A/N: So, I don't really know what this is. I just wrote this, oddly inspired by my 29-page-long document with weird prompts in it (mostly from NaNo), but the results of this won't be immediate in here. I'm aware not much happens in here, but it's something, right? Also, I hope people still like this - the amount of reviews has dropped drastically, so I'm not sure if that's any indication...? Please let me know if there are any mistakes in here whatsoever (that would be very helpful; plus, it's past midnight here and I'm not sure if I'm fully coherent at the moment).

Small rant: NBK aired here tonight, and though I'd already seen it, I watched it again. I think last week I read an author's note mentioning that the Teenage Dream performance had been sped up or something in the UK - as was the case here! Why, though? It's not like the song sounds better that way... :(

Anyway, hopefully you'll enjoy the chapter!

Thankfully, the remainder of the drive went by in silence. Wes didn't say anything anymore, and David didn't seem too comfortable either.

"What if this is just a ploy?" he exclaimed in the end. Blaine figured the silence had become too much for the boy. "What if New Directions kidnapped Kurt and now want us to come there and then they kidnap us too till Regionals is over!"

Blaine shook his head, his eyes glued to the road – it was actually pretty busy and chaotic. "That's abs- " he started, but he was quickly cut off by Wes.

"Absolutely plausible!" he almost shouted. "Why didn't I think of that before? Turn around, Blaine. Seriously, turn around. We're not doing this."

"Yes, we are," Blaine said sternly. "We're almost there anyway. They won't kidnap us."

Chancing a glance in the rear-view mirror, he almost did a double take. The usually calm and collected council members were shifting in their seats. Wes was staring ahead with large eyes and David was looking out of the window as if he was convinced that every moment now, something could happen to them.

"Guys," Blaine tried, "nothing's going to happen. We're going to be fine. Trust me."

David muttered something that sounded like, "Never doing that again," but Blaine could be mistaken. He hoped he was, anyway.

About five minutes later, Blaine passed the exit for Lima, and he made sure to look for a nearby gas station. He could do with some fuel, especially if they were going to go to Indiana.

They were going to Indiana. Oh God. Who knew what town Aural Intensity was from – what if it was somewhere in the south west of the state?

He almost missed the sign for the gas station, but he managed to get to the exit in time. Wes and David, however, ended up in a small heap in the backseat. Well, it wasn't Blaine's fault if they weren't wearing their seatbelts, right?

After filling up his car, he pulled into a parking space, and soon noticed that they were the only people there.

"Aren't they here yet?" Wes didn't sound very pleased. "I hope they hurry up. I'd like to be back at Dalton before curfew."

"It doesn't look like it," David muttered, looking around as well. "I hope we'll get out of this alive. If Kurt's stories about that Sue Sylvester woman are true, I'm scared."

They hung around the car for another ten minutes, when three cars approached them at what seemed like full speed. A moment later, David had pushed Blaine out of the way, and the first car had – accidentally, Blaine hoped – bumped into Blaine's car. There probably wasn't that much damage, but it didn't look pretty. Blaine stared at his car, aghast, as people started jumping out of the three new cars.

"Oh God, Finn, we really shouldn't have let you drive." Rachel was standing next to Blaine now and cringed at the sight of his car. "Look what you've done! I thought you'd got past the whole mailman thing!"

And indeed, Kurt's stepbrother blinked sheepishly as he slowly got out of his (barely damaged) car as well. "Wow," he muttered, seeming at a loss for words. "Sorry, dude."

"Sorry?" Wes asked incredulously. "That's all you have to say?"

Finn shrugged, and one of the other guys replied, "What more can he do?"

"You're not driving anymore, Finn," another boy said. "Give me your keys."

"I'm sorry, but how are we going to get… wherever you want to go?" Wes asked, clearly not happy with the New Directions bunch.

"There's still room in our cars," a blond girl responded, doing a quick count. "We're with eleven, you're with three…" So New Directions had really come almost in its entirety.

"This was all you could find?" Rachel asked, turning to have a better look at David and Wes. "Are they up to it?"

"Up to what, exactly?" Blaine asked, now starting to become a little scared. "And, what's going to happen to my car?"

Rachel looked pointedly at Finn, who seemed to have a hard time deciphering whatever message she was trying to get through. "Oh!" he finally exclaimed, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a phone. "I'll call Burt, he'll have your car fixed by the time we get back."

"So he knows you're skipping school because you think Kurt is abducted?" For some reason, Blaine found this hard to believe.

"No…," Finn replied guiltily.

"We haven't told him of our suspicions yet," Mercedes entered the conversation, giving Blaine a small grin in greeting. "We don't want to worry him. Kurt would have our heads if we told him." After a short silence, she told Finn, "Just call Burt when we get back. We don't have time for this anyway. Once we have Kurt, he won't need to worry anymore and we can tell him what we've been up to."

Grudgingly, Blaine left behind his car (after locking it, of course) and climbed into the backseat of the car that had caused so much damage to it in the first place. Soon, however, he noticed that he was surrounded by Finn, Rachel, and two McKinley students he didn't know.

"Wait," he said, alarmed. "Where are Wes and David?"

"Behind us," Rachel replied, and Blaine craned his neck to see. He could vaguely make out the tops of their heads – at least they were together – in the car driven by the blond guy.

"So you'll make sure my car will get fixed?" he asked Finn accusingly, and the taller boy actually squirmed in his seat.

"I'm really sorry, Blaine," he told him. "I didn't mean to – I just… have some trouble seeing how far away people are, sometimes."

At least Finn was now in the passenger seat. The girl sitting next to Rachel leaned over the shorter girl and held out her hand for Blaine to shake. "Hi Blaine, I'm Tina," she introduced herself. "And this – " she added, pointing at the boy who was, by now, driving the car, "is Mike."

"Nice to meet you two," Blaine muttered.

"We tried to keep Finn from driving," Mike informed him with a small grin, "but he insisted."

Blaine shrugged. "It's fine. Well, it's not, obviously, but… there's not much that can be done about it now."

"I know!" Finn suddenly exclaimed. "We'll get you a helicopter! Those are so cool! You'll forgive me then, right?"

Blaine – and the other three occupants of the car – stared at Finn for a full minute before recovering.

"Finn," he told the other boy as gently as he could, "I don't really want a helicopter."

He was sure Finn pouted at that. "But they're awesome!" he protested.

"Yes, yes, they're totally awesome," Rachel said, waving him off. "Anyway, Blaine, about the plan…"

A/N: Well, what did you think? Sorry about the AVPM reference; I couldn't resist :) Let me know what you think, please review!