THIS IS MY NEWEST GLEE STORY! TAKING PLACE IN SEASON 3 AND WILL BE VERY AU.
PLOT-KURT IS SICK OF EVERYONE GETTING SOLOS WHEN HE DOSN'T. SO HE'LL HAVE TO STEAL THE SPOTLIGHT.
CHARACTERS-Kurt, Blaine, Rachel, Finn, Puck, Tina, Santana, Brittany, Mike, Mercedes, Artie, Rory, Sam, Quinn, Will and Sue
RATED M FOR CHARACTER DEATH AND LANGUAGE. YOU DON'T LIKE, LEAVE NOW.

CHAPTER 1 - Unfair

It was a normal day at William McKinley High School, and the New Directions were ready for practice. Mr. Schuester walked up to the front of the room to tell them his ideas. "OK, Guys!" He said, clapping his hands together. "Time to get ready for regionals!" Rachel's hand immediately flew up and everyone groaned. Rachel looked at everyone and then went back to the subject.

"Mr. Schue, I have a great idea!" Rachel said. "We should try Defying gravity again!" Kurt faked a cough to get some attention. "We should." He said, smiling. "But this time, with me singing." Rachel giggled, remembering the first time they sang. Kurt glared at her. "Sorry, Kurt, but I don't think so." Mr. Schue replied. "I will give-" Tina stood up. "No." She said. "Stop giving in to her!"

Mercedes crossed her arms. "Yeah, she always threatens you unless she has a solo." Mercedes added. "I want a solo." Everyone joined in, saying they wanted solo's until Will yelled, "STOP!" And everyone was quiet. "I know you all want solos but not everyone can have one." Everyone grunted. Kurt suddenly stood. "Then when can I have one?" He asked. "I've waited THREE years. That's too long!"

"Kurt, come on." Blaine begged, pulling his boyfriend's arm. "NO! I've waited so long and I still can't have-" Mr. Schue then exploded. "ENOUGH, KURT, I WILL SEE YOU IN FIGGIN'S OFFICE!"

It was 7 PM, and Will had to get home to Emma. He had to stay after to grade papers. He started walking towards the doors and then saw the chains. He tried pushing the door, but the chains held it up. "Hey, let me out!" He yelled. He ran to the other exit, but that one was locked as well.

"Damn, My keys are in my office." Mr. Schue yelled. He ran to the choir room and sat down. He was locked in school. Great. He got up and walked to his office. He found a key that Figgins gave him for the locks. He turned around and saw Kurt. "Hi, Mr. Schue." Kurt greeted. Will was surprised. "Kurt, why are you here?" Will Demanded. Kurt shrugged.

"Do you have a pencil?" Kurt turned and grabbed a pencil. "Here." Will said, giving him the pencil. Kurt grinned. "Thanks." He stabbed the pencil into Mr. Schue's shoulder. Will screamed in pain. "Next time, give me the fucking solo." Kurt said. Will stumbled out of the office, falling to the floor. Kurt took scissors from the desk and cut Will's Achilles Tendon.

Will screamed as he got up and limped to another room and locked it. He went for the window and jumped out. He started to go around the school. He limped as fast as he could to his car, but Kurt jumped onto him. He sat on Mr. Schue's chest. "You could never SEE my side, could you?" He said, stabbing Will's eye with the scissors. Mr. Schue didn't bother screaming. "Kill me. Please." Mr. Schue begged, tears running down his face.

Kurt opened the scissors and put them to Will's throat. He kissed Will's forehead. "Sleep now." He said, slicing The teacher's throat. Mr. Schue closed his eye and waited. His head went limp.

Emma followed Rachel down the hall to her locker. "So he didn't come home?" Rachel asked. Emma shook her head. "No, We were going to watch some musicals to get ideas for regionals." Rachel shrugged. "Maybe he was here all night." She said, opening her locker. Rachel looked in her locker to get her books and screamed. In the locker was Mr. Schue, eye missing, stab wound and throat cut open. Stapled to him was a paper, it said: HE NEVER COULD SEE MY WAY.