Chapter 1

Tires squealed to a stop as the teens exited their cars into the dark night, the only light being from a nearby streetlight. Out stepped Quinn Fabray in her the same Cheerio uniform she always wore with her friend Sam Evans stepping out of the passenger seat. Santana Lopez wore the same attire as she stepped out of the passenger side of the car being driven by David Karofsky.

"Is he here yet?" David asked the group.

"Nope."

"You scared him." Santana commented.

"You guys, I have to take a massive piss." Puck said before heading off to do his business.

"You'll use any excuse to pull that thing out." Karofsky joked before pulling in his girlfriend, Santana and shamelessly making out with her against his truck.

Just then, a red car pulled up, blaring music that could most definitely be called obnoxious. Out stepped Blaine Anderson with the same cocky smirk he always wore. "Okay! Anyone got any beer?" He asked, knocking his fist on the car a couple times as he walked around towards his group of friends.

"We finished them all at school." replied Santana, Karofsky's hands still resting on her waist, "Besides, you've had enough." The second her reply was out the two's lips were connected again.

"I've got one."

Blaine heard the reply and walked towards his girlfriend, Quinn. "It's not cold but it's yours if you want it."

Puck butted in the conversation, moving to sit on the car next to the couple. "Yeah, all you've got to do is sit up, beg, roll over, and shake that booty." He nudged Blaine's shoulder with his elbow, laughing at his own joke.

"Thanks a lot, Puckerman." Quinn replied coldly.

"Anytime, anywhere." He answered, biting the air a couple times to tease her, as he leaned back onto the hood of the car.

Finn laughed. "This is gonna be sweet, man."

David pulled back from Santana's lips and nodded in agreement. "I'm glad I thought of it." He laughed.

Santana rolled her eyes and shoved Karofsky away a small distance from her. "You guys are animals. Just cause he's weird-"

"Hey!" Karofsky bellowed over her. "You've been talking shit the whole time here. Why don't you be quiet?" He said harshly, shoving her back against his truck.

"Hey, hey, hey." Blaine cut it. "You know how it is. Nobody's forcing him to show up."

Santana glared at Dave walking away from her. "What's the matter with you tonight?"

"Yeah. But what if he doesn't? I want to go back to the dance." Quinn said with a smile.

"Hey, Quinn." Dave called. "I've got an idea, why don't you go back to the dance by yourself?"

Puck laughed ever so slightly and most of the others all wore small smiles.

"I wasn't talking to you, Karofsky." She replied quietly, looking towards Blaine.

Blaine pointed to her. "You know I don't dance." He said, moving away from her and back towards Karofsky.

"It's true." Puck commented. "I've seen the man bust a move and it isn't pretty. But a Puckerman like myself is ready to get his freak on." He jumped down from the car and pulled Quinn against him. "So what'd you say baby?"

The blonde rolled her eyes and shoved him away with one hand. "Why don't you put your freak away before you hurt somebody."

They all laughed and started throwing out joking comments when Dave got their attention. "Hey!"

They all looked to see a white jeep pulling up to join their own. "Oh, here he comes, here he comes." Puck said.

Karofsky grinned to himself and laughed. "He's here. He's here." He turned to Blaine, who was also grinning and knocked their foreheads together, the two sharing a moment of accomplishment and excitement because this was about to be hilarious.

"Hey, check out his safari Joe truck." Joked Sam.

"I can't wait to see him fly!" Laughed Puck.

The door of the jeep opened and out stepped an awkward looking Jacob Ben Israel. He waved to them and gave them a group greeting. "Hi."

They all replied with "Hey" or "Nice shirt Jew Fro.", the latter coming from Puck and making Blaine chuckle a bit and David outright laugh.

"You're late." David told him, still not being able to hide how much fun he was having already. "I thought... I thought-thought I said be here at ten but... You-you know. When I say be here on time, be here." He stumbled a bit over his words but it didn't stop the end of the sentence from taking on a more serious tone. "Okay? Think you can remember that next time?" He asked, jumping forward at the smaller boy and laughing like an idiot when he flinched.

Karofsky walked away, punching his friends in the arms and laughing over his own joke. He, Puck, and Sam lead the group. Santana and Quinn held hands behind them. And behind the girls was Blaine walking with Jacob. "Is he always like that?" The boy asked timidly.

Blaine smirked and threw a seemingly friendly arm around Jacob's shoulders. "Always, man. So how about it, you ready to fly?"

"Wait up, baby!" Santana said, jumping on David's back. The teens got more and more excited the closer they got and screams of excitement could be heard in the air around them. Walked around the corner and headed towards the tower that was presiding over body of water that looked to be not too deep.

They all took a seat on one of the side railings around the body of water. "Okay, here's the deal." Karofsky started, "You're going to jump from up there to in here."

Blaine smirked at the boy but didn't say a word. Dave held out his arms. "That's it. Then you're one of us."

Jacob nodded, looking a little nervous.

"Okay? You ready?" Dave asked.

"Yeah."

"Yeah?" Dave asked, still not able to hide the grin on his face.

"Yeah." Jacob answered with more confidence.

Dave stood up. "Alright." He clapped Jacob on the shoulder. "Let's do this, okay?" The boy nodded and Dave walked on towards the tower, yelling out again. "Woo!"

Blaine looked over, seeing that the boy's nerves still hadn't faded. "Hey, it's cake, man." He said reassuringly, looking up at the tower. "Hell, I'm jumping with you."

Jacob took another look at the tower and stammered nervously. "H-how deep is this?"

Blaine made a face. "I don't really know. Let's go find out, huh?" He grinned and clapped him on the arm, walking off.

Jacob quickly stripped off his jacket and shirt before his nerves got the best of him and he could back out. He and Blaine stripped off the rest of their clothes and Blaine led him to the rusty ladder. The two climbed to the top and walked to the edge of the tower that look a bit too much like it was made to jump off of.

The teens at the bottom made comments and hollers to the boy's at the top.

At the top Jacob looked down at the water nervously. "H-have you done this?" He asked Blaine. The boy nodded and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Yeah man, we've all done this."

The comments and edging on from the teens at the bottom wasn't doing anything to calm his nerves. "On three." Blaine said, looking at the nervous boy beside him. "One... two... three."

On the final count Blaine made it look like he was going to jump, while Jacob actually took the plunge into the water on his own. He cried out in terror as the others laughed and hollered in amusement. He hit the water with a cringing smack but the teens only continued laughing and clapping. Blaine laughed with his friends from where he was still perched on the top of the tower.

A few seconds past of silence and when the water calmed a bit the teens could see a head floating face down in the water.

"Oh my god." Santana said worriedly.

"Oh shit." Commented Karofsky.

Quinn leaned down for a closer look. "He's hurt. Blaine he's hurt!" She called up frantically to her boyfriend. Blaine, get down here!"

The teens started to panic down on the ground and Blaine hurried down the ladder as fast as he could. They were screaming at one another and saying "I told you so", edging Blaine to hurry up. Blaine quickly jumped in the water once he made his way back to the ground and swam out to the boy floating face down.

"He's dead! What do we do if he's dead you guys?" Santana panicked.

Blaine grabbed Jacob's seemingly lifeless body and drug him to the shore where the other teens were still panicking.

"Come on, get him out of the water!"

"Watch his head, watch his head!"

"Come on, get him out!"

The light of a flashlight shone from across the body of water. "Hey, who's down there?" A voice of authority asked. The man across the way was wearing a police jacket and hat and was probably a security guard.

The kids looked up and started to run away from the water as the security guard started murmuring something into his radio about trespassers and a squad car.

"Come on, Blaine!"

"Just leave him!"

But Blaine refused. Luckily, Puck stayed behind and helped hoist Jacob's body out of the water and onto the dry ground. Puck leaned over and helped pull Blaine out of the water. "Come on, we've got to get out of here."

Blaine looked down at Jacob and back up at Puck. "Go!" He said as he knelt down next to the injured teen.

"Blaine, come on!" He yelled in frustration.

"Get out of here!"

Puck obliged and ran back to his car with the others. "I told you not to do this!" yelled Santana.

Jacob was thankfully still alive for the time being. He coughed a bit and Blaine sighed in relief, checking out the boy's face for injury and trying to keep him from screaming for help or something. "Calm down, shhhh."

Running back to her car with Sam, Quinn looked back at her boyfriend and hesitated. "Quinn, come on! Let's go! Come on, get in! I'm driving!" Sam yelled to her. She listened automatically and ran to her car. Sam started the engine and followed behind Dave's truck.

Blaine looked up at all his friend's leaving. "Shit." He muttered to himself.

Puck ran and took Jacob's jeep, the keys being left inside by the boy before the jump.

Blaine looked back down at Jacob's bloodied face and started to panic himself. "Okay, okay..." He said to himself before jumping up from the ground and leaving Jacob to grab his clothes and his shoes.

He jumped in his car, throwing his clothes to the side and trying to start the engine as quickly as possible. "Damn it." He muttered before speeding away.

He drove as fast as he could but couldn't escape the sound of police sirens behind him. He quickly turned his car around 360 degrees and hoped to god that it would delude the cop car behind him. He sped off into the grass but the cop didn't let him go and followed quickly behind him. "Shit." He muttered.

The cop sped up and drove alongside him. Blaine looked to the side and saw the man looking pointedly at him. The cop sped up and cut him off, forcing him to run his car into a group of three liquid filled trashcans.

Blaine groaned and winced, coughing a little and trying to catch his breath. He had been caught so there wasn't any point in trying to run away. He felt the blood dripping from the top of his forehead as a flashlight shone through his car window. "Keep your hands on the wheel." And Blaine did just as he was told. He was officially in deep shit.