Author's Note: Gaaaaaah! IT CAME OUT SADDER THAN I HAD HOPED. BY that I meant that it was more angst-filled than I imagined it but… I just needed it to be like that. It was how I felt the scene really fleshing out.

Ay Mi Dios. I'm freaking out. Some of the better writers here on FF have put this story on alert! I guess this is what happens when you find a good plotline and feel out the correct vibe. Woot? :D Epically.

Now, one thing I did forget to place in the first chapter was the Disclaimer. Obviously, I stake no claim on anything Ryan Murphy has created and Fox has all the rights to this show. That being said, IF I owned the show, it'd probably be called the Kurt Show.

There would be epic Kurt/Everyone all the time.

As a promise to you all I will work extra-extra-extra hard to make this story a good one. Bear with me on the little details that escape my grasp so that I can adjust them as we go along. Also, please allow me a moment to geek out over the fact that the writer of Quinn in Wonderland has put my story on alert.

Why? Well that particular moment made me spill popcorn all over myself like a fourteen year old fangirl. I'm seventeen so I should definitely be more lady-like! :3

ALSO: I am in search of a BETA. :D Please leave a message through FF if you wish to apply.

"Virgil."

"Why the hell Virgil?"

"Do you not see the parallel between this situation and Dante Alighieri's The Inferno?"

The seventeen year old interpreted Sam's silence as his answer. She flipped through the pages of her notepad and handed it over to the frowning teen in front of her. The list of all the deceased students had been written on another paper, each in blue and some with titles next to them in black.

"We can't talk about this in public all willy-nilly. People will think we're insane. So, we'll just use some code-names."

Sam looked over the list as Amanda opened the 2010 year book. She stopped at the New Directions page once more and frowned a bit, tapping her lower lip while deep in thought. She leaned back into the chair she was settled in and glanced at her brother who still studying the titles of the ghosts.

"Virgil was Dante's guide in the Inferno. Kurt said he was the 'cognizant' ghost, right?"

"Yeah."

"Cognizant comes from cognizance which means awareness. It also means being knowledgeable or wise..."

"So… he knows a lot?"

"Well it's quite possible. He was the first one to appear and that other ghost didn't come until he did." Amanda continued, "Dante was on a journey into Hell, representing humanity, and Virgil knew everything about it. So, the parallels between the four of you are quite clear."

Sam's semi-vacant stare made Amanda give-up on her exposition. It wasn't that her brother was dumb, far from it; sometimes, though, he'd only pretend to listen while his brain carried him off somewhere else.

"Oi. Get off the Pandora, we've got stuff to do." She snapped her fingers in front of the boy's face and was met with a scowl.

"Fine. So Finn Hudson is… The Guardian Angel?"

"Yes. He saved you from the Warrior."

"That's Noah Puckerman."

"Right."

"And Quinn Fabray is the Childless Mother?"

"Oh yeah! I did some research on her. Chris, the paperboy, is in my Biology class. He told me that the Fabray girl had a daughter." Amanda pulled a folder from her bag and then pulled out a sheet of paper. "And indeed she did. Beth Corcoran. She gave her up for adoption a little over a year before the shooting."

The page was a printed version of the home page of some internet sight: WMHGB - The Glee Corner. 'Learn all the latest gossip, from scandalous affairs to secret addictions.'

"What is this crap?" Sam said as he pulled the page closer and scanned it.

"Jacob Ben Israel. Do you recognize the name?"

"Not really."

"He's the production director for WOHN News 8. He used to be a student here and he wrote a lot about the kids in Glee. He was the biggest gossip back in the day." Amanda smirked, happy with her findings. She fiddled with her pen as Sam read the paper and then turned to the notepad. She frowned suddenly.

"What I can't get over is that he appeared in the middle of the day."

"Maybe I invaded his space? I wasn't eager to get in there." Sam put the notepad back down onto the table, and then let his chin rest on the flat surface.

It had only been two days since he had been tossed into the choir room by Reuben and Carson; two days since Amanda decided that those ghost needed help; two days since a couple of cheerios saw him running for his life from the damned Bloody Hall of McKinley High. Things had started to snowball when a couple of guys in Gym class called him out on it earlier in the day. Apparently he hadn't seen the girls, but they were quick to spread that little Samuel Evans had run for his life from ghosts.

That sucked big-time.

"Stop with the pouting. Would you forget about those gossip-mongers?"

"How do you already kn –"

"What do you think we do in A.V Club? Sit around and talk about HDMI cables? Cory Monteith–"

"Tall one, goofy smile, really slow?" Sam smiled when Amanda's cheeks became beet red.

"He is not slow! Just clumsy. Anyway, he told me that Lily from the Cheerios Squad saw you run out of the choir room like someone had tried to murder you."

"That's because someone did!"

"Don't complain to me about what ghost tried to eviscerate you. We need to focus on helping them, and you need to stop worrying about a bunch of cheerleaders calling you Pee-vans."

"P-Pee-vans?"

Not only was it extremely unoriginal, he'd probably be hearing about it for the next couple of weeks. No amount of Buckeye memorabilia or suave pick-up lines was going to mend this broken bridge. He let his forehead meet the table. The siblings continued mulling over the events which Amanda labeled: 'First Contact'. Amanda had convinced her A.V Club friends that she was interested in the happenings of the Bloody Hall for intellectual purposes. Knowledge for the sake of Knowledge.

When they didn't buy that, she told them she was training to be part of a ghost-hunting team over the winter. They believed that.

Sam had brought up the events during gym, tapping into the brains of a couple of new acquaintances.

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"Heard about what Reuben and Carson did, man. Tough." A tall boy with deep dark eyes and equally dark skin shook Sam's hand when he entered the boy's locker room.

"If it helps, they stuck me a locker once a week when I was a freshman. Remember that Abel?" Jun Roberts turned from his spot at a nearby bench. He was rubbing at his eyes a bit and tugging on his gym shirt. Abel laughed as he shimmied into his shorts.

"Do they lock people in that choir room often?" asked Sam, closing the door to his locker and turning to face the two fully.

"Not really. People try not to mess around there too much." Jun answered. A contemplative look crossed his face before he snapped his fingers. "You know, now that you mention that room, I saw something weird once."

"No. No– dude –Come on. Those stories are not true." Abel scowled and closed the door to his locker. He walked off with the other guys to the Gym.

Jun followed, stopping only once to turn towards Sam.

"I saw this freaky girl. Long hair, blue high-lights and a black sweater. Frilly-white stuff around the arm. She sort-a just stood there."

"Did she say anything?"

"Um… The darkness inside you makes you tiny? Then she sort of just… disappeared." He shrugged.

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"Creepy." Amanda looked at the yearbook and pointed to Tina Cohen-Chang's picture. "Black sweater, white design on the wrists and neck. We should call her the Shadow."

The girl was smiling at the camera, but mostly with her eyes; someone had snuck up on her to take the picture when she was in the middle of laughing. Her sharply manicured hands covered her mouth. Her almond shaped eyes were full of energy, and full of…

"… life. Has anyone else seen this girl?" Sam asked. Amanda crossed her arms, thinking deeply.

"I think Jenna, from my homeroom, said she saw her walking around in the girl's bathroom once?"

"Can you call and ask?"

Your true colors,

True colors,

Are beautiful

Like a rainbow...

Sam looked behind him but saw nothing. He let out a short breath and saw it travel like mist in the air. It dissipated in mere moments and when he focused on where it had gone he could see a blurred figure at the back of the stacks of historic books. It was gone when he focused on it.

He moved without really realizing it and that only happened when he was out in the hall, the library's double doors swinging behind him.

Show me a smile then

Don't be unhappy, can't remember

When I last saw you laughing

Sam turned to the left, where a mane of long, wild black hair disappeared around a corner. He followed. Running down the hall, he passed by a confused janitor; he tipped over a bucket of water by accident. Turn right, then left. He saw a plaid skirt. Turn left. His bones weren't aching yet but his muscles were and the nerve endings under the skin were registering the cold.

If this world makes you crazy

And you've taken all you can bear

You call me up

Because you know I'll be there

Down a flight of stairs, hanging a left, the music was becoming louder. And I'll see your true colors shining through. Someone was whispering. Mutterings and phrases were filling his head; they bounced off the lockers, off the wall and floors. They reverberated and echoed. At first they were sad, but then turned louder, hopeful even! They were becoming sad once more. Lower and lower, they became harder to hear until the light left the hallway and old sneakers skidded to a stop on the white-tiled flooring.

The Bloody Hallway. Green eyes focused, looked about: girl's Bathroom was empty, so were the boy's and the janitor's closet too. That left the choir room.

Rushing, always rushing, Sam opened the door and clambered into the room. The silence was nearly deafening. The sweet melody had died and it had died so suddenly that he hadn't noticed until the beating of his heart began to slow.

"Oh… It's that boy."

She sat on the risers, the fourth one up, hands held in her lap and eyes curious. Her face was smooth and fine, not pale at all. She looked so alive that he could have easily fooled her. Her hair was a long mane of black with blue intercepting here and there. Her boots were clean and glistening, black shoelaces tied neatly. She stared at him and Sam had the feeling that she hadn't come to the same conclusion he had.

She didn't know.

He could see her but she didn't know.

"Sam? What are you doing here?"

Kurt was sitting at the piano bench, arms crossed as well as legs. He wore a black sweater over a white-collar shirt, black tights and black boots. Was that a skirt as well? A kilt? What ever it was, combined with the hat on his head, placed slightly sideways, completed the look of an Elle magazine model.

Not that he knew what an Elle magazine was.

"Tina?" The blue-eyed boy moved fast, standing at the foot of the risers, completely focused on the girl who was still studying Sam. "Tina? Can you hear me? Tina!"

Tears were welling up in those dark eyes. She placed a hand over her mouth as a single tear made its way down her left cheek.

"Tee? Tina, please…" Kurt's words were coming out rougher and were barely spoken between growing sobs.

"Hey." Tina turned her head towards Sam, her eyes becoming impossibly wide.

"You can see me?"

"Um… Yeah, I can." Sam swallowed thickly.

"You can see me."

"I know. Can you see anyone else?"

Tina glanced around the room, her hand still over her mouth. No one else was available to her eyes. She stared in Kurt's direction and Sam tried not to react to the boy's sudden hope. It vanished when the girl turned to Sam.

"I thought I was alone, but… you can see me." She smiled slightly before that expression took over again: Fear. "W-Who are you? Where's the rest of the club?"

"You don't–" The blond cut himself off when he saw something bubbling from the wall at the top of the risers.

A door.

It was a dark red, like wine, with a single chain crossing it. Tina followed the lad's line of sight and looked at the door. She moved quickly, trying to pull at the handle. The door didn't budge. She pulled the chains but they didn't move away from the door.

"I have to find Artie! Mercedes! Mike! Everyone else!" Sam moved instinctively and held Tina's shoulder. The searing cold made him wince but he forced himself to pull Tina away from the door.

"Listen to me! You need to calm down!"

"Sam! Tell her I'm here! She can't see me at all!"

"Please, I have to find Artie or that boy is going to kill him. Pleas let me go. They might be through that door." The girl was sobbing now, tears rolling down her cheek and smudging her mascara.

"I don't think she knows she's dead." Kurt called from the bottom of the risers.

"Just listen to me." Sam pulled Tina closer and stared at her in silent pleading. She hiccuped but stopped moving. "You can't see him, but he's here. You're friend Kurt is here and he's telling me that you have to calm down."

"She's still looking for him, her boyfriend. Sam, you have to tell her what happened. Now!"

"You're Tina Cohen-Chang. You were part of New Directions and you were there when that crazy kid came in with a gun. Do you remember?" Sam let the words flow out of his mouth calmly. Tina nodded with equal calm.

"They're dead… aren't they?"

He nodded.

"Am I dead?"

"Yes." He kept holding on, the cold reaching out to his elbows. He couldn't move his hands; they felt far and away from him.

"Tell her I love her. Tell her I've been trying to find her, to help her!" Kurt was on the top riser, behind Tina, staring at Sam.

Guiding him. He continued to speak and the blond let the words travel through him.

"Kurt loves you, he's with us now. Behind you." Tina turned, facing her friend but seeing nothing. "He wants to tell you to leave. Move on."

"B-But Artie…"

"Your boyfriend is going to be fine, just fine. Just know you're not alone."

There was a whimper, he could hear, but it didn't come from Tina or Kurt. Sam ignored it and focused on the task at hand. The red door was opening, light flooding through. Kurt moved away from it, face in clear awe: eyes bulging and mouth wide. Tina looked at the door and at the slipping chain link. The lock was materializing: a large iron lock with her initials written upon it.

It was working. That door was her way out, Sam knew it. It had appeared when she realized he could see her, and started opening when he touched her. The door kept widening until it burst open with his following words:

"You're not invisible, not anymore." The flash of light that flooded the room blinded all of them.

The sudden shift pushed Sam back, the queasy feeling of imbalance filling his body as his back made contact with the floor. Pain flooded through him.

After that, there was only darkness. A voice came to him.

You'll find him?

Yes. I promise.

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"Sam? Sam!"

"Sam, wake up!"

"Sammy. Tell me you're alive!"

"Lemon-head!"

Green eyes opened slowly. Breath came quicker than the sight before him and the smell of raspberries filled his nostril. The one person that always smelled of them was Amanda, and her eyes were now looking down at him.

"Thank the lord. You incredible idiot." She whispered.

The three of them were still in the choir room, which was looking as dirty and abandoned as the first time Sam was tossed in. He was lying on the floor, next to a couple of upturned chairs. Kurt was sitting down next to him, with Amanda at his other side. She sighed and pulled him to a sitting position.

"Where's Tina?" Sam grunted as he rubbed at his neck. He balked and groped at his arms. The cold was gone, the sizzling and burning pain that was up to his elbows no longer there.

"That goth chick? She went through– Oh my God." Amanda stared up at the risers. She ran up to them and placed her hands on the wall. "I am not crazy. Sam, I swear there was a door right freaking here."

"I know. I saw it." Sam began to breathe in deeply, smiling slightly at the concerned look Kurt sent his way.

"She looked at me and smiled and then she went through the door. Oh Sam, you should have seen her. She looked so beautiful in white." Amanda looked down and then pressed herself against the wall, eyes wide in fear. "What the fuc– Was he always there?"

"Who? Kurt? Yes." Amanda wasted no time in running down the risers and throwing herself on the floor, next to Sam.

She stared at Kurt in extreme fascination while the boy pushed back a bit. The blond beside him cursed before covering his ears with his hands.

It was a good idea too."

"HE'S REAL! HE'S REAL! OH EEEEEM GHEEEEEE!" The seventeen year old squealed, sending Kurt reeling back onto the lowest riser.

"Kurt Hummel. Amanda Evans, Sci-Fi geek and squealer-extraordinaire." His comment was met with a smack by Amanda.

"Pleasure to meet you."

"Likewise!" Amanda stood when Kurt did and helped her brother up. "Wow! You're more fashionable than in your pictures… Is that a skirt?"

Sam smiled at the shocked look on Kurt's face and the slight pink that colored his cheeks.

"Fashion has no gender." He whispered rather icily.

"It. Looks. So. Hot! I love it!" Amanda seemed unfazed.

How logical, centered and focused Amanda was related to 'fan-girling', exuberant and energetic Amanda was one of the grander mysteries in the Evans household.

Kurt smiled stiffly before turning his attention to Sam.

"Why are you here? Did the Neanderthals toss you in here again?"

"No. I followed Tina. She was watching me and Amanda at the library and I heard her." Sam replied.

Amanda looked between the two before stepping next to her brother.

"He also wanted to talk to you. Seemed eager about it too."

Kurt chuckled, sitting on one of the dusty chairs. "Really? And why would you want to do that?"

Sam shrugged. "Well…I told my sister about what…happened a couple of days ago…and she thinks it's our job to 'free your souls' or some bullshit like that…"

Kurt raised an eyebrow. He stood from his place on the risers and walked away from the two before stopping and turning on the spot. His face was like a mask: the right eyebrow was still raised, the lips were tightly shut and the eyes were focused on him.

"Why do you care about our souls?"

"I dunno know." He shrugged as Kurt sat back down on the lowest riser. Sam didn't look at him as he answered. "If the Glee Club was still around then Amanda would probably be running it. I'd sign up in a heartbeat."

"Totally." Amanda said from her new spot in a nearby chair. She was writing down something on her notepad. Her scribbling was quick and you practically hear the movement of pen on paper.

"You didn't strike me as the show choir type."

"Singing is singing. I mean, I don't know anything about Broadway or whatever, but everyone likes music. Glee is about that, right?"

"Yes."

"Amanda's not that easy to talk to anyways. When she sets her mind on a goal she goes all out. Arguing with her is futile.

Amanda huffed angrily.

The ghost boy smiled slightly. "That's a big word for a meat-head."

Sam scowled. "Just because I'm a football player –or aspiring to be one– doesn't mean I'm stupid."

Kurt's smile faded. "You're right. I'm sorry."

The blonde boy waved it off. "S'okay. After hearing about the way you died, I wouldn't be the biggest jock fan, either."

Kurt sighed, looking down. "You have no idea, kid."

The room fell into an awkward silence. Sam cleared his throat, glancing around the room.

"Um…so, are there really thirteen of you?" He asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

Kurt nodded the sad look still on his face. "Yes. We were all such good friends."

Amanda glanced up at her brother and mouthed at him, urging him to continue. The other frowned and sat down next to the specter, whom had his legs crossed and one hand fisted in his black skirt.

"She couldn't see you, but Quinn could. That Noah guy too and the other one…"

"That was my stepbrother. Finn. He can't see me or hear me. Only Quinn and P–Noah, can." Kurt stared down at his lap before turning towards the two siblings. "It wasn't even like that in the beginning. It took a while to… register. What happened, I mean."

"Can they see each other?" Amanda asked.

"Finn can see Puck. He's a bit violent. The times I've seen him, Finn keeps stopping him from hurting someone. Quinn can sometimes hear me. I haven't seen anyone else but Tina and Rachel."

"Rachel Berry?" Amanda wrote what Kurt said down.

"I don't like seeing her. She just relives it, like the damn drama queen she is." The face was growing redder; the blue eyes were swelling with tears just like Tina's had.

"What do you mean by that?" Sam didn't look away from Kurt.

"S-She…" Kurt's lip trembled slightly and he looked away. When he turned back, his face was still red and his eyes were still holding back tears but his mouth was a firm, think line. His jaw was set. "She died fist. She just keeps walking down the hall, talking about what she did that day. Comes in, berates me about my way of looking at her."

He stood walking towards the piano. Amanda and Sam watched him, but both stilled when they heard the sound of heels hitting the floor. The door at the left of the room opened and closed. The squeaking of sneakers could be heard as well as the shifting of chairs. A couple of keys on the piano were played. All of this happened as Kurt kept talking.

"Mercedes tells her to stop being a solo-hog. Rachel argues that we need to be the best if we're going to beat Vocal Adrenaline and the Warblers and everyone else just… They just tell her to shut it."

The door on the right opened slowly. The heels continued along the floor: the shadow of legs moved nearer to that opening. Past memories were being re-enacted before them.

"And he came in. She screamed and she kept screaming when she was down. I think he hadn't shot anyone before her because… He stayed there for what seemed to be forever. He stayed and stared at her. She just screams now. They all do. They scream the same way. The same screaming from when they died…" Kurt was still standing away from the other two.

"We're going to help you. You saw how we helped Tina."

"Yes but she's the most agreeable out of all of us."

When Sam placed his hand on Kurt's shoulder, the cold that came from touching the Goth girl wasn't there. His green eyes, full of promise and courage, met the empty blue ones.

"Then we'll just have to come up with a game plan next time."

Kurt stared at him, wide-eyed. "You…you're actually going to go through with this? Are you crazy?"

"Oh, trust me. We're crazy enough to do this." Amanda wound her arm around her brother's and then around Kurt's. "Sammy's the hero. I'll be the sidekick and Kurt is our supernatural mentor."

Kurt's smile took Sam's breath away, instantly. "Ah. So, we're a rag-tag ghost-saving team, aren't we?"

"Yeah. I guess we are." Sam whispered.

T.B.C

Additional Author's Note: Yayness. Chapter Two Complete. I wanted to set up a schedule for myself and post this NEXT Sunday but school starts on Tuesday (Next Week) and I grew impatient so.. Yeah. :D I'll probably have Chapter 3 done by this week, but EXPECT SLOW POSTING from January 12th onward.