Welcome to my newest Fanfiction, Tales of Flesh and Blood! Seeing as this is a gore-filled, killin'!Klaine fic, weak of heart turn away. This story is based off of the lovely LillyCrystal's Deviantart comic which can be found here.( lillycrystal. deviantart gallery/ 38281437?offset= 72#/ d3cn4e3) Just remove the spaces. I'll give you the pages I use so that you can read the comic along with the story if you so desire. Without further ado, let us begin.

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"Kurt! Kurt, how did this happen?" I hear him say as I sit on the floor in a pool of blood, staring down at what I had done. Blood. Blood. Everything happened for, because of blood. The red substance that covered my clothes, my face, my hair. My life. "How did this happen?" I thought to myself. I thought back to when everything was so simple and easy. I was in public high school, McKinley, living a life without fear. Well, at least without the fear that my homicidal tendencies would be discovered. Yes, I liked to kill people, old news. I used to go on with life as if I didn't cut up bodies on a regular basis. But all that changed when I met...

Blaine Anderson.

I had transferred to a private shool, Dalton Academy, because something may or may not have happened in the locker room with Dave Karofsky involving a kiss, a teensey bit of strangulation, and a trip to the E.R. In my defense, I only did it to protect myself from that big, football-playing Neandrathal. Anyway, I transferred and met Blaine. Now you may be thinking, cute gay boy who likes hand holding and shoulder touching= WIN. But you couldn't be further from the truth. That disgusting, dapper douche ruined my life. He was just so perfect. I wasn't surprised when he started getting weird.

Like at my old school, I joined the glee club so that my dad wouldn't get worried that I was pulling out of society. Blaine happened to be the lead soloist, so as the new kid, he took me under his wing. We were in his dorm room looking over songs when I caught him staring at me. Not vacant eyed, lost-in-thought staring, but opened mouthed, crazy-eyed, and (WTF?) drool staring. "Blaine? Why are you looking at me?" I said, raising an eyebrow, prompting him to finish his sentence.

"Oh! Song! That single strand of hair distracts me." He was referring to the hair that fell in the center of my forehead. I shrugged it off. Haters gonna hate, after all. I caught him at it again in gym. Unfourtunately for him, we were in the middle of a game of tennis and he didn't see Wes lob the ball his way. Depsite the fact that he had called "HEADS UP!" at the top of his lungs. So Blaine was straing at me. No big deal. I just figured he liked me. Until there was this little... incident.

"Pavarotti! I got you some glitter!" I sang as I entered my room. And then I saw his cage. "Pavarotti..." I called quietley, hoping in vain that my bird would miraculously appear. But he didn't as I inspected his cage further. The door was open and was that... blood? Blood and feathers, I realized as I heard crunching in the backround. I whirled around as fast as I could. "Oh my..." Blaine, my handsome dapper mentor, was standing there, covered in blood and feathers, just like the cage, with a (dear god) bird leg hanging out of his mouth.

"Blaine... what happened to my bird?" I asked, even though I probably knew most likely what happened to him. Before he could speak, he slurped up the leg and swallowed. He crossed his right arm across his chest, placed his left elbow on it, and cupped his chin in a thoughtful pose. "I'm thinking he flew awaay... yeeeaah." I remained silent as he went on to explain that he needed to be free and that he was a metaphor for me (...). It was painfully obvious that my canary didn't fly away. I was getting worried. This was not normal human behavior.

Even after I dismissed that particular incedent, Blaine still continued to weird me out. And trust me, it is hard to freak me out. When I was having beautiful dreams of skinning Rachel and placing the rest of her body in Finn's closet... I wake up to this. Blaine, at whatever-a.m.-in-the-morning, was sprinkling salt. On to my arm. While I slept. Our gazes meet and he immiadiatley freezes. And then his eyes narrow as he tries to look threatening and says. "Go back to sleep. I'm not leaving until you go back to sleep." I knew Blaine wasn't normal at this point. I feared that I would have to get rid of him if things got stranger.

But I wanted to give him a chance. It wasn't like I was normal either. But he crossed the line... I had invited him over to my room to help me pick an outfit that would most definitley impress at Rachel's party, and I was at a loss. I was a mess. I was tired and my shirt was even slipping off my shoulder a little. "I honestly don't know what to wear to Rachel's party. Any ideas?" I asked. Silence. Then I felt hands grab my shoulders. Instantly I turned, only to be centimeters from Blaine's face. "Wha..."

Probably not anywhere near as good as the comic, but... I tried. :/

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