'What the hell have I done?'

That thought ran through each of the Warblers' minds after learning what was in that slushy. After giving it some thought, maybe Sebastian was wrong about Blaine abandoning them. Sebastian convinced them he likes and chose Kurt over his friends leaving them to rot.

"We really fucked up this time, guys."

The Warblers minus Sebastian hung out in the senior commons. It was Nick who broke the long and uncomfortable silence.

Trent exhaled sharply. "Has anyone tried calling Blaine or reaching him on Facebook?"

"Yeah..." Jeff sighed. "The number was diconnected, though. And he blocked me on Facebook."

"Same here." Jon raised his arm, then let it fall on the armrest of his chair.

"You know, I never thought I'd say this, but I really miss Wes and his gavel now." Liam said in the back. A few boys chuckled at that.

"Guys, what the hell are we going to do?" Nick asked in despair. "Blaine and Kurt are never going to speak to us or forgive us again!"

Another Warbler named Bobby shrugged. "We could...lose Regionals on purpose letting New Directions win."

"But isn't the reason Kurt gave us the recording is because they want a fair fight?" Jeff raised his eyebrows. "Losing on purpose would make that pointless."

Some boys nodded in agreement. The doors opened and Sebastian walked in like nothing happened. The others glared at him as he walked to the front of the room.

"So...what do you say we prepare for Regionals?" Sebastian smiled innocently. "I'm assuming the New Directions will be giving it their all- which won't be that much, anyway- we should do the same with a new twist."

"And...how would that be, exactly?" Asked Trent warily.

Sebastian grinned wider. "Let's just say New Directions will be losing...with my help."

Everyone gaped at him. "What...you mean...you're gonna cheat?"

"I don't look at it like that, Warbler Nick." Sebastian put his hands behind his back and started slowly pacing the room. "You do want to win, don't you?"

"Well, yeah, but if you think the New Directions are so bad, then wouldn't they lose anyway?" Asked Jeff.

"I thought about that, but I don't want to take any chances." Sebastian replied.

Trent shook his head in shock. "No. No, no, no, and no! We are not cheating!" He stood up. "Cheating will only make us look bad!"

"You want to win at Regionals, don't you?" Sebastian raised an eyebrow at Trent.

Trent didn't answer. He wanted to win, but...not like this. "If we get caught, the Warblers could be disbanded."

"Not if we make it look like Vocal Adrenaline or Aural Intensity did it." Sebastian grinned. Then he sobered up and walked slowly to Trent. "How 'bout it, Burke? You're either with us or against us. Because let me just say...anyone who goes against me...it will be the last thing they'll do."

Everyone looked scared or nervous when Sebastian said that. He looked pretty serious about it. No one wanted to disagree with him.

'Threat or no threat, I gotta warn Blaine!' Trent thought in horror.

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"All right...so, we have Rachel and Blaine doing their duet."

Glee was almost over, and Will was going over the Regionals program.

"Santana, Mercedes, Brittany, and Sugar will do their group number; and then we'll finish off with the whole group."

"Sounds like a kick-ass Regionals!" Puck smiled. Everyone cheered in agreement.

Will smiled at the kids' enthusiasm. "Okay, guys, that's it for the day. Go home, get some sleep, and we'll see you tomorrow."

The kids started filing out of the room. Blaine turned to Finn, who was giving him a ride home. Because of Blaine's temporary vision loss, he can't drive for six weeks, so he has to depend on his friends to drive him everywhere.

"Hey, I need to get something out of my locker." Blaine said to Finn.

"Okay. I'll meet you there in a bit." Finn clapped Blaine's shoulder and ran off.

Blaine turned a few corners until he got to his locker. He opened it and took a book out. Blaine heard footsteps coming towards him and was surprised to see who it was.

"What are you doing here, Trent?" Blaine asked testily. He slung his backpack over his shoulder.

Trent held his hands up in surrender. "I need to tell you something."

Blaine folded his arms and looked at him distrustfully. "What?"

"Sebastian is planning on sabotaging Regionals." Trent warned. "I just thought you should know."

"And I'm just supposed to believe you." Blaine shook his head in dismay.

Trent sighed sadly. "Look, I know we haven't been the best of friends lately...we hurt you."

"Hurt? That doesn't even cover half of it!" Blaine said fuming. "You put me in the hospital, Trent! I almost lost my damn sight because of you!"

Trent looked down guiltily and shuffled his feet. "I'm sorry. Really. You have no idea how much we regret it."

"Why'd you do it?" Blaine asked. It took all his strength not to punch Trent in the face. "Do you wanna know how I felt after Sebastian threw that slushy in my face? It felt like a thousand knives stabbing me in the eye. It felt like acid. But that wasn't what hurt me the most. What hurt me the most was that you, Nick, Jeff...people I claimed my best friends didn't check to see if I'm okay. You didn't call. You didn't write."

"We tried to. You probably just gave up too fast." Trent said before he could stop himself. Blaine was about to respond, when...

"Hey, get back! Get away from him!" They turned to see Finn running towards them with a scowl on his face. "What are you doing here? Just get the hell out of our school."

Trent put his hands up in surrender. "It's okay. I was just leaving." He turned and walked off.

Finn sighed and turned to Blaine. "Are you okay? What'd he say to you?"

Blaine sighed. "We need to have a meeting."

UP NEXT: Will the New Directions believe Trent's words? Find out next chapter!