AN: Since I never got a response for the person that was supposed to get the drabble of their choice, I decided to do a drabble dedicated to one of my most ardent fans. Justareader13, thank you so much for your constant encouragement. It's what makes writing these drabbles so much fun! That being said, WHERE IS THE NEXT CHAPTER OF 'THE BOY IS MINE'?

No pairings, but Lauren/Mercedes/Sue friendship, and Karofsky bashing.

Drabble 50

Lauren and Mercedes were talking in the hallways before school, when an imperious voice cut through their discussion.

"Brassy hag, American badass, my office, now!"

Exchanging confused looks, Mercedes and Lauren followed Sue to her office, where the cheerleading coach yelled for Becky to hold her calls before shutting the door behind them. She sat down and folded her hands into a steeple, gaze sliding between the two girls.

"Two tons of fun, if there was another member in Glee, would you leave?"

"Hell yes."

"Aretha, what would you do to get Porcelain back in McKinley?"

Mercedes' response was instant. "Anything."

Sue smiled. "I thought you might say that. Listen carefully ladies."

Lauren and Mercedes exchanged glances as Sue outlined her plan. "We're in."

Karofsky was at his locker when he was forcefully turned around and slammed against it. "What the fuck! Get your hands off me, lard ass!" He snarled.

Lauren smiled, right before she drove her knee into his groin. Her fists in his collar kept him up. "Listen up, and listen good."

Mercedes stepped forward, placed her hand on her hips, rolled her neck, and let Karofsky have it. "All right, you sorry ass, punk bitch, pathetic excuse for a human being. Kurt's coming back to McKinley, and you're gonna leave him alone. If you don't..."

Lauren grabbed Karofsky's balls and squeezed. Karofsky yelped, face turning white. "If you don't, you and me are gonna go into an empty classroom. One of us won't be walking out."

"That goes for the rest of your bitch ass boys on the football team too. Got it?"

Karofsky looked like he was about to faint. "G-g-g-got it," he stammered. Lauren applied a little more pressure.

"Are you sure? Because we could do this until the bell rang." Mercedes asked.

"I GOT IT!" He slumped to the ground as Lauren let him go, cradling his 'package'.

Lauren cracked her knuckles. "I don't wanna have to have this conversation again, Karofsky."

Lauren and Mercedes ducked into the ladies' room, where Lauren proceeded to thoroughly wash her hands. Sue emerged from one of the stalls, startling them. "How did it go?"

"He agreed, after I used my special brand of persuasion," Lauren said, shrugging.

"Excellent. Brassy hag, I look forward to seeing you and Porcelain back in Cheerios practice. I'll even let you keep the pants."

Mercedes did not have time to formulate a response, as Sue promptly marched from the bathroom.