Warning: Murder, Serial killers, nothing too gory
Beta: Many thanks to the lovely jwmelmoth, and as always, all mistakes are my own.
Disclaimer: Neither Glee nor Bones is mine, nor do I wish them to be
AN: Kurt and Puck are best friends. There might be a flashback on why later, but it doesn't really matter. You just have to know they're best friends.
AN 2: This is a story that wouldn't leave my head, and it's also a late birthday present for soshistorm
Rachel bounced on her feet outside the door as she rang the bell. The house was a familiar one, though she hadn't been there a lot. It was big and impersonal and fit the people currently living in it perfectly. She looked around as she waited for the door to open. She wore a skirt that reached about midways on her naked thighs, and a sweater that clung to the little curve she had.
Just as she thought she was out of luck and no one was home, the door finally opened. The man in front of her was about Kurt's height, blond and looked at her with dark eyes. "Yes?"
She smiled her star smile at him and bounced a little again, her skirt bouncing with her and twirling a little around her legs. "Hi! I'm looking for Quinn?"
The gaze grew darker, and the man almost spat out. "She doesn't live here anymore."
"Really? Oh, shoot, I really needed to talk with her. Do you know where she is?"
"No." The answer was short and gruff.
Rachel continued twirling and bouncing in place, knowing it made her look years younger. "Oh, okay." Suddenly she tripped over her own legs and bumped right into the man. "Oh, I am so sorry! I am such a klutz, I'm really sorry!"
He gave her a hand and grumbled an answer, seconds later closing the door in her face.
As she walked down the driveway, she smiled a little to herself. A minute or so later, she climbed into a car. Kurt looked over at her with raised eyebrows. "Did you get it done?"
She gave him a smile and held up the small syringe. When Mr. Fabray died some hours later of a heart attack, no one would even think to connect it to them.