AN: Inspired by lyrics from "Failure's Not Flattering" by New Found Glory.
Maybe giving Sebastian the tape of his confession wasn't what most people would have done. It wasn't exactly my first thought about what to do about this situation either. Like I had said, my gut reaction was to strike back. Sebastian had giving me nothing but grief since I met him - flirting with and trying to steal Blaine from me and if he had his way I would be the one needing eye surgery, not Blaine. Sebastian had intended on throwing that slushy at me and the fact that Blaine was hurt protecting me just made me angrier.
Yes, I would definitely enjoy seeing the new star Warbler's head on a stick. That wasn't really an option though.
Before leaving the stage, I glanced once again at the chair that Sebastian had been sitting in. I had seen the defeat on his face as I had tossed him the tape. The words that had been said here this afternoon, and getting the rest of the Warblers up on this stage with us during our performance had accomplished what I had wanted. Instead of just punishing Sebastian, I had been able to make the others see what type of person he really was. Even more than trying to steal Blaine from me, Sebastian wanted to be respected by the Warblers. Wanted to be seen as a star at Dalton.
The Warblers backing me and the revelation that was made to all of them today damaged that goal. I had revealed to them who Sebastian really was, and hopefully that would leave a more lasting impression than getting the Criminal Chipmunk expelled would have.
"Kurt, I thought we were getting coffee?"
Looking toward the back of the auditorium I saw Trent standing in the doorway, Nick and Jeff behind him. It had been awhile since I had caught up with some of the friends I had made during my brief stay at Dalton and it was time to remedy that. Whether Sebastian had learned a lesson or not this afternoon, I think these three have and even reaching one person in my fight against violence is a victory in my book.
"Yeah, I'm coming," I call back, one more brief look at the chair as I walk off the stage.