Music Inspiration: Voodoo, by Adam Lambert from the fantasmagorical album For Your Entertainment.
Rating and Warning: M for mature adult stuff and language. **This piece has some trigger warnings required.** This has MxM mooshie stuff. Um! If you've been reading from the start, this story angle is getting better as my writing ability grows. And if you've just come on board, welcome. Reading this chapter, or any of my chapters is fine, but to understand lots of things, I really recommend you take your time reading and then go to chapter 1 and come forward. My writing was raw, and is getting much better. Blainey Bear with me! And the story is developing.
Ownership: I don't own Glee but I do own my imagination. I have my own copies of the mentioned movies and books, they're really, really good.
Dedication: For those scarred by emotional rubbish, life gets much better each day we are further away from the bullshit. As Mr CC said, It does get better. And if ever Mr CC could know this, his Halloween outfits are making me find him even more fun and really adorable.
I don't have any association with anyone for music or anything. I've purchased all that I listen to. And if you're gonna buy anything, please don't go down the pirate road. Worst thing to do. I don't ship pirates.

~ Converting Kurt E Hummel ~ Ch 15 Voodoo Healing cont. ~

Kurt and Miss Pillsbury turned the corner and walked straight into a stream of shoppers. The three hour bargain sales had started. Old women with shopping buggies, getting in early for Christmas, were just some of the annoying throng of people in their way.

Still they pushed against the tide to make their way to the shop door. The single door, that Sugar had seen Chandler come out of.

Kurt reaches into his pocket and pulls out a set of keys. He looks for the shiny green one, it's missing. Checks for the navy blue one, missing also. He looks at Miss Pillsbury, raising his pointer finger to indicate one more try. Looks for the dull silver one, with the word 'stupid' roughly engraved, bingo!

He wipes away the street dust from the key hole, and inserts said key. Turns it and the door fights to be opened. "There's only one handle, it's on the inside. This emergency exit isn't supposed to be for getting inside."

"Kurt, I've never heard of this 'emergency exit' system before. Why would you have this?"

"Oh we didn't install it. The previous owners of our house did it. Now I'm not name dropping here, can't stand people who do that. But, the previous owner was John Malcovich and he made this crazy movie and they needed a tunnel to go from point A to point B..." He opens the door, and the dusty atmosphere that greets them is difficult to see because there isn't much light coming from the tunnel. And the lighting from the street isn't strong enough to penetrate far.

The dry cold air stink is awful, pinching her nose Miss Pillsbury isn't looking forward to going in there. Her battle with O.C.D. was nearly beat, the medication was working fine. And the supply of self help books, that she actually had opened and read, were being applied as often as can be. And this was definitely an occasion for 'Feel the Fear and do it anyway'!

"There's a light switch in here, just wait while I get it." Kurt goes inside without any hesitation and the door shuts heavily behind him and with it, the necessary lighting. Miss Pillsbury is left in the street, full of shoppers all jostling one another. She's left standing like a missing child.

~ A... ~

Four steps inside and Kurt feels along the cold brick wall on the left. His hand brushes the edges of a spiders web, and the blinded spider rushes back up for safety. A deep clunk sounds then humms are heard as all the lights come to life, down the very, very long tunnel.

He watched the twenty lights come on, two second delay then the next set. He knows the drill, count to twenty then two, twelve more times. That's sufficient time to allow for a safe exit, to be well lit. Looking around the false shop room, he surveys for any problems Chandler might have created. "Nothing evident, except what's this?" A folded tiny piece of square paper sits bright against the dark dirty floor.

"What is this?" He reads it, scrunches it up and puts it in his pocket, for later.

{{Rough scribbles say: so that moment when you wake up bright as a button and early and it really is sleep in day but you can't sleep for the life of you and so you dreamily get up and turn on the 'puter and check it all out and your alarm goes off alongside your ears making you jump and you jump and then you wake up 'cause you'd fallen asleep and now you remember all that has to be done and you don't want to 'cause you fell asleep again and then the day goes by really fast and then you've lost your day and wish you'd been able to do so much more. I HATE THOSE DAYS!}}

The humm from the lights soothes, allowing positive memories to resurface. "Blaine, check this out! How fun to have our own escape tunnel. We could build tunnels between our houses. Ooh, do you think there are other tunnels, to other peoples places? And if there are, do you think they might ….." A very excited Kurt's imagination was running wild. "Kurt, I don't think there would be that many about. It's very unusual. Wait for me…." And Blaine watched on as Kurt ran through the tunnel, amazed that he wasn't scared. Kurt stops in mid freak out frame and turns back to Blaine. "This is going to be awesome at Halloween time!" Blaine strides up to him and with his arms around Kurt's waist holds him still. "That, …" a few kisses of kute acceptance "sounds like …" a passionate one with a deeper hug of You are mine! "….absolute fun!"

"You boys want to come back here now!" Burt called down the intercom. "Heck Kurt. You're Dad's not still pissed with me?"

Coming out from a memory flash, Kurt calls out "BLAINE!", he's sweating and shivering, then he hears Miss Pilsbury.

~ B… ~

"KURT! KURT!" Miss Pillsbury had been banging on the door and she was getting frantic now. Those hurrying, passed by her with worrying looks themselves. Some approached her but she hurried them on.

Opening the door Kurt finds her with very wide eyes of concern. Whiter than the ghosts of Halloween past. "Sorry Miss P. I got lost in thought. Come in, it's not that bad once you've been here a few times."

He holds her hand as she steps in. He closes the door and puts all the necessary barricades back in place. Turns to her and can see she needs a big Kurt hug. "O…k…ay, y..o..u can breathe again."

"Goodness, I hadn't realized I'd stopped." She smiles and giggles at the same time, jumping from his touch and hoping for no repeat of what happened earlier. "Wow, this really is amazing! So where to from here? How are you feeling? I have to keep remembering this is for you, what we're doing." Clapping her gloved hands together and blowing warmth, from nervous habit into them.

"Yes, yes, I'm fine. Surprisingly. I keep having flashbacks ..." he puts his head on an angle, "... of spending time with Blaine. But, I thinks that's kind of healthy right?"

"Yes, yes it's very healthy. As long as you're coping with whatever you're remembering. Are you coping Kurt?" She holds his hands, he pulls them back.

"I, really, don't want to talk about, it. Can we just go now?" each time he blinks he sees Miss P, blink then Blaine, blink then Chandler, blink Blaine, and finally blink and Miss P again. No, he really isn't coping, but he has to be brave and push through.

"Sure we can. Yes, of course. You lead the way Kurt." He grasps her hands. He's looking at Sugar before they got on the rollercoaster. As they turn toward the ride, it changes to the tunnel and he starts walking with a rush in his heart. As he increases their pace, the adrenalin pushes his back further up straightening his spine. And he can't get through the tunnel quick enough.

"Kurt, stop! STOP please?" They're running and he's pulling her quicker than her legs will allow. She trips and stumbles over, yanking him back.

He growls at her, "Stop being such a baby! Get up! Get up! " She looks up at a very upset Kurt. Demanding of her, actions she's not sure of. She raises her arm for protection as he reaches down, pulling her into his arms. "Sugar! This is no time for being afraid of a little ride. Damn you! You're going to make us late."

Little author notes from a cute little author: Um, don't be getting upset with me. This story is coming out all of it's own accord. And no, I won't be holding anyone to ransom. I always update as soon as it's written.
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