AN: Hello my lovely readers! This chapter, like Santana's Plan, will be in two parts. If you don't like blood or anything related to it, this and the next chapter aren't for you. Have fun reading! :)
Disclaimer: I'm not the three men who made Glee. I'm just a 12-year-old girl with issues just like everyone else!
Forbidden, Chapter 6: Criss-cross
As Prom draws closer, Quinn was becoming more and more desperate about bring Prom Queen. Though she doesn't have a Prom King to her Queen, she was forced to go with plan B, something she calls, Operation: Eliminating the competition.
"Hey, Blaine!" Quinn greeted as she walked up to him at his locker.
"Hey, Quinn, how you been?" Blaine smiled.
"Great. Thanks for asking", she smiled back, "I have something for you to do".
"What is it?"
"It's about Prom", she said shyly.
"What about Prom?" he asked.
Quinn looked around nervously and whispered to him, "I can't tell you here, meet me at the library after third period". She walked away, leaving Blaine to think about the favor.
"Hey, Blainey-boo!" Rachel said as she pecked his cheek, "Are you alright? You seem distracted".
"I'm fine. Did you just call me "Blainey-boo"?" Blaine said.
"Yes, I did. It's my new nickname for you. Do you like it?" Rachel asked.
"Of course I do!" Blaine lied.
Rachel could only smile at her boyfriend's obvious lie, "So, I saw you talking to Quinn just now. What were you guys talking about?"
"Nothing really, classes, Prom, glee club", Blaine shrugged.
"What do you mean, 'Prom'?"
"She wanted me to do something".
"For Prom?" Rachel asked, crossing her arms across her chest. Blaine nodded.
"I'll see you later", Blaine said as the bell rang. He kissed her before leaving for his class.
After third period, Blaine entered the library to meet Quinn. She was sitting at a table, reading a book while waiting for Blaine.
"Hey, Quinn", Blaine greeted.
"Take a seat, Blaine", Quinn said, not even lifting her eyes from the book.
"What do you need me to do?" Blaine whispered, though there were only a few students, it was still a library, so they needed to stay quiet.
"You know I want to be Prom Queen, right? But not just for the cheap tiara – God, no – I want the power. But I can't do it on my own since I dump Finn from being my Prom King. So I'm left with plan B, eliminate the competition", Quinn explained.
"Won't people know you did it? Since you'll be the only Prom candidate left", Blaine asked.
"That's where you come in. You'll eliminate them", Quinn said.
"Why do you need me?" Blaine asked yet again.
"Because, Finn, Mercedes and Tina's soft, Puck's a Prom candidate and can't kill himself or his girlfriend, same with Lauren and Santana. Brittany's dumb, Artie's crippled, Rachel's…Rachel-"
"Hey!"
"And Kurt will tell Mercedes", Quinn finished as if Blaine didn't interrupt her.
"So, you're left with me", Blaine said, either a statement or a question. Quinn nodded. "Wait, what about Mike?" Blaine asked.
"Who?"
"Never mind. I still don't understand why you chose me", Blaine said.
Quinn sighed and mumbled, "Why does everyone like this idiot?"
"You know, I can hear you, right?" Blaine said, "Anyway, I want something in return".
"Like?" Quinn asked as she got impatient.
"I want you to eliminate Vocal Adrenaline", Blaine said.
"What? Why?" Quinn asked.
"Why do you want to kill some of my friends?"
"Fine. Look inside your locker after lunch. Something will be on the top of it", Quinn said as she stood up.
"Why?" Blaine asked, also standing.
"Because I said so!" Quinn whisper-yelled. They both left to their respective classes.
She watched their conversation with interested eyes. She heard every word and watched their every move. She was forming a plan, the perfect plan. But for now, she'll just wait.
After lunch, Blaine went to his locker and found a gun taped at the very place Quinn told him to look for. There was also a note stuck with it, "KILL PICK AND LAUREN FIRST". He took a deep breath, dragged the gun out, slammed his locker shut and went to find Puck.
"Hey, babe, I…need you…to come to room 52, the English room or something", Puck said over the phone to Lauren. Blaine had his gun to Puck's head.
"Puckerman, why do you want me here?" Lauren stopped at the door when she saw Blaine with his gun and Puck on the ground, bloody. "What's going on here, Anderson?"
Blaine shot her without hesitant. He felt the adrenaline rush through him from killing them. He heard some footsteps and quickly escaped through the window.
He went to his locker and kept his gun when Rachel ran up to him with tears running down her cheeks.
"Something terrible just happened!" she yelled as she hugged him. Blaine tried his best to calm her down, but eventually she managed to control her tears and tell him what happened, "P-Puck and L-Lauren a-are d-d-d-dead!"
Wow, news travels fast here!, he thought. "What? How?" he asked, acting cool.
"I-I don't know. I j-just h-heard Mr. Schuester and Principal Figgins saying t-that they found Puck a-and Lauren d-dead in room 51", Rachel said shakily.
"It's 52, actually", Blaine mumbled.
"What?" Rachel asked.
"Nothing, why don't we look for ourselves?" Blaine asked.
"I don't know", Rachel mumbled as she looked down.
"Only if you're willing to", Blaine said.
She looked up at him with her big brown eyes – though they were still a little red and puffy from the crying – and said, "Alright. I think I can handle it".
They reached room 52 in a few minutes and there they were, bloody and being carried away in body bags by police.
Rachel's eyes filled with tears again and began to sob quite loudly. Blaine hugged her and hushed her.
After Mr. Schue finished talking to the police, he went to Blaine and Rachel. "Guys, emergency glee club meeting", he said softly. Blaine nodded and brought Rachel to the choir room.
Most of the New Directions were already in the choir room, some crying silently, others sobbing. Even Quinn, who was shedding a few tears, even though she was in on the whole thing.
"I know you all heard about Puck and Lauren. I'm very sorry. I-"
"What do we do now?" Brittany asked, holding Santana and rubbing her back.
"I don't know really. But Principle Figgins told everyone to leave early for today and I just spoke to the police, they said we could visit the autopsy if we want to see their bodies", Mr. Schue said, "So, you all could go home".
Everyone gathered their stuff and left for the day. The ones who seem to be hurting the most about Puck's death were Rachel, Santana and Quinn(on the outside).
Blaine took Rachel home to make sure she was alright. "I'm fine, Blaine, you don't have to be strong for me", Rachel assured.
"Really?" Blaine asked.
"Really", she kissed his forehead and went to her house. She waved at him before she disappeared into her house.
Blaine went to see the bodies, he didn't really expect to see Quinn there.
"Quinn, are you alright?" he asked. He heard her sniff and saw her wipe her tears quickly.
"I'm fine, what are you doing here?" she hissed.
"I'm here to see my friends too, you know", he said it like it was the most obvious things in the world.
"Please, they're not my friends", Quinn said.
"No, but Puck was. In fact he was more than that to you, wasn't he?" Blaine said.
"You don't know me", Quinn said.
"But I know enough that he was in love with you, but you pushed him away", Blaine walked towards her but she recoiled. He continued, "You two only stayed together because of your baby-"
"Blaine, stop. Just, stop", Quinn closed her eyes tightly to make sure her tears won't fall, "I don't need a recap of my life. Just kill Karofsky tomorrow. I don't care how, I don't care when. Just do it". She walked past him and out of the autopsy.
She was watching them again, somewhere in the shadows.
Her plan was falling into place. She went through her plan countless of times, perfected it, pulled loose ends. It was perfect.
The next day, Blaine found Karofsky in the boys' locker room. He planned on killing him then and there, luckily, he and Karofsky were the only ones there.
"Karofsky!" he called out.
"What do you want, homo?" Karofsky hissed.
"I'm not gay", Blaine said calmly.
"Right, you're dating that loud hobbit", he spat.
"Alright, that's it!" Blaine took out his gun and pointed at him.
"Woah! What the hell, dude?" Karofsky yelled and Blaine shot him point blank.
Again, Blaine felt the same adrenaline rush from killing someone and quickly left before anyone came.
He managed to reach his locker and put on his hoddie before anyone could notice the blood on his shirt. He kept his gun, grabbed his backpack and left for class.
She watched him closely, her hawk eyes trained on his every move, watched all his killings.
"Hey, Rach. You alright?" Blaine asked as he sat next to her during lunch.
"No", she said, her voice thick, like she had been crying all day. She didn't have the strength to eat, to study, or even sleep.
"You should go home", he said.
"I can't."
"Why?"
"I miss him", she said, tears threatening to fall.
"I miss him too", he said.
"We all do", Kurt said.
"He was the only one who cared about me. He was the only one who was there when I needed it", Rachel said, "Other than you two", she gestured to Blaine and Kurt. Blaine took her hand into his and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"I'm going to go", she said as she got up.
"Where?" Blaine asked.
"The auditorium, don't bother coming after me", she said and left.
"She's broken", Kurt said.
"What?" Blaine asked.
"She's broken", Kurt repeated, "He was like her brother, he was like mine. Just give her some time, she'll come around and open up to you. Just be sure to be there."
"Thanks, Kurt", Blaine gave him a small smile.
"Anytime, Blaine. I'll see you in glee club", Kurt said as he too, left.
"Are you ok?" Brittany asked Santana.
"I'm fine", Santana replied quietly.
"Come here", Brittany said as she hugged Santana and kissed the side of her head.
"It's gonna be ok. Everything's gonna be fine", Brittany whispered to her.
"Thanks, Britt. I love you", Santana said, not caring if anyone heard.
"I love you too, San", Brittany said.
"Brittany, Santana?" a voice said.
"Yes, Blaine?" Santana asked.
"I have a present for you", Blaine said as he gave her a nicely wrapped box with a glittery light pink ribbon tied around it.
"Thanks", Santana took the present and put it in her locker.
"You alright?" he asked.
"I'm fine."
"Alright, bye", he waved at them.
"Bye", Santana and Brittany said.
"Santana", Brittany said, capturing the Latina's attention, "Open it."
"Why?" she asked.
"So you can get your mind of, them", Brittany said, referring to Puck and Lauren.
"Fine", Santana sighed. She untied the ribbon, tore up the wrapper and lifted the lid of the box. The sight that they saw was truly magnificent. It was a tiara, not the cheap kind, like the real kind. It sparkled like the Sun.
"Wanna try it?" Brittany asked.
"Help me?" Santana asked back.
Brittany nodded and picked up the tiara. She gently placed it on Santana's head. "You look beautiful", she said as she placed a soft kiss on Santana's lips.
"Thanks", Santana said.
"I love you", Brittany said it this time.
"I love you too", Santana said.
Little did they know that the tiara was actually an explosive. It tick…Tick…Tick…Tick…Tick…BOOM!
The sound shook the whole school. The police had to cut off the hallway from the rest of the school. She thought this was the perfect time to start her plan: Kill the Glee Club.
AN: Another author's note. What do you think? How do you want the glee club members to die? Who do you think she is? Here's a hint: It's not Quinn.
Hey, so you guys know about the new Glee season, right? Well can you guys tell me what happened from the first episode to the current one? I heard Finn outed Santana! I heard Sam's back! TELL ME EVERYTHING YOU KNOW! Spoilers are welcome! :)
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