The Runaway

Chapter Five

I had gotten away from that scene by sneaking away, but that led to an even more dramatic one at the band room in McKinely. I gathered everyone in and told them to lock the doors before Mr. Shue got here. Santana helped and quickly lock both after everyone got in.

"Um, what's going on?" I heard someone ask. Instead of looking for who it was, I answered directly to everyone.

"We've got the Warblers right where we want them. And because he's the smoothest criminal I know, Artie was able to find a spy store that sells top secret surveillance equipment," Artie then cut in.

"Not top secret, I just got a tape recorder from OfficeMax," he said. He ruined my thunder.

"Okay, fine then, Mr. Technical. Anyways, I taped it under my boob when I went to Dalton... alone... and I got Sebastian on tape admitting there was rock-salt in the slushee that blinded Blaine. Now all we have to do is send this tape to the po-po, and the little dicklet is heading to juvie!" I finished proudly. Santana walked down the chairs and gave me a high-five.

"Taught you well, my bitch," she said, slapping me in the back. I smiled widely, but Kurt frowned. I played the recording and it played back the recording I did of Sebastian admitting.

"No. No, we're not doing that," Kurt interrupted. As much as I love the kid, this was the right thing to do. Why wasn't he agreeing?

"Why, Kurt? This isn't violent, this is witty!" I exclaimed. "I even taped it under my boob, man! That hurts and it chafes!" I added.

"So he gets kicked out of school. The Warblers are still doing Michael and they still beat us. Look, I want to see Sebastian's head turning on a spit, but I've realized that you can't go looking for payback every time the world wrongs you," Kurt said, trying to reassure everyone. "If Michael went after all the haters, he would never have any time to do all that amazing music. So, we're not gonna punish the Warblers. We're gonna teach them a lesson, and I think I know how."

"I've resevered the auditorium, so if you all just follow me," Kurt said. Everyone followed except for Rachel and Finn. I gave her thumbs up for god knows whatever they're gonna do.

We all made our way to the auditorium as a couple of dweebs walked into the room. One in particular caught my eye. He had brown hair, green eyes, a stupid smirk, and I didn't know if he was gay or bi. That's right, you guessed it, Andrew McCarthy. The bell rung just as they walked in and as we filed onto the stage.

"Nice of you to show," Kurt said.

"Is whatever this is gonna take long?" Sebastian asked.

"What? Do you have hair appointment? Or are you gettin' lucky with another dude?" I asked sarcastically.

"No, I can't stand the stench of public schools and I can't stand the fact that I have to breath the same air as you, Thatcher," he retorted. My left eye twitched.

"Shut up, Smythe. We all know that you've got a dick no man loves. A woman might, but she'll have to read the label or she'll choke on the tininess of it," I fired back. His cool, smirking face changed to one of pure anger.

"It won't take long, and all you have to do is listen," Quinn interrupted. Sebastian sat down and nodded his head, telling us to go.

"We're not doing Michael for Regionals," Artie said.

"I didn't think you'd surrender that easily," he replied.

"We're tired of the fighting and the backstabbing. We're show choirs. We're supposed to be supportive of each other," Kurt said. I bounced over to him and gave him a big hug.