I had to delete this chapter right after posting it because I used the wrong document. Whoops!
Sorry for the confusion!
The next day when Dylan walked into McKinley, Sue was waiting for him by her office. When he walked by she stopped him.
"What?", he asked. She motioned for him to follow her into his office. Since he wasn't actually in any classes, Dylan decided he had nothing to lose.
Sue closed the door behind him.
"What do you want?", he asked, half-frustrated, half-tired. "I told you I'm not telling you anything about the future."
"I would never ask you to tell me", Sue assured him. "I have a proposition for you."
Dylan crossed his arms and nodded for her to continue.
"You", Sue said. "Are going to help me destroy the Glee club."
"Why would I do that?"
"Because if you don't, I will tell all of them who you really are and ruin the future. And, hopefully, some of the lives of those losers."
Dylan was torn. Not about what to do, no, he knew he wouldn't help Sue take down the Glee club. He was torn between telling her that she is sitting in what would later become a performing arts high school and staying quiet.
Oh, her reaction would be priceless.
Without a word, Dylan left her alone in her office.
When it was time for Glee, Mr. Schue explained that they needed to start getting ready for Nationals.
"Song ideas, go."
Dylan had to physically restrain his hand from raising itself. All of the songs he wanted the Glee club to do hadn't been written yet, and wouldn't be for years.
Rachel offered the same suggestions that everyone said she always did.
A ballad for her and Finn, a group number where she's the lead…
"Dylan, did you have an idea?", Mr. Schue asked.
"Oh", Dylan said nervously. "Uh, I had one but I lost it."
Dylan didn't notice Sue standing outside the door of the choir room, but Blaine did.
After he pointed it out, Will opened the door and stepped out into the hall to speak with her.
"Now what, Sue?"
"Excuse me, William, I have a very important message for the entire Glee club, you included. So, if you could please get out of my way."
Will let her in and everyone exchanged confused looks.
"Hello, everyone", Sue said with a terrifying smile. "Before you ask, no I am not here to tell you about how terrible you were at Regionals and how you have no chance of winning Nationals."
"What I am here for, has to do with or new friend Dylan."
Dylan felt everyone's eyes on him.
"You see, Dylan here is—"
"A spy!", Dylan cut her off. He stood up and looked at everyone.
"Yes, I'm a spy. I'm here from Oral Intensity to spy on you. I'm sorry—I won't tell them anything. I'll just go and leave you all to the class. I'm sorry, again."
Dylan felt horrible when he saw everyone's betrayed looks.
At least Oral Intensity was around in this time.
Sue stared at him in surprise and turned to Will.
"I will take him to Principal Figgins' office, William. I am so sorry that I couldn't tell you sooner."
Dylan and Sue left, leaving a group of very confused people behind.
"What just happened?", Sam asked.
"Why would she care if someone was spying on us?", Blaine asked.
"I don't know", Will sighed. "I'll be right back." He hurried out of the choir room and made a beeline for Sue's office. The door hadn't been closed all the way. Will stood outside and listened.
"What was that?", Sue said angrily. "A spy? What would I care if you were spying on them?"
"I don't know", Dylan replied. "I panicked. I couldn't believe you were actually going to tell them!"
"I warned you, Charming", Sue said. "If you didn't help me destroy them, I would tell them that you are Kurt and Blaine's love child."
Will could've fainted. Dylan couldn't be from the future, that's insane. He decided to intervene.
"Hey, Sue", Will said. "Dylan. I thought you were going to Figgins' office?"
"He was busy", Sue told him. "As am I. So, William, if you could be so kind as to—"
"I heard everything, Sue."
Dylan, who had been avoiding his eyes, looked up so quickly he would be surprised if he didn't have whiplash.
"You were eavesdropping, William?", Sue asked. "Honestly, I thought you were better than that."
While they were talking, Dylan quietly slipped out of the office and ran down the hallway. How can I get out of here?, he thought. I just want to go home!
"Hey, Dylan, stop!"
Dylan turned around and saw Kurt hurrying toward him.
"I'm sorry, I have to—"
"Just wait", Kurt said. "I know what you're going through."
I strongly doubt that.
"What do you mean?"
"I went to Dalton to spy on the Warblers last year", Kurt explained. Dylan stopped himself before he could say I know. How many times had he heard the story of how his dads met?
"I ended up staying there because I loved it. And I met Blaine there. You could stay here with us."
"No, I—I appreciate the offer, I really do, but I can't stay here", Dylan said.
"Why not? We need your voice, you're amazing!"
"Thank you, but—"
"But unfortunately he has to leave now."
Sue had approached them when they weren't looking. A very confused Will Schuester was right behind her.
Dylan shot a death stare at Sue, who ignored him.
"You see, Kurt", Sue continued. "This charming young man isn't from here. And no, he's not really from New York."
"Actually I—"
"Quiet. Kurt, this boy right here is from the future. Actually, before I continue, William, would you go get Blaine for us? He should be here."
Will, still stunned by what he had just heard, went back to the choir room. A few minutes later, Blaine, very concerned, found them.
"What's going on?", he asked.
"I'll tell you what's going on, Blaine", Sue said. "I want you to look closely at Dylan here. Do you notice anything in particular about him?"
"Um. I like his outfit?", Blaine offered with a shrug. Dylan sighed, he knew where this was going.
"Doesn't his fashion sense just seem familiar, to you two?", Sue prompted.
"I mean, I wouldn't wear it, but I don't see what that has to do anything", Kurt said, getting steadily more frustrated. "Can you just tell us what's going on?"
"Dylan is from the future, Kurt."
"That's insane, time travel doesn't exist", Blaine objected.
"Well, tell that to your son", Sue said.
With that, she turned on her heel and went back to her office.