I'll be truthfully honest; I'm running low on steam with this story. However thank you all for reviewing and those of you who've stuck with me through it, I will finish for you. I'm spicing this one up a bit. There will be major creepy goodness again thank you and enjoy. BETA still MIA. All mistakes are mine. Don't own glee or red hot chilli peppers... Beta having computer issues, all mistakes are mine. :-D

Chapter 12

Monsters

Oh the city of El Pueblo de la Reina de Los Angeles. There was a magical feeling to the city, despite the crime, filthy streets, and overly disturbing people who crowded her once beautiful, grand lanes. Beneath it all, through all its faults, Puck and the Monster could see the grandeur of what she should have been. This was where dreams were made, destroyed and then reborn. She had the prestige of New York, with out the flash, the history of Philadelphia with out the significance. Music, Art, fine foods, and beautiful people surrounded him. Let us not forget about the clothing stores, in which he was certain his dear sweet Kurt spent hours just simply touching the fabric, feeling the souls of the creators.

This city moved under his feet. People had become so use to it that they didn't feel it, but there were vibrations that could shake a man to his core. He would stop on his little quest as he walked from street to street. It was a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time. It was an understanding that the city knew as well as he did. This vibration was hope.

He was certain the city was aware of his presents, of why he had come, and was guiding him like any true friend would do. He was never one for the Red Hot Chilly Peppers, but their song, written for the city was stuck in his head. He was singing the surprisingly beautiful yet haunting lyrics of a song written when he was simply a young boy. His guitar strapped to his back, along with bag. He passed for a standard young man looking to make it big. Oh, but they couldn't, wouldn't understand how deep his dreams truly went.

He had hours to kill before the little get together Kurt would be attending. He had time to explore around the grand hotel in which it was been held, he felt slightly out of place, just enough money he had for a one night stay. He had arrived in L.A. with just over a thousand dollars, which were more then enough for what he was hoping to accomplish.

He was of course amazed at this hotels luxury and decadence. From the beautiful white marble, golden hanging chandeliers, gold trimming, and posh employees seemed to add to atmosphere. Of course it was none other the very same hotel that Pretty woman was filmed in, one of Kurt's favorites. The people ran around the hotel like frantic demons waiting for the arrival of there Dark Lord. A truly silly notion that was, in Puck's mind.

He could hear the manager yelling at bellhops, receptionist and cooks, or chefs. It didn't really matter. Despite the granger of the hotel, he knew he couldn't stay there long, no, it was too illuminated for what he needed. The whole block it seemed was going to be covered in light. Though he found a dark corner (or it would be when the sun set) that he could pull himself into. No one could see him, but he would be able to see every one. He had no fear of any one accosting him in the night. The hotel was going to be to well covered, too protected by the police. As anxious as he and the Monster were to get to Kurt this was just their re-introduction to him. Let Kurt see them, just a glimpse. Let the love that he felt for Puck suddenly ignite, so that it might consume him. The idealistic thoughts of Kurt running and jumping in to his arms, gave Puck ample time to wait. In fact, he sat in that corner for hours, strumming on his guitar. He was lost in thought of the love of his life, the meaning of death, running to him and kissing him hungrily. Feeling Kurt's soft lips and strong arms wrapping around him would fill that wholly empty void in Puck's life. Kurt would do that. Maybe not that night, but he would do it soon.

As silly as it was, as stupid as it was, Puck had become lost in the music, the thoughts of the beautiful young man whom he had been dreaming of for the better part of a decade, had so clouded his thoughts that the only thing that pulled him from it was the sounds of change falling in to his guitar case, or the strange burning sensation coming from his now un callused finger tips.

What ever broke the beautiful thought he was having was nothing compared to the sheer shock of who stood before him. The Monster screamed in his head and began dancing in his mind like a small child on Christmas day.

"Hello Puck." The sound hit his ears as if an angel were singing to him. He had waited for this moment for he didn't know how long, he had found all the right words, but now he could think of nothing. He was suddenly lost in the Mediterranean eyes of his destiny.

Though something was wrong, something wasn't right. It was how well defined the face had become, how he looked more like a man now then a boy, it wasn't that he also seemed a few inches taller. Now his face, it was bruised, the eyes, those beautiful eyes were blackened. As Puck's initial shock wore off, as the realization that eternity was coming, that his beloved had been hurt, sent him back to reality quickly. Had Kurt not been standing before him, he would have panicked thinking that he had been gone in his own little world for days, would have sent him scurrying to people to see what day it was.

He laid the guitar on the ground and slowly stood. Kurt taking a few steps back from him. Like a dog would do when faced with a new person that it wasn't sure about. There was fear in those beautiful eyes.

"They told me you were released, that you're better."

"I'm the way I should be." Puck said. His voice was matching the beating of his heart as he spoke. To him it sounded like a demonic drum line, beating, thudding against his own ears and body. His voice seemed to echo.

"I don't believe you. You're lying to me again. You have to go back to James. You can't do this." Kurt spoke fundamentally. As if he was peering in to Puck's soul, searching deep. The boy was connected to him most defiantly, and in a most terrifying way. This was not the Kurt he remembered. The look, the voice was the same, but he was so different. This couldn't have been the boy he was in love with.

"I don't want to go back. I want to be with you forever."

"Puck you know that you can't be here. You know that it's wrong. Go back. Please."

The Monster felt it too. This wasn't Kurt. This wasn't, it couldn't be. He was too different. He was expecting changes but nothing like this. Not the strength that was not Kurt's own. It was like he was looking to the past of some one else. Almost a mirror reflection of Kurt, as if he were from a different time or universe. This wasn't Kurt. This couldn't be Kurt.

"I can't go back. I need to stay with you. You love me."

"No, I don't. I despise you Puck. I hate you! Leave go back to James!"

"No."

It was in this moment that Kurt scowled. His beautiful, lovely face contorted in to rage. Puck felt the sheering pain which came with the look. Like he had felt… like Noah had felt… Like they had felt when he was at the store. It started at the base of his neck like before. His eyes watered and he was certain that he was going to scream out in pain, but the Monster reacted this time. The Monster howled in pain, then began to fade into the distance. Becoming a quite roar, terrified as it seemed to dissipate in to the cold reassess of Puck's mind.

"Please Puck; go back to James, to Aries. They will help. They care about you, so much more then I ever will."

That dreadful pain, all consuming, burning, pain just continued to grow. Puck would have fallen to his knees like an angel in prayer had he not thought that Kurt would find it weak, that he would laugh at him. The pain as powerful and unforgiving as it was would not bring Puck to his knees. Not in front of Kurt who needed to believe that Puck was strong enough to protect him from whatever horrors may lay in eternity. His love was stronger then the pain and always would be.

"Go back to the institution Puck! Go back and tell them you're sick. They will help you!"

"I'm not sick! I love you!"

"You're a plague Puck! You're going to kill me! You're sick!"

The word Plague resonated in his mind. It resonated so much that the pain stopped growing.

"What did you say?"

"You're sick Puck." Kurt's eyes were now showing sympathy and compassion. They were not his eyes though. They were wrong. A joyful scream directed Puck's attention back to the hotel. This was so wrong, it wasn't like this. He saw Kurt getting out of a limo, the man from the magazines was with him. The delicate hands, the slightly stronger arms, the un mistakable elegance of Kurt was there. That was the boy he loved, that was the true Kurt. There was a sudden realization, which allowed the Monster, his ally to now be at the forefront of his brain. It was another demon apparently. Yet another test from the powers that be. How could they be so stupid as to think that he wouldn't know his true love, that he would do as it said and run back to that hell hole that for so long he though of as home. They were stupid. He knew better now. They almost had him, but he knew better.

"You're not Kurt. YOU"RE NOT KURT!"

The thing in front of him squared its shoulders and glared menacingly at Puck. Oh that was a challenge if Puck had ever seen one, but before he could react, before he could let the Monster take its control of his body and to destroy the thing in front of him it vanished, in a way that made the Monster jump back in fear, one that made Puck whimper.

The eyes sunk in to its face, the bright red cheeks turned grey, the color of a decomposing body, because that's what it was doing. It was a revelation, the finale act of what ever was trying to stop him. It was showing what Kurt would look like in his coffin, no doubt the most extravagant coffin, but none the less it struck fear to the very core of Puck. Then just as quickly as it delicate bones could be seen, the ragged cloths, the long un kept hair, it fell to ashes at his feet, and then they too disappeared.

He was shuttering, his whole body tingled as the unforgiving pain vanished from his body, the Monster seemed nearly exhausted as it could merely whisper Kurt's name. He was on his hands and knees now. The image of that beautiful face decomposing in front of him would not leave his mind no matter how hard he tried, but he knew he would never see that, he knew that it would happen, but that was just the shell of what Kurt was. What he truly was, the bright light of warmth, love and compassion was inside him. The true Kurt, the real Kurt would be more beautiful in eternity, which was the only thing that made Puck stand up. What ever the thing was had ruined the first sight of Kurt in 6 years, but it couldn't stop the second one. The one were Kurt would be able to see him, and that… That was worth waiting in the warm L.A. air for the party to end.