A/N: This truly is a filler chapter; not much happens. I promise I'll try to let something more exciting happen next chapter, though I can't make any promises... To clear stuff up a little before the chapter starts: Blaine's in the car with Rachel, Finn, Mike and Tina; Wes and David are with Santana, Brittany and Sam, and Quinn, Mercedes, Puck and Lauren are in the final car - Artie's not there because of the whole wheelchair thing. Sorry about that. And I realise that this fic probably doesn't make any sense at all at this point, but hopefully you still enjoy it anyway :)
"Yes?" Blaine asked impatiently. "What about it?"
Rachel looked at him a little guiltily. "… There's no plan."
"There's no plan?" Blaine repeated disbelievingly. "What do you mean, there's no plan?"
Mike actually laughed at this. "Exactly what she says. There's no plan. It took us too long to get everyone to stop panicking to come up with a plan."
"So we're just going to go to… where exactly?" Blaine asked, glancing back from Mike to Rachel. "Where is that school?"
"Fort Wayne," Rachel instantly replied. "It's not that far away from Lima. It'll take us about as long to get there as it takes to get from Lima to Westerville."
Although he was relieved to hear it wouldn't take them a day to get there, Blaine still wasn't completely happy. "And you think we can just waltz right in there and demand Kurt back?"
This caused Finn to snort. "No, no, we can't. We need to come up with a plan."
"Weren't you going to do exactly that this morning?" Blaine was starting to become a bit grumpy. Okay, very grumpy. This wasn't going that way he'd want it to go.
"We can do it now," Tina suggested. "Aren't you guys supposed to be super smart?"
"Are we?" Blaine asked, surprised. He wasn't aware of that.
"You go to a private school," Mike told him. "The education there is a lot better than in public schools, isn't it?"
"Oh, yeah, it is," Blaine replied, nodding fervently.
"So… come up with a plan," Finn said happily.
"We don't know what that Sue Sylvester woman is like!" Blaine all but exclaimed. "We don't know how to deal with her."
"True," Rachel said pensively, before whipping out her phone. "Let me call Mercedes. Maybe they came up with some sort of plan."
"I'll call Santana," Tina told her, searching for her phone as well.
In the meantime, Rachel was already rambling through her phone, probably telling Mercedes what was going on, and then she announced, "Quinn's calling Brittany. Tina, did you reach Santana yet?" Tina nodded in reply, before starting to talk to Santana. Blaine just zoned out as the girls talked feverishly.
"Can we use a helicopter?" Finn wondered aloud, and Rachel, though rolling her eyes at the comment, repeated what Finn said to Mercedes.
"As much as Puck seems to like that idea," Rachel told Finn, "I doubt we'll manage to fit in a helicopter in whatever plan we'll eventually come up with."
"Yes, a helicopter," Tina muttered, and then – "Sam doesn't really see the point in that." After a pause, she continued, through her phone. "Finn wanted to give Blaine a helicopter to make up for the car damage, but Blaine didn't want one."
"What are you saying, Mercedes?" Rachel spoke a little louder than before. "I can't – oh, what's wrong?" Then, to the others in the car, she elaborated. "I couldn't hear Mercedes because Quinn screamed after Brittany shouted through her phone how much she liked the helicopter idea."
"Yeah, I wondered what that sound was," Tina said weakly. "Santana asks where you're going to find a rainbow coloured helicopter, Finn…"
Rachel huffed at this, and Blaine was, to put it simply, rather weirded out. But he figured that that was just how the New Directions kids rolled.
"According to Mercedes, Puck wants to just paint it…" Rachel announced weakly after about a minute.
She and Tina talked for a moment, before both girls fiddled with their phones for a moment and then went back to their respective conversations. Blaine zoned out again.
A few minutes later, he got the vague idea that the girls weren't really planning their upcoming invasion, as there was way too much giggling going on for that. Before he could say anything about it, Finn cursed loudly and then proceeded to freak out. It was times like this that Blaine was really glad that he and Kurt weren't really related, but were merely stepbrothers.
"What, Finn?" Mike asked apprehensively, not looking away from the road, much like Blaine earlier that day.
"I forgot to fill up the engine earlier," Finn responded in a small voice, and Blaine craned his neck to see the dashboard, but it was mostly blocked from his view. Mike didn't appear to like what he was seeing, though.
"Fantastic, Finn," Rachel told him off, before telling Mercedes and everyone else what was wrong. "Let's just find a gas station, then. It's probably easier to discuss our plan there anyway."
Blaine felt like facepalming, but in the end, he managed to hold back that urge. "How long have we been driving for?" he asked in an attempt to cover up a groan.
"Not even half an hour," Rachel replied. "Oh, don't worry, we'll get there!"
"You seem awfully calm right now," Blaine observed, wondering how that was possible. He was freaking out – inwardly, though, and not outwardly like Finn just now.
"It took us quite some time to get her there," Tina told him. "Don't get her started again."
"And since we were all panicking," Finn continued, "it took us even longer. But now we're completely relaxed."
Blaine really wished he could say the same about himself.
***O***
Roughly ten minutes later, they arrived at another gas station. Blaine couldn't get out of the car fast enough. Wes and David were already standing there, staring at the New Directions bunch wearily.
"How are you holding up?" Blaine asked them tentatively. He was sure that the two council members couldn't be very happy with the situation he had landed them in.
"We're still alive," David replied.
"I never knew that Kurt had such deranged friends," Wes added, shaking his head slightly. "That's all I'm going to say about it."
"That's all there is to say about it," David corrected him.
"Oh, they're alright," Blaine said, though not completely convinced at the moment. "I mean, they're nice enough."
"It's not that they aren't nice," Wes said. "They're just completely nuts."
"Like Jeff said, it's a miracle that Kurt hasn't combusted from all the normalcy yet," David concluded. "It's a good thing you didn't find any other Warblers, Blaine. I doubt they would've made it out alive."
"At least we're only going to Fort Wayne," Wes muttered, slowly walking back to the cars as they were waved over again.
"So, did you come up with a plan?" Blaine asked Rachel and the others when they were on the road again. It had certainly looked like they and the others had been talking about something while filling up the tanks.
"Weren't you doing that?" she asked, surprised. "Oh, we thought that you – "
"I figured that you were doing the whole planning stuff," Blaine replied, gesturing towards the phone Rachel was once again holding.
"Well, yes, but you were looking so serious while talking… we thought you came up with something," Tina jumped to Rachel's aid.
Letting out a groan, Blaine rested his head against the window. "So what are we going to do when we get there?"
"Burst in and demand Kurt back," Finn answered, eyeing him somewhat concernedly. "You okay?"
"Wasn't that what I suggested earlier?" By now, Blaine wasn't sure anymore.
"It's the only plan that we've got," Finn said with a shrug. "If it doesn't work, we'll think of something else."
This day was only getting better and better.
A/N: What do you think (so far)? Let me know, please review! :D Also, if you have any suggestions as to what they could do or what could go wrong, feel free to let me know and I'll see what I can do :)