A/N: So, you guys rose to the challenge and got me at least five reviews for the first chapter. So here's your reward! Chapter two! I'll likely be updating something else tomorrow. xD Just so you know, I have no idea what kinds of things will happen in this lovely story. They'll just happen as I write them and whatever scenarios play out, will play out. But thanks so much for your support and I'm glad you are all enjoying it so far. I hope chapter two is worth it to you guys! And again, if you want to give me suggestions for things you'd like to see happen, I'm open to them!

Disclaimer: We all know I don't own Glee, or Chris or Darren, which sucks. But I do own this plot and my self-proclaimed excellency at writing hospital stories! Also, I own the ghosts. Yeah. *coughs*

"Well, that settles it," Blaine said flatly as he and Kurt entered yet another unfamiliar yet familiar intersection. "We are hopelessly lost." He threw his hands up in exaggeration and Kurt bit his lip. He was starting to hate this place more and more and wondering if it might have been a smarter idea to have everyone search for bathrooms as a group.

Kurt started pacing, dropping his hold on his boyfriend's hand. Blaine watched him, barely taking in their surroundings.

The intersection they were in was marked on the corner by a nurse's station. Dust, dirt and cobwebs covered the top of it. And Blaine could just make out the fact that there were a few old abandoned folders stacked on the corner. For the most part, he kept his eyes on Kurt, who was still pacing.

That was until they heard it. A loud blast ripped the air and Kurt grabbed Blaine as the two of them were both suddenly thrown backward, landing hard on the floor. Kurt groaned.

"What the Gaga was that?" Kurt asked, attempting to pick himself up from the ground. But Blaine was not looking at him. His eyes were staring wide at something. "Blaine?" Kurt questioned, watching his boyfriend scuttle a bit backwards on his hands. He waved a hand in front of Blaine's face but the shorter boy didn't react. Wanting to know what the heck was getting to him, Kurt turned his eyes in the direction his boyfriend was staring.

He froze.

The wall behind the nurse's station had a round hole in it. The hole was both smoking and covered with a substance that looked like blood and…dare Kurt think it, brain matter.

"Oh my Gaga!" he spat. Finally Blaine seemed to snap out of his trance. He quickly turned to look at Kurt, scrambled to his feet, yanked Kurt up, and took off running down the corridor, Kurt flying behind him.

Blaine continued to run until the two of them found themselves at a dead end. Only than did he stop running. Both boys leant over in an attempt to catch their breaths.

"What…the…hell…was…that?" Blaine choked out suddenly. Kurt was heaving with the effort of catching his breath. He shook his head, not having an answer for his boyfriend. Both of them were wondering the same thing. Where had the gunshot come from and how had it made that mess on the wall? As far as the two boys knew, they were the only ones that had been in that location. Hell, they and the rest of New Directions and Mr. Schue were the only people in the entire building. At least, that was what Kurt thought.

Silence passed as they continued to catch their breaths and Kurt rubbed his shoulder. "You almost pulled my arm out if its socket Blaine," he said finally. Blaine gave him an apologetic look.

"Sorry love," he said. Kurt smiled weakly.

Kurt was silent for a moment. "Blaine?" the other boy looked at him. "Do you believe in ghosts?" he asked. Blaine stared at him wide-eyed, apparently taken aback by the question.

A sigh broke from the other boy's mouth and he ran a hand over his gelled hair before slipping it back into Kurt's and squeezing. "Honestly?" he asked. Kurt just looked at him. "I'm not sure anymore."

It was Kurt's turn to sigh. Blaine had a point. He himself hadn't really been much of a believer but what with the blood running in the sink and the gunshot from nowhere, he wasn't really sure. Though those were just two little things. He couldn't really base an opinion on that right?

Blaine started walking again, snapping Kurt out of his thoughts. They were now really lost. The first floor alone was huge. They walked back the way they'd run, turning the first corner they came to, neither really wanting to go back to that intersection, though Kurt was quite sure they wouldn't have been able to find it anyway. But who knew?

Quiet. For once it was kind of a comfortable silence. Every so often Blaine would squeeze Kurt's hand that sent a wave of reassurance flooding through the older boy.

What was going to happen now?

They rounded a corner and came to a stop. There was a wheelchair sitting at the very end of the corridor they had just stepped into. From their spot, it appeared that someone was sitting in it and both of them had the same thought.

"Artie!" they cried at the same time. But the person in the chair didn't move. Kurt and Blaine glanced at each other. There was no way the boy hadn't heard them. Something was off.

Keeping his hand wrapped tightly around Blaine's Kurt crept forward, moving them ever closer. He was not going to risk letting go of Blaine's hand. Hell knew, whatever was here, if anything, might try to separate them in that case.

"Kurt?" Blaine asked with a waver in his voice. "Are you sure about this?" Kurt just glanced back at him and tapped a finger of his free hand to his lips. Blaine shut his mouth.

Closer and closer they came until they were right up behind the wheelchair. Kurt tentatively reached out a hand. "Artie?" he asked quietly, as his hand dropped onto the shoulder of the occupant. But in the next split second, he'd withdrawn it quickly and both boys had jumped back. The head of the occupant had flopped backward, revealing a rotting skull, which appeared to have a cockroach crawling out of one of the eye sockets. Kurt's stomach twisted in knots and he turned quickly, emptying its contents on the floor behind him.

Blaine took several deep breaths, attempting to not mimic his boyfriend. Kurt ran a hand over his mouth, dry heaving after retching. Blaine tugged on his hand and started pulling him off in a different direction.

"Who the hell would leave a rotting skeleton in a wheelchair?" Kurt managed to choke out as the two boys walked quickly away from the scene. Blaine shook his head.

"Not a clue. I don't like this place Kurt. I'm starting to wonder if we should have just stayed on the bus anyway," his boyfriend replied. Kurt looked at him, nodding only after a second.

"I hear you. Damn me and my logical mouth," he said, shaking his head. Blaine stopped and brought his other hand up to rest on Kurt's shoulder.

"Hey," he said. "Don't be down on yourself. You didn't know what was going to happen when we got here." Kurt just looked at him. "Really Kurt, it's not your fault, okay?" Kurt sighed, raising his now free hand to clasp the one Blaine had resting on his shoulder. This was nuts. Really nuts.

The two of them just stood there for a moment. Blaine raised his hand and moved it from Kurt's shoulder to his cheek, brushing his thumb across it lightly and causing a small smile to cross the taller boy's face. He smiled back at him. Kurt really was so beautiful, even after having just vomited at the sight of a dead body.

Just than, Kurt's cell phone buzzed in his pocket causing the boy to jump. "Oh my God!" he shouted. Blaine gave him a look. Kurt quickly pulled the phone out of his pocket. "Blaine, our phones! We could use them to contact the others!" he said. Blaine let out a sigh of relief but it only lasted a moment for Kurt's sudden enthusiasm dropped as he stared at the phone.

"Kurt? What is it?" he asked. Kurt looked at him and than held the phone out to him.

I'm watching you. The text was from an unknown number. Blaine just stared at it, eyes wide. Who the hell was watching Kurt? Or were they watching both of them? Sure, it wasn't that bad a question but something else wrote fear across Kurt's face.

"Blaine?" he questioned. Blaine looked up from the phone back to Kurt.

"What is it Kurt?" he asked quietly.

"I just remembered," Kurt said, swallowing heavy. Blaine looked at him questioningly. "I turned my phone off before we performed at the competition tonight. I…I forgot to turn it back on," he said, voice very quiet. Blaine just stared at him.

After a moment, his boyfriend was able to get out just one question. "You mean its been off this whole time?" Kurt nodded and both boys stared down at his phone in fear.

Sam and Mercedes were standing in front of a flight of stairs. "Do you think they went up a floor?" Sam asked. The girl looked at him and lifted an eyebrow before shaking her head.

"No. I'm sure there would be a bathroom on this floor somewhere." Sam nodded. Mercedes was right. What reason did Kurt and Blaine have to go up the stairs? "Well," she suddenly continued. "Kurt and Blaine are probably still somewhere on the first floor. But who knows about Finn and Puck?" she asked. Sam turned his eyes back on the stairs.

After a moment of silence, he waved his free hand at the staircase. "Well, I think Finn might have gone up without thinking. We should check the second floor," he said finally. Mercedes just looked at him for a moment and sighed, giving her head a short nod.

"Yeah, okay white boy. But I'm really worried about boo and his dapper boy," she admitted. Sam nodded, understanding what she was getting at. As much as she cared about Finn and Puck, Kurt was still Mercedes' best friend and he would always be her first priority. But she was probably thinking that if they found Finn first, he'd be good to break Kurt out of whatever danger he had gotten into. Hell, they had no way of even knowing if Kurt and Blaine were still together.

The two of them looked at each other for a moment before slowly starting to traipse up the stairs, hearing creaks as they went. But as they climbed, something very strange happened. The stairs seemed to be…cleaning up, like they were renewing themselves before their eyes.

"What the hell?" Sam asked suddenly. They stopped partway up the flight to the second floor. "Do you hear that?" he asked, turning to look at Mercedes. She nodded.

"What is it?" she asked. Sam shook his head.

"No idea. But it sounds almost as if…" He couldn't finish the thought. Mercedes knew though, what he had been about to say. He had been about to say that it sounded as if they second floor was still in working order. Both of them stayed still on the stair before a new sound met their ears. This one sounded like running.

Both of them held their breaths as feet pounded down toward them and around the corner came…

"Finn!" Sam shouted suddenly, urging Mercedes to go up the stairs but she stood stock still where she was. "Mercedes?" he asked looking back at her. Her eyes were fixed on Finn. Sam quickly turned his eyes back to the boy and it only took him a moment to realize why Mercedes hadn't moved.

Finn's expression was emotionless. His eyes were blank and staring. His hands were dropped to his side. And then, another set of footsteps rounded the corner in the stairs and Puck came to a stop beside the other boy. He too was wearing an emotionless expression and his eyes, like Finn's were blank and staring.

"Hello Sam. We want to invite you," Finn said, seeming to stare straight ahead. His voice was sort of vacant and echo-y. Mercedes looked at Sam. "But only you Sam. They don't want the girl," he went on.

"No, they don't want Mercedes," Puck said, voice in that same odd tone of Finn's. Sam let go of Mercedes' hand and wrapped his arm around her instead. "Come on Sam…" Puck started.

"You know you want to come with us," Finn finished for him. Suddenly, both boys turned their heads and their eyes locked directly on Sam's. Sam froze, tuning out everything around him. Within seconds he could no longer hear Mercedes shouting his name or feel her tugging on his arm.

Fear gripped the girl and she looked at Puck who was now turning his attention back on her, a slight smirk crossing his empty face. "We don't need you. Not yet they said," he said. Mercedes became wide-eyed and the fear she was feeling suddenly grew more intense. Puck lifted a hand and waved it with a swish through the air. The next thing Mercedes knew, she was being lifted off her feet and sent tumbling back down the stairs.

The girl screamed as she hit the floor at the bottom, feeling a dull ache run up through her body. Something was seriously wrong with Puck and Finn. They weren't themselves. But when she managed to raise her head, Sam had finished the climb and joined them. Finn and Puck stared down at her before turning and rounding the corner in the stairs again, Sam following behind them, seemingly oblivious to Mercedes' calls of his name.

And then, she was left alone.

"Rachel, did you hear that?" Quinn said as she came to a stop. Rachel stared at her wide-eyed before nodding her head. Quinn swallowed.

"That sounded like Mercedes Quinn," Rachel said quietly. Again, Quinn nodded. Both girls knew that something really weird must be going on here. Had Mercedes and Sam met the same thing that Kurt and Blaine had earlier? Or more like, had just Mercedes met what Kurt had met? Surely Blaine would have shrieked too if he had met it with Kurt right? God, that was confusing to think. And it put a terrible thought in their minds. What if Kurt and Blaine had been separated.

Quinn took a breath and continued walking, eyes darting everywhere. Rachel stayed close at her side, wondering what the hell was going on in this place. "Rachel?" Quinn spoke finally, turning her head to look at the girl. The hobbit girl looked back at her. "You don't think something bad has happened to Kurt and Blaine, do you?"

Rachel turned her eyes back to face the end of the corridor, breathing deeply. She wasn't sure how to answer that.

They approached a corner and turned it, eyes finding a sight that gave them a sense of relief. Two familiar boys were standing halfway down the corridor. One had his cell phone in his hand and both seemed to be staring at it wide-eyed.

"Kurt! Blaine!" Rachel cried suddenly. Both boys jumped and looked up. "Oh thank God!" Rachel shouted. She and Quinn sprinted for them, launching themselves into their arms in turn, hugging both boys tightly. "Are you all right? Kurt, we heard you shriek!"

The two boys exchanged a look. "I'm fine Rachel," Kurt said in a shaky voice. Rachel and Quinn looked at each other. Something had to have happened. "Blood…blood came out of the faucet in the bathroom." Quinn looked like she was about to be sick and Rachel paled, an odd look to her usually tan skin.

Quinn took a few deep breaths before shaking her blonde head. "When we heard you shriek, Finn took off on his own and Puck ran after him," she explained. Kurt and Blaine stared at her with wide eyes. "The rest of us than split into pairs to look for all four of you. Rachel and I, we just heard Mercedes scream."

Quiet passed between the four of them for a moment before Blaine finally spoke.

"God Kurt. Whatever's going on here, it's after all of us," he said. Rachel and Quinn just looked at him.

"What are you on about Blaine?" Rachel asked. Kurt sighed and ran a hand over his face, nodding for Blaine to go on.

"Kurt and I left the bathroom and tried to find our way back to you guys," he started, squeezing his boyfriend's other hand. Kurt had repocketed his phone finally after staring at it for some time. "We got lost, came across an intersection with a nurse's station." He glanced at Kurt who nodded again. "Than we heard a blast." Quinn and Rachel stared at him in surprise. "It knocked us both backward to the floor and than, when we looked…" he trailed off and Kurt jumped in to pick up the slack.

"There was a bullet hole in the wall behind the desk. It was smoking and smattered with…well," he swallowed. "Blood and what looked like brain matter." It was Rachel's turn to nearly get sick.

Quinn just stared at them in surprise. Blaine picked up again. "So I scrambled to my feet, pulled Kurt up and ran like the wind. At that point, I didn't care where we went, as long as we got away from there."

Both boys took a breath and Kurt continued. "After we'd caught our breath," he said, pausing before deciding to leave out the question about ghosts. "We started walking again. We rounded a corner and saw someone in a wheelchair sitting at the end of the hall. We thought it might have been Artie." Kurt's voice wavered and he shook slightly. Blaine squeezed his hand again and pecked him on the cheek. Kurt looked at him gratefully.

"But it wasn't," Blaine said. "It was a rotting skeleton sitting in a wheelchair. There was cockroach crawling in one of the eye sockets." Both Quinn and Rachel looked severely disgusted. And Blaine went on. "We started away, wanting to get away from it and then…" He trailed off again.

"I got this," Kurt finished, fishing his cell phone out again and handing it to Rachel.

Rachel and Quinn glanced down at the text, eyes growing wide. But than Rachel realized the most disturbing thing.

"Kurt, your phone is off," she said so quietly, it was a whisper. That was really odd coming from someone as loud and talkative as Rachel Berry. Kurt nodded, taking his phone back and slipping it into his pocket again.

"I know Rachel," he said. "We don't know what happened."

Now the four of them were all gripped with fear, complete fear. Rachel grabbed Kurt's free hand and indicated for Quinn to take Blaine's, which the blonde girl did without question. Taking a breath, she nodded her head with a slight jerk. "Well, I think the four of us should stay together from this moment on." No one protested.

All of them breathed deeply and started off down the corridor.

"Brittany? Brittany where are you?" Santana shouted, looking around frantically. Great, this was not good. They were supposed to stick together. But one minute, Brittany was there and the next…

The Latina wasn't about to admit that she was really scared shitless. She was standing in what had to once be the cafeteria. There was no sign of her blonde girlfriend anywhere. This was one of those rare moments when Santana cursed the fact that Brittany was easily distracted. Usually, she thought it was cute. But when getting easily distracted caused them to get separated when they were meant to stick together, she didn't think it was so cute anymore.

"Brittany this isn't funny!" The girl stamped her foot and turned on the spot. There was no sign of her girlfriend anywhere. Damn. What the hell was she going to tell Schuester if he found out that she'd lost Brittany? They already had to search for four of their friends to begin with!

A frustrated sigh broke the Latina's mouth. That was when she heard it, a giggle that sounded quite like Brittany.

"Brittany?" she questioned. The giggle rang out again and Santana started heading in the direction of it. It sounded like it was coming from the kitchen area. She slowly started walking back into the unauthorized kitchen of the cafeteria. "I swear, if you're playing hide and seek…" she said, trailing off.

She paused, standing in the middle of the kitchen. The giggle sounded again, rather very loud now and Santana turned her head to the right, where it sounded like it was coming from. A door stood slightly ajar.

"Come on Sanny! It's fun!" the giggle said, turning into words. Those definitely sounded like Brittany words. Santana heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that she probably shouldn't be letting her guard down.

Increasing her pace, Santana crossed the kitchen to that door and reached out a hand, pulling it open. The dim light from the kitchen revealed that it was a pantry. She stuck her head in. "Brit, you in here?" she asked. But she couldn't see the whole room and wondered if the girl was hiding out of her sight, in a place that meant she would have to enter.

The giggling came again, sounding very much as though it were coming from inside the room. Santana craned her head, sticking it in further.

Suddenly, she felt the pressure of two hands on her back and the next thing she knew, she was flying forward into the pantry. She crashed to the floor just as she heard something slam the door shut behind her.

"What the hell?" she cried, letting off obscenities in Spanish. She jumped quickly to her feet and charged at the door. She banged on it and pushed at it and pounding it flat but no matter what she did, it wouldn't budge. If she had any hope of getting out of this pantry, she'd have to wait for one of her friends to hopefully wander into the kitchen. The likelihood of that happening was slim to none.

And the last thing that crossed her mind, what had happened to Brittany? All she could do was stare into the dark in fear.

A/N: Dun dun dun! Oh dear! Santana's locked in a pantry! Yay for Rachel and Quinn finding Kurt and Blaine! Now they have each other. Doesn't mean they'll stay together. *coughs* What the heck happened to Finn and Puck? Do you think it was really Finn and Puck, or was it the ghosts playing a trick on Sam and Mercedes to lure Sam away to wherever the real Finn and Puck have gone? And where oh where is Brittany? Review with your thoughts! Especially since I don't even know the answers to these questions yet! They will answer themselves when I write them! Reviews make me smile, suggestions are always welcome! Happy reading! I may or may not get another story updated tonight. Don't think so though. We'll see.