Author's Note: Thank you everyone who reviewed and alerted my story that makes me so happy! Thank you! Here's my second chapter I hope you all enjoy it as much as the first!

Chapter Two

Kurt opened his eyes to green grass flowing with a light breeze; flowers blossomed in light bursts through the field. Trees could be seen in the distance, tall and dark green. Kurt sighed and closed his eyes again inhaling the sweet scent of fresh air. He hadn't seen anything so beautiful in so long and this brought his spirits up. Kurt's eyes opened again and a brilliant smile graced his lips. The beautiful sapphire orbs couldn't take in enough of the sights before him. It was not something you could just stare at once and walk away, you needed to stare, memorize every flower's color and place.

Kurt looked down to see his bare feet and he started to squish the grass between his toes and sighed. It was a comforting feeling, it was a feeling that no one could hurt you; no one could make you feel bad. This was the place that Kurt could be who he wanted, be who he always wished he could've been. He started to walk; he had no destination in mind he just wanted to walk, to run till he just couldn't any longer. On the though Kurt started to sprint, he didn't feel the restriction of clothes but knew he was covered in a white robe. The sunlight fell across Kurt's face, making him look paler, beautifully pale. Kurt just laughed as he ran; he wasn't running from anything for once, he was just running to run.

Kurt only ran for a little while longer before he fell into the grass laughing hard enough to cry. He soon ceased laughing and stared up at the blue sky, no clouds covered the blue. Kurt didn't know such beauty could really exist in a world full of hate and destruction. Kurt wasn't complaining though, he was enjoying his own little slice of heaven. It felt like eternity that he just lay there staring into the sky as if it were a lover's eye. Kurt could almost hear low beats of music in the air, Defying Gravity. Kurt must've died and gone to heaven, this could not have gotten any better.

Kurt then heard laughter and he stood up looking for the signs of human existence in his meadow. He walked towards the sounds, searching, wondering, who could possibly be here? What he saw made him instantly know it was a dream, that he was just sleeping. He saw Puck and Burt laughing together shaking hands, something he would never have imagined possible, not after all of Puck's torture. Kurt just stared silently and then Puck noticed Kurt from the corner of his eye.

"Hey Babe, where have ya' been?" Puck said coming to wrap his arms around Kurt's waist and leaning down to kiss him. Kurt pushed him away and stumbled back when Puck's arms fell from his waist. "What's wrong Kurt, did I do something wrong?" For some reason Kurt could've cried at the hurt tone in Puck's voice, which only served to further confuse him. Kurt just stared into Puck's brown eyes, sapphire versus chocolate. Kurt didn't say anything, he saw Burt step forward into his field of vision.

"Kurt are you ok, did someone hurt you?" Burt said concern lacing his voice.

"Of course I'm not ok, he hurt me, and he's done it so much!" Kurt screamed at Burt then pointing at Puck.

"What are you talking about Kurt, I would never hurt you, and I don't even have nightmares about it." Puck said a smile on his lips, something was seriously wrong with this picture. Puck wasn't nice and especially not nice to Kurt of all people, why would he say those things? Kurt just stared at Puck with bewilderment the main emotion on his face. Kurt put a hand to his forehead maybe he was having a fever that would be the only plausible answer to this. Kurt didn't even realize that Puck had come to wrap his arms around him till he was in his face. Kurt inhaled Puck's musky, manly scent and could've died on how wonderful it was.

"I promise you Kurt, I'd never do what I did to you, don't be afraid of me." Puck whispered in his ear and Kurt only pulled back so that he could look into Puck's eyes. He couldn't see any trace of him lying to Kurt in his eyes. He was telling the truth, and with Puck's arms wrapped around him Kurt had never more safe. A throat was cleared and Kurt looked to see Burt with a blush on his face. Then Burt's face started to melt, his skin started to slide off leaving bone. It seemed to be a torturous process because Burt was letting out blood curdling screams with each second passing.

He tried to catch the bits of his skin that kept falling off of him but failed, each piece that fell onto his hand fell through onto the ground. Soon the rest of his body-followed suit, skin fell off, screaming that would put a banshee to shame. Kurt could only stare as his father died in front of his eyes, Kurt's heart still beat but it felt like it was only pushing poison through his veins. Kurt could feel Puck's grip on him weaken till Kurt had to look up at Puck. Pieces of his face started to fall off and land on Kurt. The look of love, adoration never left his face as he started to die. Kurt's mouth fell open as Puck collapsed into his arms; Kurt led him to the ground slowly laying Puck in his lap.

Kurt rocked Puck as he was soon left only bones and clothes, skin, muscles; blood all of it gone from him. Kurt then started to cry, to sob.

"Why! Why would you do this to me! Things were getting better I could see it, why did you take him away from me!" He screamed up at the sky as if someone were listening to his sobs. He started to wail in agony of the loss of his father and Puck. He didn't know why he hurt over Puck so much but it was as if his heart was just torn out of his chest. Kurt continued to scream and sob rocking himself now that Puck had fallen out of his arms.

He screamed till he had gone hoarse, no longer to make a sound. He fell to the ground looking into the empty hole of Puck's eyes he let out silent wails of pain. Kurt never knew he could hurt like this, he wasn't so much angry just so hurt. Who would do something like this, who would want to tear him to shreds just to watch him scream? Kurt couldn't stay here any longer, it felt like Puck and Burt's skeletons were staring at him, watching him in hate. He did the only thing he could he got up and ran. He ran so far, so fast, he could never get the feel of being watched out of his head though.

The hairs on the back on his neck stood on edge as he got farther and farther from the horrible scene. Soon his elevation increased and snow littered the ground. The wind blew harshly through the mountain pass he came to. Only snow showed on the ground, no rocks, no plants. The clouds were dark and foreboding, the screamed of death, of hatred. Kurt continued to run towards them though, he wasn't afraid of death anymore. Kurt was scared of returning to Burt and Puck, they would still stare at him, so he needed to end it.

Kurt soon couldn't move much further, he luckily came to a cavern, he ran in and only faced more wind. Kurt's bare feet hurt from walking in the snow. Each crunch of his steps sounded through the cave, echoing on its walls. Kurt continued to walk deeper and deeper into the cave and soon came to a wall, the wall was blue ice and beautiful. It would be a perfect burial. Kurt came to sit on the ground his back to the beautiful blue wall. He stared at the entrance and watched the snow fall for what felt like hours.

Kurt grew tired and fell to the ground snuggling into the snow, he was ready for sweet death to take it's hold on him. With that, he closed his eyes to sleep forever until someone could come and lead him back out.

A tiny brunette woke with a gasp his back arching into the air, the lungs taking in breath that hadn't reached them in centuries. The sapphire blue eyes stared into the old wall as he let out a silent cry of pain. It felt like waking up after sleeping for a long time, tight and sore muscles stretched in an attempt to begin moving. Soon the boy's back lowered back to the bed, he gasped for air trying to catch his breath. Bed sheets cracked under the stress of haven't been moved in so long. Dust sprang up into the air only further making the tiny boy gasp for breath as he regained control over his body. Eventually things began to go to peace again, the boy regained all his bodily functions lost so long ago.

He lay there looking this way and that taking in his surroundings, brilliant sapphire orbs open in confusion.

"Where am I?" A tiny voice that was his came to say, it was high pitched and girly. The boy again sat up and his long brown hair flowed from him in waves. It wasn't knotted or ratty but thick and beautifully shiny in the dull moonlight. He felt something on his wrist and looked down to see a bracelet with words attached to his wrist. The bracelet was once soft and slightly colorful but still distasteful. He leaned down closer staring at the tiny clipped part before reading the part with information.

His eyes grazed over the sheet trying to read each letter that was hidden by age. He rubbed at the paper and was soon able to see each letter clearly.

"Kurt Hummel." The boy looked up and again looked around him as if it held the answers to all of his questions. "Is that who I am? Kurt Hummel?" The boy said to no one in particular trying to work things out in his mind and finding no success. Kurt sighed and kicked his legs to the floor and shivered at their cold that graced his soft feet. Kurt sat there just staring ahead of him into the vaguely lighted room; he waited for something as if he were going to wake up.

Kurt stood then and swayed on his feet only to fall back to the bed gasping in stress. It felt as if his body hadn't moved in so long, locked in time as if a statue. Kurt sat up again and again put weight on his legs; he needed to find someone or something. He came to the same outcome as the first time. He was too weak to move at all, it was ridiculous. Kurt ended sitting up his feet on the ground with no weight to them, he pouted. He should be able to move his feet whenever he pleased to do so.

Kurt crossed his arms and waited for what seemed to be hours before he felt like he could move again. Kurt then put his hands on the bed and shoved himself up and stood for a moment, then fell against the wall. He used the wall as leverage to put slight weight down to get his legs used to the idea of being used again. Kurt didn't remember a thing; he only assumed that his name was Kurt. Kurt just sighed and saw someone over in the corner of the room. In a sudden burst of strength he walked over quickly and fell to the bed staring at the person. He stared at the person sitting before him; the girl had long hair that came down to her waist and brilliant sapphire eyes.

She was as pale as a sheet and her lips a pale pink; she was staring at him in shock. He reached forward to touch her and she did the same, they kept reaching till all that was touched was a cold reflection. Kurt then realized he had been staring at himself, and realized he called himself a woman in his mind. Kurt felt strangely happy about the thought of looking feminine to a certain point but this might be slightly overboard. Kurt ran a hand through his hair and gasped at the softness of the chocolate brown locks. He ran both his hands through them admiring the length and softness. He could only see beauty in the mirror, he might be vein but it was true, the length made him precious.

Kurt sighed and looked away from the mirror and stared at the closed door. Where does it lead? He thought to himself, he almost excepted an answer but knew there would be none. Kurt stood and walked over on shaky limbs towards the door. The wood was a light brown and slightly chewed out from bugs that might've once lived there. Kurt looked back at the room with his back to the door, it was a small room, Kurt saw a nightstand and limped over to it. He grabbed the frame covered in dust and blew on it to shake free the dust on it.

He saw a boy with a brilliant smile on his face and electric blue eyes staring back at him. A taller male with darker hair had his arm wrapped around his shoulder a smile on his face. Kurt realized that he was the smaller boy in the picture and didn't know what to think of it. He looked different, it was probably the hair, but otherwise nothing seemed to have changed. Kurt stared at the picture for a while longer; he felt a draw to the other boy, as if he would be someone to go to. Kurt tried to remember something, anything at all, to pull up memories of anything before this. Kurt put the picture down and pulled up another picture frame.

He again blew off the dust that had accumulated on its surface and saw a beautiful woman. Her eyes were the same blue as Kurt's and her skin the same milky pale as his. Kurt wondered what relationship he had with this woman, he knew it was something; he pulled the frame apart and folded the picture up. He tried to put it in his pocket and found that he was clothed in some weird robe dress thing. It was a sea green color with tiny red dots littering it; he looked at the mirror again and almost vomited. The robe was disgusting and he almost immediately took it off but realized he had no other clothing. He just sighed and stood facing the door in front of him.

He stared at the wood eaten door standing in his way, he didn't want to break the door but he was afraid opening might do just that. He reached forward and grabbed the silver handle covered in dust; his hands wrapped around the handle gently and started to pull down. The handle screeched and he instantly let go of it and covered his ear, he knew it was the fact that it hadn't been open in so long. Kurt sighed and closed his eyes and quickly shoved the metal down and pushed the door open. Kurt sighed as the door stopped screeching when it was against the other wall. He didn't move the darkness coming in the room was almost tangible as he stared forward. Kurt shivered as also cold air blew into the room that hadn't been let in.

Kurt took a tentative step forward into the darkness; he was almost afraid that it would reach out and grab him. When he decided it was safe he took another step forward and looked around. Trash littered the ground and the walls were stained black. Kurt looked at the stains with a close eye, trying to determine what it was that he was looking at. Kurt sniffed the air and found only stale bread scent, he pulled away and sighed, he looked down the hallway trying to decide which direction. He looked down at his hands and decided to go right. He started to slowly shuffle through the trash and the stains, not wanting to touch either of them.

His footsteps echoed down the hall as he moved, it was unnerving, it was so quite. Kurt didn't like silence, it made him think, and sometimes he didn't want to think about it. He just sighed and became more confident in his steps; he rounded the corner and stopped gasping. On the floor were skeletons littering the ground, Kurt stared and looked behind him and found the same in that row. Kurt just looked back and forth between the dead skeletons; they all seemed to just laugh at him. Kurt just shook his head and walked quietly through the dead, he didn't even think anything as he walked. He was terrified he knew that but who wouldn't be, no one was there to tell him what happened, no one there to tell him it was going to be alright.

"What did happen?" He said to himself and broke free of the skeletons littering the ground. He looked past them to see their shapes retreating in the background. Then he roughly walked into a metal table and let out a tiny shriek. He looked in front of him and found tiny knives, scalpels and scissors. They were a deep brown red color with age; Kurt reached over and ran his fingers along the metal. The knives crumbled before his touch and Kurt pulled his hand back to look at the stain on his fingers.

He just sighed and wiped it on the ugly gown thing that he was trying to work. He continued down his path and hooked a left; he made his way through the maze of corridors and hallways. He was just reading to find an exit, he was afraid he would never really get out of here. Kurt looked into open rooms and found a lot of things, crumpled up sheets more curious stains and sometimes a skeleton or two. Kurt was surprised he hadn't flipped out yet, he felt like he would've. Every time he tried to access his memories he would get a mobility-hampering headache and gave up. They would come back on their own, right?

Kurt sighed and just ended that thought process; he ran his hands through his hair for comfort. None of the strands seemed to tangle themselves; it was a miracle in disguise he thought to himself. The hair would sway around him with each step he took it gave him comfort that at least he looked good. Except for the fact that he had an ugly robe thing around him. He just shook his head, there would be no point in complaining about who dressed him, he would just change when he found clothes. Kurt seemed to get deeper and deeper into the heart of the building he was in, he would pass old papers with barely legible words. He found out that he was in a hospital, which made him slightly more comforted at least someone would be here.

Kurt wasn't so sure about this, something was most definitely off about everything, things weren't right. Kurt just held his head high and kept walking with maybe in a small strut.

"And what do we have here." Kurt said quietly as he saw a locker room; he pushed the door open and looked around. He saw clothes around here for him to choose from. Kurt smiled joyfully and started to sift through the clothing. He let he robe fall from his body as he picked up shirts pants and shoes, he had everything he needed here. What was most shocking was the condition the clothes were in, they all looked new, all beautiful. Kurt could've played dress up for hours in here but he needed to get dressed.

Kurt found boxers over to the side and pulled the tight article of fabric over himself and sighed at the comfort before searching for more clothes. He couldn't tell whether these were male or female clothes, he found articles of both. He didn't care as long as it looked good he could care less whether they were for a guy or a girl. He pulled on some black socks that he found and gasped out how soft and comfy they were. He decided to spend his little piece of heaven with a happy face and ignore the world around him for now. Kurt sorted out the pants and shirts from each other and put them in rows based on color and size. He had a small selection of clothes that would fit him which made him happy that he narrowed it all down.

He left shoes all over the floor for now, he would get to them later, he started to run his hands over the clothes that would fit him. He picked out a pair of black jeans and started to pull them up his legs slowly, almost sensually. Truth was that he was having trouble getting the jeans up his legs, the fabric was so tight, but when he did his could've died happy for how good he looked. He buttoned the pants up and started to walk around the shirts looking for something to match. He picked out a long sleeved form fitting black shirt and pulled it over his head and again looked at himself in the mirror. Kurt was seriously in heaven, he again went over the shirts looking for something to throw over and found a red vest. He pulled it over his shoulders and let the vest hug him tighter than the shirt beneath it.

He took one last peek at himself in the mirror and grabbed a brush that he had found in the corner of the room and started to run it through his thick hair. He must've brushed for over an hour, when he finished his hair shined even in the dark of the room and flowed like water down his back. He smiled and then started to organize the shoes, it didn't take him long before he found the perfect pair for him. They were black leather boots that had a heel to the end of them and came up to the top of his calf. He shoved his leg in slowly and again slowly laced up the boot till he was finished and gained comfort from how tight they were on him. Kurt took one last peek at the mirror and his mouth fell open in amazement. He hadn't lost his touch in the past god knows how long.

'Wait, haven't lost my touch. What does that mean?' Kurt thought to himself and just sighed he would figure it out later. He left the locker room and continued on his way out of the hospital. It took him a while longer and a lot of boot tapping later before he found a sign.

"Exit to your left." He said to himself and took a left quickening his pace to get out, he was tired of being in here. He soon found double doors and pushed them open at a dead run. He shivered as the night air gently brushed over his skin, he rubbed his arms a little cold. He looked left and right and found a parking lot full of rusted cars, they wouldn't work not from the way they looked he just had a feeling. Kurt walked away from the hospital's entrance in silence, even his footsteps made no sound. Kurt's head was on a swivel with how often he moved his head, looking for something, anything.

The wind blew dust into his face and Kurt protected his eyes with his hands stopping each time he had to cover his eyes. He was shivering lightly but not cold, it was more just because of the creepy setting. Kurt jumped at any sound that pierced the darkness; it took a moment before Kurt's eyes adjusted. Kurt saw more skeletons, no a lot more, it was disturbing, their bones were twisted in agony. It was as if every night they re-lived their deaths, or experienced more painful ones. Kurt just kept his head turned up so he wouldn't see their pained expressions. Kurt felt guilty, he was sleeping while all of these people died, he wondered how long he'd been asleep.

He knew it was too late anyway so he shook the thoughts from his mind as he made his way past cars. Vegetation grew on the once busy streets, they enveloped everything; grass grew threw cracks and flowers blew in the cold wind. Kurt walked silently through it all, he loved the cold brush of wind that came upon him. He was overcome with dread, something was wrong so awfully wrong. He shivered and felt eyes on his back raking over his skin as if he were dinner. Kurt whirled behind him but saw nothing, just darkness and the silhouettes of trees. Kurt turned back around and walked quicker through the dead streets, he listened closely to anything, he heard nothing.

Kurt was starting to become seriously scared, he had found no one, was everyone gone was he the only one left?

"Just breathe Kurt nothing is following you, you'll be alright people are around here somewhere. You just need to give it a chance you'll find someone." Kurt said quietly to himself, a mini pep talk. Though no matter how many times said there was nothing behind him the shuffling continued. Kurt had gone through many streets over many sidewalks past broken windows and tortured skeletons. The shuffling never stopped, Kurt quickened his pace but so did whatever behind him. Kurt then bolted out in a dead run down the sidewalk littered with trash and forgotten mementos.

There was a shrill shriek behind him, and then he saw it, running, no charging him. Kurt gasped and started to run harder but the thing still followed him. It was clothed in a hooded jacket and shorts, where legs were there was green skin blotched with black spots. It screamed its way after him and literally leapt towards him on all of its legs. Its face was shrouded by the darkness but he could've sworn he saw yellow almost white eyes. He darted to his left to get out of the creatures path and hid inside of a store. He covered his mouth to stay silent and almost started to whimper to himself.

He had managed to get behind a bar of sorts and duck under; he was graced with a small crack to peak out of. He stuck his eye out of it and started to watch for anything. He didn't hear shuffling, he heard only silence, no birds no crickets it was dead silent. Kurt waited for what seemed hours before he heard a slight shuffling of feet. His eyes widened when he saw the arms of the creature crawling over slowly. It was sniffing the ground like a dog looking for food, and Kurt seemed to be dinner. Kurt stayed silent his breathing had calmed down enough that he was silent, he just hopped this thing didn't have super hearing.

Kurt watched as it entered the building still sniffing then it looked up and directly at him. Kurt saw it's face, the teeth had sharpened to points and its eyes were a milky yellow. The same green and black skin color graced its face; the lips had gone black with death. It had a sneer across its face; Kurt couldn't tear his eyes away. Kurt was frozen with fear, it was the eyes they had no life to them, all that lingered was a cold hunger. The monster continued to walk forward though as if it hadn't seen Kurt, which Kurt was silently grateful for. Kurt watched it move closer and closer, close enough that he could smell dead from the creature, it reeked of blood.

Then he noticed blackness around the mouth not just the lips, but something caked on, blood. Kurt just put his back to the rotting wood waiting silently for the creature to leave. Kurt didn't say a word; make a sound as he heard scraping then something above him. If Kurt's hearing was good the creature was now walking on the bar above him. Kurt's breathing stopped as he went silent, waiting for the moment it found him. Then it jumped off and landed right in front of Kurt its back to him. Kurt just stared as it crawled away back into other rooms.

Kurt waited for several moments after the creature disappeared before he got up silently and tip toed his way back to the streets. Kurt breathed silently but his heart pounded in his ears and was surprised the thing didn't hear him. He focused his eyes on the ground in front of him not wanting to make a sound and alert the creature. Kurt was halfway through when he stepped on a glass bottle and it shattered loudly under his boots. Kurt stopped frozen in time as his heart literally stopped. It was only moments later before a shriek sounded behind him, Kurt took off again in a dead run. Kurt ran through the broken window and ran to his right his hair flying out behind him as he ran.

He breathed heavily but couldn't seem to get enough oxygen to his mind, to his muscles. He heard running behind him and looked behind him to see that creature chasing him with a passion. Kurt ran faster, trying to make a larger gap between him and the being behind him. He failed miserably; the creature would leap and catch up all the ground Kurt made and then some. Kurt bolted down the streets but even he knew he was running from a faster battle. As he ran Kurt started to look for anything he could fight with, he saw trash but nothing good. He knew he was running out of time, he was literally holding back the flashes of his life.

Then with one last leap the creature landed itself right on Kurt's back and screamed in victory. Kurt rolled over to see the creature above him coming down at him with claws. Kurt closed his eyes and heard a large bang soar through the sky. With that a large something fell on top of him. Kurt kept his eyes closed still waiting for his life to be torn from him. Nothing ever came, Kurt cracked his eyes open to see the creature laying on him, not moving. Kurt lifted his arm and poked at the thing on him and it rolled off of him.

He stared at it in wonder; things don't just randomly drop dead. Though he wasn't complaining much if that were the case right now, in fact he would welcome it. Kurt then heard voices he sat up and saw shapes running towards him. He felt his heart stop again; he was going to be torn to shreds. Kurt without thinking let his body control itself and got up and ran. He felt the wind through his hair again as he again ran for his life. Kurt could still hear the voices behind him but he didn't listen to what they said he only ran as fast as his legs could take him.

"What the hell is that boy's problem we just saved his ass and he runs like we're from hell!" Mercedes squawked in annoyance at her two companions. Mercedes stopped running miles back and finally caught up to her two friends.

"He was just mauled by a Hunter Cedes, do you think you'd like to sit back and talk if we were running at you." Santana spoke in her same bitchy tone she used for everyone else, even after all this time.

"We're standing on two feet unlike that thing you think he would've realized that!" Mercedes cried out still annoyed about the other human running from them.

"Will you two just shut it! First off I'm not completely sure that that was a guy because of the magnificent length of his hair. Second off I'm tired of scavenging for fresh food, we haven't found anyone!" Rachel yelled back at them, she was close to her monthly feeding session and she needed someone.

"Can it White Girl!"

Kurt ran and ran until he felt like he could've just toppled over in exhaustion. Kurt stayed on the road hoping it led out of whatever town he was in and into another more safer one. Kurt slowed down and came to a sign putting his hand on the metal bent in half breathing hard. He stayed that way until his breath was caught, straightening back up he looked at what his hand was on. Kurt circled the sign and stood in the front of it and wiped away at the debris that built up on it.

"Lima City Limits." Kurt read to himself and just shrugged before literally toppling over into the grass. He was asleep before he could truly close his eyes.

Author's Note: Well here you have it chapter two! It's amazing I think, I like it then again I'm biased! Please review for me tell me what I'm doing wrong and trust me all your questions will be answered. So review or I'll cry and you don't want that on your conscience.