Life's a Song 2/?
Part Two
Unfortunately, Kurt wasn't able to head to the library first thing the next morning. Instead he woke to his father calling down the stairs. He informed Kurt that they were meeting the Hudsons and Rachel for breakfast in a little over an hour.
"And I know how long you take to get ready Kurt so..." The man trailed off and there was a sort of shuffling sound at the top of the stairs as Kurt slowly sat up, rubbing at his eyes and yawning. His dad was lingering.
"Are you up, son? I don't hear-"
"Yes, dad. I'm up."
"Okay." There was a pause. "An hour," his father said again and the basement door closed with a firm snick sound.
Kurt stood and moved to his dresser. He retrieved underwear and socks and then opened the door to his large closet and stared.
Normally he would have been upset that his father demand he get ready on such short notice -- more often than not it took him an entire hour just to pick an outfit. However he had more pressing things to worry about just now. Things like all of Lima going suddenly insane. Things like getting to the library so he could attempt to do something about that sudden insanity. And things like dealing with Rachel Berry so relatively early on a summer morning. (Okay, Kurt didn't really dread Rachel quite that much. He didn't hate her or anything. She just had a personality one had to be...prepared for.)
The diva selected his clothes and hurried to take a shower.
His hair was still damp and he was carefully applying some cherry gloss (it was barely noticeable as far as he could tell, and it kept his lips much healthier than just chap stick alone) to his lips when Burt called down the stairs again. Kurt sighed heavily, stuck his tube of gloss into his pocket and hurried up the stairs.
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"But...why?" asked Finn later. Rachel had already gone home and breakfast had been unspectacular, with the exception of the few minutes the Hudsons and Kurt's father and Rachel had all sung Breakfast at Tiffany's to their swaying waitress.
The football player was sitting on the couch. He had one of Kurt's Xbox 360 controller's in his hand and was staring at the smaller teenager with wide and disbelieving eyes. The television was tuned to the local news; apparently the weather would stay warm but slightly windy for the rest of the day, the mysterious death of a local mall security guard was being investigated and Ohio schools were hurting now more than ever before for money (next year classes would certainly be overcrowded, related the pretty news anchor).
Kurt was already standing at the door. He shrugged and adjusted the black newsboy hat he was wearing. "I told you. I just want to look around, maybe get a few books to read."
"Like for fun?" Finn seemed puzzled by the idea.
"Sure. So when my dad and your mom get back from the store let them know I went to the library, please. Unless...you want to come along?" Kurt tensed a little as he waited for a reply. He was pretty sure Finn would not want to come along but if by some chance he did it might be difficult to-
"No! No. I'm good. I just thought maybe we could play a little Xbox. I mean, I know you don't play a lot but Puck couldn't come over because he's working and I couldn't get ahold of any of the other guys..." Finn trailed off and pressed a few buttons firmly and the screen came to life with zombies and creepy background music. "Have fun. I guess."
"You too. See you later. Maybe we can play tonight." Kurt exited the house, closed the door behind him and sorted through his keys. He reached the Navigator and slid inside.
Then, feeling determined, he started the engine and pulled away from the house.
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The library parking lot was crowded with cars and trucks. Kurt found a spot near the back of the lot and went inside. He smiled at the blank looking young woman behind the check-out counter, then started to browse through the stacks of books.
He had made his way to the religions section and was trying to decide between a book on the End of Times or a book about mediums and angels when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He spun and found Tina, holding a stack of books with strange symbols on their covers and wearing her usual black attire, standing in front of him. She was smiling.
"Hey Kurt," she started. "I didn't expect to run into you here. Or into anyone from school, honestly. What's up?"
"Hey. I was just...looking for something to read."
Tina blinked. Her smile faltered a little. "Oh. Right." She eyed the shelves of books surrounding them. "Something from this section? I didn't know you were interested in-"
"I'm doing research," snapped out Kurt before she could finish. "For something I'm writing. A play. A musical. A musical play. You know, like Broadway.
And that was a complete and utter lie. Kurt was interested in becoming a Broadway star. Not in doing anything behind the scenes. But it wasn't as if he could be honest with the girl.
Oh, hello Tina. I recently noticed our entire town is acting insane and I thought a government conspiracy or aliens or even something supernatural -- like on that show with those two seriously hot brothers -- might be the cause. So I came here to do some research, also like on that show with the brothers. Do you know of any books that cover all that? No? Okay then, have a good summer...
Yeah. That conversation would have gone over real well.
Tina stared hard at him for a long moment before nodding; turned to study the spines of the books he was hovering near. "So. You're going to write a play about...angels?"
Kurt blinked; thought fast. "Um. Well, not really. There is one angel in my musical..." (And at that he made a real effort to push the show with the scary stuff and the brothers and their cute angel sidekick out of his mind -- it was distracting). He pursed his lips and squinted thoughtfully. "I was really looking for some more general books on the occult."
Tina's eyes widened. "Really? You mean like...magic?"
"Yeah." Suddenly feeling even more uncomfortable and anxious for no reason he could put his finger on, Kurt shrugged. "You're into all of that, aren't you? I've heard you talking about stuff like that before. Do you happen to know of any books that-"
"Sure, yeah," cut in the girl before Kurt could finish. She motioned for him to follow; they left the angel books behind and walked until they were two rows up. Tina balanced the large books she was holding in one arm and waved her free arm in the air. "You'll probably find what you're looking for here. There isn't a huge selection or anything but I think for general research it will work."
Grateful, Kurt smiled. "Thank you."
The girl nodded. She was opening her mouth as if to say more when an annoying, male-sounding voice screeched a protest. The protest was apparently directed at the young woman manning the check-out counter near the front of the library.
"I'm sorry," came the woman's firm tone once the screech had died down. Her reply was certainly louder than a library acceptable whisper but given the volume of the protest that had been directed at her that was understandable. "But there isn't any way I can find out that sort of information, sir. And even if I could I wouldn't be able to give you that information..."
There was a mutter instead of another screech after that and Kurt blinked. The mutter sounded familiar but he couldn't quite-
"Mr. Ryerson," said Tina. She was frowning. "That sounds like Sandy Ryerson, doesn't it? I wonder..." She trailed off; met Kurt's gaze. "I better take off. I still need to grab something for Mi...er..."
She seemed to catch herself and shook her head as if to clear it. "Sorry. I'll talk to you later, Kurt. Good luck with your writing. Maybe we can go to the mall or something next week?"
"Sure, sounds fun."
And with that Tina gave a little wave before proceeding to hug her books with both arms again and trotting away, out of sight.
Feeling relieved, Kurt sighed. In a way he was glad he and the goth had accidentally met up (he had been pretty lost roaming the stacks of books and she had been helpful; the computers where library goers were encouraged to look up whatever it was they were looking for were surprisingly busy for a summer day and though Kurt didn't mind waiting looking up aliens and magic and dancing conspiracies with someone looking over his shoulder was just a little too embarrassing -- looking up only the aliens and conspiracy was going to be hard enough when he was done with the occult section). However, at the same time he was glad that she had had to leave. Having her hovering while he tried to research whatever it was that was happening would be about as bad as having Finn around would have been.
Kurt rolled his shoulders and stared at the spines of the books facing him. He took in a deep breath, noticed absently that Mr. Ryerson's voice had faded completely. He glanced around in nervous reflex before grabbing a promising looking text (A Dictionary of Spells by R. Giles). He grabbed the only other book he saw by the same author (Magic: A Brief Summary) off the shelf before leaving the row, finding an empty table near the back of the library and settling down to read.
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The diva was in the middle of reading a paragraph involving locating something or someone via a carefully crafted spell when his cell phone, from its place on the table near one of the thick books, beeped twice. Loudly.
An aging woman sitting at a nearby table and sporting frizzy, graying hair cleared her throat in obvious annoyance.
Kurt ignored her and glanced at his phone. He had a text message from Finn.
Where R U?
Still at library, typed the soprano. Be home soon. He hit the send button before raising his arms above his head in a stretch and yawning. Quickly, ignoring the glares still being sent his way by the woman, he gathered up his phone and the two books and headed for the check-out counter.
The young woman had been replaced with a man who scanned the books and Kurt's library card without comment.
When Kurt emerged from the building he saw that most of the cars from earlier had cleared out and the sky was darkening; night hadn't fallen but it was getting there. He pulled his keys from his pocket and sorted through them as he walked toward his Navigator.
He had pressed the button on the small black lock device to beep-beep open his doors and had his key to the ignition at the ready when he spotted something...shiny. It was right next to his front left tire, glinting prettily in the dying sunlight.
Kurt pulled open the driver side door, dropped the books he was carrying onto the front seat and then moved to pick up the object. He stooped, grabbed it and stood quickly.
It was a necklace. A very pretty necklace. It was made up of a silver chain and a dark stone the teenager couldn't identify. Frowning a little the diva looked back at the library entrance; he didn't particularly feel like going back inside to submit the piece of jewelry to lost and found.
For a moment he considered the necklace.
Then, in a sudden flash of movement, he slipped it over his head and onto his neck.
I'll just return it later, he thought. Tomorrow maybe. Because he had been so engrossed in the books about magic he had selected he hadn't had a chance to research anything else he had planned to. He would definitely need to make his way back to the library the next day. Keeping the necklace overnight wouldn't hurt anything.
Heaving a tired sigh Kurt started to turn back to his Navigator and-
WHAM.
Something slammed into his chest so hard he flew backward and landed on the asphalt, limbs splayed and feeling dazed. "What-" he started but was abruptly cut off when the figure that had slammed into him kneeled at his side.
It was a man, a creepy looking man with jet black hair and sunglasses and an unsettling grin. Despite the heat he was wearing a thick hoodie (and judging by the mix of colors and bulkiness it might even have been layers of hoodies) with the hood pulled up and leather gloves.
Slowly, the man reached down so that one of his gloved hands hovered over Kurt's chest.
Ohmygod. Ohmygod. Ohmygod. Kurt was panicking, his heart was pounding fast and hard and his mind was working in hysterical circles and he couldn't make himself move. What the hell was happening? What was going on? Who was this guy and what did he want and-
His thoughts stopped dead when the man finally rested a hand across his chest. "So. It's you," said the man. It wasn't a question. His grin widened and he leaned closer to Kurt. "Getting out a little early to search was such a good idea. A little dangerous but so worth it. I wake up and put on this stupid get-up and just start my search and bam!"
Kurt jumped and the man laughed. "Here you are," he said.
He stared at the diva for an uncomfortably long moment before laughing again; reaching. "Get up," he ordered. "I'll take you to him."
He grabbed at the diva's forearm, squeezed and started to pull and--
That's when Kurt lashed out. "No!" he shouted suddenly and slammed a fist square into the man's face. It was a slightly late reaction to the danger, sure, but at least he was reacting.
There was a crack (the man's sunglasses breaking) and then the man let out a pained sounding curse and before the creep could gather himself Kurt pushed himself up and off the ground and then he was running. He rounded the Navigator and started for the safety of the library without thought, heart beating faster than ever and-
Kurt let out a high pitched shriek when a hand grabbed him from behind. He found himself wrapped in the creep's incredibly strong arms, his back against the man's chest. "What's wrong with you? Got yourself in deep and now you want to take it all back? Well that's too fucking bad, kid. I'm taking you to-"
"You're not taking him anywhere, you fanged fuck." The voice was deep and familiar and came from behind them. Kurt felt the man tense and start to turn but then there was a slight and sudden pressure and the hands holding him let go.
The soprano scrambled back and away, stared wide eyed at the man. But no. He wasn't really a man anymore. His hoodie had fallen and his sunglasses were gone and he had large fangs protruding from his mouth and distinctly yellow eyes and strange, monstrous looking ridges on his face. As Kurt stared the not-man began to scream, and then he began to...smoke. His skin started to turn gray, as if he was burning to ash from the inside out.
And just as the diva was opening his own mouth (maybe to say something, maybe to stutter incoherently or scream himself) the not-man exploded. Clothes and all -- just exploded, disappeared. Ash rained down where he had been standing a moment before.
"That shit never gets old," came the familiar voice from before. Kurt coughed, blinked and realized Noah "Puck" Puckerman was standing directly in front of him.
And had just, apparently, saved his life.
Puck was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, had a large wooden stake in his right hand and what looked like a water pistol tucked haphazardly into his front right pocket. "The dusting," he related and gestured at the pile of ash. "Awesome, right? That never gets old."
Kurt blinked again. Shook his head. "Wha..." He trailed off.
Puck stared at him for a moment, then nodded. "Right. Yeah. You're probably wondering what's going on right? Well. Monsters exist. And I hunt them. And...yeah. That's pretty much all the important stuff."
Kurt nodded, swallowed.
Then shook his head again. "What!?"
Part Three
Unfortunately, Kurt wasn't able to head to the library first thing the next morning. Instead he woke to his father calling down the stairs. He informed Kurt that they were meeting the Hudsons and Rachel for breakfast in a little over an hour.
"And I know how long you take to get ready Kurt so..." The man trailed off and there was a sort of shuffling sound at the top of the stairs as Kurt slowly sat up, rubbing at his eyes and yawning. His dad was lingering.
"Are you up, son? I don't hear-"
"Yes, dad. I'm up."
"Okay." There was a pause. "An hour," his father said again and the basement door closed with a firm snick sound.
Kurt stood and moved to his dresser. He retrieved underwear and socks and then opened the door to his large closet and stared.
Normally he would have been upset that his father demand he get ready on such short notice -- more often than not it took him an entire hour just to pick an outfit. However he had more pressing things to worry about just now. Things like all of Lima going suddenly insane. Things like getting to the library so he could attempt to do something about that sudden insanity. And things like dealing with Rachel Berry so relatively early on a summer morning. (Okay, Kurt didn't really dread Rachel quite that much. He didn't hate her or anything. She just had a personality one had to be...prepared for.)
The diva selected his clothes and hurried to take a shower.
His hair was still damp and he was carefully applying some cherry gloss (it was barely noticeable as far as he could tell, and it kept his lips much healthier than just chap stick alone) to his lips when Burt called down the stairs again. Kurt sighed heavily, stuck his tube of gloss into his pocket and hurried up the stairs.
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"But...why?" asked Finn later. Rachel had already gone home and breakfast had been unspectacular, with the exception of the few minutes the Hudsons and Kurt's father and Rachel had all sung Breakfast at Tiffany's to their swaying waitress.
The football player was sitting on the couch. He had one of Kurt's Xbox 360 controller's in his hand and was staring at the smaller teenager with wide and disbelieving eyes. The television was tuned to the local news; apparently the weather would stay warm but slightly windy for the rest of the day, the mysterious death of a local mall security guard was being investigated and Ohio schools were hurting now more than ever before for money (next year classes would certainly be overcrowded, related the pretty news anchor).
Kurt was already standing at the door. He shrugged and adjusted the black newsboy hat he was wearing. "I told you. I just want to look around, maybe get a few books to read."
"Like for fun?" Finn seemed puzzled by the idea.
"Sure. So when my dad and your mom get back from the store let them know I went to the library, please. Unless...you want to come along?" Kurt tensed a little as he waited for a reply. He was pretty sure Finn would not want to come along but if by some chance he did it might be difficult to-
"No! No. I'm good. I just thought maybe we could play a little Xbox. I mean, I know you don't play a lot but Puck couldn't come over because he's working and I couldn't get ahold of any of the other guys..." Finn trailed off and pressed a few buttons firmly and the screen came to life with zombies and creepy background music. "Have fun. I guess."
"You too. See you later. Maybe we can play tonight." Kurt exited the house, closed the door behind him and sorted through his keys. He reached the Navigator and slid inside.
Then, feeling determined, he started the engine and pulled away from the house.
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The library parking lot was crowded with cars and trucks. Kurt found a spot near the back of the lot and went inside. He smiled at the blank looking young woman behind the check-out counter, then started to browse through the stacks of books.
He had made his way to the religions section and was trying to decide between a book on the End of Times or a book about mediums and angels when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He spun and found Tina, holding a stack of books with strange symbols on their covers and wearing her usual black attire, standing in front of him. She was smiling.
"Hey Kurt," she started. "I didn't expect to run into you here. Or into anyone from school, honestly. What's up?"
"Hey. I was just...looking for something to read."
Tina blinked. Her smile faltered a little. "Oh. Right." She eyed the shelves of books surrounding them. "Something from this section? I didn't know you were interested in-"
"I'm doing research," snapped out Kurt before she could finish. "For something I'm writing. A play. A musical. A musical play. You know, like Broadway.
And that was a complete and utter lie. Kurt was interested in becoming a Broadway star. Not in doing anything behind the scenes. But it wasn't as if he could be honest with the girl.
Oh, hello Tina. I recently noticed our entire town is acting insane and I thought a government conspiracy or aliens or even something supernatural -- like on that show with those two seriously hot brothers -- might be the cause. So I came here to do some research, also like on that show with the brothers. Do you know of any books that cover all that? No? Okay then, have a good summer...
Yeah. That conversation would have gone over real well.
Tina stared hard at him for a long moment before nodding; turned to study the spines of the books he was hovering near. "So. You're going to write a play about...angels?"
Kurt blinked; thought fast. "Um. Well, not really. There is one angel in my musical..." (And at that he made a real effort to push the show with the scary stuff and the brothers and their cute angel sidekick out of his mind -- it was distracting). He pursed his lips and squinted thoughtfully. "I was really looking for some more general books on the occult."
Tina's eyes widened. "Really? You mean like...magic?"
"Yeah." Suddenly feeling even more uncomfortable and anxious for no reason he could put his finger on, Kurt shrugged. "You're into all of that, aren't you? I've heard you talking about stuff like that before. Do you happen to know of any books that-"
"Sure, yeah," cut in the girl before Kurt could finish. She motioned for him to follow; they left the angel books behind and walked until they were two rows up. Tina balanced the large books she was holding in one arm and waved her free arm in the air. "You'll probably find what you're looking for here. There isn't a huge selection or anything but I think for general research it will work."
Grateful, Kurt smiled. "Thank you."
The girl nodded. She was opening her mouth as if to say more when an annoying, male-sounding voice screeched a protest. The protest was apparently directed at the young woman manning the check-out counter near the front of the library.
"I'm sorry," came the woman's firm tone once the screech had died down. Her reply was certainly louder than a library acceptable whisper but given the volume of the protest that had been directed at her that was understandable. "But there isn't any way I can find out that sort of information, sir. And even if I could I wouldn't be able to give you that information..."
There was a mutter instead of another screech after that and Kurt blinked. The mutter sounded familiar but he couldn't quite-
"Mr. Ryerson," said Tina. She was frowning. "That sounds like Sandy Ryerson, doesn't it? I wonder..." She trailed off; met Kurt's gaze. "I better take off. I still need to grab something for Mi...er..."
She seemed to catch herself and shook her head as if to clear it. "Sorry. I'll talk to you later, Kurt. Good luck with your writing. Maybe we can go to the mall or something next week?"
"Sure, sounds fun."
And with that Tina gave a little wave before proceeding to hug her books with both arms again and trotting away, out of sight.
Feeling relieved, Kurt sighed. In a way he was glad he and the goth had accidentally met up (he had been pretty lost roaming the stacks of books and she had been helpful; the computers where library goers were encouraged to look up whatever it was they were looking for were surprisingly busy for a summer day and though Kurt didn't mind waiting looking up aliens and magic and dancing conspiracies with someone looking over his shoulder was just a little too embarrassing -- looking up only the aliens and conspiracy was going to be hard enough when he was done with the occult section). However, at the same time he was glad that she had had to leave. Having her hovering while he tried to research whatever it was that was happening would be about as bad as having Finn around would have been.
Kurt rolled his shoulders and stared at the spines of the books facing him. He took in a deep breath, noticed absently that Mr. Ryerson's voice had faded completely. He glanced around in nervous reflex before grabbing a promising looking text (A Dictionary of Spells by R. Giles). He grabbed the only other book he saw by the same author (Magic: A Brief Summary) off the shelf before leaving the row, finding an empty table near the back of the library and settling down to read.
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The diva was in the middle of reading a paragraph involving locating something or someone via a carefully crafted spell when his cell phone, from its place on the table near one of the thick books, beeped twice. Loudly.
An aging woman sitting at a nearby table and sporting frizzy, graying hair cleared her throat in obvious annoyance.
Kurt ignored her and glanced at his phone. He had a text message from Finn.
Where R U?
Still at library, typed the soprano. Be home soon. He hit the send button before raising his arms above his head in a stretch and yawning. Quickly, ignoring the glares still being sent his way by the woman, he gathered up his phone and the two books and headed for the check-out counter.
The young woman had been replaced with a man who scanned the books and Kurt's library card without comment.
When Kurt emerged from the building he saw that most of the cars from earlier had cleared out and the sky was darkening; night hadn't fallen but it was getting there. He pulled his keys from his pocket and sorted through them as he walked toward his Navigator.
He had pressed the button on the small black lock device to beep-beep open his doors and had his key to the ignition at the ready when he spotted something...shiny. It was right next to his front left tire, glinting prettily in the dying sunlight.
Kurt pulled open the driver side door, dropped the books he was carrying onto the front seat and then moved to pick up the object. He stooped, grabbed it and stood quickly.
It was a necklace. A very pretty necklace. It was made up of a silver chain and a dark stone the teenager couldn't identify. Frowning a little the diva looked back at the library entrance; he didn't particularly feel like going back inside to submit the piece of jewelry to lost and found.
For a moment he considered the necklace.
Then, in a sudden flash of movement, he slipped it over his head and onto his neck.
I'll just return it later, he thought. Tomorrow maybe. Because he had been so engrossed in the books about magic he had selected he hadn't had a chance to research anything else he had planned to. He would definitely need to make his way back to the library the next day. Keeping the necklace overnight wouldn't hurt anything.
Heaving a tired sigh Kurt started to turn back to his Navigator and-
WHAM.
Something slammed into his chest so hard he flew backward and landed on the asphalt, limbs splayed and feeling dazed. "What-" he started but was abruptly cut off when the figure that had slammed into him kneeled at his side.
It was a man, a creepy looking man with jet black hair and sunglasses and an unsettling grin. Despite the heat he was wearing a thick hoodie (and judging by the mix of colors and bulkiness it might even have been layers of hoodies) with the hood pulled up and leather gloves.
Slowly, the man reached down so that one of his gloved hands hovered over Kurt's chest.
Ohmygod. Ohmygod. Ohmygod. Kurt was panicking, his heart was pounding fast and hard and his mind was working in hysterical circles and he couldn't make himself move. What the hell was happening? What was going on? Who was this guy and what did he want and-
His thoughts stopped dead when the man finally rested a hand across his chest. "So. It's you," said the man. It wasn't a question. His grin widened and he leaned closer to Kurt. "Getting out a little early to search was such a good idea. A little dangerous but so worth it. I wake up and put on this stupid get-up and just start my search and bam!"
Kurt jumped and the man laughed. "Here you are," he said.
He stared at the diva for an uncomfortably long moment before laughing again; reaching. "Get up," he ordered. "I'll take you to him."
He grabbed at the diva's forearm, squeezed and started to pull and--
That's when Kurt lashed out. "No!" he shouted suddenly and slammed a fist square into the man's face. It was a slightly late reaction to the danger, sure, but at least he was reacting.
There was a crack (the man's sunglasses breaking) and then the man let out a pained sounding curse and before the creep could gather himself Kurt pushed himself up and off the ground and then he was running. He rounded the Navigator and started for the safety of the library without thought, heart beating faster than ever and-
Kurt let out a high pitched shriek when a hand grabbed him from behind. He found himself wrapped in the creep's incredibly strong arms, his back against the man's chest. "What's wrong with you? Got yourself in deep and now you want to take it all back? Well that's too fucking bad, kid. I'm taking you to-"
"You're not taking him anywhere, you fanged fuck." The voice was deep and familiar and came from behind them. Kurt felt the man tense and start to turn but then there was a slight and sudden pressure and the hands holding him let go.
The soprano scrambled back and away, stared wide eyed at the man. But no. He wasn't really a man anymore. His hoodie had fallen and his sunglasses were gone and he had large fangs protruding from his mouth and distinctly yellow eyes and strange, monstrous looking ridges on his face. As Kurt stared the not-man began to scream, and then he began to...smoke. His skin started to turn gray, as if he was burning to ash from the inside out.
And just as the diva was opening his own mouth (maybe to say something, maybe to stutter incoherently or scream himself) the not-man exploded. Clothes and all -- just exploded, disappeared. Ash rained down where he had been standing a moment before.
"That shit never gets old," came the familiar voice from before. Kurt coughed, blinked and realized Noah "Puck" Puckerman was standing directly in front of him.
And had just, apparently, saved his life.
Puck was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, had a large wooden stake in his right hand and what looked like a water pistol tucked haphazardly into his front right pocket. "The dusting," he related and gestured at the pile of ash. "Awesome, right? That never gets old."
Kurt blinked again. Shook his head. "Wha..." He trailed off.
Puck stared at him for a moment, then nodded. "Right. Yeah. You're probably wondering what's going on right? Well. Monsters exist. And I hunt them. And...yeah. That's pretty much all the important stuff."
Kurt nodded, swallowed.
Then shook his head again. "What!?"
Part Three