A/N: Thank you very much for all the reviews from the last chapter :) I was a bit worried about what people would think of it :/ :)

Chapter 21: Confrontation

Puck stared down at Matt's body and felt lonelier than ever before. He had lost three of the people closest to him in the space of twenty four hours; Finn, Quinn and Matt.

"I HATE YOU. HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?" he cried as he knelt on the floor beside Matt's body.

Brittany looked down at Puck and smirked. "You know Puck; you actually helped me with this. So I owe you one. Thanks buddy."

Puck glared up at her. "What do you mean? I've done nothing to help you. And I'm not your buddy."

"Remember when I came round your house a few weeks ago. You showed me a nursery rhyme book you had bought for your baby. Oops that was a bit of a waste of money wasn't it now that your little baby is dead?" Brittany laughed.

"DON'T YOU TALK ABOUT MY BABY WAS A MUCH BETTER PERSON THAN YOU AND SHE WASN'T EVEN BORN YET. MY GIRL WAS AN ANGEL AND I LOVED HER."

Brittany continued laughing. "I'm not saying she wasn't a better person than me but you know the main difference between the two of us? I'm alive. She's not. She paused for a moment before continuing with her original conversation. "You gave me the idea. I wanted to do something different. I could have just killed you all on the spot but come on where's the fun in that? I loved nursery rhymes when I was a kid and the idea of killings related to them excited me. Then I got help from Mr Schue. Obviously being the generous person he was, he was more than willing to help when I asked him to teach me to use a computer. Then I got on the internet and searched for everything I needed. Managed to get hold of a knife and a gun and then I suggested to Schue that we go on a glee trip. He thought it was an excellent idea and so here we are."

With each word Brittany said Puck grew angrier and angrier. He silently took hold of the knife, not taking his eyes off Brittany for even one second and lifted it up. He shuffled on the floor while Brittany spoke, easing forward, making sure he didn't make a noise. When he was close enough he looked up at Brittany and just as he was about to stab her she spotted him.

"You sneaky little boy. Were you going to try and stab me? " She raised her foot and crashed it down onto Puck's neck. "Do you know what I do to sneaky little boys?" she questioned, giving him no time to think before she said, "I kill them" She pressed her foot harder to his neck to emphasise the statement.

With every breathe Puck was struggling. Brittany's foot was blocking his windpipe and was preventing him from breathing properly. He was slowly dying. Visions of Matt, Mike, Finn and Quinn came to his mind. He had watched on helplessly as three of them died. He didn't want anyone else to die. There were only four of them left, himself included. If he died now he wouldn't get back to the house, he wouldn't be able to warn the others, they would all die. And it would be his fault. For dying. Matt had just died to save Puck and now Puck had to survive to save the others. The knife lay just inches away. He stretched out his arm and gently slid the knife towards himself. The weight on his neck was getting increasingly heavier and his breaths were becoming short and painful. He quickly looked up at Brittany to check that she wasn't watching then lifted the knife and stabbed her in the leg.

Brittany screamed out in pain, blood dripping down to the floor. The wound was not enough to kill her but had given Puck enough time to get away. The second her foot lifted off of his neck, he scrambled to his feet, making a run towards the house. Pain rushed through his body, his breathing was still unstable and all Puck wanted was to lie down and rest. But he knew he couldn't because there were three people back at the house that needed his help. They were relying on his help.

"You're going to wish you hadn't done that Puckerman." Brittany screamed into the darkness. "You're going to pay for that."