New Girl

Chapter 24: Girls vs. Boys

(Natalie's p.o.v)
Mr. Schue walks up to the board and grabs a marker. "This lesson," he uncaps the marker. "Is boys versus girls!"

"You can get together as a group and choose a song. Together." Mr. Schue looks at Santana and then Rachel. "Also! It has to be a mashup."

"Alright, men." Artie wheels to the front. "Let's meet up at my place tonight to come up with the best mashup ever!"

The men grunt and yell in agreement. I see Kurt roll his eyes in disgust then mouth 'help' to me. I laugh at him and mouth back 'ha ha'.

He narrows his eyes playfully and looks away. "Ladies!" Rachel shouts. "Come to my house tonight and we'll come up with even better songs!"

The bell rings and we all get up to leave. Tina and Mercedes walk out next to me.

Rachel comes speeding up next to us and starts talking. "Hey guys! Well, I have some great ideas for the mashup. How about... maybe something from... Wicked!

"Yes! Absolutely genius! Wicked is perfect." Rachel finishes.

Santana walks up. "No definitely not. We're not gonna let you choose all by yourself, Berry. Plus, we would totally lose if we did that."

Tina nodded in agreement. So did Mercedes.

Rachel turned to me hopefully. "Well, Natalie agrees with me, right?"

I cringed. "Um, well, about that...."

Santana cut in. "What she means is, she thinks that's a horrible idea and hell to the no."

"That's my line." Mercedes mutters under her breath.

Rachel looked hurt. "Fine. See you guys." She turned around and left quickly.

"I feel bad. That was kinda rude." I said.

"Oh, who cares." Santana says, annoyed. "She deserves it."

Tina, Mercedes and Santana silently walk away, leaving me standing all by myself in the hallway.
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(Kurt's p.o.v)

It's after school and I'm officially losing my mind.

All of the boys showed up at Artie's house and started watching football and talking about girls and other things I don't care for.

"Can we please choose our songs already?" I ask over the noise of the TV.

"One second, Kurt. It's almost half-time." Finn says, eyes never leaving the television.

I roll my eyes and pull out my magazine that I was storing, particularly for this moment.

My gaze lands on Blaine who is probably the only thing keeping me sane at the moment.

His hand is resting on my leg and is moving back and forth in a comforting motion.

It's nice having Blaine here although he isn't really paying attention. His eyes are focused on the TV, too.

I was officially running out of patience. I groaned quite loudly to gain everyone's attention. "I've waited long enough." I complained.

"Shh! Kurt, we're trying to watch the game!" Puck whined.

I huffed and stood up, causing Blaine's hand to fall into his lap. He looked up at me, concerned.

I walked over to find the remote and frustratingly turned off the TV.

Groans of protests greeted my action.

"Kurt!"

"You suck."