trade.”
Wracking his brain for anything that might be a fair trade for dancing lessons, Finn came up with… nothing. He sort of shrugged and hoped the whole awkward situation would just go away.
It didn’t go away.
Finn still wasn’t sure how he’d been talked into tutoring Brittany in trigonometry, especially since math was kind of his worst subject. And this was taking into account that he didn’t really have any subjects that he was awesome in to begin with.
“So then this is the hypotenuse. I think. Well, I’m pretty sure,” he said pointing to the line that looked the longest on the triangle.
Brittany nodded, her eyes fixated on the line with great intensity.
“And then there’s this thing that Mr. Hinkle always says when you’re trying to find out the angle. Uh. Something that sounds like ‘sock it to ‘em’, I can’t remember.”
“Hippopotamus and socks and toes,” Brittany said like she was a little dazed by the idea, “That’s a totally weird combination.”
He’s spent at least an hour trying to work his way through the routine that Brittany’s running him through, and Finn’s pretty sure he’s getting worse.
“Look,” he said, “I’m happy to just stand at the back and like… wave my arms around or something. You really don’t have to do this. I didn’t do a very good job teaching you trig anyway.”
“Do the body-wave move again,” she responded while inspecting her nails, acting like no words had actually come out of his mouth.
Finn sighed and rubbed his face wearily with one hand before attempt number he-didn’t-even-know-anymore of the body-wave move, feeling (and looking) more like a wobbly octopus made of rubber instead of a totally sick dancer like Mike Chang. Nine attempts later and he’s pretty much ready to just make a run for it, but on the tenth try Brittany squealed and clapped her hands and did one of those cheerleader fist-pumps into the air because it’s finally – finally – looking less like an gorilla suffering from a seizure.
And okay, he had to admit it felt pretty cool.
Everyone in the Glee Club stared as Brittany showed her C+ trigonometry quiz to Finn and he performed a happy dance that looked like a cross between a hip-hop step and the hokey-pokey. When they moved into some sort of patty-cake-down-by-the-roller-coaster-with-Miss-Mary-Mack-Mack-Mack clapping game and stepped out into a slide complete with pointed gun-fingers, a few mouths even dropped open.
“What is even going on here?” huffed Rachel from her seat.
“Obviously the beginning of a beautiful and deeply weird friendship,” Kurt answered.