Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or anything, which really sucks if you ask me.

A/N: Oh my gosh, you guys! You are too sweet with your reviews! I feel like I don't deserve them (but by all means, don't stop lol). I love writing this story as it is, but knowing how much you guys enjoy reading it, just makes it all the more fun to write. Thank you so much.


Chapter Seven

Abandon Hope

The group walked around the stage, trying to gather their bearings. Kurt, now back to consciousness, cast a protective charm around them, sprinkling salt found in Tina's pockets in a circle. Everyone stayed in the light onstage, too afraid to venture into the darkness, sure the Enamored were hiding in the shadows. Eventually, after nearly an hour of just standing around, Kurt announced they couldn't wait there any longer. He and Santana agreed they needed to gather some supplies, so Puck volunteered to go with Kurt while he raided their lockers as well as the Chemistry lab for magickal ingredients. The group shuffled around awkwardly as Kurt and Puck prepared to leave and face the unpredictability of the school outside.

"Ow!" Santana cried, hitting Finn on the head as he set her down beside Tina on a couple of pillows found backstage. "Watch the leg, moron!" She clutched her thigh, the chair leg still sticking out grotesquely.

"Try not to abuse your protectors, Santana," Kurt said, crossing his arms from where he stood. "I understand you're in pain, but with Puck and I gone and Tina still unconscious, Finn and Lauren are going to be your only guardians."

"I'll protect you," Brittany said, giving the Latina a hug. No one missed the smile that alighted Santana's face when they connected, but she scowled when she realized everyone was looking at her.

"Shut up," Santana said to everyone, clutching Brittany more fiercely.

"We didn't say anything," Lauren said, smothering a laugh, with Puck and Kurt chuckling as well.

"Are you guys sure you don't want me to go with you?" Finn asked.

"I think Puck and I are going to be fine, Finn," Kurt assured, rubbing Finn's arm.

"I still can't believe you're a wizard," Finn said, his hands in his pockets as he shuffled around. "And you're a werewolf," he said accusingly at Puck.

"Actually, even though I'm a boy I'm still a witch," Kurt clarified. "Wizards are these ancient, bearded old men who dress in robes and pointed hats and carry staffs."

"Like Gandalf?" Finn squealed excitedly.

"Yes, Finn, like Gandalf," Kurt smiled.

"Whoa, wait a minute. Why do you sound like you're mad at me?" Puck asked.

"Dude, I've known you forever," Finn said. "You couldn't tell me you were, like, half dog?"

"I'm not a dog," Puck said, offended. "Dogs are pets, and werewolves are descended from wolves and nobility and shit."

"Whatever," Finn said, that frustrated baby look of his splashed across his face.

Kurt eyed Puck and Finn's anger rising, and looking to ease the tension he politely asked Puck to wait for him at the auditorium entrance.

When Puck was gone Kurt turned to Finn. "Why are you so mad at him?"

"He's my best friend," Finn whined. "He should have told me."

"I'm your stepbrother and I never told you," Kurt said defensively.

"That's different," Finn shrugged. "I've known him forever."

"Finn, considering we risk certain death at any moment, I think you should forgive Puck for keeping this from you," Kurt said. "Anyway, we should be back in ten, fifteen minutes tops. You've got protection, right?"

"I've got the anise, basil, and devil's shoelace," Santana said, holding up the smoking bundle of herbs. "Tina's pockets were like a freaking magick shop."

"Well I blessed the circle, and I'm going to leave that horseshoe charm from your bracelet by the door to keep out unwanted visitors," Kurt said as he descended the stairs from the stage. "We'll be back before you know it."

"Just leave already," Santana said, trying to turn her face away uninterestingly but unable not to look at Kurt as he left. "But come back safe."

Kurt smiled as he walked down the darkened aisle, Puck waiting for him at the entrance.

"Ready?" Puck asked.

Kurt set the horseshoe charm by the door then said, "Ready." With great care the two opened the theater door and peeked outside. Upon seeing the hallway deserted they exited, facing the darkness of McKinley High together.

"I still don't understand why Finn was giving me so much shit," Puck said. "You're his little bro and you never told him."

"Apparently it's because you've known him longer," Kurt said. "Never mind the fact that I know him like the inside of an Alexander McQueen lobster boot, or that it's me he sleeps with when he watches a scary movie." Puck laughed at Kurt's statement. The two walked on carefully, stopping at every sound and looking around them worriedly.

"It's so dark in here," Kurt said, squinting his eyes to peer through the blackness coloring the hallway.

"It is?" Puck asked. Kurt looked at him and the obvious darkness surrounding them. "Oh, sorry. Night vision," he said, pointing to his eyes.

Kurt cupped his hands and held them in front of his chest. "Firelight, my soul is bright," he whispered. A spark flew out from his heart, and he caught it in his hands, where it soon erupted into a small fire. Pressing his hands together, he squashed the fire before flicking his hands out as if drying them, sending sparks of bright light down the hallway. It illuminated their path a few yards at a time, and Kurt had to be sure to send more sparks out as the ones behind them flickered out.

"Cool," Puck said, touching Kurt's glowing hands, realizing the fire made it warmer than usual.

"You're night vision is pretty cool, too," Kurt said, continuing their walk down the hall.

"It's alright," Puck shrugged, tucking his hands in his pockets. "Magick seems so much more awesome."

"It has its advantages," Kurt said, flicking more sparks out again. "Actually, before tonight I could have never done a spell like this."

"So what was all that in the cafeteria? It was like the freakin' Battle of Hogwarts back there," Puck said.

"That…I have no idea what that was," Kurt said honestly. "I've never even been able to get a lamp lit, let alone summon a bolt of lightning. I've no idea whether it's just because it's Halloween or what, but there's something going on today, and I mean aside from the flock of psychotic post-pubescent zombies looking to impale me on their…ahem, penises." Kurt had a hard time saying even this clinical term, blushing as Puck chuckled.

"Look at Hummel, all cursing and shit. I think I'm starting to be a bad influence on you," Puck said, clasping Kurt around the shoulder and jostling him good-naturedly. Kurt blushed even more, and if you asked him later he absolutely did not lean into Puck, reveling in the unusually warm body of the lycanthrope.

When Puck let Kurt go it took all his self-control not to magick Puck's arm back over his shoulder. They walked on, Puck going over why Kurt had suddenly become so powerful.

"Maybe you finally hit puberty," Puck shrugged. Kurt quirked his eyebrow at Puck's inference.

"I am way past puberty," Kurt said confidently. "I am all man, everywhere, I assure you."

"I wish I could take your word on it," Puck said seriously. "But after everything that's gone on today, I don't know what to think anymore. Maybe you should just show me your dick and then I can really figure out why one day you're Filch and now you're freaking Dumbledore."

"I can't believe this is perhaps the third time I'm telling you this, but I am not showing you my penis, Noah!" Kurt huffed. He flicked some light from the fire in his hands in front of him and then stalked off a few yards in front of a sniggering Puck, who caught up to him and apologized.

"I'm just kidding, Hummel," Puck said. Kurt hadn't really taken his joke seriously, but it was nice to have Puck groveling. "You know that right?" Kurt kept his silence. "Kurt?"

Kurt walked on, not even turning to see the apologetic look on Puck's face. "Come on, man. I said I'm sorry." Puck stood in front of Kurt, stopping him in his tracks. He was whimpering now, making little whining noises like a kicked puppy. He nuzzled up to Kurt's neck, and even the usually icy Kurt found it hard not to forgive him.

"Okay," Kurt said with a roll of his eyes. "I forgive you," he said, reluctantly pushing Puck away from his neck. "Good Goddess, Puck, I half expected you to start licking my face."

"Naw," Puck said, once again happy and jocular now that Kurt had forgiven him. "But I was this close to humping your leg." Kurt ignored this comment, chuckling under his breath as Puck once again moved beside him and they continued on their journey.

From further down the hall they heard the odd screeching of an open locker door swinging in the breeze, and strange sounds issued from every open door, making Kurt and Puck weary with every step. Hurried footsteps seemed to surround them, and though they knew they were alone they couldn't help but feel that someone was lurking behind every shadow, ready to pounce on them unsuspectingly.

Kurt eyed Puck unsurely, wondering if his next question would be offensive. Biting his bottom lip he asked, "You know, if you should ever want it, I read in our Grimoire about a possible cure for lycanthropy."

Puck chuckled. "That's alright, dude, but I wasn't bitten or anything. I was born this way."

"I was born this way, hey, I was born this wa-hey, I'm on the right track, baby, I was born this wa-hey," Kurt sang. He blushed as Puck looked at him with a smile. "Sorry, I couldn't resist."

"Like I was saying, Sir Gaga," Puck said, "I was born like this. My old man was a werewolf, his old man before him, and basically every old dude in my family line since forever. I think even my sister is starting to show signs of being one; either that or she's just being a regular ten year old and annoying the shit out of me."

"If the power to annoy makes someone a werewolf, than Finn and Rachel might be one, too," Kurt said. At that moment a screeching sound, like nails on a chalkboard, cut through the air, and Puck pulled Kurt close to him protectively, his sharp nails digging into Kurt's skin. Kurt shouldn't have, what with their lives in danger and all, but being close to Puck made him feel not only safe, but warm and fuzzy inside as well. After a minute or two, Puck relaxed his grip on Kurt.

"The fuck was that?" he asked.

"I think we'd better hurry up," Kurt said. He walked a comfortable distance in front of Puck, hoping he didn't see him blushing in the darkness. He flicked more light ahead of them as they turned down another corridor and finally arrived at their lockers.

"Mine's down there," Kurt said, pointing to the end of the hall. He ran towards it, Puck lingering behind. Upon reaching it he quickly undid the combination lock and opened the locker door. Shining his palm inside like a flashlight he located his messenger bag and slung it over his shoulder, filling it up with glass bottles of various liquids and powders. Finally he hefted out the Grimoire, its crackling spine and yellowed pages glowing even in the darkness.

"The fuck is that, a Torah?" Puck asked as he finally caught up to Kurt.

"Sort of," Kurt smiled, clutching it tighter to him. Even though the Grimoire had previously been something he'd begrudgingly looked after, with it in his hands now he suddenly felt more powerful and confident, as if his arm had been severed and had now been reattached. He closed his locker door as he walked to Tina and Santana's already open lockers. He turned to Puck questioningly.

"I figured it'd be easier than you summoning up some kind of magick key or something," Puck said nonchalantly.

"Actually, we told each other the combinations to our lockers a while ago in case we ever needed something," Kurt said, smiling at Puck's thoughtfulness. "But it was a nice gesture, Puck."

"No problem," Puck shrugged, sticking his hands in his pockets.

Kurt emptied Santana's locker, which was full of dried herbs and enchanted objects, while Tina's was filled with candles, knots of rope, and green herbs that Kurt had to stuff down in his bag.

"Let me hold this," Puck said, unwinding Kurt's bag from around his shoulder and stuffing it under his arm. "Whoa. This is a lot of shit," he said, lifting it up and down with one arm, his forearm and bicep flexing impressively.

"And we still have to go to the Chem lab," Kurt reminded him, holding the Grimoire protectively to his chest. He shuddered as he remembered his encounter with Artie earlier.

"You okay, man?" Puck asked, rubbing Kurt's shoulder.

"Yes," Kurt shrugged. "I'm just not exactly looking forward to going back to the Science wing."

"I know what you mean," Puck said. "Science sucks balls." Kurt rolled his eyes before signaling for Puck to follow him.

The heavy Grimoire weighing down his other arm, Kurt used his right hand to flick more light out when a hand reached out of the darkness and grabbed his. Kurt screamed in surprise and opened his hand, the fire held inside his palm shining like a beacon in the black hallway.

"Sam!" Kurt screamed, his palm illuminating the pale, sallow face of his once healthy looking friend. His face was waxen, his veins visible through his skin, and his eyes were sunken low into his skull. He hissed at the light glowing from Kurt's palm, and closed it as he pulled Kurt closer to him.

"Kurtie," Sam cooed, stroking Kurt's hair brazenly. "I've missed you."

"Fuck off, Evans," Puck yelled. He set Kurt's bag down and tried pulling the countertenor away from the blond, but Sam's grip on Kurt was vice-like.

"How about I rip your guts out and choke you with them, Puckerman," Sam threatened, his dead eyes shining eerily in the dimming light of Kurt's palm.

Out of the darkness another set of hands found Kurt, trying to pull him away from the quarreling boys.

"Kurt," Mike Chang said excitedly. Like Sam his face, complete with an open cut yet no flowing blood, more closely resembled a cadaver than a healthy teenage boy. "I found you," he said, pressing a hand under Kurt's shirt and feeling him up, despite his protests.

"Let me go!" Kurt cried, slapping Mike across the face. Mike grabbed Kurt by the neck and slammed him against a locker. Kurt's ears rang and his vision became fuzzy, his head throbbing as Mike stole a kiss from Kurt's lips. Kurt pushed him away, but as he did so he once again saw the strange man from the cafeteria whispering into Mike's ear. The man vanished before his eyes and Kurt saw him appear beside Sam, guiding the blond boy's actions in his fight against Puck. Kurt gasped as the man appeared again by Mike, whispering into his ear, making the smile on Mike's face grow wider. Kurt stared at the man, and when he realized Kurt was looking at him he hissed before vanishing in a cloud of smoke. Kurt gasped as Mike's grip on his neck grew tighter.

Kurt heard moaning and groaning from far away. His eyes caught Puck's as they realized more Enamored could be coming any minute. Fear creeping up their limbs, Puck and Kurt struggled with Mike and Sam, desperate to get away before they were overrun and outnumbered by more psychotic boys.

Kurt swung the Grimoire into Mike, the heavy book hitting him in the stomach. Mike grabbed the Grimoire from Kurt in anger, throwing it to the ground as he clawed at Kurt, ripping Puck's letterman jacket that Kurt was still wearing. Kurt kicked and screamed, his nails scraping and breaking as he dug them uselessly into the linoleum floor, Mike dragging him away from the brawling Sam and Puck. He bit at Mike's arm, but the Asian boy didn't even flinch, instead pulling Kurt down the hall into the darkness. Puck grew alarmed as Kurt was swallowed up into the shadows with Mike. His pupils narrowed and his eyes glowed a dangerous yellow as he began to shift. His nails elongated into claws, and hair sprouted in strange places on his body as he fought Sam more fiercely. With a snarl Puck took a swing at Sam's legs, knocking the blond over onto his back. Puck then lifted him up by the legs with great ease before swinging him down the hall and out of sight.

"Kurt!" Puck growled, his fangs glistening in the darkness as he got down on all fours and ran towards him.

"Puck!" Kurt cried. The light in his hands extinguished as Mike dragged him further down the hall. Puck ran up and lunged at Mike, knocking him off his feet. Puck swung at Mike's face, roaring as his claws cut into the boy's skin. Mike threw Puck off him with surprising strength. His face cut, but still no blood dripping out, Mike got to his feet and stalked toward Kurt. Kurt looked around for Puck, but he was far down the hall where Mike threw him. Thinking fast, Kurt muttered a curse as he put his hands on the locker nearest him. Instantly the entire row of lockers flew open, papers and items flying in the air and pelting Mike. Mike swung his hands at them uselessly, trying to knock them away. The lockers continued to slam open and shut like wide, gaping jaws, spitting out a seemingly endless supply of papers, school supplies, backpacks and books at Mike. Kurt lay on the floor, his messenger bag flying towards him. He grabbed it and held it close as if it were a lifeline. Puck ran through the fray, snatching Kurt up and whisking him down the hall away from Mike.

"Wait!" Kurt screamed. "The book!"

"Forget the book!" Puck yelled. With his enhanced hearing he could hear more Enamored coming towards them, most likely drawn towards the noise of the slamming lockers.

"No!" Kurt shouted, unable to fathom parting with the Grimoire. "We have to go back!" Through the flurry of papers Puck could see Sam and Mike staggering towards them, and before Kurt could run off he grabbed him by the cuff of his shirt and threw him over his shoulder, and, with the bag in tow, ran off towards the theater.

Puck ran easily, even with the added weight of both Kurt and the messenger bag over his shoulder. Once inside the theater Kurt put a magickal seal on the door once they were inside, hoping it would help keep the Enamored at bay.

"What happened?" Finn asked worriedly from the stage. Brittany was fluffing pillows for the still unconscious Tina while Lauren tried to pull the chair leg from Santana's thigh, the Latina swatting at her angrily.

"We have to leave," Kurt huffed, his heart still racing at both the encounter with the boys and the loss of the Grimoire. "Sam and Mike…they're out there."

"Did they follow you?" Santana asked.

"We didn't see," Puck said.

"More could be on their way," Kurt said anxiously. Just as he and Puck climbed on stage multiple poundings could be heard from the door. Soon the very walls of the theater seemed to shake under the clawing of the Enamored.

"We're trapped!" Finn squeaked.


A/N: Kurt's fire spell is actually from this book series on witches called Sweep that I absolutely adored when I was younger. I only read the first three or so novels, but there's a lot more and I grew out of them by the time more came out. Though I only read a few of the books that is the one spell I remember.

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