Chapter Eleven
A/N: I OWN NOTHING!
Teddy walked in and instantly looked for someone who looked as if they worked there.
"Sir?" someone asked.
"Ah yeah," Teddy said rubbing the back of his neck. "Tampons?"
The girl giggled and Teddy wished he hadn't asked. Luckily she directed him to the location and he picked up the pink box with care.
"Two dollars," the girl at the cash register said. She giggled as well as Teddy paid.
"Where's Vic when you need her?" Teddy muttered as he flagged down Finn. Apparently, Puck didn't get the honor of picking him back up. He was just lucky that Finn was there at all.
"So dude," Finn said as he drove, "what's your dad like?"
Teddy shrugged, and then it hit him! Finn would understand, wouldn't he? He may have been an idiot and a hypocrite—alright so they had some issues—but maybe he could amend all that. After all, Finn had been one of the first members of Glee to defend him and if Teddy didn't tell anyone then he'd crack.
"Hey Finn," he said.
"Yeah John?" Finn asked, pulling over to the side so he could look at the other boy. Teddy sighed.
"The guy…who talked to Mr. Schue? He's not my dad. He's some dude I paid to act as my dad."
Finn looked at him in shock. "Then where's your dad?" Finn asked.
Teddy looked down as tears started to well once more in his eyes. "He—he's dead," he said in almost a whisper.
"Oh," Finn said and Teddy could see him look out the other window as to give him time to dry his eyes.
"I never knew him," Teddy shrugged.
"So it's just you and your mom?" Finn asked. "I mean that's cool. That's what life was like with me and my mom before mom met Kurt's dad."
Teddy chuckled. Trust Finn to cheer him up somehow even if he didn't know why.
"Yeah, it's just me and my mom," Teddy lied through his teeth. Finn smiled and gripped Teddy's shoulder.
"So how are we going to beat the Warblers?" Teddy asked and the conversation steered out of the mushy territory it was in.
"I'm thinking…false thinking," Finn said, proving that he had a brain after all—even if he didn't use it all that often.
"You mean plant a false trail?" Teddy asked. "With what though?
Finn thought for a moment and then his face lit up as if he had an idea.
"Michael!"
Teddy stared at him blankly. "Who?"
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It was clear that Teddy was the only one in Glee who did not know who Michael Jackson was.
"Homeboy have you been living under a rock?" Mercedes asked the next Glee meeting when Finn suggested the false trail.
"No, I just don't listen to that much music," Teddy shrugged. "So we do the false trail and then what? Hope they fall for it?"
"No, we've got to act like we're defending it," Kurt said with a grin. Teddy saw Blaine grimace.
"Once a Warbler, always a Warbler," Puck teased Blaine, having saw the grimace as well. "Come on man. It's all fun and games."
"Until someone loses an eye," Teddy shot back, having heard that saying a time or forty.
"But how do we plant it?" Brittney asked. Teddy turned to Blaine.
"That's where our good friend Mr. Anderson comes in," he said with a smirk. Those Warblers won't know what hit them. The next practice, Blaine came in and said he told Sebastian.
"How often do you two talk?" Kurt asked.
"Okay, we can have the jealous spat later," Teddy said, brushing the soon to be full argument aside. "So you think he fell for it?"
"Well seeing as he just told us," Rachel said as she walked in to the room "yesterday when we were having coffee that he switched the set list to Michael, I think he most defiantly fell for it. May I just say that I think you're being slightly insane about all of this?"
"Great," Puck grinned but Finn and Teddy kept their faces straight. They also ignored the insane comment. Coming from Rachel, that was a little rich. Kurt had told Teddy one time at lunch all about the history of the club—and the misdeeds of all its members.
"We have to fight for it now," Santana said. She hadn't been happy at the idea of giving up their plan of making Finn miserable but forgot about that when Teddy told her about their plan to humiliate the Warblers. Making someone miserable was her forte after all.
"Keep up the rouse," Teddy nodded.
"What did you have in mind John?" Mr. Schue asked in curiosity. Teddy motioned for the group to lean in and smirked as he told him his plan.
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Okay, so his plan did not include Blaine getting hit with a slushie. Let's just get that fact down right now. The plan was to intimidate the enemy, not get a fellow Gleek hurt. Watching as his friend laid on the floor in pain, something in Teddy snapped.
"OI!" he called after the retreating Warbler. If there was anything that Teddy held sacred, it was loyalty. Puck had teased Blaine about being a Warbler but Teddy could understand the other boy's loyalty to his friends.
"John!" Artie warned and it took both Sam and Puck to hold him back. Even with the two boys, Teddy almost broke free.
"We've got to get him to a hospital," Kurt said, his voice shaky as Rachel wrapped an arm around him in comfort.
"Come on," Mike led the way. Teddy was seething the entire time, which explained why he was snapping at people the next day.
"What do you mean you knew about the slushies?" Teddy almost yelled at Mr. Schue.
"It's just something that occurs at McKinley," the teacher explained. Teddy growled but then smirked—causing Rory and Finn to jump at the mood change. Teddy didn't care.
"Should we back off?" Tina asked. "I mean, Blaine got hurt during this. He'll need surgery!"
Teddy shook his head.
"No," he said, his eyes narrowed. "Blaine got hurt. They hurt one of us. This got personal."
Puck smirked and leaned down to high-five Teddy. "So when are we pounding the paste out of those private school jack asses?"
"You don't," Mr. Schue said. "We should work at Regionals instead."
Teddy looked at Mr. Schue in shock. How could they not go and defend Blaine? There was no way a regular slushie could have done that to Blaine.
"Mr. Schue, they hurt Blaine," Sam protested. "We've got to do something!"
The curly haired teacher shook his head and turned to the magical one-word bearing whiteboard.
"When you want something done right," Teddy muttered as he left the room, "do it yourself."
In his bag, he carried some WWW products. Apperating away, he arrived in front of Dalton.
"Thank Merlin for Blaine and his directions," he muttered as he set up in an empty auditorium. First of all, the fireworks were placed on a timer. Puking Pastels and Nosebleed Nougats were placed in a candy tray.
"Let the show begin," he muttered as he climbed out the window. The smug Warbler opened the door and Teddy had to hold himself back from attacking him on spot. Blaine was loyal to him, therefore he was loyal to Blaine.
"So what are we going to perform when we face New Directions?" a fat Warbler asked. He sounded sassy, so in his head, Teddy named him the Sassy Fat Warbler.
"HOLY SHIT!" one of them shouted and Teddy jumped as the fireworks started. As that occurred, other Warblers were either throwing up or trying to stem nosebleeds. Teddy wasn't cruel. He had supplied the means to stop them. He also took pictures to send to Vic.
"That's how you humiliate someone," he muttered as he apperated back to his place. Santana had cheer practice so she was still at school. Teddy plopped on the couch and instantly fell asleep.
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Waking up at about seven at night, Teddy groaned as he sat up. Santana was standing over him.
"What is it with you and sleeping on the couch?" she asked. "You have a bed."
"I dunno," Teddy shrugged. "How was cheer?"
"Brutal," Santana said. "Sue managed to get it into her head that she wants a baby so we had to do a routine base on her impending motherhood. Three girls left practice with broken legs."
Teddy halted as he got to get a glass of water. "Did you just say that your cheer coach wants to be a mother?"
"Yeah," Santana nodded. "Odd huh?"
Face palming, Teddy wondered who he could bribe to convince the cheer coach to not have a kid. She was insane enough without the hormones. Don't ask how he knew about that. Then he shrugged. It didn't matter to him.
"So want to see the mayhem I caused in the Warblers' chorus room?" he asked and Santana grinned.
"I have trained you well," she said with a smirk. "Now let me see the pics."
Teddy tossed her the envelope, and they shared a laugh that kept their faces smiling the entire school day. Scratch that, they were still smiling a week later.
"Kurt?" Teddy asked when the smaller boy bumped into him. "What's your hurry?"
"Oh sorry John," he said. "I've got to find Rachel."
"She's at her locker," Teddy said and Kurt thanked him before running off. Teddy sighed. He already had Vic mail him a fake admissions letter from Oxford just so it wouldn't look odd that he would be the only non-senior not going to college. He got to the room, only to find Quinn singing.
"What's going on?" he whispered to Rory, and the other boy shushed him. Then Quinn started to talk.
"Congrats!" Teddy said with a grin when the blonde said that she got into Yale. He didn't know what that was, but he could tell it was good.
"Thanks John," she said with a smile. Teddy grinned back and got up when Schue dismissed them. The grin slid off of his face when two other football players got him with a slushie.
"I'm going to get sick one of these days," he muttered as he dried himself off in the boys' room. He never used magic if he could help it. That changed the next day. He was walking with Puck to Spanish when it happened. A wall of people surrounded them.
"What the—" he gasped but Puck didn't even blink.
"Mob slushie," he muttered to Teddy out of the corner of his mouth. "Be prepared. It gets pretty ugly."
Teddy narrowed his eyes. One slushie he could handle, maybe not after what happened to Blaine but that was not normal. Mob slushies on the other hand called for some reinforcements. He sighed in relief as he felt his wand in his hand for the first time in a long time.
"Ready for your shower geeks?" a tallish boy—smaller than Finn though—sneered. Teddy surmised that he had to be the leader. Either that, or some idiot follower who thought he was being cool.
Wait for it, Teddy thought. He had to time this perfectly if he wanted to stop the slushie.
"Now!" the boy yelled and just as the mob released their slushies, Teddy shot up a shield charm. Now normally Teddy was too annoyed or scared to bring up a strong shield but he was focused now.
"Wha—" the boy gasped as the slushies just stopped mid-air. One look at Teddy and they all ran away.
"I'm walking to class with you from now on," Puck said as they walked into Spanish. "How'd you do it?"
"What do you mean?" Teddy asked.
"Make those slushies stop in mid-air," Puck replied. Teddy gave Puck a confused look but knew if the mohawked boy had been paying attention he would have seen Teddy's lips move in the same pattern as the spell.
"Maybe you got some in your eye Puck," Teddy told him. "I didn't see a thing."
Puck gave him a look and Teddy knew that Santana, Rachel and Finn had another member of the 'Bug John until he cracks' club.