Lucille Carmichael

The red envelope was waiting for him on his math textbook inside his locker. It wasn't sealed, his name was on the front and a plain 5x7 index card was waiting inside with the name. Lucille Carmichael.

The first woman he'd have to kill. Wondering why she was on the list, knowing he wouldn't ever find out just like with the six men in the past, Kurt shoved the index card back into the envelope and the envelope in between the pages of his math book. He grabbed his Spanish book and closed his locker door.

"Hi, Kurt!" His boyfriend, Blaine Anderson had a giant smile on his face and his hands behind his back. "What are you doing next Saturday?"

"Nothing… yet?" Kurt peered behind Blaine's back, trying to see what he was holding. "You want to hang out?"

"In a way," Blaine brought out a white envelope from behind him. Emblazoned in gold was:

BLAINE ANDERSON

GUEST

"My cousin is getting married and I want us to go together. The details are inside. I hope you say yes but I will give you time to think-"

"No, I'll go. I love weddings when they don't include my dad marrying my crush's mom… Long story." Kurt added when Blaine looked confused. "I'll be there. In the perfect outfit if I do say so myself. Walk with me to Spanish?"

Kurt had stuck the wedding invitation into his Spanish notebook and forgotten about it all through class, preferring to imagine his and Blaine's wedding… The entire Glee club would be there and the Warblers and they would all be crying and saying, "I told you so" and "Kurt looks so amazing in that Versace suit" and Blaine would kiss him like they did over Pav's bedazzled coffin and his dad would be so proud and—

"Kurt!" Kurt shook his head and gasped, looking up at Mr. Schuester.

"Uh, wha, yes?"

"What is the feminine conjugation for the verb creer?"

"That depends, Mr. Schue, do you want it in past, present indicative, imperfect, future…?"

"Future please. That is the section we are in."

"In that case, ella creerá en santa cuando él la trae un potro." Kurt said with a small smirk.

"Muy bien, señor Hummel. But next time, don't day dream in my class." Kurt heard Karofsky snicker in the back.

"Gosh you are so good at Spanish, Kurt. I love that. What did you even say to him?" Blaine and Kurt were walking to the cafeteria, hand in hand, Kurt grinning from ear to ear.

"I said 'she will believe in Santa when he brings her a pony'. Now, Blaine, honey. Is there a theme for your cousin's wedding? And do I need to bring a gift? How will she feel with you bringing me?"

"Well, seeing as she was the first person I came out to, I think she will be thrilled I am bringing you. And, all the information is on the invite."

"Oh, right, of course." Kurt and Blaine got their lunches then sat down and Kurt pulled out his Spanish notebook from his bag. He flipped to the envelope and opened it.

You are cordially invited to the

wedding ceremony bonding

Lucille Stark

and

Richard Carmichael

in holy matrimony on

Saturday March Seventeenth

Two thousand and twelve

Kurt's throat clenched, his heart rate doubled, and he let out a small squeak. Lucille Stark soon to be Carmichael. It can't be. He can't want me to kill my boyfriend's cousin after her wedding.

"Excellent," Kurt said, thanking every deity that Blaine didn't notice his squeak. "I will speak to my dad and Carole and let you know for certain." Kurt didn't catch what Blaine said next nor what Finn said as he sat down with Rachel, Mercedes, and Puck. All he could think about was how to avoid the wedding and get out of this one murder.

The rest of Kurt's school day was a blur. Nothing eventful happened apart from being scorned by the occasional teacher for not paying attention. Glee club was positively boring – the same damn thing happened every meeting: Rachel talked, Santana got pissy, Schuester assigned a Journey song, and Mercedes belted out a long note. Kurt tried his best to seem interested and not let his friends know he was worried about something but Blaine caught on pretty quick. He decided not to say anything, figuring Kurt would come clean in his own time. The two held hands during Glee club, and Blaine squeezed Kurt's affectionately as they departed after school.

When Kurt and Finn got home, Finn tossed his bag into the kitchen and ripped open the refrigerator door.

"I'm so hungry, man!"

Kurt opted to take advantage of this, knowing full well Finn would fall asleep in front of the living room TV and leave Kurt alone for a few hours. Kurt hurried upstairs and closed the door. He dropped to the floor with a long sigh and just sat there. Tears started to fall.

Several minutes later, he felt a cramp in his thigh so he got up, left his bag by the door, and did a few dance stretches. Then, making up his mind of what to say to the man who hired him, Kurt turned on his computer and logged into his e-mail account.

There were notes from Mercedes about outfit choices, essays from Rachel about their amazing experience in New York last year, and reminders from his dad to be careful and not trust Kurofsky. Hidden in a folder titled ROLE PLAY were short reminders of who he needed to kill and that one e-mail that started it all. The blackmail. This wasn't role-play, this was real life but if the government came looking or say, his family and friends, he had plausible deniability. It's a game. That's it.

Not once was an actual victim mentioned nor the ways of murder, not even when or where. The names were slipped into Kurt's locker like the one today and he usually shredded them at home. He would do research to find the victim and then he plotted, using knowledge from TV crime shows and the Internet to kill them and hide the body.

The e-mails consisted of simple messages along the lines of, "Complete your quest or your leader will kick you out of the guild." AKA kill your victim or I will show the world your darkest secret.

The first e-mail was the last one people would read but hopefully they would have been bored with the first three and stopped. If they did reach it, they would understand the other e-mails. The man or woman who found the incriminating picture of Kurt explained the situation, told him to look for names in his locker, forced him to pretend it was all a game, and promised to release the attached image if Kurt went to the police, mentioned anything to anyone, or didn't properly kill and expose of a victim.

It got easier with time. Easier to kill, easier to live with the memories, easier to forget… But this one was impossible. Kurt clicked on the first e-mail in the RP folder and hit reply.

Guild leader,

Quest cannot be completed. Technical errors and such. Different quest? Get somebody else to do mine?

KWizard

Kurt clicked send, signed out, turned off his computer, and fell asleep in his clothes.