Note- I'm still confused to what an author's note is.
The glee club sat, circled in the choir room, looking in awe as Blaine spoke of his vicious plan. He seemed to have Puck and Santana in on it, but the rest of the club was terrified.
"And then we will hide the body, we won't ever get caught." Blaine choked. His words were so morbid.
"Blaine, you have got to be kidding me!" Rachel screamed. "We can't kill Sebastian; all of our futures will be ruined!"
"Hush. Okay so you definitely aren't in on it. Puck, Santana?"
"I don't know pretty boy. I'm bad, but murder is way out of my league." Santana said.
"I guess I'm in. I'll be even more bad-ass." Puckerman agreed.
"This is absolutely ridiculous!" Quinn yelled. "No one is murdering anyone. We will get Sebastian, but not this way!"
"Quinn, he almost murdered Kurt!" Blaine trembled at the thought. "And that almost caused Kurt to commit suicide. The system failed on us, we have to take this into our own hands."
Everyone glared at Kurt, who bowed his head in shame. Finn and Blaine shot each other glances of sympathy.
"K-Kurt, you tried to kill yourself?" Rachel asked softly.
"….It wasn't the first time either. And it would have worked. I was just so-, so tired of the world. I always screw it up." Kurt began to cry.
"No baby, don't cry." Blaine said, scooting his chair closer to Kurt and cuddling closer to him.
Just then, Mr. Shuester walked into the room, holding big books filled with old sheet music. "Look what I f- hey, what's going on here? Kurt, are you okay?"
"Everything's fine, Mr. Shue. We were just-uh," Kurt began to say, choking up.
"We were just deciding what songs to sing for regionals when Kurt told us the song reminded him of a very heartbreaking story on sixbillionsecrets." Blaine lied.
"Okay, why does everyone seem so confused and awe-stricken?" Mr. Shue said, crossing his arms in confusion.
"It's full of angst. And it has such an unexpected ending. And a confusing plot-line." Blaine replied quickly.
"Alrighty. Well I found a bunch of old classics the judges will love at regionals. We sung these songs back when I was in glee!"
Blaine leaned up against the alley wall. It was freezing outside, so he stuck his hands in his pockets and flipped up his hood. His mind was racing with dark, morbid thoughts as he awaited the arrival of his partners in crime.
After a few more minutes, two figures came walking towards him. Blaine pushed himself of the alley wall and stood up straight. Finally they were here, and they were going to do this.
"You bring the gun?" Blaine asked Puckerman.
"Yup. My parents didn't even ask why I took it. They were probably too stoned." He answered.
"I brought the rope." Santana added.
"Let's do this." Blaine said sternly, grabbing the items as he began to walk towards his victim's place of residence.
After catching a quiet taxi ride to Dalton, the three managed to sneak in the back into where the boys boarded. Blaine knew how to do this without getting caught- he had snuck in and out so many times to count.
"How do you know which room is his?" Santana whispered.
"It's going to be my old room. There was no other free spots for juniors, were packed." Blaine said, tip-toeing his way down the hallway that was oh-so-familiar.
They finally arrived the room where Sebastian was boarding. They stood frozen, staring blankly at the door and taking deep breaths.
"Let's do this thing." Puck broke the silence.
Blaine easily picked the lock, and slowly opened the door, not that the doors of Dalton Academy squeaked. They were too high-class.
Santana and Puckerman followed Blaine into the dark room, careful not to knock anything over.
"Oh my-" Blaine gasped, eyes-bulging out of his head as he peered down at the floor next to the bed.
"What?" Santana tensed up. She wished she never agreed to this.
The two walked over to where Blaine's eyes were glued, to find Sebastian Smythe in a bloody mess all over the floor. Someone had beaten them to it.