He couldn't believe that Mr. Shuester sent him here to take care of these forms. Wasn't he supposed to be taking care of these? He was the teacher! Plus, to add lemon juice to the gash, Mercedes blew him off, yet again.

Just as Kurt folded his arms and cocked his head to the side, he caught glimpse of blue suit dressed men joining the line behind him. He could tell here were a handful, four at the most, behind him. What caught him off gaurd though was the fact that they stopped their conversation as they joined the line. Kurt sighed again as he figured that they probably were staring at his fashion sense in shock, or most likely horror. This was Ohio, first and foremost.

He looked behind him to have a quick look of who these people were. He wanted to make sure he could idenitify their faces just in case... What he came across was four men, three of them smirking while the other had his mouth open a little agape. The too-much-hair-gelled, brown-eyed, slightly-tan boy who had his mouth agape looked like a toddler seeing a magical creature for the first time. Kurt furrowed his eyebrows and turned back to the line in front of him. He quickly walked forward and filled the gap, hoping that these sign-ups wouldn't take long. The boys behind him filled up the gap as well, one of them accidentally bumping into him. This would be the longest wait time known to man.

"Alright, let's just get in and out," Jeff said, "I'm starving."

"Pft! You're telling me!" Nick nudged Jeff in the ribs.

Blaine gave them a dark, cold glare, lips turning tighter.

"Oh," Jeff spoke again, "Sorry, forgot that you haven't eaten since 1am."

"Come on guys," Trent began, "Focus! I don't want to stand around here all day."

All four men traveled through the crowd to find the ending of the line. Naturally, the line ended on the other side of the room. They all clambered through the crowd, finally catching up. A young male in a white shirt, black pants and suspenders joined the line just moments before they did. Blaine observed the young male as he was muttering profanities and folding his arms.

Blaine had felt this feeling once before, but it was so long ago. His stomach rumbled and his breath quickened. He didn't feel hungry anymore, but what was the rumbling for? Just as he caught his surroundings again, the boy in front of him furrowed his eyebrows and turned away.

As the four of them filled in the gap, Trent asked, "Are we thinking of dining on him tonight, Blaine?" Jeff and Nick intently listened before Trent accidentally bumped into Blaine's interest, "Oops!"

"I... I..." Blaine says quietly, the other three leaning in to hear him, "I want to dine with him."

Jeff quickly got his knife out of his pocket and held the blade at the ready. Trent and Nick were ready to pounce so the victim couldn't get away.

"No, no guys!" Blaine pulled them in, in a hushed tone, "Not dine on him. Dine with him."

The three young men were thoroughly confused as they all filled the gap yet again. Blaine watched as the boy ahead of them went on to sign his team up for the competitions, "Gentlemen, sign us up as I go have a talk with him."

The three of them silently nodded as Blaine followed the young man who walked away from the counter. Hopefully they weren't that dim-witted to understand how to sign a piece of paper. The young man ahead of Blaine pulled out his phone and looked at the screen as he was walking. Blaine decided that this was another chance.

Blaine walked a little more faster and 'accidentally' bumped into him walking past, making the young man drop his phone. The device slid a little past Blaine. He picked the device up and swiftly turned around to hand it back to the fuming student, "I'm sorry about that. I didn't mean for you to drop your phone."

The other sighed and took his phone back, "It's alright, I guess," he checked to see if it was damaged in any way.

Blaine kept his right hand out and slid his left in his pocket, "Nice to meet you. I'm Blaine," he stared directly into the students eyes, waiting for a response.

"Kurt," Kurt said quickly and shook Blaine's hand at the same rate, however, Kurt softened his stance, "Nice to meet you too, I guess."

The boys let go of each others hands as Blaine asked, "What team are you on?"

Kurt was taken aback. How do you just randomly ask a stranger which team their on? That's their own business!

Blaine cleared his throat at the apparent shock Kurt had given, "Which school choir?"

Kurt gulped. Boy did he feel like an idiot! "New Directions."

Blaine nodded, "The Dalton Academy Warblers."

Kurt gasped, "They're... They're like rockstars of the choir... dom."

Blaine chuckled and nodded, "That is what they say," he shrugged his shoulders, "Hey," he changed the pace of conversation, staring at Kurt's bewildered state, "Would you like to have lunch?" he turned and pointed to the food mart down the hall, behind him, "I mean, if you're not busy!"

Kurt softly nodded, "Sure," he smiled.

The other three Warblers caught up to them in time to join the conversation. Trent apologized for bumping into Kurt and Kurt forgave him. For since he met Blaine, his anger blew away off his shoulders. Blaine looked at Nick and nodded. Nick smirked and his eyes glowed with anticipation as he began pulling out his knife. Blaine shook his head and jerked it to the side as if he was nudging air, "Go get my lunch!" he hissed.

"Oh," Kurt began again, "You brought your lunch!"

"Yeah," Blaine smiled nervously, "I'm trying not to spend so much."

Jeff stiffled his laughter at the apparent lie Blaine just told, but got ribbed again to hush down. He shrugged his shoulders and mouthed, "What?"

As Nick went off to go get Blaine's trusty brown bag, the rest found a table to lay their items. Kurt decided to go take a look at the menu first, leaving the Warblers behind.

"Blaine, you said you wanted to eat him!" Trent whispered in a hushed tone.

"No! No, I did not!" Blaine shook his head in disbelief, "I said I wanted to dine with him. How many times do I have to tell you! I already told you once!"

"Well," Jeff then started, "You shouldn't have given Nick that look like you wanted him to take care of the guy!"

"I wanted him to get me my lunch," Blaine huffed again, "Thats what the look was for!"

"Well," Trent began again, "Do you want to eat him?"

Blaine leaned back in his chair as Kurt contemplated what he wanted to eat, "I'm not sure. I feel weird about it."

"Weird?" Nick now came into the conversation, putting Blaine's bag on the table, "What do you mean weird? Either you don't want to eat him, or you do!"

"Make up your mind!" Jeff threw his hands on the table.

"Guys! Guys!" Trent interjected, "I think he's getting suspicious! Let's just talk about this later in the car, okay?"

All four of them nodded as Trent, Nick and Jeff went to go take a look at the menu. Kurt was coming towards the table with his meal though. He had a salad prepared for him on his tray and started delicately eating away. Blaine took out his two meat sandwiches that were of his norm. Blaine wanted nothing more than plain flesh and skin, and bread if he decided to eat outside of the Dalton kitchens.

"Turkey?" Kurt questioned Blaine's meal.

Blaine nodded and smiled, "Yeah..."

"Looks different than normal turkey. Looks low-fat or something, can I try some?" Kurt asked.

Blaine gulped at his already chewed bite and nervously handed over his sandwich. Kurt tried at take a small bite from the corner, but had difficultly ripping the meat apart. When he gave his teeth a good pull though, Blaine heard a small rip! from the meat. Kurt chewed for the longest time, Blaine not knowing what the look on his face meant.

When Kurt finally managed to swallow, he licked his lips, tilted his head and had a questionable look on his face, "It was really chewy. Plus tasted really fattening instead of low-fat, like I thought it was going to be. But it's interesting!" he shrugged at the end of his commentary.

Blaine looked over Kurts shoulders and saw all three Warblers with shocked looks on their faces. Blaine shrugged his shoulders and looked at the chairs next to him. The standing Warblers quickly went back to their seats, lunches in tow.

"Thank you for inviting me," Kurt looked upon the Warblers as they all got up from finishing their meals.

"No problem," a few exclaimed.

"Kurt," Blaine called out, "Do you want to have breakfast with me... tomorrow? At the Lima Bean?"

There was a sharp glisten in Blaine's eyes. The other Warblers hesitated to keep walking away from the conversation. They all turned to Kurt and saw him smile and nod.

"What time?"

Blaine gulped, "Since school usually starts at 9, I'll say 8?"

Kurt further nodded, "I'll see you there! Thanks for inviting me again!" He waved and walked toward the main exit.

Nick, Jeff and Trent gathered up on Blaine, "Should we be prepared tomorrow?"

Blaine shook his head, "Nope, it's just him and I."

Later on the next early morning, Blaine was walking down to the kitchens early. He couldn't sleep or focus since he met Kurt. Something about him felt funny, but in a good way. The feeling was as if butterflies were flying about in his stomach. His heart felt like it was going to burst whenever he thought of Kurt.

Blaine remembered he only felt this way one other time long ago. That was when he was in elementary school and saw a pretty girl named Lucy playing near the swings. Blaine's eyes widened when he realized he was in love. Or puppy love at least.

A metallic scent filled his nostrils as he turned the corner into the kitchens. David was preparing the body this week. David gasped as Blaine turned the corner, "You scared me! I didn't expect you this early!"

"Couldn't go to sleep, David," Blaine said calmly, "But that shouldn't be stopping you from getting yours. I'll take care of the rest."

"Do you want me to come back down to put her away?" David said as Blaine pulled out his knife. The somewhat teenage girl on the preparation table had her blonde hair askew and a dark, fearful expression on her face. Her body was a pale blue, which meant that the body was recently killed.

"No," Blaine said softly as his raised his knife high, then stabbed the teenage girl right in the heart. Blood gushed and oozed everywhere.