AN: just throwing this out there, in case it was not obvious, I do not in any way shape or form own the television show Glee or the characters on it (or Michael Jackson's Bad). I merely have an overactive imagination and a love for words
That night, the New Directions met at a parking garage. Santana did not bother changing out of her Cheerios uniform, merely adding a leather jacket for a darker look. Everyone else had a similar idea as well. Artie exchanging sweaters for a leather jacket, Quinn throwing on a black, printed dress. Blaine, who was standing next to Santana, also put on a leather jacket over his outfit from that day. They were standing alone, planning on confronting the Warblers alone first.
Santana recalled telling everyone, "Listen, they won't be expecting us alone, and they'll get cocky. When you walk into view it'll be much more intimidating- trust me, I have seen enough movies to know this." They had trusted her plan, though Rachel wanted to be the one to confront the Warblers with Blaine, after all she was co-captain. When the Warblers sauntered into view, Sebastian leading them, Santana and Blaine crossed their arms. As soon as Sebastian made a comment about them being alone, Santana held up her right hand and snapped her fingers. Soon, the rest of the New Directions stepped out of the shadows and glared at the Dalton boys. After what was probably a very subtle signal, the Warblers burst into the introductory notes of Michael Jackson's "Bad". Artie rolled to the front of the New Directions and went in on the first words of the song.
Everyone started moving throughout the parking garage as the song went on, eventually each person found a member of the opposite team to "duel". Santana found herself face-to-face with Sebastian. She had to admit, the guy could sing. And he seemed to have the Warblers in order. Every move they made was calculated and in sync. But, she knew the New Directions were better. As they circled each other, she could have sworn his glare had shifted to that stupid smirk he habitually wore. Santana chose to stiffen her gaze and concentrate on the loose choreography Mike and Brittany had mapped out. If the Warblers could be neat and synchronized, they could too.
As the song came to an end, she did not even see the slushie cup that Sebastian was handed. However, she definitely saw Blaine jump in front of Kurt, protecting his boyfriend from the cold ice. When Blaine fell to the ground, yelling in pain, the Warblers looked at each other, shocked. Then, all at once, they ran from the scene, too afraid to see the outcome of their leader's actions.
In a hospital room the next day, Santana was rigid with anger. She had spent the entire night with the glee club at the hospital with Blaine. He was going to be fine, but they were mortified and angered that the Warblers would take such horrific action against them. They were supposed to be stuffy private school kids, but they had proved to be violent. Blaine assured everyone that there must have been some kind of misunderstanding, not wanting to believe his former friends did that to him.
"Anderson, you really need to accept the fact that they turned their back on you", Santana's words seemed to lose their meaning as four Dalton blazers bursted into the hospital room. They were afraid to look him in the eye, and only one of them had the courage to speak.
"We are so sorry Blaine, we didn't know anything was in the slushie. We thought it would be harmless. Please forgive us!", the Warbler, whose name escaped Santana, cried. She almost felt bad. Clearly, Sebastian had put something into the cold drink without telling the other members. She heard Blaine speak to the Warbler. Trent! That was his name, he was the most innocent looking out of all those boys. As they were leaving the hospital, Santana made up her mind. That jackass Sebastian Smythe was going to regret his decisions.
When she suggested revenge, Shuester immediately shut her down. But Artie was clearly affected by the actions, and the glee coach's pep talk was not helping.
"I don't want it to get better, I want it to be better!", he yelled as he rolled out of the room, Mike following him. Later, Santana caught up with Kurt trying to speak with him. She had already spoken with Artie and gotten a tape recorder from him. All she needed was Kurt's approval and she would be on her way to Westerville.
"Look, Hummel, all I need is for you to give me the okay, you do not have to be involved", Santana reasoned with a hesitant Kurt.
"Santana, while I appreciate your loyalty, I don't want any fighting, we will not stoop to his level of immaturity"
Santana groaned in annoyance, "Look at it this way, there is no violence involved, I am just going to get him to admit what was in the slushie. Then, we can figure out what we want to do" Kurt reluctantly agreed and Santana excitedly started plotting ways to get him to confess. When a particularly graphic one entered her mind, she shook her head, hoping to rid the thoughts she did not want to have.
Before heading to Dalton, Santana went home. She took her hair out of its ponytail, brushing though the lines it left her hair with. She changed into a black pencil skirt, paired with a black top and matching blazer. Throwing on black ankle boots with a hell and a fedora, she left her house, feeling the tape recorder against her chest.
AN: And there we have chapter 2, I know I updated like 6 hours ago, but I'm really in a writing mood. Which is funny, considering I have an essay to write and no plans on doing it until Monday night. I hope you all are enjoying this so far- sorry there isn't a lot of dialogue, it is not my strong suit. I am trying to force some in there, as I know so much of a story is in words. But I hope you're liking what I am throwing at you. Yes, it is not exactly like season 3 in dialogue or actions, but I am focusing on new details, not old ones.
