"What a glorious morning!" Blaine exclaimed as he gazed across the farm at the sunrise. Kurt stirred at the sound of his voice.
"Hmm?" he was still half asleep.
"What do you want to do today?" Blaine bounced around, jostling Kurt in an effort to wake him.
"Lay in!" Came Kurt's drowsy reply.
Kurt and Blaine had an idyllic life on the farm. Sun dappled days and quiet, firefly nights on the edge of the orchard. They were completely content just to be in each other's company. An elderly couple owned the farm and they had kindly let the boys stay with them. So far Mr and Mrs Morgan hadn't asked for or accepted any of their help; Kurt and Blaine had been left doing exactly as they pleased.
Kurt snoozed as Blaine sat quietly beside him and watched the day roll in. An hour or two passed before Kurt finally awoke. "Have i told you that I love you today?" he said with a coy smile that reached his honest eyes. Blaine leaned over and kissed him in reply.
"Oh!" something behind Blaine had caught Kurt's eye "Hello Mrs Morgan!" he called. Blaine turned to see the old lady walking happily towards them. She reached up and pinched Blaine's cheek.
"Oh, don't you look lovely!" Blaine blushed "You've been enjoying the sunshine too much! Don't worry, we've got a big day ahead of us, lots to do!". She muttered cheerily as she took the boys into the house, more to herself than to Kurt and Blaine. Mrs Morgan seated them at a large rustic, wooden table and as Kurt fawned over the décor, Blaine enquired what chores they would be helping with.
"Ohh, lots to do, lots to do!" was Mrs Morgan's distracted sing-song response. She was pulling pots out of cupboards and rummaging in draws when, without warning, she came at Blaine with a knife and cut him in two, straight down the middle.
"BLAINE!" Kurt screamed. His soul mate lay upon the table, his seeds scattered around him like so many black tears. Kurt watched in disbelief and revulsion as Mrs Morgan swiftly cored and sliced Blaine into pieces. The tears came quickly, rolling down Kurt's plump, round body. Blaine had only just ripened yesterday, only just turned that perfect apple green. Kurt had thought they had more time together, a few more days before the inevitable, before they became dessert.
As the knife swung towards him, Kurt thought only of the way Blaine's eyes shone in the evening sunlight and how fervently grateful he was to have loved him. For they had lived in delectable love and died in delicious pie.