The next morning, Morgan walked into McKinley only to be greeted by a red slushie in the face. Obviously, winning Sectionals had no upshot whatsoever on his social life. He kept his mouth shut and took the liquid assault. After the hockey players walked away, Morgan walked into the boys' bathroom and began to wash up. Hanging out with Kurt, Sam, and the Glee club, he eventually learned how to come out of a slusheeing.

"Hey, I saw you got a slushie," Sam said as Morgan left the bathroom a few minutes later. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, thanks," he replied, taking the blond's hand.

"Hey, Steinberg, heard you and your blond boyfriend were a big hit at your faggy Glee competition," Jennings sneered; he was standing by Morgan's locker.

"How'd you know?" Morgan grumbled.

"My cousin was a judge," he replied, shrugging. "Apparently, he voted for you guys, so you must've been good. Ryder was once a judge on America Has Talent."

"Do mine ears deceive me?" Kurt walked by, Artie's wheelchair in hand. "Are Morgan, Sam, and Jennings actually having a civil conversation?"

"Well, the conversation in question opened with the term 'faggy', so I'd say almost," Morgan quipped.

"There's no point in outing Karofsky anymore," Jennings said. "He transferred to Thurston and left yesterday, so Hummel, you're off the hook. Steinberg, however, is not."

"Jennings, tell me something," Morgan said. "What did I do to you? Sure, it's fun to abuse the new kid, but did I ever do anything to piss you off so much you hate me?"

"It's pretty much the fact that you exist," Jennings replied. "You're worthless, Morgan Steinberg. I know you got your blond Bieber bf, but whom else is ever going to want you around? I'm sure Hummel and Wheels just tolerate you because you're in their stupid Glee club. I know your parents don't give a shit about you. I happen to have this. Thank God for my dad's cruises." And he pulled out his phone and played a recording.

"You know, I am so glad we took this vacation. Getting away from the boy was the best thing we ever did. I still can't believe I had him at 17. Derek, I love you, but what the fuck were you thinking that night?" It was the voice of Morgan's mother. The boy paled at the tone in his mother's voice.

"Now, Eloise, the boy wasn't a complete mistake." Morgan relaxed a little at his father's voice. "After all, I was so drunk that night I thought you were Amy Winehouse; she was at that party too. Wherever Morgan is, he can stay there."

"Oh my God," Morgan whispered.

"Morgan, I'm so sorry." Sam put an arm around the brunet's shoulder.

"I have to go," he said quickly before running down the hall.

A/N: Chapter 22 will be longer, with more interaction between Sam, Morgan, and Jennings.