Whodunit?
A Brittana Murder mystery. A death shakes the lives of Brittany and Santana. Inspired by Agatha Christie.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or its characters. I do not own anything written by Agatha Christie (basic idea comes from Crooked House).
A/N: Thank you to those who have reviewed Chapters 1 and/or 2. I had to right a paper and attend an Oscar party. That is why this is late. Sorry.
Chapter 3
Brittany and Santana approached the grounds of the Sue Sylvester Estate. Santana had never been here before; she had merely heard about it in brief snippety stories Brittany would tell her. The blonde did not do this place justice. It was breathtakingly huge. Being an entertainment entrepreneur sure had its advantages.
"God Brittany, this place is huge!"
"Is it?" Brittany replied and noticed the bug-eyed expression on Santana's face. "Well, obviously it is. But sometimes size just leads to loneliness."
"Well you'll have me by your side as long as we stay here. Okay?"
Brittany nodded. They clasped their hands together and continued on their trek up the lengthy driveway to the front door. They had finally reached the front door when Brittany stopped them before making their way inside. "I just want to make something clear Santana." Santana was now a little bit nervous. Brittany continued, "The people in this house are my friends. I love them like they were my brothers and sisters. But one of them killed Sue, and I can't look at any of them the way I used to until I have all the answers. I hate that I am asking you to basically spy on them, but there isn't any other way."
Santana felt so proud that her girlfriend trusted her enough to say all that to her. She pulled Brittany into a hug and rubbed her hair in a comforting manner. "You can count on me, Brittany."
They made their way into the house. Any hope Santana had for a discreet arrival were immediately dashed when a small, meek looking man ran up to Brittany and enveloped her in a hug. He exclaimed, "Brittany! I'm so glad you are back. In times like these we should be together." Santana noticed his voiced matched his appearance. She noticed he was wearing fashionable closes that would rival her fashion sense. While making these observations, she observed that he had let go off Brittany and was now moving to hug her! "And you too. You must be Santana. Brittany has told us some much about you."
Santana didn't want to create an awkward moment, but at Brittany's nonverbal urging Santana hugged the stranger back. "I hope she's had some discretion with what she's been telling you guys."
"Oh honey, with the amount of stuff Brittany tells me about you, I could push all your worst buttons, and maybe even some of your good ones, if I swung that way." The moment was definitely awkward now. "I'm Kurt Hummel: performer, costume designer, master gourmet, etc. But none of that is important now. To you I shall be Kurt Hummel: friend!" He completed his introduction by moving his hands in a way that made Santana think she should be imagining that name on some sort of regal marquee.
"Kurt, I think you're scaring Santana. If you don't mind I'm going to take her up to my room and help her get settled in."
With that Santana clung to Brittany's arm as they moved through the rest of the house towards Brittany's room. "No more hugs, okay Brittany."
They arrived in a long corridor and Santana noticed each door was personalized with the names of the occupants. A lot of people live in this house. This could be harder than Santana had assumed it would be. They went inside Brittany's (or now their) room and started unpacking Santana's things. Once they had finished, they just laid down on the bed holding each other.
Santana noticed after a while that Brittany had fallen asleep. Santana took this opportunity to think about her life and the situation that had been placed in front of her. How should she go about doing this? She needed everyone to trust her enough to tell her about the gritty details. Judging by what happened with Kurt, it might not be a problem. But she hadn't met the rest of the house's occupants yet. At least she'd have Brittany to help her.
Santana was snapped out of her contemplation by Brittany beginning to writhe about in her grasp. She was muttering things under her breath and she looked extremely uncomfortable.
Santana hated seeing this in Brittany. She nudged her awake. "Britt, wake up."
Brittany awoke almost immediately and was breathing heavily. "Sorry San, it was nothing … just a dream." She managed to get out between deep breaths.
"Sounded more like a nightmare to me. Sit up and tell me about it. It'll help."
Brittany complied. "It was about Sue. And it wasn't really a nightmare, it was more like a dream about a bad memory if that makes any difference."
"You were the one to find the body?"
"Yea….
...
Two Days Ago
Brittany walked into the house, but it was more like a sashay or skip. She was quite happy. Who wouldn't be happy if the love of their life were coming back home after spending almost a whole year away? She attempted to quietly make her way to the stairs.
"Afternoon Brittany! I didn't even realize you had gone out." Brittany turned out to see Kurt staring back at her all-inquisitive.
"Oh hey Kurt." Brittany attempted to change the subject: "Is Sue around? I have some news for her."
"I think she's still in her room."
"But it's 2 in the afternoon."
"Well you know Sue, sometimes night caps turn into morning caps." Kurt was implying that Sue would be incredibly hungover. "If you want to unleash the beast, go ahead, but don't say I didn't warn you."
"Well I'll be careful, don't worry." Brittany turned to leave but Kurt stopped her.
"You know what, I'll make things easier for you. I am going to brew up some of Sue's coffee, and take it up with you."
A couple minutes later, the pair ascended the staircase and made their way down the long corridor toward the master bedroom. When they reached their destination, Brittany casually knocked on the door. "Sue, it's Brittany and Kurt. Can we come in?" There was no answer. "Should we go in?"
Kurt nodded and clutched the door handle. He looked into Brittany's eyes for reassurance. She gave him as much as she could. They opened the door and went inside. Brittany looked about the room. There was an empty glass next to the bed. The window was open. And Sue lay before them, motionless in her bed.
"Sue?"
"Sue, get up. I made you coffee and Brittany says she has news."
But an answer never came.
...
….. so after that Kurt got the idea to check her pulse. That's when realized she was dead. I had never seen death up close like that Santana"
"No one should ever she death like you saw it."
"The police came and took her away. At first I thought, you know, that it could have been natural or something. Like, Sue didn't eat the healthiest, and she drank a lot. But then I was giving the cop my statement, and the guy with the fancy suitcase said that he found traces of poison in Sue's glass."
"Where would somebody find poison?"
"I don't know San, why would I know that?"
"I wasn't accusing you, I'm just talking to myself, B."
"Then they gathered us in the library and told us not the leave town. They were sure that one of us had to have done it."
"That's horrible." The more information Santana learned about this mystery, the more it made her regret ever promising Brittany she would figure it out. "That's enough talking now. It's almost dinnertime. Do you guys usually eat together, or just when you want to?"
"It's not an every day thing, but I'll suggest that we all eat together, tonight. That way you'll get to meet everyone."
"Yea, meet everyone." More like spy she thought to herself.
The couple headed down to the dinning room. "Stay here, I'll try and get everyone."
Santana sat quietly at the table and little by little people started slowly filtering into the room to join her. The first was a short, long haired brunette. She dragged behind her a tall lanky guy that looked like he wasn't very coordinated. They had been talking rather loudly in the hall, but they hushed when they saw her. "Hi, I'm Santana."
The girl responded quickly. "Oh dear, that explains that. I though for a second you were some type of evil prowler taking advantage of Sue untimely passing to steal our ornate china and silverware. Even if you were that type of person you wouldn't have gotten away with it, because even though I look small, I am extremely feisty. Right Finn?"
"What?"
"Just agree with me."
"Yes, what Rachel said." Santana figured that back and forth was a common occurrence between the two of them.
"It is so nice to finally meet the mythical Santana Lopez. Brittany is always talking about you. Sometime I think she talks about you more than she talks about herself. I, of course, am Rachel Berry. This is Finn Hudson. We are the stars of the show."
"Isn't it an ensemble?" This girl was already starting to irritate Santana.
"An ensemble of which we are the stars. Duh?"
Santana thought about pressing the two for more information, but before she could they were joined by another resident seeking dinner. This was a big, but beautiful black woman who carried with her a sassy demeanor. "Aww hell no Rachel, no one wants to hear about you. Sit down and leave the poor girl alone." Rachel was sufficiently shut up. The woman turned to Santana. "I'm Mercedes. You're lucky I had the chef prepare some tots."
The next to arrive was Kurt who she recognized from before. He made no attempts to hug her this time. He was followed by a man and a woman, both Asian. They could have been siblings or a couple; she couldn't figure it out; she'd pursue that question later. Then Brittany returned.
Whispering in Santana's ear she said, "I couldn't convince everyone, but this is a good start right?"
"There's more?"
END OF CHAPTER 3
A/N: There is in fact a few more, Ms Lopez. More on that later.