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Dr. Marks walked into Blaine's hospital room. Blaine was nervous to get the results of his latest x-ray. He remembered when he was in the hospital for the Sadie Hawkins dance. He had had so many x-rays just to make sure the bones were healing properly. But when you came into the hospital with seven different broken bones and a few of those broken in multiple places, what else could Blaine expect?

"How does it look?" Blaine asked cautiously. He wasn't quite sure he wanted to know the answer.

"I'm sorry to say that your arm is most definitely broken," Dr. Marks said.

Blaine let out a long breath. This was definitely not good. His parents were not going to be happy now that he had broken another bone. But his parents reactions were nothing compared to what Coach Sue was going to say when he would have to tell her that he could compete with the Cheerios at Nationals. That was one conversation Blaine was definitely not looking forward to having.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Anderson."

"No, no, no. It's not your fault. I should have been more careful," Blaine said.

"Well in any case, we're going to get you fitted with a cast. Then as soon as your parents get here we'll have to have them fill out some forms and you will be on your way."

Shortly after, Blaine's arm was fitted with a cast and Blaine absolutely hated it. He hated how much his movement was restricted because of it. He hated that he wouldn't be able to play the piano or guitar for the next four to six weeks. He hated that he wouldn't be able to write normally for the next four to six weeks. And he really hated that he still had to tell his coach that he wouldn't be able to compete at Nationals.

His parents showed up within the hour and true to Blaine's predictions they were definitely not happy about the latest broken bone.

"What did you do this time?" Blaine's father asked.

"I was with the Cheerios. We were just practicing and I landed wrong."

"I told you this cheerleading thing was a bad idea from the start," Blaine's father informed Blaine angrily before leaving the room. Thankfully though, he had waited in the parking lot long enough so that Blaine could actually get a ride home.

That night, Blaine kept thinking of all the ways he could inform Coach Sue that he wouldn't be able to compete. No matter how he worded it in his head, the reaction from Coach Sue was never pretty. Blaine knew he was going to make her mad, he just hoped that she wouldn't take it personal and make it her mission to destroy him like she had when Mr. Shuester got money for the glee club.

The next day, Blaine pulled the sleeve of his sweatshirt down to be sure that it completely covered his cast. Although, he wasn't sure why he was going through so much trouble to hide the cast. Coach Sue would know something was up anyway since he hadn't bothered to come in his uniform that day. If he wasn't going to be able to compete or be on the team anymore, what was the point of going through all of the trouble to put on the uniform?

Blaine stood outside Coach Sue's office trying to work up the courage to go in and tell her what was going on. Taking a deep breath, he decided that he had to do it at some point and the longer he put it off the worse it would be. "Uh, Coach Sue, do you have a minute?" Blaine asked hesitantly.

"Come in." Here we go, Blaine thought. He felt like he was walking toward his own death, which could have very well happened. Coach Sue was definitely not someone to mess with.

"You're out of uniform," Coach Sue said before Blaine was even halfway to her desk.

"I know, Coach."

"You do know what that means, right?"

"But, Coach—"

"I don't make exceptions. You need to follow the rules. If I go lenient on you, what's to stop the next person from trying to get away with it, huh?"

"I'm sorry, Coach," Blaine said, hoping he would just be able to get his explanation over with soon, granted that was only going to happen if Coach Sue would let him get a word in.

"Go change and then report back here so we can discuss the appropriate punishment," Sue said as she picked up the thick binder of Cheerio rules and put on her glasses.

"I don't have my uniform with me," Blaine said.

Sue just stared at him. "And why is that?"

"I, uh, I…" Blaine just couldn't get the words to form. It was one thing to practice what he was going to say, but it was a whole other thing to actually say that when Coach Sue was standing right there.

"Spit it out, Anderson!" Coach Sue ordered.

"I broke my arm last night and can't compete at Nationals," Blaine sputtered out.

Coach Sue removed her glasses and stared at Blaine. "Excuse me?"

"I didn't mean to, but I was doing some extra practice with some of the Cheerios and I must have landed wrong," Blaine explained, hoping that Sue wouldn't completely lose it.

"Get out of my office," Sue said quietly.

"What?" Blaine asked.

"Get. Out. Of. My. Office. Now." Sue growled.

Not wasting any time, Blaine grabbed his backpack and headed toward the door.

"I will remember this, Anderson," Sue called after him.

Blaine didn't bother turning around. He just kept walking toward the choir room. He knew Sue was mad and that nothing he would say would make it better. He knew that Sue would come and take revenge eventually, there was no doubt in his mind about that. All he could do was hope that any revenge Sue would take would be something he could actually handle.