He thought about the night before. His first killing; witness and doing. His blood was rushing throughout his body... and it felt wonderful. He remembered how the blade felt so right in his hand and how it felt so right to stab.

Last night was a great way to get rid of all the anger building up in him over the past few weeks. He remembered that people usually threated to kill others because of their anger. Well, he actually got to kill. The feeling of the blood seeping on his hands and splashing onto his face and clothes. He didn't care about the condition of his clothes anymore... as long as they weren't too expensive. He also got to feel what it was like for the knife to scratch across his own skin, his palm. The pain's stinging lingered, but was apparent. All of his feelings came clear to him, he liked what happened last night and he wanted to do the notion again. He was smilling and staring straight foward and some students were curious.

"Hey Kurt," Tina started when she leaned over her chair towards him, "You okay?"

Kurt, who kept the smile on his face, slowly nodded.

"What happened?" Tina continued and smiled back.

Kurt inhaled deeply, "Stuff. Just random stuff. Had... fun."

Mercedes was now catching on to Kurt's attitude and was curious herself. She got up from her spot and went to sit next to her friend. Kurt noticed quickly and looked over towards her.

"Hello, Kurt," she said quietly, fixing her dress, "I haven't talked to you for awhile. How's things going?"

Kurt paused and inhaled sharply before replying, "I'm good, Mercedes. Everything's been going peachy."

"Okay," she started, "Normally, when you say peachy, you're angry. What's going on, Kurt? Tell me."

Kurt slowly shook his head, "Absolutely nothing. I just had a fun night last night, that's all."

Mr. Shuester tapped the dry erase board to call everyone's attention. Slowly, people stopped their conversations and looked towards their instructor.

"I have some announcements to make. Everyone ready?" Mr. Shuester started.

Students straightened up in their seats and leaned forward, anticipating the news.

"I've signed us up to perform at some local nursing homes-"

Kurt sighed in disbelief. 'Again? Last time we performed there, a cat was thrown at my face. Ugh.'

"-They're very excited to see you... again. Next," Mr. Shuester flipped over his notes, "Since two out of the three judges have opted out of the judging for Sectionals, the event has been pushed back a week so they can find people. We have more rehearsal time!" He finished excitedly and threw his arms in the air.

Rachel, Finn and Brittany cheered loudly, hurting Kurt's ears. He got up from his seat and started looking out the back window. There it always was, the school's parking lot. Take for granted some valley as well and dirt roads. Just the same usual space he always saw- 'Wait a minute,' Kurt thought, 'Isn't that? No, it can't be the Red Truck from last night.'

The truck looked like it had been cleaned and was absolutely dirt free. Last night, the truck was absolutely filthy. But the model was the same as the other one, a 1940 Chevy Pickup. He only knew this because of his dad telling stories of how he fixed all certain types of cars and driving with him. He always pointed out and named almost every car that passed.

There were some collective gasps and awws! from the other students suddenly. Kurt just rolled his eyes and muttered, "What? Did Rachel and Finn do something cute again? Absolutely disgusting."

"Kurt? You want to turn around?" Mr. Shuester called out.

"No," Kurt said as melodramatically and uninterested as he could.

"That's fine, Kurt," a familiar voice sounded out, "I didn't feel like saying hello anyways."

Kurt turned and saw Blaine by the door. He gasped and trailed down the steps as fast as he could, "What are you doing here? You cleaned the truck!" he said as he got to Blaine.

"I did," Blaine confirmed, "I didn't feel like driving around in that dirty ol' thing." Blaine could tell most eyes were on them, waiting for something to be said that they could be picked up on, "Your dad said I could pick you up today."

Kurt stepped back and smiled softly, "Really?"

Blaine nodded once and looked towards Kurt's seating spot, nudging his head. Kurt went to pick up his items, but while doing so, Finn decides to do some investigating, "Wait now. Wait a minute," he pointed towards Blaine, "Who are you? I've never seen you before."

Blaine tucked his hands into his pockets, "I'm Blaine and the reason you've never seen me before is because I'm from a different school. I'm just simply Kurt's friend, who's decided to hang out with him after school today."

Finn, flabbergasted, turned to his step-brother for further explaining, "How come I didn't know about this guy?"

Kurt, who was coming down the steps, bag and school supplies in tow, said, "Because I didn't want you to freak out. Do you have to know everything about my life?"

"Well," Finn started raising his voice, "I do need to know some things. I am your brother!"

"Wait! What," Rachel started, interrupting the arguement about to ensue, "about Blaine coming to the Halloween party next week? That way," she swooped her hair over her shoulder, "we all can get to know Blaine better?"

Some students nodded and shrugged, "I don't see anything wrong with that. Is it okay Mr. Shuester?" Tina inquired.

After a couple of seconds, Mr. Shuester looked over at Blaine and clasped his hands, "The more the merrier!"

"Just make sure you wear a costume," Rachel interjected one last time, "Or at least come festive in the spirit of Halloween."

"That," Blaine looked over at Kurt and winked, "I can do."

In the Red Truck, the two boys were conversing about the Halloween party coming up in the following week.

"So..." Kurt felt curious, "What costume would you wear? Do they make cannibal costumes?"

They both laughed, "No," Blaine shot down Kurt's question, "Then I'd just come as I am," he nudged Kurt with his elbow, indicating that he was joking around.

After their laughter died down, Kurt tried again, "But no really, what would your costume be?"

"I don't know, Kurt," Blaine said as he looked foward and gripped the steering wheel harder, "I'll have to think about it. What about you?"

"I was thinking making a concoction that looks like a mixture of Alexander McQueen and Lady Gaga with a little bit of Chanel. You see," he began to explain once seeing Blaine's confused expression, "I don't just simply put on a costume for Halloween. I dress up in a Gothic fashion!"

Blaine smirked, trying to keep his chuckling down, "Whatever you say..."

The Glee Club students were aflutter, trying to finish decorating the Choir Room and get their costumes ready for that night. Garlands of bats and pumpkins were about the walls. A couple of cauldrons of sweets and drinks are perched. A candy apple station was being set on Mr. Shuesters desk. Then, the music was being selected by Mr. Shuester himself to play throughout the night.

After the room was set up, the students quickly went to the locker rooms to put their costumes together. Principal Figgins told the club to still have their practice from four to five pm then to have their party from five to eight. Five to eight was the only time alotted for them to stay after school before the wire gates officially closed for the night.

So, to make sure the clubbers wouldn't be caught, they all closed the doors and put the blinds down on the windows. Mr. Shuester had recordings of past performances and practices that he put on repeat as they were setting up the decorations. Every once in a while, calling out orders and tips for the students to do better.

Kurt was getting anxious as to when Blaine was going to be here. He looked at the clock and saw that the time was past 4:45pm. It was getting lose to five and even though the party was for three hours, he didn't want Blaine to miss time getting to know his friends better than their last encounter.

"Hey, Kurt," Mike Chang called out, "He's coming right?"

Kurt smiled, "Yeah."

When five o'clock hit, the music turned full swing into party jams and every made their way to the middle of the Choir Room. That is, except for Kurt. He went outside of the school, looking towards the parking lot for that Chevy. He waited in the cold and quietly started shivering. Finally, after what seemed hours, down the road a red vehicle was coming over the hill.

"Blaine!" Kurt clapped happily, under his breath. He approached the truck as it parked fully and saw Blaine in a tan suit with a steely blue bowtie... with red speckles and splashes here and there on his suit, "Blaine..." he said cautiously.

"Mhmm?" the dark haired boy looked up towards the man standing outside his truck.

"Is... is that... blood? Did you murder someone before coming here?" Kurt said in hushed tones.

Blaine held up a sandwich container from the passengers side, "I had to get my dinner somehow."

Kurt's eyes went wide, then shot to the bed of the truck. 'He couldn't have brought the body here. No, he'll get caught if someone snooped around his truck!' As he looked back at Blaine, he saw that the other knew what he must have been thinking and started nodding.

Kurt sighed, "What am I going to do with you?"

"Take me inside and introduce me to your friends," Blaine smiled.

Everyone seemed to like Blaine. Kurt's classmates chatted with him about how the blood on his costume looked so real and tried to guess what exactly he was.

"Just as real as my knife," Blaine leaned into Kurt and patted his chest pocket.

Kurt's eyes got wide again, "Don't you dare pull that out."

"I won't," he replied with a smirk and pulled Kurt to the supposed dance area. They stayed together, hands glued to each others. Swirling around and spinning. Moving their hips to the beat. Rachel kept looking over her shoulder at Blaine and slowly kept making her way towards him.

"Hey," Rachel started by Blaine's side, "I'm Rachel," she held out her hand.

Kurt rolled his eyes then held Blaine's shoulder, "I'm going to get a drink. You want one?"

"Sure," Blaine smiled, "Whatever you get is fine by me."

Kurt huffed and walked over to the drink stand and poured himself and Blaine a clear soda. When looking back to Blaine, he saw Rachel's head on Blaine's shoulder... getting extremely too close for his taste. Rachel laughed and whispered something in Blaine's ear, grabbing his face while in the act. He was not going to have any of this.

He paced towards the both of them, muttering undistinguishable insults and threats. His eyes turning more black, distant and colder.

"Blaine," he grabbed the others hand and yanked him towards himself, "Here's your drink," he said coldly as he handed him his glass, then gave Rachel a dark stare. He thought he could trust Rachel, but apparently, tonight was an exception. He was going to somehow take care of Rachel and anyone else that got in the way of him and his love.