A/N: I know I'm not very consistent with this story, I'm sorry. I might make a couple one-shots just to grow as a writer, but this story WILL ALWAYS be my baby.

Chapter 11: Bad

If he had the choice, Ethan wouldn't be in the choir room right now, but the school had called his mom and from her cruise ship somehow managed to inform Ethan of his punishments should he not go back. He sat in an isolated corner, with all his fellow New Directions whispering and stealing glances at him. After his latest attempt to win Santana back via song, he had an epiphany.

SUNDAY AFTERNOON: "Really, Ethan? Brian Adams?"

"Yes, Brian Adams."

"Why, of all people, would you choose Brian Adams?"

"Song is catchy. Oh, and by the way, did it suck when your parents left you Home Alone?"

Sam chuckled, "Okay, that one was pretty good." Sam was driving Ethan back from his house. Sam's dad was a doctor, so Sam had him look at Ethan's leg that morning. They told him that Ethan fell while jogging, because saying "I fell while I was running back from my ex's house after drunkenly singing her a song at midnight," might cause a few problems. It wasn't fractured, but he had sprained his ankle. Ethan agreed, noting that the pain had subsided during the night.

"Well I try." Ethan said, leaning back in his seat and removing his sunglasses to wipe his eyes.

"My point is: you're singing all these songs, it wouldn't hurt to sing a song that people would actually recognize."

"I think I might be done. You know, singing all these songs about forgiveness aren't really panning out like I hoped. Also, I made some news around the school for having sex with Rachel. It couldn't hurt to maybe exploit that."

Sam looked at his friend, "That just…sounds wrong."

"I'm not saying it's a good idea, but maybe it would help me get over Santana, and get a new image while I'm at it."

They reached Ethan's house, and hopped out of the car. Sam leaned against his door, "What do you mean?"

Ethan smiled and did a quick spin, ending with his left hand in the air and his right hand on his crotch. "WHOO!"

WEDNESDAY: He had a plan, and it could help. He called up the Changster, who was always looking for reasons to dance, Sunday night. Mike agreed and suggested that they also put a blonde in addition to the two of them, suddenly the plan was in motion, with the performance today being the endgame.

Mr. Schue walked into the class room, "Alright guys, Sectionals is in a few weeks and I thought that we c.."

"Mr. Schue, I've been gone, and I've been working on something while I was at home. I was wondering if I could perform it. It might help with song selection at Sectionals."

Mr. Schue smiled, "Of course, Ethan. Take it away." He said before sitting in a char between Finn and Tina. Ethan walked to the center of the classroom, and motioned for Mike and Brittany to come up. "They've been helping me with this, so uhh…yeah, they're gonna be up here." Ethan motioned for the band by snapping his fingers.

Your Butt Is Mine
Gonna Tell You Right
Just Show Your Face
In Broad Daylight
I'm Telling You
On How I Feel
Gonna Hurt Your Mind
Don't Shoot To Kill
Come On, Come On,
Get On Me

The trio had been practicing these dance moves over the last few days, and now they were performing them to perfection.

I'm Giving You
On the Count Of Three
To Show Your Stuff
Or Let It Be . . .
I'm Telling You
Just Watch Your Mouth
I Know Your Game
What You're About

Well They Say The Sky's
The Limit
And To Me That's Really True
But My Friend You Have
Seen Nothing
Just Wait 'Til I Get Through . . .

Because I'm Bad, I'm Bad-
Come On
(Bad Bad-Really, Really Bad)
You Know I'm Bad,get on me! come on!
And The Whole World Has To
Answer Right Now
Just To Tell You Once Again,
Who's Bad . . .

We Can Change The World
Tomorrow
This Could Be A Better Place
If You Don't Like What I'm
Sayin'
Then a Won't You Slap My
Face . . .

Because I'm Bad, I'm Bad-
Come On
(Bad Bad-Really, Really Bad)
You Know I'm Bad, I'm Bad-
You Know It
(Bad Bad-Really, Really Bad)
You Know I'm Bad, I'm Bad-
You Know It, You Know
(Bad Bad-Really, Really Bad

And The Whole World Has To
Answer Right Now
Just To Tell You Once Again,
Who's Bad . . .

Ethan ended the song in a Michael Jackson pose. Applause roared from the class, and Ethan allowed himself to glance at Santana. She had a smile on her face, but wiped it off when she noticed Ethan saw it. She scowled at him and turned away. Ethan let it roll off his shoulders. This wasn't about her, this was about him. Mr. Schuester walked up, clapping and a giant grin plastered on his face. "That was fantastic Ethan! So great to have you back." He said to Ethan, who gave him a high five. Ethan gave Mike a hug, "Thanks man, you really helped me out. Ethan then gave Brittany a hug, "Thank you so much!," He said, before lifting the blonde dancer off the ground. Brittany wriggled around in his arms, "Put me down!" She said, completely scared. Ethan obliged and went to sit down between the two of them.

Mr. Schue still had a big grin on his face, "That number has given me an idea for what we need to perform at Sectionals in order to win." He said before picking up a dry-erase marker and writing on the board. Michael Jackson appeared, and Schuester turned around. "We need to perform something from the King of Pop himself in order to win this."

A/N: So that's a little shorter, hopefully enough for ya! I will gladly take donations via Pay-Pal or in Review form, preferably the latter. Also, anything you guys want in future chapters, don't hesitate to ask. Song is, of course, "Bad" by Captain E.O.: Michael Jackson.