A New Generation is Born

by A-LionGleek

It's the first official week of glee club sessions for the 13 newest members of the New Directions, and they are more than ready to get the show on the road. But with drama popping up at every turn, the beginning of their time in glee club will be far from easy. Can the 13 brand new gleeks handle it all and show that they have what it takes to be a worthy new generation of gleeks?

12. Hell is Here

Hey guys! Sorry I've again taken so long, let's just say that, I've decided to go a little easy on you all and reduce my review limit to a minimum of ONE per new chapter in order to be granted the rights to the next completed chapter to follow. That being said, I especially hope you enjoy this new chapter I have to offer! In this new chapter, news of Calvin and Zach's epic battle from the previous day, and Zach's subsequent epic defeat at Calvin's hands, spreads like wildfire; all the way to the ears of some people who are VERY MUCH less then pleased to hear about it. And before long, this matter not only leads to Zach being in serious hot water, but could also very likely put Mr. Schuester's job and his credibility as a teacher and safe person to be trusted around the members of his glee club at risk. Sound worth reading? I certainly hope so!

A/N: Now first, just to remind you all, I do not own Glee. All I own are my OCs. Right then, onward with the fic people!

Chapter 12:

Hell is Here

The very next day, Raj still could barely believe what had happened the previous day as he walked silently through the McKinley High hallways alone to make his way to his first class of the day. And for good reason. After all, considering the fact that Zach had spent the past two years shaping up to be a complete and utter badass with an untainted record of always winning in his fights with all the other boys he'd fought amongst the student body, the fact that he'd actually lost a fight for the first, and so far only, time in his life at McKinley High to another boy who'd likewise proven himself a badass over the past two years was understandably shocking to quite a large number of the McKinley High students. "I'm actually feeling kind of sad that I wasn't able to be present to watch the whole experience from the beginning," he thought to himself.

At the same time though, as unbelievable as the news was, Raj was also quite glad that Calvin had managed to defeat Zach in their fight. He let a small smirk come on his mouth as he thought darkly about how the basketball captain had effectively been punished a thousand times over for just about all of his jerkish actions committed against the majority of the glee club members by one man in the space of about half an hour or so. "Perhaps maybe now that he's gotten his hand handed to him so thoroughly for once, maybe he'll be humbled enough to get off his jerkass high horse and show us all some proper respect," the Indian American thought to themselves. He also couldn't help but smile as he thought about one of the especially honorable reasons behind Calvin's doing battle with Zach. "I can definitely say that I agree with his reasons there," he thought to himself. "After all, if someone were to threaten Bailey or Kim the way that asshole-nova was threatening Susan, I'd have demolished the shit out of the bastard responsible to."

Immediately after thinking about this, Raj stopped walking and mentally face palmed. "I've really got to stop constantly viewing both Bailey and Kimberly as being of equal level in my heart and get this drama over with already," he thought to himself. Then he sighed and hung his head. "Yeah right," his voiceover continued. "Easier said than done with the current circumstances." He shook his head, sighing yet again. "God, why must my senior year be so difficult and dramatic?"

"Hey man! How's everything going?"

Raj perked up upon hearing this voice behind him. He recognized that voice quite well. He turned his head, a small smile on his face. "Hey there Sid."

Sid Webber chuckled, his brown eyes agleam. He shook his head side to side, and then placed his hands on his hips. "Good to see you buddy," said the young sophomore. "Man, it feels so long since we last talked; and the last time you and I hung out was just this past weekend."

Raj chuckled, half out of genuine mirth and half out of guilt. "I get the feeling dude." He stretched his arms upwards, yawned from exertion, and then said, "And to answer your earlier question, I daresay I'm going good." He lowered his arms and looked back at Sid. "You?"

Sid thought to himself, seemingly hesitating. "Well," he said. Then he shrugged. "Could be worse." Sid mentally cringed; after all, from a certain point of view, he was telling the truth.

Raj, seemingly not noticing Sid's pause or the way his face seemed to slightly cringe, only smiled happily. "Well that's good to know." He then looked around, now seemingly curious. "For that matter," he said. "How's Kimberly?"

Sid shrugged. "She's doing ok enough I suppose." Much like his comment about how his own life was going at McKinley High so far, what he was now saying about Kimberly's current situation at McKinley High was also technically true from the right point of view.

Raj once again failed to notice the subtle details in Sid's double meaning laced comment. "Well tell her I said hi next time you see her." He smiled. "At least, of course, assuming I don't see her first." He then started to turn around as if about to walk away; but then he paused, and turned back to face Sid once more. "I almost forgot, how's Cameron?"

This time, Sid's comment came without pause, or a shrug, and had no double meaning to hint at any potential negativity. "Oh, he's doing great!" Sid chuckled, and rubbed his hand through his dark hair. "I daresay he's been doing pretty good. He's sure as Hell been taking to symphonic band this year like a champ. And don't even get me started on how excitable he's been ever since what happened yesterday between the resident playboy and the autistic whose best friend he was trying to have forcibly deflowered." He shook his head rigorously side to side, suddenly snarling with narrowed eyes and a glare. "Honestly Raj, demeaning stuff like that? That makes me glad I don't swing that way."

Raj chuckled, his own dark eyes still agleam. It was a well-known fact amongst those at McKinley High that Sid was an out and proud gay. "I see you've heard about yesterday's battle."

"You betcha," said Sid. He lifted his finger as if to prove a point. "I may not have been there to watch it the way a respectable number of other students around here apparently were able to, but with how fast word always seems to travel in this school, it was only a matter of time that the news reached my ears; not to mention Cameron's." He chuckled. "I still remember how excited he was to tell me about that fight yesterday. He even went so far as to describe it as, and I quote, 'the most kickass cockfight in the history of mankind ever to occur between two teenage human males'."

Raj couldn't help but chuckle, and shake his head side to side. "That certainly sounds like something he'd say." He looked back at Sid, smile still on his face. "Well nonetheless, glad that you, Kim, and Cam are doing ok."

Sid chuckled nervously. "Yeah, you to."

Raj chuckled back, still happily smiling. "Well, I'd best be off to class." He turned around and resumed his walking down the direction he'd been taking to reach his first class for the day, but not without turning his head to briefly look behind him once more and say, "Enjoy the rest of your day Sid!"

"Will do," Sid replied. Once Raj was well out of sight and hearing range, however, Sid sighed. "Or at least I'll try to anyway." He checked his watch, and then started looking around. "Where do I go now? Where do I go now?"

"Hey you!"

Sid winced at the sound of this voice behind him. He recognized this voice all too well. And out of all the girls amongst the current student body of McKinley High, this particular one was one of the last ones he wanted to be encountering period; let alone this early in the day.

"Hello!" shouted a second girl's voice from behind him. "We're talking to you!"

Sid sighed, and turned around to face the area behind him. Sure enough, standing not too far behind him with hands on their hips and clearly annoyed looks on their faces was a pair of cheerios, one of them a blonde and the other a Chinese American, that he most certainly was not pleased to see.

The two cheerios hissed, narrowing their eyes and glaring at the boy before them. "I do believe you were supposed to meet up with us a good 10 minutes ago, am I right?

Upon hearing this question from the blonde, Sid groaned, rolled his eyes, and muttered under his breath, "Good morning to you to slut."

The blonde leaned forward, now clenching her fist to make herself look even more threatening. And considering the fact that she wore her hair in a bun instead of in the usual high pony tail that was commonly sported amongst many of the other cheerios, that was saying something. "What was that water boy?"

Sid gulped, and hurriedly extended his hands forward to attempt to placate the now angry cheerleader. "Nothing," he shouted. "I was just agreeing with you!" He panted a few times. "And for that matter, sorry I'm late."

"Damn right you're sorry," said the Chinese American, who was wearing a distinctive pair of crescent moon shaped earrings. She shook her head side to side, rolling her eyes and practically spitting to the side in disgust. "Because you've got work to do; and right now, since you're already late as it is, Abby and I are most definitely not in the mood for any funny business right now. You got that?"

Sid gulped, and nodded his head up and down hurriedly. "Yes ma'am."

In that instant, Sid found himself very much wishing that Raj hadn't already left the area, or that at least Kimberly could have been around to at least allow for the possibility of his two borderline assailants being somewhat more lenient in their treatment of him. Heck, at this point, he'd have been more than happy for the now undeniable top warrior of McKinley High, Calvin Martenson himself, to be around to help him. "Oh well," he thought to himself, not daring to say his current mental words out loud in front of the two cheerios. "Here comes another day in Hell as the McKinley High cheerios water boy."

. . . . .

Zach Skinner was not in the best of moods that morning as he sat quietly at his desk in Mr. Schuester's American History classroom. Granted, he wasn't angry. He was, however, feeling ashamed, guilty, and humiliated from the events of the previous day, not to mention how he'd now effectively lost his badassery record thanks to how he'd gotten very thoroughly ass whooped for the very first time the previous day instead of doing the ass whooping himself. He was also, of course, feeling guilty about his actions that had brought about the ass whooping, his reasons behind the actions in question, and what he'd had to do and say to Daniel and Diana in order to properly cultivate the image he was trying to build for Charlotte; an image that he was now having slightly stronger doubts about.

For the most part, however, he was also feeling very nervous. He remembered very well how big of a crowd there'd been in the hallway watching the fight the previous day. Granted, the crowd in question had luckily enough consisted entirely of students without any faculty immediately present to watch firsthand. However, the overall size of the crowd that had been present more than nullified the small mercy of no faculty having been immediately present. After all, with how many students had been present, combined with the fact that the incident had been witnessed by and even provided perfect photographic evidence for the students who worked with the Muckraker, it would not be long at all before someone amongst the faculty decided to have a few words or so with him about the incident. And for that matter, he also couldn't help but worry about the possibility of the news spreading from the students to their parents, potentially even somehow to the ears of his own parents. He mentally shuddered at the thought. "Man," he thought to himself. "It's only the middle of the week, and here I am at the point of having very nearly violated my own moral code and effectively proven my dad's worries from Monday right." He winced. "Dad's so gonna kill me if he finds out about this."

At that point, desperate to distract himself and get his mind off the unpleasant possibilities he'd now managed to think about, Zach looked around the classroom, casually observing all the other students present, only for his heart to sink at the sight of Daniel and Diana very pointedly looking towards the front of the classroom without even so much as even trying to direct even the tiniest glance his way; not to mention at the sight of Calvin, Susan, and Hobbes also being present in the classroom. In fact, considering how, unlike Diana and Daniel, the autistic, his neurotypical best friend, and the dangerously intelligent and ferocious therapy dog seemed to be chuckling and directing cheeky and smug grins his way every now and then, Zach couldn't help but feel very worried that a very unfortunate fate was soon to befall him. And at that very moment, he had absolutely no idea how horribly right these fears would turn out to be.

At that moment, Zach managed to get his mind slightly off the subject of his current worries when he heard the door to the classroom open. He and the other students all turned their heads in time to see none other than Mr. Schuester himself come walking into the classroom with his usual happy smile. Clearly, he had not yet been informed of the drama that had occurred the previous day not too long after the end of the after-school glee club session.

"Good morning everyone," said the teacher.

"Good morning Mr. Schue," the students all replied in unison, some sounding more monotonous in their tone than others.

"That's what I like to hear," said the teacher, still smiling happily and blissfully unaware of the drama that had occurred the previous day, let alone the drama that would yet come upon him this very day. He walked up to his place at the front of the classroom, prepared his materials for the day's lesson, and got himself in position to face the students and begin the lesson.

At exactly that moment, the bell rang. Zach silently let out a sigh of relief, slightly lowering his guard and relaxing his tense body. "Well," he thought to himself, "at least class has started without any drama." Then his eyes narrowed, and he stared in befuddlement at himself as if thinking about all the damage he'd gotten in the previous day's battle combined with the bruises and pain that still remained. "You know," he thought to himself. "Quite frankly, I'm surprised I'm not in the hospital right now after the beating I got yesterday."

"Well that's the bell everyone," said Mr. Schuester. "At this time, I'd like you all to open your books to page. . ."

A beep from the intercom for the school broadcast system interrupted the teacher and forced him to halt his words. The morning announcement was about to be made. "Good morning everyone," said the familiar voice of the long-suffering McKinley High Principal Figgins. "I hope you are all having a good morning today. I especially hope this to be the case for the janitor today due to how he ended up having to stay at work longer yesterday than usual due to an unexpected urgent need to both undo a super glue based vandalism and thoroughly clean up two entire hallways, one of which inexplicably had its entire floor slathered in oil and the other of which had a great deal of blood, plus a similarly respectable amount of hot sauce, scattered across the floor, walls, and lockers; as well as dispose of a stick that ended up somehow ending up inside the school, and in an empty classroom no less, for no apparent reason."

At the sound of this, all the other students in the room directed an overly meaningful look in unison at Zach, who could only cringe and wince, clearly knowing full well that he had been quite responsible for the janitor's extra work that the principal had now brought up. Mr. Schuester, on the other hand, simply stared in slight confusion at both the sight of how his students were currently behaving combined with befuddlement over what he'd heard the principal say.

"That being said, I congratulate us all for making it to the middle of the first full week of school for the year. Hopefully, we shall all enjoy what's left of this week."

Zach gulped, and nodded his head up and down. "Yes," he thought to himself. "Hopefully we shall."

"And finally, before we begin classes today, I'm afraid I must ask for Zachary Skinner to come to my office."

At the sound of this, all the other students in Mr. Schuester's class promptly directed meaningful looks at Zach, who winced and cringed once more. Mr. Schuester, meanwhile, was now clearly looking quite concerned and confused himself. "What's going on here?" he wondered.

"At this time," said Figgins, this time with a somewhat insistent tone to his voice. "I must ask for Zach Skinner to . . ."

At the sound of a sudden electronic shriek blaring out of the intercom as well as what sounded like some sort of struggle, everyone in the school promptly gaped at the nearest intercom with wide eyed shock. Zach, in particular, was especially bewildered. However, when the scuffle finally ended and an unexpected new voice started yelling into the intercom, it didn't take long at all for Zach to realize that he was very much screwed. But at the same time, not even Susan, Calvin, and Hobbes, as much as they were expecting for something unpleasant to potentially happen to Zach that day, could help but be stunned about what was now going on, particularly considering just who was now speaking into the intercom instead of Principal Figgins.

"THIS IS DOMINIC FUCKING CARAWAY!" roared the new voice on the intercom. "I AM IN A BAD FUCKING MOOD THIS MORNING! AND I HAVE SOME FUCKING WORDS TO SAY TO MR. ZACH FUCKING SKINNER GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!"

All the students, Zach included, gaped at the intercom in stunned silence. Mr. Schuester also looked stunned and dumb founded. Even Calvin, Susan, and Hobbes were caught off guard by unexpectedly hearing the voice of Susan's own father erupting from the intercom.

Calvin silently whistled, and turned his head to face Susan. "I was so not expecting your dad to come here himself to personally pick his bone with Zach."

Susan shook her head, closed her eyes, and silently winced. "Seriously dad?" she thought to herself.

Meanwhile, Dominic Caraway's voice continued to explode from the intercom. "ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME SKINNER?! ARE YOU!? YOU'D FUCKING BETTER! BECAUSE IF YOU REALLY THOUGHT YOU COULD ATTEMPT TO FUCKING RAPE MY DAUGHTER AND FUCKING GET AWAY WITH IT, THEN YOU'RE A FUCKING IDIOT AND HAVE A WHOLE 'NOTHER FUCKING THING COMING!"

Mr. Schuester's face couldn't have been more stunned looking upon learning about what Zach had attempted to do to Susan, and he gaped in the direction of the basketball captain, who could only wince and cringe with his eyes closed and teeth gritted once more.

"MY DAUGHTER AND HER FRIEND CALVIN MAY HAVE LET YOU OFF THE FUCKING HOOK THE FIRST TIME YOU TRIED TO PULL A FUCKING FAST ONE ON HER THE DAY BEFORE YESTERDAY, BUT AS OF FUCKING YESTERDAY, YOU'VE NOW GONE TOO FUCKING FAR! FAR ENOUGH TO JUSTIFY ME GETTING FUCKING PERSONALLY INVOLVED TO FUCKING DISCOURAGE YOU! AND YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE HOW FUCKING PLEASED I AM TO GET INVOLVED FUCKING DIRECTLY FOR FUCKING ONCE! AND BELIEVE ME, I FUCKING WILL PICK THAT FUCKING BONE I HAVE TO PICK WITH YOU TODAY! EVEN IF IT MEANS I HAVE TO FUCKING DRAG YOU TO THIS FUCKING OFFICE FUCKING KICKING AND FUCKING SCREAMING; YOU FUCKING HEAR ME?!"

Susan sighed, and shook her head side to side in slight embarrassment. Calvin, on the other hand, clearly looked as if he were both stunned and fighting not too laugh.

"IF YOU KNOW WHAT'S FUCKING GOOD FOR YOU," Mr. Caraway roared. "YOU'D BETTER GET YOUR FUCKING ASS RIGHT FUCKING HERE RIGHT FUCKING NOW!"

The sound of a mixture between a slam and a blaringly loud 'ding!' emphatically signified the end of Dominic Caraway's half hilarious and half nightmare inducing rant. For what seemed like an eternity afterwards, everyone in Mr. Schuester's classroom, and in fact everyone in the entire school, could only continue gaping at the intercom speaker.

Then the apparent eternity of silence following Dominic Caraway's rant was finally broken by the intercom coming back on and Principal Figgins resuming his announcements. "Good morning again," said the principal. "Please forgive my guest for all that. He's not in the best of moods right now."

"You think?!" Susan grumbled under her breath.

"But as I was saying," the principal continued. "And as my especially angry guest has made extra brutally clear, Zach Skinner's presence will be required in my office this morning."

All the other students in Mr. Schuester's classroom, Zach's fellow four gleeks included, all stared meaningfully at Zach. Mr. Schuester also directed his gaze at Zach, his facial expression indicating a mixture between confusion, suspicion, and anger. Zach winced, seemed to mentally fight himself for a moment, and then he sighed. He stood up, took a deep breath, exhaled, and started walking towards the door to the classroom.

"For that matter," the principal's voice suddenly spoke from the intercom. The listeners all directed their attention back to the intercom. "The presence of William Schuester will also be required in my office for this morning. For as my guests have made quite clear, as Zach's teacher and instructor in the New Directions, this matter is of equally high concern to him as it is for my guests who have brought this matter to my own attention."

The eyes of the students' all widened upon learning that Susan's father was apparently not the only 'guest' in Mr. Schuester's office this morning. "Oh God," Susan thought to herself. "My mom's here to."

Mr. Schuester, meanwhile, sighed resignedly, and moved away from his position where he'd been ready to start the morning's lecture. "As of now," he began, I'd like you all to spend the time I'm gone both rereading last night's assigned pages and the newly assigned reading written on the board. If I'm not back by the time 1st period ends, your next homework assignment can be found in the yellow basket near the door in between the green and red baskets."

Having said all this and made sure that the class could still effectively function and work out without him being present, Mr. Schuester made his way out of the classroom to go to Principal Figgins's office, Zach, with clear reluctance and nervousness, slowly following along behind him. "I'm doomed," Zach thought to himself. He sighed, and hung his head as he continued to walk behind Mr. Schuester and make his way to the principal's office. "Oh well," he thought to himself. "Might as well get the whole unpleasant business over with. I mean hey, this couldn't possibly get any worse then it's already looking, right?"

. . . . .

As it turned out, the situation indeed did get even worse than it had already looked. For not too long after Zach followed Mr. Schuester into the principal's office and made his way halfway through the anteroom to Figgins' office proper, the black boy was able to get a good look through one of the huge interior windows to the office; and his eyes promptly widened in horror as he noticed that there were not two, but four, other adults present in the room alongside Figgins.

And worse still, Zach could already tell immediately who the four guests were. The visibly pissed off looking dark haired man and equally pissed off dark haired and fair skinned woman sitting next to him Zach could easily guess were Susan's parents. However, the other couple that was present as guests for the principal, as well as the only blonde in the room, were the ones that now had Zach feeling even more worried than before. His suspicions were only further proven correct when the couple in question, a fair skinned man with blonde hair and a dark-haired woman with tanned skin, turned their heads and incidentally managed to look Zach in the face. At the sight of their faces, combined with the man's fair skin and blonde hair he'd already managed to see, Zach took mere seconds to envision the man as a teenager his age with his natural blue eyes replaced with the woman's ominous dark black eyes and realize that Calvin's parents had clearly gotten involved as well. And clearly, judging by the hollow and cold look in the woman's eyes and the silent gritted toothed snarl on the man's face, they were just as pissed, if not more so, as Susan's parents were about the whole mess.

"Ahem."

Zach jolted out of his thoughts and looked in the direction he'd heard the cough in time to see what looked like an annoyed Mr. Schuester standing right at the door leading directly into Figgins' office proper. Mentally cursing and chiding himself for both acting cowardly and making himself look like a fool in front of his teacher and the four pissed off parents who'd come to air their grievances against him, Zach took a deep breath, exhaled, and then resolutely marched over to walk into the office without leaving any chance for him to lose his nerve and bolt out of the area screaming his head off. Mr. Schuester slipped into the office right behind Zach immediately after the boy entered, closing the door behind him.

After another moment of tense silence, the teacher and student were able to find seats and sit down. Several seconds passed in what seemed to be an uncomfortably long period of time before Zach finally decided to just end the awkwardness and start speaking himself. "Good morning," he said calmly and frankly.

The dark-haired man amongst the guests narrowed his eyes, clearly not amused. "Are you Zach Skinner?" he asked.

Zach nodded his head, seeing no reason to deny his own name. "I am," he confirmed. "You?" He asked this strictly for the sake of formality and politeness. After all, he already had a perfectly good feeling who this man, the blonde man, and the two brunette women with them were.

The dark-haired man snarled. "Well as you probably heard me say on the intercom, I'm Dominic Caraway." He pointed at the woman sitting next to him. "This is my wife Samantha." He pointed at Zach. "And we're the parents of the girl you were willing to try to rape yesterday."

Mr. Schuester directed his gaze at Zach, his facial expression silently asking if this accusation was true. Zach indicated for his teacher to wait, and nodded his head at the two Caraway adults. "Noted," he said. He then looked over at the other couple present in the room. "And who, may I ask, are you?"

The blonde man snarled, but this time in an explicitly loud way rather than a silent way. "Gerald Martenson," he hissed. He pointed at his companion. "This is my wife Mallory." He then stood up, stormed over to Zach, and leaned over and grabbed Zach by the shoulders before thrusting his head towards the surprised boy's face and snarling, "And we're the parents of the boy you tried to strangle to death yesterday!"

"Mr. Martenson," Principal Figgins yelled. "Calm down!"

"Calm down?!" Gerald Martenson howled. "Calm down!? Don't you flipping dare tell me to calm down right now!"

"Mr. Martenson," Mr. Schuester began, clearly nervous, despite still not knowing the full details of what was going on.

"Shut up!" yelled Gerald, now glaring at Mr. Schuester. He pointed at the teacher, and then at the principal. "Both of you shut up! And for that matter, why don't you both go ahead and have a son of your own that almost gets murdered in cold blood by some lowlife bastard! Then you can tell me and my wife to calm down!"

"Forget that!" yelled Dominic. He stood up from his own seat and pulled off the same pointing routine that Gerald had just pulled. "Why don't you both have a daughter of your own that some lifeless asshole tries to flipping rape for the fun of it! Then tell me and my wife to calm down!" His eyes narrowed. "And for that matter," he snarled, "with all his current actions in mind." He pointed at Zach. "Why isn't this criminal already in jail!?"

"A very good question," Samantha Caraway agreed.

"You can say that again," Mallory Martenson agreed.

As one, the two women looked over at Mr. Schuester, their eyes narrowing at the sight of the still somewhat surprised and confused look on his face.

"For that matter," said Mrs. Martenson as she then pointed at the teacher. "Why is it that you of all people are so surprised to be hearing about all this?"

Mr. Schuester looked at Mrs. Martenson, clearly caught off guard. "I . . . I don't know what you're talking about. . ."

"That's the point!" Mr. Martenson shouted, clearly catching on to what his wife was saying. He turned around and pointed his finger accusingly at Mr. Schuester. "You don't know what's going on! You never know what's going on! You're so worried about making sure that your precious glee club is capable of winning championships and fulfilling assignments that you don't even bother to care to notice the bits and pieces of drama going on amongst them even when they're happening right under your own nose!" He pointed at Zach. "And as a direct result of all that, this ungodly savage very nearly got away with murdering my son!"

"Yeah," said Mr. Caraway in agreement. He pointed at Zach. "And not only that, but this thug over here also spent the last two days harassing my daughter, not to mention was more than willing to try to fucking rape her, and you did nothing!"

Mr. Schuester mentally winced, and briefly found himself lost for words. "I . . ." he began shakily. "I didn't . . . mean to, I . . . I had no idea any of this was happening. . ."

"That's the point," Mrs. Caraway hissed, standing up from her own seat and pointing her own finger at the teacher. "You never have any idea of what the students in your club are up to! Never! Not until it's either too late, or pretty damned close!"

Mr. Schuester winced, now feeling even guiltier. "Mrs. Caraway," he began. "Mrs. Martenson, I know this looks bad. . ."

"I hate to agree with them William," said Figgins. "But my guests do have a point."

Mr. Schuester reared his head back, rolling his eyes to Heaven. "For the love of God. . ."

"I'm serious William," Figgins continued. "This isn't the first time that you've managed to be so unsettlingly oblivious to your students' activities." He lifted his finger as if to emphasize his point. "The very first such incident happened 25 years ago, at the very beginning of the glee club's existence under the name, New Directions, when the club's very first members changed the song they'd be performing from Le Freak to Push It behind your back. You were completely unaware of any of this until the day of the assembly arrived and they performed the song they'd chosen to do instead of your choice."

Mr. Schuester mentally gulped, all thoughts of complaint or comeback gone from his mind. Now that Figgins had brought up that unpleasant detail, he could only remember it all too well. "That was only about my 2nd ever week or so as glee club director," he shakily tried to defend himself.

"A couple months or so later," the principal continued, clearly not about to stop just yet. "All your glee club students got high on vitamin D. And again, you were completely unaware of the matter until two of the students fessed up."

Mr. Schuester sighed. It seemed that he and the New Directions would never live that incident down. "That only happened once," said Mr. Schuester. "I swear, that kind of thing hasn't happened since."

"Months after that, a mere week away from your first Sectionals competition, the glee club got themselves involved in a Mattress Land advertisement, and got paid in a free set of mattresses," Figgins continued. "And not only were you completely oblivious yet again to your students' activities during this incident, but you yourself very nearly put an end to its existence by using one of the mattresses."

Mr. Schuester winced, clenching his eyes shut and gritting his teeth. Of all the appropriate incidents Figgins could have mentioned, this particular one was by far one of the worst in his opinion. "God, I wish I could just forget that time," the teacher thought to himself.

"And even without those three incidents to consider," said Figgins, "there is also the 2012 lip synching debacle, the 2016 champagne incident, the 2019 Vocal Adrenaline funding robbery, the 2021 family unfriendly literal flash mob, the 2027 Harley Davidson scandal, the 2029 Mexican fighting bull disaster, the 2034 Las Vegas glee club gambling debt crisis. . ." The principal shook his head, and then stared frankly at Mr. Schuester. "Need I go on?"

Mr. Schuester sighed, pinched his nose, and took a series of deep breaths to calm himself down. As this happened, Figgins stared patiently at the teacher, the four parents glared, and Zach hung his head in a mixture of shame, embarrassment, and fear. "Man," he thought to himself. "Did I really screw things up this badly for Mr. Schue?"

Mr. Caraway eventually lost patience. "Give us one good reason why we should trust you with our kids."

At this, Mr. Schuester took a deep breath, exhaled, and then looked at Figgins. "Look," he began, "I get it, all those past incidents, plus this current one, are things that I probably could have stopped from happening if I'd paid better attention. . ."

"Yeah, no shit," Mr. Martenson hissed.

"But let me ask you this Figgins," Mr. Schuester continued, seemingly ignoring Calvin's father. "Has there ever been a time in which an incident like this or something similar has occurred in which I haven't managed to make up for it or work things for the good in some way or other?"

The four parents looked over at the principal, who thought to himself, and then seemingly reluctantly shook his head side to side. "No," he admitted. "In the past, you've always managed to salvage some good or other out of a negative situation as far as I can remember."

"That's right," said Mr. Schuester. He pointed at Zach. "And Zach here, he's not the first problematic student I've had to work with in my club, right?"

Zach briefly made as if about to object to being called 'problematic', only to be silenced by a sidelong glare from Mr. Schuester.

"No, he is not," the principal admitted.

"And let me say this," Mr. Schuester stated. "All the way back in the 2009 fall semester, all the members I had were 100% brand new, just like my current roster. I got them to work out as a group and club together, didn't I?"

Not even the four parents present in the room with him could disagree with Mr. Schuester on that one.

"It's still been lord knows how many years since you've had a roster that consists entirely of brand new members," said Figgins.

"I understand," said Mr. Schuester. "But that doesn't mean that I can't get things to work out with such a roster again after all this time." He lifted his finger as if to emphasize his point, a slightly more confident look on his face once more. "Give me the rest of this week at the very least, maybe even the rest of this month or even the full next month after this at the most. If I haven't worked things out between Zach and my other students and gotten things under control and in good shape by then, feel free to stay angry with me and doubt me. But before you do that, at least just let me try to sort things out and get this mess cleaned up myself."

Figgins and the four parents thought to themselves, clearly considering Mr. Schuester's suggestion. Zach stared intently, though also rather nervously, as he waited for them to finally speak and make their decision. "Please don't make me go to jail, please don't make me go to jail, please don't make me go to jail," he thought to himself worriedly.

Eventually, Figgins sighed. "Fine," he said. "I'll give you this chance."

Zach smiled, and Mr. Schuester sighed in relief. "Thank you. . ."

"As long as my guests are ok with it as well."

Zach and Mr. Schuester's faces promptly fell, and they directed their attention towards the four parents within the room. Zach clearly looked terrified while Mr. Schuester had a slightly pleading look on his own face as he watched the four 'guests' think to themselves and mentally debate on whether or not to either agree with the suggested solution or to take matters into their own hands.

For what seemed like an eternity, the four parents continued thinking to themselves and trying to decide on whether to let Mr. Schuester have his requested chance at fixing the mess himself. Out of all four of them, thankfully, Mrs. Caraway seemed to make her final decision the fastest, as she was the first to nod her head in a way that indicated 'yes'. Her husband, plus Calvin's parents took noticeably longer to make their final decision. Mrs. Martenson seemed painfully clearly as if she wanted nothing more than to lay into Zach tooth and nail for what had happened to her son the previous day. But eventually, after clenching her fists, and taking five deep breaths and exhalations in a row, she finally seemed to calm down, and nodded her head in agreement with Mr. Schuester and Mrs. Caraway. Mr. Martenson seemed largely of the same opinion as his wife, but eventually came to an agreement himself upon seeing that his wife had chosen to allow Mr. Schuester his requested chance to fix things himself. Mr. Caraway, however, clearly was far from 100% willing to believe that Mr. Schuester could be trusted with his daughter's safety around Zach, and he seemed to spend what seemed like an hour clenching and unclenching his fists, inhaling and exhaling heavily, gritting his teeth, and keeping his eyes clenched shut the entire time as he heavily debated on whether to say yes or no to the teacher's request. At this point, Zach couldn't help but feel an uncomfortable sense of doom. "If he says no," he thought to himself. "I'm so dead."

Mr. Caraway opened his eyes, glared hatefully at Zach, and then turned his head towards Figgins. "Mr. Figgins," he said. "May I please go outside your office with my wife and companions for a moment?" He looked back at Zach. "Right now, we need to have a serious talk regarding this boy and what his teacher has just suggested for us to do."

Figgins indicated for his guests to go ahead and leave the room, and the four parents got up from their seats and exited the room, shutting the door behind them so they could have their talk with less chances of Zach or anyone else overhearing them.

For what seemed like an eternity afterward to Zach, the four parents whispered to each other in what looked like a huddle. And, much to his discomfort, judging by Mr. Caraway's behavior during this talk, he was clearly still quite in favor of taking the whole business strictly into his own hands rather than letting Mr. Schuester make any attempt at fixing things.

Mr. Schuester couldn't help but feel worried himself, yet at the same time sympathize with the four parents. "I can't entirely say I blame them, especially Mr. Caraway, for being reluctant to let me take a hand at fixing this mess." He nodded his head. "After all, I'd certainly feel the same way as them if one of my own children were almost murdered or raped." He then directed his gaze at the still quite worried Zach. Zach, thankfully enough, was looking straight at the four parents outside the office, and thus didn't see Mr. Schuester looking his way. "Jesus Zach," he thought to himself. "What am I going to do with you? It's only been two full days since you joined the glee club, and already you've caused more headaches and similar drama for me than your idol himself caused in his entire time as a student at this school." He shook his head side to side, sighing mentally. "By God, is it too much to ask to have just one year of school in which I don't have drama involving the glee club popping up as early as the first week?"

Eventually, the four parents split up from their huddle and reentered Figgins' office. All four of them had facial expressions that clearly indicated varying degrees of annoyance and reluctant agreement. Zach tensed up, half in dread and half in anticipation for what the final verdict would be. Mr. Schuester also gazed intently at the four parents as he waited to hear their final decision, as did Figgins.

In unison, Mr. Martenson, his wife, and Mrs. Caraway looked at Mr. Caraway, who took a deep breath, clearly still not 100% in the best of moods. Eventually, the dark-haired man took an especially deep breath, exhaled particularly heavily, and directed his gaze towards Mr. Schuester, his face still noticeably tensed up and indicative of lingering anger. "I really don't want to say this," he began. He took another deep breath, and then exhaled, his teeth still gritted. "But it has been unanimously decided that we'll let you have your requested chance to fix up this mess yourself."

Zach mentally exhaled in relief, not daring to physical exhale for fear of yet incurring Mr. Caraway's wrath.

"Thank you," said Mr. Schuester.

"But for his sake and yours," Mr. Caraway continued, pointing at the teacher. "This had better work. Because I swear to God, if this fails, and especially if another incident occurs and you turn out to have done nothing to stop it like you did this time, then it won't matter what you offer or how much you beg. We will take this matter strictly into our own hands, and get the police involved."

Zach gulped, and looked at Mr. Schuester, who only nodded. "I understand."

"Good."

Mr. Caraway nodded his head and looked back at Principal Figgins. "Our business is finished; for now."

The principal nodded, and patiently directed that it was ok for them to leave. Mr. Martenson was the first to depart. The others slowly followed along behind him.

However, the other 'guests' took their time. Mrs. Martenson came to a stop directly in front of Zach, leaned towards him, and practically shoved him up against the chair he was sitting in by his shoulders, glaring hatefully at him right in the face. "I'm gonna warn you right now monster," she snarled, teeth gritted and her dark eyes ominously darkened in a unnervingly familiar black hole-like intensity. "And I'm only going to say this once; but if you harm my son again," she leaned her face towards him even further, "mark my words; they'll never find your body."

In that instant, Zach gulped, unable to do anything else as he stared in Mrs. Martenson's furious glaring face. Incidentally, he couldn't help but note that, just as he'd concluded when he'd first seen her from outside the office, her eyes had definitely been the biological inheritance she'd passed down to her son, Calvin. And boy he was not enjoying getting treated to the exact same murderous look Calvin had given him the previous day all over again from the eyes of Calvin's own mother. Mrs. Martenson snarled once again, eyes now narrowed, and then she straightened up and walked off to join up with her husband.

The Caraways took a moment to stop by Zach as well. Mr. Caraway glared at Zach and pointed his finger accusingly at the boy. "The same thing applies to us punk," he growled. "You try to pull off another stunt on our daughter the way you've tried to do the last two days, and no one will find your body."

Zach narrowed his eyes, but also made a slight wolfish grin in an effort to try to make light out of the tense situation. "I'll have you know," he said half-jokingly and half snarkily, "that coming from me, your daughter would have considered rape to be one of the highest honors to ever be bestowed upon her."

Zach instantly regretted his horribly poor choice of words to use to treat as a joke when Mr. Caraway punched him in the face. Zach had plenty of time to gasp and groan in pain before he then turned his head in time to see Mr. Caraway starting to walk away from him towards the exit. "Dude! That was a joke!"

Mrs. Caraway promptly dealt him a thundering kick to the privates with her high heeled right foot. Zach jolted up, howled in agony, and then bent over with a cringing grimace on his face.

"I hope that hurt, you asshole," Mrs. Caraway said in farewell as she started to follow her husband and two compatriots out of the principal's office.

By the time Zach managed to finally get over his current pain and turn his head to look behind him, the four parents had already departed from the office entirely and were walking down the hall to exit the school. He then turned his head towards Mr. Schue, only to mentally gulp and outwardly widen his eyes at the rather unsettlingly disapproving look that was now on the teacher's face.

"Well," said the principal. "That went well; and in fact better than I feared."

Mr. Schuester and Zach directed their gazes at the principal, both of them now glaring as if to say, "Seriously? That's all you have to say?"

"Alright then," said Figgins. He clapped his hands together once. "I suppose that concludes our meeting this morning. You are both now free to return to your class."

"Thank you," Mr. Schuester said politely. He got up from his chair and made his way to exiting the office. "Come on Zach," he said. "Let's go."

Zach did not need to be told twice, and he rose from his seat and followed Mr. Schuester out of the principal's office and into the hall to return to the American History classroom. For what seemed like an eternity, the teacher and student walked quietly through the hallway in the direction opposite the one taken by the four angry parents. Eventually, the boy glanced over at the teacher, a small smile on his face. "Thank you," he said.

Mr. Schuester glared at Zach. "Don't thank me yet," he stated bluntly. He stopped walking, Zach instinctively doing the same. The teacher pointed his finger at Zach. "I may have gotten you out of going to juvie," he stated, "but this is far from over. I've still got plenty to say to you and the rest of my students in the glee club about this matter. And don't bother trying to stop me; I will make sure your parents are aware of this just as much as your apparent victims' parents are. Got that?"

Zach briefly seemed as if about to protest, only to gulp and mentally dismiss his planned complaints as meaningless when he saw the teacher's narrow eyed scowling look of fury. He nodded his head. "Right," he said in a somewhat resigned tone of voice. "Understood."

"Good." Mr. Schuester turned around and resumed his walk. "Now let's get back to class."

And here you go! Another chapter! Here's me hoping you enjoyed this chapter. I certainly had fun writing it (although the waiting for the chance to actually post it sure as Hell could have been more so; oh well). I also hope in particular that you enjoyed Mr. Caraway's rant, the scenes in Figgins' office involving Calvin and Susan's parents, the various incidents (all of which, with the exception of the lip synching, mattress, vitamin D, and Assembly Incident #1, are 'noodle incidents' I made up myself), AND the scene at the chapter's beginning with Raj, Sid, and the two cheerios who are Sid's most dedicated bullies (seriously, you see them still bullying him all the way in chapter 50 of the main GWAF story in case any of you have forgotten). That being said, I once again hope you enjoyed this chapter and leave plenty (emphasis on PLENTY) of reviews/feedback (I may have changed the minimum review quota to one, but I still strongly advise for everyone; and I mean EVERYONE; who reads this chapter, OR the ones before it, to leave reviews; pretty please?). Again, hope you all enjoyed, and look forward to your feedback ^_^.

Coming up Next: It's recess session for today in the glee club, and Mr. Schuester is NOT happy. And before long, after both calling out Zach and becoming aware of literally EVERY detail about Zach's bullying and jerkassery towards so many of his fellow gleeks, Mr. Schuester decides its time to bring the hammer down . . . by forcing them all to take a break from fulfilling the weakly assignment as well as from taking part in any after school glee club session for the day in favor of them taking part in some (in his mind anyway) much needed socializing and bonding time. Sound worth reading? I certainly hope so! ^_^