Kurt and Blaine were on their way to a play at the Lima Community Playhouse, where they each knew several people performing that night. "I've heard it's gone really well in rehearsal," Kurt said casually.
"So have I. And plus, Tina's playing the lead. I can't wait to see her shine," Blaine said.
They approached an old building with vines growing on the outside and the bricks crumbling: the Lima Mental Health Center. It had been abandoned and closed for over fifty years. They had passed it hundreds of times before, but something about it caught Kurt's attention today. "Did you know that place is haunted?" Kurt asked.
Blaine rolled his eyes. "That's just a myth," Blaine said.
"Well whatever it is, it's creepy," Kurt said. He was silent for a minute. "Would you ever go inside?" Kurt asked Blaine.
"If I had a reason to," Blaine said.
"Well what if I told you to. That's a reason," Kurt said.
"Are you telling me to now?"
Kurt nodded with a mocking smile on his face.
Blaine turned the car around and pulled into the overgrown parking lot in front of the building. He didn't get out of the car just yet.
"Well?" Kurt asked, smirking.
Blaine stared him down and got out of the car and approached the building.
Kurt stayed in the car.
Blaine stared at the building, which was much more intimidating up close, and then turned around abruptly. "Come on, we're going to be late," Blaine said quickly, going back to his car.
"You got scared," Kurt said, once he was buckled in.
"No, we're running late as it is," Blaine said with a nervous laugh.
Kurt gave him sympathetic eyes. "I wouldn't have made it as far as you if you had dared me," Kurt said. They pulled out, both happy to leave the building behind.