A/N: SOOO EXCITED FOR ROCKY HORROR! Just thought I should mention that.

Chapter 9 – Quinn

Quinn was numb.

Not physically, but mentally, emotionally.

She had just gotten her life back together. Ms. Corcoran had Beth; she was back on the Cheerio's – back as head Cheerio; she actually had friends; and now this happens.

Practically half of those friends have been killed – murdered – by some crazy psycho, and to top it all off, the stupid news channel practically told her "Be careful; you're next."

Nobody even treated her the same at school anymore.

Everybody just shuffled along in the hallways, their conversations a mild buzz as they discussed the 'situation'. "Who could it be?" "Who is next?" "Why, why, why?" "Why Tina?" "Why Matt?" "Why Finn?" "Why Glee?"

Quinn couldn't take it anymore. If anybody looks at her with those… those sorrowful, sympathetic eyes again, or pats her on the shoulder with those sorrowful, sympathetic hands, she swears she is going to go off the deep end.

She was so lucky she still had Cheerios.

Even though Cheerios practice was already over, Quinn still had some steam to let off. Tightening her ponytail, she sprinted around the track, making four straight laps before stopping to sip from her water bottle and catch her breath.

"Quinnie!"

Quinn looked toward the sound.

"Brittany?" she said, "What are you doing here? I thought everybody went home."

"I did, I went home, but then, I remembered something." Brittany said, running up to where Quinn was standing. Her eyes, red and tear-filled, looked sadly at Quinn.

"What, Brittany? What did you remember? Does it have something to do with - " Quinn lowered her voice, " – With the 'Gleeful Murderer'?"

Brittany lowered her voice to match the volume of Quinn's. "Yes," she whispered.

Quinn's eyes widened in fear. "What is it? Do you know who it is? You have to tell -"

"No, Quinnie, it's my bear!"

"What?"

"My favorite teddy bear! I brought her to school to protect me from The Bad Person! Her name's Kurtsie. I named her after Puck."

Quinn frowned. Well, at least Brittany's logic made sense to Brittany.

"I left Kurtsie here, so I came back," Brittany continued, "Will you please get her for me? Please?"

Quinn studied Brittany for a moment, and then nodded slowly.

"Okay, Brittany. Where is… Kurtsie?"

Brittany pointed to the right. Following the taller blonde's finger, Quinn tilted her head back to see a small bear perched on a branch just off the very top of the bleachers.

"How did it -"

"She," Brittany interrupted.

"- How did she get up there?"

Brittany shrugged. "I dunno. But could you please get her down? I think she might be scared."

Quinn sighed, and then turned toward the bleachers. She bounded up the steps, taking them two at a time. Once she reached the top, she grabbed the railing, balancing herself as she reached slowly toward the dangling bear.

"Careful!" She heard. She glanced down at Brittany to respond, when suddenly, she felt to hands shove her, hard, in the back. She lost her balance, tipping over the railing. Quinn cried out in terror as she fell a good fifty feet to the ground below, hitting it with a loud crunch.

Quinn moaned in agony as she lay on the ground. Her left arm and both of her legs were twisted painfully, in ways she knew should not be humanely possible.

"Brittany," she whispered.

The taller blonde walked over to Quinn. "You're still alive?" She asked, looking genuinely confused.

"Brittany, please," Quinn choked, "Please call 9-1-1. Please. It… It hurts."

"San!" Brittany called, ignoring Quinn's pleas, "She's still alive! What do I do?"

Santana appeared next to Brittany. "Hmm, I guess I didn't push her hard enough. But don't worry, I know what to do."

As Santana grinned evilly, realization suddenly dawned on the broken blonde.

Feebly raising her right arm, she pointed at Brittany, then at Santana, then back to Brittany.

"You… you both…" she stammered, "'Gleeful Murderers!'"

"Wow, Quinnie!" Santana smirked, "You're smarter than I thought you were! Too bad you won't be able to tell anybody about your little 'Discovery'. Good night, Quinn."

Santana raised her foot, bringing it down on Quinn's throat. She stomped down until she heard the delicious 'crack' that a neck makes as it breaks.

Santana turned to Brittany. "See? I told you I could handle this one." She said. "Oh, and here."

The Latina handed Brittany a small, brown teddy bear - the teddy bear that had evidently been Quinn Fabray's demise.

"Yay!" Brittany squealed, hugging the bear to her chest, "Eight down!"

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