This my first Gleetective (a detective but then in Glee- style) ever! Maybe it's even world's first Gleetective ever, I've got no idea xD
Anyway, I hope you'll like it!

First things first:
- The story takes place after season one (so it's kind of a new, dark season 2)
- There will be a few OC's (police)
- I do not own Glee, if I did I would open a Glee- amusement park! (imagine a Puckzilla- coaster and a Sue Sylvester horror- express….)

Chapter 1: The discovery

Thursday evening, 20:35 PM
Lima

It was a misty evening, so misty that it felt like it was drizzling, but it wasn't. Tina Cohen- Chang inhaled the cold, moist evening air while she cycled to school. There would be an extra Glee- rehearsal this evening. Her parents couldn't bring her by car because they both had to work, so she had decided to cycle. Because she was running late she had taken the shortcut through the woods. A decision she was highly regretting now.
Don't be such an exaggerator Tina, the forest is just the same as by day…
But it didn't feel that way, the forest felt scary, dangerous. It was so dark and misty she could barely see the trees. The moon was nothing more than a vague speck behind the clouds. The only light came from the lampposts, but the mist made them look like floating glowing spheres.
Or eyes….
Tina's hearth pounded like hell, and not because she was getting tired. She started to cycle faster. Her hair was soaking wet by the mist and was sticking to her face, but she didn't bother to stroke it away.
Oh thank god, there's the road!
Cars, houses and lights meant safety. Tina already felt stupid for being so scared.

Less than ten minutes later she reached the school. There were cozy lights burning behind most of the windows, and Tina looked on her watch. It said 20:50, meaning she was ten minutes to early.
Gosh I didn't know I had cycled thát fast…

After slowly locking her bicycle, Tina walked towards the entrance of the school. All of the sudden she saw a weird X-shaped figure in front of the doors.
"What's that…?" She murmured. Hesitatingly she slowed down walking. She took a better a look at the figure and realized it was a person, his head lulling forward as if he was asleep.
"H- hello? W- w- who 's t- there?" She asked, her voice trembling even more than usual.
Nobody answered, the person just stood there, in that weird position, unmoved like a statue.
Tina started running now. The closer she came the more she got the feeling something was wrong. Very wrong.

"Aaaaaaaah!" She cried, when she saw the pool of blood on the ground, and the protruding intestines, half spilled over the ground. The person was dead, very very dead. And that person was Mister Schuester. His hands and feet were taped to the door.
Tina looked away from the macabre scene, and saw her own disgusted, horror glance reflected in the bright red pool of blood. Her legs started trembling and she fell down on her knees, too shocked to cry, too shocked to speak, and too shocked to think anything but: This can't be real… This can't be real…
But it was real. The torn body, the blood, the chalky dead face. Mister Shuester was murdered, and Tina had found him.

"Glaciers melting in the dead of night
And the superstars sucked into the supermassive
Supermassive black hole"

Noah Puckerman drove his red pick- up truck. The sound of screaming guitars was blowing out of the speakers. Puck was pretty pissed he had to go to a freakin' extra glee rehearsal on a Thursday evening, but there wasn't anything worth watching on tv tonight anyway.
He glanced at the car's clock and saw he was running late, but he didn't really care.
Too bad, they should be happy I'm even coming at all….
When he drove into the school's parking lot he immediately noticed the red and blue lights of several police cars and an ambulance.
What the fuck?
He quickly jumped out of the car, not bothering to turn of the music, or even to turn off the engine. He ran towards the entrance of the school. There were people everywhere. Policemen, Glee club members, even Principal Figgins. His blood curdled in his veins when saw Quin and Rachel were crying. Finn was sitting on the ground with his head in his hands, and an upset, bewildered look on his face. A shocked looking Santana was comforting a heart rending sobbing Brittany. Santana had tears in her eyes as well, but she was suppressing her tears, trying to bear it up for Brittany. It was then that Puck realized something was seriously wrong. He walked towards the nearest familiar person he saw.

"Kurt!" He yelled to the trembling boy who was standing a few meters away from the crowd. He had wrapped his arms around himself and his face was even paler than usual. "What happened?"
Kurt didn't answer; he just shook his head. His lower lip was trembling. "Talk to me Hummel!" Puck put his hands on Kurt's shoulders and jolted him.

His actions seemed to wake the boy up. "Puck… Mr. Shue... he's- he's murdured…." Kurt said, and he shook his head again, as if he tried to shake off something.

"Fuck!" Puck yelled. "You're kidding me right? Tell me you're fucking kidding me!"

Kurt started crying now, and he laid his head down on Puck's shoulder. Puck shook him off. Kurt barely seemed to notice.

"Fuck!" Puck yelled. His hands were trembling, he had the uncontrollable urge to kick the crap out of something or someone, and he walked away from Kurt before he would hurt him. In a rage he walked towards the entrance of the school. The area around it was cordoned with red and white plastic cordons. There were police everywhere, so Puck knew that was the place the body of Mr. Schue was. He needed to see it with his own eyes.
Puck tried to make his way through the crowd. He saw the flashing of a camera, a glimpse of a hand, a glimpse of familiar blond curls, and then a glimpse of something red and flesh- colored that reminded him of something he had seen in a horror- movie. All of the sudden a strong hand grabbed his arm.

"Sorry kid you're not allowed to go there!" The policeman who had grabbed him said.

"Keep your hands off me! I want to see him!" He yelled, and he tried to pull himself away, but another pair of hands grabbed his arms, pulling him backwards, away from the crime scene. He struggled to get loose but failed.

"Calm down!"The policeman shouted.

Puck exhaled deeply, and forced himself keep it quiet. "Okay… I'm calm, just… let go of me okay?"

The two policemen let go of him. "If you want to know anything you'll have to wait until the press- conference, just like everyone else." The left one said, before walking back to the crowd, leaving Puck behind.

For the first time in his life Puck didn't know what to do. He didn't even know what to think, this whole thing felt like one big cruel practical joke.
Lima was a boring town. Things like murder didn't happen here, those things only happened on tv shows and movies, and in cities far far away. It happened to people far away, people Puck didn't know and therefore people that didn't matter.
How many times hadn't he wished something exiting would happen in Lima? But not this, this isn't what I've wished for….

"Poor fellow." The fifty year old inspector Desmond Wadd looked to the body of the dead young man in front of him. The inspector was wearing his signature dark- blue bomber jacket, with worn out black jeans and hiking boots.
The inspector immediately noticed the weird posture of the dead body. The victim's hands and feet were taped to the doors with duct tape, making him look like a bizarre bloody puppet. The inspector tried hard not to look at the bloody battlefield of flesh that once was the victim's stomach. Even after ages of police work things like that still made him dizzy. And he couldn't think clearly when he was dizzy.
The inspector also noticed the victim wasn't very old, probably between the twenty- five and thirty- five years old. It was hard to tell, especially now he was dead.
Inspector Wadd stroked his pepper and salt grey mustache. He already didn't like this case.

"Good evening Wadd." Quillan Green, the pathologist, who just came walking along, said cheerfully. He was a man in his late early thirties, with half- long backwards combed blond hair, and brown eyes behind a pair of black designer glasses. He was wearing a grey suit, as always.

"'Evening…" Inspector Wadd grumbled. He couldn't understand how a person who was spending his life cutting into dead bodies could be so annoyingly merry every single second of the day.
"So, what do you think Quil?"

Quill narrowed his eyes and studied the corpse. "I'm not quite sure… but I think he's dead." He said and he smiled.

Inspector Wadd sighted. Ever since Quill had seen a pathologist on tv saying that line, he had adopted it as his standard pleasantry.

"You're kidding me." He said. "Any other brilliant observations you want to share with me?"

Quillan pulled on his white plastic gloves and quickly examined the corpse. "He has been dead for less than one hour. It's almost certain he died of blood loss, caused by knife stabs in his stomach…. It's interesting the killer has taken the effort to display the body like this…."

"About that… Was he already dead when it happened?"

"I don't think so, but he was most certainly unconscious. There aren't any signs of a struggle."

The inspector rubbed his chin. "He's stabbed from front, so he must have known the unsub…or he surprised him." He thought out loud.

"The unsub must have wanted us to find the body quickly." Inspector Kyla Reyes said.

Inspector Wadd startled a bit, as always he hadn't seen or heard his young colleague coming. She could pop up out of nowhere like a ghost.
"But why not just dump it on the ground? Why this much effort? Why increase the risk of being caught?"

Kyla ran a hand through her short, black hair. "Maybe it's some kind of sign… from a distance the dead body looks like a big X…."

"You mean as in: Don't enter this school anymore?" The inspector asked. It was a plausible theory, and a highly disturbing one as well.

Kyla shrugged. "Maybe… or it's a warning for one person in particular….. Who has found the body?"

"A student, Tina Cohen- Chang. A coincidental passer- by found both her and the body, whereupon he called the police immediately. The girl was in state of shock, she's at the ambulance now."

"Shall I go talk to her?" Kyla asked. The inspector nodded. Interrogate hyperventilating testimonies was a job he preferred to leave to others. He lit on a cigarette, and stared to the face of the victim. His mouth was frozen in some kind of half- disgusted half- surprised smile. This most certainly wasn't a random murder. Somebody had wanted this man dead at all costs. And not only dead, he had wanted to humiliate him, and shock the school, even though it increased the risk of being caught.
Preoccupied the inspector stared into the dead man's hollow brown eyes. What have you done to make somebody do this to you?

I hoped you enjoyed this first chap, and forgive me for any grammar and/ or style mistakes…. I'm Dutch, but I'm trying my best xD

Please review and let me know what you thought of it… I really need to know whether people want me to continue or not…

ps: If you spot a major mistake, feel free to tell ^^

pps: The song Puck was listening to was Supermassive Black Hole from Muse