Disclaimer: I don't own glee. If I did this story would be the Halloween episode and Pezberry would probably be canon.
The group all looked at each other. Santana was in tears when she noticed the blonde running up behind them.
"Brittany!" the Latina ran up to the tall blonde and gave her a big hug.
"whats going on S? some creepy guy brought me here from the school." Brittany asked.
"Rachels' missing. Artie, Sugar, and Sam are dead. We have to solve this riddle to save Rachel." Santana explained through her tears.
"Riddle?" Brittany was confused.
"Your reward has to do with a blonde. Find her and get an advantage. Death is on his way. He does not want money as a reward, but a different type of green. The dancers must dance with the darkest light that is risen at its greatest hour, in order to get closer to saving the tiny brunette. I would wish you good luck, but your luck is about to run out." Santana repeated.
"well Im the blonde, right? And Mike and I are dancers. So that makes sense. But what to they mean that we have to dance with the darkest light that is risen at its greatest hour?" Brittany asked. Nobody thought that words like that would come out of her mouth.
"well, it could mean numerous things." Mike started. "the darkest light at its greatest hour, that could mean anything."
"what would you call a dark light?" Tina asked.
"a black light?" Finn suggested.
"how can a black light rise, Finn?" Kurt asked, sarcastically.
"I Got it! Most dance recitals and performances take place at night, right?" Blaine asked, receiving a nod from Brittany and Mike. "well, whats the light, at night? And when is it its brightest?"
"the moon, at midnight!" Santana exclaimed.
"exactly!" Blaine agreed, high-fiving Santana.
"okay, so we have the part about the dancers. What about the different type of green that Death wants? And our luck ran out? What the hell does that mean?" Santana asked.
Rory's eyes went wide. "me. I'm Irish, hence the luck reference. I'm next to die, so your luck is running out." Rory had started to cry.
"damn it! I wish this goddamn killer would let us find Rachel already!" Puck exclaimed, hugging Rory.
"uh, Puck? Is there something you wanna tell us?" Mercades asked.
Puck quickly let go of Rory and dried his eyes, which were filling with tears.
"no. damn it."
"okay? Well, we have most of it figured out. What do they mean, by me and Brittany dancing at midnight?" Mike asked.
"maybe the killer is referring to sex." Puck pointed out, causing Tina to flare with jealousy.
"that is awkward and disturbing. I definitely hope that that is not what he wants." Mercades stated.
"well, what else could it mean?" Puck asked.
"I don't know you guys. We'll talk about it over dinner." Will stated as he led the New Direction survivors up to the mansion.
"wait, you guys. I just remembered. When Blaine and I were looking through the library we came across something very interesting. It said that Mr. Hicksford and his wife, back in the early days, used to dance by the shore at midnight." Kurt stated.
"then that's what we have to do." Brittany added.
Brittany and Mike got all dressed up like Mr. Hicksford and his wife at around 11:30. They along with the rest of the group headed out to the shore at around 11:45. Will, Puck, and Finn set up a campfire to keep them warm while Brittany and Mike danced. They made it a priority to keep Rory away from the flames.
At exactly midnight Brittany and Mike got up and danced by the shore. Back at the campfire Santana was crying yet again. Rory got up from his seat to comfort her, but something reached out of a hole and tripped him, sending him into the flames.
"oh my god!" Santana shot up.
Will and Finn quickly got Rory to the shore to get the flames off Rory's clothes, but something kept Rory under too long. When he surfaced, the group was met with yet another note.
I told you death was on its way. I enjoyed the dance that the dancers performed. It was pleasing. Your little brunette thought so too. She is actually right here with me, silent and unharmed. I can prove it too you, also. 4 down. 13 to go. here is the riddle:
"Enjoy your freedom while it lasts. It won't take long before the tiny girl gets harmed. You must use your greatest weapon aginst the enemy, little birds, to reach the greatest peak of accomplishment. This little brunette here, I believe you call her Rachel Berry, is in great fear. She keeps calling out the same two names, Santana, Finn. I would hate for either of them to join your handicapped, trouty mouthed, songless, and Irish friends. Death is ready to go shopping for the highest fashion. Unless you do not wish to save your Maria, you better get your ass moving, little Tony." Finn read.
"It has something to do with me. I know it. Rachel was Maria in West Side Story, I was Tony." Blaine spoke.
"Shopping for the highest fashion? Greatest weapon? Birds? The fuck is this guy talking about?" Puck asked.
"Well, birds sing, and we sing, so that explains that." Tina said.
Blaine noticed that his boyfriend was holding onto him pretty tightly.
"What is it, babe?" Blaine asked.
"Death is shopping for the highest fashion. Who here cares the most about fashion?" Kurt asked, quietly.
Blaine went pale, along with the rest of the New Directions.