Disclaimer: I don't own Glee
Summary: Finn loses his perception of reality and dreams. Unable to handle the monsters that come to life only to him, Finn tries to take his own life. Only Kurt is able to erase the images and save him. The problem: they only vanish when they touch. Kinn. Post Furt.
A/N: Figured I take a break from my other stuff and practice my non-existent horror/suspense/mystery skills. I usually don't write much on horror (I'm terrified of horror movies), so be nice when reviewin' :) plus I'd like to know if I should continue this or drop it lol
The First Sign of Going Nuts
It was a dream house with white a white picket fence, a luscious green lawn with roses, sunflowers and hydrangea's. There was a large oak tree by the right window with a makeshift swing and a soccer ball nestled by its roots. The house itself was painted white with a beautiful porch and a welcome mat at the foot of the door. This was the ideal family home.
That is until you notice the blood stained ax pierced into the wooded floor of the porch, the door hang on its last hinge, the rips torn into the screen door, and of course, the stray finger lying innocently on the welcome mat.
Finn was assigned to investigate the house under the panicked phone calls from neighbors.
They said they heard screams, things being smashed and a strange shrieking cry of something that couldn't be human.
As he approached the porch with his partner, he took out his gun and readied it for any possible action. From the corner of his eye he could see his partner do the same.
"Third time this week, Hudson," he said with a sad note. "What the hell's going on?"
They cautiously stepped through the slowly swinging door, their guns being their eyes for them.
The stench of death was unbearable.
As un-foreboding as the house was upon first sight, the inside was anything but.
What greeted them a few feet from the door was a decapitated body tied to a chair with cables, his head resting on his lap, the eye lids ripped off with the eyeballs permanently glaring ahead. Finn felt sick, his partner swore colorfully behind him.
The two turned to the sound and rushed from the trashed living room to the kitchen. The killer had fun in here. He or she made full use of the kitchen equipment, especially the blender, which was lying sideways on the counter. Finn was going to take a wild guess that that wasn't raspberry sauce staining the jar.
"Hummel wait," he waved for his partner to stop from lowering his gun. "Hello?"
"Help…help!" there was someone clawing at the floor behind the counter. "Help me please," she sobbed weakly.
The two cops rushed around the counter and swore in unison. She was blond, Barbie pretty, probably sixteen. And she was missing a hand, a leg, and an eye. Her cheerleading uniform was soaked through in her own blood. Finn was shocked she was still alive.
Quinn Fabray. That name rang in his head. He never met her before, but he was sure that was her name. He knelt down, pulling out his walkie-talkie while at the same time telling her that help would come. They needed an ambulance asap.
"Finn wait!" his partner grabbed his shoulder and tried pulling him back. Confused Finn looked away from his walkie-talkie in time to catch Quinn's face melting off to reveal bloody muscles and a manic grin. With inhuman strength, she shot up and reached for his neck with nine inch razor sharp claws –
He gasped and turned over his bed in surprise. His messy bedroom basked in morning sunlight felt unreal to him for the first few minutes. He still felt he had to run from danger and report to headquarters before realizing he wasn't a cop, Quinn wasn't some crazy monster, and his life wasn't in danger.
He was just plain old Finn Hudson, an average teenager with an average high school life, in little old boring Lima, Ohio.
Finn sighed in relief, sinking back in his brand new bed. It was moments like these that he loved boring.
Not a second later, his alarm clock buzzed on. He shut it off with a groan.
It was Monday. He hated Mondays.
Burt and Carole had gone ahead to work, but Kurt was in the kitchen when Finn came down. It had been about a week since they moved into the new house. There were still boxes to be emptied, the smell of new clinging to the air, and plastic wrapping and manuals on some of their new kitchen appliances. They weren't sure how they managed to get the house at such a low price. They considered themselves very lucky.
"Morning," Finn greeted to his new stepbrother, walking to the fridge with the plastic wrapping still on the handle. He pulled out the two percent milk Kurt insisted on getting, and grabbed apple jacks from the top of the fridge.
"Morning," Kurt greeted back, he was enjoying two slices of whole wheat toast and jam while reading a text from whatever class he was taking at Dalton. Finn stared at the navy blue uniform; it somehow made the other boy seem so much smaller than he already was.
"I still can't believe you're going to another school," he mumbled, sitting across from him, serving himself a bowl of cereal.
"I still can't believe you're still saying that," Kurt shot back with a wry grin, not looking up from his book.
Realizing he forgot a spoon, Finn reached behind him for the silverware drawer.
There was a green little elf with blood shot eyes and sharp teeth standing over the counter and glowering right at him.
"What the fuck!" Finn shot back, almost toppling over his chair.
"What?" Kurt looked up, startled. He looked to where Finn was gawking, but found nothing but an empty counter. "What is it?"
"There's a…with fangs and…" he looked from the elf to his stepbrother, "you can see it right?"
Kurt squinted at the bare counter, then at Finn and shook his head. "Is this a morning ritual for you?"
"No!" he peered at the elf and rubbed his eyes. The elf smirked and licked its lips. Nope, it was still there. "How do you not see that, dude? It's right there!" he was waving at it, but not touching it for fear those sharp little fangs would bite at him.
"Finn, I don't see anything!" Kurt didn't know whether to be annoyed or worried. There was a good chance that the Frankenteen was messing with him.
He'd better not be messing with him.
With an exasperated sigh, he got up and waved his hand around the spot Finn was pointing. "I don't feel anything, there's nothing there."
Finn winced when Kurt's hand went to smack the elf, but when it went through it, he blinked in surprise. "But…"
"Here," Kurt grabbed his hand and pulled it to the elf. Except the elf was no longer there. It vanished as soon as Kurt touched him. "See? Nothing…" the small teen frowned at the genuinely shocked look on Finn. The small spark of worry grew. "You were joking weren't you?"
Finn was still staring at the empty spot. He'd been so sure there was something there. He must have not been getting much sleep. He looked up at Kurt, he was giving him that odd look that basically spelled out he thought Finn was crazy. "Yeah…I was joking."
He was still giving him that look, still holding Finn's hand.
Finn didn't like that look. "I'm not crazy," he pulled his hand away.
Kurt huffed, returning to his seat, "I'm sorry, you suddenly say you're seeing things that I can't see, what else do you expect me to think?"
That was true. "But I'm still not – "
"Okay," Kurt waved him off, "you probably haven't been getting enough sleep, we've moved to a new home after all, we're still adjusting," he settled back into his book.
Finn furtively glanced back at the counter. The elf didn't return. He uneasily went back to his cereal. He was going to sleep as soon as he returned from school.
School for the most part dragged on as it usually would with its dull classes, occasional bullying and gossip. And of course the slushie to the face. Finn managed to make it through the day without getting slushied by the time glee came rolling around. He also gratefully forgot about what happened this morning.
With Kurt gone, Mr. Schue had to set up their songs a different way to survive without their diva. With sectionals fast approaching, they had to practice harder and longer to get their performance right.
Before he even reached the classroom he was attacked by a mass of silky black hair and curvy hips. He hugged his girlfriend back with a laugh. They shared a quick kiss, but when they parted he was staring at a Labrador dog face with a black wig. His face fell.
The Labrador cocked its head cutely to the side, wagging its tail excitedly. "Finn?" it said in Rachel's sweet voice.
He shook his head and blinked several times. The dog transformed back into his girlfriend, who was frowning lightly at him, through still smiling a little. "Sorry, I thought I saw…" he thought quickly, "a piece of ham on your face…"
Rachel gasped in horror, and felt around her face in a panic.
"It's gone! I guess I'm just hungry," he laughed sheepishly. Rachel pouted, but still felt over her forehead for any pieces of ham. They entered the classroom, the other members filing in behind them.
The strange creatures didn't appear all through the meeting.
The drive back home was one Finn would never forget. The new house was farther from the school in order to accomodate Kurt's distance to Dalton since he wasn't really willing to dorm after the family just got together. Unfortonately for Finn, he got lost twice getting two and from school, but eventually he remembered that his house wasn't to the left of the road anymore, it was to the right.
What made the drive unforgettable this time, though, was the random chaos going on outside. There were bears dressed up like people, walking around toting suitcases or backpacks, one even fist pounded with a giant guinea pig. There were also dragons and pterodactyls flying around houses, and knights riding their horses past his car.
Finn was more than convinced that he needed sleep, so when he got home, he went straight to bed.
They were in the middle ring of the stage, or rather, small stadium. Chasing each other while juggling bowling pins and colorful balls, their comically big red shoes squeaking funnily with every step they took.
Eventually Kurt tripped and fell, which made Finn fall over him. The crowd roared with laughter. The two clowns fumbled to their feet and really started chasing each other, running through hula hoops, cannons, see-saws, and trampolines. They fell over each other, yelling gibberish and making obnoxious noises. Finn almost grabbed Kurt's colorful wig when there was a sudden gun shot.
The two clowns looked at each other. This wasn't part of the act. A small toy car drove up from the shadows of the curtains, pulling to a stop in front of them. They looked at it curiously.
A tiny door clicked open and a huge black shoe pushed out as if the car were inflating a balloon. Following the foot was a leg, then a white gloved hand, the jingling top of a jester's hat, an eye, a nose, mouth, and then…
He was standing before them.
It wasn't one of their clowns. The Gleeful Circus focused on happy smiling clowns with colorful wigs, red noses and goofy giggles, this guy was the exact opposite. He was all black and white, with white makeup, a black highly arched eyebrow, and a black frowning mouth. The only thing colorful on him was the red teardrop below his right eye.
Finn and Kurt looked at each other, should they continue their act?
The sad clown made some weird movements with his hands, magically producing a pair of glasses. He put them on delicately, and gave the two confused clowns a smile. Finn frowned, he looked familiar.
Then the sad clown reached behind him and pulled out a pistol.
Pointing it straight at Finn.
"I can walk now," the sad clown grinned.
Finn woke with a start, his chest still in pain from the shock. Taking deep breathes; he patted his chest, feeling for blood. There was nothing but his sweat drenched shirt. Confused, he looked around.
The circus melted away, he was in his room again. And there was a giant goose standing beside him.
"Honey, you were just having a nightmare," it said before flapping its wings a little.
Don't freak out, he told himself.
The goose smiled warmly, patting his shoulder, "come on, it's time for dinner."
"Will there be fish?" he blurted out, so bewildered he didn't know what else to say. The goose gave him an odd look before laughing and shaking its head.
"Not tonight, but I can make some tomorrow if you want," she pat his arm again, and flew out of his bedroom.
That was his mom wasn't it?
Finn shakily wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, rubbing his eyes tiredly and hesitantly left his room as well.
When he entered the kitchen there was the goose sitting by the table, a bear beside it, and Kurt across from them. They were waiting patiently for him.
"Have a good nap?" Kurt asked, completely cool with the two animals at their table.
"Um…" Don't freak out. Don't freak out. "Yeah…" he cautiously sat next to his stepbrother. He couldn't help but continue staring at the bear and the goose, who were glancing at each other oddly, like he was the weird one. Kurt was looking at him strangely too.
The ex-cheerio touched his arm, "Finn?"
Immediately, the bear and goose vanished leaving behind Burt and Carole who were now looking very worried. Finn tried not to look too relieved. He let out a short laugh, "I'm fine!"
While it put everyone at ease now that he was inhaling his food as usual, they continued throwing him worried looks. Kurt especially.
All the while Finn's head was spinning. He should have gotten enough sleep from that nap, why was he still seeing things? The last time this happened he had stayed up for three days for a bet against Puck. He started seeing purple chickens flying around and his mother forced him to bed when she caught him trying to imitate them.
Those chickens didn't seem as real as the stuff he was seeing now.
He couldn't be going crazy could he? He was a healthy guy, he ate his vegetables, fiber, carbs, he exercised, he had the occasional bag of chips…well, he had to admit that most of his daily intake was junk food, but that couldn't be the reason he was starting to see things. He wasn't doing drugs either, so that was out.
What the hell was going on?
He didn't have that much of an appetite, but he ate enough to satisfy his mother. Finn glanced up at the quietly eating woman and his stepfather. As much as this was freaking him out, he couldn't tell them, they'd probably send him to a shrink, and as soon as word got out, people would start thinking he was crazy.
Besides, this was probably only a one day thing. Tomorrow everything would go back to normal. Everything would be fine.
The next day he woke up to children singing around his bed, tossing their heads to each other like some morbid version of hot potato, their blood spilling all over him.
It didn't last long. Thanks to his screams, Kurt burst into his room and held him to calm him down. The children vanished.
"What happened?" Kurt asked, pulling away now that Finn's hysterics had quieted to deep breaths and shuddering.
"I – I just had a nightmare," he slipped out of bed and hurried to the bathroom. Kurt made to follow him, but he shut the door and locked it. Rushing to the toilet he emptied whatever undigested food was in his stomach, which wasn't much.
"Maybe you shouldn't go to school today," Kurt's muffled voice called through the door, "you've been acting weird since yesterday."
"I'm fine!" and then of course another wave of nausea overtook him and he belched into the toilet again.
"Finn, you're puking, I consider that a sign of sickness," he could almost see him roll his eyes behind the door, "I'll go call the school."
The last bits of bile left his mouth and plopped into the now more than smelly water. Finn shakily reached up and flushed, resting his cheek against the cool seat tiredly.
Sleeping didn't work. He was still seeing things. They were much scarier than yesterday too. Finn shut his eyes, punching the gleaming tiled floor beneath him in frustration. Why was this happening to him?
He was losing it. He was really losing it.
He buried his face in his hands, unable to stop the quiet sobs wracking out of him.
So should I continue?