Rachel looked through her bag and made sure she had everything as she left her car. Keys, check. Wallet, check. Money in the wallet, check. Keys... Keys? Oh! she realized as she finally felt them in her hand and laughed at her herself.

"What are you laughing at?" Finn asked on the other line.

"Nothing, nothing," Rachel recalled, "Alright, I'll be there soon. I promise."

And with that, the cell phone was closed and swiped into her purse as she walked into Krogers.

His hands gripped the steering wheel as his eyes locked on Rachel Berry. After looking around the parking lot and not seeing many people around, he would do his deed here. He decided that since there was enough light, he wouldn't need to turn on his headlights. Maybe at the last second to blind her? So she can't realize who killed her? Well, she'll be dead anyways...

He quickly perked up when he saw Rachel walking out of the store with a brown bag in her arms and immediately started the vehicle.

Rachel's phone rang again, "Finn, I said I'll be there soon!"

She tried to get her keys in the middle of the street as she walked across, having much difficulty with the fumbling of her hands. Unfortunately, the fumbling turned into the chain reaction of her bag droping and her groceries spreading every which way.

"Of course..." she sighed, "No Finn, I just dropped my food all over the road," she went down on her hands and knees to pick up her belongings until she heard a vehicle rev* nearby, "Probably, some stupid guys trying the impress people."

When she heard the vehicle's tires squeal however, she turned her head to see a big, red truck coming right towards her. At the very last second, the headlights turned on to blind Rachel. She didn't even register the notion to scream until all was too late. The red truck hit her and temporarily stopped.

After the driver looked in his rearview mirror to see that the young woman lay unconsious, he simply drove off as calmly as he could, as if they were completely innocent.

Everyone sat in the rows covered in black. All of the Glee Club members as well as Rachel's family and family friends sat morose. The Glee members sat on the left while family and family friends sat on the right. Rachel's dad's however, sat on the left in front of the Glee members, quietly sobbing.

When Kurt looked up at the casket and flowers, a few men taking care of the arrangements, he saw a recognizable face, Trent Nixon. His nickname clicked instantly, Grave Robber. He smirked to himself and bowed his head, hoping no one would notice. However, when the ceremony began, he had to act saddened by the reason why he was there in the first place. Sure, Rachel and him had some great times together, but for the most part, he didn't feel anything towards her... or anyone around him actually.

As he looked around he saw sad faces and only some tears. Mostly, her fathers, Shelby's and Finn's. The ceremony seemed like forever in his world. Just as if a decade went by. He was actually becoming tired and slowly nodding off, only to wake up abruptly every minute or two.

When the ceremony ended, all of the crowd got up to say their last goodbyes. Most of the classmates just put their flower into the coffin with her. Some words spoken about how she will be missed and loved forever on. How she was a great talent and would be missed. The words were all the same to Kurt.

Just as he was about to leave with the rest, Trent grabbed him by his sleeve and jerked him back, "Pretend you're still saying your goodbyes. Trust me with this."

Kurt went over to Rachel's casket again and put on his best acting. He put his hand on the casket itself and bowed his head. He let out a deep sigh and closed his eyes. Suddenly, he felt a force on his shoulder and looked towards the notion of who it was from. Mr. Shuester asked if Kurt was okay, and he just nodded solemnly.

"Do you... need anything? Any help?" Mr. Shuester asked.

Kurt looked towards his teacher acting as if he was trying to keep all his emotions in, "No. I'm fine, thank you."

"I'll meet you outside, Kurt," Mr. Shuester nodded and headed his way out with the rest of the students.

As soon as the door closed, Kurt looked over to Trent and saw Jeff taking off his disguise. A brunette wig and facial hair fell to the floor.

"Jeff!" Kurt smiled over to him and gave him a hug, "I didn't recognize you!"

"I was wondering when you would!" he replied.

"Guys," Trent interrupted, "We have to take care of her before they get suspicious!"

All three of them started taking Rachel out of the casket, opening it fully. Her skin was cold and pale. Her joints and limbs were hard to move. The boys heard cracking as they moved her limbs and stuffed her body into a body sack. Jeff started dragging the sack to the back of the building as Trent closed and locked the casket.

"You guys brought the Red Truck?" Kurt asked as he went to the door.

"No," Trent shook his head, "If we use the truck too often, people'll get suspicious."

"Ah," Kurt nodded as he began leaving the building.

"Don't forget to put a sad face on," Trent reminded him.

"Oh!" Kurt remembered as he went out into the cemetary to look sorrowful and depressed. But inside, he truly felt at ease. He wasn't bothered by anything. In fact, he had to hold in his laughter as the casket was lowered into the ground for he knew what was really inside.

As the final words were said and tears were shed, the burial was being completed. Shovels of dirt were being tossed into the hole, filling it to the top and patted down.

One of Rachel's fathers gave in and cried his heart out. Soon enough, Shelby did as well. Finn however, took a seat and put his head in his hands. Quinn went over and bent down before him, rubbing his arms. Kurt sighed and looked over to his left. There he saw the finishing touches of Jeff putting Rachel's body into a light blue compact car, then slamming the trunk shut. The plan had worked out perfectly.

Later on that night, Burt and Carole were caring over Finn in the living room. He hadn't stopped blaming himself and crying over Rachel's death since the funeral and Kurt was getting sick of it. He decided that he needed to leave the house for a while, possibly the full night.

As he was heading downstairs, his parents looked up to him, "Kurt, are you okay?" Carole wiped a tear from her eye.

Kurt nodded, "I just need to get out for a while and..." he though carefully about his answer, "think. Just get some 'me time'. Is that okay?"

"That's fine honey," Carole got up and went over to hug Kurt at the front door.

"Just be careful, please. And don't stay out too late," Burt said sternly as he kept rubbing Finn's back.

"Do you need someone to go with you?" Carole asked at the last minute as Kurt was headed out the door.

"No," Kurt shook his head, "Just me. Thank you," and with that, he headed out to the night and knew exactly where his destination was.

As he drove to Dalton Academy, he put the windows down and felt the cool winter air hit his face and go through his hair. He sped through the countryside and valley's, taking in the scenery. Ohio was beautiful, mysterious and downright creepy at night. Kurt then noticed just how haunting Dalton looked at night. Almost like a castle in the middle of nowhere.

When he reached his destination, he raced inside to the warm school. He walked through the dark hallways knowing his way around after having been so many times to the kitchens. Within a few minutes he found Blaine feasting over his old friend.

There was a light red to his lips as some blood started dribbling down his chin. Kurt, for some reason, thought of it as cute. He smiled as he watched Blaine wipe the blood off with his finger, then sucked said blood off of said finger. Blaine continued to eat and Kurt could tell that he was hungry- no, starving. Blaine didn't use any manners when devouring Rachel. Blood went everywhere on his face and hands. He took big bites and inhaled the meat with little chewing. He didn't even bother using utencils to cut open the flesh. Blaine just used his hands to rip the meat, flesh and bones right out of Rachel's body.

Blaine was starving. It was as if he hadn't had a meal in a month and he needed food now. The knife wasn't quick enough to rip open the victims skin, so he used his muscle to pry her apart. Quickly the blood flowed onto the table, but it had to be saved quickly. He found Rachel's stomach and ripped that organ open, hearing the tear intently. After scooping out what was already inside, he placed her stomach on the edge of the table and wiped the blood into said stomach.

After gatering as much blood as he could, he closed her stomach and drank the blood inside. Using the stomach as a pouch. Then, after drinking the blood, he devoured the organ. Blaine had never been hungrier. He quickly grabbed as many organs as he could and inhaled them, not giving a care as to what organ he was eating or the mess he was making.

Blood was dripping down his face, hands and arms. He quickly took off his blazer and rolled up his sleeves so the cotton wouldn't get blood-soaked. After licking his arms and hands clean, he continued ripping out the organs one by one and sinking his teeth into them. Feeling the weight of the meat and blood collecting in his own stomach, not being statisfied with the fact that his hunger wasn't going away. He might even have to have another victim this week. Forget this week, tonight, he thought.

As he continued, he reached for the rib cage and pryed it open, hearing all of the bones breaking one by one and tossing them to the side. He licked his fingers and palms once again and went straight for the lungs. Stabbing them with his knife to have the last bit of air leave her system. Since her lungs deflated, he folded them to make them thick and ate them up. After the lungs, it was his favorite part of the human body.

You see, even with Blaine as a cannibal, he was still a very optimistic person and thought that the heart was one of the loveliest parts of the human form, dead or alive. He savored the hearty, metallic taste, making sure not the waste any of the thick blood. His waist area around his belt began to tighten. Blaine literally could feel his stomach and skin grow and stretch out to accommodate the food, but he couldn't stop. He was still so hungry.

"Trent! Wes!" he called out quickly.

Wes walked past Kurt and answered him, "Yes, Blaine? Are you alright?"

Blaine swallowed his previous bite, "Another," Blaine didn't even look up as he spoke, "Another body, quickly," he then took another bite out of the heart. Blood splattered everywhere onto the table.

"Will do," Wes stated with a shocked expression.

"Is everything alright?" Kurt whispered.

"He rarely has two victims a week, right?" Wes explained. Kurt nodded as Wes finished, "Well, he needs two victims a night. That's a lot. We'll have to..." he stopped mid-sentence in realization, "Thad!"

Kurt knew what that meant. Thad, the Lunatic, was going to be set loose in Ohio in the middle of the night. He remembered the the Warblers said that as long as you were loyal to him and stayed inside when he was set loose, you were going to be fine. He chuckled at himself as he turned to see Blaine unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants to free his growing food baby that was now apparent. He was gnawing on Rachel's arms and taking the meat out of them.

After ripping them apart with his teeth, he finally looked up and saw Kurt. Blaine swallowed and wiped off the blood on his mouth, "Were you there the whole time?"

"Yes," Kurt nodded. Blaine sighed, looking a little embarrased and avoiding Kurt's gaze, "But don't worry, I like what I see," Kurt finished.

Blaine licked his lips, "You do?"

Kurt nodded and smirked. He walked over to the table where most of Rachel's skeleton laid, "I like a man with an appetite."

Blaine smiled at himself, "Kurt, is that really the most romantic thing you can say right now?"

Kurt leaned foward over Rachel's skeleton and gave Blaine a peck on the cheek. Blaine's eyes went wide, "You... You kissed me."

Kurt shrugged then turned to the doors behind him as they opened to reveal an unconsious teenage boy being placed onto the table. Rachel was simply pushed off the table to tangle herself on the floor.

"He's not dead just yet, but Thad knocked him out," Wes huffed.

Kut heard a yell from the Main Hall of Dalton and saw Trent trying to put a gag in Thad's mouth as he twisted and yanked around. There Kurt saw how truly of a lunatic Thad was at night. Kurt swore he saw Thad's eyes turn red and his teeth sharpen as Trent tried to calm him down, now with David's help as he heard the commotion as well. Shortly enough, Thad was breathing heavy as he was being pushed into a janitors closet and locked inside.

"Don't worry about him Kurt," Blaine said, "He'll be fine. What I want to say though, before I continue," he took a knife a stabbed the teenage boy through the chest. Wes clamped his hands over the boys mouth to soften the sudden wail as he shortly came back to life for a few seconds, then dying, "is that you were excellent with getting Rachel."

"I... what?" Kurt was confused, "I... I didn't get Rachel. I was studying for school."

Blaine started laughing, Wes following suit, "You're funny, Kurt. Studying for school. That's a nice excuse. No really, you found a new way to get victims," he ripped open the victims flesh and began devouring again.

"I didn't kill Rachel. It wasn't me," Kurt was definitely confused.

"Oh but it was," Blaine said in between bites, "You even told me you were going to do it-" As Blaine explained the whole synopsis, Kurt honestly didn't remember him killing Rachel, and he even told Blaine apparently. Surely he would have remembered that, "-and that was why I was suprised that you didn't even use any Master's help. Not one. Plus! Leaving the body to rot and to be found by random passerbys," he held up a bloody hand with the sign 'okay', "Classy," Blaine finished, smiling.

"Would you like some, Kurt?" Blaine asked after a couple of bites, chews and gnaws.

Thad made a ruckus in the janitors closet again, disturbing the silence of Dalton. David went into the closet and forced Thad to become quiet immediately.

"No, not tonight," Kurt shook his head as he watched Blaine devour another human within record setting time.