Kurt Hummel as having an extremely good day. He had gotten (although not entirely to anyone's surprise) a perfect score on his French test, which was worth a significant amount of the mark this term, which made him practically skip with joy. On top of that, the Warblers were doing a number from the iconic musical Rent, the wonderful "Seasons of Love", one of his very favourite musical numbers of all time. He was on the verge of flying. The only sad part was that he hadn't seen Blaine since this morning, when he informed him that he was taking the day off to meet with a couple of his friends from his old high school.

And then he heard an extremely loud noise that sounded like a girl trying to get past several boys and men.

"Let me through, God damn it!" a young woman's voice was yelling.

"You're not allowed in here!" a boy that Kurt recognized as Ben was saying, "it's an all-boys school, there are no girls allowed!"

"Oh to HELL with the rules!" the girl was screaming now, her voice reminding Kurt very much of a white Mercedes. "Let me through, it's important!" He turned around to see a very surprising sight. A short-ish curvy girl with wavy brown hair and vibrant pink streaks wearing a brown leather jacket, skinny jeans, fingerless black gloves and Doc Martins was pushing her way past five boys, extremely large, strong boys. She sprinted in his direction. "Wes! David!" she called, and Kurt turned to see them rushing down the stairs.

"Oh my God, Karmina! What in the name of -" Wes started but was cut off.

"Sorry Wes, as much as I'd love to catch up with you guys, I need to find Kurt Hummel." That startled Kurt.

"That's me!" he exclaimed raising his hand a bit while David looked around and Wes was clearly preparing himself to ask why. The girl that looked maybe a year or two younger than himself was rushing towards him, although it only took her a couple of steps before she stopped, grabbed his hand and started pulling.

"I'll explain later!" she screamed over her shoulder. He looked back and saw Wes and David exchanging extremely worried looks. The little girl pulled him over to what he recognized, thanks to Burt Hummel, as a 1973 Jeep. "Get in, please, Kurt." He was on the verge of running away, but the panic and pleading in her voice and her big, and oddly familiar eyes convinced him to get in the car, and that it was important. So he got in the car and buckled up. She got into the driver's seat, buckled, and pulled out of Dalton Academy's parking lot. Kurt noticed her extremely worried expression.

"Hey," he said softly, and to his surprise, she jumped slightly. She sighed. "Um," he continued a little nervous now. She was obviously around his age, take a year or two, but she looked like she'd been through as much as he had. "So . . . not to make you uncomfortable or anything," he mumbled a bit, which made her chuckle, if a little forced, "but . . . who are you and why did you just basically kidnap me?"

This really made her laugh, though it wasn't a happy laugh. It was bit of a dark laugh. "I really didn't want to meet you this way, Kurt," she sighed, "but this is an emergency." Kurt shifted a little in his seat, which didn't go unnoticed by the driver. "My name is Karmina Anderson, and I am Blaine's little sister."