Umm.. hi?

So I have school holidays now, which is very nice, but I have been given holiday homework, which is not very nice. Still, my aim is to complete at least one chapter from each of my glee fictions. Which includes this one. But it's short chapters sigh. I have taken some advice from reviews, and I just couldn't keep my otp away so you might see them implied, but it's okay because it will be central to the plot soon enough.

If you would like reading music I would recommend Bleed by Evanescence. It's creepy accurate for this chapter.

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Brittany stared, her feet frozen in the doorway, at the gruesome sight before her. The old corpse of Will Schuester lay, but with a new companion: the quickly colding Finn. And then there was Kurt, just as stiff as the two, but with an intense stare. His fist was still clenched, memory of the knife protruding from Finn's chest still lingering on his fingers.

"It's you," Brittany repeated. She wouldn't have believed it, even right now, but the slightly demented twitch of Kurt's eyelids was a giveaway. "You killed them."

Kurt raised placating hands. "Shh, Brittany, you don't want to wake anyone else up," he soothed. "It's not what it looks like."

"Really?" Brittany gulped, cynical, but not moving even when Kurt sidestepped a little. She followed his subtle movements with her eyes. "I know everyone thinks I'm stupid, but now you're just insulting me."

"I'm sorry," Kurt apologized, now close to the corpses. "Let me make up for it." As swift as he could, Kurt retrieved the knife from Finn's body. The shell resisted only slightly, lifting as the blade slid up and falling as it was removed. Kurt flung the weapon with all his might, aiming for Brittany's forehead. It would have hit, too, if she hadn't anticipated the attack and jumped to the left. The knife went on to pierce the wall, point first, inches into the wall.

Brittany woke from her slumber with a gasp, shoving Santana's hand off her stomach as she bolted upright. Santana snored, then lazily opened one eye.

"Why're you awake?" she asked groggily, pulling Brittany back down with her. She nestled into the crook of her neck, non fussed by the beads of sweat that already occupied the space, and certainly not distressed with the fact she was sharing a house with a cold blooded killer. "Go back to sleep."

"I can't," Brittany whispered, hands tugged protectively to her chest. "I had another dream."

"Another?" Santana groaned. "You sure?"

"Yes," Brittany said, "And it was like the first."

The first dream Brittany had on this trip was unsettling. She had dreamt that Mr Schuester was killed. Stabbed by the fireplace, to be precise. It was only when what she predicted came true that Brittany was motivated enough to confide in Santana. Unfortunately, Santana had been less than understanding.

"Britt," she had said, "You know I love you. But this is too much like the time you said zombies ate the AV Club."

But this time Brittany was not going to let the sickly feeling of ignorance reside in her stomach until morning. She slowly rose from the bed, certain to keep Santana draped by the sheets.

"Just don't let anyone see you," Santana warned, "We're not allowed to share rooms. Not that anyone will tell us off now..." she trailed off.

Brittany nodded and quietly slipped out the door. The carpeted hallway deftly muted the sound of her footsteps, as well as tingling her bare feet into a more conscious movement. Not that that small wake up was needed, as when she turned at the end of the hallway she saw the last signs of life slowly ebb from Finn's body, and Kurt above him with a knife.

Brittany gasped, a little too loudly, as Kurt's head jerked to her direction. His pupils dilated as he rose, lifting the knife out of Finn's body as he did so, resembling a lion stumbling upon its prey. Brittany was caught off guard as Kurt burst into a run, knife pointed out, towards her. Kurt rushed, pushing her against the wall and gingerly resting the knife on her neck. She shuddered, feeling both the pressure of the weapon and the cold blood from its previous victim. She didn't dare move, as she knew it would result in death. She felt completely and utterly helpless as her neck was pushed back more, losing ease of breath, locking eyes with Kurt until a piercing scream distracted him. It was Santana in the hallway, screaming blue murder. With a swift knee to the groin Brittany felt a sigh of relief when her neck was released. She ran towards Santana, hands timidly placed around her wound.

"The hell is going on?!" Puck's gruff voice yelled from a room, and a door opened to reveal both him and Sam. Puck's eyes trailed from Kurt kneeling on the floor, bloody knife in hand to the two girls hysterically fretting. "...Shit..."

"It's Kurt! It's Kurt!" Brittany cried into Santana's shoulder, as the hallway filled with the remaining students. "Kurt killed Finn! He killed him and he tried to kill me!" Brittany stifled her sobs on Santana, and the hallway was filled with quiet giggling.

Kurt shakily regained his stance, the force of his laughter making his shoulders heave. He grew louder, and everyone slowly tensed as he bellowed in a deep voice much unlike his own. Mercedes stepped out from the crowd, both hands gripping the cross adorning her neck. "Kurt?" she asked, as if saying his name would extract the evil from within him. It quelled his laughter, though, and he gripped onto the knife with white knuckles. "...Kurt?" She took a cautious step forward, then quickly back as he growled.

"So, you suddenly decided to care, did you?" he asked in a sickly sweet tone. He bellowed, quickly and harshly, before quieting again. "Well, I think you should be more worried about yourself." And with that, the knife in his hand was thrown so fast into the chest of the negotiator a blink would have missed it. Mercedes fell, and the others cried out as she choked on air.

"Mercedes!" Sam cried, moving closer until a hand jerked him back.

"Run," Puck whispered, as Kurt calmly went over to the body and knelt beside it. Oddly enough, the guilt felt of leaving a friend was not enough to overcome the fear of death, and the remaining New Directions quietly and rather easily escaped from the mansion.

Kurt stroked Mercedes' fringe, lovingly observing the way she convulsed, trying to combat the lack of air reaching her lungs. He couldn't quite find a similar beauty than watching how blood stained clothes in such elegant patterns, or how quickly warm skin could turn to icy flesh.

"Poor Mercedes'," he tutted, swatting her hands from the crucifix on her chest. He stared into her frantic eyes as she weakly tried to hold on to her talisman. Pulling the chain off her neck, he threw it away with a laugh. "Now, there's no point in that. It's not like you're going to climb a white escalator to the pearly gates? I doubt Saint Peter has enough time with all his applicants." He sniggered coldly, seeming to be most at life in the presence of the dying. "Oh," he jumped up, "I almost forgot." He roughly yanked the knife from her chest, and more blood leaked from her wound. "I'm going to need this." He watched his 'best friends' eyes flutter briefly, before walking in search of the others.

"Say hi to Finn for me," he chuckled, hoping she had enough time left to her that before leaving.

"It's Kurt," Tina cried. The group was stuck at the burnt bridge, trying to locate a place to hide. "I can't believe it's Kurt. Why does he want to kill us?"

"I don't know," Mike soothed, rubbing her arm. He noticed a looming shadow from the front door, and the figure quickly melted into the darkness. It was late, the bright moon casting plentiful shadows. A feeling of paranoia erupted in the group, unaware whether a shadow contained a killer or just empty space. "But we can't think of that now." He pointed to the forests that surrounded the back of the mansion, trying to convince himself the snap of a twig he heard was just an animal. "We have to hide! Now!"

Okay, I hope you enjoyed. I fear my writing is lacking in goodness, so please tell me if there is declining quality.

Thank for you being so patient, I really am appreciative.