The Second Life Of Kurt Hummel
-xOx-
My eyes fluttered open and closed every now and then, and I could tell that I was being moved, but not moving myself. Sounds and voices and curly hair were all that I could make out. When I become more alert, searing pain made itself known to me again, and I groaned in pain and frustration.
"He's coming to."
A small smile tugged at my lips as I recognized the voice as belonging to Blaine. As I forced my eyes to stay open just a little longer, I looked up into the worried deep hazel eyes of my maker. His triangular eyebrows knitted together, he gave me a small unsure smile.
"Set him down."
That voice wasn't familiar at all, but it was friendly and soothing and trust-worthy. Blaine set me down gently on a padded surface and pressed a kiss to my temple then stepped away. I tried to shift, but a sharp pain in my leg shot up my body and I groaned loudly, gritting my teeth together.
"Kurt" Blaine said gently, grabbing my hand and squeezing, "Kurt, you can't move. You need to stay still for a little while."
I heard shuffling behind me and turned my head to try to see who was behind me. A tall woman with long blonde hair stood behind me, a grimace on her face. I turned back around to look at Blaine pleadingly.
"Blaine…"
"Don't speak Kurt. This is going to help you. You need to listen and turn onto your back, please?"
Blaine's voice was pleading, so I complied and stopped resisting him. He lay me flat on my back and I looked up to a pink ceiling. Even in my state I managed to wrinkle my nose in disgust.
The woman's face appeared above mine and she smiled at me. "I know it's not everyone's taste, but my daughter likes the color."
My eyebrows furrowed to accompany my still wrinkled nose, this time in confusion. What the hell was this lady talking about? The woman started laughing lightly and shook her head.
"Blaine…" I pleaded, scanning my eyes around to see where he was. This lady was crazy and I needed to get away.
I couldn't find Blaine in my direct line of vision and I sighed in defeat. I looked back at the woman who just smiled at me again. "I assure you, I am not crazy" the woman said sternly but gently, "I'm here to help you" *Let me.*
Before I could even think of something to say, I felt my good hand being squeezed again. My eyes darted to Blaine's and he smiled at me. "Kurt, if this hurts, just squeeze it out on my hand, ok?"
At the mention of pain, the stinging feeling in my leg and arm pulsed again, making me grimace and I squeezed Blaine's hand. I closed my eyes because they felt heavy, sleep calling me back to the dream.
I felt hands travelling down my right arm, every touch sending another pulse of pain throughout my entire body. The hands were soft and small so I assumed that they belonged to the woman. My assumptions were proven correct when I looked down to see the woman's hands on my arm. She was squeezing different places as her hand travelled along my arm. Relief swept over me when I presumed she was a doctor.
My presumptions were proven wrong when unbearable pain coursed through my entire body, starting from my torn arm. I screamed and turned to face Blaine as I felt the unusual sensation. The flesh of my arm felt like it was vibrating against itself, jiggling and moving, rubbing up on itself. I could feel my bones stinging and vaguely thought I heard a clicking sound.
With my good hand, I had gripped Blaine's tightly as the pain in my wounded arm started to ease off. I turned my head again to look at my arm. The woman's hands were still covering my wound, which I noticed had started to ease up and not hurt as much. When she did take her hands off of my arm, my eyes widened in shock at what I saw.
The wound had completely healed over, apart from the dried black blood around the area where large teeth marks had previously been. The woman trailed fingers around the area, pressing gently at my flesh. Her hands were covered in my black blood.
"What…?" I asked confused.
The woman just nodded at me before walking around the whatever surface I was sat on. I felt her soft hands on my left leg. Almost immediately I felt the unusual sensation take over me again. I screamed once again, gripping Blaine's hand in a vice-grip. The whole wound stung, but the bone that I knew was broken, clicked back into place and stitched itself back together. The torn flesh around the bone vibrated and rubbed against itself once more.
As the pain ebbed away, I began to calm down, though I still felt dizzy and tired. The woman trailed her fingers against my now healed over leg as she had done my arm. I breathed a sigh of relief when she slapped my leg and walked back up to where I could see her.
She grabbed my hand and squeezed. "How do you feel?"
I blinked at her and squeezed her hand back. "Good?"
She laughed again, and this time I could hear the familiarity in it. I frowned as the woman's eyes smiled with her grin. She turned to look at Blaine, who looked at her confused. I smiled at Blaine. Thank goodness someone else didn't have a clue what this bitch was on.
The woman laughed again. I was getting really sick of that!
She let my hand go and I instantly felt Blaine helping me to sit up. I sat up easily with no pain at all. When I was sat up straight, I cracked my neck, hearing the loud pops and sighing in relief again. Blaine stood in front of me with a smile. "How are you feeling?"
"Good" I answered surely this time, "What…What just happened?"
Blaine pulled himself up to sit next to me and I realised that I was sitting on a padded leather bench at the foot of a bed. My eyes roamed the room and I wrinkled my nose up at the décor. It was a bedroom, a little girls one by the looks of it. There was a double bed though, with four posts and frilly pink lace draping around it. The walls were all the same pastel pink color as the ceiling and I tried my hardest not to gag.
There was a large bookshelf with many children's books lining it. A desk sat in the corner with arts and crafts items scattered across it. On the side table sat two red, white and black pom-poms and I quirked an eyebrow. They almost looked like the Cheerio's pom-poms. One of the walls kind of freaked me out, too. There were dozens of framed photographs of a fluffy white cat hung up in a collage. Who frames pictures of their cat?
I turned back to look at Blaine who was watching me the whole time, a look of amusement on his face. "It's very pink" he said with a smile.
I nodded. "I see that. It looks like a bottle of Pepto Bismol exploded" I quickly scanned the room again before turning back to Blaine, "Where are we?"
"My friend" Blaine said, pointing to the opened door of the room, "Is a Psionic. I brought you here so she could heal your wounds."
"Oh" I blushed in realisation, "She was totally reading my mind before. That's why she was laughing every time I thought that she was a crazy bitch."
Blaine laughed and patted my knee. There was a soft knock on the door and the woman stood there with a smile on her face. When Blaine and myself looked up to meet her eyes, she stepped into the room with a large mug and handed it to me.
Accepting the offered cup, I looked at the contents of human blood in the cup. My hunger peaked and I immediate downed the contents of the mug quickly. Exhaling and licking my lips clean, my eyes fell on Blaine who was smirking at me. I shrugged my shoulders and licked the mug clean.
"You should get him fed properly" the woman said to Blaine, "He looks like he could eat a sumo wrestler whole" she chuckled, Blaine joining when my stomach grumbled loudly.
"Come on" Blaine said standing up and offering his hand to me, "Let's go find something to eat."
I accepted Blaine's hand and stood to my feet. We walked through the hallway into a living room and towards the front door of the house. I didn't look around except for a small glance into the family room where I furrowed my brow at the cheerleading uniform folded up and sitting on the back of the couch.
The red and white and black looked like the Cheerio's uniform. The pom=poms in the bedroom, as well as the bedroom itself came together in my mind and I let go of Blaine's hand and walked towards the uniform, picking it up and examining it. It was a size 2. The pink room and the framed pictures of a cat and the cheerleading uniform made my eyes widen in realisation.
Blaine was staring at me curiously, watching me as I ignored him and looked around the room. Family photo's were scattered all around the room, covering every surface available. I zoned in on one of three people, all blonde and pretty. Obviously a father and mother with their child, smiling at the camera. The little girl in the middle of her parents had a familiar smile, innocent and cheerful, her blonde hair held up in a ponytail.
A laugh from behind me made me turn around to look at the woman who had helped me. I looked from the photo to the woman a few times. "You're…Brittany's mom?" I asked curiously.
The woman laughed again and stepped forward, offering her hand to me. "Georgia Pierce" she said as I shook her hand, "And yes, my daughter is Brittany. I believe you know her."
Even though it all seemed confusing and the realisation that this woman, this Psionic was Brittany S. Pierce's mother, it all just seemed to make sense to me.
I laughed gently and nodded my head. I do know Brittany. Or, I thought I did.
-xOx-
Puck groaned and threw his phone down on the couch hard. "He's not picking up his damn phone!" he exclaimed, rubbing at his right shoulder.
Mercedes looked up at Puck from where she was laying on her back on the couch. Everyone had basically slept the day away and were now all just slumped around the living room in the Hudmel house, eating and watching movies.
The black diva looked at her watch and she sighed, worry lacing the surprisingly loud noise. It was 5pm and Kurt had been out all day. What's more is that Finn had called Kurt at lunch time and the male diva had assured Finn that he was on his way home. Where the hell was he?
She stood up from the couch and patted Puck on the arm. "I'm sure he's fine" she tried to reassure both Puck and herself.
Puck scoffed. "He isn't answering his phone. He never not answers his phone."
"Except that one time when he disappeared" Artie offered from his spot at the small table playing chess with Sam.
"What was up with that anyways?" Santana asked in between chews of her sandwich, looking at Finn, "Have you gotten an answer from him yet?"
"No" Finn answered, eyes still on the Sports Illustrated magazine he was reading, "Every time I try to bring it up, he manages to side-track me with food, or brings up him and Puck, which makes me sort of uncomfortable. No offence dude" Finn said, lowering his magazine to look at Puck.
The muscular Jew just rolled his eyes at his adorably dumb friend. "Offence taken."
Finn looked distraught and opened his mouth to say something, but Brittany interrupted. "I know why he left."
Every eye and ear turned to the Cheerio laying on her stomach on the carpeted floor, legs hiked up as she flicked through a magazine. She hummed away as she looked over the red carpet dresses happily, not even noticing the looks she was receiving.
Quinn snorted, earning a glare from Santana. "Why Britt? Why did Kurt leave?"
"Hmm?" Brittany asked looking at Quinn with big eyes.
"Why did Kurt leave? You said you knew why he left?" Artie asked his girlfriend.
Brittany smiled widely at her boyfriend and jumped up from off of the floor. "He's a Vampyre!" she said happily, jumping into Artie's lap, "That's why he's pale and his skin is soft and sparkly."
All the Gleeks let out the breath they had been holding and rolled their eyes at their friend. They should have expected an answer like that one. Puck, however, had paled and was biting his lip. The reminder of Kurt's true identity not doing anything to deter his worry for his boyfriend.
Could something have happened to Kurt because of his being a Vampyre? Kurt had explained almost everything to him, and had said that there are a number of 'Creatures of the Night' as Noah had called them, living in and around Lima.
"Anyway" Mercedes said, ignoring Brittany, "I'm getting worried. Puckerman, grab your keys."
"Wait. Where are you going?" Finn asked, standing up.
"To find my boy" Mercedes said, shrugging on her jacket.
"I know where he is" Brittany said happily, "I'll come with you!"
Puck had pulled his own jacket on and was tying his shoe laces. Mercedes simply shrugged her shoulders at the other girl and turned to Finn. "If he calls, call us straight away."
Finn nodded and Mercedes turned around and walked out of the room followed by Puck and Brittany. The three piled into Puck's beat-up looking 3-seater truck, so it was a bit of a squeeze. Puck started the ignition and sped out of the driveway.
"Where are we going?" he asked, overlooking Brittany to look at Mercedes sitting on the other end of the cab.
"My house!" Brittany answered from in the middle of the other two.
Mercedes thought for a second before shrugging. "If I know him, he would have taken the back roads, so lets go that way towards Lima Keys Shopping Mall."
Puck nodded obediently. Worst case scenarios were running through his mind about Kurt being attacked or injured or worse. He didn't know why, but he had felt jumpy and distraught all day. A sharp pain in his shoulder had startled him and woke him up this afternoon, but he didn't know what it was.
A pain in his leg had made itself known to him too, and for some strange reason, all Puck wanted was to be with Kurt at that moment. When the countertenor hadn't answered his phone, a sinking feeling had settled within Puck and he just knew something was wrong.
Thinking about the pain he felt let him know that it's presence was still lingering. His shoulder throbbed then and he rubbed at it with a wince. As he pressed down on the accelerator, the pain in his leg throbbed again as well and made Puck grit his teeth.
"What's wrong?" Mercedes asked, seeing the pain Noah was in.
The mohawked teen just shrugged. "Sore shoulder that's all."
"I can fix you!" Brittany exclaimed, placing her hand over Noah's shoulder.
He winced and shrugged her hand off with a scowl. "Don't!"
Brittany frowned and sat back against the window in the back of the cab. "I was just trying to help!" she pouted.
Noah sighed. "I'm sorry" he apologized, unable to stay mad at the lovable cheerleader, "Thank you, but it's nothing."
"It's Kurt, isn't it? You're worried about him."
Puck chanced a quick look at the girl sat next to him. "Huh?"
She giggled. "I think it's totally sweet that you don't even care that Kurtie is a Vampyre. And you two are totally hot together, right Mercedes?"
Mercedes was giggling by now but nodded her head. "Yes Britt, Puck and Kurt do make an attractive couple."
The two girls began chatting to each other as Puck drove. He had gripped the steering wheel hard, his knuckles turning white at Brittany mentioning Kurt's being a Vampyre for the second time. Did she know? Surely Kurt hadn't told her.
"HEY!"
Puck swerved at Brittany's screech. "Damn it!" he glared at her.
"My house is that way!" Brittany said, taking the steering wheel and trying to steer the car around.
"Jesus woman! What the hell are you playing at?" Puck said angrily, taking the control of the wheel back from the girl.
"My house is that way" Brittany repeated, pointing behind them, "Kurt's there!"
"Sweetie, why would Kurt be at your house?" Mercedes asked gently.
Brittany was about to reply but a scream echoed through the cab and Noah slammed on the brakes of the truck, jerking everyone seated inside forward. Luckily their seatbelts caught them.
Puck was clutching his shoulder with the most horrified, painful look on his face and groaning in pain. Mercedes watched in distress as the teen unbuckled himself and jumped out of the truck. She followed him, as did Brittany.
"FUCK!" Puck yelled, sitting down on the road.
Mercedes ran towards her friend and crouched down next to him, unsure of what to do. Brittany sat down in front of Puck and grabbed his hands in hers. Puck tried to pulled away, but Brittany gripped tighter.
"Look into my eyes."
Gritting his teeth because of the unbearable pain in his right arm, Noah lifted his gaze to glare at the girl, but stopped and stared instead.
A feeling of calm radiated off of Brittany into Puck. He could still feel the pain in his right arm, but somehow it felt like it wasn't his. He just sat there as soothing feelings and safe emotions flooded from Brittany's mind into his own. The pain in his arm faded, only for his left leg to start stinging in pain. But again, Puck felt at ease and calm, looking into Brittany's captivating eyes.
Mercedes stood awkwardly watching as Noah and Brittany simply stared at each other, silent except for the crickets in the late night. Noah's light brown eyes were fixed on Brittany's blue ones, a serene look on both teenagers faces, unblinking.
A few minutes passed before Brittany finally blinked, followed by Puck. The two shook their heads and Puck looked around at his surroundings. "What the…huh?"
Brittany giggled and stood up, helping to pull Puck to his feet. "You ok?"
Puck just nodded, avoiding eye contact with the girl. Mercedes decided to let it drop and silently her and Noah climbed back into the truck. Brittany, however, danced her way back into the truck.
"So…" Mercedes started unsurely, "Where were we?"
"Going to my house!" Brittany announced.
Puck looked over at Mercedes, his face pale and just shrugged his shoulders. Starting up the engine again, Puck turned the car around and headed in the direction of Brittany's house. Thoughts of Kurt had disappeared, and all he could think was WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED!
"Noah, don't swear!"
-xOx-
We walked out into the night. I was working everything out in my head. Georgia was a Psionic, making her able to control and do things with her mind. Psionic's were thought to be the most powerful of all living creatures, supernatural or otherwise.
Georgia was also Brittany's mother. Brittany as in my friend Brittany, the ditzy cheerleader with the amazing dance moves and bubbly personality. That also meant that Brittany was a Psionic, too.
"It's not that hard to believe."
I turned to Blaine who ducked and slid into his drivers seat. I climbed into the passengers seat and buckled myself in. "What?"
"Brittany" he said, "That's actually the reason she's so…the way she is."
"What do you mean?" I was having trouble processing things.
Blaine laughed and turned to face me. "I've known this family all my life. Brittany is ditzy and comes off as clueless most of the time, but she's actually very powerful. I believe, and so does Georgia for that matter, that Brittany is one of the most powerful Psionic's in existence. That's also the reason why she is ditzy and comes off as clueless. A teenage girl being as powerful as her would do serious things to her brain."
I nodded vaguely. "So she's…brain damaged?"
"It kind of seems like that, doesn't it?" he said with a far-off look on his face, "But no. She's perfectly functional. It's just with powers like hers, it's bound to effect her."
"That's so sad" I whispered, thinking of all the times I had mocked the girl over the years before I knew her.
Blaine nodded his head. Suddenly headlights shone through from the back window and both Blaine and myself turned and shielded our eyes at the blinding light. The lights soon flickered off and as my eyes readjusted, I could make out a familiar truck.
I watched as Mercedes climbed out of the passengers side, followed by Brittany. My eyes widened when I saw a very angry looking Puck jump out of the drivers seat and run to the drivers seat of the car I was sitting in, towards Blaine.
Ripping open the door, Puck pulled Blaine out and slammed his back up against the car, holding him by the collar. "What the fuck did you do!"
I made it around to the other side of the car quickly, pulling Puck off of Blaine. "Noah! What the hell!"
Puck's grip on Blaine's shirt was tight and I could see that Blaine was getting angry at being held like that. Puck was angrier though, his face red and his teeth gritted together. "Answer me!" Noah yelled, slamming Blaine against the car again.
I looked over my shoulder at Mercedes who looked on in confusion and curiosity. I sighed and grabbed Noah's hand and dug my nails. He whimpered at the pain and I looked at him apologetically. "Let him go" I said softly.
With a huff, Noah released Blaine and Blaine straightened himself out. "This shirt is Armani" Blaine sneered, smoothing out the wrinkles around his collar.
"Shut it, hobbit!"
"Noah!" I growled.
Noah looked at me for the first time. His caramel colored eyes locked with mine and his face visibly relaxed and he pulled me into a hug. I hugged him back, realising in that moment that I really wanted a hug from him. I settled into the embrace and so did Noah.
Blaine's cough broke us apart, only because Noah looked at the shorter man and growled. "Mind if you explain to me why you went Neanderthal on me?" he asked Noah.
Noah made to attack Blaine again but I held his hands in mine tightly, keeping them at his side. "But yes" I said looking at my boyfriend, "What was that about?"
"Why didn't you answer your phone? What happened? Where have you been? Why are you at Brittany's? Did this nappy-head do anything to you?"
My mouth fell open at Puck's millions of questions. I looked at the sky and smiled at the stars. I hadn't realised how late it was. I hadn't counted on how worried everyone would have been. Of how worried Noah would be. "I'm sorry. But I can't say yet" I whispered, gesturing to Mercedes and Brittany behind me.
Noah nodded and pulled me into another hug. "Are you ok though? You're not hurt are you?" he asked concerned.
I blushed and smiled widely. "Noah Puckerman! Your concern is absolutely flattering. Thank you but yes, I'm fine now."
"It was my mom, wasn't it?" Brittany asked, stepping up to me and Noah, "You two are totally hot together. Want to have a threesome?"
I smiled at her, my new appreciation for her and her gifts allowing me to look passed her rude comment. "Yes Britt, your mom helped me. And no, we don't want a threesome."
"He's all mine" Noah said, eying Blaine evilly.
Blaine scratched at the back of his neck awkwardly. Noah smirked and kissed me on the cheek. Mercedes huffed. "What in all that is holy, is going on here?"
I turned to look at my best friend with a shy smile. "I'll explain later 'Cedes."
The diva just huffed louder, folding her arms across her chest. "And who's this?" she nodded her head towards Blaine.
I giggled remembering that I hadn't introduced them yet. "Mercedes, this is Blaine" her eyes widened as I grabbed her shoulder, "Blaine, meet Mercedes, my best friend, my female equivalent and fellow diva extraordinaire."
Blaine laughed and extended his hand to shake Mercedes' hand with. Mercedes stood up straight and quirked an eyebrow. "Mind telling me why Puckerman over here wanted to tear your head off?"
Blaine laughed dryly. "I'm afraid our wires must have been crossed somewhere, because I have no idea why he would do such thing. Alas, my dear" he smiled his charming smile, "It was lovely to finally meet you. Kurt has told me so much about you" and he pulled her hand up and kissed the back of it.
Noah scoffed and pulled me tighter. I rolled my eyes at Mercedes' girlish giggle and held onto Noah. "Such a gentleman" she complimented, batting her eyelashes.
"And gay."
I smacked Noah and he just smirked. Blaine nodded at Mercedes with a small smile. "Tis true."
"And Vampyre."
Noah, Blaine and myself all looked at Brittany who was bouncing on her feet, twirling a curl around her finger. I looked at Blaine who had a smile on his face then turned to Mercedes who just looked at Brittany with an amused but tired look on her face.
"I…" I said unsurely to Mercedes.
"She's been saying that since we left your house" Mercedes rolled her eyes, "Something about pale and soft skin. And you sparkle apparently" she laughed, "White-girl done gone and lost her mind."
Blaine quickly placed his hand on my arm before Noah could realise. I looked at him and he nodded that I had gotten away with my secret safely. "Well we should get back" I said.
Mercedes nodded eagerly. "Yes. It's damn cold out here. Aren't you freezing your little ass off?" she asked me, looking over me with disgust.
Noah let me go and looked down at me too, his eyebrows furrowing and he turned to growl at Blaine who just rolled his eyes. I looked down at myself and noticed my horrid appearance. My sleeves and pants had been cut off and my new leather jacket was torn with four claw marks ripped down the centre. I didn't have shoes either. "Oh hot damn."
"Oh hot mess is more like it" Mercedes scoffed and turned to walk back to the truck, "Hurry up. I'm hungry and tired. Wait, how are we getting back? Brittany are you coming back to Kurt's?"
My stomach rumbled at the mention of hunger and Noah looked at me sympathetically. Brittany shrugged and shook her head. "I'm home now. No use in going back. I'll ring Artie and tell him to save me some popcorn" and with that, she ran into her house and slammed the door.
I shook my head with a smile on my face until I turned to Noah. "So you gonna tell me what happened?"
Mercedes had climbed into the truck and was looking down at what I presumed was her phone. I looked at Noah. "I was attacked" I held my hands up when anger stretched across his face, "I'll tell you everything later. But, I need to eat soon. I'm gonna go with Blaine-"
"No way!" he insisted, "You can feed on me again."
"You fed off him?" Blaine asked, looking at me like I was crazy.
"Yes he did" Noah glared, "Got a problem with that?"
"Will you two just cut it out?" I exclaimed, rolling my eyes for the millionth time since their interaction, "Thank you Noah, but I can't. I could literally eat a horse. I might drain you."
"Yes. It's far too dangerous in his state" Blaine added.
Noah grabbed my hands. "I trust you."
I smiled and nodded. Blaine exhaled and patted my shoulder. "Be careful Kurt."
"He will. We will" Noah replied, pulling at my hand, "Bye Blake."
I pulled out of Noah's grasp and sent him to the car. He groaned but obliged and climbed into the truck. I turned around and walked towards Blaine. " Thank you" I said, pulling him into a hug.
Blaine hugged back and pulled away. "No problem. I'm sorry about today. The trauma you must have been in is unimaginable for someone as new as you."
I looked down at the ground. "Do you have any idea's as to why they attacked me? What they wanted? You've got that phone right?"
Blaine nodded. "I do have the phone, which will be a great help. But don't fret Kurt, I'm sure it was just a random attack. I'll look into it and we will find out what happened and why, but for now, go be with Noah. I can see he really does care for you."
"Ok. Call me if you find anything out?"
"No" Blaine laughed dryly, "I'll worry about everything. You just go home and rest. Come to my house tomorrow and collect your Navigator" he said. He paused for a while and sighed before carrying on. "You're extremely hungry. Noah trusts you and so do I. Just…be careful."
"I will" I pulled him into another hug, "Thank you again."
"What are makers for?" he laughed, running his hand through my hair.
"Will you hurry up!"
I glared at Mercedes as I walked towards the truck. Throwing a wave at Blaine as Mercedes climbed out to let me climb in the middle, Blaine waved at me and climbed into his own car.
Leaning into Noah's side, I sighed as we pulled out of Brittany's driveway. Mercedes ran her hand through my hair and rubbed my scalp gently. "You know you have to tell me everything right? I aint gonna leave it alone."
"I wouldn't dare think otherwise" I smiled and leant into the touch.
"So spill" she pushed.
I groaned and rested my head on Noah's shoulder. "When we get back. I have something I want to tell everyone."
Noah looked at me briefly with raised eyebrows. I smiled and nodded at his unasked question. Mercedes was happy with my answer and didn't probe any further for the rest of the drive.
I hadn't asked Blaine, or even mentioned it to him, but I was going to be honest with my friends. It was time for me to come clean about who I was. A feeling in my stomach and in my soul and in the dream told me it was time.
That feeling came back to me as we drove in silence. The dark night blanketed the area in front of our moving vehicle. A sort of sense of foreboding lurked outside, in every corner. Blaine may have tried to hide it from me, but I knew.
Something, or someone was after me.
-xOx-
A/N: You people are too kind! 150 alerts and counting, and over 55 reviews, only from 8 chapters? That's madness! Beautiful, overwhelming, AMAZING madness! Thank you so much for your support of this silly little story. I hope you like this chapter. I didn't include Emily like I had planned, but watch this space :P Also, I was wondering something. Should I switch to writing the rest of the story in third person only, instead of switching between first person with Kurt, to third person when it comes to other characters. Let me know what you think?
Coming Up: Kurt tells the Gleeks his secret. What is this 'dream' Kurt was talking about? And Emily makes her first appearance! Who is she and what does she want?
