A/N: I'M BACK!

After months and months of procrastinating and busyness, I have found time to update the story! This is a shorter chapter, but I will finish up this next week by the end of the week (confusing, huh?). I have the rest of this week and next off, so expect many updates by January 2nd.

Also, I lied. The chapter's theme is not what I originally planned. My apologies to anyone who was expecting a POTO chapter.

Y'all are awesome! Thanks for all the support and love you've been giving! Mwah!

Disclaimer (for this whole week): I do not own any of Lady Gaga's songs. However, I do own the characters, so ha. I win.

Jacob Gonzalez POV:

Gaga.

I double-checked the board just to make sure that my eyes weren't deceiving me. When I was absolutely certain that it was not a mirage induced by the slushie burning my corneas, I squeezed Callum's hand and grinned.

"My hero. Gaga," I whispered to him as he turned to face me.

"I know," Callum whispered back. "How are you going to pick just one song to sing?"

I thought for a moment before saying, "I know exactly which one I wanna sing. With you."

The next day, during Glee club, Mr. Schuester called us over to the auditorium. Callum and I stumbled into the theater laughing and sat down in the front row with most of the other members. I noticed several of them were missing, but I assumed that they were either at Cheerios practice or performing. Callum squeezed my hand and looked at me as the lights dimmed and the curtains opened, revealing three girls standing with their backs to the audience.

The music started, and I immediately recognized the song playing. I cursed whoever had the idea to sing this song because it was the same one I had wanted to sing with Callum.

Taylor Hummel, the cousin of the legendary Kurt Hummel, started off the song. From the stage mapping, I assumed that she had the lead vocals.

Hey there, sugar baby

Saw you twice at the pop show

You taste just like glitter mixed with rock and roll

I like you a lot lot

Think you're really hot hot

I know you think you're special

When we dance real crazy

Glam-aphonic, electronic, disco baby

I like you a lot lot

All we want is hot hot

The other two girls, Briana and Emily, joined in for the chorus, but I could tell why they took backup vocals. Neither of them were strong singers like Taylor was. Man, she could sing. If I were straight, I would be head-over-heels for her. Still, something didn't seem right. My gaydar gave off a faint signal, but I wondered if I was simply mistaken.

Boys boys boys

We like boys in cars

Boys boys boys

Buy us drinks in bars

Boys boys boys

With hairspray and denim

Boys boys boys

We love them!

Oh, oh

Baby is a bad boy

With some retro sneakers

Let's go see The Killers

And make out in the bleachers

I like you a lot lot

Think you're really hot hot

Let's go to the party

Heard our buddy's the DJ

Don't forget my lipstick

I left it in your ashtray

I like you a lot lot

All we want is hot hot

Boys boys boys

We like boys in cars

Boys boys boys

Buy us drinks in bars

Boys boys boys

With hairspray and denim

Boys boys boys

We love them!

The two other Cheerios took this next part while Taylor did some crazy and probably dangerous yet sexy dance moves. I saw most of the guys' eyes nearly pop out of their heads, but Taylor seemed to only be focused on Peyton. She somewhat tilted her head as she realized that she was staring and instead turned to face Ash and winked.

I'm not loose, I like to party

Let's get lost in your Ferrari

Not psychotic or dramatic

I like boys and that is that

Love it when you call me legs

In the morning buy me eggs

Watch your heart when we're together

Boys like you love me forever

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Boys boys boys

We like boys in cars

Boys boys boys

Buy us drinks in bars

Boys boys boys

With hairspray and denim

Boys boys boys

We love them!

Boys boys boys

We like boys in cars

Boys boys boys

Buy us drinks in bars

Boys boys boys

With hairspray and denim

Boys boys boys

We love them!

Boys boys boys

We like boys in cars

Boys boys boys

Buy us drinks in bars

Boys boys boys

With hairspray and denim

Boys boys boys

We love them!

(We love them!)

Everybody in the room clapped as the girls finished their song and posed. Mr. Schuester, after allowing adequate time for applause, motioned for the ladies to get off the stage as he climbed the stairs and stood in the center.

"Well, looks like we have some stiff competition here," he said, not realizing the accidental pun he'd made. "It's gonna be a challenge for the rest of you to top this."

Challenge accepted.