"An arrow pierced the heart of another one of our players and the mole sent Brittany packing." Will was standing in the hotel courtyard. "Eight players remained after Brittany became the mole's second victim. With their number gradually decreasing, suspicions raised higher in their quest to find out 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?

"Sam Evans?

"Or Blaine Anderson?"

Player profiles flashed across the camera, now minus Brittany's as she had been eliminated. The opening credits continued to roll as the camera panned again to the breakfast table.

"Good morning players," Will said.

"Good morning."

"After yesterday's failed attempt to add more money, the pot currently stands at forty-one thousand dollars. That's not too had but you could have more. Out of a possible fifty thousand dollars to be earned in the last two days, you banked only fifteen." There were collective groans around the table. "I have received word that last night the mole got into two of your rooms. Blaine, Sam, will both of you please search your journals?"

The two of them looked at each other, neither knowing why the mole would have been in their rooms and Blaine paled slightly. If the mole had looked at his journal, they would have seen his sidetrack notes about how cute Kurt was. What if it got to Kurt?

Sam opened his journal to find a big red mole thumbprint on the first blank page.

"What did you find Sam?" Will asked.

"There's a red thumbprint in my journal." Likewise, Blaine had opened his journal to find a green thumbprint on the first blank page.

"I have one too. Except mine's green," he commented.

Will nodded. "Blaine, the mole has been very generous to you. That green thumbprint means the mole has granted you an exemption from tomorrow night's execution and you cannot be executed." He turned to Sam as Blaine's eyes went wide.

"Well, of course the mole would give himeself an exemption," Santana quipped. It was clear she still suspected Blaine of being the mole.

Not a bad idea, thought the mole. I'm guessing that's what you would do Santana?

Will put up his hand and attention went back to Sam.

"Sam, I'm sorry but that red thumbprint means you have been neutralized, making you ineligible to earn an exemption from tomorrow night's execution." Sam was visibly unhappy about this.

It had to go to someone, thought the mole.

"Ha!" Puck shouted. "You could be the mole!" Sam looked at him confused.

"If I were the mole, why would I neutralize myself?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Because if you were the mole, you wouldn't need an exemption," Kurt said. "Neutralization would be no big deal to you because you would know that you'll pass the quiz anyway. Neutralizing yourself would be a sure fire way to throw others off your path because you could make a show of being worried sick."

That's a good point. You'd make a good mole, the mole thought.

"Okay," Will said. "I need two people who like grapes and six people who aren't afraid of gambling."

The lot of them conversed for several moments, deciding who would do what and yet not having a clue what each task would mean. They finally seemed to come to a conclusion.

"So, who are my two people who like grapes?" Kurt and Blaine raised their hands. "Okay Kurt, Blaine, come with me. The rest of you stay here." Will lead them out of the hotel and down the street to a nearby vineyard, where there were several bottles lined up on a table and a tub of grapes in the grass. "Either of you ever crush grapes to make wine before?" he asked. They both shook their heads. "Well, you will today. The two of you have four hours to crush enough grapes to fill five wine bottles. Only one of you at a time is allowed to crush the grapes. You must switch off every fifteen minutes." He held up a cloth. "Use this to wring out the juice into the bottles. If you can fill five bottles in four hours, I will add twenty-five thousand dollars to the pot. I'll be back to check how you did. Your time starts now. Good luck." He headed off.

"So, do you want to go first?" Blaine asked Kurt as they stripped their shoes and socks off and rolled up their pants. Kurt headed to the table to grab the first bottle. This was the first time the two of them had been alone since the gondola ride.

"No, you can. I'll soak the juice." Blaine smiled at him as he climbed into the tub of grapes, giggling at how strange it felt to be standing in the fruit.

"This is kind of romantic," Blaine said and Kurt looked up from his spot on the ground beside the tub of grapes. He had set the wine bottle beside him and had taken the cloth in his hand. Blaine was smiling down at him. "I don't know. When I think of wine, I think of romance." Kurt smiled back at him.

"Why? Because wine is usually involved in a romantic dinner?" he asked as he started soaking the juice from the grapes Blaine was crushing. Blaine laughed.

"Why do you think the mole gave me the exemption?" Blaine asked quietly a few moments later, prompting surprise from Kurt.

Kurt seemed to think it over for a moment. "It could be any number of reasons. The mole might have people who they want to be in the finale with them. Or you could have just been randomly chosen. Or maybe you're the mole and you're trying to throw me off your trail by asking me that and everyone else off by giving yourself an exemption." He smirked up at him and Blaine laughed.

"If I were the mole, I'd definitely want you in the final three with me." Kurt blushed. "You're cute when you blush." That only made Kurt blush more.

"Come on Romeo," Kurt said a few minutes later. "Time to switch places." Blaine climbed out of the tub and helped Kurt into it. "Such a gentleman," he said. Blaine smiled and they went back to crushing grapes.

Back at the hotel, Will had lead the remaining six into the hotel's small casino. He motioned for them to gather around the craps table.

"I have in my hand six envelopes," he said, holding the envelopes up. "Inside each envelope is a card with two tasks. One of them is easier than the other. If you roll a two, four, or a six, you will have to do the easy task. If you roll a one, three, or five, you will have to do the hard task. If at least four of you complete your tasks, I will add twenty thousand dollars to the pot. Santana stay with me. The rest of you go to the small room upstairs to await your turn. Keep in mind you have no way of knowing whether or not the others have completed their tasks until you meet up again later."

They all filed out living Will and Santana at the table. Will held out the envelopes to her. She selected one.

"Open it and read the card inside."

Santana pulled the card out and laughed slightly. "Two, four, or six, paint a nude portrait or one, three, or five, pose nude. I can handle that, no sweat."

Will handed her the die and she shook it in her hand a bit before rolling it across the table. It landed on three.

"Three. That means you have to pose nude. Are you willing to accept that task?"

"Bring it," Santana said immediately. Will told her where to go and she headed off to a studio where she met with an artist and stripped down to allow him to get to work.

Will went up to the room above the casino. "Finn, will you come with me please?"

The tall man got up and followed him back down to the craps table where Will held out the remaining envelopes for him to select from. Finn took one of the envelopes and pulled out the card inside.

"What's it say?"

"Two, four, or six, have one leg casted. One, three, or five, have both legs casted." He looked up at Will. "For how long?"

"Just until tomorrow," Will replied, handing him the die.

Finn ran a hand over his head. "I don't know man. I'm clumsy enough as it is without my legs casted. If I roll an even number, maybe I'll go through with it."

"Okay, why don't you roll the die and see what happens?"

Finn drew a breath and rolled the die. It spun a few times before settling on five. He threw up his hands. "No way dude. One leg maybe, but not two."

"You remember you still have no idea whether or not Santana completed her task. In order to get the twenty thousand dollars, four of you have to successfully complete the tasks you are given. Are you sure you want to back out of this?"

The tall man shook his head. "Not two man. I'm sorry, I can't do it."

"Okay. That's fine. You can go and head out that way." He pointed him toward the exit of the casino and Finn headed out.

Again, Will returned to the room above the casino. "Sam, come with me please," he said. The blonde man got up and followed Will back to the craps table. Will held out the remaining four envelopes to him and Sam selected one. He watched him open it and pull out the card inside.

"Two, four, or six, dye your hair. One, three, or five, shave your head." Sam took a breath. "I wouldn't mind dying my hair as I use lemon juice to keep the color now. But I'm not sure about shaving my head. I don't think that would look good on me."

"Okay. Roll the die and we'll see what happens," Will replied, handing him the die. Sam clutched it in both hands and blew on it, rolling it between his palms before tossing it out onto the table. It landed on four. He let out a breath.

"You know it's going to be an outlandish color, right?" Sam nodded. "You still up for it?" Sam thought for a moment.

"Yeah. Do it for the team, right?"

"You realize that if both Finn and Santana have failed to complete their tasks, winning te money will rest on the three following you." Sam took a breath and nodded his head.

"Earning the money is important to me. If I have to go into execution tomorrow without the chance of exemption, I want to do it knowing I helped earn money."

Will nodded and gave Sam directions, watching the blonde man heading out. He returned to the small room to collect the next player.

Blaine was wringing juice into the third bottle. So far, they were making good time and doing well, laughing and talking and giggling and just generally flirting with each other.

"Switching time again Blaine," Kurt said. And as he had before, Blaine held out his hand to help Kurt out of the tub of grapes, the pale man's feet and lower legs covered in purple juice and bits of grape. However, this time, Kurt's foot caught on the edge of the tub, causing him to stumble forward and fall into Blaine's arms.

"Are you okay?" Blaine asked softly, reaching up a hand to move a stray strand of hair back into place for the other. Their eyes locked and Kurt soon found himself glancing down at Blaine's lips. "You're so beautiful Kurt," Blaine whispered. Kurt felt his cheeks flare up in heat.

"I...um..." He found that he was at a loss for words and he swallowed hard. They both just stared into each other's eyes for several moments before Kurt couldn't take it anymore. He wanted to kiss Blaine so badly but he forced himself to pull away. "We um...we should keep working."

For a moment, Blaine looked crestfallen and Kurt hoped it was because he wanted the same thing as he did. But he seemed to come to his senses and cleared his throat. "Right," he said, stepping into the tub and continuing the process of crushing the grapes.

In the casino, Will was standing at the craps table with Mercedes who had just opened the envelope she had selected and pulled out the card inside.

"Two, four, or six, take a picture of someone topless. One, three, or five, pose for a topless photo. I don't feel comfortable with either of these options."

"Take a moment to think about it Mercedes," Will said, handing her the die. "You have no way of knowing how Santana, Finn, and Sam made out. If they all completed their tasks, you doing yours may be all that's needed to earn the twenty thousand dollars for the pot."

Mercedes took a beat and shook her head. "I'm sorry, I just can't do either of those, especially not the hard one."

Will nodded. "So you're opting out?"

"Yes."

"You want to roll the die to see what you would have had to do anyway?" Mercedes gave the die a toss and it landed on one. "You sure you don't want to pose topless for a photo?" She nodded quickly. "Very well, you can head out that way," he said directing her the same way he had directed Finn.

Mercedes left the casino and Will went back up the stairs. "Puck," he said. The mohawk man got up with a wave to Quinn and followed Will down to the table. There were only two envelopes left. Puck took the right one and ripped it open. "What did you get?"

"Two, four, six, wear a ball and chain. One, three, five, walk around with stocks on your neck." He took a beat to study the card. "Let's do this."

"You're good with either of those?"

"Yep!" Will handed him the die and Puck gave it a roll. It landed on two.

"Ball and chain. You sure you're going to do this?"

"Yep. Let's do this shit!" Will nodded and gave Puck directions to where he needed to go and sent him on his way before heading back up to retrieve Quinn, the last of the six. "Quinn, follow me please."

As with the others, Will lead her back down to the craps table but instead of offering her the final envelope he set it aside. "I'm going to make you an offer Quinn. You have no idea how the others made out. So, you can take this last envelope and have whether or not you earn twenty thousand dollars ride on you completing that task, or you can agree to do every single one of the others' tasks, which if you do, I will double the money and put forty thousand dollars in the pot and you will earn an exemption."

Quinn let out a low whistle. Risk not winning any money but only being faced with one task, or be faced with completing five tasks, double the money whether not the others completed theirs and earn an exemption for herself. They couldn't be mad at her for getting the exemption if she single-handedly added forty thousand dollars to the pot, right?

"Okay, I'll take all their tasks," she said finally.

"Are you sure?" She nodded. "All right. Start rolling," he said, handing her the die. She took it and started to roll. "Six, paint a nude portrait." She rolled again. "One, have both legs casted." She rolled a third time. "Two, have your hair dyed." Quinn nodded with that one and rolled again. "Four, take a picture of someone topless." She rolled a final time. "Three, wear stocks around your neck. Are you sure you want to do all this?"

"I really want that exemption and we really need the money so...let's do it," she replied.

"All right. You don't get either of those things until everyone meets up tonight and you prove you have done all of those things. However, if it turns out that your teammates have successfully completed four tasks, no money will be earned and you will not receive an exemption." Quinn hadn't known that before making her decision but she wasn't surprised. There had to be some catch.

"Got it," she said. Will gave her all the information she needed and she headed on her way. He, meanwhile noted that Kurt and Blaine's four hours were up and headed off to meet them at the vineyard.

When he got there he found four full bottles of wine and Kurt and Blaine were nowhere in sight. "Kurt, Blaine?" he called out. The two of them came stumbling out of the vineyard, both flushed and looking slightly flustered. Kurt's shirt was partially untucked and Blaine's bowtie was askew.

As it were, neither of them had been able to hold out on their growing desire for each other much longer after the stumbling incident. They'd managed to pull off four of the five bottles before Kurt had just yanked Blaine out of the tub of grapes and pulled him off I to the vines, finally crashing their lips together in the kiss they had both been begging for.

"Oh, hi Will," Kurt said, sheepishly trying to shove his shirt back into his pants. Will gave them a knowing look.

"Your time is up," he said, deciding not to question the state of the two men. "And I see you have only filled four bottles. The tasks was to fill five bottles in four hours and you came up one short."

"Yeah...um...we kind of got a little sidetracked," Blaine replied, looking just as sheepish as Kurt did.

"I see. Well because you did not complete the task, twenty-five thousand dollars goes to the mole instead. Shall we rendezvous with the others and see what they have been up to?"

Kurt and Blaine nodded, both feeling slightly bad for allowing their desire for each other to get in the way of completing their task. They followed Will as he lead them out of the vineyard.

That night, all the players began arriving at the small care where they were meant to meet up. It wasn't until everyone had arrived when Will started to see how they made out with their various tasks.

"Kurt, Blaine, please tell the others what you were doing while they were gambling and how you made out." The two of them blushed.

"We had to physically crush grapes and fill wine bottles with the juice," Blaine started.

"If we filled five bottles in four hours, we would have earned twenty-five thousand dollars for the pot. We only filled four. We um...got sidetracked." Kurt blushed again as he finished telling them about their task. He ran a hand subconsciously over his coifed hair.

"Sorry we let you down, again," Blaine said, looking properly ashamed.

"Ugh, there's too much sexual tension between you two," Santana replied. Will turned to her.

"Santana, please tell us your task and how you made out."

The Latina smirked. "Gladly. I was either supposed to paint a nude portrait or pose nude, depending on whether I rolled an even or an odd number. I ended up having to pose nude. And here is the result," she said, rolling out the drawing of herself the artist had done.

"Well done Santana," Will said. "That's one of four so far. Finn, tell us how you made out."

Finn sighed and bit his lip. "I was supposed to cast both legs given the odd roll of the die. As you can see, I didn't go through with it." He frowned, feeling ashamed of himself.

"That's still one of four needed. Sam?"

The former blonde who was now sporting green hair, grinned. "It was either dye my hair or shave my head and well, you can guess what I got and see that I did it." They all laughed.

"You look good with green hair trouty mouth," Santana said.

"Well done Sam," Will said. "That's two of four Mercedes?"

The dark skinned woman sighed. "I was meant to take a topless photo. I just was not comfortable with that, or taking the picture of someone else topless. Sorry guys."

No one seemed to be all that upset with Mercedes. There was a line between what they would and would not do.

"You're still at two out of four. In order to win twenty thousand dollars, both Puck and Quinn need to have completed their tasks."

"Where is Quinn? Blaine asked, realizing that the blonde was yet to show up. Will smiled.

"I'm sure she'll be here soon. Puck?"

The mohawk man grinned, tugging on the chain of the ball and chain around his ankle. "As you can see, I completed my task which was to have a ball and chain locked on to my ankle."

"Good going Puck. That's three of four. Now we need to see how Quinn made out. Here she comes now!"

The whole lot of them turned to see Quinn who was quite the right sight. Her hair was purple. There were stocks around her neck. She held a poster and a photograph in her hands. And finally, both of her legs were plaster casted.

"I offered Quinn a bit of a deal," Will said as Quinn. Joined them. "You want to tell them about it?"

"Will told me that if I completed all the tasks you five were given, I would double the money and add forty thousand dollars to the pot, but only if you guys didn't succeed in completing four of the tasks. I see you only completed three."

"Which means you guys now have another forty thousand dollars added to the pot, bringing the total up to eighty-one thousand dollars." They all cheered and whooped. "There's more though. Why don't you tell them what else Quinn."

"I was also offered an exemption if I completed all your tasks." Some people groaned. But a few felt it was win-win. They all got something out of it.

"Quinn, you have earned yourself an exemption, which means you cannot be eexecuted tomorrow night. Have a good night everyone. I'll see you all in the morning."

I will get you soon Quinn. Maybe not this time, but soon, the mole thought.