The Runaway

Chapter One

Just as the bell rung, signaling for us to leave, I picked up my back pack and ran out of the room, looking for Kurt so we could make our way down to the Lima Bean. Oh, how inconsiderate of me, which is usual, I never told you my name or anything about me. I'm Joey Tighe Thatcher, two last names because of only one reason that I'll explain later. I'm a brunette with no blemishes, already went through those days, thank goodness, hazel eyes, and a slight hourglass figure.

I couldn't find Kurt, so I left for the Lima Bean on my own, running into Santana on the way. She waved at me and kept to her slightly bitchy self. I couldn't blame her, I was a total bitch when offended, and I get offended often, like really often. Usually five times a day. Just as we got there, I ordered and tea and sat down with everyone around the circle table. As part of the New Directions Glee club, and third best singer next to Rachel, I listened into the conversation. Turns out, we were doing MJ for our set list. Kurt, who was here before me, was sitting next to Blaine while I sat down next to Santana.

"Okay, favorite Michael Jackson memory, go," Blaine said. We all turned to Artie as he spoke up.

"When I was one, my mom showed me the VHS tape that was Motong special and it showed him moonwalk across the stage for the first time in history and uttered my first words: Hot damn," he gazed up in a gleeful thought. Kurt spoke up next.

"I owe the king of pop a deep set of gratitude. He was the first one to pull-off the sequined military jacket, long before Kurt Hummel made it iconic," he said, smiling a closed mouth smile. I spoke up next.

"Well, at the age of seven, my gran showed me Smooth Criminal and I stood there shaken. All I uttered that day were the few questions he said in the music: Annie, are you okay?" I smiled wide.

"I have to be honest, I never really got him," Rachel said. I gawked at her. Is she serious?

"And we are no longer on speaking terms," Artie and I said in sync.

"No, I think he's an amazing performer, but I've never really just got what he was about," she retaliated. Kurt shut her down after that.

"Rachel, he was best friends with Liza Minnelli and Liz Taylor," Kurt gave her the 'seriously, honey?' look. Rachel raised her hand and spoke.

"No, all that I'm saying is that I-I just... haven't connected with him that I have with the likes of Barbra or either of the Stephens. Sodheim. Schwartz," she lost me there. I was too caught up on the guy slowly making his way over. I listened back in on the conversation.

"I'd throw this mocha in your face, but its not nearly scalding enough," Santana said. Oh, shots fired, we got a man down. Yet Rachel kept retaliating.

"Okay, but just, since you guys are so jazzed up about him, I think it's a good idea for Regionals," she said, making a small jazz hands gesture at the word 'jazzed'. The guy I saw that was slowly walking over, finally made it over here. I watched him, a slight familiarity building up in my stomach.

"Hmm, well, that might not be the best idea," he said with a laid-back smirk. His dashing green eyes didn't fool me when I saw the devious glint in them. His hair was gelled back and it looked like he had more gel than hair. Everyone turned to face him, a disapproving glare on Kurt's face. "Hey, Blaine. Hey, everybody else," he added, the smirk easing into a cocky smile. Then it hit me, the uniform, the smirk, the stupid look. He was from Dalton Academy. My usual hour of bitchy arises and I had to stop myself from letting out a scoff.

"Does he live here or something? Seriously, you are always here," Kurt said, almost angrily.

"Why don't you think that's a good idea?" Artie asked. Curiosity rose above all bitchiness.

"Because we're doing MJ for the Regionals. You see, the Warblers drew first position, so as soon as I heard what your plan was, I changed our set list accordingly" he replied matter-of-factly. My bitchy got the better of me and I stood up quickly. Kurt pats my arm, but I kept standing.

"I'm sorry, how... how did you hear?" Rachel asked. The boy smiled deviously.

"Uh, Blaine, here, 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 replied, smiling wider. I squeezed my tea.

"I may have mentioned it," Blaine defended.

"How often do you talk?" Kurt asked, getting a little bit upset.

"Oh, my god, hey, Kurt, I didn't recognize you. You were wearing boy clothes for once," he said innocently. My finger nail stabbed a tiny hole into my cup, letting a little bit of tea spill. Now, my bitch mode activated when he attacked Kurt. Kurt is my best friend, as is Santana, so if he attacks one, he attacks me, and I don't play nice.

"Alright, Blazer Bot, I think its time that I showed you a little of Joey Tighe's Irish Hospitality," I said, popping the cap of my tea off.

"Isn't her last name Thatcher?" Blaine asked Kurt. Kurt nodded and moved closer to his ear.

"It is, but that's her maiden name since her mother remarried," Blaine nodded.

"Unless you want to join your dad in prison, that's probably not the best idea. You see, my dad is sorta what you call a state's attorney. But if you had a Guinness you wanted delivered, I bet he could make sure that got to him," he said, smirking. My left eye twitched.

"You prick! Don't you dare speak of my father like that! H-He didn't mean anything!" I yelled, my heart tearing on the inside. The boy clearly thought he won against me, but he was wrong, so very wrong.

"Alright, so here's what you guys should know, I am captain of the Warblers now, and I'm tired of playing nice," he said, smiling brightly, but cockily at the end. I wanted to so badly wring his neck.

"If we're not playing nice, then here's to the start of a new war," I poured the remainder of my tea onto his head. It wasn't hot, sadly, but it was sure as hell cold.

"Buh-bye, Anus Excavator," I said, walking off with everyone trailing behind me. I didn't know if the kid was gay, but by telling from the looks he gave Blaine, I'm pretty sure he is. Kurt walked up to me and laughed, slinging his arm onto my shoulder.

"Anus Excavator?" Kurt chuckled. I giggled and nodded my head.

"That's a new one that'll be added to the books," I said.