Okay so I was wrong when I thought the killer would be revealed in the next chapter. The killer will now be revealed the chapter after the next one. Hope you enjoy this!

Sorry for the delay in updating. My computer died and I lost it all, so I had to rewrite the whole thing again.


Everyone swarmed her at once. They all asked the same questions in different words and all on top of one another. She couldn't understand a thing. But in the babbling confusion she guessed that they weren't really expecting any answer. It was mostly just confused hype to fill the silence and let them unload their shock.

A dozen hands fluttered around her leg until finally Puck scooped her up and carried her, with Blaine cradling the leg, across onto one of the armchairs. Santana almost didn't want to let go of Puck. His body was familiar and comforting. He was the one she'd always returned to. Their friendship was strange, but she knew they had some sort of bond.

But she let her arms slip loose of his shoulders as her leg stung. Her hands flew down and grasped a spot just below the knee, where she didn't touch the blood but quelled the need to cradle to wound.

"I'm so sorry!" Blaine squeaked. "I didn't mean to hurt y-"

Santana waved him off. The room feel silent, with Finn's "I don't even understand why you would…" being the last awkward words to sputter to a stop.

"What happened, San?" Quinn asked. Santana looked into her wide, thick lashed eyes and wondered if Quinn already knew the answer to that question.

She must have looked for too long, because Rachel asked another question before she could answer the first.

"How long were you even awake?" Did Rachel know the answer to this one? She looked scared. But then, Rachel had always been quite the little actress. And everyone knew she could cry on demand.

"You should have woken one of us." Puck was indignant. Santana's gaze turned to him. She almost laughed because she'd done just that. She'd woken the wrong one apparently, but she'd still woken one of them.

"We could have protected you." Finn said fiercely. Santana eyed him as well. She hated trying to work out when people were lying. There was so much passion in Finn's eyes. But did they glint because he could see the mess he'd made of her leg, and he was proud? Or because he was upset he hadn't helped her, and he was innocent?

It made her head spin.

"Why did you go off alone?" Blaine asked.

And this time Santana answered, because she knew that Blaine already knew the answer. Though he looked scared of what it might be.

"I'm not afraid to die." Her chin titled proudly.

Blaine let out his breath in a rush, his eyes closing. He looked like he'd been afraid to hear those words, though he'd expected them.

"That's no reason to try and kill yourself!" Quinn exclaimed.

"I didn't try to kill myself okay?" Santana snapped.

There was a terse silence, and then Puck collapsed onto the sofa beside her with a sigh.

"Tell us what happened then because you're doing my head in." He snapped.

"Can we clean this up or…?" Santana gestured to her leg and suddenly Quinn looked guilty.

"I'll get the first aid stuff. All of you stay here." She said.

Santana watched her walk away and then turned back to the rest of them.

"Well, can we hear what happened?" Rachel asked again.

"I just got out of bed and I decided not to wake anyone. So I went to pee and as I was returning there was this weird rustling, so I crept carefully towards the sound." She seemed defiant as she made it clear she was careful. "And then the killer burst out of the door in front of me. I knew it was my chance to fix everything and avenge Brittany and all our friends. But I blew it."

She gestured to her leg, "This is the result of our tussle. And I have no idea who it was. But I hate you."

She suddenly smiled faintly, looking into each face. Quinn returned in time to get her own stare. "Funny isn't it, how much we'll all hate you when we find out. I hope you're at least a little scared. Because when I find you, I will go all lima heights on your sorry ass."

There was a stunned silence, no one wanted to look Santana in the eyes.

"Right," Her tone was suddenly bright, "Quinn you ready to do this?"

Cleaning the wound was an excruciating and long process. The whole leg had to be bound tightly to prevent too much blood loss, something that was already a problem. When Santana tried to stand the lack of blood combined with the pain in her leg, made her flop over again. Her face was paler than they'd ever seen it.

"Oh wow," Santana shut her eyes a moment, reeling.

"Maybe we should all sleep over here with you on the sofa." Quinn suggested. "Also, I think I want to keep your leg elevated. Isn't that how you stop the blood circulating to it and being pumped out of your body?"

She looked uncertain, but they went along with her plan. Blaine sat gently at the end of the sofa and Quinn carefully lifted Santana's knee onto his lap, resting the ankle on the armrest while Santana tried not to cry out at the pain of shifting.

The other kids gathered around with their blankets and pillows to keep warm because the fire was almost out and no one could be bothered going to add more wood and get it going again.

Santana explained the incident of the night one more time to Quinn, adding more detail. When she was finished she already felt her eyelids drooping. Finn's soft snores proved he had fallen asleep as well.

They drifted off like that, the club gathered around the base of the sofa, and Blaine sitting with Santana's injured leg on his lap.

In the morning, Rachel was the first awake, and she quickly shook the others into awareness.

"Look at that," She said, nodding to the floor in front of their little mound of blankets and people. "A note, I think."

Puck's eyes skimmed over everyone, counting, and the rest did the same. They were all there.

So Rachel clambered over Finn's legs and grabbed the note, unfolding it to read it aloud.

"Hey Santana, I'd be a little more careful next time, k? It's really not fun for me when I get tackled and have to fight back. I probably would have done less damage if you hadn't started trying to sneak around. Anyway, it's not your time to die. Just don't try and fight me, it was a stupid move. You'll never avenge Brittany so you may as well not try.

xoxo, the killer."

"You bastard," Santana hissed to the room at large as Rachel handed the note around for everyone to look at.

"Let's ignore this." Quinn seemed to be trying to keep the peace, taking the note just as Santana began to scan it, and crumpling it up. "We have to continue with our plan. What's the time?"

"Shit, it's already ten!" Finn said, checking his watch.

So they clambered up, Santana furious that she had to be carried to the kitchen, and began to get lunches ready. As they made them, Finn took advantage of a particularly loud discussion between Santana, Quinn and Blaine and tapped Puck's arm.

"You agree that it might be Blaine, right?" He hissed. Puck glanced over at the others, looking wary. Rachel had turned her attention to Finn and Puck with a slight incline of the head, but no one else noticed.

"I don't think it's him for sure." Puck said slowly.

"But what if it is Puck?" Finn asked. "I think we should turn him in to the Police. We'll make him our top suspect."

A niggling doubt hovered in the air. The comment seemed like something a killer might say. The Killer would certainly want to tell the authorities it was someone else. But Puck sighed, running his hands through his Mohawk before grabbing another bun and cutting it open to fill it up.

"Maybe," He said.

"Look, you know all the evidence is stacked against him." Finn said.

"Except for the fact that Kurt died too. And anyway," Puck lowered his voice even further; Rachel had to strain to hear him. "Quinn trusts him. I can't just take that lightly."

"But Quinn was scared of you a bunch of times!" Finn was getting frustrated, and Rachel kicked him, worried Quinn might hear her name. "You can't make that your only source of information."

"It isn't." Puck protested "I just want to take her opinion into account here."

"What opinion? She's never going to try and guess who the killer is." Finn said. Puck sighed.

"Fine I'll help you tell the Police that Blaine was one of my top suspects. But I'm giving them all sides of the story." He said.

Finally Rachel spoke.

"Boys are you both sure we'll even be rescued today. I hate thinking about it, and I know I try to be positive, but maybe the killer did something else…"

"Don't talk like that Rach," Finn grabbed her hand and squeezed it. "Don't worry about-"

"She'd right. We never know what's happening out here." Puck stopped Finn.

Finn looked between them a long time and then sighed.

"Okay Puck I have a back-up plan." He said.

Puck cocked his head to the side, curious. Rachel seemed distracted with listening to Santana talk. The conversation between the other three seemed to be ending. She laid a hand on Finn's arm to squeeze if need be.

"If Blaine manages to do something to stop us getting rescued, I say we grab him. We can tie him up and keep him in lockdown. If he's not the killer, then no harm done. But if he is then we'll have him trapped. Even if you don't think it's him, it's better safe than sorry." Finn pressed.

Puck looked torn. Rachel's eyes were wide as she turned back to face him. She'd expected him to immediately dismiss the idea as stupid, but his hesitation confused her. She stopped listening to the others as Quinn started talking again.

"That sounds way too risky Finn." He said.

"But we'll know if he's the killer then. If we tie him up and the murders stop, we know it can't be him. And if someone else dies, then we know it wasn't and we can set him free."

Puck looked over to see Quinn smile fondly at Blaine while he spoke, gesturing wildly, eyes wide and excited, smile innocent. Santana rolled her eyes, but he saw the trust on his face that matched the trust on Quinn's.

"How do I know you aren't the killer, and you're going to tie up Blaine and stop killing us so that you never get accused?" Puck asked.

Finn smiled slightly at first, and then realised that Puck wasn't joking. His face fell.

"Puck, I wouldn't-" He said.

Puck forced a smile and nodded. Though he didn't look entirely convinced, Finn knew he had to leave it there. "Just think about it. But we probably won't need the plan. I'm sure we'll get picked up."

"I'm pretty sure the answer will be no." Puck warned. Rachel opened her mouth to say something, but before she could, they were interrupted.

"Now's no time to plan a threesome ladies! Listen up!" Santana yelled.

Reluctantly, they all plastered on casual faces and turned to look at her.

Santana thought they seemed ready, so they packed the food into bags and then took a few breakfast sandwiches for the trip down to the lakeshore. Backpacks in hand, they left the Cabin together. As Blaine ran out last and shut the door, they stood on the step a moment to allow Puck to scoop Santana up into his arms from where she leant against the wall. She winced at the tug in her leg, but otherwise seemed okay. She was just a little disgruntled at having to be carried. The walk began.

The air was filled with an almost palpable sense of excitement. They ate their sandwiches, chattering about seeing their parents, and how great it would be to clamber aboard the boat and head to shore.

When they arrived, they settled. They spread out their things and Finn, now carrying Santana, put her down. The rest and went to the edge of the water, peering across to the other side. But they couldn't see any activity over there.

"It's way too early." Rachel said. "They said lunchtime, and it's half past ten. They'll be here soon."

She took Finn by the hand and led him over to sit down by their bags. The rest followed.

They remained cheerful as they continued their conversation. Time passed fairly quickly, but Puck quickly got bored.

"I'm going to try and climb a tree. I might see things better." Puck said suddenly.

They watched him go and select the right one, and then clambered onto the first branch before getting slowly higher and higher. When he was out of sight, he made sure they knew he was still there with a constant stream of swearing and complaints about how hard it was to get any grip of the tree.

When he got to the top, he called out in frustration.

"Nah, you can't really even see anything better!"

"Is there any movement on the other side?" Quinn asked.

"None!" Puck sighed and began his way back down the tree, "Useless shitty tree,"

Eleven Thirty.

"Shouldn't we be able to see them now?" Rachel worried. "How long is the boat ride over? Half an hour?"

"Well they might not come at twelve." Blaine suggested.

"Or at all." Santana added.

"No, they will come." Finn squeezed Rachel's hand.

"They just said lunchtime." Blaine continued as if there had been no interruption. "So that could be any time soon. I'm thinking it'll be closer to twelve, or twelve thirty."

"Well I'm tired of waiting!" Rachel groaned.

Finn hushed her gently and pulled her into his lap as he played with her hair. She murmured the words to some song none of them could hear, finally relaxing.

Santana had gotten tired of sitting still, but there wasn't much she could do. Her leg was hurting again.

"Blaine pass my bag, it has the paracetamol inside." She snapped.

"Is your leg okay?" Immediately he seemed very worried.

"Just a little sore, hand it over." She replied. Blaine obeyed, his eyes wide as she examined the seals to make sure the pills were fine. She took them quickly, before anyone worried about poisons or anything.

"No one talk to me for a while. I'll snap your head off." Santana growled, and then lay back and closed her eyes.

Blaine turned to Quinn, who laughed at him.

"She'd just crabby because poor little baby Santana is in pain." Quinn said in a joking baby-voice.

"Just because my eyes are closed it doesn't mean I can't still hear, Fabray!"

Twelve O'clock.

Santana, from her position on the ground, had sat back up and started throwing little pebbles out into the lake. She threw them as far as she could from her sitting position, getting more annoyed by the minute. At least the pain in her leg had finally dulled.

Puck was digging around a large rock, wanting to throw that.

Blaine and Quinn were talking quietly about seeing their parents again. They both knew what it was like to having loving parents that were, nevertheless, judgemental at times. They tried hard not to be, but they were.

"You're lucky though, at least both of your parents work through their problems for you. My Dad just left. Although Mum did kick him out. He was a dick anyway. I don't need him." Quinn was saying. Blaine reached for her hand. They continued the conversation in hushed tones.

Finn and Rachel were still singing together. They'd covered almost every love song ever sung on Broadway, Santana thought with a sigh. At least they were quiet.

"Okay we should at least be able to see them by now!" Santana finally said, giving another stone flick of her wrist and watching it sail out and land in the water with a soft 'plunk'.

"What's the time?" Puck asked, shifting more stones only to find he had to dig deeper to uncover his rock.

"Five past twelve," Blaine read off his watch.

"I'm checking from the tree." Rachel said, lurching upright so that Finn almost toppled over backward.

"It doesn't improve the view." Puck warned her. Rachel just ignored him and climbed, everyone pausing to watch.

She was down again in a few minutes, looking disgruntled.

"No one on the other side." She declared. "Though I could have seen that from down here."

Twelve Thirty.

Puck finally unearthed his rock. He carried it to shore with a huge smile.

"You guys ready?" He asked. "This'll knock Santana's pathetic splashes out of the water."

"That was a terrible pun." Santana scoffed. "And you know I'd beat you if my leg was working,

"Dream on!" Puck called back. And with an almighty heave, he flung the rock out into the water.

The splash that rose up soaked him as he stood, arms outstretched, whooping. The cascade of water showered over him and left him dripping. He shook his Mohawk like a happy little puppy.

Unfortunately, the spray of water also caught Quinn.

"Dammit Puckerman." Her voice made him turn, laughter ending.

"Oh sorry Quinn." He said, voice casual. He reached for his bag and fumbled until he found a towel. "Let me take care of it."

He carefully crouched at her side and towelled Quinn's legs dry for her. Her expression of annoyance changed to one of longing as his hands moved steadily over her calves, pressing the towel to soak up the water.

"Wasn't aiming for you," He explained, dabbing at her pants. He glanced up and grinned into her beautiful green eyes.

"Sure," Quinn said sarcastically.

Puck reached up and caught her chin in his hands, his voice tender.

"I would never intentionally annoy you." He whispered. He had already forgotten they were surrounded by other people.

"You intentionally annoy me all the time." Quinn argued, meeting his gaze.

Puck's eyes flickered down to her lips. She licked them.

"I make you laugh," He clarified for her. "I'm pretty great at it."

"Oh my God!" Santana yelled "Just make out and be done with it! I can't stand the sexual tension in the air. I'm practically suffocating."

Quinn abruptly pulled back and snatched the towel off Puck.

"Thanks for the input Santana, but I'm doing fine by myself. I don't need Puck." She snapped.

Puck looked wounded, but kept up his light-hearted manner, moving closer to Quinn again.

"That sounds awfully lonely." He told her.

Quinn jerked her head up with a flick of blonde and glared at him.

"Well, it's better not to let myself trust you, isn't it?" Her tone was sharp.

"You can trust me," Puck insisted.

"Not if you're the killer." Her eyes were wet with tears.

Puck didn't notice the tears. He actually started to laugh, as if it were a joke. Then he realised no one else was laughing with him, and he froze, studying Quinn's face. She was serious.

"No! Quinn I-"

"Let's stop talking about this." Quinn said, turning her face away. She could see how hurt Puck looked. It was making her feel guilty. Puck was an expert at playing with girl's emotions though. How many times had Quinn seem them heartbroken because of it?

One Thirty

Time passed more slowly after Puck's rock had splashed Quinn. He was fairly dry by now, lying on his back and watching the sun climb higher.

Blaine was skimming stones under Santana's careful instruction. She even dug through the pebbles at her side to find flat round rocks for him to throw.

Quinn had settled behind them, but she was watching Puck as he dried himself off. She seemed to be having some sort of inner struggle.

Finn and Rachel had moved right around from the start of the wait with Rachel on Finn's lap, to Finn lying sideways with his head in Rachel's. To Santana's relief, they had stopped singing.

But still, there was no boat in sight.

"Okay it's one thirty and there's no sign." Rachel said. "Are we sure it was today? At lunch?"

"Yes we're sure!" Quinn snapped, for what felt like the millionth time.

"Speaking of lunch," Finn said, "I'm hungry."

So they got out the sandwiches and ate.

Two Thirty.

They were going mad by this stage. They kept compulsively checking the shoreline and the conversations were stilted. Santana was crabbier than ever, and the insults were flowing off her tongue.

Puck actually waded out because he couldn't stand waiting and being still. When he returned to shore he started pacing.

"They aren't coming." He said.

"They might be late." Finn countered, stubborn.

Three Thirty.

"Finn, I think Puck's right." Rachel said. She watched Santana and Blaine hobble around. Blaine was trying to help her walk. But her leg was making that very hard. She leant heavily on his shoulder.

"They might still come! Just wait!" Finn said.

"I don't think-"

"Sit down Rachel!" Finn snapped.

Santana collapsed and their attention was taken with helping her get comfortable again.

"Sorry Santana," Blaine apologised.

"Shut up Curly Fries, not your fault." Santana insisted. "I guess I shouldn't have insisted on walking. We'll just stay seated."

Four Thirty.

Finn checked the time on his I pod, and then abruptly stood. He looked furious.

"I guess they aren't coming then! Fucking fantastic!" He whirled around to face Blaine. Everyone looked very scared.

"What did you do to them, huh?" He demanded.

For once Blaine didn't just cower. He actually looked angry.

"I didn't do anything!" He said, exasperated. Everyone stared at him with wide eyes.

"Don't pretend that you and I don't know the truth!" Finn yelled. "How did you manage to get rid of the old people?"

"For the last time!" Blaine shouted. "It wasn't me!"

Then, as Finn opened his mouth to argue again, Blaine looked around at everyone. He flushed, and then suddenly he closed his eyes and his face became frightened again.

"Please just stop," He whispered. Finn shut his mouth with a snap, and turned to Rachel. He was sure everyone must have noticed the way Blaine had suddenly regained his cute manner. Glancing back at Blaine, he saw his eyebrows pulled up into the puppy-dog face again. He couldn't be serious!

"Come on Rachel." Finn snapped. "Let's lead them back up."

When they returned to the house, Santana was trying her hardest not to cry. The pain in her leg had gotten a lot worse. They set her down on a kitchen stool. Quinn changed the wrappings around her torn flesh, almost looking faint with relief when she saw that nothing was infected. When she was done bandaging the wound, the club carried Santana on to the Main Hall.

They sat her in a chair, and before anything else happened, Puck gasped.

"Another note!" He said, grabbing the folded paper from the arm of his chair and ripping it in his hurry to get it unfolded.

"Yeah, I killed the old people. They don't really deserve a fairy-tale. It was unbelievably easy to just poison their water supply. Their kids all live miles away, no one will know they're dead until the police finally pick up on our absence and come to find us. By that stage, I will already have won. You're meant to have another week on the island anyway. And since I killed half our friends, you won't need the old people to come and drop off more supplies.

Have fun with your second week!

xoxo, the killer."

Puck actually growled as he tossed the note away. Everyone looked stunned.

"I knew we wouldn't escape." Santana grumbled, tear still filling her eyes and threatening to spill over.

"Poor Tom, and his poor wife. What was her name?" Rachel said.

"Don't," Quinn was shaking. "Let's not talk about them. There must be something else we can do. We have to get off this island. Who else can save us? There are other farms in this area, right?"

"Can they see the island though?" Finn asked.

"They don't have to!" Rachel looked like something was occurring to her for the first time. "They just need to see the sky!"

"The sky?" Finn asked.

"Of course!" Quinn caught on immediately. "If they think the island's on fire, they'll call the fire department!"

"And they'll come and save us!" Blaine said, leaning his head back against the couch. "I guess that will work."

"We'd have to get to the top of the hill." Puck said, looking very proud of Quinn.

"We can climb up!" Santana said. "And all we need is matches. We can get wood on the way!"

"We'll do it tonight! So that the fire's big by early morning. Then the sky will be fairly dark, so they can see it. But they'll be awake." Rachel reasoned.

Finn looked between all the enthusiastic faces, and then sighed.

"Okay someone will need to explain to me, because I have no idea what you're talking about." He said.

Blaine's jaw clenched at the sound of his voice, but the others turned to face Finn.

"You seriously don't get it?" Quinn and Santana said together. Rachel was more understanding.

"We think that if we go and build a bonfire on top of the hill, it will act like a signal fire. The people on shore, even if they are further away, will see the smoke. They'll call the fire brigade and when they come to save us, we can finally get rescued!" Rachel explained.

Finn's smile slowly grew.

"That'll be perfect!" He enthused.

"I don't know if we should do it tonight though." Blaine said.

"Why?" Finn demanded. "So you can have more time to kill people? No we're doing this tonight."

"I just meant I don't think Santana can make it up the hill." Blaine said softly.

Santana looked very disappointed. "Blaine's right."

"Maybe we can split up?" Quinn suggested. There was an immediate hiss of disapproval.

"No Quinn might be right." Rachel said.

"If we split in half, three can climb the hill and the other three can stay here. It means that there will be two people against the killer in whichever group the killer ends up in. Everyone just has to watch each other's backs. I don't think there's anything the killer can do against that." Quinn elaborated on her points.

"Well if we have to do it today, let's do that." Blaine agreed.

"Who's staying then?" Puck's worried eyes were on Quinn.

"Obviously, I will. I think it's best that Quinn stays with me, as she's the one who seems to know what she's doing medically." Santana said, gesturing to her throbbing leg.

"Okay then Finn and Blaine, come with me to make the fire." Puck said. They were his two top suspects right now, and though he also thought Rachel was a candidate for the spot, he knew that Quinn and Santana would be stronger than her. So he'd leave Quinn with them.

"Boys and Girls?" Blaine said. "Okay, that works."

So long as Puck was there, and not leaving him and Finn alone, he seemed okay with the decision. He appeared to trust Puck.

"Everyone okay with that?" Puck asked.

They all nodded, seemed determined to make this work. Finn went to Rachel and gathered her in his arms.

"I'll be right back. I love you," He whispered, kissing her softly.

"I love you two." Rachel murmured against his lips. "Be safe."

They deepened the kiss. Santana made a retching noise.

"Oh Blaine, Puck, I'm going to miss you!" Santana said in a mocking voice, making kissy faces at them. "Come here and let me say goodbye!"

The boys laughed.

"Shh, San, let them have their moment." Quinn whispered.

"We aren't even leaving yet." Blaine sighed. "We'll need to take water bottles and matches for sure. We may as well go and gather things. And we'll have dinner first, I think."

"It's five o'clock now." Quinn said, "Let's eat!"


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