Kurt POV
I lay there on my bed staring up at the ceiling, in the male version of lingerie. I contemplate my life. "Have I done enough?" I ask myself, even though I know the answer. No. I haven't done anything. My partner in crime walks in.
"Rachel, what are you doing here?" I ask, but she only says one word; "Sam" and I realize that this would be my third murder. I lace up my stripper-heels and walk out.
"Are you ready to die, Sam Evans?" I say as I toss the knife as if it were a baton. I still had on my lingerie.
"Yes, I'm ready, Kurt, if my life were to be taken, I wish it at your hands." This surprises me. I decided to be a little more humane, just today, and I hung him center stage, with a note in his pocket saying how he loved me, I told him to write it. It made me seem less of a suspect, and more like the victim I needed to be.
I woke up with my TV on, I didn't turn it on however. My dad must have, my sweet father, the one who tried to keep me from falling into the abyss. It worked. Now I'm pushing people off the edge.
"This morning yet another member of the McKinley High School Glee Club 'New Directions' has been found dead, however, It appears to be a suicide. Mr. Sam Evans hung himself center-stage in the April Rhodes Civic Pavilion at approximately midnight last night, with a note in his pocket. The note mentions a secret crush Kurt Hummel a fellow Glee member. If you have any information leading to the serial murder of Finnegan Hudson, please call the number at the bottom of the screen"
I sigh and turn off the television. They portrayed me as the boy's lover, not killer. I walk to my car with their screams deafening me.
