A/N: thank you for the reviews.. a few of you have been asking about the motives...Brittany's motives will be revealed in chapter 24 so sorry for keeping you waiting
Chapter 22: The gun shot
The walk back to the house was the hardest, longest, loneliest and most painful walk of Noah Puckerman's life. It had initially started off as a run but Puck knew if he kept that up he would probably be dead before he got to the house. It was almost pitch black and without a torch Puck had tripped on a rock or a branch more than once. But as soon as he fell he picked himself back up because he had to save the few people that were left alive.
He had to save Rachel. Hell she could be annoying at times, well most of the time but she was a good person deep down inside and Finn loved her. He had to save her for Finn.
Kurt would have probably been a brother to Finn one day. Their parents were dating and Carole Hudson loved Kurt as if he was her own child. Carole was a really good person and Puck didn't want to be responsible for her losing both of her sons.
Then there was Santana. She was smoking hot and he had lost count of the number of flings they had had with each other. He had lost the big V to Santana when they were fourteen, and that made her special to him. As well as that Matt had died for Puck and Matt loved Santana so, if Puck had to, he was willing to die for her.
Santana had gone around the house looking for any weapons just in case the murderer decided to show up. She re-entered the living room with three kitchen knives and a gun.
"Found these" she said in a monotone voice. She handed both Kurt and Rachel one of the knives and stowed the gun in the back pocket of her jeans. "Gun was in Tim's room, locked away in a drawer."
"Umm, why do you get two weapons? Doesn't that make you a bit suspicious?" Rachel enquired, pointing towards both the gun and the knife that Santana currently had in her possession.
"Come on Rachel. You're smart enough to know that it's not me. If it was, surely I would have killed you both now, when our strongest are gone" Rachel nodded, encouraging Santana to continue. "Also there is a reason that I have two weapons whilst you have one. Since Brittany died I've been prepared to kill anyone. Anyone who walks through that door, I'm going to kill them cos they killed Brittany. You two wouldn't do that. Both of you imagine Finn walking in here as the murderer. I know that neither of you will have the guts to kill him. He's almost your brother Kurt. Understand what I'm saying? It's for the best this way. This way the murderer will die."
"What if all three of them come back?" Kurt asked.
"You have put forward a reasonable argument, Santana and although I don't like the idea of watching you kill the murderer I know it has to be done, for our safety. But Kurt's right – you can't just pull the trigger without thinking first" Rachel sat down in an armchair, looking anxiously in the direction of the door.
Meanwhile Brittany had ripped a strip off of her shirt and tied it around her wound. She hoisted herself up using an old tree for support. Her leg was throbbing with pain but she knew if she didn't get up now then Puck would get to the house before her, he would warn the others and they would be waiting with weapons. Sure, she could take them one at a time, but four at once? Not likely, especially when Santana and Puck were involved. She steadied herself and took off in an opposite direction to Puck. She knew a shortcut that could get her there before him.
After about an hour of silently waiting, eyes transfixed on the sitting room door, Kurt and the girls heard the front door slam shut. Santana loaded the gun and pointed it steadily towards the empty hallway. They heard footsteps approaching and waited just a few seconds until they saw a figure emerging.
Santana saw blood on the figure's clothing and raised her gun. The sound of the gun shot echoed around the room. It was only when it was too late and the trigger had been pulled that she realised who the figure was.