Haunted Life Chapter 7, a glee fanfic

Media: Fanfic

Author: Agent_girlsname

Title: Haunted Life: Chapter 7

Rating: PG13

Summary:

Blaine Anderson has a secret, he can see dead people. It isn't as readily accepted as the movies would have you believe and he has to leave two different schools because of the bullying.

As he attends William McKinley High he resolves to completely ignore the ghosts, hoping they will leave him alone, however the ghost of Kurt Hummel isn't so easy to ignore.

But Kurt isn't dead; he's in a coma after being attacked and needs Blaine to help him catch who did it, Blaine just needs someone to believe in him

'Gregory Ince, quarterback for the Eastville High Rangers, in his junior year, and quite cute too, for a jock.' Blaine said, reading back over their notes for the next ghost they were hunting. It was early on a Sunday morning and he and Kurt were seated in the bleachers at Eastville high school watching the football team get put through their paces.

Sure it wasn't the football season anymore, and it was the weekend, but apparently that didn't deter the coach. According to the school website Blaine had looked at the football team were required to attend four training sessions a week all year round, anyone who didn't turn up was cut from the team. It seemed a bit drastic, but after Blaine read through the list of games they had one, trophies they boasted and their stats he thought maybe the coach was onto something.

In fact it was at Sunday morning practice where Gregory was murdered. Apparently he had turned up early to train on his own, but when the rest of the team showed up they found him dead in the changing rooms.

Practice was still held on Sundays mornings though, but Blaine had passed a memorial plaque on his way to the stands and judging by the graffiti adoring the wall Gregory was obviously very well loved by the people at the school.

It was a dull grey morning and even though the temperature wasn't particularly low Blaine found himself wrapping his jacket tighter around himself.

'Do you think he'll be here?' Kurt asked, his eyes scanning the players on the field being put through their paces. There were a few other people seated in the stands, parents, friends and girlfriends of the people training Kurt assumed, so they didn't stand out.

'Possibly, I mean he obviously took training very seriously, maybe even after he died he still comes to practice?' Blaine shrugged. He was determined to stay positive this time.

'Well I can't see anyone.' Kurt sighed. 'But then I couldn't see my Mom, or any of the other ghosts in the school. You said there was one in Spanish class?'

'Yeah, a man hanging in the corner.' Blaine replied with a shudder. That particular ghost didn't move or say anything, he just hung in the corner, gently swaying to and fro, but Blaine couldn't take his eyes off of him for most of the lessons he was in there.

'I've never seen him, and I've spent hours in that classroom yelling at Mr. Schu.' Kurt said, his eyes still fixed on the players on the field. Blaine stared at him.

'Ok. Why are you shouting at Mr Schu?' Blaine asked. Kurt turned to face him and from the look on his face he had just registered how odd that must have sounded.

'Well... I mean I know he can't hear me but I was hoping if I shouted at him enough he might get some sort of subliminal message and stop wearing so many of those awful sweater vests.' Kurt said sheepishly.

Blaine bit his lip to keep himself from laughing loudly; keeping in mind the fact that he looked as though he was sitting on his own.

'Well judging by what he was wearing last week it seems to be having a reverse effect on him.' Blaine chuckled.

They sat in silence for the next couple of minutes watching the players practicing. Blaine winced as one of the players fumbled an easy pass. The coach came on to the field shouting at the player who looked a bit terrified.

But the coach wasn't the only one yelling at the boy; Blaine's attention was caught by one of the players that had been sitting on the bench for the entire practice. He had assumed that he was one of the coach's assistants taking notes on the other players but now he was out of his seat and screaming towards the field, echoing the coaches yells.

The other people on the bench weren't taking any notice of him but that didn't mean anything, maybe they were just used to him the way the students at McKinley were used to Coach Sue. But Blaine watched as he stomped on the grass and made to kick a helmet lying on the ground. His foot went straight though it.

'Did you see that?' Kurt exclaimed excitedly. Blaine nodded, exuberance rising in his chest at the thought they may have found Gregory already after yesterday's disaster. As he turned around to glare at the other people on the bench Blaine could see his face. His heart leapt into his chest as he recognized Gregory from his picture in the news reports.

'Wait, do you see him?' Blaine frowned; after all they had assumed Kurt couldn't see other ghosts.

'Uh yeah.' Kurt said looking as confused as Blaine felt. After a moment he shrugged. 'Well we've already admitted we have no idea how this thing works.'

'Ok, now we just need to wait till practice is over and speak to him.' Blaine said, a smile creeping onto his face. They might actually start getting somewhere with this!

'Why wait?' Kurt said, getting up and walking down to the pitch and walking over to Gregory who had calmed down enough now to sit back down on the bench. Blaine couldn't hear what was being said between Kurt and Gregory but as Kurt began to talk Greg cut him off sharply, making a few wild hand gestures before turning back to watch the players. Kurt crossed his arms and huffed before disappearing from view.

He reappeared instantly at Blaine's side making him jump.

'How do you do that?' Blaine mumbled, trying to hide the fact that he was talking to himself now that a couple had sat down a few rows above him.

'I'm not sure really. Anyway Greg obviously doesn't want to be disturbed, he told me to go away and let him watch the game. We might have to wait till they're done.' Kurt grumbled.

The practice lasted another forty five minutes and before the coach blasted the whistle, sending the players off to the changing rooms.

Blaine stood up and stretched out the stretched the stiffness out of his muscles, making his way down to the emptying pitch.

'He's gone.' Blaine whispered as Kurt joined him at his side. His stomach clenched uneasily, unable to shake off the dread that he might not come back and they would have lost their only lead so far.

Kurt sighed. 'Ok, you go wait by your car, I'll see if he's gone inside somewhere. He might be yelling at the players in the changing rooms.'

'Alright, I'll see you in a minute.' Blaine said quietly, making his way back to his car. He sat down on the grass by the parking lot and started to play a game on his phone. It was another ten minutes until Kurt came back to him, strolling across the parking lot, alone.

'Didn't you find him?' Blaine asked, he was hidden from sight behind his car so it didn't matter that he was talking to himself.

'Oh I found him! He was watching the girls track team getting changed.' Kurt said disdainfully. He shook his head and noticed Blaine was smirking at him. 'What?'

'Oh come on, you've never been tempted sneak in to the boys locker room?' He grinned. Kurt practically shook with indignity.

'No I have not!' He said sternly. 'That's such an abuse of privacy! And most of the guys on the sports teams have thrown me in the dumpster at some point so I don't really have any desire to see any of them naked.'

'Oh come one.' Blaine laughed, enjoying the way Kurt was squirming.

'Once ok. Who wouldn't if they suddenly became invisible to everyone! It was such a letdown.' Kurt couldn't help but grin at the way Blaine was almost howling with laughter at his response.

'Very true.' Blaine said as he calmed down. 'Tell me, does Puck have bragging rights on his 'Puckzilla'?'

Kurt scoffed. 'No more than any other guy I'd say. Although after seeing what he classes as a thorough wash I wouldn't like to investigate any further.'

Any further conversation was halted as Gregory joined them, sitting down and looking between Kurt and Blaine.

'Ok then, what's all this about?' He said. 'How can you see me?'

'Hi, I'm Blaine and this is Kurt. I can see dead people.' Blaine said simply. 'Kurt is in a coma in a hospital in Ohio. We think he was attacked by the same person who killed you and we think that finding him might get Kurt back in to his body.'

'And of course then that person can be punished for what he did to you.' Kurt added.

'And how's that supposed to work?' Gregory scoffed. 'I tell you who did it and you're magically back in your body? That's stupid.'

Kurt bristled at Gregory's tone.

'It's worth a try.' He said through gritted teeth. 'There's not exactly a guide book on how to go about situations like this is there? The only legitimate answer we ever seem to find is that the 'wandering spirit' needs closure. The only thing I need closure on right now is getting the person who did this to me!'

'Ok ok.' Gregory said, holding up his hands. 'Whatever, I'll help. I just don't know how much help I can be.'

'That's ok.' Blaine said soothingly. 'Just start from the beginning and tell us what you remember.'

'And if you catch the bastard you'll let the police know he was the one who killed me too right? I want my family to have closure on this too.'

'Of course we will.' Blaine promised, although how he could justify knowing something like that to police he had no idea.

'Ok.' Gregory sighed, running his hands through his hair. 'I remember waking up Sunday morning because my phone started beeping. But this was about ten minutes before my alarm was set so I was confused. I looked at my phone and it was a text from Lewis, one of Coach's assistants, telling me that the team was needed at practice two hours earlier than normal.'

'Does that kind of thing usually happen?' Blaine said, writing down what Gregory was telling him in a notepad.

'It's not uncommon for coach to make us practice for longer on the weekends when a game was coming up, but this was off season, so it was a bit strange.' Gregory shrugged. 'But the Coach has a strange way of coaching. As long as we're winning though no one questions it. So I just got up and came to the pitch to start practicing. No one else was here so I figured I was early and went to get changed.'

He fell silent for a moment, staring at his hands as they rested in his lap. Kurt and Blaine stayed quiet, letting Gregory go through his ordeal at his own pace. Blaine felt guilty all of a sudden. They were making this guy relive such a traumatic time so that Kurt could have another chance at life, something that Gregory could never have.

'I'd barely gotten into the changing rooms before someone attacked me from behind. He put a length of rope around my neck and started to strangle me. I tried to fight him off, I'm pretty strong, but this guy was stronger and I started to get dizzy real quick. Then everything went dark.'

Blaine felt him stomach clench uneasily, both at the horrible account of Gregory's murder and at the fear that the story was over already.

'That's awful, I'm so sorry.' Blaine said, wondering how he could say what he needed to ask without sounding callous. Thankfully Kurt stepped in.

'So you didn't see who attacked you?' He asked.

Gregory chuckled to himself a little. 'Oh I saw him. After I blacked out I woke up on the floor, so I got up and ran out of the changing room to get help, thinking whoever attacked me hadn't finished the job and had run away. I found one of the janitors just outside, doing something with his cleaning cart. I shouted at him for help but he just ignored me. He pulled out a cloth and started to wipe at all the handles on the cart, and then he walked over to the changing rooms and did the same to the doors. I followed him inside and... I don't even know how to describe it. I just saw myself lying on the floor, with the rope...' He stopped talking all of a sudden, blinking rapidly as if he were trying not to cry, even if, as a ghost, he couldn't.

'It was like when Patrick Swayze was killed in Ghost, you know? It was the strangest thing.' He shook his head and looked up at Kurt and Blaine. 'I watched as he cleared up after himself. There wasn't much for him to do you know, he'd been wearing gloves and had his hair tied back and had one of those plastic aprons on. I think he'd been watching too much CSI to be honest.

Gregory frowned, picking an imaginary piece of fluff from his jacket. 'He started taking pictures of me on a digital camera. Loads of them. But then his watch beeped, probably telling him it was time to get out of there, and he left. I tried to follow him but he got into his car and I couldn't keep up.'

He shrugged, throwing up his hands. 'And that's it; I think that's all I can tell you. The rest is all in the police reports I would reckon. I followed them around too as they investigated. I think they questioned every single person at this school.'

'So did they question the janitor?' Blaine asked, scribbling down in his notebook as quickly as he could.

Gregory shook his head. 'That's the thing. That janitor had only been working here for three months and he'd quit a month before I'd been attacked. He seemed to have planned this whole thing months before. Being a janitor he would have had access to keys all over the building, and people's phones when they left them in the changing room. He must have stolen or cloned Lewis's phone or something.'

'He certainly knew what he was doing.' Kurt sighed. 'That's why they've never caught him.'

'The police did try and bring him in for questioning I think.' Gregory said. 'But all the information he'd given led to dead ends. I think it must have been fake but they decided he just moved around a lot. They didn't investigate him any further.'

'He sounds like he's going to be hard to catch.' Blaine frowned, looking back over his notes. Maybe if he had the money, fake ID's and contacts that the Winchester brothers had he might be able to find and pin something on this guy, but a teenage boy who visited a therapist? No one was ever going to believe him.

'You're going to try though aren't you?' Gregory looked at him suspiciously. Blaine nodded.

'Of course we are.' He assured. 'Ok, so do you have a description of him?' He got his pen ready to take more notes, drawing wasn't his specialty.

'Ok, so, long blond hair. As I said he had it tied back but when he worked here it was always left loose. It was usually kind of greasy too. He had a really gaunt face too, like he was really sick or something, and dark circles under his eyes. He always wore those jumpsuits janitors here wear, but underneath he wore a t-shirt with heavy metal bands on them. And he had a weird kind of necklace made of string. Red and blue strands mixed together with a yellow bead at the front, it was ugly. Other than that he was average height, and really skinny. That's all I can really remember.'

'That's great.' Blaine smiled, writing furiously. He felt a little bit triumphant now that they had something to go one at least.

'You'll come and let me know if he gets arrested right? I can't actually turn on the news can I?'

'We promise.' Kurt nodded.

'All I can say is you'd better do it quick.' Gregory said, turning to Kurt.

Kurt frowned. 'What do you mean?'

'Look, I don't know much about the 'spirit world' as it were. But there's a girl here, she died about seventy years ago when this place used to be a farm. She said there are all different kinds of levels to this ghost thing. There are some ghosts who have been dead so long they're no longer visible to other ghosts, or people like you.' He added, nodding towards Blaine. 'Otherwise this place would be teaming with dead people wouldn't it? But at the other end of the scale are people who are only near death, like you Kurt. You're right on the edge and so you shouldn't be able to see into the spirit world any more than any other person. The fact that you can see me means you're getting closer and closer to death.'

Blaine gulped, he didn't like where this was going.

'If you don't get back to your body soon you might not be able to go back at all.' Gregory finished bleakly.