So here's a little ending for you all! Short, but it's decent, I wrote it in a hurry, but I thought it made it's point. Thank you all for reading and enjoying my story! this is sadly the end! Please review!

Epilogue

Trent shoved Kurt's limp body, just to be sure he had done the deed. Kurt lay motionless, lifeless. He was even more pale than he was alive, and looked so even more from the bright blood that gushed over his porcelain skin.

Trent gazed into the grey eyes that no longer showed any signs of life. The eyes that touched his own heart so powerfully, they led him to do this. Murder the love of his life, and not only him. He looked around the dark house, realizing what he had really done.

"It wasn't supposed to be like this." He whispered to himself. "Not them." He stared at Rachel, Kurt's greatest friend. He stalked off to the dining hall, and saw Kurt's step-brother, Finn. From his spot he could see into the kitchen where Blaine lay, filthy in blood. His death was most gruesome next to Kurt's. After all, he was the one who stole Kurt from him. If I wasn't such a coward, Trent thought to himself letting a hard tear fall down his cheek. He wiped it away with anger.

"No." He said. "I had to." He told himself. I had to. He repeated in his mind over and over. But he knew the more times he said it, the less he believed it. He turned full circle right back to the reason he did this. Kurt. He followed him to Dalton just on the slight chance Kurt might notice him. But who would? No one noticed him. He was an outcast, a loser, a fag. Above all things he hated being called that. To him it meant that people didn't think he was good enough. It meant that people didn't think he could do anything. Well look at him now right?

"I did this." I did this. He said over and over, on one side because it meant he was good enough. But he said it to try and remind himself what he did. He murdered four people. All in the name of love…right? Or revenge? He wasn't sure anymore.

There was one thing he was sure of by now as he looked at the glorious mess he's made. How thrilled he was as blood pumped through his veins as he drained another's. How great it felt to get back at someone who had tormented him his entire life with just their mere existence. He was sure he'd want to do it again, to others who loathed him and made his life Hell. He was sure of one thing only that came from the murders of Rachel Berry, Finn Hudson, Blaine Anderson, and Kurt Hummel.

"I liked it."

Day: Sunday March 18th

Year: 2019

Time: 8:00 pm

The blond haired reporter stood facing the camera informing it's viewing audience what went on at the Hummel-Anderson residence late last night. She was saying something about how it the most gruesome homicide in Ohio. And something about the killer getting away.

"Bullshit." Sebastian Smythe cursed his television. He would certainly be questioned once Kurt's father heard about this. Everyone knew he was a perfectly eligible killer since he hated Kurt so much and loved Blaine…well Blaine's ass.

Everyone would think hearing the news of Blaine and Kurt's wedding would push him over the edge, so far as to kill the couple. Though Kurt wasn't the first person he really hated. And just now it was coming back to him. Some kid he went to Dalton with was all over him once he found out he was gay. The kid must not have had much action if he actually tried a shot with Sebastian Smythe. The kid was an outcast, a loser, a fag.

"What was his name?" Sebastian thought as his phone rang. He picked it up not looking at who was calling.

"Let's play a game."