When he looked to the floor he noticed two sets of clothes, when it finally hit him, he was in Kurt's bedroom and images of last night filled his mind...

Kurt grunted as Blaine straddled him. The bed squeaked and groaned with all the weight shifting. They were breathing in patterns, patterns growing into moans. Kurt grabbed onto Blaine and held him close, wanting to feel his skin on his own.

Beads of sweat were forming on Blaine's forehead, as Kurt could see when cars drove by and their lights shown through the windows of his bedroom. Tonight Kurt and Blaine could be as loud as they wanted for Burt was gone with Carole on a dinner date and Finn was probably at Rachel's house doing the same thing they were doing. But Kurt couldn't think about them. He had to focus with what was in front of him, literally.

That's when Blaine slid in smoothly. Kurt let his head back and breathed out, "Oh, Blaine."

Blaine's speed began going faster as Kurt spread his legs farther, allowing even more of Blaine and letting him increase his speed. Blaine watched Kurts face as he closed his eyes and his lips slightly parted. Kurt's hair would bounce with every thrust Blaine gave. Kurt's back arched as his orgasm came and he moaned at the top of his lungs.

Blaine panted as he recalled the night before and smiled to himself. Last night was wonderful, he thought and sighed. There was a knock on the door, "Good morning, beautiful!"

Blaine looked up to see Kurt leaning his head on his door and smiling. When he fully came in, Blaine saw that he had the biggest bowl of cereal that he had ever seen. Kurt handed the bowl over to Blaine and went to pull the curtains up, letting light in, before sitting across from Blaine at the foot of his own bed.

"What time is it?" Blaine asked.

"About 10 o'clock," Kurt answered as he grabbed a spoon from the bowl and took a bite. He then held the bowl for Blaine so he could have a few bites of cereal. Blaine obliged, for Kurt had no human meat laying around and promised to feed him his human as soon as he got the chance.

The notion felt weird and awkward as Blaine chewed on the cereal. He hadn't had cereal in the longest time. He looked at Kurt once more and saw that he was wearing his own boxers and tank-top, "Are those my-"

"Yes," Kurt interrupted Blaine's sentence as he took another bite, "I just grabbed whatever I could reach to go downstairs." He looked up at Blaine, "They're nice and comfy!"

"I would know," Blaine smiled.

Kurt chuckled and covered his mouth so he didn't spit out his latest bite. When he finished he looked up at Blaine and saw... someone beautiful. The way the light filled the bedroom and hit Blaine's body made the atmosphere that much more romantic to Kurt.

Kurt leaned forward as Blaine took another bite and kissed him on the lips. Blaine's curly fringe fell on his face with the little force that Kurt pressed onto his lips. Kurt reached up and let his fingers run through Blaine's curls, tangling and untangling them at the same time.

Blaine paused their little session to put the bowl of cereal on Kurt's nightstand before interlocking hands with the other and continuing their love sharing. After all, no one was to be home until dinner time that day. They had all day to share their love with each other in any way possible...

Kurt couldn't believe that he had to wear a turtleneck. Blaine decided that he wanted to give Kurt a hickey, but not a normal one of course. Of course, the cannibal had to literally take a bite out of Kurt and instead of just putting a bandage and making it real obvious, he also covered the hickey up with clothing as well.

He walked into the Choir Room, hoping no one would notice the fact that it was warm outside and he was wearing a turtleneck. Everyone in the Choir Room was chatting amongst themselves. Mainly the dating paired together and single people sitting alone or reading.

Kurt took his usual spot and took out his notebook filled with random drawings, fake notes and lists. Lists of people he needed to go kill in order for Blaine to eat. Too bad some of the people in this room were on this list as well. As he began to write another name, he heard his own.

"Kurt!" Finn came walking up towards him, "Hey, Kurt!"

Kurt looked up to see his step-brother walking up the levels towards him and quickly changed the pages of his notebook to his fake notes. He turned his head slightly to the side, "Yes?"

"I was wondering if you were going to give me back that crossword puzzle," Finn blantantly said.

Kurt's jaw dropped a bit and he pushed his head forward, raising his eyebrows, "You're still on about that?"

"Yeah," Finn smiled, "You promised me."

Kurt sighed and closed his notebook, "It's at home," he lied, pursing his lips. He had no idea where the newspaper went. The paper could be at Dalton ripped up to shreds for all he knew. He honestly didn't care in the slightest.

That was the new thing with Kurt as well. Kurt did not care about anything in his life right now. Except for one, Blaine Anderson. For the most part, he had no feeling for this people around him that he used to care about. It's how Rachel was killed so easily. However, he had to act like he cared about everyone in this room and it was so hard some days, more than others. Today was one of them.

"You've been acting weird a lot lately," Finn spoke up again. This time he was back at his seat and looking over his chair at his step-brother. Kurt raised an eyebrow and stared at Finn. "You've been acting..." Finn racked his brain, trying to find a word, "different. I don't know what's going on with you. You okay?"

Kurt slowly nodded, not uttering a single word. The more he was spoken about acting "different lately," the more he was angered. His anger was rising higher and higher, not to mention faster as well. Nonetheless, Mr. Shuester hushed to class to begin his lesson for the day. Finn occasionally looking back at Kurt curiously.

"Alright," Mr. Shuester clasped his hands together, "I have one last thing that'll take the rest of the hour."

Kurt looked at the clock. Thirty minutes left. What could possibly happen in the last thirty minutes? Then he saw what. A police officer came through the door and Kurt instantly woke up from his droopy state. Why are they here?

"Alright, I just have a couple of questions and I may even call you over to talk to you seperately," the officer warned, "Do not worry. You're not in trouble." The club relaxed their shoulders and stances, some letting out a sigh of relief. Kurt however, was stiff. His muscles quickly started to ache, "We're any of you there when Rachel was murdered?"

There was a collective shaking of heads. "Did anyone hear any plans of the murder before it happened?" Shaking heads. "Do any of you know of anyone who might be a suspect? Any one that may had a grudge against her?" Shaking heads again. The questioning when on for minutes. "Any one of you close to Rachel?"

"Well," Finn spoke up, Kurt sighed of relief, "she and I were dating," the officer nodded, "plus, Kurt and her were pretty close friends too," he pointed up at Kurt. Kurt mentally started to kill Finn. How dare he.

The officer nodded again, "Can I see you two separately, please?"

Everyone else left, saying their goodbyes and talking about their plans for after school. Finn and himself walked to the front of the class to Mr. Shuester and the officer.

"Which one first, officer?" Mr. Shuester asked.

The officer just randomly pointed at Finn, "Young man, you're coming with me. May I use your office?" he asked Mr. Shuester, in which he obediently obliged.

Kurt waited in the Choir Room alongside Mr. Shuester as Finn was questioned. Kurt would glance into the neighboring room and see the occasional arm movment and Finn blabbing on about something. Kurt knew exactly what to do, so when he was called in and questioned, he made answers easily.

"No, I wasn't there when she was killed." "I didn't know she died by being hit by a car." "Yes, I was there at her funeral." "No, I don't have any suspects as to who I think it was." The questions seemed to go on forever. Finally when the clock hit ten to five, the officer let Kurt go. Finn was waiting outside, leaning on the brick wall near the parking lot.

"Hard questions, huh?" Finn lightly chuckled.

"Not really," Kurt shrugged, "You just have to answer them truthfully."

Finn's smile softened as he started walking to his car alongside Kurt. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, "It's so frustrating though."

When they both finally got to the car, Finn put his bookbag on the hood of the car and leaned on the side. Kurt stopped at the front of the car and just stared at Finn, "What's wrong?"

After a few seconds of not saying anything, Finn quickly turned around and kicked the vehicle, "I'm upset, okay? The love of my life is now gone! I'll never see her again! How can I move on from here?"

Kurt, stunned beyond his belief, took a deep breath and put his messenger bag in the vehicle before walking back to Finn, "Listen, life happens. She loved you and you love her," Kurt thinked of his words carefully, "But you can't stand still. You have to keep moving forward. Do you honestly think Rachel would like it if you didn't go on with your dreams?" Kurt raised an eyebrow.

Finn stared at the hood, presumably at his reflection, "She would want me to go on, but it's so hard," he looked at his step-brother teary eyed, "We... We were going to get married... and... go to New York and..." he couldn't finish his sentence, "It just doesn't feel right without her around, you know?"

Kurt nodded understandingly. He reached out to Finn and grabbed his arm, "Come on, I'll treat you. Let's get your mind off of this. Grief is only going to hold you back. I'll drive," Kurt pointed to the passenger seat, indicating for Finn to go to that side.

"I knew it was too easy of a target, but I just couldn't Blaine!" Kurt said exasperated, "Plus, two people who were close together killed within weeks of each other? Wouldn't that be suspicious?"

Kurt was walking back and forth in front of an annoyed Blaine. The Common Room was becoming dark and night rose above, "That was my dinner, Kurt," Blaine uttered through his teeth, "And you let it go. What am I going to eat this week? Tonight even? Are you going to let me starve?"

"No," Kurt turned towards Blaine and stomped his foot.

"Then what are you going to do?" Blaine stood, his eyes getting wide and darker as his voice rose, he walked over to the head desk. He was now standing across the room from Kurt, "It's already bad enough that my appetite is growing to the point where I need two bodies a week... and you can't even get me one."

"I'm trying-" Kurt interjected.

"Not hard enough!" Blaine slammed his fist on the desk, "I try so hard to keep all this under wraps during the day but it gets annoying eating nothing but turkey sandwiches," Blaine air-quoted, "all the damn time. People start noticing. So I eat at night, that way I don't have to during the day. You understand, Kurt?"

Kurt nodded and gulped. He saw a glare of silver from Blaine's side. The Warbler brandished a knife, "Or I'll have to go after you."

Kurt backed up towards the door, taking glances at the exit when he could. When he looked back at Blaine, the Warblers eyes flashed red and went dark quickly. His pale face in complete anger and disgust, only the moonlight gleaming diagonally down Blaine's body showed how truly scary his boyfriend could be when he was angered.

"Kurt..." Blaine said softly, his hand holding the knife's tip to the desk. Blaine did one flick of his hand and the light hit the blade just right, gleaming across the room.

Kurt immediately left the room in fear, closing the door behind him. As he began running towards the Dalton entrance, he stopped at his bookbag and whipped out his own knife. He continued down the hall and broke the door open, running out of the building onto the dusty road.

The night and air was cold, but Kurt knew what he had to do. He had to find someone for Blaine tonight, or he might become food himself. He turned towards Dalton. Bum Bum, his heart beated. He couldn't see anything in the moonlight. Bum Bum. The windows were dark, curtains not moving. Bum Bum, he breath became fast. Then out of nowhere, Blaine's face appeared in the window, looking anger then ever.

Kurt yelped, then tore down the dust road, only moonlight showing where he was going. Bum Bum. Bum Bum. Bum Bum.