A/N: As promised, I wanted to write a chapter dedicated to how I believe the bullying got so serious at McKinley. Back in Season 1, Will Shuester let the kids slushie him since he claims he never took one to the face. It was pretty obvious to me (and my head-canon) that the degree of bullying at McKinley was a relatively new development. So I figure Azimio and Karofsky were the ones who dreamed up the "Titan World Order."

I went to high school in a small place overrun by cliques, but even as a big-boned smart girl (nerd) with a teacher mom and a preacher daddy I never got picked on like the kids at McKinley. Looking back, I realize I could have been a total bully magnet, but the only thing I got picked on for was talking like a White girl (cuz Moms was for real about grammar). So here's why I think the shit is so crucial at McKinley.

Thank you for you're help, Jessimae888...I appreciate the confidence boost!

So I hope you guys like my version of events, and enjoy the chapter.

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Chapter 2

Laying the Foundation

I guess my story really gets its start back before I was even a teenager.

Do you remember how; back in elementary school, at recess all the girls would play on the swings and shit while the boys played football and soccer? Do you remember how everybody was basically friends back then, and how the only divide on the playground, for real, was the one between the girls and the boys?

Well, I remember it, and sometimes I miss that shit. Life was so simple back then, you know…not giving a fuck about reputations and popularity. It was a pretty easy way to live. But then you go to junior high and you start to notice people joining clubs and forming cliques based on hobbies and shit. And it sucked, because some of your best friends from childhood got older, and didn't like to do the same kinda after-school stuff as you. So you just didn't hang out anymore.

And I may not have liked the shit, but I was guilty as hell too. My clique was Finn Hudson, Dave Karofsky and me. We knew each other cause me and Finn didn't have dads and Karofsky didn't have a mom...so our parents had this system of helping each other out with childcare and stuff. Moms had a similar arrangement going on with my little sister, Michelle and some of the parents at her elementary school, too.

Me, Finn, and Karofsky were always together; saw each other every day after school and on Saturday, too. And Finn was definitely my best friend; we basically lived at each others houses…even when we didn't need any babysitting. The three of us always loved sports, and played a bunch of 'em together on the playground and in each others' backyards. So the summer before seventh grade we all decided to try out for the junior high school football team together.

We had a great time for those three weeks that summer; making the team, working out, running plays...we thought were just having fun like we'd been doing since preschool. But when we got to school that fall we were the most popular kids in that bitch. I mean, Lima Middle School's football team sucked balls…but it didn't matter though, as long as our pictures were in the yearbook wearing the jerseys.

None of us were really that into girls for real yet, but we all dug on the attention. We got notes in our lockers from cheerleaders asking us to dances and stuff, and one of us was the winner every time there was a Homecoming king or Winter Formal court. It was lame, but shit like that meant a lot to a bunch of middle-schoolers. When basketball season started, all three of us tried out for that too, and made it. Same shit happened; girls, popularity, kings of the school.

We all liked the attention or whatever, but never really thought about doing anything to keep our popularity; we just kind of accepted it. Eighth grade pretty much went the same way, but the summer before ninth grade, a lot of stuff changed.

That was the summer Finn had his freak-ass growth spurt and grew like 5 inches in two months. When we went to football camp (all three of us made JV, and completely skipped being on the 9th grade team) the coaches were impressed by how well Hudson handled the pigskin. They ain't even have a clue that Finnocence used to throw like a girl before that year. His new wingspan was massive, so he made all these crazy passes that were a thing of fucking beauty. The coaches made him the first ninth grade JV quarterback in 20 years, and he was an instant legend at McKinley when we started high school.

That was also the summer I started building my rep as a stud. Moms had begged me to take odd jobs around the neighborhood and pay for my own sports equipment and stuff that year; she even gave me a list of folks in the area who wanted some help around their houses. Mostly it was just cleaning garages, painting fences, minor landscaping and shit. But there was this chick who lived a few streets down who wanted know if I could clean a pool. I knew how to, since I've been doing my Nana's since I was 11. When I went over there, old girl was waiting on me in a bikini…and holding a 12 pack of Heineken.

She sat there watching me finish up her pool, and waited for me to rip off my sweaty shirt. Then she offered me a "cool drink" to refresh myself. You can probably guess what happened next, so I won't go into details. Just suffice it to say that I spent the rest of the summer learning shit a 14 year old had no business learning from a 40 year old mom.

I never told anybody, but it was pretty obvious I wasn't part of the blue-balls crew when school started. Chicks can tell when a dude ain't hurting for pussy. When ninth grade started, I had girls throwing it at me left and right...partly because I was on the team too, but partly cause they all wanted to see if the stuff they'd been hearing was true.

As for Karofsky, he met this new kid that summer, named Azimio Adams. Adams had just transferred to McKinley from Detroit; he was a linebacker on the team with us. Those two were like peas in a pod; they liked the same video games and the same nasty shit on their pizzas, they both watched RAW like it was their religion and neither one of them liked to study too much. Dave was shitting rainbows, cause he finally had a best friend like me and Finn had each other. By the time school started Karofsky probably would have robbed a bank if Adams asked him to and Adams seriously got off on having a fan club…dude loved to hear himself talk nonsense.

Assholes Are Made, Not Born

Thing about Adams is, he used to have this crush on a girl in the drama club named Kat back in ninth grade. She volunteered to do the announcements on the PA every morning just so she could recite her original poetry for an audience. The girl was cute, Adams had real good taste; but he didn't realize that not every girl in school was into jocks. When he did his lame-ass "you know you want up on this" swagger shit, Kat turned his ass down flat. She told him she wouldn't date a stupid football player for all the money in the world, and called him a bitch ass fool in front of everybody in the hall.

That really pissed Adams off, so he decided to make her damn life miserable. He spent the whole first semester of freshman year telling the dudes on the football team how we had to "restore world order" by making sure losers knew their place. Karofsky was so glad to have a best friend he started talking that shit too. Those two told every jock they could find that it was our "duty" to crush all the people who were beneath us, so they could get used to being fuck-boys and do-bitches their whole lives while we got rich, famous and happy.

They talked about how the losers would think they were on our level, unless we tossed them in dumpsters and trashed their lockers every day. Adams and Karofsky kept saying that as kings of the school, we had a right to be treated with respect. If losers wanted to go to McKinley, they had to accept that we were the ones ruling it.

Finn and me might not have taken a side in the shit, but then they came up with the idea of tossing slushies on the nerds, freaks, and geeks. Az and Karofsky wanted the losers to know exactly who they were, so they figured an icy cold beverage to the face would get the message across. You ain't even gonna need three guesses to figure out who the first person Az ever slushied was. Dude baptized Kat, made her cry, then walked away to spread some misery to other motherfuckers.

When me and Finn heard about that shit we knew we were gonna have to pick a side and stick to it. Nobody in his right mind would really want to be the one being bullied, so we jumped on the asshole train with our boys. October of ninth grade year, me and Finn tossed some AV nerds into the trash…and never looked back.

We were all a bunch of bullying ass wipes, but everybody had his own specialty.

Azimio's whole deal was maintaining the "social hierarchy" and makin' sure everybody knew their "status level." That motherfucker took the time to group all the kids at McKinley according to what clubs or activities they were into, then picked on the ones who were lowest on the totem pole. He made up all these damn rules about "pecking order" that didn't make any fucking sense to anybody but him, and then he used the damn rules to decide which losers deserved more bullying than the other ones.

Like, the marching band kids were a bunch of geeks, so they all got slushies once or twice a month. But the majorettes and dance line girls were exempt because most of them had footballer boyfriends. Then Az decided that the same ones we were slushing once a month deserved to get swirlies on the daily because marching season was over. Fucking Adams declared symphonic band to be "much lamer," I think it had something to do with the tuxedo shirts they wore whenever they performed or something. I never really understood that shit. Basically, his thing was making sure everybody understood that jocks were on top, and everybody else sucked, but that there were different levels of suckage.

Karofsky, on the other hand, got a real bug up his ass about pansy-type dudes and tomboys. Any guy at school who wasn't into sports or hung around mostly girls? They were automatically on his shit list. Any chick who played a sport other than volleyball or softball? Karofsky made sure to give her a dyke-y new nickname like "Strap On" or "Mullet." He kept saying how they shouldn't go around choosing to be gay if they didn't wanna be picked on, then he'd shoulder check the guys into lockers and slam the chicks' books outta their hands in the halls. He'd write slurs on motherfuckers' lockers and draw rainbows all over their shit…Karofsky was turning into a future hate crime offender, for real; dude had a serious hard-on for gay kids.

Finn was actually the least douchey of all of us. He basically only helped enforce the bullying that the rest of us were doing. Like if Karofsky wanted to dumpster toss a fairy, he'd enlist Finn's Sasquatch-looking ass to do the most of the lifting. Or if Adams wanted to double-slushie a chess team member Finn would have his back. He helped me to water bomb nerds and flush a few losers in the john, but again, all that shit was my idea.

I spent my time developing a brand of bullying that offered me the most scope for my delinquent ways. I figured out a long time ago that if people are scared of you, then you can get away with doing a lot of shitty stuff. My dad used to fuck around on my mom and take all her money, cause he knew she was worried about him beating the shit out of her or leaving without a forwarding address (like he eventually did, anyway). So I started intimidating scared kids so I could use 'em when I needed a lookout or an alibi or something. I mean, if I felt like stealing out of a teacher's purse or fucking a Cheerio in the janitor's closet, I knew I was gonna do the shit anyway... Might as well get a geek to cover me and keep my ass from being expelled. That shit works even better if you beat up the geek's best friend the day before; that way you know the motherfucker won't say no.

Plus, it seemed like the more bad shit I did, the more pussy I got thrown at me. Every time the rumor mill started up with stories about me getting high in my truck before school or T-rollin' a teacher's house for failing me on a test, I got at least three or four chicks calling me up for a fuck. And everybody knew my sex game was tight, since I fucked some of the MILFs in town while their kids were home listening to the screams and moans. So anytime a girl at school got curious about either my bad-boy ways or my fucking skills and tried me out, I basically got even more of a reason to stay an asshole. It was a vicious cycle.

So Finn, Karofsky, Azimio and me were all pretty much set in our ways by the end of ninth grade. Finn had parlayed his QB status into a relationship with Quinn, who was the head JV Cheerio freshman year and founder of the Celibacy Club. Karofsky and Azimio stayed busy making sure everybody knew which kids at McKinley were cool and which ones were fools. I was a notorious pussy hound. We thought we were set for the rest of high school. Then shit started happening to change us all; for me it was that summer when I fucked my best friend's girl.

Let me just say right now, that all that Celibacy Club shit never fooled me for a second. I knew from jump street that Quinn wasn't holding on to her virginity because she loved God or because she wanted to share it with whatever asshole she married. Yeah, she was a daddy's girl; and yeah, she was all about making her parents proud. But Que, despite not ever fucking before, was a whore…she was just waiting around till she found something good enough to trade her cherry for.

Oh, the bitch was smart; I'll give her that…She knew Finn was popular, easy to lead around, and a good guy on top of it. He wouldn't ever be the type to pressure a chick for a fuck. But don't get it twisted-if he had been the kind of asshole who would dump a girl for not putting out, she'd have thrown the pussy at him with the quickness; just to stay McKinley's top bitch.

The day I laid her wasn't even the fist time she came over to my house to make out. See, Quinn had this dumb-ass theory that she could get all her horniness out of her system by fooling around with me. That way she could keep lying to Finn about being a good girl, and still get a little friction. She knew I wouldn't tell anybody, cause I'd look like a major-league dick…plus, she realized I loved Finn like a bro despite my asshole ways.

If Sue hadn't accused Quinn at cheer camp of gaining ten pounds, she never would have let me hit it. I had been trying to talk her out of her panties for weeks on the sly, and it was actually pretty fun having to work so hard at it. Most girls just spread eagle and open sesame when I came at 'em. So I wasn't really expecting her to say yeah. But that day Quinn was worried that Sue wouldn't let her cheer on the Varsity squad Sophomore year for being too big, and I was able to use that shit, along with wine coolers to pluck her cherry. We never hooked up again; after that she decided to be faithful to Finn and let him finally get to second base, and I started dating Santana Lopez.

I guess I can admit now, since its been awhile, that my reason for making Satan my first legit girlfriend is the same reason I had for sleeping with Quinn. I mean, yeah…I thought it would be kinda funny to fuck the captain of the Celibacy Club, and yeah…I pretty much never turn pussy down, just on GP. But for real; the main reason I did the shit was to compete with Finn.

I just didn't get it…I mean, I'm a hot Jew with guns of steel, and I get more nookie than any other 3 dudes at school. Even as a freshman, I had senior dudes with cars and facial hair asking me to hook 'em up with my leftovers. I'm a fucking stud. So why in the hell was Finn the most popular dude in our class, and damn near the whole school?

Not to be a douche bag or anything, but he was a tubby virgin who wasn't even scoring a hand job from his prissy-ass girlfriend. Just because his chick was Sue's favorite Cheerio and he was better at passing the pigskin than running plays and mowing down our opposition, he gets to be the BMOC? That shit was fucked up to me, so I leveled the playing field by boning his girl and getting my own damn Cheerio. I suppose I was jealous.

Change is Gonna Come

So we started Sophomore year on top…Us four dudes all made Varsity, Quinn and Santana made Varsity Cheerios, and our clique was all set to rule over McKinley. Then Finn joined Homo Explosion, and let me tell you now, I was over being jealous of his ass.

My boy, my ace, my bro… was singing, dancing, performing, and then lying his ass off about it. I knew if he was really into being a show choir freak, he would have at least told me he was gonna do it, instead of giving me that bullshit about his mom having prostate surgery. So reading between the lines I figured he didn't wanna be there for real. That's why I organized the paint ball showdown, and let Az and Dave slushie him.

By that time I knew Finn was letting Quinn convince him he was the father of the baby she was brewing. I was kinda frustrated by his dumb-ass ways, so I can admit to being a little harder on him than I should have been. I guess I went too far when we tried to lock Wheels in the porta-John, and turn it over, though. It was obvious by then that Finn was really enjoying the show tunes and costumes…so at that point he had decided to be loyal to Glee.

A couple of weeks later Santana dumped me in the hallway, and it really fucked with my self-esteem. Why do high school girls have to act like bitches just to show how much power they have over us? If my credit was bad or whatever, she could have just dumped me with a text message or over the phone. Fucking me over in the halls to humiliate me was a shitty thing to do, and completely unnecessary.

So I decided to focus on old chicks exclusively. I heard around the way that my football coach was looking for singers to perform at a PTA meeting so I went and told him to count me in. It was actually real fun; the music was cool and the dance moves were kinda sexy. Finn's Glee teacher was pretty chill, too…really involved in his students' lives or whatever. I could tell the "father figure" bullshit was half the reason Finn was so into being in the club.

So I sung with Finn and all the teachers at the PTA gig, and the crowd loved it. It was fun as hell performing, plus I got three divorcees to agree to a foursome that night. I have to say, it was the first time I understood why Finn was so into being in the New Directions.

By the time Mr. Shue and Hummel helped the football team win a game, I was through fucking with Finn for being in Glee. I mean, yeah…it was pretty gay of us to break out in a girly-ass dance in the fourth quarter, but results don't lie. All the spectators were into the shit, we put on a hell of a performance…and kicked the other team's ass! In the locker room after the big show, I overheard Mike Chang and Matt Rutherford each telling the other one that they'd join if they had each other's back. I interrupted 'em to say I was in, too. So we all went to join Gay Club, I mean Glee Club together.

A/N: Thank you so much for showing interest in my story. I hope you guys continue to enjoy what I've written.