Kris's POV
"YOU SNEAKY, TWO-FACED, SON OF A BITCH!" I scream, storming into the room. The two break apart instantly, Nick's eyes wide with shock. "So, you're dating me, and you're kissing her!?"
"Kris, look I-"
"Oh save it. I knew better than to do this, get involoved but no, I decided to give you a chance, and this is what happens. Why the hell would you do this?"
"Look, honestly I-"
"Kris, just face it. You're boring. Ordinary. Nick couldn't possibly just be interested in you. Come on. That's why he's dating ME." McKayla interrupts him.
"What? You're dating both of us?"
"Correction: He's dating me, well at least he is now. Isn't that right, boo?" McKayla turns to Nick, who's been holding her in his arms. He looks at me, sympathetically.
"Yes, I am dating McKayla. I was going to tell you but-"
"You know what? I don't even care. Have fun, you two, obviously nothing that happens here is going change any of that. Oh, and Nick?" He looks up at me.
"Yeah, Kris?"
"You left this in my hand." I hold out my hand. He steps away from McKayla and over to my hand. He looks at it.
"Uh, Kris, there's nothing there." I look down at my hand then back up at him.
"Oh, you're right. You haven't given it to me yet. Well then, I guess I'll get it now." He looks at me, confused, for a second, before a slam my fist into his face. His nose makes a snap! sound and his blood gushes all over my hand. I hold our my hand again and smile.
"Look, there it is. Here you go." I flick my hand towards him, some of his blood flying onto him. I turn, grab my stuff, and leave the room.
I storm down the hall, furious.
Of course he cheated on me.
Of Course.
Of Course he cheated on me with McKayla, of all people. My enemy.
Of course.
"Kris! Kris!" Nick calls down the hall chasing after me, "Just listen-" I slam the glass door to the outside, silencing his calls. Natalie's waiting outside for me in her car.
"Got what you needed?" She asks.
"Yep." I fake a smile and climb into the car. Once I get home, I go upstairs, close my bedroom door, and bury my head in my pillow.
I don't cry. I didn't even really quote-on-quote "love" him. We were just getting started in our relationship.
We hadn't even kissed yet.
But betrayal. That's what hurts the most.
After a few minutes, I sit up and turn on the radio next to my bed. It cracks before picking up the signal.
Oh. How ironic. 'Before he Cheats' by Carrie Underwood is playing.
I begin to sing along.
Blaine's POV
It's obvious as soon as I step into the classroom Monday.
There's tension, and lots of it.
I can sense it immediately.
One thing I notice right off the bat is that Kris and Nick are on opposite sides of the room. I knew they were dating for a few weeks now, but I guess they broke up. What a shame. They were good for each other.
I look at Kris, who sits, arms crossed in her chair. I turn back to Nick and almost gasp in shock.
He has his arm around McKayla.
They're dating? Wow, okay.
That was unexpected.
Oh well. It's not my business if the kids don't tell me about it. So I get started with the lesson.
"Okay, this week's theme is...ALTERNATIVE!" I see Aiden's eyes light up.
"Yes! Oh, Mr. B., I have the perfect song-!" McKayla starts to say.
"You know, McKayla, you say that every week, and sometimes, that's not the case. Not everything you do is 'perfect'." Kris snaps. I step back for a second.
Oh crap. Is something about to go down?
If someone gets hurt, it's gonna be a lot of paperwork...
"And how would you know that? If I recall, you literally just showed up at this school from nowhere, and you don't want to tell us where you came from? Why? Did you come from transitional school or something? Because if you did, I wouldn't have a hard time believing it."
"I did not come from a trans-"
"Really? Because you sure act like delinquent, running around, punching people for no reason-"
"For your information, I-"
"Enough!" I butt into the argument. "Now, I want you to explain why the heck you all are fighting. Last week, you were singing and we getting along well. What changed?"
"It's not a, well, 'appropriate' for some people to hear." McKayla tells me. She leans in closer and loudly whispers. "There was some profanity-"
"McKayla-"
"That's it! You two, my office, NOW. The rest of you, sight read this with Brad." I hand Nick a stack of papers and wave the two girls into my office. I shut the door and they begin to talk at once, making a loud racket.
"Stop stop, one at a time. McKayla-"
"Well, Nick and I, after the performance Friday, were in the choir room, and she comes barging in, shouting profanity, and punches Nick in the face, almost breaking his nose-"
"Oh no, that's not happened. She and Nick were sucking face, while he was dating me, and I confronted him about cheating and-"
"You're just trying to make me seem like the bad guy!"
"Well, you were kissing my boyfriend-"
"You mean, ex-boyfriend-"
"ENOUGH! You two have been at each other's throats since the very beginning, and I'm sick of it. That why this week, you two have to choose and sing a alternative song together."
"What?! You expect me to sing with her? She'll probably kill me and end up going back to trans-"
"For the last time, I am NOT from a trans-"
"Stop it! I hope that this assignment will bring you two closer together. Now, let's join the rest of the club and put this whole argument behind us, okay?" The two glare at each other but nod. I sigh and open the door. McKayla runs over to Nick, wrapping her arm around him, Kris rolling her eyes in disgust.
Well, I tried.
"So Nick cheated on Kris with McKayla, and you want them to pick a song and sing it together, hoping to make them friends? That's such a Mr. Shue thing to do." Artie tells me. I met up with him at the Lima Bean and we decided to have a drink together. I take a sip of my drink and continue the conversation.
"I don't know what to do, they've been fighting since day one. I think this may help."
"Maybe." He takes a sip of his drink. I turn to him, changing the subject.
"So, how's scouting going for your amateur film?" Artie came back to Lima looking for talent. He really wants to put Lima on the map, and if his movie wins the Amateur Contest, it will be.
"So far, lousy. But I'm remaining optimistic. I have one more open audition tomorrow, and then we'll see from there. There are plenty of good girl actors, but I just need a strong, male lead. Any suggestions?"
"Well, though I hate to admit it, Westerville will have plenty of strong, males because of Dalton."
"Oh yeah, I'm sorry about the job, bro-"
"It's cool, besides, now I have the New, New Directions. Maybe it was for the best that Hunter got the job."
"Maybe. Anyway, it's getting late. Let me know how the 'Mr. Shue' plan goes."
"Will do, see ya Artie."
"Bye Blaine."
McKayla's POV
We sit in my gorgeous, clean, shiny, white kitchen. My eyes are on Kris. I took the liberty to remove all the knives, forks, and any other potentially dangerous objects from the entire downstairs. She sits, slouching in her high chair at my counter, arms crossed, looking down. Finally, she looks up at me.
"Are you just gonna sit there and stare at me? Take a picture, it'll last longer-"
"Oh, like I'd want a picture of you-"
"Oh whatever." We sit there before she speaks again. "So, any ideas for our duet?"
"No. You?"
"No."
"Well, that's swell." Then, an Idea hits me. "Kris, what if we sang-"
Blaine's POV
"Okay, Kris, McKayla, show us what you got." I sit down in a chair where the students usually sit. Wow, I actually missed sitting in these chairs.
The two girls face us. McKayla nods to the band and they begin to play. The two sing the intro together. McKayla then sings first verse.
"I'm waking up to ash and dust
I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust
I'm breathing in the chemicals
I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
Whoa
I'm waking up," Then they both come in, Kris with a lower harmony, McKayla with a higher one.
I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive. Then Kris sings lead.
"I raise my flags, don my clothes
It's a revolution, I suppose
We'll paint it red to fit right in
Whoa
I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
Whoa" The two do the same thing for the chorus again and finish. We all applaud.
"Nice job, you two, so, was it really that hard to get along?"
"Yes, actually, it took us a while. But we managed to get along for just a little while." McKayla answers.
"Good. Well, everyone, that's it for today. Have a great weekend, and see you Monday."