The Runaway

Chapter Four

After the whole thing, I had to skip a get better for Blaine and set up my plan. I had somehow gotten Sebastian's phone number and regretfully called it to make him come over to the band room in Dalton. It was hard to find my way, but with the help of being flirty and having the boys here be so gullible, I found my way in under a few minutes.

I stood on the other side of the room while the Warblers walked in looking like a bunch of dweebs. I caught sight of Sebastian and smiled evilly. They had no idea.

"Hey, Andrew McCarthy with the gel brain. Don't know if you heard, but Blaine may lose an eye," I said walking to the other side of the room, my heels clacking against the wood. I dressed up for this occasion, and I'm glad I did. "The same Blaine who was just besties with most of you not four months ago," I added. The kid on the side, at first, looked generally concerned.

"Wait, are you serious?" the kid asked. "Is he gonna be okay?"

"Well, sure, if he doesn't care about seeing only three dimensions," I replied, a snarky attitude arising.

"Trent, I got this," Sebastian told 'Trent'. "Bummer, about Blaine, he was pretty. He shouldn't have gotten in the way, though. That slushee was meant for Kurt."

"You may look like a villain out of a cheesy '80s highschool movie, but you should know that I'm fully prepared to go all Danny LaRusso on your penetrated ass," I said taking two steps forward. "Admit you put something in that slushee. What was it, huh? Glass? Asphalt?"

"Red dye number six," he answered smarmily. I looked him straight in the eyes, noticing the lie from the start.

"You're a conniving bastard," I said, staring straight at him. All he did was turn around to his gay posse.

"She questioned my honor. I demand satisfaction," I cut him off.

"Holy hell, in all my years, I never thought I'd be raped by my enemy," I murmured. Sebastian stared at me funnily.

"No. I demand satisfaction in Warbler tradition," he finished. My eyes widened and I couldn't help but let even more sarcasm slip through.

"Oh, god, not all at once. I'm gonna be raped by a whole fucking Glee club," I murmured to myself once more, this time more terrified. Sebastian grabbed me by the shoulders.

"No, stop thinking that way," he said.

"Isn't that the way you think, Ass Vandal?" I smirked. "You want a duel? Okay, Cello guys, can you hang back for a second? I'm gonna need your held wiping the floor with this guys penetrated ass."

"Everyone else clear out. I don't want you to see me make a girl cry," he said while I smirked.

"What's next? You gonna make me scream too?" I asked, playing off the innocent card. "Anyway, lets just keep this on point." I sat down on one of the chairs, tired a little from my sarcastic remarks. The music started up and the cello guys sounded on point with the Smooth Criminal song.

[Sebastian:]

Ah, as he came in through the window

It was a sound of a crescendo

Ah, he came into her apartment

Left the bloodstains on the carpet

Ah, she ran underneath the table

He could see she wasn't able

So she ran into the bedroom

She was struck down

It was her doom

Annie, are you okay?

[Joey:]