A/N: Hey! Sorry I haven't updated this in a while! But at least I'm updating it now . I've had SOO much to do, I've been reduced to writing this only during free time at school but, it's getting done!
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Speaking of Klaine…
AHHHHH OHMIGOSHOMIGOSHOMIGOSH THERE WAS A KLAINE KISS! AN EPIC KLAINE KISS! THANK YOU RYAN MURPHY! :D
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Chapter 13 – Kurt
Kurt was angry.
Kurt was terrified.
Kurt didn't know how he was feeling.
He only knew what he knew, and he knew that pretty much the entire Glee Club, save himself and two Cheerios, were dead. Were killed. And he was probably next.
Kurt always thought this would be the worst way to die.
When you know it's coming. When you know you're going to be killed.
You just don't know when – or how – or why.
Every single thing that Kurt used to care about – his hair, his skincare routine – that was all out the window.
It's come down to preserving his life.
Who cares if people say that spending the rest of your life inside is irrational?
He'd rather be a hermit then dead.
Getting up from his couch, Kurt grabbed his pocketknife, slowly walking to the kitchen. After debating with himself for a few seconds, he flicked on the television, flipping to channel 10 news while he poured himself a glass of water.
"Breaking news!" he heard, "The Gleeful Murderer has been captured."
Kurt froze, almost dropping his glass. "Please let this not be a joke," he thought, grabbing the remote and turning the volume up.
"As it turns out, it appears to be the Gleeful Murderers, and they were two of the people you would least expect. The tag team of Santana Lopez and Brittany Pierce, two Cheerios and members of the Glee Club, are the accused."
Kurt gasped as the news reported kept talking.
"Lopez was not taken into custody, but she has agreed to testify against Pierce and confess to everything she has done, as it was Lopez who called the police when Pierce allegedly attempted to kill her."
Kurt didn't think his mouth could open any wider.
"Pierce, after being questioned by a professional, has confessed to everything, as shown in this short clip."
Kurt watched as a white-clad Brittany appeared on screen, reclining on a plastic chair in what looked like an interrogation room, her hands handcuffed to the table.
"Of course I did it," Brittany said, "Who else could it have been? Ballad?"
She chuckled at the puzzled expression on the interviewer's face.
"See, now when I say stuff like that, people think I'm stupid. A ditzy comment here, a blank expression there, throw in a sweet smile, and everybody trusts you. 'Oh, Brittany?' they say, 'The one that thinks the square root of four is rainbows? The one who says heart attacks are from loving too much? She couldn't hurt a fly!' Well, that is true. I wouldn't hurt a fly. They never did anything to me. I would, however, hurt them."
She giggled as she recounted all of the murders.
"Mercedes was a test run. Poison, so I didn't have to get my hands dirty. San was there for that one. Then it was Matt. I hit him with his own car. Still didn't get my hands dirty, though. Mike was next. I planned to shoot him, but I didn't."
"Because you felt guilty?" the interviewer interjected.
"No," Brittany said, "Because I knew shooting the mirror would make his death more painful."
Brittany grinned, and then continued.
"Next Finn. I meant to freeze him in his own bathwater, but I ended up boiling him. Finn soup! But oh well. It got the job done. Ah, Artie. I actually got to use my hands for him. Chopped his legs right off. It was really messy, though. Then Tina. She was a vampire, you know? An Asian vampire. I didn't want her to turn me into a vampire, so I stabbed her. Wooden stake. Through the heart. Who was next? Oh, Rachel! She talked a lot. Everybody should be thanking me for taking her vocal cords; do you know how quiet it got after she was gone? After Rachel was Quinnie. Mrs. Queen Bee, Mrs. Head Cheerleader. Santana screwed that up. She pushed her off the top of the bleachers, but Quinnie still lived. She knew it was us for a second. But then Santana stomped on her neck. It broke like a twig, and ta-da! Quinn-be-gone! Puck. Now Puck took a while. We froze him in slushie. I'm really surprised nobody caught us. He was there, on school grounds, for a few hours. Then our beloved Mr. Schue. He used way too much hair gel; he was bound to drown in it someday. And lastly – well, she was supposed to be last – Santana. Too bad for me she got away."
"Why?" The interviewer asked.
"Why? Well, she fought back, which I wasn't expecting, so -"
"No, why did you do it?"
"Good question," Brittany answered with a sly smile, "I did it for my sweetbabygay. I did it for Kurt Hummel."
A/N: DUNDUNDUNNN! Hopefully, the next chapter will be up soon, but until then, please review! I'm like Tinkerbelle. I need reviews to live. :P