A/N: Welcome back, wonderful people! ;D

How was my vacation, you ask? It was extremely relaxing and very eventful! For example, I ate and danced at a restaurant located in an office parking lot, my two friends and I nearly died while snorkeling (Our float almost crashed into a giant rock... but I saved us!), I have an EXTREMELY unwanted tan on my face, I never did get the onion rings I wanted (or the ice cream), and my little brother attempted to teach me French (FAILURE). ISN'T THAT THE BESTEST VACATION EVER OR WHAT? :D :D :D

But anyway, I have returned with the answer to your suspense. You may no longer wait in agony. :)

On another note, you may have noticed, but the title of this chapter is pretty minor and unimportant a AVPM reference. I'll hopefully add more IMPORTANT ones, because Glee fanfiction is never good without a little AVPM and AVPS. ^-^

Speaking of Klaine, there's some in this chapter! Finally! :D I've been having a problem getting it in there earlier 'cause it's hard to do it when they don't know each other that well. Plus, I think I've been doing too much Finn POV. The problem is he's in a lot of parts, and, well, he's the easiest to write... And I'm starting to like Finn a lot more than I used to. Kurt was right, his stupidity is charming. XD

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee or any of its characters. If I did, Puck would have more solos and Blaine would have transferred to McKinley rather than Kurt transferring to Dalton.

Blue Powder Power

As Prince Blaine groped the walls of the pitch black hallway, he wondered about the time. Queen Sylvester was expecting her coach to arrive in about an hour, which means he only had that much time left.

He had arrived with a portion of his guard and a ready coach about two hours earlier so he had plenty of time to investigate the castle grounds for whatever secrets the Queen of McKinley may have been hiding. It had taken him approximately forty-five minutes to sneak into the castle unnoticed by McKinley's surprisingly weak guard while his men waited outside the kingdom walls for him to return so they could pick up the royal family. He had to hide for a good twenty-five minutes or so to wait for the royal gardener to leave the courtyard so he could investigate there first. He searched thoroughly for maybe a half an hour before having to hide again when a knight carrying a preserved dress walked through to get into the castle. From there, Blaine continued his search, but found nothing. He planned on using the hour and ten minutes he had left hopefully finding something of a hint somewhere in the castle, but his plan changed when he noticed something.

There was a single rose in the middle of a large patch of tulips. Blaine knew the trick. People used it to hide their spare house keys. But he had a feeling it wasn't a key that was buried under that one misfit rose.

When he stuck his hand in the soil under the tulip, he could feel something. It felt like some kind of dead bolt lock. As Blaine turned the switch, he jumped in surprise at the sound of concrete moving behind him. There was a large statue of the Queen in the middle of the courtyard, and right in front of it, the ground dropped to reveal stairs leading underground. Blaine was triumphant in his search.

He hurried down the stairs and found another switch, turning it and closing the entrance before someone came to see what all the noise was. It was too dark to see, but he managed to feel his way down the stone passageway, hoping it would lead to something brighter.

And now, here the Prince of Dalton was, still searching, with only one hour left to find out just what Queen Sylvester could be hiding.

After what felt like an eternity of walking and hoping for light, he felt a dead end.

Was that it? Was that all this hidden passageway lead to? Had he missed something? He must have. It was too dark to confirm anything, though. Maybe if he tried feeling the other wall on the way back, he'd feel something. He was about to turn around when his arm brushed against some kind of metal bump on the dead end wall.

His hand flew to it. It was a doorknob.

Without hesitation, he turned the knob and pushed. He could feel the wall budge slightly, but it didn't open. He pushed again. A crack of light poured in. Again.

It was open.

Blaine stumbled into a brightly lit room, landing on a red velvet carpet. He picked his head up to see what looked like a very highly decorative living room. It had a comfy couch, a stone fireplace, a fancy coffee table, and was surrounded with priceless antiques and royal paintings.

Blaine scrambled to his feet and turned around. The passageway door he had just opened had swung itself shut as soon as he had hit the floor. He ran over to what was now nothing but a shelf full of beautiful glass pots, feeling the edges to see if he could open it again, but it wouldn't move. He tried harder, but still nothing happened. He gave it one final tug before giving up.

Unfortunately, that tug was enough to knock one of glass pots off of the shelf. He didn't notice until he heard the crash.

Blaine spun around, his eyes meeting the mess he had made. If the Queen came to her secret hideout, or whatever this place was, and saw that, she'd know someone had been there. Pieces of painted glass were scatted across the floor, as well as the contents of the pot. Apparently, it had been filled with blue powder, staining the velvet carpet. Blaine rushed over to pick up the piece and hide them.

But as he knelt next to the mess, the blue powder began to move.

He jumped back as the powder rose and collected itself together in a small tornado in the air. The blue tornado slowly grew larger as more of the powder was sucked in. Blaine could feel the wind picking up, which wasn't a favor for the room full of delicate valuables. Glass was shattering across the floor as vases and tiny figurines were knocked over. Blaine had to dodge a few that fell from the shelf above him.

The tornado reached the ceiling, and from there is started to morph. The blue powder had formed a large sphere in the air, and quickly started melting together to create a solid. Blaine drew his sword, pointing it at the scaly ball that was forming from the powder.

The wind slowly came to a halt once the transformation was complete.

The brave Prince had never seen anything like it. It was a giant, scaly, round, shark toothed dragon that had been formed from what had originally looked like glitter on the floor. It looked like a blue beach ball with two long, sharp tails, claws, tiny bat wings, and many, many pointy teeth. It looked down at him with its perfectly round eyes, licking its thick, plump lips. Blaine had awkwardly mixed feelings about this creature. It looked as if it wanted to play with him, which was pretty cute... But also looked as if it wanted to eat him. Play with him, then eat him. Yup, that wasn't exactly the most comforting thought.

Blaine's only solution was to kill it, and wonder about it later. But nothing was happening. The creature just looked down at him... Wait, was it smiling? It was more of a cheerful smile than a menacing one. This only disturbed the Prince further. He needed to kill this thing right now before it gave him nightmares.

As Blaine was about to charge his sword at the monster, he jumped back, hands flying up to block his ears and cringe away at the deafening screech it suddenly belted out of it's throat (If it even had a throat, it's head and body were pretty much the same thing). Once it stopped, Blaine opened his eyes to see the creature had vanished. He whipped around and found it slipping through the large doors on the other side of the room, that which Blaine was completely unaware of its existence. He readied his sword once again and chased after it.

The minute he stepped out the door to follow it, he heard and scream, and immediately processed what was happening from his surroundings.

The passageway had somehow lead him into the castle, into a room full of family valuables, he presumed. The monster had escaped the room and was now loose in the castle, and within seconds of breaking free it was already in the process of claiming its first victim, who Blaine saw to be Prince Kurt, lying face down on the ground with a bloody gash planted in his back. The creature had whipped one of its vine-like tail at him, and was now wrapping it around his waist to lift him of the ground.

"Kurt!" Blaine immediately charged towards the beast, his sword pointing straight for what he hoped was it's chest, or at least an area where he would hit a major organ. He didn't have time to reach it before he was flying across the room due to the impact from the creature's other tail crashing into him. He hit the wall before dropping down on his hands and knees. His sword had flown in the opposite direction. He scrambled to his feet to retrieve it, but stumbled as the creature's tail thumped against the ground in front of him, blocking his path and creating a mighty earthquake.

Blaine knew the McKinley guard must be on their way to see what all the noise was. If they caught him inside the castle uninvited, the Queen would not be happy. In his favor, he'd have to retreat before he was spotted. But he couldn't leave Kurt. He had to save him. But he was trapped, with no way of reaching his weapon. How was he going to fight this thing without a sword?

Suddenly, a pair of doors right next to Blaine's lost sword flung open. Blaine spun around to see a knight standing there, his sword already drawn. He was alone. Why the hell was he alone? Where was the rest of the guard? If this were taking place at Dalton, the monster would already be roped and stabbed before it could hurt anybody. Were the McKinley guard really that slow?

The knight's expression went from horror (at the creature) to shock (at Prince Kurt) and then to confusion (at Prince Blaine) all within a course of five seconds. "Prince Blaine? What are you doing here?"

"No time to explain!" Blaine shouted quickly. "Quick! Grab my sword! It's over- OOF!" The Prince choked on his command as the monster's tail came around and slammed him against the wall, holding him there tight enough to crush his lungs so he could hardly breathe.

Fortunately, the knight got the message, and rushed to pick up Blaine's sword. Before the suffocating Prince knew it, he was on the ground, taking in a deep breath, as well as covering his ears as the creature let out another unbearable screech. The knight had stuck the sword into it's tail, and it was now drawing black goo that must have been blood. The liquid burned through the red carpet as it dripped from the wound. It was probably the most gruesome thing the knight had ever seen, for he was clearly going to upchuck at any moment.

Blaine, who was unaffected by the nasty sight, jumped to his feet and darted towards his sword, which was still imbedded into the tail. He reached up and clutched the handle, yanking it out of the skin. Without hesitation, he swung the blade down and cut straight through the base of the tail.

He jumped back and, once again, blocked his ears at the noise he was somehow growing used to. When he picked his head up, he could see the whites of the creatures eyes slowly turning blood red with boiling anger. He really pissed the thing off, didn't he?

"Where are the rest of the knights?" Blaine turned to face the knight, who didn't look like he was prepared for this kind of thing.

"Um..." He stuttered, "Th-they're probably on their way, but they may be on the other side of the castle grounds... It takes a while-"

"Then why are you here?" Blaine interrupted.

"B-because I was c-called here to bring the Princess a dress... and I was on my way back and-"

"Good enough. What is your name?"

"Um... Sir Finn Hudson, your Highness..."

"Are you skilled with a sword, Sir Finn?"

"I'm McKinley's most noble knight. Of course I'm skilled with a sword! But this thing..."

"Just help me rescue the Prince before the guard shows up!"

"O-okay!" Sir Finn held his sword out in a ready position, but of course he was anything but ready to battle this thing. He'd never seen anything like it. He'd fought trolls, witches, other knights, mermaids, giant pixies... But he'd never encountered anything as disturbing as whatever this monster was. But it was his duty to protect the royal family of McKinley as well as the kingdom, so he had to fight alongside the Prince of Dalton, even if he had no clue how he was involved in all of this.

Now, the monster was presenting it's new weapon. It opened it's mouth and out of it came his sharp, wet tongue, ready for attack. Finn felt even more disgusted as saliva landed on the floor where the blood had burned holes in the carpet.

Both the Prince and the knight dodged in different directions as the tongue whipped itself in their direction. Blaine stopped himself against the wall, while Finn's face met the floor. Blaine held up his sword and went for the beast, dodging to the right as the tongue darted at him, then to the left. Once he was close enough, he crouched down, making the impression that he was going to leap into the air. The distraction worked, and the creature whipped its tongue over Blaine's head. But instead of jumping, the skilled Prince ran straight forward, still crouched low, and circled around the confused creature to it's second tail. He lifted his sword and leaped forward, bringing it down to slice it off at the nub.

Another screech. This one lasted the longest.

Along with the detached tail, Prince Kurt lay face up on the floor, his eyes wide open. Forgetting the upset beast, Blaine ran directly to him, getting down on his knees to check his pulse. He was still alive. He was still conscious, but he wasn't moving. The only part of him that moved was his chest, which was heaving up and down, obviously trying to catch his breath.

From across the hall, Finn jumped to his feet. The monster had stopped screaming, and now it seemed to have reached its boiling point. It was no longer smiling that creepy, unnerving smile. Its sharp teeth were showing through its displeased lips as he turned around to face Blaine, who was on the ground aiding the injured Kurt. Finn could see the two stubs on the back of the creature that was left of it's two tails, and suddenly got the picture. The thing was really, really pissed off. And it was about to get pay back while Prince Blaine was distracted.

Finn gripped the handle of his sword and ran for the creature as it unhinged its jaw, slowly revealing its deadly tongue. It pulled its tongue back, ready to lunge at the Prince, then hauled itself forward. Just in time, Finn leaped in, blocking its path, and pointed the tip of his sword straight forward. The tip of the creature's tongue plunged right into the blade.

The blood that emerged from the painful wound and the menacing cry that came from it's throat didn't stop the knight as he continued to plunge his sword deeper until he reached it's mouth. He stuck the sharp blade further in until it pierces the back of its throat, which instantly spewed the disgusting black goo all over him and his surroundings.

The creature couldn't scream anymore. Instead, it paled, its huge eyeballs rolling up into the back of its head as it lost flight and fell to the ground, a river of blood flowing from its mouth. Finn jumped back, trying to avoid getting more of the disgusting liquid onto him. But it was already too late for that.

After that, everything seemed surprisingly quiet.

Sir Finn looked down at his armor and nearly gagged. He was covered in blood. He wouldn't have minded if it were just the normal sticky red stuff he grew used to, but this was more like dark swamp gunk, and it smelled horrific. And knowing it was supposed to be blood didn't help very much. Taking a shower was on the top of his to-do list.

He turned to face Prince Blaine, who he now saw also desperately needed a shower. So did Prince Kurt, who seemed to be okay... Sort of. He didn't look like he could really move, but his eyes were still wide open, and judging by the sound of his breathing he was clearly alive. Blaine put a hand under him and turned him over so he was lying on his side, a grimace on his face.

Finn knelt down on the other side of him. "Is he okay?"

"I don't know," Blaine replied, gently lowering Kurt so he was once again lying on his back. "He's still breathing, but his limbs are paralyzed. And there's a huge gash on his upper back that may have caused it. I think the creature hit him with the tip of its tail. It must have some kind of poison in it."

"Poison?" A little red flag went up in Finn's mind. "Is he gonna die?"

Blaine shook his head. "No, not that kind of poison. It's supposed to keep its victim vulnerable long enough for it to finish the job. But I don't know if it's temporary or if there may be a cure or if there's even a way..."

Finn really should be worrying about Kurt like Blaine was, but he still had a question that was bothering him. This was probably the worst time to bring it up, but the suspense was killing Finn to the point where he just couldn't hold it in anymore. He brought his gaze from Kurt up to Blaine, who was clearly upset. Yup, definitely not the best time to ask. But he was going to ask anyway. "Prince Blaine, why are you here?"

Blaine sighed, lifting his head to meet the knight's eyes. "If you promise not to tell anyone I was ever here, I'll tell you."

Finn nodded, lifting up his pinky finger. "Pinky swear, man."

Blaine ignored the childish statement and sighed. "My father asked me to snoop around the castle grounds for anything Queen Sylvester may be hiding. I wouldn't have done it if I didn't agree with him, she is definitely keeping everyone in the dark about something. I ended up finding a secret passageway in the courtyard, and it lead to that room over there." He jerked his head over to the open door at the other end of the hall. "The door closed behind me, and when I tried to open it, I knocked over one of the glass pots... and there was this blue powder. You're not gonna believe this, but that dead monster over there came from that powder."

Finn's eyes widened. "You mean... You mean that thing was in the royal family's antiques room?"

Blaine nodded. "I guess that means it belongs to the Queen somehow."

Finn was completely speechless. He had never heard of there being any secret passageways in any part of the castle, which he didn't think was possible since he knew practically every square inch of the place. He's fiddled with so many things, how did he miss anything that could of opened a secret door? And why would it lead to the antique room? But most importantly, why the hell was there a monster in there?

It must be true. The Queen was keeping some kind of secret... But what?

"The guard will be here soon," Blaine interrupted his thoughts abruptly. "I have to go. Make sure Kurt it taken care of, and tell no one I was here. If they ask, say a thief broke in and knocked the pot over. They need to know where it came from."

Finn nodded quickly, turning his gaze towards the door. He could hear the distant footsteps of the McKinley guard (Jeez, took them long enough!) coming closer. Blaine looked down at Kurt one last time, sighing deeply as he lightly brushed the boy's cheek, looking straight into his frightened eyes. He prayed he'd be okay. If this were permanent, he'd never forgive himself.

"Dude, I thought you were leaving!"

Blaine gasped as he heard distant voices, then nodded, scrambling to his feet and fleeing in the opposite direction. He vanished just as the knights of McKinley veered the corner and entered the scene.

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?"

The doors to Kurt's bedroom flung open as Queen Sylvester stormed in, seething with rage at the news she had just received. Her son was lying stiff on the bed, his breathing finally growing steady until the Queen barged in noisily. Beside him, Princess Rachel was pressing a damp cloth onto his forehead, holding a dry towel above it to avoid getting his hair wet. Sir Finn and Sir Puckerman were behind her, suddenly alarmed as they rushed over to the raging woman approaching them.

"Y-your Highness!" Finn quickly bowed in respect with Puck. "Someone broke into the antique room and accidentally knocked a pot off the shelves. I was there. There was this giant beast that came out of the pot, and-"

"You mean that horrific thing staining my carpet!" The Queen hissed, venom leaking from her tone. "Why are you here and not getting rid of it? Do you have any much this castle now reeks of blood and guts?"

"Um, w-we have others taking c-care of it, Your H-highness," Puck stuttered quickly, clearly sweating from under his helmet. Queen Sylvester was the only thing in the world that shook brave Sir Puck's to the core. "W-we were just aiding t-the Prince. The... The thing p-paralyzed him something..."

"But he's getting better," Finn added. "He can move his head and talk and breathe and stuff, but he can't move his, well, arms... or legs..."

"Out of my way!" Sue shoved them aside and made her way to her injured son. Puck caught himself on the wall, but Finn ended up loosing his balance and hitting the ground. His friend offered his hand and helped him up.

"Thanks, man," Finn nodded to him.

"No problem," Puck replied, "Hey, I was just thinking, what if that thief that broke into the antique room is still in the castle? Shouldn't we be working on catching him before he causes even more trouble?"

"Um..." Finn bit his lip. He wasn't sure if Prince Blaine had escaped by now. He might have, but if he was still in the castle, Finn had to give him more time. "Actually... I don't think that guy is in the castle anymore, so..."

"How do you know?" Puck raised an eyebrow.

Finn desperately searched for an excuse, until it slipped out. "The monster ate him."

It was quiet for a moment, until Puck suddenly exploded in a fit of comedic laughter. "Wow, karma's just a real bitch, ain't it? That's the most hilarious thing I've heard in weeks! Man, I wish I could've seen that!"

Finn let out a small chuckle and faked a smile along with him. "Yeah, it was pretty funny... But it was kinda hard to laugh, ya know? I mean, the Prince was in danger, and yeah..."

"Oh yeah, man, you should totally get a gold metal for that!" Puck gave him a hard pat on the shoulder. "I mean, that thing was attacking you with its razor frog tongue, and you killed it and saved Prince Kurt's life! You're a real man!"

Sudden realization punched Finn hard in the stomach. For a while he had been thinking that it was all Blaine's work, saving Prince Kurt with his awesome fighting and dodging skills, almost as if he were some kind of super ninja, but he totally forgot that he was the one who saved both their lives and that he stabbed the thing in the throat and killed it. He didn't even think he could do that! "Whoa... Dude, I didn't even think about that until just now. I'm... I'm a total badass now, aren't I?" A proud grin formed on his face.

"Okay, listen, dude," Puck placed a firm hand on Finn's shoulder. "Tonight, if and when the royal family leave for that ball in Dalton, we're having a kick ass party in the knight's tavern. I'm taking an all nighter of beer, battles, and your inner badass. You up for it?"

"Totally!" Finn beamed.

They pounded fists before cringing in fear as the Queen started yelling. "I thought I told you idiots to get a move on and clean up the mess you made in the hall!"

The two were out the door within seconds.

"But, Mother!" Rachel continued to plead after the knights had left. "The coach is probably already on its way, and we can't force them to go back after taking the time to come and pick us up! And Kurt is getting so much better!"

"I can move my fingers, see?" Kurt waved his fingers up and down to prove it. "And I'm already starting to feel the nerves in my back. Besides, you don't want to stick around while the creature's body is still reeking up the castle, right? By the time we get back they'll have gotten rid of it!"

Sue just shook her head once again, folding her arms over her chest. "There is no way I'm letting you go to that ball after what just happened! This is a family situation and we're not going anywhere until we've all recovered."

"I'm fine!" Kurt protested.

"You're paralyzed!"

"Your Highness?"

"What?" Sue spun around to face Sir Mike, who was standing in the doorway. He cringed at her vicious tone. "Um... the Prince of Dalton has arrived with your coach..."

The Queen's eyes narrowed into slits. It was bad enough that Shuester had offered them a ride with their stupid guard, but him sending his over-groomed hobbit son to tag along? Like she was going to let Kurt near that pathetic little pretty boy, not after that creepy stalker look he was giving him in the thrown room the previous day. "Tell him to piss off! My son is injured, and I'm not leaving this castle until we've all recovered from this traumatic incident!"

"If that's the case, we're very willing to wait, Queen Sylvester." Speak of the devil, Prince Blaine entered the room as Mike held the door open for him. He flashed a dapper smile to McKinley's royal family, lightly bowing his head in respect. "I heard the Prince was injured. Is there anything I or my guard can do to help? We can wait as long as you'd like."

The Queen was about ready to glare at him bitterly until she inhaled a breath, instantly bringing her finger up to block her nose. "My god, did that dead monster smell just suddenly get worse? Shut the door, Chang!"

Mike slammed the door shut instantly. Sue inhaled again, but the horrific smell was still strong. Blaine's polite smile faded, for he knew the scent of the creature's blood was still on him, even though he had carefully wiped it off before he returned to the castle. If the Queen knew it was him...

"Ugh, I don't know if I can take this scent much longer..." The Queen shook her head in dismay. "Alright, Shuester, you win this time. The minute my son is able to twitch a limb in his leg, we're outta here. Oh god, it's getting worse! Chang, come help me find something to mask that horrid scent." Forgetting about the entire situation, Queen Sylvester quickly left the room, followed by Mike, who shut the door behind her.

Blaine let out a sigh of relief, almost forgetting that he was alone with the Prince and Princess. He turned to them, locking eyes with Kurt instantly. He approached the bed. "How are you feeling?" He asked gently.

"I'm actually feeling fine," Kurt replied with a smile. "I can move my neck and fingers, so I'm sure I'll be walking in no time."

"Thank you so much, by the way," Rachel added with a bright grin. "We're so grateful for everything you and your family are trying to do for us. I'm sorry our mother doesn't feel the same way, though. She can be very... Well, she doesn't really enjoy putting trust in people. She's very stubborn."

"It's not a problem," Blaine nodded to her. "And as for the Queen, we don't take offense. My father thinks of it as a fun challenge. As soon as we get through to her, we'll be able to give you our best services."

"Well, we greatly appreciate it." Rachel lifted the damp towel she was holding against her brother's forehead and used the dry towel to wipe away the excess beads of water. She then folded them both neatly and placed them in a metal bowl that was set on the bedside table. "Excuse me, I have to put these away. Do you mind watching my brother until I get back?"

"Of course not," Blaine replied instantly. Rachel quickly gave Kurt a small peck on the forehead before picking up the metal bowl and swiftly heading for the door. Before she left, Blaine quickly added, "You look stunning, by the way, Princess." Rachel beamed once again before giving him a curtsy and shutting the door behind her.

"Blaine?"

The Dalton Prince turned to face the McKinley Prince. "Yes?"

Kurt moved his fingers as a signal for Blaine to take his head. It took Blaine a few seconds to figure out what it meant before he slowly reached out to take it. Their fingers intertwined slowly. Kurt was holding his hand tightly. Blaine looked confused. Kurt smiled up at him.

"Thank you for saving me."

A/N: AH HA! CLIFF HANGER! I am so evil! LOL, no, actually I only stopped there 'cause this chapter was on the bridge of being 8 FREAKIN' PAGES LONG! So the cliff hanger was pretty spontaneous, I guess. Even though it's not that suspenseful... But hey, look, there's Klaine! Yay! And it only took me three chapters to really get there! Whoo hoo! XD

Hey, guess what time it is? SPONTANEOUS CONTEST TIME, THAT'S WHAT! :D :D :D

YAY A CONTEST!: Make up a funny Soviet Russia joke and put it in your review IN RUSSIAN, and I will pick the best one and let that reviewer name the monster that is introduced in this chapter!

Example: В Советской России, вы не можете найти Вальдо, Вальдо найдет вас. (In Soviet Russia, you don't find Waldo, Waldo finds YOU.)

I recommend you use an online translator to get the Russian scribe, because I can't translate it if the scribe is in English. THE DEADLINE IS BY THE TIME CHAPTER 5 IS POSTED. So, good luck!

Yup, that was also pretty spontaneous, huh? Huh? Huh? Huh huh? :D Yeah, I'm FULL of spontaneous-ness right now! (Spontaneously combusts into flames)

NEXT UPDATE: Okay, I have bad news. We've reached the dreaded point in this fanfiction. I've officially caught up to an unfinished chapter. Chapter 4, I hate to say, is not finished. D: I'll have you know in my past fanfiction history, when I catch up like this, I normally don't get to finish. Ever. It's my ADD that does it. BUT, the GOOD news is, we've been having a frequent amount of snow days, and I've been rather pumped about this particular fanfiction lately. I'm sure I'll have plenty of time after posting this chapter to finish Chapter 4 and hopefully get moving on Chapter 5 while getting all my homework done at the same time. Just need a favor from you guys; if I don't update by the time I promise I will, SEND ME MESSAGES TO REMIND ME. Don't be afraid to tell me I missed my goal date. My next update will be either Tuesday night, Wednesday in the afternoon, or early Thursday morning. If I have not updated by Thursday, remind me. Thanks. :D

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NEXT TIME: Prince Kurt and Prince Blaine bond over healing time. Princess Rachel does some snooping of her own, only to find she's not the only one. Queen Sylvester takes precaution. When the coach is out of sight, the knights start to party all night. Sir Mike isn't so lucky. And Sir Puckerman gets pwned... AGAIN.

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