A/N: sorry it's been quite a while (5 days i think :/) Anyway thank you for the reviews :) they are very much appreciated :) enjoy!
Chapter 17: Little Miss Muffet
Brittany's body was found by Rachel. She went to get a glass of water from the kitchen after she was sick. Brittany had been arranged so that she was sitting up on one of the dining table chairs. She had what looked like a knife wound running down her stomach. From the knife that Quinn had presumably. More horrific than the wounds was the thing that had been placed on Brittany's shoulder.
A hand rested on her shoulder. And not just any hand. A hand that Rachel knew and recognised as Mercedes'. Another thing Rachel noticed was that the hand did not have five fingers like it was supposed to. It had eight. Three extra fingers were sewn around the hand and as Matt entered the kitchen he immediately recognised it to be the "spider" in Little Miss Muffet.
"Mercedes" Kurt mumbled. He was starting to come around. He didn't remember much of what happened and that was probably because he had hit his head when he fainted. He just remembered that he was in Mercedes' room and she wasn't snoring. "She wasn't snoring" he cried. He made an attempt to get up but he moved too quickly and fell back down again. More slowly this time he found his feet and walked towards the bed. He sat down next to the body of his best friend and gently placed his hand on her cheek. He leant over and kissed her on the forehead before pulling the sheet right over her. He couldn't bare to see her anymore. It was too heartbreaking.
He kept saying the same three words over and over again. "My baby girl" It was bad enough that Quinn had gone but for Puck what broke his heart even more was that his daughter was gone, before she had even been born. Although Quinn was adamant that she would get the baby adopted, Puck had always wanted to keep her. He wanted to love her and be a good father to her. He wanted his own little family; Quinn, Puck and their daughter. But that was never going to happen now. Because both of the girls he loved were dead.
Santana had been walking for almost an hour before she got back to the house. It was a very long hour. She couldn't stop thinking about the scream, her friends, Brittany. The forest seemed a lot scarier than it had before, and she was alone in it. When she finally made it back to the house she paused and braced herself for what could be inside. Anyone could be dead, they could all be dead, and the murderer could be in there waiting for me. She opened the door and stepped into the hallway.
Santana walked into the living room she saw Finn, Matt and Rachel talking quietly amongst themselves.
She heard Rachel saying "We need to be really careful now. There are only six of us left." Six. The word cut through Santana like a knife. When she left there were nine. Brittany. Oh please let Brittany be okay.
Matt spotted Santana standing in the doorway and ran over to her. "Oh San, we were so worried about you." He pulled her close to him and wrapped his arms round her waist.
"Brittany" she mumbled. Matt hated breaking bad news to people but he knew he had to for the second time today. With Puck it was heartbreaking because Matt could see that Puck liked Quinn but he also loved that baby. And he had to tell him that they were dead. But Matt knew this would be harder. Santana and Brittany were like Matt and Mike. Inseperable. And Matt knew firsthand what it was like to lose someone that close. He also knew Santana was fragile. The bitchy cheerleader was just an act. She was just a normal, insecure teenage girl.
"Santana, I'm so sorry. There was nothing we could do." Santana refused to cry in front of these people. She didn't want them to think she was weak. She wasn't weak. So she turned to the only other thing she knew. Being a bitch. She pushed Matt away from her and stormed out of the room cursing and screaming as she went, not even waiting to ask who else had been killed.
Matt knew that she wasn't really angry. She was broken but she was too stubborn to show it. She needed time alone right now but he would go and see her in a few hours to comfort her. As soon as Santana got to her room she ran straight to the bathroom and threw up. Then she sat on the floor and cried. She had never felt more alone in her life.
Puck went to Quinn's room. He knew it was probably a bad idea for him to see her but he had to. He wanted to say goodbye properly. She looked so peaceful, as though she were just sleeping. Matt had carried her on to the bed and left the knife on the bed side table. He probably should have taken it but Matt's emotions would have taken over and led him to suicide. Puck picked up the knife carefully put it in the back pocket of his jeans. He sat down beside Quinn and kissed her baby bump. Then kissed her on the cheek and whispered in her ear. "I'm going to kill whoever did this to you Quinn. I promise you. I'm gonna kill them." Puck still didn't know that Quinn had killed herself but it made no difference now. Puck had a weapon and he was going to use it to save his friends.