Maiden- I can contain it no longer! I want to see Sebastian fry! The last episode only added fuel to the fire, seeing him slushie Blaine. That meerkat wannabe Warbler deserves everything the Gleeks are gonna dish out! Just so you know, this is the missing scenes from 'Michael'. With the addition to mine and Emma's Ocs. They're featured in our joint fic, 'Find Your Own Glee' located on 3OfAKind's profile.
Smooth Criminal
And the whole world has to answer right now
just to tell you once again,
who's bad
Adrenaline was high, having just bested the Warblers in a Jackson off. But no one was prepared for what came next. Blaine was the only one who saw Sebastian reach into a paper bag, producing what had become a death threat for the New Directions. Hazel eyes saw the murderous flash in the head Warbler's eyes. Only one thing ran through Blaine's mind at that point. Save Kurt. He immediately threw himself between the red substance and his boyfriend.
A little ice and food coloring shouldn't have been a problem. But everyone was mistaken. Blaine crumpled to the ground in a fit of screams and moans. Kurt was by his side instantly, trying to wipe away the sludge. A flash of black was the last thing the head Warbler saw before he was pinned against the nearest support beam.
"What the fuck is your problem!" Santana screamed, grabbing Sebastian by his collar. The Latina's eyes were ablaze, anger pouring from her every fiber. "What was in that slushie!"
She gained no response, being pried off by Puck and Sam.
"Get the hell outta here." Artie spat, rolling up to Sebastian. He merely smirked before walking away, motioning for his team to follow him.
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Kurt's eyes were blank and emotionless, staring at the floor of Lima Memorial. He was living out something straight out of his nightmares. Blaine had always been his rock, his protector, his gay Yoda. And now, the curly haired tenor was in the hospital because of him. He was startled out of his thoughts by a small hand on his shoulder. Gray blue eyes looked up to see two girls. The one with her hand on his shoulder was tall, blonde and had warm hazel eyes. The second girl was much smaller, brunette and eyes that were a mix of silver and navy.
"What are you guys doing here?" Kurt asked when he found his voice.
"You don't need to be here by yourself, Porcelain." the blonde spoke, her natural southern drawl somewhat comforting to the countertenor.
"What she means is the others sent us to check on you." the brunette clarified, moving to sit on the other side of Kurt so the blonde was on his opposite side.
"Thanks, girls." Kurt whispered, grabbing both their hands and gripping tightly. He thanked any higher deity out there for these girls.
"That slushie was meant for me..." Kurt spoke a few minutes later.
"I know, darlin'." chimed a southern accent. The blonde girl to Kurt's left rubbed soothingly along his back, trying to calm him down. "But Blaine wouldn't be much of a boyfriend if he didn't try to keep you safe."
"That's not the point, Avery." Kurt sighed. "Sebastian has had it out for me since the second we met. He wants Blaine and he's not gonna stop until he breaks us up."
"But that won't happen." The small brunette spoke up. "You and Blaine belong together. And some Warbler bastard won't change that...besides I'm sure I could make a call to Puck and have him permanently taken care of."
"DJ that won't solve anything." Avery scolded her sister.
"But It'll make me feel better." DJ pouted.
"Anderson?"
The three performers stood as a doctor approached them.
"Blaine's right eye has suffered the most damage. His cornea is deeply scratched and needs surgery to correct."
"W-will he be able to see?" Kurt asked softly.
"I want to say yes, but you never know how these things go."
"Can we at least see him?" Avery asked, linking her arm with Kurt's.
"Are you family?"
"Yes. I'm his half sister and DJ is his cousin. Kurt here is his fiance."
Avery's lie was soo smoothly executed, Kurt almost believed her for a second. The doctor nodded and showed them to Blaine's room. Since it was his right eye, Blaine couldn't use his peripheral vision to see Kurt, Avery and DJ enter the room. He was nearly scared out his skin when Kurt's hand touched his.
"It's only me, sweetheart." he countertenor spoke softly, smiling somewhat sadly.
"Are you alright? Did Sebastian get you?"
"I'm fine, you idiot. Don't ever do that again."
"I can't promise that. If you're ever in trouble, and I can help you, I'll gladly take a thousand slushies just like this one to keep you safe."
"That's soo sweet it's almost making me sick." Avery spoke from across the room. Her sister giggling by her side.
"You're just jealous." Blaine snickered, pulling Kurt closer to him.
"While I admit you two are insanely hot, short hobbits and frilly countertenors aren't my type."
Avery stuck her tongue out at the two lovers, earning one back from Kurt. Even though the girls hadn't been at McKinley long, they were already accepted into the New Directions as part of the family. Avery and DJ were step sisters who moved to Lima from Nashville when their parents got married. They easily bonded with Kurt and Blaine. Secretly having a fetish for gay men.
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"What was in that Slushie!" Santana screeched, having just bested the Warbler captain. MJ was one of her personal specialties, so they're was no way in hell some high class brat was gonna beat her.
"Rock salt." Sebastian replied with a smirk.
"Do you realize that Blaine my loose an eye thanks to your meerkat ass?"
"Too bad...he was pretty. But he shouldn't have gotten in the way. That slushie was meant for Kurt." Another warbler handed the evil twit another red iced drink. "Just like this one is meant for you." he went to throw it in Santana's face, but she stepped aside just in time, letting it hit the floor in a sticky mess.
"Looks like the jokes on you, Sebastard. Oh, and if Blaine is permanently doomed to see in only two dimensions, your ass will fry."
"Oh? And just who are you to threaten me?"
"A girl who grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Who practically invented revenge."
Santana had many of the Warblers frozen in fear as she made her way to leave. Sebastian, however, only stood staring at her slowly disappearance form.
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"You better be glad my dad is the state senator or else we never would've gotten you home with your parents in Washington."
Blaine mumbled out a thank you to his boyfriend who was currently dragging him up the stairs of the Anderson house. The curly haired boy was loopy on the pain medication the doctors gave him before he was released so talking was pretty much impossible. With help from Avery and DJ, Kurt was able to maneuver his boyfriend into his bed. The second Blaine's head hit the pillow, he was out.
"It was rock salt..." Avery whispered, glancing down at her phone.
"What?" Kurt asked, baffled.
"I just got a text from Santana. She was able to get Sebastian to confess what he did to that slushie. It was rock salt."
"Why that...! Ugh, excuse me, I have to make a call." Kurt stepped out of Blaine's room, pulling out his phone and dialing a familiar number.
"Hey, Wes? It's Kurt."
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"How dare you!" Wes threw open the doors to the Warbler hall, startling the boys. "I thought you all better than this."
"Excuse me, but who are you?" Sebastian asked with a leer.
"Wes Montgomery, former head Warbler. And I presume you are the scum they replaced me with?"
"Just who are you calling scum?"
"The bastard that hurt my best friend." Wes's eyes were locked on those of Sebastian's. The other Warblers seemed to shrink back into their seats, clearly terrified of what their former captain would do to them. "And as for the rest of you..." Wes turned to the petrified boys. "How dare you all go along with what this idiot did? I thought Kurt and Blaine meant more to you than that...They considered you all friends, but not anymore. From this moment on, none of you are to have any contact with them what so ever. And as for you, Smythe, you are hereby stripped of your title."
"You have no authority over me."
"Oh contrare. Every past leader can relieve any current leader from office if they're deemed unfit. I've already spoken to your headmaster and he's agreed. The Warblers are put on probation for the next two months. Meaning any performance up to Nationals is invalid."
"You can't do this!" Sebastian shrieked.
"My father is on Dalton's board of directors. He heard about your little stunt and was the first to suggest your expulsion. But, because Kurt and Blaine both want you to be able to perform at Nationals, just to see you fry, the board decided against it. But I would watch my back if I were you."
Maiden- That's all for now, folks. I will make a second chapter, showing the Warblers being owned by New Directions with Black or White. Reviews make Sebastian burn in hell ;)