Expanding that roadtrip puckurt idea from earlier. Also, sorry for the tense changes—IDK WHAT I’M DOING ANYMORE

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They make the day trip. It was to Mansfield—almost two hours away—and because Burt is awesome, let Kurt have his Navigator back. There’s not a hell of a lot to do, for them, unfortunately. Until Kurt opens up google and finds out there’s a haunted reformatory in town.

Puck jumps at the opportunity, only able to goad Kurt (and thus Finn) into going, because he says it’ll be fun to see Finn scream like a little girl. Kurt admits it’d be pretty hilarious, and agrees. 

It’s when they’re on the tour, that Kurt starts feeling the touches along his back and arm that starts creeping him out. He numerously elbows Puck, and tells him to “Stop trying to scare me,”

“Dude, I’m all up for scaring Finn because the dudes a giant teddy bear, but you’d have my balls in a minute if it were me,” he said as he raises his hands.

Kurt huffed and rolled his eyes. “Where is Finn?” he asked as he looked around the group.

“Hell if I know—he probably wandered off somewhere and got lost,”

Kurt looked around them, “Let’s go find him,” he hissed and skulked away, unnoticed by the guide or the other guests. Noah followed obediently. 

They found him one floor up, huddled in a corner. “Finn!” Kurt snapped.

Finn was by their side in a second. “Something was calling me, and then when I got here, the door wouldn’t open, and I kept hearing my name, and then a chair was thrown at me—I want to leave,”

Kurt and Noah looked at one another. “Holy shit, dude, I think you were just haunted for a minu-,” he was cut off as a chair was thrown at the wall behind them.

“Fuck!” the two brother’s yelped simultaneously.

It took Puck all of three seconds to blurt out his darkest secret. “I watch Supernatural—I GOT THIS,” and then he’s digging around in the bag he brought, pulling salt out and making a circle around them. “Now…we’re sort of safe,” he sounds sheepish. “We can’t actually do anything unless we get an actual apparition, because who knows who this ghost is,”

“Or we could just run for our lives,” Kurt suggested, looking impatient and freaked out.

“I vote running—running is good,”

“Pussies,” Puck muttered. “Fine—we’ll run and try find the group, or the exit—this thing is pissed,” he stopped to stare at Finn, “What did you do?”

“I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!” Finn replied, covering his face, “I may have asked it if it was a ghost, and then laughed because GHOSTS ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE REAL, OKAY?!”

“STOP YELLING,” They looked to Kurt. “Okay, so what do we do if we do see an apparition?”

“Well, I’d say get iron and hit it, while running, but we don’t have iron,”

“Would a necklace be good enough?” Kurt made a face as he asked, pulling a looping necklace from his neck. “Gift from my grandmother—said it’s made out of iron and I honestly don’t know, but is it good enough?”

Noah nodded. “Okay, on three—we break the circle and run,” they nodded, steeled themselves, counted down, and ran.

They made it all the way to the truck before collapsing into nervous giggles. It was a victory laugh, Finn and Puck would argue. They were alive.

“Hey, some people don’t survive ghost attacks—we’re lucky,” Puck said as Kurt pointed out to him that they merely had to run out of the place.

“And I’m sure Supernatural taught you that?”

“Hells yeah,”

It took them two weeks to get through all 7 seasons before they set off for their road trip. They’d say they have a plan of what they wanted to do, but they’d be lying.