Blaine's rendition of 'Hey Soul Sister' went off without a hitch, earning them a roaring standing ovation from the audience. As soon as they were offstage, Blaine pulled his boyfriend in for a fierce kiss, on a complete high from his flawless performance. When the curly-haired singer pulled back, his hazel eyes met Kurt's blue ones, the countertenor's eyes wide in shock and blown out in lust. When Kurt moved to rejoin their lips, however, Blaine took a step back, straightening out his blazer.
"Blaine," Kurt whined, his knees buckling slightly as he slumped against the wall. "You can't just kiss me out of the blue like that then stop!"
Blaine sighed somewhat exasperatedly, fixing the countertenor with a stern stare. "Kurt, we have to join the rest of the Warblers and watch New Direction perform, remember?" Just as Kurt opened his mouth to argue, Blaine hands were at his hips, pinning him to the wall, his lips at his ear. "I'll make it up to you later." He licked the shell of Kurt's ear and blew on it, enjoying the shudder he got out of the younger teen. "Okay?" Kurt nodded frantically, the sounds of his old glee club coming on stage reaching his ears. Smirking to himself, Blaine took his boyfriend's hand and led him out to the audience, where they joined the rest of their group just as Artie sang the opening bars of 'If I Die Young'.
As soon as Santana hit the last note in "Live Like we're Dyin', everyone was on their feet, screaming their approval. Many of them, including Kurt, had tears streaming down their faces as the McKinley kids took their bows. The audience went to intermission while the performers took their places on stage for awards. Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand in anticipation while they stood on stage, sharing anxious glances with Mercedes across the platform.
The announcer took the stage, microphone in one hand, list of results in the other. "Placing third is," he paused dramatically. "The Hipsters!" As the older team shuffled off stage, Kurt's grip tightened, causing Blaine to flinch ever so slightly from the pain. "Now, in first place, headed off to Regionals is…" The announcer trailed off again, everybody in the building, on stage and in their seats tensed, waiting for the results. "It's a tie! Congratulations to both teams!"
Cheers rang out from the stage as the singers in each club started embracing their team members. Kurt broke away from Jeff's hug to run over and hug Mercedes. He was soon swallowed by the entirety of his old glee club as they moved off the stage, laughing and shouting with each other. Blaine, with a nod at Wes and David, ran after the group, where he was immediately squished between Tina and Mercedes as they squealed their congratulations to him.
In what seemed to be in the blink of an eye, the New Directions, plus Kurt and Blaine, were sitting at Breadsticks, stuffing themselves to the brim. Except Kurt, of course, who picking daintily at his salad. Everything was going great, until the inevitable happened.
"So, is anyone else worried?" Sam asked, taking a sip of his Coke.
"What are you talking about?" Puck replied, trying to pry the last breadstick out of Santana's hands.
"Well, three of the club's members have been killed." Everyone at the table went silent. Sam continued, "I know it's something we really don't want to discuss, but let's be realistic here. Rachel, Brittany, and Mike were killed only a couple weeks before this competition?"
"What're you getting at?" Santana snapped, her eyes filling with tears at the mention of the ditzy blonde."
"The Heartbreaker killed Britt and Mike," Tina said firmly, a lone tear cascading down her cheek. "And since that killing of those twins a couple weeks back, Heartbreaker hasn't made any more kills."
"Yes, but then Rachel was killed the night after that murder, except with a gun," Sam said lowly, his eyes sweeping the group. "Where the Heartbreaker's murders left off, this random gunman picks up. Isn't just a little too coincidental?"
"Wait," Kurt's eyes widened as he processed the information he was being presented. "Are you suggesting that-"
"These murders are still the Heartbreaker's; he's just using a different method?" Mercedes finished, awed.
Sam nodded gravely. Artie hesitated. "So, if he… or she switched methods like that-"
"Someone must have found out!" Finn exclaimed; an unusual spark of comprehension lighting up his eyes, which had been dark since Rachel's death.
"Exactly," Sam finished. "And I know it's going to sound horrible saying this, but how do we know Heartbreaker's not done with us? For all we know, he's going to try to take out even more of us before Regionals."
The table shook suddenly. Everyone turned to see Kurt standing there, tears flowing freely down his porcelain face. "Excuse me," he nearly sobbed as he hurried out of the doors of Breadsticks.
"What's wrong with Kurt?" Puck asked, honestly confused.
"If I had to guess, I'd say he's upset about the discussion about his friends that died and murder." Blaine stood, re-buttoning his blazer as he did so. "I'll go talk to him." He followed his boyfriend's path outside, finding the younger boy leaning against the wall outside, his shoulders shaking. "Kurt?" Blaine called cautiously, stepping so he was standing in front of the other teen.
The countertenor looked up, his usually blue-green eyes gray with hurt and anger. Blaine took a hasty step back to create a gap. "Is what they're speculating true?" Kurt demanded, a few angry tears making the voyage their brethren had made only moments before. "Are you…" he trailed of, his voice losing his intensity as he locked eyes with Blaine, his last words barely a whisper. "…still killing?"
Blaine took Kurt's hands in his, never taking his gaze away from the other male's beautiful eyes. "Kurt, I swore to you I'd stop killing. I'd never break a promise like that because the last thing I'd want to do is hurt you." He closed the distance between them, one hand cupping Kurt's face as he connected their lips, his other on the porcelain boy's waist, sliding down. Kurt kissed back passionately, so caught up in Blaine's lips on his and so high off those words that he didn't notice the fingers of the hand Blaine had on his hip were crossed.
A/N: So… yeah. I'm sooooo sorry for the lack of update! I've been ungrounded for about two weeks now, but I updated 'Bruised' and 'If I were a girl' first. Then I was trying to catch up on my virtual school, then regular school, then prom happened and acrylic nails are damn hard to type with! Then I have baton tryouts going on right now (and this is the first time I've had to try out since freshman year) so it's been stressful. So, the best medicine for stress? Love! And Reviews = Love, so leave me one! -*blows kisses*- ~C.Y.R.