A/N: Rah Rah Oh Rah Rah! Ga Ga Ooh La La! Rah Rah Ah Ah Ah! Want your bad romance!

Hi there! My name is Erin! Some of you may know me as that girl who wrote that crazy ass story about Kurt getting sick and becoming a delirious mess! Yes, it's the story with Frank the Dolphin. Teehee!

This story is a DRAAAAAAMAAAAAA! And romancy :D And also…..just incase the summery confuzzles you….as it does confuzzle myself….here is some explanation.

This is an AU. And now all you guys are like "Pfft! Seriously? AU? Dis is gonna be stoopid." BUT…..I like my idea. It's sort of based off of my favorite book series in the entire world next to Harry Potter…MAXIMUM RIDE! You could call it a crossover….but I wouldn't….because my sweet little Fangleton and Iggles aren't in it. It's a complete AU. I just used the concept of Maximum Ride. The experiments.

And just like many people write in MR fics, there are POVs

You don't have to have read Maximum Ride to read this.

THIS IS KLAINE! And Finchel and Artcedes (cause I'm the only person who loves that pairing) There are mentions of Tartie and some Brittana, Wemma and Quick later on….

See? Well if you decide to give this a chance I would really appreciate it if you would review.

Thanks :)

Your Friendly Neighborhood Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or the Maximum Ride concepts.

Career Day

Blaine's POV

Career day. That one day of the year where you experience the working world hands on. At least that's what the teachers say. Sure, lots of kids had jobs, but careers were different. And I have been dreading this day for months. And I know I will dread every second of it. I can feel it in my bones.

Sure, missing school is fun. But when you're forced to spend an entire day with a person that definitely hates everything about who you are….not so much. I know Dad means well, but why does he try so hard to "straighten me out". Get it? I'm his son, why can't he just accept me for who I am?

Also, I have no clue what Dad's job is anyway. All I know is that he was a scientist who worked in some lab in the middle of rural Ohio. He's never thoroughly explained his career to me. All he would ever say is, "We are finding a way to save the planet."

I sighed as I poured myself a bowl of cereal. Why did I have to go to this stupid thing anyway? It's not like I want to be a scientist. I want to be a writer. Writing is my passion. I loved to write stories and songs. Dad just thinks that's a stupid career path.

I pushed my bowl away. My appetite has vanished.

Kurt's POV

"Nyahhhhggggggahhhhh!" I heard a horrid shriek. It scared the living daylights out of me. The shriek sounded like someone was in pain. Wait…I knew that shriek all too well. No…no…it couldn't be….

"Get in there!" A gruff voice shouted. I heard a crash. I didn't know who it was. My vision was restricted because of the darkness. I heard footsteps grow silent.

"Ahhh…" Someone hissed. It was a hiss of pain. A familiar hiss of pain. Too familiar…

"Artie?" I whispered, "Artie? Is that you?" my hands felt around the floor of the crate.

"Yes…" Artie replied weakly. "Where's Cedes? Where's Finn and Rachel?"

"The Whitecoats took Mercedes to test her sleep patterns." I answered. "Finn and Rachel are asleep. Are you alright?"

"Those freaking Whitecoats are harsher than before. After a woke up in that white room I screamed. Don't ask me why. After I screamed some Whitecoat started beating me with his clipboard!" His voice was breaking, "She doesn't deserve it. They can beat me a billion times before they can get to her."

"Who?"

"Mercedes."

"Same here." I sighed, "But you know she can fend for herself?"

"Mmm…" I then heard a crash.

"What was that?"

"Me." Answered Artie, "I can't move."

That didn't even make sense. "What?"

"I can't move my legs." Artie was quiet for a moment, "Do I even have legs?"

I chuckled, "Of course you have legs. What would make you think you didn't?"

"I can't feel the ground."

"What?"

"My legs. I can't feel them."

"Oh my God." I desperately needed the lights to come on. I'm pretty sure it was morning. I needed to see if Artie was okay.

Luckily, my silent prayers had been answered. The lights flickered. I could see again. My eyes adjusted to the lighting.

Artie was sitting beside me. His legs were in an awkward position. He couldn't have been comfortable. His bare chest was covered in bruises. Beaten. Artie was beaten the most out of us five. He was too stubborn for his own good.

I then asked, "Artie, could you lift one of your legs for me?"

"I'll try." His eyes looked tired. His legs didn't move. "I-I can't. They are completely numb."

I began to hyperventilate.

"Kurt, calm down. They'll probably be better by tomorrow."

I ignored him. I remembered Tina. What had happened to her. What those monsters had done to her. She was given a surgery. The effects….the effects were different than expected. They…they had to euthanize her. I was scared out of my mind. What if they did that to Artie? Losing Tina was hard enough.

"Kurt, you need to breathe. I'll be fine."

Everyday they would euthanize someone who lacked the qualities required. If Artie was paralyzed, they would kill him too. I continued to panic.

I heard a yawn. "Wha-What's going on?" It was Rachel. Her head laid on Finn's bare chest. She spit a few dark brown feathers out of her mouth. Finn's feathers, of course.

"Kurt's having a panic attack." Artie told her.

"I'm not having a panic attack!" I shouted for some reason.

"Why is he having a panic attack?"

"Artie is freaking paralyzed!" I yelled at her, "And I'm not having a panic attack!"

"Finn!" Rachel groaned, "Get your wing off of me!" She pushed Finn's large, dark brown wing off of herself.

"Wha−" Finn mumbled, rolling over in his sleep.

Rachel sat up and looked at me. "What did you mean by saying, "Artie's freaking paralyzed!" ?"

I sighed. "I mean exactly what I said."

"Guys?" Artie interrupted, "I'm right here."

Then Rachel said, "You can't move your legs at all?"

"I guess I can't." He sighed, "But they'll probably be better by tomorrow. Calm down."

"Sorry Artie." I was looking to the ground, "I'm just really frightened. Remember…." I began to choke, "Remember what those monsters did to Tina?"

Artie's blue eyes fell. He and Tina were so close. You could say that Tina and Artie….well they were pretty much in love. If love was real….they would be the proof.

"Tina…" He sighed. He looked at both Rachel and I. "Well, that's not going to happen. No fatty in a white coat is going to murder me."

"Well, if your legs are going to get better, you need to lay them straight." Rachel explained, "We'll help."

Blaine's POV

My God, this place was weird. Just the look of it gave me the creeps. From the outside it looked like a shack in the middle of a cornfield. Dad said there were more levels underground. We were one level below the entrance.

A whole bunch of people wearing lab coats and carrying clipboards were walking down the halls. Suddenly, we were approached by a woman. Like everyone else, she wore a lab coat. she was also very tall and had short blonde hair. She looked as if she wanted to rip your heart out and eat it for lunch.

"Anderson?" The woman asked Dad, "Who's the hobbit?"

"This is my son, Blaine." Dad said, "Blaine, this is Dr. Sylvester. She runs things around here."

"Nice to meet you." I said to her.

"Whatever," She groaned, "I'll show Poodle Head around." She whispered something into Dad's ear. He nodded. "Come on, Frodo."

I nodded and followed Dr. Sylvester.

"Here's a lab coat." Dr. Sylvester tossed me a lab coat, "People fear you when you wear a lab coat."

"Okay…?" I did what she told me. She looked like she wanted to hang me by my toes in a dungeon.

"Stay there." Dr. Sylvester told me, "I'll be right back." She began to walk away.

So….this place was kind of weird. Everything was white and it smelled like a hospital. I heard voices.

"Who's there?" I asked aloud.

No answer.

I'm probably losing my mind. It doesn't matter. No one is in this hallway, and it's freaking me out.

I decided to go into another room. Preferably one with people. I'm not good with solitude. Dr. Sylvester may devour me, but it's a risk I'm willing to take.

I spotted a door. I turned the silver knob and walked through. I found myself in a huge hall. Cages on each side. Did they do animal testing here or something? I began to walk.

Then I noticed something. These animals in cages….well, they weren't actually animals. They were children. Human children. I gagged. Some lay dead. Others bloody and bruised. Some asleep. They looked tortured. How could people do such a thing? Especially to children?

I heard the moans and groans of pain. This was scary.

I heard whispers. The children stared at me. They looked frightened. I now understand why Dr. Sylvester said the lab coats would bring fear.

I then heard a voice whisper, "Act like you're okay. I see a Whitecoat."

Another one, "Finn! Wake up!"

I walked towards the voices.

"Is he coming over here?" Someone whispered.

The voices became closer. I kneeled down in front of a cage. Inside were four teenagers. Three boys− all shirtless, and a girl wearing a white t-shirt. The first boy had short dark brown hair. He looked very tired. The second had short, yet messy light brown hair. His legs were in an awkward position. The girl had long, dark hair. She appeared to be holding hands with the tired boy. And the final boy…..all I could say was "Wow." He had brown hair that was a bit messy, skin like a porcelain doll, and the most amazing eyes. And the strangest, yet most beautiful thing of all, each had wings. I'm being serious. Freaking wings were grafted to their backs.

"Holy shit." I whispered. Yeah…me and my dirty mouth.

"What do you want?" The angel with the beautiful eyes asked me. He sounded upset. He stared at me with deep hatred. He didn't even know me and he already hates me.

"I….uh….nothing! I don't want anything!"

"Pfft!" the girl snorted, "That's a new one. What are you going to inject us with now? Some kind of incurable virus? Smallpox?"

"Rach," The tired boy whispered to the girl, "I don't think he's lying."

"You've been wrong before."

"So you don't want to run tests on us?" The other boy asked.

"Now why would I do that?"

"Because you're a freaking Whitecoat!" Ocean Eyes whisper-yelled.

I looked at what I was wearing. Damn it. I didn't take off the coat earlier. I now removed it. "I'm not a Whitecoat." I tried assuring the four. "I'm just a kid."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm just a kid, like you guys. Except I don't have wings or anything."

The girl sounded curious, "Are you another experiment? You must be."

"Experiment?"

"You know!" She held out her arm. There were numbers tattooed on it.

"E-Experiment?" I stuttered.

"That's what I said. Are you?" She looked suspicious, "How did you escape your crate? If the Whitecoats find you they'll beat you."

"I'm not an experiment." I told them, "My name is Blaine Anderson and−" The girl interrupted me.

"Then you must be a Whitecoat! Only Whitecoats have two names."

"What?" I was very confused. I looked at the winged kids. There were gashes and cuts all over their bodies. I gasped. "I have no clue what is going on here. Why are you all hurt? What did you mean by experiment?"

"Guys," The tired one said, "I really think he's telling the truth."

"Anderson…" The porcelain boy thought for a moment, "I know that name…"

"Honestly Finn!" The girl said, "You need to learn to be less gullible!"

So the tired boy's name was Finn.

"Dr. Anderson…" The boy's eyes were wide, "Dr. Anderson!" He began to crawl to the back of the cage. The girl followed and Finn pulled the other boy. The beautiful boy then choked, "G-Get away from us!"

"Guys, I don't think that's him." Finn whispered.

"Finn," The girl whispered, "Do you want your insides pulled out?"

Finn shook his head.

"Dr. Anderson…" I thought for a moment, "Dr. Anderson is my father. I think you have me confused with him."

"Father?" Finn asked, "What's a father?"

The others shrugged.

"I don't respond to things I don't understand." The other boy said.

The beautiful boy's pure white wings unfurled a little. "If you're not Dr. Anderson, who are you? An outsider?"

"I guess…"

The four gasped.

"What?"

"Listen. It's Career Day today and I really don't want to be here now. For the final time, I am not a Whitecoat." I sighed, "Now let me get you out of this cage."

"You can't." The white winged looked to the ground. His beautiful eyes fell.

"Why not?"

He held out his arm. A hospital bracelet he wore. It had the same number on it that was tattooed on his arm. "It'll sound the alarm. You need identification to disarm it. And if we got out, they would starve us for a few days."

What kind of hellhole was this place?

I heard footsteps. I quickly ran behind an empty crate. But I peeked my head out to see what was going on.

I saw my father. He was dragging a dark skinned girl with frizzy black hair. The girl was struggling.

"Ahh…" She hissed with pain. Her arm had a gash in it.

"Quiet!" Dad snapped. I knew my Dad was tough, but I didn't think he was like this.

Dad threw the girl into the crate with the other four.

"Cedes…" The boy with the awkward legs whispered. He stroked her back. "You're with us now…"

As Dad walked away I quickly ran over to the cage. "I need to get you guys out of here!"

Tears were in the amazing eyed boy's eyes, "We don't even know you! Please just go! You're one of them." He sniffled, "We already have enough pain to deal with."

"But this isn't right!" I argued, "This is no way anyone should live! It's unfair!"

"Life's unfair, Curly Cue." A familiar voice said from behind me. I turned my head. It was Dr. Sylvester.

"D-Dr. Sylvester." I stuttered.

"Away from the experiments." She hissed. "I know a much better place for you."

Was she going to eat me?

She pulled me away.

Then someone whispered, "They're all the same."

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