Riot
Summary: After Kurt blows up at Will, the Club is left to deal with the aftermath.
Rating: T
Characters: New Directions, Sue Sylvester
AU Warnings: A redo of 2x02, partially, and some new developments.
"Is that the first time Lady Hummel has even been inside the Principal's office?" Santana began the discussion, surprised and definitely impressed by Kurt's newfound audacity to stand up to teachers. With a little more training, he could be my sidekick, the Latina thought absent-mindedly as the Glee Club thought about the situation.
Rachel look both amused and astounded. "If Kurt gets suspended, we'll need to find another member for Sectionals!"
"Berry, Sectionals is like weeks away. Kurt isn't being shipped off to the military for this, you know?" Puck pointed out, stopping Rachel's impending rant about numbers for competition.
Rachel shook her head. "If this is going to be a recurring theme in Kurt's life, we need to be prepared to replace him for Sectionals! You all wouldn't understand. None of you are as committed to show choir as I am."
"You say that like it's a good thing," Quinn snorted. Everybody else nodded in agreement.
"I-."
"Can it, dwarf. Your shrill tones give me a headache," Santana rubbed her head dramatically. Brittany went in her bag and pulled out pills for her to take. Santana politely declined them.
"Well, I for one never knew that Kurt had it in him," Quinn supplied, getting a nod from Artie.
Tina frowned. "Oh, please. Kurt's been waiting for an opportunity like this since Madonna week when he was made to sing about treating females correctly."
"I never understand why he was there with us," Mike said, shocking everybody. Mike Chang never contributed to group discussion. Mike shrugged. None of the other guys were going to say anything, after all.
"Another example of Mr Schuester's oblivious attitude. I'm starting to think he just doesn't care about us," Mercedes sighed.
Finn sighed. "Mr Schue is a great Glee coach, guys. We're lucky to have him." Rachel echoed his statement with a nod.
The glares that the two received from the rest of the club were piercing and filled with rage. Santana actually stepped to the front of the class, not caring if Mr Schuester were to walk back into the room and listen to her. She would've actually prefered it. It beat having to sit there in silence while Barbra Berry and Sloppy Joe got the solos all the time.
"Listen up, you two, because I'm only saying this once. If you think that Mr. Schuester treats us fairly and equally, then you're either deluded or just plain stupid. Finn, I'm sure your case is the latter." Rachel glared at her, rubbing Finn's arm.
"You two are clearly the subjects of his favouritism and you're a fool to argue otherwise. What Grandma Hummel did was what the rest of us hadn't. Confronted Mr. Schuester about his inconsistent teaching. He's a good teacher and has the best of intentions, but he's completely biased and focused on reliving his own Glee glory days. Kurt was right; he is uptight. That guy needs to get laid or stop bringing his shit to school with him. We all have drama."
"You called him Kurt," Mercedes pointed out.
"So not the point," Santana began. "Kurt, I mean Prancy Smurf, just started something great. Maybe we can all pitch in our complaints and get things sorted around here. Justice will be served."
The chatter around the room increased as everyone thought of their own suggestions/complaints for the director.
Before anybody could vocalise their opinions, Sue Sylvester ducked into the room, smirking.
"I couldn't help but overhear Boobs McGee here talking about how bad William Schuester is at doing his job. Nothing brings me more pleasure, besides pushing fatties down the stairwell, than seeing Spongehair Squarechin teased for the one thing that he thinks he's actually good at."
"Um, Miss Sylvester," Rachel tried to speak.
"Who's this?" Sue pointed at Rachel, not looking at her.
"I'm Rachel Berry. We've had a conversation before! You called me Streisand?"
"I don't remember you, but you look like Barbra Streisand getting punched in the face by a tractor. Onto more pressing matters...where is my Sweet, Sweet Porcelain?"
Finn looked confused.
"In the Principal's office," Tina supplied, looking Sue right in the eye.
"Ah, Rice Queen. I thought you were deported back to whatever nation you came from," Sue blinked.
"That's so racist." Brittany whispered to Santana.
"May I ask why Porcelain has gotten himself landed in the office of the dullest human in America with the notable exception of Liam Neeson? Q?"
"Well, Kurt spoke up about Mr. Schuester not letting us do Britney Spears for the pep assembly. He told Mr. Schue to "Let loose a little, would you? Stop being so freaking uptight all the time"." Sue nodded, impressed at Porcelain's ballsy nature that had appeared from absolutely nowhere.
"Job number one, Q: Get that flammable china doll back on the Cheerios, immediately! I'll just cut the girl who looks like she needs a hammer to the face. Job number two: I'm getting Porcelain out of that rancid office. Job number three: All of you, for the love of God, at least try not to look like sad pathetic losers all the time. It takes all the fun out of bullying you. Well, this has been fun. Let's never do this again. Q, get on it. The rest of you, try not to fall over your own feet."
And with that, she left the room.
The Glee Club just stared at each other, unsure of what to think.
"Who is Porcelain? Is he a dog?" Brittany spoke and Mercedes snorted. Santana slapped her upside the head and shook her head to Brittany.
"No, Britt, Kurt is Porcelain. That's what Sue calls him."
"Oh. Do they have porcelain dolphins in the ocean, San? Can I have one?" She clapped her hands excitedly.
"I don't know about the others, but this dolphin has just officially snapped." Santana remarked, raising her eyebrow, intrigued by the feistier side of Liberace. She would have to give him some extra lessons but, somehow, she didn't think he would need them.
Mike was about to open his mouth and say something further when Kurt and Mr. Schue stepped into the room. Kurt glared at Mr. Schue before resuming his seat on the back row next to Mercedes. Mercedes turned to him and started to speak.
"Get it, white boy. I've never seen you that angry before."
Kurt chuckled slightly. "Oh, Mercedes, that was nothing. Let's just say things will be different around here after today. Or else I will do everything in my power to make it a fair place for everyone to have a say. Even if that means removing certain members of staff..." Kurt's eyes flicked up, knowing Mr. Schue could hear him.
"Now, Kurt-."
Kurt held a hand up. "I think it's best if you don't speak to me until you've readjusted your vision for this club. Otherwise I might snap." Kurt dismissed him rudely and shared a look with Santana. She gave him a nod of approval. Quinn turned back to him.
"Kurt, Coach Sue wanted me to tell you that you've been reinstated as a key member of the Cheerios. She recognises your wasted talent and potential and wants to make sure that you don't get rusty from lack of singing and dancing." Quinn smirked and turned back to Mr. Schuester, who was glaring at her. "Just stating a fact." She shrugged. Kurt smirked too.
Ah. So that was how it went down.
"Mr. Schuester," Mercedes spoke up. "I think that-."
"I don't want to hear it, Mercedes! Kurt has already argued and cajoled Sue into making us do Britney at the assembly."
"Who's doing me?" Brittany asked. Santana patted her leg warmly. Kurt chuckled at Brittany's innocence.
"And she also let me know that I would be fired if Kurt wasn't singing lead."
"What?!" Rachel gasped.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Sit this one out, Rachel. Save it for Sectionals." Kurt suggested.
"Good idea, Kurt! You're finally beginning to look out for the whole team rather than just yourself."
"I've finally opened my eyes, Rachel," Kurt replied, his voice just dripping with sarcasm. Santana snorted. Rachel somehow did not catch on.
Something told Tina that Rachel wouldn't be singing at Sectionals, either.
"I guess we should pick a Britney song," Mike suggested. Mr. Schue had to look twice to see if Mike really had spoken up. "Kurt, I guess it's up to you."
Kurt smiled at Mike. "Well, I'm not doing it solo. I'd like Santana, Brittany, Quinn and Tina to assist me in singing a heated rendition of Toxic." The girls all nodded happily at Kurt's choice.
Kurt stepped up into the centre of the room and looked at Mr. Schue before swirling around to face the club as a whole.
"I guess we should start practising."
Author's Note: The song was 'Riot' by Mikky Ekko from his new album, Time.