-The Next Day-
I was putting my books into my locker when I heard singing. I looked down the hall and saw Santana,Blaine,Mercedes,and Kurt singing "Wanna Be Startin' Something" by Micheal Jackson. And that's when I knew.
This week's theme was Micheal Jackson.
-at the Lima Bean-
I went with Berry, Blaine, Kurt, Santana, and Artie. It was the first time I've been anywhere with them besides Glee club. It was pretty nice.
They were all discussing their favorite Micheal Jackson memory. Artie had said that he spoke his first words watching Micheal moonwalk, Kurt said he was the first on to pull off the sequin jacket, and Rachel said she never artistically connected with his music.Oh,Berry.
"What about you, Sol", Artie asked me.
"Oh, umm...To be honest, his music style is fascinating. But I never fell in love with his songs."
Just then, a guy in a navy blue suit and red and blue tie came up to us. "Performing Micheal Jackson is actually a bad idea, since my Warblers are performing his music."
"How do you we were performing his music, Sebastian", Santana asked.
"Blaine told me." Every eye turned on Blaine.I was sure Santana was about to go off, but then Sebastian cut in. "Now that I'm captain of the Warblers, I refuse to play nice." He then left.
-in Glee club-
"Isn't there, like, a Show Choir committee board we can complain to", Tina said.
We were discussing how the Warblers stole our idea of singing Micheal Jackson.
"And I don't feel comfortable with Blaine in the room, being a modern day eggs Benedict", Puck said.
"I think you mean modern day Benedict Arnold, Puck", I said.
"We shouldn't worry about the Warblers. We should be focusing on what we're going to do to beat them", Finn said.
Mr.Schue walked in and wrote WWMJD on the board.
"What would Micheal Jackson do", I asked no one in particular.
Finn replies, "He'd fight back. Regionals and MJ is ours."
Blaine then says, "He'd also take it to the streets."
-in an empty parking garage-
We and the Warblers arrived here to have a "Jackson-off", the winner getting to preform MJ songs at Regionals.
We all begin to sing "Bad" by Micheal Jackson. All started well, but ended badly.
After the number, Blaine got slushied in the eye. Though he was screaming in pain. That's when I knew that was not just a normal slushee. I wanted to help, but I could do was just stand there with my hand over my mouth in shock.
-The Next Day-
Kurt entered the Glee with news about Blaine. "His right eye's cornea is deeply scratched and he's going to need surgery."
"I don't understand how a slushee can do that much damage", Mr. Schue said.
"That's because it wasn't a normal slushee", Finn said. "Sebastian purposely wanted to do damage, so he probably put something in it."
"Unless you guys have proof, there's nothing the cops can do." Mr. Schue continued. "Besides, you guys should let the Dalton Headmaster deal with this."
"No, I'm sick of just standing, or rather sitting' back and watch this kind of crap happen", Artie said. "I'm done being treated like trash, and I want people who have hurt us make them feel the pain that they make us feel every damn day!"
I couldn't help but smile at his confidence. It was kind of hot.
"I'm sorry Artie, but violence isn't the answer. Maybe you should go take a break."
"Fine." Artie just sat there for about five minutes, not moving.
It was creepy.
"Um, is Artie okay", I asked.
"He's fine", Berry said. "He's just having a dance dream."
"Oh."
Artie just then snapped, and said, "I'm going now." Artie wheeled out of the room.
-still in Glee club-
Quinn was performing "Never Can Say Goodbye" by Micheal Jackson. She was actually really good. Once finished, everyone, included me, applauded.
"Tell them", Mr. Schue said.
"I got into Yale."
We all went up to hug her, saying "That's awesome" and "Congrats". Well, Berry just sat in her seat.
"Thanks guys", Quinn said. "You guys have loved and supported me through everything, even my stupid mistakes, and I wouldn't have gotten in if you hadn't done that." Quinn looked at Berry. "I was the only one getting in my way of where I am now. You can't change your past, but you can let go and start your future."
We all clapped, except for Berry.
-in the hallway-
I walked up to Artie. I took a deep breath. "Artie?"
"Yeah?"
"I was wondering if you would like to-", Santana cut me off.
"C'mon guys, emergency meeting!" Santana ran down the hall towards the music room.
Artie and I followed her.
-in the Glee club room-
"Brittany, lock the door", said Santana.
"Okay, but I don't know how to do that."
"Wait Santana, what's going on", I asked.
"I found out what Sebastian put in that slushee." She holds up a tape recorder and presses play.
Santana and Sebastian's recorded voices played.
"Just tell me what you put in that slushee."
"Rock salt."
Santana pressed stop on the tape recorder. "See?"
"Even if we do report it to the police and get Sebastian kicked out of school, the Warblers will still preform Micheal and beat us", Kurt said. "But I have an idea to teach them a lesson." Kurt got up and walked out of the room. We all followed, except Berry and Finn.
-in the Auditorium-
We are standing on the stage, watching the Warblers walk in.
"We aren't going to perform Micheal at Regionals", Artie said.
"Great", Sebastian said. "Now if that's all you wanted-"
"He's not done, Little Bitchlet", said Santana.
"Thank you, Santana." Artie continued. "You guys don't get what Micheal is about, so we're going to show you."
We started to perform "Black or White" by Micheal Jackson. As we were, some the Warblers joined with us. Except Sebastian.
Sebastian clapped slowly once we were done. "That was actually pretty good."
"Thanks", Santana said. "Now, I could call the cops, get you kicked out of school, and possibly arrested for what you did to Blaine."
"That would be terrifying if you had proof."
Santana pulled out the cassette tape. "You mean like this?" She fake gasped.
Kurt then took the tape from Santana. "But you not being at Regionals will ruin the joy of beating you." Kurt tossed the tape to Sebastian.
"Now get the hell out of my auditorium", Artie said.
Sebastian got up and left.
I was putting my books into my locker when I heard singing. I looked down the hall and saw Santana,Blaine,Mercedes,and Kurt singing "Wanna Be Startin' Something" by Micheal Jackson. And that's when I knew.
This week's theme was Micheal Jackson.
-at the Lima Bean-
I went with Berry, Blaine, Kurt, Santana, and Artie. It was the first time I've been anywhere with them besides Glee club. It was pretty nice.
They were all discussing their favorite Micheal Jackson memory. Artie had said that he spoke his first words watching Micheal moonwalk, Kurt said he was the first on to pull off the sequin jacket, and Rachel said she never artistically connected with his music.Oh,Berry.
"What about you, Sol", Artie asked me.
"Oh, umm...To be honest, his music style is fascinating. But I never fell in love with his songs."
Just then, a guy in a navy blue suit and red and blue tie came up to us. "Performing Micheal Jackson is actually a bad idea, since my Warblers are performing his music."
"How do you we were performing his music, Sebastian", Santana asked.
"Blaine told me." Every eye turned on Blaine.I was sure Santana was about to go off, but then Sebastian cut in. "Now that I'm captain of the Warblers, I refuse to play nice." He then left.
-in Glee club-
"Isn't there, like, a Show Choir committee board we can complain to", Tina said.
We were discussing how the Warblers stole our idea of singing Micheal Jackson.
"And I don't feel comfortable with Blaine in the room, being a modern day eggs Benedict", Puck said.
"I think you mean modern day Benedict Arnold, Puck", I said.
"We shouldn't worry about the Warblers. We should be focusing on what we're going to do to beat them", Finn said.
Mr.Schue walked in and wrote WWMJD on the board.
"What would Micheal Jackson do", I asked no one in particular.
Finn replies, "He'd fight back. Regionals and MJ is ours."
Blaine then says, "He'd also take it to the streets."
-in an empty parking garage-
We and the Warblers arrived here to have a "Jackson-off", the winner getting to preform MJ songs at Regionals.
We all begin to sing "Bad" by Micheal Jackson. All started well, but ended badly.
After the number, Blaine got slushied in the eye. Though he was screaming in pain. That's when I knew that was not just a normal slushee. I wanted to help, but I could do was just stand there with my hand over my mouth in shock.
-The Next Day-
Kurt entered the Glee with news about Blaine. "His right eye's cornea is deeply scratched and he's going to need surgery."
"I don't understand how a slushee can do that much damage", Mr. Schue said.
"That's because it wasn't a normal slushee", Finn said. "Sebastian purposely wanted to do damage, so he probably put something in it."
"Unless you guys have proof, there's nothing the cops can do." Mr. Schue continued. "Besides, you guys should let the Dalton Headmaster deal with this."
"No, I'm sick of just standing, or rather sitting' back and watch this kind of crap happen", Artie said. "I'm done being treated like trash, and I want people who have hurt us make them feel the pain that they make us feel every damn day!"
I couldn't help but smile at his confidence. It was kind of hot.
"I'm sorry Artie, but violence isn't the answer. Maybe you should go take a break."
"Fine." Artie just sat there for about five minutes, not moving.
It was creepy.
"Um, is Artie okay", I asked.
"He's fine", Berry said. "He's just having a dance dream."
"Oh."
Artie just then snapped, and said, "I'm going now." Artie wheeled out of the room.
-still in Glee club-
Quinn was performing "Never Can Say Goodbye" by Micheal Jackson. She was actually really good. Once finished, everyone, included me, applauded.
"Tell them", Mr. Schue said.
"I got into Yale."
We all went up to hug her, saying "That's awesome" and "Congrats". Well, Berry just sat in her seat.
"Thanks guys", Quinn said. "You guys have loved and supported me through everything, even my stupid mistakes, and I wouldn't have gotten in if you hadn't done that." Quinn looked at Berry. "I was the only one getting in my way of where I am now. You can't change your past, but you can let go and start your future."
We all clapped, except for Berry.
-in the hallway-
I walked up to Artie. I took a deep breath. "Artie?"
"Yeah?"
"I was wondering if you would like to-", Santana cut me off.
"C'mon guys, emergency meeting!" Santana ran down the hall towards the music room.
Artie and I followed her.
-in the Glee club room-
"Brittany, lock the door", said Santana.
"Okay, but I don't know how to do that."
"Wait Santana, what's going on", I asked.
"I found out what Sebastian put in that slushee." She holds up a tape recorder and presses play.
Santana and Sebastian's recorded voices played.
"Just tell me what you put in that slushee."
"Rock salt."
Santana pressed stop on the tape recorder. "See?"
"Even if we do report it to the police and get Sebastian kicked out of school, the Warblers will still preform Micheal and beat us", Kurt said. "But I have an idea to teach them a lesson." Kurt got up and walked out of the room. We all followed, except Berry and Finn.
-in the Auditorium-
We are standing on the stage, watching the Warblers walk in.
"We aren't going to perform Micheal at Regionals", Artie said.
"Great", Sebastian said. "Now if that's all you wanted-"
"He's not done, Little Bitchlet", said Santana.
"Thank you, Santana." Artie continued. "You guys don't get what Micheal is about, so we're going to show you."
We started to perform "Black or White" by Micheal Jackson. As we were, some the Warblers joined with us. Except Sebastian.
Sebastian clapped slowly once we were done. "That was actually pretty good."
"Thanks", Santana said. "Now, I could call the cops, get you kicked out of school, and possibly arrested for what you did to Blaine."
"That would be terrifying if you had proof."
Santana pulled out the cassette tape. "You mean like this?" She fake gasped.
Kurt then took the tape from Santana. "But you not being at Regionals will ruin the joy of beating you." Kurt tossed the tape to Sebastian.
"Now get the hell out of my auditorium", Artie said.
Sebastian got up and left.
