A/N: I'm not really sure what this is… It just popped into my head. Dialogue exercise again! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Me no own Glee.

Warning: Serious Miley Cyrus-bashing.

Finn, Stop. Now.

"Finn?"

"Yeah, Kurt?'

"What are you humming?"

"…"

"...Well?"

"…The way you're glaring at me makes me think I shouldn't answer that."

"Answer me, Finn. What are you humming?"

"'Can't Be Tamed'. You know, by Miley-"

"I know who it's by, Finn. I just want to know why you're humming a song by that untalented thing."

"C'mon, she's not untalented. Plus, she's pretty hot-"

"In a wannabe stripper sort of way. Of course, your straight-male instincts blind you to the fact that Miley Cyrus can't sing."

"Sure she-"

"She caterwauls."

"She…. What? Patter-falls?"

"Ohmigosh, see? Listening to her music is contributing to the decrease in your I.Q."

"Contra- what?"

"Nothing, Finn."

"Oh, okay. You know, you should try singing 'The Climb' as a solo. It would sound really-"

"No."

"No?"

"No. My vocal cords might try to run away."

"…Vocal cords can run?"

"Figure of speech, Finn."

"Oh."

"…"

"…"

"… 'So I put my hands up, playing my song, butterflies fly away…'"

"Finn…"

"'Nodding my head like yeah…'"

"Finn, shut up!"

"'Moving my hips like yeah…'"

"FINN I'M WARNING YOU!"

"'So I put my hands up, playing my song, know I'm gonna be okay…'"

"You're not going to be okay in a few seconds, Finn."

"'YEEE-AAHHH! It's a party in the U.S.A.!'"

"OH DEAR GUCCI YOU SOUND LIKE A DYING WHALE! But you still sounded better than her."

"Dude, harsh."

"Don't call me 'dude'. And are you done now? Hearing those songs make my brain hurt."

"Fine, yeah. I'm done."

"Thank you."

"…"

"…"

"… 'I can't be tamed! I can't be blamed! I can't, can't, can't, I can't be-' Kurt? Are you okay? Kurt, why'd you fall? C'mon, answer me! Wake up! Oh, no."

A/N: It was stupid, I know. But t'was fun to write. Review!