"Stop insulting my precious baby or I'll make you walk your damn self." Puck grunted. "And I don't know. I haven't listened to anything in a while."

Blaine flipped Puck off, narrowing his eyes at him before diving back into the glove box. He pulled out a couple CDs, holding them up to Puck. "Ah hah."

"But they're blank. So how do you know they'll have music on them, smart ass." Puck pointed out, lifting an eyebrow.

"That's when you put it in and listen to it. Duh." Blaine muttered, slipping one of the discs into the slot made for CDs in the radio.�"Watch the stereo not even work because this car is a piece of crap."

"Once again- I will make you walk."

Blaine rolled his eyes as he leaned back in his seat and settled his arm on the open window ledge. A pulsing began to emit from the speakers and Blaine moved his sunglasses back down to cover his eyes.�

"I think I was right when I said there might not be any music." Puck said, glancing over at Blaine cockily.

"It's part of the song," Blaine muttered as other instruments joined the pulsing, "dumb ass."

Puck narrowed his eyes at Blaine and growled quietly in his throat. "You're an irritating road trip companion."

"So I've been told."

I am starting to sense your location
You are somewhere in the attic
Looking something close to tragic
Knitting T-shirts and your mattress

Blaine tapped his hand against the window frame as Puck made a sound of disgust. "What is this crap?"

Blaine lifted his head and looked over. "It's your car. Shouldn't you know?"

"No! I just found these hidden in the console."

"I take it you don't like this music?"

"It's weird."

"I personally like it. But not that that really matters to you."

"Nope." Puck reached forward to change it but Blaine slapped his hand away.

"We're going to listen."

"I don't want to."

"It's my car."

"I have the map."

"That doesn't matter."

"I can get out of this car and take the map with me and you wouldn't be able to find your way home."

"I'm sure I could find my way back. Find the gas station we stopped at." Puck pointed out.

"I can wait till we get farther. Never said I'd let you know when I'll get out." Blaine threw right back, leaning back in the seat.

"...whatever."

"Exactly," he muttered, turning his head so he could watch as the desert moved by his sight.

I'm floating up the stairwell
With my toes grazing the cedar
Thinking softly what a tinder box we live in
And what a flammable heart I've been given

Puck had shut up, his fingers tapping against the steering wheel at a different beat than the music. Blaine picked out things in the desert, making a sort of game for himself.

He caught sight of an old lamp sticking out of the dark sand, it's lamp shade torn and faded. A torn and tattered couch that had faded to an ugly gray. A fridge buried halfway, the top door to the freezer hanging open and caked with mud and mold. A house that was nothing but piles of rubble and pieces of wood, the door the only thing standing in the mess.

It was fascinating what you could find out in the desert of the World of the Beyond. Blaine wondered how they got there. He wondered how anything got there. The only way people got there was when they decided to kill themselves, so how did everything make it down there? And why was the desert littered with trash? There were questions that bugged at Blaine as he stared out at the sand, more unique items flashing by his view.

You could be in several different places

Blaine hummed closed his eyes and let the music flow in and out of him. The mellow beat and lyrics were twisting their way into his brain and reminding him of times in the World of the Living. He missed music. The way it used to calm him. Since he had made it to the World of the Beyond he hadn't listened to any music, except for the bands at the bar and they shouldn't even be considered as playing music.

He remembered times at school with his choir. All his friends. He loved being popular. Loved being the lead. He missed it.

He opened his eyes and looked back out at the barren land.

But this was his life now. It's all it'd ever be.

He sighed and turned to look out the windshield. To watch the road fly by.

I am sensing your location

Blaine could see something off in the distance. "What is that?" he muttered, leaning forward in his seat.

Puck looked over at Blaine with a cocked eyebrow before looking at what Blaine was looking at. "What is that?"

Blaine watched the object, feeling as Puck picked up speed. As they got closer Blaine could see it was a figure standing on the side of the road. They were walking with their back to Blaine and Puck. "It's a person..." Blaine murmured.�Puck went faster, catching up to the person quickly. Blaine looked out his window as they passed the them. "Stop!" he yelled, reaching out, and grabbing a hold of the steering wheel to swerve them to the side of the road. A puff of dirt surrounded the car and Blaine coughed as Puck turned off the car.

"What the fuck was that for?" Puck yelled at Blaine, waving his hand in front of his face to rid the air of dust.

"They were holding out their hand. Hitch hiking." Blaine said, moving to open the door.

"I really hope you weren't like this in the living world because you probably would have been raped by now."

Blaine threw a look at Puck as he got out of the car. He ran his hands through his curls as he looked up to see the person watching them. He began to jog over to them, waving as he got closer. "Hey!"

The person was a man- no. More of a boy. He looked to be Blaine's age. He was tall and lean, his long legs covered by torn dirty jeans.�Dusted over low top Converse were on his feet. His hands had been shoved into the pockets of the dark green bomber jacket that hid the graphic shirt behind it. He removed a hand from his pocket and shielded his eyes to watch Blaine jog up. When Blaine stood before him, his eyes- the color of the ocean- raked over him, and he gave a soft sound of approval. "Hello."

Blaine bit his lip as the melodic voice reached his ears. It was the most beautiful sound in the world and he was floating on the soft sound of that one word. He held out a hand, "Blaine."

Kurt looked at his hand for a moment before reaching out and clasping his hand, giving it an abrupt shake. "Kurt."

"And I'm Puck." Puck said, walking up to them wiping his hands on his shirt. "Now, if you'll excuse us. We have to get going." He muttered the phrase through gritted teeth, eyeing Blaine.

"Ignore him. I do. So. Are you looking for a ride somewhere?" Blaine asked.

Kurt sighed and ran his tongue along his lips. "Yeah, actually. Where are you guys headed?"

Both boys stopped and looked over at each other, working their jaws and neither coming up with an explanation. Truth be told, they had no idea. "We're- um- headed. Up?" Puck threw out and Blaine smacked his arm. He winced and whined, rubbing at the skin.

Kurt was watching them with a smirk, one of his elegant eyebrows raised Fuck, Blaine internally sighed as he looked over at the boy. How was someone so attractive? "You two have no idea where you're going do you?"

"Uh- um- ye-" Puck began.

"No. We have absolutely no idea," Blaine finished, nodding towards Kurt.

"Fascinating. Well, neither do I. So maybe that's a good thing." Kurt murmured, shifting his weight to his other leg.

"Do you want to join us? I mean- we're just driving to places." Blaine finally fumbled out.

Kurt looked around them and looked at their car, seeming to be considering everything for a moment. Puck was restless beside Blaine, his hands twisting together before he finally snapped his arms across his chest. "Sure."

Blaine almost missed his answer as he was glaring at Puck, but he looked over at Kurt quickly. "Awesome."

"Yeah. Awesome." Puck muttered, turning and throwing his hands up as he walked back to the car. Blaine fidgeted for a moment, his hands slipping into his pockets for a moment as Kurt watched him curiously, before he moved his hand and gestured to the car.

"Well, we should go now."

"Yeah..." Kurt chuckled, as he followed Blaine to the Rabbit.

I am starting to sense your location
In an old abandoned mansion
In the country side of England
Spirits trapped inside the linens

Everyone settled into the car and Puck started it again, pulling onto the highway. Kurt sat in the back, going through the bag he had with him, before closing it and setting it on the floor. Blaine watched him in the review mirror, fascinated by the boy back there. Kurt leaned back in his seat and crossed one leg over the other, bringing his hands up to look at his fingers.

"So where are you going?" Puck questioned from the driver's seat.

Kurt's eyebrows raised when he noticed he was talking to him. He uncrossed his legs and leaned forward so his head was between the two seats. "No where in particular. I'm looking for something."

"And that would be?"

"I don't know."

"How can you be looking for something and not know?"

Kurt shrugged, "I'm quite new here. I don't know where everything is."

"You're new here?" Blaine asked, turning in his seat to look at him.

"Yeah. Only a couple weeks. I've been walking since I arrived." Kurt said, pulling his lip between his teeth.

"So you have absolutely no idea what you're looking for?" Puck wondered, confused.

"Well, not exactly. I don't have absolutely no idea." Kurt let go of his lip an sighed. "I heard rumors of the people who run the World of the Beyond."

Puck's face scrunched up as Blaine made a sound of disbelief. "People who run the World of the Beyond? I really do doubt that there's a group of people who run this whole world. I mean... Just think about it?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "You aren't the first people to find this entire thing ridiculous. But someone was talking about people in white who run this. Who could help certain people. They call them the PIC. The People In Charge."

"What does this have to do with anything?" Puck muttered.

"I'm looking for them."

Blaine's eyes widened. "How exactly do you expect to find them?"

Kurt shrugged again. "I have no idea. But I know they have to be around here somewhere."

"And why exactly are you trying to find these 'People In Charge'?"

"Because. I believe my death was an accident. I wasn't supposed to die. And I want to see if I can go back to the World of the living."

Blaine's eyebrows knit together, confusion sweeping across him. How could a suicide be a mistake? Many people regretted it, but no one ever called it a mistake and tried to go back. Blaine looked Kurt over, seeing now just how different this boy was.

And you're feeling quite at home there
Also feeling somewhat lonely

"I'm taking it that you don't like the World of the Beyond." Puck said.

"Who does? I mean this place sucks ass. Who likes to live in a world where you can't smile or feel anything?" Kurt said, falling back against his seat. "Not to mention how fucking hot it is. I hate it here."

Puck rolled his eyes. "You and Blaine think the same way. It's annoying."

"It's because he's a sensible person. No regular person would like to live in a world like this. No one."

Blaine nodded, smirking as he looked over at Puck.

No one sees you in your pixelated fishnets
And your black and orange barrettes

"So what about you guys? I doubt two teenage boys decided to just drive around this boiling desert." Kurt asked, crossing his leg over the other again.

Puck pointed over at Blaine, "It's all him."

Blaine caught Kurt looking at him in the review mirror. "So?"

Blaine fidgeted and cleared his throat. "I-I'm trying to find my ex-boyfriend."

"Boyfriend, huh?" Kurt murmured from the backseat.

"Yeah... I killed myself because of him after we broke up. And I just found out that he offed himself like a month later... So I'm trying to find him."

Kurt scoffed. "And how do you expect to find him?" Kurt shot out, looking pointedly at Blaine, shooting back his own words.

Blaine leaned over his seat and met Kurt's eyes, his heart skipping a beat when his blue eyes met his. "I have no idea. But I know they have to be around here somewhere." A cocky look took over Blaine's face again and Kurt narrowed his eyes at him.

"You're smart. I like you." Kurt observed.

Blaine laughed humorously as he sat back in his seat and widened his eyes.

His heart was still beating fast, his chest tight.

Maybe it was a bad idea to pick this boy up.�

But I know they have to be around here somewhere