Blaine wasn't too fond of leaving the house. As sad as it sounded, he just liked to sit in his room on his own. That was one of his fantasies – just to live in his own little world all by himself, free from the thoughts the plagued him daily: he longed for boredom. There was some kind of freedom in loneliness. He would be free from all the stupidity that roamed this goddamn planet. If Blaine could be the ultimate decider – the one who chooses whether people live or die - there would only be about 100 people left on Earth, he was sure of that.

Kurt and Blaine had decided at work the Friday following their mutual agreement for destruction, that the day of their up and coming attack would be called Doomsday.

Dooms·day

Noun: The last day of the world's existence.

The date was still undecided and they wanted to keep it that way for as long as possible – the only thing they were certain about was that it would be close to the end of the last semester. This was because as soon as everyone was getting ready for the freedom that came with the end of school, they would really be getting ready for the ending of their lives and freedom from the hell that is planet Earth, they just didn't know it. That was Kurt's ideology. In a way they were saving them from the horrors of the world. They were helping to take them somewhere clean and kind. Anywhere is better than this place, right?

They also made the collective assessment not to write anything down. All their films would be added to the safety deposit box Blaine had purchased at the bank a few days after their first mission, and left in a will to any media source that wanted them. The world needed to know that they were the ones who had to change. Kurt added that he wished Blaine had told him about his plans earlier, to which Blaine responded "I didn't want to scare you away."

Anyway, Blaine decided to venture out of his house this weekend to go shopping. Apart from buying some more pipe bomb components and a new keyboard for his computer, (he'd stupidly spilt Coca-Cola over the last one – not a mistake he would be making again,) Blaine bought a trench coat. This had two purposes. 1) He and Kurt could wear these on Doomsday. Blaine was small anyway, but these coats came down past their knees and would easily be able to conceal their illegally modified weapons. 2) It was getting cold and he actually needed a new coat.

Even though it was fairly mild outside, Blaine decided to begin wearing his coat to school. Better to start wearing it now and to keep wearing it, so not to raise suspicion when Doomsday came around. He didn't want to ruin the surprise before it was time by 'randomly' wearing an unusual coat. When he walked into glee club on Tuesday, this is what greeted him:

"Dude, what the hell are you wearing?" Finn asked. Blaine had gotten to know Finn moderately well from the many times he'd been over to Kurt's house in the last few weeks. They'd played video games together, worked on glee projects and he even helped that idiot with his homework.

"Er, it's a trench coat." Stated Blaine, as if he was pointing out the obvious.

"But why? It's like 90 degrees outside."

"Finn, it's November…" Kurt piped up from the back row, passing his stepbrother a dubious glance.

"I like it. It looks… different." Blaine said. And that was the truth. He didn't wear it because it was cool; he wore it because it wasn't.

"It looks retarded." Finn shrugged and turned to talk to Brittany – the only girl who out did the boy when it came to idiocy.

Despite his stupidity, Blaine had always thought Finn was a cool guy; he thought that they were friends. However, friends did not insult each other in full seriousness. He brushed it off for now, but Blaine was not one to forget when someone insulted him.

When glee began, Mr. Schue announced that the school production of West Side Story was going to be showing this weekend and Finn's short, bossy girlfriend, Rachel Berry, got up to make a short motivational speech. Kurt explained how he auditioned for the part of Tony but didn't get it because he was different, thus settling for another part that was less than second best. He complained how his acting opportunities were limited because of who he was – how he would be forever stereotyped into the role of 'gay best friend'. Blaine explained how they would always be stereotyped whatever they did because that was just the world they lived in. They both agreed the world sucked.

Although Blaine hated musical theatre, he promised he'd come and watch Kurt. It was kind of ironic how Kurt was playing the role of Officer Krupke, a character who stops crime, when he himself would be causing one in the near future.

"Thank you, Rachel. Now, since so many of you are involved with this performance, and you're all working so hard, I've decided that you can have a whole week free of your glee commitments!" Mr. Schuester held his arms out, as though he was expecting a hug, while laughing slightly awkwardly. Blaine didn't see what was funny about it, and nor did anyone else, apparently.

Everyone looked around as though they didn't quite know what to do with themselves; as though glee was their life and they couldn't survive without it even for a week. How sad. Blaine dreaded to think what they did in summer. Luckily he would put them out of their misery once and for all.

After much debate, everyone decided that they were going to go back to Rachel's house, and hang out in her 'awesome' basement. They were all making their way out of the door when the Asian girl, Tina, turned around to face a lingering Kurt and Blaine.

"Kurt, are you coming?" She asked and Blaine noted that he wasn't personally invited.

"Um…" Kurt glanced at Blaine, sending an internal scream of help me.

"We'll catch up with you!" Blaine said, flashing the girl a smile, as her boyfriend pulled her out the door. He made sure they were out of earshot before facing Kurt again. "You don't want to go, do you?"

Kurt looked uneasy.

"You don't want to go because they annoy you?"

"Kind of…" Kurt mumbled.

"Or is it because you're so sad you don't really want to go anywhere? You feel like it's an effort to get out of bed in the morning, to face another day in hell with the people you despise."

Something seemed to close behind Kurt's eyes when he said this. Blaine obviously knew him better than he anticipated. He'd known the boy few weeks and he already had him figured out. It wasn't hard: great minds think alike, after all. He didn't do anything; he just stood there looking back at Blaine in bewilderment.

"Look at you; glee club is the highlight of your day and even that doesn't fill you with the joy it used too. You feel you're broken beyond repair. You can't even tell your friends that you're unhappy. Who are you kidding, Kurt? You don't trust any of them, do you?"

Kurt shook this head slowly.

Blaine lowered his voice to barely above a whisper. "They don't really like you. They tolerate you. That's why you never get solos: the attention you deserve. You think they're your friends, but they're not."

He wasn't telling Kurt anything he didn't already think for himself, but if he had any doubts about Kurt really going through with Doomsday then surely this would seal his fate. Kurt needed to be detached from the people he wasn't certain that he trusted – Blaine didn't know who those people were, and he didn't really care, but he needed this confirmation: this full commitment.

Kurt didn't cry. He sort of looked like he wanted to, but he didn't. He took a deep breath and followed Blaine outside, to find the others stood just outside the main entrance.

"There you are…" Rachel began, but Blaine cut her off.

"Sorry, guys. We've got work. See you later. Come on, Kurt." He motioned for him to follow, but didn't wait for him.

"Yeah… See you." Kurt said, before running to catch up with Blaine.

As they walked side by side through the parking lot, Blaine was half tempted to reach out and take Kurt's hand in his, but he didn't. They didn't speak until they got to the car, because Blaine was too busy listening to what his peers were saying. As they got further away, what they were saying became harder to make out, and they seemed to realize that Blaine could actually still hear them.

When they got to the car, Blaine asked Kurt a question: 'did you hear what they were saying about us?"

"No," Kurt replied. "And I don't want to know, either." And with that he opened the door to his car and got in.

It had become a habit for them to park next to each other everyday in the parking lot. Blaine had learnt that Kurt drove a renovated BMW because that was the last car him and his dad worked on before he passed away. He also learnt that Mercedes, who apparently used to have a crush on him, smashed in the windows of his car because Kurt said he was in love with Rachel Berry, of all people.

They didn't really have work today, and the rest of glee club would know that as soon as they saw them driving off in their separate cars, but fuck them. As he watched Kurt reverse his car from the parking spot, and drive out of the lot, Blaine mulled over some of the words he heard drifting from his supposed 'friends'. They'd called them different, weird and strange… and maybe they were all of those things, but those things are never used in a good sense when said behind your back.

Blaine sat at his computer, a half finished essay opened in Word, and logged onto Skype. A few of his friends from Dalton were online, but he didn't really feel like talking to any of them. The only other person was Kurt; luckily he was the only one Blaine felt like talking to right now.

-titan-: hi

black-jack: hey…

-titan-: I'm sorry

black-jack: for what?

-titan-: upsetting you

black-jack: you didn't upset me

-titan-: oh. you left in kind of a hurry, that's all

black-jack: you just… surprised me

-titan-: what?

black-jack: when you said the people at glee club aren't really my friends.

-titan-: oh… well, they're not

black-jack: I know

-titan-: they're just a bunch of fake bitches. whats real about them really?

black-jack: it's like we see more than they do

-titan-: exactly! like they can't see whats right in front of them. they just sing and dance and pretend everything is alright in the world, when really it's not. and suddenly when something rocks the group they just sing another fucking song about it. it's just like 'get a life! gawwwd!'

black-jack: blaine…

-titan-: sorry. I get a bit carried away sometimes…

black-jack: there's something I've never told you

-titan-: oh yeah?

black-jack: you know when I said the only person who had ever had a crush on me was mercedes?

-titan-: yeah

black-jack: that was a lie. there was… maybe still is someone else

-titan-: who?

black-jack: it was disgusting. it was last year after my dad died. one day I just snapped and went to yell at him for picking on me everyday of my life. and when I thought he was going to punch me he just… kissed me

-titan-: who was it kurt? who did that to you?

black-jack: karofsky

-titan-: WHAT

black-jack: blaine do not tell ANYONE! he'll kill me!

-titan-: what does it matter? we're going to kill him anyway! we're going to kill all of those snotty-ass, rich, motherfucking, high strung, godlike-attitude having, worthless pieces of shit whores!

black-jack: blaine I'm serious!

-titan-: and so am I! I gotta go…

-titan- is offline

He opened the Internet and logged onto his blog. Blaine had never hated the world as much as he did right now – all the anger stored up from the times he was beaten up and shoved in lockers. Egging Karofsky's house couldn't cure his hatred. It wasn't just the people who physically picked on him – it was the ones who didn't say anything. Or the ones he thought were his friends. It was Blaine and Kurt against the world, and it wasn't like he didn't already know that, but the idea had just been reborn.

Blaine's belief is that if he said something, it goes. He was the law and if you didn't like it, you die. If he didn't like you or didn't like what you wanted him to do, you die. If you did something incorrect, oh fucking well, you die. Dead people can't do many things, like argue, whine, bitch, complain, narc, rat out, criticize, or even fucking talk. So that's the only way to solve arguments with all the fuckheads out there.

'God,' he wrote. 'I can't wait till I can kill you people. I'll just go to some downtown area, in some big-ass city, and blow up and shoot everything that I can. I'd feel no remorse and no sense of shame. Ich sage, FICKT DU!'

Blaine took a deep breath and sat back in his chair. He ignored the incoming call from Kurt, as his phone buzzed from his nightstand, and for the first time really considered the situation. Kurt and Blaine had these long conversations how they would jump in the car and go around blowing up schools all over the state – become the next Mickey and Mallory Knox, martyrs for all the kids who had ever wanted revenge. Kurt may not realize this, but that's not going to happen at all. He was coming out of that school in a black plastic bag.

When Blaine said he was not one to forget those who had done something wrong to him, he wasn't kidding. It wasn't those that physical picked on him that he was mad at, it was those who didn't do anything: those that were too scared to make a move, and only made a few snide comments here and there. Those were the ones who really needed to die.

'I don't care if I live or die in the shootout, all I want to do is kill and injure as many of you pricks as I can, especially a few people. …Like Finn Hudson.'