"I-22," Santana said, enjoying her perch atop the couch above the others on the floor.
"Yes!" Mike threw up his arms in a celebratory manner and reached for a red marker. He struggled with picking up the flat plastic object for a while, then placed in on the board in front of him. "Only one to go!"
"If I didn't love you so much, I'd punch you," Tina half-joked, staring forlornly at her 90% uncovered board.
"If you punched me, you'd have to kiss me to heal the bruise," Mike joked, lower lip sticking out.
"Enough with the fluff!" Santana snapped, getting ready to read the next number.
"That rhymes," muttered Blaine.
"Shut up, hobbit… B-7."
"Haha! I've only got two to go in this row!" Puck said, reaching over Quinn to reach the container of markers. He accidently hit her breast on the way.
"Watch it!" she snapped.
"Sorry!" he said, placing the marker on his board and rolling his eyes.
Kurt sighed. "I haven't gotten any! Just my luck…nothing ever works out for me! Don't look at me like that Blaine. Fine. You worked out."
Blaine smiled like he had just received a bucket of candy. Kurt thought for a moment.
"You know Blaine…if you really wanted to "work out" for me, you could give me your board…"
Blaine immediately grabbed his half-full board and pulled it closer to him. "No!"
"What's next?" Lauren half-shouted impatiently at Santana.
"Calm your tits, girl. "
"Calm your fake tits, Satan."
"Girls! No fighting!" said Rachel, sounding very much like a teacher.
"STAY OUT OF THIS!" both Lauren and Santana shouted.
"Seriously, don't fight guys. We're supposed to be having fun - and don't yell at my girlfriend." Finn said, putting his arm around Rachel, who smiled.
"Whatever, moobs." Santana sighed. "I-1."
"How did you win, Santana? You're not even playing!" said Puck.
"Not I W-O-N, you dolt! Column I, number 1!
"Oh."
"BINGO!" Mike shouted, standing up to tower above around else. Everyone groaned as Mike took a flourished-filled bow.
"Not fair! I was two away!" Puck lamented.
"At least you had some," said Kurt.
"NEW GAME!" shouted Blaine. "Let's play something else!"
Burt walked into the room. "How about you guys take a break for lunch? I made sandwiches."
"SANDWICHES!" all the guys, sans Kurt, ran toward the Hummel's kitchen. The girls and Kurt got up and went toward the kitchen at a slower pace, Brittany whispering,
"Sandwiches we can eat, right? Not the mean ones who perform beach spells?"