A/N: Yes, another new project. You know you love it, haha! I will work on updating stuff, I promise. But seeing as I just love doing stories like this particular one, it was only a matter of time before I was prompted with a plot bunny for a Glee one. I'm a horror fanatic and my favorite locations for horror stories are hotels and hospitals. *snickers* This is the latter. I've already attempted a project with a hotel in it. But seeing as that one is actually going to be based on something, it's going to take me a while to work it. Anyway, I do hope you love my craziness of starting new stuff and now, do enjoy one of the many horror scenarios I happen to be an expert at telling. Hospitals and hotels are my special. See you on the other end. *wicked grin*

Disclaimer: I don't own our very Gleefully Glee. It would never really get this scary. Though I would totally do it if I owned it. I wish I own Darren and Chris but sadly I don't so I'll just play with their charries some more.

It was late, a little too late. The kids from the William McKinley Glee Club were late leaving the Regionals competition, which they had won. It kind of sucked a bit having to travel so far for the competition. It had originally been set to actually take place at McKinley, just like Sectionals but the location had been changed at the last minute and the time had changed as well. Needless to say, the kids were not in much of a good mood.

Since they'd been at the hall for the competition, it had started storming outside. The drive was slow, what with the driver having to squint to see where they were going. Not to mention, somewhat uncomfortable.

Kurt Hummel, countertenor for the McKinley High New Directions rested his head against the cool glass of the window. His eyes were barely open. One of his hands was wrapped tightly in the hand of the boy next to him. Blaine Anderson, Kurt's boyfriend.

Rachel Berry, as usual, still couldn't keep her mouth shut. She was chattering away to Finn Hudson, Kurt's stepbrother, who had proposed to Rachel not that long ago. Kurt thought the two of them were nuts for wanting to get married already. What the hell were they doing to their lives? Not to mention, she was ranting about how they were going to be late for the wedding now, which she had insisted they move up to that day because life was so short.

Most of the kids on the bus had been sincerely and deeply affected by the fact that David Karofsky, a former McKinley student and former tormentor of Kurt, had attempted suicide, but none more so than Kurt.

He hadn't really admitted much as too how responsible he felt for what Dave had tried to do.

He let out a sigh, thinking about going to the hospital to set things straight with the boy when they got back to Lima, which was starting to look like it wouldn't' be anytime soon.

"Hey," Blaine said quietly.

Kurt lifted his head from the window and turned to look at his boyfriend. "Hm?" he prompted.

Blaine gave his hand a gentle squeeze. "You okay?" he asked. Kurt couldn't help but smile. How did he get so lucky as to get such a caring boyfriend? God Blaine was perfect and amazing and God, he loved him so damn much.

"As long as I have you, I'll be all right," he replied. Blaine grinned at him. The two boys leant forward and kissed, lips soft and warm against each other. When they pulled apart, Kurt snuggled into Blaine, attempting to get warm. The bus was freezing from the press of the storm on the outside. Blaine wrapped an arm around him and pulled him closer.

"Mr. Schue, can we just stop at a hotel or something?" asked Mercedes Jones suddenly from her seat next to Sam Evans in the back. Mr. Schuester turned his head from the front seat to look at her.

The choir director sighed heavily. "Sorry Mercedes. But we don't have funds for that."

A voice, belonging to one Sugar Motta piped up. "I can cover a night in a hotel for all of us Mr. Schue," she said brightly.

Again, their choir director sighed. "That's nice Sugar but I really don't think your parents would approve." Silence fell over the bus. It was clear that the lot of them were kind of hoping that they could just go to a hotel. None of them really wanted to spend eternity on that bus.

About five minutes later, it seemed that they were about to get their wish. There was a noise sort of like an explosion and the bus suddenly skidded on the road, swerving in an arc and causing all the occupants to scream or shout.

"What the fuck?" That was none other than Noah Puckerman, better known as Puck to his friends. Of course, he would be the one to curse. "Learn how to drive will you?"

Santana Lopez started yelling in Spanish while her girlfriend Brittany S. Pierce attempted to pat her back comfortingly.

"Damn, my wheel is jammed, yo!" came the voice of Artie Abrams, their resident cripple, not that it was much of a problem. Artie was a cool guy but from the sound of it, the sudden jolt and swerve had jammed one of the wheels on his chair.

Mike Chang and his girlfriend Tina Cohen-Chang stood up immediately to attempt to help him. Rory Flannagan glanced at Quinn Fabray with a worried look, which the blonde girl returned.

"Is everyone okay?" Mr. Schue asked urgently. There were nods and quips of yes. "Stay here," he added.

"Mr. Schue, you can't go out in that storm!" Rachel cried heatedly. Kurt was surprised that something had for once made the diva girl forget about her damned wedding. He glanced over at her before throwing his eyes forward and gasping slightly.

"Blaine!" he cried, pointing toward the front. Blaine followed his gaze and his hazel eyes widened slightly. The front of the bus was smoking. Kurt, who's dad was a mechanic who ran his own garage suddenly felt like he should just get up and go try and help Mr. Schuester and the driver inspect the damage but he knew they would probably both try to stop him and he didn't really feel much like arguing right than.

Finn was staring out the window in the seat behind Kurt and Blaine, Rachel fuming beside him. His eyes were narrowed and suddenly, the whole bus was full of voices, arguing and shouting and worrying and wondering what the hell they were all going to do now. Finn suddenly stood from his seat. He shoved to fingers in his mouth and whistled shrilly. Everyone turned their attention to him.

"Right. There's shelter right across the street over there!" he said, pointing out the window. Kurt gazed out his window with Blaine glancing over his shoulder to see what his stepbrother was referring too. The countertenor frowned.

"That looks abandoned Finn," he said, wrinkling his nose and shuddering.

"We're also in the middle of nowhere boo," Mercedes commented. Kurt glanced at her briefly before turning his gaze back on the window.

Everyone was now crowded around their side of the bus and looking out at the place.

"What do you think it is?" Quinn asked.

"I think the more appropriate question is, what do you think it was?" Rory piped up. They all looked at each other, suddenly afraid.

It was then that Mr. Schue climbed back aboard the bus. He was soaking wet and did not look very happy. The kids all turned to look at him, waiting expectantly for word of what the verdict was on the damage.

"Sorry guys," he said. "Looks like we need a tow and unfortunately none of the tow companies are willing to come out in this whether. We're going to have to wait for it to let up."

Well, that was just perfect. Now they had two options. One, they could stay crammed on the bus and freeze to death trying to keep warm and end up getting all cramped and crowded and cranky and have no place to shower or use the restroom, meaning they'd probably have to get off the bus and piss by the side of the road or something, an idea Kurt was not looking forward to. Or two, they could get off the bus and take their chances with the building across the street. Weighing the options, Kurt decided he'd rather take his chances with that building than stay crammed on the bus.

Finn jerked his thumb toward the window again. "There's shelter across the street Mr. Schue." Almost immediately, people started protesting. No one seemed to be interested in going to the creepy abandoned place.

Kurt stood up and mimicked Finn's whistling action. "Stop it!" he spat, placing his hands on his hips. "You're all being such babies. Now, the way I see it, we can stay cramped on this bus, freeze, and have to piss at the side of the road out in the damn rain, or we can brave the storm and see if we can't get into that building." He paused. "I don't like the idea of entering any creepy abandoned building anymore than the rest of you but we don't have much choice and I'd much rather do that than stay cramped on this goddamn bus."

Silence fell among them all. Kurt did have a point. It would be agony to stay on the bus.

Kurt huffed a breath. "Now I don't know about you, but I'm going to try my luck." He held out his hand for Blaine, who slid his into it easily and stood with him. The two of them proceeded down the aisle and off the bus. It was only a few seconds before the rest of their friends followed.

No one said anything as the lot of them huddled together in the storm and ran all as one across the road, which was void of cars. The driver stayed behind, saying that he would wait with the bus until any such luck that they could get a tow truck out to it.

Kurt and Blaine were the first to reach the building, which Kurt could now tell had once been a hospital. He turned to Blaine, wrinkling his nose slightly. "Do you have a handkerchief or something?" he asked. Blaine raised one perfectly triangular eyebrow.

"A handkerchief? Really Kurt?" He shook his head but a light smile tugged at his lips. Blaine reached a hand toward the door and wrapped it around the hand. Kurt grimaced.

"Just so you know, you're washing that hand before you come near me with it," Kurt said. Blaine rolled his eyes and gave the door a sharp tug. To their relief, it swung open. Blaine's other hand was still grasping Kurt's. He tugged lightly on it and the two of them entered the building, their friends and Mr. Schue following behind them.

Once they were all inside, the door seemed to have a mind of its own and slammed shut. Tina jumped and turned at the sound, as she had been the last one in. She quickly braced her arms against the door and pushed. It wouldn't budge.

"Great. I think it's stuck now. Looks like we can't go back now if we change our minds," the Asian girl said. She laughed a bit nervously. No one was really comforted by this knowledge.

Kurt gripped a hold of Blaine's hand tighter and Blaine could tell that the taller boy was slightly scared. He didn't blame him. Thinking of his history with hospital's and Kurt's and the fact that Karofsky was currently in a hospital, it just unnerved him and he was quite sure that Kurt was feeling the same way. This was not good. They needed to get out. Though he could hardly see in the dim light, one look at Kurt's face told him he was starting to regret the decision to come to this place. But at least it had more space.

"Come on," Kurt said quietly, tugging on Blaine's hand. "Let's find a bathroom."

The two started walking forward when they were stopped by Mr. Schue. "Where are you two going?" he asked. Kurt looked back at him.

"To find a bathroom. We won't separate, I promise," Kurt replied, glancing at Blaine who gave a reassuring nod.

"Good idea Kurt," Mr. Schue said. "All right, if you have to go anywhere, I don't want you going without someone else," he went on.

Santana scoffed, dropping Brittany's pinkie and folding her arms across her chest. "Oh please Schuester. We're not babies. Like we can't handle going anywhere on our own," the Latina said, turning her head so that her long dark hair flopped over her shoulder. Brittany patted her shoulder reassuringly.

Mr. Schue sighed. "I know Santana. But you look at this place and tell me, do you really want to walk around here on your own?" Santana didn't say anything. "Thought so." He turned back to look at Kurt and Blaine but noticed that the two boys had already walked off.

Kurt was completely silent as he and Blaine strolled down a corridor. This hospital was clearly abandoned all right. Dirt and dust and grime covered everything. Cobwebs were everywhere. They occasionally passed a stray gurney or wheelchair and Kurt wrinkled his nose. He was trying not to sniff because he noticed that the place smelled awfully foul. Not to mention, it was just as cold inside as it was on the bus. But that was really no surprised. Even hospitals that were still in use were freezing. Kurt shuddered.

"You okay?" Blaine asked, looking over at his boyfriend. Kurt forced a smile on his face and nodded. Blaine squeezed his hand. "See a bathroom yet?" Kurt sighed and shook his head. "Well, there has to be one around here somewhere." Kurt nodded. He didn't really feel much like talking.

The two boys continued to walk in silence, eyes scanning the doors they passed, looking for one that said men's restroom.

It seemed to be an eternally before they finally found one, though they'd weaved in and out of several different corridors, leaving them both completely lost and knowing they would be having hell trying to find their way back.

"Finally!" Kurt said aloud, his voice echoing off the walls. Blaine couldn't help but chuckled. Kurt turned the handled on the door and pushed it open. He found himself quite surprised that the bathroom didn't look as abandoned as the rest of the hospital. Actually, it looked quite pristine and clean, as though the hospital was still running.

"What the fuck?" Blaine said and Kurt frowned at him. "Sorry," he muttered. Kurt knew that Blaine was wondering the same thing he had been. The two looked at each other.

"Let's not think about it now. Wash your hands Blaine," Kurt said, pulling him over to the sink. The other boy nodded and turned on the tap, shoving his hands under the faucet and starting to scrub them clean, relishing in the warmth of the water. Kurt couldn't help smiling at the satisfied looked on his face. "I'm just going to relieve myself. Don't go anywhere," he whispered in Blaine's ear, giving him a gentle peck beneath the lobe, causing Blaine to shiver slightly. Kurt giggled and disappeared into a stall for a moment.

Blaine held his breath, not really liking the fact that Kurt had left him, if only for a second to go to the bathroom. He let it out with a rush as he heard the toilet flush and Kurt emerged again.

"What's the matter?" Kurt asked playfully, heading over to the sinks to wash his hands. "Afraid I'd disappear on you?" Blaine frowned. Kurt just chuckled and turned on the tap. But the moment he did, he let out a sudden shriek and jumped back from the sink. Blaine's faucet was still running the warm water but his eyes were now on the sink that Kurt had just turned on.

Pouring from the faucet was something very different from water. Something that was dark, thick, and red. Something that looked suspiciously like blood!

"Hot damn!" Blaine cried. He quickly moved to turn the faucet off, watching with horror and a stir in his stomach as the thick stuff slowly pushed its way down the drain, staining the white sink red. Blaine grabbed for Kurt's hand and pulled him back over. Kurt was trembling all over. "Here," he said gently, pulling Kurt's hands and sticking them under his faucet. Kurt relaxed a bit at the feel of the warm water washing over him.

After a few moments, Blaine turned off the tap and pulled Kurt into a hug. The boy was still shaken. "How could there…be…oh Blaine," he managed to stutter out, leaning his head down and burying it into Blaine's shoulder.

Blaine did his best to try and calm him down. "Come on. Let's just get out of here. See if we can find our way back to the others." Kurt nodded and Blaine kissed him sweetly before taking his hand in his again.

The two boys left the bathroom in a bit of a huff and turned back down the corridor the way they had come. Now, if only they could remember the other turns in their path.

Kurt's shriek had been loud. Back in the entryway, everyone else had seemed to hear it. Finn had done something stupid the moment he recognized the voice as his brother's. He'd run off down a corridor with Mr. Schue calling out to him. Thinking quickly, Puck had taken off after Finn. No way was he going to let Finn get himself into some kind of trouble.

Mercedes turned to Mr. Schue. "I don't think anyone else should split up Mr. Schue." The man looked at her and nodded. "We need to find the four of them. We need to find them as a group."

"News flash Aretha," Santana spat. Mercedes glared at her. "This place is like el grande," she stated, knowing full well that she was playing on her own language but not caring. "Porcelain and the hobbit could be anywhere and for all we know, man boobs has already got himself stuck in butt-fucked Egypt somewhere. I know it's not a good idea to split up, but I think we'd have more success finding them if we did."

The others were silent for several moments. Santana unfortunately had a point.

"She's right," Sam said. "If we split up, we'll cover more ground that way."

Mr. Schue sighed. "Fine," he said. "We'll go in pairs." Sam immediately took Mercedes' hand. Santana latched her pinkie back with Brittany's. Rory teamed up with Sugar. Mike and Tina grabbed each other. Quinn and Rachel, seeing as they had learned to get along better and were on better terms. That left Mr. Schue and Artie to partner up. The boy in the wheelchair gave his choir teacher a grin. Once everyone had paired up, they set off in search of their friends.

But splitting up was probably the worst thing they could have done in this godforsaken place.

"Finn!" Puck shouted, calling after his friend. Finn turned his head, having stopped dead in an intersection. Puck caught up to him and shook his head. "Dude, not cool. Didn't we already decide not to split up otherwise?" he said, leaning over to catch his breath. Finn looked guilty.

"Sorry dude," he said, running a hand sheepishly through his hair. "But Kurt…" he trailed off as a worried expression crossed his face.

Puck raised a hand and placed it comfortingly on the taller boy's arm. "We'll find him dude, don't worry. He and hobbit can't be that lost," he said, trying to crack a joke. Finn just glared at him. Puck threw up his hands in surrender. "Whoa, okay, sorry!" he said quickly.

A sigh broke from Finn's mouth. They started walking down the corridor again. Finn decided that he would just keep going straight. It was probably smarter to not take too many turns. That way, they would be able to find their way back to the others easier.

Quiet fell between them as they walked. That was until they passed a door and something banged on it from the other side just as they walked by, causing both boys to start.

"What the hell was that?" Puck cried out, eyes wide. Finn shook his head. A voice broke out from the other side.

"Puck? Is that you?" It sounded like Kurt. Finn looked relieved and Puck patted his arm in reassurance. "Can you help us? Blaine and I kind of got stuck and the door won't open from our side anymore!"

The Mohawk boy glanced at Finn and the two nodded. "Don't worry dude, we got you!" Puck cried back. He reached out a hand and wrapped it around the handle, giving a tug. It pulled open quite easily and that was the first sign that something wasn't exactly right. It didn't pull as though it had been jammed. Puck and Finn glanced at each other their eyes met the dark space on the other side of that door.

When they saw the head leering out at them, they both stumbled back intending to run but than, they found they couldn't move. The head allowed a really creepy smile to cross its face. "Oh thank you Puck," it said in excellent replication of Kurt's voice. "Yeah, thanks to you too Finn," it went on, this time sounding exactly like Blaine. It spoke a final time. "You've made my job so much easier boys!" This time, the voice was creepy and dark and not like anyone they knew. The head broke out in laughter and again, Finn and Puck tried to run.

"Can you move?" Finn shouted to his friend. Puck shook his head. Finn had never seen his best friend look so damn scared before. "Me either!" That was the last thing the giant boy said before some unknown force grabbed hold of both boys, yanking them into the dark and the door slammed behind them.

A/N: And that's only the beginning ladies and gentlemen. But now, what has happened to our dear Finn and Puck? What will happen to everyone else? How did the head know their voices and names so soon? Ghosts seem to know everything sometimes, don't they? What would you guys like to see happen? I'm always open to suggestions and ideas. I'm never short on my own though. I have tons of situations I've used in the past for stories like this that I can totally twist into Glee verse. But I like taking suggestions and if I use something you guys come up with, I'll credit you! This author's note is getting kind of long so I'll just say my usual, reviews make me smile so leave them please! I'm going to say, if I can get at least five, I'll update this story quicker. Thanks guys! See you later!