Post-Furt: Spinning off from Glee, Kurt begins an entirely new chapter in his life at Dalton Academy for Boys. Blaine, Wes, David and the boys of Windsor House make his life, for better or worse, far more eventful than he imagined.
The passerby ran screaming even from the sidewalks as the Range Rover laid rubber around the bend and started racing down the adjoining street at breakneck speed. Kurt gasped as bullets banged against their doors from the pursuing car behind them.
One powerful blast smashed at a side mirror and Evan winced, veering slightly off road again in an attempt to evade more fire.
"I thought you said you guys knew how to drive!!" Kurt yelled, ducking low in the backseat.
"We do!" the Twins screamed almost happily as they smashed into a mailbox and kept going. The bullets kept hailing and some ammo smashed into the back window and cracked it.
Evan veered sharply again and made a straight line through St. Magdalene square, flying over gray pavements and sending the people in the square racing. “Ethan!” he yelled over the roar of the engine and gunfire, “Think we can shake ‘em?!”
Ethan, who was actually sticking his head out the passenger’s side window, his blond hair blowing madly, screamed back, “That’s highly unlikely!”
Kurt reached out and grabbed the back of Ethan’s jacket and hauled him back inside, just narrowly avoiding a bullet that smacked into the other mirror. “Where the hell are the Stuarts?!” Blaine yelled.
As though in answer to his question, the black Jeep broke out of a narrow alley, paint ripped up at the side and Logan shot past them with their own pursuing car racing after.
"Fuck it, Logan, this thing can’t go any faster?!" Derek yelled from the passenger’s seat.
"Well it’s not a racecar, Derek…" Logan snapped and glared at the road as he continued to hit the accelerator, blazing past Market Avenue and smashing one of the stall posts, sending debris flying.
There was a rattling boom and one of their windows burst into a million cracks as the shotgun fire smacked at it. “You guys okay?!” Derek yelled even as Bailey and Lawrence nodded shakily.
Julian sighed almost irritably. “Derek, give me your cannon!”
Derek threw him the triple-action. “What are you—”
Pulling out his own gun, Julian threw the sunroof open and got up, turning toward the other car, the wind whistling past his ears and blowing his brown hair—he started blasting both guns right into their windshield—busting at least three holes in.
"Julian!" Bailey dragged the actor back down into the car as bullets rained at the roof, sending sparks flying. He gasped as the Windsor’s Rover flew past them, swerving again into a different direction at Main Street. A second car raced after them, making the race two-to-one.
"Hey little Knight—can you handle this?" Evan yelled, glancing at the rearview, from where he was in the other car with the Windsors who were in hot pursuit of the Jeep and the Stuarts.
"Excuse me," Dwight muttered. He kicked open their door with his heavy combat boots, pulling out a sawed-off shotgun from under the seat and cocked it with one hand.
"Dwight—don’t!" Kurt yelled.
Dwight actually stuck his entire upper body out of the car, one hand grasping at the roof as he aimed for the other cars and made a single blast. There was a sickening crash as one of the cars’ windshield erupted into shards. The other car veered sharply and smashed heavily into the other one, sending both cars off-course and crashing into a nearby storefront wall.
Dwight only squinted a little in the wind as everything erupted into a ball of flames. Then he ducked back in and slammed the door shut. “Handled.”
"You guys are all insane!” Kurt screamed.
"We know!" the Twins screamed back as they hurtled forward down the street as they saw the Stuarts—Derek and Julian firing at their pursuers from the windows—blaze past them again. "That’s our cue!"
Blaine groaned and grabbed Kurt—the two of them ducked again as the Twins burst the Rover through a wire fence and went after the Stuarts.