A/N: Hi, so this is my first Glee fanfiction. Thanks to my beta reader SympaticoDamose1864, also she's writing a Kurbasian too if you're interested.
This is slightly AU so this is what's different and the same from the show. Kurt and Blaine are best friends. Kurt did go to Dalton because of bullying but him and Blaine didn't kiss but Blaine did come to McKinley and did join New Direction. Kurt is single. Rachel and Finn are together and Finn is still Kurt's brother. Tina and Mike are together but they have very strict parents so they usually can't go out past a certain time unless they're sleeping at a friend's house. Mercedes and Shane are not together and her and Sam both have a crush on each other but everyone can see it except them. Puck is single. Brittany and Santana are together. Sebastian is always finding ways to screw with Blaine and the New Directions but specifically Kurt. Blaine and Kurt both still stay in contact with the other Warblers – which Rachel hates because she thinks they'll share secrets – but neither of them like Sebastian and don't talk to him. Nick and Jeff from the Warblers are together.
This story is set during the Michael episode. Enjoy.
"Okay, favorite Michael Jackson memory. Go," Blaine asked. They'd been obsessing over the king of pop for days now so they decided to share their thoughts over coffee/mochas at the Lima Bean.
Artie stoke first, "When I was one my mom showed me the VHS tape of his mo town special and when he did the moon walk across the stage for the first time in history I uttered my first words. 'Hot damn'," Everyone smiled.
"I owe the Kind Of Pop a deep bit of gratitude. He was the first to pull off the sequined military jacket long before one Kurt Hummel made it iconic," Kurt added smugly.
"I have to be honest I never really got him," Rachel confessed to everyone's shock.
"Aand we are no longer on speaking terms," Artie pretty much summed up everyone's disgust.
"No I think he's an amazing performer I never really just got what he was about," She tried to defend herself.
"Rachel he was friends with both Liza Minelli and Liz Taylor," Kurt pointed out as if it explained everything, which, to him, it did.
"No all I'm saying is that I haven't connect with him the way that I have with the likes of Barbara or either of the Stevens," She clarified.
"Sun time. Shorts," She tried to explain after seeing Artie's confused expression.
"I'd throw this mocha in your face but its not nearly scolding enough," Santana threatened.
"Look, just, since you guys are so jazzed about him, I think it's a good idea for regionals,"
"That might not be a good idea," They all turned to see Sebastian Smyth walking over with a cup of coffee. "Hey Blaine. Hello everyone else,"
"Does he live here? Seriously you're always here," Kurt points outs out bitterly.
Before Sebastian could reply Artie interrupted.
"What do you mean that might not be a good idea?"
"Because we're doing MJ for regionals. You see, The Warblers are due first position so when I heard what your plan was I changed our set list accordingly,"
Rachel dumped her empty cup on the table in surprise asking, "I'm sorry, ho- how did you hear?"
Sebastian leant on the pillar next to him; satisfied he was getting to them. "Blaine told me this morning. I just called for a tip on how to get red wine out of my blazer piping and he would just not stop going on about it,"
They all turned to glare at Blaine, who shrunk slightly in his seat. "I may have mentioned it," He muttered quietly.
"How often do you talk?" Kurt asked but before Blaine could answer Sebastian – of course – spoke up again.
"Oh hey Kurt, I didn't recognize you, you are wearing boys clothes for once,"
Kurt opened his mouth to reply but Santana beat him to it, jumping up from her seat.
"Okay twink, I think its time I showed you a little Lima Heights hospitality," She threatened, taking a step forwards.
"Unless you want to join your relatives in prison that's probably not the best idea. You see my dad is sort of what you'd call a state's attorney. But if you wanted a piñata delivered I bet he could make sure that got to them. Here's what you guys should know. I am captain of the Warbles now and I'm tired of playing nice," He smiled at the end and every one at the table wanted nothing more than to wipe that smug look off his face but Artie was the first to speak.
"Oh hell no! You are not pilfering my Michael!" He snapped his fingers and shook his head. The others all nodded in agreement.
"Well you could always fight me for him. Not physically obviously because not only would my dad throw every last one of you in jail -even you Crip- I'd also win and it wouldn't be very challenging. So how about we all sing a Michael song together, whoever pulls it off best gets to do MJ at regionals? Warblers vs. New Directions… Have you guys ever notices how your name sound like Nude Erections? Just saying. I think 'Bad' would be an appropriate song choice since we're going to see who's badass enough to pull it off,"
Santana laughed and everyone turned to stare at her.
"Please. That wouldn't be a challenge! New Directions would wipe the floor with you losers. Even if our name does sound like the name of a really low budget porno,"
"Well, what do you suggest Satan?" Sebastian challenged. Everyone was silent as they waited for Santana's reply.
"You dorm at Dalton, right?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest and sticking her right hip out.
"Yes, why? You want to pay me in sexual favors because I'm not interested in you, which you may find hard to believe since you think you're so hot, although there's someone I wouldn't mind a quickie with," He looked over at Kurt and winked, much to the latter's shock, although Kurt just brushed it off as it was meant for Blaine.
"You know about that 'haunted' house around there?" She put air quotes around the word and rolled her eyes as she said it.
"Of course," Sebastian smirked, seeing where this was going.
"Well, how about we have a little bet, we all go in together, the Warblers and the New Directions, and whoever is left in the morning – whichever show choir they belong to – gets Michael," The New Directions looked at each other and started whispering, Rachel and Artie not knowing what Santana was talking about and Kurt and Blaine contemplating if they could do it.
"So, let me get this straight. Say, we did decide on this, all the Warblers and New Directions go in. Say, half of your lot bottle it straight away and head on home. Then half my lot gets scared and leaves. Then the rest of you leave and the rest of mine leave at the same time. If I'm the last one, not all the Warblers, just me, the Warblers would get Michael?"
"Yep. Hypothetically of course since you're going to piss your $1,000 panties,"
Sebastian laughed, "Okay, you got a deal. Blaine has my number, text me the details," He sipped his cup and waved a goodbye before walking off, confident in his decision.
When he was out of earshot, Blaine and Kurt both asked Santana, at the same time, "Are you out of your freaking mind?"
"What?"
"That place is terrifying!" Kurt shrieked, shuddering when he thought of when Blaine had first showed him it.
"Relax, you and whoever else gets scared can bail the minute the clock starts. I can stick this out, as well as maybe Puck, depending on if he has a date that night,"
They all sighed and got ready to leave.
The choir room the next day.
"Okay guys listen up, we need to talk to you all about something before Mr. Shue gets here," Rachel announced at the front of the choir room. A few of the others gave her an odd look but stopped their conversations and turned to give her their attention anyway.
"Well, as you all know, we were thinking of doing Michael for regionals but there's a problem. The Warblers want to do it too and they have first position," There were outraged murmurs from the members who weren't at the Lima Bean.
"That bull!" Puck protested.
Rachel raised a hand to silence him.
"But we have a bet with them. We can win Michael back!" There were a few cheers until Mike interrupted.
"Wait, but what are we going to win them at?"
"All we have to do is stay in a house for a night,"
"But what's the competition?" Mercedes asked.
"Well, we have to be the last ones left in,"
"And why would we have the desire to leave?" Quinn asked, suspicious.
"Well, apparently its haunted, but none of you believe that kind of crap do you?" She asked. She looked over to Finn and saw that he'd gone about three shades paler.
"Haunted?" He whispered. Kurt, who was sat next to him, leant in and told him "it's in Westerville too, a good couple of miles away from Dad or Carole. And there's no neighbors for about a mile either side of it," He knew Finn had a phobia of haunted houses but this was payback for when Finn dressed up like a vampire and hid in Kurt's walk-in closet when he found out Kurt was terrified of them. Finn gulped and stared back at Kurt with wide eyes, trying to tell if he was serious. From what he could see he was.
Rachel quickly went over the encounter at the Lima Bean and the arrangement.
"My dad would never let me, sorry guys," Mike looked at the floor, he didn't want to let them down but he knew there was no way it was happening.
"Yeah neither would ours," Finn piped up, indicating to him and Kurt.
"Oh I already have that figured out, you are staying at Puck's for an all night Call of Duty battle and I'm staying at Cede's for a Disney night with Rachel that way her Dads wont ask questions. And Mercedes' mom thinks she staying with me because he doesn't have Dad's number so she can't call and blow our story," Kurt smirked when Finn gave him a dirty look.
"Okay so raise your hand if you're coming," Rachel said lifting her hand in the air. Puck sniggered at her choice of words but raised his hand too. So did Quinn, Sam, Kurt, Blaine, Santana, Brittany and Mercedes. They all turned to Finn and he raised his too, again shooting daggers at Kurt, who just grinned.
Tina's parents would never let her and she didn't feel comfortable lying to them about where she was so she was going to spend the night with Mike instead. Also Artie decided it would be a bad idea if he went because of his wheelchair and he doubted they'd be ramps for all the stairs and everything.
Blaine sent a text to Sebastian telling him only ten of them could come and quickly got a reply saying only nine of the Warblers had the guts to do it.
They decided the numbers were close enough and organized to meet up outside the house at 9:30pm so they could make any last minute plans then go in at 10:00pm sharp and end at 10:00am.
Everyone had to all bring their phones fully charged and send a mass text to each other every ten minutes to see who's still in, they had to all have their GPS on too so they could see if anyone was lying.
They all made their necessary excuses to their parents. Kurt had to do the explaining for Finn though, claiming the taller boy had a bad throat from glee club, because everyone was convinced he'd screw up and Kurt was more likely to pull off the lie and make the stories believable.
They all met up at 9:30pm as planned, a few of the Warblers about ten minutes late.
They introduced everyone to the Warblers.
There was Sebastian, Wes, Dave, Nick and Jeff who they'd already met from visiting Kurt when he was at Dalton. Then there was Trent – a slightly chubby but unbelievably sweet guy despite them being on opposite sides – Thad, who was also sweet but skinny with black hair, Jamie – he took the competition way too seriously, had ginger hair and wouldn't even look at the New Directions and remained practically glued to Sebastian's side – and a short anxious looking boy with thick rimmed black glasses and light brown hair named Shaun.
They were all out of uniform too, Wes, Dave, Nick, Thad and Shaun wearing similar clothes – Jeans and t-shirts, Wes and Thad both red, Dave dark green and Shaun and Nick both black but Shaun's had the Ghostbusters logo of a ghost on a red circle with a cross through it – whereas Jeff wore a blue t-shirt with a cartoon chipmunk on it and black jeans and Sebastian wore a bright red t-shirt with a cartoon ghost on it smoking a joint and black jeans. They all wore black converse.
Mercedes wore a dark purple top with different colors splattered on it and a black zip up hoodie, Kurt wore a blue skin tight t-shirt and a black, skin tight hoodie, black skinny jeans and black combat boots and Blaine wore a black and white jumper and dark blue jeans with converse. The others all wore basic black hoodies and jeans except for Brittany who wore a bright yellow tank top and light blue skinny jeans. She had leg warmers on her arms because she was cold and when she clarified this, Santana removed her leather jacket and helped Brittany into it, leaving herself with a three quarter length black skintight top. Everyone smiled at this except Sebastian who rolled his eyes and sighed.
They all synchronized their watches and Sebastian went round everyone as they showed him their phones, showing they were all fully charged and their GPSs has been activated. He got his out and showed it to Kurt so he could confirm his was fully charged and his GPS was on because if there was anyone there that would happily check to make sure he was playing by the rules it was Hummel.
They all exchanged numbers and rang each other to make sure they were all entered correctly and wrote out two text messages each. One was a mass text saying they were fine and still in the house and the other was a mass text saying they were out. Sebastian glanced over Kurt's shoulder and saw that he was nicknamed "Cc" in his phone.
"Cc?" He asked, making Kurt jump.
"Criminal Chipmunk," He explained.
"Ah, want to see what you are in my phone?" He asked, stepping closer.
"Not really but go on,"
He showed him his screen.
"'Sexy'? What?" He asked in confusion. Sebastian winked and walked over to his Warblers, leaving Kurt behind in confusion.
Their alarms they had all set on their phones, which they'd also synchronized, all beeped at the same time, notifying them all that it was 10:00pm.
"Well, let the best choir win," Blaine said to the Warblers.
"Thanks, we intend to," Sebastian smirked, walking up the pathway. The garden was over grown so the path was pretty much gone. They all followed until they heard a scream behind them. They all whipped round to see Jeff wrapped around Nick, his face buried in the crook of his neck. Apparently he'd almost tripped on a weed and assumed it was a ghost trying to grab him. Nick lifted his face, cupping his cheek and placed soft kisses along his other cheek until finally kissing his lips, rubbing soothing circles along his back with his other hand. Eventually when he was calmed down they all advanced to the house.
It was more of a mansion really; they all stood in the foyer looking around. It was already pretty dark. They switched a few lamps on that, through some miracle, still worked.
"Okay I think the Warblers and the New Directions should split up and-" They all screamed as the lights went off and stood quietly all breathing heavily in shock and complete darkness. Then they heard a loud gunshot and they all screamed again just as the lights came back on.
They looked around to check their friends were okay, Blaine and Mercedes both gripping each of Kurt's hands and Finn, Rachel and Puck all huddled together, the others were looking each other over too. Nick was cupping Jeff's face to see if he was okay and Sebastian just stood in shock, he felt a warm sticky substance splatter onto his right side after the bang but didn't dare to turn round to see where it came from.
Trent was the first to notice.
He screamed at a pitch that could rival Kurt's high F and they all, including Sebastian, turned to see Jamie laying in the floor next to him, a puddle of blood around him. He wasn't moving and when Sebastian looked down at himself he was the sticky stuff was his blood and brains. Rachel screamed and almost passed out, Finn catching her before she hit the floor and everyone else just stared.
"Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod !" Thad started chanting quietly.
"Who- oh my god!" Dave pointed down near Sebastian's shoes and everyone pulled their gaze away long enough he see a pistol on the floor in front of the blood soaked Warbler. Sebastian looked up in shock as everyone stared at him, horrified.
"You killed Jamie!" Wes yelled, almost hyperventilating.
"What? No I didn't!" Sebastian tried to defend himself but his fellow Warblers all stepped away from him hastily and towards the New Directions. Jeff and Trent looking as though they were going to burst into tears.
"Wait, as much as I hate the meerkat, he couldn't have done it," Kurt spoke up. Sebastian looked over at him, surprised out of all the people in the room he was the one defending him.
"What? The evidence is all their Kurt," Sam said, pointing to the gun.
"But the blood is splattered all over him, whoever shot Jamie must have been stood on the other side of him for the blood to go that way. Plus it would have splattered behind him and the blood is on Sebastian's side. If he shot him he would have been facing him, that is if any blood did splatter forward," He reasoned. The only problem was, when the lights came on, Jamie was the only one to Sebastian's right; everyone else was on the other side of the room.
"Thank you! I didn't kill him, please guys you have to believe me!" He let his hard-edge exterior slip, not caring how desperate he sounded.
"Hell no, I'm not staying in here with a murderer! I'm out of here, who's coming?" Mercedes announced turning to the rest of the room. Sam nodded and stood next to her, as did Finn, Rachel, Puck, Jeff and Nick.
"Kurt? Santana? Brittany? Quinn? Blaine?" Rachel asked, they all turned to the others.
"Sebastian didn't kill him," Kurt answered simply.
"I agree with Kurt, all logic says it couldn't have been him," Quinn announced, linking arms with Kurt.
Sebastian sighed with relief. At least some people believed him- even if it wasn't his friends.
"Santana? Brittany? Blaine?" Rachel turned to her remaining friends in desperation.
"I don't think he's badass enough to do it," Santana answered, crossing her arms. Brittany nodded but everyone knew she just didn't want to leave Santana.
"Blaine?" Rachel's voice had gone high pitched by this point.
"I've known Sebastian for a while. He may be a jerk but he's not a killer," Blaine said with confidence. Sebastian had never been so happy to be called not bad enough. The other Warblers nodded and walked over to Kurt, who'd moved to Sebastian's left.
"Fine! But we're leaving and we're telling the police!" Rachel grabbed Finn's hand and went to storm away but Finn didn't move. He was staring at Kurt.
"Kurt, come on man let's get out of here! Even if it isn't Sebastian someone must have killed Jamie, so there's still a murderer in this place!" He tried to persuade his brother to leave with him and the others.
"I'm staying because you may all think I'm an ass but Jamie was a good person and I want to find who killed him," Sebastian piped up.
Finn glanced at him then back at Kurt.
"He's right. You may not have guessed by how he was acting outside but he was on the Warblers when I was there, he really was amazing. I want to find who killed him too," The other Warblers nodded too, except Nick and Jeff who stayed with Mercedes.
"Dude, let the police handle it,"
"We can't just leave!"
"Then we'll call the cops now," Sam answered, getting out his cell. "Oh,"
"What?" Santana asked.
"No signal, any of you guys got one?"
They all got their phone out and shook their heads, they had one just outside but none had one now.
"Well, I'm going to go outside and get a signal from there," Rachel stormed off.
Finn sighed and ran his hand through his hair, stopping when a loud scream erupted from the foyer. They all froze for a second before running over to where it'd came from. Rachel was laying face down in a collection of blood pooling form her throat. Finn ran up to her and turned her over. Rachel's eyes were wide open, her mouth still wide with the scream and her skin was cold and tinted gray.
Finn started sobbing and Kurt ran up to him and draped his arms around his shoulders from behind him. He leant forwards and closed Rachel's eyes and pushing her chin up to close her mouth, tears streaming down his face he tried not to make a noise for Finn.
The taller boy laid Rachel down gently and turned round, pulling his little brother into him and bawling into his shoulder. Kurt didn't even care that he was getting tears and Rachel's blood all over his hoodie, which was probably from some special collection. He couldn't even remember which one in that moment.
"Um, guys?" Mercedes said quietly. She was stood in front of the door with her hand on the handle.
"What?" Sam asked.
"The door's locked," She whispered. They all looked up at her, Finn still clinging to Kurt's shirt, all of them more terrified than they'd ever been in their entire lives.
A/N: So? What do you guys think? Review who you think the killer is.