Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or its characters. Aren't you glad?
Now that Blaine had Kurt he wasn't quite sure what to do with himself. Days went on, and he was happier than he'd ever been with Kurt. They studied together and hugged and kissed, but they both allowed the other to go hang out with their friends. Blaine trusted Kurt and his friends. Even Rachel and Finn. He knew they didn't mean to hurt Kurt, never would they intend to, but they go in his way.
But now Blaine didn't have anything to fight for. He had his prize, and he was making his life perfect. Just a few more people, that was it.
So he wrote in his journal more than usual.
It started out with simple things, just in the "Necessities" portion of his notebook. Rope, a new bag, rubber gloves, and so on and so forth. As he wrote the things he was writing were for the future, much further away than the next on his list. Wes Greyson. Wes, Wes would be a problem. He was sure to make noise and fight back once he realized what was going on. While Blaine was partial to his knife, he realized it wouldn't work in all situations. And two murders of young boys with the same hunting knife would look suspicious. Blaine didn't want to develop anything close to an M.O. He wanted them to appear relatively random, no suspicion should be drawn to him, because then it would be drawn to Kurt, and that was not allowed.
So for one Mr. Wes Greyson, Blaine had decided on poison for the cause of death. He just hadn't decided with what kind. There were the obvious ones, the stand alones, aresnic, cyanide, strychnine, methanol, and hemlock. All of those were standbys, and good ones at that. But they were all so common, and all immediately shouted murder. And that was not necessarily what Blaine wanted. He needed something strong, he didn't want to waist time, he supposes slowly slipping some poison into Wes' food wouldn't be too bad, but then it hit him, potassium chloride. It was readily available, Dalton's chemistry lab had a bunch of it, and it was also easy to use. Slip some into Wes's morning coffee, and twenty minutes later, dead of a sudden heart attack. The Warblers always said he was too stressed.
AN: Sooooo super sorry about the wait and how short this is. It was just not wanting to be written. I promise I'll be right on the next chapter and it'll be long(ish no promises on length)
Oh, and I am totally open to suggestions, so if you want/don't want something to happen, let me know. I'll see what I can do. (My characters have a tendency to write themselves)
TTFN and much love,
Molly