A/N: Hi! Thank you everyone who reviewed—you guys are so sweet, and so much fun! Here's chapter 25—I've always thought this would happen, and it'd be funny...!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, nor anything else you may recognize...

Chapter 25—Strange Phone Calls

After dinner, Kurt and I went back to his dorm to watch a movie on his labtop. About halfway through it, I asked him, "Why didn't you let me tell Wes and David about the girls playing football?"

Kurt looked at me as if I were crazy. "Um, hello, they'd want to come. And while you, I can swing, I don't think Rachel would let two members on the Warblers council anywhere near it."

"True." I nodded, and went back to the movie.

Once the movie was over, I got up, stretched, and said goodnight to Kurt. "Wait." he called.

I turned back. "We have to decide what we're doing tomorrow. The time plan, that is." Kurt explained.

Nodding, I settled on his bed again. "Okay, so the game starts at 8, and will probably go on for a few hours." he started.

"Okay. What will we do for dinner?" I checked.

Kurt shrugged. "If we leave here at 4, 4:30, then we can get to Lima at around 6ish. What about Breadstix?" he suggested.

Remembering the nice italian restaurant, I readily agreed. "What about getting home?" I asked. If the game started at 8, it probably wouldn't end til at least 10. Then, with even an hour and a half drive, we'd only get back at Dalton with about half an hour until midnight...

Thinking, Kurt considered this. "Well, we could stay overnight at my house." he proposed.

I shook my head. "We have Warblers practice Saturday morning at 10, remember?" I reminded him.

Frowning, Kurt looked at me. "Coffee then drive?"

Nodding, I said, "It'll have to be. Is The Lima Bean still open at 10 or 11?"

"Oh yeah. I'm fairly certain it's open 24/7." Kurt nodded.

"Okay. Football then midnight drive." I decided, and, with a smile, walked out of Kurt's dorm.

Friday night (or really Saturday morning, to be fair) found me lying on my bed, wide-awake, and remembering everything that had happened in that insane football game. My thoughts started off reasonable, but as I drifted off to sleep, they became more lucid.

Cheering on the McKinley Titans, looking at the four girls, Rachel and Tina looked so tiny out there...

Seeing Karofsky at the edge of the field, wanting to punch him for hurting Kurt...

Sitting in hushed silence, Kurt's hand clutched in mine, as we stared in terror at Tina's figure lying unmoving on the field, feeling so elated when she got up...

Being impressed by the New Directions (and the football team came back!) number, their creepy make-up, their amazing zombie dancing, Kurt staring in surprise as he whispered, "They came back...Sue's gonna be mad.", and their great vocals...

My relief at Karofsky joining the number chilled when Finn, Kurt's brother, clapped him on the back, welcoming him...

Laughing all the way home with Kurt, both of us holding coffees, avoiding the topic of Karofsky...

Chanting "Brains!" along with the rest of the crowd...

Wondering whether the New Directions were actually zombies...

Wondering how Kurt would look in a football uniform...

I woke up the next morning to a pillow being shoved in my face. "Wha-?" I asked, groaning, and rolling over.

"Wake up!" I heard a high voice command me.

"No," I mumbled, "wanna sleep."

An amused voice came from the other side of the room, "I'd get up if I were you. He has a glass of water right above your head."

Kurt whirled around. "Trent!" he whined. "I didn't want him to know that!"

Looking up, I noticed a glass of water hanging about two feet above my head, held up by a long, thin arm. "Oh!" I exclaimed, and rolled off my bed, falling to the floor with a thunk.

"You idiot!" Kurt laughed at me as I got up quickly off the hard floor.

"That's a low blow." I told Kurt reproachfully.

"Hey, you actually did dump water on my head once. Call it payback." he defended himself, grinning.

From the other side of the room, Trent told us, "Guys, Warblers starts in fifteen minutes. See you there, okay?"

Nodding, Kurt answered, "Got it. If we're late, blame it on Blaine."

Trent chuckled. "Got that." and left the room.

"Okay, here you go." Kurt shoved a coffee cup, a bagel, and my uniform at me. "Eat, get dressed, and hurry up!" he ordered me, then flopped on Trent's bed, picking up a copy of Vogue he had.

Smiling, I changed (he had his back turned to me) quickly, and went into my bathroom to re-gel my hair. That only took a few minutes, so I splashed some water on my face, and went back to get my food. "Thanks for the coffee." I said.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "No problem. I don't think you'd have gotten up, water or no water, without coffee in the room."

"Aww, you know me so well!" I grinned.

"Goofball." Kurt accused me.

"Yeah, and you love it!" I replied, and finished off my coffee. Going into the bathroom to brush my teeth, I can out, ready to go.

"All good?" he asked.

I nodded. "All good."

Five minutes later, we were entering Warbler's rehearsal together, only to find everybody there, already waiting for us.

"Hey guys!" Wes greeted us with cheerfully.

"Hi...?" Kurt answered, uncertain.

"So, how was the game? Who won?" David asked.

"Nice try, guys, but I'm not gonna tell you about the New Directions." Kurt told them straight.

Wes pretended he had been hurt. "Oh, how your cruel words stab me!" All the Warblers chuckled at this. "No, I don't care about the New Directions, but what I do want to know is who won?"

"McKinley." I answered.

The Warblers all cheered for a second, then it died down quickly. "So was it a good game?" Thad asked.

I said the first thing that came to mind, "Yeah, the guys were all fairly good, but the girls didn't do much. Except for that Lauren girl, right? But then once the real team came back, they beat them."

"Blaine!" Kurt nudged me, and I realized what I'd said.

Looking around, they were all staring at me with disbelieving looks on their faces. "Girls?" Wes asked.

"Playing football?" David continued.

Finally, Kurt sighed, and nodded. "Yes, the entire football team quit, for reasons that I will not go into, and four of the girls from Glee decided to play on our team."

Looking around, I saw that we all caught that nuance. "You mean, McKinley's team." I corrected him gently.

He shook his head. "No, my team. My brother's on that team, and I was once on that team. Dalton doesn't have a football team, so that's my team."

"Guy's got a point." Nick put in.

"Yeah, I'd forgotten you'd played football." Jeff commented.

Looking embarrassed, Kurt ducked him head. "Only one game." he muttered.

Already knowing the whole story (how couldn't I—it was funny!), I added in, "But it was the only game they won that season."

Kurt smiled, and sighed. "A whole football team dancing Single Ladies...a dream come true."

Nick laughed. "Why couldn't I have seen that?" he said wistfully.

Whispering something into Nick's ear, Jeff grinned evilly. Eyes wide, Nick turned to his boyfriend. "Yes please." he said, and we all started laughing, only able to guess what Jeff had said.

However, we were broken off from our laughing by a telephone ringing. Now, as in any room, the Warbler's room had a telephone linked to the school which was used to call down and check on us or call students to the office during rehearsal, but it was so barely used, mostly we forgot about it.

Now, it was ringing, and we were all looking around for where we had put it. Finally, Wes saw it, and ceremoniously got up from the council's table to answer it. "Hello? Head Warbler Wes here." he answered with, and Kurt and I exchanged comic grins. Wes had always been very proud of his title.

All watching him, we saw his face grow curious, and he looked at Kurt. "It's for you." he said, and handed a confused Kurt the phone.

"Hello?" he asked, very nervous by this point.

Wes, grinning, clicked the speakerphone button, and a woman's voice filled the room.

"Porcelain, why aren't you here?" she asked harshly.

Shooting me an exasperated look as I gazed on in puzzlement, Kurt answered, "Coach Sue, I don't know where 'here' is."

Soooo, this was Coach Sue, the cheerleading coach at McKinley? But why was she calling Kurt?

"At Regionals! Why are you not here?" she demanded again.

"Because I'm not on the team. I quit last year, remember? And besides, I'm at Dalton now, so I couldn't be on the team even if I hadn't quit." Kurt spelled out patiently.

"Details. I need you to come to Regionals now—I can send someone to get you." she decided.

As we started to panic, Kurt stayed calm. "I'm sorry, Coach, but I can't. I'm in the middle of Warbler's rehearsal, and I don't go to McKinley anymore, therefore I'm not eligible to cheer for you." he reminded her.

"I could always transfer you back for this." she informed him.

Kurt's face froze, and we all drew in a collective breath. "Do you think the school would look kindly on attempted murder?" he asked her chillingly, and we all started to look around, utterly confused. "You may have been able to con Britt, but I will not sign, and I will not randomly transfer back to McKinley to help you out at Regionals."

"You were at the game, you saw how the trinity abandoned me!" she told him.

Nodding, Kurt asked, "I did, but how did you know I was at the game?"

She snorted. "You're attached at the hip to that gel-addict Warbler. I could practically smell the hair gel from the bus."

I blushed, and the other Warblers started laughing at me. Thankfully, Kurt shushed them. "While this is true, and I did see Quinn, Satan, and Britt at halftime, that doesn't give me reason to help you out." he said sharply.

"If you don't come, I'll lose!" she finally admitted.

Sighing, Kurt told her, almost kindly, "You lost the moment you switched the timing, Coach. Deal with it." then hung up the phone.

He looked up to see us staring at him. "What?" he asked, defensive.

Wes pointed to a seat. "Sit. Explain." he ordered.

Kurt smirked, and sat down. "There's not much to explain. Coach Sue hates the New Directions, Coach Beiste, and especially Mr. Schue, so, when we decided to perform at the football game's halftime show, she moved her Cheerios' Regionals competition to the same day, or at least so they wouldn't be able to go, and forced Quinn, Santana, and Brittany to choose between the Cheerios and Glee." he started.

"So they chose Glee?" David asked, trying to put it all together.

Shaking his head, Kurt smiled. "Of course not. They chose the Cheerios, but then Finn was able to convince them to come and perform with the New Directions."

"So that's why they were still there?" I checked, remembering seeing the three cheerleaders at the game.

As Kurt nodded, Nick asked, "But why would they choose the Cheerios first? Don't they love Glee more?"

My best friend nodded again, and smiled gently at everybody's confusion. "At McKinley, reputation matters, and it's constantly changing. Puck was the resident badass, but one time, he got his mohawk shaved off, and the nerds were able to throw him in a dumpster. He had to date Cedes, who was popular for all of two seconds because she was in the Cheerios, to climb on top again. Finn, along with all the other Glee guys, have to put up with so much crap for being in Glee, and get called gay and losers all the time. Even Artie, who's in a wheelchair, has been slushied before. So if the girls quit the Cheerios, they'd have to deal with all of that too, and they didn't want that." Kurt explained.

The Warblers who hadn't known about this were open-mouthed, the ones who had just unhappy.

"That's just...bad." Cameron commented slowly.

"It was." Kurt agreed, dryly.

"Wait, how did you live with that? I mean, if they didn't like the New Directions, what did they do to you?" Luke asked Kurt, and I tensed, wondering what he would say.

After a second, Kurt said, "I'm here, now, and that's what matters. Any other questions?" he deflected.

"So, the trinity is Santana, Brittany, and Quinn?" Jeff checked.

Nodding, Kurt answered, "Yeah, they call themselves the Unholy Trinity, I believe."

Finally, I asked the question that had been bothering me. "What did you mean, attempted murder? Is that about..." I trailed off suggestively.

He blanched. "No, not about that! Though transferring would—well, let's not go into that. No, Coach Sue has been trying to top herself, and decided that shooting Brittany out of a cannon would do that. It'd be a terrific and impressive stunt if done right, but also has like a 90% chance of failing. Britt didn't want to do it, but Coach convinced her that this cannon's two baby cannons would go hungry if she didn't do this. Britt being Britt would do anything for any baby something, so she signed a legal document giving Coach the right to perform the stunt."

This was met by a relieved sigh from me (I knew about Brittany's mind), and very confused looks by the rest of the Warblers. "Baby cannons...going hungry?" Trent asked, amused.

"Yup. Don't question Britt. All that matters is that she's a sweetie. So, seeing as I enjoy having all my limbs intact, I'm not doing that." Kurt replied.

"Yes, good, because we quite like having you intact as well." David grinned at me.

"Thank you, David." Kurt smiled. "Now, if there aren't any more weird questions about McKinley, then we should get on with rehearsal." he added.

Wes, heaving a giant sigh, accordingly rapped his gavel, and turned stiff again. "Okay, beginning rehearsal. Now, song choices for Regionals?"

Two hours later, after rehearsal, I was hanging with Kurt in his room when I asked him a question that had been bothering me since that phone call. "Could she transfer you back, just for spite?"

Looking at me, Kurt shook his head, then shrugged. "She possibly could have the power, but she wouldn't use it. She knows everything about Karofsky and all of the jocks, and even though she'd threaten me with it, she actually doesn't want me there to suffer that abuse—only the abuse she puts me through."

I laughed at this, then shoved my worries aside. Kurt was here to stay, and nobody could change that.

A/N: Anyone else think Sue would do that? ;) Anyway, as always, please review (I'd really LOVE to reach 100...), and the more I get, the faster I'll update (winkwink)! Thank you everyone!