I honestly don't know what this is…it's 3am…why do I always get fanfiction ideas while listening to my Glee playlists in the early hours of the morning?!

Anyway, expect this to be absolutely crazy, it is Sue Sylvester after all.

It takes place after Kurt has joined the Cheerio's but Mercedes has already left. Quinn is currently not a Cheerio so Kurt, Santana and Brittany have their own weird 'Unholy Trinity' thing going on. Tell me in the reviews what you think they should be called. Pretty please?

Disclaimer: If I owned Glee, the word 'fan' would not be included in this fiction. (Did that even make sense?) I don't own Mine by Taylor Swift either.

P.S. I got Santana's Spanish from Google Translate so my apologies if it's atrocious.

"What does she want with us now?" Kurt complained as he waited behind with Santana and Brittany after Cheerio's practice, Coach Sue had asked to see them, probably to yell at them about something they did wrong during practice, even though they had done everything perfectly, the woman noticed every little thing and it got annoying at times.

Santana shrugged, "maybe she wants to promote us or get us to help her destroy the Glee Club or something.

"I thought we promised to never do that again." Brittany said, confused.

"Promises were made to be broken, Britt." Santana replied.

"I don't feel comfortable betraying the Glee Club." Kurt said.

"It's that or get kicked off the Cheerio's."

"Maybe she just wants us to take the leads in a new number for Nationals." He suggested hopefully.

"Where is she anyway?" By now everybody had left the gymnasium, and the three were left over by the benches, waiting awkwardly for what seemed like nothing.

"She probably forgot and went to her office or something . Come on." Santana said, walking towards the exit, Brittany was quick to follow her, and Kurt sighed, crossing his arms before hurrying after them; his dad hated it when he had to stay late after practice.

The halls of McKinley had always seemed creepy when the school was empty. The kids were so used to seeing it bustling with students, some hurrying to lessons; others trying to avoid bullies; other trying to find people to bully.

Now they were eerily silent, the only sounds you could hear were the cheerleader's footsteps as they made their way down the corridor, accompanied with their heavy breathing as they all began to feel slightly uneasy.

As they slowly approached Coach Sue's office, crashing sounds filled their ears, they all immediately stopped where they were and listening quietly.

"What's going on in there?" Brittany whispered, as Santana slowly edged towards the window and peered through.

"I'm not sure, but that definitely isn't Coach Sylvester in there." She answered.

"Well what do we do?" Kurt asked, "should we go get Sue?!"

"We don't know where she is!" Santana hissed.

"Well then let's find her!" Kurt snapped back.

"Um.." Brittany's worried voice was enough to stop the two from bickering, she had joined Santana by the window and was now looking through it, "they saw me."

"What? Brittany!" Santana sighed, "well now we've gotta confront them!"

"What's he got in his hand?" Brittany asked curiously, Santana whipped her head back to the window, seconds later she had shoved Brittany to the ground and was lying on top of her as a bullet whizzed through the air right where they were standing.

"They've got a gun!" Kurt said as his eyes widened, "hurry up lets go!" He turned on his heel and ran straight into a muscled chest, "what the-"

He looked up and saw a very muscular man standing in front of him, chuckling nervously, he backed away a few steps, bumping into Brittany and Santana, who were facing the opposite direction and staring at another muscular dude.

"Er…we were just leaving…" He began, but was interrupted seconds after the first few words had left his mouth.

"Who are they?" The first man- the one Kurt had ran into -questioned, he wasn't aiming the question at Kurt, Santana or Brittany, so Kurt guessed he was addressing his 'friend'. The man looked like he hit the gym about three times a day, from how hard his chest felt when Kurt ran into it he guessed that he was wearing some sort of bulletproof vest, but he wasn't a cop because he didn't have the uniform; he didn't even have a hat, he was dressed in all black, the only thing that wasn't covered up was his head, which showed off a short patch of black hair. His 'friend' was dressed exactly the same, but he was a brunette, and Kurt quickly realised that they both had guns.

"Okay, seriously, where the heck is Coach Sylvester?!" He whispered urgently to Santana as he stood with his back against hers, Brittany was slightly between the two of them but on the side, her back was to their shoulders, she reached out and grabbed Santana's hand.

"They're freaking cheerleaders, you buffoons." The person who had been in Sue's office stepped through the now open door, "who's your coach, kids?" It was a man, dressed the same as the other two- no wait, Kurt looked around, there were four now, and they all had weapons. Kurt noticed that this man had gloves on though, probably so he wouldn't have his fingerprints traced doing whatever he was doing in there.

What the hell was going on?!

Kurt and Santana were smart enough to keep their mouths shut and not give away any important information, Brittany on the other hand…not so much.

"She Sylvester!" She said cheerfully, flashing the man her best ditzy smile. The poor blonde obviously had zero clue as to what exactly was going on; Santana and Kurt didn't really know either, but they at least understood that they were in potential danger.

Kurt resisted the urge to face palm and did it mentally instead, several times.

"Ah, so that's what her fake identity has been this whole time: a cheerleading coach." The man said, slowly circling the three like they were his prey.

"Who are you?" Santana spat, clearing not in the mood for any casual conversation. Kurt did admire that the Latina girl always seemed to have no fear, here she was, confronting a man with a gun while Kurt simply stood there shaking in his newly polished, very expensive shoes.

"My identity should remain a secret to you, young lady." The man had an accent, Kurt couldn't tell which one. "But yours however, shall not. Who are you?"

Santana scoffed, "I'm not telling you anything, bitch."

The man slapped her round the face, the sound of his hand connecting with her cheek making both Kurt and Brittany jump as it echoed through the hallway before dying out. Brittany unconsciously moved closer to Kurt and further away from the man.

Santana gritted her teeth, "still not going to tell you." Kurt had turned to watch by now, although knowing that the man from before was staring at his unsuspecting back made him feel incredibly nervous. Brittany has backed up against his chest, having let go on Santana's hand as the brave girl stood up to the man. Brittany gripped Kurt's hand and he squeezed it, hoping that calmed her nerves a little.

"What about you?" The man asked, directing his attention to Brittany, she moved even closer to Kurt, almost stepping on his foot. She stayed silent though.

The man advanced towards her and she whimpered, Santana stepping in front of her in seconds and shielding her from any unwanted attacks.

"Don't. Touch. Her." She snapped, her tone laced with venom and her hands curling into fists by her sides.

"We will get your names eventually." The man sighed, not even bothering with Kurt, which the countertenor was grateful for, he turned and started walking away, leaving the three confused for a few seconds, until he raised his hand in the air and clicked his fingers.

Hands immediately grabbed Kurt from all sides, wrenching him away from Brittany and making him cry out in surprise, he kicked and punched whoever had grabbed him, but it did nothing, he was simply hoisted over the man's shoulder and carried down the hallway. He pounded on the man's back the entire time, but it did nothing, Kurt suddenly wished he hit the gym more often. Because he didn't at all. Ever.

"Let me go!" He heard Santana shriek, and caught sight of her kicking and screaming at the man who was carrying her, he couldn't see Brittany, but he could hear her calmly being asked to be put down, she had no idea of what was happening.

They exited McKinley through the back entrance, and Kurt shivered as he was hit with the cold, evening air, he froze up when he felt the man's hand slip into his Cheerio's trouser pockets, searching for a phone; but it was in his bag, and he had left that in the gymnasium, damnit.

Kurt breathed a sigh of relief when he was finally put down, they were all standing in front of a large, black van, he looked around, his eyes locking with Santana, she gave him a small, barely noticeable nod and he understood what she was getting at, returning one and glancing to his other side, where Brittany was fidgeting and staring at at her feet.

He barely heard Santana shout 'now!' because his heartbeat was currently pounding loudly in his ears, he reached out and grabbed ahold of Brittany's hand before breaking into a run across the dimly lit school parking lot, he heard the man's shouts of surprise and pounding footsteps as they chased after him.

The wind bit at his skin as he ran, whipping through his hair and messing the perfect style up, he had more important things to worry about than his hair though; like getting away.

One good thing about Kurt was that he was fast; he got a lot of practice with running from all the times he had tried to escape from the jocks, he was small too, which was another advantage and that helped with his speed greatly.

He risked a glance behind him and saw that Santana was already catching up- but so were the men, and that worried him.

"Come on Britt!" He encouraged, "run a little bit faster, would you?"

The blonde tried to pick up the speed, but she ended up tripping over her own feet instead and falling forwards, Kurt only just managed to catch her before she face-planted the tarmac, and this simple act was all that it took for the men to catch up with them.

"Run Santana!" He yelled as he was thrown over someone's shoulder again, but the Latina girl had stopped and ran back, probably for Brittany; and had been caught too.

This time, instead of being put down, they were simply tossed into the fanlike they were nothing but rag doll, Kurt let out a grunt of pain when he landed on his back with a quiet thud, the back doors to the van were slammed shut and the Cheerio's were plunged into darkness.

Santana immediately got up and starting banging on the small window in the van, how she managed to locate it so quickly in the darkened Kurt didn't know, and he didn't bother trying to get her to calm down when she started yelling in Spanish, either.

"¡ESCHUCHAR, SI USTED PONE UNA MANO EN YO, KURT O BRITTANY NO DUDARÉ IR TODO LIMA HEIGHTS EN SU, CULO, PERRA!" She shouted.

"Stop the violence." Brittany mumbled.

Kurt lurched forwards as the van started moving, and Santana was thrown against the side, "ow!" She yelled when she hit her shoulder, sliding down the wall of the vehicle and holding it tightly.

Brittany crawled over to her, "would you like me to kiss it better?" Kurt heard her whisper.

"Yeah, thanks Britt." Santana said, she sounded a little different to her usual bitchy self but Kurt ignored that.

"You're awfully quiet, Lady." Santana observed.

"There's not much to talk about, is there Satan?" He replied.

"Where are we going?" Brittany asked innocently.

"I don't know Britt." Santana answered. There was another short silence. "Come over here and join us if you want, Lady."

"Really?" Kurt raised his eyebrows in disbelief even if they couldn't see him.

"Yes, really, we need to preserve body heat and all that shit and I know you're not gonna try anything some you're like, capital G gay and everything." Santana replied.

Kurt slowly moved over to where he guessed the girls were sat and positions himself next to who he hoped was Brittany, it did turn out to be her because she snuggled up to him when he's gotten close enough and had sat in his lap slightly.

"What's going to happen to us?" She whispered.

"I don't know Britt." Santana answered her again.

"Kurt, can I hold one of your soft baby hands please?"

"Sure Britt." He mumbled, as she grabbed his right hand and rubbed her thumb in circles on his palm.

"So soft." She giggled quietly. "I'm tired."

"Go to sleep then Britt." Santana whispered to her.

"Can you sing me a song?" She asked.

"What song?"

"Any song."

Kurt stayed silent and Santana began humming the tune to Mine.

"I remember how it felt sitting by the water,

You put your arm around me, for the first time,

You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter,

You are the best thing, that's ever been mine."

"You sing so much better than Rachel, San…" Brittany mumbled sleepily, "you too Kurt."

Santana continued to him the song, and minutes later Kurt found himself starting to drift off too, his head lying on Brittany's shoulder, as his body finally started to relax after a really hectic day.