“Are you out of your mind?” Blaine wailed. Kurt was driving away from the motel, having taken the keys from Blaine when it became clear his boyfriend was in no state to drive. He wiped the smeared eyeliner from the corner of his eye with a brightly-colored scarf before replying.

“We talked about this, Blaine,” Kurt said in a bored yet patient tone. “We agreed that it was important to try new things. We each shared a fantasy. You got yours, and I got mine. It's not cheating, you were right there with me.”

“This is so not about cheating,” Blaine said, balling his hands into fists. “This is about the dead body that we just hid under a motel room bed.”

“That wasn't exactly the plan, Blaine.” Kurt said sharply. He fluffed his hair in the rearview mirror, wishing they hadn't been in such a hurry to leave the motel room. He wanted a chance to primp properly. “Next time we can figure out something more elaborate.”

“N...next time?” Blaine stuttered, holding his head in his hands. “Please say that there won't BE a next time, Kurt!”

“What makes you think you can judge me?” Kurt sneered. “The threesome was your idea. You're the one who held his arms down and swallowed his come.” Kurt leered at Blaine and lifted an eyebrow. “You know, he wasn't wearing a condom. He's a part of you now. I don't know about you, but I find that incredibly hot.”

Blaine shuddered, wracked with guilt. He said nothing as they sped back to Lima.

* * * * *

Blaine held the door to the church for Kurt, and reluctantly followed him in. This felt so wrong, but Kurt had insisted. He had mentioned something about appreciating every opportunity for drama that life hands you.

Nine days of the most stressful days in Blaine's short life had passed since their trip to the nightclub. Blaine had watched the news obsessively until it was reported that a decomposing body had been discovered in a motel in Dayton. Blaine relaxed only a little as days went by with no mention of a suspect in the case.

When the body was identified and the funeral details were announced, Kurt had insisted they make the drive to Toledo to pay their respects. But that didn't explain the light shining in Kurt's eyes as they pulled into the parking lot, or the lightness in his step as they approached the church. Blaine was glad that everyone else already seemed to be inside, or Kurt would have stood out like a sore thumb.

The boys took a seat in the back row, trying their best not to make noise or attract attention. A parade of sobbing mourners took the podium to talk about Gavroche, and several sang songs. It was touching, and it all made Blaine want to throw up. He hoped that his emotions weren't written all over his face.

Kurt, meanwhile, seemed to be masking his guilt marvelously. His eyes were misty and he kept touching his hand to his heart and smiling sweetly at Blaine when one of the eulogies hit a particularly emotional note. He could be any other mourner, someone who knew the deceased but not well enough to be devastated by the loss.

Suddenly, Kurt got up. “I'll be right back, little boys' room,” he whispered.

* * * * *

Kurt held his breath as he caught up to the dark, bobbing head of hair headed out the back door. He reached out and tapped the girl on the shoulder.

“Hi, Harmony, right?” The girl spun around and blinked her wide eyes at Kurt.

“Do I know you?” She chirped, tilting her head the way a dog might.

“Kurt Hummel,” Kurt said through fiercely smiling, gritted teeth. “Remember that name, you'll be hearing it again.” He forced a laugh. “We met at the NYADA mixer, remember? That's how I know Gavroche. Knew, that is,” he added, glancing aside sadly.

“Oh, you were there with the short girl with the big nose!” Harmony said, “Now I remember, you two looked so terrified after you saw our performance.” She giggled and rolled her eyes.

“It was quite a number,” Kurt replied, inwardly wincing at the memory of crying in the car with Rachel afterward, his self-confidence shattered.

“It's such a shame about Gavroche, you know he just got his acceptance letter?” Harmony prattled on. “It's positively tragic. I'm hoping to channel some of the drama of it all when I get into NYADA in two years. Did you and the girl with the nose apply too?”

A chill ran through Kurt. Harmony's irritating chatter had stirred something inside of him, and there was only one way to deal with the feelings now that they had come back to the forefront.

“I'm sorry, sweetie, I wasn't listening. I was staring at the giant clump of mascara that's threatening to take over your face.” Harmony's face fell and a hand flew up to her lashes.

“Come with me, hon, we'll get you all fixed up.” Kurt took Harmony's arm and led her into the ladies' room, beaming angelically.

* * * * *

“Kurt? Are you in here?” Blaine called into the men's room. Finding it empty, he sighed and turned to check the ladies' room. Old habits die hard, and Kurt could still be found in there from time to time.

“Kurt?” Blaine called out, opening the door with one hand and covering his eyes with the other.

“Just a minute, baby, I'm just taking care of something real quick,” Kurt called out, punctuated by a splash.

Bewildered, Blaine pulled his hand away from his eyes, then stumbled backwards into the sink in shock at the scene before him, sliding to the ground.

Kurt leaned over the toilet in the handicapped stall, his hands holding a petite girl face-first in the bowl. Her body was limp and wet. Her dark hair was soaked and tangled around the rim of the toilet bowl.

Kurt peered at the girl, then lifted her head to examine her face. Water ran down her arms to form puddles on the floor. He prodded a dull eye with his finger, then cupped her nose and mouth and concentrated for a long minute. He smiled and set her down on the floor.

“Give me a hand, please, Blaine,” he said, opening the small ventilation window near the ceiling. He propped the pane and turned to the corpse on the floor, crossing her arms tightly across her chest and heaving her up. “Blaine!”

Blaine stood on shaking legs and stumbled over to Kurt, taking hold of the dead girl's hips and holding her steady as Kurt lifted her by the shoulders and shoved her head out of the window. They passed her overhead until she was almost all the way out of the window, until she tilted and fell. Her showy high heels caught on the ledge and stuck there, a sickening crack sounding as she fell and dangled by her feet.

Kurt smacked and wiggled her feet, his face contorting in frustration. Finally, he undid the buckles and yanked the shoes off, freeing Harmony to fall into the bushes below the window. Kurt tossed the shoes out of the window after her.

“Bring the car around, Blaine, while I get this cleaned up,” Kurt said. Blaine said nothing, trudging out of the bathroom as instructed. Kurt mopped up the water on the floor with paper towels, then wiped down every surface he might have touched, along with the smear of hair gel Blaine had left on the sink.

Kurt took a moment to check his hair, then flounced out of the bathroom.

* * * * *

Kurt fingered the gold star in his pocket as he sat in the back pew, trying to contain his excitement. He had snatched the token from Harmony's neck right before slamming the lid on the trunk of Blaine's car.

Now that he had time to reflect, he recalled that the girl had sung lead for a competing school at Sectionals that year. Her arrogant words came flooding back to him.

"Just think I'm only a sophomore, and I'm already this good. Next year's going to be a bloodbath!"

She didn't know the half of it. Kurt smirked at the memory.

As the service ended, the boys stood to leave, Kurt taking Blaine's hand firmly and stroking it. The boy was positively trembling.

“Kurt! Blaine!” a voice rang out across the entryway, and a diminutive figure threw itself at Kurt. “I didn't know you were coming! I guess you knew Gavroche too, even though you weren't going to be his classmate like I was.”

Kurt had an odd feeling that Rachel should already be dead, but he shook it off and beamed at his friend. “Rachel, I didn't know you were back from New York already. It's a shame we didn't know you were coming. You could have gotten a ride with us.”

“It's just as well that you didn't,” Blaine interrupted, “Kurt and I have plans. Remember, Kurt? Shouldn't we get to those plans? Like now?” He tugged Kurt towards the car.

“You know, we really should wait until dark to take care of that thing we need to take care of,” Kurt growled into Blaine's ear, nipping his earlobe and grabbing his crotch. “I know just the way to kill some time.”