Chapter Eleven: The High Road

Gleeverse

Santana herded the club to the choir room, "Before Mr. Schue gets here, come on." She stood by the door ushering people in. "Brittany, lock the door," she glanced over her shoulder at her girlfriend.

"I don't know how to do that," Brittany said.

Zoey headed over to the other door, which connected to Mr. Schue's office, "I'll do it."

"Um what's going on?" Rachel asked as everyone sat down.

"We've got the Warblers right where we want them," Santana said, closing and locking the hallway they had all just come in through, "And because he's the smoothest criminal I know, Artie was able to find a spy store that sells top secret surveillance equipment."

"Not top secret," Artie clarified. "I just got a tape recorder from OfficeMax."

"Okay, okay, whatever," Santana said, reaching into her jacket pocket, "In any case I taped it to my underboob when Zoey and I went to Dalton. I got Sebastian on tape admitting that there was rock salt in that slushie that blinded Blaine," she said smugly. "Now, all we have to do is send this tape to the po-po, and that little bitchlet is headed to juvie." She flipped the switch on the recorder replaying her conversation with Sebastian.

"No, no," Kurt said, "we're not doing that."

"Why? Kurt this isn't violent, it's clever. I taped it to my underboob."

"So he gets kicked out of school, what will that do?" He got up, "The Warblers still do Michael, and they still beat us. Look, I want to see Sebastian's head turning on a spit, but I've realized you can't go looking for trouble and believe me when I say it only gets you hurt. Payback isn't always the best choice every time the world wrongs you. If Michael went after all the haters, he never would have had any time to do all that amazing music. So we're not going to punish the Warblers. We're going to teach them a lesson, and I think I know how. I've reserved the auditorium, so if you'll all just follow me."

Santana watched bitterly as the Warblers left the auditorium. She turned to her teammates, hands on her hips, "I can't believe you gave him that tape!" Santana exclaimed, "Do you know what I went through to get that?"

Kurt shook his head, smirking. "Oh don't worry," he said darkly, "I made another copy while I was waiting for them to turn up. If Sebastian does anything… unsavory… I can show him this," he held up his phone and turned on the recording.

"Now, why don't you tell me what you put in that slushie!" Santana's slightly muffled voice came from the phone.

The Sebastian's confession, "Rock salt."

Kurt switched off the phone, pocketing it. "You didn't really think I'd let him get away with that and give him all the evidence, did you?"

Sorry its so short. I put this story aside for a while, but I'm starting to get the feel of it back so expect better chapters soon.