Author's Note :

Hello! I'm Sam. This is my first story on ; I used to write on JBFFA but that website is like, dead. I've been a member on this website for a while now and I've been reading fics on here since 2008...it seems like yesterday though.

I hope you enjoy this story. I apologize for the short chapter, but this is more like a prolouge...

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"Thank you so much for coming out tonight! We love you!" screamed Lea into the microphone. "We couldn't do this without you!"

The final bars of Somebody to Love played out. Everyone was taking their final bows on stage at the Staples Center. Jenna, Kevin, Chord, Heather, and Dianna were waving to fans from the end of the catwalk. Lea, Darren, Amber, and Chris were dancing near the guitarists, and Cory, Naya, and Mark were air drumming with the rest of the Warblers. As soon as the music stopped, the cast exited the stage and ran to their dressing rooms to change and grab their belongings.

Lea, Amber, and Dianna were the first ones done changing so they ran outside, signed some autographs, and headed into the car that was taking them back to their hotel. Minutes later, the rest of the cast made their way to the exit.

All of a sudden, Chris stopped and felt his pockets. "Oh, crap," he said, "I must've forgotten my phone in the dressing room. I'll be right back." Chris then took off running down the hallway.

Minutes passed and Chris still hadn't returned. Cory was getting anxious and Darren could tell that everyone else was tired.

"Why don't you guys go on. I'll wait for Chris." Darren said looking at his watch. "It's getting late and I could tell you guys are tired."

"You sure you're okay with that?" Mark questioned. "We could wait a few more minutes."

Cory yawned as did Jenna. Mark looked to them almost knowing the answer already.

"It's fine. I'll see you guys back at the hotel, okay?" Darren said, turning on his heel to walk towards Chris's dressing room.

"Mhmm..." yawned Cory.

"See you later, dude." added Kevin. With that, they made their way outside, stopping for a few fans before hopping into the back of the Escalade and driving away.

Darren walked down the hallway at a casual pace, humming Teenage Dream, and wondering what could be taking Chris so long. He reached the dressing room door to find it open. He looked inside and saw no one.

"Chris?" he asked, "Are you in here?'

Moments of silence passed before he heard a grunt and saw Chris emerge from under a dek on the far side of the room.

"Chris? What were you doing under that desk? Did you find your phone, yet?"

"No! I can't find it anywhere! I swear I put it right there on the coffee table before we went on stage."

"Have you tried calling it?"

"No. With what phone would I be able to do that with?"

"Oh, erm, here, let me try."

Darren pulled his phone out only to find it dead. "Maybe someone packed it in the wardrobe cases. It's happened to me before."

"Maybe. Where's everyone else?" Chris asked taking one more look around the room.

"They left already. They were tired. I told them I'd wait for you."

"Oh, thanks. Well we better get going. I hope it shows up sooner or later."

"Hopefully." Darren replied leading Chris out of the room.

Before even making it to the exit, the screaming of the waiting fans was already piercing through their ears. A secruity guard lead them outside where the waved to the fans and took a few pictures. The fans were wild. They were pushing, shoving, clawing, and scratching.

"Darren! Could I have a picture with you please?" a fan wearing an I Love Blaine t-shirt asked.

"Sure!" replied Darren walking towards the fan.

Other girls began screaming for Darren, too. Pushing and shoving their way around him. He only assumed the same thing was happening to Chris...and it was. Chris was in the middle of signing a girl's IPod when he felt Darren tug on his arm, telling him it was about time to go.

Darren and Chris made their way through hundreds of screaming fans, being pulled and grabbed at. They kept feeling themselves being pushed around in all directions. They tried keeping their heads down the entire way to the car trying to avoid their current situation.

Finally, they had arrived at the car and the door was opened for them and they hopped in.

"That was crazy." said Darren looking exhausted and defeated.

Chris let out a tired laugh and examined his elbow. "I think someone bit me."

"I wouldn't be suprised if they did. I have claw marks all over me. Damn those girl fans and their long nails." Darren leaned his head back and let out a small chuckle.

The driver started the car and began pulling away from the venue. About ten minutes later, Chris noticed that they were on some kind of deserted road.

"It must be a back road," he thought, shaking off the bad feeling he had in the pit of his stomach.

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So, that's was it. The first chapter. Once again, I'm sorry it was so short. Don't worry, I will post again ASAP!