Summary: The plan is set in motion but Sam discovers cause for concern. Later in the evening Sebastian gets the shock of his life.

After returning the trophy to Finn and a rather awesome performance of Some Nights, Blaine updated Sam on all of his information, including what he had found out from Mr. Motta. Never the less, Sam still had questions. Blaine had no issues answering them especially since he and the Dalton guys agreed that it was for the best if he did.

"Ok, so why do you guys only fight the night before a four-day weekend?"

"Seriously? All that information and that's your question?" Blaine teased "It's because it gives facial bruising time to heal or at least lighten to where it can be covered with make-up before we go back to classes. We have a team that puts ice or even raw meat on fighters right away if necessary. We'll have fights before longer breaks too, but only guys that are not immediately headed home can fight. By the way, we do have medical attention on stand-by in case of a bigger injury occurs."

Blaine's explanation made Sam laugh "Only you prep school boys would come up with a rule like that. Hell, only you guys would put rules on a fight club in the first place. Next question, did anyone here at McKinley, besides Finn, know about all of this?"

"Yeah, actually Puck, Dave Karofsky and a bunch of other jocks, but since they had actually seen me fight they had signed registration forms so they couldn't talk about it without consequences. I'm pretty sure Dave didn't recognize me at first, but when he went after me at that stupid Night of Neglect he finally did. He looked really glad that Santana had stepped in."

For the second time in 24 hours Sam had an epiphany "That's why you were never Slushied and neither was Kurt after he returned from Dalton. Yeah, there was that whole Prom Queen thing, but that was anonymous so people could get away with it. Is that why Karofsky agreed to that Bully Whips thing, to make amends so you didn't kick his ass?"

"Maybe a little, but it was mostly Santana threatening to out him."

"Wow, that takes on a whole new meaning with everything that happened" Sam stated while Blaine nodded in agreement. Sam's next question was harder to answer "Blaine, what are you going to do about Kurt?"

"I don't know."

"I'm so sorry for any part I played, but again I don't think the rest of the New Directions knew what Kurt was going to do either."

"Sam, you have nothing to be sorry about. As far as the others are concerned, I know in my head they probably had no idea, but…"

"Blaine, seriously, are you going to able to forgive them?"

"Again, all I can say is I don't know. I can tell you that if last year's team was still here I would most likely have left by now" Blaine admitted "I swear I have nothing against this year's club" then with a smile he added "especially you. Finn is another story, but he and I always had problems." After that bit of honesty, he stood up and announced "I better go so I can get ready for tonight."

"I really wish you would let me go with you. You know I wouldn't say anything."

"Sam, I know but as I said before, someone could find out and this can't be a New Directions vs Warblers thing. I'm the only one that no one would question being in both places. I promise that I will call you tomorrow and let you know what happened." Sam remained worried but gave his friend a hug and let him go.

When Blaine reached Jeff and Nick's room he was met with some bad news. The current King had been pissed that he had been bumped from his fight for a Legacy and had spoken out about it. Not only that but he had seen Blaine's fake name and those people he told had figured out who was fighting. While the boys were still contemplating possible consequences for those that leaked the news, Blaine received a text from Sam. Evidently Puck was back in town and had invited Sam and Finn to come with him to watch the fights at Dalton.

"Guys this can't happen. I have worked too hard to keep what's going on here from the New Directions." Most of the Warblers that were there didn't know if Blaine being this pissed was a good thing or a bad thing. Good in that it was pumping up his adrenaline to fight Hunter, but bad in that it could become a distraction. However, those on the Rules Council knew it wasn't an issue.

"Blaine this is not a problem" Jeff assured him "After an incident last year we instituted a rule that anytime a Dalton matter was being settled in Fight Club the gates would be locked and only Dalton students would be admitted. The gate guards have been verifying IDs all day so that no one without official business was able to get on campus. I also got a text from Jimmy saying that the Head Master left 20 minutes ago and he and Phil locked the gates. No one is getting in Blaine. Everything is fine."

"That's brilliant." Blaine said probably a little louder than he wanted, but it showed how truly relieved he was "How did you get the guards to do that?"

"We asked nicely."

While all of this was going on in Jeff and Nick's room, Sebastian and Hunter were getting ready in theirs.

"You better not be lying to me Smythe."

"I have told you a million fucking times that I don't know who the fuck Wolverine is!" Sebastian was completely frustrated. Hunter had been harping on this ever since he found out that his original opponent had been replaced by this Wolverine "I only know of Wolverine because I overheard the Rules Council talking about him but they never mentioned his real name. He had already left before I got here. And you know I couldn't ask anyone else because the first rule of Fight Club is…You. Don't. Talk. About. Fight Club!"

"Fine, I believe you" Hunter relented "Now let's get going. I want to place a bet before things get too crazy."

"Are you really stupid enough to bet on yourself?" Sebastian asked. When Hunter didn't answer an almost sickening feeling came over him "You better not be hopped up on steroids Clarington. I swear, if you are, I don't care what happens to me. I will report you."

"Oh for the love of god, I told you I wouldn't when you came up with the idea to get the Golden Boy here, even though you wouldn't actually participate. For your information, I haven't shot up in five days. But remember, since your precious Blaine said No thanks, my plan for the Warblers starts Tuesday."

Sebastian had hoped beyond hope that Blaine would have agreed to come back even though he knew it had been a long shot. Now he only had four days to come up with a plan to stop Hunter. He had gotten Trent out of the line of fire by kicking him off the Warblers, but he had no clue of how to protect the others.

As they headed out the door Hunter let out a snicker "You know Smythe, sometimes you forget that I am your fucking babysitter and not the other way around. Your dad may have been State's Attorney but Mr. Flawless' boyfriend, or is it ex, whatever, his dad is a fucking United States Congressman." Hunter paused for a moment, knowing he had said something he shouldn't have "You know what, forget it. Let's go" and he started to walk again.

Sebastian wasn't going to let it go, especially if Kurt Hummel involved, but he knew it would have to wait as he dealt with all of this other crap first. By the time he and Hunter were half way to where the fights were being held, they found it hard not to notice the large amount of boys headed in the same direction.

"Is it always like this?" Hunter asked.

"Yeah, but I can't help but notice that these are only guys from Dalton. That's unusual." Actually it was very unusual but Sebastian didn't want to say that out loud. No one had informed him that the fight was going to be locked down even though he was on staff. Something definitely didn't feel right.

"Listen in on what people are saying" Hunter told him "Maybe we can find out what's going on."

Sebastian did just that but it was clear that the lack of outsiders was not what anyone was talking about.

"Is it really him?"

"That's what everyone is saying."

"I thought he was a myth. You know like an urban legend."

"Are you sure it's the same guy? I find it hard to believe."

"I can't wait to see him kick that pompous douche's ass."

At the other end of the campus the crowd gathered on the wrong side of the locked gate had begun to clear out. However, the boys from Lima were walking the perimeter to see if they could find a way in.

"I can't believe I came back from LA for this and we can't get in" Puck grumbled.

"I know. This is bull shit!" Finn stated with a noticeable whine in his voice. Ever since Blaine had let it slip about Dalton's Fight Club he had been wanting to see a fight. "Sam, you and Blaine broke in here to rescue the trophy. How did you do it?"

Sam tried to quickly come up with a reasonable answer so he wouldn't have to reveal how they actually got in "First of all, Blaine was with me and he knew how to get in since he had gone here. Then there's the fact that the place wasn't locked down like a prison at the time."

They were about to head back to the car when they saw a couple of other guys coming toward them from the opposite direction "Hey, I know this is probably a stupid question, but did you find anything?" Puck asked.

"Nah" one of the guys said "Nothing. Plus, they have security walking the grounds."

"Well shit. That settles that" Puck huffed in frustration "Now we have to drive all the way back to Lima. Fuck!"

"At least we live here in Westerville. By the way, I'm Toby and this is Wyatt."

"Puck, Finn and Sam"

"Nice to meet you and too bad you drove all this way. We heard there's some serious shit going down tonight" Wyatt informed them.

"How can you talk about it?" Sam asked, but then wondered how they could possibly know what was happening and decided that he should probably listen to what they were going to say.

"We never signed the blood oath."

"It's not a blood oath, it's just a registration form" Puck slapped his hand over his mouth once he realized what he had said.

Finn went wide-eyed and turned to his best friend "You've been to a fight before?! When?! With who?! Where was I?! What the fuck dude?!"

"Um, yes, junior year, with some of the guys from the football team, you were having sex with Sam's girlfriend." That answer stopped any further questions.

Now both of the Westerville boys went wide-eyed, but Sam didn't care (Well, maybe he cared a little. He had really liked Quinn). "So, how do you know what's going on?" he asked "You obviously don't go to Dalton or you would be inside the gate."

"One of our friends graduated from here. We all got drunk one night this summer and he told us what goes on. He about had a panic attack the next morning when he realized what he had done" Wyatt told them.

"We never promised not to talk about it, but we did promise to never use his name if he let us know when the next fight was" Toby added.

"So, you're blackmailing your friend" Finn pointed out.

"Well, you slept with your friend's girlfriend."

Since there was no real way to respond to that, Sam knew he had to get the conversation back to Fight Club so he could find out more information from their new acquaintances "Whatever, water under the bridge (mostly). What I want to know is what's going on behind that gate."

Puck held up his hand to stop the others from starting "Finn, Sam, I can't stop these guys from telling you about Fight Club. If they want to take their lives into their own hands that's none of my business. However, I have signed the registration so I can't talk about it. Also, since you haven't signed the registration and I brought you here, I am responsible for your silence. If you talk about this to anyone and it gets back to me, I will pay the consequences just like their friend will when people find out they're talking." Puck then turned to the others and said "And I assure you, the club's Rules Council will find out." Once he felt they had all been sufficiently warned he asked "Now, are you still sure you want to do this?"

When they all nodded, Puck waved his arm as a sign for the two Westerville guys to begin.

"So, Dalton Fight Club is like a ladder. You win, you go up a step. You lose, you go down. On top of the ladder is the King. If the King doesn't have someone to fight one night, anyone who transferred to Dalton in either their Junior of Senior year can call for a King of the Mountain Challenge. If he wins, he pushes the King off the top and becomes the new King" Wyatt explained.

"Your saying there's a King of the Mountain Challenge tonight?" Finn tried to clarify what they were talking about since it was a lot of information to sort out.

"Yes" Toby confirmed "But the King was told he wasn't fighting tonight. He got pissed and told a bunch of people which is probably the reason for the lockdown." Sam noted that they were wrong about the reason for the lockdown, but that had been the only thing they got wrong.

"The reason he was bumped was for what's called a Legacy Exemption. A King in good standing that had to leave Dalton before he graduated becomes known as a Legacy. When he leaves he's given an Exemption. The Legacy can come back and play that Exemption at any time. No questions asked. That's what happening tonight in the King of the Mountain Challenge." Then Toby added "We did a lot of digging around and found out that there is only one Legacy at this time. We couldn't find out his real name, but we know he fights under the name Wolverine."

Puck tried very hard to not show any sign of how surprised he was since he knew Wolverine was the name Blaine fought under.

Sam tried very hard to not show any signs of how concerned he was since he knew Blaine and the other guys in Fight Club had a huge problem on their hands.

They had a leak.

At the same time that Sam was learning about the leak, Sebastian and Hunter finally reached where the fights were being held. There was a huge line to get in due to the fact that everyone that was not a fighter or staff had to show their Dalton picture ID to get in. There were no exceptions. One of the guys at the door had even sent away his own roommate who had forgotten his ID.

Since Sebastian was staff and Hunter was fighting they got in pretty easily and when they did they both headed over to the betting table. Hunter wanted to make his bet and Sebastian was supposed to work the table but when he got there he was informed that his assistance wasn't necessary.

"So, you're not working? That means you can bet on me." Hunter said when found out.

"I didn't bring money asshole because I thought I wouldn't be able to bet" Sebastian was getting frustrated. He knew something was going on that he didn't know about. As soon as he could ditch Hunter he was going to find out exactly what it was.

"Well, I brought money" Hunter pulled a huge wad of cash out of his jacket pocket.

"Holy fuck, Clarington! Put that shit away. How much did you bring?"

"Ten G"

Sebastian ran his fingers through his hair and let out a deep breath "You brought ten thousand dollars to bet on yourself. That was probably the most asinine thing you have ever done and that's saying a lot."

"Aw, and I was going to buy you something pretty with my winnings" Hunter said with a wink before leaving to go back to the betting table.

Once Hunter was gone Sebastian went to look for Thad. By the time he found him some of the undercard fights had already taken place. "Thad, what the hell is going on. Why was I told I wasn't needed to work tonight?"

"The guys and I thought you would enjoy a night off."

"Funny Harwood. Try telling the truth this time."

"Ok fine. The guys and I thought you would enjoy watching your supposed best friend get his ass kicked."

"You have that much faith in this Wolverine guy?" Sebastian asked in disbelief.

Thad could not hold back his smile "Let's just say I put a thousand bucks down on Wolverine to win. Now if you'll excuse me, it's about time for the main event."

Since he had a good view of the fight area, Sebastian stayed where he was. It seemed like it took forever, but finally it was time for the fight. However, before things could start Jeff came out and announced that the King had been stripped of his title and all Fight Club privileges. When he was finished, Thad came out to introduce the fighters. Sebastian had to laugh when no one said a thing during Hunter's introduction, but when it was finished a low and slow chant begun.

"Wol-ver-ine! Wol-ver-ine! Wol-ver-ine!"

The crowd kept up the chant but it became louder and faster. When Wolverine finally entered the area, the crowd went nuts. They were obviously all there to see him and he understood why. Wolverine absolutely oozed sex and Sebastian had no idea how he was going to watch this guy fight without literally coming in his pants.

Everything about Wolverine turned Sebastian on. The boy had a head full of soft brown curls that he could feel his fingers itching to get a hold of. He wasn't wearing a shirt which showed off his lean, toned upper body. He had a hint of washboard abs, defined but not crazy. On top of all of that, he was wearing the tightest pair of three-quarter length sweat pants (hell, they were practically leggings) that accentuated this perfect a…

Sebastian froze, remembering a time when he told a boy that he would recognize his hair anywhere. That was a lie. It was the boy's ass he would recognize anywhere. The ass that was 100 feet away from him getting ready to fight his psychotic roommate.

Blaine Anderson was Wolverine.

Notes:

The consequences of Blaine's slip up to Finn about Fight Club will be addressed in a future chapter.

This entire fic will not be Fight Club centered, just this chapter and the next. However, it will be discussed throughout, especially in dealing with the leak.

Thanks again for reading.