A/N: Hi! Here we have the second chapter of the story, more of the Glee characters are starting to show themselves, expect a few more in the chapters to come. Thank you for your reviews and favorites, I hope you like this installment and please let me know what you think!

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Bathed by warm candle light in her Upper East side apartment, Quinn Fabray found herself face down on her bed, hands cuffed behind her back and three enraged men standing over her. She smirked to herself, life had never been so good.

"So, how are we doing this?" Blaine was, as was agreed, tagging along to the meeting with Tina, who had secluded herself in the apartment she had shared with Mike.

"I will be asking the questions, Kurt will observe quietly and come up with brilliant observations and you will sit also quietly and try to use those big puppy eyes of yours to their full comforting capability." Kurt smiled, mildly amused, Sebastian was kind of an ass but his sharp tongue was always enjoyable, especially when the insults weren't directed at him. Though he did feel bad for Blaine since he tended to take everything to heart. He assumed it was one of the reasons the relationship between Blaine and Sebastian hadn't worked out, a strange relationship if he said so himself, then again, his own love life was nothing to write about, virtually inexistent if one didn't count one night stands and holding hands with Blaine on occasions. Privately, he sometimes decided that holding hands did count in the relationship spectrum. Other times he realized that his interactions to other people tended to depend on their degree of insanity and the number of corpses they have left in their wake. Not an encouraging thought.

"Maybe I should talk." Of course Blaine would say that, Kurt couldn't understand how Sebastian would even find it in himself to be surprised, which he was given his current expression. Or maybe his face was aiming to express his indignation at Blaine's disregard of his little speech. Both options were equally likely. "I mean," Blaine hurried an explanation, "Tina is my friend and, let's face it, you are normally not the most sympathetic person, and Kurt doesn't really know how to act around people either." Wow, for a sweet guy he could certainly be terribly rude at times.

"Mhh, didn't realize you knew how to be rude and offensive."

"Sorry Sebastian, that's not how I meant for it to sound". Yep, Kurt wandered a few steps away from them, if he and Sebastian were synchronized enough that one could voice the other's thoughts then they were definitely spending too much time together, that usually just happened with Blaine. It had been a very confusing week.

The argument continued as the three walked the two blocks that separated the parking place from the residential building where they would meet Tina Cohen-Chang, Kurt was quite dreading the experience. Blaine was right, he barely knew how to act around people on regular occasions, much less one as delicate as this, he was bound to come off as an insensitive jerk even by Sebastian's standards. By the time they reached the elevator, it was decided once again that Sebastian would do the talking and Blaine and Kurt were to remain quiet. It lasted for about a minute, exactly the time it took Tina to buzz them in and for Blaine to, not very subtly, move Sebastian a side.

"Tina." And then they were hugging. Kurt couldn't even bother himself with an eye roll.

"How are you doing?" They were sitting in her living room, a large, warmly furnished space, pieces of twisted metal and funny paintings were scattered everywhere. Kurt supposed they were her works, or her friends, it was hard to tell, there wasn't a signature style he could pinpoint. Then again, that yellow ball on the corner might just be a piece of trash rather a work of art and he was just trying too hard to make sense of it.

Tina explained, among sobs, that the arrangement for the funeral couldn't be made until the body was released from custody, while the autopsy had been completed, Kitty kept asking Sebastian for more time with the body, probably afraid of having overlooked something, and he had obliged simply because he knew that Mike´s parents would end up making the arrangements and they hadn't arrived yet. He had spoken to them briefly and was informed that a very traditional ceremony was to take place. Kurt knew about it simply because he had been standing in the office while the conversation took place, so quietly that Sebastian forgot he had company and didn't turn off the speaker.

"I can´t think of anyone who would want to hurt him. His coworkers loved him, he was so kind and caring, everyone loved him." Blaine was making tea, incapable of staying still. Tina, and Mike to a lesser extent, had been his friends for years, that something like this had happened to them was beyond belief. Mike was Tina's rock, the thing that kept her together when she had failed some classes at NYU, until finally she had dropped out, just a couple of months after Blaine switched mayors, and started taking art classes. Mike stood by her side every step of the way, the scariest part for Tine, Blaine imagined, wouldn't be the fact that she might be the next victim but that no matter what happened, Mike wouldn't be there to support her.

"Ms. Cohen Chang, we understand that this is a very difficult moment for you. But it is important that you really think about this, maybe there was some kind of difficulty or argument going on at work and he just didn't want to worry you. Any changes in his routine might be relevant, even if it does not seem like much." The tone of voice was the perfect mix of professional and caring and it would have been believable had Blaine not been the person who helped Sebastian rehearse it. At least, the curly haired man reasoned, he was bothering with the sympathetic voice, he supposed Kurt was right and Sebastian had received some kind of reprimand regarding his treatment of others. As long as Tina didn't feel uncomfortable he'd be happy. Or as happy as anyone could be given the circumstances. "Have you seen anyone suspicious around your house, or received any strange phone calls?"

"No, no, no! I told you! Mike would have told me, we told each other everything…"Whatever else she was saying got lost in the sobs that followed. Blaine left his seat on the couch and moved to kneel next to Tina's chair.

"Ms. Cohen Chang." It was amusing how much Sebastian startled at the sound of Kurt voice, "I understand how much this loss affects you so now you have to understand where we are coming from. I believe that the killer is not done, for whatever reason your boyfriend was the first victim but he won't be the only one. He or she is a highly egotistical person that craves the attention they can receive from the killings, more people will die, you might die, if you don't manage to tell us something of use, so really, anything you…" The slap he received, while unpleasant, had not been at all unexpected. Blaine stood quickly from where he had landed after Tina shoved him in her rush to reach Kurt and grabbed her by the elbow as she dissolved in more sobs; she curled around Blaine murmuring insults against his chest, her tears staining his cream vest. Sebastian stayed in his place on the couch, silently lamenting people's inability to follow his orders.

Ghastly discovery in art gallery

Quinn Fabray

Last Wednesday, the Hauser & Wirth gallery displayed more than pieces of art. Michael Chang, a local dance instructor, was found dead and mutilated in the first floor, place that had been reserved for his girlfriend's exhibit.

According to our sources the victim's heart was removed, along with his eyes which the investigators believe were kept by the killer as souvenirs.

Michael Chang was 25 years old and engaged to Tina Cohen Chang, it is presumed he was taken from the studio where he worked Tuesday night, although his coworkers can't attest to his presence there. The FBI agent leading the investigation, Sebastian Smythe, 28, has not made much progress regarding the case, however, it is one of the working theories that the attack may not have been directed against Mike Chang, as he preferred to be called, but against his fiancée, which would explain why the body was found in the art gallery.

Additionally, it would seem the FBI expects more murders to occur, Kurt Hummel was reported to have been at the scene. Mr. Hummel, has assisted in the past during murder investigations, specializing particularly in serial killings, as a profiler. See more.

The computer whirred softly from its position on the coffee table while the room occupants watched it with varying degrees of anger. They were in Kurt's apartment, a spacious loft located on a fifth floor, comfortably furnished and designed for practicality. Kurt would never openly say it, but his only pastime was interior decorating, a fact only he and Blaine knew, Blaine's apartment had been decorated to resemble an old Victorian house, large paintings and soft leather couches.

Kurt had chosen a more modern and sleek style for his own home, with plenty of room for the large bookshelves he was constantly stocking and very little decorations. The only touch of color was an old photo featuring a family of three.

"So, who is she?" Kurt could remember a time of his life when he had enjoyed other's people attention, craved it even. He remembered dance lessons and end of the year recitals; he remembered singing with the school choir and even a small trophy from a singing competition. Slowly he had started to avoid those situations, people were lenient when he was a small child, but eventually the little boy pirouetting around the dancing studio stopped being cute, eventually it became a source of "concern", something his parents should keep an eye on because, good boys didn't dance, didn't enjoy singing, good boys wanted to play outside with other boys, they liked sports and running and getting dirty, and maybe little Kurt shouldn't be allowed to dance with little girls, for his own good.

His parents never bought into that, much to everyone's surprise, they always answered that if he wanted to dance, sing and play dress up with his Power Rangers then he could. So, for a while, he continued as he had, and he would have kept going for the rest of his life, perhaps, if he hadn't become so apt at sensing what other people thought.

Just a twitch in the face and Kurt could feel someone dislike as clearly as if they had yelled obscenities at him, and it was likely that he could have ignored it if it had been one person or two. But he saw it everywhere. His classmate's parents, his teachers, even his dance instructors, he saw their true thoughts in between compliments and smiles.

He told his father, a few weeks after his mother's funeral, "Miss Calloway doesn't like me.", he said like, because at the age of nine he couldn't quite grasp the word hate, not really, though it was the most accurate one, and he was told that it was not truth, his instructor liked him, she liked al of her students.

"It's just your imagination Kurt." Burt said.

But it wasn't.

So he stopped, gradually, first ballet, then singing and then dropped out the choir. He joined the debate team, facts delivered with extreme coldness and objectivity, and the literary club, a great skill for character development, according to the coordinating teacher, and if Burt found it odd he didn't comment. His father simply stood behind him, until he no longer could.

Kurt Hummel did not like people's attention yet thanks to one Quinn Fabray and her gory blog, he had it. And he knew that Sebastian was somehow to blame.

Two hours after the article had been posted three newspapers had picked up the story along with the evening news. Quinn Fabray had refused interviews and simply continued to write his exposé on Kurt Hummel and Sebastian Smythe was shouting away at his second in command.

Blaine, who had stopped by the bureau to pick up Sebastian and head over to Kurt's, only overheard the words "stupid", "should arrest you" and "so goddamn stupid", clearly repeated for good measure.

He decided he might as well wait in the car.

Agent Lopez stood facing her infuriated boss, for once in her life she was completely out of words. Which was okay, Sebastian could speak for the both of them.

"Now, I'm not going to arrest you for divulging confidential information and I am not going to take a disciplinary action against you, though I should! I'm not even going to report you to my superiors, and I hope you realize that they know the leak came from my team and therefore know that I'm covering for one of you." Sebastian was done yelling having hurt his throat five minutes prior, " I just want you to explain what in the hell were you thinking, because I could expect something like this from Sam or even Puck, but I thought that at least you had more sense."

What followed was a borderline pornographic description of one drunken hook up and an attractive blonde who, as Santana said, seemed to get off on her tales of murder and corpses. She hadn't recognized the reporter, Quinn hadn't identified herself and Santana hadn't mentioned that she was FBI. It was an embarrassing error in judgment spiced with a very sexy night.

"I'm sorry"

"You should be." Sebastian sat behind his desk and motioned for Santana to take a seat as well. As usual the entire floor was empty, he decided he could be a kind boss and keep the conversation private, Sam and Puck had been sent away, they surely suspected where the leak had come from, he'd been surprised that they had agreed to leave so easily rather than stay and help Santana face the fire.

"You should suspend me." She looked directly to his eyes, expression guilty and resigned.

"I told you, I'm not going to take disciplinary actions."

"Because then your bosses would know it was me who talked." Really? That's what she thought of him? He considered suspending her just for that but settled on a reproachful look.

"No," he stood and wandered to the left side of his office where the large windows let the nighttime glow in, looking down he imagined he could recognize Blaine's car. Soon he would have to get in and travel to Kurt's apartment and try to explain that he had ruined his calm, unassuming life. "I won't punish you, because it's not really your fault."

"Quinn is a journalist, as you might already imagine. Not a serious one, not particularly respected among her peers, but I can assure you she is one of the best. She can wriggle information out of anyone, and really, there is nothing she won't do to get a story." Like seduce one of his agents.

Blaine and Sebastian had arrived at Kurt's close to midnight, armed with Chinese food and sweet bread, Blaine's idea clearly, chosen simply because Kurt liked it and there wasn't a lot of food that Kurt actually liked.

Said Kurt simply smiled and accepted the offering, he supposed it was time to eat after all, he hadn't really had lunch yet and it was rather late.

After Sebastian told them about the blog he had lost whatever appetite he had left. They had moved to the kitchen after reading the article, the first of a series according to Ms. Fabray, so that Blaine could reheat the food.

"Why are you so sure she will fixate on me?" Kurt was grasping at straws and he knew it. It was clear, at least to him, that he was the most controversial element of the investigation. A profiler with an empathic ability to get in the head of the killers, a failed psychiatrist who completed his studies with honors at the age of 22 but was declared to unstable to practice with actual patients and was instead given a position in the university as a teacher's assistant. Much more interesting than a dead choreographer.

"She will because all she cares about is selling stories, getting hired by a serious newspaper. Publishing a book or writing a movie, the fuck I know! All I care about… all that we should care about is that she won't let this story go. Not now that she's finally getting attention." He was about to slam his fist on the table for emphasis when Blaine started serving the dishes, some kind of pork flavored goo he couldn't distinguish.

Kurt sat reluctantly, and took a small bite, if his stomach didn't rebel within ten minutes he would continue to eat. "Can you do something? It was an ongoing investigation, can you charge her with obstruction? Get some court order to shut her up…" At the lack of response he realized that yes, he could and chose not to. He wished he knew the story behind that. "Thanks Blaine, it looks great." A bad mood was no excuse to be rude.

Blaine smiled briefly before becoming reacquaintanced with his perpetually concerned frown.

"Is she right?"

"About?"

"About the serial killer. Is she right or is she just trying to make the story more interesting? You never spoke about a serial killer." Kurt left Blaine to his questions and exited his kitchen, he didn't want Blaine to worry more than he had to, more than he already did… about him, about Tina, he even worried about Sebastian, although those concerns were never broached out loud, the FBI agent would be terribly annoyed, he just worried about everyone. Kurt simply wished he didn't need that concern, but he had spent so much time depending on his father, on his constant love and support and Blaine took that role so easily when Kurt found himself lacking.

It was very likely that there would be another corpse, as was written on the report he had presented after his first assessment.

"Kurt! You didn't finish your dinner." Came from the kitchen followed by a long overly loud sigh from Sebastian.

"I had forgotten you were such a mother hen, I'm surprised you don't keep Kurt hidden away from the big bad world."

"Don't be such an ass, Sebastian!" Kurt stopped half way into the kitchen, an angry Blaine was never a pleasant experience. "Let's not forget that this mess is your fault! You may not remember but you've already told me about Quinn, I know that this all thing is about you and whatever petty fight you have going on with her! You promised me…" Whatever Blaine was about to start ranting about was put on hold as Sebastian cellphone started ringing.

Kurt took the opportunity to sit back on his chair and chew a few mouthfuls of pork while Blaine took a sip of water, clearly trying to regain his composure. Sebastian's face after the conversation ended and put his phone away told them everything they needed to know. Blaine pale and shaky asked the question.

"Another murder?"