'Twas the week before exams, Blue managed to upload a new story before hitting the books. Haha, what an intro ;)). I made this plot before I fell asleep the night before :D. I am still working on the first chapter of "Matchmaker" but I keep on forgetting the next thing I want to add in that chapter. So here it is, my new story! If I don't get more than 5 reviews, I will so not update this... which is bad 'cause I already have the second chapter in mind (Yes, I am that mean and crazy... ask my fellow writers XD)

Disclaimer: I don't own any Glee name, event or item mentioned in the story.

Note: This story is kinda AU because 1) The person I "killed" is not really dead and 2) The whole babygate never happened. The gleeks here are in their mid-30s.

It was a windy Thursday during the early morning in the residence of Rachel Berry, one of the most famous and successful singers ever to hit the big time. She was found in her luxurious living room filled with leather couches, a flat screen television, wooden carved tables and everything else fit for a superstar. This brunette was in her plain white shirt and soft pink shorts and was sitting comfortably in one of the said couches and browsing through one of her treasured photo albums. This particular book filled with her memories was her special favourite. The album contained with all her precious moments with the people she has met a long time ago... glee club.

So many captured actions from their highs and lows. One was the time when the young Finn and Puck were carrying Quinn and herself then throwing them over the edge of the pool. Another was a silly one where Mercedes was holding up a plastic but realistic toy fish right in front of a blindfolded Brittany during a Halloween party at Santana's. The following page, the first picture she saw made her heart flutter with giddy and excitement. Her close friend Quinn shot this one and gave it to her as a small gift. It was an against-the-light picture. Simple, but beautiful. The lighting was perfectly casted by two figures: one male and one female. The male was hugging her tight around her petite waist, her hands rested on his chest. Her weight was on her right leg while her left leg was bent and her toes were on the cool, green grass. Even though the light did no favours to the features of the two, she could still tell that his eyes were piercing through her own. The lighted parted thought their hair, one was long and luscious and the other was a rocker mohawk.

Before she can contemplate more on this snapshot, the phone rang. Rachel gently closed the album and leaned over to the side of the couch and reached for the telephone. She grabbed the phone with both her hands and settled it beside her before picking it up.

"Hello?" She said in a casual tone. But she began to worry when she heard heavy breathing from the other side.

"...Ra-Rachel?" It was Tina, the well-known glam-punk rocker. But it sounds like she dropped her facade this time.

"Tina? What's wrong?" Rachel started to twist the phone cord nervously, not caring if it is a unending knot.

"I-I... Well, umm... Y-Y-You see..." She started to stammer, to which the brunette did a silent chuckle but felt guilty afterwards because her friend is practically breaking down over the phone.

"C-Can I just come over?" Tina choked on a sniffle.

"Sure, I'll be waiting."

"Thanks, be there in a while." Tina hanged up before Rachel could say goodbye.

Rachel put down the telephone as she leaned back and exhaled deeply. She never heard her friend so fragile and earthly which made her more anxious as it is. She raked a hand through her brown mane and stood up as she climbed up the stairs to change into something more appropriate. She got out a black tank top, white knee-high Capri and pulled her hair in a high ponytail. She started to head downstairs and directed herself inside the kitchen. She poured herself a glass of water to try to calm her growing nerves. By the time she finished her third glass, the doorbell rang. She paced herself before reaching the door. Rachel opened the door to see not only Tina, but Kurt, Mercedes, Quinn, Santana and Brittany was with her, all looking so depressed and hopeless. Without saying anything, she ushered all of them inside and closed the door. She waited a while for their weird behaviour because she distinctly remembered that they were never this sad all at the same time. She proceeded to her living room to see each one of them looking like they were about to be shot in the head

"Who died?" She bluntly asked.

Their response was a mix of a death and a sorrowful glare.

"Did you read the newspaper?" Quinn resorted in a clam but dark voice.

"Not yet." Rachel lamely answered.

"Where is it?" Kurt said with the same amount of emotion as Quinn's.

"Kitchen table."

Mercedes took it to herself as she entered the kitchen then came back with the periodical in her hand. She forcefully shoved it in front of Rachel, letting her get it before sitting back to where she was.

"Page 3, Article B." Santana instructed her friend with grief.

Rachel flipped through the pages before finding the article. She read the title out loud. "Ex-High School Teacher, Shot At Night"

Everyone inclined their head towards Rachel as she read the headline whilst her eyes slightly widened.

"Former Spanish teacher and glee club director William Schuester," she felt her eyes watered as she read her dear mentor's name. "was found dead just outside his house at 2:39am. Officials mentioned that he was strangled against his car then was shot in the temple. Neighbours shared to the police that they heard screaming and cussing outside at night. They also heard a struggle before glass breaking. As soon as the silence approached, the anonymous neighbour rushed next door with a flashlight to see the victim's body battered, his head was bleeding excessively. The witness saw a small portion of the killer, the person had blonde hair peeping out of the cap. The neighbour immediately called 911, but was useless when he was declared dead." A pause came over Rachel as the tears started to cascade down her cheeks, much like what her friends are doing now. "Fiancée Emma Pillsbury stated that all dear friends are welcome to the upcoming funeral, a week from this Saturday. Lima citizens claimed to be in full support of Ms. Pillsbury, even if they didn't go to William McKinley High School. As of now, officials are still working on this terrible murder..."

Her voice trailed off as she didn't have the heart to continue the story. She let the newspaper slip right through her hands. She instantly dropped down to her knees and covered her now damp face. All of them gathered around her and wrapped her in a broken group hug. The tears she had were like poison against her skin, burning with hate, deceit, sorrow, and utter... lost.