Finally, an update! Sorry it took so long, but I have a very short attention span when it comes to writing and it took me longer than I thought to write this new chapter. I know it's not very long, but it's about 400 words longer than the last one, so the next one should be longer again.
Enjoy the next chapter of what resulted when my sister told me that Kurt Hummel would make an awesome insane serial killer.
Blaine was sitting on the edge of his bed, chin resting on his hands as he stared at his clock slowly ticking over. It had just passed 03.58 AM and he still couldn't sleep. He knew it was completely expected, given everything that had happened, but that didn't change the fact that he was exhausted.
He had woken up after less than a minute to a paramedic leaning over him, and within a half an hour he had spoken to the police, telling them as simply as possible everything that had happened. Another half an hour passed and everyone had left Kurt's home, leaving a hysterical Burt Hummel with his wife and a remaining police officer who was a friend of Burt's. Blaine had been taken home and the first thing he'd done was take a shower. Blaine had lost track of the time he spent in the bathroom, trying to feel clean again, trying to get the feeling of hot blood of his skin. He had walked from the bathroom to his bed and fell onto it face down and hadn't moved since. His mother had sat down on the bed beside him, trying to get a response, but the stricken boy just turned away, burying further into his bed.
Blaine stood up as his clock ticked over to 4.37 AM and started pacing. The events of the night kept playing over in his head, from Kurt asking to talk to him privately for a minute through to the awful crunch the knife had made as it entered-
Blaine turned suddenly, still not willing to face what had happened. He squeezed his eyes shut and he perched on the edge of his desk, trying in vain to forget the look of terror of his friends faces as he came down the stairs in Kurt's home. Blaine felt tears welling up behind his eyes again, and he started pacing again.
He didn't remember falling asleep, but Blaine woke up awkwardly laying across his bed, and for a moment he wasn't sure why he had fallen asleep with his clothes on. Then everything came rushing back when he heard a knock on the door.
"Blaine?" His mothers' voice was hesitant and full of concern. Blaine sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and attempted to say that he was awake, but all that came out was an extended groan. The door slowly opened, and his mother stepped into his room.
"How are you feeling?" She asked quietly, sitting gently on the bed beside her son. He looked to her, and she couldn't hold his gaze. "That's a stupid question, I suppose," she admitted, putting an arm around his shoulders. When his only response was to shrug off her arm, she moved to kneel in front of him and took his face in her hands. Blaine looked quickly away from her, pushing her hands away.
"Blaine, please! Just say something! I know what you're going through must extremely hard, but please, just talk to me!" She pleaded, grabbing his hands.
Blaine looked at her with tears in his eyes, "What is there to say?" he choked out.
She shook her head and embraced her son, holding him close and whispering "I don't know, Blaine, but anything is better than nothing,"
They were silent until Blaine pulled away. "How much do you know?" He asked.
"Only what you told the police last night and what your friends told me," she answered, moving to sit beside him again.
"I don't think I can tell you more than that," Blaine replied hesitantly.
"When you're ready, I'll be right here, ready to listen to anything you have to tell me, okay?" She gave him a quick hug and stood up, walking to the door. As it was about to shut behind her, she turned around and said "Oh, your friend Noah said that he'll come by later. He said if you tell him what happened, he's happy to tell the others,"
"Thanks," Blaine said quietly as the door clicked shut. He grabbed his phone off his bedside table and checked the time, exactly noon, and fell back on his bed with a sigh. He just had no idea what to do; his mind was just a mess.
After Miss Pillsbury and Mr Schuester had sent Rachel, Finn and Kurt away, they had gone to wait in the choir room with no one speaking. The other members of the New Direction had gradually drifted in and Finn had explained what happened. Kurt had just sat quietly off to the side. At one point Rachel had come to sit next to him, not saying anything.
After a minutes she asked, "Are you okay?"
Kurt hesitated before replying. "I think so. Maybe," He looked up as Miss Pillsbury came into the room.
"I guess that you all would have been told what happened just now, and I want you all to head home. Mr Schuester is, uh, dealing with this with Principle Figgins and I am available if any of you need to talk. Kurt?" She asked. Kurt's eyes were fixed on the door where a crowd of people had just walked quickly past.
His head whipped around at the sound of his name, and looked at Miss Pillsbury with an eyebrow raised. "Sorry, what were you saying?"
"If you feel like you need to talk to someone, I'm available of course." She repeated. Kurt nodded and she continued speaking. "All of you should just try to keep this as quiet as possible,"
There was a mumble of assent from the group as everyone stood up and headed out of the room. To Kurt, it seemed as if everyone was talking incredibly loudly about Karofsky and what had happened. He quickened his pace and left the group behind, heading out of the building. He reached the edge of the parking lot as Finn caught up to him.
"You alright?" Finn asked, walking beside Kurt as he headed to his car.
"Why is everyone asking me that? You saw what happened too," Kurt replied irritably.
"Yes, but you were the only one who..." Finn let the sentence trail off.
Kurt stopped walking and glared at his brother. "Who what? Who could have done something?"
"What? Of course not!" Finn replied.
"So you blame me for this?"
"Kurt, you're not making any sense! No one blames you for this!" Finn took a step back, starting to get concerned.
"No, what doesn't make sense is why you're on my back about this!" Kurt was all but yelling, and he turned away, trying to understand what was going on. He didn't know why he was so mad at Finn. Or why everyone caring about him was getting on his nerves so much.
"Kurt, stop. Where are you going?" Finn ran up and grabbed his shoulder, pulling him back when Kurt didn't listen.
"Just leave me alone, Finn!" Kurt yelled, shoving Finn back with surprising force. Finn stumbled and landed on the concrete. Kurt ran to his car and struggled to get the key into the lock.
Finn scrambled to his feet as Kurt yanked the door open and climbed in behind the wheel.
"Kurt, I'm trying to talk to you!" Finn caught the edge of the car door as Kurt tried to swing it shut.
"I don't want to talk to you," Kurt practically growled, trying to pull the door shut even though he knew had no chance against Finn's strength. Again, he wondered why he was so angry at Finn, when he knew he was just trying to help. But that thought disappeared as Finn stepped away from the door. Kurt slammed it shut and started the engine.
"Fine!" Finn said, turning around and walking away from the car.
Alarm bells started ringing in the back of Kurt's mind as he put the car into gear. He put his foot on the accelerator and before he completely realised what he was doing he was headed straight towards Finn. Kurt slammed on the breaks and swerved, barely avoiding Finn as he realised what he had just been about to do.
Finn jumped to the side as he heard the brakes squeal, the car missing him by no more than a metre. He stumbled away as the car stopped, almost hitting a parked car.
Kurt looked over at Finn, horrified at what he'd almost done. Finn was standing in the middle of the road, only a few steps from where his car had just passed. Finn was staring at him, his mouth open, speechless. Kurt opened the car door and climbed out of the car.
"Finn, I'm so sorry! I didn't... I mean, I don't know what I was doing!"
Finn just shook his head in disbelief. "What did you think you were doing?"
"Finn, I didn't mean it!" Kurt couldn't move, he still couldn't believe what he had just wanted to do.
"How the hell did you not mean it? You were driving!" Finn yelled, taking a step towards Kurt.
Kurt just shook his head, tears forming in his eyes. He wanted to run, to be alone, but he couldn't seem to move.
"Kurt, what the hell were you thinking?" Finn stepped even closer and Kurt finally managed to move. He turned and ran, not looking where he was going, as long as it was away from Finn.
"Stop! Where are you going?" Finn called, running after him.
Kurt turned and looked behind him as he reached the corner of the main road.
"I'm so sorry Finn!" He said as Finn caught up to him, and Finn could see the tears in his brothers eyes.
"Just... What did you..." Finn shook his head. "It's okay, nothing happened. It's probably just this thing with Karofsky getting to you,"
In an instant Kurt's tears evaporated, and the anger he had felt earlier was back. "It has nothing to do with Karofsky!" He yelled, shoving Finn back as he turned and started walking quickly away.
He turned back around as he heard brakes squealing and a bang. He ran a few steps towards where Finn was lying on the ground and stopped. He saw people getting out of their cars to see what had happened, and heard a yell for someone to call an ambulance.
Kurt was rooted to the spot. He couldn't believe that he had just pushed Finn in front of a car. It wasn't possible. It wasn't even thinkable. But the proof was lying on the road, surrounding by a gradually growing number of people.
Kurt had no idea what to do. So he ran.
"Blaine, you've got to be joking. Kurt wouldn't do that!" Puck was leaning against the wall in Blaine's room as Blaine told him Kurt's story.
"I wouldn't have believed it if Kurt wasn't the one who told me," Blaine replied, running a hand through his hair. He was so distraught from the events of the last few days that he hadn't even put any gel in it.
"So, what you're saying is he saw Karofsky die so he was all messed up, and then he killed Finn because he was upset over Karofsky's death?" Puck replied.
"Basically." Blaine said, moving his desk chair to face Puck. He sat down and shook his head; a habit that seemed to be getting worse. "It's still hard to believe that that isn't the worst that he did..."
Of course, it's an almost cliffhanger! I will update as soon as possible and seeing as I have already started the next chapter, it shouldn't be too long.
I think I've decided that there will be maybe, five chapters? Maybe less. Probably not more. So you shouldn't have to wait too long for my favourite ending scene which has already been written.
Thank you for reading, and reviews are always appreciated!