Well, not much has happened since our Sectionals. I have been sick, lately, so I haven't been going to Glee practice. I've been vomiting every hour, so I have to skip Glee Practice.
{Kurt's POV}
Tessa has been sick, so she has to skip the entire week. Rachel, Artie, Blaine, Santana, and I were at the Lima Bean discussing Michael week.
"Favorite Michael Memory." Santana brought up as we sipped coffee.
"My mom and I were watching one of the Michael VHS tapes, and then I muttered my first words, 'Hot Damn'." Artie began.
"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." I explained.
"To be honest, I have never really got him." Rachel blurts out.
"And We are no longer in speaking terms." Artie sasses.
"No, I think he's an amazing performer, but I've never really just got what he was about." She explained.
"Rachel, he was best friends with Liza Minnelli and Liz Taylor." I commented.
"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 Barbra or either of the Stephens." Rachel shook her head.
"I'd throw this mocha in your face, but it's not nearly scalding enough." Santana Threaten.
"Okay, but just, because you guys are jazzed about him, I think it's a good idea." Rachel agreed.
"Well that may not be the best idea. Hello Blaine. Hello everyone else." Sebastian interrupted our conversation.
"Does he live here or something. Seriously, you are always here!" I Point out.
"Why don't you think it's a good idea?" Artie asked.
"Because we are doing MJ for regionals." He answered with an evil smirk. "You see, Warblers drew first position, so as soon as I heard what your plan was, I changed our set list accordingly." He explained.
"I'm sorry, how did you hear that?" Rachel asked.
"Uh, Blaine told me this morning. 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." He explained once more.
"I may have mentioned it." Blaine muttered.
"How often do you talk?" I blurt out.
"Oh, hey, Kurt. I didn't recognize you. You are wearing boy clothes for once." He insulted.
"All right, twink, I think it's time that I show you a little Lima Heights hospitality." Santana stood up.
"Unless you want to join your relatives in prison, that probably wouldn't be the best idea. You see, my dad is sort of what you'd call a state's attorney, by if you had a piñata you wanted delivered, I bet he could make sure that he got it to them." He said. He stood there, and opened his mouth once more. "All right, here's what you should know. I am the captain of the Warblers now, and I'm tired of playing nice." He brought up.
We went to the classroom, and everybody started to freak out. It wasn't very smart of Blaine to tell our competition about our plan for regionals. We finally came to a decision, and we were going to have a sing off for who gets to do MJ for regionals.
When we heard Santana's cue at the shopping mall, we all lifted our hoodies. We all began to sing.
[Artie:]
Your butt is mine
Gonna tell you right
Just show your face
In broad daylight
I'm telling you
On how I feel
Gonna hurt your mind
Don't shoot to kill
Come on, Come on,
Lay it on me
All right
[Sebastian:]
I'm giving you
On the count of three
To show your stuff
Or let it be
I'm telling you
Just watch your mouth
I know your game
What you're about
[Blaine:]
Well they say the sky's the limit
And to me that's really true
But my friend you have seen nothin'
Just wait 'till I get through
[Santana and The New Directions]
Because I'm bad, I'm bad - come on
(Bad bad - really, really bad)
You know I'm bad, I'm bad - you know it
(Bad bad - really, really bad)
You know I'm bad, I'm bad - come on, you know
(Bad bad - really, really bad)
And the whole world has to answer right now
Just to tell you once again,
Who's bad?
[Sebastian:]
The word is out
You're doin' wrong
Gonna lock you up
Before too long
[Artie:]
Your lyin' eyes
Gonna tell you right
So listen up
Don't make a fight,
Your talk is cheap
You're not a man
You're throwin' stones
To hide your hands
[Blaine:]
Well they say the sky's the limit
And to me that's really true
But my friend you have seen nothin'
Just wait 'till I get through
[Santana and The New Directions]
Because I'm bad, I'm bad - come on
(Bad bad - really, really bad)
You know I'm bad, I'm bad - you know it
(Bad bad - really, really bad)
You know I'm bad, I'm bad - come on, you know
(Bad bad - really, really bad)
And the whole world has to answer right now
Just to tell you once again,
Who's bad?
Woo! Woo! Woo!
[Blaine:]
We can change the world tomorrow
This could be a better place
If you don't like what I'm sayin'
Then won't you slap my face
[Santana and The New Directions:]
You know I'm bad, I'm bad - come on
(Bad, bad - really, really bad)
You know I'm bad, I'm bad - you know it - you know it
(Bad bad - really, really bad)
You know, you know, you know - come on
(Bad bad - really, really bad)
And the whole world has to answer right now
(And the whole world has to answer right now)
Just to tell you
(Just to tell you once again)
You know I'm bad, I'm bad - you know it
(Bad bad - really, really bad)
You know I'm bad - you know - hoo!
(Bad bad - really, really bad)
You know I'm bad - I'm bad - you know it, you know
(Bad bad - really, really bad)
And the whole world has to answer right now
(And the whole world has to answer right now)
Just to tell you once again...
(Just to tell you once again...)
Who's bad?
Then Sebastian threw a slushy into Blaine's Eyes. The Warblers walked away, and Blaine was lying there in pain.
