The glee club, whoever is left that is, sits along the neatly arranged chairs of the choir room. Each student is quiet, staring down at the ground. Only nine students sit in there. The lack of Rachel’s once loud mouth leaves the room quiet.
“Where’s Mr. Schue?” asks a Latina cheerleader sitting in the back row. Just looking at her, she screams sexy with her tan skin, perfect curvy body, long legs, and her long dark brown hair held back in a high ponytail. She sits beside a blonde girl, Brittany S. Pierce, with a matching uniform and a ponytail as well. This girl wears a glazed expression over her face. One would think she was daydreaming, when in fact she is fully awake.
“Who knows? He’s probably talking to Ms. Sylvester about something she did to him…again,” Quinn Fabray answers. Quinn sits in front of the two cheerleaders, her fingers fidgeting in her lap. Her eyes glance to the clock. “If he isn’t here soon, I’m just going to leave. It feels weird being here,” the blonde beauty continues.
“Yeah, if he isn’t here soon, I’m outta here with Quinn,” a young man in a wheelchair, glasses, and a horrible sweater throws into the conversation. Artie Abrams just wants to get home and be away from William McKinley High School after everything that has happened today.
Puck notices how Artie’s eyes keep turning towards him. In fact, it’s not just Artie…but everyone’s eyes keep turning towards Puck, each pair of eyes showing how much they mistrust Puck. The same thought runs through everyone’s mind: Was it Puck? The truth is, none of them know and they could be sitting in the same room as a killer at this very moment. This very thought frightens each member of New Directions.
They are taken away from their thoughts, thankfully, as the advisor of glee club, Mr. Schuester strides into the room.
“Mr. Schue, you’re late, is everything okay?” Tina Cohen-Chang, a cute Asian with a liking of Gothic clothing and colored hair extensions, asks the teacher who carries a sad expression across his face.
“I was just talking with Mr. Figgins and Ms. Sylvester. We all agreed that until this whole mess is settled, no more Glee Club.”
The group of young teens is shocked silent. It is Sam Evans, a blonde man who could pass off as a surfer that speaks up first, “But why Mr. Schue?”
“Because two of our own were…killed,” Mr. Schuester forces himself to say, obviously disgusted by the word, “and another one of us was attacked last night. Kurt went home early today after being harassed at school.”
“Wait…Kurt was harassed?” Mercedes asks, finally speaking for the first time.
Why didn’t Kurt tell her, or at least text her even? She’s supposed to be his best friend.
“I saw that he had a run-in with Karofsky. Kurt looked seriously freaked out. I think Karofsky did something to scare him,” Puck answers, still trying to ignore the way everyone acts around him. It’s as if he throws that comment out there, everyone will turn their suspicions away from him and turn them onto someone else.
“Please get home safely okay,” their teacher says, before they continue with their conversation and blaming, “does anyone need a ride?”
When everyone declines, he tells them all to be safe again before leaving. The group begins to depart. Tina and her boyfriend, Mike Chang, who is not related to her by any chance, are the first to leave. Mercedes tells them that Kurt is probably at her house, so she better get to him quickly to make sure he is okay. Artie looks up at Puck, his face giving away his discomfort for a quick moment and he bids good-bye as well, before wheeling out of the room.
Puck, Quinn, Santana, Brittany, and Sam remain in the choir room, quiet as a thick air of awkwardness surrounds the small group of friends. They each stare down at the ground, still in disbelief at the news of what is happening to their friends. Not only have Finn and Rachel been murdered, but also someone has attacked Kurt in his own home last night. What is going on, they all seem to wonder. Is someone targeting the glee club…and if so, why? Who would hate them so much, that they would want them dead? Everyone. They knew they were at the bottom of the food chain, but what have they done to deserve this form of pain.
“I can’t believe it…” Quinn states, being the first to break the awkward silence, “Who is doing this? Just why?”
“None of us know, Quinn. I’m scared too,” Sam says grabbing her hand to show he is there for her. “I am scared too though. Kurt was attacked when he was home alone last night.”
“So who do y’all think is doing this?” Santana asks the group for the first time. Her usual bitchy attitude is absent, and instead lays a tone of confusion and wonder.
Brittany sits beside her as usual, their pinkies linked. While Brittany is confused, she is also scared. Who would want to harm her friends, especially Kurt Hummel? He is the sweetest boy she has ever met…and the only boy to not try to take advantage of her on the first date…even if he is capital-G gay.
“I think it was a student.”
“Why are you so sure, Puck?” Quinn asks him.
“Well come on, this whole scenario is mirroring a horror film. Have you ever seen those Scream movies with Neve Campbell? I saw them all and whoever the killer is, he is mirroring the films. I mean come on! I overheard a policeman talking and apparently the killer called Rachel the night he killed her. He even killed both of them the exact same way. When Rachel’s Dads came home, they found her the exact same way Drew Barrymore was found, gutted and hanging from a tree outside, while Finn was tied to a chair and gutted. It is some freaky shit.”
The rest of the group looks at him with disgust at the gruesome details. Why would he tell them that? But one other though runs through their heads, but each of them are too afraid to speak out loud: Why does he know this?
“But why a student?” Sam asks, curious to know his reasoning behind the statement.
“Because why would an adult kill young students mirroring a horror film from the 90s? I mean I was only two when the film came out. My mom showed me the first one when I was about six.”
“Puck, shut up! This isn’t a damn movie. This is real life. Maybe you killed them? We all know that you’re the police’s number one suspect. It was your phone they found at the crime scene,” Santana spits out.
“What?” Puck stares at Santana after she spits out her accusation.
“You heard me! You always try so hard to be a badass…maybe you killed Finn and Rachel! Maybe you’re the one who attacked Kurt!”
“No! I’m no killer. Maybe you did it then, Santana, huh?”
She just laughs, “I may be a bitch but I am not a killer.”
“It is true. Santana was with me,” Brittany states, “and besides Santana can’t kill anyone. She cries when animals die in movies.”
“Quiet Britt!”
“I think it was that Karofsky kid personally,” Sam throws into the conversation.
“Well he does have a problem with Glee Club and he has been harassing Kurt for who knows how long. Maybe the creep finally snapped,” Santana agrees.
“Hey, Sam, aren’t you a fan of horror movies? You’re like a nerd right?”
“Yes Puck…why?”
“Maybe you’re the killer.”
“Shut up, man! Stop accusing each one of us. Maybe Santana is right. Maybe you’re the killer. You’re trying so hard to accuse each of us. We’re your friends, don’t you remember? Besides, what happened to your phone?”
Puck doesn’t answer at first. “I don’t know…maybe it was Kurt?”
“You can’t be serious Puck? He was attacked last night. He went home early today because he couldn’t take the stares and Karofsky. I know you’re dumb, but were you dropped on your head or something?” Sam says right back to him.
“Hear me out! Maybe he faked the attack? None of us were there. I can check his phone records somehow. I told you I have a friend on the police force, so he can get me the information. Kurt always acts so innocent…but what if it is an act. He had a crush on Finn last year…so maybe he killed them both in a jealous rage. Rachel got Finn, and not him. Come on! Look at it that way.”
“Then why was your phone at his house? Why were there calls listed from your number?” Santana shoots at the badass.
Sam looks up at Santana, internally thanking her for her help.
“I-I lost my phone,” Puck stutters.
“Yeah, likely story squirrel face. You just happen to lose it the same night that someone uses it and then kills two students?”
“Santana, I didn’t kill anyone! I lost my phone. I don’t know how someone got it. I had it a couple nights ago, and then the next thing I know, it’s gone. I’m not going to explain myself anymore to any of you.”
“Well, you’re the only one who could have done it, Puck.”
“Maybe– ”
“Everyone shut up!” Quinn finally explodes, cutting Puck off from whatever he was going to say. .
Everyone turns towards her surprised, as if they forgot she was there for the time being.
“I can’t believe you’re all talking like this. These are our friends. We are all friends. We’re supposed to be a family and instead we’re accusing one another of murder! This is disgusting. Two of our friends have been murdered and Kurt was attacked, but all you can do is argue and blame one another. He needs us right now. If we keep acting like this, we’ll never survive. I’m leaving guys. You can all continuing blaming each other, but I’m going over to Mercedes’s house to check on Kurt. He needs friends right now. He needs us; stop being immature and get your heads together.”
Quinn stands up, throwing her bag over her shoulder and she stomps away leaving the foursome alone to their thoughts. They are all ashamed to even look at each other. They know she is right. They are being ridiculous, when Kurt needs them.
“This is so fucked!”
Sam, Santana, and Brittany silently nod their head in agreement to Puck’s statement.
“Come on Britt.” Santana jumps up with Brittany close behind her. They march out of the room as if they own the place.
Sam and Puck look at one another, an uncomfortable aura surrounding them. They look up at one another, locking eyes for a split moment before Sam turns away. Puck stomps out of the room, his heaving boots pounding away along the hard linoleum floor, without a single word to the blonde athlete. Sam stands by the door, staring at Puck with such disdain…his gaze could be considered murderous even. In those few moments as no one looks on, a rage lies within Sam’s eyes, a rage that no one has ever seen or known about before.
He stalks out of the room, sending one last glance at the now-empty choir room.

Artie wheels up to his locker, bending down to put in the combination that is carved into the back of his brain. He doesn’t know how, but he has somehow ended up with the same locker for the past three years. Most people change, but he is okay with this. Ever since the accident that took away his ability to walk, he hasn’t been one who has liked change. This one area of consistency is nice for him.
Artie’s mind wanders to the fact that Kurt was attacked and two of his friends are dead. He knows that everyone can’t stop talking about it, but he can’t stop thinking about it either. His mother woke him up this morning because he had a nightmare.
Geez! I feel like I’m five years old again.
Artie tries to shake off the feelings of the nightmare that has plagued his head all day. The last time he had one was right after his accident. As Artie falls deeper into his thoughts he doesn’t hear the sound of footsteps as heavy boots stomp across the linoleum floor of the empty high school hallway.
Artie slams his locker shut, but before he can roll himself away, he feels his wheelchair moving on its own.
“Okay, who’s pushing my chair?”
Artie is met only by the sound of deep breathing, and nothing more.
“Very funny Puck! I know it’s you!”
Artie turns around only to have his eyes focus on a long black costume. He slowly turns his eyes up to see a white ghost mask looking down at him.
“Who are you?” the scared young man screams, “Help! Someone help me! Please!”
His screams echo throughout the hallway, but the school lies empty, so his screams go unanswered. Ghostface continues pushing the chair as Artie screams out for help. Underneath the mask, the stranger has a smile plastered across their face. Their victim’s screams are music to their ears.
The masked butcher pushes open a pair of double doors that squeak open. Artie’s eyes grow wide as he comes face-to-face with the school’s swimming pool. The killer stops Artie right on the edge, and Artie watches as his predator walks away from him. Artie doesn’t know where the killer has gone, but he silently prays that he has left him here alone.
The cover of the pool begins to move, and Artie hears the sound of footsteps retreading back into the poolroom. Artie backs his chair up and tries to wheel himself as fast as he can, but no matter how fast he could go, the killer could still catch up to him. He grabs Artie’s wheelchair, stopping it in place and begins to roll his victim back towards the pool, which now lies open. The flat, unmoving water mocks Artie as he stares at it with wide frightened eyes. Artie flings himself onto the cold floor. He grimaces as his wrist twists, colliding with the ground.
He scratches his fingernails into the cracks, pulling himself away from the masked stranger that watches him in delight, getting a sick satisfaction at Artie’s struggle. The killer slowly walks towards Artie, and drags him away. Artie cries out as he feels his body being slide across the cold hard floor. The killer turns him onto his back and stares down into Artie’s eyes.
“Please…”
Before Artie can finish the plea, the killer kicks Artie in the back, sending him into the water. Artie sinks under the water, struggling as he tries to stay afloat using only his hands. Every time he comes above he sucks in air, only to have his mouth fill with the gross chlorine water. The killer grabs a long stick and uses it to push Artie beneath the water. Artie manages to get away from it.
He watches as the masked attacker walks away. Artie tries to swim towards the side of the pool…but the sound of something moving catches his attention. The cover begins to move towards him, so he panics, quickly flailing his arms. The cover forces him underneath, with nothing to breath. He closes his eyes and keeps hitting the fabric, hoping for it to rip, praying that he’ll get lucky.
Maybe someone will find him…
From above the killer stands there watching as two hands continually try to push through the strong pool cover…until they stop…and everything becomes still once again. The killer slowly walks away, leaving the room empty except for a lone wheelchair that no one will see until tomorrow.