Kurt wiped the sweat off his face with a towel tossed to him by one of the girls. All around him people were standing up in front of their seats and cheering. Some even calling for an encore - as if that was something that happened in cheerleading.

As expected, the Sirens were a spectacle to behold. Coach Sylvester had pulled out all the stops - confetti cannons, matching wigs for the girls, sparklers, and even fire hoops. Kurt had been in the thick of it all, and the sweat coating his body and gluing his uniform against his skin was testament to it. It was worth it though. It always was. He lived for the thrill of performing and loved being the center of everyones attention.

Let the Spartans calm everyone back down now, Kurt thought to himself with an amused look as he watched the other cheer team file onto the field. If there was one thing they were good at it was lulling people to sleep.

"They figure they have something amazing to show the world." Quinn said with a smirk as Kurt leaned back against the short wall in front of the bleachers to observe the other team.

"Oh really?" Kurt said, his own skeptical bemusement causing a grin to stretch over his face.

"Yeah. Theyre more delusional this year than they were last year."

Kurt looked over the field. There was no props, nothing special about their uniforms. It was just the Spartans in their red and black uniforms looking as dull as ever.

There was a crackle, indicating the beginning of their music track about to start, and Kurt watched as everyone on the field held their position until they were cued to move.

Then there was music. Not the usual flighty pop or dance tunes that cheerleaders adhered to, but something with so much more bass and drums. Kurt glanced at Quinn, who was already looking at him, both with wide eyes. The Spartans were doing a routine up against hard rock?

Quinn was on her phone a moment later, pulling up one of those apps that identified the song being played while Kurt looked back to the field.

"I must have dreamed a thousand dreams
Been haunted by a million screams
But I can hear the marching feet
Theyre moving into the street."

Not only were they using a rock song but Blaine Anderson was forgoing the usual background role he played, catching and throwing the girls around, and singing at the center.

"Land of Confusion, Disturbed cover." Quinn murmured over to Kurt as if that made any bit of difference now.

The song, mixed with the hard tumbles and hip-hop style dance moves on the field were getting people out of their seats again. Some banged their head in time with the beat, others sang along, but one thing was clear among them all - they were actually enjoying it.

"This is the world we live in
And these are the names were given
Stand up and lets start showing
Just where our lives are going to."

"Why the hell are they enjoying this?" Quinn muttered, eyes still wide as she looked at the response of the crowd. "Theres nothing special about what theyre doing…"

"Yes there is." Kurt grumbled, glowering over at the new frontman of the Spartans, basking in his glory at the center of the field. "Theyve taken what has always been cheer and fun and made it political and dark. Theyve juxtaposed themselves to us… We might have appealed to their sense of joy, but the Spartans have appealed to something the college crowd has in excess - attitude."

"Encore! Encore! Encore!"

Fuck those guys asking for encores in the crowd. They knew shit.

"Fabray! Hummel! My office! Now!"

If he could flatten his ears against his head and tuck a tail between his legs, Kurt would have. Coach Sylvesters voice suggested she was ready to tear them apart even though there was nothing they had done wrong. They would still be blamed. They were the head of the team and would have been seen as allowing the Spartans to match, if not outdo, them.

"We didnt know Coach!" Quinn immediately argued once they were settled in the seats across from the too-tall woman.

"Save your pathetic know-nothing excuses Fabray." Coach Sylvester spat as she looked back and forth between them. "You know what theyve done?"

Both of them shook their heads even though Kurt had an inkling. It was better to just presume ineptitude and let Coach Sylvester spell it out in case he guessed wrong.

"They have changed the game. Not just any game either. MY game. You know how many national championships the Sirens have won?"

"Sixteen consecutive wins." Both Quinn and Kurt responded together.

"Sixteen…" Coach mused, shaking her head. "... and in all my time I have not seen anything like what the Spartans have just pulled. Rock songs? Yes. Heard those - but they were always paired with sub standard moves. Those dance moves? Also seen - but nowhere near as well executed. Singing along? Well I thought I had the trademark on that move but apparently theyve decided to swipe that up before I could finish up with the patent office."

"It doesnt mean anything Coach. Were still champions. This was just a halftime show -"

"Stop right there my main gay." Coach Sylvester interrupted, finger out. "Those are the kind of excuses Sirens do not use. NO show is worth being less than the best for. I dont care if youre on the field, on a stage, or in a dumpster. The Sirens have been, are, and will be the best. Understood?"

"Yes maam." Both replied in unison again.

"You will ensure this does not happen again. The Spartans will never again get the same audience response we do. Do you understand?"

"Yes maam."

"Good, because Id hate to have to drop either or both of you from the team."

Kurt sucked in a sharp breath. Oh. God.

"Do I make myself perfectly clear?"

"Yes maam."

They shuffled quickly out of her office and Kurt finally released the breath he had been holding, looking to Quinn who appeared just as pale as he was sure he was.

"Theyve got to go down."

JBIatSCU
Following a sexually fueled fun riot courtesy of the Sirens at the halftime show, the Spartans showed their spunk by rocking out on the field. Could the rivalry between the two cheer teams be heating up? Check out JBIatSCU for more! Also check my photo blog for all the tasty photos of the cheerleaders in action!
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Quintessential
What the hell JBI! Half those photos dont even show the faces of the girls! Theyre all boobs and butt!
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JBIatSCU
When you have a point let me know.
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AuntieSnix
Hey, aside from the odd guy in the shots, I like what I see in those pictures.

FondueForMew
I like the pictures of the buttons.

AuntieSnix
Buttons?

Quintessential
Buttons?

JBIatSCU
Buttons?

FondueForMew
Yeah. The buttons. Here. link

Quintessential
Brit, were talking about pictures of the halftime show. Why are you on a sewing website?

FondueForMew
Lord Tubbington needs a new sweater. Im just planning it.

KittysKorner
Oh my….