The Hummel Games

Chapter 7- Oh, Brittany...

Competitors:

Unique Adams

Blaine Anderson

Brittany Pierce

Sam Evans

Harmony Pearce

Sebastian Smythe

Sunshine Corazon

Matt Rutherford

Chapter 7: Oh, Brittany...

Matt and Brittany were doing quite well in their hideout on the roof. Matt had recalled Puck finding a secret passage in freshman year. He had mostly used it to spit on unsuspecting students and teachers below, except for that time when the guys had a paper-plane-throwing competition.

Brittany was slowly eating an apple, staring up at the sky.

"What's on your mind, Britt?" Next to Santana and Quinn, Matt was Brittany's best friend. They had kept in touch after Matt's transfer, and had been delighted to see each other again.

The blonde girl glanced at Matt, then back at the sky. "Matt, how do clouds stay up?"

Matt wasn't sure how to answer. He had fallen asleep when they had discussed the water cycle in elementary school, depriving him of that life-changing knowledge. However, he didn't want to admit to Brittany that he didn't know something.

"So, how about them unicorns?"

As Brittany chattered about her favourite mythical creatures, Matt discreetly let out a breath.

Dodged a bullet there.

"Got any fours?"

"Go fish."

Sunshine frowned. Harmony was killing her at this game.

She couldn't understand it. Back in the Phillipines, she'd always beaten her mother at her improvised card games.

Then again, she'd made a rule so that no one over twenty-one could ever win.

Harmony got yet another pair, screaming a triumphant falsetto note. She was sure that if Rachel Berry had heard it, her eyebrows would have bristled with jealousy. From there, it was only a few turns away to a victory.

Sunshine shook her head. "At least I'm a better singer than you," she muttered.

"Excuse me? What was that?"

Crap, she heard that.

"I said, at least I'm a better Asian than you," Sunshine lied. Well, not about the Asian part. Sunshine's a kickass Asian.

"No, you didn't!" Harmony put her hands on her hips. "There's only one way to settle this, diva. Sing-off, right now."

"What are we going to sing?"

"We are going to sing the best Nicki Minaj song ever- and by that, I mean the only Nicki Minaj song that doesn't suck- Starships!"

"Oh, bring it, sistah!"

Because this is Glee, music started playing out of nowhere, and spotlights shone down on the girls, who were now accompanied by a team of attractive male backup dancers.

(I can't copy and paste lyrics here because even if I disclaimed by mentioning I don't own the song, this story would still get deleted. So you're going to have to look up the lyrics yourself. Sorry about that.)

The song finished on both of the girls belting out an ear-blasting note, becoming increasingly louder as they attempted to outdo each other.

The dancers patiently waited, hands over their ears. It was seventeen and a half seconds (one of the guys had a watch) before they gave in and took a deep breath.