A/N: I have to admit, I wasn't feeling very inspired when writing (at least the first part of) this. Hopefully it's good anyway :) I think that after this, there will be two, or maybe three, more chapters to this story.
I'm sorry that this also doesn't make a lot of sense - I haven't got a clue about airports in between Lima and Fort Wayne (but let's pretend there is one, okay?) and airport security (let's just say they're lucky enough to escape in time) - but maybe it isn't all that bad? Uh - anyway, hopefully you'll enjoy the chapter! :D

About an hour later, Blaine was glad they were almost there. Well, he thought they would be almost there, because they'd been in the car for quite some time already. Frankly, he couldn't wait. Being there meant that they would have to face the apparently rather terrifying Sue Sylvester, but it also meant that he didn't have to be in the car anymore for the time being. And with Rachel and Finn arguing like an old married couple over everything (even though they weren't even dating anymore), Mike stoically keeping his eyes on the road and Tina (somehow) being fast asleep, he had had enough.

Why couldn't Kurt have been kidnapped any other day? Or not at all. Not that he blamed his friend – how was he supposed to know this morning that he was about to be kidnapped by his crazy former cheerleading coach? – but it was just so inconvenient. Blaine had just remembered that he'd barely slept last night and he was far from happy.

Suddenly, Finn's phone rang, and Rachel finally shut up. Blaine let out a breath of relief. Ah, sweet silence…

The silence didn't last very long, of course, since Finn being on the phone actually required him talking. "What? … Really? Cool! … Yeah, of course I'm in. You think – well, I don't know." Here, he looked at Blaine for a split-second, making the other boy instantly suspicious. "It would be fun, though. Uhuh. Yeah, okay. See you in a minute." Rachel narrowed her eyes at Finn as he ended the call, but Finn ignored her (and Blaine, too), instead telling Mike to take the first exit, as they were going to grab something to eat.

"Shouldn't we get Kurt back first?" Blaine asked worriedly. These people seriously needed to sort out their priorities.

"We can't fight Sue Sylvester with an empty stomach," Finn told him, glancing out of the window.

"We can't fight her with a full stomach either," Mike said, but he did follow the other two cars towards the exit.

"That's not the point here."

"So we're going to come up with a plan, or what?"

"Probably not."

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

They didn't go to get some food. They had passed three or four small restaurants when Blaine had asked Finn what exactly they were looking for, but Finn had simply ignored him and told Mike to keep following Sam and Puck.

Blaine wouldn't have done that, but Mike didn't seem to mind. Dreading what was to come, Blaine glanced out of the window again and noticed that they seemed to be approaching what looked like an airport.

An airport? What on earth were they going to do there?

He found out soon enough – as soon as the cars were parked, Finn stumbled out of the car (he was just that eager to get out) and yanked one of the back doors open. He barely gave Blaine the time to unbuckle his seatbelt before dragging him along to where Puck was already standing, and then they walked inside.

"What are you doing? Where are we going? Finn? Hello?" They weren't answering, and when Blaine looked over his shoulder, he noticed that nobody else was following them. This could not be good.

Then he was told to run, and he did. He didn't know why, but he followed the other two boys as they ran through empty corridors, looking for something Blaine hadn't been informed about. He was pretty sure that what they were doing was illegal, and if they were to get caught – well, he wasn't going to be happy (and neither were his parents).

"In here." Puck ushered Finn and Blaine through another door (making Blaine wonder why those doors weren't locked), and then they all fell silent.

"Wow," Finn muttered, but Blaine jaw was still on the floor.

"What," he choked out, but had trouble finding the right words. "What is this? What are we doing here?"

"I haven't had this much fun since we slashed the tires of all the members of Vocal Adrenaline," Finn said, sounding very impressed.

"You did what?" Blaine, on the other hand, was now more alarmed than he'd been since Finn had 'accidentally' damaged his car that morning (though it felt like it had been days).

"That's not important now," Puck replied, gesturing towards the thing that Blaine had very conveniently forgotten about for the past ten seconds.

"I really thought you were kidding earlier, Finn," Blaine muttered. "I hoped you were just joking."

"Nope," Finn said proudly, clapping Puck on the back. "We promised you a helicopter, we're getting you a helicopter."

"How did you want to get this thing out of here?" Blaine asked. "And wouldn't everyone notice if we just stole a helicopter?"

"Where's your sense of adventure, prep boy?" Puck asked. "Don't worry, we've got it. Besides, if we dye it, nobody will know that it's a stolen helicopter."

"If you dye it in all the colours of the rainbow, it'll only look more suspicious," Blaine countered. "How did you even know it was here?"

"I didn't," Puck simply responded as Finn approached the helicopter in sheer awe. "Just a lucky guess."

"You are aware that there's a security camera over there, right?" Blaine had just caught sight of the thing and wasn't sure if he should be relieved it was there or frightened for his life.

Puck cursed loudly. "We should've disguised ourselves! Come on, let's get out of here!"

Finn looked fairly sad at having to leave his (or Blaine's) beloved helicopter behind, but at least he moved. As far as Blaine could see, there were no security guards chasing them, so that was good. He did have some trouble keeping up with the other two, though, since they were taller and therefore had longer legs. The fact that they didn't really keep running straight ahead didn't help much either.

Finally, they emerged in a hall where a lot of people were walking around, and Blaine leaned against the wall to catch his breath. Puck looked down at him with a frown and even Finn seemed confused as to why Blaine was gasping like that.

"I may be a football fan, but I'm not a football player," he told them as they slowly walked outside again. "I'm not used to running like that."

Puck still didn't seem to approve, so Blaine was glad that the two of them were not in a car together. The group looked disappointed when they reached them, and Finn lamented the loss of the helicopter once more.

"So you didn't get your helicopter?" David asked quietly when Puck gave the others some more details of their 'epic airport adventure'. Blaine shook his head, and Wes breathed out in relief.

"Thank God," he said. "We didn't expect you to, but some of these people," he waved his hand at the ND kids as he said this, "seemed to honestly believe that your mission would succeed."

"They mean well," Blaine muttered in reply. "At least I hope so."

"Come on, let's go!" Rachel cut their conversation short. "Only half an hour to go – once we're back on the interstate, that is – before we can get Kurt back!"

Blaine shuffled back to the car he'd been in all day long and as Rachel chattered away happily, he blocked her out again. He could only hope that these guys wouldn't get distracted again.

A/N: So, they're almost there! (it was about time, if you ask me!) What do you think of the chapter/story so far? Let me know, please review!