-On the last season of Glee, secrets were revealed.
-I'm pregnant.
And Puck's the baby's daddy.
-New relationships were formed.
-Artie, I-I-
-Shut up, bitch! I know you ain't got no stutter.
-Finn and Rachel got together.
-So...
-Wanna make out?
-Cool.
-Puck and Quinn had a baby together.
-Giving Beth up is for the best, Baby Mama.
-Beth, just know mommy loves you.
And mommy will completely disregard your story line next season.
-The New Directions sang and dance their hearts out at Regionals!
-(Sings) AHHHHHHH--
-And they lost.
-Well, this sucks.
-At least we're getting another year.
(Cheers)
-And that's what you missed on GLEE!
(School bell rings)
-Hello, ladies and welcome to another GWSLRATB meeting. Now--
-Quinn?
-Yes, Brittany?
-What does GWSLRATB stand for again?
-Brittany I've told you three times already what it stands for.
It stands for Girls Whose Story Lines Revolves Around Their Boyfriends.
-Oh yeah.
-Now--
-Can't we come up with a shorter club name?
-No.
-Why not?
-Because I said so.
-That's not fair.
-Excuse me, why are you talking? You know you're only aloud four lines per episode.
Do you really wanna waste them having this pointless argument?
-No.
-Good. Now--
-Sorry I'm late, girls.
-What are you doing here, Berry?
-I'm here for our annual GWSLRATB meeting.
-Why?
-What do you mean "why"?
-Finn dumped you.
-I wouldn't say "dumped" per se...Finn and I are on a temporary break.
-You're broken up.
-Don't remind me!! (sobs)
-This is what brings me to the topic of our meeting.
Ladies? We've become pathetic.
-What do you mean?
-Think about it. All we do all day long is obsess over our boyfriends.
-Artie has cute glasses. He reminds me of a turtle.
-Quinn, we are simply in love. I wouldn't go as far as saying we're obsessed.
-Really? Need I remind you of what you were doing last night?
(stalker music)
-Rachel? Is that you?
-I-I...that was--
-Pathetic? I know.
-I'm not obsessed with Mike!
-You are with his abs.
-They're so perfect...and so Asian.
-And what about you Brittany? Have you completely forgotten about your best friend?
-S'up, Britts?
-Do I know you?
-Brittany, it's me...Santana?
-You're best friend?
-Hey, look there's Artie!
Bye Helga!
-It's...Santana...
-Well, Ms. Perfect? What about you and Sam?
-I'm not obsessed with Sam.
-Oh, please!
-No!
I don't want a boyfriend! I'm independent and I want to stay that way!
I don't need you! We are not gonna date!
So our next day will be at the movies on Friday. Pick me up at seven don't be late.
-Well, she did whole out for half an episode.
-That's impressive.
-It's pathetic!
-Okay, fine! We're all pathetic. Even me.
-Well, that stops today.
We don't need men, ladies. Our characters can develop without the help of our boyfriends.
-Yeah! We need to change and with hope change is what we're going to do.
-Oh my God. Are you President Obama?
-What?
-Are you like in disguise? 'Cause if you are it's a really good costume.
-Brittany, that's not Obama. That's Tina.
-That's what he wants us to think.
-We're going to show this high school that girls need not to be co-dependent on their boyfriends.
We can have a story line that doesn't revolve around them.
We are independent! Are you ladies with me?
-Amen.
-Um, girls?
-Sam looks so cute. I wonder if he's been practicing on his Prom King's acceptance speech.
-Finn looks so adorable! He's gonna look so charming in the tuxedo I pick out for him on our wedding day.
Which takes place in five years, three weeks, and twenty days from now.
-Abs, abs, abs, abs...
-I wonder how fast his wheelchair can go on roller coaster track...with me on his lap. That would be super hot.
-Um, girls? Are you okay?
-Rachel? What's going on?
-Be my baby daddy!
-Hi, Mercedes!
-Tater tots.
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