A/N: Here we go! Chapter is shorter than I wanted it to be (I'm hoping to start extending the chapter lengths but noooo, this one's SHORTER than normal) but I really wanted to end it where I did. And hehe, I'm happy, I got to write more of the nightmare! *evil grin* God, and people at my school think I'm happy-go-lucky-throwing-up-rainbows xD

Anyways, thanks again to my wonderful beta redrosegal, who keeps on reminding me to stop reading fanfictions and to start working on mine! I was home sick today, so I have nothing to do, and I'll do my best to try and get a second chapter written. If I can, though, I'm not going to upload it today. Redrosegal is going to be for for around 5 days, so I'll upload it during that time frame~ If I can't get it done, well then, sucks for all of you and you have to wait! MWAHAHAHAHA


A scream filled the chorus room, and both glee members covered their ears to block out the sound. Kurt's eyes widened in panic as he looked at the source of the scream, which had begun thrashing his arms around as he lay across a few chairs. Biting his lower lip, Kurt removed his hands from his ears, and knelt down beside Blaine again, rubbing his head.

"Shh, calm down Blaine, it's okay, please, just wake up, okay?" said Kurt, his voice soothing and gentle.

Blaine stopped screaming, but it seemed more like it was because he was out of breath than because he heard Kurt. He panted, struggling to take in each breath, and sweat had begun dripping down his forehead. His eyes were snapped shut, his entire body shaking. His limbs twitched on occasion, and even after he stopped screaming, small whimpers could still be heard escaping from his lips.

Mercedes looked at the boy, her eyes wide, and hand over her mouth. Sure, she'd seen someone having a rough sleep, but never before had she seen something like this. He reminded her of a frightened two year old cuddled up in his mother's arms.

After a few moments of Kurt comforting Blaine and Mercedes just standing of to the side, quite worried, a new entrance entered the room.

"Porcelain! I heard screaming, and it wasn't caused by me, so I am not happy. What the hell is going on in here?" Kurt looked up to see the one-and-only Sue Sylvester standing at the doorway to the chorus room, a sharp glare on her face.

"It's-… I... you see…" the countertenor had absolutely no explanation. He knew he couldn't lie to the Cheerio's coach (not because he trusted her, but because she completely and utterly frightened him at times) but he didn't really want to tell her the truth either.

"Blaine started screaming in his sleep," Mercedes whispered. Kurt let out a sigh of relief that his best friend was there to answer for him, and he proceeded to brush back the curly, sweat-soaked hair of the boy in front of him as he let out another whimper.

"Well, what in the devil's mind is he even doing here? School doesn't start for another hour, although, I suppose that the chorus room is a good place to sleep… boring, especially when it's filled with your atrocious glee club."

Rolling his eyes at her snide remark, Kurt answered. "We don't know, Mercedes just found him here when she came in for an early practice," he muttered, trying to shake Blaine awake to get some answers not only for Sue, but for himself and Mercedes.

Sue walked fully into the room now, and looked down at Blaine. She raised an eyebrow, and placed her hands on her hips before sighing.

"Kid's got a nasty black eye there." Her voice didn't have the usual harsh edge it normally had when she spoke to anyone. Instead, it sounded rather… curious.

"He told me it was from some jocks, but I'm not sure if I believe him…" was all Kurt had to reply with. He shook the boy in front of him again, causing another scream to come from him. Everyone jumped in surprise, and even Sue took a small step back, looking at the boy with wide eyes. Kurt hesitantly began shaking the boy's arm again, biting his lower lip before speaking.

"Blaine? Blaine, stop it, get up! Get-"


"-up!"

Blaine let out another bone-shattering scream as the shadow above him tugged harshly at his leg, pulling him far back into the tunnel. He was hardly able to hear the voice of Kurt calling him from who-knows where, telling him to get up. He was trying, he was, but he was in too much pain to truly move.

It was once again dark, but no longer pitch black. Torches lined the walls giving off some light, but Blaine very much wished that they didn't.

Everywhere seemed to be splattered in blood, but in his mind, that was nothing compared to the shadow pulling him around. It had now morphed to take on the shape of Blaine himself. If it lay on the ground behind Blaine, it truly could be his shadow.

That is, except for the face. The eyes were pure white, colorless ovals on its face, and its smile could frighten a ghost. It reminded Blaine of those smiles that a psycho murderer would use right before killing someone, which only frightened him more. Only, this was worse. The smile was similar to the eyes – it was solid white.

His leg ached, and he felt something gripping at his shoulder, only to see the shadow's face right above his own. The grin turned to a frown, which seemed to be just as frightening.

"Don't you want to be like me, Blaine?" it asked in the same voice it had used before. It seemed to haunt him as though there were thousands of voices behind that voice, the main one a high-pitched voice that sounded like one that would have had to have been edited to go that high. The shadow's head tilted to the side, and squeezed Blaine's shoulder tighter, nails digging into his skin.

Another scream was let out as he felt blood being drawn from his arm. When the grip released, he looked at his side to see his own blood mixing with the blood surrounding him. He let his head drop back down, panting, desperate for air, eyes closed.

Next time he opened them, he was in a white room. And when he said white, he really, really meant white. The furniture blended in all too much with the rest of the room. It felt far too two dimensional to be possible – the room was empty of shadows, which Blaine would have thought would have made him feel better. But it didn't.

It made him feel much more frightened.

Spotting a mirror on the other side of the room, Blaine bit his lip before getting up off the couch he had been sitting on, and hesitantly made his way over to see how much blood was plastered onto his body.

To his shock, there was none, but what was there was about one hundred times worse in his mind.

He had the appearance of the shadow that had been trying to rip him apart earlier. His body was an odd black that felt somehow darker than the color black should be. His eyes were oval-shaped, and looked frightened (it shocked him to see the eyes not hostile, evil looking, but it didn't really help matters much) and his mouth was turned down in a frown.

The white of his eyes and mouth seemed completely one hundred percent clear of color, and made him feel empty. Looking back at the room, it was still white. Holding up a shadowed hand in front of his face, he moved his fingers a bit, and watched as they moved to his command. That was the last bit of proof he needed to show that this was what he truly was.

He turned back towards the mirror, and gasped at what he saw. Blood was flooding out from his white mouth and eyes, and no matter what he tried, he couldn't stop the grin on his face. Inside, he was frowning, horrified, but his… body, if that's what you want to call it, seemed to be happy with the blood.

He let out a soft whisper before collapsing to the floor of the shadow-less, white room that was slowly being flooded crimson-red.

"Help."


"Help."

The soft whisper was heard by all three people in the room, causing them all to draw even more silent (if possible), and lean in towards the boy. He was shaking even more now, and letting out soft whimpers. Kurt stroked his hair back once again before looking at the group behind him, silently asking the question 'what do I do?' But no one had an answer.

"Porcelain, what on earth is going on here?" Sue finally spoke up, breaking the silence filled only by Blaine.

"I wish I knew, I really do…" Kurt mumbled, looking back at the boy in front of him. Slowly, the body before him began to stir, its eyes blinking forward. At first, Kurt was filled with relief that the boy was finally awake, but that was until he looked in his eyes.

They were horrified, blood-shot, and watery. Kurt gathered up the shorter boy into his arms, letting him cry on his shoulder. Sue looked around the room before walking out and mumbling something about it being 'such a waste of time to worry over kids', and Mercedes just stood off to the side, worry still clear in her eyes.

"You okay, Blaine?" whispered Kurt. Blaine nodded into the other boy's shoulder, letting out another chocked sob before picking his head up. He forced a fake smile on his face, whipping away the tears, and nodded. But Kurt didn't believe it one bit – he had used a mask to hide his true emotions before, and he could sure as hell tell that Blaine was using one now. Especially considering what he had just seen.

"Blaine, you can talk to us, please," begged Mercedes, walking over and kneeling down by the two. Blaine tried to back away from the two, but only succeeded in pushing back the chair was sitting in a few inches before it crashed into another. Panicking, he stood up on the chair, and ran onto the next few, jumping off when he was a foot or so away from both Kurt and Mercedes, and ran out of the room.

Kurt looked at Mercedes, and the two nodded before jumping up off the floor before nodding and running after him, splitting up to cover more grounds.


Blaine had taken refuge on the other side of the school in a small space between a group of lockers, and a wall. He was curled up tightly in order to fit and clutched onto his knees like they were a life support.

He had run out of the chorus room about ten minutes prior, and had immediately dashed as far away from the group as he could. He didn't want to – no, couldn't – answer the questions that they obviously wanted to ask him. He just couldn't bring himself to speak, let alone speak about something that frightened him so much.

Blaine had always had a fear of slipping away from people's lives, and being forgotten. There were always questions prodding the back of his mind when he was speaking to someone, like 'will they even remember who I am tomorrow?' and 'do they even want to be here with me?'

To say he had low self-esteem would be an understatement. Blaine never thought highly of himself, and always felt like he deserved every unfortunate thing thrown his way. Every time his parents didn't notice a new bruise or cut, something in the back of his mind would just tell him that he deserved parents who didn't care for their son. That he deserved to be beat up and ridiculed every day of his life.

And he listened to every word that voice said.

After all, what else did he have to believe? There was never anyone in his life that made him feel special, made him feel worth something. So, he didn't. He didn't feel worth anything. He thought that just maybe starting over at a new place would help. And at first, it had. He made good friends with Kurt, and for some time, Kurt made him feel important.

But now he was scared that Kurt would forget about him too.

'In the dream, Kurt had been calling from the light. That meant he cared, right?' Blaine tried to convince himself. But there was a nagging voice in his head telling him otherwise.

'No, if he cared, he wouldn't have been on the sidelines. He would have gone and helped you.'

Blaine shook his head, holding back the tears that threatened to fall.

'No, no, it was just a dream. It didn't mean anything. Nothing. It was Just. A. Dream.' And with that in mind, Blaine plastered on his best fake-smile, and made his way towards the Chorus room, hoping Kurt and Mercedes would still be there.


Kurt sighed, having now checked a majority of the west wing of the school. He pulled out his phone to check for a text from Mercedes.

Nothing.

Sighing, he sent one to her, only to receive a reply within seconds.

'Find him? –K'

'No. Guessin u didnt ethr, WB? – M'

'No, I'm going to go check the Chorus Room again. Maybe he came back? Meet me there. – K'

Kurt walked back to the chorus room, head hung low. What had scarred Blaine so much that he couldn't tell anyone? He was interrupted from his brainstorming when he crashed into someone, and stumbled backwards.

Looking up, he saw he had accidentally knocked the boy he'd been looking for over, and he was laying on the ground letting out a small laugh. Kurt smiled, and walked over to him, holding out a hand.

"You okay, Blaine?" he asked, hoping that he knew that he meant more than just the falling over part. Blaine nodded, and grabbed onto Kurt's hand, pulling himself up. Kurt let out a sigh before pulling out his phone.

"You know, you got us quite freaked out when you just ran out of there when you woke up," he said, sending a text message to Mercedes saying he found him. He looked back up, and saw Blaine's smile flicker away for a second, replaced again before he could even tell if he really saw anything. "You sure everything's okay?"

Blaine merely nodded again, before turning into the chorus room. Kurt raised an eyebrow and fallowed him, watching as Blaine picked up his school bag from underneath a chair, and fixed the seating that he had ruined when he ran.

"You know, Blaine, I really think you should join Glee club," Kurt suggested, not even realizing what he said until he said it. When Blaine turned to him, an eyebrow raised, Kurt continued. "It's just- well, I just think it would be a good place for you. It's a place for people who feel alone, unwanted, the underdogs of McKinley if you please. I think you'd have fun there." He smiled as he said this, and walked over to the shorter boy, pulling him into a hug.

"It will help you fit in, feel wanted."

And how exactly could Blaine say no to that?


A/N: Soo much trouble writing the end of this chapter. I had no idea what to do, so it's really kinda odd. Sorry 'bout that. But it's really easy to loose your train of thought when you're sneezing your brains out and coughing your guts up. Stupid strep D: But, anyways, I shall go get to work on getting chapter 12 done!

And in case you were wondering, the white room in Blaine's dream will play a role in the story later. Not sure WHEN, but it will.*terrible, un-planned author*

redrosegal - Pfft, if my friends saw you calling me sweat they'd think you were CRAZY xD THey all think I'm some psycho maniac who escaped from jail or something like that xD Although, I am much more mellow then they are... sometimes.

Maiqu - not really, more of (as this chapter says) his fears of being forgotten. Remember how he says he felt like a shadow? Thus the shadow. And then it's all bloody because I secretly enjoy writing stuff like that. And I had no idea what to do and such.

Rholou - yes they can! They are maaaagical people! :D

TonyJ - thanks, that was DEFINITELY my favorite part to write xD

Thanks again to anyone who reads and reviews :D I love you all! *supermegahugs for all my supermegafoxyawesomehot readers* ... *and an extra one for redrosegal for bein' extra awesomesauce*
~Joshua