Disclaimer: Glee does not belong to me.

A/N: This is... uncharacteristically scary for me. Soo... there you go. I was just in that kind of mood. And this came out of it. I hope you enjoy it.

It stands in the corner, hidden by the dark. At first, he thinks it's Finn. It's tall, but not impressively so. It's broad; the shoulders hunkered down on its large frame. It limbs look like branches, the long arms and legs sticking out at strange juts and corners. Then it moves, and he realizes that it doesn't have a face.

It does, but it doesn't at the same time. It has the shape of a face, harboring no features but two large pools of black that he assumes are supposed to be eyes.

It's dark in the room, the moonlight pouring in from the open window being the only source of light. He wants to see the thing clearer, but he doesn't want to disturb Blaine, who is sleeping soundly next to him. He attempts to wiggle out of the boy's grasp, but Blaine senses his worry and holds tighter, burying his face in his neck. He almost groans in annoyance, but then he remembers the thing in his room. He turns to look at it again, and it moves.

It glides across the floor silently, moving at a scary speed. It doesn't hover over the ground, but it doesn't walk either. Its feet aren't really feet, its legs just sort of end. And yet they don't. That scares him more than the fact that this thing is coming towards him.

And he can't scream.

He tries, but it clogs in his throat. He knows that it isn't his fault; this thing isn't letting him. It knows that Blaine would surely wake up if he were to scream, and it wants to make sure that doesn't happen.

He pleads with his eyes, silently asking this thing what it wants. The being doesn't respond, it probably can't. It doesn't have a mouth, just the empty face with the large eyes. Still, he feels that if it did have a mouth, it'd be smirking right now.

It's in the middle of the large room now, just standing there. It doesn't come any closer, but it doesn't retreat either. A cool breeze blows the curtains around the open window, the billowing cloth bending and twisting into different shapes.

He sees a figure in the curtain, a long arm reaching out. Like a branch. He blinks once and it's gone. Instead, in its place, a face stares at him. He tries to scream again, but finds that he can't. When he looks back again, it's all gone and the only shapes in the floating curtains are random and are in no distinct shape.

Blaine still sleeps soundly, not sensing his boyfriend's fear or the mysterious supernatural being standing in the middle of his bedroom. If anything, he sleeps heavier.

The figure moves silently again, gliding across the floor. It stops at the end of the bed, its dark eyes bearing straight into his very soul. Its head tilts, almost in confusion. It doesn't move for what feels like ages. Eventually a long, spindly arm reaches out, the fingers dancing across the blankets.

The breeze stops rolling, the curtains fall to lie over the windowpane. Blaine sighs in his sleep, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm along with the stead beat of his heart. His boyfriend's own heart races in fear and adrenaline. He still can't make a noise, his voice box refuses to work. His eyes are wide, the blue-green-grey mix shining in the moonlight. He's terrified.

The hand has almost reached him. He wishes he could move, but both fear and Blaine's tight grip around his waist restrict his movements. He opens his mouth, a silent cry muffled by the spell this thing has put over him. It stretches across the large bed, its long arms grasping air.

Only when the hand finally touches his chest does Kurt find the ability to scream.

A/N: I'm not sure if I want to continue or anything. I won't put it under the complete category until I've decided. *shrug*

What do you think?

lessthanthree,

Max