Chapter 3

Friday.

Miss Holiday was really too much, Rachel thought. She had to do something. So she grabbed a mask (she couldn't afford to get sick, especially not this close to Sectionals!), and drove over to Mr. Shuester's house.

Rachel knocked about five times, but there was no response.

"I know you're here, Mr. Shue!" She yelled. "Your car is in the driveway."

There was no response, and Rachel tried the door. Surprisingly, it was unlocked, and it creaked open.

"Hello?" Rachel called again, and stepped inside. "Mr. Shue?"

She closed the door behind her, and glanced around. He's probably upstairs, Rachel thought, and headed into the living room, going for the stairs.

Then she saw her. Laying there on the ground, looking so broken…

Rachel froze for a second before running over.

"Oh God," Rachel gasped, and brushed the hair off of Terri's face. Her eyes were half-lidded, her mouth slightly open - and her neck was bent strangely.

Rachel threw herself backwards with a cry of horror.

She shuddered, and closed her eyes for a minute - until she was able to get up the energy to take out her cell phone.

Rachel numbly pressed three buttons and held the phone to her ear.

"What is your emergency?"

Rachel tried to speak.

"Sir? Ma'am? Do you have an emergency?"

Rachel swallowed hard, shook her head, and drew up her courage.

"I'm at 437 Elm Lane. I came to check on my teacher - he's sick with the flu - and I found his ex-wife, Terri Shuester, dead in the living room. She's… Her neck is broken."

"Miss, we'll be sending someone over immediately. I recommend you leave the house immediately, until we know how Mrs. Shuester died."

Rachel looked up the stairs. She could faintly hear some music. The faint tune made Rachel's brain itch - like she should know what it was, but couldn't quite tell...

"But he's sick - what if something happened to him?" Rachel thought aloud. "He could be dying."

"Miss!" The man on the phone said strongly. "Leave the premises immediately. Police and a medical team are on the way."

Rachel pressed end, and stood slowly. She stepped over the body, and walked up the stairs, following the music.

It was coming from a room… Rachel went to it, and walked inside.

Somehow her eyes were drawn to the screen first. It was the DVD menu for Singing in the Rain. The title track was playing continuously…

It seemed like she saw him in slow motion - her eyes drew over slowly, and blinked, as her mind processed the image.

His eyes were open and unblinking.

Rachel stared at him for what felt like hours.

Then she took out her phone and called her dad Gary. When he didn't pick up, she tried calling her daddy Carl.

Why aren't the police here yet? Rachel thought frantically. Without her parents, who did she have to call?

Her chest was thumping painfully.

Did she have a real friend to call? Or was she truly friendless?

"Oh fuck," Kurt moaned, staring down at Blaine in disbelief. "How can you - Blaine, uhhhhh."

Blaine just slurped down his cock, moaning around it.

"So hot you have no idea," Kurt babbled, clutching at the sofa cushions. "Blaine, so sexy, need more, don't stop, oh your tongue its so good, how Blaine? So gorgeous, so slutty on your knees, fucking suck me. Yeah, like that, ahh," Kurt whimpered.

Don't tell me not to live, just sit and putter!

"Shit," Kurt gasped, grabbing for the offending phone, intent on turning it off.

Blaine pulled back, releasing Kurt.

"Go ahead and get it, I can wait."

"I don't know if I can," Kurt groaned, but answered the phone anyways. "Hey Rachel. What's up?"

"Kurt, I need you," Rachel whispered.

"Something wrong?" Kurt asked, blinking, trying not to look down at Blaine, who was just sitting there, licking his lips.

"Yes, I'm - waiting for the police."

"Why?" Kurt wondered.

"It's… I… Mr. Shue is dead, Kurt."

Blaine lunged forward as Rachel finished the sentence, taking Kurt right down his throat.

Kurt gulped loudly.

Blaine deep throated him with ease.

Mr. Shue was dead.

Blaine sucked down hard and hummed, his mouth vibrating around Kurt.

Kurt whined, fumbled for the end call button, and screamed as he came down Blaine's throat.

Blaine just continued to suck him, drinking him down.

"Mr. Shue's dead," Kurt said dazedly.

Blaine raised an eyebrow and slowly released Kurt from his oh-so-talented mouth.

"Is that a joke?"

"That's what Rachel just said," Kurt blinked, wondering if the fact hadn't hit him yet. After all, he wasn't really feeling anything.

"Call her back, make sure she's not confused," Blaine said, as he tucked Kurt back into his pants and zipped them up.

Kurt did so.

"Rachel?"

"Kurt?" Rachel sobbed.

"Sorry, I had to - process." If by process he meant come spectacularly down his boyfriend's willing throat right after hearing his teacher was dead.

"Okay. Can you - please - my dads won't pick up, and the police aren't here yet - "

"What do you need?" Kurt asked gently.

"Please… I'm at Mr. Shue's house. I need someone, please," Rachel sobbed.

Kurt's expression softened.

"We're coming."

When Kurt arrived, the police were already there. He burst in, pushing past an officer who tried to stop him. Rachel was sitting on a couch, sobbing. Kurt went straight to her side and fell onto the couch at her side, easily wrapping his arms around the crying girl.

"We're here," he said softly. Blaine squeezed in on Rachel's other side and began comforting the brunette as well.

"It's just - awful." Rachel sobbed.

Kurt glanced over at the body by the stairs, then at the officer who was in the middle of questioning Rachel.

"You couldn't let a traumatized teenage girl leave the room with the dead body?" Blaine demanded. He helped Kurt get Rachel into the dining room, where she wouldn't see the body every time she looked up.

"Who is that?" Kurt whispered.

Blaine shrugged unsurely.

"Terri Shuester," Rachel whispered, shivering. Kurt pulled her in closer. "She's dead. Mr. Shue is… upstairs."

"They're both dead?" Kurt whispered to the officer.

"Mrs. Shuester has a broken neck," the officer informed them. "Will Shuester's cause of death is yet to be determined - toxicology's not back yet, but the preliminary suggests its poison."

"What does that mean?" Kurt frowned.

"You're not saying…" Blaine trailed off.

"It looks like it, yes." The officer said.

Kurt looked at Blaine, who looked uncomfortable.

"What?" Kurt demanded.

"It seems to be a murder and suicide," the officer said.

Rachel sobbed harder into Kurt's shirt.

"Mr. Shue… He's not a murderer," Kurt said, astonished. "He can't be. No, we knew him for so long - there's no way…"

Blaine watched his boyfriend, and turned to the officer.

"Mrs. Shuester was lying at the base of the stairs, correct?"

"Yes," the officer said slowly.

"Mr. Shuester was our teacher," Blaine said firmly. "He was infected with the flu a couple days ago. He was hallucinating in class and had to go home. He was very sick, and seeing things. If he was responsible for Mrs. Shuester's death, then consider how likely it could be accidental manslaughter."

"We will take that into consideration," the officer replied. "You're free to go for now, Miss Berry. Expect a call from us tomorrow."

"Thank you, officer," Kurt said flatly, and he helped Rachel up.

Blaine started up the car while Kurt snuggled up with Rachel in the backseat.

"Shh, do you want to go home?" Kurt offered.

"My dads are out of town, and I don't want to be alone," Rachel whispered.

Kurt looked up at Blaine, pleadingly.

"You're welcome to come with us," Blaine said smoothly.

"We'll take care of you," Kurt promised.

Rachel buried her face in Kurt's shirt, unable to stop the tears, and wondered what she had done to get so lucky to have Kurt as her friend.

The three of them were curled up on Blaine's couch, drinking hot chocolate and watching Disney movies. They had started with Pocahontas, Rachel's favorite, then moved on to Beauty and the Beast, which was Blaine's favorite.

They watched in silence for a while, until suddenly, Blaine began to sing along with the movie.

"Be our guest! Be our guest! Put our service to the test - Tie your napkin 'round your neck, cherie - and we'll provide the rest! Soup du jour, hot hors d'oeuvres, why we only live to serve! Try the grey stuff - "

"It's delicious!" Kurt squeaked along with the little teacup.

"Don't believe me - ask the dishes!" Blaine sang loudly.

Rachel couldn't help but giggle.

And just like that, the mood was turned around. Rachel was feeling less traumatized, and Kurt couldn't stop smiling at Blaine.

Though it felt rather strange, Blaine allowed Rachel to sleep in his bed. Once she had fallen asleep, Kurt carefully unwrapped his arms from around her and snuggled up to Blaine.

"You know, when I was depressed at the beginning of the semester, and sure I would never meet anyone willing to… well, just to walk down the halls with me," Kurt said slowly. "Rachel was the only one who actually helped me. She can be awful in club, but its really because she's insecure - and thinks that giving up the lead means giving up her path out of this town."

"What did she do to help you?" Blaine wondered.

"It… It was a duets competition. I asked Sam to be my partner, and he said yes - but then Finn… well, he convinced me to drop Sam as a partner."

Blaine frowned, but let Kurt go on.

"I did a number on my own - "

"What song?"

"Le Jazz Hot," Kurt said proudly. "It was fabulous. But later, after the competition, Rachel knew how lonely I'd been - and she wanted to sing a duet with me. Just for fun. We sang Get Happy - Happy Days are Here Again… It was lovely. She… she held my hand the whole time. Rachel is the only person - well, before you - who understood what I'm going through, and what I dream about. She could be my best friend… but she forgets it half of the time. I don't, though."

Blaine looked at Rachel and pondered her personality. He had misjudged her, apparently. Rachel would be important to keep around - as long as they could work on toning down her diva qualities. Blaine admitted that she had a lovely voice - perhaps she could share some duets with Kurt. They would sound amazing together, Blaine reckoned.

"I'm glad she was there for you. It's only right we're here for her now."

"She was torn up about it. Some people can't handle dead bodies…" Kurt glanced over at Blaine. "Like we can."

Blaine nodded slightly. Then suddenly, Kurt was flying out of bed, and running out of the room - outside, before stumbling on the grass and collapsing on his knees.

"Kurt, what's wrong?" Blaine was terrified as he threw himself down beside him.

"I have no right to compare our reactions," Kurt said, shaking his head violently. "You're calm, and sensible in every situation, but I'm… God, Blaine! I'm sick."

Blaine paused, unsure of what exactly his boyfriend was referring to.

"You're not sick, Kurt - "

"Yes I am, you don't know," Kurt insisted.

"Kurt!" Blaine said authoritatively, grabbing Kurt's shoulders. "I love you. Nothing you ever do would stop me from loving you. Nothing you do will disgust me."

"But I'm - I'm a freak!" Kurt cried. "When Rachel told me over the phone that Mr. Shue was dead… I was picturing it - and that's what made me… come," he whispered the last word shamefully.

Blaine's heart was pounding. Kurt was simply too amazing to be true.

"You're not a freak," he swore, taking Kurt's shoulders in his hands. "Everyone has a kink of some kind. It's okay to have a fascination with necrophilia."

Kurt whimpered.

"Stop it," Blaine ordered him. "Death is fascinating. It's mysterious. It's beautiful, even. It's natural to be interested in it."

"Maybe, but not turned on by it," Kurt hissed.

"Listen to me!" Blaine snapped. "Will Shuester held you back for more than a year. He never gave you solos, you've told me this. He wronged you - and you took some pleasure in him being gone. I understand. When my dad died, I was glad. When Karofsky died, I was glad."

Kurt's mind was whirling.

"You - you too?" He almost couldn’t believe it.

"Yes, Kurt," Blaine said fervently. "We're so similar, don't you see?"

He seized Kurt's face and yanked him into a hard kiss, desperate to show him.

This is meant to be, Blaine thought amazedly.

"Yes," Kurt whispered between kisses.

"I was made for you, and you were made for me," Blaine said, staring into Kurt's eyes.

"Yes," Kurt agreed, feeling light headed and slightly confused, but Blaine was here and he loved him and Blaine was so right, always. "Yours," Kurt offered, trying to find some familiar ground.

"Forever," Blaine growled, and pushed Kurt down onto the grass, plastering himself on top of him, and taking what was his.

He couldn't hurt his angel, as much as he wanted to possess him by taking him roughly right now.

"Suck your fingers," Blaine ordered Kurt, and the boy obeyed. It was distracting watching Kurt, but Blaine kept himself busy by throwing off their clothes.

He couldn't take Kurt's sucking for long - so Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and forced it behind him.

"Oh Blaine," Kurt gasped, staring at his own hand as Blaine guided his fingers inside of him. "Don't we - god you're so tight - need lube?"

"It's good," Blaine gulped. "Need to show you. Need to feel it."

"Feel what?"

"This is real," Blaine moaned in response, rolling his hips to get Kurt further inside of him. He sucked his own fingers and slowly pushed in two of his own next to Kurt's two.

"Uhhh," Blaine shuddered. It was rough, and raw, and good - but Kurt's cock in him was going to be better. When he pushed away Kurt's hand and moved to impale himself on Kurt in one steady move - screaming quite loudly as he did so - he knew it was already better.

"Fuck - Blaine," Kurt choked, grabbing at Blaine's legs. "You - shit - okay?"

Blaine just shivered, nodding slowly.

Oh sure, he'd fucked himself before, with toys, and had a few boyfriends who liked to top in the past, but this… This was just right…  Just the right amount of fullness…

"You fit just right." Blaine said gutturally.

"Yeah?" Kurt gasped. His hips twitched. "Sorry!"

"No, do it again," Blaine ordered.

Whining, Kurt did so, rolling up to rock deeply into Blaine's body. Blaine felt like a furnace around him, and Kurt realized that this was his new favorite thing to do.

"I love you, I love you," Kurt chanted.

"And you Kurt, mine," Blaine swore.

Kurt came first, yelling his pleasure as he filled Blaine with his come.

"Oh," Blaine groaned, shivering over him, enjoying the way Kurt's seed was filling him. "So hot, Kurt."

Still panting, Kurt reached up to grab Blaine's cock. He fisted it roughly as Blaine rocked on Kurt's slowly softening cock, all culminating to bring Blaine to a shuddering, keening climax.

Rachel watched through the window, astounded and quite aroused. As they finished, and began to kiss slowly, Rachel backed away and ran back to the bed.

She half wished she had somebody to have sex with right now. It might make her feel better after what she had seen today… But Rachel couldn't imagine going to Finn and asking him for sex.

He was cute after all, and kissing him was certainly pleasant - but it didn't turn her on like just watching Kurt and Blaine did for her. Or like watching Santana and Brittany make out in the locker rooms…

Rachel buried herself under the covers and wished, not for the first time, that she had the courage that Kurt and Blaine had. They had the courage to be themselves at school - they didn't limit themselves, as Rachel did to herself every day.

But they were doing so well, Rachel thought wistfully. She hadn't seen anyone truly bother Kurt and Blaine in the last week… Azimio and Karofsky were both gone now, and even the slushies aimed at her had died down.

Maybe she didn't need to date the quarterback to secure her image as a straight diva.

Maybe Rachel could even openly date a girl.

And maybe, just maybe, she could still be safe.

Monday.

Glee club was quiet. Kurt had called everyone over the weekend and given them the news about Mr. Shue, but it was still too soon. They were so used to Will being there - and now he wasn't.

Tina was the only one crying, curled up in Mike’s lap, but everyone else looked rather pale.

Kurt sat between Blaine and Rachel, holding hands with both of them. Finn was torn between angsting about Mr. Shue and wondering why Rachel wasn't holding his hand.

Holly Holiday twisted her hair nervously. Principal Sylvester had told her the news about Will's death just that morning, and offered her the job of choir director. It would mean advising and coordinating the Glee Club every day during 8th hour, in addition to running two study halls during the day.

"This isn't how I wanted to become your teacher," Holly said quietly. "I'm so sorry."

"Nobody blames you, Holly," Blaine said kindly. "But I think we all just want to cut club today. Kurt, Rachel, you want to go home with me? We can watch sad movies and cry our hearts out."

"That sounds great," Kurt said quietly.

Blaine glanced around - and saw Mercedes looking at them, quite lost.

"Everyone's welcome to come," Blaine said quietly. "Come on, Mercedes."

Twenty minutes later, all thirteen members of McKinley's Glee club were sprawled across Blaine's living room.

"I really didn't know Mr. Shue for that long," Blaine said quietly. "But he seemed like a good guy." In some ways, perhaps, Blaine thought to himself. But not where it mattered - when it came to Kurt.

"I'm going to make hot chocolate. Maybe you guys can share your favorite memories of him," Blaine suggested kindly.

When he came back, Mercedes was talking about the time Mr. Shue had bought her tater tots when she'd forgotten her wallet at home.

"We sat in his office and talked about The Mysterious Case of Benjamin Button," Mercedes said, wiping away a tear. "Mr. Shue annoyed me sometimes… But it was little times like then that made up for it."

Blaine served up hot chocolate to everyone, before snuggling in between Kurt and Tina on the central couch.

Once the sharing of stories had wound down, and everyone was drinking their chocolate in silence, Rachel spoke up.

"Mr. Shue - " Rachel's voice was soft. "Would want us to sing about our grief."

So Mercedes began singing Swing Low, Sweet Chariot - which while terribly cliched, had the rest of the club singing and bawling along in no time.

As Blaine sang with them, he smirked in his mind - how ironic that they were all here, sharing their grief and bonding with their teacher's killer.

When the club (except Kurt) left that night, they all thanked Blaine. He just nodded, said it was nothing, and he'll see them tomorrow, and above all - to have courage.

Blaine walked back inside and curled up with Kurt.

They looked at each other for a minute - and then Kurt giggled.

"You know what? I bet Miss Holiday will actually let me have solos," Kurt grinned.

Blaine laughed deeply.

"Definitely. She's fun, but quite flaky… I get the feeling we'll get to make the actual decisions."

Kurt shifted a little, and kissed Blaine's knuckles.

"He never really gave me a chance to… do anything, really."

"He was an idiot."

Kurt smiled contentedly, and leaned in to kiss his boyfriend.

Tuesday.

"I'm going to be honest with you," Burt stared at Blaine. "You monopolize my son's time, and it makes me uncomfortable. I've barely seen him since you two started dating."

"I'm sorry for that, sir," Blaine said quietly. "But I'll be honest too. I'm never happier than when I'm with Kurt. I… Well, I love him."

Burt started slightly, and stared at Blaine. The boy certainly seemed sincere. And he made Kurt happy. Blaine was pretty freaking charming, and Burt knew it. But there was something about him that just made him nervous. Still - he had to respect what Kurt wanted.

"Good," Burt said sternly. "Now here's the deal. I want him for family dinners on Friday evenings. The rest is up to Kurt to decide, but I want your promise that you’ll get to bed by midnight on school nights. I'm telling Kurt I expect him to call me every night he doesn't come home. And if you hurt him…"

"Burt," Blaine said seriously. "If I ever hurt him - I would be the first to punish myself."

Burt nodded.

"Good.  Now, let's watch the damn match."

Blaine grinned in relief. Football was something he could talk about with Burt without worrying about getting on the man's bad side.

Wednesday.

"Guys, we can't put off club forever," Kurt announced. "Sectionals are in ten days, and we need to bring it. Mr. Shue would have wanted us to go on - and win for him. Holly and I have been talking, and we think that everyone should pick a partner or two, and create a number to audition with. We'll have performances on Monday, and we'll all vote on our first, second, and third choices. The top three performances will be our numbers for Sectionals," Kurt finished.

"That sounds good," Mercedes nodded.

"Yeah, actually fair," Artie agreed.

"Let's do it," Rachel said boldly. "Santana, will you be my partner? I have several ideas, and I think our voices would work splendidly together…"

Santana looked quite surprised, but nodded.

Kurt hurried over to Brittany, even as he motioned to Mike to join them as well.

Blaine reached over and gently touched Mercedes' arm.

"Mercedes, be mine?" He fluttered his eyelashes.

"For singing only," Mercedes said with an eye roll. "I'm not gonna be the other woman. Oh hell, I'd just be the woman."

"I thought Kurt had that covered," Puck laughed.

Blaine turned to glare at Puck.

"I thought you knew to keep your mouth shut, Puckerman."

"Not as good at keeping it open as your girl is at keeping hers open," Puck sneered.

Kurt flushed an angry red.

Blaine stood suddenly, and before anyone knew it, Puck was pinned to the floor, his arms twisted behind his back.

"Don't speak to my boyfriend like that," Blaine hissed at Puck. "You're walking a fine line, Puckerman. I won't put up with your bullshit."

Blaine got up and strode out the door.

"Jesus," Puck wheezed. "Overreaction much?"

But nobody seemed to agree with him.

Kurt ran out after Blaine. He caught up with his boyfriend right outside the building.

"Blaine," he panted.

His boyfriend turned reluctantly.

"Sorry you had to see me like - "

Kurt pulled him into a searing kiss.

"That was so fucking hot," Kurt moaned, once they had surfaced for air.

"Yeah?" Blaine growled. He pinned Kurt to the wall, felt his rock hard erection and knew he couldn't wait another second to get his hands on it. Blaine made easy work of Kurt's belt and zipper before plunging his hand into his pants.

"Ohhh," Kurt whined.

"What was so hot about it?" Blaine urged him.

"You - over him. Strong - in control - you could've hurt him," Kurt whined. "Oh, Blaine, could've made him bruise, made him bleed."

"Yeah, I'd make him bleed for you," Blaine purred, stroking Kurt hard and fast. "Anything for you."

"Oh fuck," Kurt gasped. His mind was going crazy places that it had never gone before.

He swallowed, and whispered, barely loud enough for Blaine to hear.

"Kill him for me?"

"Yes," Blaine said huskily, and maybe it was that word, or the way Blaine twisted his hand just so - either way, Kurt exploded, still in his pants, all over Blaine's amazing hand.

As Kurt breathed hard and tried to recover - he didn't think he'd ever come that quickly before - and could only think of one thing.

"Did you mean it?"

"Yes." Blaine's voice has never sounded more beautiful.

Kurt shivered in excitement.

"So did I."