The New Directions were bummed after Sebastian had stolen their idea to do Michael Jackson for regionals. "There's gotta be some show choir committee we can complain to." Tina says, walking through the doors with Blaine, Mike, and Quinn. "I know it sucks guys, but it's not the end of the world, heck you had your set list stolen on the day of the competition at sectionals and you pulled that one off, right?" Blaine says, trying to lift a few spirits.
Artie shook his head, walking through the other sets of doors with Rory. "Well they can have our journey, our dream girls. But pilfering my Michael, that's another level not okay." He exclaims. "I'm not exactly comfortable having this conversation with Blaine in the room." Puck says as Blaine sits down. "Clearly once a warbler always a warbler." Blaine turned to look at him, offended, "Uh-sorry what?" He sputters at the accusation. "Dude, you told them what we were gonna do, you're like a modern days Eggs Benedict." Puck sighs, explaining to Blaine.
"As far as I'm concerned, we should all be on notice, I mean, next to Vocal Adrenaline, the Warblers are the best glee club in the state, and for a lot of us, this is our last shot at a championship. So we should stop complaining about the Warblers and figure out a way to beat them." Finn declares, in another Finn style pep-talk. "I couldn't of said it better myself, Finn." Mr. Schue says, grinning approvingly. "I'm less worried about our set list right now and more interested in getting us in the right mindset to crush those guys! Which is why our new lesson is..." Mr. Schue tells them, writing 'WWMJD' on the whiteboard.
"WWMJD?" Venus questions, reading the letters as they were being drawn on the board. "What would Michael Jackson do?" Mr. Schue explains. "He'd fight back, he'd say regionals is ours, MJ is ours and if they want it, they can fry it from our sequin gloved hands." Finn exclaims, passionately. "Mm-hmm! Straight up!" Artie agrees with him. "In 1983, MTV said they wouldn't air his billie jean video, what'd he do? He fought back! They aired it and the thriller album sold an additional ten million copies. I know what Michael would do, he'd take it to the streets."
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As they were waiting for their cue, Venus was rubbing her hands on her leather jacket nervously. "Are we gonna hit them? Because I'm not comfortable with hitting someone." Venus asks no one in particular. "We aren't going to hit them." Finn reassures her. "So... we are just... singing aggressively at them?" She asks him. "That's boring as hell." She says when Finn nods. "I thought you didn't want to hit anyone?" He asks, confused. "I don't. But I kinda want someone to hit him." She says, shrugging her shoulders. "You're weird." He tells her. "Eh." She says, making a so-so gesture.
"Well, we're here." Sebastian states the obvious. Venus looks around the pillar she was hiding behind, looking at the Warblers. "Hey Sam, he kinda looks like you." She says, as he looks around his own pillar. "No it doesn't. He just has blonde hair." He tells her. "Whatever. I bet you'd look sexy in one of those." She tells him, looking at him. "Really?" He asks, looking at her. She nods, before Finn shoves her, telling her to knock it off. "Loser." She mutters, putting her attention back on Santana, Blaine, and the Warblers.
"We've got something to settle, both of us want to use MJ." Blaine explains. "But only one of us can, we're having a Jackson-off." Santana adds. "Nick at nite. Winner gets the king of pop at regionals." She continues. Sebastian scoffs, "What? Against the two of you? You really think you're that bad? Is that what they teach you at that little public school of yours?" He asks in a condescending tone. "It's time to see who's bad." Blaine hit back as they started to sing.
Bad - Artie - Santana - Blaine - Warblers
It was all civil until the end, when the Warblers threw a slushy at Kurt. Blaine jumped in front of him protectively, falling to the floor screaming in agony, clutching his face. Kurt immediately fell to the floor, holding Blaine on his lap in an attempt to comfort him. "I'd like to change my statement." Venus says, raising up one of her jacket sleeves, walking off, before Sam held her back.
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"Oh my god, how is he? Is he okay?" Rachel asks immediately, as Kurt walks in the room. "It's his right eye, the doctor says his cornea is deeply scratched and he has to have surgery." He explains, sitting down in front of Quinn. "In all my years as a teacher or a student I've never known a slushy to do that kind of damage." Mr. Schue says. "That's 'cause it wasn't a normal slushy Mr. Schue, there was stuff in it, rocks or something, he wanted to do that damage." Finn tells him, angrily.
"Well unless you have proof that he tampered with the slushy the police aren't interested in getting involved." Mr. Schue tells them. "Sebastian is evil. He needs to be expelled." Kurt speaks up. "Look Figgins and I spoke to the headmaster of Dalton academy, they're opening up an investigation so guys I'm telling you, please let the system handle this one." Mr. Schue pleads, and is met with a group of unhappy teenagers. "No Dalton's old school Mr. Schue, they're not gonna turn their back on one of their own, we need payback!" Artie tells him.
"An eye for an eye." Mike adds, nodding. "No. I have a zero tolerance policy for violence of any kind. That's not how we do things." Mr. Schue says, sternly. "No, we sing, that's all we ever do!" Artie tells him, upset. "Do you want to be disqualified from regionals?" Mr. Schue asks him.
"I don't give a damn about regionals!" Artie yells.
"What do you expect from us? We're people! I know the rest of the world may not see us like it but when they tease us and throw stuff at us and throw us into dumpsters and tell us we're nothing but losers with stupid dreams it freaking 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 makes us better than them? But it gets pretty damn hard to feel that way when that way they always get to win..." Artie tells him. Venus silently claps, happy for him standing up for himself.
"I get how hard this is for you." Mr. Schue tells him, interrupting. "No you don't! And don't give us any of that 'it gets better' crap, because I'm not interested in it getting any better, I want it to be better 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 tells him, breathing heavily in fury. "Artie. I think you better take a break. We'll be here when you get back." Mr. Schue tells him calmly.
Artie stares at Mr. Schue for a while, looking into space. "Artie? Artie?" Mr. Schue says, bringing Artie out of his trance. "I think I better wheel away." He says awkwardly, wheeling out of the choir room.
