It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone.

It was more emotion than he had felt since he died. The smile he wore almost split his face in half.

"The name is Patches."

"You're not crazy as a ghost?"

"Oh I will be on Christmas day."

"Pardon me?"

"Oh, you don't know..."

Kurt tilted his head and stared at the man, who had died two years ago on Christmas day.

"I can't seem to remember your actual name..."

"I like Patches better anyway, draws in the ladies."

Kurt just tilted his head further and laughed. The 'Glee Club for the Dead' was a little fearful for him. He didn't know why, but his chest was constricted within itself and his heart was beating in his ears.

"You get that beating in your ears every time you're about to perform," Cassandra said, squeezing his shoulder. She had been in the school's choir twenty years beforehand, and was hit by a car two days before she was to sing in front of the school.

"Did I?"

"Yes. Don't worry, we all forget little things like that when we die."

"Hey, kiddo, do you have any idea whose toe it was that they found in the locker room?"

"No. Elisa did tell me that they talked to one of my friends and that's why they lost it."

The two who had stayed behind to talk to Kurt stayed silent, a grave sort of look crossing their faces.

"Why were you talking to Elisa?"

"She's my guide."

"Oh, you poor baby," Cassandra cooed, wrapping her arms around Kurt's neck.

"Why is that a bad thing?"

"She has this thing..." Patches started, looking up at the ceiling.

"She isn't used to being dead. She's known all over the world for her... attitude."

Kurt knew Elisa had personality issues, she was a bitch. But, as he learned, she never had a chance for the idea of being dead to truly sink in and had her second death too soon. Thus, she became bitter, hateful and lost feeling for her family too soon to be deemed healthy. She became a dark angel. The name is original yes, but dark angels use their greater powers to tie new ghosts down in a bid to 'recruit' more d-angels. Their selfish view of 'if I have to suffer, you do too' drives them to break hearts, tear souls and twist the mind without them actually realising that their eyes burned with hate and sorrow.

"Apparently Elisa is the queen dark angel, so to speak. Not so much that she leads them - just that she's the best... in a manner of speaking."

"Oh..." Kurt muttered, slipping out of Cassandra's grip. "Does everyone become... like her?"

"No one knows, none of them are angels yet or they never became angels."

'Sucks to be you.'

-:-

Kurt wanted to kick himself in the gut for having to die to discover he monumentally sucked at chess. Two and a half people, two and a half people had let go. Brittany, Mike and (sort of) Santana.

Santana, right...

"Pawn Rachel, to D-3..."

"Santana, could I talk to you?"

Ok, so maybe he wasn't so bad... for the most part at least.

"If you really have to."

"You should pass it on."

"What?"

"Look, I don't know what 'it' is, but I know you have it and you should pass it on to someone else – someone who needs it."

"Pawn Rachel to D-4, and Bishop Santana to E-5..."

'You know you sound like a dick, right?'

Rachel walked off, leaving Santana to stare at her locker.

"I know."

-:-

Courage the cowardly dog - an oxymoron, and it doesn't have any real relevance. Courage – yes, but the cowardly dog – nope, not a damn, but let us digress.

To let go, is to man up and admit. Taking the courage and will power that you keep in the back of your sock drawer for emergencies and saying to someone, or yourself, in one way or another that whoever is dead. Whether it be cutting them out of a dance, or dying your hair in front of their grave; or ramming the point down your teacher's throat.

"Santana, what can I do for you?"

"I wanted to give you something."

She sat in front of his desk and looked up at him, honestly nervous.

"Is everything ok?"

"Um... Yes, yeah. Figgins called me to his office-"

"About yelling at Azimio and Karofsky?"

"No. Well yes, but he asked about you too."

Will's mouth hung open a little, jutting up and down slightly as he tried to say something. "Why would he ask about me?"

"Will, imma gonna speak to you mono a mono here ok? You aren't dealing, no one is. Brittany and Mike did because they don't really listen to half the crap that falls out of your mouth. They just wait for the music and then dance."

"Umm-"

"I'm still talking. Every other loser in this club depends on your opinion for the most part. Quinn never used to but that baby shot her self-esteem in the head and Puck listens to you because Finn does. Don't get me started on Tall and Stumpy, Mercedes is gone, Schuester, she is a shell of who she used to be. Tina and Artie, they don't say shit, I have no idea what's going on with them, and Sam and Lauren haven't been around long enough. You're not helping anyone and I'm so not taking this shit lying down anymore!"

Santana stared Will down and he squirmed in his seat trying to think of a comeback or something to say. He hoped he would never have a war of words with Santana, because he knew no matter what she would be Germany and he would take it like France.

"Man up," she spat, pulling a book out of her bag and tossing it on the desk. "Read it, use it and then pass it on to the next sucker who needs it. Stop fucking around and actually do what you take so much credit for doing."

She stood up and glared at Will, daring him to say something.

"Don't use that tone with me, Santana" he said feebly, weakly pulling the book closer to him with his fingers.

"Later Mr Nike."

And the room practically exploded with light.

-:-

Yeah, five beers, a clipping covered book and tacky movies hadn't done shit.

If you asked at that moment, Will couldn't tell you what was in the book. But he could tell you who's it was.

"Fuck her."

Damn Germany and her ways.

Yes, six beers – to be seven – had made him only refer to Santana as Germany and himself France.

And Kurt thinks it should hurt, not make him feel anxious. Though he reasoned it didn't hurt because Will could've easily burnt the journal on the stove top, and he's anxious because Will is making the move...

Dammit.

AN: Again thank you to My-Alphabet-Soup for the beta.

I'm a sucky updater, i know. Forgive me.

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