3) Shoe.
"Come on Finn Bear, The shops close in half an hour!" An excited Rachel berry shouted, Dragging an exhausted Finn Hudson behind her.
"Come on Rachel, Can't we just go home, I'm sure the shoe's will still be there tomorrow!"
"No. Finn, come on, please?" The hobbit like girl begged.
"Fine, Quickly though? I'm gonna miss the game!"
"I'll be quick, I promise!" Rachael ran into the shoe shop like a over excited 5 year old, and with the clothes she wore people were most definitely mistaking her for a 5 year old. "THERE THEY ARE!" she screamed, running over to a beautiful pair of golden heels. She ran like the wind over to them but she was late. A woman with a petite figure, and rather short hair had them in her hands.
"Hey! Lady, Those shoes are mine!" Rachel screamed pulling on the woman's shoulder so she could see her face, but as she turned round she noticed that this was no woman! It was Kurt!
"Woah, Calm down hobbit!" Kurt laughed at Rachel!
"I'm not taking this any more Kurt! Give me the shoes!" She shouted.
"No way. No-one shouts at my boy!" Shouted Blaine, who was accompanying Kurt on his quest for the golden heels, and with one swift movement he grabbed a stiletto off the shoe shelf and jammed it into the manly girls head repeatedly until she gasped for breath and fell dead to the floor.
"Good one babe!" Kurt said, throwing his arms round Blaine's neck.
Blaine was so into the hug, he barely even noticed Finn stabbing a shoe into his back. It was Kurt that first noticed it, when he started to pull away from the hug he saw the blood dripping from his hands. As he let go of Blaine he screamed and Blaine fell, Dead, to the floor. His head flashed over to Finn.
"Oh No you didn't!" Kurt shouted, picking up a floral wedged heel of the table next to him and launching it at Finns head. It hit him right on the forehead, the blow killing him instantly.
Kurt stared around the shop, through all this murdering, he barely noticed the other people in the shop. Who were all now gasping in shock and the teens lying dead on the floor. Kurt knew if he didn't get out of there quickly he would get caught by the police, so he fled. Straight home, grabbed his pass port, all the money he could find, and a few of his favourite out fits. When he had all his stuff he called for a taxi, and went straight to the closest air port. He boarded the first flight he found (which was to Mexico FYI) and finally started to relax. Until he looked down at his hands half way through the flight and noticed he still had his dead boyfriends blood all over his hands. He scrubbed his hardest to get it all off, when finally the plane touched down and Kurt could chill.
To this day, Kurt Hummel is still living in Mexico, with his handsome husband Marco. He's started using a fake name and now has a brand new Job. His name is Carlito Banisa.
No one will ever know.
EVER.