The Runaway

Chapter Three

The next day, I followed Kurt to Glee, rubbing his arm and trying to be soothing. My mood was a little upset when I learned Blaine's position. We walked into the Glee band room and Rachel looked over to us.

"What happened? Is he gonna be okay?" Rachel asked. I looked at the floor, blaming myself once more.

"Uh, it's his right eye. Uh, the doctor says that his cornea is deeply scratched and he has to have surgery," Kurt replied. Santana looked over to me and I frowned to her. She mouthed a, 'stop blaming yourself,' and started to look around.

"In all my years as a teacher and a student, I have never known a slushee to do that kind of damage," Mr. S said.

"That's 'cause it wasn't a normal slushee, Mr. Shue. There was... something in it, rocks or something. He wanted to do that damage," Finn added in.

"Well, unless you have proof that he tampered with the slushee, the police aren't interested in getting involved," Mr. S said.

"Sebastian is evil," Kurt and I said at the same time. I motioned for him to continue, "He needs to be expelled."

"Look, Figgins and I spoke to Dalton's headmaster. They're opening up an investigation," Mr. S said and Kurt and I sat down. "So, guys, I'm telling you, please let the system handle this one."

Artie then struck up and argument over being told to turn the other cheek. He wanted revenge and so did I. He was speaking from the heart, but Shue wasn't listening. He wasn't hearing the need in our situation on how we're bullied by Dalton. Though, Shue kept saying he doesn't tolerate violence, but Artie kept going, not giving a damn about Shue's interjections. Shue tells Artie to take a break, but Artie zones out.

"I think I better roll away," Artie finally says.

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After congratulating Quinn on getting into Yale, I walked down the halls to find a certain sad someone. I had to make him feel better, it was the least I could do for my gay best friend. Just when I turned the corner, I caught sight of him leaning on a desk, a glum look on his face.

"Hey, what're you doing?" I asked, catching him look up at me from his notebook.

"Trying to keep the flames from shooting out of the side of my face," Kurt replied.

"Oh, honey," I snapped my fingers, "That outfit ain't helping."

"I agree with Artie. I'm tired of being stepped on all the time. I take a lot of crap from a lot of people, but I refuse to take it from Sebastian the Criminal Chipmunk," I chuckled at the nickname. "so I've been sitting here for the last hour making a list of ways to get back at him," He finished.

"Well, today's your day, 'cause Irish Iretta has arrived on the KillABitch Express," I said, smirking slightly. "Now, I think we should kidnap and gag him, and then send him off to a prison yard with a note saying 'Dropped the soap. Free Entry,' on his back! It's brilliant!"

"After what he did to Blaine, I really wanted to hurt him. But I can't. I've fought against violence at this school for too long. I-I have to take the high road," Kurt explained. I put my hand on his.

"You know what, Smurfette? I respect that. You're probably right. I want to go to college that isn't a FEMA trailer in a prison yard with guys following me, so let's take the high road," I smiled, "We're not going to beat Sebastian by playing dirty... but we are going to beat him."

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Kind of a short chapter, but I promise the next one will be longer.