Titanium: a glee fic (S4)

Dynamic Duets

Presley's POV

I walked down the hallways of McKinley bright and freaking early on Monday morning, I had my headphones on when I was side bumped, I looked and saw Mitch smiling as he walked next to me.  I took my headphones off,

"Hey girl," he said, I bumped him back slightly,

"Hey you," I said back, we both turned the corner,

"How's life?" I asked as we walked down the hallway,

"Well it's Monday so, meh,"  it was at that moment, when a bunch of members from the glee club came running down the hallway dressed in head to toe spandex, Mitch and I stopped dead in our tracks, watching them fly past us and into the choir room.

"You saw that right?"

"Yup,"

"So I wasn't hallucinating when I saw a bunch of our friends running down the hallway, in superhero costumes,"

"Nope,"

"Ok then," I said, we turned and followed them into the choir room, "What in the name of sanity are you wearing?"

"We are superheroes now, superheroes are cool," Artie replied in a heartbeat,

"Add this to the list of the reasons why we are dating," I said as I hugged him from behind and gave him a kiss on the cheek I looked up at the trophy case standing up and resting my hands on the back of Artie's chair, "Ok now on to question two, what the bloody hell is that and where is our trophy?"

"It appears to be a ransom note," Blaine said,

"Who the hell leaves a laptop?" I asked, Artie nodded,

"That's what I said!" Artie replied,

"Someone rich, someone who wanted to send us a message. I got this." Blaine said as he pressed the play button,

"Greetings, New Directions! You have been living as national champions on borrowed time, and that ends now.
We have your trophy.  Soon we'll have your title as well.  The great reckoning is at hand Sectionals. Your move." The tape stopped, it was quiet...

"Ok who pissed off Stephen Hawking?"
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Later that day I was walking to my next class minding my own damn business when I overheard the following,

"Let me ask you a question what kind of a name is Ryder Lynn anyway?" My head turned towards that to see Jake, Ryder and Marley by the lockers and things looked hostile, "'Cause it sounds like your parents named you after a cowgirl doll who comes with her own pony."

"Look, man, I don't want any trouble.  I know you're a badass." Ryder responded to Jake, "You want to know how I know you're such a badass?  Because you ride a Razor Scooter.  Nothing says "I'm a badass" like a Razor Scooter." I snorted,

I'm sorry that shit was fun- oh and they are fighting now...

Brilliant. 

Marley tried to stop them with words, but I knew actions was the only thing that they would listen to.  I set down my backpack and muscled my way in between them and pushed them in different directions.  Ryder got the hint, but Jake didn't, so I grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back pinning him against the locker,