A/N: So yeah, sorry for the wait! I'm gonna be updating rather spastically; usually every Saturday, but if something comes up expect different. I wanna say thanks to everybody that favorited, but come on, one review? I know you can do better than that! : P

Disclaimer: I totally forgot to put one in the first chapter, so this counts for that, too. I do not own and/or write for Glee. I did, however, write a small, 5-minute Glee skit (based off of Theatricality and Bad Reputation) for my summer camp to do. It was fun! (I was Brittany!)

Any way, on with the story!

Chapter 2 – Matt

Matt was bored.

He lounged on his chair in the choir room, legs and arms crossed, examining the room around him.

Rachel was standing in the middle of the room, ranting on about performance tips and vocal warm-ups or something like that. Finn was staring lovingly at her, as always. (It's a miracle those two are still dating, and even more of a miracle that Finn's eardrums aren't blown out by now. That girl can screech!)

Puck was staring at Quinn, and Quinn, who was back on the Cheerios, was pretending not to notice Puck.

Tina was sitting on Artie's lap, massaging his hands, while Mike glanced at Tina longingly every so often.

Brittany and Santana were sitting next to each other, pinkies linked, chattering away as usual.

Only one thing was missing: Mercedes. Kurt sat alone, rubbing his arms nervously and glancing at the door as if Mercedes was going to walk in at any second. She had disappeared around lunchtime, and nobody could get a hold of her. Matt could tell Kurt was worried. He kind of looked like a wounded puppy.

The next thing he knew, Glee was over. Matt confirmed video-game plans with Mike then walked outside.

"Wait!" he heard. He turned to see Brittany bouncing toward him, her ponytail swishing frantically.

"Matt!" she exclaimed, "My mommy's making me get my license, and I was wondering if you could help me, like just a little bit before we go home? There's an empty parking lot we can practice in."

"Sure," Matt said.

"Yay!" Brittany jumped up and down, clapping her hands together, a gleaming look in her eyes. "We'll use your car; let's go!"

She grabbed Matt's wrist and dragged him along.

"Uh, Brittany?"

"Yes?"

"My car's that way."

"Now what does the 'D' stand for, Brittany?"

"Um, ducks? I have a duck named Ballad. Sometimes, he quacks."

Matt sighed. He was too nice to people. "No, the 'D' stands for drive."

"Oh, like the way you drive a car? I get it!" Brittany exclaimed, "So I put the stick on 'D' and then I step on this pedal…"

The car jerked forward, making a loud 'pop'. Smoke seeped from under the hood.

"Oops," Brittany said, "Did I break it?"

"No, Brittany," Matt said, exasperated, "I'm sure you didn't break it. I'll just go check it out to make sure it's nothing serious. Just, sit here and don't touch anything."

"But, how do I sit if I can't touch anything?" Brittany asked, gesturing at the car seat beneath her red-and-white Cheerios skirt.

"You can touch the seat, Brittany." Mat answered, slamming the car door and pacing to the front. He opened the hood. A puff of smoke exploded into his face, He coughed, waving it away and leaning closer to take a look.

"Nothing looks too wrong here," Matt stated, poking at a few wires. He closed the lid. "Test the engine to see if it works."

The next thing he knew, the car lurched forward, and there was a horrible crunching sound. Matt, crushed underneath his own car, moaned in agony and coughed weakly, blood rising up in his throat. His eyes rolled back and he lay still, as Brittany exited the car.

"It worked!" She giggled, "Two down!"

A/N: Review please! Luv you!