Oh, this is bull! Finn, Mike, Matt… Come with me." And with that, the boys were ready to follow Puck's lead.
"Right on. It's time for less talking, and more punching" Finn chimed in. But before they got to the door, they were intercepted by Mr Schuester.
"Hey, what's going on?"
"The Neanderthals were just on their way to commit murder" Mercedes answered.
"What? Why?"
"Vocal Adrenaline turned Rachel into an omelet, Mr Schu. We can't let them get away with it" Kurt explained calmly.
"Guys, violence is never the answer" he reasoned.
Puck stepped forward and tried to get around the teacher. "Oh, it is when the question is 'what's the best way to mess up that Jesse kid's face?"
"Alright" Will said, pushing Puck back into the room. "All of you sit down. You're not doing this." There was a lot of grumbling and muttered profanity, but ultimately everyone was back in their seats and order was restored in the choir room. At least for the moment.
"We have to do something" pointed out Finn, who was staring at Rachel, with acute sympathy.
"Well, while I don't condone you beating anyone up, or slashing their tires…" Will glared pointedly at Finn and Puck. Finn looked quickly away, as opposed to Puck, who merely shrugged. "I agree that something needs to be done. I know, why don't you fork the football field?"
"Lame!" came a chorus of voices.
"Uh, ok. Let's see what you all come up with then…"
"We could put turtles in their pool." Puck suggested.
Rachel gasped. "No! That is cruelty to animals, Noah! Chlorine could make them sick."
"And they might drown!" Brittany exclaimed, completely horrified.
Kurt looked at Brittany like she was from another planet for a moment, before continuing to burst Puck's bubble. "Besides, do any of Vocal Adrenaline even swim? It hardly seems to be an option. Next?"
"We could put something gross in the air vents. Like tuna? Cheese maybe?" Santana piped up.
"Too risky" Finn nixed the idea. "It'd take too much time."
"Cellophane under the toilet seats!" Artie said, way too enthusiastically.
"Same problem" Puck pointed out. "It does have a certain appeal though" he smirked.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "And we just know you're saving that for some other time… So, we got nothing'?"
"I don't hear you coming up with anything better" Puck bristled.
Just then, Quinn walked through the door. "Sorry I'm late. I had a doctor's appointment" she explained, rubbing a hand across her belly to assist in making her point.
"No problem. We were just about to try and come up with some ideas for regionals" Will informed her. "Have a seat."
Later that day…
Jesse St James walked to his reserved spot in the Carmel High parking lot. He always left his car unlocked, I mean why bother with the key? He was king of the friggin' school! Which is why he was so damn surprised when thousands of nice, sticky marsh mallows tumbled out, as he opened his car door.
He never left it unlocked after that.