Lima Loser - Part Two.

Well, despite Blaze's advice, I didn't feel any better after he left. Hell, I didn't feel better for days. But I did fake it. And I was hella good at faking feelings.

I walked into Glee club the next day, looking happier than ever. I was dying inside, but I pushed all of that bullshit aside and told my heart to behave.

I was the second person in the room. Rachel was sitting at the piano, writing something on a piece of paper. I knew she was pissed at me for dating Puck in the first place, so I wondered what she thought of me now. I decided that I didn't want to find out, so I walked past her, and sat in a chair, waiting for the remaining members to come in.

Eventually, she looked up at me. I expected her to give me one of those "I told you so" looks, but she actually looked pretty sympathetic. "Courtney?"

I stood up and walked over to her. We just looked at each other for a few seconds. I then pulled her into a tight hug. She didn't hesitate. "I'm so sorry I didn't listen to you," I sobbed.

She didn't say anything. She didn't let go of me, though, so I guessed that this was a good sign. After about thirty seconds, she looked at me with tears in her eyes. "Don't be sorry," she shook her head. "We all make mistakes. Some of them bigger than others, but it's okay..."

"No, it's not. You're my best friend, and I chose a stupid guy over you. That was pathetic." I frowned.

"No, you know what's pathetic? What Noah did to you. He's gonna pay, you know that, right?" She wiped her eyes and smiled.

"What?How?" I asked, confused. What kind of sick human being would try to get revenge on a guy like Puck? They'd have to be Jesus to succeed in a stunt like that.

"Meet me at my locker tomorrow at lunchtime," she instructed.

I wanted to ask more, but then the rest of the Glee club walked in. I wiped my wet eyes and took a seat next to Rachel and Kurt, and far, far away from Fuck.

"Alrighty, guys!" Mr. Schue clapped. "Let's get right down the business. Anyone find a classic rock song?"

About five or six people (including me) raised their hands, which was a lot. Usually, only two or three people would be really into the assignment.

"Sweet!" Mr. Schuester looked overjoyed. "Who's up first?"

"I'll go," Mercedes volunteered. I was waiting for her to state something about her chocolate thunder, but she simply walked up to the front of the room and began without any warning.

"Hey, hey, mama, said the way you move! Gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove!
Oh, oh, child, way you shake that thing! Gonna make you burn, gonna make you sting!
Hey, hey, baby, when you walk that way! Watch your honey drip, can't keep away!"

"Ah yeah, ah yeah, ah, ah, ah! Ah yeah, ah yeah, ah, ah, ah!
I gotta roll, can't stand still, got a flaming heart, can't get my fill!
Eyes that shine burning red, dreams of you all through my head!
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ahhhhh."

"Hey, baby, oh, baby, pretty baby, tell me that you'll do me now!-"

I'm not even exaggerating when I say her voice knocked things off shelves. One of Sue Sylvester's trophies dropped from its case and smashed the glass that surrounded it. We all gaped, and Mercedes stopped singing.

"Wow," she commented, not knowing what else to say.

"Wow is right, Mercedes..." Mr. Schue stood up and examined the mess on the floor.

And at that moment, guess who happened to walk in? Miss Sue Sylvester herself.

"Oh, hey kids. I thought I heard someone getting castrated..." Her eyes slowly turned to the mess on the floor and her trophy next to it, still in one piece. She walked over to it, picked it up, and walked over to Mr. Schuester.

"Now, William. You know I don't like to be bossy..." she began. "Oh, wait...nevermind. That was someone else. I love to be bossy. So, lemme break it down for you. I'd rather not have to start babysitting my 187 trophies, so if your little group of misfits could keep it down, that'd be appreciated." She saw the looks on our faces and continued. "I'm just joshin' ya, pal. I don't appreciate things. Things appreciate me."

And with that, she patted Mr. Schue on the back and simply walked out the door, trophy in hand.

"Well," Mr. Schue started when Sue was gone. "I'm not taking orders from Sue, but maybe she does have a point. This room isn't exactly soundproof, so I think our Glee club meetings will take ace in the auditorium from now on. Cool?"

"Cool," everyone shrugged, not really caring where our meetings took place, as long as we got to sing.

"By the way, Mercedes, that was amazing. I've never had a student who could break things with the power of their voice. You've got a gift, girl," Mr. Schue smiled, and then looked at the rest of us. "You all do. Don't forget it."

Yeah, I thought to myself. Some have the gift of singing, some have the gift of cheering, and some just have the gift of being a total nimrod. I eyed Puck, who had his hand resting awfully close to Santana's crotch. I rolled my eyes, wishing there was some way I could make him jealous.

"I think Mercedes did a great job with finding a classic rock song, and I'm eager to hear the rest of you perform. There'll be a meeting after school, so I'd like all of you attend it," Mr. Schuester told us. He dismissed the meeting, and we all left the room with five minutes left of lunch.

I got my books from my locker for the next class, which happened to be Spanish, and met up with Rachel at her locker.

"So, what were you thinking?" I asked, determined to find out her plan to get revenge on Fuck.

She knew exactly what I was talking about. "Alright...so, here's how it goes. Tomorrow, at lunch, you meet me here, and we'll make our way to the slushie machine. We'll fill an extra large cup with cherry flavoured slush, and then we'll find Noah and give him an idea of what humiliation really means."

"That's a great idea, Rachel," I said. "But Mr. Schuester and Principal Figgins told me that if I cause any more trouble, I'll be out of the club for good. And I don't want that. Glee means so much more to me than getting revenge on the guy who broke my heart."

"That's why you're going to watch as I do it," she replied. "I have a squeaky clean record, and if they try to add something to it, I'll get my dads involved, and they always win."

"Noah's weakness is being slushied," she continued. "It only happened once before, when he dated me for like, three days, and trust me, it was the worst thing ever for him. He told me himself that he felt like crying."

"Wow," I smiled. One thing I couldn't imagine was Puck crying.

"The look on his face was priceless. That's why I want you to be there when it happens. So, you can feel better and watch me break him and his overloaded ego down," she smiled.

The bell suddenly rang. I said bye to Rachel and made my way to Spanish, not being able to wait for tomorrow's lunch. I couldn't wait to see Mr. Big-and-Tough get what he really deserved.