Unfinished Business

This is a one-shot related to my previous fic, Perfect In My Eyes. It's more of an epilogue than anything else. Basically, some people have some unfinished business.

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Finn shut his phone, ending the call.

"Well?" Brittany demanded.

"It's all set. You, Mercedes, Santana, Blaine and I will meet right here in exactly 23 hours."

"Okay. What's an hour again?"

"Just ask Santana when to come here."

"Okay. Bye, Finn." Brittany wandered away.

********* 22 hours and 55 minutes later ***********

"Okay, rollcall. Mercedes?"

"Here."

"Santana?"

"Here."

"Brittany?"

No response. Santana nudged Brittany.

"Oh, I'm here!"

"Blaine?"

"Here?"

"Finn?"

"Finn, you idiot, you don't need to say your own name!"

"I need to check I'm h... Oh. Right. So what's the plan?"

Santana answered. "We wait until the jockzillas turn up. Frankenteen asks Karofsky to come and talk, and I join him because of my intimidating presence. We bring him here, and go total crazy Lima Heights times five."

This was met with various expressions of approval, which were cut short when the football team arrived on the scene. David Karofsky was among them, looking the same as always.

"It's go time," Santana muttered. She and Finn made their way to the team.

"What do you two want?" A random football player spoke up.

"We wants to talk to Karofsky. Right there." Santana pointed.

David stepped out of the group with a questioning look. When he was standing next to Finn, Santana waved her hand at the jocks in a "go away" gesture.

Finn and Santana led David to where Brittany, Blaine and Mercedes were waiting.

"David Karofsky." Santana's voice was clear and accusing.

"We all know what you did to Kurt. Lying and making excuses won't help, we know the cold hard facts. You may or may not know that Kurt had to spend several weeks in hospital to recover, and even now, is not as strong as he used to be. Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

David's expressions morphed from confusion, to annoyance, to realisation, to horror, to anger, to poorly disguised panic. "He provoked me! He was up in my face for so long..."

"We don't have time for your excuses. We're here to settle a score."

The five Gleeks formed a circle.

"Nowhere to run, Karofsky."

"Nowhere to hide."

"Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide."

The circle tightnened... fists were raised... Santana nodded to the rest of the group to begin the punishment.

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David woke up with a start. That was the fourth time that week he'd had that dream. That an assortment of Glee Clubbers, different every time, cornered him about Kurt.

But they were right. There was a score to settle, just not that one.

David picked up his phone and dialled Kurt's number. An apology was long overdue.

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There we go! Just a little epilogue to wrap up a loose end. Also, this 'verse is hereby named the Lacey!verse. Why? Because I can. Hope you enjoyed!