The Runaway

Chapter Two

"They can have Journey and Dream Girls, but pilfering my Michael, mm-mm, that's another level, not okay," Artie said, wheeling into the room with a disgusted look.

"I'm not exactly comfortable with Blaine in the room. Clearly once a Warbler, always a Warbler," Puck said. I glared at him.

"Uh, wh-what?" Blaine defended.

"Dude, you told them what we were gonna do. You're like modern day Eggs Benedict. He's on notice as far as I'm concerned," Puck noted. "We should all be on notice. I mean, next to Vocal Adrenaline, the Warblers are the best Glee club in the state, and for a lot of us, this is our last shot at a championship, so we should stop complaining about the Warblers and figure out how to beat them," Finn uttered. I smiled at him. He was right, absolutely right. Even Mr. S agreed with me.

"I couldn't have said it better myself, Finn," Mr. S mentioned walking into the room, "I'm less worried about our set list right now and more interested in getting us in the right mindset to crush those guys. Which is why our only lesson for the week is," Mr. S trailed off, writing an acronym on the board. WWMJD? "What would Michael Jackson do?"

I found myself not paying attention and to thinking back on what Blazer Bot was saying. How did he even know me, let alone the situation my father was in. Just as I was starting to get deep into the subject of my father, a couple of words pulled me out.

"I know what Michael Jackson would do. I think he would take it to the streets," Blaine said, a devious glint in his eyes. I smiled at this side of Blaine and I knew exactly what he was going to do.

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And that led me to wearing a pair of jean shorts, a tank top, and a pullover with the hood up. We had called for the Warblers to meet us in a car garage and as Blaine said, "he would take it to the streets," so now we're doing an old fashioned sing off. The sound of a march resounded throughout the garage and I could actually smell the testosterone and gel coming off them in waves.

The Warblers stood where they were supposed to stand. Blaine and I walked out of the shadows and stared at all the boys in front of us. Most of the guys looked very lustful towards Blaine and I, but something caught my eye. Anus Excavator was staring at me in particularly. Just as I caught his eye, he looked away and spoke up.

"Well... we're here," Sebastian, who I learned the name of not to long ago, said.

"We got something to settle. Both of us want to use MJ, but only one can," Blaine said.

"We're having a Jackson off, Twink, winner gets the King of Pop for regionals," I said, crossing my arms over my chest. Sebastian brushed the name I gave him off and continued.

"What, us against... the two of you? You really think you're that bad? Is that what they teach you at that little public school of yours?" Sebastian said. I flashed a smile to Blaine.

"It's time to see who's bad," Blaine said. I raised my hand up in the air and snapped loudly. Thumps of feet came from behind us and the club showed up. I pulled my hood off and watched Artie wheel up close to Horrible Hairdo.

[Warblers:]

Ba, ba, ba, ba

Dow, dow, dow, dow-dow x3

Dow, dow, dow...

[Artie:]

Your butt is mine

Gonna take you right

Just show your face

In broad daylight