A/N - Hey guys! So heres the next chapter, sorry it took me so long to finish! I was realising that my last chapter had a bunch of typos and a few weird things, like the dashes that I had been using to separate my paragraphs suddenly weren't there anymore? Anyway, hopefully this one will be better!
Breadstix
Burt was standing outside Kurt's door, about to go in when he heard Kurt talking.
"It's ringing, it's ringing… oh my god ok it's fine I can ask it's fine it'll be casual it's fine,"
Burt chuckled and shook his head, wondering who his son was calling. He heard Kurt take a deep breath.
"Blaine? Hi, it's Kurt! Um, so I was wondering if you wanted to go to Breadstix with me tonight? Like… on a date? Oh, you're busy? Okay, no problem, maybe some other time. Yeah no it's fine, don't worry about it. Ok, have fun doing… whatever you're doing. No, it's totally fine! Ok, bye."
Kurt sighed and hung up the phone. Suddenly, his dad was in his doorway.
"Not that I was listening or anything… but who was that?" Burt asked.
"No one," Kurt said flatly. His dad raised an eyebrow, and Kurt looked away, determined not to show how upset he was. "Just someone from Dalton. I met him a few weeks ago, his name is Blaine. He gave me his number, but every time I call he either rejects me or just doesn't answer. I was gonna ask if he wanted to go to Breadstix, which I happen to know he loves."
"That sucks, I'm sorry bud. Hey, do you want to go to Breadstix with me tonight? We haven't been in years!" Burt asked
"What? Dad, no. Do you have any idea how lame it is to go out with your dad cause you got rejected? No."
"Come on, it'll be fun!" Burt insisted.
"Alright fine," Kurt relented, "But if anyone I know is there, we're leaving!"
"What, you don't want to be seen out in public with your old man?" Burt teased.
Kurt rolled his eyes, but got up off his bed and hugged his dad. "I love you, dad."
"Love you too."
xx
Santana, Brittany and Mercedes were sitting in a booth at the far back.
"Stop kicking me!"
"I'm not!"
"Yes you are!"
Santana sighed. Her two friends had been bickering since they got there, and her attempts at restoring peace were not met with much success.
"Hey! Get your wet jacket off of my purse! Santana, make her move her jacket!" whined the blond.
"Ok you guys, stop it!" finally growled Santana. "Britt, it was you who even wanted to come here in the first place, and Mercedes, you basically invited yourself, so please, for the love of god, can you two just shut up?"
They sat in silence for a few seconds, before Brittany said, "Fine, but your jacket is still-"
Santana put her fist down on the table, making an audible smack.
"Uh, people are staring" said Mercedes.
"I'm well aware. Please stop fighting." replied Santana.
"Girl, you good?" Mercedes asked. "Since when have you been concerned about fighting or being loud, cause I seem to remember an incident with Quinn in a hallway, when you were screeching about a boob job or her being a mother or something like that…"
Santana inhaled deeply, and Mercedes tensed, thinking the girl was about to slap her.
"Stop the violence," chimed a high pitched voice from a few booths away.
Santana looked over her shoulder. "Ah, hello Lady Hummel. Hey Burt, nice to see you."
Burt nodded with a smile, and Kurt said, "Yes, hello Santana."
Mercedes was going to ask them if they wanted to come over and sit with her, Santana and Brittany, or even better, ask if she could come sit with them, but the waiter had just come over and was asking for their order. Oh well, she could always get her food and then go sit with them.
"Hello ladies, I'm Mark, I'll be your server tonight! Anything to drink?" asked the waiter.
The girls ordered, and the waiter left.
xx
Mark! Hey Mark!
My god, why isn't he coming over here? Oh, maybe he doesn't see me. Ok. So Mark said Mercedes (assuming he meant Mercedes… he said the one with dark hair who looks like she's pissed at the entire world, so in theory he could have meant Santana… oh well, I guess it doesn't really matter which one of them goes first, however I'd rather it be Mercedes) wanted Pepsi. He brought over the drink so I could spike it myself. Rohypnol, GHB, antifreeze and a rather large amount of rat poison should do the trick. Hopefully she doesn't taste it before she drinks enough of it, but I guess there's always that risk. I had to get the roofie and the GHB from Mr Ryerson (who told me to call him Sandy and come over to his apartment any time) and then the antifreeze and rat poison were from our shed. The antifreeze smells really gross, but hopefully the Pepsi will mask the smell as much as possible. Ok, Pepsi has been poisoned, and now Mark can bring it back out to Mercedes. This is going to be amazing.
xx
"... And a Pepsi for you!"
The girls thanked the waiter, and began sipping on their drinks. Brittany and Mercedes still wouldn't even look at each other, and Santana was looking like she was about to scream.
The awkward silence was ended by a coughing fit by Mercedes.
"You good, Mercedes?" Kurt hollered from his seat.
She gave a weak nod, and continued to cough.
"Is she, like, choking or something?" Santana asked Brittany.
"I don't know, I'm ignoring her." the blond huffed.
"Okay, what is your problem? Why are you being so bitchy? Actually, you're not even being bitchy, you're just being flat out rude."
"I just don't-"
Suddenly, Mercedes gave one last cough and slumped over.
"Mercedes? Mercedes?" Santana's voice rose to a shriek. "Hello? Wake up! Mercedes!"
By now other people had noticed the commotion and came running over.
"Is she breathing?" someone asked.
Kurt, who had been slapping Mercedes to try to wake her, slowly brought his fingers down to her collarbone. "I… I don't feel a pulse." he said quietly.
"Did anyone call 911?" somebody else said.
Brittany was sitting there, pale as a ghost, with wide eyes. Santana saw her and took her hand. "It'll be okay." Santana whispered, unconvincingly.
Everyone looked around at each other, unsure of what to do.
"Paramedics are here!" Burt called out.
The paramedics came over, moved her onto the stretcher, and the female paramedic said, "We have to take her to the hospital so they can call it, but she's long gone.".
Santana stared at the paramedic in disbelief. "No, she can't be. She… She can't be dead."
"I'm so sorry." the paramedic said.
Kurt let out a muffled sob, and Burt gave him a hug.
Santana shook her head, and Brittany was still sitting in stony silence.
xx
Well. That was successful, and I don't think anyone even suspected murder. Although I should probably find a way to dispose of the stuff, I mean I can probably sell what's left of the drugs, and I'll just bring home the rat poison and antifreeze so if my fingerprints are on it, it won't seem suspicious. Either way, that was fun. I can't wait to do it again.
A/N - Hope you liked it! So who do y'all think is the killer? Also next chapter might be longer, do you think this is a good length or do you prefer longer chapters? Thanks!