AN: I'm apologizing in advance for any grammar mistakes. This is my first Fanfic, I have been reading a lot of Fanfic since I graduated High School, and after watching Treat 'r Treat a couple a days ago and my obsession with Glee, I wanted to combine my favorite movie and TV show into one story. I know it's a little too early for a Halloween story, but it's never too late for a good scared. I hope you guys enjoy it.

*I DON'T OWN THE MOVIE "TREAT R TRICK" OR GLEE, IF I DID IT WOULD PRETTY MUCH WOULD BE LIKE "THE WALKING DEAD" ;)

Chapter 1

In the middle of a pitch dark room stands a white screen playing a 1950s Safety Video on repeat, instructing young children to follow the safety precautions of Halloween, one of the spookiest time of the year and to never ever go out alone...

Warren Valley, Ohio 2012

A young couple around their mid-twenties approach the gate of their front house. Kurt Anderson-Hummel a man who, despite Halloween, but makes an effort to like it, due to his husband, Blaine Anderson-Hummel, who has an obsession with the holiday, are just coming back from a Halloween Parade. Kurt is wearing a homemade robot costume made of recycled cardboard while his husband is dressed as a Starfleet soldier. They are laughing and stumbling on the sidewalk, a little drunk from their night's festivities.

Kurt, although he might seem like he's enjoying the night along with his husband, he is not very pleased how the night turned out to be. "This is a great idea, honey. Really. It's just magical. It makes me wish every night was Halloween" Kurt said, trying to mimic his husband's voice. Blaine feels really bad for dragging Kurt to the parade, but knowing fully well that this was the one night where young troublemakers where to come out and pull out their treats. "I'm sorry, Kurt" he apologized, truly meaning it. Kurt gave him a small smile and bends to turn out the jack o' lanterns, that were sitting in front of the gate, but Blaine stops him.

"Wait, wait not yet!" Blaine said in a single breath, this scares Kurt and stands up straight looking at his husband with a frown on his face. "What?" Kurt asks while Blaine looks at him like he had just grown two heads. "It's one of the rules. You need to keep it lit" Kurt rolled his eyes, checked his watch, smiles a drunken smile. "Baby I'm lit...your lit...But our little friends here?" Kurt bends down again and blows out the jack o' lanterns and continued"... their night is over" Blaine sigh knowing fully well that there is no way he was going to win a fight with his husband. The young couple were too distracted that they didn't notice someone was watching them from across the street, half hidden behind a tree, watching Kurt kissing Blaine on the cheek. " You know, you should be more careful honey. There are rules. You might upset someone" Kurt rolled his eyes at his husband superstitions and grabs Blaine ass. He yelps as they stroll up the walkway toward the front porch. Their average suburban home is new and pristine, sporting a fresh coat of bright yellow paint. It's also covered in Halloween decorations: skeletons hanging in trees, coffins, and fake severed limbs are scattered across the lawn. While scaring sound effects play from a speaker set up in the window. A dozen ghosts made from old sheets are propped up on wooden crosses around the yard. Someone really loves Halloween.

Once they reach their front door Blaine takes out his keys to open the door but almost dropped them when he saw Kurt bending down trying to remove his costume, and his firm behind was facing him. Blaine being buzz and horny let out a loud sigh, making Kurt drop his costume in which he managed to take off, and looked at him. "What?" Kurt is asking his husband while eyeing him suspiciously. Blaine tugged into Kurt's white v-shirt and whisper in his ear seductively "Inside, Upstairs" Kurt really wanted to go inside and upstairs with his husband, he really did, but he really wanted to take everything down so he wouldn't mind waking up early. "Let's just take all this crap down. It looks like a crime scene" looking at Blaine begging him to help him so that they can do whatever they want the whole night, but Blaine seems to not understand his lover since his mind is intoxicated with alcohol and arouse with dirty images of the things he wants to do to him. "But, I told you I'd do it in the morning" Blaine whined, trying to convince Kurt to go inside the house. Kurt knowing him very well, rolled his eyes and said " No you won't. You're going to sleep until noon and then play video games until 4. And besides, my parents are coming in the morning, and you know my mom, she'll have an aneurysm if she sees all this" Blaine sighs and pouted knowing that once again Kurt does what he wants. Kurt felt really bad and kisses his husband pout and tell him to go inside and put on the 'TAPE', which made him happy. Kurt was glad to see his husband in a better mood, but he just wishes for once, his Halloween obsessive husband would put his needs aside and lean a hand. Once the door close behind him and he let out a loud sigh, looking around his yard "I hate Halloween" and started taking down the decorations.

Several minutes later, Kurt bends down to pick a severed arm sitting in a pile of leaves. He tossed it into a box already half full of decorations. He almost trips over a skeleton, while letting out a shriek "Shit!" he recovers from the impact, and continued to walk between the ghosts, their white sheets blowing in the wind. Grabbing one sheet, he yanks it off and tossed into the box, revealing the wooden cross underneath and a round head made from a flour sack. He hears laughter and sees the young trick or treater running in front of their house. Kurt watches them with a smile in his face, when something grabs his attention.

Across the street a tall man standing under a tree wearing a red cape and a devil's mask was staring back at him. Kurt continues putting down the ghosts and tossing them in the box, when he started to feel uneasy. He looks back at the Devil, never taking his eyes off of him... And the Devil was also staring back. Kurt's heart was beating faster than usual, until a car pulls in front of the devil. The devil removed his mask, revealing a young teenage boy. The boy yelled at his friends in the car for making him wait for hours. As the car drove off, Kurt releases a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Trick or Treat" he says with a small chuckle. As he walked up to another ghost, about to pull the sheet, the ghost lungs and wraps its arms around Kurt. It enveloped him, wrapping it's arm tight around his face, keeping him from screaming, smothering him. Kurt struggles to get out of the sheets, but it won't let go. He looks up the house and see that the light of his bedroom was still on, and he prays that Blaine could hear him. Finally pulling away, he let out a loud scream.

Inside the house Blaine sprawled on the bed, passed out. Hearing Kurt's screams outside, his eyes flutter open, but Kurt's screams blended with the shrieks and wails of the sound effect of the porn he was watching. He stares at the TV for a few seconds, grins and goes back to sleep.

Outside the house Kurt is trying to survive when the ghost pulls him close, wrap the sheets tighter around him. Kurt sees that the ghost is holding a pumpkin lollipop with a large bite taken out so that it now has a very sharp edge. The ghost presses it against his neck, and in one fluid motion slices Kurt's throat. He gags. Blood spurts, soaking into his white v-shirt. Then there was silence, and for a while all you can hear were the sound effects coming from the speaker that was set on the window and the giggling of children. After what seemed like forever, the bloody sheets began to rise, and a small yelp, panting and whining comes out from underneath the sheets as you see a small figure dragging Kurt's body into the backyard.

Inside the house Blaine's eye slams open, staring at the ceiling, hearing a big THUB. It felt like something heavy just fell on the roof. Baffled, he stares at the ceiling and hears childlike giggles. He gets up and to check if his husband was sleeping by his side, but sees that he's the only one in the room. He walks out of the house into the front yard to check if his husband is still taking down the decorations. "Kurt?" there's no sign of him, but a crowd of people is gathering on the sidewalk, staring at his house in stunned silence. A mother covering her son's eyes. He turns around to see what they're talking about. He squints eyes to get a better look.

On top of the roof, a coffin sits upright, propped up by a plastic skeleton posed around it like morbid cherubs. Inside is Kurt's corpse wrapped in pumpkin vines and orange lights, his white v-shirt is soaked in red from his blood that steadily drips like a fountain, flowing into the storm pipes. A Jack O'Lantern rests on his shoulders. One of the few he blew earlier. CLOSER ON THE JACK O'LANTERN. Behind the triangle eyes and wicked grin is Kurt's face, frozen in terror. He has been turned into a Halloween decorations, a horrifying yet eerily beautiful work of art.

Blaine stares at the sight, baffled... fear slowly sinking in. His entire body felt like someone throw a bucket of icy cold water at him. He couldn't hear the chanting of the people around him, all he heard was beating of his heart, the love of his life was dead and on top of their roof inside a coffin. He couldn't hold it any longer, he let out a very bloody cry.

In front of the gate a jack o' lantern sitting on the top of the gate POP. HISS. A match is lit, and a small child's hand, sticky with blood, reach it and relights the candle.

The Jack O'Lantern's eerie scowl once again glows to life.

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