Okay so the song used in this chapter was released after this would have happened but don't pay too much attention that, okay? That happens in Glee anyway, right?

Chapter 15- Boost Me Up


"Are you babies ready for the Cheerios pep rally?" Coach Sylvester barked at her five core cheerleaders. She had no idea how Tina Cohen-Chang had ended up on the squad, but here she was and she wasn't half bad. She had good flexibility and good performance chemistry with her friends. Although, from her new recruits, Kurt Hummel was the most vital asset. Realistically, he would be captain of the squad, but she reckoned that that would send the wrong message her young ladies and gentleman under her wing. Just because someone might be better technically did not mean that they should automatically get the highest position. But none of the others outside Kurt's friendship group saw his leadership potential. Sue Sylvester most definitely did.

And she was going to use it to further her own chances at Nationals just like the previous year before the boy foolishly quit the squad and help her main girls and gay further their agenda within the school.

She knew all about their little scheme as a group and knew that the Mohawk boy would not stand a chance against the powerful quintet. And she had planned the pep rally around them.

Brittany had found the perfect song to perform to follow up with their first day efforts with Run This Town. She had been planning the parts to the song for a while now. Of course the others had agreed to it, the song was perfect for them. It was perfect for their agenda and everybody would be listening. Santana probably fit the song best, but Kurt and Tina had prominent parts, too. Quinn thought it best to let those three take the leads. Brittany had agreed, thinking that the blondes' voices were much better at reinforcing the soloists rather than being front and centre with a song like this one.

She and Quinn didn't mind that their voices weren't always used, it just meant that their job was more important to make the others sound better. Everyone had their strengths and that was theirs. Outside of music, Quinn considered herself a dominant personality and it was true. She had a natural air of leadership about her and that was something that both the cheerleading squad and the KHHHB were grateful for very much.

Coach Sylvester scoffed at their peppy response. "This isn't the jamboree, you sweaty little children. This is preparation for competition. The more that audience of remedial, pre-pubescent mouth-breathing idiots loves your performance, the more I'll hate it and you have a better chance of winning Nationals if I hate the routine. Porcelain, your verdict?"

Kurt tried to follow her logic, but he was coming up blank. He desperately needed to stop looking for meaning within her spiels. It was becoming too much work, especially when it was painfully obvious that she was making no sense. Still, nobody would ever dare to call her out on it. No way. "We're ready, Coach Sylvester. The routine is polished, our vocals are flawless and there's just enough sex appeal that you'll be able to spot the boys who are touching themselves and eradicate them."

"Outstanding. You're all dismissed! And try not to fall over puddles of your own mediocre sweat in the process."

The Cheerios dispersed and the KHHHB regrouped for their pre-pep plans.

"Are we all ready for this?"

"I was born ready for this shit," Kurt sassed.

"Oh good, we're walking clichés," Santana groaned.

Quinn dismissed her passively. "So we all know what we have to do after the rally?"

Everyone nodded. They were not about to let this opportunity go. They had been passive for a lot longer than they wanted to be and things were about to change.

"Operation DB is in effect."

"I forget," Brittany hummed, "is DB for douchebag?"

Kurt chuckled. "It should be, Britt. That definitely counts."

Brittany grinned as they strutted down the hall, ready to remind people that it was time for the pep rally. Coach Sylvester used to do a mass broadcast through the PA system but she preferred not doing any work and instead sent the Cheerios around classrooms and other parts of the building so that they could be physically reminding of what they were there to see. It wasn't really about pep, everybody knew that Sue Sylvester used them as practise sessions for the Cheerios where she could gauge the reactions of her crowd.

And it was going to be a pep rally that nobody forgot in a hurry.


Quinn started everything off by announcing the Cheerios, and Kurt took a moment to think about everything.

There had been so many injustices in their school careers that they had felt the need to actively destroy one of their classmates in the eyes of the others. Of course it was for personal satisfaction and to teach him that he shouldn't go around messing with people, but that was exactly what they were doing. Wasn't it? Or was it different because they were taming the bully? Thinking in the eyes of the enemy to defeat the enemy. It was a tactic that many used for destruction because it worked. Perhaps too well sometimes. Everyone was feeling a taste for this sort of thing, perhaps except for Brittany.

Kurt, Quinn and Santana were naturally vindictive and were definitely ones for revenge, but Tina was slowly darkening, it seemed. Brittany would always be pure and completely full of joy, there was no changing that. Kurt didn't know if becoming the type of person Puckerman was being was fully worth the outcome. Kurt definitely wanted to continue with their plan, but more for his own personal gain. He hated Noah Puckerman was the power of a thousand suns, but there was no denying that the KHHHB had overstepped in their efforts. Kurt wondered whether people would see them as the new bullies once this was all over.

Suddenly the spotlight was upon him and the song was beginning and everything was in place. First they would show everyone how awesome they were through song, whilst sending a holier-than-thou message to Puckerman, Finn and Mercedes. Kurt knew that Tina was sending it to Artie too, now that things were going somewhere with Mike.

Kurt was well in the swing of things, the aura of the song capturing him.

(Santana)
Hold up
Hold up
Hold up

Let me make one thing clear
If you wanna keep on runnin' your mouth
Wastin' my time
Then here's what you gotta do

(Brittany)
Go on give it a kiss

(Kurt)
This pot's a-boilin' up
Don't press, press your luck
Run you down like a pick-up truck
Cause I'm a freak without warning

Kurt became so entranced into the song that Santana's next verse completely passed him by without warning. He quickly got back into the motions of the song as the Cheerios twirled and flipped around him. It was truly an epic routine.

(Kurt and Brittany)
I think you might have missed it
I think you got it twisted
When I told you to kiss it
My biscuit, my biscuit

(Quinn and Tina)
I think you might have missed it
I think you got it twisted
When I told you to kiss it
My biscuit, my biscuit

(Brittany)
Go on give it a kiss

(Kurt)
Who you is tryin' to fool?
Don't broke with the golden rule
You know honey that shit ain't cool
You can't tell me nothin'

(Santana)
You be a parasite
Roll you like a pair of dice
Serve you up, red beans and rice
Yeah I thought I done told ya

(Kurt and Santana)
I think you might have missed it
I think you got it twisted
When I told you to kiss it
My biscuit, my biscuit

(Brittany and Tina)
I think you might have missed it
I think you got it twisted
When I told you to kiss it
My biscuit, my biscuit

(Brittany)
Go on give it a kiss

(Quinn)
I see you baby
Creepin' on me
Creepin' on me
I'm-a put you to sleep

(Kurt)
It on the daily
They checkin' on me
Lookin' on beat
Let me tell you what you need

(Santana and Brittany)
I think you might have missed it baby
I think you got it twisted baby
My biscuit, biscuit

(Kurt and Tina)
I see you baby
Creepin' on me
Creepin' on me
I'm-a put you to sleep now

(All)
It on the daily
They checkin' on me
Lookin' on beat
Let me tell you what you need now

They completed their ending pose to raucous applause, the students going crazy for their sexually and verbally explicit performance. Coach didn't usually approve of invectives in their songs, but she had made an exception for this particular pep rally.

Kurt nodded to the others as Santana took up a microphone.

"The greatest show on Earth is happening in the parking lot in ten minutes. If you miss it, you'll be sorry you did."

As the students were dismissed, the Cheerios celebrated another great performance and the KHHHB zipped along the corridors to the parking lot, picking up their supplies along the way.


In position, they waited only a few minutes for people to arrive. It seemed as though their entire class was there to watch. Tina tapped on the car and signaled that they were ready to go. Kurt sat on top of the car passively.

Santana went to the next car over and picked up the paintbrush. Flicking it across the hood, she wrote the word "SLUT" in bright red letters.

"What the fuck? That's my truck!" Noah Puckerman burst forward from the crowd. "You bitch!"

Santana shrugged. "That's me. I'm owning my shit. Now you should own yours. You've done nothing but fuck up everybody's lives since you got here, yet you don't seem to think that you've done anything wrong! Now it's time you learned just how much of a bitch you are. Ready girls?"

At Santana's count, pandemonium erupted across the parking lot. The Cheerios started by throwing dodgeballs at him with precise execution. Each one hit him in a place where it would hurt. Kurt lazily tossed a water balloon at him which splattered over his head.

"Fuck you, Hummel!" Puck roared once the dodgeballs had been thrown.

Kurt snorted. "When you threw one at me, it had urine in it. Then you beat up my boyfriend for merely talking to me and then ambush us on our date just to tell us you don't approve. Not to mention the stuff I don't wish to repeat that went down in the locker room." Kurt smirked. It had gotten people whispering about him, something that he wanted to achieve. "This is nothing compared to what you've done. But I'm going to make it much worse for you, believe me."

"What about you, Q? You know that our daughter's back in Lima? Are you going to let them do this to me?"

Quinn swallowed tightly. She knew that he was going to bring up Beth, but she shook it off, having been ready for it. "No."

Puck smiled falsely.

She walked towards him slowly, meeting him halfway. He put a hand on her arm and she grinned devilishly, bringing her foot up to his tender regions, striking him hard between the legs. It was enough to make any grown man fall to the ground and weep, especially one as sensitive around the crotch as Noah Puckerman.

"Well that takes care of that," Quinn smiled as the Cheerios advanced, continuing to pelt him with water balloons and the occasional stray dodgeball. Santana took pictures, immediately posting them on social media. She figured that if it was done to anybody else, it would have been incredibly mean and something even she wouldn't have done. But because it was Puck, it was okay. She was fine stooping to his level just to get back at him."

Brittany threw the last water balloon, with perfect aim, right at the face of Mercedes Jones.

The girl hadn't seen it coming, but suddenly she was drenched from head to toe and everybody stepped away from her. Apparently the junior class had already been conditioned to associated the KHHHB's enemies with their enemies, something that would go down very well with their agenda. Mercedes was isolated, something that they knew she hated.

A quietly whimpering Puck remained lay on the floor as Mr. Schuester walked out into the parking lot. "What is going on here? Kurt, get down from there!"

"Sorry, Mr. Schuester. I can't do that. It's a great vantage point."

"What's happened to Puck? And Mercedes?"

Santana growled. "They got what's been coming to them for a long time now."

Mr. Schuester frowned deeply, walking towards them. "I don't know what on Earth's gotten into the five of you, but I'm very disappointed."

Brittany scoffed. "You're disappointed in us? Mr. Schuester, that's so unfair of you. Puck has been a destructive bully since freshman year. Kurt has never had a day at this school where he hasn't been targeted at least once. You've seen it with your own eyes, yet you ignored it simply because it was easier for you not to get involved."

"Brittany, that's—."

She held up a hand. "I'm not finished. You've been completely unfair to everyone in Glee who isn't Finn or Rachel and that needs to end or we're not returning tomorrow. We have enough extra-curricular activities to apply for the colleges we want to go to and we're not featured in Glee as it is. Santana got two lines at Regionals and the rest of us got absolutely nothing. You took a practise solo away from Tina just to get Rachel back and Kurt hasn't got a chance of singing at competition because you think he can only sing Broadway standards. I don't mind not getting a solo and I don't believe I could handle it, but the four of them standing here can all win you a competition with their voices."

Santana nodded. "And if you let Brittany dance, I guarantee you that you won't even need people to sing. She's amazing, but you wouldn't know that. Oh wait, you did let her teach hairography, possibly your worst idea for a lesson to date."

Quinn paused. "Wait, are we counting Funk week?"

Tina chuckled. "I forgot about that! I think I blocked it out."

Kurt sighed. "You see, Mr. Schuester, that we're all bored with the way you run the club. Rachel directs you and then you pretend to direct us. You let us perform sometimes in the assignments, but only if Rachel lets us. Glee is not a student run association but it may as well be. Make some changes, Mr. Schue, or you'll be looking for five new replacements for the background singing you're probably going to have us do next week."

In tandem, they walked away to Quinn's Lexus, not even noticing that Puck had hobbled his way inside, Finn rushing to help him.

"Things need to change here, Finn," Puck groaned, "they can't get away with this. You can make that happen."

"How?"

"You live with Kurt, right?"

Finn nodded. "I get it. I need to make life for him at home worse than it is at school. He's definitely done that for me. He told my mom about my report card I was hiding from her."

"The guy's a dick and you're behind enemy lines. I want you to spy on one of their sleepovers, maybe find some things out. Don't fuck this up, dude."

Finn sighed. He liked Kurt sometimes, but the way he was running around trying to take over everything and turning Sam gay was not cool. "I won't."

"Good. Get Aretha to help you."

"Who?"

"Mercedes. She hates them now more than ever. She'll definitely be able to tell you some things about Hummel you can feed to his dad."

Finn nodded, an idea forming in his mind that would most definitely work.

And he had been meaning to tell Burt about it for a while now.

Now was the perfect time.


Author's Note: The song I used was "Biscuit" by Ivy Levan, which is such a badass song I couldn't refuse the opportunity for them to perform it! I did omit a verse which contains lyrics I don't approve of and I thought might be offensive/insensitive to some readers, but you can Google them if you're curious. Sorry about the wait again, this story always seems to trouble me the most! I've also figured out that it will have 27 chapters in total and more shit is going to go down between now and then.

Next chapter: Finn's attempt at a KHHHB takedown and the ensuing repercussions. A.K.A: Kurt gets angry again.