The Vengeance Fighters was the best club ever but the problem was they were miles away from catching their villains. The cameras had vanished, and when Sam had been in Sues room yesterday nothing suspicious was to be seen. Rachel had wanted to seek the cupboards but Sam had held her back with the reason that Sue could be back any moment. But the real reason was that he was a coward. If he had gone with it they might have evidence by now.

"What can we do?" he asked Blaine at the breakfast table. Yeah, he had wanted to keep his distance to that pretty boy but it was so easy to be friends with him. He had the greatest sense of humor, understood all of Sam's quotes and nerdy jokes and generally was the best company ever. Also, Sam's attention went to Blaine without his control, so he ended up next to Blaine more times than not. And he didn't mind. Well, except when he thought about Blaine not liking him that way. But it was okay. Really. Totally.

"I have no clue", Blaine said. "Observe? And what can they do? It's not like they are a real thread, just some people who like to play tricks."

"No! It's more important than that!" Sam said. "I feel it in my guts."

"What you feel in your guts is hunger. You should eat more."

Blaine took half of a roll from his plate and put it onto Sam's.

"Put bacon on it", he demanded. "And butter."

"Ugh. No butter." Sam grasped the bacon and halfheartedly ate it. While he did he met Pucks gaze. The other sad opposite to him and stared outright at him. It wasn't a nice feeling, and lately it happened every meal time. Sam nudged Blaine.

"Him again", he murmured.

"You should confront him", Blaine said. "Ask him what you have done that he's mad at you."

"Uh, no. It's Puck. He has no reasons", Sam said and stuffed the rest of the roll into his mouth.

"His behavior changed from one day to the other, he must think of something", Blaine said.

"Let's rather focus on the evil teacher and her minions."

"Or on having fun and enjoying the summer."

Sam nodded. "Will we have the weekend off? Is there another festival, or what should we do?"

Blaine shrugged and ate his breakfast. He wanted to suggest another date, a real one this time, but he needed time to prepare for that. And not in the kitchen with everybody else around, either. He'd find a good moment, kick his prey-behaviour goodbye forever and live happily ever after.

Meanwhile, Santana explained to Quinn why they had to protect Brittany from everybody else.

"And that's when I realized she's a secret genius."

"Or", Quinn offered another opinion. "The cat slipped from her grip, Brittany ran after her and found those kittens by coincidence."

Santana thought about it, then shook her head.

"How unlikely is that?"

On Santanas other side sat Puck, who mumbled something.

"What is he saying?" Quinn wanted to know.

"That he will torture Sam." Santana shrugged. They had other problems, hadn't they?

Quinn eyed the blond boy on the other side of the table.

"My plan didn't work", she said. "Sam has stayed away from me more than he had when I told him to. What's up with that?"

"Have you seduced Finn yet?"

"No. Like you, I was busy with real men."

"Oh, you were busier than me. Brittany, what are you doing?"

The second blond chearleader stuck her head out from under the table.

"I'm feeding the goblins. They are pretty hungry because everybody ignores them."

Quinn made a gesture that Santana interpreted as 'oh how clever that girl is' (even though she knew it meant something else).

"Mr. Schuester? We were wondering how the weekend plans are. I mean, we'll get time off, right?" Blaine asked.

Schue, who at this point was grateful for small things like being called by his whole name, stopped on the stairs up and looked down. Blaine and Sam stood there, and they seemed so small. Will remembered that he hadn't asked them about being home sick so he went back down and put a hand on each boy's shoulder.

"Are you sure the best thing in your state is free time?"

"Uhm. Yeah?" Blaine said. Sam looked down at Will's hand and frowned.

"We thought we could chill out like normal buys on summer vacation", he said.

Without any of them noticing it, Sue stood at the top of the stairs (in the shadows) and watched them. She immediately knew that the 'normal boys' expression was a code word for working against her, and she didn't like it.

At this moment Puck came by. He gnarled at Sam while he passed him, then came up the stairs.

"Hello, Noah." Sue emerged out of the shadows. "I see we have a mutual enemy. Let's talk about that."

Due to Blaine's rethorical talents they got the weekend off - yes, both two days and nights!

Rachel did not like the sound of that. She hurried away to Mr. Schue to complain that it wasn't good to take a longer than twenty-four hours break between vocal exercises but when she arrived upstairs where Will lived, she saw Puck going into Sue's room. What the hell?

Naturally, she sneaked closer and laid her ear to the door. Also naturally, she arrived just in time for the start of the conversation.

"So, common enemy and all that", Sue said.

"Evans will pay", Puck grunted.

"Sure, sure. Are you willing to work for me, under my conditions and follow my orders for a more satisfying outcome of your revenge?"

"Will Evans suffer?"

"Yes, of course. He and certain other Glee kids need to vanish for good."

Rachel put her hand to her mouth. Oh my! Sue wanted to kill them!

"And suffer?" Puck asked.

"I will make sure you get your very own moment to make him feel pain", Sue promised.

Puck seemed to think about it. After a while he said: "Who else?"

"Anderson, Berry and Hummel."

"Okay. What do you want me to do?"

"For now, nothing, except pretend that you forgave Evans. Be nice to him so he won't have any reason not to trust you."

Puck snorted.

"It's the best way to make him feel save", Sue said. "Which, of course, he isn'.t"

"How should I explain my change of mood?"

"Isn't that what you kids do, change your mind every second day? Now off you go, and only come to me when I send you a message."

Footsteps sounded through the room, so Rachel quickly hurried back to the staircase and rushed down. Her heart was beating double time. Sue knew about the vengeance fighters and wanted them gone! And Puck was on her side now. No! But they had one advantage - they didn't know Finn was involved, too. Yes, that would be their downfall in the end.

Having arrived at the bottom of the stairs and also at the end of her thought train, Rachel felt the weird urge to laugh with the sound of victory. She stepped out of the house and let it out.

"Muahahaha." She also rubbed together her hands and felt really, really smart. Uh yeah. She would win, uhm, they would win.

Then she hurried to the cabins to call in an emergency meeting. Since Rory happened to be in the third cabin as well Rachel decided that he was part of the gang now, the more the better, right?

Her and Kurt took a stand, since they were the founders as well as the leaders, and Rachel told them all about Sue's evil plan. Then, they all put together a nice counter plan.

As the night approached most Glee kids gathered together at the front of the main house for social interactions. Some people wanted to find out where they would party (Finn), some wanted to set an evil plan into action (Puck) and some wondered whether they would ever be allowed to start a really cool, big bon fire.

While Sam studied the mechanism of the wood building structure Rory got out a cigarette and tried to lighten it at the fire.

"Are you stupid?" Sam said. "We're not smoking! Give me that shit."

He grapped the thing from Rory. At that moment Mr. Schue came by.

"Sam! I wouldn't have thought you of all people smoked. That's not okay. You're grounded."

Mr. Schue took the cigarette from Sam and moved on.

"Uhm, he can't do that, right? Ground me?"

"Technically he can", Rory said. "But what does it matter, it's not like we're ever leaving camp grounds on a Friday night."

Sam nodded, hooked his thumbs in his pockets and sighed with a side glance at Blaine.

"I'd say hot mess but hot tidiness suits better", he mumbled.

"Wait, you're still into Blaine?" Rory asked.

"Duh. Just because it didn't work out doesn't mean my feelings go away, does it?"

"But the way he told me… and I mean I saw you go upstairs with two strangers…"

"What did he tell you?" Sam wanted to know.

But sadly in that moment Puck came to them.

"Evans", he said. "I forgive you."

"For what? Wait, Rory, where are you going, what did Blaine say?"

Rory just pointed into a direction that wasn't showing anything and Sam was being kept from following him by Puck who grasped his arm.

"Do you accept my forgivement?" he asked.

"Ugh." Sam sighed and faced his Glee mate.

"Why were you even mad at me?"

"Uhm, you stole me girl?" Puck frowned at him.

"Not my fault that she liked me better, is it?"" Sam said. Yeah, yeah, the plan was to make Puck believe Sam believed him but if he gave in too easy it would be suspicious.

"She just got with you because I wouldn't have a threesome", Puck said. "Not my fault I'm not gay, is it?"

"Hey… What's going on?" Blaine appeared next to Sam.

"Does he even know you cheated on him?" Puck asked, pointing at Blaine.

"We're not together!" Sam said.

"What?" Blaine asked.

"Yeah. Last Tuesday. Sam got it on with a girl and a boy. There, that's my revenge, now we're even, Evans." With another mean look, Puck walked away.

"I… didn't", Sam said. "I mean I did but then I didn't."

"Hey, it's not my business, is it?" Blaine shrugged.

Sam stared at him. Blaine tried a smile, and Sam had to gulp down a fat lump in his throat.

"No. I guess it's not. Uh." Sam rubbed over his neck and looked around. Where could he go hide and cry?

"Well, that went like planned", Blaine said.

"Yeah. Uhm, if you excuse me I… have to… go." Sam couldn't look at Blaine and simply walked away. He had to get distance from those people who laughed like life was good. His feet walked up to the main house's door and he slipped inside. Immediately it was quieter. Good. Then the got into the empty common room and closed the door.

Finn smiled happily into the air. Rachel had entrusted him with the biggest part in their plan to bring down the 'enemies'. He hadn't yet understood the game completly but he didn't care as long as he got to be a part of it.

"Ha. My revenge was cruel." A satisfied Puck sat down next to Finn who side-eyed him.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Evans and Anderson are broken up now. Well, he should not mess with me, ever."

"Huh. I didn't even know they were back together", Finn said. Maybe it was part of the game?

"Whatever. We have other things to think of, right, my friend? It's Friday and we will go to town for a real party night, are you with me?"

Puck held out his hand and Finn instinctively hit it.

"You bet I am!"

As they got up to 'go to a real party' Finns eyes fell on Blaine who stood there, biting his lip and staring at the house.

"Hey, bro, come with us!" Finn suggested.

Blaine didn't seem to hear him. Puck already went on but since Finn was Blaine's cabin mate and also knew that Puck must have messed with him just a minute earlier he went to the black haired boy.

"Listen, uh, all is good", he said.

"I might have made a mistake", Blaine said quietly.

"Huh?" Finn asked.

"I did not behave like I intended to, I rather pretended I don't have feelings, do you think that's the right way to act?"

"Uhm…"

"Sam looked hurt."

"Oh." Finn shrugged. "This is about what Puck said… or did…"

Eventually, Blaine looked at Finn and in the glow of the bon fire his eyes were glistening fairylike, but also sad.

"Did Sam really have a threesome immediately after our date?" Blaine asked.

"Oh, that!" Finn was revealed. Finally something he knew about. "No, he didn't, he intended too but it was a stupid action and then he cried all night. He's still in love with you!"

"In love…?" Blaine's eyes got big.

"Or something. Very into you. Yes."

"Oh." Blaine wiped over his eyes and smiled for a moment. Then he looked concerned again. "And now he thinks I don't care. I have to find him."

Off he went. Finn shrugged and walked into the other direction where he expected to find the real party.