A/N: Here is a little one-shot for your enjoyment as I continue writing another chapter of Live Free! A story that though I haven't updated in a while I hope you check out.

Before you ask, yes I did create the two other verses. Don't ask. I hope you enjoy it and be sure to leave a review and favorite!

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.


Ring a Round the Rosie

Pockets full of Posies

Kurt sang as he skipped 'round the house of Mr. Karofsky, pouring the gasoline in a full circle trying his best to look like an accident. He made sure the line started in the garage, making it look like the gasoline can had a whole instead of an arson attack.

Ashes Ashes

We all fall down

He gave a small laugh, anyone looking in would have noticed the shining glint in his crazed his. He brilliant smile lit up by moonlight. He was glad the house was wood, meant he didn't have to break in. Nice change. He made sure the gasoline grazed the wall too.

Fire Fire

Pour the gasoline

He made sure he didn't miss a single spot of house. He wiped his brow. Arsoning was hard! But there was something satisfactory about seeing the burning blaze of a house lit up. Especially when it was his work. He smiled as he remembering his first burning. It was just clothes then but still, it felt so good.

Lay out my Winter clothes

Burn them all clean

Kurt felt into his pocket and took out the box of matches. He preferred matches to the vulgar lighter. The way they sparked and flickered. Sometimes the wood would pop. Always making Kurt laughed. He loved the way the fire dancer before his eyes.

Hatred Hatred

There's some for you

Kurt frowned at what he was about to do. He didn't like killing but he hated Karofsky. He made him be afraid for so long. But the fire gave him power. He liked that feeling. The fire was his friend. The fire always made sure he was safe from those that would harm him. He struck a match.

Take me to your house

I'll burn it down for you

Kurt quietly sung the last lines of the song as he dropped the match and stepped back. The result was glorious. Fire stretched up high. To the beginning of the second floor, tall walls of flame arose, encasing the house inside. He laughed and grinned. He wished he could watch the fire's magic destroy those who hurt him but he mustn't get caught. He ran from the scene, the great circle of flame behind him.


A/N: I hope you enjoyed it and be sure to leave a review wether you hated it or loved it or somewhere it between, Or even disturbed by it! I love reading all your reviews. Thanks for everthing.

-Steffi Star