A/N: I still don't own glee. I still wish I did. Please Review!
Chapter 13: The Usual Haunts
I walked back to Dr. Lang's office trying to keep my anger in check. I really wanted to punch him in the face for what he did to me. I guess a nurse must have noticed me, because next thing I knew, I was walking right next to one.
"Hey, are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm just a little upset."
"Why is that?"
"Dr. Lang told one of my friends about my cancer."
"That's rough, but it'll get better."
"How do you know?"
"I had cancer a few years ago; the worst part was telling people. But, once you do, it's completely worth it. You can't do it all alone."
"Thanks. I'm Kristy."
"I'm Jamie. It's great to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too. I think I've reached my destination, but hopefully I'll talk to you soon?"
"Yeah, definitely."
I avoided mentioning the incident to Dr. Lang. I didn't want him to feel like an ass (even if he was). I also didn't want him to be distracted while he was treating me. I didn't want any mistakes, even if I was going to die anyway.
I spent the next week trying to make sure Rachel didn't talk, and making sure I did as much as possible with her. Halloween was a few days away and of course, Rachel wanted to make plans. She approached me two days before Halloween with all of "our" plans made out.
"Kristy! I have a genius idea. You're going to love it. Are you free on Halloween?"
"Yes…" I said hesitantly; I had a bad feeling about Rachel's idea.
"Perfect. I think the Glee Club needs some inspiration."
"For?"
"For original songs of course!"
"And Halloween fits into this… how?"
"We're going to go to a haunted house!"
I raised my eyebrows. I was pretty sure no one but Rachel could make that connection.
"Well you see Kristy; this is a special haunted house. There are spirits from every walk of life. There are love stories to be found, and maybe some sad songs. You know the ones that create a lot of emotion."
"Alright, well I guess we could try."
"Perfect! Let's get the whole Glee Club to go!"
"Umm, ok then…"
So, I ended up in a haunted house with the entire Glee Club on Halloween. I'm still trying to figure out how we all managed to end up there. I wasn't sure what Rachel sadi, but it must have worked.
Surprisingly, it was deserted on Halloween and we ended up alone there for the night with an old tour guide who really didn't seem to know what was going on. It was not very reassuring.
I noticed that Kurt seemed kind of down. I was sure he was still thinking about Blaine. I hoped Blaine was ok. I hadn't thought about him much in the past few days because I was so busy worrying about Rachel blabbing her mouth off. Of course, she had been doing that anyway, just not about the cancer.
"Rachel what the hell are we doing here?" Sam said.
"Sam, we are here to get inspiration for our music."
"In a haunted house? Are you kidding me?" Puck added.
"No! There are some fantastic stories to be found here!"
"Rachel, nuh uh. Hell to the no. I'm not here just for songs. If we're here we are getting the haunts too. Let's go find them," Mercedes said loudly.
"Mercedes c'mon! We have to do the songs."
"I'm with Mercedes on this one Rachel. I just don't see how we're supposed to write songs about ghosts." Sam said.
"Fine, you all do what you want! Don't blame me when we don't have any songs for Regionals!"
We all watched as Rachel stormed out of the house. Personally, I didn't like that she was out there alone, at a haunted house; which was why I followed her. I couldn't believe she would go out there alone.
By the time I got to the porch of the house (really it was a shabby mansion), Rachel was out of sight. Frantically, I looked around the front of the property. I walked out to the sidewalk and I still couldn't see her. That's when I began to worry. Then, I heard the screams.
"Rachel! Rachel! C'mon! Where are you?"
All I got was screaming. I thought the screams were coming from the left, so I headed towards that side of the house. Soon, the screams stopped. I cursed this house for being so huge. It was making my life so much harder. When I could finally see to the back yard, I saw Rachel on the ground.
I can't remember running faster than I did at that moment. I screamed as loud as I could for the Glee Club. I tried saying their names so that they wouldn't think it was the ghosts. I don't think it sunk in. No one came to Rachel's rescue. By the time I got to her, she was barely conscious. She was moving her head around and she would open her eyes every once in awhile. When she finally saw me she said,
"Kristy… bewares. This place is cursed. Watch out!"
I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head. And then there was nothing.
Wes was out of ideas. Blaine was a lost cause. He and David had stayed with Blaine for as long as they could. They had planned a double date that night, and their girlfriends were waiting. Wes hated to leave Blaine in such a horrible place, but there was nothing they could do. Wes would have to talk to the Warblers' in the morning. They needed to help Blaine.
Blaine was glad to be alone. He couldn't take the constant attention and talking anymore. He just wanted Kurt. Blaine spent the next few hours just staring at the walls. He sat in a corner in his room. He wanted to cry, but he just didn't have any tears left.
As usual, his parents didn't notice. They were busy with their conference calls, and their business deals. His mother worked for a huge fashion firm in New York, so she was hardly ever there. She was constantly speaking French with her clients and talking to people from all around the world. His father had never understood Blaine. He didn't work nearly as much, but he had never been able to find something he could do with Blaine. He worked for a huge steel company. He wasn't into any music and he was just not into anything Blaine was. Blaine was sure his father tried to understand, but he had just given up as they had gotten farther and farther apart.
Soon, Blaine began to think about the life ahead of him. But, he couldn't think of any life without Kurt in it.
A/N Sorry I haven't posted in forever! I've been really busy and I went through a patch of writer's block.
