Chapter 10- The Kingdom Where Nobody Dies

Kurt opened his eyes to scene of bright lights. He hadn't expected to feel this sensation again, pure white light flooding into his vision. He saw people crowded around him, looking at him in a peculiar manner.

Logic told him that he was in Heaven (or Hell) with people in packs, looking at the newest addition to the afterlife of the dead. The first face he made out was Brittany, obviously. She was the only person that he was with when he died so she would of course be with him. He looked around, trying to stamp on the vines of hope that had coiled around him when he thought of seeing his mother again. The fact that Brittany was there clued him in that he was in Heaven, so his mother would surely be there too. Wasn't there somebody to inform deceased relatives when their family joined them at the big tea party in the sky?

"Brittany." He said simply. "Thank God you're here."

Brittany frowned back at him, confusing him dearly. The other faces were slowly becoming more detailed and he easily spotted the features of the person he was most conscious about leaving behind.

Sam.

But wait. If he was dead...surely not. Sam would not have killed himself in order to be with Kurt. He had has parents, Stevie and Stacy, his school friends. Kurt was not a priority compared to them.

"Sammy. Why are you here?"

"Um, Kurt are you okay? Do you know where you are?" Kurt's eyelids were slightly heavy, but he was sure that there was no reason for such concern.

"What's wrong with him?" A familiar raspy voice sounded from behind Sam and Brittany.

"Santana?"

"Who else, Fairy Cake? Were you expecting somebody else?" She questioned, half serious.

"How did you die?"

Santana froze in shock. "What the fuck are you talking about, Rainbow?"

Kurt blinked, appraising his surroundings more carefully.

"Oh my God." He whispered.

He was on the school bus that was taking them to Regionals. Sam was sat next to him and the entire club had gathered around him for some odd reason. Either this was a very cruel death manipulation vision or the nightmarish bloodbath world had never happened. Kurt was foolishly betting on the latter.

Then it clicked.

"Shit. Holy shit. No. MOVE." Kurt commanded. Gathering control of his senses, Kurt dashed to the front of the bus, confronting the driver, who was indeed back on his station.

"Let us off. Right now. I don't want any arguments just LET US OFF THE FUCKING BUS." The bus driver paled.

"No, sorry. School orders. We're already running late. You need to get to Regionals."

"Kurt, what's happening?" Mr Schuester consulted him.

"Mr Schue, we need to get off the bus. You probably think I'm crazy and there's good reason for that but you have to trust me. I...sometimes have premonitions and weird feelings when bad things are about to happen. I had one and then all of a sudden the bus crashed but we were stuck in this strange world where nightmares came true and...some people died. Now I'm back here and it's going to happen. It was a premonition I'm telling you."

"Dude, what have you been smoking. I want what you're on."

Kurt glared at Noah.

"This is no time for joking around, Noah, this is serious. Please. Trust me." Kurt made his way to Sam.

"Sam. Have you ever had a nightmare about me being attacked and held at gunpoint while you're trying your best to reach me but then they shoot me anyway?"

"That's creepy, that's exactly the dream I had last night. It was horrible. Kurt, I believe you, you know that. Mr Schue, if Kurt says we're in danger, we need to leave."

Mr Schue began to chat with the bus driver.

"Quinn, I'm sorry. Beth was there. I'm not going to replay the details, but it wasn't nice. Rachel, yours was...less dramatic but still frightening for you. You forgot the words to your solo at Regionals and lost the competition and everyone was disappointed."

"Now I know you're right. I dreamed that last night. But I would never forget these words. We'll win."

"We're not going to even make the competition if we stay on this bus." Kurt turned to the driver and Mr Schuester.

"I swear to God I will punch you so hard in the face that your nose will break if you don't let us off the bus." Kurt said in a low growl.

"Kid, I'm doing what I'm paid to do."

"You don't understand."

"The hell I don't. You're a psychotic teenager having a drug withdrawal. Yeah, I used to be you, kid."

"THAT IS NOT WHAT THIS IS. WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE IF YOU KEEP DRIVING." Suddenly, Sam was at his side, clutching his hand for support.

Kurt looked out of the window and noticed the last thing that he saw in his premonition on the bus. The sign. That was it. The end was coming.

Kurt growled and firmly squeezed Sam's hand.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Kurt. Always and forever."

"Don't forget me." Sam nodded, seeming to understand from Kurt's meticulously formed expressions that there was no way back and they would all die, reliving their nightmares until they were all gone.

"I'll never forget you. You're my world."

Kurt looked to Santana, Brittany and Quinn, as well as the entire group.

"Well, I did everything I could but it looks like we're doomed. I love you all. You gave me a place to go when I felt like I didn't belong. You gave me friendship and compassion. I found friends and I found romance in Glee Club. I'm sincerely grateful for everything you've all given me, even my plethora of headaches from you, Rachel." Kurt chuckled dryly.

Everybody hugged each other, finally believing Kurt's story and sharing one last look.

Kurt caught Brittany's eye, then Santana's and then Quinn's.

"I love all three of you."

"Kurt, the afterlife is going to keep us apart. We're partners in perdition, remember?" Santana laughed, as did everybody.

Sam kissed Kurt's lips passionately. "You ready?" The former asked.

"No."

"Me neither."

BAM.

Author's Note: Firstly, I have immensely enjoyed writing this. Secondly, thank you to everybody who has followed, favourited and reviewed this story/author and a shoutout to anybody who might in the future. As always, if you think of any possibly sequel ideas, hmu and I'll consider writing them! If not, look forward to the completed work of Beastly in the future. That is my next project to complete. If you haven't read it, the first three chapters are up now.

Chapter name is taken from the first track on the Twilight: Breaking Dawn Part 2 Score Album or some title like that ;) Those films have an amazing soundtrack and score.