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Author: gleekxfreak
Rating: R/NC-17
Warnings: Blood, gore, horror, swearing, eventual smut, etc.
Pairings: Kurt/Sam (eventual) and canon-type pairings.
Summary: One, Two, Freddy's coming for you. Three, Four, Better lock your door. Five, Six, Get your crucifix. Seven, Eight, Gotta stay up late. Nine, Ten, Never sleep again. (based on the 2010 version of the classic Nightmare on Elm Street)
Read Chapter One here: http://community.livejournal.com/samkurt/147343.html
Chapter Two:
Among the sea of black, a thin girl with her wavy brown hair pulled tight in a low bun sat in the front row of seats. Her head was lowered as she cried, silently. The grief had festered deep in her and her heart was cracked open. Noah was gone…he was really gone. Tears fell on her lap, sinking into her black dress as she sniffled. One of her fathers put a hand on her back, rubbing his hand up and down, comforting her. She lifted her head, looking at the grave where the casket had just been lowered into. The sound of the preacher’s voice went in and out; she was lost in her own thoughts. How could a life be snuffed out so soon? This wasn’t fair. Life shouldn’t be this cruel.
Rachel blinked as a small brunette girl - couldn’t be more than five - stood by Puck’s grave, a rose in hand. Her hair blew back gently in the calm breeze, the blue ribbon that was holding up half of locks were waving like a flag. Her body turned and she looked at Rachel as she dropped the rose into the grave. Who was she? It was odd; she almost looked…like her. She looked around, but everyone else’s eyes were on the preacher. Noah’s mother had her head lowered, weeping quietly into a handkerchief. No one even noticed the small child. Rachel looked back at her again and frowned slightly; the girl’s baby blue dress had three slashes in the front, the material torn. She was about to whisper to her father when blood began to pour from the slashes. She gasped loudly and suddenly everyone’s eyes were on her. Looking around, wildly, Rachel’s own eyes went back to where the little girl was and noticed that she was gone. “Wh-where-..?” She looked at her dads, seeing the concern in their eyes.
“S-sorry…I just-….” She shook her head, voice shaking, “Sorry…continue….”
The preacher watched her for a moment then continued on above the sound of whispers around her. Rachel closed her eyes, sinking in her seat.
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At the end of the sermon, Rachel got up slowly and went to the grave to over the display of pictures of Noah posted up on poster boards. It was a nice touch…they got to look at the life that Noah was able to live before it vanished prematurely. They could celebrate his life while mourning the loss. Better than nothing, right? Tears filled her eyes as they looked over a photo of New Directions after they‘d won Sectionals. Puck was grinning wide. He’d grown up so much. He’d shed the part of himself that was too afraid of what others thought so that he could do the things he really wanted to. In place of the old skin, there was a confident, true artist that emerged. “Oh, Noah…” she breathed, walking down the line of photos. They ranged all through his years. She touched one of a vibrant six year old, holding up a trophy in one hand, a football in the other. A smile tugged at her lips even as her eyes pooled with tears.
Her finger trailed to one of him outside of William McKinley High School on what looked like his first day of freshman year. Just when she was about to turn away, her chocolate colored eyes caught onto a picture that made her eyebrows furrow.
“What?” she whispered to herself. Her finger slid over the girl in the picture; she was holding up a shovel, grinning. Standing next to her in the sand box was Noah, proudly wearing a pail on his head like a hat. Rachel blinked; it was the little girl from before…the little girl she had imagined. And it was the same blue dress…the same ribbon. It was all the same. She took one look into the eyes of the young girl and she knew. It was her.
But how was that even possible? She didn’t start going to school with Puck until middle school. It didn’t make any sense at all, but somehow she knew for a fact that is was her.
“Is that you?”
Rachel jumped, looking behind her, “Hm? Oh…uh, I…I don’t know,” she said, “It looks like me, but…” a frown hinted at her eyebrows, “I don’t remember going to school with Puck before sixth grade.”
Finn nodded a little, “Weird,” he put a hand on the dip of her back, “Come on..” his voice was gentle as he tipped his head to gesture away.
A soft sigh fell from her lips before she walked along with Finn, their footsteps matching and keeping time with one another. “I-…”
The male looked over, waiting for her to continue.
“I-I don’t understand…” she shook her head, “He was…a wreck. I don’t know what was going on with him and it kills me that I couldn’t do anything about it before it was too late.” She shouldn’t have left the table. If only she’d wiped herself off then and there and hadn’t left him alone this wouldn’t have happened. Noah would be alive… Her eyes filled with tears again and she held onto Finn’s arm, trying to find stability in him; not just physically but mentally as well. Finn used to be her rock and she really needed him again. Now. “He was telling me about these dreams he was having. He seemed to think they were real. Sounds crazy, but he really believed it.”
Kurt came up behind them, pushing his black scarf around his shoulder, “Hi…” he said, quietly, “Are you two okay?” His voice was as gentle as the air flowing around them.
Rachel nodded, still leaning against her ex-boyfriend. “Are you?”
“I wasn’t that close to him. Not like you two. But yeah, it’s sad. He’ll definitely be missed. He really turned around a lot from the beginning of last year,” he gave them a sad smile the took a step back when he noticed he‘d put tears back in Rachel‘s eyes, “S-sorry. I didn’t mean to make you-…”
“It’s okay,” she said, shaking her head, “We were talking about what happened that night. What led to it,” wiping her eyes, she looked at Kurt, “Did you ever hear him talk about strange dreams or-or a man named…Freddy?”
Finn looked up, sharply, eyes widening a little.
“Really?” he looked surprised, “Yeah. Yeah, I know what you’re talking ab-”
“No, you don’t…” Finn said, “Rachel was the one talking to him when it happened, okay? You should go find your dad.”
Kurt frowned a little, “Okay…jeez, Finn…” He stepped forward to touch Rachel’s arm, giving it a small squeeze before walking up the grassy hill.
“He was just trying to help, Finn…”
The boy sighed, “I know. I know. Come on, let’s go find your dads and get you home.” He took her hand and she hesitated before walking with him, squeezing it tight.
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Rachel paged through a photo album, her eyes drinking up the sights of the pictures as they passed by. They were tokens of her accomplishments; reminders of all of her hard work and how it all paid off (especially when it ended in thunderous applause). A smile crept onto her face when she landed on a picture of her in a pink tutu, complete with white tights and the perfect pair of ballet slippers. There was a tiara on her head, glistening in the light. Her fathers stood next to her, their arms around her on both sides. They were grinning wide and proud. Rachel had to admit that while she needed applause to thrive, she always needed the pride of her fathers as well. They’d done so much for her and they were so supportive. She turned the page, looking for more when she was met with a blank page. She moved it back and forth, looking on both sides. Huh. She turned a few more blank pages before seeing a picture of her first day of third grade. She had on a pink dress and she held up a pink lunchbox with a big gold star on the cover. She was wearing a million dollar smile upon her face.
“What are you doing, honey?” Leon’s voice broke through the silence of the living room.
She turned her head, looking up at where her dad stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame.
“Looking through some old albums.” Turning back to the blank pages she danced her fingers over the smooth paper, “How come there are no pictures of me from kindergarten, first and second grade? You have school pictures of each year, but I can‘t find any from then…”
“Oh. Huh. That’s weird,” he made his way to the couch and looked down at the book, “Hm. Well, I guess we tucked those away accidentally and never put them in the album.”
She cocked her head to the side about to reply when Leon took it from her hands, “Come on. Dinner will get cold.”
“Okay,” she stood, smoothing the back of her jumper. “I am pretty famished.”
“I made your favorite, Angel!” Hiram called in a sing-song voice.
She grinned wide and went into the dining room, “Vegan lasagna?”
“Don’t I know you, love?” Hiram walked in, clad in an apron and oven mitts, setting down the pan.
Rachel smiled and leaned up, kissing his cheek. She’d get around to asking them about the missing photos. It seemed so odd, especially since she had no clue that she’d gone to school with Noah until last week at the funeral.
She’d get to it. She would. Just not tonight.
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“May I have this dance?”
Tina looked up, face filling with pleasant surprise. “Yes. Yes, of course.” She stood and smoothed down her black and white Victorian dress before taking Artie’s hand.
He led her onto the extravagant ballroom floor, placing a hand on her hip and pulling her close. “You look beautiful.” Lifting their hands up in a waltz stance, he began to dance her around the floor. “As always.” There were two blue streaks through her smooth black hair, but they were tucked into the bun she was donning. Two curls framed her face and it took Artie’s breath away. How could someone be so gorgeous?
A blush appeared on her cheeks, “Your eyes are so…pretty, for lack of a better word,” she laughed, softly. Her laugh. Another thing to love about her. “I never really noticed when you wore your glasses.”
He smiled and they glided across the floor, dancing gracefully to the music. This was amazing. He could walk again and this was the absolutely perfect way to celebrate. Yeah, Brittany was a great girl and it felt good to have someone in his life, but…she didn’t hold a candle to Tina. She never did and she never would. Running, walking, jumping, skipping…he didn’t care about any of that; all he wanted to do was dance with the girl of his dreams.
“Be my girlfriend.”
“What?” she breathed.
“Be my girlfriend again,” he spun and dipped her.
“Sorry. I’d be a boyfriend,” a deep, gravely voice replied, “Will you settle for second best?” The scarred face of Freddy was suddenly in Artie’s face as a smirk curled his lips.
He gasped and let go, trying to push away from him. “W-who are you?” Terror coursed through his body, “Where’s Tina?“ His eyes widened more, “W-what happened to you?” His face…it was scarred everywhere….
His smirk fell off his face and he shoved Artie down.
He gasped, eyes widening before he blinked over and over, trying to rid the sudden blurriness. “Who are you?” he repeated, louder. What was going on?
“Your worse nightmare,” Freddy growled.
Oh god, what was going on?! He heard a loud hiss and tried to look around, rubbing his eyes. He needed his glasses! “S-stay away from me!” he attempted to get up but nothing happened. No! No…no, no…he willed himself to move his legs. Nothing.
The other laughed low and cruel. “Run, run, run….”
Artie quickly bent his elbows, putting them on the floor to try pulling himself along with them.
“As fast as you can…” Freddy put the blades on the pipes and dragged them along, making sparks as it shrieked.
The noise was unbearable and Artie started to cry, moving as fast as he could. It wasn’t fast enough. Not even close.
“You can’t catch me….I’m..” He grabbed Artie, pulling him up, “The BOOGEYMAN!” he roared and stabbed his blades into Artie’s gut, ripping the flesh open.
He cried out in pain, head falling back. “S-someone help,” he gurgled, voice nearly audible as deep red blood starting coming out of his mouth.
“Too late now,” he laughed, slicing through his organs, the blood pouring out everywhere. “Goodnight.” He threw him to the ground.
Artie was dead before the impact.
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Finn threw a piece of popcorn at Kurt, smirking. The younger’s jaw set, but he bit the outburst back. Another one hit him in the face. ….another…anoth-
“FINN HUDSON, CUT IT OUT RIGHT NOW BEFORE I SMACK YOU!”
His brother cracked up, “I was seeing how long it would take before you exploded. Your face is priceless!”
“Grow. Up.”
“Nahh,” he threw another one, earning himself a classic Kurt-Hummel-glare. They were scary.
“I don’t know if you care, but Puck was killed last week.”
Finn frowned a little, “I…was just trying to have some fun…” He put the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table, laying back.
Kurt watched him and deflated with a sigh, “Sorry. Sorry, I just haven’t really slept lately. It’s making me grumpy. And the whole thing with Puck really shook me up.”
“I know, man, but we can’t just shut ourselves off from the world because of it. We still need to move on. He was one of my best friends, Kurt. You know that. It hurts that he’s gone but…we’re not gone. We have to move on little by little.”
He looked at him, blinking, “…wow, Finn, that was…insightful…surprisingly insightful. You’re right.” With a nod, he leaned forward, grabbing a piece of popcorn from the bowl. He smirked and threw it at his step-brother.
“Hey!” Finn laughed and reached out, messing with Kurt’s hair.
Kurt gasped loudly. Oh no. No, Finn knew to never mess with his hair. It took him hours to do his morning routine. More than half of that time was dedicated to the doing of his hair. He needed to make sure it was parted and facing completely the right way which meant that every. single. lock. was in place.
His brother’s eyes widened and he jumped up, leaping over the couch, “I’m sorry!”
“No, you are not!” Kurt growled, hopping up to run after him. “Get back here so I can get you back!”
“It was.…an accident,” Finn backed up then turned, running through the house as Kurt chased him.
“It was not an accident, you stupid-…you-…” he growled and grabbed for him but Finn escaped up the stairs.
“I have a phone call! Truce! This is means for a truce!” he ran into the bathroom and answered the call, “Hello?”
Kurt ran up the stairs, his nimble feet carrying him up quickly, “Finn!” When he got to the bathroom, he immediately pounded on the door, “Finn Hudson, get out of there right now so I can get you back. How would you like it if I shaved off your hair while you were sleeping, hm? Would you like that? Or maybe I’ll give you a makeover - complete with lipstick - and force you to go to school like that. Hey,” he knocked, “Come out and fight like a man, you coward! Finn-”
The door opened slowly and Kurt grabbed his shirt, “I’m going to-…” he stopped, grip loosening, “Finn?”
The other was completely pale as his phone fell to the floor with a clatter. The noise was followed with complete silence as Kurt stared at him. Why was he shaking? Why did he look like that…? Finn looked just like he’d just seen a ghost. His eyes had a strange unfocused look that made Kurt’s stomach turn over a few times as his heart kick started.
“F-Finn…”
Finn looked past him, “I-..”
“Finn, you’re scared me…” he frowned, “What is it?”
Finn’s eyes suddenly met Kurt’s and his voice cracked as he spoke. “That was Mike…….Artie’s dead.”
TO BE CONTINUED…..
Rating: R/NC-17
Warnings: Blood, gore, horror, swearing, eventual smut, etc.
Pairings: Kurt/Sam (eventual) and canon-type pairings.
Summary: One, Two, Freddy's coming for you. Three, Four, Better lock your door. Five, Six, Get your crucifix. Seven, Eight, Gotta stay up late. Nine, Ten, Never sleep again. (based on the 2010 version of the classic Nightmare on Elm Street)
Read Chapter One here: http://community.livejournal.com/samkurt/147343.html
Chapter Two:
Among the sea of black, a thin girl with her wavy brown hair pulled tight in a low bun sat in the front row of seats. Her head was lowered as she cried, silently. The grief had festered deep in her and her heart was cracked open. Noah was gone…he was really gone. Tears fell on her lap, sinking into her black dress as she sniffled. One of her fathers put a hand on her back, rubbing his hand up and down, comforting her. She lifted her head, looking at the grave where the casket had just been lowered into. The sound of the preacher’s voice went in and out; she was lost in her own thoughts. How could a life be snuffed out so soon? This wasn’t fair. Life shouldn’t be this cruel.
Rachel blinked as a small brunette girl - couldn’t be more than five - stood by Puck’s grave, a rose in hand. Her hair blew back gently in the calm breeze, the blue ribbon that was holding up half of locks were waving like a flag. Her body turned and she looked at Rachel as she dropped the rose into the grave. Who was she? It was odd; she almost looked…like her. She looked around, but everyone else’s eyes were on the preacher. Noah’s mother had her head lowered, weeping quietly into a handkerchief. No one even noticed the small child. Rachel looked back at her again and frowned slightly; the girl’s baby blue dress had three slashes in the front, the material torn. She was about to whisper to her father when blood began to pour from the slashes. She gasped loudly and suddenly everyone’s eyes were on her. Looking around, wildly, Rachel’s own eyes went back to where the little girl was and noticed that she was gone. “Wh-where-..?” She looked at her dads, seeing the concern in their eyes.
“S-sorry…I just-….” She shook her head, voice shaking, “Sorry…continue….”
The preacher watched her for a moment then continued on above the sound of whispers around her. Rachel closed her eyes, sinking in her seat.
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At the end of the sermon, Rachel got up slowly and went to the grave to over the display of pictures of Noah posted up on poster boards. It was a nice touch…they got to look at the life that Noah was able to live before it vanished prematurely. They could celebrate his life while mourning the loss. Better than nothing, right? Tears filled her eyes as they looked over a photo of New Directions after they‘d won Sectionals. Puck was grinning wide. He’d grown up so much. He’d shed the part of himself that was too afraid of what others thought so that he could do the things he really wanted to. In place of the old skin, there was a confident, true artist that emerged. “Oh, Noah…” she breathed, walking down the line of photos. They ranged all through his years. She touched one of a vibrant six year old, holding up a trophy in one hand, a football in the other. A smile tugged at her lips even as her eyes pooled with tears.
Her finger trailed to one of him outside of William McKinley High School on what looked like his first day of freshman year. Just when she was about to turn away, her chocolate colored eyes caught onto a picture that made her eyebrows furrow.
“What?” she whispered to herself. Her finger slid over the girl in the picture; she was holding up a shovel, grinning. Standing next to her in the sand box was Noah, proudly wearing a pail on his head like a hat. Rachel blinked; it was the little girl from before…the little girl she had imagined. And it was the same blue dress…the same ribbon. It was all the same. She took one look into the eyes of the young girl and she knew. It was her.
But how was that even possible? She didn’t start going to school with Puck until middle school. It didn’t make any sense at all, but somehow she knew for a fact that is was her.
“Is that you?”
Rachel jumped, looking behind her, “Hm? Oh…uh, I…I don’t know,” she said, “It looks like me, but…” a frown hinted at her eyebrows, “I don’t remember going to school with Puck before sixth grade.”
Finn nodded a little, “Weird,” he put a hand on the dip of her back, “Come on..” his voice was gentle as he tipped his head to gesture away.
A soft sigh fell from her lips before she walked along with Finn, their footsteps matching and keeping time with one another. “I-…”
The male looked over, waiting for her to continue.
“I-I don’t understand…” she shook her head, “He was…a wreck. I don’t know what was going on with him and it kills me that I couldn’t do anything about it before it was too late.” She shouldn’t have left the table. If only she’d wiped herself off then and there and hadn’t left him alone this wouldn’t have happened. Noah would be alive… Her eyes filled with tears again and she held onto Finn’s arm, trying to find stability in him; not just physically but mentally as well. Finn used to be her rock and she really needed him again. Now. “He was telling me about these dreams he was having. He seemed to think they were real. Sounds crazy, but he really believed it.”
Kurt came up behind them, pushing his black scarf around his shoulder, “Hi…” he said, quietly, “Are you two okay?” His voice was as gentle as the air flowing around them.
Rachel nodded, still leaning against her ex-boyfriend. “Are you?”
“I wasn’t that close to him. Not like you two. But yeah, it’s sad. He’ll definitely be missed. He really turned around a lot from the beginning of last year,” he gave them a sad smile the took a step back when he noticed he‘d put tears back in Rachel‘s eyes, “S-sorry. I didn’t mean to make you-…”
“It’s okay,” she said, shaking her head, “We were talking about what happened that night. What led to it,” wiping her eyes, she looked at Kurt, “Did you ever hear him talk about strange dreams or-or a man named…Freddy?”
Finn looked up, sharply, eyes widening a little.
“Really?” he looked surprised, “Yeah. Yeah, I know what you’re talking ab-”
“No, you don’t…” Finn said, “Rachel was the one talking to him when it happened, okay? You should go find your dad.”
Kurt frowned a little, “Okay…jeez, Finn…” He stepped forward to touch Rachel’s arm, giving it a small squeeze before walking up the grassy hill.
“He was just trying to help, Finn…”
The boy sighed, “I know. I know. Come on, let’s go find your dads and get you home.” He took her hand and she hesitated before walking with him, squeezing it tight.
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Rachel paged through a photo album, her eyes drinking up the sights of the pictures as they passed by. They were tokens of her accomplishments; reminders of all of her hard work and how it all paid off (especially when it ended in thunderous applause). A smile crept onto her face when she landed on a picture of her in a pink tutu, complete with white tights and the perfect pair of ballet slippers. There was a tiara on her head, glistening in the light. Her fathers stood next to her, their arms around her on both sides. They were grinning wide and proud. Rachel had to admit that while she needed applause to thrive, she always needed the pride of her fathers as well. They’d done so much for her and they were so supportive. She turned the page, looking for more when she was met with a blank page. She moved it back and forth, looking on both sides. Huh. She turned a few more blank pages before seeing a picture of her first day of third grade. She had on a pink dress and she held up a pink lunchbox with a big gold star on the cover. She was wearing a million dollar smile upon her face.
“What are you doing, honey?” Leon’s voice broke through the silence of the living room.
She turned her head, looking up at where her dad stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame.
“Looking through some old albums.” Turning back to the blank pages she danced her fingers over the smooth paper, “How come there are no pictures of me from kindergarten, first and second grade? You have school pictures of each year, but I can‘t find any from then…”
“Oh. Huh. That’s weird,” he made his way to the couch and looked down at the book, “Hm. Well, I guess we tucked those away accidentally and never put them in the album.”
She cocked her head to the side about to reply when Leon took it from her hands, “Come on. Dinner will get cold.”
“Okay,” she stood, smoothing the back of her jumper. “I am pretty famished.”
“I made your favorite, Angel!” Hiram called in a sing-song voice.
She grinned wide and went into the dining room, “Vegan lasagna?”
“Don’t I know you, love?” Hiram walked in, clad in an apron and oven mitts, setting down the pan.
Rachel smiled and leaned up, kissing his cheek. She’d get around to asking them about the missing photos. It seemed so odd, especially since she had no clue that she’d gone to school with Noah until last week at the funeral.
She’d get to it. She would. Just not tonight.
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“May I have this dance?”
Tina looked up, face filling with pleasant surprise. “Yes. Yes, of course.” She stood and smoothed down her black and white Victorian dress before taking Artie’s hand.
He led her onto the extravagant ballroom floor, placing a hand on her hip and pulling her close. “You look beautiful.” Lifting their hands up in a waltz stance, he began to dance her around the floor. “As always.” There were two blue streaks through her smooth black hair, but they were tucked into the bun she was donning. Two curls framed her face and it took Artie’s breath away. How could someone be so gorgeous?
A blush appeared on her cheeks, “Your eyes are so…pretty, for lack of a better word,” she laughed, softly. Her laugh. Another thing to love about her. “I never really noticed when you wore your glasses.”
He smiled and they glided across the floor, dancing gracefully to the music. This was amazing. He could walk again and this was the absolutely perfect way to celebrate. Yeah, Brittany was a great girl and it felt good to have someone in his life, but…she didn’t hold a candle to Tina. She never did and she never would. Running, walking, jumping, skipping…he didn’t care about any of that; all he wanted to do was dance with the girl of his dreams.
“Be my girlfriend.”
“What?” she breathed.
“Be my girlfriend again,” he spun and dipped her.
“Sorry. I’d be a boyfriend,” a deep, gravely voice replied, “Will you settle for second best?” The scarred face of Freddy was suddenly in Artie’s face as a smirk curled his lips.
He gasped and let go, trying to push away from him. “W-who are you?” Terror coursed through his body, “Where’s Tina?“ His eyes widened more, “W-what happened to you?” His face…it was scarred everywhere….
His smirk fell off his face and he shoved Artie down.
He gasped, eyes widening before he blinked over and over, trying to rid the sudden blurriness. “Who are you?” he repeated, louder. What was going on?
“Your worse nightmare,” Freddy growled.
Oh god, what was going on?! He heard a loud hiss and tried to look around, rubbing his eyes. He needed his glasses! “S-stay away from me!” he attempted to get up but nothing happened. No! No…no, no…he willed himself to move his legs. Nothing.
The other laughed low and cruel. “Run, run, run….”
Artie quickly bent his elbows, putting them on the floor to try pulling himself along with them.
“As fast as you can…” Freddy put the blades on the pipes and dragged them along, making sparks as it shrieked.
The noise was unbearable and Artie started to cry, moving as fast as he could. It wasn’t fast enough. Not even close.
“You can’t catch me….I’m..” He grabbed Artie, pulling him up, “The BOOGEYMAN!” he roared and stabbed his blades into Artie’s gut, ripping the flesh open.
He cried out in pain, head falling back. “S-someone help,” he gurgled, voice nearly audible as deep red blood starting coming out of his mouth.
“Too late now,” he laughed, slicing through his organs, the blood pouring out everywhere. “Goodnight.” He threw him to the ground.
Artie was dead before the impact.
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Finn threw a piece of popcorn at Kurt, smirking. The younger’s jaw set, but he bit the outburst back. Another one hit him in the face. ….another…anoth-
“FINN HUDSON, CUT IT OUT RIGHT NOW BEFORE I SMACK YOU!”
His brother cracked up, “I was seeing how long it would take before you exploded. Your face is priceless!”
“Grow. Up.”
“Nahh,” he threw another one, earning himself a classic Kurt-Hummel-glare. They were scary.
“I don’t know if you care, but Puck was killed last week.”
Finn frowned a little, “I…was just trying to have some fun…” He put the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table, laying back.
Kurt watched him and deflated with a sigh, “Sorry. Sorry, I just haven’t really slept lately. It’s making me grumpy. And the whole thing with Puck really shook me up.”
“I know, man, but we can’t just shut ourselves off from the world because of it. We still need to move on. He was one of my best friends, Kurt. You know that. It hurts that he’s gone but…we’re not gone. We have to move on little by little.”
He looked at him, blinking, “…wow, Finn, that was…insightful…surprisingly insightful. You’re right.” With a nod, he leaned forward, grabbing a piece of popcorn from the bowl. He smirked and threw it at his step-brother.
“Hey!” Finn laughed and reached out, messing with Kurt’s hair.
Kurt gasped loudly. Oh no. No, Finn knew to never mess with his hair. It took him hours to do his morning routine. More than half of that time was dedicated to the doing of his hair. He needed to make sure it was parted and facing completely the right way which meant that every. single. lock. was in place.
His brother’s eyes widened and he jumped up, leaping over the couch, “I’m sorry!”
“No, you are not!” Kurt growled, hopping up to run after him. “Get back here so I can get you back!”
“It was.…an accident,” Finn backed up then turned, running through the house as Kurt chased him.
“It was not an accident, you stupid-…you-…” he growled and grabbed for him but Finn escaped up the stairs.
“I have a phone call! Truce! This is means for a truce!” he ran into the bathroom and answered the call, “Hello?”
Kurt ran up the stairs, his nimble feet carrying him up quickly, “Finn!” When he got to the bathroom, he immediately pounded on the door, “Finn Hudson, get out of there right now so I can get you back. How would you like it if I shaved off your hair while you were sleeping, hm? Would you like that? Or maybe I’ll give you a makeover - complete with lipstick - and force you to go to school like that. Hey,” he knocked, “Come out and fight like a man, you coward! Finn-”
The door opened slowly and Kurt grabbed his shirt, “I’m going to-…” he stopped, grip loosening, “Finn?”
The other was completely pale as his phone fell to the floor with a clatter. The noise was followed with complete silence as Kurt stared at him. Why was he shaking? Why did he look like that…? Finn looked just like he’d just seen a ghost. His eyes had a strange unfocused look that made Kurt’s stomach turn over a few times as his heart kick started.
“F-Finn…”
Finn looked past him, “I-..”
“Finn, you’re scared me…” he frowned, “What is it?”
Finn’s eyes suddenly met Kurt’s and his voice cracked as he spoke. “That was Mike…….Artie’s dead.”
TO BE CONTINUED…..