So, I figured this out, dear gentle-readers. I'm not always early. Sometimes, I just lie about when chapters will be posted. Seriously, sorry about that. the Lego Harry Potter game possessed me last night. I had to do its bidding (mainly saving Hogwarts from a lego-Voldemort. He killed Cedric that slimy bastard).

Here is Chapter Four. Seriously short (for me). Thanks as always for reading!

-Chapter Four-

***August 2010***

BANG! BANG! Bang…bang…bang…

"I think I gave myself a concussion."

"And no one came to even check on us. What now Puck?"

"Is that part of the plan, Noah? To get someone in the room?"

"Sing something, Berry-pants. Sing something loud. And angry. Quinn…help her."

"Help her? Uhm, I think she does loud just fine and dandy on her own. We've all seen her shatter glass with her voice…"

"That was awesome. And it hurt my ears."

"Noah, I don't think it's possible. This room is soundproof."

"Your bedroom is soundproof. And I seem to remember walking in your house all last summer and hearing you sing Everyone's a Little Bit Racist."

"Still not cool with you mentioning her room, dude."

"Get over it Finn. You and I slept together a MONTH ago!"

"QUINN! That was secret sex! It means that it was supposed to be secret."

"Oh ho ho ho! And now Finnifer, you are the one who is the asshat!"

"PUCK, stop dancing around. I caught you and Rupaul dry humping like sex –crazed sex addicts a month and a half ago at the Praise Jesus Internment Camp."

"Shit."

"BERRY-PANTS! You cursed! YOU FUCKING CURSED!"

"Oh please, I've spent the better part of the last decade hearing nothing but gutter-snipe infused four letter words spew forth constantly from your sewer mouth. It was only a matter of time before the constant inappropriate vocabulary poisoned my own impeccable-"

"I'm so telling your dad's. You fucking cursed, you sailor-mouthed naughty girl!"

"While you're at it, tell her dads she made out with Quinn."

"That was to stop the Brandi, the crazy trucker! YOUR idea which failed spectacularly, might I remind you!"

"That wasn't the only time and you know it, Man-hands."

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"Double shit."

"I can't believe Quinn let you touch her mouth with that sexy, filthy mouth, Berry-pants."

"Yeah, she makes me brush my teeth first and then swig some Listerine."

"As fun as the sentimental road-trips down the bi-curious memory lane are? Another hour has passed, Finn has a lump on his head the size of a grapefruit, I'm still post-partum CRAZY, and we're still stuck in this damned vault. PUCK, instead of getting all tent-pantsed over Rachel's dirty, though enjoyable mouth…you said you had a plan that involved Man-hands singing?"

"Right…right, Ellen Degeneres is totally right. Berry-pants. The loudest, angriest song you know. And just remember three words when the time comes. Suck-it-lots Safety Day."

"oohhhhhhhh…"

"Is that what she sounds like when you kiss her, Quinn? Use fun fancy words and tell me about it."

"Ease up, Quick-Fire Macgee. If that lump on your forehead doesn't go away? We're so very over."

"Loud and angry…"

"The loudest, angriest song you can think of."

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##"The sun will come out tomorrow…

Bet your bottom dollar, that tomorrow

They'll be sun!##

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***June 2010***

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"So what on the Lord's great Earth are four very attractive young people doing on the side of the road?"

"Well you see our friends, Matthew "Matt" Rutherford and Michael "Mike" Chang were kidnapped, forcefully and against their wills. We followed diligently, and my best friend here, Noah Puckerman, had the ingenious idea to place a tracking device of sorts on the vehicle that contained the aforementioned kidnapped friends…"

"Berry-pants, chillax," Puck murmured in her ear.

The four teenagers were now crowded in the cab of the eighteen-wheeler with its driver. Brandi Wilton. The girls were down-right relieved that a woman had picked them up instead of some skeezy dirty man who would probably expect way too much in return. And although neither of them would admit it, they were both thrilled that Puck had figured out that the driver of the truck was female. Neither could wait to discuss Finn and Puck's little show with the rest of the Glee club.

"We ran out of gas, ma'am," Finn explained with his signature goofy smile.

Puck smirked a little. That stupid smile of Finn's was golden. No woman over the age of twenty-seven could resist it. And what stunned Puck was that it wasn't even in a sexual type of way. Finn smiled that smile and BAM, waitresses gave them an extra serving of fries, store clerks accidentally forget to scan a couple of things at the register, teachers totally just forgot about the fact that he couldn't spell his very own legal name. All Finn had to do was smile, and he was suddenly a big, goofy puppy and all women wanted to do was spoil the living crap outta him.

Puck wasn't so lucky. He had a smirk, not a goof-tastic grin. Women wanted his, admittedly hot body. They wanted him to spoil them. But god dammit. He swore to Christ (conveniently, he was Jewish), that all he wanted was some extra fries too. He was getting that vibe from their savior, Brandi. She was all over the goofy grin. She had no interest in a sexy ass smirk or a rock hard body.

"I'm sexy right? I'm want-able," Puck whispered in Rachel's ear. He pulled away, not ashamed in the least about making Rachel boost his ego. Last time he had checked, it was summer. That was her full-time job. She blushed slightly and looked up at him through her eyelashes in a demure, flirty way.

"Basic," she whispered as a reminder.

Damn him and his stupid brilliance. Yeah, he loved having his best friend back, but he couldn't help it if he wanted to make out with her constantly. Even in Brandi's tricked out truck-cab. He looked over at their kind driver as she chatted with Finn about seriously, fire hydrants. Weird.

"Uhm…there's the gas station," Quinn whispered as they blew right past it.

Realization dawned on three of the teenagers. Finn kept on chatting with that damned smile on his face.

"Yeah, we never had a dog, my mom said she couldn't handle it without my Dad."

"Oh that's too bad. A young man's great joy in life can come from the friendship of a four legged friend. What happened to your dad? Was your mom a harlot? Are you a bastard?" Brandi wondered sadly.

Finn looked confused, still not even aware of Quinn gently pinching his side. "Uh, no, he died during the First Sand War."

"A hero…military men are family men…men of God," Brandi nodded. "It's a shame he wasn't there to raise you right, boy."

"Huh?" Finn wondered.

Rachel looked at Puck with extra-wide, worried eyes. She inched closer to him, her hand clutched in his. Her voice was barely a whisper, Puck read her lips diligently.

"Noah! I think…I think that we've been kidnapped now too."

***Elsewhere***

"O. M. G."

"Santana, you should really calm down. Because my mail man died from his vein blowing up in his forehead. And you're getting really close there," Brittany said calmly, her face content and non-plussed.

"Where in the hell are they? Those idiots are messing with my summer plans. They should have picked up their stupid phones by now! How DARE Rupaul not pick up one of my twenty-three calls? I'm barely her friend as it is. I'm being like, super duper nice in solving ALL of her problems here and she's not even picking up her phone. She better be dead somewhere. Or so help me, I'll kill her," Santana took in a deep breath. She didn't understand how Berry always made those crazy long ass speeches. They took some serious lung capacity.

"Over the phone? Like with a telephone Jedi mind trick? Because I think that's totally doable," Brittany nodded eagerly, her eyes wide with excited anticipation as Santana made another attempt to complete a phone call.

"Puck's phone is out of minutes. That cheap bastard. I really wish I hadn't deleted Quinn's number," Santana ruefully admitted. "What about Finn?"

"I heard that Finn wasn't allowed to have a phone, cause the last time he lit it on fire in the microwave," Brittany theorized.

"This sucks," Santana grumbled. She looked to the back seat of the car and said, "Our summer is seriously RUINED."

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Song credit: "Tomorrow" from Annie the musical, a.k.a. the angriest song ever

What have those morons gotten themselves into now? How will the rescuer's of the kidnapped be able to rescue the kidnapped whilst being kidnapped? And Annie? Angry? I get loud but angry? Silly Rachel. What does Brandi Wilton have in store for our fearless foursome? How many times has Finn gotten free stuff due to his goofy grin? Can his goofy puppy look get them out of this mess? And how will Santana punish Rachel for ignoring TWENTY-THREE calls?

All of this and more may be answered tomorrow.

Thanks again! Have a lovely evening/morning/afternoon/dusk/dawn!