"Any signs of him?" Wes called out from down the hall, shocking the two Warblers.

Jeff swallowed and looked over at Nick. Nick was clutching his chest and sighing out of fright. Nick called out back to his fellow Warbler, "Not yet."

"He better get here soon! Or we're going to have to do this without him!"

Shortly later, a pair of lights traveled over the walls and the Warblers faces. Nick and Jeff heard a car turning off and a door slam. When Nick went to check to see who it was, he immediately indicated Jeff to tell Wes in the other room that Kurt was finally here.

Kurt checked his directions to make sure he was at the right place, but he couldn't find a matching address number on the building. He huffed and shuffled out of the car into the chilly air. Fall was coming and he could definitely feel the effect. He quickly got his jacket, checked that he had his knife in the pocket and closed the door before walking his way to the building.

Wes told him that he'd meet him here, but he saw no signs of life anywhere. Well, except for the run down red truck over there in the ditch. For some reason, the truck looked familiar to him, but he then reminded himself that in the land of Ohio, there were many farmers driving trucks. When he reached the door, he was a little nervous that the door was ajar. He dared himself to enter and found himself in a large, deserted hall immediately.

Kurt softly closed the door behind him, being careful as to not make a lot of noise. He was suddenly aware of how loud his breathing was and tried his best to breathe softly. Walking a few steps he saw majestic chandeliers over his head and large, over-the-top murals on the walls. This building was beautiful inside and out. Just as he was about to go and look at the murals closer, he jumped- "Kurt!"

Kurt turned around to find Wes approaching him from the shadows, "You scared me!" Kurt chuckled lightly, "Where's the others? They said they'd be here right?"

Nick and Jeff came from the shadows, both with pouches. Kurt waved to both of them, hoping to strike easy conversation to calm his nervosa. The two Warblers nodded towards Kurt.

"Do you have your weapon of choice?" Wes asked.

Nick brought out a knife and Jeff brought out a rope. Everyone just stared at Jeff and his rope.

Wes came closer to the blonde and held his shoulder, "A slow painful death, I detect? Possibly by hanging them or choking them?"

Jeff shrugged his shoulders in defeat, "I don't know."

"No! No! Good intentions!" Wes nodded, "We'll find something for you."

Jeff looked over to Nick for reassurance in which Nick returned with a smile and nod.

"Kurt?" Wes started again, "Your weapon of choice?" he began walking towards him.

Kurt held out a large steak knife, "I was thinking of a power tool from my dad's car garage, but it was too bulky."

"And possibly a little too noisy," Wes added, "We don't want to attract attention and get caught. Remember that," he patted Kurt's shoulder. Kurt nodded and hung on to every word he said. He wanted to make sure he was doing everything correctly.

"Everyone ready to go?" Wes checked around with the young men. After a collective nod, the men followed Wes outside in the chilly air to the truck that Kurt saw in the ditch. The seating was a tight squeeze inside; to the point that Nick and Jeff were sitting on top of each other on the ride to the destination. Kurt in the middle and Wes being the driver.

The drive was dark yet quick. Just a short drive into the woods by a nearby campsite. Wes parked towards a gap between the trees for a quick getaway after they were done. Far off, Kurt saw yellow triangles. They were tents lit up from the fires outside or lanterns and flashlights inside. All the men got out of the truck quickly but quietly with their weapons and walked to the nearest hiding place by the campsite.

After hunching behind a couple of fallen trees, they settled down and Wes began describing the Dalton System and everyone's Methods to Kurt. Jeff and Nick were made to listen and watch out for any victims trailing off their path.

Wes decribed that the usual killer of the week is the second lead soloist, being that Blaine was always the lead and whenever the soloist went off to perform the Dalton System, they had a Method of going about their practices and that there was also Layers of quality killing performance, "For example," Wes began to describe, "my Method is known as The Gavel or simply, Gavel. This is because I only use this..." he pulled out his gavel used for Warbler meetings in the Common Room, "to kill my victims."

"Only... a block of wood with a stick attached to it?" Kurt raised his eyebrow.

Wes smiled softly and nodded, "That's also why I'm one of the Masters."

"Masters?" Kurt repeated.

"In short," Wes continued, "there are three Layers to becoming a professional killer or a Master. First, there's Newbies, which is you, plus Nick and Jeff. Newbies tend to be very sloppy and just learning the ropes. That's why I'm training you three now. So you all can get better and get higher on the Layers and possibly get your own method of killing people. After the Newbies are the Randoms and they are simply just bettering their Methods. Practicing per se. Basically, they have to fully learn the craft and never mess up. Ever. After Randoms, are the Masters. The best of the best. We never mess up, have our own Methods down to a tee and start training Newbies when they start getting in this whole mess. Any questions?" Wes finished with a bright smile.

"Umm," Kurt hesitated, "Just a couple... Umm, what's everyone's Methods? How do you find out your own? And I thought they," he indicated towards Nick and Jeff, "were already here for a while. Why are they Newbies?"

"Good questions," Wes said as he looked over the logs to check to see if any victims may be nearing soon, but alas there were none yet; all still by the campfire, "Nick and Jeff are Newbies still because they tend to leave messes and trails after their killing sprees. They're good at what they do, it's just... they're messy and they need to figure that part out. Sorry guys, but it's true."

The two other Warblers peered around Kurt to give Wes a dirty look. Wes pointed to the campsite, "You guys need to be paying attention." When the other two went back to watching for victims, Wes continued to answer Kurt's questions, "And Methods? Well, I'll try my best to remember some... Like I said before, mine is Gavel because that and my hands are all I use to kill."

"I still can't believe you can kill with only a gavel, but okay," Kurt interjected.

"You'll have to see- you know what? How about tonight I show you? Eh?"

Kurt shrugged and nodded in agreement, wanting to hear more about how everyone gets the job done.

"David, another Master, is the Detective because he only kills bad people. He actually researches people weeks in advance, like a detective and only goes after the people who have done bad or are in jail for horrible crimes. It's just one of the morals he has," Wes shrugged.

"So he sometimes kills people who have killed other people? Would that be..." Kurt didn't finish his sentence. He was busy in his mind trying to figure out how to say what he wanted.

"Let's just say, no one ever asks him about it and we just let him do his thing," Wes finished Kurt's thought then continued on with his own, "Then we have Thad, our last Master. We call him Lunatic because... well, he is. No one has ever seen him doing his Method, not even Blaine, but I've heard he goes absolutely nuts and not only kills one person, but everyone in the vicinity. He's almost... no, is similar to Jekyll and Hyde. Jekyll is out for the day and during school, but we have to lock him up at night to make sure Hyde doesn't go running around at night."

Kurt's eyes wided as he gulped. What was he getting into? All for a boy he started having feelings for just fairly recently? Maybe he was starting to go crazy. He vowed to himself that he would never become crazy within this killing universe, "Anybody else?"

"Well, most of the Randoms are still perfecting their Method or just simply trying to find out what their Method is. However, Trent is catching onto something. I told him early on that people can't just keep killing with knives. It gets boring, fast. So he decided to volunteer at a funeral home and steal the bodies out of the caskets after the services. We're still trying to find a name for him. I think Grave Robber will do the trick."

"So, the funeral homes are burying empty caskets?" Kurt asked.

Wes nodded silently. Suddenly, Nick tugged at Kurts shirt, "Guys, look!"

All the boys jumped and peered over the logs. Kurts legs were hurting more than ever after crouching for so long. But he stopped thinking about the pain after he heard a girls laughter traveling through the trees. She was drunk and they could tell by her incoherent babbling and clumsy walk. This is going to be easy, Wes thought.

"Guys," Wes started, "I want all three of you to stay in your places and watch."

"You're going to only use that?" Kurt indicated the gavel once more.

"You'll see," Wes winked and went towards the girl.

"Watch, he's good," Nick whispered.

"He was telling me that he's a Master," Kurt informed them.

"Yep," Jeff nodded, "I want to be a Master so bad..."

Kurt turned to just catch the beginning. Wes immediately grabbed the female from behind with his left arm and uses the gavels handle to stab her in the chest. Just once was all it took to slow her down. Wes put his left hand on the females mouth to prevent noise from escaping. The female fumbled to the ground slowly as Wes pushed the gavel into her chest harder each passing moment. Little by little, blood started seeping down her shirt. After a few more shakes and quivers from the dying female, the life in her eyes went out and her eyes zoned out fully.

Wes nodded towards Nick and Jeff. They both got up and got a pouch opened to pull out a large bag. Kurt watched as all three stuffed the girl into the bag and zipped her up. Because the killing was done by Wes, there was no mess to clean up. But Kurt's training would begin momentarily when a name was being called out, "Cheryl!"

The three men quicky hid the body behind the logs where their hiding space was and watched as the male came up through the woods.

"Now, Kurt, you're going to do this killing," Wes ordered, "and Nick, Jeff, you're going to be cleaning up after him because I know he's going to make a mess."

"Me... Me?" Kurt's breathing quickened. He didn't know it was going to be this quick.

"Yes," Wes nodded, "Now make sure you're quiet. You don't want to be caught and don't worry. I'll jump in if it looks like you need help. Now go." Nick and Jeff got the other bag ready as they waited for Kurt to go in for the kill.

As Kurt was walking towards the searching male, he got out his knife, but fumbled it to the ground. The camping male turned around and saw Kurt, "Hey! Who are you? What are you doing here?"

In a panic, Kurt quickly picked up the knife, slicing his palm open and ran after the camper in a frenzy. He pushed the camper into a tree and began stabbing him over and over. Blood was splattering everywhere including his face and clothes. Kurt kept stabbing via Alfred Hitchcock's Psycho until the campers yells and screams stopped and he became a slump on the ground.

He was breathing hard as he looked down at his first kill. A hand clasped on his shoulder, "That was probably the closest I've seen to Thad's Method. Good work, Kurt," Wes congratulated.

Kurt tasted the metallic blood on his lips from his killing earlier that night. He was in the presence of Blaine and the two victims. Blaine observed the bodies and smiled.

"You just couldn't stab him once, eh Kurt?" he chuckled.

Kurt smiled and chuckled as well. He was shaking and nervous about Blaine's opinion. He wanted to impress him more than ever. He knew the feeling now, he was madly in love with this cannibal.

"Good job," Blaine said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Kurt felt his breathing becoming awkward. Not now, not in front of Blaine. Don't be an awkward mess now.

"Kurt," Blaine continued, moving closer to Kurt till he was face to face with him, "Would... you like to have a meal with me?"

The killer hesitated before nodding and sitting next to the cannibal. Then, so quickly, he felt a pair of lips on his cheek. He looked over to Blaine just as he was pulling away, "Thank you again."

Kurt bit his lip and saw Blaine smile. Before they dug into the flesh, Blaine gave Kurt another kiss, but this one was truly on his lips.