A/N: Hello, everybody! Thank you to everyone who has been reading this story, and favoriting and reviewing it since day one! I know publishing this is long overdue, and has been for more than two years now, but I'm happy to announce I'm finally continuing the story! Now that I've finally graduated from college and about to start working, along with finally getting my muse back, I'll have more time on my hands to write and publish more of the story! Again, thank you so much to all of you around the world who are still reading this story. I love all of you guys and writing this makes it worth it :) Now let's picked up where we left off! Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 16 – Let the invasion begin (Part 2)

Shelby finally awoke from her short unconsciousness in Will's office to find herself bound by white cloth along with Rachel sitting in a chair next to her, her wrists tied together behind her back. She hadn't the slightest of a clue how the intruders snuck inside the house while her and Rachel were home, but the thought didn't matter at the moment. The only thing she was concerned about was letting these three psychopaths have whatever they wanted and letting her and her daughter live without any harm.

The first intruder on the left was the one who knocked Shelby out cold from inside the house. His height put him at the tallest of the three individuals, slowly pacing back and forth in front of the Schuester-Corcoran women in his black leather jacket and ski-masked face, holding a steak knife from the kitchen in his right hand. The second, on his right, was a shorter female wearing a black theater mask and a lightweight jacket and jeans, casually holding another one of the steak knives from the kitchen in her hand. She was the one Shelby recognized as the girl asking for help outside of the door with blood trickling down her forehead, and whom was also the ringleader of the group. The third person, in the middle, was sporting all black, from the mask, to the hoodie and the pants. She strolled towards Shelby and Rachel with a large, black and white plaid handbag in her left hand.

"I have money; please," Shelby begged to her captors, "just take anything—"

"We're not here to rob you." the knife-holding girl retorted, instructing the other two simultaneously, "Masks off."

The three pulled off their masks and hoods to reveal their faces, one of whom—despite not being known to Shelby or Rachel, but to Will—was Sugar Motta in the middle.

"The transcript was very clear," the other girl continued, checking her watch for the time, "the nurses saw David Karofsky; he had nothing to hide. Twelve minutes."

"And let the fun begin," Sugar giggled.

"I have a surprise for you guys," Shelby and Rachel nervously looked at each other, anxiously awaiting what these creeps could have in store for them and tried to figure out who in the hell was David Karofsky and what his relationship was to the two of them and the three intruders.

The shorter girl came forward with an object wrapped in a clean dishrag. She gently unwrapped the white towel to behold a small pottery bowl, with colored stripes around the middle and an inch-sized indent on the rim.

"Harmony," The tall male spoke with an Irish accent, looking at the object with amazement much like Sugar, "Yer kidding!"

"Yep, I got it on eBay, authenticated. It's the one he used to bash Kurt," the brunette stated smugly.

"Can I see it?"

"Yeah, here you go, Rory."

"Holy shit," The man whispered with a gleam of excitement in his eyes, as he held the antique in his palms, nodding his head up and down with certainty, "I can feel the energy in this, for sure. This is bitchin."

"Alright, who goes first," Sugar asked, causing Shelby and Rachel's heads to lift up, "Which one's Blaine?"

Harmony brought the knife up to her face, the blade facing the mother and daughter. Using it like her fingers, she pointed the weapon back and forth, letting it stay at Rachel. Sugar threw a white garment at the young student, which was revealed to be a white nurse's outfit, Shelby flinching at the notion.

"Screw you, psycho, I'm not putting this on," Rachel scoffed, throwing back the dress to Sugar.

"You have to. Everything has to be perfect."

"Just take yer damn clothes off!" Rory yelled in frustration, using a knife to tear part of Rachel's shirt off, causing the two women to scream in panic and Rachel to fall on the floor in fear from being stabbed by Rory.

"Don't worry, you'll both be wearing uniforms. David Karofsky hated nurses, especially male nurses; he had a bad experience with a mercury-broken thermometer. That's why he chose Blaine to go upstairs and then drowned him in the tub.

And you, Kurt," Harmony stopping in front of Shelby, "He saved you for last."

"David Karofsky was the first—before Manson. He changed the culture, and we're paying tribute to him," Sugar further explained, Shelby shaking her head in refusal, "We're not going to be part of your reenactment."

Ignoring her request, Harmony threw down the garment again at Rachel, telling her to put it on, "You wouldn't like it if I had to make you."

The young carefully stood up and fiddled with the outfit in her arms, Shelby looking on in nervous anticipation at what her daughter was going to do.

Everything then happened all at once. Rachel silently agreed with Shelby in not wanting to play this sick game for these people. Throwing the garment right back in Harmony's chest, the younger girl headbutted the ringleader in the face and knocked her down with Sugar catching her fall. Rory, like a lion going after its prey, began to chase Rachel into the kitchen. Shelby's motherly instincts kicked and used her free legs to trip Rory before he could go any further. Sugar and Harmony realized they would be the ones to have to go after Rachel, but not before Sugar threw Shelby's chair down on the ground to stop her from continually kicking Rory in the face while he was still down.

Rachel ran for her life into the kitchen, trying to get as far away from her attackers as possible. Heading towards the kitchen entryway, she was just about to escape with her life, until a slender hand grabbed her mouth and pulled her in towards them. Letting out a yelp, she was pulled into a walk-in closet, where her savior presented herself.

"Quinn," Rachel let out a sigh of relief, "They're trying to kill me and my mom."

"You have to get to the basement, Rachel."

"What are you talking about?!"

"The basement! Just do it," The older blonde told Rachel just as Sugar and Harmony arrived and grabbed her, unaware of Quinn even being with her, before disappearing, ready to put her plan of saving Rachel and her mother into action.

Back in the office, Shelby was still strapped in the chair, back facing the floor and her legs bound with the rope. She internally prayed to whatever god was listening and hoped that Rachel had escaped out of the house and ran to get help for her and her mother. Rory, unharmed and up on his feet, decided to look at the gothic artwork that was still on the wallpaper and became fascinated with the mysterious and devilish design, "That's some serious art, man. Why try to cover it up?"

"I decided I didn't like it," Shelby plainly said, Rory lifting the top of the creaking chair up so that Shelby was now sitting upright.

"It's all over now, momma, nobody's coming to help ya."

"You know, you don't have to. You can just stop it," The mother pleaded to the intruder, "Oh, but I want to, silly."

As Rory walked out of Shelby's view to wherever he was going, the pregnant mother could see Becky next to the kitchen table, wondering what was happening to the woman whose dog bit her after trying to play with it.

Choosing her next words wisely, Shelby gave a warning to her attacker, and emphasized to the younger blonde as how she could help save her, "Well, I don't think you're gonna kill me tonight. Cause, I think that someone is going to stop this and they're going to get help. And you all are gonna fry."

"Brutal," Rory turned around feeling like there was someone there watching the both of them, only to find no one else but him and Shelby.

A few seconds passed and Shelby could hear running water upstairs in the hallway bathroom. Lifting her head up to the ceiling, she realized that Rachel hadn't made it out of the house and had been taken by the other two girls, who were ready to stop playing around and wanted to get on with the ceremony already.

Rachel was clothing herself with the nurse's outfit and taking her precious time, which wasn't being suited to the likes of Harmony and her shrinking patience, "What's taking you so long?"

"So, are these vintage?" Rachel randomly asked hoping to take the conversation somewhere else, knowing that she might not live to see the next ten minutes. Harmony was about to reply with something about what the nurses were wearing when the murders happened, but was cut short with Sugar wandering in with one of the cupcakes that Sue had given to Shelby and Rachel earlier that day—a bite already chomped out of the dessert.

"The nurses catalog—Really? You're eating?" Harmony asked incredulously to her friend.

"It was like these were saying 'Eat me'," Sugar took another bite out of the snack, not knowing or caring what could have been in it.

Fucking unbelievable. "Step on it! Time's a wasting, sister!"

"What's going on downstairs?"

"Did you get all of the cell phones?"

"Yeah, I, I told you, I went in the kitchen…and I," Sugar grunted, feeling like something wasn't right about that cupcake, with the ipecac syrup already making its way through her digestive system, "Ugh, stomach ache."

"Answer me!" Harmony's head moving back and forth between Sugar and Rachel, her knife still in hand, "What's he doing to my mother?"

"Jesus, I'm gonna shit myself…"

"Well, not in the staging area!"

"Just don't start without me!" The nauseated woman asked before running to find the nearest bathroom and Harmony being left in slight disbelief. Rachel took this opportunity as a possible chance for escape and started to run, but not before being stopped by Harmony and her weapon.

"Are you kidding me," The older brunette checked her watch again, "It's 10:57, get in the tub."

Rachel stood in the tub as the water continued to fill to the desired level, as Harmony was growing more impatient with Sugar's nonsense about her stomach being in immense pain, and called out to her from outside the doorway, "Sugar, it's almost time!"

Whatever. I'm starting the tribute with or without this bitch, so she'll just have to miss it. "We have to put someone under the water for three minutes until they lose consciousness; the brain begins to die from oxygen deprivation."

Rachel needed some way to be able to get her and Harmony down to the basement and let Quinn take care of the rest—whatever that would be. She saw her chance after Harmony finished speaking and began to giggle at the older brunette.

"This is funny to you?" Harmony furrowed her eyebrows in apparent confusion.

"What's funny is how you think you know everything about this house, when really you know nothing."

What in the fuck is this girl talking about? "This isn't even the right tub."

"Second floor bathroom, I studied the crime scene photos."

"The one he used is in the basement. We totally remodeled this whole bathroom."

"If you think I'm gonna fall for that—"

"It's a grimy, claw-foot tub, with a ground faucet. Go ahead and look," Harmony was in disbelief for a second time in the timespan of less than an hour as she looked in the tub to find that the girl was right. The family did do remodeling on this bathroom and everything she had said about the tub Karofsky used was down in the basement.

"Sugar!"

In the midst of everything going on in the Schuester-Corcoran household at the current moment, Becky scurried back home to get Sue's attention about the intruders. She wanted to make up for what happened between her and Shelby and fall back into the other mother's good graces. To do that, however, she needed to get help, starting with her mother.

Sue, on the other hand, was busy. And being busy involved her much-younger and shirtless boyfriend, Thad Castle. While Sue was in her early fifties, Thad was three years fresh out of college, already landing an internship with a marketing and advertising company ten miles out of Los Angeles.

The older woman sat on the edge of her bed, slowly running a hand down Thad's toned abs, noticing each peak and valley of his beautifully sculpted body. It was as if the sculpting geniuses of Michelangelo and Donatello worked with God to come up with a beautiful creation like Thad, to which Sue always admired.

Thad took notice in Sue's eyes getting ever so lost in his body and gently took a hold of her hand, holding it right above the button on his jeans, "Can I ask you a question?"

Sue smiled, "Is it pillow talk?"

"I don't know what that means."

"No, of course you don't."

Thad lifted his head, "Do you think I could model?"

"I think…there isn't a closed door in the world that beauty can't open," Sue whispered, continuing to admire the intern's physical features.

Thad lightly chuckled and moved his hand from Sue's on his pant rim to Sue's chin, "You're beautiful, you know."

Sue felt butterflies fly around her stomach. The man was not only a sight to behold, but he knew how to make a girl feel special and loved, even one at Sue's age. She stood up from her bed and took a hold of Thad's hands, "Dance with me."

Thad looked left and right in confusion, "There's no music…"

"It's alright," Sue took the lead, bringing the two of them together and swaying back and forth without a care in the world, "We'll make our own."

The two of them began to get lost in each other, leaning into each other's faces as each moment passed. Sue tangled her hands in Thad's voluminous hair as he leaned his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling the perfume's aroma. His eyes fluttered from beneath his eyelids at how intoxicating a perfume could be on someone like Sue.

Their faces were mere inches from each other to where the bottoms of their lips met, but hadn't fully embraced. That was because three knocks on their door broke the silence and interrupted their intimate moment.

Sue impatiently rushed to the door to see what was so important for Becky to cut their near-kiss short while the knocking continued. The mother swung the door open and gave her daughter an annoyed look, whispering, "I told you, I was in a business meeting."

"There's a bad man next door!"

"I know," Sue replied, nodding her head, "I don't like him, either, but he owns the place and that's that."

Becky became confused at who her mother was talking about and was shooed away, "Now get out of her. Go on, get out of here."

Sue closed the door with a short sigh of relief and went back to where Thad was sitting on her bed. She could tell he was wondering what had happened between Sue and Becky to which she informed him of a short and simple, "It's nothing."

A small amount of doubt was still visible on the intern's face. Sue made sure to erase any bit of it by getting back to where they were before the interruption. The two finally had the opportunity to briefly kiss when yet another round of knocking sounded out in the bedroom.

Sue became tired of Becky's antics and stepped out of the room to close the door behind her, "What?"

"He's over there!"

The mother grabbed her daughter by her shoulder and lead her down the hallway. Becky tried to worm her way out of Sue's grasp and explain that Shelby and Rachel were in trouble and they needed help, "Enough with the lies, Becky, you're a bad girl!"

"No!"

"Yes," Sue brought Becky to a door at the end of the hallway that revealed to be a closet, "You don't behave, you go in the bad girl closet."

Inside the closet, Becky pulled the string to turn on the light inside the small room. All around her were mirrors of different shapes and sizes. A rectangular mirror was the first she looked into as Sue continued to scold her from outside, "Look at yourself. Look long and hard!"

Everywhere Becky looked, there was a mirror. She began to scream in fear as Sue walked back towards her bedroom. Every few steps she took, she could hear her daughter scream in panic, begging to be let out from her punishment. Guilt took over her facial features as she brought her hands up to her face. A part of her was telling her to listen to her daughter for a second and find out what was going on next door. The other part, however, was telling her to just go back to Thad and continue where they had once again left off.

Sue reached the end of the hallway to where her bedroom door was. Instead of going inside and going back to Thad, she went for the door on the left and opened it up, revealing to be another room with flowery wallpaper. She slowly walked inside with shame and regret surrounding her aura and decided to get some space to clear her head, hoping that Becky would cease her screaming and forget about whatever the Schuester-Corcoran women were dealing with at the moment.

Back at the house, Sugar Motta was hugging the trash can in Rachel's room and letting out the contents of her stomach in pain. Whatever it was she ate—which she was now starting to realize might have been the cupcake—made her feel like World War III was happening in her intestines and stomach. Bits of vomit remained on her lips and drool escaped from her mouth that fell towards the inside of the wastebasket as she groaned and shook her head, "This isn't right."

The intruder struggled to get up from the daughter's bedroom floor after letting out one last vomit into the basket, "You guys…Harmony? I think I may need to go to the hospital."

She managed to reach the bathroom where she last remembered Harmony and Rachel were, "Maybe we could come back later and finish this…"

By the time she reached the doorway she saw someone with long, blonde hair in a black and grey-striped sweater stroll to the left of the bathroom. She noticed they went to the left of the bathroom, behind the shower curtains. Looking down at the tub, she could hear the water running but found no signs of Harmony or Rachel inside.

"Hey, where'd you guys go?" Sugar groaned again and briefly clutched her hands to her stomach. As she let them fall back to her sides, she failed to notice that same figure with blonde hair creep up behind her.

Realizing there was something behind her, she quickly turned around to find a small axe being swung right into her stomach by a fiercely protective Quinn Fabray. The intruder groaned in even more pain as the axe was pulled out of her stomach by the angry blonde and then swung right back in.

After Quinn finished her brutal attack, Sugar dragged herself down the hallway. Her stomach was cut open from Quinn's axe and the walls of the upstairs hallway were smeared in a crooked line of blood. She skidded on a small puddle of liquid which turned out to be her own blood being drained from her body by the second.

As she slowly walked down the hallway, she was beginning to remember the nightmare she talked to Will about in their meeting earlier in the week…

"Chopped in half, like a freaking Ginsu," Sugar calmly explained, "I'm feelin' around, like, 'What the hell? Where's my legs, man?'"

"It sounds terrifying. How many times have you had this dream?"

"Like ten. I mean, not a lot freaks me out, but this shit's serious," Will nodded his head in understanding, continuing to scribble down notes of his patient, "Like, if I'm with some dude and he touches my belly, I get all squirrelly."

Downstairs in the office, Shelby remained tied to her chair with Rory walking behind her. She was hoping and praying with every fiber in her being that Becky was able to get back to her house safely, get Sue's attention and call the police regarding the home invasion.

Rory had another idea in mind. He reached into his pant pocket and pulled out the copper necklace with a cross that belonged to Kurt to put around Shelby's neck. His frustration upon putting it on Shelby grew more apparent as his nails were too short to open the latch, "I hate these latches…too small for ma fingers."

"Let me do it," Shelby offered in desperation.

"I got it," Rory walked over to the doorframe of the kitchen and grabbed a knife. He kneeled down in front of Shelby and reached behind her and chair to cut the white pieces of cloth that restrained her.

The Irish fanatic made sure the mother wasn't going to make any sudden movements and carefully brought his arms back to himself, "Dress-up time. Get up."

He held Shelby's forearms and helped up get up, but not without a warning, "Don't try anything, lass."

Cautiously looking up at Rory for a short moment, she looked back down, "Could you turn around?"

"No."

"Then I will," The older woman whispered with conviction, tightly gripping the white nurse's uniform in her right hand. As she turned around to face the fireplace, she began to take off her blouse as Rory commented on the uniform, "Stupid-looking uniform. I totally get why he hated nurses."

Shelby looked on the mantle for any weapon she could get her hands on for protection. She spotted a small green vase with a lid that looked like it would do. She then looked down near the fireplace and found a couple of iron rods that would also be a good choice to fight back with. She appeared ready to discard her blouse when she took a pause. Rory tensed up a bit, unsure of what she was going to do.

Without any hesitation Shelby immediately turned herself around and threw the white nurse's uniform in Rory's face as a distraction. She began to make a break for the mantle when Rory threw off the uniform and went after her. She was able to grab the vase in time but was tackled to the ground. Rory straddling the front of her body, with the knife still in his hand, tried to choke Shelby with his other hand around her neck.

The small vase fell out of her grip and rolled away from where her head was. Her left hand struggled to keep the knife in Rory's hand from attacking her as she began to scream, her right hand reaching for the vase.

"I don't give a shit how you're dressed!" His right hand raised up, ready to attack. Shelby took the opportunity to strike first and swung the small vase in the direction of Rory's head. Rory flinched and stumbled backwards to where his back hit the floor. Shelby took full advantage of the opportunity to now switch the positions of her and Rory to where she now straddled his front. Without a moment's worth of hesitation, Shelby grabbed the vase with both of her hands and gave Rory three blows to his forehead, hoping that it killed him or at least knocked him unconscious.

Shelby felt a small weight being lifted off her shoulders, but the relief didn't last long. There were only two things she needed to do: Find Rachel and get the both of them the hell out of the house.

Unbeknownst to Harmony and Rachel, Rory may or may not have been dead, Sugar was fighting to stay alive, and Shelby was safe. The two girls were walking down the basement stairs, Rachel in her nurse's uniform at the front and Harmony right behind her holding a switchblade against Rachel's back.

Harmony was in no mood to play games now. The plan to kill Rachel and Shelby had gone awry from the start with Rachel headbutting her in Will's office and Sugar eating the cupcake and then getting sick from it. She only hoped Rory was able to complete his part of the ceremony with 'Kurt'.

"You better not be messing with me—"

"It's down here, around the corner," Rachel calmly replied.

The light from the ceiling suddenly turned itself off, allowing Rachel the perfect opportunity to escape from being Harmony's hostage any longer. The older girl realized her mistake of letting 'Blaine' go and called out to her, "Where are you?"

"Over here, you stupid bitch," A raspy, feminine voice who wasn't Rachel voiced out and immediately captured Harmony's attention. The woman headed in the direction of the voice and found herself facing a room with glass windows with thin iron bars spread every few inches apart.

Confusion was plastered against Harmony's face. The ringleader of the attempted invasion found herself looking at the white bathtub Rachel mentioned from upstairs and Quinn standing next to the tub. The woman had no idea that Quinn had torn open Sugar's stomach from up in the bathroom with an axe and was currently fighting for her life.

Harmony hesitated as she took each step closer to the tub, her nerves starting to get the better of her. Quinn casually stood next to the white bathtub without a care in the world. She motioned her right hand over to the tub, allowing Harmony to see the inside of the tub, "I already filled it with water for you."

Shelby raced through the upstairs hallway to find her daughter. Her fears only grew when she found the blood smeared on the walls and doors, thinking it was Rachel's. She could only pray that she would find her little girl safe and without a scratch on her from the intruders.

She finally made it to the inside of the bathroom, but neither her daughter, nor Harmony were found inside. Only a small pool of blood that was the beginning of the trail all over the hallway. That alone intensified Shelby's worst fear and began to bring it to life before her very eyes.

"Oh, God…please no."

Harmony took more steps towards the tub, shakily clutching the knife in her hand. Her jaw began to drop ever so slightly with each movement forward. Inside the tub, lay the 'body' of Blaine underneath the water, clearly showing signs of being forcibly drowned as he had been forty-seven years ago by David Karofsky in 1968.

The ringleader was already so overcome with shock that she failed to notice Quinn's casual grin transforming into a wicked and toothy one, who already knew what was going to happen next.

Evident shock turned to fear for Harmony in an instant. The shift occurred when Blaine's eyes opened from underneath the water. As his slender body rose from the tub, Harmony placed a hand over her mouth to cover her horrified scream.

Shelby raced back across the hallway to get back downstairs. There was still a shred of hope inside of her that Rachel was still alive and neither of the three intruders laid a finger on her. She darted down the stairs at the same time Rachel arrived back on the main floor of the house from the basement.

The mother and daughter had a short-lived, but thankful embrace upon meeting at the bottom of the stairs. The two's top priority at this point was to now get out of the house and as far away as possible for help. Then whenever they reached a safe point would they contact the police and hopefully Will while he was still in Lima.

Sue watched a peaceful Thad Castle asleep on her bed. All of the commotion that happened between Sue and Becky wore both him and Sue out. Unlike Thad, Sue was still awake and consumed with the small amount of guilt that still remained inside her soul through what happened between her and Becky. She knew in her heart that what she had done to Becky was wrong and undeserved, but in the intimacy between her and Thad, her heart couldn't get its priorities straight.

Speaking of priorities, the older woman was twirling her left hand through the ends of her short hair when running footsteps sounded out from outside. It was the voices calling for help, though, that brought her attention to her bedroom window. She stood up and walked to her window to see Shelby and Rachel hand-in-hand running away from their house. She could hear Shelby yelling to anyone on their street who would hear them to call the police for help.

She obviously knew that something had happened. Not just from what Becky tried to warn her about earlier in the night, but how when she saw Shelby and Rachel running away, Rachel's attire consisted of a white dress or a uniform that was normally worn decades ago.

She knew at that moment that she needed to check out the house to make sure that everything—and everyone—hadn't completely gone to hell.

Rory Flanagan awoke with a throbbing pain in his head. Shelby really did a number on him back there. He realized after coming to his senses that the ceremony to kill Shelby and Rachel as Karofsky had done to Kurt and Blaine before ended in disaster.

And, yet, he had no idea of the chaos that ensued while he was knocked out cold.

Groaning in pain, he stumbled onto his side to regain his thoughts. He looked towards the chair where Shelby was tied down when he saw someone walking down the hallway in a white nurse's uniform that strongly resembled the ones that Shelby and Rachel were made to wear for the ceremony.

"What the hell? Why aren't ye dead?"

The Irish man managed to get up on his feet and got the idea in his head that Harmony somehow screwed up killing Rachel and allow her to escape.

"Harmony! The bitch is going downstairs," Rory yelled to his companion. Like Harmony, he walked down the stairs to the basement floor with the same knife he tried to kill Shelby with in his hand. He raised his hand up to his forehead where he could feel a growing bump from where Shelby knocked him out.

Making his way to the floor, he noticed the only thing providing light was the moonlight coming from the windows with the white bathtub. He tried to find his way around the basement, when his gut was telling him there was something very wrong.

The man ignored the feeling and continued walking around, just as the same figure he saw in the white uniform ghosted past him from behind. He could feel the presence of the being and turned around quickly.

Adrenaline soon kicked in to where Rory could feel himself tense up. He began to walk faster towards where he believed Rachel walked off to and where Harmony might have been, "I'm just gonna kill her, man, this is bullshit!"

By the time he got to the room with the white bathtub, Rory gasped in horror and disbelief upon seeing Harmony on the floor with bloody hands, a slit throat and stab wounds just below on her neck, "Oh, shit."

His pulse raced upon seeing his dead friend and comrade on the floor. He didn't have a clue who had attacked her and killed her in such a brutal manner, but looking up gave him the answer he was both looking for and would come to regret.

Standing in front of him were the ghosts of Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson; drowned, stabbed, and murdered by David Karofsky, with looks that could literally kill if they wanted to.