I had far too much spare time on my hands. I got bored doing an essay about Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (still have to find out his contributions to mankind... huh) and wrote this. Guess that means I'm going to continue it!

Days passed. Sign-ups were put up. Effort was put forth by the three co-directors. They hatched plans, they disposed of ones too risky (fireworks would've been amazing, if they were legal on school grounds). They tried bribery, but even that didn't work. No one wanted to be a Gloser.

By Day Four, they stopped having regular meetings.

By Day Ten, they gave up hope.

By Day Fourteen, they all stopped mentioning it.

It was on Day Eighteen that things looked up for the first time.

"...En raison classe supérieure!" Mr. Hummel quickly added as the bell rang. The students packed up and left the room through the door that always seemed to be ajar. Luckily, Kurt didn't have a class next block, leaving him to relax. And scrape all that icky gum off from under the desks.

"Monsieur Hummel?"

Kurt turned from erasing the board to face one of his students. "Alex? Is something the matter?"

With bone-straight hair of dark strawberry blonde that fell across her shoulders and eyes like teak wood, Alex was a beautiful girl growing to be a fine woman. It's a shame she had no friends.

"Monsieur Hummel, I want to rejoin Glee Club," she said firmly. Kurt fought a snort as hard as he could, but a snigger still escaped. He really shouldn't be laughing; Alex hardly ever speaks up, let alone firmly.

"Alex, you realize you'd be the only student?" Kurt pointed out. Surprisingly, Alex nodded. "You know that we can't really do anything with only one student?" Alex nodded again. "You remember when you quit the first time?"

"In my defense, it was put to a vote and I was outnumbered."

"Why on Earth would you want to rejoin now? There's nothing left to rejoin," Kurt said, exasperated. Alex looked at her shoes. She had receded back to being that quiet and alone girl she always was. When she spoke, it was hardly above a whisper.

"We still meet with each other. Every Thursday after school at Andrew's."

This was news to Kurt. As far as he was aware, the former Glee members had split up and never glanced each other's way unless they had the same social standing. He hadn't paid much attention to the current stand of the school, however. He was far too busy grading papers and deciphering the horrid French to do something like that.

"Today... is Thursday," Kurt realized after a moment. Alex only continued to breathe. "Wait, why are you telling me this?"

"Because last meeting we were worried about your guys' sanity." Kurt turned to the board to hide his face. He could quell the laughter that was rising, but the grin would give him away. Sane! "We think that, without New Directions, Mr. Schue might go over the deep end."

Kurt sighed and turned back to Alex. He had regained control of his smile and had turned it into a small, sad one. "Mr. Schuester cannonballed off the deep end long ago. The most recent failure of New Directions hasn't changed that."

Alex sighed and turned to leave. Just before she left, she looked back. "Most recent?"

"Another story for another time. Now get to class or you'll be late."

"... and then she told me they all met on Thursdays after school at Andrew's."

It had been two weeks since their last meeting and they were back at it again. They sat around the English room eating their lunches, for Kurt blatantly refused to eat in the staff lunchroom ("That's a nightmare, Mr. Schue. Far too many people to Bink.") and twitched at the thought of crumbs on his classroom floor. Blaine and William listened closely as Kurt told them the story of Alex. They were as puzzled as Kurt.

"There's no reason to tell you that they all meet, is there?" Blaine questioned. "Unless... Alex wants us to come and watch."

"And how exactly are we to do that?" Kurt laughed. "Peek through the window like stalkers? I don't think so."

"There's a good chance the others don't know Alex told you about their hanging out," Will added. He took a bite of his trademark chocolate chip cookie.

"That's true." Kurt finished his sandwich and promptly began to carefully clean Blaine's desk with the products he kept in his pockets. Every has miniature Mr. Clean products in their pockets all the time nowadays, right? "Should we go?"

"Of course!"

"Of course not!"

Kurt looked up and glanced back and forth from Blaine to Will. They were looking at each other.

"I say you go," Will spoke, finally.

"You were the one that said they probably didn't know Alex told Kurt about their meetings," Blaine rolled his eyes. "Why should we go?"

"Because," Will said, "Alex invited Kurt for a reason. Whether it be because she wants to get everyone to rejoin Glee or just because she wants him to see they still care about each other, I won't pretend to know. But there's a reason, and Kurt should definitely take the opportunity."

"I see where you're coming from, I suppose."

"Woah," Kurt held up his hands. "Who exactly is going on this wild spy expedition?"

"You."

"Us."

Kurt glanced between Blaine and Will. They were glaring at each other this time.

"We're going," Blaine stressed. "Plural. As in: all of us."

"The invitation was issued to Kurt only. If we went along, we might be intruding," Will reasoned.

"Intruding on what exactly?"

"They're teenagers! Intruding on literally anything."

"Very well! Okay! Fine! Alright! Enough!" Kurt interrupted. He had finished cleaning and, while the battle was epic, it had to be broken up. "Mr. Schue, I'm going and you can come along if you want or if you don't that's fine, but Blaine is bound by law to come with me."

Blaine nodded to William in confirmation and mouthed 'It's true'.

"The only issue is that I have no idea who Andrew is nor where he lives."

Will laughed. "Andrew was the jock of Glee. The hockey player?" Kurt's face dawned in comprehension. Mr. Schue had told them about the students, but the names were fleeting. It was a very long time ago, now. "And I don't know where he lives, either."

Kurt bowed his head. "Here Lies The Spy Plan. It Failed."

"Not necessarily," Will smiled. That smile. A kind of creepy smile. A creepy smile that smiles... creepily. "Alex said they hung out right after school." Kurt and Blaine looked on in a skeptical sort of manner. "All you have to do is follow them."

"Easier said than done," Blaine said. "You're the one that said they were teenagers. They're not just going to condense in the same place. Especially not on school grounds."

"Why are you using my words against me?" William asked, not unkindly.

"It's easier to make a point that way," Blaine shrugged.

"Blaine's right, though. They're going to take different paths, maybe leave at different times," Kurt frowned.

"All you have to do is follow Andrew. He's the one going home, isn't he?" Will smiled. His eyes twinkled.

The bell rang and they headed back to their appropriate classrooms.

The halls emptied at the end of Little Friday. It was a giant river leading away from the classrooms as fast as possible, bar a few salmon going back for forgotten items.

The first one of the Glee Clubbers gone: Alex. She had nothing to tie her to school once everyone was released. She grabbed her backpack and Algebra II book (she was a year ahead in math; so what?) and bolted out the door. She left with her dad in his old and dented red truck that everyone sneers looks like Bella Swan's. Saying so just admitted they've seen the movies.

The second Glee Clubber gone: Julia. Her mother demanded she was left right after cheerleading was over and for some unnatural reason, Coach Sylvester wasn't doing after-school practices at current time. They did, however, meet at 4am to run through the rigorous training exercises. Maybe she thought the morning was more torturous? Her mother didn't trust Andrew, but she trusted Mira and allowed Julia to go to Andrew's because she knew that Mira would be there. Julia wondered how her mother even knew Mira existed.

The third and fourth Glee Clubbers gone: Miles and Mira. The twins were hardly ever separated at school, and now was no different. They were in the same social standing, why should they bother attempting to go it alone when they could stick with each other? They headed to their car. Both couldn't wait until they could drive without a licensed adult. Driving around with your older brother all the time was just embarrassing.

The last of the Glee Clubbers gone was Andrew. Finally.

"That's him, isn't it?"

"Looks like it."

Andrew was wearing his hockey jersey and was among a group of guys wearing the exact same thing. They broke off and each headed a different way. Some went home, some went to see if they can pick up girls, and some went to see the biggest things they could get away with stealing. Andrew was heading home.

Kurt and Blaine were standing in the English classroom looking out the window. The French class was right next door and had the same view, but they chose to meet in Blaine's room. They had come across a few bumps in the road of the plan to follow Andrew. For one thing, they didn't have a car.

"I'm not getting in a car."

"I know, Kurt. It's not like we have one anyway."

"Alright, good. I thought you were thinking of stealing Mr. Schue's or something."

". . ."

"No! No car. End of discussion."

"We can't very well stalk him home, can we?"

Turns out they could. Andrew walked home. But then there came the issue of being outside.

"I can't just follow him, Blaine."

"I know. What if I knocked you out?"

"Not funny."

"Okay... This is quite a puzzle."

"What a conundrum."

"What if you Binked him and then we followed him?"

Which explained why they were now making their way outside to intercept Andrew and act like the were heading a different way. It gave Kurt the chance to Bink him and be content when they followed him home. They could only hope that they wouldn't run into anyone on the way. Which led to another problem.

"If he hears you Binking someone, our cover is blown."

"Then he just won't hear me Bink. I'm content with a whisper."

"You never fail to amaze me."

They were following him in the Goldilocks Zone now. Not too close, not too far, but just right. Andrew didn't look behind him and everything was going great. Even Andrew's singing was nice. And for the first time since either of them could remember, nothing went wrong. Right away.

Andrew was enjoying Ke$ha's newest hit too much to know there were teachers behind him. His house was within walking distance, but it got boring walking with nothing to entertain you. So he brought his iPod to school everyday, just for this walk home. It allowed him to let out his voice for a while, especially since he no longer had Glee.

When he made it to his house, he saw that Alex was sitting on his front steps. She had her hands folded on her lap and she watched him approach. He took out his earbuds and went over to her.

"You could've gone inside. You know the door's unlocked." He rolled his earbuds up around his dinosauric iPod as he spoke.

"I know. I was just..." Alex averted her eyes. "Waiting."

"Get inside, Alex. You can't sit here forever. You'll freeze."

"It wouldn't change much. But I guess I will," Alex conceded. Andrew saw her eyes flicker towards the children's park that was his neighbor. He had come from that direction. When he glanced over to see what she was looking at, he only saw a child slowing down on the swings. He didn't think much of it.

Andrew held the door open for Alex as they went inside. Julia, Miles, and Mira had already arrived and were enjoying the cookies and hot chocolate Andrew's mother had made.

"Is that his house?" Blaine whispered to Kurt. They were approaching a big, sky blue house with a park next to it.

"I think so. Is that Alex on the steps?" Kurt squinted to see.

"Oh, shiitake mushrooms," Blaine almost cursed. He slipped into the park with Kurt immediately following after him. Blaine ducked behind the hedges that separated Andrew's house from the park. Kurt crouched next to him, not letting anything touch the dirt but his shoes and his shoes touch nothing but the dirt. He was fidgeting.

"Blaine?" Kurt whispered shakily. He fixed his sights on a single leaf of the bush. "There's Alex on the steps and a boy on the swings behind us."

Without bothering to glance back to see if it was true, Blaine took Kurt's hand and started tapping his palm. Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap. He paused. Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap. Kurt was breathing in and out deeply with his eyes shut, focusing only on the rhythmic tapping. When Blaine had tapped five sets of five, he stopped and removed his hand.

"Alex went inside. I think the boy got my message when I glared at him, and he left, too," Blaine said quietly. He fished a sanitizing wipe from the pack in his pocket and wiped Kurt's hand for him.

"Thanks," Kurt nodded. "Let's go see what those teenagers are up to." Blaine agreed and they stood up. They crept towards the house quietly.

Yerp. I got a tumblr yesterday. HELL YEAH! I'M MOVING UP! Now I just need a facebook, twitter, and whatever else everyone is obsessed with. Don't think that's going to happen, though.