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Oh, yeah

Ba, ba
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

Ba, ba, ooh, ooh
Oh, yeah

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ba, ba, ahh

So scared of breaking it
that you won't let it bend

And I wrote 200 letters
I will never send

Sometimes these cuts
are so much deeper
than they seem

You'd rather cover up
I'd rather let them be

So let me be

And I'll set you free

I am in misery
Misery

There ain't nobody
who can comfort me
Oh, yeah

Why won't you answer me?
Misery

Your silence is slowly killing me
Oh, yeah

Girl, you really got me bad

You really got me bad

Now I'm gonna get you back
I'm gonna get you back
Yeah

You say your faith is shaken

And you may be mistaken

You keep me wide awake
and waiting for the sun
For the sun

I'm desperate and confused

So far away from you

I'm getting there
I don't care where I have to roll

Why do you do
what you do to me?
Yeah

Why won't you answer me,
answer me?
Yeah

I am in misery
Misery

There ain't nobody
who can comfort me
Oh, yeah

Girl, you really got me bad

You really got me bad

Now I'm gonna get you back

I'm gonna get you back

Hey, regionals,
you've just met our opening number.

That's so good!

How did you manage to find
a Burberry-esque canary cage cover?

Canaries don't like cold weather.

Especially Pavarotti.
So, what did you
think of the song?

Can I be really honest with you?
Because it comes from a place of caring.

Been there, done that.

Look, you're amazing, Blaine.

Your solos are breathtaking.

They're also numerous.

Kurt, the council decides
who gets the solos.

Do I detect a little jealousy?

No, you detect a lot of jealousy.

Look, Blaine, sometimes
I don't feel like we're the Warblers.

I feel like we're Blaine and the Pips.

Okay, so I really took all of your notes
from "My Headband" to heart,

and I really tapped into my pain
for the second song.

Yeah.
So come and sit down.

These are for you, just in case.

It's pretty emotional.

Don't be afraid if you need to...

Hit it.

You've got just one egg

You're not going to make

An omelet

Flying just one way

You're not going to make

A jet set

Sister, brother,
wherefore art thou?

No need for bunk beds
in my bedroom now

Oh, damn you, Dads

Why did you settle for only me?

I'm an only child

More than enough for them
but not enough for me

Only child

The only Berry

On my family

Tree

- It's called "Only Child."
- Yeah, I got that.

Uh, it's better than "My Headband."
That's for sure.

Yeah.

But it-

it still feels like
you're just playing scared.

You're only dealing with the easy pain.

You gotta get to the hard stuff.
That's what's relatable to everybody.

I'm perfectly capable
of accessing my pain.

I cry every time I sing a solo.

Exactly. When you sing, I can feel it.

I guess you just
gotta go inside yourself...

to wherever the singing comes from
and write from there.

Have you even
ever tried to write a song?

Sometimes I worry about Finn.

How damaged does a guy have to be...

to be into someone as annoying as Rachel?

Still, he is a good guy,
and I do really like him.

He's my first love,
and first loves are forever.

And another thing:

Without him, I'm never
gonna get one of these.

I know what you're thinking. "Prom queen?

You're smart and super pretty
and relatively sane for a girl.

Does being prom queen
really matter to you?"

Well, it does.

Prom queens live, on average,
five years longer than regular people.

It's probably because they smile a lot,

and smiling has been proven
to ward off diseases.

But I can't do it without Finn.

He's a shoo-in for prom king.

And after winning the big game,
he'll help me land crucial swing votes.

Amazingly, the only person
standing in my way is her...

and her damn talent.

If I'm gonna guarantee
that he doesn't stray with her,

I'm going to have to play it right.

They say keep your friends close
but your enemies closer.

Well, Rachel Berry,

you've just got yourself a new best friend.

Pavarotti?

Warblers, Warblers,
I am merely suggesting...

that instead of wearing blue ties
with red piping,

we wear jackets with red ties
and blue piping for the competition.

- This is a kangaroo court.

Kurt, what's wrong?

It's Pavarotti.

Pavarotti's dead.

I suspect a stroke.
Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.

I know it's really stupid
to be upset about a bird, but...

He-He inspired me with his optimism...

and his love of song.

He was my friend.

I know today we need to practice
doo-wopping behind Blaine...

while he sings every solo
in the medley of Pink songs.

But I'd like to sing a song
for Pavarotti today.

Blackbird singing
in the dead of night

Take these broken wings
and learn to fly

All your life

You were only waiting
for this moment to arise

All your life

You were only waiting
for this moment to be free

- Blackbird, fly
- Blackbird, fly, fly

Into the light of the dark black night

Blackbird, fly

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

Ah, ah, ah, ah

La, la, la, la, la-la,
la-la-la, la, la

Blackbird, fly
Blackbird, fly, fly

Into the light
of the dark black night

Blackbird, fly

You were only waiting
for this moment to arise

You were only waiting
for this moment to arise

Thank you.

Guys, I've got some bad news.

You know how we decided
on "Sing" by My Chemical Romance
for regionals?

Well, I hold in my hand
a cease and desist letter
from the band.

- We can't do it.
- It was the perfect anthem.

How much do you
wanna bet Coach Sylvester
had something to do with this?

One step ahead of you.

Do you know anything
about this, Sue?
I do.

I met the drummer
for My Chemical Romance...

at a drum circle,
Daytona Beach, spring break, 1996.

We had a brief affair.

And when I heard
of your song choice for regionals,

well, I was compelled
to notify the band...

about your long-running
legal battle with PETA.

That is not true.

You took away my Cheerios.

Consider this the opening salvo
of World War Sue.

So, what are we gonna do now?

I think we should write
original songs for regionals.

All those in favor of voting
Rachel down a second time?

I think Rachel is right.
This team works best...

when we push ourselves
and do something a little different.

Well, that's true,
but if all the other teams
are doing amazing songs,

we're not gonna be so good.

You're right.
We're not gonna be as good.
We're gonna be better.

We won't be using
other people's words or music.

It'll be our own...
our own heart, soul, not just our voices.

We have a really talented
songwriter in our midst.

Rachel, I was thinking maybe
you and I could write a song together.

I'm with Quinn and Rachel.

If these two can agree
on something, it's probably
an idea worth considering.

Wait. So suddenly, you two
are writing the music for regionals?

No way. I think that everyone should
get a chance to write a song.

- Santana's right. We can do this.
- What do you think, Mr. Schue?

I think we're doing
original songs for regionals.

Yes!

Hey.

Can I ask you a question?

We used to be really close,
and I really miss being your friend...

Still waiting for the question.
Did I do something wrong?

Look, I don't know. Did you?

All I know is you blew me off
to be with Stubbles McCripplepants.

It's fine. It's your loss.

'Cause now I get the chance to write an
awesome heterosexual song about Sam...

that we're gonna sing at regionals.
Wait. You're still dating Sam?

But you told me
you were in love with me.

I honestly don't know
what I was thinking.

But can you stop staring at me?
I can't remember my locker combo.

Well, well.

If it isn't Tweedledum
and Tweedle Fake Boobs.

You can't talk to us like that.
You're not our cheer coach anymore.

I'm not anybody's
cheerleading coach anymore.

You betrayed me.

And in case you haven't heard,
I like to play dirty.

I don't even remember
putting that in there.

I think Blaine's version of the song...

is actually better than the original.

- But it's not in his natural key, so...
- How dare you.

Enough. I'm tired of this.

I agree.
I think we should just let you pick
the song that you wanna sing.

No. I'm tired of the Warblers
being all about me.

David, please make sure
everything I'm about to say
goes down in the official minutes.

- We are going to lose at regionals.
- What?

- I am incredibly grateful...

for the belief you've all given me
as a junior member...

to lead you all in these
wonderful songs this year.

But from what Kurt has told me
about New Directions,

I just know I can't beat them on my own,

which is why I propose
that we rearrange our 11:00 number...

and turn it into a duet
to showcase other talent in this group.

- Why don't we just play it on kazoos?
- Point of order.

Now, we all lost one
of our own this week.

Pavarotti's voice
was silenced by death,

and I don't wanna silence
anyone else's voices in this group.

I think Pavarotti would roll over
in his tiny, tiny little grave.

- The placement of which
has yet to be determined.
- All right. A vote.

Who's in favor
of Warbler Blaine's proposal
for a dual lead at regionals?

Oh, can I put my name
on that audition list?

No. No auditions.

I wanna sing the duet with Kurt.

That's ridiculous.
There are so many great voices.

Everyone deserves a shot at that honor.

All in favor of Kurt
being my duet partner at regionals?

Decided.
Congratulations,
Kurt.

Congrats.

All right, guys, let's hear it
for our first songwriting seminar.

While Quinn and Rachel are
hard at work, we're gonna try
to write an anthem of our own.

Now, these are rhyming dictionaries
for all of you.

Mr. Schue, Tina and I have been
already working on a song that I wrote.

Really? That's amazing.
Well, can we hear it?

All right.

- Whoo! Yeah!

This is a song that I wrote for Sam.
It's called "Trouty Mouth."

Wait. What's it called?
"Trouty Mouth."

Guppy face

Trouty mouth

Is that how people's lips look

Where you come from
in the south?

Grouper mouth

Froggy lips

I love sucking
on those salamander lips

Wanna put a fish hook

In those lips so cherry red

If you tried hard enough

You could suck a baby's head

Whoo

Okay, can we stop?
Stop with the mouth jokes.

- Sit down. I'm not finished.
- Yes, you are.

Mr. Schue, we're not doing
a song at regionals
called "Trouty Mouth."

You know what? I-I have
to agree with Sam on this one.

But such a good first effort.

I just don't think it's got the epic feel
we need for regionals.

Mr. Schue, I wrote a song too.
I wrote it for Lauren.

I know that when
I sang "Fat Bottomed Girls,"

it might have hurt her feelings a little bit,
but I think this makes up for it.

It's got a bit of a rockabilly feel, so it
could give us an edge this weekend.

All right. Show us what you got.

Don't touch me.
Don't touch me.

It's called "Big Ass... Heart."

My girl went to the doctor
'cause her heart had palpitations

Said cut the carbs or else
she'd end up pushin' up carnations

She stepped up on the scale
and the doctor said, "Oh, Lordy

If you don't drop a few, girl,
you won't make it past age 40"

My girl said, "Hey, lookee,
on that fancy X-ray chart"

Said the doctor, "Holy hell,
that's one G. D. Big-ass heart"

I'm telling you, my friend,
my girl's got a big-ass heart

When she shops for groceries,
that heart gets its own damn cart

That big-ass heart can pump
two tons of love through her chest

And then sit down and win
a lovin' pie-eating contest

I love that big-ass heart so much
I think it isn't fair

Like how your heart won't pay me back
for breaking all my chairs

So sick with love I think
I'm coming down with rickets

When that big-ass heart flies coach,
it has to pay for two plane tickets

Oh, that big-ass heart

Oh, that big-ass heart

All right, guys, let's make
Puck's song a contender,

but I don't totally think we're there yet.

So everyone look
at your rhyming dictionaries,

and let's work on banging out
some songs that rock.

- What do you wanna wear to prom?
- Prom. What?

I know you're excited
about regionals. So am I.

Wasn't I the one that supported
Rachel's crazy original song idea?

Yeah. That was cool, by the way.

But whether we win that or even
nationals, it's not gonna put
you and I back where we belong.

- Which is where?
- On top.

- On top of what?
- We need to get elected
for prom king and queen.

It's the ultimate status symbol.

So after regionals,
we'll go public with our relationship...

and start the campaign.

I don't think that's a good idea.

Why? Because of Rachel?

She's really fragile right now. I just think
we should wait until after nationals.

First it was after regionals.
Now it's after nationals?

Do you wanna be
in this relationship or not?
Whoa. Scary Quinn.

Okay, uh, after regionals.

After regionals.

What's that?

I'm decorating Pavarotti's casket.

Well, finish up. I have the perfect song
for our number, and we should practice.

Do tell.

"Candles" by Hey Monday.

I'm impressed.
You're usually so Top 40.

Well, I just wanted something
a little more emotional.

Why did you pick me
to sing that song with?

Kurt, there is a moment...

when you say to yourself,
"Oh, there you are.

I've been looking for you forever."

Watching you do "Blackbird" this week,

that was a moment for me,

about you.

Y-You move me, Kurt.

And this duet would just be an excuse
to spend more time with you.

Uh, we should... we should practice.

I thought we were.

Mama said, "Get your ass out of bed"

I said, "Hell to the no"

Said, "Wash
your grandma's nasty head"

I said, "Hell to the no"

Oh, oh

They tried to take away my tots

I said, "Hell to the no"

Yeah, 'cause I'm the one
that calls the shots

And I say, "Hell to the no"

Ohh-oh

Try to make me
change my weave

Well, I got something
up my sleeve

It's a whole lotta

Whoa, oh, oh

Oh, oh, hell to the

No-no, no-no, no-no, no-no

I said, whoa, oh, oh

Oh, oh, hell to the

No-no, no-no, no-no, no-no

Tell me I should eat my Wheaties

You know what?
Hell to the no

Hell to the no

Tell me I'll come down
with diabetes

Hell to the no, oh, oh

Hell to the no

Try to make me
change my eats

But, baby,
that just isn't me

I'm a whole lotta

Whoa, oh, oh

Oh, oh, hell to the

No-no, no-no
No, no, no, no

Take me, you can leave me,
but I won't never change

If you don't like the rules,
don't play my game

Time for me to get
R-E-S-P-E-C-T

But if I don't, it's all in me

Hey-hey-hey

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, hell to the

No-no, no-no, no-no, no-no

Aw, hell to the no

Yeah. Mercedes.

Really, really good.
Thank you.

But, um...
"But," my butt, Mr. Schue.
That song was amazing.

No, I agree. I'm just not sure
that it's regionals material.

Mr. Schue, I wrote
another verse of "Trouty Mouth."

No. No, no, no.
Guys, guys, just think about it.

What's your favorite song
of all time?

- "My Headband."
- Alanis Morissette's "You Oughta Know."

- "What's Going On," Marvin Gaye.
- Puckerman, you're on a roll.

- And what are all those songs about?
- Headbands.

All these songs
come from a place of pain.

The greatest songs are about hurt.

And that's the side of yourselves
I want you to get in touch with.

That should be easy.
Coach Sylvester tortures us for no reason...

and tries to get
the entire school to hate us.

Yesterday she filled
Britt's and my locker with dirt.

Okay, okay.
Slow down. Slow down.

Well, she literally throws sticks at me.

- What are you doing?
- Throwing sticks at your head.

I'm gonna crush you at regionals.

- Okay, what else?
- She called the Ohio secretary of state...

saying she was me
and I wanna legally change
my name to Tina Cohen-Loser.

She...

Mean. Mean.

Okay, and how does that make you feel?

Well, at first it hurts,

but then it mostly makes you wanna win.

Guys,

I think you may have just found your song.

Now let's get to writing.

You're late.
We're friends, right?

Yeah, I guess so.

Like, everything happened last year.

You gave your baby to my mom.
We kind of bonded over it, right?

What's your point?
My point is is that...

I know we haven't spent
a lot of time together this year,

but I thought
that we were close enough
to be honest with each other.

Go ahead. Ask me.

Fine. Are you and Finn together?

Yes. It's been a couple of weeks.

It's like Groundhog's Day
with you, Rachel.

How many times do you have
to make the same mistake
to realize it's not gonna work out?

Well, thank you
for being honest with me, Quinn,

and I'm happy for you and Finn.

But don't go and try
to rewrite history, okay?

It was real between us.
He chose me over you.

And how long did that last for?

Why are you being so mean?

Do you wanna know
how this story plays out?

I get Finn. You get heartbroken.

And then Finn and I
will stay here and start a family.

I'll become
a successful real estate agent,

and Finn will take over
Kurt's dad's tire shop.

You don't belong here, Rachel,

and you can't hate me
for helping to send you on your way.

No.

I'm not giving up on Finn.
It's not over between us.

Yes, it is. You're so frustrating.

And that is
why you can't write a good song,

because you live in this little
schoolgirl fantasy of life.

Rachel, if you keep looking
for that happy ending,

then you are never gonna get it right.

So we're done with that, and why
don't we just return to our work, okay?

No. I think I'm gonna
write this song on my own.

Hey, buddy, you gettin' ready
to load up the bus
and head off to regionals?

- Awesome.
- You seem awfully chipper.

Oh, I am, William.
I'm positively drunk with confidence.

In fact, I am so sure
of my Glee Club's impending win,

I'm gonna drop a little turdlet on you.

I lied to you last week, William.

I forged that letter
from My Chemical Romance.

Also, I didn't sleep
with their drummer.

The drummer I slept with
was that guy from Jimmy Eat World.

Actually, Sue, I'm glad you lied.

It gave my kids the opportunity
to try their hand at songwriting.

Oh, so you're trying to lose.

You have an awful lot
of confidence for a rookie, Sue.

William, while your kids
are singing songs
about blackheads and eczema,

I will be unleashing
a set list custom-made
for that panel of judges.

And now our judges
for the 2011 Midwest Regional
Show Choir Competition...

local broadcasting legend
and man about town, Rod Remington!

Recent Tea Party candidate and
homeschooler, Tammy Jean Albertson!

And former exotic dancer
and current Carmelite nun,

author of the upcoming Lima Press memoir,
Habit to Habit,

Sister Mary Constance.

And now, from Westvale High School,

let's have a warm welcome
for Aural Intensity!

Jesus is a friend of mine
Jesus is my friend

Jesus is a friend of mine
I'm a friend of Jesus

- Jesus is a friend of mine
- Jesus is my friend

Jesus is a friend of mine

He taught me how to turn my cheek
when people laugh at me

I've had friends before
and I can tell you that

He's one who will
never leave you flat
Hallelujah

Jesus is a friend of mine
Je-Je-Je-Jesus

- Jesus is a friend of mine
- Oh

Friend of mine
Friend of mine
Friend of mine

Whoo!

Has anyone
ever literally died on stage?

Are you nervous?

Please don't judge me.

This is the first time I've had a solo
in front of a competition audience.

I have this nightmare
that I'm going to forget the lyrics...

or I'm going to sing
and nothing is gonna come out.

Okay, you can judge me.

I think it's adorable.
I think you're adorable.

And the only people
that are gonna be dying tonight
are the people in that audience,

because you and I
are gonna kill this thing.

Come on. Let's go.
And now,
from Westerville, Ohio,

the Dalton Academy Warblers!

The power lines went out

And I am all alone

But I don't really care at all

Not answering my phone

All the games you played

The promises you made

Couldn't finish
what you started

Only darkness still remains

Lost sight

Couldn't see

When it was you and me

Blow the candles out

Looks like a solo tonight

I'm beginning to see the light

Blow the candles out

Looks like a solo tonight

But I think I'll be all right

One day

You will wake up

With nothing but your sorrys

Sorrys
And someday

You will get back

Everything you gave me

Blow the candles out

Looks like a solo tonight

I'm beginning to see the light

Blow the candles out
Candles out

- Looks like a solo tonight
- Solo tonight

But I think I'll be all right

Right, right
Turn off the lights

We gonna lose
our minds tonight

What's the dealio?

Changa, chang,
chicka-chang, chicka-chang

I love when it's all too much

5:00 a.m.
Turn the radio up

Where's the rock and roll?

Chang, changa
chicka-chang, chicka-chang

Party crasher
Penny snatcher

Call me up if you are gangsta

Don't be fancy
Just get dancey

Why so serious?

So raise your glass
if you are wrong

In all the right ways
All my underdogs

We will never be,
never be anything but loud

And nitty-gritty dirty little freaks

Won't you come on and come on
and raise your glass?

Just come on and come on
and raise your glass

Raise your glass

So if you're too school for cool

And you're treated like a fool

Like a fool

You can choose to let it go

Let it go

We can always
We can always

Party on our own

So raise your

So raise your glass
if you are wrong

In all the right ways
All my underdogs

We will never be,
never be anything but loud

And nitty-gritty dirty little freaks

Won't you come on and come on
and raise your glass?

Just come on and come on
and raise your glass

For me

Whoo!

Hey. Break a leg.

Last time we were here,
you told me you loved me.

I really like your song.

Listen carefully,
because I mean every word of it.

And now, from William
McKinley High in Lima, Ohio,

the New Directions!

What have I done?

I wish I could run

Away from this ship
going under

Just trying to help

Hurt everyone else

Now I feel the weight of the world is

On my shoulders

What can you do
when your good isn't good enough

And all that you touch
tumbles down?

'Cause my best intentions
keep making a mess of things

I just wanna fix it somehow

But how many times will it take?

Oh, how many times
will it take for me

To get it right?

Oh, my God.
They're doing original songs.

Can I start again

With my faith shaken?

'Cause I can't go back
and undo this

I just have to stay

And face my mistakes

But if I get stronger and wiser

I'll get through this

What can you do
when your good isn't good enough

And all that you touch
tumbles down?

But how many times will it take?

Oh, how many times
will it take for me

To get it right?

So I throw up my fists

Throw a punch in the air

And accept the truth
that sometimes life isn't fair

Yeah, I'll send out a wish

And I'll send up a prayer

Then finally someone will see

How much I care

What can you do
when your good isn't good enough

And all that you touch
tumbles down?

Oh, my best intentions

Keep making a mess of things

Just wanna fix it somehow

But how many times will it take?

Oh, how many times will it take

To get it right?

To get it right?

Ladies and gentlemen,
we're the New Directions.

Yeah, you may think
that I'm a zero

But hey, everyone you wanna be
probably started off like me

And you may say
that I'm a freak show
I don't care

But hey, give it
just a little time

I bet you're gonna
change your mind

All of that dirt you've
been throwing my way

It ain't so hard to take
That's right

'Cause I know one day
you'll be screaming my name

And I'll just look away
That's right

- Whoo!
- Just go ahead and hate on me
and run your mouth

So everyone can hear

Hit me with the worst you got
and knock me down
Baby, I don't care

Keep it up and soon enough
you'll figure out

You wanna be

You wanna be a loser like me

A loser like me

Push me up
against the locker

And hey, all I do is shake it off

I'll get you back
when I'm your boss

I'm not thinking
about you haters

'Cause hey,
I can be a superstar

I'll see you
when you wash my car

All of the dirt you've
been throwing my way

It ain't so hard to take
That's right

'Cause I know one day
you'll be screaming my name

And I'll just look away

That's right

Just go ahead and hate on me
and run your mouth

So everyone can hear

Hit me with the worst you got
and knock me down

Baby, I don't care

Keep it up and soon enough
you'll figure out

You wanna be

You wanna be a loser like me

So go ahead and hate on me
and run your mouth

So everyone can hear

Hit me with the worst you got
and knock me down

Baby, I don't care

Keep it up and soon enough
you'll figure out

You wanna be

You wanna be a loser like me

A loser like me

A loser like me

Before we start, I would like
to say I am not a witch.

But, um, I think it's fair to ask:

Do we have written proof that these kids
were born in the United States of America?

For a nun, I'm pretty liberal.

But... I'm barely a nun.

In fact, I just joined
because I needed a place to live.
Bless you.

The convent is the one place
I knew I could stay off the pole.

But my question is this:

That Dalton Academy,
is it a gay school...

or is it just a school
that appears gay?

Could I add a dash of Rod
to this lady soup?

My hairdresser is a gay.

And for 15 years,
he's been with his partner,
also a hairdresser.

I see no reason why they shouldn't
be allowed to marry...

and raise a family of beautiful wigs.

I like the duet the two boys
from Dalton sang.

Well, boys shouldn't do a duet.
The last thing we need to do...

is send a message to children
that "gay is okay."

It is not a legitimate lifestyle,

and last time I checked,
it's not in the Constitution.

- What about that song about Jesus?
- Well, that should win.

Uh-uh-uh. No, no, no.
That is just cheap pandering.

I didn't even like to be pandered to
when I was a stripper.

Those New Directions
had it going on.
Those songs were fresh.

Those songs were terrible.
I am sorry. But I'm a politician.

And when I lost my last election...
and there will be a recount-

I didn't go around singing
about being a loser.

I twittered that Obama is a terrorist.

Oh, no, you didn't.
I had to. It's a fact.

Okay, ladies, I've heard enough.

Let's... vote.

And now to announce our winner,

Lieutenant Governor Stevens's wife,
Carla Turlington Stevens.

My husband is verbally abusive,

and I have been drinking since noon.

I'm bored. Let's just see who won, huh?

The New Directions, you're
going to nationals in New York.

Farewell, sweet prince.

I'm so sorry, Kurt.

I know this
is really upsetting for you.

Reminds you of your mom's
funeral, doesn't it?

The casket was bigger.

But yes.

It's not just that though.

Honestly, I'm upset
that we lost at regionals.

The competition season's over,
but we'll still get to perform.

We do nursing home shows
all the time.

And do you know how many Gaps
there are in Ohio?

Tons.

Yeah, I just really,
really wanted to win.

You did win. So did I.

We got each other out of all this.

That beats a lousy trophy,
don't you think?

- I'll show you the video when you get home.

Have fun in the sweat lodge.

Namaste to you too. Okay, bye.

Miss Holliday sends her best
and can't wait
to congratulate you all in person...

when she gets back
from her meditation retreat.

Now, we all know that winning regionals
was a team effort,

and nationals isn't going
to be any different.

But like in sports, every winning team
has a player that rises above...

to help carry their teammates
to victory... the M.V. P.

And I would like to start a tradition
of honoring that player...

after every one of our competitions.

So, per a unanimous vote by all of you,

our regionals M.V. P. Is...
Miss Rachel Berry.

Whoo!
Come on up.

- Yeah!
- Congratulations.

Thank you.

If I could just say
a few words.
Sure.

And here she goes,
making me regret voting for her.

Well, first of all, I just wanna say...

how amazing the song you guys wrote was.

I-I was so inspired.
You know, it's... it's funny.

I've won a lot of trophies before for singing
competitions and dancing competitions,

but I've always felt like the girl
who never gets the brass ring.

And maybe I never will.

But today and at regionals,

the way you guys believed in me...

and took a chance with me...

All I've ever wanted was to feel special...

and to feel chosen.

And I just, um...

I wanted to thank you guys so much
for giving me that.

So that's all.

M.V. P!

M.V. P!

M.V. P.!

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