A/N: So this...this isn't the best fic ever, I'm not as proud of it as I could be, but it marks the start of our 24 hour fic challenge. For 24 hours, we will be awake and uploading each hour. We'll be on Tinychat hopefully throughout the night and tomorrow and stuff, and we're going to try our hardest not to fall asleep. Wish us luck. 24 fics. 24 hours. Bring it on.

Rating; PG

"So, the hell are we doing here?" Santana demanded, casting suspicious glances at the buckets and sponges lining the walls.

Blaine smirked.

"Water fight." he announced, and the Warblers exploded out of their hiding spots, armed with water guns, water balloons, hoses, buckets...

The girls, with their unnaturally pitched voices, screamed at the top of their lungs, not happy with the ambush. Already, the boys had leapt into action, dodge-rolling for the buckets and running to the taps. Kurt managed to avoid most of the water, although he knew it was coming – he was still technically a Warbler, after all.

Blaine led the pack, getting his Warblers to retreat into the cover of buildings – they had rented out a school for this occasion – and let the New Directions build up their ranks. Kurt stuck with them – wondering how suspicious it came across. He helped them fill up buckets and soak sponges, all the while wondering when the Warblers would put their plan into motion.

It was a simple game of 'Capture the Flag' – somewhere within the school, unbeknownst to both teams, was a flag. There were also a flag at either base. The only catch was this game required teamwork – if one of your team members wasn't with you at your 'base' when you had the flag and the enemy's flag, the other team had free right to steal it.

At the base, water-proof walkie-talkies for each person were set out – they had a specific channel that wouldn't connect to the Warbler's side.

"Gee…they planned this well." Rachel commented, strapping the walkie-talkie to her belt.

"Alright, all the guys will search for the flag – everyone separate and once you've got the flag, say it clearly through the walkie-talkie." Puck commanded, and Santana glared pointedly at him.

"Who says you're the boss?"

Puck grinned smugly. "Four years of lazer-tag. I'm a professional."

Santana rolled her eyes.

"Anyway, you girls need to run interference – if you see a Warbler, tackle him!"

"Wanky…"

"Everyone ready?" Puck called, and there were several chorus' of affirmatives. "New Directions, OUT!"

"That was lame." Tina commented, a smirk on her lips as she picked up her water gun.

The boys spread out in commando form, ducking behind buildings and disappearing from sight. Kurt shook his head – they were far too into this – and started on his 'special ops' mission.

"Kurt!" Rachel followed him, a water pistol in her hands.

Kurt froze. This wasn't the original plan…but it wasn't like he could tell her to go a different way.

"This is so exciting." She laughed, and Kurt shook his head.

"Apparently it's tradition. The Warblers host a fight each year before Regionals, against the opposing team. Helps build teamwork and strategy, as well as fuelling healthy competition." Kurt grinned.

"You sure know a lot…" Rachel said suspiciously.

"I…uh….I was reading the Warbler handbook Wes had printed."

"Were you now?" A sinister voice came from the shadows. "Traitor."

The two of them were suddenly drowned in a series of buckets of water, and Kurt almost made the comparison to being slushied. Rachel let out an ear piercing scream, before she was grabbed by Flint.

"Hey!" she cried. "This isn't fair!"

Blaine was holding Kurt, but he didn't struggle.

"You were behind this too?" she squealed. "Traitor!"

Kurt laughed.

"This isn't about teamwork." Blaine snorted. "There's no way this game makes sense if it was about that."

Rachel was confused.

"Never leave a man behind." Jeff grinned, his empty bucket dangling loosely by his side. "It's one of the Warbler's greatest motto's. These little water fights are always to find out if other show choirs have the same moral codes. We always have a plant." He motioned to Kurt.

Rachel huffed at them indignantly. "I still don't think it's fair. Why me?"

"Because a lot of them hate you." Kurt put simply, and she pouted. "In a good way, though." He soothed, a small grin on his lips. "I honestly want to see if they come rescue you."

"They will." Rachel said confidently - but then her smile faltered. "At least, I think they will.."

^.^

"Okay guys, sound off. Who's where?" Puck called into his walkie-talkie. "Anyone found the flag yet?"

"No, but I'm soaked." Santana said in disgust, peering around the corner. "They keep dumping water on me and disappearing. And Britt's with me."

"I've got Mercedes and Tina." Finn answered. "And no sign of the Warblers, or the flag."

"I can see the flag." Artie replied. "Mike and I found it, but it's pretty heavily protected - four Warbler's that we can see."

"Is that everyone?" Puck asked, and everyone paused to count. "Sam's with me."

"Where's Kurt and Rachel?"

They waited in silence, and Blaine grinned when he heard it over Kurt and Rachel's walkie-talkies.

The Warblers remained silent, waiting.

"Kurt?"

"Rachel?"

"Maybe the talkies are broken?"

"I doubt that."

They continued to talk for a while – nothing substantial.

"They probably took the batteries out of some to mess with us…" Sam growled.

"Or not." Blaine called through Kurt's walkie-talkie. "We could just be holding Kurt and Rachel hostage."

"You wouldn't…" came a growl.

Blaine grinned, holding the talkie to Rachel's lips.

"Sound desperate." He whispered, and Rachel rolled her eyes, going along with it.

"They've got me guys! Ugh…me and Kurt…and oh my god…the water, it's so cold!"

Blaine suppressed a laugh as there were shocked gasps from the walkie-talkie.

"You're going to die, Warblers. We'll find you, and we'll get you. Nobody takes our Berry, or Kurt."

"Nice to know I'm wanted." Kurt muttered, though he wasn't really offended.

Blaine just laughed, before cutting the device off.

"Come on, we need to get you guys further into our base."

"What stops me from just…running away?" Rachel asked.

"Flint." Blaine said, and the stocky Warbler prodded for forward, a grin on his lips.

"Fine." She pouted, obeying easily for a few steps – before trying to make a break for it

Flint was ready for her though, and tackled her before she got too far, expertly flipping them around so she landed on his chest, unharmed, but securely caught.

"Ugh." She mumbled, getting to her feet and meekly following the Warbler's – but her eyes were bright, and Kurt knew she was taking everything in, analysing the best way back out of the maze they were in and trying to calculate her best chance at getting away.

^.^

"Guys, we need a plan. Team meeting, back at the base." Puck announced, ignoring the grumbling that accompanied his words. "Except you Mike and Artie. Stay where you are, keep an eye on that flag."

"Roger that." Artie called.

It took a little while, but eventually they were all back.

"The Warblers captured our friends."

"Stealing our talent." Finn growled.

They were really into this.

"Why don't we just storm them?" Brittany asked.

"They're smart. They know this area. It'd be all too easy to ambush us."

They were all silent, glancing at each other.

"Mike and I could distract them." Artie's voice came through the walkie talkie. "There are at least eight of them here now. We could make them think we're going for the flag, while another group moves out towards their base – they have to have Rachel and Kurt there."

"Brilliant." Tina grinned.

"Some of us should stay here!" Quinn interjected. "In case they try and take our flag."

Puck nodded. "Good idea. We need three groups."

"Team Distraction already has Mike and Artie – Britt and I will join them." Santana spoke up.

"I want to rescue Rachel." Quinn announced. "I'm team Rescue,"

"Me too." Finn spoke up, and Mercedes and Sam also nominated themselves.

"Alright. That leaves the rest of us the guard the flag." Puck nodded, flexing his bicep as he swung his water gun over his shoulder.

"Good luck!" Brittany called, running after Santana as she marched off.

^.^

"So, what's our plan to distract them?"

"I don't know about you, but I was just going to wheel into the middle of them, screaming my head off, trying to get as many of them as I can..." Artie shrugged.

Mike grinned. "I'm cool with that."

Santana rolled her eyes.

"What if we attack them with a heap of water balloons first? Then get one of us to keep them going as the other three try to get the flag?" Brittany suggested.

They exchanged glances.

"Sounds good."

^.^

"Okay, make sure you guys get your supplies up." Puck instructed from where he was filling his water gun. "We can't run out when they attack us."

With murmurs of assent, Rory, Sugar and Tina moved off, stocking up on water balloons, and filling an extra couple of buckets, moving them back closer to the base.

"Pick a spot you can see them coming!" Rory called, and they all settled in.

"And now we wait." Tina said softly, tense as she kept a look out.

^.^

"Shit, they picked a good spot for their base." Finn murmured.

"Why isn't ours that good?" Mercedes frowned.

"They picked the war ground, they get first pick for their base." Sam shrugged, shouldering his water gun. "Now, what's our plan of attack?"

^.^

The Warblers were amusing themselves listening to the New Directions plan, knowing they'd be able to counter-attack anything they did. Rachel was pouting in a corner as Flint kept a careful eye on her, and Blaine and Kurt sat close together, almost on top of each other as they whispered together.

"So what happens when they come here?" Rachel asked, and Wes glanced at Thad, who looked at David, who shrugged.

"Look up, princess." Flint grinned at David's nod, and she frowned, tilting her head up.

Suspended on a net, high above line of sight, sat what looked like hundreds of water balloons. Rachel's mouth dropped open.

"Oh my god..."

^.^

"Operation Distraction are go!" Artie called, and the Warblers found themselves under attack from a barrage of water balloons. Santana and Brittany ran for the flag while they were distracted, snatching it and bolting away. Grabbing supplies, the Warblers gave chase.

The race was on.

"Puck, we're headed over to you." Santana panted into her walkie-talkie. "We've got the flag, but the Warblers aren't far behind us. We need you to cover us."

"Noted." Puck replied. "Get ready." he called to the others.

Santana appeared around a corner, Brittany close behind her as they sprinted toward the safety of the base. Mike and Artie were a few metres behind them, Mike pushing the chair as Artie flung what was left of the water balloons behind them.

"Attack!" Puck ordered as the Warblers rounded the corner.

Team Distraction stood back, exchanging smug glances as the Warblers were forced to retreat. Before they had much time to celebrate, Finn's voice came over the walkie-talkie.

"Ugh, guys? We're in trouble."

"We're coming!" Puck shouted, and the two joined teams bolted towards the Warbler base.

^.^

The Warblers were all behind the safety of the water-balloon trap - Nick was ready to cut the rope as soon as the New Directions entered the playing field. Blaine was tying the two captives to their chairs, back to back - right in the middle of the trap.

"Sorry you have to go through with this." Blaine apologised gently, kissing Kurt on the cheek.

Kurt shrugged. "I'm taking one for the team."

Blaine nodded and grinned. "We'll be out of sight. Good luck."

Blaine hurried up the slope to grab his gun, before circling around. If only one of the New Directions members went out to untie Kurt and Rachel, the other Warblers were going to flush them all into the ring.

It was fool-proof.

^.^

Finn's group had been trapped in a corner by the patrolling Warblers, and before they knew it they were being herded slowly into the base, closer and closer to Kurt and Rachel.

Puck's team found them before too long, and Puck and Finn traded wary glances.

"I don't like this. It's too quiet."

"And all the Warbler's have disappeared."

They stuck close together as they crept through the buildings. Finally, they came around the corner and spotted Rachel and Kurt.

Puck surveyed the area.

"I can't see any of them." he said in frustration, frowning. "Why would they tie them up and just leave them there?"

Mercedes shrugged.

"Well, are you going to just leave them there?" she demanded, and Puck shook his head, stepping out toward them.

Yells from behind the group made them turn warily, backing towards the tied up pair.

The Warblers seemed to move in a giant herd, yelling and growling and already spraying water, and the New Directions immediately had the same thought; RUN!

They turned and sprinted, just as the Warbler's expected, and Nick cut the rope.

They heard the net break, and looked up in time to get completely drenched.

There was a stunned silence - then the Warblers started yelling, congratulating themselves.

Puck wiped the water off his face and grinned.

"Well, I guess we fell for that one, huh?"

Blaine was already untying Kurt and Rachel, pulling Kurt into a hug as soon as he was free.

Nick grinned, shouting to Puck.

"Not exactly... You've still got to get back to your base!"

Puck looked at his bedraggled team and grimaced.

"Run!"

A/N: Mind you, Claire is going to fall asleep. I bet you.