Halloween: Part 2

As the doorbell had continued to ring, Kurt didn't notice the rubber man coming up from behind him. It was only a second later that he saw something from the corner of his eye-

He spun around, only to find that he was alone.

Letting out a sigh of relief, Kurt decided to retreat back to his bedroom. The doorbells had stopped, but Kurt decided not to check if the scarred guy was still there. By this point, he was so done with all the scares he and his family had been getting. He quietly shut the door and then leaned against his bedpost, putting his head in his hands.

He didn't notice a muddy hand snaking its way out from underneath his bed, reaching for his ankle to grab hold of.

A tap sounded, as if a stone hitting the window. Kurt looked up, and moved to look out the window.

The hand missed his ankle and retreated back underneath the bed.

Kurt peered out the window cautiously, only to see his boyfriend standing on the grass outside. He hurriedly opened his window and stuck his head outside. Blaine grinned up at him, and waved his hand for the taller teenager to come to him. "Basement!" He mouthed.

Kurt had hurriedly made his way downstairs, pulling on a jacket and fixing his hair. "Blaine?"

Blaine came through the basement door, grinning happily. "Hey!"

Kurt smiled and breathed out; Blaine pulled him into a hug, which the taller teenager gratefully returned. "Uh…it's just been insane here…first the cops were outside, and then there was some freaky guy at the door screaming about money…"

Blaine rubbed circles into his back, breathing in his scent. "It's alright…stuff like that happens on Halloween." Kurt pulled away so that they were looking at each other. "Just assholes…we're fine now. After all, I'm here."

The two smiled at each other. "Yeah," Kurt murmured, eyes shining. "I feel safer now."

The hazel-eyed teen took a step back, and it was only then that Kurt realised that he had something behind his back - a rose…a black rose. "I painted it black," Blaine informed him, handing it to his boyfriend. "I know that you think red roses are a cliché."

Kurt was, honestly, at a loss for words. "You know, you're the first boy to give me a flower."

Blaine chuckled slightly, and Kurt felt his heart speed up slightly.

"Thank you," He said slowly, trying to hide his smile as he looked at the flower in his hand. "I love it, Blaine."

"Are you ready to go on our date?"

"Yeah."

Blaine reached out his hand for Kurt to take; when his boyfriend did so, he lead him outside.

Finn breathed out once the door had slammed shut. Both his Mom and Burt stared at him, but before either could scold him, Carole's cell went off, and she raced to answer it. "Hello? Kurt? Where are you?"

"I'm just hanging with friends," He said from down the phone apologetically. As he said this, he looked at his boyfriend, who was just playing around behind him.

"Kurt, your father told you not to leave!" Carole snapped, half-relieved and half-angry.

Kurt winced slightly. "I know. I'm sorry, really…I should have called you earlier." He held his breath. "Is this the part where you make me come home?"

Carole blinked to herself and sighed; although she was angry, it was Halloween after all, and he was a teenager. "Are you safe?"

"I swear."

"And you're having fun?" She checked.

Kurt nodded to himself. "Yeah, of course."

"Well…what happened with the guy who was banging on the door?"

"It was just a Halloween prank," Kurt muttered dismissively. From behind him, Blaine came running up and started to nuzzle into his neck. "They went away."

Carole gave in. "Kurt, be home in an hour."

"I will," Kurt agreed, squirming away from his boyfriend's wet lips. "Bye." As he hung up, pulling away from Blaine, the shorter boy grinned.

"Who was that?"

"My step-mom."

Blaine nodded and leaned in to kiss Kurt again, pushing him backwards on the sand. Kurt's hand reached up to cup his boyfriends cheek, and he deepened the kiss.

This hour was going to be too short.

Finn was, understandably, angry. That was why he had stormed away from the front door, down the hall and into the kitchen; he'd headed straight for the knife block and pulled one out.

As the blade hit the light, his mother walked in. "Finn, I've just spoken to Kurt…he's out with friends…" She stopped when she saw her son with the knife. "What're you doing with that knife?"

Finn blinked and looked at the knife. "Well…I'm sick of those kids ruining our house…I don't ruin that crazy lady next door's house, so why should other people get away with doing it to ours?" He glared down at the floor. "They destroyed those pumpkins we made…we worked real hard on it…"

Carole just stared at him with surprise. "So you're going to kill them?"

Finn blinked again and slowly shook his head. "No…I'll start cleaning outside…you rest, Mom."

"Alright," Carole said slowly. "Clearly we've all had a long day…I think I will go and relax, maybe take a bath." She paused before she made to leave. "Finn, please don't do anything stupid. Please."

Finn, of course, ignored his mother's pleading. He stormed outside, grabbing a shovel from next to the back door, and started to make his way around the yard, looking for the teenager with a Mohawk.

From behind him, as if out of thin air, Puck appeared. "Can I have my money now?" He asked, grinning.

Finn spun around, slamming the shovel in his hand against Puck's face, knocking him backwards. The taller teen threw his shovel to the ground and strode towards Puck, grabbing him and shoving him across the yard. Puck hit the lattice on the gazebo and collapsed, blood starting to drip from his nostrils.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Finn yelled, throwing himself on top of Puck and slapping him across the face. "WHERE IS SHE?""Who?" Puck gasped out, trying to fight back.

"Quinn!" Finn snarled, slamming his fist against the shorter teen's chest hard. "I know that she's out here!"

Puck struggled a little and swung a hit at Finn, making the other teenager dodge away from him. Puck tried to sit up, but Finn was ruthless - he wasn't letting the other teen go so easily. "HELP! SOMEONE-"

"Where the fuck is she?" The tall teen growled, shoving down hard on Puck's chest. "Tell me now!"

"She's under that gazebo!" Puck choked out. "Dude, this is not cool!"

Clearly, this wasn't the answer that Finn wanted. "There's nothing under this damn gazebo! You know that! This was all staged, why?!"

"DUDE! I don't know what you're talking about!"

Finn reared upwards, glaring down at Puck expectantly. "She was at the door ten minutes ago!"

That was when something changed in Puck's face; he stopped struggling, settling on breathing harshly. "What?…Shit!" He leered up at Finn curiously. "Was she pissed?"

"I'M PISSED!" Finn yelled, pulling Puck upwards by the fabric of his shirt. "All of this, dude? For a thousand dollars?! I don't think so…" He shook Puck a little. "What are you two planning at? I'm not gonna be the victim of your…you sick little game! You're in it together, aren't you?!"

Puck chuckled, smirking up at the tall teen. "Wow…you really don't get it, Frankenteen…" Finn let go of Puck, done with him and his ridiculous talk. That was until Puck continued talking just as he stood up. "You know the funny thing about the dead is? They've got nothing left to lose!"

Finn yelled out something unintelligible and shoved Puck down before he could even get up. "I'M NOT FALLING FOR YOUR BULLSHIT! I WANT SOME ANSWERS!" With that, he punched Puck in the face, making him fall backwards.

And the bastard's only response was to roll around on the grass and laugh. "Wow…you don't even know the question…"

Finn punched him again. "WHERE IS SHE?!"

Puck groaned out, his face hidden in the grass. When he rolled around, he was smirking again. "Ha…beats me!"

This earnt him another punch, and then the taller teen stepped backwards, breathing harshly as he tried to calm himself down.

"She could be anywhere," Puck taunted, looking up at the other teen. He lurched forwards, grabbing onto Finn's knees. "But I can help…I could be there to watch your back…you'd need it…" His lips curled upwards, covered in blood. "You thought she was weird and dangerous before?"

"Let me tell you who's dangerous," The taller teen snarled, grabbing Puck by his shoulders and shaking him. "That would be me! You really wanna keep going with this story, Puck? 'CAUSE I'M RIGHT AT THE EDGE!" He threw Puck backwards. "And if I go, I'm taking you with me!"

"Go on!" Puck breathed. "Kill me! It would be a luxury…that way, I could come back and haunt you!"

Finn had had enough of this; he reached behind him and grabbed his shovel, raising it above his head as he wondered whether or not to do it. "You see her," He growled, shoulders shaking slightly. "You tell her that we're done. I'm not playing your games, Puck, so if you come back here, I'll kill you."

With that, he slammed the shovel onto the ground next to Puck's head, and dropped it against the other teen's body.

As he started to go back inside, he heard Puck say, "Promises, promises". Finn ignored it.

The doorbell rang. Burt looked up from where he was running the bath for his wife, and Carole stood up from her seat on the toilet. "I'll get it," She mumbled, hoping that it wouldn't be anyone bad.

Once she'd gone down the stairs, she peeked through the peep-hole, checking. Shoulders slumping with relief, she opened the door to see Luke, the security guy. "Hi," She greeted in relief.

"Hey," He greeted back, giving her a brief smile. "I'm sorry to bother you, but your alarm was triggered a while ago…is everything okay here?"

"Oh," Carole nodded. "Yeah. My step-son went out a little while ago, so I bet he set it off."

"Oh, okay," Luke unfolded his arms, looking slightly relieved before he looked around the front porch. "So, who did this to your pumpkin patch?"

Carole looked out the front briefly before shaking her head. "I don't know. It looks like punk-ass kids to me."

Luke chuckled slightly. "Well, if you catch them doing anymore mischief, you send them my way."

"Will do," Carole agreed, giving him a bright smile. "And thank you so much for responding so quickly. I must admit, since we hired you, I feel…"

"Safer," Luke finished, grinning largely. Carole nodded. "Good…"

"Hey, Carole, I ran the…" Burt stopped when he saw what was going on. "Oh. Am I interrupting or-?"

"No, I was just leaving," Luke excused, giving the older man a small smile and taking a step backwards.

"Well, thank you," Carole said, going to shut the door behind him.

Burt blinked at her. "Who the Hell is that?"

"Luke," She told him simply. "He's our security guy. Anyway, you said something about the bath?"

The fireplace blazed merrily to the sound of waves crashing on the shores of the beach, a warm glow emitted to the people who had started it. Kurt was lying underneath Blaine, his lips exploring the shorter boy's mouth and his hands roaming against his toned back. Blaine groaned into his boyfriend's mouth, pulling away to get some air.

"I want to," Kurt mumbled, one of his hands travelling south to grab at Blaine's crotch.

Blaine pulled away in protest just as Kurt realised that his boyfriend was completely soft.

Kurt's head thumped back into the sand. "Sorry. I-I thought…"

"I just…" Blaine took a deep breath. "I wanna be with you so bad, Kurt, I swear. And that's never happened to me before…with a guy."

Kurt blinked. "You're not gay?"

Blaine tried not to smile. "No, I am! I just…" Unable to finish his sentence, he rolled off of Kurt's body so that he was sitting on the sand. Kurt shuffled to sit up too. "Maybe…I don't know."

Kurt sat up even straighter. "I think…I think maybe I should go, Blaine."

As he sat up, Blaine reached a hand up to stop him. "No, Kurt! Please!" He gave Kurt his puppy-eyes. "I'm not ready to go…and I need you with me. Please, Kurt."

Kurt hesitated slightly before nodding, and he sat down next to his boyfriend again. As the wind started to pick up, the two teenagers huddled closer to each other, Kurt's head resting on Blaine's shoulder, and Blaine's hand resting on Kurt's back.

Blaine took a deep breath before talking. "I used to come here….when the world closed in and got so small I couldn't breathe…" He bit his lip in thought. "I'd look out at the ocean and just thing… 'Dude, high school counts for nothing'…I mean, some of the greatest performers and artists dropped out of high school, and they did fine." He gave a sad smile, tears in his eyes. "I hated high school - most gay teenagers do. So I come here and just look at this vast limitless expanse and it's like…'that's your life, man…you can do anything with your life, be anything'." He looked at Kurt who was listening intently. "Screw high school. It's just…a blip in your timeline, don't get stuck there…"

Kurt stared back at him, his heartstrings tugging. Sighing, he buried his head back into the crook of his boyfriend's shoulder, watching the ocean peacefully.

Until he heard the cracking of someone stepping on a stick.

Kurt looked away from the ocean and over his shoulder; a group of teenagers were coming over the sand dune. "Blaine," He muttered, trying not to panic. "There's someone here."

Blaine frowned as the group approached them, confused. The group consisted of five people; a cheerleader, a jock, an Asian Goth, someone who looked very much like a stoner, and a nerdy guy wearing glasses. All of them had what looked like bullet wounds in various places on their bodies. Kurt snorted to himself. "Nice costumes…what are you, the Dead Breakfast Club?"

"You know," Blaine started, looking around at the five as they surrounded him and Kurt. "There's a lot of beach, guys."

"Good job, Blaine," The jock - with a fake bullet shot between his eyes - muttered, looking down at the short teenager with distaste. "You finally came out of hiding. We've been waiting for years for you to show your face, but you like Mommy's little safe house, don't you?"

Blaine stared around at them all, confused. "I don't know you."

The black one dressed as a cheerleader - she had a fake wound in her chest - shook her head in disbelief and bent to look at Kurt and Blaine. "You know, I'm actually surprised you have the balls to show your face around here."

The Goth girl, a grisly wound in the side of her head, also bent down. "Yeah…maybe you should have brought a mask."

"Well, I'm not really into Halloween," Blaine smirked.

"But this year's different, right?" The Goth challenged in glee. "You have a date…how cute is that?" At this, she leered at Kurt, whose eyes widened.

"Leave him alone!" Blaine snapped, moving in front of Kurt protectively. He and the Goth stood up, glaring daggers into each other's eyes.

"We don't want her," The jock stated. "We want you."

"How about we drown him?" The Goth suggested, smirking at Blaine.

The Jock shook his head. "No…we should shoot him right between the eyes." At this, he pointed to the supposedly-fake bullet wound in-between his eyes.

Kurt, having had enough of this, stood up. "Ha Ha," He spat out. "Very funny. Halloween pranks."

"Will someone please waste this bastard?" The Goth snarled out, clearly annoyed.

"Yeah," The stoned guy said; he had a wound in his head too. "Why does he get to have a boyfriend? I never had a girlfriend, why should he get a date?" He turned to the one wearing glasses, whose jaw appeared nearly blown off. "Jacob, do you have a girlfriend?" Jacob shook his head. "Ryder, what about you?"

Ryder shook his head. "Nope. I haven't had sex in a long time."

Blaine shuddered slightly. "Come on, let's go." He put his arm around his boyfriend and bent to pick up the blanket that they'd been sitting on. "Someone really needs to pick up the trash."

As the two walked away, the group stared after them. They weren't finished with Blaine Anderson yet.

Not by a long shot.

Rachel hummed to herself as she brushed through her hair one last time; she wasn't sure where her dads had gone, so she waiting for her boyfriend in his room until he came back from whatever he was doing.

Finn's phone lit up. Curious, she looked down at it, only to see that someone by the name of 'Quinn' was calling her boyfriend.

Rachel was not usually suspicious or nosey…but she picked up the phone, in case it was important, and answered it. "Hello?"

There was a light laugh from the other end of the phone. "Naughty, Rachel…answering his phone calls…oh well. I can deal with you."

Rachel bristled slightly. "How do you know my name?"

The person - Quinn - laughed again. "Oh, he didn't tell you?" There was a pause. "So he didn't tell you about Lima?"

"I don't know who you are," Rachel said slowly, trying not to get creeped out. "But here's the thing; if you don't leave me or my boyfriend alone, I'll-"

"Ask him about Lima."

Quinn hung up. Frustrated with what was going on, Rachel threw Finn's phone across the room, reaching up to massage her temples and close her eyes.

There was a noise behind her, and the soprano spun around, only to find herself face to face with Finn's mirror.

And then she realised there was something written across it.

Go on. Ask him about Lima.

Burt didn't like the security guy. He knew it was ridiculous, seeing as he and Carole had only just gotten married, and this guy was just doing his job…but Burt wasn't comfortable with how often he was around the house, or how friendly he was with Carole. Even worse, she was just as friendly back, and it drove him mad to think about it.

He'd left his wife to her bath, and was just wandering around looking for a snack in the kitchen when Carole ran in, looking terrified. "Is everything alright?" He asked immediately. "Is the baby okay?"

"There's someone in the house," Carole breathed, trying not to panic.

"What, who?"

Carole shook her head. "I don't know! They've been walking around, and then this message appeared in the mirror, and-"

She was cut off by her son walking in, looking rather tired. "What's going on?"

"Someone's in the house," Burt stated, and Finn's eyes widened slightly. "Carole, what did the message say?"

She just shook her head. "Something about Lima…asking somebody about what happened in Lima…I-I don't know what's going on…"

Finn, while not smart, had picked up what was going on, and went pale. "O-Oh…"

Quinn was in the house. Finn didn't know how, but the thought terrified him; would she be mad at him about the baby? About Puck smashing her face with a shovel?

"I'm going to call the police," Burt decided, and Carole just nodded. "This person is gonna have their ass thrown into jail, that's wha-"

"No!" Finn panicked. "Don't call the police…that's overreacting, don't you think?"

"Finn, we're not overreacting!" Carole snapped, stress clearly getting to her.

"QUINN IS JUST CONFUSED!" Finn yelled before he could stop himself. Carole stared at him, her eyes starting to widen, and Burt just looked surprised. Finn suddenly felt as if all the oxygen had left the room. "I mean…she's not going to hurt any of us…"

Burt and Carole shared a look. "Finn, you know this girl?" Carole questioned, not sounding angry but sounding shocked. Burt just leaned against the counter-top; he knew about Quinn from the abortion incident.

He nodded meekly. "Yeah…we, uh…we dated. Look, she's just upset and confused, so…please don't call the police."

Burt sighed, taking a step forwards. "Buddy…I understand that you don't want her to get into trouble-"

"I'll sort her out," The tall teen interrupted. "I promise."

"Alright," The older man gave another heavy sigh and put a hand to his step-son's shoulder. "I honestly don't want a bunch of cops outside this house when we're trying to sell it…so I'll give you a chance to get her out."

"I will," Finn promised. "Just stay here."

Finn tried not to breathe too heavily as he walked down the basement steps - despite the fact he was assured there wasn't an axe-wielding murderer down here, he still felt terrified. He just hoped that Quinn wasn't too mad at him - and if she was, then hopefully she wouldn't do anything stupid.

"Quinn?" He called out, trying not to get too scared. He turned to his right and started walking forwards. "Are you down here?" When he saw that she wasn't there, Finn turned around and went in the opposite direction. He peered into a little side room full of shelves before continuing to search the basement. "Quinn? Quinn, this isn't funny!"

"I love it when you say my name."

Finn spun around to look at the blonde, who was looking extremely haggard and tired. She smiled at him dully. "Say it again."

Finn just shook his head and walked towards her. "Quinn…you really have to leave."

Quinn seemed to pay no attention to this, and frowned at him sadly. "Such a mean thing to do…slam the door in my face." She took a few steps toward him. "How could you do that to the mother of your child, Finn?" At this point, they were only a few centimetres apart, and Quinn reached up on her tiptoes to that they were at a near-eye level. "You remember it, right?"

"Quinn," Finn tried, pushing her away weakly. "You can't stalk me like this…you and that psycho with the Mohawk!"

"Just kiss me," Quinn breathed, trying to do so. The taller teen pushed against her, trying to get her to move backwards. "I miss your mouth. I miss the way it tastes." She was breathing harshly, as if dying. "I'm aching for you…my tongue's swollen…my lips are rough…"

She stopped and pulled backwards; she started coughing into her hand. To Finn's horror, when she looked up she was holding something bloody and soft in her hand.

"I-I'm rotting from the inside out," She sniffled, on the verge of tears. "W-W-What's happening to me?" Quinn paused, and the atmosphere changed. "Oh, right…" She glared at him, her mood dropping quickly. "A gazebo, Finn?! Not even a decent headstone or burial…BUT A GAZEBO?!" She shoved him backwards, surprising him. "You thought I was gone, so you just thought you could…could throw me away?! For that little brown slut? Just like I didn't matter…like…I NEVER EXISTED?! Is that what you think of women, Finn?!" She snarled. "Like we're just disposable nothings that you can have your way with?!"

"STOP SCREWING WITH ME!" Finn yelled, unable to take it anymore. Quinn stopped shouting, and just stared at him. "I was scared, okay? You try having a dead body on your front lawn!" Suddenly, Quinn gave him a smile, showing off the blood on her teeth. "What is this? What do you want?"

Quinn cupped his face, eyes alive suddenly. "I want your little girlfriend to know the truth about you…for your family to know how you dumped me when I was pregnant…"

"Get off me!" Finn pushed her away, and she just smiled widely again. "You're sick, Quinn. You need help…professional help-"

And then he fell forwards; Puck had appeared from behind him and slammed a shovel onto the back of the tall teenager's head. Quinn looked at Puck with an unreadable expression. "I…uh…I really owe you an apology," Puck stated, looking awkward. "Like…I'm sorry I killed you." He put his shovel on the floor next to Finn's unconscious body. "It wasn't anything personal-"

"I'll deal with you later," Quinn growled out. "Right now, I have business to take care of." She stalked past Puck, not looking at him.

"Oh!" Puck started, halting her. "Please…let me help." At this, he grinned happily and lifted up a lighter he'd had in his pocket. "I haven't used this in ages."

The sounds of crashing noises outside didn't bode well. Still, unable to contain her curiosity, Carole peered out the window to see what was going on.

It was Hiram…and he was destroying all of the Halloween decorations in the yard. Muttering swear words under her breath, Carole quickly jogged out into the hallway and yanked the front door open. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

Hiram turned to face the other adult, panting harshly, and threw his bat on the floor. "I'm redecorating." He pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. "I'm sorry, Carole," He spat, clearly not sorry at all. "I really am, but you ruined my Halloween…and now, you have to pay!" He picked up a pumpkin and smashed it down onto the ground.

"STOP IT!" Carole yelled, shocked by his outburst.

"ALL I WANTED…" Hiram shouted, spinning around to glare at her and lifting up his finger. "Was one night with my guy…with my family…Some Halloween fun…some crafting!" He picked up a pumpkin and kicked it across the yard. "In the house that I love, but you ruined, and he left! And now he's out at the bars, and he's probably on his fourth unprotected blowjob!"

Carole straightened up, lifting her hands to point at him out of anger. "YOU are a psychopath! I'm calling my security company!"

Hiram finally looked up from his path of destruction; he adjusted his glasses again and took a deep breath. "You don't get it, do you? No one can protect you now…"

He started to move towards Carole, the threat hanging in the air. Carole panicked and made a run to go back inside the house as he followed her. Before Hiram could get through the door, she slammed it in his face and locked it, heart beating rapidly fast as she tried to steady her breathing.

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" Hiram yelled, banging his fists against the door. "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! GET OUT!"

While Carole had been dealing with Hiram, Quinn had made her way upstairs. The first thing she'd seen was a bathtub full to the rim of hot and heavenly water; she didn't particularly want to walk around all bloody and gross, so she stripped and climbed in, sinking beneath the water in relief.

When she lifted her head out of the water, the first thing she heard was a woman - Finn's mother - calling for her husband. Relaxing slightly, Quinn rested her head back on the tub and shut her eyes in relief.

And then the doorknob started to rattle.

Quinn looked at it, making sure not to move. The doorknob just rattled more, and Quinn looked down at the water. "Burt? Are you in there? Finn?"

At the mention of the tall teenager's name, Quinn blinked and sniffled.

Outside, Carole had heard it; she froze up, quickly realising that this girl - someone her son knew - was in the house in her bath…

She tried to be quiet as she ran to the Master Bedroom and went for the drawers; she found the panic button that Luke had given her, and pressed it.

"Carole?"

Carole blinked and slowly went to peer out of the doorway; her husband was standing there, in the middle of the corridor, looking confused. "Burt? Please tell me you know what's going on-"

Burt beckoned for her to come closer, so she did. "Carole…is it just me or is there a lot of smoke coming out of the bathroom?"

Both of the adults turned to look at the bathroom door; it was still locked, by the looks of it…and surely Quinn…

Burt didn't waste time; he moved forwards and shoved the door open. It wasn't locked, and it flung open to show a huge fire. "HOLY SHIT!" Burt moved to grab the towels that were on fire, and threw them into the bathtub that was now empty. Carole had followed after him, and was currently trying to stomp out the fire with her slippers.

As the two put out the fire, neither of them realised that Quinn had slunk past behind them and through the open door.

Kurt sighed as Blaine sat himself on his bed; he turned to the shorter boy and folded his arms, wanting answers. "Are you seriously going to act like nothing happened at the beach? I mean…they actually knew you, Blaine-"

"But I don't know them," Blaine interrupted smoothly.

"Then why do they hate you?" Kurt challenged.

The hazel-eyed boy looked down at the floor, at a loss for words. "Kurt…they…they're just…High School assholes. I mean…the world's full of them, it's popular kids who get off of being mean and cruel." He stood up and leaned against the wall, shrugging as if he didn't know. "I thought you of all people understood that, Kurt."

"Blaine," Kurt started. "I can tell that you're freaked out and upset…"

He trailed off because he was interrupted by the sound of a dog barking nearby. The taller teenager looked out of the window quickly, taking a few steps closer to get a look. Blaine did the same, standing next to his boyfriend.

It was them; the Dead Breakfast Club. The five of them were striding across the lawn, over the destroyed Halloween decorations, and heading straight for the house.

"It's them?" Kurt asked in disbelief. "They followed us home?" Blaine took a step back, looking absolutely terrified. "This is ridiculous…" Kurt looked around the room for something to use - he saw a pair of scissors on his desk, and stormed across his room to pick them up.

He'd had enough of this.

Finn's phone rang again. Rachel gave an annoyed huff, wondering where the Hell he was, and peered at the Caller I.D - of course, it was her. Rachel picked up the phone and put it to her ear. "Quinn," She snarled. "What the Hell do you want?"

"Oh, so you didn't hear about my little adventure in the bathroom?"

"I heard…and I think you're completely wrong for doing this to Finn's parents," The brunette stood up, starting to pace her boyfriend's room. "Now, get out of the house - you have no business being here, and I'm sure that the family are going to call the police soon."

There was a silence between them over the phone. "I know where you are, Rachel. Just watch your back."

The line went dead.

Moments later, the house phone rang out. Carole, getting up tiredly from the bathroom floor she was cleaning, left the room to answer it. "Hello?"

"So you're Finn's mother," A girl's voice said, and Carole realised it was Quinn herself.

"Yes," Carole agreed crisply. "I am. Look, Quinn, I understand how upset you are at the minute, but there's really no reason to do this."

Quinn didn't speak for a few seconds. "I wanted to apologise."

"Yeah, you should," The older woman snapped, unable to help it.

Quinn chuckled from down the phone. "I just thought it would be a shame to let all those lovely bubbles go to waste…"

Carole slowly turned around and looked inside the bathroom; the bath was being drained, and she noticed that a ring was starting to form,

"Oh, I'm sure your maid can deal with the ring."

Carole took a look around the hallway; no one was there, but she wasn't about to let her guard down. "Where are you?"

The phone line went dead.

Outside the house, the five of them waited; the cheerleader twirled the hair from her high ponytail as she leaned against the handsome jock. The others waited either on the floor or against the wall, occasionally looking around to make sure the one they wanted hadn't snuck out a different way.

The front door opened and slammed shut; the brunette countertenor took a few steps forwards, clearly alone. "Oh, great," The jock - Ryder - groaned. "He sends his little boyfriend out."

"With a pair of scissors," The Asian Goth finished, smirking at Kurt from her perch. "What are you gonna do? Make us some paper dolls?"

"This is private property," Kurt stated, pointing his scissors at the Goth chick. "I have every right to call the cops."

The cheerleader snorted. "Go ahead. Call them. You'll probably need them."

"Screw that," Ryder disagreed, leering at Kurt. "He deserves whatever happens to him."

"Yeah," The Goth agreed tauntingly. "He's like one of those lonely fat people that usually marry guys on Death Row." She leaned closer to him. "You're deeply, deeply disturbed."

Kurt cleared his throat and glared at them. "You guys need to get your disgusting, made-up faces out of here and go home. NOW."

"Home?" The black cheerleader took a step forwards, looking offended. "Where's that? I'm an only child. After what happened, my parents split up, sold the house and moved away, no forwarding address. So I don't have a home, white boy." Done with her speech, she walked past him, looking down at the floor.

Kurt took a deep breath and turned to look at her properly. "Parents suck sometimes. But I can't fix it for you-"

"Can you fix this?" Ryder questioned, pointing to the bullet wound in his head. "Can you give me back my scholarship to Georgia Tech? I'm supposed to be starting as a Quarterback, freshman year."

"She doesn't care," The cheerleader stated, smiling gleefully at the group. "He's in love. He'll do anything for him, including giving him his virginity." Kurt spun to look at her in horror, and she smirked up at him knowingly. "Tonight was the night, right?"

The brunette boy flushed bright red. "I-It's none of your business."

"Stupid fag," The jock spat, unable to hold it in. "He's worse than Blaine is - he thinks what Blaine did to us is okay!"

"What DID he do to you?!" Kurt shouted, getting annoyed by the pitying looks they were giving him.

This seemed to change the mood; the five looked at each other, somewhat surprised that he didn't know. "He doesn't know," The cheerleader stated.

"ABOUT WHAT?!"

Jacob - the one with the glasses - stood up and tried to talk; instead, all that happened was blooding dripping out of the wound in his jaw. He clutched at it, embarrassed. "It's okay," The cheerleader murmured, patting Jacob on the arm as he walked past her.

"How have you not heard about Westfield High?" Ryder asked, suspicion in his voice.

"We just moved here…"

"Pick up a year book, Lady Boy," The Goth spat.

"Or read a newspaper…" The Cheerleader continued.

"We're kind of famous," Ryder finished slyly.

Kurt scoffed in disbelief. "Right. So you're popular, and you're annoyed that I don't know who you are."

"Let's put him down!" Goth girl snarled.

"LEAVE HIM ALONE!"

All six of them turned to face the front door - Blaine was standing there, glaring at the Dead Breakfast Club.

"Finally!" Ryder breathed. "The one we want returns."

As Kurt stormed up the steps to stand next to his boyfriend, the Stoner guy started to speak. "Come on man, we've got some questions."

"Go inside," Blaine ordered to Kurt, not looking at him. "I can handle this."

"I seriously doubt that!" The cheerleader growled, taking a threatening step closer.

"Go inside!" Blaine snarled at his boyfriend, getting worried now.

"No!" Kurt protested. "They want to hurt you, Blaine…"

"Karma's a bitch, Blaine!" Goth Girl snarled.

Blaine took a deep breath. "You know what? You wanna talk to me? Well, let's see how fast you can run!"

Before anyone could do so much as blink, Blaine had taken off, running past the group and down the path. The group of five took after him, Ryder and the Cheerleader leading the group. Kurt stood on the front porch, shocked by everything that had happened.

As soon as all of them had gone, Kurt pulled out his phone from his trouser pockets and dialled 9-1-1. "Hello?" He breathed, panicking. "My boyfriend's in trouble…there's a bunch of kids chasing after him, and I think they're going to kill him!"

Before he could hear a reply, someone came up from behind him and grabbed him. He spun around, only to find himself face-to-face with Sue Sylvester. "Come with me to my house now!" Sue growled lowly.

The teenager struggled. "No! Leave me alone, you crazy old hag!"

"Becky is dead because of you!" Sue snarled, and Kurt dropped his phone out of shock. Taking this moment of weakness, Sue pulled Kurt by his arm and towards her house.

Carole pressed down on the panic button again - she didn't know why Luke was taking so long to come, and she knew that there was someone in the house this time.

From behind her, she heard someone walk in. She spun around, only to see that it was her husband. "Oh my God…"

"For once, I actually want that security guy here," Burt grumbled, sitting down on the bed and rubbing his head tiredly. "What the Hell's taking him so long?"

Neither of them were aware that Quinn was done terrorising them.

Now it was Rachel's turn.

Rachel was sure that she'd worn the carpet down from all the pacing she'd been doing; she couldn't help it, and just bit her nails in panic.

The bedroom door creaked as it opened, and Rachel halted - she didn't even need to look to know who it was. "Quinn." She turned to face the blonde, trying not to show that she was kind of creeped out. "What do you even want?!"

Quinn tilted her head. "That you know the truth. Finally…and for once-"

"I'm not interested," Rachel interrupted. "I don't want to listen to anything you have to say."

"How well do you know Finn?" Quinn questioned pityingly. "What do you think he's capable of? Cheating…unless he didn't tell you about that, which he probably didn't." She paused. "What about murder?"

Rachel tensed up, eyes wide. "If you're trying to shock me…or show me how much you know about my boyfriend…then you're going to be disappointed. Leave before I get his mother to call the police."

"Not until you know. Not until you understand - really understand - who it is you're dating." She took a couple of steps closer to the brunette. "It's all I want, Rachel…just for you to know the truth. That's why we have to talk about Lima. About the pregnancy…about everything."

Rachel furrowed her eyebrows out of confusion. "How did you know his mother's pregnant?"

Quinn frowned; this was clearly not what she was expecting. "What?" She looked down at her stomach slowly, shaking slightly. "Oh God…" She clutched her stomach, which was flat underneath the dress she was wearing. "That's what…what I coughed up…what…" She turned away from the shorter girl and leaned against the wall. "It's your choice, he said…yours…"

Rachel brought her hands to her mouth, upset and surprised.

"No wonder he was…he was…" Quinn trailed off, and looked at the picture hanging on the wall. As she let out a dry sob, she ripped the picture off the wall and smashed it against the doorframe nearby. She dropped it before bending down and picking up a sharp piece of glass. Slowly, as if in a horror movie, she turned to face Rachel.

"He didn't want to stay with me and my baby," She snarled out, clenching the glass even harder. "He would have preferred you instead!"

She started to move towards Rachel, a malicious glint in her eyes.

Puck hummed to himself as he spread the petrol all over the furniture, making sure to get every last bit. It sent flashes of memories through his mind, of his father doing the same thing not that long ago…

Hiram entered the room, arms folded as he watched the teenager. When Puck realised he wasn't alone, he looked up at the older man. "What do you think you're doing to my house?" Hiram asked expectantly, picking up an unlit candle and studying it.

Puck dropped his canister and backed into the window curtains. Hiram just shook his head and gave a small smile of glee.

Finn had been tied up in the basement; of course, he'd also been unconscious all this time, and didn't realise until he opened his eyes for a few seconds. He was falling in and out of consciousness each second, and every time he did see where he was, it was groggy and short-lived.

He groaned out and squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to move his hands, twitching on the dank basement floor.

"You're a disgrace."

Finn looked up and saw someone…a woman of some sort…standing above him.

"Is that all the fight you have left in you?" The lady sneered, looking very upset. "How can you allow that ghoul to terrorise your family? Hold still."

Finn did so, resting his head back on the floor. The lady bent down and started to untie the ropes holding him. "I will not permit another failure in this house," She continued in an almost angry way. Suddenly, the bonds were cut and she was leaning over his ear. "Save those babies."

Finn shut his eyes for a moment - when he opened them, the lady was gone.

"Quinn, I don't know what the Hell he did to you," Rachel tried - she knew she couldn't exactly be killed again, but no one really wants to be stabbed. "You th-"

"THAT'S THE TROUBLE!" Quinn screamed. "YOU DON'T KNOW! I'm not just some silly cheerleader from High School…I'm a woman, and I matter!"

Rachel took a deep breath. "You're hurt."

Quinn nodded desperately. "Yes! I'm hurt! He hurt me!…And he'll hurt you." She lifted the shard of glass up. "That's why it's better for you if I just put a stop to this…"

She moved forwards quickly, aiming the shard right for Rachel's stomach. Rachel cried out and put a hand on Quinn's shoulder to push her back, the other hand pushing her stomach inwards as if to protect it.

"QUINN!"

Both of the women turned to look at Finn, who had just walked in. His eyes widened out of fright when he saw what was going on. Quinn desperately looked between Finn and Rachel. "ASK HIM ABOUT LIMA, ASK HIM!"

"Tell me about Lima, Finn!" Rachel begged, a tear rolling down her cheek as she struggled.

"TELL HER!" Quinn shrieked, turning her attention to her ex-boyfriend. "TELL HER, FINN!"

Finn stared at Rachel straight in the eyes, looking guilty. "Rach…I…I lied. I-I didn't go to Lima to see some old friends of mine…I went to be with Quinn. She needed me."

Quinn stopped struggling slightly, some peace taking over her features.

"Why?" Rachel prompted, more tears spilling down her face. "Because she was pregnant? Even though you were with me?"

Both of them looked at him expectantly; it didn't escape his notice that the shard of glass was still held to his girlfriend's stomach. "Rachel…I broke up with her when we s-started going out…but then she said she was pregnant…what was I meant to do?!" He looked down at the floor. "There, she knows everything. Put it down."

Quinn gave a small, relieved smile and dropped the glass to the floor.

"Mister Hudson?"

All of them turned to see the security man standing in the doorway with a gun pointed towards Quinn; behind him, Burt and Carole were watching with terrified expressions on their faces. "Yeah," Finn said hoarsely. "That's me."

Luke took a step inside the room. "Your mother activated the panic button…is this the intruder?"

Finn nodded, not able to speak. Quinn just looked around, mascara running down her cheeks; she and Rachel both dropped their arms from each other's shoulders, and Rachel backed away from the blonde so that she could be arrested.

Neither of them looked at Finn.

Sue chuckled slightly as she stirred her coffee. "She wanted to be a pretty girl." Her small smile disappeared as she looked up at Kurt. "Of course, she didn't really look very pretty…lying on that table, underneath those harsh, energy efficient lights…"

Sue coughed as she looked at Becky lying on the table. She turned to the coroner. "May I have a moment?" He nodded, and edged away from the dead body of her daughter. Sue took a couple of steps closer and peered down at Becky's face for a few seconds. She knew what she had to do.

She quickly opened the bag she'd brought - she never usually carried bags, but for this purpose, it was necessary - and pulled out the cosmetics bag she had. First, she started with the eye shadow, and gently painted the closed eyelids of the dead teenager.

"They say that one of the many comforts of having children is knowing that your youth hasn't fled, but merely been passed on to the next generation."

Sue couldn't help it; a tear dripped down her nose as she rummaged through the bag and took out the rouge. Just as with her eyelids, Sue made sure to be gentle with Becky's cheeks, and make sure she did it right.

"They say that when a parent dies, a child feels his or her mortality…but when a child dies before their parent, it's immortality that a parent loses."

Finally was the lipstick. The tone really would have suited Becky, if she was alive. Sue's hand shook slightly, but she managed not to ruin her work.

Stepping back slightly and tucking the make-up back into her bag, she shook her head in disbelief. "You are so, so beautiful, Becky…you always will be a pretty girl."

"Sue," Kurt muttered, feeling quite sick. "I'm so sorry."

Sue sighed. "Well, you did encourage her, Pear Hips. That's true…but you were just trying to be kind, weren't you?" Kurt gave a small nod. "I was the one who sent her out into the world tonight…and it did what it will do…"

There was a long silence as the two just drank their coffee. Kurt couldn't believe it; not three days ago, Becky had been breaking into their house and asking to be made a "pretty girl" but now…

"Becky was a wilful child," Sue admitted, putting her head in her hands. "I'll give her that. In truth, I think she was the closest to being like me than any of my other monsters, considering that they were all adopted…"

"I didn't know you had other children," Kurt said, surprised by this.

Sue nodded and gave a sigh. "Kurt…Blaine's my adopted son."

Kurt's eyes widened, and he tried to remember how to breathe properly…Blaine…adopted by Sue?…no…it couldn't be… "Wait, what?"

"He can't know about this, Kurt," Sue stated sadly, looking him straight in the eye. "He can't know that Becky is gone now…not now…he doesn't react well to certain things." She reached across the table and grabbed Kurt's arm; in response, the teenager jumped in his seat. "You have to promise me, Pear Hips, that you won't tell him."

The teenager blinked. "I…I don't understand."

Sue snorted. "Of course you don't…he's too sensitive for a boy. You've probably seen it…he's a young man with too deep feelings for his age…" The old woman pulled back, looking serious, and stood up to go to the fridge. "He's not made of steel, like me and Becky," She murmured, and turned around. Kurt could see that she'd picked up a picture of some sort and was holding it to her chest. "You…you have it too. That's probably why he likes you so much - he craves your strength." She held out the picture to Kurt, who stood up to take it from her. "Look…I think he misses his sister."

Kurt stared at the photo; Blaine was sitting with his arm around Becky, who looked a lot younger then. Both of them were smiling wildly, clearly happy and carefree.

Blaine had made for the beach. He was very aware of the group chasing after him at top speed, and he was starting to get extremely out of breath by this point.

When he got to the beach, he had to stop. He was going to die otherwise. He looked over his shoulder as he bent over to cough, and saw that all five of them were right behind him still. He turned to face them, still trying to breathe. "I used to run track-"

"We know," The cheerleader - Mercedes - said, glaring at him.

"Is someone going to explain this to me?" He asked.

The Goth - Tina - walked straight up to him. "Do you believe in God?"

He raised a triangular eyebrow. "Is this what this is about? You guys are a campus crusade-"

Tina shoved him backwards into a bin. "You asked me if I believed in God and you put a gun to my head!" She snarled, her finger pointing into his chest. "I said yes! I wasn't even telling the truth when I said that! And then…you pulled the trigger."

Blaine's eyes widened. "What is this? Is this part of a Halloween act, because the make-up…it's chilling, don't get me wrong. But the performance-"

He was cut off by Ryder grabbing him and kneeing him in the stomach. He threw the shorter teenager to the floor, the group standing behind him. "NO MORE BULLSHIT, BLAINE! YOU OWE US AN EXPLANATION!"

"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?" Blaine yelled out, lifting his head from the floor.

Ryder took a step forwards and kicked him in the stomach before bending down. "Why did you target the jocks? I never did anything to you!"

"It wasn't just the jocks," The stoner - Brett - stated, spitting at Blaine. "I mean, look at me, look at Jacob." He turned to the bespectacled teenager. "Did you ever once go to a football game?" Jacob shook his head. "This guy was honour roll…he could have been valedictorian!" He kicked Blaine in the back. "ASSHOLE! I know I'm not going to change the world or anything, but he could have! He could have been something, and you ruined all of that potential!"

Blaine struggled to sit up, leaning against a nearby bench as he groaned in pain. "We wanna know why," Mercedes gritted out, looking close to tears. "You owe us that much!"

"Way more than that!" Tina muttered, also looking close to tears.

Blaine lifted his head, panting harshly. "I-I think you've got the wrong guy…"

"No!" Mercedes cried, emotions getting the better of her. "Don't you dare! We have been looking for you for years!"

"He's screwing with us," Ryder stated.

Blaine had fantasies sometimes…he had fantasies of walking down the hallway, his face painted ready for death, like a Grim Reaper…

"Maybe he's in denial," Tina said when Blaine bowed his head in pain.

He was honestly helping them; the world was full of shit and piss and vomit in the streets…there were assholes who picked on him for being gay…he was helping to take these people to a nice clean place-

"Maybe he's psychotic," Brett retorted.

-Blaine imagined walking into a classroom…his gun at the ready…people looked up from their schoolwork, the teacher stood up-

"GET OUT!" He screamed, hitting at his gelled hair. "GET OUT OF MY HEAD!"

-Fantasy Blaine smiled at the blood and carnage.

Mercedes bent down next to him. "We're not in your head," She stated. "We're right here."

As Blaine just sobbed, unable to get the images to leave his mind, the jock spoke up. "Mercedes…the sun's coming up."

"Just say it," Mercedes whispered, voice hoarse as she fought back tears. Blaine slowly brought his hands away from his face so that he could look at her. "Just say what you did."

The entire group looked at him expectantly.

"I-I should be thirty four," Mercedes sobbed, reaching a hand up to rub at her eyes. "I should be married…with babies…"

"I don't know you," Blaine murmured, looking at her apologetically. "I'm so sorry…I don't know you…I don't know any of you."

The group looked away, unable to take it. Tina walked up to Mercedes, trying to help her up. "Come on, we've gotta go."

Blaine watched after them as they walked away, tears dripping down his cheeks.

The Dead Breakfast Club weren't the only ones who had to go back at sunset.

Santana looked down at the floor sadly as she slowly walked back to the gates of Murder House. From beside her, Hiram appeared, looking very worn out. Other ghosts also appeared from various places; Terri looking up at the house sadly, the twins playing with their snaps, and Emma and Shannon in their teachers outfits.

"How was your night?" Hiram asked dully.

Santana sighed. "My mother's dead."

"Oh," Hiram awkwardly patted her shoulder. "I'm sorry."

"I couldn't go with her," Santana muttered, still not looking away from the floor.

As they reached the gates, LeRoy appeared. He joined their group next to Hiram, looking apologetic. "I'm not speaking to you," Hiram said slowly.

"I'm sorry," LeRoy murmured. "I just can't help myself."

"I feel like I'm doomed to an eternity of being trapped in an unhappy relationship working on this goddamn house…which will never be the way I want it."

There was a short silence between the three. "You are," Santana informed him, even though she was aware that he knew that.

"What is it with you girls?" Luke questioned quietly; Quinn was sat in the backseat of the cruiser, staring out of the window. "You've got everything to live for, but then you throw it away over some guy who you can't have because dumps you."

Quinn looked up. "I had him. We were in love, but…he couldn't handle the long distance."

"His family are nice," Luke stated wisely. "Yet you terrorised them…and Mrs Hudson-Hummel is pregnant…man, that's just plain evil. You don't do things like that out of love."

Quinn didn't say anything, and just stared out of the window.

"I see," Luke said.

"No," Quinn argued quietly. "You don't see anything…he was the love of my life." She looked out of the window again, tired by the previous night's events. "What's going to happen now?"

"You're going to jail."

Neither of them spoke anymore; a few minutes later, Luke pulled up to the curb by the police station and got out of the car. He went around the side of the vehicle to get Quinn out.

However, when he opened the door, she was gone.

Finn wasn't even sure about what he was going to say to Rachel. He didn't know what was going to happen between them after that…he didn't want to know. He wanted everything to go back to normal, that's what.

"Hey," He greeted quietly, sitting next to her on the porch steps. "So…so…"

"Why didn't you tell me about her?" Rachel asked, looking up at him with red-rimmed eyes. He slumped a little at the question. "I'm your girlfriend…you should have told me-"

Finn gave an annoyed sigh. "What's there to tell, Rach? I dated her, we moved, we broke up, I started dating you, and then she got pregnant-"

"You went to be with her," Rachel accused.

"Yeah," Finn agreed slowly. "Because she wanted an abortion…but she didn't get it, and now she has this crazy idea that I'm going to ditch everything just to be with her."

The brunette girl just looked at the floor, a tear making its way down her cheek. "I don't think we should date anymore, Finn."

Finn looked at her with wide eyes. "Rach…"

"She tried to kill me!" Rachel stated loudly, looking up at her boyfriend with a burning passion in her eyes. "A-And knowing that you were…you were going to let her kill a baby like that…I just can't…"

She stood up, striding away before Finn could stop her.