A/N: Song: Do It Like A Dude by Jessie J. Again, I own nothing. Still not even the computer that I typed this on.
The boys now sit in the same places the girls were just minutes ago, chatting and laughing, now in their normal clothes with remnants of their face paint in blotches on their faces.
All of sudden, the girls music is blaring and the curtain rises fast. The girls are in the spot light, posing together on center stage.
They're all wearing flat billed hats with designs by Affliction and Ed Hardy. All wearing baggy pants with chains hanging from their pockets and necks, some are wearing sweat pants, others are jeans or camo and colorful kicks on their feet. Their hands are covered by black felt, fingerless gloves and their bodies are being hugged by tight vests that zip in the front, showing off their cleavage.
The guys stare in bewilderment. They've never seen them look this good. Even Mr. Schuester had to stare, but blinked himself out of the trance.
They all break out into different directions and dance as they begin to sing.
Santana: Stomp stomp I've arrived
Drop the beat, nasty face
Why ya lookin' at me?
Brittany: Flyin', flyin', flyin', flyin' through the sky
In my spaceship
I'm an alien tonight
Quinn: Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty sucka
You think I can't get hurt like you, you mother *BANG*
All: I can do it like a brother
Do it like a dude
Grab my crotch, wear my hat low like you
Do it like a brother
Do it like a dude
Grab my crotch, wear my hat low like you
Santana: We can do it like the men do, men do
We can do it like the men do,
All: Sugar, sugar, sugar
Santana: We can do it like the men do, men do
We can do it like the men do,
All:Sugar, sugar, sugar
Rachel: Boom boom, pull me a beer
No pretty drinks, I'm a guy out here
Mercedes: Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' money like a pimp
My B-I-T-C-H's on my dick like this
Rachel: Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty sucka
You think I can't get hurt like you, you mother *BANG*
All: I can do it like a brother
Do it like a dude
Grab my crotch, wear my hat low like you
Do it like a brother
Do it like a dude
Grab my crotch, wear my hat low like you
Santana: We can do it like the men do, men do
We can do it like the men do,
All: Sugar, sugar, sugar
Santana: We can do it like the men do, men do
We can do it like the men do,
All:Sugar, sugar, sugar
Brittany: Boys, come say what you wanna
Boys, you need to lick my dollar
Boys, gettin' hot under the collar
Holla, holla, woah
Mercedes: Boys, come say what you wanna
Boys, you need to lick my dollar
Boys, gettin' hot under the collar
Holla, holla, woah
I can do it like a brother
Do it like a dude
Grab my crotch, wear my hat low like you
Do it like a brother
Do it like a dude
Grab my crotch, wear my hat low like you
All: We can do it like a brother (Mercedes: Brother)
Do it like a dude (Do it dude)
Grab my crotch, wear my hat low like you (Low like you)
Do it like a brother (Brother)
Do it like a dude (Do it dude)
Grab my crotch, wear my hat low like you (Low like you)
Santana: We can do it like the men do, men do
We can do it like the men do,
All: Sugar, sugar, sugar
Santana: We can do it like the men do, men do
We can do it like the men do,
All:Sugar, sugar, sugar
All: Do it, do it like a dude
Do it, do it low like you
Do it, do it like a dude
Do it, do it like a dude
Ending with a pose and a soft laugh from Brittany, the girls pant from all their dancing. The expressions on the boys' faces are the exact ones the girls wore when they finished their performance.
The girls break their pose and walk down stage to receive their criticisms.
Mr. Schuester clears his throat and stands, "Well, that was quite a performance. From both teams, but I still feel that you guys didn't understand the assignment. At least the way I intended it. Though it seems that you both received the same message. Why did you guys pick this song?"
"Why not? All boys think that girls can't be as good as they are for anything and everything," Says Santana with a bit of annoyance in her voice.
"They demoralize us." "Use us." "Abuse us." "Spread rumors." "Peer pressure." "Push insecurities." "Break our hearts." "Forget birthdays." "Anniversaries."
The insults continue until Mr. Schuester finally has enough, "Stop! You want to put them through that too?"
"They already do," says Finn.
"Okay, you know what? There's no winner. Not if you guys continue bullying each other. The point of Glee is for us to come together," says the teacher.
"Then why do you put us up against each other like this?" asks Quinn.
"I made a mistake….you work it out. I'm done for now," with that, Mr. Schuester storms out the auditorium doors. Leaving the kids to ponder their behaviors.
A/N: Who do you think won? :D Please R&R.