"One execution down and a berry was plucked from the bush," Will said from his spot in a sheep herding field. "Rachel failed to guess the identity of the mole and ultimately became the game's first victim. The other nine players were relieved to see her go. Never the less, the game played on as they continued to work out the answer to the million dollar question, who is the mole?

"Ten strangers, working together to reach a prize total of one million dollars. But among them is a saboteur, a traitor, a double agent working for us to try and hinder the other players from banking the money. That person is the mole. Their task is simple. To win the money, they must answer one question. Who is the mole?

"Is it Santana Lopez?

"Finn Hudson?

"Quinn Fabray?

"Kurt Hummel?

"Mercedes Jones?

"Noah Puckerman?

"Brittany Pierce?

"Sam Evans?

"Or Blaine Anderson?"

Player profiles flashed across the camera as he said their names with Rachel's having been removed from the reel. Opening credits continued to roll as the camera panned to the morning breakfast table.

"Good morning players," Will said as he entered the room. "I trust you all slept well." There were a few murmurs and nods of the head. "Mercedes you look relieved."

The girl smiled and sat down her fork. "Very. I was so sure that I was going to be the first to go." Will nodded his head to her.

"I hate to put a damper on the lovely morning but last night the lot of you were asked to vote for one person you least suspected of being the mole. If you look around the table, you'll notice that one of your number is missing."

They all glanced around. "Where's the dolphin designer?" Brittany asked.

"As you may have noticed, Kurt is not here. The majority of you suspected him the least of being the mole. Likely due to his drive to get that first exemption. Kurt was retrieved from his hotel room several hours ago. Your next test is to find him. He is waiting at the train station of your next destination. You will have three hours to discover your destination and congregate back at the Verona train station. You might remember being driven here with the windows covered." They all got where this was going. "Kurt has left clues along the way to the train station that will tell you where you are headed but you will only find them if you follow the correct path. You have to go on foot. You have three hours to get there. I suggest you grab your things and go. Your time starts now."

The lot of them scrambled up from the table and hurried to gather their things before rendezvousing in front of the hotel.

"Blaine, you know Italian, you take the lead," Quinn said. The others nodded in agreement. They were about to head out when Will called out to them from his place by a car.

"If you get to the train station on time, I will give you twenty thousand dollars. However, I have a proposition for you. If the eight of you can agree on one person, I will allow someone to come directly to the train station with me. It will cost you five thousand dollars but if you choose to do it, I will guarantee ten thousand dollars to the pot whether you make it there on time or not."

The group conversed among themselves for a moment before they all nodded.

"We elect Brittany," Sam said.

"Are you sure?" They all nodded. "Very well, Brittany come with me. That will cost you give thousand dollars, bringing you down to twenty-one thousand. At the same time, you've earned a guaranteed ten thousand dollars to the pot, bringing the total to thirty-one thousand dollars. Still twenty thousand dollars to be earned, good luck."

Will and Brittany got in the car and it drove off. Blaine watched it for a moment, observing how far it drove down the street before making a right turn.

"Let's go guys," he said. "I saw the direction the car headed."

None of them needed telling twice as they all started running. Mercedes was not amused by any of this. She was not in the shape to be running through the streets. But she shoved it aside and followed the rest of them. Blaine was in the lead, his backpack on his back. They were all relieved that producers did not expect them to carry their Mole duffles while running through the streets.

They followed Blaine around the first corner where they found their first clue. Hanging on a lamppost was what appeared to be a gladiator helmet. "What good is this going to do us?" Puck asked, taking the helmet off the hook.

"It's a gladiator helmet," Blaine said. "Gladiators fought in the colosseum. That's in Rome." He had a smile spread across his face. They watched him hurry over to one of the locals and start conversing in Italian. After a few moments, he came back. "He said the car made a left at that stoplight down there and wondered why we would ever want to walk to the train station. He offered to give us a ride."

"Dude," Finn said. "Why didn't you take it?"

"Because that would be breaking the rules man boobs," Santana answered. "Will said we're meant to go on foot."

Mercedes was breathing heavily. "But some of us aren't cut out for this running everywhere." Clearly she and Finn both were ready to just hop in a car.

Just then, they heard a phone ring. Blaine found the phone in his pocket. "Hello?"

"Blaine, it's Kurt," said the pale man from the other end of the line. Blaine mouthed that it was Kurt. "I'm supposed to tell you that your time limit has been cut in half. You have an hour and a half to get to the train station." After that, he hung up.

"Shit." Blaine turned and took off running down the street at break neck speeds, the others following behind. "Move it guys! Kurt just told me the time limit has been cut in half! And if what that local said is anything to go by, we're not exactly close to the train station.

"Hold up!" Puck cried, yanking on Blaine's backpack just as they reached the stoplight where they were meant to turn left. "If that were true, why would Kurt be the one telling us? Wouldn't Will have told us?" Blaine looked skeptical. "Relax, I think he's pulling out chain, mole activity. He's trying to make us scramble so we'll be too busy worrying about getting there on time to think about asking for directions, which will get us lost and take up more time and ultimately cause us to arrive out of the time limit."

"He has a point Blaine," Finn said.

They were all quiet for a moment before Blaine slowly nodded and turned left. A huge poster with an N on it was taped to the side of a building.

"N?" Quinn questioned? "How does N relate to gladiator?" None of them seemed to have an answer for her.

"The only N thing I know is the city of Naples which begins with the letter N," Blaine said, just as confused as the others. He hurried off to find another local and get more directions.

Too bad you got the time limit thing wrong. Blaine was the smart one. Oh well, more money for me, thought the mole.

Their next right turn took them to find both a bag of apples and a postcard with a fountain on it. None of this made any sense. N plus apples pointed to Naples but Blaine was certain the fountain on the postcard was the famous one in Rome. Why on Earth was Kurt giving them mixed signals? Many of them were wondering if they had been wrong about Kurt being the mole. But then again, it could just be his strategy to make others think he was the mole so he could knock them out of the game. Everything was questionable.

Their next clue was clearly a photo of the Colosseum. They were starting to think that yes, they were going to Rome after all. The Naples clues were meant to throw them off and with Blaine's Italian they took very few wrong turns.

Still, it was some time before the lot of them finally found the train station. Will was standing there, glancing at his watch. Brittany stood beside him.

"Well done guys," he said as they all bent to catch their breaths. "You've made it within the three hour time frame." They all cheered until Will's next words stopped them short. "However, I believe Kurt was instructed to call you and tell you that the time limit had been cut in half. Due to that, you did not make it within the time limit as it took you over an hour and a half to get here. Therefore, you do not earn twenty thousand dollars and instead, it goes to the mole." They all groaned and a few of them glared at Puck. Mole activity or just an honest mistake? "Now, you'll note that Kurt left clues to two different places. Only one of them is correct. If you think we go to Naples, file onto platform A and board the train to Naples. If you think we go to Rome, file onto platform B and board the train to Rome. If Kurt is waiting for us at the train station on the other end, I'll put ten thousand dollars in the pot. If not, you get nothing and Kurt will earn an exemption from tomorrow night's execution."

"Okay, there is no way I'm letting him get the second exemption," Puck spat.

"Which train do you think we're taking?" Will asked.

"Rome," Blaine said immediately. The others all nodded. "There were more course for Rome than Naples."

"Very well," Will said. "Head on over to platform B and we'll board the train to Rome."

They all did as he said and boarded the train to Rome. Once it was on its way, there was no turning back. If Kurt was not waiting at the train station in Rome, they earned no money and Kurt would again be exempt from execution. All of them were on edge.

The feeling only increased some time later as the train pulled into the station in Rome. They all off boarded and looked around, aware that none of them saw a sign of Kurt anywhere and now they were dreading that they had made the wrong choice.

"Kurt's not here, is he?" Finn asked in a defeated tone of voice. Everyone else felt his pain.

"Let's find out," Will said. "Kurt are you here?" And that was when the familiar tall slender man came out from inside the station and they all cheered as he approached them. "Well done guys! That's ten thousand dollars added to the pot, making your total forty-one thousand dollars, with a total of fifteen thousand added today and twenty-five thousand going to the mole. Not the best day. Let's get to the hotel and relax for the night. Another test awaits you tomorrow as well as facing your second execution."

They all piled into cars and were taken off to their hotel.

I knew they should have heeded the hour and a half time limit warning but who am I to complain? I'm twenty thousand dollars richer because of that mishap, the mole thought to themselves.