Tears Stained

Chapter Eleven: Revenge

Santana knows exactly what she is going to do next. 'Revenge.' And she has the perfect outfit picked out for it already, sure Kurt would approve of this classic '…that is so going to throw Smythe of his game, not that he has much of that at all to begin with.'

She is still deliberating about the perfect time to charge today, and the perfect place, when she remembers Kurt and Blaine talking about a website Wes had created for the Warblers some time ago, with all of the current rehearsal schedule on it at all times, so no one would have an excuse anymore to miss practice.

'Thank you, Wes,' Santana thinks to herself as she, sitting in yet another boring class, scribbles down the last details to remember so there is no chance her plan goes astray, because '… it just can't, not this time.'

'Who can I ask about … right, Artie should be able to help me out with that, and I came in my car today anyway,' "…so," she murmurs to herself while crossing two more items of the list, and adding duct tape into the mix, "I should be all set."

In the next moment Santana's phone vibrates with a new message, one she hopes to be from Wes, is surprised to find to be from Kurt:

Won't be in school today at all, Blaine's surgery has been moved to today. Please don't do anything reckless without me, Tana. See you soon! ~ Kurt

So Santana goes back to her pen and paper and adds to her list: Talk to Finn about picking up Kurt for Glee later …, maybe. Depending on how her plan really works out in the end.

Now that she has figured out a plan there is no way she is just letting this go, especially since she is certain even Kurt would classify what she has planned as the highest of roads.

'Only a couple of hours,' Santana tires to focus on that simple fact, in just hours she will get her revenge for Smythe messing with Kurt and Blaine, long overdue, and endlessly provoked.

"The Twink is going down."

xxxx

Trying to make the best use possible of their free period, Jeff and Trent have made their way to Jeff's room, a room he had last shared with Kurt the previous school year. It can get lonely at times, right now though Jeff is really glad he does not have to worry about a room-mate bursting in at any moment.

"So what now?" Jeff says flopping down onto his bed, letting out a deep sigh, "… because frankly I really don't want to be around that guy. I think I …, if he isn't gone soon, I might just leave the Warblers."

"No," Trent almost shouts. "You can't just…, we can't just quit!"

"I wish it was just last year again and Blaine, Wes and Kurt were with us instead of all those new guys," Jeff whispers teary-eyed.

"I know," Trent replies heaving a sigh. "But they aren't so, we need to find another way to save our group from self-destruction, by …, by …."

"Someone needs to keep an eye on Smythe, that's for sure. I can't believe he has give out orders to help him slushy as many of the New Directions as possible," Jeff says.

Trent is shaking his head, "I can't believe he has given out orders for anything. Who does he think he is? Calling himself our Captain. What does he think we are, his Star Trek crew or something?"

"I know."

"Yeah."

Trent joining Jeff on his bed they sit in silence for a good while, thinking.

When Jeff finally speaks up again it is with a small smile on his lips, Trent notices it in surprise as he turns to look at Jeff, "I think I got it, Trent. How about …."

Trent listens, his own smile growing wider, to Jeff's plan.

"You know what, I think that could actually work even better than we dare hope for."

"I know," Jeff replies smiling brightly for the first time since Tuesday night.