A/N: And I've done it again! Sorry guys, I have too many ideas running through my head, haha. I know I'm a nut but I thought it was time I gave you all a nice horror fic. Couldn't resist. xD This was going to be a one-shot but I have no idea how long it would have been and I just thought I'd give something to grab interest. I like to play that way. The poem that starts this story is something I made up myself and it's like one of those legend type poems so yeah. xD

Kurt: What's going to happen to us?

Me: Don't know yet.

Blaine: I hate you already...

Kurt: Do you know something I don't Blaine?

Me: No, he doesn't. Kindly give the disclaimer Blaine.

Blaine: Um...KABG doesn't own Glee, nor does she know anyone who does.

Little old lady Holly Sack

Had her head axed by Mr. Paddywack

He shoved it up her chimney

Now he comes for you and me

So hide your children

Girls and boys

Or he'll silence their laughter

And happy noise

The time has come to disappear

Go away, we don't want you here

At this place death is the answer

Hiding here at Willow Manor

A match. A single solitary match was all it took to light a candle.

But every time they tried, that odd wind blew it out.

No one knew where it was coming from. None of the windows were open. In fact, the kids were quite sure they hadn't been opened in years. They were rusted shut. There was only one answer to the wind.

Ghosts.

"Where's Mr. Schue?" Tina Cohen-Chang asked from her spot on the floor, arms wrapped tightly around her legs and knees up to her chest. The one solitary candle that they had managed to light sat burning its wick away in the middle of the circle. No one said anything.

Kurt Hummel looked positively bored as he studied his nails in the candlelight. "Don't suppose this house has a bathroom do you?" he asked, ignoring Tina's question.

Rachel Berry turned her head and looked at him sharply. "Are you kidding me Kurt? We are stuck in this old house, probably doomed to die and never see our name in lights and all you care about is whether or not it has a bathroom?" Kurt threw her a scathing glare, one of his famous bitch faces that everyone seemed to cower from.

"I need to keep up appearances," he hissed. Rachel rolled her eyes and the eighteen year old looked ready to go off. His hand was caught by the boy on his other side and Kurt turned his eyes on him.

"Don't baby," the boy said. One Blaine Anderson, Kurt's boyfriend, locked his eyes with Kurt's and in the dim glow of the candlelight, Kurt could see the gold flecks in the hazel orbs staring back at him, sparkle. He drew a calming breath and rested his head on Blaine's shoulder.

"That still doesn't answer my question," Tina said.

The four of them sat huddled around their candle. They wondered how the others were doing. Rachel wished she had gone with Finn Hudson, her boyfriend and Kurt's stepbrother. No doubt Tina was wishing she was with Mike Chang, her boyfriend. But no.

The entire group of McKinley High's New Directions had been split, but not by choice. Kurt and Blaine had only been smart enough to keep hold of each other's hands the entire time. The four of them didn't know where their friends were.

"Probably wherever everyone else is," Blaine said. Mr. Schuester was their choir teacher.

"As long as he's not with Coach Sylvester," Kurt said. The tall pale boy scoffed, still studying his nails. "No idea why she had to come on this trip."

Rachel sighed and looked at the candle. "She convinced Figgins we needed an extra chaperone."

Kurt scoffed again. He stood up, pulling Blaine with him. "What are you doing?" Tina asked.

"We're not going to find anyone else by sitting around a stupid candle," he said.

Rachel jumped to her feet and glared him in the eye the best she could, fisting her hands. "Are you crazy Kurt? There's obviously something up with this house and if we all go wandering off, we'll go missing too!"

Kurt felt the need to get right up in her face. "Newsflash Rachel, to the others, we are missing!"

Blaine glanced between his boyfriend and the hobbit girl. "Hate to be the barer of bad news Rach," he said. "But Kurt's right. They're missing to us and we're missing to them."

Tina looked between the three of them, not budging from her spot. She bit her lip. Clearly she was torn. "If we stay here though, they might find us easier," she commented. Kurt turned his eyes on his Asian friend and gave her a sort of half-smile thing.

"But if we just stay in one place, whatever's in this house might get us faster." Tina sucked in a breath. She wondered how the hell Kurt could talk about something like that so nonchalantly. "So you girls can stay in case any of the others show up. Blaine and I are going looking for people," he finished. He glanced at Blaine who gave both girls an apologetic look, squeezed Kurt's hand and the two of them traipsed out of the room. Rachel plopped back on the floor by Tina, crossing her arms.

"Well, I'm not going anywhere," she said.

"Kurt, are you sure we should have left them?" Blaine asked, looking over his shoulder as his boyfriend pulled him along through the depths of the old creepy house. Kurt stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Blaine. With darkness hounding in on all sides, he could barely make out the figure of the other boy.

"Love, you're not scared are you?" he asked. Blaine looked at him for a moment and shook his head, before remembering that Kurt probably couldn't see him very well but as soon as he opened his mouth to say no, Kurt went on. "Good. But I want you to stay with me." How the hell did he manage to see Blaine shaking his head?

The two boys continued on their traipse through the old house and Kurt started on the stairs to the third floor. They'd been sitting in a room on the second floor. The old stairs creaked under their weight.

"Who's there?" a voice called out and the two froze.

"Britt?" Kurt asked. A figure stood from a spot by the banister on the steps. The light from the flashlight she was holding revealed her blond head and cheerleading uniform. Brittany S. Pierce, another of their friends. "How do you have a flashlight?" Kurt went on.

The girl gave him a bright sunny smile, not exactly in place for the situation. "Lord Tubbington packed it for me. He said it should scare away spooks," she said. Kurt and Blaine exchanged glances.

Lord Tubbington, was Brittany's cat.

Deciding not to question further, Kurt held out his free hand, intending for Brittany to take it. But the girl shook her head.

"I can't go anywhere Kurt. I told Santana I'd wait right here for her."

Kurt swallowed, wondering how long ago that had been. If it was long enough, than something might have happened to Santana. The question was, what? But he knew that would never appeal to Brittany. He knew she'd continue waiting with her bright smile unless he gave her a reality check or something. He didn't have the heart. He'd rather Brittany be all bright and cheerful than scared. He had no idea what would happen if she was scared.

"Um…okay Brittany. Well, we'll see you later than," he said. She grinned and waved and Kurt continued pulling Blaine up the stairs, renewed urgency in his step.

"Kurt?" Blaine asked. Kurt didn't answer. "Kurt?" he asked again.

"We're going to find Santana," Kurt finally said.

"What?"

The taller boy looked back at his boyfriend and sighed. "I have a feeling Brittany's been waiting for quite a while. If Satan hasn't returned yet, odds are she's not going to. So we're going to look for her,"

Blaine bit his lip. He wasn't going to tell Kurt this but he had a feeling something bad had happened.

The two boys crept along the corridor Kurt silently wishing Brittany had agreed to come along with them. He wanted that flashlight. One hand still gripped Blaine's while the other was stretched out in front of him. He was swinging it back and forth until it pushed a door open with a creak.

They stopped. Kurt glanced toward Blaine who squeezed his hand and leaned in to kiss him. Kurt responded, melting against his boyfriend's figure before his head cleared and he pulled away.

"Remind me when we get home, to take care of this tension," Kurt whispered. Blaine nodded.

"If we get home," Blaine muttered under his breath as Kurt tightened his grip and pushed the door open.

The first thing both boys noticed was that this room was oddly full of candlelight. Kurt crept forward into the room, pulling Blaine behind him. His eyes crossed the room only to find Santana standing in a corner. The Latina cheerleader was frozen stiff, her eyes raised to the ceiling and her mouth wide open. She didn't notice the two boys had entered.

"Santana?" Kurt whispered. The girl jolted and looked at him with frightened eyes. "What's wrong?" he asked. Santana didn't answer. She merely pointed up.

Kurt and Blaine raised their eyes to the ceiling and Kurt stumbled back into Blaine, the latter letting out a yelp. A large red stain spread across the ceiling and it was dripping, forming a puddle on the floor.

Blood.

Fresh blood.

Without a beat, Kurt darted across the room and grabbed Santana's hand with his free one before turning and bolting back to the staircase. Only then did the three stop to catch their breath. Kurt refused to let go of Blaine's hand.

Brittany squealed and ran up the stairs, throwing her arms around Santana. Kurt took a few beats before he stood up straight again and looked at the two girls.

"Don't separate," he told him. Gripping Blaine's hand tighter, he turned to start up the stairs to the fourth floor. "Come on Blaine."

"Kurt, where are we going?" Kurt turned to look at him.

"To investigate the source of that blood." Blaine stared at him wide-eyed, like he thought he was crazy.

Santana immediately grabbed Kurt's arm. "Are you loco?" she asked, using the Spanish term for crazy. "No porcelain, we need to stay far away from that room!" She shook her dark head and Kurt pulled his arm free. He narrowed his eyes.

"What if one of our friends is hurt? I'm not going to leave them to bleed out Santana!"

Their conversation was broken by a shrill scream. "That was Quinn," Blaine said quietly. The four of them glanced at each other and darted up the stairs to the fourth floor, Kurt's hand in Blaine's, Blaine's other hand in Brittany's, and Brittany's free hand in Santana's. Kurt was leading the way.

Reaching the fourth floor, the pale boy pulled them along as he bolted down the hallway, right into the room that would have been leaking the blood. Quinn was standing in the room, her face as white as a sheet.

"Quinn!" Kurt yelled. None of the others seemed to have a voice. She was trembling and her head turned abruptly in his direction. Kurt saw the fear in her eyes as he turned to look at what had caused her to scream and all his breath left his throat.

There was a body, a mutilated body on the ground, but one whose face was still clearly intact. They knew who it was. Mr. Schue. He was dead. Mr. Schue was dead and there was no hope for the rest of them.

"Oh…my…Gaga…" Kurt whispered.

Blaine pushed his way through, dropping Brittany's hand but never letting go of Kurt's. Tentatively, he reached his hand out and slid it into Quinn's. He gave her a gentle tug.

Quinn looked at him and allowed Blaine to pull her from the room. She ran into Santana and Brittany's arms. Kurt stayed staring at the body of their choir teacher. It was Brittany, surprisingly who voiced what they were all thinking.

"Who else is dead already?"

No one said anything. Kurt finally snapped out of his reverie. Gripping Blaine's hand, he pushed through the girls, grabbing Quinn's as he went. "Come on. We're taking you girls to Rachel and Tina. I don't want you leaving them."

Santana looked at him. "What about the others though?"

Blaine was the one to speak. "Let Kurt and I track them down. We'll get everyone together in that room," he said.

All of them were wondering the same thing. What if anyone else was dead?

Silence covered them all as Kurt and Blaine led them down two flights of stairs and back to the room where Tina and Rachel were. Kurt was relieved when they entered the room and found that Mercedes and Sugar seemed to have joined Rachel and Tina.

"Oh thank God!" Rachel shouted, standing up and wrapping her arms around Kurt in a hug. He stiffened. "What's wrong?" she asked.

Kurt pushed her back and looked at the four girls as Santana, Brittany, and Quinn went around hugging their friends. "Mr. Schue is dead," he said shortly. Rachel, Mercedes, Tina, and Sugar all stared at him in shock.

"Something or someone mutilated him," Blaine went on. Quinn was quietly sobbing.

Kurt was quite sure that they were all wondering about the others.

"You girls stay here," he said. "Blaine and I are going to look for the others."

Rachel again flipped a lid. "Are you nuts? Kurt, Mr. Schue is dead! It's not safe!"

Kurt turned a dark eye on her. "And what if our other friends are in trouble? What if they're struggling to survive? What if they might be dead too? What if Finn…is dead?" The last question was whispered and it was at that moment that Rachel seemed to get exactly how scared he was. But Kurt was strong. He was not going to let this get to him.

Mercedes stepped forward. She hugged both Kurt and Blaine tightly and had only one thing to say to them. "Be Careful."

The two boys nodded, gripping to each other tightly. They turned and headed back out of the room only to run right into Sam who let out a shout.

"Sam! Thank Gaga!" Kurt yelled. He took his free hand and gripped one of the blond boy's. The other boy hissed and Kurt dropped his hand immediately. It was covered in something sticky. "Sam you're bleeding!"

The boy shrugged slightly. "It's nothing, just a cut," he said. "Don't worry about it." He looked from Kurt to Blaine and back to Kurt again. "Have you seen anyone else?" he asked.

Blaine pointed over his shoulder. "All the girls are in there and we told them not to go anywhere," he said. Kurt picked up for him.

"Mr. Schue is dead Sam. We need to find the others."

Sam just stared at him in surprise. "Dead? Mr. Schue is dead?" Kurt nodded. Sam swallowed. "I'll help you look." Again, Kurt nodded.

"Thanks Sam."

"Finn, will you stop pacing?" the frankenteen looked at the boy in the wheelchair and frowned. "Pacing is not going to get us anywhere," Artie went on.

Finn sighed and sat on a dirty box. The two of them were stuck in what appeared to be a storage room on the fourth floor of this manor. The door had wedged shut and neither could get it open. Finn was panicky. And it didn't help that he thought he had heard a scream that sounded like Quinn's only minutes earlier.

The tall boy was wringing his hands. Was his brother okay? Was Rachel okay? Where was everyone else? He cared about all his friends yes but Rachel and Kurt were the two that mattered most to him. And God forbid something happen to Kurt.

"Artie, I can't help it!" he spat suddenly. "We're stuck in this storage room and we don't have a clue how the others are doing! I think I heard Quinn scream and that's just…I don't know!"

Artie wheeled over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Look, if we try and remain calm, we might get out of this rationally."

There was a sudden pounding noise on the door and both boys turned their head to stare at it. "Anyone in there?" cried a voice.

Finn let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. Puck. "Puck!" the frankenteen shouted. "Puck, get us out of here! Artie and I are stuck! The door wedged!" he cried, leaping up and pounding back on the door.

"Stand back Finn! Mike and I are going to try and kick it open!" came Puck's voice from the other side of the wall. Finn backed up, hearing some muttering coming from his friends.

There were a few muffled pounds on the door as the two teens on the other side attempted to kick in the door. Finn saw it creak and after a few more attempts, it gave way and slammed open, revealing Puck and Mike on the other side.

But Artie and Finn stared at their friends in surprise. They were both covered in dust as though they had been buried in a wall collapse or something. The worst thing was that when they glanced pass the two football players, there was a third figure slumped against the wall, bleeding profusely from the head and clearly unconscious.

"Oh my God! What happened to Rory?" Finn cried, rushing from the room and over to the Irish boy.

Puck and Mike looked at each other.

"We think he was caught in a mini explosion or something," Mike said. He gestured to himself and Puck. "That's why we look like this. Puck and I dug him out."

Puck nodded. "He's still alive."

Artie rolled his way out of the room, glasses slightly askew. "What about the others?" he asked.

Mike shook his head. "We haven't seen anyone else."

Finn decided than that he should take the lead. Carefully, he picked up the unconscious Rory and slung him over his shoulder. "Than we have to find them. There's no telling what could have happened."

The other three glanced at each other and the boys started to slowly progress down the hallway. This house could only be so big right? They shouldn't have too much trouble finding their friends.

Easier said than done.

Rachel was pacing the room where all the girls were huddled. The candle flame was slowly burning down the light. It was clear why she and Finn fit together. The other girls were all watching her with quiet eyes.

"Okay, so we know we're all okay," Rachel finally said. "Kurt and Blaine are fine at the moment. Mr. Schue is dead. Sue has been unaccounted for since we entered the place. And judging by what we just heard a minute ago, Sam is okay, aside from a cut. We still don't know about everyone else."

Silence covered the group as the girls all looked at each other. None of them wanted to say anything but they didn't think they were safe in that room either.

Santana stood and folded her arms across her chest. She crossed the room to the window and stared out of it. For a moment, the other girls watched her, wondering what she was thinking.

But the moment they turned away, the candle in the middle of the circle snuffed out and seconds later there was an earsplitting scream. All the girls shrieked and a crack of lightning lit up the room.

Santana was gone. But there was a dark puddle in her spot that hadn't been there before.

"Oh my God!" Tina shouted. "Something got Santana!"

Mercedes quietly stood up and approached the pool on the floor. Brittany was looking after her positively terrified now. Tears were in her eyes.

They all waited. Mercedes gulped and turned back to look at them. "It's blood," she said in a cracked voice.

They knew what that meant. Whatever had Santana had hurt her in the process. But where had she gone? How had she just all of a sudden vanished like that?

Rachel decided they needed to take a stand as Mercedes traveled back to them. "We can't just stay here. We aren't safe. We have to find Santana!" she said. "But whatever we do, we can't split up."

For once, no one seemed to want to argue with her. It was clear now that whether they stayed crammed in this room or not, they still weren't safe. Might as well keep moving.

They all stood up and gripped hands. No way were they going to lose each other. With Rachel leading the way, the six girls left crept out of the room and headed for the stairs. The most daunting adventure awaited them.

So much for staying together. "Kurt! Kurt!" Blaine was in a panic. One minute, the boy with the coifed hair was clutching his hand tightly the next it felt like something had all but ripped him from his grasp.

Sam was watching Blaine in a pained way. He knew that Blaine was scared for his boyfriend. When Blaine looked at his hand, scratches littered it as if Kurt had dug his fingernails right into his palm, trying to latch on to him as whatever took him, took him. Blaine swallowed. How could something just take him so easily?

"Blaine, Sam?" came a voice and both teens turned to see Rachel and the girls making their way toward them.

"I thought you told them to stay in that room," Sam said to Blaine. Blaine paled.

"We did. What are you girls doing here?" he asked sharply, but his voice cracked.

Rachel frowned and Brittany continued to sob from her spot next to Quinn. "Something took Santana," Rachel said. Blaine and Sam exchanged looks.

"I hope it's not the same thing that got Kurt," Blaine whispered.

Mercedes' eyes widened. "What? Something took Kurt? White boy, I thought he was gripping your hand like a lifeline!"

Blaine held out his hand, showing the scratches. "He was. Whatever it was ripped him from me." The girls stared at the scratch marks on Blaine's hand. All of them were feeling fear.

Just than, Puck, Finn, Mike, and Artie came lumbering out of a hallway. Rory was still unconscious. Finn was still carrying him. Rachel squeaked and ran right to her boyfriend. He gave he a one-armed hug, immediately looking slightly relieved.

Puck did a head count. "Two people are missing," he said quietly. No one said anything. So Blaine, who was visibly shaking and wracking with sobs because of Kurt missing took the initiative a moment later.

"Something has taken Kurt," he choked on his boyfriend's name and had to draw a shaky breath to go on. "And Santana. Mr. Schue is dead and we have no idea where Coach Sylvester is."

Finn immediately transferred Rory into Puck's arms and tugged at his hair. Kurt was missing. His brother was missing. This was not good. Not good at all.

And this was only the beginning.

A/N: Yes, I gave a lovely little cliffhanger. Best way to grab attention yes? Okay, well, despite this involving all our lovely New Directions this is still going to be a Kurt & Blaine story. What's happened to Kurt and Santana? Are they together? Where is Sue? Who or what killed Mr. Schue? Will the rest of them make it out alive? Stay tuned to find out.

Blaine: Mr. Schue is dead and you took my Kurtie? Why? Why are you so mean?

Me: Because I like character torture. *laughs*

Blaine: You're evil. *sobs*

Me: Relax, Kurt will be okay...maybe...

Blaine: *cries*

Me: Yeah, so review if you want to save Kurt! If you don't review or alert, the story can not continue and Kurt and Santana...may be lost forever...dun dun dun! Don't kill me! Review people! Cheers!