Well, so much for getting this finished by Halloween. Oh well.
Sam woke up early the next morning and opened up his laptop. Since they were getting nowhere with the job, he decided to do more research on Grudge Gwen. Apparently, she went to McKinley, she won an award for a science fair project and to this day, is displayed at the school.
Dean yawned, stretched and woke up. "I'm hungry." He muttered. He glanced over at his brother. "Find anything?"
"Yeah, actually." Sam replied. "Gwen won a science fair award. It's displayed at McKinley. Since she was cremated and we don't have anything she owns, this award should do."
"Okay, but, how are we going to get that award without anyone noticing?" Dean asked.
"It's still pretty early." Sam checked the time. "If we can get there before the staff and students, we can look around for it and grab it while everyone's in class."
"All right." Dean got dressed and grabbed some breakfast. "Let's go, then."
XXX
Jake ran through the halls until he found Ryder, Glee's newest member. "Hey, Ry! Here are your English notes. Thanks for letting me borrow them."
"Dude, three weeks and you're already saying 'thank you'?" Ryder raised his eyebrows.
"Eff off. I still have my badass side." Jake punched him on the shoulder. Ryder just laughed and put his notes in his backpack. They walked down a flight of stairs when they heard a scream. They ran the rest of the way down to see what was wrong.
Principal Figgins was propped up against a wall near his office held in place by a long dagger. A wig and princess crown sat atop his head, earrings in his ears, a pink prom dress, a sash over his shoulder that read "PROM QUEEN", pumps on his feet, and make-up on his face.
"Holy fuck!" Jake exclaimed.
"What the hell kind of sick joke is this?!" Ryder cried in shock and horror.
Sam (Winchester. Sam Evans isn't in this fic to avoid confusion) and Dean walked around a corner and saw a crowd forming around the principal's office.
"I'm guessing it's not a prayer circle." Dean deadpanned. They walked over to see Figgin's dead body pinned to the wall. Students were starting to panic, so he pulled out his FBI badge. "FBI! Everyone calm down!" To his relief, the students obeyed. "Now...until we get this sorted out, school's out."
The students cheered and ran off. Sam was shocked. Their principal was just discovered dead! Shouldn't they be more upset? He looked around and saw Blaine looking...scared? Worried? He turned and ran off. Hmm.
"We need to talk to that kid. Blaine." Sam whispered to Dean. "He knows something."
Dean nodded in agreement. "Good thing we have the award already."
XXX
Blaine knocked on Kurt's door. Kurt opened the door looking unhappy. "Yes?"
Blaine took a deep breath. "Figgins is dead. His murderer dressed him up like a Prom Queen and pinned him to the wall with a dagger."
"Well, he certainly got what's coming to him." Kurt folded his arms.
Blaine looked extremely shocked. "Karofsky bullies you to the point where you're traumatized and had nightmares of him raping you. A year later, you feel bad because you could have stopped his attempted suicide. But now when Mr. Schue and Principal Figgins die you're not upset in the least?"
"Why would I be? They mean nothing to me." Kurt shrugged. "Now, if you'll excuse me. I'm right in the middle of something." He slammed the door in Blaine's face, leaving him appalled and bewildered at his behavior.
'...the fuck just happened?' He thought. He trudged back to his car and drove home. When he opened the door, Dean appeared.
"Hey, Blaine. How's it going?" Dean greeted lightly. Blaine gasped slightly and stepped back. Sam caught him.
"We need to talk." Sam guided Blaine into the house and closed the door. Blaine sat on the couch, and the brothers sat on chairs opposite.
"Is, uh...is everything okay?" Blaine asked nervously.
"Uh...well, let's see...five men have been murdered in cold blood in the past five days, and a woman in New York was murdered the day before the first murder here." Dean replied. "Something tells me you know who's responsible."
Blaine tried to look calm. "I'm sorry. Based on what?"
"Based on the fact that you looked horrified when you saw your dead principal dressed like a prom queen. And you ran off like you knew something." Dean replied.
"It's your ex-boyfriend, isn't it?" Sam guessed. "I heard him talking to you on the phone yesterday. He didn't sound at all upset at your choir director's death."
"But that doesn't really prove anything." Blaine shook his head.
"It's the only lead we have. And Kurt is the only thing these people have in common." Dean said, controlling his frustration. Blaine hesitated. He didn't want to squeal out Kurt or get him in trouble. He's hurt him enough. Dean sighed in frustration and stood up. "That's it!" Blaine looked up in surprise, then horror as Dean picked Blaine up by the shirt and pinned him against a wall. "Listen, you plastic-haired hobbit. I have a missing prophet and the king of hell on my ass, so we have bigger fish to fry. The only reason I am on this case is because I vowed to stop every bad thing on the way. So, you know what? Either you tell us everything you know, or I will go all Jack Bauer on your ass!"
Sam cleared his throat. "Also, it's against the law to lie to the police and to cover up for your loved ones. So...you might as well tell us."
Blaine's breath caught in his throat. Did...did Agent Joseph just say something about a prophet and the king of hell? He was beginning to think those two were crazy. He decided it was safest to play along. Blaine held up his hands in surrender. "Okay. I will tell you everything, on one condition." Dean and Sam nodded eagerly. "I want immunity."
"Of course." Dean replied, slightly calmer.
"Not for me...for him." Blaine breathed. "I want immunity for Kurt."
"No problem."
XXX
About an hour later, Sam and Dean drove to the Hudson-Hummel home. Carole answered the doorbell.
Sam and Dean flashed their badges. "Good afternoon, ma'am. Agents Joseph and Sorenson. Is your son Kurt home?"
"Uh...n-no. What's this about?" Carole asked in surprise. Why is the FBI asking for Kurt?
"We need to speak with you and your husband. Is he here?" Sam asked.
Carole bit her lip and nodded. A few minutes later, Carole, Burt, and Finn (who overheard about the FBI and wanted in the conversation) sat on their couch across from Sam and Dean.
"What's this about?" Burt asked, echoing Carole's question earlier.
"Mr. Hummel..."
"Burt." Burt corrected.
"Burt." Dean repeated. "We think your son may be involved in the murders of Will Schuester, Ike Figgins, David Karofsky..."
Finn was shocked and confused. He slowly pointed to a picture of Kurt on an end table. "This guy?" Sam nodded.
"Based on what?" Burt asked incrediously.
"Kurt is the only thing...well...person that all these people have in common." Dean replied.
"I see. And that proves he's involved how?" Burt asked, trying to keep calm.
Sam and Dean exchanged glances. "Burt...Dave Karofsky bullied Kurt relentlessly, he is found dead a few days ago with his hands cut off and his lips burned off; Sebastian Smythe, who tried to break Kurt and his boyfriend up ended up dead with a knife sticking out of his eye and his dick cut off; Figgins went along with a cruel prank to crown Kurt Prom Queen, Figgins ends up dead dressed like a prom queen..."
"Wait- how do you know all this stuff?" Finn asked.
"His ex-boyfriend told us everything." Dean explained. "We offered Kurt immunity in exchange for the information."
"Even so, that doesn't mean Kurt killed all those people." Carole spoke up.
"I think you are wasting your time here." Burt added. How dare they accuse his son of murder!
"Maybe." Sam replied. "But...has he been acting differently lately? Cold, distant? Has there been any cold spells in this house or sulfer?"
"Uh, well, he has been acting different..." Finn said aloud. He didn't want to believe Kurt committed those murders. "But...come on- those things happened so long ago. And-and Kurt's idea of payback is challenging someone to a singing contest. He couldn't have killed all those people."
"Okay, then...another scenario would be that he's being controlled. He has no idea what he's doing." Sam added.
"What, you mean like...someone's brainwashing him?" Burt asked, getting pale.
"Most likely. I mean, if you truly believe he never killed anyone." Dean replied.
"But who's brainwashing him?" Carole gasped.
"That we don't know." Sam replied. He and Dean stood up. "We'll let you know if we have any leads. In the meantime, keep us posted on Kurt's out of character activities." He gave Burt a card.
"Now, wait a minute. That's it?" Burt asked holding his arms out in astonishment.
"Pretty much. We'll keep in touch." Dean smiled at the rhyme, and he and Sam left.
Burt scoffed and shook his head. "Of all the ridiculous..." He threw the card down on the coffee table and ran his hand over his scalp. He looked at his wife and stepson. "Do you believe those two?"
Carole shook her head. "I can't believe Kurt would do something like that." They turned to Finn, who looked up.
"Uh...no. Kurt couldn't have done this. He is not capable. I mean...come on- he rarely defends himself." Finn replied.
Burt heaved a sigh. At least his family is backing him up. "I guess...we just...wait, then."
"Wait?" Finn asked, confused.
"Well, there's really nothing we can do." Burt shrugged. "If we question him, things will only get worse."
"So, we just wait until something happens?" Carole asked in shock.
"If you have any better ideas, please let me know." Burt replied, simply.
XXX
Later, Sam and Dean drove around town looking for any sign of Kurt. They finally found him driving out of Hummel Tires and Lube and decided to follow. Kurt apparently didn't notice he was being followed. The Winchester brothers were lead to the Hummel house. They parked across the street.
Kurt walked into his house where Finn was about to go upstairs. Finn turned around to see his stepbrother.
"Oh. Hey, dude. Where've you been?" Finn asked, trying to look innocent.
Kurt shrugged. "Around. You?"
"I've been here all day. Uh...I've also been helping Ms. Pillsbury plan Mr. Schue's funeral." Finn exhaled. "You know, you'd be good help, too. I mean, you planned Coach Sylvestor's sister's funeral."
Kurt just laughed humorlessesly and shook his head much to Finn's bewilderment. "And why the hell would I ever plan that man's funeral? It'd be kind of awkward and ironic."
"Why would it be awkward and ironic?" Finn asked. He suddenly came to a realization. "Wait...did you...did you kill Mr. Schuester?" Kurt nodded. Hurt, betrayal, and anger bubbled up inside Finn. His eyes stung, and his throat closed up. He took a few deep breaths. "Why would you do that? He has done nothing to you!"
"Exactly." Kurt said simply.
Finn gasped. "What?"
Kurt stepped forward. "He rarely gave me solos, he never let me sing in competitions, he never did anything for me when I was bullied."
"Dude, that was years ago! That's not worth killing Mr. Schue over!" Finn yelled. "I can't believe you'd do something like this. Yeah, Mr. Schue didn't give you a lot of solos and didn't do anything when you were bullied, but...he still let you in Glee, and he gave you some songs."
"But not enough." Kurt pulled out his gun and aimed it at a very shocked Finn. "Care to guess what my beef against you is?"
Finn's eyes widened in shock and horror as his brother aimed his gun at him and looked at him with purest loathing. "Uh...dude...come on. I'm your brother. Plus, you forgave me for all my crap. Remember?"
"Yeah. I also remember that you said at our parent's wedding. 'No matter what it costs, I got your back.'. So...I guess that doesn't include your jealousy over my boyfriend whom you bullied when he transferred to McKinley." Kurt said.
Finn looked down. "Dude, come on. At least I didn't send him to a crack house."
Kurt shot his gun close to Finn causing him to flinch. "Kurt, you don't want to do this. This isn't you."
"The world would be a better place without you, Finn. You are the worst stepbrother ever. Choosing your reputation over me? Really?" Kurt looked at him in disgust. "I guess your mom, Mr. Schue, and I didn't teach you to be a man properly. You are a pathetic, whiny, hypocritical douche bag."
That stung Finn. "Dude, I'm sorry. I'll...I'll try to do better. I promise."
"You mean like you promised to always have my back no matter what it costs?" Kurt raised his eyebrows. "I don't want to take that chance. Good-bye, Finn."
BAM!
Kurt whirled around to see the door being slammed open. Seeing the Winchesters, he fled out the back.
"NO!" Dean growled in frustration. He turned to Sam. "Cut him off!" Dean chased Kurt out the back, and Sam ran out front. Kurt stood in the yard and watched as the two brothers ran towards him. He then ran off at the last minute, causing Sam and Dean to crash into each other. Finn ran out to see Kurt drive off. Dean stood up clumsily and pulled Sam with him. "You okay, Sammy?"
Sam rubbed his head and his back. "I've been hurt worse."
"Well, this is just great. We lost him again." Dean sighed in annoyance.
"Who's next on his hit list?" Sam wondered. He tried to remember the names Blaine told them. Let's see, there was Tibbideaux, Schue, Karofsky, Figgins, Finn, and... "Rachel and Blaine."
Finn's eyes widened. Without thinking, he pulled out his phone to call Rachel. It sounded like someone picked up, but they didn't say anything. "Rachel?"
"I thought you didn't want to talk to me anymore." Rachel said coldly.
Finn sighed in relief. "I don't, but...I just-"
"Finn, I gotta go. Kurt's here." Rachel said dismissively and hung up.
"But- wait...!" Finn looked at his phone and sighed. He looked up to see the Winchesters staring at him. "He's at Rachel's house."
"Great. Where does she live?" Dean asked.
Finn hesitated. "Wait...what are you going to do to him?"
"We're just going to place him under arrest, don't worry." Sam assured him.
Finn still wasn't sure, but he figured he better go along with it, anyway. "O-okay. Cool."
XXX
Rachel opened the door to let Kurt in. "Hey! Come on in." Kurt silently walked into her house. Rachel took no notice of her friend's somberness. "So, since Winter Showcase is in a couple of months, I thought you'd help me with my setlist."
Kurt chuckled softly. "It's all about you, isn't it?"
Rachel was confused. "Kurt, this is like my final exam. I need to pass so I can go on Broadway."
"Yeah, I really don't think that will happen." Kurt pulled out his gun, but kept it at his side.
AAAAHHHHH! CLIFFIE! XD
