The freshman's carcass lay upon a cutting table within the academy's kitchen. The carcass thus further upon plastic wrapping for easy clean up. The freshman's eyelids were slightly open, but all of the life and light within those eyes were far gone. The chest was cut open down the middle with the flesh parted to the sides, leaving the organs to be seen. Instead of just dining on the internal organs as he was doing for the past thirty minutes, Blaine took his knife that he carried with him at all times and shaved off a sliver of the carcass' thigh.

Blaine dropped the knife onto the plastic covering and stared upon the meat in his hand, blood dripping down his wrists to his elbows. Then off onto the table. Blaine licked as much of the blood off of his arm as he could, then licked his lips with anticipation. The metallic taste growing on his lips as his eyes dialated. He finally took half of the sliver into his mouth and gnawed onto the now cold meat until it split in half. Blaine glared to his left to see if anyone was walking around the school cooridors in the middle of the night as he chewed the cold meat.

He knew that if anyone besides the Warblers were to catch him, he would have to act fast. He could either put his trusty knife to good use or possibly play the nice, darling student that most knew him as during school hours and the day. Hardly anyone knew of this Blaine, not even his family. When the density of the meat was enough to finally swallow, he gave the notion a go. He felt the thick meat go down his throat and trail down to his stomach slowly. Blaine could feel the meat thud onto the bottom of his stomach and settle. He inhaled deeply, smelling the metallic fumes through the air. He picked up his knife and cleaned the blade with a cloth from the kitchen counters. After slipping the knife away within his blazer pocket, he licked his lips fully clean as he looked down upon the carcass again. He would have to save this one for a couple more meals.

Blaine looked down upon his watch and saw that it was two-thirty in the morning. At three in the morning, the Warblers would have to clean the area that he left, blood, carcass and all. The kitchen would be spotless later in the morning as if nothing suspicious happened within the academy at all.

What Blaine and the Warblers had, they called, The Dalton System. The system starts off with the favorited Warbler or the semi-soloist of the week finding a body for Blaine. (The semi-soloist only because Blaine was always the soloist for the Warblers. That never changed.) The body that the chosen Warbler found would then be put on the cutting table in the school's kitchen at Midnight every night and left there until three in the morning. This lead to Blaine having three hours to devour every night. Sometimes Blaine would only have a little and not be that hungry, then sometimes, it would be opposite and Blaine would have fed on most of the body. There were only two instances that the Warblers would have had to find a second body for Blaine to dine. When three o'clock comes around, the chosen Warbler would have to hide the body if it wasn't finished or discard the body if Blaine was fully done. Blaine being a Junior, meant that the lead Warbler was practicing this for three years now and counting...

Once again, another Warbler meeting was adjourned. The young, uniformed men would continue their meeting the next day shortly before practice. Mumbling and grumbling would sound through-out the halls of the academy. The men would start conversing about their lives outside of the academy walls, mostly other practices such as music, sports and arts; their families, girlfriends, boyfriends, lovers; vacations coming up at the end of the year. Anything to send their minds off of the latest rehearsal they had just completed.

The Warblers sat within a circle on the couches and chairs. There was also a table at the head of the circle with a chair that resembled a throne on the opposite side of the table. Wes, Thad and David sat at the head of the room, the table. Wes always with gavel at hand. Blaine however, sat in the 'throne' as the chair was called. No one ever sat in his chair, ever. The notion was unheard of! If Blaine was gone that day due to illness and such, the throne was simply not sat upon.

Blaine however, was in the meeting today. His swinging legs were cast over the arm rest as his back was laying on the opposite arm rest. He rested his elbow on his legs below and rested his chin upon his fist as he looked off to nowhere in particular. He knew whatever he said, the Warblers did. No one opposed to what Blaine had to say, ever. There was one case and well... Blaine licked his lips and remembered the sweet taste of his skin. It was then apparent that all the Warblers listened to what Blaine said, did what Blaine wanted and got anything his heart desired out of fear and not wanting to become his next meal. It was simple and everyone understood.

"Hey Blaine!" Trent called out. Blaine shook his head and blinked a few times before turning to listen to his fellow Warbler, "We're going out for food afterwards, would you like come?"

Blaine silently nodded. Trent nodded in reassurance and went to the kitchens to prepare a meal to take for Blaine. Shortly afterwards, as the young men were getting ready to leave, Trent arrived with a brown paper bag full of meat sandwiches and handed the bag to Blaine. Blaine looked inside to see two thick sandwiches. He looked towards Trent and nodded in approval.