Haley, Santana, Blaine, Kurt, Artie, and Rachel sat at the Lima Bean discussing the Michael discussion since the Troubletones had missed their opportunity to perform it, now that the New Directions had.

"Okay, favorite Michael Jackson memory. Go." Blaine said, pointing at Artie.

"When I was one, my mom showed me the VHS tape of his Motown special, and when he did the moonwalk across the stage for the first time in history, I uttered my first words: Hot dam." Artie said.

"Oh really? I don't know of any kid who's first word is 'hot damn'" Haley pointed out.

"I owe the King of Pop a deep debt of gratitude. He was the first one to pull off the sequined military jacket, long before one Kurt Hummel made it iconic." Kurt answered.

"I have to be honest...I never really got him." Rachel spoke up, everyone turning to her.

"And we are no longer on speaking terms."

"No, I think he's an amazing performer, but I've never really just got what he was about." She defended herself.

"Rachel, he was best friends with Liza Minnelli and Liz Taylor." Argued Kurt.

"No, all I'm saying is that I-I just... I haven't connected with him the way that I have with the likes of Barbara or either of the Stephens. Sondheim. Schwartz."

"I'd throw this mocha in your face, but it's not nearly scalding enough." Santana said.

"Human Nature is by far my favorite. Everyone who knows me, knew I sang that during my first voice lesson performance." Haley stated. "It's the first song I played on my ukulele and piano. No harm to La Vie En Rose."

"Okay, but just, since you guys are so jazzed about him. I think it's a good idea." Rachel said.

"Well, that might not be the best idea." Sebastian said, approaching the group. "Hey, Blaine. Hello, everyone else."

"Oh look, it's Timon, he's just missing his buddy Pumbaa." Haley pointed out sarcastically. "Are you going to do a luau for us? With your Pumbaa?" She mocked. "Oh right, I remember, you don't have one." She spat.

"Does he live here or something?" Kurt asked, sarcasm interlaced in his voice. "Seriously, you are always here."

"Why don't you think that's a good idea?" Artie asked.

"Because we're doing MJ for Regionals. You see, Warblers drew first position, so as soon as I heard what your plan was, I changed our set list accordingly."

"And what loudmouth piece of grub told you?" Haley asked, continuing with the mocking and Lion King references.

"Uh, Blaine told me this morning." He answered. Everyone turned to look at Blaine immediately, who only looked down.

"I just called for a tip on how to get red wine out of my blazer piping, and he would not stop going on about it." Sebastian explained.

"I may have mentioned it." Blaine said, as Haley scoffed.

"How often do you talk?" Asked Kurt, as he glared at Blaine.

"Oh, my god, hey, Kurt. I didn't recognize you. You are wearing boy clothes for once."

"Alright, twink...I think it's time that I show you a little Lima Heights hospitality." Santana said, getting up.

"Unless you want to join your relatives in prison, that's probably not the best idea. You see, my dad is sort of what you'd call a state's attorney."

"Of course, there's no surprise there." Haley scoffed. "Thank god you aren't really a meerkat, even though you look like one. You are just a follower. Meerkats, they know what patriarchy is. Hence the leader is a female meerkat."

"But if you had a pinata you wanted delivered, I bet he could make sure that got to them. Alright, so here's what you guys should know. I am captain of the Warblers now, and I'm tired of playing nice."

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"Well...we're here.: Sebastian said as him and the Warblers approached Blaine, Santana and Haley.

"We got something to settle. Both of us want to use MJ, but only one can."

"We're having what, I call, A Jackson Off. Whoever wins gets the privilege of singing MJ songs for regionals." Haley explained.

"What, us against...The three of you?" Sebastian spat. "You really think you're that bad> Is that what they teach you at that little public school of yours?"

"For a tolerance of bullying in private school, you're not acknowledging your guidelines, Meerkat." Haley spat back.

"It's time to see who's bad." Blaine said, as Santana snapped her fingers, the rest of the glee club approached.

{BAD-SUNG BY THE WARBLERS AND NEW DIRECTIONS}

Haley gasped when Blaine fell to the ground, hearing him grunt in pain from the slushie. She crouched down picking up the cup that had been thrown. She reached her finger inside and wore a shocked expression. "Guys, this isn't just a regular slushie, Sebastian added something on purpose. He had a plan, so that they would win. Of course Kurt was his target."

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"How is he?" Rachel asked. "Is he okay?"

"It's his right eye. Uh, the doctor says that his cornea is deeply scratched and he has to have surgery." Kurt explained.

"In all my years as a teacher and a student, I have never known a slushie to do that kind of damage." Mr. Schue said.

"It wasn't just a 'slushie' Mr. Schue. Sebastian slipped something else in there, and for Blaine to have to have surgery, it was very damageable. It was rock salt. He did the damage on purpose, executing his plan perfectly, which made us lose the faceoff, so the Warblers got to do MJ." Haley explained.

"Well, unless you have proof that he tampered with the slushy the police aren't interested in getting involved." Mr. Schue said.

"Sebastian is evil. He needs to be expelled." Kurt spat.

"Look, Figgins and I spoke to Dalton's headmaster. They're opening up an investigation. So, guys, I'm telling you, please let the system handle this one."

"No. Dalton's old school, Mr. Schue, they're not gonna turn their backs on one of their own. We need payback." Artie spoke up.

"An eye for an eye." Mike nodded.

"No. I have a zero-tolerance policy for violence, of any kind. That's not how we do things."

"No, we sing, and that's all we do." Artie scoffed.

"Do you want to get disqualified from Regionals?" Asked Mr. Schue.

"I don't give a damn about Regionals! What do you expect from us? We're people. I know the rest of the world may not see us like that, but when they tease us and throw stuff at us and toss us in dumpsters and tell us that we're nothing but losers with stupid dreams, it feaking hurts. And we're supposed to turn the other cheek and be the bigger man by telling ourselves that those dreams and how hard we work make us better than them, but it gets pretty damn hard to feel that way when they always get to win." Artie yelled.

"I get how upsetting this is for you."

"No, you don't! And don't give me any of that it gets better crap because I'm not interested in it getting any better. I want to be better, like, right now. I want to hurt them the way they hurt us. No, worse. I want them to feel my pain because frankly that's all I have left to give." Artie said, finishing his rant, as everyone sat stunned in silence.

"Artie, take a break. We'll be here when you get back."

{SCREAM-SUNG BY ARTIE ABRAMS AND MIKE CHANG}

"I think I better roll away." Scoffed Artie as he wheeled himself out of the room.

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{NEVER CAN SAY GOODBYE-SUNG BY QUINN FABRAY}

"Wow, Quinn. That was incredible. Even more incredible is her big news." Mr. Schue said. "Tell them."

"I got into Yale." She giggled.

"It's amazing. After everything you've been through, you really deserve this, Quinn. We are so proud of you."

"I want to thank you guys because without each and everyone of you, this would have never happened. You supported me and loved me through all the drama, and that's why I'm standing here. I wasted so much time hating myself for the stupid mistakes that I made but the truth is, is that without all of those, I never would have dreamed thsi to be my future. I was the only one standing in my way of myself. You can't change your past...but you can let go and start your future." She finished, as Haley hugged her and everyone cheered.

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Haley ran to meet Sam in the auditorium. When she entered, she gasped at her name lit up in lights and Sam standing smiling at her, holding his guitar.

"I know Human Nature is by far your favorite Michael song, and you know why I like this week's assignment so much? Hands down, without a doubt, one of my favorite singers of all time is Michael Jackson. I wanted to sing a duet together, it's been awhile, and also, because I know we're gonna see your name up in lights for the rest of our lives." Sam said.

"Sam Evans, you're crazy."

"Crazy about you. Now will you help me sing this duet?" He asked as she smiled.

{HUMAN NATURE-SUNG BY SAM EVANS AND HALEY ALDRIN}

The couple couldn't stop smiling at each other, the love and happiness exuded in their moments they spent together was inevitable and unwavering.

"I love you so much. I don't think I tell you that enough." Haley said looking up at him.

"Right back at you." He said.

With that being said, Haley leaned up to press her lips to his as he picked her up, making her squeal before she placed her hands on either side of her face, as they enjoyed their moment.

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"Hurry up, before Mr. Schue gets here." Santana said, ushering everyone into the room. "Brittany, lock the door."

"I don't know how to do that." Brittany answered, as Haley locked it.

"What's going on?" Rachel asked.

"We got the Warblers right where we want them, and because he's the smoothest criminal, I know. Artie was able to find a spy store that sells top secret surveillance equipment."

"Not a top secret. I just got a tape recorder for office max." Artie stated.

"Whatever. In any case, I taped it to my underboob, well non existent, went to Dalton and I got Sebastian on tape admitting that there was rock salt in that slushie that blinded Blaine. Now, all we have to do is send this tape to the po-po and he would go to juvie."

"No we aren't doing that." Kurt said.

"Why not, Kurt? This isn't violent. This is clever. I taped it to my underboob." Santana argued.

"So he gets kicked out of school. The Warblers are still doing Michael. Look, I want to see Sebastian's head turning on a spit, but I've realized that you can't go looking for payback every time the world wrongs you. If Michael went after all the haters, he would never have had any time to do all that amazing music. So, we're not gonna punish the Warblers. We're gonna teach them a lesson, and I think I know how. I've reserved the auditorium, so if you all just follow me." Kurt said.

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"Nice of you to show." Kurt said as the Warblers took their seats in the auditorium.

"Is whatever this is gonna take long? I can't stand the stench of public schools." Sebastian said.

"It won't take long. All you have to do is sit down and listen. We're not doing Michael for Regionals."

"Didn't think you'd surrender that fast."

"We're tired of the unreasonable fighting and hate between the two choirs, Meerkat." Haley commented.

"This is what we call the high road, which I was shocked to find out has nothing to do with marijuana." Puck said.

"Just because you're doing Michael, doesn't mean you understand Michael."

"And you do?"

"Yes and we're gonna show you."

{BLACK Or WHITE-SUNG BY THE NEW DIRECTIONS}

"Very moving." Sebastian commented, sarcastically. He was the only one who had not gotten up on stage.

"Come on, Sebastian. Give it up." Trent said.

"That is the kind of attitude that lost us regionals last year."

"I could call the cops on you or your headmaster and get you kicked out of school or even arrested for assaulting Blaine." Santana threatened.

"If you had any proof whatsoever."

"You mean like you on tape admitting it." Haley said as Santana played the tape.

"But you know what? It wouldn't be so much fun winning regionals if you weren't there to suffer through all the agony of defeat. At least now, all your teammates get to know exactly what kind of guy you are."

"Now get the hell out of my auditorium. School's out!" Artie said.

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This chapter was schedule for yesterday, but due to my schedule it came today hahah:) a lil' late.

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Anyways, I'll also be uploading, The Spanish Teacher, Heart, and On My Way today. Maybe more if I have time.

I do have acting classes for the next 8 weeks, and it requires work, so I'll be committing to that, and still dedicating my spare free time to writing:)