Disclaimer: Glee is sadly not mine.
Author's Note: Just enjoy it. The conclusion is coming.
Kurt walked into school, making no effort to hide the gun. Kurt first came upon a group of jocks gathered around a water fountain. He raised the loaded gun. BAM! The bullet went into the head of one Dave Karofsky. BAM! BAM! BAM! Three more shots killed three more football players. People were running. Kurt continued down the hallway, taking out anyone who looked at him. He approached Coach Sylvester's office. She poked her head out to see what all the commotion was. Kurt shot her right between the eyes. He then approached Ms. Pillsburry's office. "Kurt, how can I-" BAM! Her sentence was cut off by a bullet to the heart. Principal Figgins rushed into her office, an alarmed look on his face. Kurt shot him in the left arm. Now off to complete the final mission. He worked his way around the school, finding the remaining members of the glee club. He led each of them at gunpoint to the choir room.
The eight frightened students sat in the choir room, wondering what would happen next. Kurt sat poised at the front of the room, the rifle in his lap. "So." He began. "I'm guessing you'd all like to know why you're here." Everyone nodded. "Well first of all, not all of you are going to die. That would be silly." The members of New Direction exchanged confused glances. "Some of you are just here for the show. The rest of you are the very reason I'm doing this. You've pushed me to the edge. And you see, that's not a good idea. We'll start with Artie. Come join me up here." Artie gulped and wheeled himself to the front of the room. "You may go." Artie quickly rolled out the door. "Quinn. You're next." Quinn scurried her way next to Kurt. " Now, Quinn. You've been quite the little bitch. Your little snide comments, and not to mention how you were always pawing at Finn. That's going to cost you." BAM! "Goodbye Quinn." The remaining students gasped and froze. "Brittany! You may go. Tina! You may go." The two girls scampered off, most likely to find help. "Santana, you're up." Santana slowly walked to the front of the room. "Much like Quinn, you've been quite snotty. Even when I joined the Cheerio's, you didn't accept me. You may join Quinn." BAM! Mike, Matt, and Finn were the only people left. "Mike, Matt. You both may go." The two gave Finn a worried look before exiting the room. "Now, Finn. Finn Hudson. McKinley High's golden boy. You've done many wrongs. You were a part of the football team's antics. You ruined my Dolce and Gabana rain coat. You told me off in my own home. And last, but certainly not least, you broke my heart. And that's the worst thing of all." Kurt paced across the room, the gun barely within reach. "Kurt, you don't have to do this." Finn began walking toward Kurt. "We can run away. Together." Kurt stopped. "What?" Finn chuckled. "You're so cute when you're confused." Kurt looked at Finn. "But all those things you said…" Finn pressed a finger to the smaller boy's lips. "I was in denial. But now, seeing you this powerful, it just gets me so hot." Kurt whimpered. Finn leaned forward and pressed his lips against Kurt's. When Kurt relaxed into the kiss, Finn lunged for the gun. He successfully retrieved it and pointed it a Kurt. "You ass! I swear to God, I'll kill you!" Kurt screeched. "I'm the one with the gun, remember?" Finn remarked. Seconds later, the police burst in. They pointed their guns at Finn. "It's not him, it's not him!" Tina screamed. Finn placed the gun on the floor and kicked it to one of the officers. He gave Kurt one last look before running out the door. The officers lowered their weapons. "Kurt Hummel, you're under arrest for murder. You have the right to remain silent…..
Author's Note: I'm sorry I had to kill everybody. There's one more chapter to go, so stay tuned.
