AN: Well hello there! i kind of forgot to intoduce myself the last chapter but this is my new story, the idea came to me a while ago but i was already working on three other stories so it wasn't the best idea to start another, but now they are all finished i decided that now would be the time to start this! So i hope you enjoy reading this as much as i do writing it!


The ground felt softer than it should have beneath my hands, I was definitely not on the sidewalk anymore, I couldn't help but think that maybe I was in a hospital after being found and rescued but my hopes of that wee eosin dashed when I realised that I wouldn't be lying with my face on the floor if that were the case.

Somehow I knew something wasn't quite right, I had been attacked, I should've been in pain or bleeding or at least I should have had a splitting headache, but when I pushed myself up into a sitting position, I didn't have to stop or gasp out in pain. I felt completely fine which was most definitely wrong.

Looking around I noticed that I wasn't in a hospital or on the street, I had been placed in some sort of room with no windows or a door, the walls were all white and as I looked down at myself I saw that I was also dressed in a white thirst with white jeans. Everything was completely blank.

"Hello?" I called out to no one in particular while still looking for a way out of the weird room. "If this is Jeff playing a trick on me, it's not funny and you should stop now." My shouts only echoed off of the walls and I growled in frustration.

After about five minutes a rectangular light started shining on the far wall and a blond girl about the same age as me stepped through, she was also dressed completely in white but besides that she was smiling sweetly but had a look of sorrow about her that she was trying to mask with the kind smile.

"Hello, you must be Blaine and you must have many questions about your situation." She held out her hand for me to shake, consequently due to my boarding school manners I shook it without thinking anything of the strong greeting she gave me.

"Yes but first, who are you and how did you get in this room?" I asked probably a bit too impolitely but I realised that I didn't care anymore I must wanted answers.

"Well my name Quinn and I came in through the door over there." She pointed at the point where she had come through and sure enough there was an open white door leading out into a hallway.

"Okay Quinn, why am I here?" I asked a little apprehensively.

"Well you were walking and you got attacked by someone. Your body is at Lima memorial hospital in a coma but you are here." she replied calmly as if anything she just said made sense.

"You've got to be kidding me?" I paused for a second while running my hands thorough my gel free hair. "Where is here?" My arms were now outstretched as if pointing out the whole room.

"Well this is angel territory." Quinn said. "It's the In between of the living and the dead."

"So you're trying to tell me that I'm in a coma and now in some limbo state of living?" I asked.

"Yes Blaine that is exactly what I'm telling you." She said as if it finished the conversation.

"So I'm not alive?"

"No you are not."

"But I'm also not dead?"

"You're not that either." She held out her hand for me to take, I wasn't sure if it was the best thing to do but my options seemed pretty simple: take her hand and follow her or stay in the creepy white room and rot.

So I took her hand and she led me out of the blank room into the equally blank hallway, looking behind me I noticed that as the door closed it sealed itself off and looked like another part of the wall. Turning back to face where we were going, we walked down the empty hallway in silence until we got to what looked like the end of the line.

"What are we-?"

"Shush and just watch." The blond girl's grip never lessened on my hand as a door practically materialised out of thin air right in front of us.

"What? How?" I asked as she pulled me through into what looked like a bedroom, but it looked strangely familiar as if I had seen it once before in a dream. "Wait this is my dorm room back at Dalton."

"Yes it is. This is your room while you're here, it looks like this to bring a sort of comfort to you, and so you don't feel completely lost."

"But what about the doors?"

"What? Oh right, well they are always there but just hidden until you need them, think of each room as the room of requirement, I hear you are quite the fan of Harry Potter." She grinned, I had never felt more confused in my life, it felt like a cruel trick was being played on me by one of my friends back at Dalton, but of course I wasn't at Dalton anymore even if I felt like I was there right at that moment. "Blaine I get it you're confused, I was too when I first got here but the point is no one ever stays here, not for too long anyway, as soon as your body recovers and you wake up, this will all have felt like one big dream." She sat next to me on my blue bed and rubbed my back.

"But it's not is it? It's not a dream I mean."

"Unfortunately not, everyone here is as real and comatose as you are hunny." She patted me on my back once more before she got up and went back to the door that was still open. "I think its best we leave it here for tonight, get some sleep and we can talk more about all of this tomorrow and hey, you might even get to meet some of the other people." She smiled and started walking through the door.

"Wait! I have one more question!" I almost shouted, she whipped her head round and smiled politely.

"What is it Blaine?" The blond haired girl asked.

"How did you end up here?"

"That's a story for another time Blaine, goodnight." Her smile had vanished as she left the room and the door closed and turned into another part of the wall, I felt like I had overstepped a boundary of some sort and felt bad for it.

As I trudged around my dorm room I noticed that everything was there from my guitar to the pictures of me and my friends, when I looked at the pictures, my heart felt like it was being tugged in every which way possible and it hurt, my hand instinctively went to my chest before I screamed and pushed all of the pictures off of the desk sending them flying towards the floor. They broke and shattered into a million pieces on impact.

I decided that if all of this was real, which at this point I was seriously hoping that it wasn't, then there was nothing I could do and sleep was the only answer.

After all I had no idea what the next day would bring.


AN: So... What did you think? Did you like it? Did you hate it? Did it make you want to throw rubber ducks that aren't so rubber at my face because it was truely awful? Let me know in a review below ALSO this bit is kind of important! As with all my stories, for every review i get i give 10p to charity, i have a box that all the money goes in but at the minute i have no idea what charity to give it to, so if you have any ideas of a charity that you like or a part of then you should definitely let me know! Thanks for reading! :D