AN: This is a collab with FaCeThEfAcTs, after we watched Silent Hill together. I almost shit my pants, but I am now officially OBSESSED with Silent Hill(: In a way, this is our ode to Halloween. TRICK OR TREAT, MOTHER -

Artie A: Bad Lily. No swearing.

Me: Dammit.

Artie: *hits me over the head with a frozen NY Strip Steak* o3o

Title: The Time of the Flames

Characters: Everyone, especially Kurt and Artie, on GLEE.

Pairings: Klaine, Arttany, Finchel, Samcedes.

Warnings: Violence, Language, Creepy themes...*Shivers*

Rating: T or M

Synopsis: The McKinley Glee Club drives by Silent Hill, West Virginia on the way to Regionals... and has no way to leave. *MWAHAHAAA*

Disclaimer: I do not own either Silent Hill or Glee.

**(Chapter One)**

"We've so got this! With my amazing singing and you guys as backup, the other Regionals contestants won't know what hit them!" Rachel Berry announced proudly at the front of the bus, turned around and looking back at the group. The others groaned. Santana Lopez looked downright pissed.

"Shut it, Man-Hands! We couldn't care less about you. We all know it's not you that wins these competitions. It's all of us. Now shut it, or I shut it for you," the Latina hissed. Rachel was taken aback. How dare she!

"Well, it's not my fault I'm the best!" Rachel retorted. Kurt Hummel stood up and gave Rachel his signature 'Bitch, please!' look.

"Excuse me, Berry," Kurt began, spitting her last name as if it were poison. "This isn't about you and your stupid mouth. This is about all of us. Now...SHUT UP AND SIT DOWN!" Blaine Anderson, current boyfriend of the countertenor, patted his arm.

"Calm down, Kurt..." He warned. Kurt grumbled under his breath and he sank back in his seat, not caring about Rachel's hurt expression.

"Fine. Be that way. But, when we win Regionals, we all will know it will be because of me." The Jewish girl sat back down, huffing. Her boyfriend Finn Hudson put an arm around her.

"Relax, baby," he said coaxingly. "Don't strain your voice." Finn didn't much like playing into Rachel's conceited demeanor, but he was experienced and knew she would stay mad if he didn't. Besides, he'd gotten to second base with her before... and he was willing to do anything to make that happen again. Rachel smiled and snuggled into Finn's shoulder, content that people were finally paying attention to what was important for once.

Kurt rolled his eyes. Rachel was such an ego-filled drama queen. He couldn't believe he wanted to go to NYA with her once.

"Hey, Mr. Shue, when's the next pit stop? I think we all need to let out some of this hot air," said Artie Abrams, who was becoming increasingly annoyed by the minute.

"Not for a while," said Mr. Will Shuester, sighing. Why couldn't they all get along, at least until Regionals? "I suggest you all just hang in there, because nobody's going anywhere until Regionals is over."

They were passing through West Virgina on the way to Raleigh, South Carolina. They were so close to nationals, so flipping close, and Mr. Shuester was starting to worry that they wouldn't even make it to the end of this competition without falling apart.

Noah Puckerman was in the back of the bus, sitting alone and strumming on his guitar. The sound of him humming along to what suspiciously sounded like the opening chords of "Puff the Magic Dragon" was heard by Quinn Fabray, who turned around to face him.

"Is that what I think it is?" she said playfully.

"Hey." Puck quit strumming. "Don't be hatin'. My four-year-old cousin loves this song - I can't say 'no' to those big blue puppy eyes: 'Please sing it to me!'"

Mercedes Jones was texting Sam Evans, ignoring the fact that they were sitting right next to each other. She giggled at all of the flirty messages she received, earning a confused stare from her best friend, Kurt. Brittany Pierce was explaining to Santana about how her cat had read her diary for a 5th time and was close to only giving him 4 meals a day instead of 5 as a punishment. Mike Chang and Tina Cohen-Chang were busy making out for the 3rd time that day, much to the other's annoyance.

Blaine turned to Kurt. "Bored, much?" He teased. Kurt chuckled.

"Yeah." He sighed and stared out the window. Trees zoomed by them as the bus continued to go 75mph on the highway. Blaine wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's waist, earning a surprised squeak from the said boy.

"Shall we do something...entertaining as we wait for the next pit stop?" Blaine purred in Kurt's ear. Kurt's face flushed.

"No. Not now. Later." The countertenor replied, earning a pout from the shorter boy. Kurt frowned. "Please don't use the puppy dog eyes on me!"

"I may not have another choice," said Blaine. Kurt raised an eyebrow at Blaine's behavior and turned back to the window.

All of a sudden, the radio made a high-pitched squeak, very reminiscent of what Sue Sylvester's voice sounded like to the glee club most of the time. "What the hell is that?" said Artie, muffling his ears.

"I don't know. What's going on?" said Mr. Shuester to the bus driver.

The bus driver shrugged. He reached over to turn off the radio, and the squeal ended abruptly. "Wonderful," said Rachel. "Now I can't hear the sound of thousands of hands applauding me!"

"For the love of all things holy, would you give it a rest!" said Santana, setting everyone off; mostly Rachel and Santana throwing ugly names at each other.

"Guys!" Mr. Shuester yelled. "Come on! Let's be mature about this, please!"

"WATCH OUT!" Mercedes yelled. Everyone turned to the front of the bus as the bus driver swerved to dodge a young girl crossing the road.

Everyone screamed. The bus turned in circles and crashed into a chain link fence nobody had noticed before.

Kurt groaned as he came to. A sharp pain throbbed in his head. He sucked in his breath and held his head in his hands, hoping the pain would go away. He then quickly retreated his hand as he felt something warm and sticky on his forehead. The fair-skinned boy looked at his hand, only to find blood covering his whole hand. Go figure.

Kurt looked around slowly, only to notice the front of the bus was dented, the windshield cracked and broken and the bus driver knocked unconscious. He looked around. Everyone seemed to be here and okay. He turned to his left to see Blaine starting to stir, as well as the rest of glee club. "What the hell happened?" groaned Brittany as she sat up, looking conflicted. Artie groaned and rubbed his bruised arm. Puck and Quinn were nursing their heads, while the rest still hadn't officially woken up.

Blaine turned to everyone and called out, "Is everyone alright?" There were murmurs and whines of 'Yes's. He looked to Kurt. "What about you?" He asked. Kurt smiled and kissed him softly.

"Yes, I am. Thanks," he replied. Artie looked at Mr. Shue, who had just woken up.

"Mr. Shue... where are we?" he asked. The said teacher looked out the window, only to see a sign that said:

WELCOME TO SILENT HILL