A/N Hi guys! Sorry for the delay. Hope you missed me. Jk I dont care if you missed me or not. Heres chapter 7. Enjoy Love you guys Bye!

WARNINGS: MAJOR character death, ultra-violence

Rachel woke up in a hospital bed, bandages around her forehead and Puck by her side. The florescent lights shined a little to brightly, the room quiet except for the beeping of the monitors and the sounds of their breathing. Rachel looked into Puck's worried eyes.

"What happened?," she asked.

"You fainted after 'Cedes told you Blaine's knocking on death's door," he giggled, earing him a bitch-glare from Rachel.

"It's not funny," she snarled, "would it be funny if YOU were in a coma, hm?"

"No I guess not," Puck replied, "it's not a laughing matter. Espically since you got a concussion from it." Rachel grabbed her bandaged head. No wonder I'm in this bed, she thought.

"Where's everyone else?," she asked.

"I told them to go home," Puck anwsered, "they've had enough stress tonight." Rachel nodded in agreement. Everyone had enough death and injury for the rest of their life's.

"But wait, is everyone alone?," Rachel demanded, "Ghostface can strike at anytime."

"Don't worry babe," Puck said, "Their having a little slumber party at Britt's. Just get some sleep, ok." Rachel was about to lie down, when she remembered why she had came here in the first place.

"I want to see Blaine," Rachel demanded.

"Babe I don't think that's a good idea," Puck prtested.

"I want to see him Puck," Rachel growled. Puck nodded and helped her out of bed. Rachel's head still ached and she was dizzier than after her first party, but she was ok to walk. Puck took her hand and lead her down the halls, up the elvator, and through a couple units until they reached the unit for critical condtioned patients.

Puck gently squeezed her hand and gave her a quick kiss as they reached Blaine's door. He gently opened it and let Rachel go in, seeming as he wasn't intending on coming in with her. Rachel didn't mind. She wanted some alone time with Blaine, to remincise about their time together.

In the bed, lied a figure Rachel could hardly recognize as Blaine. His face was covered in nasty burns and cuts, his lips singed to the flesh. The rest of his body, all that was peeking out, were still pussing and bleeding, the cuts creating zig-zags.

rachel tip-toed towards him, tears in her eyes. When she reached him, she got down on her knees and squeezed his hand. Tears streamed down her face, adding to the composure of near-death to the room. She looked into the pale and burned face of her fellow glee clubber, her former crush, and most importantly, her dead best friends boyfriend.

Ghostface had to be cruel if he killed the most sensible couple in McKinley.

6 Hours Ago

Kurt and Blaine sat in Blaine's bed, Blaine's head on the older boys shoulder as they watched "When Harry Met Sally." Their eyes weren't on the screen though. Their eyes were on each other. Well, Blaine's defentily were.

Suddenly, Blaine's cell burst into hysterics. Blaine took his gaze off his boyfriend and grabbed the phone. Forgetting about the "check caller I.D" rule Puck gave them, blaine anwsered the phone.

"Hello," Blaine asked cheerifly.

"Ah, Mr. Anderson," the caller replied, "great know you don't follow the rules."

"I'm sorry what?," baline asked.

"Oh, you know, not picking up anonoymous calls," the voice anwsered, "not giving in to temptation. Oh, I know about you and Sebastian."

"Blaine who is it?," Kurt asked. Blaine gave him the quiet sign before continuing the conversation.

"What do you know about us?," Blaine demanded.

"I know that you REALLY need to stop drinking," the voice continued, "cause kissing and sleeping with other guys WHILE your boyfriends at a friends house really is a sin. Well, in my eyes."

"Nothing went down between us," Blaine snarled.

"Besides you?," the voice said cheerfully. Blaine nearly dropped the phone when he heard Kurt gasp. He looked at his near-to-tears boyfriend.

"So the rumors ARE true!," Kurt gasped.

"Oh, I shouldn't have said that," the voice giggled.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT!," Blaine screamed.

"Simply, you and your little lover's head." At that moment, a knife ran into the door. Kurt and Blaine screamed and jumped off the bed, dashing into Blaine's closet and hiding inside. Blaine started to go into panic, his heart racing and his breath heavy. Kurt grabbed his shoulders, turning him towards so they were face to face.

"If we weren't about to die, I would so slap you," Kurt whispereed harshly, "how could you!,"

"Kurt, you don't understand. Sebastian got me drunk...," he began to say, but Kurt wasn't having it.

"I don't care Blaine," Kurt snarled quietly, "if I make it out here alive, I'm done with you." Blaine nearly cried, if it wasn't for the closet door opening, rvealing Ghostface. The boys screamed, trying to get to their feet. However, Ghostface grabbed Kurt by the throat and pulled him out.

"NO!," Blaine screamed as the door closed, Ghostface using the secret lock to lock Blaine out. Through the crack in the door, Blaine watched Kurt getting slaughtered. Ghostface pinned a screaming Kurt to the wall and began stabbing his body. Blood covered the floor, while Kurt's airy screams filled the room.

From the angle Blaine was at, he could see some of the chest stabs. Along with Ghostface stabbing throughKurt's left cheek, reveling his teeth. Soon the torture was over, as Blaine watched Ghostface stab right through Kurt's head and kill him. Silent screams came out of Blaine as Kurt's limp body was dropped. But the torture wasn't over just yet.

Dropping the knife, Ghostface pulled out of his cloak a box of matches. He struck one and dropped it to the floor, setting the room on fire. He left in a flash, leaving Kurt's body and Blaine trapped in the closet.

Blaine tried his best to get out, kicking the door to try to open the lock. It had worked a couple times when Bliane's brother Andrew had locked him inside after he came out. After a couple kicks, Blaine was free. He looked around the room. Most of the room was on fire, but Kurt's body was close to disintergration.

Blaine dashed through his room, burning his legs as he passed a group of flames, and scopped up Kurt's body. He dashed through the growing flames to his window. By now, the fire had spread through the entire house, killing his parents, Andrew, and possibly his little sister Claire. With a hasty shove, Blaine broke open the window and chucked Kurt's body out of it. Thank god he lived in a bungaglo.

He slowly got out of his room, landing near Kurt's body, when the house collasped. A couple burning beams landed on him, causing him to fall to the ground. One landed onto Blaine's stomach, right near his lungs, and with one shaky breath, Bliane could feel his ribs break.

Flames singed his face and body. His life was slowly coming out of him. Blaine went into blackness right as the ambulance alarm filled the street.

It felt like hours before Rachel stopped crying. Blaine's bed sheets were covered in tear stains, but Rachel didn't care. Underneath Blaine's hand, Rachel noticed a note. She pulled it out of it and opened it, reaidng the blood-like cursive:

Oh Rachel,

See what happens when boys want to kiss other boys? Its to bad I didnt kill both.

Although, I can always come back and finish the job right?

I leave you with one final thought: I am TROUBLE and I hope you have perfect TONE. Cause not even your voice can save yourself now.

Ghostface ;)

A/N Dun Dun. Wait, Ghostafce now ends with;). Maybe I"M the killer. Jk I love Klaine to much. So I hope your not TO disturbed. Next up is a ex-Trouble Tone members possible death/attack. 2 questions:

1. Who out of the Trouble Tones should die or get attacked?

2. Who should be next?

I know same freaking questions every time. You dont have to anwser them you know. ALert, faovrite, beta, read, and review. Love you guys Bye!

UndercoverGleek ;)