A/N: Hey guys here a new chapter I hope you like it and thanks for all the favs, story alerts(there are almost 100 people reading this! o-o) and reviews! Ah something you should know before read - Walter = Marshmallow =Watermallow, you are probably frowning right now making WTF? expressions, but it made sense in my head while I was writing, but English is not my native languague and take a lot of pills, so it probably it won't make sense for you when you read, but anyway I thought you should know...

Disclamer: I don't own Glee, Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson, and all other recognizable characters, settings, etc. they are the property of Ryan Murphy, Ian Brennan, Brad Falchuk, and Fox. I only own my OC's (that is right bitches! Penny and Walter are mine! ahaha ;P )

Warnings: This story contains underage drinking, violence, sex, self destructive behavior, smoking, mentions of self-harm (mentions! Not graphic scenes of self-harm or anything like that) and an annoying author.

Chapter 12-

The Child Pageants' smile

Josh Daves let out a breath as he looked down for the thousandth time at the tests results spread across his table. "Dammit, Walter! what kind of mess have you found yourself into this time?" he murmured to himself before taking another sip of his sugarless black coffee.

Days ago, the body of Burt Hummel had arrived in the morgue and as soon as Josh had gotten assigned responsible for the necropsy, Walter had called him, asking him for a favor.

"I need to know if Burt Hummel was murdered," He had said, direct, dry. Walter didn't waste time trying to start small talk or anything like that, he knew Josh was the closest thing he had to a friend and that he wouldn't deny him a favor.

"I will send you a message as soon as I am done," was all Josh had said to him, before hanging up. Josh and Walter were a lot alike. They both were over their forties. They also were both introverted, enjoyed Classic rock'n'roll music, and had been embittered by life. Josh had also lost a son, named David. He had died at the age of 5, due to leukemia. And it also had happened out of nowhere, just like Cooper's death. One day, Josh had noted strange bruises on his son's arm, and soon, the hospitals, the chemotherapy sessions and the doctors were saying that there was nothing more they could do. It was better if they took David home, where he could spent his last days in peace.

Walter went to the funeral. It had happened three months after Cooper's death. He hadn't recovered from his son's death, but still had gone to David's funeral. And that was why Josh would never deny Walter a favor. They could not hang out often or send each other Christmas cards, but they were always there when one needed the other.

"Fuck," he murmured. Walter wasn't supposed to deal with this kind of shit anymore, Josh thought, grabbing one of the files.

Burt Hummel had been murdered. But not in the usual way, and yes, there were usual ways of killing someone. You could shoot them, you could poison them with insecticide, you could suffocate them or hit them. These were the methods of murder Josh saw every day. But he had never seen anything like Burt Hummel's cause of death.

He had been poisoned, but not by a common poison, by some type of herbal recipe, something, that according to Josh's research, kills someone in less than 5 minutes. A kind of herbal recipe that is so rare, so unique, that it doesn't even show up in regular tests. In fact, Josh had only found what killed Burt Hummel because he ran every possible test, something he wouldn't have done if Walter hadn't called him, insinuating that Burt could have been murdered. If he hadn't called, Josh probably would have declared that Burt's death had happened due to natural causes. It seemed like a heart attack caused by the usual cardiovascular problems, because that was what this herbal recipe made the cause of death look like, a massive heart attack.

Burt's killer wasn't some angry wife who had been cheated on, attempting to get revenge, or a drug addict after his next fix. This was the work of someone intelligent, a genius maybe. This herbal recipe was very difficult and extremely expensive to make. Only a few people were capable of making it, and one of those few could end up after Walter if he began an unofficial investigation.

It was obvious that Walter was planning on starting his own investigation. He didn't work with Homicides anymore. And that was what worried Josh the most, because Walter was the best and would probably find Burt Hummel's assassin before the lazy homicide detectives would even begin to plan a course of action. The only problem was that he wouldn't have the protection of a badge anymore, which meant he wouldn't be able to call reinforcements if things got too ugly.

It had been almost 24 hours since Josh had sent Walter a message asking to him come and see him. Josh could still lie; in order to protect his old friend, he could say Burt Hummel's died because of a heart attack.

"So what do you have for me?" Walter asked as soon as he entered Josh's office, carrying coffee and a box of iced donuts.

Josh looked down at the file in his hands. He took a deep breath. "What kind of mess have you been in, Walter?" He asked tiredly, shoving the file towards his friend.

Josh Davis knew he was probably being stupid, probably helping Walter dig even deeper into the confusion he had found himself into, but he couldn't just defend a murder. Some person had taken another human being life, and this person had to pay.

He just hoped that Walter wouldn't end up paying as well.

"Where is he?" Quinn asked, her eyebrows furrowed. Blaine held on to her arm, still insisting that they were late for school, but there was no way she would leave before meeting Kurt, seeing the first person that had caused her best friend to show some type of emotion. Besides, she had made a bet with Santana on what this Kurt guy would look like, and Quinn couldn't be surer that she would win those 10 bucks.

Santana was sure that he would be a beefy guy, a jock with strong arms and broad shoulders, just like Blaine's first crush, Ted, and most of the guys he had been banging since he came out, but Quinn knew her best friend too well. Blaine wasn't into those type of guys anymore. He just went after them because he knew he wouldn't be able to develop feelings for guys like Ted. His first crush ended so badly, that Blaine didn't have the ability to look at any boy with even the smallest similarity to Ted without wanting to over power him, using him and then walking away from them, just for the pleasure of hurting someone who looked like the boy who had humiliated him in front of the whole school.

Quinn was sure that Kurt would be the complete opposite from Blaine's hook ups. She could practically picture the boy in her head; tall, delicate-

"Shouldn't you be at school?" A high pitched voice asked, bringing Quinn back from her conjectures. And wow, this boy was gorgeous. Flawless pale skin, delicate features, perfectly coiffed chestnut hair, the brightest blue eyes she had ever seen, and they were fixed on her as Kurt acknowledged her presence.

"Oh…Hi," Kurt said looking at her, slightly blushing.

"Hi! I'm Quinn Fabray, nice to meet you!" Quinn smiled mischievously, glancing at Blaine before holding out her hand.

"I'm Kurt," the android murmured, taking her hand. Walter said he had to be careful when meeting new people, so he wasn't really sure if he was supposed to tell people his last name.

His skin felt so soft again hers that Quinn almost wished that she hadn't chosen today to wear her stretchy, black, fingerless gloves. "You look quite well for someone that was dying last night," she teased, glaring at Blaine, who looked extremely annoyed by his friend's behavior and had his jaw clenched tight.

"It was a very severe hypoglycemic crisis," Blaine and Kurt said in unison, Blaine sounding annoyed and Kurt sounding nervous.

Quinn would have laughed at that scene, but something was bothering her. Kurt was lying. She could tell.

"Really? A hypoglycemic crisis?" she inquired, eyebrows raised. She was sure that Kurt's crisis was one of the main factors that triggered Blaine's break down the night before. The boy must had looked really, really ill. Only to witness someone close to him dying without being able to do anything about it would bring to the surface all of the darkness and grief that Blaine had been repressing inside of him over the years.

And well, Quinn wasn't a doctor, so she couldn't be sure if a hypoglycemic crisis could look that bad, it probably could, but she was always good at reading people's faces and the look on Kurt's face and the way the corners of his mouth twitched slightly… That had made her so sure that the boy was hiding something.

"Y-yeah it was a severe crisis," Kurt assured her. Damn, he was a terrible liar.

"Quinn, we should go... we're late for school and I don't want get in trouble with Walter," Blaine said, not giving his friend a chance to start an interrogation.

"Please Blaine, it's not like we aren't gonna skip half of our classes anyways… I don't know why you're so eager to go to school," she said and rolled her eyes, but when Blaine gave her another stern look she decided she would let go, justfor now.

"Wel, it was a pleasure meet you, Kurt," Quinn said, flashing at Kurt one of her best smiles, the one that her mom had taught her when she still was the most feared competitor in the Child Beauty Pageants across the state.

"It was nice meeting you too, Quinn," Kurt said, the corners of his month twitching slightly. Quinn felt happy at that. Her mother was right; No one could resist the winning smile. "You know what? You should hang out with us sometime. Blainey and I have this little gang and I'm sure they would love to meet you," She offered brazenly, catching Kurt and Blaine off guard with her suggestion.

Kurt didn't know what to say to such an invitation. For what he had heard from Walter, he had an idea of how this "gang" might be and it didn't appeal to him, but at same time, no one ever invited him to hang out, and if you ignore the torn clothes, Quinn seemed like such a charming person. He couldn't just bluntly say no, that would be rude. "I -"

"Well this has been a really lovely experience," Blaine interrupted, words dripping with sarcasm. "But we are really late! Let's go Fabray," he pulled her by her arm, towards the door.

"Bye, Ice Queen!" Blaine shouted, missing the way Kurt rolled his eyes, as he practically dragged hisfriend out of the apartment.

"What the hell was that Fabray?" He barked as soon as they were out of Walter's apartment. Quinn didn't seem to mind though, red lips still flashing an amused smile.

"I just wanted to meet him," She said, her voice full of mocking innocence as she batted her eyelashes ridiculously.

"You just wanted to meet him? Quinn, you invited him to hang out!" Blaine snarled as they got into the elevator.

"So what?"Quinn questioned, undeterred. She slid on a half-smirk "It's not like we're part of some weird cult that kills animals in satanic rituals!"

"Don't you get it? he's not-"

"What? He's not punk enough, he doesn't wear enough leather?" She inquired, her eyebrow raised, arms crossed above her chest.

Blaine shook his head. "No, it's not like that…He's just- he's not like us, okay?"he gritted his teeth in frustration. He honestly had no idea how to explain it to her, he just knew that Kurt wasn't like them, he couldn't picture Kurt acting the way they did. "Kurt is different" he murmured.

"What you mean by different?" Quinn asked Blaine, giving him a floundering look.

"Can't you see?" He snapped. "Just look at him, he is nothing like us!"

Quinn huffed out an annoyed breath and rolled her eyes. Sometimes Blaine was so blind. "You know what I see? Under those layers of expensive clothing, I see a broken kid. Didn't you see his eyes? His red, puffy eyes? That boy isn't only barely holding himself together, he is also lonely."

"He is not like us," Blaine insisted, it came out forceful, but somehow... choked.

"Blaine-"

"Jesus, Quinn, can you just let it go? Why do you have to keep looking for a tragic story everywhere? Not everyone needs to be saved. Kurt is not like us. He's just a fashion diva with low levels of sugar in his blood," Blaine snapped.

Quinn wrinkled her nose "For how long do you intend to keep pushing away anyone with whom you could actually share more than just cheap alcohol, cigarettes and body fluids?"

Blaine stiffened a bit at her comment, and pressed his lips together in a thin line. "I didn't push you away, did I?"

Quinn sighed. It was pointless to keep arguing, Blaine was in full defense mode again.

Penny hated parking her car in Walter's neighborhood. Her baby was too precious to be around Walter's building. There were always these kids with evil looks on their faces who seemed like they were just waiting for an opportunity to ruin her hybrid Smart Car's paint job. She just didn't get why people hated smart cars. They were the cutest cars ever. And her's was a convertible for God's sake!

"Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play. Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day. The sun is up, the sky is blue! It's beautiful and so are you…Dear Prudence won't you come out and play~" Penny's cell phone rang as soon as she turned off her car's engine.

"Dammit, where did I put my phone?" She murmured, looking for the phone in her pockets. But of course, it wasn't in her pockets. The sound was coming from her purse which, as usual, was a mess. There were things that she didn't even remember putting there in the first place. "Where the hell did these crayons come from?" she cursed under her breath and spread out her purse's contents on the passenger seat.

"Dear Prudence, open up your eyes! Dear Prudence, see the sunny skies! The wind is low, the birds will sing~"

"Aha-ha!" She grinned, finally pulling the device out. "Watermellow" was flashing in its screen. In Penny's defense, it was Artie's idea.

"Penny! What took you so long-" Walter began to say as soon as Penny answered the phone.

"Can we just skip the part where you complain and skip to the one where you tell me how things went in the morgue?" Penny said boldly, supporting her phone between her shoulder and jaw as she put the contents of the purse back in it.

"As we already know, Burt Hummel was, indeed, murdered," Walter said. Penny bit her lower lip. Yes, they had already expected such results, but it wouldn't make it easier for Kurt to hear the news. His dad had been murdered for God's sake!

"How?" She breathed, before getting out of the car and unintentionally slamming the door shut.

"Poisoned by some type of herbal recipe, a very rare one. It kills its victim fast and barely leaves a trace. If Josh wasn't so damn good, Burt Hummel's cause of death would probably just be declared as a heart attack."

"That's horrible. But if it kills quickly, that must mean that-"

"The killer must have left minutes before he got there," Walter said, knowing where Penny's line of thought was leading her.

Penny felt a twinge of pain in her chest. "We could have prevented this Walter, if only we had-"

"No, Penny," Walter interrupted. "Don't even begin with the "what if's" and "if we had'", it's not our fault, and there was nothing anyone could have done to save Burt. Let's focus on catching whoever caused this, and keep Kurt safe, okay?"

"You're right. I just- I never expected to have to deal with these kinds of things, Walter. Murders, millionaires, conspirators… Sometimes I just catch myself wondering if we're doing the right thing," She admitted, leaning against her car.

"Do you-"

"No, Walter. I don't regret anything. I could never regret saving Kurt. in fact, he's the only good thing that has come out of all this," Penny said, letting out a tired sigh. "I just don't know if we are capable of dealing with all this. I mean, this killer used some poison and has not left a trace! Hows someone like me supposed to stop monsters like that? I don't know if I'm brave enough to even point a gun at anyone!"

"But that's what makes you one of the good guys, Penny!" Walter cried. "There's no bravery in pointing a gun at someone; you do that only when it's necessary.! No one's supposed to feel great or bold by threatening to take another person's life. People like that shouldn't be able to even carry guns! So don't you worry, we're the good guys, and the good guys always win in the end, don't they?"

Penny nodded. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

Then she remembered something. She had gotten the book! She put herhands on Der Kleine Prinz."I have great news, Walter. I got the book!"

"Really? That's great Penny! I'll be home soon, so we can talk to Kurt. If someone in the office calls, we're inspecting the robot flea market," He whispered, as if he was afraid of being heard.

"Okay, see you later, Walter!"

"Bye."

"Hey Penny!" Kurt greeted as the ginger woman entered Walter's apartment. "Walter didn't tell me you'd be here this early!"

"He didn't count on my astonishing efficiency," She said in melodious tone.

"Oh my God!" The boy gasped. "Did you get the book from the Evidences Deposit?"

"Of course I did!" Penny exclaimed, opening her purse and handing Kurt the bag that contained the book. "C'mon Kurt, Aunt Penny's the best!"

Kurt chuckled and raised an eyebrow. "Aunt Penny?"

"It sounded way better in my head than it did out loud," She laughed as Kurt sat down on the couchand managed to break the tamper indicating tape that sealed the bag.

"And Walter?" he asked, his eyes fixed on the book'sleather cover. It said Der Kleine Prinz in gold, cursive letters.

"I think h-he's on his way. He'll be here soon," Penny stuttered anxiously.

Kurt looked at her and swallowed thickly, his throat feeling very constricted as he saw her confidence falter."You already talked to him, didn't you?"

"Kurt I-" She tried to say something, anything really. But how can you possibly find the words to tell a young boy that his father was murdered?

"And judging by your reaction, you already know the necropsy results…M-my dad...He was murdered, wasn't he?"Kurt whispered, exhaling shakily. He stared down at his hands and away from Penny's eyes.

"Kurt-"

Kurt swallowed the thickness in his throat, and slightly nodded his head. "I already knew. I did. I mean, people don't just die like that Penny!" He felt his stomach in knots and his insides rolling up and twisting as he remembered his dad's body having fallen on the floor. "And he was fine, you know? Sure, he sometimes ate too much bacon, but he was fine…"

"I'm so sorry, Kurt..."

"Don't worry, I'm not gonna break down and cry, not again."

"Kurt, it's okay to cry,"

"No it's not!" He shouted, slamming the book shut and dropping it on the coffee table. "I've already cried too much, I've already had too many breakdowns! It's enough! We don't have time for mourning, we have to find out who did this and really hurt them! Only then I'll be able to mourn, when we've locked up this monster, and I finally am able to feel safe again."

"Alright, if that's what you want, I'll respect that, but don't feel ashamed of crying, or mourning, or anything like that, Kurt. It doesn't make you weaker," She said, sitting beside him and a placing an assuring hand on his shoulder.

"Kurt, listen to me," she murmured. "We're going to catch who did this, I promise you. You'll feel safe again, soon."

Kurt nodded at the ginger's words. He believed her and refused to let the tears burning his eyes stream down his face. He was tired of crying, tired of feeling weak. He would have to be strong. Now, more than ever, he needed to be strong. Someone had messed with the Hummel's, and this person would have to pay.

Minutes ticked by in silence as they sat there, Penny caressing the boy's shoulder until Kurt said something. "How about we take a look at this book over here, huh?" He said, grabbing the book off the coffee table and pushing the painful memories of his dad to the back of his mind.

He handed Penny the book. After some time of staring at a page in the book, Penny finally gave up. "Yeah, like I said, I don't know a word of German."

Kurt shrugged. "That makes two of us, then."

"Well, I think I'm going to make us some tea. Do you want some?" Penny offered, standing up. Kurt nodded, flipping through the pages of the book.

"Hey, Penny?" Penny heard Kurt calling her as she stepped into the kitchen.

"Yes, honey?"

"There's something wrong with the book," Kurt murmured, flipping the pages of the book back and forth.

"What do you mean?" Penny rushed towards him.

"Penny," Kurt looked up into her eyes. "There are pages missing."

TBC...

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