18

The Horror Show

Fandom: Glee

Characters: Kurt/Blaine, OC's

Rating (this chapter): R for a little bit of violence.

Warnings: None.

Spoilers: Season 2.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. I do not own the songs used in this chapter.

Author's note: After so many months, I decided to finish this story. Why? Because of many reasons, but what made the different is the fact that Matt Bomer was part of Glee. I always imagined him as Blaine's brother, even in this story. Handsome, dark hair, blue eyes… Awesome. More to come soon. In the meantime, enjoy. And sorry for the huge delay!

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The Horror Show

"Where's the red one?"

"There, behind the chair."

"It's not. None of my candles are here. Why would anybody take them?"

"I didn't. Why would I want them? I brought mine and I like yellow better."

"Lies. You're a thief and you know it."

"And you're an obsessive Dalton fan. You and your evil red decorations."

"Hey, it's our school. Where's the love?"

"Deep down inside, not all around the room. And I don't need you to ask me that by using Hanson's greatest hits for reference."

"Guys, how's it going?" Kurt asked, approaching David and Wes to check that they were not falling behind schedule because of their endless fights regarding decorations for the big event that night.

"Very well, Kurt," David said, smiling.

Wes frowned and added, "Yes, but it'd get much better if I could find my beloved red candles who someone hid without any reason. I had also brought the blue ones but they disappeared, too."

"Would you give it up already? I don't have them, and the yellow ones are better!"

"Wow, why candles? We want to help Freddie and the bar, we don't want to burn the whole place down."

"Aren't we going romantic here? Why can't we have some nice ambience to go with the flow?" David said, a little offended. "Besides, we were planning to propose them as props for the eleven o'clock number. See?" He showed Kurt a yellow candle. "You light them and then cover them with a glass that matches the base. Looks good, right?"

Regardless of whatever was going on between those two, lighting candles was a terrible idea. Nothing could be risked tonight. Not even if Blaine had said that the Boston PD patrol was outside the bar, the same that he'd seen at home. "No, no. We're not lighting any candles here."

"But…"

"Sorry, candles have to go," Kurt stated, maybe a little bit too loudly, but at least he managed to get his point across. David shook his head and Wes cursed a bit, but both of them started blowing the candles they had just lightened, and also collecting the rest to put them into boxes. Kurt observed them as they worked, feeling a little bit sorry for them but he knew that starting a fire would kill the mood.

"Candles? Really? Isn't that dangerous?" asked someone beside him, and when Kurt turned to that person, it was Blaine's brother, Josh. He looked handsome tonight, dressed in black and with a little gel in his hair. He definitely knew this was a special occasion. Kurt was about to ask him about it when Blaine spotted them from the other side of the room and ran towards them.

"Josh!" Blaine said, his mouth trembling. He looked really worried, and he should be, considering what Josh had gone through. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at home, resting? And why are you carrying stuff around?"

Josh was carrying a big box while one of his hands was covered with gauze tightly. However, he offered his little brother a big smile. "I'm all right, you don't have to worry. My hand's ok and this package's not heavy," he assured him. "I found out about tonight. I want to be here for you, Blaine. Just like you were there for me."

It was obvious that Blaine's heart skipped a beat, judging form the way his facial expression went from worried to relieved. Still, he asked, "Are you sure?"

"One hundred percent. Just let me help you help Freddie and everybody else."

"Ok, but the first time you feel pain in your hand, you're going home."

"You sound like my boss," Josh joked. "Deal. Where do I leave this? They're mostly tinsels from our Christmas tree when we were little. I kind of started looking through stuff in the attic. I came across these and I brought the ones that didn't remind me that much of Santa Claus. I hope they're useful in some weird way."

The intention was good, and the idea of Josh Anderson looking into his childhood memories for something to help his little brother fix his friendship with Freddie, was heartbreaking. It didn't matter if Dylan turned out to hate the tinsels or found them corny. "We're gonna use them all," Kurt said proudly, taking the box from Josh's hands. "Trust me, they're gonna look great near the stereos. We'll get someone on a ladder to put them up there."

Laughing, Josh seemed to take in his words. "I'm glad, and thank you…" His gaze landed on something beyond Blaine. "Why are David and Wes pulling out the candles again from the boxes?"

"What?" Kurt muttered, and he couldn't believe that Wes and David weren't taking his advice. He was the freaking organizer!

"I'm gonna check on them, if I may. I could use my best cop voice, even without my badge."

"Oh, God. Thank you." Kurt was truly thankful that someone could take over the situation and make the leaders of the Warblers understand that candles were not an option. Both he and Blaine watched Josh go meet them and state firmly that candles were not allowed and the operation should not be put at stake.

"He really loves being a cop…" Kurt muttered, and he suddenly remembered. "I'm sorry again for what happened to him. Losing someone you care so much about under those circumstances must be really hard."

Blaine took a breath. "Yeah… I guess it happens to all of us, in different ways," he responded enigmatically. "So, is the video finished?"

It had been checked a million times, but Kurt reminded him of it once again. "Finished and ready to be played whenever required. Joel did the final adjustments a few minutes ago. He listened to the entire thing so he's my personal hero right now. I just hope Paula comes."

"She'll be here. I'm sure of it. She loves a good challenge... Do you think Freddie's going to show up?"

Kurt's memory was still fresh from hearing Freddie's broken voice over the phone. "Honestly, I have no idea. He loves Paula, right? But if he's not here in ten minutes, we're gonna get in trouble."

"Well, at least we tried, right?" Blaine said, looking at his watch. "Look at the bar. I can barely recognize it. The Warbler's guests will also be here in a little while. We were lucky they could convince so many people to come with such short notice."

"Yes, they were of great help. I am amazed by how much they love you. Although that doesn't mean that I don't understand the reasons why." Kurt smiled at Blaine sweetly, and saw him smile in return. They were having a little moment there. Maybe one of the few moments they had left, if their friendship ever recovered from everything that had happened lately.

They didn't hear Dylan getting closer. "Hello love birds," he said with his usual calm face, and he didn't even seem to notice that Kurt was giving him a killer look. "Sorry to interrupt, but one of the guests of honor has just arrived… and he doesn't look any good." Josh beckoned the main door, where Freddie was basically grabbing the frame to avoid falling onto the floor.

Immediately, Kurt gave Dylan the box full of tinsels. He and Blaine ran to grab Freddie by the arms and give him some balance. Freddie looked around and opened his mouth happily. "Heyyy, there you are!"

"Hey Freddie," Blaine said, and both he and Kurt starting helping Freddie walk towards the first available table. They had trouble making him sit down as he kept falling with his sloppy moves. "Are you drunk?"

"Yep. Thought it might make this easier," Freddie explained, raising his hands as if he were guilty as charge. "I don't miss her, but at the same time I miss her a lot. I got some beer from a little bar near here that would sell anything to anyone. Luuuuucky me! Now let's paaarty!"

"Look at you! How are going to sing to Paula in this state?" Blaine seemed horrified, and so was Kurt. Their plan was not going to go well if Freddie could not even stand up.

"She's coming to this party?" Why would she want to see me?" Freddie panicked, starting to sweat. "Oh, I bet she want to kill me publicly. God, I knew it. Why am I even here? This is a mistake…" He tried to get up, but he failed and Kurt had to grab his arm again.

"It's not a mistake," Kurt insisted. "Paula's going to come and you're going to impress her. You're gonna sing like Freddie Mercury to her. You're gonna make this happen."

"Freddie Mercury?" Freddie's eyes were now wide open, and he turned to Blaine. "Are you really going to make me sing live? That's not impressing her, that's pushing her away forever!"

"We've got playback, ok?" Blaine yelled at him, and Kurt gestured him to calm down. "Whatever, we need to get you dressed up. I'll take you to the backroom, you'll get ready there." He offered Freddie his arm, and Freddie took him as he pouted. "You can do this, c'mon. You didn't earn your nickname for nothing, Gary."

Freddie punched him lightly on the stomach. "Blaine Anderson, you're outraaageous! Don't you dare mentioning my real name again!" he said, and he pointed at whatever was ahead of him. "I'll kick ass, with or without Paula. Now take me to my exclusive dressing room." He took his sunglasses out of his pocket and put them on as if he were a rock star. "And by the way this place looks amaaaaazing!" he assured, even if it was clear that he could barely see anything.

"Yeah, yeah… C'mon, Freddie, let's go. Watch your step."

As Blaine took Freddie with him, Joel came to stand beside Kurt. He didn't seem exactly thrilled to meet the fake singer whose tape he'd had to edit. "He's not gonna make it. He'll pass out in fifteen."

"As long as that doesn't happen before his number," Kurt said, tapping the table with his fingers. He was nervous and he kept looking at everything and everyone around him - the Warblers decorating Rock Generations, T. J. yelling at his other employees, Josh trying to stop the candle obsession, Blaine closing the backroom door behind him and Freddie… and the main entrance. There were no signs of Paula anywhere yet.

Dylan strangely excited voice grabbed his attention. "Look, the first guests are arriving." He was right - people were starting to come into the bar. They were surely the Warbler's guests. "Time to make some money." A moment later, he was gone and he was helping T. J. serve drinks. It was quite a view. Maybe something good was coming out of that night, even if Paula and Freddie were not reunited. Maybe the bar had many rock generations to live.

"Are we late?" someone said, and Kurt knew that it was Mercedes, who was always there for him.

"Oh, you made it!" he said, clapping a bit. Kurt noticed that she was wearing an outfit. "That's perfect. I'm so happy that you're going to perform tonight. Thank you."

"You're very welcome. It's been a while since I was in this stage for the last time. I don't mind doing playback. It's for a good cause. I'll just dance as much as I can."

Kurt smiled widely and hugged Mercedes like she was his savior. And that's when he saw her.

Paula. She'd come!

Standing between the guests that had just arrived, she seemed to be a little bit lost. Kurt approached her to welcome her. "Paula! How are you?" he asked very naturally.

"I don't know what I'm doing here," she muttered. She looked sad, but hopeful. That was good news, in a way.

"Did Freddie invite you?"

She nodded. "I saw the posters around my house, with my name on it telling me to come get my record. I don't understand why, but it doesn't matter. I just want my Mediocrity CD back."

"Oh… that. Yeah. I think he mentioned something about that. He told me that he'd meet you right here in a minute. Can you hold on a sec? I'll go get him."

"Thanks. I'm not in the mood for parties, and I don't really want to see him." No matter what Paula said, her words said otherwise. She was clearly interested in seeing Freddie. If she were mad, no CD could have convinced her to attend the party, and she definitely wouldn't have been so nice to Kurt.

Happy and nervous at the same time, Kurt ran to the backroom to check on Freddie. He knocked on the door and Blaine opened the door a bit. "Paula's here!" he whispered, a little bit desperate. "Is he ready?"

Blaine looked worried. "Almost. Let's pray he's sober enough to pull this off."

"Oh, my god," Kurt muttered, rolling his eyes. "I'll get Joel to put the tape. You know his cue."

In a few seconds, Kurt was already asking Dylan to drop the drinks and the bills and concentrate on the performance. Dylan was not too convinced that things were going to turn out well, but he still told T. J. to take care of the customers for a while and he went to check on the video and sound system. Kurt followed the entire process, afraid that something was off. He had a bad feeling and it was bad enough that his hunches were usually right.

"Is everything all right?"

"Yep. All in order. Here we go." Dylan pressed a button in the giant stereo and all of a sudden, music filled the air.

Kurt crossed his fingers that everyone knew their role, and when he could see Mercedes taking her place on the stage, he started to breathe normally. After that, he saw Wes and David taking a spot beside her, which surprised him. If they were part of the show, that had been arranged by Blaine, because Kurt certainly knew nothing about it. It was perfect – the lights, the colors, even the motorcycle T. J. had offered to use as part of the scenario as a thank you gift for trying to save the bar.

Where was the star of the number? Kurt couldn't take his eyes off the backroom door, but just in time, it opened and Freddie came out. He looked exactly like Freddie Mercury, this time without the mustache, due to the song he was going to do. He was wearing a black wig, white t-shirt, leather pants, a leather jacket and leather boots.

It wasn't until he started moving that Kurt understood why his performance as Freddie Mercury had been great enough to earn him his famous nickname. Even drunk, the guy moved as smoothly as the original singer, and had such an incredible energy that a second later everyone was clapping at him. He made his way lip-singing towards the stage and jumped it like a cat. The three screens in the scenario showed his first performance as Freddie Mercury, singing a different song from the track that was playing, but the whole thing looked great.

This thing called love I just can't handle it
This thing called love I must get round to it
I ain't ready
Crazy little thing called love

Once on the stage, he started interacting with Mercedes, Wes and David, and the four of them moved across the scenario in a choreography that matched the one from the original video for the song.

This thing called love
It cries
In a cradle all night
It swings
It jives
It shakes all over like a jelly fish
I kinda like it
Crazy little thing called love

The next thing Kurt knew, Freddie had come down the stage and was now walking towards Paula, who was staring at him blankly.

There goes my baby
She knows how to rock'n'roll
She drives my crazy
She gives me hot and cold fever
Then she leaves me in a cool, cool sweat

Paula wasn't falling for his moves. Instead, she seemed to be astonished as Freddie got on the motorbike and danced to the music. Then he turned and started walking towards her again.

I gotta be cool, relax, get hip!
Get on my track
Take a back seat
Hitch hike
And take a long, long ride on my motor bike
Until I'm ready
Crazy little thing called love

Finally, while the crew danced on the stage, Freddie invited Paula to dance with him, and that's when it all went wrong.

The video was off, and so was the music. Dylan was trying to fix it, but it seemed like it wasn't going to happen. Blaine, who was backstage, looked at Kurt, trying to figure out what to do, but Kurt was as clueless as he was.

Oh, they were so screwed.

The worst part was that people were really happy with the performance, and even without the music and the video, they kept clapping, expecting the number to finish with a blast. Kurt placed his hands over his eyes as he didn't want to see what was coming.

Freddie was singing. God, no. People were going to start screaming. They would hate it. They'd hate the entire show.

Except they didn't. They clapped and clapped to the rhythm of the non-existing music, and Freddie was actually singing well. Very well, in fact. When Kurt opened his eyes again, he found Blaine with his mouth hanging open as well as Dylan's while Freddie sang and danced with Paula in the middle of the amazed crowd.

I gotta be cool, relax, get hip!
Get on my track
Take a back seat
Hitch hike
And take a long, long ride on my motor bike
Until I'm ready
Crazy little thing called love

Crazy little thing called love
Crazy little thing called love
Crazy little thing called love…

The show was over then, with the last vocals Freddie could offer, as drunk as he was. It was a wonderful show. Even Kurt couldn't believe it.

Dylan was the first one to get closer and say, "I don't know what happened. Audio was working fine before then. I thought…"

"It was amazing," Kurt said, without taking his eyes off Freddie, who was talking to Paula.

"How the hell did he ever sing that bad in the video?" asked Dylan. That was the first question that had popped into Kurt's head. "It's not possible to suck that much and then do this."

"I'll kill him," Blaine said between greeted teeth, joining them. "If that video turns out to be a joke…"

"Look, they're talking," Kurt interrupted him, pointing at Paula and Freddie. "And they're not screaming. They look happy. Guys, I think we made it. I think they're coming back together!"

They pretended like they were not looking at the couple when Freddie came over, barely able to stand up now what the show was over. What a transformation from fabulous Freddie Mercury to the most annoying drunk person ever.

"Guys! This is… aweeeesome!" he screamed, all craziness and jokes. "She said that she'd give me a second chance if I give her the Mediocrity CD back! I don't know what the hell you did with that box you sent her, but it worked!" He clapped like a baby, and damn it, Kurt couldn't understand how Paula still liked him when he was this drunk. After a moment, he decided that it was natural, as he still loved Blaine when he'd had too many drinks. "C'mon, folks! Sing me a song, will you, Blaine?" Freddie insisted. "You, Mercedes, Kurt," he looked at Joel, "and yes, you too, even if I don't know you! Everybody!"

Dylan shook his head in disappointment at first, saying, "Nah, thanks, I think it's better if…" but he stopped once Mercedes came closer and raised her hand.

"That's a fantastic idea!" she muttered. "You know, I know I said I wasn't going to sing here tonight, but… I've got just the song," she said, and she was looking right into Dylan's eyes. He seemed excited –as excited as he could be, because after all, he was Dylan- and he raised an eyebrow before running to get his guitar.

"What song?" Blaine wanted to know, sending strange glances to Kurt, as if he was supposed to decode the message. "What's going on? Are they…?"

"They're dating, yes," Kurt confirmed, and he could hear Freddie clapping.

"Yes! That guy and that girl, me and Paula, this place, this moment! Happy endings! Now you two, guys! Kiss!"

Kurt couldn't help but smile. "What?" he said, as if he were horrified, but he could feel his cheeks burning with embarrassment. Was it still necessary for Freddie to point out that he and Blaine should be together? Their time had passed. They were done. They were destined to be friends, and that was it.

"Why not? Stop pretending!" Freddie yelled, dancing in a silly way just right there, where he was. "C'mon, you know you want to!"

"Ok, I think you're too drunk. Isn't Paula waiving at you?" Blaine obviously lied, but Freddie still bought it and went to meet her again smiling like a fool.

"He's crazy… but cool," Kurt muttered, trying to stop blushing. It was simply ridiculous. However, when he turned to Blaine, he noticed how the boy was watching him calmly, as if he couldn't get his eyes off Kurt.

Bad idea. Baaaad idea.

Thank goodness Dylan came over and called Blaine's name, making look somewhere else. "Hey, Blaine! Want to joint us?"

"Thanks, but this is your night…"

"What's that excuse? Can't you handle a little Bon Jovi?"

Blaine seemed to change his mind as asked, "Is that a challenge?" with a little bit of cockiness.

Dylan nodded and winked at him. "Well, you know me," he said, smiling, and he beckoned the stage, "and my name's Dylan, by the way." Blaine smiled and suddenly everything seemed to fall in the right place at the same time for Kurt.

People were clapping as they were getting ready on the stage and whispered to each other making plans about their number, but the guests became silent when Dylan grabbed the microphone.

"Hello, people!" he said with his deepest voice yet, raising his hand, "Want some Bon Jovi tonight?"

"Yeah!" the guests responded altogether, including Freddie and Paula, who were holding hands. In a corner, Wes and David seemed to have forgotten about their fight and were now laughing at the situation.

Dylan started playing his guitar, and music felt like beautiful waives in the air. Blaine took the lead immediately and he sang as he looked at Kurt.

Should I? Could I?
Have said the wrong things right a thousand times
If I could just rewind, I see it in my mind
If I could turn back time, you'd still be mine

Blaine closed his eyes.

You cried, I died,
I should have shut my mouth, things headed south
As the words slipped off my tongue, they sounded dumb
If this old heart could talk, it'd say you're the one

Mercedes continued singing, smiling at the crowd.

I'm wasting time when I think about it…

And it was Dylan's turn to show his talent, while the other two sang as backup in the chorus.

I… (should have drove all night, I would have run all the lights)
I was misunderstood
I… (stumbled like my words, Did the best I could)
Damn, misunderstood…

"He's saying that to you, you know?"

"What?" When Kurt turned to the right, he found Josh watching the show with eyes full of wisdom.

"The message of the song. He likes you. He's sorry. He's… Blaine. You just gotta take your time to understand why he does what he does."

Intrigued by the situation and Josh's words, Kurt didn't request any explanations. Maybe all he needed to do was wait – wait for the relationship with Blaine to fix by itself, wait to know how Blaine really felt for him, as time passed by.

When Josh finally walked towards the backroom, the guitar solo that followed was breath-taking, as Dylan improvised most of it. People were astonished and they screamed in delight. When the solo ended, he glanced at Mercedes and smiled as he sang his last part.

It's you and I, just think about it...

The chorus, it was magical one more time.

I… (should have drove all night, I would have run all the lights)

I was misunderstood

I… (stumbled like my words, Did the best I could)

Misunderstood

I… ('m hanging outside your door, I've been here before)

Misunderstood

I… (stumbled like my words, Did the best I could)

Damn, misunderstood…

Intention's good.

Blaine, Mercedes and Dylan waived at the thrilled audience, while Kurt couldn't believe how great his friends were. When Blaine got off the stage, people kept clapping at him, and Kurt felt proud of him like he'd never done it before.

"So, was it good?" he asked Kurt, like he held the truth about everything, no matter all the people around them.

Kurt agreed, "Are you kidding me? You guys took my breath away. It was that fantastic." They both walked towards the backroom and once there, Kurt closed the door behind them. "I mean it. You were wonderful up there."

"At some point, I was hoping you could join us, but the song was coming to an end and you were talking to my brother."

Oh, so Blaine had seen that. Kurt snorted. "It was nothing, he was just babbling about the show. Nothing to be worried about. He didn't make any strange comments about us like Freddie's. Totally inappropriate."

Blaine didn't say anything about that and apparently decided to change the subject. "Where is he, by the way?"

"I saw him coming here, but he's not around, so I don't know." It was true. Josh was nowhere to be found.

"He must be outside," Blaine muttered. "He likes to get some fresh air at night, especially when he's worried. Something's off, I know him." Slowly, he started walking towards the door that gave access to the streets behind the bar, and opened it a bit. "There he is. Kurt, would you mind if…?"

"No, of course not. We can talk later."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

After Blaine left, Kurt thought that it felt a little bit awkward to stay there, but he couldn't help it. He wanted to help Blaine and his brother, and if that meant listening to their conversation to find out what was going on between them, Kurt would do it. He stood beside the slightly open door, watching them. Josh had his back against the next visible wall and Blaine was still calling his name. They seemed to be alone in some kind of alley, judging from the bar's location and also the lack of cars passing by.

"Josh," Blaine said. "Are you all right?"

"You know, I wish I could fix everything with a song… but some things just cannot be fixed," Josh muttered, and his eyes were getting red. Kurt felt a bit guilty for listening to the entire conversation, but he didn't move from where he was. Josh continued, "I miss her so much. I can't believe she's…"

He didn't finish the sentence. Blaine didn't do it for him either. They stood there in silence until Blaine walked beside him and rested his back on the wall, too. "I wish there was something I could tell you to make you feel better."

Unexpectedly, Josh smiled to himself. "You're a good guy, Blaine. I'll never get tired of saying that," he muttered. "But tomorrow I'll be gone."

"What? Why?" Blaine turned to his brother, frowning. "Did something happen?"

"No." Now it was Josh's turn to look at Blaine. He seemed heartbroken. "I gotta go back to Boston. I have to find the bastard that took Nadine's life. That bastard should be in jail, or even worse. I have to do this. I'm sorry, Blaine. I wish I could stay longer, but I have to leave."

Kurt thought that Blaine would insist, but instead, the youngest of the Anderson brothers folded his arms and whispered, "I don't like it… but I understand… What are you going to tell Mom?"

"The same I just told you. And we both know she'll get worried, but she always does. Who wouldn't with a son who's in danger of losing his life?"

"Don't say that, you know I worry about you, too," Blaine said, and he was definitely nervous. "Besides, you've got that covered, right? I mean, I've seen the car."

"What car?"

"The one that's parked outside our house. The one with the black windows and the guy with the sunglasses inside. That's backup, right? You're protected."

Kurt had a really, really bad feeling when Josh's face turned into a scared expression. "Blaine, I want you to listen to me very carefully. Did you get close to the car by any chance?"

"I waived at the guy once. He waived back," Blaine explained, like he didn't understand why his brother was acting so strange. For a moment, he was out of Kurt's sight. "The same patrol was here before, outside the bar."

The explanation came up crystal clear when Josh shook his head and licked his lips, each one of his words sounding heavy in the night. "The station never sent any backup."

"What? What are you saying…?"

"We gotta get back home… Mom shouldn't be alone right now."

"I don't think you're gonna see her tonight," a serious voice muttered, and all Kurt could hear was Josh screaming Blaine's name. With his heart pounding, he went out to the street, and had to catch his breath when he saw a man with his face uncovered and a knife in his hand, keeping Blaine as a human shield to protect himself.

"Kurt, what are you doing?" Josh said, trying not to cause much trouble in the street. "Stay where you care. Blaine… Hold on there. I'll take care of this."

He was a cop. Yes, he could do this. Officer Josh Anderson could handle the situation. Especially if Blaine was in danger. But the murderer was talking, and Kurt was sure that he'd been the one to call Nadine.

Josh tried to reach for his gun, but the man shook his head and put the knife close to Blaine's throat. "Oh, no, officer. I wouldn't do that if I were you," he warned, and Josh took his hand off his pistol. "That's more like it… I've been watching you. Killing you was boring. Nadine was so entertaining."

Kurt felt like his heart was about to come out of his chest when Josh screamed, "Don't you talk about her. You have no right!" Talk about keeping the subject calm. Josh seemed angrier with every passing second. This couldn't end well.

"Oh, I can talk about her. You see, I know her a lot. She didn't say a word when I sliced her throat. Yes. She didn't protest. I think she wanted to die."

"Shut up."

"She couldn't keep up with the job. And she certainly knew that she couldn't keep up with me… She was sure that I would find her and kill her with my own hands… and she waited for me to catch her. Didn't she tell you that when you were together? No. I bet there were some secrets that she couldn't confess," the man continued, reckless. "And now," slowly, he caressed Blaine's trembling skin with the knife, "I will take away one of the last people you will ever love. Just as a little reminder that I'm the one you could never catc…"

One smooth, quick move, and it was over. Both the bastard and Blaine moved at the same time.

Kurt just heard the shot and everything fade into black.