Disclaimer - I do not own Glee or Scream.

Warnings: Major/Minor character death. Homosexual relationships. If that offends you please leave.

Summary: As the one year anniversary of the death of Elizabeth Hummel approaches, an enigmatic murderer obssessed with horror films is determined to exact their revenge on one Kurt Hummel. Glee/Scream AU. M/M. Established relationship.

A/N: I know that Noah's 'plan' might confuse some readers but it shall be elaborated on in chapter 5/6.


The early morning sun filtered through the window into the basement, dying the room a light yellow. The white quilt folded at both boy's waists clearly displaying a sun kissed torso pressing against a fair skinned back, two muscular arms wrapped around the smaller body protectively.

Noah awoke to the sensation of holding something warm and smooth to the touch, cracking one eye open he recognised the form as Kurt, a small lazy smile forming on his lips as he nuzzled into his boyfriend's neck, nose brushing lightly over the tiny hairs.

The story of how they got together was indeed quite humorous as it all started with a shove from one of the McKinley Titans, which lead to a bundle of Kurt falling into his lap, the embarrassing thing wasn't that, no, it was how the pale coloured boy fell onto Noah's erection. He'd cursed every God he could think of for having raging teenage hormones - the kind every fifteen year old does.

That little encounter resulted in mumbled apologies and in the end both of them laughing it off.

For an entire month the younger Noah couldn't get the brunet out of his head, after talking to his mother and surprisingly Rachel Berry's two gay dads, who offered him all the advice and support he needed, he started getting to know Kurt behind his usual ice queen persona and slowly they became friends.

The friendship blossomed into romance not long after that, with Puck - as he was called back then - even going to ask Burt Hummel's permission to date his son, the threat of a shotgun met his ears at first then the soft voice of Mrs. Hummel soothed her suspicious husband and invited him over for dinner.

At first people voiced their opinions that Puck would eventually get bored and move on, yet that wasn't the case, Noah loved Kurt, despite his actual lack of voicing it, he knew it was true. They had their fair share of arguments but then again what couple doesn't?

He was pulled out of his recollection by the smaller body in his arms wriggling. The small smile became plastered on his face as he thought how everyone from back then was wrong, he and Kurt had been going strong for two years now, a thing unheard of for Noah Puckerman before he met his soul mate - as he liked to call him.

The brunet turned to face him, hair debauched , eyes still closed and smiling. "What time is it?" Was the lazy mumble that left his mouth.

"Six thirty babe." The Mohawk-ed boy's reply fell on deaf ears and his boyfriend's light snoring reverberated off the walls.

Returning back to his reflection he thought about this preposterous plan that he was now apart of, a plan which ended in the death of Kurt. The only reason why he had even become apart of the idea was to protect Kurt, he'd work from the inside, wait for the correct time, then let his true intentions be known. Kill a friend or kill the love of your life? The answer was quite simple, the former. It was thanks to the fact that everyone underestimated his love for Kurt that he was even involved in the machinations.

Thinking about how he had his own plan to protect his boyfriend, he unconsciously tightened his grip around the teen's waist, before allowing his eyes to close.

The next thing he knew, he was alone in the bed, the alarm clock read seven thirty, and the smell of bacon and eggs infiltrated his nostrils. Groggily climbing out of bed and dragging his bare feet across the carpet, he made it to the en suit and pulled his flaccid meat out of the white designer boxer shorts that confined it, allowing his bladder to empty.

Stumbling back into the bedroom he managed to find his form fitting, dark navy polo shirt due to tripping on his jeans which were hastily removed last night. Pulling the top over his head, he returned to the en suit to splash his face with water and brush his pearly teeth.

Making his way up the stairs and into the kitchen he caught sight of his boyfriend wearing boxer shorts and his black Adidas hoody from the night before, a small smile brightly forming on his face. "Morning beautiful."

Kurt jumped at hearing his voice, almost flinging the pan into the air. Taking his hand off the panhandle he turned to greet his admirer. "Good morning." He walked graciously towards the larger man, placing his delicate arms around his neck and pulling him in for a chaste kiss. Pulling back as he felt Noah's tongue flick out against his lips a small smirk formed on his features. "How do you like your eggs in the morning?" His usually high voice took on a lower a pitch as he spoke the words in a sing-song tone.

"I like mine with a kiss." Noah replied against his lips in a high voice matching that of the one from the advert he and Kurt had seen, then intricate into their own romance. Slowly he lowered his mouth against his boyfriend's giving him a lingering peck.

Snapping out of their own little world by the sizzling of the pan Kurt returned to his culinary task while Noah got started on making coffee. They sat next to each other to eat when the food was prepared, sharing tender smiles and jokes while they ate.

A Moment Like This by Kelly Clarkson came on the kitchen radio and Noah couldn't help the shit-eating grin that crawled onto his face. If someone had asked him before he met Kurt, "What is love?" He'd have told them it was a person with a never ending sex drive. Now, however, he'd smile and tell them it was the small things that counted, moments where he'd wake up with Kurt in his arms, times when he'd allow Kurt to give him a manicure or pedicure - that love was when you could laze in bed all day with a loved one and not give a care about the outside world.

The song seemed to bring back certain memories for Kurt himself, the day when Noah kissed him in the rain - neither of them caring about getting wet - and crawling into his boyfriends lap when watching a movie.

"I thought you were suppose to be a badass?" He questioned when seeing the watery eyes of his love.

"Shut up." The brown eyed boy chuckled, before standing up and pulling the brunet into a tight embrace.

The ringing of Kurt's mobile interrupted their blissful moment, as he sauntered off to answer it, Rachel Berry telling him to hurry up and get to school.

The drive to school was calm and relaxed as Kurt stared out the window, seeing the lush green trees of Lima rush by, his hand on top of Noah's covering the gear stick in the jock's Jeep. Teenage Dream blasting through the speakers of the Jeep's radio, breeze tunnelling in through the windows.

The brunet thought of how life at high-school had changed for him, two years ago he was the school 'Queer' and got bullied mercilessly. Then that one fateful day when he'd fallen in Noah's lap everything changed, the bullying became less and less when Noah had came out of the closet. It was precisely a year and a half ago that Noah taught him self-defence, not much, but it was enough to ward off anyone who tried to make his life hell.

His mother's death had come barely six months after that, all of the homophobes at the school seemed to stop bullying him, some of them even tried to be nice, escorting him to his lessons, picking up his things if he accidentally walked into someone. It had been a rough time, but with the help of Noah, his father and surprisingly a few of the jocks, who use to torture him, he managed to get through it. He liked to think that it made him a stronger person.

Pulling up on a curb just outside of McKinley high, which was currently swarmed by what looked like teams of news reporters, the two boys shared a confused look before Kurt got out of the yellow Jeep, waiting for Noah to turn off the engine and get out. As soon as his feet hit the pavement his best friend Rachel Berry was at his side. "What's going on?" He asked confusion evident in his voice.

"Haven't you heard?" She asked in return while linking her right arm through his left one. "Cohen Walsh and Adam Macey were murdered last night." Stated the Jewish girl.

Kurt froze on the spot, just to his left he saw them, Sue Sylvester and her cameraman Jacob Ben Israel as she reported the happenings of the previous night. Noah slipped his hand into Kurt's free one as they started walking again. "It's ok babe, just ignore her." the comforting words and warm pressure in his hand made him do just that.

Rachel kept talking as they were heading towards the steps of the school building. "We're not talking about just murdered, apparently they were splattered, ripped open from end to end." She shuddered at the gruesome thought.

Kurt gasped, "But Cohen sits next to me in English class."

"Not anymore." Came Rachel's blunt but sympathetic reply. "It's so sad, her mom and dad found her hanging from a tree, her insides on the outside."

"Oh God." Slipped from Noah's mouth as he tightened his grip on Kurt.

"Do they know who did it?"

"They have no idea, they're checking everyone in school, Will said that it's the worst crime they've had in years, even worse than…" She trailed off as they started to enter the building, knowing that talking about it would just bring Kurt more pain, so she stopped talking. "It's bad."

They parted ways as they went to fetch the books they needed for morning classes out of their lockers, Kurt giving Noah a small kiss before he walked into his English classroom. It was strange to say the least, not having Cohen sat next to him, he looked over to her empty chair as he mourned the loss of a friend.