Title: Empty Chairs At An Empty Table

Author: lil-miss-chocolate

Rating: This chapter, R (barely).

Characters: Kurt, Puck, Mercedes, Rachel, Quinn, Tina, Artie, Will, Emma, Sue, Figgins (briefly), Burt (referenced but no appearance), Jesse (referenced but no appearance).

Pairings: Kurt/Puck is the main one, the rest are a little intricate.

Genre: Crime/Romance

Warnings: Various character deaths, some angsty stuff, some smut, and some sickeningly fluffy stuff.

Spoilers: None

Summary: An AU 1920's murder mystery featuring the Glee club (and assorted friends and relatives).

Disclaimer: I don't make the toys, I just play with them. And the idea of a 1920's murder mystery belongs to an anon on the Glee Kink Meme.

Word Count: ~18,000 in total. Chapters vary. Eleventh chapter: ~700. Short, 'cos I'm evil like that.

Beta: Slash_Pl0x. He saved this story from my incapable hands and made it fab, so much love to him.

This next part contains a little smut - all clothes remain on, so it's nothing too shocking.


Chapter 11/13

Kurt entered the library with his usual confident shell intact. He smiled at Puck at he sat down opposite him. "Noah. Mercedes said you need to speak to me?"

"Yes. The thing is, Kurt, we've not been able to find anyone who looks like they might have done it. You're the only one we haven't interviewed properly now."

"So you need to ask me where I was? I understand. But it's like I said before. I did go around and look for her. Perhaps not as thoroughly as I might have done, but I didn't see her. And I didn't kill her."

"You're sure?"

Kurt's eyebrows vanished somewhere into his hairline. "I think I would remember, Noah. I thought you said you trusted me?"

"I know, I do! It's just..." Puck groaned. "I have to try and find who did it—I'm a detective, that's what I do. And I do want to find out who did it, especially if it wasn't you, so I can get them locked up. Kurt, I need to know if you did it. If you did, I wouldn't tell them, I swear to you I wouldn't. I would find a way to keep you safe. But I have to know. If it wasn't you it was one of the other people here, and I have to know if it wasn't you so I can investigate without worrying about what I might find out."

"I've already told you, Puck," Kurt said, with a piqued expression on his face.

Puck registered the use of his nickname. "I know, and I trust you, I do! But then Mercedes said that you threw a lamp at a guy and that you when you get angry you do things you would never normally do, and that—"

Kurt broke into his flustered ramblings by standing and placing a finger firmly on Puck's lips, his eyes flashing.

"Did she tell you what he had done? No? Suffice it to say that nothing Rachel Berry could have done would have even come close. She was an irritating little diva with poor dress sense, but she was basically a good person."

Puck's expression was guarded — he was clearly undecided.

The anger on Kurt's face softened, and he perched himself on Puck's side of the desk.

"Can I trust you, Noah? You truly promise me that if I tell you I did it, you wouldn't turn me in? You wouldn't tell a soul?"

"Yes, Kurt. I won't lose you over this. I know that if you did it, you must have had a bloody good reason. You aren't a mindless killer."

"You swear to me? Any secrets I have are safe with you?"

"Yes. Please, just tell me."

"Listen to me carefully, Noah." Kurt clasped both of Puck's hands in his. "I promise you; I swear to you, I did not do it. When we were lying together in my bed, I had no idea that there was a dead body anywhere in my house. Do you believe me?"

Puck nodded.

"Besides, what kind of host would I be if I went around murdering my guests?"

His attempt to cheer Puck up worked, and a smile spread across his face. "Thank you, Kurt."

"For what?"

"For not throwing a lamp at me for suggesting that... you know..."

Kurt rolled his eyes and slid down into his lap. "Noah, I wouldn't waste a perfectly good lamp over something as petty as that." Kurt bent down to kiss him. Puck's hands began to roam along Kurt's thighs as they kissed, tongues meeting as Kurt felt a familiar hardness growing under his thigh. He ground his hips against Puck's growing erection, eliciting a moan from his lips. Puck's hand was just beginning to unbutton Kurt's trousers when a bloodcurdling scream rang through the house.

"Oh no. Not another one. Please..." Puck said as they both lurched for the door, dashing outside and following the sound. This time the scream had come from Tina Cohen-Chang, her hands over her mouth as she wailed in horror. A body lay on the black and white chequered marble flooring of the entrance hall at the foot of the staircase, the back of the head having been bashed in with an ivory-topped walking stick that was lying next to it.


Mwahahaha! Yes, I know I'm evil. Kill me later :-P

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