Two weeks later, things were going great. The relationship was progressing swimmingly (Kurt couldn’t help but smirk to himself at the thought of exactly how well it was going, and what events may or may not have happened in the stairwell of Blaine’s apartment and in a Katz’s restroom) and Kurt felt for the first time that maybe he finally had a chance. Kurt went to bed happy one night, pretending his lover was right beside him, caressing the sheets and pillowcase. And then he had a dream. And it featured none other than Dave Karofsky, looking more dangerous than ever. Kurt couldn’t even describe the expression on Dave’s face: he was smiling, but it was a crude mockery of the charming smiles that graced Blaine’s face every day. And that smile that matched with those eyes – Kurt knew what that meant, there was only one thing there: unhindered lust. He watched in horror as Dave conjured up a stage and a spotlight and a guitar out of smoky air, all the while unblinkingly staring at Kurt. He licked his lips before clearing his throat and starting to speak.

“So you like serenades, Kurt?” He strummed the guitar and started to sing:

Don't drink the water here...

Come out, come out, no use in hiding.
Come now, come now, can you not see
There's no place here, what were you expecting?
No room for both, just room for me.

So you will lay your arms down,
Yes, I will call this home.

Away, away, you have been banished.
Your land is gone, and given to me.

And here I will spread my wings.
Yes, I will call this home.

What's this you say, you feel a right to remain?
Then stay and I will bury you.

What's that you say, your father's spirit still lives in this place?
Well, I will silence you.

Here's the hitch, your horse is leaving.
Don't miss your boat, it's leaving now.

And as you go I will spread my wings.
Yes, I will call this home.
I have no time to justify to you,
Fool, you're blind, move aside for me.

All I can say to you my new neighbor,
You must move on or I will bury you.

Now as I rest my feet by this fire
Those hands once warmed here, but I have retired them.
I can breathe my own air and I can sleep more soundly
Upon these poor souls,
I'll build Heaven and call it home
Cause you're all dead now

I live with my justice
And I live with my greedy need
I live with no mercy
And I live with my frenzied feeding
I live with my hatred
And I live with my jealousy
I live with the notion that I don't need anyone but me

Don't Drink the Water
Don't Drink the Water
Blood in the water
Don't Drink the Water

Dave’s eyes, which had been locked on Kurt’s the whole time, flicked away from his to glance pointedly at the corner of the room. There was a table there that Kurt hadn’t seen before, it looked like a prom table with glittery decorations and a cheesy mermaid sculpture and three large punch bowls. Kurt suddenly found himself in front of the table staring into the punch bowls; they were filled with a viscous crimson liquid that of course was blood and when Kurt looked up he saw the mermaid wasn’t a mermaid at all, it was Blaine’s crumpled, mangled body on a plastic pedestal, bruised, bleeding into the punch bowls – Kurt grabbed Blaine’s hand because he didn’t know what else to do, but when he did it was limp and cold and would never play guitar again and Kurt woke up screaming so loudly his lungs burned; he kept on screaming, harder, louder, faster, even when he was awake.