"I'm just saying, how does the teacher not notice that's marijuana?" Sam whispered to Mike. "I don't even smoke the stuff and I can tell that's what it is."

"Maybe it's the teacher's plant," Mike said, shrugging. "I don't know how you can even see it in this low light."

"No wonder Puck likes to spend time in here," Kurt said.

"Could we focus, please?" Finn asked. "We're in the school. Now we need to find a way to get out of this room." He walked over to the door, trying to open it. "Locked."

"Figured it would be," Kurt said. "Lift me up."

"What?" Finn asked him.

"Lift me up so I can see out the window of the door."

"Oh," Finn said. He bent down and made a stirrup with his hands. Kurt put one of his feet in it and looked out the high window. "I don't see anyone." He stepped down. "Where would they be?"

"Probably in a circle jerk in the gym," Mike said. Everyone looked at him. "Should I just stop talking or what?"

Finn shook his head, looking around the room. "If Puck can find the way in, we should be able to."

Kurt nodded, walking over to the wall closest to him. "What was that?" he said, frowning.

"What?" Sam asked.

"I heard it too," Finn said quietly, motioning for the other boys to stop talking. He strained to hear the noise again. "There it was again." They all looked up. "It's the vent," Finn told them. "Someone's coming."

The four boys circled around the vent, waiting to see who would come out of it. Finn held the bat he'd brought and motioned to the other boys that they should grab the shovels leaning against the wall. They heard the person in the vent stop moving. "Crap," she said, moving again.

"Rachel?" Finn said, his knees feeling weak.

Rachel stopped moving. "Finn?"

Finn dragged one of the tables over to the vent, standing on it and pulling on the vent cover. "Rachel!" he called to her softly.

Rachel crawled the rest of the way to the vent opening, looking down into the face of her boyfriend. "It's you," she said, smiling.

"It's me," he told her.

Rachel pushed herself out of the vent and into his arms. He caught her, hugging her tightly to him. Neither spoke for a moment. Finn finally pulled back and kissed her. "I've been so worried," he told her.

Rachel placed little kisses all over his face. "I was worried I'd never see you again."

"I can't believe you're here." He put his hands on the side of her face, looking into her eyes. "You're real."

Rachel turned her face into his hand, kissing his palm. "As much as we're enjoying this," Kurt said from the floor, "shouldn't we maybe hurry it up a little?"

Rachel looked down, surprised. She hadn't even noticed the other boys. "Boys!" she said, smiling down at them. Her smile turned into a frown. "We're in trouble," she said, looking at Kurt. "And Blaine is in trouble too."

"Blaine? What are you talking about?"

Finn hopped onto the floor and pulled Rachel down. "Blaine rescued me," she told them. He was with me to Ms. Pillsbury's office, but then he passed out."

"His arm," Kurt said, closing his eyes. "We have to go get him."

"How are we going to do that?" Sam asked him.

"Kurt, try to call the police again," Finn told him, putting his arm around Rachel. He just needed to hold her, to assure himself she was okay.

Kurt pulled out his cell and Rachel turned to Finn. "This was a trap," she told Finn. "They lured you here so they could catch you."

"What's the point of being an emergency service if you're not available for emergencies?" Kurt said angrily.

"Dude, they're probably pretty busy," Sam said. "In case you missed it, half of our town is in the process of burning down."

Kurt held his hand up, silencing the boy. "Mercedes has texted me 17 times to let me know this was a trap. Well that's awesome." He called her number and it went straight to voicemail. "I give up," he said, frustrated. "Why do people even have phones?"

"She texted me too," Sam said, scrolling through his texts.

Mike sighed. "I left my phone in the truck. I was afraid I'd break it. Seems stupid now."

"Want to use mine to call Tina?" Sam asked, still looking through his messages.

Mike shook his head. "No, man, I just want to get out of here. If I call her, she's going to want to come down here. I don't want that. I want her to be safe."

Sam nodded. "Mercedes would be the same way," he said.

"Send Burt a message. Tell him to keep trying the police and let them know where we are," Finn told Kurt.

Kurt nodded, sending it. "We need to get Blaine. We can't leave him here," Kurt said when he was done, putting his hands on his hips.

"How are we supposed to get up there, get him down, and carry him out of this place?" Sam asked.

Kurt frowned. "I don't know," he said miserably. "I just don't want to leave him up there, alone and hurt." He sighed again. "Though I hate dark, closed spaces and this is a terrible idea, I'm going up to be with him. You guys go get help."

Finn looked at him. "Are you sure, Kurt?"

Kurt nodded. "I'm not leaving him alone and you guys would move faster without us."

Mike nodded. "We'll bring back help, dude. Promise."

"Well good luck with that," Kurt mumbled, climbing the table. "So far the police have been so helpful."

Finn helped Kurt get into the vent. "Good luck, bro. I'll see you soon."

Kurt pulled the vent closed. "If this is the last time I see any of you," he said before it was all the way closed, "I want you to know that I love you all. Finn, you and Rachel will have beautiful Finchel babies. Name one of them Kurt." With that, he closed the vent and started moving towards Ms. Pillsbury's office, holding back tears because of the strong possibility that this would be the last time he saw them.

Rachel looked at Finn, alarmed. "They really want to kill us," she said. "This could be it."

Finn pulled her to him. "I've got you," he told her. "And we're all going to make it out of here." He looked at the other boys. "Grab those shovels; we're probably going to need them."

"Should we just leave the way we came?" he asked his friends.

Sam shrugged. "It worked getting us in here," he said.

"If this is a trap, when are they planning on springing it?" Rachel wondered out loud.

The friends stood at the door, looking at each other. "I guess this is it," Mike said. "I wish I'd hugged Tina one last time."

"I wish that I'd brought rolling papers," Sam said, winking at Rachel.

Rachel couldn't help but smile. "Thank you guys for coming for me." She looked at Finn. "It means the world to me that you cared enough to risk it." In what seemed like a thousand years ago but was only two, she hadn't even had any friends; much less any that would risk their lives for her.

Finn leaned down and kissed her softly. "You're my everything, Rach," he whispered to her. "I had to."

"And we were tired of playing video games," Mike said, bumping shoulders with Sam. "Time to experience the real thing."

Rachel took a deep breath and straightened her shoulders, gripping the bat Finn had given her. "I guess it's time." She knew that though they were joking, they were scared. She was terrified of what they'd find on the other side.

Finn nodded and slowly opened the door. The night air blew over their skin like a warm breath. The four stealthily walked out of the building and into the dark, Sam shutting the door carefully behind them. They stood with their backs to the wall for a moment, each breathing hard though they'd only walked two feet.

Hearing something to the right of them, Sam and Mike looked in that direction. People were running towards them. "Shit," Sam said lowly. "Run!"

Finn grabbed Rachel's hand and pulled her behind him. The four ran around the building, towards the football field. Mike looked behind them. "They're still coming," he told his friends.

Reaching the football field, Finn stopped for a second. "Where should we go?" he asked, breathing hard.

"Let's run across the field and jump the fence on the other side," Sam said.

They got halfway across the field when the lights came on. They stopped running, shielding their eyes from the sudden brightness. "What is this?" Rachel cried.

Looking around them, they saw that they were surrounded. "This was the trap," Mike said. "We ran right into their trap."

Finn picked up his shovel. "Let us go!" he yelled.

"Why would we do that?" Josh asked, walking towards them. "We've gone to a lot of trouble to get you right here." He looked at Rachel. "Did you a lot of good getting away, didn't it?"

"Just let us go," Rachel said. "You don't have to do this."

"You're right," Josh said, raising his voice. "I don't have to do this." He turned around and looked at the group of his friends. "We don't have to do this, do we?" The crowd yelled in response. Rachel looked at Finn, frightened. The other teenagers looked crazed. "You know what we do have to do, Hudson?" Josh said, coming closer to them. "We have to follow your new "anti-bullying" policy." He looked around at his friends. "Do we want an anti-bullying policy?" The crowd shouted "No!"

"I don't believe that you're doing all of this because of a school policy," Sam shouted to them. "You're doing this because you're crazy. You're pathetic, and you're jealous of anyone that's going to make it out of Lima." He looked around at the kids he'd gone to school with. "This is crazy!" he yelled. "We're your teammates! We're in the same classes! We're real people!"

"Not for long," Josh said, still moving closer.

"Wait," Finn said, stepping forward. "You want me, right? That's what all of this has been about. You want me."

Rachel stepped closer to him, grabbing his arm. "Finn, stop," she pleaded.

"You're right, Hudson. We want you."

Finn looked at his friends, then down at Rachel. She was shaking her head, tears in her eyes. "Then take me," he told Josh, looking back up at him. "Let my friends go, and take me."

"No!" Rachel shouted.

"It looks to me like we've already got you," Josh pointed out.

"I've got a shovel," Finn told him. "If you don't agree to let my friends go, I'm going to take some of you out."

Sam stepped up too. "Finn, I'm not going to let them take you. I don't care if I go down; you're not fighting them alone."

"If you go down, I do down, too," Mike said, holding his shovel up.

"I'm not leaving you," Rachel said softly, shaking her head. "I don't care what happens." She looked up at him. "I could never leave you."

"Looks like we get all four of you," Josh said.

"Rachel, I can't let you fight," Finn said desperately. There was no way they could win this one. They all knew it.

"I don't have a choice, Finn," she told him. "I think I always knew it would come to this."

Finn looked at Josh, then at the other kids standing on the field. "You may beat us," he told them. "We may go down. But you're not winning. This isn't winning anything."

Josh shrugged, stopping in front of them. "But won't it be fun?" He signaled to the others, who ran towards them. The time had come.