Part 11
A few weeks rolled by, a new year began and Mr. Schue got engaged. The gleeks were really happy for his sake. But there had also happened some stuff that only Finn and Rachel knew… and that was that Finn had proposed to Rachel too. She hadn't given him an answer yet but it was okay, he didn't want to push her away by forcing her to do something she wasn't comfortable with.
Mercedes had been forgiven by most members of the glee club and she had told them everything they wanted to know about her and Sam… well she told the girls… Sam told the boys. But Sam was still trying to win her back and it annoyed her to no end.
Kurt and Blaine had been working on getting Wes' friendship back. It wasn't successful at all so far. Blaine had re-joined the Warbler chatroom to ask them for help. They had agreed to let Kurt and Blaine back into the chat because the Warblers still lived after the motto: "Once a Warbler, always a Warbler." Blaine had talked a lot with Thad and Sebastian. He knew there was something up with the two of them, he just didn't know what.
He talked a lot to Sebastian over the phone as well and it was fun. He liked talking to the cocky Warbler that was so out there. Blaine was so excited about the fact that they were having a Michael Jackson week and that they were doing Michael for regionals.
"So how are things at Dalton", Blaine asked while talking to Sebastian over the phone Monday evening, first day of Michael Week.
"Things are good", Sebastian said. "We are rehearsing for regionals and you guys will have to watch out because we are smoking hot and have a show-stopping number."
"Uh huh I believe that when I see it, you won't be able to beat us though."
"How are you so sure?"
"Well I know the Warblers and they always do top 40. But we are not doing top 40."
"What are you doing then?"
"Michael."
There was no answer for a bit.
"Sebastian", Blaine asked confused and looked at his phone. "You still there? Hello?"
"I hope you mean Michael Ball, Michael Crawford, Michael Bublé or George Michael", Sebastian said.
"No silly", Blaine said happily. "Michael Jackson of course!"
"Jackson?"
"Yeah… oh come one just must know who that is."
"Of course I do, what do you take me for Killer?"
"I don't know… a meerkat?"
"Oh ha hardi ha ha", Sebastian said. "Hey look dude I gotta go… Warbler rehearsal. Talk to you later."
"Okay", Blaine said happily. "Talk to you later."
Sebastian ran into the choir room and up to Fred, the rest of the Warblers were hanging around talking.
"Fred we got a big problem", Sebastian said.
"What do you mean?" Fred asked.
"I just got off the phone with Blaine… he told me the ND are doing Michael for regionals too."
"What?!" Fred yelled and flew up. Everyone turned to him. "Seb are you fucking kidding me?!"
"No", Sebastian said. "Blaine told me so himself. He said they are doing Michael for regionals!"
"I hope you mean Michael Ball, Michael Crawford, Michael Bublé or George Michael", David said and walked up to the council table. All Warblers gathered around.
"No", Sebastian said and shook his head. "Jackson."
"But we are doing Michael", Nick said feeling hurt. "We've been rehearsing and planning for weeks! We've told Kurt and Blaine as much! They can't just swoop in and take him!"
"Don't worry", Jeff said. "We are gonna do two songs and I'm pretty sure they won't take the same songs… right?"
"Who knows", Joseph asked. "That's the problem."
"But what happens if we all do Michael", Frank asked and looked at Fred.
"I", he said. "I don't know…"
"The judges will think that one of us are cheating or that we are all working together", Thad said and they looked at him. He was reading through a rule book. "If we perform first the ND can be charged for cheating and vice versa. We can also all be accused of trying to rig the competition by choosing songs by the same artist and therefore be disqualified."
"But that's not fair", Nick said. "We've been working so hard!"
"We need to talk to Mr. Schue", Fred said. "At least warn him because we are going to perform first. I got the letter today saying so. We must tell them that we have been planning on doing Michael since our sectionals and that we don't want the ND to get disqualified."
"Will they believe us", Jeff asked.
"It depends on who'll tell them", David mused.
"Could we get Wes to tell them", Nick asked. "They'd believe him and he knows we said we are doing Michael before the ND had their sectionals."
"Yeah", Sebastian said. "I met him there and told him. But what I think we should try to tell them first and then have Wes try if they don't believe us."
"That's a good idea", Thad said. "Wes is in Lima right now for some reason."
Sebastian knew why. Howard and James had to go to another clinic and needed someone to watch the house while they were gone. Wes volunteered, he had to shoot a few recordings of him doing his assignments though so Sebastian and Wade/Unique had been over a few times to help him.
"Good", Fred said. "So who should tell them?"
"Let me", Thad said. "At least Blaine and Kurt will listen to me."
"I'll go with you", Sebastian offered. "We can go to the Lima Bean tomorrow… Blaine and Kurt are always there."
"Right", Fred said. "Let's solve this in a peaceful way. We are friends for crying out loud."
Sebastian nodded and they broke up the meeting.
The Next day Sebastian and Thad went to the Lima Bean and while they stood in line for their coffee they saw Kurt, Blaine, Santana, Rachel and Artie by a few couches. They were eagerly talking about something. But the two Warblers decided to get their coffee first. Sebastian had promised to let Thad do the talking. Blaine looked around the group.
"Okay", he said. "Favorite Michael Jackson memory, go!"
"When I was one my mom showed me the VHS tape of his Motown special", Artie said happily. "And when he did the moonwalk across the stage for the first time in history I uttered my first words: 'Hot damn'."
"I owe the King of Pop a deep debt of attitude", Kurt said with an almost dreamy look on his face. "He's the first one to pull off the sequined military jacket long before Kurt Hummel made it iconic."
None of them had noticed the two Warblers in line… or the fact that Rachel kept making faces.
"I have to be honest", she said after a bit. "I never really got him."
All her friends stared at her in shock.
"I we are no longer on speaking terms", Artie said.
"No", Rachel hurriedly said. "I think he's an amazing performer but I never really just got what he was about."
"Rachel he is best friends with Liza Minnelli and Liz Taylor", Kurt said looking at her.
"No", Rachel said trying to explain what she meant. "All I'm saying is that I haven't connected with him the way that I have with the likes of Barbara and either of the Stephens."
Artie looked confused and she tried again.
"Sondheim", she said. "Schwartz." He still looked clueless.
"I'd throw this mocha in your face but it's not nearly scalding enough", Santana told her.
"Okay", Rachel said. "But just since you guys are so jazzed about him I think it's a good idea for regionals."
"That might not be the best idea", said Sebastian as he and Thad walked up to them. They had heard what Rachel said.
"Hey Blaine", Sebastian said and smiled his most charming smile. Thad rolled his eyes and elbowed him in the side. "And everybody else." Sebastian added still as charming. Thad just rolled his eyes again.
"Does he live here or something", Kurt asked Blaine, but loud enough for them to here. "Seriously you are always here."
"Well it is a Dalton Academy hangout", Thad teased with a smile. "How are you guys?"
"We're fine short stuff", Santana said.
"Glad to hear it", Thad said. "Now listen-"
"No", Artie said. "You listen, why don't you think it's a good idea for us to do Michael?"
"Because-"
"I wasn't talking to you dwarf I was talking to him", Artie spat and then glared at Sebastian.
"Hey", Sebastian growled. "Don't talk to him like that."
"Smythe it's fine", Thad said gently. "Look we think it is a good idea, I mean after what Max, Oliver and Smythe here said after seeing your Jackson performance at sectionals we know you'll do great. There's just one problem."
"What", Kurt asked.
"We're doing MJ for regionals and then we heard you are doing MJ too", Sebastian said with a charming smile. "And Warblers drew first position. So as soon as I heard what your plan was I told the council and we-"
"Changed your set list to Michael", Santana asked darkly.
"No", Thad said hurriedly. "We planned on doing MJ for our sectionals but after some… circumstances our lead dancer couldn't take part so we had to scratch it and do other stuff instead… we moved those performances to regionals. If you guys also do MJ now-"
"I'm sorry", Rachel cut in. "But how did you hear?"
"Blaine told me yesterday", Sebastian said and smiled gently.
"I may have mentioned it", Blaine said feeling embarrassed.
"How often do you talk", Kurt asked him.
"Oh my God hey Kurt", Sebastian said with a smile. "I didn't recognize you, you were wearing boy clothes for once."
"Sebastian", Thad groaned. "Please stop mocking people!"
"Sorry", Sebastian said.
"Look", Thad said. "We heard what you were planning on doing and came to warn you. We don't want to force you to change your set list and we don't want to change ours… but it leaves us both in danger."
"How", Kurt asked.
"If we do Michael and you do Michael after us you can be accused of cheating, but the judges might also think our two groups are trying to rig the competition to let both groups through, like last year. We might all get disqualified. We don't want that."
"So you want us to change", Santana asked slowly.
"We chose Michael first", Thad said. "We've been practicing for weeks and you decides just now. We want to see you do Michael because it would be amazing but we don't want you to get disqualified."
"And how do we know you aren't just lying to us?" Rachel asked.
"I wouldn't lie to you guys", Thad said and looked at Blaine and Kurt. "You're my friends."
"Huh some friend", Santana said getting up. "You are trying to make us change our set list so that you can use MJ."
"We want to help you out of trouble you will get into if you don't."
"Are you threatening me midget?"
"No!" Thad held his hands up as Santana stalked up to him.
"I don't know you", she said. "For all I know you are a lying piece of shit that can't handle us beating you at regionals because we are better than you."
"Who won nationals last year", Thad asked.
"Okay listen up midget", Santana hissed. "There seem to be only one way to make you get it."
"Santana don't", Kurt hurriedly said and flew up, but too late. Her hand was already swinging. A SLAP echoed around the room and Rachel covered her mouth in horror, Kurt and Blaine also looked terrified and Artie shocked… but Sebastian… Sebastian looked like a storm cloud. Thad grimaced and moved a hand to his cheek… where the bruise had faded a few weeks ago.
"See midget", Santana told him. "That's what you get for lying to my face, for threatening me and for trying to cheat."
"Ask Wes if you don't believe me", Thad groaned out shakily.
"Why? Can't you big boys handle it yourself", Santana taunted. "Do you need your big brother to save you?"
"Santana no", Kurt said, knowing Thad's past with bullies and how he was fragile when it came to that.
"No", Thad said and he was angry now. "But since you refuse to get in through your thick skull that we are trying to help you and are trying to keep you from being disqualified I will turn to him because I know he has a drill strong enough to get through all that fake mane that you call hair and into the thick stone that is your skull and that is long enough to reach through all that vacuum to the little peanut that is your brain!" The ND gaped at him and Sebastian looked amused and proud.
"Wow", Blaine said.
"What did you just say to me", Santana asked Thad.
"That just proves my point", Thad spat. "Your skull is so thick not even common words used on an everyday basis, by yourself, are strong enough to penetrate that thick rug on your head and your skull."
Santana swung at his face again but Sebastian grabbed her wrist. His eyes were deadly with anger.
"Unless you wanna join your relatives in prison that's probably not the best idea", he said and smirked. "You see my dad is sort of what you'd call a State's Attorney so I suggest you keep your badly manicured hands off of my boyfriend."
"Boyfriend?!" Kurt shrieked. Sebastian let go of Santana's hand and turned to Thad, who's cheek was red after the slap.
"You okay", Sebastian asked gently and Thad nodded with a tiny smile. "Good." Sebastian kissed his forehead before turning to the ND.
"We are doing Michael", he said. "If you are it's your fault if none of us get to nationals… I tried to warn you… we tried to warn you." He put his arm around Thad's shoulders and they walked out. Kurt was still in shock, had he really heard and seen that? Blaine was also in complete shock. Had Santana just hit one of his best friends? And had he really done nothing to stop it? Had Thad really lashed back at her as good as Wes would've done?
"Oh great", Rachel said. "Now what do we do?"
The next day they met all their glee friends and told them about what had happened. They all got angry at the Warblers… and Blaine for doing this to them. The Warblers had to be lying right?
"There has to be some kind of show choir competition committee we can complain to", Tina said outraged as she walked into the choir room.
"I know it sucks guys", Blaine said. "but it's not the end of the world. Heck you had your set list stolen the day of the competition at sectionals and you pulled that one of, right?"
"Well they can have our Journey and our Dreamgirls", Artie said as he wheeled inside. He was the guy that was most upset of them all. "But pilfering my Michael, mm-mmm. That's another level of not okay."
"I'm not exactly comfortable having this discussion with Blaine in the room", Puck said. "Clearly once a Warbler always a Warbler."
"Uh, what", Blaine asked confused.
"Dude you told him what we were gonna do. You're like a modern day eggs Benedict. He's on notice as far as I'm concerned."
"We should all be on notice", Finn jumped in, to help Blaine. "I mean next to Vocal Adrenaline the Warblers are the best glee club in the state. And for a lot of us this is our last shot at a championship so we should stop complaining about the Warblers and figure out how to beat them."
"Couldn't have said it better myself Finn", Schue said as he walked into the room. "I'm less worried about our set list right now and more interested in getting us the right mind-set to crush those guys."
He walked up to the whiteboard and Blaine and Kurt both felt bad at his words. Those guys were their friends. The Warblers had always been there for them and helped them at nationals last year when Finn and Rachel kissed. The Warblers cheered for them to make the crowd and judges think it was planned.
"-our lesson for the week is…" the last part of what Schue said woke the couple from their musings. He wrote WWMJD on the whiteboard before turning to his students.
"What would Michael Jackson do", he told them.
"He'd fight back", Finn said. "He'd say regionals is ours. MJ is ours and if they want it they can pry it from our sequined-gloved hand."
"Mm-hmm straight up", Artie said.
"Straight down", a voice said by the door and they looked up. There stood a boy. He was dressed completely in black. He had black leather pants, really tight ones, a black and really tight turtle neck, chains dangling from the hoops on his trousers, black vans and black eyeliner. His hair was purple, his eyes their usual dark color.
"Mm", Sugar said and bit her lip. "Sexy."
"Wes", Schue asked the young man in confusion. "Wha-what are you doing here? And why are you dressed like that?"
Wes looked at his clothes and chuckled.
"I was practicing a number for NYADA back at the house where I'm house-sitting and no Puck there will be no party", he said stepping into the room. "Then I get this call from a very upset Nick Sullivan of the Dalton Academy Warblers."
"Oh typical", Santana said. "They ran to daddy to save them."
"Shut up Santana", Wes spat at her and she stared at him in shock. "The Warblers you met weren't lying. They did not steal MJ from you. Fact is you are trying to steal MJ from them." He looked at Schue. "I met that Sebastian Smythe guy here at sectionals. He said that you guys were doing great and that they had the same idea as you about sectionals, a Michael themed, but since their top dancer got into a tight mess because of an abuse at Dalton they had to change the number and decided to do Michael for regionals."
"And you believe that", Artie asked.
"They fucking told me!" Wes said. "Every time I talk to one of the Warblers they are so pumped to do Michael at regionals. They've been going on about it for weeks! Klaine how the hell could you have missed it?!"
"We haven't really", Kurt began.
"Spare you sad excuses I don't want to hear it. My point is that the Warblers chose Michael first and you guys are acting like a bunch of assholes. Santana why the hell did you have to slap Thad in the face? Don't you know what that can lead to? Thad has been trying to stop Sebastian all day from calling his dad and getting your ass-less butt in jail for assault. He has also stopped countless Warblers from telling the board of directors about what you did because if they knew they would totally disqualify ND from competition because of an unprovoked attack on another choir!"
"It wasn't unprovoked", Santana snapped.
"Yes it was."
"He was lying to my face!"
"He wasn't", Wes yelled and then ran a hand over his face. "Good God what is wrong with you people?!"
"Excuse me", Mercedes asked.
"You are all so sickening", Wes went on. "The Warblers have helped you in the past and this is the thanks you give those guys?! I'm just… God I don't even know why I bothered defending you against Sebastian's comments!"
Schue walked up to him and patted his shoulder.
"Calm down Wes", he said. "Deep breaths."
"Knock it off", Wes grumbled and pushed Schue's hand off of him. "Look you are all acting like complete jerks. Just tell the Warblers which songs you are planning on doing. I know they are doing Billy Jean and Will You Be There. Chose two other songs and let it go."
"No", Finn said. "We wanna fight and win."
"Oh yeah?" Wes scoffed. "Well I'll tell you what Michael would've said about that."
Artie scoffed.
"What do you know about MJ?" he asked.
"Excuse me", Wes said and crossed his arms.
"You may be dressed as if you were taken out of a teenage girl's sex dreams but that doesn't cut it for Michael. Face it Wes. You don't got what it takes."
"Oh no you didn't", Santana said and Wes smirked.
"I'll show you", he said. "Boys!" He turned to the band and snapped his fingers. "Hit it!"
The band started playing, the drums at least and Wes looked at his friends and sang, with an angry look on his face:
They told him don't you ever come around here
Don't wanna see your face, you better disappear
The fire's in their eyes and their words are really clear
So beat it, just beat it - He pointed at the door, while pulling off a real MJ dance move.
You better run, you better do what you can
Don't wanna see no blood, don't be a macho man
You wanna be tough, better do what you can
So beat it, but you wanna be bad
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it – The gleeks stared as their friend started dancing exactly like Michael does in his Beat It video.
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
He stopped dancing and marched up to the gleeks.
They're out to get you, better leave while you can
Don't wanna be a boy, you wanna be a man – Here he looked at Artie
You wanna stay alive, better do what you can
So beat it, just beat it
You have to show them that you're really not scared – He walked/danced in front of the gleeks as he sang this.
You're playin' with your life, this ain't no truth or dare
They'll kick you, then they beat you, - He looked at Sam, Puck and Finn.
Then they'll tell you it's fair
So beat it, but you wanna be bad
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right – Wes ran his hands through his hair looking somewhat desperate before pulling his hands down and starting the music video moves again.
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it
Beat it, beat it, beat it
There was some sort of solo and then Wes made a Russian split jump. That kind of jump Mike and Blaine does in Hot For Teacher or that Blaine does in You Should Be Dancing. The gleeks cheered and Wes continued to sing and dance.
Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or who's right
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it
Beat it, beat it, beat it
Wes ended his performance with a Michael pose and the gleeks all cheered for him or whistled.
"Wow", Schue said with a huge grin."Wes I-I-I… I'm stunned. I've never seen you this good!"
"Thanks Mr. Schue", Wes said panting slightly. "NYADA isn't the best school for performers for nothing. Do you believe I know Michael now?" The last he aimed at Artie. The boy glared at Wes.
"Yes", he grumbled.
"Did my message get through to you?"
"You want us to take it to the streets", Blaine said happily.
Wes face-palmed.
"I know you", Sugar suddenly exclaimed and everyone turned to her in confusion.
"What", Wes asked confused.
"You're the guy that told me to start a second glee club and to hire Ms. C!" Sugar said happily and ran up to him and gave him a hug. "Thank you for helping me getting into glee club."
Wes laughed nervously because he could feel heated looks aimed at him from all directions. Sugar let go of him and returned to her seat. She noticed the glares the ND were having and looked confused.
"What's going on", she asked.
"You", Finn yelled and pointed at Wes. "You broke up the glee club?!"
"You did that all by yourself", Wes said and crossed his arms. "That was not my fault."
"Wes how could you do something like that", Schue asked.
"I just wanted to help", Wes defended himself. "Sugar needed a coach because I could see she loves to perform."
"And you said you could also see that I wanted to crush this glee club and you'd help me", Sugar said and Wes grinned sheepishly.
"Wes!" Schue yelled. "How could you do such a thing?!"
"How could you", Wes spat. "How could you guys treat me like crap and not feel bad about it. I knew you guys needed something to spur you into getting all the way to nationals. You're never as good as you are when you have a goal, when you have something to prove. The Troubletones are amazing and the 'battle' against them resulted in some of the best numbers in all ND's history! Also it gave the girls what they needed to grow. We weren't friends back then. I wanted payback for the pain and suffering you caused me. I'm sorry about the method but it worked out for the best."
"The best?!" Mercedes yelled. "We got humiliated because of you!"
"How the hell did you get humiliated?"
"We lost at our own school! The Cheerios lost… and you nearly had us stop being friends."
"Oh like you care."
"Hey!" Sam defended her at once.
"Guys", Schue cut in. "Stop it, it is in the past. Now I don't know everything that happened between all of you but I know that you guys treated Wes far worse than he has been treating you. "
"That's an understatement", Wes grumbled.
"Wes maybe you should leave", Schue said sternly. "You being here just make things worse."
"Do you all agree on that", Wes asked. No one said a word. "Thanks." He stalked out and slammed the door shut.
Back at Dalton later that day the Warblers were preparing for the 'street-fight' Blaine had invited them to, the battle over Michael. Wes had called them in rage and told them what went down. He cursed the ND over and over again and told the Warblers he hoped at least they would act like grownups and do the right thing, what that was they weren't sure about yet.
"I have an idea", Sebastian said and they all looked at him. "It's clear to me that we have a lot more talent than those jerks on the ND."
"We do", Joseph grumbled.
"So why don't give them Michael and have them fail and we win while using someone else?"
"What so we are just giving up", Lewis asked.
"No", Sebastian said. "We're gonna show them that the Warblers doesn't need Michael Jackson to win. We are already better than them, they need Jackson to win… otherwise they are chanceless against us."
"Sebastian's right", David of all people said and they stared at him in shock. "We should give them Michael. But we might as well take part of the fight just for fun and tell them afterwards. We are all friends after all."
"What if they mock us", Trent asked.
"I'll handle that", Thad said with a smirk. "I'll lash into them so bad their ears start bleeding."
"He will", Sebastian said fondly. "You should've seen him have a go Santana at the Bean."
"We should give them a peace offering", David said calmly.
"That's a great idea!" Nick said grinning. "What should we give them?"
"How about a slushee?"
"I thought that was kind of a weapon against the ND at McKinley", Jeff said confused.
"They'll think we'll throw it", Sebastian said and grinned.
"We will 'throw' it", David said.
"What?!" his friends yelled.
"Not for real you nitwits", he said. "We put plastic over it and throw it at someone, whoever is in front of us. When they cover they will notice nothing happens and we all just grin and hand it over. Saying that Michael is theirs and that we are still friends."
"You know what would be funny", John said eagerly. "Putting something in it like pepper so when the person drinks he has to spit it out!"
"Why would we do that", Chris asked him shocked of the suggestion.
"To remind them that we are friends but that we are still competition… it's just a prank."
"Sebastian should throw it", David said. "I mean he's the lead singer, it's only logical."
"And then Fred can explain what it really means", Rock said.
"What should we put in it", Luke asked.
"We need to get it to melt", Sebastian mused. "It will be easier to drink it then… and spit it out."
"So how about rock salt?" David supplied.
All boys nodded before starting with their preparations. This would be fun.
That evening Santana and Blaine were the only two not hiding when the Warblers arrived to the garage where they were gonna face off. Blaine had to fight back the smile when he heard them arrive because the Warblers were walking in rhythm… and it sounded really awesome. The Warblers stopped in front of Blaine and Santana.
"Well", Sebastian said. "We're here."
"We got something to settle", Blaine said. "Both of us wanna use MJ but only one can."
"We're having a Jackson-off, Nick at Nite", Santana said cockily. "Winner gets the King of Pop for regionals."
"What us against the two of you", Sebastian asked with a smile. "You really think you are that bad? Is that what they teach you at that little public school of yours?" The rest of the Warblers were also smiling, some could keep them back though. They were all thinking on the reactions of the person that would drink that rock salt slushee… and the smiles of gratitude they'd get when the ND got the news about the Warblers giving them MJ.
"It's time to see who's bad", Blaine said and Santana snapped her fingers and the ND arrived. The Warblers looked around and then the Jackson-off started. Blaine, Sebastian, Santana and Artie were the leads and the dancing was actually really impressive.
But at one point it nearly turned into a fistfight. Blaine had been opposite Thad and the other boy shook his head. Blaine saw the small bruise on his face and felt bad… and not the kind of bad MJ sang about. Kurt had been facing off with Luke and both of them tried to hit beside the other… just for show.
When they came to the last chorus Nick ran and got the slushee, he passed it to David, who handed it to Fred who handed it to Sebastian. Sebastian was in front of Kurt and he 'threw' the slushee. But things did not go as planned. Sebastian saw that there was no plastic stopping the liquid, but he saw it too late.
The liquid flew but didn't hit Kurt… it hit Blaine who'd jumped in between. It hit him in the face and he fell to the ground screaming in pain. All Warblers were shocked and horrified. They'd tried the throw with another slushee before they arrived and everything had worked. The Warblers didn't know what to do… but they got scared and left. Thad though stayed back and the ND saw the shock, worry and fear on his face.
"What the hell was that for", Finn yelled at him. The other Warblers were already gone.
"I-I-I", Thad stuttered out covering a bit from the giant towering over him.
"Why the hell were you throwing a slushee?!"
"It… it wasn't…"
"Of course it was a slushee!" Finn yelled and pushed him back. "Are you blind?!"
"Finn leave him alone", Mike said. "Can't you see he's just as shocked over what Sebastian did as we are?!"
Finn looked at Thad before hurrying to Blaine's side. Thad got his phone out and called an ambulance. When it came Kurt walked up to him.
"What was that for", he asked with tears going down his cheeks. "I thought we were friends."
"It wasn't supposed to happen", Thad said sadly. "There was supposed to be plastic film stopping it from coming out."
"You mean this", Puck asked and held up a scrunched piece of plastic and Thad nodded.
"Someone removed it", he said.
"Why were you throwing one in the first place", Kurt asked. "You know what it means to all of us!"
"We were… we…"
"Don't listen to that, just leave it here and let's go", Finn told his brother, shoved Thad aside roughly and the ND left Thad alone in the garage. He leaned against a pillar and sank down before crying. This wasn't supposed to happen…
Sebastian looked up when Thad entered their room. He ran up to him and pulled him into a tight hug.
"Thank God", he said. "What happened to you? We arrived back and realized you weren't with us!"
"I took the bus", Thad mumbled. "I stayed behind to explain to the ND but they didn't let me. They think we throw that slushee to hurt someone."
"But we didn't", Sebastian said and sat them down on Thad's bed. "The plastic ruptured and-"
"It didn't", Thad cut in and Sebastian looked shocked.
"What", he asked.
"Smythe someone removed the plastic from the cup so that this would happen… one of us wanted for someone in the ND to get hurt." Thad leaned against him. "And I'm afraid someone will accuse you."
"Hey", Sebastian said and pulled him into his arms. "Come on Harthorn you gotta calm down. It was an accident. We just have to clear it with them and figure out who did it."
"How do I know you didn't", Thad asked and looked up at him. "That's what hurting me so much. I've seen you flirt with Blaine and tease Kurt. Were you aiming at Kurt on purpose?"
"No", Sebastian said horrified. "No I would never do that! Thad you have got to believe me! I would never hurt another human being that way just to get a boy or a song or whatever!"
"But… how can I be sure."
"Look into my eyes", Sebastian ordered and Thad did. "Harthorn, I did not remove the plastic from that slushee. I did not want to hurt anyone. You have got to believe me. I'm not after Blaine or Kurt. I don't even like them, they are too egoistical and mean… and not very good friends. They didn't help you when Santana attacked you. They just let her."
"Did you remove the plastic as payback?"
"No!" Sebastian said. "No, you gotta believe me. I know it might be hard after what you went through with David but you really can trust me Harthorn. I love you."
Thad sniffled and snuggled close to him, burying his face in Sebastian's shoulder.
"I love you too", he muttered into the fabric of Sebastian's shoulder.
A few days went by and it was a few long days. Santana went to Dalton and faced off with Sebastian and he threw a slushee in her face because of what she did to Thad. He also tried to explain what they had planned to do with the slushee but she left as soon as he threw that other slushee. He had said that it was rock salt in the one he threw at Blaine but he never got time to explain why.
Then the Warblers were invited to the auditorium and Sebastian put on a show about acting like an ass, just to show how angry he was with this entire situation.
The Warblers had been trying to figure out what happened with the plastic and the closest they came and what they thought was most likely was that the plastic was not secure enough and blew off during the transport from the paper bag to Sebastian's hand. The Warblers had all been trying to tell Blaine and Kurt but the two of them never answered their calls.
When they came to the auditorium Sebastian was so frustrated that he acted like an ass. He and the others watched ND perform and everyone but Sebastian got onstage with them. He didn't like being called a liar and then not being listened to. He felt how Wes felt he figured. When Nick told him to give it up he really meant that Sebastian should drop the ass act and tell the New Directions what really happened… but Sebastian never got the chance to do that either. Because he was kicked out of the auditorium. Thad then tried to tell the ND but all Warblers were showed out before they could tell the truth. Santana thought that Sebastian was getting off the hook to easily so she made one phone call… and all hell broke loose.
Because when Thad and Sebastian returned to their dorm room the door slammed shut behind them. Both twirled around and saw a very, very, very angry Wes Montgomery stand there.
"I think you have something to tell me Sebastian", he said darkly and Sebastian felt scared, as did Thad.
"A-about what", Sebastian asked.
"Oh I don't know… how about you throwing a slushee tainted with rock salt in the face of one of the ND and then throwing another one at Santana!"
"Wes this is a misunderstanding", Thad said. "We've been trying to tell the ND the truth but they won't listen."
"They won't listen because they have no ears", Wes spat.
"We know", Sebastian said. "Dude listen-"
"No you listen", Wes cut in. "I can imagine this kind of crap from the ND they are all a bunch of selfish jerks so it wouldn't surprise me. But that you guys, my closest friends and brothers did it… I… I just can't believe it!"
"What did they tell you", Thad asked.
"Santana told me that you stole their MJ so they challenged you and you agreed. At the challenge Sebastian threw a tainted slushee, aimed at Kurt, in Blaine's face. It was tainted with rock salt and it scratched his cornea so he has to have surgery. Then Santana came to demand the truth and she and 'Sebastian the Criminal Chipmunk' dueled and he then threw a slushee at her face. He admitted to have planned to throw the slushee at Kurt and that there was rock salt in it. Then he acted like a complete ass when you guys were all at McKinley and now she wants me to beat the crap out of all of you. Give me one good reason as to why I shouldn't."
"Because it didn't happen that way!" Sebastian yelled.
"Really?" Wes crossed his arms.
"Well it did but that's not what I meant."
"Explain it to me then. You both seem to think this is a misunderstanding so clear things up for me."
And they did. Thad and Sebastian told him what they had decided to do. How they were going to give up MJ and give the ND a disgusting slushee as a little game-is-on-bitches-prank. They told him how it backfired, that the wind tore the plastic off and scrunched it up. They told him everything and Sebastian admitted throwing that other slushee as payback for Santana hitting Thad. Wes groaned and face-palmed.
"I'm away for about two months", he said. "Two months and everything goes to hell! Someone in the Warblers wanted to hurt the ND and got away with it, putting the blame on Sebastian."
"Wait what", Sebastian asked.
"You were inside of a garage idiots", Wes said. "What wind would blow there? Who came with that suggestion?"
"David", Thad said.
"And who suggested the slushee thing in the first place?"
"David", Sebastian said. "He even suggested I'd be the one to throw it."
"Who handed you the slushee?"
"Well Nick got it from the bag, then to David and then to Fred and lastly Smythe", Thad said.
"It's one of those three then…" Wes said with a sigh. "One of them wanted to either see Blaine or Kurt hurt. Blaine because he left the Warblers and Kurt because he's the reason Blaine left. It can also be Sebastian that is the target and that this person wants to get rid of him."
"All have motives", Thad said sadly. "David hates him for being my boyfriend… Nick was lead soloist."
"But we're good friends", Sebastian objected.
"And Fred knows you're leading us more than he is", Thad finished. "Either of them could have done it… I just wish they didn't."
"We need to sort this out", Wes spat. "Where is everybody?"
"They're at the Lima Bean", Sebastian said. "Do you have your car?"
"No I took the bus because I was too angry to drive", Wes grumbled.
"I'll give you a ride", Sebastian said.
"Thad stay here", Wes said. "Try to get in contact with the ND again and tell them everything we just figured out. Just… don't give up. Don't stop trying, if they all refuse to answer call Figgins or coach Sylvester or coach Beiste or Mr. Schue or Ms. Pillsbury… just call someone. Kurt's dad even."
"I promise", Thad said and the other two boys left.
The Warblers were all talking to each other happily as they left the coffee place. They had been over to McKinley and Sebastian had gotten a hit at his humongous ego. They didn't know what to do about Blaine though. They all felt a bit betrayed by him for just ditching them without saying anything. Sure he went to be with his boyfriend but Wes didn't stay because of his girlfriend. He transferred back to Dalton even though he had friends and girlfriend back at McKinley.
The Warblers knew Blaine had a hard time getting into the New Directions and after what Kurt and Wes had told them about Wes' troubles getting in they all wondered why Blaine even bothered. They'd proved that they cared about him a lot over the years, they'd do anything for him and he just stabbed them in the back and left.
But also… the ND had been treating Wes, one of their closest and best friends, like crap and Blaine willingly put himself in a situation where he hadn't been allowed to keep in touch with his friend. Wes still didn't speak to Blaine and whenever Blaine had called Wes didn't answer or just cut the call. When that happened they had all wondered why Wes refused to talk to Blaine. Wes wouldn't say so they asked Blaine. He had explained to Thad that he really had no idea why Wes never talked to him, Kurt or Rachel. He said it probably was because he had chosen to put their friendship on a hold while he was at McKinley so that the ND would hate him less.
That hurt the Warblers more than Blaine leaving actually. He just proved to them that he didn't care about his old friends now that he had a boyfriend and new friends. So why should they care about their old friend now?
"Did you see the look on Sebastian's face when we all got onto the stage", Trent snickered as they were about to cross the empty street to the parking lot. "I thought…" He trailed off and froze.
"Trent", his friends asked and then followed his gaze.
"Oh shit", Jeff squeaked. There, in the middle of the street was one angry Wes Montgomery. His hair was dark purple. His eyes were blue and green. His face though was red with anger, his arms were crossed and he was dressed completely in black. He always wore black nowadays for some reason.
"Guys", Lewis asked pulling on David's sleeve slightly. "What's wrong."
"I'll tell you what's wrong Warbler Lewis", Wes hissed as he walked over to them. "You guys are what's wrong."
"Excuse me", Lewis asked feeling offended. Who did this guy think he was? Lewis had never seen him before, he wasn't a Dalton student. Someone with that kind of hair would stand out and you'd remember him. Most likely he was another Lima loser.
"And who the hell are you?" Lewis asked.
"I'm Wes Montgomery", the guy answered.
"And we should care because?"
"Because I was, for three years, chairman of the Warbler council, dorm prefect, student council president and I was head boy and valedictorian. Also I don't take crap from punks like you."
"Who you calling-"
"Lewis", Fred cut in, snapping. "Shut up. You don't uh oh."
Wes was glaring daggers at him and Fred handed his slushee to Nick before holding both hands up in a peace sign.
"Wes", he began.
"Don't you dare start", Wes yelled angrily and all Warblers jumped. "What the hell where you guys thinking?! What did you slushee Blaine for?!"
"It-" Fred began.
"Was meant to be stopped by a plastic that was blown off by a non-existent wind?!"
"Wes calm down it's not-"
"Not what I think, is that it? Because I've had looooong talks with an upset Santana and that Sebastian Smythe!"
"It was not our idea", Nick defended himself and the others.
"No it was David's but you could have bloody well stopped it!" Wes was so angry they were all surprised his eyes weren't on fire or that smoke didn't come out of his nose or ears. "Fred you're the Warblers' chairman! It's your job to stop these things!"
"But everyone agreed", Fred said. "It was just going to be a prank."
"You can veto for crying out loud!" Wes yelled. "I thought you had more backbone than this!"
"I have", Fred yelled back, he didn't like getting the blame.
"Wes come on it's been stressful since Blaine left", David began but Wes didn't give him the chance to continue.
"Oh don't give me that crap!" he yelled. "You could all handle it perfectly fine when I left last year! Don't you go and blame Blaine for all this!"
"We just thought it would be a funny prank", Trent said and looked at his feet.
"A funny prank?!" Wes shouted and flailed with his arms. "You guys all know what it means to the ND when they get slusheed! Kurt told you this! I told you this! Do you have any idea how badly normal slushees hurt?! Do you?"
They all shook their heads.
"And you went and threw two of them anyway", Wes yelled and flailed with his arms again.
"Sebastian threw them", David cut in.
"But it was your idea to throw the first one David! One of you in that chain removed that plastic film because I've never heard about strong winds indoors! One of you wanted to hurt a member of the ND or get Sebastian in trouble. Which one was it?"
"None", Nick said. "It was… it was an accident."
"It was not an accident! Good God." He ran a hand over his face. "Do you know why I am so angry?"
They all shook their heads.
"I'll help you answer that question then", he spat and looked at them. "What was it we usually said about being Warblers?"
"Once a Warbler always a Warbler", Jeff asked and then shrunk back when Wes glared at him.
"What else", Wes spat.
"We", Chris said. "Um… we… We usually say that us Warblers stick together no matter what and we work as a group. We are a group and everyone is worth everything. That hasn't changed."
"Ha", Wes spat. "That's not what it looks like to me."
Fred was starting to get enough of Wes yelling at them. He had no idea how life was right now.
"Wes you better cool down", he said.
"Excuse me", Wes growled turning to him.
"Cool it before I force you."
"I'd like to see you try", Wes spat. "You don't got guts enough to do anything. That's why Sebastian is ruling this club, that is why you let him throw those slushees. That's why you let him get the blame for all of it! That's why you haven't kicked David out of the club yet!"
"We need him", Fred said. "To get to nationals now that you and Blaine are gone."
"You are over 15 people in your club and some have way better voices than he does!" Wes said and looked angry again. "How many times do I have to tell you guys that you are all better than you think?! Do you hate each other so much you want each other to get hurt?!"
"No", the Warblers objected.
"Well that's what it bloody looks like to me! What happened to my friends?! First the ND and now you? Are you all turning into assholes?! What happened to make all my friends go crazy?! Oh fuck it. Why do I even bother?! Why do I even care?! It's obvious that all you guys care about are yourselves and your chances to get to nationals! You don't even deserve to go that far! None of you do, not you or the ND. I hope both your teams lose because that's what you deserve."
"Hey!" Jeff yelled. "Take that back! We're not the bad guys!"
"Oh then why haven't you visited Blaine yet?! Why haven't you apologized to him or Kurt?! Hell you should even apologize to Tanya and the ND! When did you guys turn into such bullies?!"
That hit hard and Fred had had enough.
"I told you to cool off or I'd force you to do it", he growled.
"Shut it Fred", Wes spat. "You have nothing to come with. You ain't got no backbone."
"Then what do you call this?!" Fred yelled as he reached behind his back and took his slushee from Nick. Then he threw it at Wes' face… too late did he realize that the cup was warm... no… scalding hot.
When Wes screamed in pain Fred's eyes widened and he realized what he had done. He stared as Wes covered his face with his hands and sank down on his knees. Fred felt like throwing up. His eyes went huge and the other Warblers looked equally terrified. Fred was frozen in the movement, arm stretched out and coffee-cup in a tight grip. Wes kept screaming in pain because of his burnt skin. It was the parking garage all over again... just ten times worse. Because this was Wes.
"Hey what the hell are you doing", someone yelled and the Warblers started running, leaving Wes behind. But Fred was frozen to the spot, he didn't move until Joseph slapped him on the back and Rock pulled on his arm.
"You come back here", the man that had seen everything yelled before sinking down beside Wes. "Kid are you okay?"
"Hurts…" Wes groaned.
"Wes?!" Sebastian shouted. He'd seen the Warblers throw something at his friend from afar and had run over.
"Oh God it hurts", Wes groaned as Sebastian reached them.
"They threw coffee in your face so I can imagine", the man said rubbing his back. "Come let's get you to a hospital."
"I'll take him, I have my car here and we're friends", Sebastian said worriedly. "They threw hot coffee at you?"
"No shit Sherlock", Wes groaned.
The man helped Wes up and they headed for Sebastian's car. Wes whimpered a few times on the ride and his heart was breaking into tiny pieces. Had Fred thrown a slushee he think he'd been able to handle it. He would've handled the coffee too…if the Warblers hadn't just left him. Now he really felt…defeated.
"You have never looked better", Sebastian teased as he fluffed Wes' pillow in the hospital bed. Wes gave him an annoyed look. His face was full of red scalds and underneath his right eye were blisters. His eyes were also red after getting hot coffe in them.
"Thanks", Wes said dryly.
"Red is your color… or coffee is your color."
"Fuck off."
"Never Precious."
Wes sighed and looked at the roof.
"Hey", Sebastian asked worriedly and put a hand on his knee. "Are you okay?"
"My so called brothers just broke my heart and threw coffee in my face and left me on the street. Do you think I'm okay?"
"No", Sebastian said and took his hand. "I'm sorry. First Mercedes cheat on you, then the ND cut you off, then Howard gets cancer, then you guys get into a car crash and no one here seems to care, then Bernard gives you grief about the program and now this… Dude I have to tell you that your life is crappy."
"No kidding." Wes answered and sighed. "What did I do to deserve this?"
"Hey", Sebastian said and squeezed his hand gently and Wes looked at him. "It's not your fault man, you know what Ray always says. The nicest people gets hurt the most. You freaking love everyone."
"But no one loves me."
"I resent that remark and raise with Ray, Doll, your dads and me oh and HT... even though you haven't joined them yet."
Wes smiled slightly and squeezed his hand back.
"Right…" he said. "You know I'm starting to wonder if I should actually do what coach wants me to."
Sebastian smiled.
"About time you decided to think of yourself for a change", he said.
"I haven't decided yet", Wes said sighing again. "But there is one last straw that can be pulled."
"What is that?"
"I'm hospitalized until tomorrow… then I'll head back home. My flight leaves in" he checked his clock. It was five pm. "17 hours. That gives the Warblers plenty of time to man up and come to see me and apologize… it also gives the ND the opportunity to say thank you."
"For what?" Sebastian asked.
"For taking a hit for them… for sorting out this mess… you are going to go and apologize right?"
"I plan to as soon as Wade gets here."
"Right… I also want them to say sorry for dragging me into this… and for all crap they gave me a few days ago."
"Trust me Precious", Sebastian said and rubbed Wes' hand with his thumb. "When they see you like this they'll feel so ashamed that they'll cry or get sick."
Wes smiled at him and then cocked an eyebrow.
"Wait Wade's coming", he asked.
"I think I heard someone say my other name", a familiar voice said and Unique stepped into the room in all her glory. "Hothead it's good to see your skinny ass and Precious what have you gotten yourself into this time?"
"A hot coffee date", Wes said and smiled. "Ow!" Sebastian had slapped him on the arm and Unique marched over and looked at his face. She gently took his chin in her hand and turned his head one this direction and one that direction.
"Nothing a little concealer can't handle", she said and smiled. "It looks painful though Precious. But you have never looked better." This time Wes just laughed. Sebastian smiled at them and left the room with a wave. As he walked out of the hospital he ran into Mercedes who was there with Shane… who'd hurt himself during football practice.
"Look", Sebastian told Mercedes before she could start yelling at him. "I'm not here to argue with you. I just want you to move a message on to your little ND buddies."
"What", she asked.
"Wes is in the hospital because of you people."
"What?!" Mercedes looked horrified.
"Your little friend Santana called him and asked him to beat the crap out of me but luckily he's more reasonable than any of you. We talked and I gave him a lift to see the other Warblers at the Bean. There they throw scalding hot coffee in his face."
"Ouch", Shane said and looked at Sebastian. "That has got to hurt."
"It does", Sebastian said and shuddered when he remembered Wes' scream. "Look he took a bullet for you guys… kind of. So the least you can do is tell your buddies and then go visit him."
"Okay", Mercedes said. "Thanks for telling me."
Sebastian nodded before leaving.
Sebastian was so nervous he was shaking. He was pale and he felt ready to be sick. Sebastian and Thad were at Blaine's place, they needed to tell him the truth before he went to surgery. Thad had managed to talk to both Burt Hummel and Mr. Schue.
Burt had yelled at him at first but Thad had done what he called 'a Wes' and cut the man off with a snappy comment. Thad had snapped: "Shut your lumberjack trap and fucking listen to me for a second mister!" Burt had gaped but kept his mouth shut so that Thad could explain what really had happened. Burt had demanded that when they figured out who removed that plastic he'd be the first to know. Thad had agreed.
Sebastian had told Thad what happened to Wes and they'd been to visit, but so far no other Warbler had and none of them told Thad and Sebastian about what they did. The group didn't know Sebastian had been there and they didn't know he'd told Thad. Because Sebastian and Thad were mad that the Warblers they were only ones visiting Blaine. They had been let in by Blaine's mom and she had glared just slightly but after some begging let them in.
"Are you ready", Thad asked Sebastian when they reached the door.
"Yeah", Sebastian stuttered out. "Oh God I can't do this."
"Of course you can", Thad said and took his hand. "I believe in you."
Sebastian smiled and squeezed Thad's hand gently. Thad smiled and knocked on the door.
"Come in", Kurt's voice called and Sebastian's grip tightened. Thad just kissed his cheek before opening the door.
"What the hell are you doing here", Kurt yelled and flew up.
"Kurt", Thad began.
"I understand why you are here Thad but not why you brought Sebastian-"
"The Criminal Chipmunk", Thad cut him off. "If you shut your big mouth for a few minutes I'd be able to fucking tell you!"
"Thad", Blaine exclaimed.
"No", Thad said angry. "Now you both fucking listen. We've been trying for days to tell you the truth but you just keep pushing us away when we try! I'm so fed up with your arrogant ways! I understand why Wes is angry with the two of you! I talked to your dad Kurt and to Mr. Schue and they said that they support the Warblers."
"What?!" Blaine and Kurt yelled.
"Listen up!" Thad yelled. "Now shut your traps and listen to what we have to say." He then turned to Sebastian. "Come on Smythe."
Sebastian sighed, still holding on tight to Thad's hand.
"I'm sorry for the slushee Blaine", he said and looked at the younger boy. "It was never meant to hit you or Kurt. It wasn't meant to hit anyone. We… We were going to play a prank on you."
"You see", Thad cut in before Kurt could open his big mouth. "The Warblers decided that we can win without using Michael so we were going to give him to you. We all wanted to take part of the 'fight' and after tell you that it was unnecessary because we were going to give you MJ anyway."
"You were", Blaine asked confused.
"Yeah… we have a few other numbers up our sleeves and we don't need MJ to win."
"You do", Sebastian teased and winked at the couple.
"Hey!" Kurt objected.
"Smythe", Thad scolded his boyfriend.
"Sorry", Sebastian said and let go of Thad's hand so that he could put his arm around his waist instead. "I was just teasing them." Thad rolled his eyes.
"But", Blaine asked confused. "Where does the slushee fit into all this?"
"The slushee", Thad began and then sighed. "The slushee was just going to be a prank. We put plastic over it and would 'throw' it at whoever ended up in front of us. David suggested Sebastian to be the one to throw since he's the lead singer. We put plastic film over the cup to keep the stuff in. We tried with another one before going into the garage."
"But why the rocksalt", Kurt asked.
"John suggested we put it in to prank you guys", Sebastian said. "The slushee would be a peace offering and one of you would drink it… and then spit it out. John suggested pepper."
"You were going to show that we are friends but still in a competition", Kurt concluded.
"David suggested rocksalt because it would help melt the ice and make the thing easier to spit out", Thad continued. "We prepared the thing with plastic."
"So that was the plastic Puck found on the ground", Kurt asked.
"Yeah…"
"It fell off", Blaine asked shocked.
"No", Sebastian said with a sigh. "We think someone pulled it off when they realized I'd end up in front of Kurt or you."
"Smythe you could've been the target also", Thad cut in. "Remember what we discussed with Wes."
"Are you sure it wasn't just draft or wind", Kurt asked.
"Kurt we were indoors", Sebastian said. "There was no wind… Someone was out to hurt the two of you or me."
"And how can we be sure it wasn't you", Blaine asked.
"Trust me I would never hurt another person like that just to get a song I wanted."
"I thought you did it because you're after me."
"Why would I do that when I have the man of my dreams already", Sebastian asked, moved in behind Thad, put his arms around him from behind and leaned his head on Thad's shoulder.
"Okay this is seriously twisted", Kurt said. "Thad of all people at Dalton you had to choose this… this…"
"Evil meerkat?" Thad asked with a smile.
"Yes! Why on Gaga's earth did you chose him?"
"You can't control the heart Kurt", Thad said and leaned his head on Sebastian. "Smythe has been there for me since he came… mostly."
"Oh come on I was high on fever and meds!" Sebastian defended himself at the pointed look Thad gave him. "How long are you going to hold that against me?!"
"For the rest of your life Smythe."
Sebastian pouted. "You're evil."
Thad just moved Sebastian's hand to his lips and kissed it. Sebastian looked happy and kissed Thad's temple. Blaine laughed and Kurt couldn't keep back the small smile.
They talked for a bit more and Sebastian confessed to have acted like an ass against Santana and throwing that slushee at her because she hurt his boyfriend. Thad rolled his eyes and Kurt and Blaine told Sebastian that they understood that. They also apologized for not stopping Santana from slapping Thad and say all those stuff to him.
"So have you guys been to see Wes yet", Thad asked. "If you want to sort things out with him now is a golden opportunity. I mean he isn't going anywhere if you see him."
"What do you mean", Blaine asked and Thad and Sebastian looked confused.
"You don't know", Sebastian asked confused.
"No", Kurt said. "Know what?"
The two Warblers looked at each other.
"Wes is in the hospital", Thad said.
"What?!" Blaine yelled and sat bolt right up, Kurt flew up.
"Fred threw hot coffee in his face when he faced off with them for your sake", Sebastian explained. "I think he wants you guys to come visit."
"Yeah", Thad said. "It would cheer him up… since the Warblers are too scared to do it."
Kurt and Blaine looked at each other. But before they could give an answer Mrs. Anderson came and kicked the two Warblers out because Blaine needed rest.
17 hours had passed and Wes was standing at the airport, glaring daggers at the sign that said 'Welcome to Ohio'. In his hand he held his phone in a hard grip. 17 hours. He had given the Warblers and ND 17 hours but no one had shown up to visit. Not a single one of them had, except for Thad and Sebastian.
Wes guessed they were punishing him for talking Sugar into starting her own club. He felt… abandoned so he was going to make a choice now. Since that summer his friends had abandoned him. And then when Howard got sick they all abandoned him when he needed them the most. Hadn't it been for Sebastian, Unique, Sunshine and his class mates he would have caved a long time ago. Wes was always there when his friends needed him but when he needed them they just abandoned him. So Wes made a choice. They abandoned him… so he'd abandon them right back. He dialed a number and put the phone to his ear.
"Sir", he asked when he got an answer. "It's Wes Montgomery here. I'm in. When is rehearsals?"
TBC Uh oh... Now they're screwed. Oh and happy Lucia everybody :D
Lissi47 - My favorite Christmas song is actually Fairytale of New York or Oh Holy Night (both english and swedish version)
Malurina - I hope you are not too dissapointed.