The other boy was finishing the last of his preparation of his coffee concoction. How much sugar did he need? Blaine thought. Finally, after what seemed like a few more minutes, Kurt came over to the table with his coffee and breakfast, a bagel covered with creme cheese and some fruit slices.

"I don't want to eat too much. I have a solo today," Kurt explained.

Blaine nodded and brought out his trusted brown bag. Inside was his meat slices that he decided to eat plain today. He realized shorty as he chewed that teenagers, especially of the athletic type, tended to be more lean. Blaine looked up to see Kurt with his head to the side, just staring at Blaine's breakfast.

"What... What is that?" Kurt started, "Is that the same thing you were eating yesterday?" As Kurt was looking at Blaine's breakfast, he noticed his right index and middle fingers had scars on them.

"Uhh..." Blaine hesitated and quickly looked around before answering.

Should I tell Kurt the truth or would that scare him away? I never told anyone outside of the Warblers before. But I like him, would he feel the same way?

"If it is, it's alright," Kurt's voice came back into hearing.

"Oh!" Blaine chuckled and fixed his collar, "Kurt... Can I tell you something?"

Kurt chewed on his bagel quickly then swallowed, "Sure, anything!"

Blaine beckoned Kurt to come closer then said softly, "I eat people. I'm a cannibal."

Kurt stared at Blaine wide-eyed and sat back fully in his chair. After a few seconds, Blaine was sure that he was going bail and run, but instead he was shocked as Kurt started laughing. Kurt covered his mouth to make sure bits of his breakfast didn't fly. After his laughing slowly died down, he wiped his tears from his eyes, "No, seriously Blaine."

Blaine cleared his throat and smirked, "It's true," he shrugged and took a sip of his coffee.

Kurt's jaw went agape after he gulped. He's telling the truth. Or is he pulling my strings still?

"Seriously?" Kurt confirmed. Blaine nodded and finished off his coffee and last bite of breakfast. This felt so wonderful compared to eating so early in the morning, "So.. So that 'turkey' I ate... was..." Kurt looked around before finishing, "human flesh?"

Blaine slowly nodded, a small smirk drawing upon his face again. He leaned into his coat and pulled out a pad of paper and pen. Kurt curiously noticed that the scribbled something on the paper. Were those numbers? Blaine folded the paper after he was done and hid the note under his plate.

"Did you enjoy it?" Blaine blinked.

"Did I... enjoy it? The... flesh?" Kurt questioned.

Blaine silently nodded and arched his brow.

Kurt shrugged and pursed his lips, "Well..." What should I say? Now that I think about it, I don't know if I really enjoyed it or not. Does that mean I need to try it again? "to be honest, it was extremely chewy." Kurt took the last bite of his bagel to get the taste of flesh off of his tongue.

Blaine shrugged and lowered his brow, "You'll get used to it."

Kurt choked at Blaine's last remark. He began wheezing and coughing down the creamy bread. Blaine held out a napkin for him, to which Kurt grabbed and whiped his mouth with when he managed to get the food down safely, "Used to it? That's a little bold to assume I'm going to eat it again," Kurt remarked.

Kurt saw that Blaine's bright eyes quickly fluttered dark and the smirk had faded from his face.

"Well..." Kurt hesitated, "I mean... that when I decide to try your meat again. It's... it's an acquired taste," he drooped his face and looked straight into the other boy's eyes from across the table.

Blaine raised his chin, "So.. you'd be willing to try again?"

Kurt looked at his coffee and took a sip before replying, "Sure."

Blaine sat back in his seat fully, soaking it all in. Another boy, willing to try human flesh again. Willing to be around him. Someone else other than a Warbler. This was something Blaine wanted for a very long time. Fortunately, Kurt took him out of the zone he was in when he asked, "So, what made you start eating... this?" he nodded towards his empty plate, splashed with bits and drips of red, "And... I couldn't help but notice your fingers..." he wiggled his right hand fingers to further communicate his statement.

Blaine sighed, remembering the day exactly. He looked off and licked his lips. After, he folded his hands together in front of him and looked Kurt in the eyes, "When I was younger..."

Poor, little Blaine fell off his bike for the umpteenth time today. Good thing his parents put elbow pads, knee pads and a helmet on him earlier, or he would have been more of a mess than he was now. His father quickly picked him up to check if he was okay.

Blaine showed his father that his hands were scrapped the most. Cuts and scrapes were growing all over them, blood starting to drip down his fingers. He just stared and fawned over the red covering his hands as his father picked him up and took him inside to his mother.

Mama Anderson cooed over her son and put him on the kitchen counter. She quickly got her First Aid kit from the nearest bathroom and rushed over back to her son. Blaine was intently staring at his bloody hands again and was close to putting his fingers in his mouth.

"Blainey, no!" his mother quickly pulled his fingers away and began sterilizing them.

The burns from the rubbing alcohol scorched his fingers as he yelped, "Mama!"

"I know it hurts right now," she started, "but it'll stop soon. Mommy promises."

Blaine's father got the bandages ready for his wife to use and laid them on the table. Blaine looked over as his father did just that. He stared up at his father with the biggest brown eyes, "Will they hurt daddy?"

His father smiled and shook his head, "No."

"Okay, I'm ready for the Band-Aid's," his mother said gently as she backed up a bit all while still holding onto Blaine's hands.

His father delicately wrapped the bandages around all the cuts until they were all gone from view. Blaine had a total of four, two on each finger; his index and middle.

"You better now?" Mama Anderson cooed as she swiped Blaine's fringe off of his face. Blaine looked up at his mother and nodded quickly. Mama started again, "Alright then, go play," she set him back on the floor.

Blaine quickly started running around after his toys and began playing again, like the accident never happened. Later on however, when his parents were in the kitchen again, this time making dinner, Blaine got curious. He wanted to see what was under the bandages now that the cuts had been hidden from him for some time now.

After struggling a little at the sticky adhesive, the bandage slid off. His skin was pale white and wrinkly around his bright red cut. The cut was slowly growing into a scab. Now children at his age tend to see what new things are by tasting them... and that's exactly what Blaine did. He put his cut at his lips and immediately felt liquid, presumably blood on his lips. He licked them clean and found the taste was yucky at first, but grew fond on him. Blaine began biting to get more of the liquid that he was beggining to desire. He quickly ripped off the bandage and began gnawing on the other cut as well. Sometimes, getting tiny chunks of flesh on his tongue.

Soon his parents came out of the kitchen, curious as to why Blaine wasn't making noise anymore and saw his chewing...

"They quickly picked me up and washed off what I'd done," Blaine was finishing his story, "Redoing the bandages," he shrugged.

Kurt, who's chin was in his palm, elbow on the table, was gazing at Blaine as he told his story, "So... You began eating yourself?"

Blaine nodded, "In a way. I kept finding ways to chew on my scabs," he wiggled his right fingers, "even though my mom and dad kept feeding me animal meat, I'd still be curious about human meat."

"When did you officially stop eating animal meat?" Kurt ate an orange slice.

"Summer before Freshman year."

"So, three years ago?"

"Two years and four months... ish," Blaine corrected, "I told the Warblers when we all got together and they've helped me ever since."

"They just helped you like that?" Kurt snapped his fingers.

"Well," Blaine began to smirk, "When one of them was about to tell and began to run out of a meeting. I quickly chased him, pulled him back into Common Room," Blaine inhaled deeply, "and finished him off."

Kurt was stonefaced. He blinked in front a few times.

"In front of everyone," Blaine further emphasized his point. Kurt's eyes got wider. Blaine continued, "Then no one ever objected to me again- ah well, there was that other Warbler when he joined. He was rid of quickly because he was loud about it. Literally, screaming."

Blaine checked his watch and saw that he was running a few minutes behind to get to school. He took the paper from under the plate and stood up, gathering his items, "You're not freaked out are you?"

"No," Kurt shook his head.

Blaine grinned, "Good." He slid the piece of paper to Kurt, across the table, "Hope to see you again. Break a leg on your solo," he then walked away. Out the door and vanished, nowhere to be seen.

Kurt took the paper out of his pocket again and smiled at the number and name scrawled upon with black ink. The best part about this breakfast was that Blaine was the first person in the longest of times that actually paid attention to what he said. He actually remembered that he had a solo today after their conversation.

Kurt remembered when he had a crush on Finn. How he had butterflies and felt gushy all the time, but with Blaine, those feelings were the same, but a thousand times better and stronger. These feelings came upon him so fast. He's even started scribbling his name all over his journals as well as "Mr. Kurt Anderson" and variations of the like.

He heard his name being called by Mr. Shuester, "You are just out of the zone today, Kurt. Are you ready for your solo or do you need more daydreaming?"

He wouldn't mind the daydreaming, but alas, he had to get an assignment done. He stood up and went to te front of the class to begin his solo this week. As he looked into the audience of Glee members, he pretended that Blaine was in the seat next to his. Hopefully, his now imaginary boyfriend would like this piece.