Kurt tiptoed into McKinley High School, carefully slipping his car keys into his jacket pocket. He walked down the hallway of his school quickly, knowing the main light system would shut off in about 10 minutes, and the school would be closed to the public until the end of spring break. Kurt reached into his pocket again and pulled out a small slip of paper.

36-11-34

Finn's locker combo.

Kurt bit his lip, forcing himself to hold it together. Three days of literally non-stop crying had drained him emotionally. It would do no good to break down right here and now.

Kurt's steps slowed as he paused in front of locker 394, his older brother's. He carefully turned the dial of the lock before hearing a faint click and swinging open the door of the locker.

Kurt was overwhelmed with the smell of unwashed gym socks, of Rachel's perfume, of week-old ramen. It was incredibly gross, but so incredibly Finn. Just that smell was enough to bring tears to Kurt's eyes. His heart feeling like it weighed a thousand pounds, Kurt began to collect the miscellaneous items from his brother's locker and put them in the cloth bag he had brought with him.

"Back so soon, homo?"

Kurt whipped around, his pale blue eyes wide with fear.

"What do you want, Jeremiah?" Kurt replied, forcing his voice to sound formidable. His efforts were horribly wasted.

The other boy cocked his head and smiled slightly, gently twisting an item between his hands. His figure was made even more terrifying by the two other teenagers that stood on either side of him. Matt and Azimo.

"I just wanted to see how you're holding out," Jeremiah said, his voice sickeningly sweet. "I was worried about you. You seemed so upset after your brother was almost killed in that…accident." Kurt shrank back.

"I know you did it," he whispered.

"Didn't catch that, ladyboy. Speak up."

"You shot Finn," Kurt said louder, lifting his chin up in attempt to mask his nervousness. "I know you did it."

Jeremiah smiled again, wider. He stepped forward a little, and Kurt caught a clear glimpse of the object in his hands. A revolver. Kurt felt his heartbeat speed up.

"And do you have any evidence, Kurt?" The taller man looked right at Kurt.

"I-I can go to the police station. All they need is the accusation, and you'll be their first suspect. They'll find all the evidence they need." Kurt fought to keep is voice steady as he spoke.

"Oh, but Kurt," Jeremiah's smile had turned into a leer. "How will they ever get the accusation if you're not around to give it?" The older boy lifted the revolver and slowly brought it in line with Kurt's forehead.

"You see, ladyboy, I had a feeling you would get wise and figure out I was the one who shot Finn sooner or later," Jeremiah tilted his head and moved forwards. "So naturally, I needed to devise a plan to kill you. You know, stop you from squealing. Oh, don't look so scared, homo."

By this point, Kurt's back was completely pressed up against the locker, the point of the weapon digging into his forehead. His breaths were uneven and ragged, and his legs threatened to give out on him. The situation didn't seem real.

"Please, Jeremiah," Kurt begged. "You don't have to do this. There are other options."

The other boy laughed, an unnatural sound that echoed throughout empty hallway. "What, you think I won't kill you because I already tried to kill your brother? You think I'm above killing you because you're just a gay little priss who doesn't know his place? Well, Kurt, I wouldn't jump to conclusions so fast." Jeremiah's eyes were dark now, the smile wiped from his face. He jabbed the gun into Kurt's head, earing a small whimper.

"Pathetic," he said. "You're absolutely pathetic, just like your brother. At least you aren't screaming for mercy like he was. God, if he hadn't been so loud, I would have been able to do away with him before the neighbors heard. Lucky for you, I'm a sympathetic guy. I'll make it quick." Jeremiah was smiling again, ready to celebrate a job well done. His eyes met and held contact with Kurt's terrified ones, which, pale as they were, made striking contrast to the boy's white face.

Kurt saw the trigger being pulled and felt his skull vibrate then slam back against the rows of lockers. His vision blurred, and a small sob wracked through his body. Jeremiah frowned and pulled the revolver back.

"Unloaded chamber," the blond murmured, his glaze moving from the gun back to Kurt. "Earns you about 30 more seconds of life. The next chamber's loaded." Jeremiah raised the again to meet Kurt's forehead, his face determined.

Kurt could feel the tears running down his cheeks. He briefly considered running, but knew he wouldn't make it 20 feet, especially not with Jeremiah's backup. Better to die with some dignity left. He shut his eyes in anticipation.

"What brings you men here this late?" A cold voice rang out, and Jeremiah's head swiftly turned to gaze at the newcomer. Kurt slid down the lockers, his legs unable to support himself, and buried his face in his hands, trying to regain control over his shaking body.

"Sebastian." Jeremiah's voice was just as cold, but there was unmistakable fear laced in it.

"Jeremiah," came the reply. The figure stepped forwards. "Any particular reason as to why you and your little groupies are here so late on the first night of vacation?"

"Just clearing up some unfinished business," Jeremiah answered slowly, looking quickly at Matt and Azimo for help.

"Well, I suggest you clear out instead. I happen to have some very interesting evidence concerning you and Hudson on the night of his so-called "accident", so I can either call the police now or give you and your little buddies a ten-minute head start, Your choice. And don't even think about pointing that gun at me."

Jeremiah glanced at said "buddies" and beckoned for them to follow him out of the school. Before he left, however, he turned to glace at Kurt.

"I'll find you, Kurt," he said dangerously softly, his face seething with rage. "I'll find you and kill you. Nothing will keep me from you."

Sebastian took a single step towards Jeremiah and the three boys ran. Sebastian shook his head.

"Good thing I already called the police five minutes before I came," he muttered, more to himself than Kurt, who was staring in the direction of where Jeremiah had left with deer-in-headlight-eyes.

"Hummel, what the hell happened?" Sebastian walked over to Kurt and knelt next to the other boy, whose face was in his hands again.

"Kurt." Sebastian's voice was softer now, and he put an awkward, yet reassuring hand on Kurt's back. "That gunshot I heard…he didn't shoot you, did he?"

Kurt looked up slowly. "He shot me in the forehead, but there was no bullet in the gun apparently. He was going to do it again but then you showed up." Kurt kept his eyes on the group, not wanting to show the older boy his tear-streaked face. Vulnerability was the last thing he needed to portray.

Sebastian looked at Kurt for a minute, a strange mix of sympathy and sorrow cast over his normally smirking face. He stood up, then carefully took Kurt by the wrists and helped him up too.

"Let's get you home, Hummel. You're probably in shock, or will go into shock from what just happened, and you need to rest." Sebastian stooped to pick of the cloth bag full of Finn's stuff and shut the locker before starting to walk away.

Kurt followed the taller man outside, his head still reeling a bit. He suddenly remembered the last things Jeremiah had said to him before leaving.

"I can't go home, Sebastian."

The other boy turned around to look at Kurt, raising an eyebrow in question.

"He'll kill me, Sebastian, didn't you hear him? He probably already has my address, and he knows that I know he killed Finn, and he's going to stop at nothing until I'm dead too, he said so! I can't go back home alone, I just can't, I-"

"What do you mean by "alone?"" Sebastian moved to stand right in front on Kurt, placing a "comforting" hand on the younger boy's shoulder. He had never been very good at that kind of gentle stuff.

"My parents are out of state at this hospital that specializes in severe chest injuries. They wanted me to come along, but I couldn't. Someone needs to keep the New Direction updated on his condition, after all."

Sebastian nodded slowly. "Well, you certainly aren't in a right state of mind to go home alone and that would be dangerous anyway, so as much as it pains me to admit it, you're coming home with me, Kurt."

"I am not coming to your house, Sebastian."

"Look, Hummel, you are coming home with me like it or not. There's no way I'm letting you spend the night alone after what just happened, especially after that lunatic threatened to kill you. So come on." And with that, Sebastian grabbed Kurt by the arm and literally dragged him outside to his car.

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