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Summary: Burt Hummel is one of the most feared mob bosses, and in order to get to him his enemies are going after his twin sons but Burt will be damned before that happens, so he sends them to Dalton. Will it be enough?

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I do not own glee

"The Hummel Clan"

Practice, practice and more practice

3:57

Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock

3:58

Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock

3:59

Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock

4:00

I glance at my watch and lose it since my head cheerleader was now late and no one makes Sue Sylvester wait, not even my sweet, wonderful Porcelain.

"Sandbags!" I yell and the Latina hurries to my side

"Yeah coach?"

"I thought I told you to call Porcelain an hour ago" I glare at her

"I-I did. But it' a two hour drive, an hour and a half if Kurt's driving so they might be a little late" she says, not showing the fact that she was scared

Well done Santana. I put on my most murdering look and say "Do I look like someone that tolerates tardiness?"

"No"

"Then you better start dialing Porcelain's number and hand your phone over before it's your ass I'm snapping at" I half yell, she scurries off to find her phone and is back in less than a minute

"Here, it's already ringing" she says, extending her arm so I can take the phone

Just as I snatch the phone from the cheerio's hand and place it to my ear I hear "Hello?"

"Ah, Porcelain. Do you care to explain why the hell you're not here yet?"

I hear him swallow before he says "I-I…. y-you see…. T-the drive…It wasn't my fault" he finally manages to say

"I don't care whose fault it is. When it comes to cheerios practice there's no good excuses for being late, I don't care if you have to call your daddy dearest and ask for a helicopter, you better be here in 15 minutes or there will be hell to pay, do you understand?"

"Y-yeah" ha says but doesn't hang up

"I don't hear the cars honking at you for speeding and cutting them off" I say with a tone that has Porcelain stepping on the pedal immediately and manage to hear someone in distress saying "Kurt, slow the fuck down. I don't want to crash just because you're late to your precious cheerleading practice"

"Who said that?" I ask

"Gabe did" he says and I hear as someone whisper-yells "Why did you tell her that? She's going to kick my ass"

"Porcelain, pass the phone to your idiot brother and I better not hear the car slowing down"

I can hear a lot of movement as the phone is passed before Gabriel finally answers "Yeah?"

"Gabriel, I heard what you said about my practice and let me tell you I do not like it" I say angrily, no one, absolutely no one, says anything concerning my cheerios and gets away with it unharmed.

"B-but, I didn't mean to" he says

"You wouldn't have said it if you hadn't meant it now would you?" I ask him with a mocking tone

"No, but it isn't my fault that Kurt's driving like a lunatic right now just because he's running late and I'm scared for my safety" he says innocently

I scoff "Yeah right. I've known you your whole life Gabriel so don't even try to lie to me, I bet you're the reason that you guys are late, I bet you kept slowing Porcelain down by doing something stupid or just by taking a hell of a long time in the bathroom; either way, it's your fault and if your brother isn't ready for the competition next week and I lose that trophy to some mediocre team because my head cheerleader messed up, I will track you down to that preppy school and will make you pay for it. AM.?" I yell

"Crystal" he answers almost immediately

"Good. Now be a good kid and make sure your brother gets here in less than ten minutes" I say and hung up before he can answer

I take a deep breath and turn to my cheerios "Well girls, it looks like our dear Porcelain is going to be a little late, so start stretching!"

"Uhh, coach can I have my phone back?" Santana asks

"I better not see you texting instead of stretching" I say and hand it over

"Never, I learned my lesson three months ago when you made me run an hour before school and made me go to class without bathing" she says and scrunches her face in utter disgust

"I'm going to kick your ass after practice" I growl at Gabe

"Try it, fat ass" he says

I gasp and unconsciously glance down to see my stomach and check if it's still flat "Hey, I'm not fat and even if was I would still be able to kick your weak ass"

"Hey! I'm not weak and need I remind you that I'm not the one with asthma" Gabe says punching my arm

"I'm driving you moron so unless you want me to crash don't touch me. And I'm pretty sure that even with the asthma I could kick your ass, I may not be able to breathe very well when I push my lungs too far but fighting you wouldn't last that long so there's no problem" I say and turn to smirk at him

"Yeah right, I'll believe that when I see it" he says, crossing his arms and falling back on the seat like a child

"Ohh, you'll see it as soon as we get back to Dalton, there's a lot of space there so you won't be able to cry for help or run like a little girl"

"You're on. You and me, at Dalton. We'll see who is left standing you shit"

"You hear that guys, you better not intervene because Rocky over here might kick your ass for it" I laughed

They were about to say something but just at that moments I stomped on the breaks which send them all flying forward and jumped out of the Navigator before they could say anything

"Sam, lock the car and don't you dare give the keys to Gabe" I yell as I run to the fields where the devil herself was waiting for me

"Porcelain, start stretching!" Sue yells as soon as she sees me and since I like breathing I instantly do as she says

Fifteen minutes after I arrived Sue has us running with weight vests as punishment for my tardiness, Sam and Nathaniel running alongside me for protection. I last for about forty-five minutes before I start to feel a pressure starting to build in my chest, so I slow down but don't stop since I know that will only make things worse for me.

I soon realize that not stopping was a big mistake because soon enough Nate stops me because I'm already heaving and my lips are turning blue due to the lack of oxygen "Kurt where's your inhaler?" asks Nate worriedly, keeping his hands on my shoulders to keep me steady

My vision starts to blur and I drop to my knees, grabbing my chest in an attempt to lessen the pressure "My….. bag….front…." I manage to choke out. I can hear someone running towards my bag and before I know it Sam is behind me, supporting me with his chest and holds the inhaler to my lips "Come on Kurt, breathe" he says and delivers two dosages before I can finally take in a big gulp of air.

I'm still against Sam's chest, trying to catch my breath when Sue is suddenly by my side looking very worried and very pissed "Damn it, Kurt. How many times do I have to tell you to stop pushing yourself so hard when you're running? I can't have you dying on me, okay? I need you too much" she says and we all know that she isn't talking about the cheerios right now.

"I know' I say between gasps 'but I have to be ready for the competition and my lungs have to get stronger for me to be able to sing and do the tricks at the same time"

"Oh, Kurt, you're already ready, you managed to run for more than 30 minutes with enough weight to put a boy with healthy lungs to shame so stop worrying, your lungs are in great condition for a boy with asthma but you still have asthma so you have to take it easy alright?"

"Okay" I say my breathing back in control

"So are you ready to continue?" she asks extending her arm to help me up, I take it and answer "Of course I am. No one can make me leave this practice early, so let's get a move on it"

"That's my Porcelain" she says back in Sylvester mode

Apparently Sue took my enthusiasm to continue a little bit too far because she worked us up even more than usual, after the asthma attack she sent us to the gym to lift some weights, do sit-downs, pushups, work on our abs, back, ass, legs, chest, you name it. Then she made us run not only the routine for the competition but the routine for the assembly, nationals and some others just for the hell of it.

To say I was exhausted was an understatement; I felt like a truck had run me over then backed up to finish the job off. I was practically dead on my feet by the time I met Gabe at the car

"Wow, you look like hell" says Peter when they spotted me

"Thanks, you look great too" I say sarcastically as I climb in the driver's seat

"Just stating a fact and it looks like you get to live another day Gabe" he laughs

"You're lucky he's this tired" says Nate

"Laugh it up guys' says Gabe and I turn to see what was up with him since he hadn't snapped back at them and find him staring intently at me 'did something happen at practice?" he asks

Shit, he knows. I open and close my mouth, trying to find an excuse, Gabe sees this and turns in his seat to look at Sam and asks "Sam, what the hell happened?" he demands

"He had an asthma attack" Sam says

"What?' Gabe asks, turning to glare at me 'Kurt you said you would take it easy" he growls

"I will after we win nationals, you know me Gabe when have I ever taken it easy, I hate being this sick and you know it, I hate having to limit myself" I say

"I know but I still worry about you and you can't blame me for it; you're my only brother and I love you so excuse me for hating to hear that you were choking a couple of hours ago"

"I'm sorry. I truly am" I say and squeeze his hand, I try to take it back but Gabe doesn't let go

"Promise me you'll take it easy next time"

"Gabe-" I begin but he cuts me off

"Promise me!"

I sigh "I promise little brother" I turn to look him in the eye and he smiles "Thank you"

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