A/N: I wanted to put this up yesterday but I didn't have time so i'm sorry :/ anyway enjoyy :) and thank you for the reviews again :D

Chapter 23: The truth is out

The bullet shot straight into his arm and he cursed in pain as he grabbed onto the door frame for support. Santana walked closer to him, the gun still raised ready to shoot again.

"Santana, no don't shoot. It wasn't me" Puck pleaded but Santana wasn't backing down.

"Whose is it?" she demanded, pointing towards the splashes of blood that covered his shirt.

Puck looked down, tears forming in his eyes. "It's uh," he struggled to find the words. He wasn't ready to accept that his two best friends were dead. "It's Matt and Finn's" he sobbed, no longer ashamed to show his tears. He had lost everything.

Rachel fell to the floor screaming, "No, no, no, no, no" each word getting progressively louder.

Kurt grabbed hold of the letter that Matt had given him before he went. He remembered what Matt had said and let out a silent sob. He thought about his family. Himself, his dad and Carole. It seemed empty without Finn.

Santana stood rooted to the spot, the gun still aimed at Puck's head. She was never good with emotions and she kept them bottled up. She put on her best bitch act, not willing to admit that her heart had just shattered into millions of pieces.

"YOU KILLED THEM" she yelled, pointing her gun free hand accusingly at Puck, "YOU KILLED THEM ALL. THEIR BLOOD HAS STAINED YOU AND YOU DON'T EVEN CARE BECAUSE YOU ARE A MURDERER. YOU'RE A COLD HEARTED BASTARD MURDERER."

Without giving Puck a chance to reply she pulled the trigger for a second time. The bullet pierced his shoulder and he fell to the floor in agony. Santana walked over to him, gun still in hand and managed to hear one muffled word escape from his lips."Brittany."

Rachel rushed over to his side.

"What did you say?"

Just seconds later her question was answered. The murderer stood by the back door, slowly clapping. "I have to say Santana, I'm rather impressed." Brittany chuckled, clearly amused at what she just witnessed. "Didn't think you had it in you to pull the trigger on an innocent boy."

Santana turned her head towards the familiar voice and fell to her knees in shock at the sight of her best friend. Tears rolled down her face and her fists clenched tightly together.

"No. No. No. No. Not you." She shook her head, dismissing the truth, despite the evidence standing plainly in front of her.

"Please Brittany, please say it wasn't you."

"I'm afraid I can't do that." Brittany smirked at the kneeling girl.

"No." Santana screamed. "But you - you died and then I was broken. I held your teddy bear close to me ever since you died Brittany. YOU DIED BRITTANY. THIS ISN'T RIGHT. YOU DIED"

So many thoughts were rushing through Santana's head. Hurt. Betrayal. Confusion. Denial. And worst of all guilt. She ran over to Puck and gently stroked his face.

"I'm sorry" she whispered. "I'm so sorry."

He nodded to show his acceptance of the apology. Rachel had pulled off her own cardigan and wrapped it around Puck's arm to soak up the blood.

"Hold on, Noah." Rachel said, taking Puck's hand in her own.

Kurt stood close to Brittany, his weapon pointing threateningly at her, daring her to make any movements.

Santana's thoughts were rushing through her mind at an alarming rate. Her body felt empty.

The pain she had felt when Brittany died was all for nothing. She had wasted tears on someone who wasn't really dead. Worse than that she had wasted tears on a murderer. She had wasted bullets on an innocent boy. Her friend.

Brittany had changed. The sweet, loving, gentle, kind hearted, beautiful young girl that Santana loved had been replaced by a cold hearted killer. How can she not have seen it before? Her blood shot eyes were the eyes of a killer. Every night Brittany always wanted to keep the door unlocked. She never asked why because Brittany was her best friend. Then she was always locking herself in the bathroom. Whenever she was in there she never spoke to Santana. She had always thought it was because she was upset so she left her but how stupid of her. It was obvious now. There was a small window in the bathroom. A window just big enough for Brittany to squeeze out of. She never was in that bathroom; she was out killing one of her friends. And Santana was too stupid to realise. Too stupid to stop her.

Santana turned back to Brittany but she could barely recognise her. This wasn't the Brittany she knew and loved. This wasn't her best friend, this was a monster. Santana's eyes were filled with hatred rather than affection.

"Why?" was the only word Santana could think to say.

Brittany laughed again. "Oh Santana, I thought you of all people would be able to work that out."

Santana thought for a moment, and then shook her head, inching closer towards Brittany. "Why?" she asked again with more anger this time.

"I did it for us Santana. I know you hated those people. You even told me yourself. Remember what coach Sylvester told us. She said if people make you feel bad, then you make them feel bad. If people outsmart you, outsmart them back. If people hurt you, you hurt them back until they stop. Do whatever it takes until they stop." Brittany paused, smiling with what looked like a genuine smile at Santana. "So I did that San. I made them stop."

"Brittany" Santana said her anger increasing. "If someone does something wrong then we slushie them, we humiliate them. Dammit Brittany, we don't kill them. These people, they're our friends. They were our friends. Now we have no one."

Brittany smiled again, "Don't be silly San. We have each other. We'll always have each other. Best friends forever, that's what you told me." She came towards Santana, pinky raised. Santana slapped her hand away.

"NO. I DON'T KNOW YOU ANYMORE, BRITTANY. I'M NOT YOUR FRIEND."

"Okay" Brittany looked taken aback, but then a sly smile crept over her lips. "I guess I have no reason not to kill you as well then."