"So, is it safe for me to go home?" Kurt asked as he neared his car.

Blaine bit his lip and looked around. "I'm really not sure. Would you mind if I hang around for a little longer? Just to make sure no one is tracking you."

Kurt glanced over at Blaine. "Blaine. Please. We're dating, of course you're allowed to hang around me."

Blaine smiled sheepishly and walked with Kurt the rest of the way to his car.

"So you didn't drive here?" Kurt asked as he unlocked his car.

Blaine shook his head. "I used one of the, uh, Company's cars. They get picked up within a half hour."

Kurt raised an eyebrow, "The Company?"

"Right. I'm not technically allowed to acknowledge their existence."

"This shit just keeps getting weirder and weirder," Kurt murmured as he dug in his pocket for his keys, and then got into the car. Blaine followed Kurt on the opposite side, sliding into the passenger's seat silently.

Kurt slid his key into the ignition, but didn't turn on his car. Instead, he leaned his head back against the chair. He pointed over to the glove compartment. "Blaine, could you get the aspirin from there?"

Blaine clicked it open and grabbed the bottle, shaking out two small white pills and handing them to Kurt. He took them graciously and closed his eyes.

Meanwhile Blaine was shifting around in his seat, trying to take off his cape. When he finally managed to get it off, he folded it neatly and placed the bundle on his lap.

"I like the bird print on the back. It's a nice touch."

Blaine smiled proudly and smoothed out the polyester cloth. "Thank you. I came up with the design myself."

Kurt started quietly chuckling, which quickly grew into full on laughter.

"What's so funny?" Blaine asked.

"I'm sorry but Nightbird? I don't know. It doesn't seem like the kind of name that would make a villain run away in terror."

Blaine crossed his arms over his chest protectively and sat up straighter in his seat. "Hey, I love the name. I'm Nightbird, the nocturnal avenger."

Kurt wiped at the corners of his eyes. "Well it did seem to make Sebastian uneasy, so I guess it's doing its job."

Blaine's eyes darkened at the mention of Sebastian's name, a reaction that did not go unnoticed by Kurt.

"So do I get to know why you wear that costume on what seems to be a regular basis? I'm a bit hurt that you haven't mentioned the fact that you own a spandex suit sooner. I also want to know why I wa—."

Blaine suddenly placed his hand on Kurt's shoulder, silencing the other boy mid-sentence. He closed his eyes and tilted his head to the right.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked in a hushed whisper.

Blaine kept his eyes shut, "you may want to start the car."

He nodded clumsily turned the key and started his car.

"Is there somewhere I should be going?"

Blaine sat up, opening his eyes again and quickly hooking his cape back on. "Anywhere but home. I'm going to need to use the back seat…"

Kurt nodded and began to back out of his parking space. Blaine slipped into the back, and Kurt could hear an electronic beeping followed by an all too familiar voice.

"Quickgold at your service."

"Is that Cooper?" Kurt asked from the driver's seat. "And isn't Quicksilveran X-Men character?"

"It's Quickgold," Cooper responded from the device. It was similar to a phone, but also not at all. There was a clear video of Cooper on the screen that Kurt could see in the rearview mirror.

"Little brother, would you like to explain to me why I am talking with a civilian. Moreover, one who must know your secret identity, given that you're in costume?"

"Cooper, you've told every girl you've gone out on a date with about your secret identity. I think I'll be okay if I let it slip this one time."

"Fine," Cooper huffed, "but I'm not explaining this one to dad."

"Is there anyone in your family that isn't a superhero?" Kurt questioned.

"He's not at liberty to answer that question," Cooper said.

Blaine gave Kurt an apologetic look in the rearview mirror. "Cooper, I—."

"You will refer to me only as Quickgold. I am still your superior."

Blaine rolled his eyes, "Okay, Quickgold. I need you to do a few scans for me. We've had a run in with Sebastian…"

"Sebastian? But how? He's been demoted."

"You tell me. He was there. I called in a Crew to get him, but I may have left too early."

"You left him there? Alone? Blaaainnee."

"Nightbird."

"I am going to call you Blaine because you made a rookie mistake. You neverleave a captive alone."

"Thank you for reminding me. The point that I'm trying to make here is that I think he got out. I think I heard him right outside of our car."

Cooper sighed. "Alright, fine. I'm going to need you to set up the locaters where you are, and you might want to set up a few other scanners to make sure you're not being followed."

Blaine nodded and started pulling out multiple gadgets, setting them all around the back seats.

"Make sure the meter is set to six. You remember last time…"

Blaine let out a frustrated puff of air. "You're never going to let me live that down, are you?"

"Nope. Okay, I'm not seeing anything out of the ordinary except a little blip on the corner of Beacon and Maine."

"This is so stereotypically movie-like. I don't even know how to react to any of this." Kurt said from the front.

"Blaine, please tell your boy-toy to keep it down. I'm trying to concentrate."

"Would everyone please stop calling Kurt a toy!"

"Geez brother, calm it down. It was just a joke."

"It's not funny."

"Actually—" Kurt began.

"Don't encourage him," Blaine cut off.

At that moment, a pair of headlights appeared behind Kurt. Blaine whipped around and peered through the back window. He visibly relaxed a few seconds later, after deciding it wasn't a threat.

He turned back to the screens as the other car turned a corner, leaving Kurt and Blaine alone on the street again.

Suddenly Blaine deflated. "Oh no."

"Oh no? What's wrong?"

"Kurt, could you pull over?" Blaine said, a slight quiver in his voice.

Kurt did as Blaine asked, rolling his car over to the side and coming to a stop. The street around them was barren; there wasn't a single streetlight or sign to give any indication as to where they were. Kurt turned off the car and twisted around to look at Blaine. He noticed that all of the screens were now either black or buzzing with static.

Blaine glanced up at him with worry. "I'm not sure what's going on, but…"

"But?" Kurt prompted.

Blaine opened his mouth to respond, but instead of words, Kurt heard the sound of glass breaking, and turned to see a small hole in the side of his car window.

"Damnit, not again! One rock through the windshield three years ago was enough."
Kurt turned to Blaine in time to see his eyes roll back into his head. Blaine then slumped over, giving Kurt full view of the dart that was lodged into his neck.

Kurt's eyes widened, and his breaths quickened rapidly. A voice in his head told him that he needed to calm down and call for help, but the words wouldn't come; once he felt the tell-tale prick against his skin, the only thing he could think of was how many more times would he have to be knocked out before this would all end.