A/N: The end is near, my friends. Oh my, another story comes to an end...

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Chapter 18

"Okay, I scanned the last signals of Blaine's phone, and according to them, he was on his way to New York City", Artie told them, pointing at the flatscreen of the HQ. "Good work, Kelly."

"Master Abrams, you are the true genius in here, I just followed your orders", Kelly answered.

"Aww, don't make me blush, Kel", Artie answered, failing when he tried to suppress a grin.

"This relationship with his robot is slowly getting creepy. And awkward", Mercedes muttered to Kurt, and both of them needed to chuckle.

"Hey! I heard that", Artie shouted, not looking up from his monitor in front of him. "Don't listen to those ignorants, Kelly", he whispered to his AI, lovingly patting the motherboard.

At this moment, Mr. Schue entered the HQ with a box, beaming. "I have great new, guys. GDEA is done constructing your modified suits. Replace your new accessories with your old ones, and then, you are ready to go."

Finn just took his watch without a comment, walking away.

"Ermmm…thanks, Mr. Schue", Tina said awkwardly, taking her bracelet as well. "What? No reason to be so mean to him all the time", she said to Rachel who was glaring at her. "Sulking is not healthy."

Mr. Schue smiled a bit. "Thank you, Tina." He clapped his hands to get everyone's attention. "Alright, guys. Now, that you can't fly, GDEA provided us their fastest jet. It's waiting for us outside; you can get in directly. Did you all memorize what I taught you about the handling of our high-tech weapons?"

"But Mr. Schue, that was more than three months ago", Puck pointed out. "I already forgot everything."

Quinn next to him facepalmed. "Of course information like this couldn't stay in your head that long, Puckerman. Your brain must be the size of a pea. I wonder how you even made it through two and a half years of highschool."

The agent sighed deeply. "Okay, no problem. I will just give you a short refresher course in our jet on the way to New York. But now, we really need to get going, god knows what Dr. Gloom will do to an entire city if we don't arrive in time."

…

Pam Anderson looked down the machine she and Terri had constructed over the years. "We almost did it, Terri. Soon, this entire city will be ours." She rubbed her hands in a smug way.

"You worked so hard to do it, Mistress", Terri answered, carefully touching the high-tech machine next to her. "I honestly can't wait."

"Yes, me neither", Pam agreed, looking down to the city from where they were standing. They had a perfect view on a large part of the city that never slept, and it looked even more picturesque now at night.

"Mistress", a copy of Multiplice suddenly spoke up behind them. "We have an intruder."

Pam and the original Terri turned around. Multiplice number two was holding none other than Blaine by his collar. "He was eavesdropping to this conversation."

"Blainey?" Pam's eyes went wide. "What are you doing here, baby?"

Blaine craned his chin sullenly. "I am here to stop you and your sidekick, mom."

Angry, Terri stomped her foot. "I am nobody's sidekick, alright?"

"Terri, can you let me and my son talk in private? Please?", Pam asked, not looking away from Blaine.

The other villain nodded obediently and backed away, leaving the small room. When she was gone, Pam turned to her son, cocking her head to the side. "How did you even find out where our new hideout is?"

"Easy", Blaine answered, crossing his arms. "You want to build up an army with superpowered people? I knew you would take a city where a lot of people had to live, why not the largest city of the US?"

He looked around and snorted. "And I also remember when we went to New York when I was seven. We watched Mamma Mia back then, but we didn't have time for a sightseeing tour anymore, we only went to the Statue of Liberty." Blaine looked out of the window, whistling. "The torch of Liberty as your new hideout? Seriously, mom?"

Pam shrugged. "Shouldn't you feel flattered, baby? Spending time with my family in New York meant a lot to me. And in addition, we needed a city with a lot of inhabitants. Why not the biggest city of this continent?"

"This ends now, mom", Blaine demanded, arms crossed. "What is even your plan? Give superpowers to more than eight million people? Do you think they will obey you, accept you as their leader?"

The villain laughed. "Don't worry about that, darling. We have a plan." She came closer to her son, taking his hands. "And I want you to join me, Blaine. Be part of this. The three of us will be unbeatable."

Blaine ripped his hand away, scowling. "Thanks, but I'm not interested in your scheming, dear mother." His face expression softened. "But it is not too late to let it be, mom. Please, let's just go home and forget everything."

"Thanks, but I'm not interested", Pam answered coldly. She nodded to Terri behind Blaine. "Blainey, please don't be mad at me for my actions, but they are just for your own protection."

Two Terris behind Blaine gripped his arms, dragging him out of the room. "You know where to bring him, Multiplice."

"Of course, Mistress", they answered obediently.

"Wait…what?", Blaine gasped, struggling to free himself while the doubles wanted to get him out. "Mom? MOM!"

But his mother had already went to the balcony with her machine.

Suddenly, a beam of ice froze the door which had been the only exit. The Terris all fell to the floor because they got hit as well, freeing Blaine.

"Sorry, but I am afraid that you won't go anywhere."

A guy landed in front of them, wearing a black armor-like mission suit and a full-face helmet.

But Blaine had already recognized the voice. He would recognize it anywhere. "Kurt? I thought you lost your powers."

"Yes, true", he heard Kurt's muffled voice. "But GDEA made us new suits." He pointed at his wrists. "In there are ice-glands. And thanks to the jetpacks, we can all fly again."

"Awesome", Blaine gasped, but needed to clear his throat because something came to his mind. "Kurt, about what I said to you, I am so sorry. That was just unfair and…"

Kurt lifted his hand to silence him. "Save it for later, Blaine. This really isn't the time and the place. Outside, the others are fighting against thousands of Multiplices and your mother is about to turn the entire population of New York City into mutants."

"Actually", Sam who just came flying in as well, electrifying a couple of Terris on his way "mutants all have the mutant-X-gene. The more appropriate term would be metahuman."

Even though Kurt wore his helmet, Blaine could imagine that he rolled his eyes right now. "Not now, Thunderbolt!"

Sam shrugged. "Kay", he mumbled while he hit another handful of Terris with an electrical surge of his weapon. "That's seriously some dope shit!", the blond superhero muttered delightedly, looking at his glands.

Blaine could no longer just stand around and stare. Now, it was time to intervene. He rolled up his sleeve, pushing the blue button like he had read in the manual Kelly had sent him.

In the next moment, he wore the suit he had modified a few days ago.

Kurt gaped at him. "Is this…my suit?"

"Was", Blaine corrected him, blasting two Terris with one of the weapons he had in his belt. "I personalized it a bit, as you can see."

"Suits you", Kurt needed to admit, and Blaine was sure he had seen a smirk underneath his helmet.

"Where are all these Multiplices even coming from?", Tina who also had arrived in the meantime wondered. "Everytime I beat one of them, three Multiplices return. It's kind of creepy."

"I don't know", Kurt heard Artie's voice in his helmet headset say desperately. "I have no solution. I am nothing without my superpowers."

"Master Abrams, now is not the time to have a breakdown", Kelly said. "You are a genius; you wrote the programming code that brought me to life."

"When I still had super intelligence", Artie answered contritely. "Now, I am just a boring cripple, nothing more."

"Get your act together, Arthur Jonathan Abrams", Kelly said in her monotonous voice but kind of sounded reproachful. "Everyone is believing in you, and of course, I do as well. It's time to be a hero again."

"You…you believe in me?", Artie asked.

"Yes, I do. But now, we need to find a solution for that problem. What do you do if the problem factor is able to reproduce within milliseconds?"

"We…we take care of the main source", Artie mumbled thoughtfully. "Yes, of course! We need to find the real Terri Schuester! And there is only one person who can. Kelly, you are a genius!"

"No, Master. You are. You found the solution, I didn't."

"Would you please stop with that annoying soap opera?", Santana's voice suddenly said. "We can all hear you, and I have a deadly weapon in my hands right now. So don't even think about distracting my while I am trying to focus on offing that fake blond bitch!"

"Sorry, guys" Artie mumbled bashfully, turning off the microphone. He turned to Agent Schue with his wheelchair, determined. "Mr. Schue, we need your help."

…

"You look like a Power Ranger", Blaine commented while he and Kurt were about to shoot at a dozen of Multiplices.

Kurt snorted disdainfully. "Please, I have way more style. Power Rangers are nothing more than fashion disasters."

"We need to get to mom again. But these Multiplices are making it impossible for us. They don't want us to go past them", Blaine groaned, dodging a hit of Multiplice.

"We are going to help you, man", Sam said, hitting three Terris at once. "We will take care of them."

"Are you sure?", Kurt asked doubtfully, looking at his teammates.

"Yes, boo", Mercedes answered, winking while she fought back another Terri with her lance. "Go!"

At the same time, Rachel screamed with a modified loudspeaker on her suit and a couple of Terris covered their ears in pain.

Kurt took Blaine's hand, and the duo headed back to the torch of Liberty while all the other New Directions behind them were still fighting.

When they arrived at the balcony, Pam was about to make the last adjustments. She smiled when she turned around. "Boys! You are just in time for the big spectacle!"

"Mom, you are making a big mistake!", Blaine said, coming closer to her.

"Blaine is right. There are going to be drastic consequences", Kurt agreed. "What if people are going to die?"

"Icicle, as I can see, you are in good health", Pam sneered, eyeing his new suit. "You look like those creepy Power Rangers my sons loved to play with when they were little."

Kurt pouted. "That was a low blow, Dr. Gloom. You know exactly that my fashion style is fabulous."

"Stop it!" Pam stepped closer to her machine. "Nothing will stop me now, so don't even try, okay?"

When she was about to turn on the device, another voice called out: "Don't do it! Please!"

The trio turned around, and Pam's eyes widened. "C…Cooper?"

"You never told me how hot your big brother is", Kurt whispered to Blaine who rolled his eyes, annoyed.

Kurt needed to smirk. He had never seen Blaine roll his eyes before.

"Wh…What are you doing here?", Pam asked, visibly flabbergasted. "How do you know I am here?"

"Blaine told us." Behind Cooper, Matthew Anderson appeared, looking concerned. "Darling, what you are about to do is a big mistake!"

"Dad is right", Cooper agreed with the same concern written all over his face. "That's not you. Mom, you are kind, you would never do something like this."

"How do you know what I am able to do and what not?!", she suddenly screamed shrilly. She pointed at Cooper, fuming. "After you graduated, you never even thought about returning home for once.

You never called me, you never even texted me on my birthday or on Mother's day, you pretended I don't exist anymore.

No, your acting career was more important to you than your own mother."

She then pointed at her husband, her finger was trembling a bit. "And concerning you, Mister, after you became Westerville's mayor, it was like I turned invisible to you.

You just came and left again without even talking to me, you went to endless business trips and you preferred hanging with your boys instead of spending relaxed evenings with your wife.

You didn't even notice when I started to use your lab more and more.

You just ignored all my cries for help. Until they were no cries for helps anymore." Pam laughed bitterly, ruffling her dark hair. "Do you think I would have turned to Dr. Gloom if anyone even cared about me?"

Cooper and Matthew froze when they heard Pam's harsh words, and Kurt needed to gasp. Wow, what a perfect family.

"And what about me, mom?", Blaine asked quietly. "How did I deceive you? How did I contribute to your…your…change?"

Pam's face expression softened. "You didn't, Blainey. You are still a kid, you didn't contribute to anything. I don't blame you."

"But you need to!", Blaine suddenly shouted almost desperately. "I turn seventeen in less than four months, I can take on responsibility! Stop handling me with child gloves, goddammit!"

"Your mother is right, son", Matthew spoke up, looking sad. "You are still a kid, nobody blames you. I am to blame.

And I am so, so sorry about all that, Pammie. That you felt lonely and left alone.

You are depressive, darling. You need help, and I will make sure that you get some."

"I totally agree with dad", Cooper added, looking remorseful. "I am sorry I never went home after I graduated. I'm going to change, I promise.

We will all spend more time together, maybe I will even find a new job in Ohio although I would rather prefer Hollywood…"

Matthew elbowed him, and Cooper yelped. "I changed my mind. Yay, Ohio!", he said sheepishly, rubbing his ribs in pain.

Pam's face expression softened, and she looked close to tears. "You would do that for me?"

The three other Andersons nodded.

For a while, it looked like she would give in.

"That's so cute of you. But unfortunately, your remorse comes way too late." With that, she lifted her scepter, blasting Cooper as well as her husband.

The both of them fell to the floor, unconscious.

"No", Blaine said quietly, stumbling to his brother and his dad. "No!", he shouted.

Kurt turned to Pam, scowling. "This time, you definitely, went too far. Attacking your own family that wants your best? What a gutless move!"

Pam snorted disdainfully. "If they were family, they would care about me. But they don't."

"They came to you to talk you out of this, taking all risks!", Kurt shouted. "They apologized! They promised to change! What the hell is wrong with you?"

For a while, Pam looked down, biting her lip when she looked at her sobbing son who was leaning over his dad and his older brother. Her eyes were shimmering with unshed tears. She looked almost…conflicted.

But then, her face expression hardened again. She blinked back the tears.

"Listen, kid, I am not in the mood to listen to that nonsense. That's none of your business" She lifted her scepter, wanting to blast Kurt as well.

Kurt lifted his hands to attack her with an ice beam but frowned when it didn't work. "What the…why aren't the glands working?", he muttered to himself.

"Empty batteries?", Pam scoffed, smirking.

Now, she looked like the old Dr. Gloom again.

Evil.

Ruthless.

Diabolic.

"Shame on the GDEA. Did they construct your weapons with toddlers?" She hit Kurt with a beam of her scepter, and the glands fell down. "Oh, too bad. I broke your toys!"

When she hit him with another beam, the jetpack on his back started smoking. "Oh, I am so sorry, Icicle.", Pam added, not sounding sorry at all. "I didn't mean to break your equipment. Where did you get them from? Toys R Us? "

Kurt forced himself to calm down. He lost his main weapons and his jetpack. No reason to flip out.

When Pam came closer, he retrieved one of his last weapons, pointing it at her. "Stay away, Dr. Gloom!"

Why did he feel so weak all of a sudden? "Warning, suit got damaged", a voice suddenly said into his headset. "Get to the jet as soon as possible."

Oh no. Dr Gloom must have damaged his suit. Only one crack in his armor could be fatal.

Due to his feeling of faintness, Kurt fell to the ground, forcing himself to point the weapon at Pam. He couldn't call the others for help, his mission wristband got damaged as well when he got hit.

"I pictured this moment for so long", Pam smiled when she came closer, scepter in hand. "One of my arch enemies on the floor, and I am about to beat him. Or her. I don't even know why my son likes you."

"Does he?", Kurt asked faintly, close to passing out.

Pam nodded. "He was only talking about you all the time, everything else seemed to be unimportant all of a sudden." She yawned. "But this ends now. My scepter is charged fully right now. Bye bye, Icicle." She pointed the scepter at Kurt, shooting a strong blast out of it.

Well, it's over, Kurt thought bitterly. This time, it really is over.

"NOO!", someone else roared. Blaine came sprinting to Kurt, pushing him out of the way and getting hit instead.

The blast was so strong it threw Blaine a few feet away – and that he fell off the torch of Liberty.

Kurt's eyes widened when he realized what just happened.

Pam, having paled, froze and fell to her knees, dropping the scepter, downright shocked.

Without even thinking, Kurt got up on trembling legs, still weakened, and ran to the edge of the balcony, leapt onto the bannister – and jumped down after Blaine.