I decided to do a more dramatic, and less successful, take on Dynamic Duets as there was so much potential for angst. I hope you enjoy it!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee, or Read All About It (Part III) where the title is from
Nightbird had finally finished meeting the new members of the Superhero Society when Dotty burst through the doors slightly out of breath.
"Dotty, what is it?" he asked, concern lacing his voice.
"There's a message for you in the choir room." She breathed out. The Superhero Society sprang into action, racing down the corridor, cloaks breezing behind them. Nightbird was in the lead, with Blond Chameleon and Asian Persuasion not far behind. It didn't take long for them all to reach the choir room. As they all gathered around the foreign console, Nightbird leant forward and the message played.
"We have something we believe is yours." The Nationals trophy. The Superhero Society, many of whom were in the New Directions, looked around in anger. Nobody crosses them and gets away with it.
So, Blaine guessed, that was how he had ended up here, sat in the choir room with Sam, during their lunch break. Whilst Sam was fetching some snacks from the canteen so the pair didn't go hungry, Blaine had drawn a rough map of the arts building at Dalton Academy, and the surrounding land, on the whiteboard so the pair could plan a rescue mission.
"So you met the Warblers when you went to speak to them?" asked Sam, sitting down on one of the chairs.
"Yes. We, um, we sang together when I went back, and they offered me my blazer."
"They did what?" asked Sam.
"We sang a version of "My Dark Side"," Blaine elaborated, "so, yeah, I met them all."
"Well," Sam continued, clearly shocked by this revelation, "I guess that gives us the inside edge on their behaviours. We can second guess their movements and secure our plan."
"Precisely," Blaine said, turning back to the board. "Hunter has a very military background so has quite a commanding presence. He also seems to have a fascination with bad guys from action movies if the video is anything to go buy." Sam merely nodded in response, his mouth filled with lunch. "He won't be able to keep an eye on the trophy himself all of the time, naturally, but I guess he'll set up a guard around the choir room. Our best chance will be when the least loyal are on guard. I'm thinking whenever Trent, Jeff, Thad or Nick are on duty will be a good opportunity. As he has a military mindset, guard posts are likely to be here, here, here and here." Blaine marked the positions on the board in thick green marker.
"That wipes out all of the entrances to the room!" complained Sam.
"Precisely." Blaine smiled. "Except, it does not take into account the balcony here." He pointed to its location. "I think this our best bet for an infiltration point. The only problem is that this is on the second floor." Sam's face, which had lit up at the mention of the balcony, fell once more.
"Are we supposed to fly or something?" He asked.
"Obviously, due to restrictions we're going to have to find a way into the room other than via the balcony, but the balcony is certainly the best exit point. In fact it faces away from the other blocks, and the rooms overlooking the land outside are from classrooms. As long as these are vacant, we have a good chance of an easy escape."
"That's all good and well, but how are we going to get in? And how do we know when these guys will be on guard duty?"
Blaine pointed back to the Warbler Common Room on the board. "I think we're going to beat Hunter using his own obsessions. How do the good guys infiltrate the HQ in the action movies?" He asked Sam.
"Parachuting out of airplanes." Sam replied. "At least, that's what Alex Rider did." Blaine rolled his eyes.
"The air vents, Sam. The vent from the old kitchen, in the basement of the building, runs above the common room, and out here." He pointed to the map. "That is our way in, Sam. As for the guards, I text Jeff earlier inviting him to a dinner party at mine. It turns out him and Trent have a geography project due in tomorrow that they're working on tonight."
"So, they're not on duty tonight? How does that help?"
"Jeff gave up geography in sophomore year. And he most definitely does not have any classes with Trent. They forget I went to Dalton too." Sam smiled.
"So, we're heading in tonight?"
"Tonight." Blaine confirmed.
Sam was snapped out of his daydream by the sound of rustling and banging from one of lockers he was passing on the way to his own. He looked up to see Blaine emptying his locker into a box.
"Hey, dude, what's up?" asked Sam, approaching his friend. "What are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing, Sam?" Blaine snapped. "I'm emptying my locker."
"Wait, why?" Sam put his hand on Blaine's arm.
"I don't belong here." Blaine said, shaking the hand off. "I'm going back to Dalton."
"Hey!" said Sam. "I was looking forward to tonight's escapades. If you just hand yourself over, Hunter will win."
"I don't have time for all this superhero stuff, Sam. It's my senior year. I have to be able to get good grades to get into a good school."
"This is about Kurt, isn't it?"
"No!" Blaine sighed. "I came to this school with him. Everything about this school is all about Kurt. I love him, and then I cheated on him, Sam. I don't deserve him. I need to go somewhere where I have friends."
"You've got me and the rest of the New Directions."
"The New Directions don't like me. I've always just been Kurt's boyfriend to them."
"That's not true!" Sam defended. "Look, you've got yourself into a dark place, just let me have until the end of the day. Then, if you still want to cancel our plans tonight, and go back to Dalton, I'll let you, OK? Now get off to Spanish before Mr Schue notices you're missing."
Sam had the whole rest of the day planned out from start to finish to make Blaine feel better. They covered his favourite bands in Glee, he text him jokes during the lessons, and finally he sang to him in the auditorium. He just wanted to prove to his best friend that he was worth something at McKinley. And it seemed to work. Whatever brainwashing techniques Hunter had used when Blaine had visited Dalton seemed to rub off, and after his stunning, even if he does say so himself, rendition of Heroes he was greeted with a grinning Blaine.
"One last mission?"
"One last mission." Blaine confirmed, handing Sam an eye mask, and the pair headed to the car park.
It was six o'clock when the pair pulled up in the layby behind the arts block at Dalton Academy. Silently slipping on their eye masks, the pair silently made their way across the grass. Blaine, using his cheerio training, helped Sam climb onto his shoulders, and pull himself into the vent. He then reached down and pulled Blaine up to join him. As quietly as they could they crawled through the vents, and finally arrived above the common room. Blaine quietly lifted the ceiling tile out of place, creating a hole to jump through without the loud noise of a tile falling to the floor. Then he lowered himself as far as he could, before letting go and landing quietly on the floor. Sam quickly followed.
It didn't take long glancing around the room to locate the Nationals trophy in the cabinet. Blaine and Sam headed over as quietly as they could, and tried the door. It wasn't locked. Slowly Blaine opened the door in case there was an alarm. There wasn't, but it did make a rather loud squeak. Blaine cringed as one of the doors swung open. It was Jeff. Blaine shot Jeff a pleading look. The Warbler turned to leave, looking slightly guilty, but then they heard it.
"So how long do you think it will be before the transfer papers arrive?" Hunter Clarington. And he was clearly headed towards them. Jeff shot the pair a desperate look. Blaine slid off his backpack and threw it across to Sam, gesturing towards the balcony, whilst he placed his blazer back in the cabinet. The footsteps were getting nearer and nearer.
As Blaine ran across the common room Sam had finished securing the rope ladder, and was climbing down. But as Blaine reached the edge, ready to swing himself over the railings onto the ladder, he felt an arm snake around his waist, pulling him in away.
"Hey, killer." A voice sneered in his ear. He struggled, but Sebastian just pulled him in closer and tighter. He saw Trent approaching, a cloth in his hand, and an apologetic look on his face as he neared. And then everything went black.
I'm hoping to update at least once a week, so please stick with me. I hope you like it!