Finn freaked. "Oh God. Kurt, man. Um, um..."

He coughed again, but he looked as if he was trying to say something behind the liquid blocking his voice fro escaping. Mercedes knew that look. He looked intent on it. She leaned down to him.

"What is it baby?"

"...m-my... p- ocket..."

Mercedes frowned. "They emptied all our pockets."

Kurt nodded shakily. "...p-a..nt ... leg..."

Mercedes was puzzled. She looked at Kurt's bloody black suit pants and her eyes met the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. A pocket. A pocket in the shin of his pants.

She laughed. "Why on earth..." She looked down at him admirably.

He smiled lightly. "...i-it's...me..."

She smiled back. Finn tried, some way, to get at the pocket so he could open it.

"Okay, this is going to be difficult." He twisted his body in numerous, and if the situation were different, hilarious ways to see if he could reach the zip with his hands, but to no avail. "Damn it. I can't reach."

"Let me try." Brittany scooted over to Kurt's legs. She backed into them and without even looking zipped open the pocket and reached in. Finn stared at her with a smile.

"How did you do that?"

She turned to him. "My massaganist taught me."

Mercedes thought. "Your "massaganist" taught you how to open a shin pocket with your hands tied behind your back?"

She didn't answer. Instead she threw an object lightly onto Kurt's stomach. Everyone gasped.

It was a phone.

"Brittany. Kurt. I could kiss you both right now." Puck beamed.

Rachel smiled. "Okay. How are we going to-"

"I'm on it." Brittany, shoes already off, managed to unlock the phone with her foot. "How do you spell 911?"

Finn leaned in. "Just dial the numbers Britt." She did. Finn put his head down against the phone on Kurt's damaged stomach. There was silence for a moment.

"Hello, hi. My name's Finn Hudson and me and the Glee club are being held hostage in a garage...

McKinley High, yes...

We were on the Lincoln Highway travelling from Ohio to New York...

Yeah, a school bus...

We need an ambulance, one of my friends is hurt really bad...

Please hurry, they have guns and our teacher is with them...

Okay..."

He turned to them. "They're gonna get the license plate of the bus from Principal Figgins and trace it to us. They've been looking for us already so they're in the area." He smiled and let out a sigh.

"Thank God." Tina said as she lightly laughed. Everybody relaxed, to a degree.

Finn turned back to the phone. "Brittany, I need your foot again."

Rachel asked. "What are you doing?"

"I'm calling Burt."

"I'm sure the police have reached him, Finn."

"I need to call him."

After Brittany dialled he put his head down to the phone.

"Burt? It's Finn...

I'm fine yeah, but Kurt's not doing good..."

All of a sudden the door burst open. Marcus stormed out.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing!"

He ran over and grabbed the phone off Kurt's stomach. He stared at him.

"Is this yours, boy?"

Kurt stared up at him through heavy, red, terrified eyes. He angrily threw the phone against the wall. He grabbed Kurt by the shirt and hauled him off of Finn and Mercedes. He threw him to the ground and kept him in place by resting his boot on Kurt's stomach. Suddenly he pulled out a gun from his pants and aimed it down at Kurt.

"Oh my God!"


TBC