6~ You Are Crying Lightning

Rule 6: Always expect a Plan B from your opponent

Time went on. We didn't send the tape to the police because honestly, winning regionals wouldn't be as much fun if Sebastian weren't there to witness his downfall, so the slushy incident remained a secret. Blaine came back to school after a few months with his eye fully healed, and he's back to seeing like a regular person. And an incredible deal happened: Finn proposed to Rachel! I couldn't believe it! It wasn't just the surprise perspective, it was also they fact that they're also both eighteen years old. But I didn't want to be a horrible friend, so I went along with it. After all, I am in charge of making her wedding dress.

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I walked into school one day, skateboarding through the halls as usual and not really caring for the teachers that warned me it was against the rules... but something was different. People were staring at me... and not with amusement either. They were pointing, whispering behind my back. I couldn't understand it. I even passed two girls by the lockers, the tall one whispered to the short one, "There she goes, can you believe she did that?"

I didn't get to hear the rest of their conversation, mostly because my rolling skateboard took me away from it. But something was definetely going on. I jumped off my skateboard and walked into the practice room, only to have the rest of my fellow glee club members turn their backs to me. Now I was really confused.

"Um...hello to you all too?" I said. Nobody replied, they just remained silent. I took a seat next to Rachel, and she turned even farther away from me. I grabbed her arm and forced her around to look at me.

"Hey! What the hell is going on around here?" I asked her.

"Everybody knows what you did, Reese. How could you?" she replied.

"How could I what?' I asked.

"Kiss that dweeb, Sebastian Smythe. That's what." Santana pitched. Hah?

"You know what he did to me, how could you Reese?" Blaine added. How did they know? Rachel didn't tell them, that I know for sure.

"Have you all been snorting something?" I asked them.

Everybody just continued to give me dirty looks, then Mr. Schuester walked in. Surely he would calm everybody down...right?

Boy was I wrong...

"Reese, we aren't too pleased with what you've done to this glee club," he said.

"I didn't even want to kiss him! He forced himself on me!" I protested.

"How many other rival glee captains have you made out with?" Quinn asked.

"Hey! Watch it, Fabray!" I snapped at her.

"Reese, get out, right now. We're just not sure if we can trust you anymore," Mr. S said. He had the tightest of tight looks on his faces. No sense of emotion whatsoever. But I didn't have a choice. Nobody wanted me around, that seemed all too familiar. So, I picked up my bag and my skateboard and trudged out of the room.

The hallway was completely empty, then I heard footsteps walking in. A shadow appeared, then emerged into a silohuette, then I got the clear view.

Sebastian Smythe.

I expected him to say something rude...but instead all he said was:

"You know things will never be the same between us right?"

"You know things will never be the same between us right?"

"You know things will never be the same between us right?"

"You know things will never be the same between us right?"

"- right?"

"- right?"

"- right?"

"- right?"

"- right?"

I shot up from my bed with a sudden gasp, relief then washed over me.

"It was a dream, it was just a dream," I mumbled to myself. My clock radio read quarter to three, I had to be up in four hours.

I had been having the same nightmare for over three months now, at first it started once or twice per month, but now it's down to at least a couple times per week. I can't go on like this. I can't stop thinking about him, or why he did it. I mean there had to be a better reason then just 'experimenting'... right?

I am becoming crazy, it's like I can't get it out of my head. He takes over my thoughts in class, in glee club, at my job! I don't know what's happening to me! Maybe I have some kind of sickness and in the stage 1 phase? Now I'm being paranoid.

But you know, the only reason he never would've kissed me in the first place is because he made out to be gay... and he put on a good show for everybody. But I knew what he was, and what he did. He's got a dirty little secret, and it's safe behind my pretty little smile...

"Outside the café by the cracker factory

You were practicing a magic trick

And my thoughts got rude

As you talked and chewed

On the last of your pick'n'mix

Said, "You're mistaken if you're thinking that I haven't been called 'cold' before"

As you bit into your strawberry lace

And offered me your attention in the form of a gobstopper

It's all you had left and it was going to waste

Your pasttimes consisted of the strange

And twisted and deranged

And I loved that little game you had called "Crying Lightning"

And how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons

The next time that I caught my own reflection

It was on its way to meet you

Thinking of excuses to postpone

You never looked like yourself from the side

But your profile could not hide

The fact you knew I was approaching your throne

With folded arms you occupied the bench like toothache

Stood and puffed your chest out like you'd never lost a war

And though I tried so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction

There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw

And your past times consisted of the strange

And twisted and deranged

And I hate that little game you had called "Crying Lightning"

"Crying Lightning"

"Crying Lightning"

"Crying Lightning"

Your past times consisted of the strange,

And twisted and deranged

And I hate that little game you had called "Crying...""

It's not like he makes this any better for me, especially when he decides to bring his Warbler buddies to my family restaurant now. Not like it matters to me... one of the other waitresses always take their table which I'm thankful for. I don't think I could stand being their waitress for even five minutes. And when he has that stupid smirky, smug smile on his face I just wanna go... grrr! He hurt one of my best friends, and not even an apology... or gratitude to us for not telling the police about the little stunt he pulled. Jerk.

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It was a Wednesday, and me, Rachel, and Kurt were at the Lima Bean and looking through wedding magazines with all these incredible dresses. I was taking down ideas of what Rachel wanted her dress to look like, not like I needed to anymore, it was almost finished. I was however just interested in the small and delicate details that makes a wedding dress so incredibly stunning. Maybe it's the fact they're all in white?

"Oh, this is so good," Rachel pointed to one of the models wearing a white tulle dress.

"Yeah, it's pretty," I agreed, then jotted down the tulling details from the skirt.

"It's not just pretty, it's so sweet and timeless," she added.

"Yeah timeless, which means you can wait two or five years to wear it," Kurt joked. Rachel smacked his arm playfully when telling him that he was 'just jealous.'

"Reese, what do you think?" she asked me. Honest opinion of a fashion designer.

"It's pretty, but the publisher needs to lighten up on the photoshop, like really, really lighten it up," I said, hey that was the best way to put it.

"She does have a point, I think I can see her ribs sticking out," Kurt said while examining the photo. Rachel just laughed at us, then we heard that annoying smug voice.

"Well, well, well," the three of us looked up to his voice, and my own took a very annoyed look on it. "If it isn't a young Barbra Streisand, a future Betsey Johnson, and an old Betty White,"

Sebastian stood there with his arms crossed and a smug smile on his face. He's always very, very smug. "Where's gay cyclops? Still trying to stumble his way in?" he asked, looking around. Gay cyclops? Oh I get it, he meant Blaine... hey! Jerk!

"We can't come here anymore," Kurt said to us.

"Oh, hey guys, look! It's the Chesire Cat! You can tell because he has that stupid smile on his face and frankly, nobody wants him around," I smirked, which earned me a high-five from both buddies.

"That was cute, Reese. Really. Rachel, I uh... I brought you a little engagement present," Sebastian took out a large yellow envelope and handed it to hert. Rachel took it cautiously while giving a small thank you. This guy's being generous? No way, there's a catch.

"Careful, it might explode," I said. Rachel gave me a flat look and told me to shut up. I just eyed the envelope cautiously as she opened it. It... did not... explode. Lucky for Smythe.

Instead there was something in there much more horrifying then a bomb...

"Oh my God!"

"Woah, oh wow! Okay,"

"Hello!" the three of us went. If there were anything more terrifying in this world than having your breasts being groped by a clown at a kid's birthday party, it would be a photograph of Finn Hudson... bare-ass naked.

Rachel finally spoke up.

"No way! That is photoshopped! His thing is not that small or-or brown!" she scolded. My frightened face turned to disgusted as she said that.

"Dude! TMI! We're in a cafe!" I exclaimed.

"And there's is no way he could ever fit into those pumps," Kurt added about the photo.

"To think; from now until eternity, everytime somebody googles Finn Hudson, they're going to be treated to that," Sebastian said. I took the photo from Rachel and ripped it up into tiny bits, then threw them in the air dramtically.

"Ta da!" I beamed at him, problemo solved. Sebastian just chuckled.

"Oh, now he's chuckling," Kurt groaned.

"I'm disappointed, Reese. If you were smart, you'd know that a great villain always make lots and lots of copies. You can tear up as many as you want, but the minute I press the upload button that picture becomes public. That's the beauty of the internet, it stays with us forever," he said. Oh, now we have a problemo.

"What do you want, Sebastian?" Rachel asked him.

"I want a guaranteed Warbler's win at regionals, so I want you to drop out," he replied.

"Hah?" I asked.

"Mckinley gets home-court advantage this year. You're going to come down with asian bird flu or whatever Tina Blohen Wang just had..." he replied.

"Dude!"

"Okay, that is show choir terrorism!" Rachel exclaimed.

"You give a bad name to the gay community," Kurt said to him.

"And you give the gay community cutting-edge fashion that's usually only seen on Puerto Rican pride floats." he replied. What?

"I'm sorry — I didn't hear you, I was distracted by your giant horse teeth," Kurt shot back. Don't want to disagree with my best gay... but Sebastian does have very nice teeth. Why did I say that? And in my voiceover!?

"You have twenty four hours to drop out Rachel, or I press the upload button," he said to her. Now, it came down to me and my famous five words.

"Let me beat him up!"