He did it. He can't believe he actually did it. He stared down at his blood-stained hands and sighed.
First he had to call him. He needed to hear the sound of his voice, needed to tell him what happened. He picked up his phone and called the boy who was the cause of all the madness.
"H-Hello?" He could tell that the other boy had already found out what he had done. he sounded so sad, he had to comfort him.
"Are you ok? What happened?" Of course he knew the answer he just wanted to know how much the other boy knew. Did he even know who he was talking to?
"I-I don't know! It's B-Blaine!" The other boy couldn't continue as sobs racked through his body.
"I know." He said flatly.
"How? It just happened."
"Because I was there." He knew that the other boy would be upset by the news, but he needed to tell him why it happened. How he did it so they could be together and how he loves him so much.
"W-What? What do you mean"
"I was there. I did it." He could hear the other boy still crying as he continued "I had to. It was the only way we could be together. I love you too much to let him have you." He heard the phone drop as the other boy broke down, unable to keep his emotions at bay any longer.
He stayed on the phone. He needed to make sure he was ok. After a few minutes he heard the phone being picked up and the boy spoke
"What did you do?" He could hear the anger in his voice.
"Well I knew he was taking you on a date since it was Valentine's day so I waited across the street from your house. After he dropped you off I followed him back to his dorm room. I waited until he got into his bed, then climbed in through his window." He can hear the other boy wailing as the realization of what he was being told hit him."I was over him before he could even sit up. He knew why I was there. He kept saying that I didn't have to do it. He begged me not to. But I had to." He hung up the phone and walked into the bathroom to finally scrub the prep boy's blood off his hands. He knew he was in deep shit now. He had just called and confessed. As he let his hands dry the police burst into the room. He was quickly handcuffed and led out into the rain. He was lead past a reporter who said "... A lover died. We have been told he was killed by this man, one of his boyfriends former classmates. It appears to be a hate crime..." But it didn't matter, Right and wrong meant nothing, all that mattered was he was in love. and if he had to rip out another boy's throat so he could be with Kurt, then so be it