DISCLAIMER: I don't own Glee. Ryan Murphy does. If I did, it probably wouldn't be called Glee, it would be called The Kurt Hummel Show, with Kurt as the man character (obviously) and everyone else would just be guest stars.
Brittany
Brittany fidgeted with her Cheerio's uniform skirt and glanced out of the window, enjoying watching the tiny raindrops race to the bottom. Evetually that got boring though, like everything else.
"Are we there yet?" She asked, turning to her girlfriend, the Latina looked up from her phone and at the blonde cheerleader.
"I'm not sure, Brit." Santana answered, "hey, lady Hummel." She leaned forwards and tapped the boy in front on his shoulder, Kurt turned, looking as equally bored and Brittany felt.
"What, Satan?" He answered.
"How long do you think we have left before we get there?"
Kurt didn't answer for a few seconds, then told Santana something about Mr. Schue. Brittany had already lost interest in the conversation.
She waited for a while until she got bored again, deciding to go over to Santana and get her to ask Mr. Schue to let them stop. She really needed to go to the toilet.
She got up and started making her way down the aisle, stretching her legs and ignoring Kurt when he started talking to her. The words safe and stay in your seat registered somewhere in her mind, but she blocked them out.
However, when she turned round to say something to Kurt, he looked...scared.
Brittany opened her mouth to ask him if he was okay, but she didn't get the chance.
SMASH!