A/N: Hey! I'm back with yet another new story. My absence can be explained by Summer class, but it's a creative writing class so score! This is my first fanfiction foray into the Supernatural realm, and I figured why not pair it with Glee, see what kind of craziness ensues. I started watching Supernatural like three weeks ago on netflix and it is awesome so far. Hope you enjoy my take on blending these two awesome shows, which by the way are not mine. I'm just playing in the metaphorical sandbox a bit.

Chapter One

"I'm telling you, I didn't do this!" The boy's voice quivered. "I never had an issue with Jase!"

Sue Sylvester watched him carefully. He was one of Will Schuester's show choir monkeys, young Burt Reynolds. He was a good kid, overall, helped Hummel through his issues with Karofsky, but the proof was there: caked up blood on the kid's knuckles, a student placed him there at the time.

"Listen Blaine, I don't want to have to go through this any more than you do. I like you. You've got a kind of dapper charm that makes me want to puke in my mouth a little bit, but my hands are tied. Jeffrey Trent saw you throw the first punch."

"Principal Sylvester," Blaine was incredulous. "I don't even remember seeing Jason. I was leaving the auditorium with Sam. Ask anyone!"

"I already talked to Schuester. Nobody remembers you being in the auditorium."

"I'm telling you, I didn't… is Jason okay?"

"Jason Fuller has a fractured wrist."

"Oh god…" Blaine put his head in his hands. "This can't be happening."

"Young Burt Reynolds, I'm letting you off with a warning because this a first, but if it happens again, you're suspended for a month."

"It won't." Blaine nodded. "It won't."

"Get the hell out of my office."

Blaine couldn't run fast enough.

"What happened man? Why'd you do it?" Ryder Lynn stood next to Blaine's locker accosting him as soon as he arrived.

"Why does everyone think I hit Jason?" Blaine huffed. "I didn't. I didn't even see him all day. I was in the auditorium with you guys."

Ryder raised his eyebrows. "No… you weren't. You left after Marley's song. You didn't even ask for a hall pass."

"What are you talking about?" Blaine's voice rose as Ryder flinched.

"T...take it easy."

"Ryder," Blaine sighed. "You're acting crazy."

"I'm acting crazy?" Ryder scoffed. "You put Jason Fuller in the hospital and you're acting like you don't remember!"

"I don't!"

Ryder shook his head. "That's fine man. I'll see you tomorrow."

Blaine slammed his locker shut touching his forehead to the cold metal. He was being accused of putting someone in the hospital. He didn't even know what had happened. This was nuts. He had to figure out what went down. That left only one option.

He found Jeffrey in the library, scratching a pen against his notebook. Blaine tapped the table in front of him.

"Uh…" The boy looked up swallowing nervously. "Hi, did you need something?"

"You keep records right?" Blaine asked. Jeffrey always had his notebook with him, and he was always writing, more than he talked. Tina and Kitty called him JK Rowling the second. Jake Puckerman called him McKinley's record keeper. He was like a solitary, antisocial JBI minus the annoying gossip penchant.

"I...g...guess you could say that." He smiled nervously. "Why do you ask?"

"You were there earlier right?" Blaine sat across from Jeffrey. "When…"

Jeffrey said nothing, but he was tapping his pen frantically, inching away from Blaine. "Yes. But if you don't mind, don't you already know what happened?"

Blaine blinked. This not knowing anything was driving him crazy, but how could he tell Jeffrey without sounding like a head case? "I… I just have to be sure."

"The ambulance in the parking lot wasn't proof enough?"

"Please."

"Sorry." Jeffrey was picking up his things and shouldering his backpack. "I have to catch the late bus and it comes in ten minutes."

Blaine sighed. "It's fine. Thanks anyway. Have a good night."

Jeffrey nodded. "You too."

Blaine had never stayed on school grounds long enough to see the field lights turn on, so it was a surprise to him when he came out to see the football field lit up.

He looked at his phone. It was only four o clock, why would the field be lit up now? He saw Tina standing in front of one of the field goals.

"Blaine," Tina looked over to him, utterly calm as she looked up at the goal post.

"Hey Tina...uh…" Blaine looked at her, tempted to snap his fingers in front of her face. She was standing too still, too calm, too not Tina. "What are you doing here?"

"It's done." She moved a finger, pointing up to the end of the post.

"What are you…?" Blaine followed her finger putting a hand to his mouth. "Oh god!"

The forward of the football team, Nate something or other, hung by his underwear on the tip of the goal post. His nose was bleeding. Blaine could tell by the drops of copper scented crimson that dropped periodically. At the same moment, Tina fell forward. It was all Blaine could do to catch her before her head hit the post.

"Tina!"

She shifted in his arms as her eyes blinked open. "Blainers? What are you doing? What happened?" Her eyes landed on the steadily pooling blood in the corner of the field and her gaze went upwards. She screamed.

A/N: Okay, so what do you think about Blaine's amnesia? What do you think will happen with Tina? Anything you'd like to see? Sam and Dean will show up soon. Oh, Jeffrey is portrayed by Ian Nelson. Edits can be seen on my polyvore, which I should get around to posting sometime this weekend I hope. Until next time.