Being Apart Of Something Special

Fighter


"A suspension?" Finn exclaimed, sitting in Principal Figgins' office, along with Crescendo and Puck.

"This is garbage!" Puck added, with fire in his eye, "You can't suspend us! You should be awarding us for turning your lame ass assembly into the most bitchin' one this school has ever seen!"

"Yeah," Crescendo agreed, "What he said... but without all the swearing."

"Noah Puckerman, watch your language!" Figgins fought back, "You boys not only interrupted an important assembly about the dangers of teenage drug use, but you vandalized school property by smashing the guitars at the end of the performance!"

"Wait," Finn said, "So this is about the guitars? I was on the drums, so I shouldn't be here..."

"Don't get a bitch, dude." Puck commented, giving Finn a dirty look, then averting his attention to look back at Figgins, "Look, we have Nationals in a week, and that's why we crashed the assembly. It was a rally for new members."

Figgins squinted his eyes, full of disbelief. He glared at Crescendo, the obvious truthful and responsible one, "Is this true?"

Crescendo, startled, replied, "Y—yes! Yeah, it's true. We need a new member, or else we have to forfeit."

After about a minute of thinking, Figgins finally answered in their favor, "Fine. You boys are off the hook, but just this once!"

"Wait, you're kidding me, right?" Puck practically yelled at the principal, "I just said that!"

Finn patted him on the shoulder as they stood to leave the office, "Just let it go. Come on."

Puck glared at Figgins, shrugged Finn's hand off of his shoulder, and angrily walked out of the office. The other two Sex Lords followed. Out in the hall, Puck was fuming. Finn and Crescendo failed at repeated attempts to calm him down.

"Dude, just look at it this way," Crescendo began, "We've got a girl auditioning for us later, and maybe if she's stupid enough, she'll sleep with you."

"Yeah," Puck smiled for only a moment, "Wait-" he was cut off by the bell, and by Crescendo walking away with Finn. He stood in the hall as it became filled with rushing students, "Did he just call me stupid?"

"No, but you sure do look stupid standing here talking to yourself." A petite girl with light brown hair answered his rhetorical question from behind. She had a cheetah-print handbag, and a faux-fur collared sweater.

Puck turned around at the sound of her voice, "Well excuse me, little rich girl."

"It's Motta." she said, "Sugar Motta."

"Well, Sugar," he grew a flirtatious grin, getting closer to the girl, "I'm this infamous Puckasaurus, but you probably knew that already, because-"

"No, I didn't, actually," She said with attitude, "And I don't really care care. Sorry I'm not sorry."


"Thanks to the combined efforts of our very own Finn, Crescendo, and Puck-"

"We prefer The Sex Lords, Mr. Schue." Puck interrupted the teacher during one of their final glee meetings before Prom, Nationals, and finally, Graduation.

"Right, well, anyway, I'd like to introduce you all to our newest glee clubber," he gestured to the door, allowing the princess to walk in, "Ms. Sugar Motta!"

As she walked into the home of the New Directions, all eyes in the room glared at her. The girls' eyes were mostly jealous of her designer clothing and the obvious amount of cash she probably had in her handbag. And the boys were immediately infatuated by her beauty, even Blaine and Crescendo, who weren't even attracted to girls in the first place.

"No freakin' way!"

"What's wrong, Puck?"

"Yeah, what's wrong, Puckasaurus?" Sugar echoed from beside Mr. Schue.

"What's wrong is that you rejected me earlier with no remorse! Not cool." Puck crossed his arms.

"Well, sorry if I'm a little turned off by that dead squirrel on your head, and the fact that you look like a 30-year old man preying on poor, innocent high school girls." Sugar placed hand over her mouth, bearing a shocked expression as if she didn't mean to say those words, "Sorry, I have Aspergers."

"Ass burgers?" Finn muttered under his breath, too low for anyone else to hear.

"I like this girl," Santana whispered to Brittany, who nodded in agreement. "Come sit with us, Sugar!" Santana called out to daddy's little girl. With haste, she strutted up to sit beside Santana.

"Ever since Artie went to the wizard to get new legs, he's had Quinn under a spell, and Falsetto's turned into a sour patch kid, so we need a third person to complete our unholy trinity." Brittany quietly told her.

"You want in?" Santana asked.

Sugar smiled at the two cheerleaders, "I'll consider it."

"Okay, moving on!" Schuester sloppily scribbled Prom/Nationals on the board. "First, I just want to stress that we must leave for Nationals the morning after prom, so you guys can't get to crazy on Friday night. And also, we need to start reworking our set-list. Rachel's off in New York, so of course, she can't perform her solo, and Sebastian's gone, so he and Blaine can't perform their duet. Which means that position is open as well."

No one said anything. They all awkwardly glanced around the room.

"Would anyone like to go first?" Mr. Schue asked.

"I," Blaine hesitated to stand up, "I have a song, Mr. Schue."

As he stood, the glee clubbers looked with awe at his recovery. Just a couple of weeks ago, he was a destroyed human being. He had lost his fashion sense, and apparently ran out of hair gel. But now, he looked like his normal self. His pants were just above his ankles, and his bowtie was preppy as ever, with blue and red stripes. And his hair, well, was molded into his scalp with hair gel.

"I had a rough patch over the last few weeks, and I think I've finally found a song to express my frustration toward a certain someone." Blaine pulled up a chair, but he didn't sit in it. Instead, he stared at it, picturing someone was sitting there. Sebastian. "After all you put me through, you think I'd despise you. But in the end, I wanna thank you, because you made me that much stronger,"

"...Well I thought I knew you, thinkin' that you were true
Guess I, I couldn't trust; called your bluff, time is up
'Cause I've had enough
You were there by my side, always down for the ride
But your joy ride just came down in flames 'cause your greed sold me out in shame..."

Blaine sang the Christina Aguilera song with the same anger she had. He scolded the chair in front of him as if Sebastian was really sitting there with that smirk across his face,

"...After all of the stealing and cheating you probably think that I hold resentment for you
But uh uh, oh no, you're wrong
'Cause if it wasn't for all that you tried to do, I wouldn't know
Just how capable I am to pull through
So I wanna say thank you
'Cause it
Makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder
It makes me that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter
Made me learn a little bit faster
Made my skin a little bit thicker
Makes me that much smarter
So thanks for making me a fighter..."

Blaine continued to let out every bit of anger he had left. Everything around him seemed to vanish. It was just him and Sebastian sitting in his Sebastian's bedroom just before he was taken over. None of that affected Blaine anymore. Nothing that Sebastian did, or will ever try to do again mattered. All that mattered now was Kurt. He knew Kurt would love to see him this way. Strong; empowering.

"...How could this man I thought I knew
Turn out to be unjust so cruel
Could only see the good in you
Pretend not to see the truth
You tried to hide your lies, disguise yourself
Through living in denial
But in the end you'll see
You won't stop me!
I am a fighter and I
I ain't gonna stop
There is no turning back
I've had enough..."

"Wow, Anderson," Santana commented when Blaine finished the song, "I never knew you had it in you to be so pissed off. The whole song was just—just wanky."

Blaine had snapped out of the different reality he visited. The bedroom walls around him vanished, and Sebastian just disappeared from the chair in front of him. He turned to face the group, and said, "Well, in all honesty, I was just getting all of my frustration toward Sebastian out."

"Sebastian?" Lauren wondered, "Why him?"

"Because," Blaine stopped in his tracks. Was he truly ready to speak the truth? Of course, he knew what happened, and although it pained him to so much as think of it, he accepted it. He didn't live in denial like most victims of such thing would do. But he never spoke of out out loud before, and that terrified him, "I—I was taken advantage of."

Just then, two faces the New Directions weren't expecting for another week walked into the choir room. The one on the left's jaw dropped, along with a designer bag.

Kurt.

"Blaine?"