A/N: Yes, I realize I haven't updated this story in like 3 months. Yes, I also realize this chapter is barely long enough to be called a 'chapter'. It's more like a filler chapter; I'm still working out everything else that's going to happen later on in this story. So, don't kill me! Review, pwease! It might make me update faster ;P
Oh, and whilke you're reading this, if you're a fan of Team Starkid, you should check out my two 'Starship' stories, and my 'Little White Lie' one. If you're not a fan of Team Starkid... Become one. Go to Starkidpotter's channel on Youtube and watch their musicals. I'll quiz you on them :P
Anyway, read on!
Chapter 14 - Kurt (again)
Kurt gaped at the TV in shock.
Brittany had killed everybody - for him? And the way she said it made it sound like he was some sort of evil mastermind behind the whole thing - which he wasn't.
Kurt continued to stare blankly at the screen, replaying Brittany's interview in his head. How calm, yet excited the blonde had sounded as she recounted the murders she committed.
Kurt needed to talk to someone. He grabbed his cell phone and absentmindedly hit "2", still concentrating on Brittany's speech.
"Hey! You've reached the fierce and fabulous Mercedes Jones! Sorry, boo, it seems like you've missed me, but-"
Kurt hung up the phone quickly. He burst into a fresh batch of tears as he realized that, by habit, he had dialed the number of his dead best friend to tell her who murdered her.
He sank to the floor, wrapping his arms around his legs and resting his head on his knees, not caring about getting stains on his new designer jeans. Tears flowed out of his eyes as he sobbed silently.
He heard a knock on the door.
Gasping for air, he stood and slowly began to walk to the front of the house.
He glanced at himself in the mirror in the hallway, pausing for a moment to take in how different he looked. His usually perfectly-quaffed hair was a mess, his normally round baby face looking sunken and shallow. His eyes were large and red, ringed with dark circles due to a lack of sleep. His skin was pale, as were his lips, which were drained of their naturally hot pink color.
Wiping his nose on his sleeve, Kurt opened the door.
A police officer stood solemnly there. "Is this the Hummel residence?" he asked.
"Yes, sir," Kurt answered, his voice no more than a whisper, "How can I help you?"
"My name is Officer Matthews. I have a warrant for the arrest of Kurt Hummel."