I know very little about cars and racing so I'm going off what the movie says. Sorry. If you're a car/racing fan, you can correct me on anything. (Nicely please.)

Blaine is out of character. BUT ONLY FOR A FEW CHAPTERS! Just like in the movie: Lightning was a total jerk in the beginning but became a nice guy at the end.

They are NOT really cars. They are human. I do not own Glee, Cars, or anything I might mention.

Okay...Here we go. Focus. Speed. I am speed. One winner. Forty-two losers. I eat losers for breakfast. Mmm, breakfast. Maybe I should've eaten something. Like a beagle! No! Focus. Right. Uh… oh yeah, I'm faster then fast. Quicker then quick. I am Lightning!

A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. "Hey Blaine. You ready yet?" Mac called.

"Yeah. I'm ready!" Blaine answered. He stepped out of his trailer, the sun hitting his face. This was it. Today was the day. "Let's go win this!" He ran down to the stadium, hopped into the pit, and made his way to his car. He ignored most of his crew.

"Welcome back to the Dinaco 400." The announcer said. "I'm Bob Cutlass, here with my very good friend, Darrell Cartrip. We're half way though one of the most historical races yet!"

"My blood pressure's though the roof! Anymore excitement and they'll have to call the ambulance." Darrell cut in.

"Right you are, Darrell. Three cars are tied for the season points lead, heading into the final race of the season. And the winner of this race will win the season title and the Piston Cup. Does The King have one more victory in him before his retirement?"

"He's been Dinaco's golden boy for years! I know he'll win them one last Piston Cup."

Bob laughed. "In the race we also have Sue Sylvester. She's been chasing the tail fin of The King for years."

"Sue thought this was her year, Bob, her chance to finally emerge from The King's shadow. But the last thing she expected was... Blaine 'Lightning' Anderson!"

"You know, I don't think anybody expected this. The rookie sensation came into the season unknown. But everyone knows him now. Will he be the first rookie to win a Piston Cup and land Dinaco?"

"The legend, the runner up, and the rookie! Three cars, one champion!" Darrell turned off the microphone. "Thank God the season's almost done!" His friend chuckled. "What?"

"Nothing Darrell."

"WOOOOYOOOHHH!" Blaine yelled. He'd just flown by the car in third place. Only two cars stood in his way of the Piston Cup. Only two more cars 'till Dinaco. He was so close he could taste it.

Sue was in the car next to him. Just to tick her off, Blaine waved with a flashing smile on his face. She did not find it amusing. At all. She gripped the steering wheel harder and flipped him the bird. 'Well then!' he thought.

He sped up, but Sue was just slightly faster. She pitted the guy in front of her, causing him to spin out of control. Blaine slammed on the breaks just in time. The guy spun right past him barreling into the cars behind. Blaine lost a lot of ground, too much ground. "All right Blaine. You have ten laps left. Bring her in. And look! Yellow flag." A random crewmember said in his ear. Larry? Gary? John? Who cares?

"No way. I lost to much ground!" He repeated his thoughts. "I can last."

"Blaine! You're an idiot! No car on Earth can handle that. Bring her in now! It will just be a simple fill'er up and tire change."

Blaine looked at the fuel tank. It was near empty. Crap. He sighed. "Fine. But gas only! We have to win this. I'll be the first rookie to win." A groan was heard. "Don't give me that. I'll-I mean we, we'll go down in Piston Cup history!"

True to his word the racer pulled into the pit. Four guys jumped out and started on the car. "Here's some water." One handed him a bottle. He flashed his award-winning smile that said 'Thank you but you're not important enough for me to answer verbally.'

"No. No. No. Don't change the tires. We don't have time!" He called out the window. His crew looked at him, annoyance with a tiny bit of hate evident in their collective eyes.

One of them said, "Fine. Go lose then!" Blaine scoffed. Thinking to himself 'I never lose,' he hurried out of the pit.

"You know the rookie just fired his crew chief. That's the third one this season!"

"Well he says he likes working alone Darrell."

"Looks like it's all gas-and-go's for Anderson today."

"That's right, no tires! Is he crazy?"

"Normally, I would say 'a short-term gain, a long-term loss,' but it's working for him. He obviously knows something we don't, Bob. Looks like Sue got caught up in the pits."

"Yeah, after a stop like that, she's got a lot of ground to make up. Get ready boys and girls, we're coming to the restart!

Laps passed by quickly. "This is it! One lap to go and Blaine Anderson has a huge lead."

"He's got it in the bag. Call in the dogs and put out the fire! We're gonna crown us a new champion!"

Down at the field, a surprising loud pop is heard. "Oh, no! Anderson's blown a tire! Bob, what's he gonna do?"

"And with only one turn to go! Can he make it?" Another pop called out.

"He lost another tire! The King and Sue are coming up fast! This is madness Bob. Pure madness."

"Darrell, They're entering turn three as we speak!"

"COME ON CAR!" He was losing his lead. And fast. Only a few more yards to go...

"I don't believe what I'm watching, Bob! Blaine Anderson is a hundred feet from his Piston Cup!"

"The King and Sue rounding turn four."

"Down the stretch they come! And it's, and it's..."

Blaine's car wobbled down the track. The finish line was right there!

"It's too close to call! Too close to call!"

"I can't believe it, Bob. I just cannot believe this at all!"

"The most spectacular, amazing, unbelievable ending in the history of the world! And we don't even know who won! What in the world?"

"Let's go down to Victoria at Victory lane. Hello Victoria."

"Hello Bob, Darrell. I'm here in Victory Lane, awaiting the race results. Anderson that was quite a risky move, not taking tires."

One of the crewmembers said with anger, "You're telling me!"

"Are you sorry you don't have a crew chief?"

Another crewmember barked out a laugh. Blaine walked up to her, helmet under his arm. His curly hair was loose and a slight sheen of sweat clung to his forehead. "Oh Victoria. There's a lot more to racing than just winning! I mean, taking the race by a full lap? Where's the fun in that? No, no, no. I wanted to give folks a little pizz azz!"

She raised an eyebrow. "Pizzazz?"

"Am I sorry I don't have a crew chief? Not a chance. 'Cause I'm a one-man show."

"That was a very confident Blaine Anderson. Coming to you live from Victory Lane, I'm Victoria Smith."

Cameramen were every direction. Not that Blaine cared. He was born for this. Questions came from all angles. Several fan girls came up asking for autographs. Many asked for a date. "Sorry ladies, not my type." They looked like someone kicked their puppy.

He was sitting on the hood of his car, waving at the flashes of light. His crew rushed around his car, fixing the tires and changing the oil.

One of the many paparazzi shouted out to the crew guy, "You're in the way!" The crewmember's eyes shot daggers.

"Hey Gary, you're in the shot! Do you think you could move or something?" Blaine said, not even looking at the poor soul.

"You know what? Screw you! I'm leaving. Come on guys we're done."

"Hey team! Where are you going?"

"We quit 'Mr. One-Man Show'! Good luck winning with no crew."

He yelled back, "Yeah cause it's so hard to find someone to fill up a car with gas! Now where we?" He turned to the cameramen.

About an hour flew by without a hitch. All the paparazzi had left around a half an hour ago. Blaine was playing games on his phone. "Go, go, go, go." He chanted. "YES! TAKE THAT EVIL PIG KING!"

"FRODO!"

"What?" He was so surprised he dropped the phone and jumped back several feet. "I didn't do it and you can't prove anything! Oh, it's just you."

"Why yes Hobbit it is me, Mrs. Sue Sylvester. I have to say that was pretty good racing out there you did. And by you I do mean myself. I was fantastic."

The Racer rolled his eyes. "Yeah, whatever. We all know it was me that won. You and I both know I'll be the new face of Dinaco. Duh."

"Now look here you little Afro wearing freak. I have been waiting for this for this longer then you've been on Earth. I will not have some rookie hot shot come in and ruin it. Do you understand me, Frodo?"

He muttered something under his breath that sounded a lot like 'You're crazy'. Who did this lady think she was? He was Blaine Freakin' Anderson. The first rookie to win a Piston Cup! No old chick was going to take that from him.

"Answer me, dwarf."

With an eyebrow raised he repeated himself, just louder. She looked downright furious. "I have no idea were you come from but believe me-" She was interrupted mid-rant by a tiny man. And that's Blaine talking. The tiny dude told them that they found the winner. Blaine smirked. How cute! They didn't want to crush the other's dreams yet.

As they were walking The King came up to Blaine. "You sure are a gutsy racer."

"Thanks."

"You got more talent in your big toe then most people have in their entire persons"

"Really?" Blaine smiled. "That's gre-"

The King interrupted him, "But you're stupid."

He blinked a couple of times. What? "Excuse me?"

"This ain't a one-man show as you seem to think. You need to get a clue and gather a good crew and chief. You're not gonna win unless you have some good folk behind you, alright?"

But The Rookie wasn't listening to him. He was stuck in a day dream. He was Dinaco's new golden boy. He was the one in sky blue. He was a super famous movie action star. It was him that had all the adoring fan girls/boys. His name up in lights. What a dream!

"...And that's the secret to a good race." Wait, was The King talking to him this whole time? Just nod and smile Blainey-bear. Just smile and nod.

"Now, Darrell, it's time to name our 2011 Piston Cup champion!" Blaine smiled to himself.

"This year we have a bit of a special winner." His smile only got wider. He was sure by 'special' the announcer meant The Rookie!

"The winner is..." Blaine burst though the curtains. "A three way tie!" Oh hell no! The other two champions walked onto the stage. Sue smirked at him. The look said, 'Take that Frodo'.

"That's right Bob. All three will race in New York in two weeks to decide the Piston Cup final champion." Oh well that's okay... if he (almost) beat them once he could do it again.

"We'll see you all in two weeks. I'm Bob."

"And I'm Darrell. Signing off from the Piston Cup Almost-Final!"

"Hey Blaine! Congrats on the tie!"

"I don't wanna talk about it Mac. Lets just go. I wanna get to New York as fast as possible." He glared at Sue. He remembered the conversation they had after the announcement.

She told him that it was going to be her schmoozing on Dinaco. That she was going to be the new golden boy- or girl in her case. He had to make it first. He just had too!

"Okay then. We will hit the road after your guest appearance."

"No, no, no, no!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" The TV-him said. "Do you have a rusty bumper? Is it the cause of embarrassment for both you and your family?" Laughter emanated from the TV, followed by a man saying 'yes'. "Then go out and get you some Rust-eze! It will clean up any unsightly bumper rust! Just one squirt and your bumper could look like mine!"

"This is soo gonna suck badly." He groaned before walking into the tent.

"ANDERSON!" The entire tent roared. They didn't sound angry. Just overly excited. "Congrats, man." One of them clapped his back. The Rookie flashed a nervous smile. The dude who owned Rust-eze waved his over.

Blaine climbed onto the small collapsible stage. A slight wave of the hand and they might let him go! "HHOOOWWWDDDYY, Mr. Anderson. That was sure some mighty fine racing out there!"

"Thank you Teddy. I tried my best, you know."

"I do. I do. Go to sleep, we need you in top condition for the big race!" THANK YOU TEDDY! FREEDOM!

"Are you sure? I don't mind stay for a little while." Curse you mouth that speaks before thinking!

Teddy laughed. "You see that! He's a fighter. Nah, you probably wanna hit the road. Go on. Git." The owner shooed Blaine into the awaiting truck. His hind end landed on the hood of his car. He gave them one more smile and closed the door.

"Thank GOD!" And with that he collapsed onto the hood.

It was way down the road before Mac started to became tired. He flipped on the intercom, only to hear Katy Perry blasting from Blaine's end.

"CAUSE YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE I'M LIVING A TEENAGE DREAM!"

"BLAINE!"

"What!" Blaine yelled before he crashed into something.

"Are you alright?" He heard a tiny 'yeah.' "I wanted to know if you'd wanna stop at one of the truck stops or somethin'"

"Oh no way! We just have to get to New York first. If it'll help I will stay up with you."

"You'd really do that for me?" A distinctive 'cha' sounded. Wow. Blaine's a better friend the he had originally thought. Maybe this wouldn't be too bad...

Later down the road he started to drift off. He though absolutely nothing of it. It wasn't the fact that he didn't know it was happening. It was the fact that he just could not care! Who could? The other side felt sooo good! He switched the intercom back on. "Umm, Blaine." Hearing no response he continued. "I know you don't want me to stop but… uhh um" His voice got softer and softer as he drifted to the dark side.

Blaine had no idea what was going on. One minute everything was fine, he was just sitting on the hood of his car, back on the windshield, the next thing that registered in The Rookie's mind was a incredible loud screeching sound. He opened his eyes and immediately wished he didn't.

Sparks were everywhere.

He probably yelled something but loud screeching and music drowned it out. What on Earth was going on? Just when he thought nothing could make this anymore weirder it all stopped, but the sparks continued on. Colorful lights he didn't see before moved in the same direction. If Blaine looked close enough he saw-CRAP! That's his truck. The sparks disappeared as the door slammed shut. No, no, no, no, no!

He jumped off his car and ran towards the run away truck. "MAC! MAC! MAC STOP!" Only it wasn't Mac that stopped, Blaine did. Only after he was two seconds from being hit with a mini-van.

This is not good. Wait! Idea! He hurried back to his car. Luckily he left the keys in. If anything could catch up to Mac, a racecar would.

The engine roared to life. The Rookie gunned it. Where is he? Visibility was minimal. You see, Blaine's car had no headlights. Why? The racetrack is lit up so they where not needed.

He looked all around but Mac was long gone. Or so he thought. In his peripheral vision he caught a glimpse of a red sixteen-wheeler. YES! Blaine tore down the road. Almost there...

The Rookie pulled up next to gigantic truck. Come to find out. It wasn't him. It was some blond chick. The road came up to a split and she chose the right. Mad as can be, Blaine stepped out of his car that had stopped merely seconds ago. He slammed the door and watched the fake-Mac drive away.

This day could not get worse. He (almost) lost the Piston Cup because of his own stupidity, he had embarrassed himself, and now he lost Mac and he had no way of contacting anyone. His cell phone was on the stupid truck!

What a great freaking day!

Yay! First chapter.

I wanna see if you (yes you) can guess who's who. Like if Puck is Sarge or Santana is Sally. (Both are WRONG by the way.) Review with who you think! (I'm gonna give you a hint: Finn and Rachel are not in the fic. You'll find out why later.)

And anybody still alive from last night's episode?

...No? Aw :(