The long awaited second chapter.
[Sorry guys I kept putting this off]

Kurt walked uneasily to his bedroom. He knew that his hands had been covered in her blood. He knew that Blaine was going to be with him every step of the way. All Kurt could do was sit back and lie. What was he doing though? He shouldn't have done this, no matter what Rachel had done to him.

Pavarotti's voice didn't wake him up this morning. The bird was gone; he still mourned the loss of the little bird. It was his inspiration. He walked over to the table that the little casket he had been working on was. He let a little smile show.

There was a knock on his bedroom door. "Kurt? Its breakfast, you better come downstairs real fast." Finn's voice sang through the door. "We have waffles."

"I'll be downstairs in a minute!" Kurt called back. He remembered it was Saturday and didn't bother to get dressed. He ran downstairs in his silk blue pajamas, just like when he was little.
He saw the moist golden waffles sitting on a plate being passed around the table. He sat down in his spot next to his father. The plate was finally passed to him, he choose the waffle on the bottom of the plate, and then let the syrup drizzle onto the waffle.

"I can't believe it." Finn began to speak.
Kurt looked up from cutting his waffles into small pieces. "What?" He asked trying to take the nervous out of his voice.

"Somebody killed Rachel." Finn said. Kurt could tell he was holding back salty tears.

"What!" Kurt tried to sound like what Finn said was unbelievable.

Finn nodded and shoved pancake into his mouth. Burt and Carole looked at each other in confusion. Kurt let a fake tear travel down his cheek. He excused himself from the table, letting the pancake become soggy in the maple. He ran back upstairs into his room. He plopped onto the bed.

"Was that enough?" Kurt whispered to himself. "I hope it was."

Half an hour later, Finn walked into Kurt's room. "Hey," He began. "I'm sorry about Rachel and all. I know you were kind of good friends with her."

"Sometimes, we had our moments." Kurt said.

Finn let a smile play across his face. He sat down on the end of the bed next to Kurt's feet. Kurt sat up and joined him.

"Who do you think did it?" Finn asked.

Kurt felt something stab at his heart. "Uh…I don't know…maybe it was Quinn." Kurt knew that Finn was going to think something was up.

"Quinn?" Finn asked.

Kurt's palms became sweaty. "Yeah, I think its best you leave now." Kurt gulped. "I need to get ready to see Blaine today, we have some plans."

"Kurt, will you tell me what's wrong?" Finn asked holding the door closed.

"I'm the one that killed Rachel." Kurt said. "If you tell anyone," He paused and sweat broke across his face. "If you tell anyone, I'll kill you to."

Kurt could feel the fear rise in Finn. Finn opened his mouth and then closed it. He didn't know what to say to Kurt. Did he tell the police? His mom or maybe he should tell Burt? He was at a loss of words. "Kurt, why did you do it?"

"I-I don't know. It was a stupid idea! I can't bring her back though!" Kurt started to yell. "Just get out!"

Finn left Kurt to his thoughts in disgust. He didn't know what he was going to do; if he covered up for Kurt he would be playing a role in Kurt's crime. Yet, if he told Kurt would kill him. He was stuck and couldn't get out.

What had Kurt done? He had told Finn all about how he had killed Rachel. He had told Finn that if he had turned Kurt in that he would kill him. Kurt was a failure at murder. He had just let someone else in on his crime.
It was best if he just killed Finn as well. Where would that get him though?

His cell phone went off. He picked it up and realized that it was from Blaine. Hey, you want to come meet me for coffee?

Kurt thought for a moment. He needed to tell Blaine about his "problem". Sure. He responded.

Two seconds later Blaine responded with. See you there.

Kurt waited and waited for Blaine to show up. He was running late this time. Kurt tapped his fingers on the table. Blaine finally walked in. Kurt stood up.

"Hey, sorry I'm late." Blaine said to Kurt.

"It's fine." Kurt smiled.

Blaine sat down across from Kurt. "You ordered my coffee for me." Blaine smiled.

"Of course I did. Why wouldn't I?"

"So, how is you're hiding of the evidence going?" Blaine asked.

"I slipped. Finn knows that I exterminated her."

Blaine lets out a sigh. Then lets out a sigh, Kurt knew what was coming next. The words "You're going to have to kill him" we're going to shoot out of Blaine's mouth any second.

"I should've known." Blaine said.

"What?" Kurt asked.

"It's your first time. I knew you were going to slip." Blaine frowned. "You're going to have to kill Finn to."

"I can't do that!" Kurt shouted. "Finn is my step-brother!" People were starting to stare. Kurt covered his mouth with his hand quickly.

"I'll do it for you." Blaine whispered.

"No." Kurt shook his head and tears started to form in his eyes. He sniffed. "I shouldn't have done this. I'm so upset; I just threw on clothes at random this morning."

Blaine stared at Kurt for awhile. He then takes Kurt's hands from across the table. "Kurt," He began. "I told you already, we're going to get through this together. No matter how many people we slaughter." His voice was just above a whisper now. "I'm going to kill Finn for you."

"We shouldn't talk about this in a public place." Kurt said.

"Want to go to Dalton with me?" Blaine paused and cleared his throat. "We could sing about it."

"What song is there to sing about man-slaughter?" Kurt asks.

"Oh, we'll find something." Blaine said.

Kurt and Blaine left the coffee shop. Both of them we're now partners in crime.