So, here's my "Glee Horror Story" just for Halloween :D

It will be multi-chaptered, and this will probably be the shortest chapter, being the first one and all and mostly just a set-up for the REAL story to start…

WARNINGS!: This story contains somewhat vivid images of murder, character death, and KLAINE FLUFF! Because you know, horror and fluff are like, hand in hand…

Warnings for THIS CHAPTER!: Creepy people with creepy dreams :3 and Klaine fluff…

YES, I DO KNOW WHO THE MURDERER IS, I'M NOT MAKING IT UP AS I GO, AND IT'S ALL PLANNED OUT WHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Chapter 1: Wouldn't it be Grand?

If asked, she couldn't quite explain when the idea came into her head.

Maybe it was the isolation, the lack of a feeling of belonging… maybe she was just jealous of everyone that had the things she craved-so easily, it seemed.

Perhaps the feelings came there overnight, or maybe they had been there all along.

If the beautiful dreams of her hands stained crimson with blood as she killed those who took what was hers in various different glorious ways were any indication, she'd been like this for a while.

Whatever the case, she was knocking on his door.

No one knew about what he'd done, what he could still do, but she had figured it out.

And if he wasn't really the person she needed, well, he'd just be the lucky guy to pop her killing cherry.

When he opened the door, she almost laughed. It had all seemed plausible before, that this man was a murderer, but you wouldn't think that by looking at him.

'And that's the best weapon he has, in the end' she thought as they exchanged pleasantries. No one would suspect someone who looked like him, and if they did others would quickly squelch that flash of intuition.

"To what do I owe this honor?" he asked calmly, but his stance was poised, his smile dangerous. She had no doubts now that this was the man she was looking for.

She smiled wickedly, showing off once perfect teeth now stained from drugs and nicotine. She admired him for not flinching at the sight.

"I know what you did."

It was said calmly, as though stating the weather. There were neither accusations nor reprimanding in her tone.

This just seemed to put the man even more on edge, she noticed, though only someone who knew what to look for would see the shift in stance, the protective look in his eyes now painted over even thicker with false innocents.

"What I did?" he asked, voice dripping with sugary goodness and mock surprise. If her teeth weren't rotting before, they certainly would be now.

"We both know those boy's didn't go missing last year; we both know that the young man who 'ran away to Paris' is wasting away in a ditch somewhere." She hissed, slightly annoyed by his act. Couldn't he tell she wanted the same thing he had accomplished?

He glanced around quickly, his eyes hardening, seeming to almost shift color completely, to her fascination, as he fully appeared as the convict she knew he was.

"Would you like to come in?" he asked, keeping his voice that same sickening tone despite his dramatic character change.

She half-grinned, the closest thing to a smile she ever got unless she was thinking about the beautiful sight of all those pretty little bodies dripping rose-red, their mouths permanently twisted in an expression of absolute terror.

As he led her through his house-a quaint little place, she noted, that looked like the perfect model of a family residents, right out of a magazine-she couldn't help but smirk as she saw the cute little family eating dinner in the next room. No one looked at you as critically when you had a family like his. She didn't have that luxury.

When they reach what she assumed was his bedroom-she almost laughed at the fact that she had never been in his house before the dark thoughts began to consume her-he sat on the large bed, head cocked slightly, eyes dangerous, waiting.

For the first time in a long time, she was genuinely frightened. He was positioned like a panther, casual and breathtakingly attractive yet ready to pounce the second an unfortunate creature stumbled into his path.

She didn't let it show though; she knew the fear would egg on people like them. She would just be painting an even larger target onto her back if she appeared anything but completely in control of the situation.

"Talk." He commanded, voice a velvety quality that made her feel like she was being suffocated.

"You have dreams that would scare the bravest of them," she began, noting the way his navy eyes glinted at her deduction. "Dreams about that wonderful red soaking their shirts as you rip through them, their melodic screams of horror echoing as you end their pathetic existence.

"I have the same dreams every night." She told him in a whisper, slightly relieved and angered when he didn't even look the slightest bit alarmed.

He licked his full lips slowly. She could see the image of the kill filling his mind, saw him lusting after it in such a way she knew was like a high.

"What makes you think I'll help you?" he asked, eyebrow cocked, voice condescending and slightly bored.

She was afraid this would happen. The lust wasn't enough for him, he needed something substantial.

"Honestly, I think you miss it" She said boldly, smirking when his face melted into an attentive figure. "Besides, aren't you mad? Most of them have hurt you; not in the same way as they have me, but they tore you up inside. I know you can fool most people, but it still upsets you, doesn't it?"

She had him fully enthralled with the idea now, she knew by his wistful eyes as his mouth set into a hard line.

He held out a hand for her to shake, long fingers dancing at her like snakes. "Deal"

She put her hand in his, shaking once to confirm.

This had gone almost better than expected. With two of them, surly nothing could stop her from getting her revenge and, more importantly, soothing her bloodlust.

But, just when she went to pull away, he pulled her even closer, knocking her off her feet so that she was almost sprawled out on his lap, completely defenseless.

She cursed herself for the whimper of fear the escaped her throat, but she couldn't help it. He had her cornered.

"Just so we understand each other," he hissed, eyes flashing. "Fuck with what's mine and I'll make sure your life is worse than the seventh circle of hell."

She gulped audibly, unable to stop the natural reaction to her terror. "I-I understand."

He released her, an awful smirk plastered to his face. "You're free to go."

Little did she know he was already plotting it all out, already having his first kill in mind; she had no idea what she'd gotten herself into.

XxXxX

Kurt Hummel was holding a rabbit stuffed animal in one hand, the other holding his boyfriends firmly.

The movie they had gone to see had been sold out, so they bought tickets for a later show and passed the time playing the various arcade games scattered around the theater.

Blaine had won Kurt a white rabbit in the Crane Machine game, and though Kurt complied slightly that he hadn't had a stuffed toy sense he was three, he affectionately named it 'Mr. Anderson' which made Blaine chuckle.

"You want to head into the theater?" Blaine asked smiling brightly as they slowly looped around the theater, pissing off the workers slightly.

Kurt smiled back at him, shifting so that his free arm was now wrapped around Blaine's waste. "Only if we don't have to actually watch the previews." The taller said with a playful smile gracing his lips.

Blaine felt himself blush slightly, thankful that his skin tone made it very hard to tell. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

They didn't care about the people around them glaring at the blatant display of affection as Kurt tightened his grip around his boyfriend; they just cared about each other.

It was good that they had this moment together before it all started. Soon, their lives would be filled with tears.