New Girl

Chapter 22: "Preparing"

(Natalie's p.o.v)
Mr. Schuester walks in the room and the clubs' loud chatter dies down. "Guys, regionals are coming up and we need to get to work!" he says, excitedly.

The club cheers. "I have some ideas for who will perform." he says.

Rachel stands up and beams at him. "I thank you in advance for the solo." she says cheerily then sits down.

"Actually Rachel," Mr. Schue starts. "I wasn't going to give you a solo this time."

Rachel's mouth drops open, almost comically. Quiet laughter ripples around the room. A small laugh escapes me before I put my hand over my mouth.

"Ugh!" Rachel rolls her eyes and Finn puts a hand on her thigh to comfort her.

"Anyways," Mr. Schue says. "I was thinking of a duet with Natalie and Artie. Judging from our last assignment, your guys' voices go well together."

I grin at Artie who fist pumps the air.

"I actually was planning on giving Santana a solo." Mr. Schue smiles at her.

Santana smiles back and nods. "Good call, Mr. Schue. If I sing, we have a guaranteed win."

Rachel scoffs. "I can't believe you would give a solo to Santana." She says her name like its poisonous.

"No one compares to my talent." Rachel says.

"Oh, Berry. That reindeer on your ugly sweater has more talent than you." Santana smirks.

Rachel gasps, way too over dramatically. "How dare you! Well, Santana, you're really-"

Rachel is cut off by Mr. Schue. "Okay, okay! Ladies! Focus."

Mr. Schue continues talking. "I'm still trying to decide who will sing the last song."

"I can." came a voice from the doorway.
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We all turn our heads to find who spoke. I gasp when I see who it is and glare in disgust.

Blaine notices me tense up and puts his hand on my shoulder. He gives me a confused look.

"It's her." I whisper into his ear, angrily. The Cheerio who Tyler cheated on me with.

He looks at me, understanding what I'm talking about.

She struts into the room, hands on hips, smirking at us all. Tyler follows from behind. He hasn't shown up for a meeting for the past couple weeks.

"And who are you?" Mr. Schue asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Tiffany." she says, snapping her gum loudly in her mouth. Tiffany walks up to Mr. Schue, twirling her Cheerios skirt as she goes.

"Are you here to audition? You have to audition for the club first." he explains.

She rolls her eyes. "Fine. I'll audition. I'm just telling you now, I have the voice of an angel and I will take this loser of a club to victory."

My mouth drops open and I look at the rest of the club to see their expressions similar to mine.

Tyler grins at her and puts his hands on her hips. I roll my eyes.

Mr. Schue coughs. "Go ahead and start whenever you're ready." He slowly moves to the back of the room and sits down.

"Since Tyler is my wonderful boyfriend, what kind of audition would this be without him?" Tiffany says all innocently, glancing at me.

They walk to the center of the room and Tiffany starts.

"Tell me something I need to know,