choirroom | Give me one more chance

"No, no, no, no way. What do you think you're doing here? We don't need a walking advertisement for why homophobia is a good idea actually running around at McKinley. Why don't you do everyone a favour and become a part of the gay suicide statistic instead? I promise we'll use your picture when we talk about how it gets better." Satana had clocked Sebastian from behind, even seeing him without the Warbler uniform. He wore the ugliest shirt she'd ever seen instead and she routinely had to look at Finn Hudson, so that was saying something.

"You almost blinded my friend, psycho. Do you want to confess to any more crimes or are you just lost?" She looked around to the lockers behind them, then back at him with a shrug. "You're not on the yellow brick road, tinman. You're not getting a heart here."

"Do you know the story of the monkey's paw? Or the vague concept of a story? I'm not sure how good the teaching is here and just how literate you are." Sebastian admitted as he looked at the stupid, annoying reason he was currently in this hell. Not that he intended to admit this was hell. No, no, no, he was going to own it. He didn't admit to weakness of failure.

"The basic concept is: be careful what you wish for. You want me gone from Dalton." Sebastian spread his arms and gestured around him. "Congratulations. I'm doing community service instead. I get to spend some time around the poor, the lonely and the ugly." He gave Santana a pointed look. "Like you."

"Riiiight. You're a poor man's idea of me lacking any of the spice and all of the sex, apart from maybe some awkward frotting in the back of a car that smells like swaety socks until someone comes in their tighty-whities." She just assumed that Sebastian wore tighty-whities, it seemed like a Dalton Academy thing to do. Not that she ever wanted to know for sure.

"You're not going to do well here, private school boy. I almost feel bad for you. I'm a cheerleader, I know what the bottom of the pyramid looks like and you've just become the spitting image." She shook her head. "Stay away from Blaine. Stay away from the Glee club. And watch your back. You stink of weakness."

"You're so charming. Look, I would enjoy it. It's not very often that you'll have one over me so." He mocking clapped his hands for her and then snorted in amusement. "But hey, the school teaches Spanish so at least I'll be able to communicate with your family while they clean my toilets some day."

With an arrogant smirk, he moved around Santana. He hadn't quite decided what he wanted to even do here, what his plans were but... well, he did want to compete. He liked to sing but he wasn't sure it was worth singing with the New Directions of all people. "Oh yeah." Sebastian remarked aloud, turning to look at Santana with fake surprise. "This is Blaine's school now. I had no idea."

"That doesn't even make any sense, you gay weirdo," Santana called after him, at the same time as she took her phone out to start a call to Quinn, Tina, Mercedes and Brittany. They had to handle this crisis before the boys could mishandle it.

WHERE ARE YOU?!?!?!?!??!

Math???

CRISIS

SEBASTIAN IS HERE

Why?

What?

All the Warblers too?

NO

SEBASTIAN IS HERE

RIGHT HERE

IN MY HISTORY CLASS

Is this like a weird mind game thing?

Maybe tell the teacher???

wtf

he is enrolled

but of course it's a weird mind game thing

he is after you

and he is at McKinley

That jerk is not going to get me.

He tried to blind you. Never mind that it hit me.

Do you really think he transferred here to get me?

Cause we will need to have a talk with him.

Maybe we can get some of the glee guys to back us up.

Are you saying back up as in getting physical or as in singing because I'm not sure if you singing to him will send the right message.

But he is definitely still into you so he is trying to get you and we are not going to let him.

I was thinking more the guys there as physical back up

Just in case he has any other weapons.

I have my true love. I don't need anything or anyone else so good luck to him.

Apparently Puck has already thrown him into the dumpster twice today, so I think we have our physical backup. And Finn told me that he's my bro and was weirdly intense about it, so I guess that's straight boy talk for we're covered.

God, he'll want to join Glee club.

In the dumpster.

That's... kind of mean, isn't it?

I don't want to be mean. I just don't want him here. Why is he even here?

Glee club is a democracy, he's not getting in.