I'm aware that this chapter might not be liked very much, and I'm sorry if anyone doesn't like the direction the story takes from here, but it was planned like this from the start so that's what I'm doing. Please give me feedback either way!

Anyway sorry for the delay in posting as well, now read on!

The glee club had gone through to the dining room. Kurt waited in annoyance, tapping his fingers with what little movement he had while strapped tightly to his chair. At least it was fairly comfortable, he thought, shifting his weight back to stop crushing his tailbone. They had moved him to an armchair and he found himself smirking in delight at the way they still tried to care for him.

Suddenly, the door opened and Kurt turned to see a familiar gelled head as the timid boy shut the door behind himself and turned to face him.

"Kurt?" Blaine asked quietly. It seemed he had snuck away. Kurt watched the way that Blaine's eyes flickered to the door nervously before he approached. It seemed like Blaine wasn't supposed to be there. The smirk grew on Kurt's face. Blaine just couldn't keep away, could he?

"What is it?" Kurt asked.

Blaine shuffled uncomfortably, watching Kurt with those big brown eyes. Then he pulled an armchair closer to where Kurt was tied up and perched on the edge.

"Can I… can I talk to you?" Blaine asked. He nibbled on his lip as he waited for Kurt's reaction.

Kurt forced his face to soften, as if he felt fondness for the boy in front of him. He had to draw things out another two days before he revealed himself, and he figured that a great way to begin things would be confusing Blaine even more. He wanted to pretend he felt love for Blaine after everything. That would leave him hanging on to his pathetic 'love' even longer. And especially after Kurt's denial of this love yesterday, Blaine would be left baffled and desperately confused.

"Of course," His voice was full of tenderness, and Blaine visibly gulped.

"I wanted to know," Blaine squeezed his eyes shut and Kurt was very satisfied to see tears welling up. Blaine took a deep breath before he continued. "Did it all mean nothing to you?"

"What?" Kurt asked, cocking his head to one side. Blaine reached up and swiped at his tears, seeming angry with himself.

"Everything we did. Our love. And that- that night. The first time we ever…" He broke off again, his whole face full of pain. "Did you even care about me?"

"The first time?" Kurt asked. He smiled to himself, making sure he seemed to be savouring some far off memory. He watched as Blaine shifted forward. He looked hopeful, and Kurt felt the same rush of excitement he always got from manipulating people.

"It was the best moment of my life." Blaine confessed. "Things have never felt more right for me."

"I know what you mean." Kurt said. He glanced down and with great difficulty brought feelings of embarrassment to mind until he forced a blush into his cheeks. That had been a skill that had taken a long time to learn.

"So you weren't lying?" The pure childish amazement in Blaine's voice made it hard for Kurt not to laugh. He knew Blaine was dumb, yet this was a whole new level of stupid. He'd never met anyone so desperately in love that they would still find such joy in a comment like that from a murderer.

But what Kurt didn't realise was that Blaine was acting as convincingly as he was in that moment.

What Kurt didn't realise was that the other five glee kids were crowded around the door, listening intently to every word. He didn't know that they were waiting for their new plan to play out, completely prepared to intervene if Blaine did go off track.

For once, Kurt was not on top of things, and he didn't know he was being tricked.

"Not about you Blaine. With you, I never had any doubts." He made sure it sounded very hard for him to say. He wanted Blaine to think he was opening his heart to him. His turned his blue eyes up and looked into his opponent's face.

Blaine found it hard to remember that he had a job to do. When Kurt looked at him like that… Why did Kurt have to be so convincing? With those eyes and those lips. He quickly turned his gaze to the floor. He knew Kurt would interpret it as sudden shyness. And it let him keep it together and stay on track. Kurt was lying. Blaine knew that. He had to make sure he never forgot.

So he got ready for his next line, delivering it with purpose, hoping it would work and his theory would prove correct.

"I know you always said you wanted it to be romantic. You know, our first time. And I know it ended up being more spontaneous. But I thought you still loved it. I thought you still loved me." Blaine's breath caught in his throat. This was the moment. This was the point where his theory would prove either true or false. He had to physically force himself not to glance toward the door where his friends were listening as he began to say the words they had all planned. He needed to say them with such conviction that the boy across from him wouldn't even question it. "Now I've been doubting that."

"No," Kurt's voice was comforting. "Of course it was special to me."

"Even though we just did it in the carpark outside Scandals?" And there it was. The lie. Blaine had begun the test.

And it appeared it was working, because Kurt didn't even question what he said. Blaine continued.

"You were so angry that I'd been drinking at first. When you gave in and agreed to have sex with me, I was so happy. Kurt I hope you were happy. I know it wasn't a dewy meadow or anything crazily romantic like you wanted, but I think the time was right. And you were perfect." Blaine said. His warping of the facts passed perfectly from his lips. Swapping the location and date of their first time to the incident that had occurred a few nights before had been the only way Blaine could think of easily worming an obvious but believable falsehood into the conversation. He managed to say it all with the same hopeful, puppy-dog expression. He didn't bat an eyelid. And…

Nor did Kurt.

"Just being with you made it special." Kurt reassured him. He swallowed the lie and went with it. Just as Blaine had expected. He didn't even notice that the story was totally different from what had really happened.

"I really hoped you'd still think that." Blaine murmured. "I still love you Kurt."

He leaned forward and knelt in front of him. Because now this was all very very suspicious. Now Blaine was almost certain his theories were true. He needed to add one more thing. Something that the real Kurt would laugh in disbelief at. Holding Kurt's tied hands he gazed into his eyes.

"Even though you spent the whole night dancing with Sebastian," Blaine said. "I knew you still wanted me. Even when you two were grinding and looking all flirty. When you came back to dance with me, I knew you still loved me."

"Of course I did Blaine. Sebastian never meant anything to me." Kurt said, smiling fondly at the boy kneeling before him.

Blaine rose, hiding a victorious yet panicked smile because he was a little frightened of the truth now that he had it. Leaning forward he planted a soft kiss to the top of Kurt's head. Kurt really was a good actor. Or he would he been, if he had known the facts. He might have fooled Blaine if he hadn't messed up his memories of such an important moment. Even a liar and a killer wouldn't forget their first time, or the jealously they felt over Sebastian, and Blaine's guilt when he realised how he'd hurt his boyfriend. Even a murderer wouldn't forget that Sebastian had been all over Blaine and not Kurt. And that could only mean one thing.

This person in front of him wasn't Kurt.

Blaine pulled back again. He noticed "Kurt" hiding a wince as his lips brushed the top of his head. Blaine kept his face hovering right up close, and then, in a flash, he let all pretence fade away.

"Thanks for that." Suddenly his voice was harsh and ripped from his throat like a curse.

Kurt's eyes widened and now he flinched. Blaine's face was filled with pure rage.

In fact, Kurt was suddenly afraid of being hit. There was something foreign and furious and desperate in Blaine's eyes. He'd never seen Blaine so angry. All his grief and pain was boiling to the surface. His eyes flashed as he shouted, not caring that Kurt was practically deafened.

"Guys, come in!" He called.

The door flew open and the other five poured into the room. Santana quickly grabbed Blaine and pulled him out of Kurt's face. Blaine was trembling with rage as he let himself be pushed back to sit on his chair. Everyone drew up chairs of their own while Blaine glowered at Kurt.

Kurt floundered for a while. A series of expressions danced across his face until he finally settled for looking disdainful. Blaine could still see his panic in the way he fidgeted. A movement that was nothing like Kurt. How had he missed it?

"What have you done with him?" Blaine blurted out as soon as everyone had sat down. They shot glances at him, but he was solely focused on Kurt.

"Blaine, hon you have to calm down." Rachel whispered, laying a hand on his arm.

Blaine stared down at it as if he was going to shake it off. But then he sighed and the fight lessened in his tense muscles. However, he still trembled with emotion and his eyes still spat fire as he leaned back in his chair and folded his arms, practically scorching Kurt with his gaze.

"Let me do this." Santana perched on the surface created by the arms of Blaine and Quinn's chairs. "Alright little bitch, first I want to know your real name."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Kurt said without missing a beat. They might have believed him too, but Blaine had made sure he explained everything to them beforehand.

"Okay first, yeah you do, and second, don't even try that. It's pathetic and it's not helping you." Puck looked disgusted. Kurt's eyes flickered between them.

"I have no idea what made you think whatever you're thinking but-"

"Oh please," Rachel interrupted as Blaine let out a snort.

"Our first time wasn't in a car park outside a gay bar." Blaine shook his head, eyes still regarding the boy in front of him with hatred. "I- I wanted it to be when I was drunk and stupid. But Kurt - my Kurt–reminded me it was supposed to be special. He refused and I regret ever trying to do it there. Kurt was right. And because of him, our first time was special. It was at my house with the fire going. It was relaxed and beautiful and romantic. It was perfect. But you obviously don't know any of that, because you weren't there."

Kurt actually gulped. But he remained outwardly calm as he looked around the group, mind whirling. He considered the whole situation. The all looked furious. If he denied the accusations, they'd only get angrier. And there was no point in that happening. In fact, he had been ready to spill his secret anyway. He'd hoped to torture them with his stolen identity for a bit longer, of course. But Blaine had pretty much made him confess that he had no memories of their time together, because he wasn't Kurt. So he had no way of using the old plan against them. He had his last secret though. Maybe it was better to tell them and hold this new threat over their heads.

"Go on." Santana said again. "Tell us who you are."

"Well I'm not Kurt Hummel." There were hisses of annoyance and fury at the confirmation of what they'd already guessed. Kurt didn't bother holding back his laugh at that. But then Santana leaned forward, eyebrows raised and looking violent, so he continued.

"My name," He paused, for dramatic effect. It was nice to see Finn's jaw clench in annoyance at the wait. His eyes flickered over them again, and then he took a deep breathe. "Is Al,"

"Al? That's not even a proper bad-guy name." Finn sounded almost disappointed, and Al- not Kurt after all- but Al, rolled his eyes.

"What were you expecting?" He asked, "Voldemort?"

"You're not funny, shut up." Puck snapped. Al made an over the top "scared" face in mockery and Puck's face blazed with fire.

"Not the point." Blaine's voice was shaking as well now. He seemed consumed by something desperate. "What did you do with him?"

"Who?" Al asked, feigning innocence just to piss them off. "Do you mean Sam or something? Because I already killed him. It was quite fun to-"

"Shut the fuck up!" Rachel was more aggressive than she'd ever been, but her cheeks were already streaming with tears.

"Ooh someone seems a bit-"

"What did you do with him?" Quinn interrupted Al before he could go any further. He was surprised to find that her voice was completely steady. But when he looked at her he could see it was because she'd turned to ice. Her expression was cold and her face a stiff mask. Her eyes glistened with feeling but the rest of her had been drawn in. She was entirely focused on him. "Where's Kurt?"

"Oh honey I don't think you want to know the answer to that question." Al smirked.

He was finding it fascinating to see their different reactions. Santana's clenched fists and scarcely effective efforts to stop herself lashing out were the mirror of Puck's, though she was crying while his anger seemed to have stopped every other emotion. Finn was shifting desperately in his seat. His confusion, pain and anger were rippling across his face in such quick secession it seemed he couldn't hold whatever he was feeling. There was something claiming his attention. Something was making him think harder than he ever had before. Rachel was pretty much sobbing, but her huge tragic eyes burned with the inner rage that had made her lash out. Her small frame was drawn up to her full height, which contrasted to the way Blaine was still folded into his chair, shuddering as he stared holes in Al's head with his fury. Tears made his face damp and never stopped their flow, but he seemed solely focused on his desperate mission to know what had happened to Kurt. And then there was Quinn, completely still, a statute of cold rage that made Al think of some evil Winter Queen.

He chuckled as they began to babble a series of different responses to oppose his question. He waited until they'd stopped before he yawned deliberately and then shifted his weight.

"It's a little uncomfortable here. Maybe you could loosen these ties so I can relax a little. I have a long story to tell."

"Don't try to bargain with us. I don't mind bringing the gun out if you need persuading." Puck quipped right away.

"Oh but you won't kill me." Al shrugged.

"We already discussed this. And you know I'll shoot you so it hurts you real bad." Puck countered.

"While I admire your new keenness to inflict pain, I doubt you would. But don't worry," He quickly said as both Puck and Quinn opened their mouths at the exact same time to argue back. "I plan on telling you everything. I'm sure you'll love my story."

"Hurry up." Blaine whined. He blushed a little at how needy it sounded, but he didn't break eye-contact with Al.

"How do you even look like him?" Finn asked suddenly. And now Al realised what had been puzzling him so much. "Are you his twin or something? Because Kurt doesn't have a twin."

"Well I thought Finn was the dumbest one here, but he was the only one to even think of that problem? You all thought a Kurt look-alike just popped out of nowhere?" Al asked, astounded. "You guys really are dumb."

"Enough with the insults," Santana flicked her hair back, trying to look unbothered. "Just tell us okay?"

"Where to begin," Al considered, leaning his head against the back of the chair as if he needed to think on the matter.

"Hurry up. Start by telling us why you're- why you look like Kurt." Quinn said. And when Al paused again, she actually growled. It took them a moment to realise the sound had even come from her, because her expression remained neutral.

"Okay fine prissy bitch, calm down before you ruffle your feathers too much. I look like Kurt because, as Finn so brilliantly deduced, I am his twin brother."

"Kurt doesn't have a twin." Santana barked, angry at the suggestion that this monster shared a bloodline with her boy Kurt.

"Yes he does. And I don't expect you to know." Al added when Santana only seemed more furious. "It's not like Kurt knew he had a twin either. Well… until I attacked him..."

He smiled at some joyful memory and an even more violent shudder ripped through Blaine. "What do you mean?" further tears pricked the corners of his eyes and his voice caught in his throat.

"Now, now, Blainers-"

"Don't call me that-" Blaine interrupted vehemently.

"We're talking about my backstory now. Kurt comes later. You'll have to wait." He continued as if Blaine hadn't even spoken again. "It's not like he matters. I was just explaining how it came to be that Kurt has a twin no one knows about. Did you not want me to tell you?"

He gave them a beat to protest, and then spoke again as Santana curled an arm around Blaine and tried to quell his constant trembles.

"Well on the lovely night of the 27th of May, Elizabeth Hummel gave birth to two beautiful baby boys; The little weak one that curled against her and slept, and the bigger one that even then looked at the world with intelligent eyes. Burt, her loving husband, held both his boys, kissed each of them in turn, Elizabeth doing the same, and then giving the babies to the nurse.

"See, the Hummels had a problem. Their tire shop was just starting out and they barely had enough funds for one baby. They had already decided, months ago, that adoption was the right choice for one of their children. One would stay with them, and one would be sent off to a new home.
So a few minutes later a well-off couple who tragically couldn't have their own children came in to the room. The woman had known Elizabeth in High School. They shook hands with Burt and Elizabeth and they signed the adoption papers. It was to be a clean break. The baby would never know his real parents, because Burt and Elizabeth hated the idea that he might grow up thinking his parents valued money, or his little brother ahead of him. It was better that he thought his parents had passed away, loving him even in death. That was the plan. He was to be raised away from the family. They were to forget him and let him live his own life. His brother would never know of his existence, because it would only upset him. It was 'for the better'.

"And so the other couple left, and with them, they took their new son. Al Hummel was now Al Gunning. And that was that. It was supposed to be the end. Two happy children were supposed to be raised apart. And because the Hummels knew their other son would have a great life, they never had a single regret." There was bitterness in Al's voice was he recited his tale. His icy eyes met with each person regarding him and he finished with a bitter smile.

"Why weren't you happy then?" Rachel asked, despite herself. The story sounded fine. It reminded her of her own past. And she was happy with her Dads now. She understood that her mother given her up for her own good. She was okay with that. What had made it different for Al? How could it drive him to this insanity?

"You should have been happy. You should have been satisfied. They did it for your own good. How the fuck did you become such a psychopath?" Finn asked.

"Well if you'd let me finish…" Al sighed. "My adopted parents were not the greatest. They were rich and they loved me. Two good points. But as soon as 'mommy' went back to work, I was alone with a nanny most days. Those would change frequently and I never liked any of them. My parents expected great things of me when they came home from work in the evenings anyway. They seemed more interested in praising how clever I was becoming than in getting to know me. Sometimes they took me out to dinner and their friends would gush over how 'good' they were for adopting a 'poor little orphan' like me. And when they put me to bed at night they would kiss me on the head and tell me how proud they were and how much they loved me. They apologised for not being around enough. But they didn't try and fix that. You see, their jobs were both high paying. Apparently they were saving so I could go to college; paying off the huge house with the huge garden so that I could have the perfect childhood home. It was the America Dream. But I despised them. When I started school, I studied people. I worked out how real families acted. I learnt about human behaviour. In the evening I sat down at the dinner table and pretended to be the perfect child with parents I barely knew. And because I knew I would escape one day, it all became bearable."

The club was silent for once. Mostly, they looked confused, because he sounded like he knew his parents loved him. And while they understood that it would have been hard to never see them, they didn't think it should drive anyone to murder.

"They did love me. Who can blame them? I'm amazing; even though they weren't. I'm a genius. I'll be famous for it one day. And they need to pay for neglecting me. They need to learn how they should have treated me. That's why I left them." He licked his dry lips and met eyes with Finn. It was a possessive and jealous look that crossed his features now. "Don't worry. I found better parents than the shit I was sent off with. It took me a while, but I found my birth father. I found my true father. Burt and Carole could be the perfect family for me. I admit I was upset to find that Elizabeth had passed on, but it didn't take long to realise Carole is lovely as well."

"You can't have my Mom." Finn's voice shook as he noticed the greedy way Al spoke Carole's name. A childish urge to shove his chair to the floor overcame Finn. Carole was his Mom and he wasn't sharing with anyone but Kurt.

"Oh Finn, I almost had your Mom. She would have cherished me; the lone survivor of the Island. And she would have liked me better than you anyway. You, with your try-hard enthusiasm and utter stupidity." He looked manic. Finn shook his head, stunned.

"You're nuts." He said. When Al opened his mouth to speak again, he was interrupted.

"Carole and Burt are too good for you." Blaine defended Finn, chin jutting out. He was suddenly feeling childishly clingy as well. Burt and Carole were going to be his parents-in-law. They were wonderful people and they did not deserve to be conned.

"They're too good for you though Blaine. No matter what claim you think you have to them."

"I know I-" Blaine's angry response stuttered to a stop and he glanced sideways at Santana as uncertainty over took him. "I know I'm not good enough for them, but-"

"Blaine-" Rachel began, as Santana gave him a stern look. Blaine felt a sweep of courage at their defence.

"But they love me." He finished, holding up a hand to silence Rachel. His eyes were bright and fierce. Al actually couldn't stop himself from laughing, and Blaine blushed in embarrassment. Al was really good at making him feel stupid.

"They would have loved me too. So much," Al responded. "They would have thought I was Kurt. That was the plan. I wouldn't keep up the act forever, but they'd accept my slowly changing personality as a result of my trauma and of time passing. They would have loved me and been so proud of me. My life was going to be perfect. Once I'd killed every other kid Burt ever loved."

They were all simply staring at him in awed disbelief. He sounded so sure of himself, so unable to tell that what he said was crazy. It made no sense. It was a while before anyone spoke, and Al looked around and seemed proud that they were speechless.

Finally, Quinn shuffled forward. She stared into Al's eyes without flinching.

"How did you even find out about your other parents?" She asked.

"It took a long time. As soon as I knew I didn't like the ones I had, I was sure they couldn't be mine. I didn't even look like them. It took some snooping, but I found the adoption papers, and the name of my true mother. Unfortunately, there were a lot of 'Elizabeth Hummel's in the world. But assuming I came from Ohio or a surrounding state, because the papers had been signed in Ohio, my guesses were narrowed down to three. I had three mothers to choose from. After a while I found that only one was married to a Burt. It really wasn't hard to work out." Despite his claims that it hadn't been hard, he looked incredibly smug.

"And you just decided to come and kill us all after that?" Finn asked.

"No. First I had to do some spying. Since my parents were never home, and we never talked about our feelings and all that shit, I just made up some friends to 'stay with' some weekends. I went to Lima, though it was a long drive from my new home, and I watched." Al had a glint in his eyes that showed he'd enjoyed this part. "It took me almost two years of work, but when I was finally ready I only had to plant the pamphlet for this island and make sure Mr Schue was well aware that it was the only wheelchair friendly camping place for miles around. I knew exactly how to act as Kurt, and I'd picked up on enough goings on to bluff my way through being him. It was easy. And so I got you all here."

Al's eyes fell on Blaine, who was still curled back in his chair with the dark glaring eyes watching Al closely. His mouth kept opening and closing as if he might interrupt.

"Blaine, you obviously want to talk." Al prompted.

"Where's Kurt?" Blaine asked immediately. "I don't give a fuck about you, but I want to know where Kurt is."

"Oh that's the best part." Al smiled and traced his gaze languidly across each face. They all looked suddenly terrified and the rush of power made him more smug than ever.

"You do remember how I said I still had one more person to kill?"

So there's the twist! And now we have about 3 or 4 chapters to go, so enjoy and keep reviewing!