"Ready for one last mission?" Blaine asked as he handed Sam a black mask.
"Always," Sam replied with a grin.
Ten minutes later, the two found themselves in Blaine's car on their way to Dalton. They'd changed into their Nightbird and Blonde Chameleon costumes.
"So, dude, what exactly are we gonna do?" Sam asked.
"We're getting our trophy back," Blaine replied with the enormous grin he's known for.
"Alright, alright," Sam smiled back, in his Kenicke voice.
Pulling up in the parking lot, Blaine put the car in park and reached into the back for the Dalton blazer, a grappling hook with an attached rope and a small card. He scribbled something down before getting out of the car.
"Okay, everyone should be in class right now. I'm going to take you to the window below where they're keeping the trophy."
"So, what's the plan exactly?" Sam asked, as they made their way across the lawn. Masks own, they crept slowly across the open space, hoping to go unnoticed.
"You're going to throw the grappling hook over the edge of the balcony, while I sneak in."
"Won't everybody know it's you with the costume?"
"No, I'm going in incognito," Blaine said with an impish grin, as he held up the Dalton blazer. "Here, hold my cape and my mask."
Blaine slipped the blazer on and handed Sam the heavy blanket he'd be using as a cape.
"I'm going in. Wait for my signal before throwing the hook up there, okay?"
"Easy-peasy," Sam whispered. Blaine began to inch toward the doors before Sam realized he was missing a crucial piece of information. "Wait, what's the signal?"
"Trust me you'll know."
Blaine entered the building and made his way to the Warbler Commons. He'd have to hurry as classes were ending in 10 minutes.
There it was: The New Directions Nationals Trophy. Just looking at it was making him miss Kurt and nostalgic for the good times. He tamped down the emotions that'd suddenly assaulted him because he had a mission to accomplish.
Approaching the glass case, he quickly checked for any booby-traps or alarms that would sound if he opened the case. Seeing none, he quickly opened the case and removed the trophy. He then peeled off the Dalton blazer, folded it neatly and placed the note he'd scribbled in the car on top.
"'No thanks' is right," Blaine whispered with a smirk.
Just he went to grab the trophy again and head toward the window, the school bell rang. A loud and surprisingly musical caw left his mouth. He heard a clink and made his way to the balcony. Sam was standing below with his arms outstretched as if he was waiting for Blaine to throw the trophy down to him.
Honestly, Blaine had thought that far ahead but thinking quickly, he pulled the rope up to the balcony and tied the trophy to it. He lowered it down to Sam. Sam made quick work of detaching the trophy and once he was done, Blaine quickly scrambled down the rope.
Sam handed him his mask and his cape. Reattaching his cape quickly and his mask, Blaine looked over to the blonde who'd easily become his best friend and smiled. Beckoning with his head, Blaine took off at a run across the far too green grass of the quad, Sam following right behind.
Thanking the weather gods for the unseasonably warm weather they were having this week in Ohio, Blaine let the wind blow through his cape as ran finally starting feel like himself again.