Fill for Pyroclastic's "One Sentence" Fic Meme Prompt: Sue meets the Warblers.
Sue Sylvester strode into the Warblers' rehearsal room, shoving the door wide à la Aragorn in The Two Towers. They stopped moved, a few of them looking rather silly as they froze mid-dance move at the sight of the intimidating tracksuit-clad figure in the door way.
She zeroed in on Kurt. "Porcelain."
"Coach Sylvester?" he said, breathlessly (he'd been putting a lot of effort into his dance moves. It wasn't because he was scared or anything).
"I have come to bring you back to McKinley High."
"But, I don't wa-"
"You don't have any say in this, Porcelain. Last week, all the Y-chromosome-carrying members of Schuester's pathetic Glee club started to imitate America's most annoying teen since Miley Cyrus."
"Not...?" Kurt pulled back, aghast.
"Yes. Justin Bieber Fever has infected the sanctuary that is McKinley High. If we are to stop this blight before it rampages through the entire student body we need you."
"Oh my..."
"And it gets worse."
Kurt looked at her with an inquisitive yet apprehensive expression on his face.
"Those without Y-chromosomes have started to dress like Rachel Berry."
Kurt tottered. One of the Warblers grabbed a wooden chair and placed it behind him. Kurt fell onto it with a thunk. "Oh God... no..." he whispered, hardly able to comprehend the horror.
"Exactly. So pack your bags, you fru-fru lotions and potions, and get your mildly talented white ass back to McKinley."
Kurt nodded, as though in a daze, and rose to his feet. As Kurt started to make his way to the door, Blaine stepped forward.
"Excuse me, Ms ...?"
"Sylvester," Kurt finished for him.
"Ms Sylvester. I'm sure you understand, we're in the middle of a rehearsal for Regionals right now. Kurt can't just-"
Sue interrupted him with, "Now you listen to me, Frodo. Porcelain here is the only kid with enough dress sense and kahones to fix this mess. You don't need him; you all have to wear uniforms that make you look like British children who couldn't make it into Hogwarts. What you lot of preppy mouth-breathers need is a lesson from one Sue Sylvester. But since Porcelain here had to introduce me to you, then I have no interest whatsover in attempting to improve your pathetic lot in this inane competition. Good day to you."
She turned and strode out the room after Kurt.
The Warblers turned to each other and shrugged. Maybe this was just what life was like outside of Dalton's hallowed walls.