A/N: So, there is a second chapter after all :P I don't think this is as funny as it could've been though, so I apologise for that. I know there seems to be an overabundance of Quinn in this, but that just happened that way. I hope it's not dreadfully annoying.
Oh, and there will be more chapters after this (at least two); hopefully they'll be better :) Anyway, enjoy!
There was, however, only silence after Kurt's words as the other Warblers stared at him as if he'd just grown another head.
"What?" he asked, looking confused at all the attention he was receiving. Even Blaine, who was used to hearing crazy stories about McKinley High, was slightly in shock.
"How come you haven't spontaneously combusted yet from all the normalcy here?" Jeff asked with a slight smirk. "I mean, your old school sounds nuts."
"That's an understatement," Thad muttered, and Blaine had to agree.
"I still see my friends a lot after school and during weekends," Kurt replied with a shrug. "That keeps me sane. Or, well, insane. I'm not sure."
"Anyway, care to explain?" David asked, giving Kurt a pointed look. "Why did Sue Sylvester call you? What is she planning? I'll refrain from asking questions about your old Glee club – "
"I won't," Jeff interrupted him, causing the entire council to look scandalised. "Why would they panic like that?"
"Well…" Kurt started hesitantly. "Let me put this simple. For the Glee club to be able to exist, there has to be money. The club with most money at McKinley was the Cheerios – the cheerleading squad. The principal gave some of the money to the Glee club. So coach Sylvester became angry."
"You do realise that we're no toddlers, right?" Blaine asked, trying (and failing) to keep a small smile from forming on his face. "I mean – " he hastily added when Kurt flushed – he hadn't intended for that to happen, "I think we can still follow you if you speak a little quicker." When this didn't seem to do much good for Kurt's facial colour, Blaine quickly mouthed a 'sorry' his way, hoping that his friend wouldn't hold it against him or anything.
"So," Kurt continued once his cheeks had their normal colour back, "she tried everything in her power to disband the club. She's tried to break us up from the inside, or she made plans to do it herself, or have someone else entirely do it for her…"
"And now she lost most of her budget to New Directions, and she wants revenge," Wes finished for him when Kurt stopped speaking. "And she thinks it'll make an extra big impact if she has you in her ranks when she does so?"
"Oh, no, I don't think that's it," Kurt replied. "If that's what she wanted, she would've found a way to just become the Warblers' director, even though we don't have one now. But it's like… she doesn't hate me as much as she hates most other people. Maybe that's the reason."
"But not the whole reason." Blaine wondered how David knew that – was it that visible? He didn't notice anything off in Kurt's demeanour.
The other boy blushed slightly once again. "I think… she thinks I can help her win because I've already helped her win a competition once."
"What competition?" Thad asked, sounding curious, not noticing that Kurt actually looked nervous to talk to them about this.
"Last year's cheerleading Nationals," he blurted out. "I – uh, was on the squad to sing, mainly. So that's what I did. And we won. And she may think I can help her win this too. She wants some of her old prestige back."
"You mean you were a cheerleader?" Nick asked, and for a moment, Blaine thought Nick's eyebrows had disappeared off his face, before they returned.
"Why didn't you ever tell me?" he himself asked Kurt, prodding the other boy in the side.
Before Kurt could reply, however, Wes asked, suddenly interested, "What did you sing? Is it something we could do for Regionals?"
Kurt shrugged. "I doubt it. It was a Celine Dion medley of almost a quarter of an hour. In French. Besides, she would probably find a way to sue us – no pun intended – if we'd do that."
After about ten seconds, David poked Wes and sighed. "I think he's in shock," he concluded. "Congratulations, Kurt, I don't think anyone's been able to make that happen ever since his younger sister painted his bedroom at home pink."
"And you helped them win?" Blaine asked another time. "Wow, Kurt, that's great! I knew you were a great asset to the Warblers, but – "
"But this is beyond great!" Jeff commented, grinning. "We'll beat everyone at Regionals!"
"I was on the squad for a few months," Kurt muttered. "Quinn, Santana and Brittany were on there for much longer before they quit." When he was met with blank stares, he elaborated, "The three ex-Cheerios in New Directions? The blonde and the Latina who sang at Sectionals and the blond dancer?"
"I take that back," Jeff muttered, as he sank back down in his seat. "I didn't say anything."
"If only," Wes muttered – apparently, he had regained the ability to speak. "Why didn't they sing for the cheerleading squad, though?"
Kurt shrugged again. "No clue. She probably needed Brittany and Santana for the routine, so she got me and Mercedes to sing."
"Mercedes was a cheerleader too?" Blaine couldn't quite imagine that. "How so? And – why couldn't Quinn sing, if she wasn't needed for the routine?"
"Yeah, Mercedes was a cheerleader too," Kurt replied. "Not for long, though, she didn't like it very much. But it was nice, walking through the hallways without having to fear for your life for a change. When wearing the uniform, you're… part of a group of people everyone looks up to. Plus, coach Sylvester would harm anyone who would ruin the uniform, so nobody throws slushies at cheerleaders. It was nice, for a while. Oh, and Quinn wasn't on the squad for the greatest part of the year because she was pregnant."
"Quinn was pregnant last year?" Blaine didn't know much about the girl, but he did know that she was very religious. "That sounds ridiculous, but – somehow, that doesn't surprise me. I mean, with all the drama at McKinley, this was only a logical thing to happen. Just when you think it can't get any weirder, it does."
The other boys in the room were still trying to process what Kurt had said about slushies and pregnancies; Blaine figured they should be happy to be at an all-boys school; stuff like that didn't happen there.
"Yeah, she was. One night stand with Puck. Though she tried to trick Finn – they were dating at the time – into thinking the baby was his even though they hadn't had sex. And before you ask, yes, he bought it, until Rachel found out and told him almost right before Sectionals. He quit Glee, because we all knew, except for him and Rachel, and nobody had told him. He came back about an hour before we had to perform, though. Oh – and in case you're wondering, Quinn's water broke right after performing at Regionals."
"I repeat my earlier question," Jeff interjected before Kurt could say anything else. "How come you've survived here up until now, so far away from all the drama?"
"My head hurts," Nick moaned.
Kurt grinned wickedly. "What, from this? That's nothing – it gets worse."
"Finn really has bad luck with his girlfriends, doesn't he?" Blaine asked, but before anyone could say anything, Kurt's phone went off again.
"That's not her again, right?" Wes asked, and Blaine thought he definitely sounded worried, just like he himself felt. When Kurt shook his head, Wes let out a sigh of relief. "You can pick up, if you want to. This meeting's a chaos anyway. So uh – I guess everyone who wants to leave, if you want to…"
"I told you they'd be in the panic mode soon," Kurt muttered in the meantime, in a low voice so only Blaine could hear him. "Hey, Quinn."
Blaine couldn't remember one instance in which Quinn had called Kurt in the few months he'd been at Dalton so far. Sure, maybe they'd talked while Kurt was at home instead of at school… but still. That probably didn't bode much good – after all, it probably meant that the people usually calling Kurt were too busy panicking.
"I know, Quinn," Kurt said in a somewhat strained voice. "Yeah, I – I know. I – no, Quinn, it's not your fault. Grovelling at her feet won't help, and also extremely out of character for all three of you. It won't change anything, as you can't make her win Nationals anymore." Kurt sighed softly as Quinn clearly rambled on. "Where are you – are you all in the choir room, still? But – really? Oh, tell me. No, Finn doesn't ever tell me anything."
"So the warm milk still isn't helping?" Blaine couldn't help but ask, and it earned him a dirty glare from Kurt. For once, he decided, it was worth it.
While Kurt was on the phone, about half of the Warblers – mostly the younger kids – left the room, and only the students who knew Kurt a bit stayed behind, wanting to know what one of their rival choirs was going through now.
"You know, he still hasn't explained the part about that woman wanting him to transfer," Thad suddenly said. "How did she want that to happen?"
"I was just about to explain that." Apparently, the phone conversation was over. "It's simple. She's Sue Sylvester. She does whatever she wants and usually even finds a way to get away with it. I'm sure transferring me wouldn't have been that hard for her. She's done weirder stuff." It seemed that none of the Warblers dared to ask what he meant by that.
"Public school is crazy," Nick commented, still looking in awe of the madness that was McKinley High. And to think he only knew a very small part of it…
"What was Quinn telling you?" Blaine asked Kurt curiously. "She seemed distraught."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "She was about to beg coach Sylvester for forgiveness. I hope I talked her out of that – it's so spooky, it's not like her to do such a thing. She's always stood up to her. Oh, and apparently, coach Sylvester was so depressed that the guidance counsellor told Mr Schue to allow her to be in Glee for a week. So she knows exactly what they're doing, what they want to do for Regionals…"
"They're doomed?" David asked in a slightly hopeful voice.
"They seem to think so, but I'm sure they'll be fine," Kurt replied, but there was a frown on his face. "I never knew coach Sylvester knew so much about singing, and directing show choirs, though. Sure, she was our co-director for a short time last year – don't ask, it's complicated – and she seemed to know the rulebook by heart, but… it's not all about rules, you know? She needs to come up with songs, and choreography, and so much more. And a choir isn't quite the same as a cheerleading squad."
"Don't worry so much, Kurt," Blaine told him, smiling a little. "It'll all be fine, I'm sure."
"We'll just have to show them at Regionals," Wes concluded. "Now, I think we're quite done here." And with that, he banged his gavel and the meeting was dismissed.
A/N: So... what do you think? Let me know if you have any questions/comments/anything else, please review!