Hey, everyone.. This is my first Glee fanfiction in a while. I'm a huge Karley shipper, which should be fairly obvious.

This fic will be skipping around a bit in time, so make sure you know when a chapter is taking place.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. I don't own anything I may mention in this.

Summary: McKinley High goes on lockdown with Marley and Kitty stuck in the choir room together. Karley.

Characters: Marley R. and Kitty

Rating: T

TWO DAYS AFTER

The uniformed man in front of her cleared his throat slightly, his eyes alight with the prospect of her story. "Where were you stuck, Miss Rose?" He asked, his eyes bright with false sympathy. Marley sighed and brushed a stray strand of hair away from her face, her features ashen and tired.

"I was in the choir room," she said, her voice sounding surprisingly frail and weak. "I was stuck in the choir room, isn't that all you want to hear?"

The man made careful note of her statement on a big, white, official looking pad. He looked back up again, seemingly peeved. "Miss Rose, we're going to need you to cooperate," he said, his voice unforgiving and unrelenting.

Marley sighed slightly, her shoulders rounding slightly and her expression miserable. "Alright," she said, and the man seemed pleased. His pen made scratching noises on the notepad, and Marley vaguely wondered what he was writing about her. On second thought, she didn't really want to know.

She looked to the side as he continued to write, and when the scratching noises finally stopped, she looked back at him. "What time did it start, approximately?"

"I-I don't know," Marley said, and as much as she searched her mind for the correct answer, she couldn't find it. "I really don't know. Ten, about?" Her voice cracked slightly.

The man wrote a figure down without comment. "Had you ever been in the choir room before?" He asked. Marley rolled her eyes. He hadn't done any of his research.

"I had glee practice there a lot," she said, and her voice cracked again without warning. Glee. What would happen, now that, now that—she looked to the side, frantically trying to avoid crying. She couldn't cry now. She had spent her supply of tears already.

"And the girl who was with you—"

"Kitty Wilde," Marley said, her voice taking on a sharp edge. She had a name. He was going to use it.

"Right. Miss Wilde," the man corrected himself, and Marley rolled her eyes. "Was she in the choir room as well?"

"Yes." Marley said without hesitation. "She was in Glee with me."

"So you two knew each other?" The man asked.

"Yes." Marley said, her stomach twisting slightly.

"How well did you know each other?" He leaned forward in his seat slightly, obviously interested.

"Not well, really." Marley shrugged, turning to the side. "I-She hated me."

"So you weren't friends?" The man asked, sitting back and tapping his pen against the block.

"I-I don't know," Marley said, her voice growing smaller.

"How do you not know, Miss Rose?" The man asked, his voice growing stronger as Marley's grew softer.

"I just don't know!" Marley nearly shrieked, crossing her arms and looking upset.

The man scoffed slightly and uncapped his pen, writing down some notes on the block. Marley's looked down at her knees, worried. "Calm down, Miss Rose," the man said, his voice muffled slightly by his leaning down.

Marley nodded slightly, still visibly upset. She didn't care anymore. She just wanted to get this over with, get this over with and go home. Or to sleep, at least. Home was far away right now, far away and useless.

"Do you have any idea why you were stuck where you were?"

Marley rolled her eyes. Why did they need all of these details? "I don't know," she said again, feeling lame. "Fate, I guess? Luck?"

The man scoffed again but nodded, making note of her remarks on her clipboard. "I see," he said, his voice monotone.

What do you see? Marley wanted to shriek, but she restrained herself. There was no use in angering this man. He was just doing his job… she sighed.

"Were you alone in the choir room for most of it?" He asked. Marley inhaled sharply and tried to remember, her head pounding vigorously.

"No." She said suddenly. "I-I wasn't. She was there with me from the beginning."

The man nodded. "Was Glee going on at the time, or was it pure coincidence that you two ended up together?"

"It was during a passing period," she said, her entire body aching.

The man in the uniform pursed his lips slightly. "Alright." He reached next to him and shut a tape recorder off, a tape recorder that Marley hadn't even realized he was using. She took a deep breath and sighed slightly, fidgeting with the edge of her hospital gown. "That'll be all for today, Miss Rose."

She looked up at him with an almost fearful expression. "That's all for today?" She asked, her voice pleading.

"Yes." The man stood up and brushed his hand against his slacks, looking at her with an expression of near pity in his eyes. "There's a lot we need to find out about this situation, Miss Rose, and you're just another puzzle piece. We need to figure this out, and a few questions aren't enough."

Marley nodded meekly and shook his hand, not quite looking him in the eye. He left the room, the door flinging closed with a resounding crash.

A puzzle piece. That was what the man had referred to her as, that was all she was. She grimaced slightly and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. Was she really nothing but a puzzle piece, a mere tool in figuring out what a useless, terrible person had done this?

She wasn't even angry at the man himself. She knew that he had been interviewing mentally unstable McKinley kids for two days straight. He was probably tired. Hell, he was probably exhausted, but then again, so was she.

She closed her eyes, her heartbeat thudding miserably against her eyelids. She massaged her temples lightly, wishing her mother was there. She felt a sharp pain in her chest as she remembered her mother and forced the thought from her mind.

Her thoughts drifted into another direction, then another, then another. Nothing was going to be the same anymore, and Marley had both the emotional and the physical scars to prove that.

Her head felt heavy, and when her nurse came around with her evening dose of pain medication, Marley accepted it without complaint. The first time she had been administered it, she had refused outright, claiming she didn't need it. But now, the girl accepted it willingly and gladly, hoping to drown out the pain, drown out everything.

Her head gradually ceased pounding, but the pain was still there. At least the emotional one, but the toll it was taking on her body was worse than the actual physical pain. She shifted uncomfortably in her bed, the harsh fabric grating against her skin.

Marley Rose was spent. She was tired.

Her eyes flickered open one last time, and then they snapped shut and she fell into an uneasy sleep.

She dreamt of the choir room.