Served Ice Cold

Summary: Alternate ending of Michael. Kurt doesn't that take the high road.

Kurt chuckled humorlessly when Artie ordered Sebastian out of the auditorium. "Warblers?"

"We're so sorry Kurt. We didn't mean for Blaine to get hurt."

Trent really did look like he was sorry but Kurt couldn't forget the sounds of his boyfriend whimpering in pain. "Sorry doesn't cut it Trent. You were his friends. If this is how you treat your friends, we don't need you. Get off my stage and join your leader in the parking lot. In fact, we'll all see you off. I want to make sure our message is heard load and clear."

The rest of New Directions was looking confused. Santana was still fuming that Kurt had returned the confession. "I taped it to my underboob. I can't believe you gave it back to him. Since when do you take the high road Lady Lips?"

"Watch and learn le Diable." Kurt's smirk grew when he heard Sebastian loudly cursing in the parking lot.

"What the hell!" Trent ran over his once shiny new Mercedes SLS. He tentatively touched the steaming white gunk that covered every inch. "Is this bird shit?"

"I guess even the birds think you're trash."

"Dude that's classic. You covered all their cars with bird shit. That's epic." Puck knocked fists with Kurt. "You were always good at this kind of thing Kurt."

"I don't know to what you refer Noah. I had nothing to do with this. I was with you all in the auditorium the entire time."

"Dude I know you were the one that filled my car with all those skunks."

"Noah I'm sure you are mistaken."

"That's it? Mcferret face maims your pocket sized boy toy and all you do is shit on his car? I mean don't get me wrong, its funny but just not…up to Porcelain standards." Santana was disappointed. Yeah it took a lot of sneakiness to get all the Warblers' cars covered while they sang in the auditorium not to mention where the hell do you get about a hundred gallons of steaming bird crap but Porcelain was usually much better at revenge.

"You wont get away with this gay face. My dad's a State's Attorney. You'll be washing each and every car with your tongue."

"Satan can I borrow your iPhone please?"

"Whatevs." She handed him her phone. "Who you callin'?"

"I'm not calling anyone. I just want Blaine to see this."

"See what?"

Sebastian opened his BMW 7 Series to a tsunami of blue raspberry slushy. He lay sputtering on the asphalt drenched head to toe in frozen confection. The other Warblers looked at their respective luxury cars in horror. Tale tale signs of vividly colored slushy slowly dribbled out of the windows and doors of each and every Warbler vehicle.

"One more thing Sebastian. My Father is what you'd like to call a United States Congressman."

The End.