Ok, I know I'm probably going to be hunted down with pitchforks and torches by many a Glee fan for writing this, but 90% of fanfics are just pointless fluff or smut and I don't like to read that sort of stuff, and I know there are others who agree with me, so I wrote something completely different. And mean. And oh my god was it fun! I know this chapter is short, but I did that for a reason, ok? So please don't hate me for killing off your favourite characters, or torturing them, or just overall turning Glee into a really messed up episode of Criminal Minds or CSI or something...

ANYWHO! I hope you enjoy the random bloodiness (well, not that much blood really) of the first (that I've ever found) murdering and insane Glee fanfic!

"Blaine, what happened?" Tina asked as she and the rest of the New Directions ran up to the dark haired boy. Blaine had his head down and one hand behind his back as he slowly walked back into the front room. There was blood splattered all across the front of his shirt and his visible arm was covered in it.

Puck was the first person to walk towards him. "Blaine?" Puck grabbed the arm still behind Blaine's back, and pulled it forward. Clenched tightly in Blaines' even bloodier hand, there was a kitchen knife. Puck took a step back and the knife clattered to the ground. Blaine sank to his knees and buried his face in his hands, blood mixing with the tears that were running down his cheeks.

Tina ran forward and knelt next to him, putting an arm around his shoulder. Mercedes followed suit on his other side.

"Blaine, what happened?" Tina asked him softly, gently taking his hands and pulling them away from his face.

He looked at Tina, his expression such a mix of emotions beneath the smeared blood that Tina couldn't tell what he was feeling. He opened his mouth like he was about to say something, but nothing came out. He shook his head and tried to cover his face again. Tina wrapped her other arm around him and felt him shaking. Mercedes stood up as someone came running down the stairs.

"Kurt's dead! He… There's blood all over the floor and Kurt's…" Puck was pale as he came to stand with the others. The New Directions all looked at Blaine, covered in blood, shaking and crying.

"Blaine? Did you…?" Santana said, taking Brittany's hand. Tina let go of Blaine as he raised his head to look at everyone gathered around him.

"I, I had to. Kurt… he was, insane! I don't know what he was doing!" With every syllable, Blaine's voice shook. He seemed to grow paler as he spoke and he was visibly shaking. "He… he told me what he did. I tried to talk to him, to help him, but he had the knife and…" With that he closed his eyes and shook his head. Mercedes hand flew to her mouth and Sam took her hand, Mike pulled Tina into a hug as she started crying and Quinn, Santana and Brittany moved closer together.

Puck was the only one who didn't seem to change with Blaine's words. "What did he do?" he asked.

Blaine shook his head again and shifted so his knees were pressed against his chest. He wrapped his arms around his legs and pressed his face into his knees. It was then that Puck saw that Blaine was bleeding from a gash that ran from under his armpit to his lower back.

"Someone call an ambulance," Puck said, looking from Mike to Sam before he crouched down in front of Blaine. Sam pulled his phone out of his pocket and walked into the other room to call.

"We need to know what happened, Blaine," Puck said, shaking the other boys shoulder.

Blaine raised his head, looking from one person to the next. Tina, still crying, Mike, looking worried but keeping it together, Mercedes, who looked like she could break down any second, Quinn, Santana and Brittany, who all looked scared, and finally back to Puck.

Blaine closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Despite his eyes being closed, tears still leaked out. He slowly let out the breath and started speaking slowly. "He said it started just after nationals…"

Kurt Hummel walked down the McKinley halls with his head low, trying to avoid catching the eyes of any of the jocks who had made the New Directions lives even worse since they came 12th at Nationals. He reached his locker safely and shoved his books inside, pulling out his bag before heading to their last glee meeting for the year. He was heading to the choir room when he saw Karofsky walking towards him. Kurt was still unsure of his relationship with his old tormentor, despite his efforts leading up to the prom. He had heard a rumour that Karofsky was changing schools, and this was the first time Kurt had seen him since Karofsky had run out of the prom before the king and queens dance.

That brought a faint smile to Kurt's lips as he thought of Blaine stepping in, being the perfect knight in shining armour for the prom 'queen'. When Karofsky wouldn't look at Kurt as he walked by, Kurt decided to go and talk to him, to figure out whether Karofsky had meant everything he'd done.

Kurt found Karofsky in the weights room. He had just started a set of bench presses, without someone spotting for him Kurt noticed. When Kurt walked over to him Karofsky put the weight back onto its stand and sat up. He looked at Kurt and shrugged his shoulders slightly.

"I heard you were transferring," Kurt said to him.

"Yeah, for the start of next year," Karofsky replied, his voice emotionless.

"Why?"

"Why do you think?" Karofsky said sourly, turning back towards his weights.

"So you're just going to leave? After everything you did?" Kurt wasn't really surprised, but he had thought that Karofsky had changed, at least a little.

Karofskys' only response was to lie back down and start to lift the weights again. Kurt sighed and turned, heading back to the hallway. Just before he walked through the doorway, he said, "I actually thought you'd try,"

As the door was about to click shut behind him, Kurt heard a strange thump. He turned around and pushed the door open again. Kurt looked over at Karofsky and saw him struggling to lift the weight bar from where it had fallen onto his neck.

Kurt hesitated for a second, suddenly remembering every horrible thing Karofsky had ever said to him, every shove in the hallways for no reason. But it was only a few seconds.

Kurt dashed forward, throwing his bag to the side. He frantically tried to lift the weight bar from Karofsky's neck, but one end was tilted downwards and had gotten caught behind the leg of the table. Kurt tried to push the bar from the other end, but it was jammed too tight for him to move it. He glanced at Karofsky's face which was rapidly turning purple and ran out of the room, calling for someone to help.

He reached a corner and tripped as he ran around it, stumbling into Finn Hudson.

"Whoa, I don't think I've seen you run so fast since Burt let you choose curtains for the lounge room," Finn said, helping Kurt back to his feet.

Kurt shook his head and grabbed Finn's hand, pulling around the corner.

"What're you doing, Kurt?" Rachel said catching up and pulling Finn to a stop.

"Hurry up! Karofsky's dying!" Kurt practically screamed it at them, letting go of Finn and running back towards the weights room.

"What?" Finn said, running after Kurt, Rachel trailing behind. "Kurt! What's going on?"

Finn practically crashed through the door as he followed Kurt into the room. Kurt was pulling on the weight again, trying to unjam it.

"Finn, help me!" He yelled, his voice cracking.

Finn moved forward and grabbed Kurt's arm, pulling him away from the still form of David Karofsky. Finn grabbed the weight on the upwards tilted end and with grunt he heaved it out of the way. Kurt ran forward again, feeling for a pulse.

Rachel ran into the room, followed by Will Schuester and Emma Pillsbury.

"All three of you need to go wait outside," Mr Schue told the students, with Miss Pillsbury herding them out of the room.

Kurt looked back once more at Karofsky, feeling completely sick inside. Why couldn't he have just run faster?

"Blaine! Come on buddy!" Puck shook Blaine's shoulder as the younger boys head drooped. Blaine pulled away and tried to cover his face once more.

"Puck, that's enough!" Tina said, pushing Puck away from Blaine.

"We need to know what happened!" Puck replied, glancing over to where the others were. He looked back as Tina knelt beside Blaine again.

"Puck, no! Blaine just passed out because of this! You can't expect any more from him. Or from any of us right now!" Tina almost yelled back.

"No, he's right," Blaine said quietly, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. "I just… None of you understand what was going through his head. I can't let you think that Kurt-"

"Stop. You don't have to say anything like that," Mercedes cut him off, "And Tina's right. The ambulance will be here any minute anyway,"

Blaine didn't reply and Puck just walked to the front door, half hanging off the door frame as he lent out. Blaine stood up quickly, wanting to move away from everyone. As he stood he bit back a curse, the pain from where Kurt had- Where he'd been cut earlier. He didn't want to think about it. He just wanted to disappear. There was no way that Kurt had really done it. But mostly, Blaine just didn't want to believe what he'd had to do.

Blaine took an unsteady step towards the kitchen and felt his head spin. He could hear someone saying something, but the words didn't register. He blinked, wondering why the room seemed to blur and sway, and then the floor seemed to move rapidly closer, before everything just stopped.

AHAHAHAHAH! I hope you enjoyed that! Please review and if you like, you can request a character to die, and if I can work it into the storyline I'll do it!

I will update as soon as possible!