This is the last chapter of this story, and I'm finally posting some of the first scenes I've written for it, let me know what you think! 3

It felt like an eternity passed as the Cheerios waited on the sidelines.

When the McKinley team's name was finally called, everyone started to flood the stage, ready to do their absolute best to follow their coach's only direction and destroy the competition.

But as Kurt moved to do the same, Coach Sue gripped his arm, got uncomfortably close to his face and hissed,

"It's only poetic justice that the son of the man who stripped me of my congress win will get me another National trophy." The look she shot him conveyed her meaning in an extremely explicit manner − if Kurt did not do everything in his power to get her that trophy, no one would ever find his body.

With that… motivational threat hanging over his head, he ran after his teammates and put on the best and probably the most physically challenging performance of his life.

Which was a sentiment probably every McKinley cheerleader shared as they ended up in a sweaty group hug that had Kurt, at least, uncomfortably squished against a lot of breasts and with some long hair too close to his mouth.

They were still barely coming down from the adrenaline high of performing in front of hundreds of people when the judges announced their scores. In seconds, it all devolved in excited, high-pitched screams as the Cheerios won the National Championship for the seventh time in eight years.

The celebratory mood lasted for hours, even as everyone settled on the bus ready to bring them back to Lima.

Kurt was laughing with Brittany and Santana when Coach Sue called him over.

"Porcelain! I did not honestly believe you could make it, meet my standards, and win me another trophy, but you did! You beat the odds and that is something I value in my soldiers, so, I will grant you that little favor we talked about."

"Really? That would be wonderful, coach!" Then he removed his head from the clouds, "But… It's too late, I've already received a refusal letter."

"What?! One of my Cheerios, the top of the food chain, not getting into whatever school?! It will simply not do! Driver, tuuurn! We're going to New York's upmost gay school! NOW!"

Kurt was left speechless while the bus driver took a turn without question and sped towards New York. Then his jaw closed enough to actually produce sounds.

"But- What- I mean… Madame Tibideaux-"

"That woman dares refuse a letter of recommendation from me? Sue Sylvester? Let's see how she ignores me when I deliver on her doorstep all the might of my skinny cheerleader army!"

"Her doorstep?!" Kurt's voice got so high it would have affected dogs. As they were on the road, it only brought over Santana and Brittany who had been keeping an eye on the situation from the back of the bus.

"Are we practicing this season's mating call, Kurtie?"

"No, Britt, just-"

"What, ladyface? You think only hobbit with a v can hound your ballet school's recruiter? Well, que se vaya a la mierda, she cheated and it's only right you get a second chance too. Plus, are you really about to refuse an all-paid trip to your dream city? What is wrong with you?"

"…You're right."

"Claro que tengo razón, maricón idiota!"

"Hey!" Santana only had to raise an eyebrow to quiet him. He could concede this point. Most of all when he still had to completely come to terms with the fact that he was storming Madame Tibideaux's house with the cheerleading squad he had just helped win a National Trophy, for the second time.

They arrived in front of Madame Tibideaux's private residence (Kurt refused to wonder about Sue's sources) and the driver parked right in front of the main doors. Coach Sue didn't waste a moment, descending from the bus like an avenging angel with a belly.

Madame Tibideaux herself answered after the umpteenth ring of the bell, but she could barely open her mouth before Coach Sue started laying into her.

"I have a bus full of the top-tiers predators of the animal kingdom known as High School and I'm not scared to use them. We are coming off winning my seventh National Championship trophy in the harshest of sports, cheerleading, and one of my best athletes couldn't celebrate properly because of a letter the school you represent sent. You will tell me right now what your problem with Kurt Hummel is and I may spare your life."

Madame Tibideaux went from looking shocked to affronted to plain tired, sighing,

"The people of your school… stubborn doesn't cover it. Mr. Hummel undoubtedly has talent, an impressive range and even good stage presence. But his behavior… Changing school in the middle of his junior year, leaving the new school by the end of the same year. Troubles with the Class President election, giving up cheerleading then picking it back up… Some of these choices don't make him look like a good addition to NYADA. The board feels he's not reliable enough." The woman finished in a matter-of-fact way.

Sue only looked at her for a few seconds before speaking.

"Porcelain, you will leave me alone with Madame Tibideaux for a minute." The lack of any insulting nickname for the other woman made Kurt's blood freeze in his veins.

"Coach Sue-"

"Don't worry your little gay head, I won't do anything that'd stress the baby."

Coach Sue exited that house twenty minutes later with a handwritten letter from Madame Tibideaux apologizing for the mix-up, further stating that he could consider himself accepted and she would personally deal with the school to make sure nobody would look for problems where there were none.

Kurt looked at her like at a holy icon, like a Prada bag or something, and breathed,

"Coach… how did you do it?"

Sue handed him the letter,

"You just needed someone in the industry to stick up for you."

Kurt could have cried. In fact, he was pretty sure he had cried, but Brittany, who he had chosen as the safest bet to blubber on, didn't say a thing. Their coach nodded at him while Brittany coed and rubbed circles on his back,

"And that was for my trophy, Porcelain Hummel."

At that point he couldn't help it anymore and threw himself between the claws of the beast, hugging Sue until she awkwardly patted him on the back and sent him on his way.

Compared to that, the few tears he shed during the Graduation Ceremony a week later were nothing.

His dream felt closer than it had ever been.

Fin

This is the first "long" fic I started posting and finished... let me know what you thought about it! I don't have plans to continue this series atm, but subscribe to me if you're interested, season 4 may inspire something. Right now I've got three wips I'm fiddling with - a Kurt/OC, a Harry Potter/Glee xover and a Kurtbastian, so comment down below, or check out the poll on my profile to vote on which one you would like to see first ^^