DISCLAIMER: I don't own Glee. Ryan Murphy does. If I owned Glee, it would be much more dramatic, trust me. And Sam would be bisexual and in a relationship with Kurt.
Kurt
"Are we there yet?" Kurt heard Brittany ask Santana behind him, he leaned his head against the cool glass window and stared out at the rainy day. There was nothing more boring that being unable to listen to music in the coach on the way to Regionals. If Kurt hadn't been so stupid and forgotten to charge his iPod the night before, he would probably be listening to Lady Gaga, or the entire soundtrack of Wicked, by now.
"I'm not sure Brit, hey, Lady Hummel." Santana poked his shoulder and he reluctantly turned round to face her.
"What, Satan?" He asked, using his nickname for her.
She seemed to take no notice of the insulting name and instead asked her question, "how long do you think we have left before we get there?"
Kurt stared at her for a few seconds, why did she expect him to know?! He wasn't psychic! "I'm not sure. You should probably ask someone else, you know, like Mr. Schue, the teacher." He said dryly before turning back around in his seat.
"Jeez, Lady, I only asked you a question." Santana retorted before getting up and going to ask Mr. Schue how long they had left on the coach.
"I hope it's not too long." Brittany said, seemingly talking to Kurt, "my legs are starting to hurt and I need to go to the toilet."
"We'll probably be there soon." Kurt said quickly, not bothering to turn around.
"I'm gonna go find out what Santana's doing." She said, getting out of her seat. A strong feeling and fear washed over Kurt, and all the blood left hs face as he went deathly pale.
Something was very wrong. Something bad was going to happen.
"Brit, you should probably sit down..." He suggested kindly, "Santana will be back in second and it's not safe for you to be up and about while the coach is moving."
Brittany faltered, and for a moment it looked like she was going to listen to him and return t the safety of her seat. She shook her head though and continued on her way down the aisle towards the front of the bus.
The feeling only grew stronger, creating a tight knot of nervousness in Kurt's stomach.
"Brittany," he called, getting up, "Brit I need to tell you something-"
SMASH!