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Blaine's POV

As if on cue we heard a noise from the closet hospital to the wall. And without a second thought we shuffled towards the noise, with the knowledge that lunch was waiting. It took a while to get to where the noise was because as zombies we are not very quick. As we shuffled towards the noise we heard noises at the end of the hall through big double doors.

'What was that?' A girl through the door asked. 'The end of your life' I thought to myself.

'What was what?' A guy asked, from the sounds of things he might even be more scared than the girl.

'I-I thought I heard a noise.' The same girl said again.

'Where?' The guy from before asked. One of the guys to my left lost his footing, and tripped over a fallen down bin, so we knew the art of surprise was out.

'We need to get out of here now!' A different female whisper shouted. As we walked through the door another voice spoke. This one stood out to me, it was male, but higher than any male's voice I had ever heard. Some may think it was too feminine, but there was a masculinity to it that intrigued me. I wanted to know the owner to that angelic voice, but I know that will never happen as we came here to eat them not greet them.

'Its too late for that.' The angelic voice spoke. Before I could look over to see whose face the voice belonged to, I felt shots being fired at me. I would have thought these humans would have worked out that the only way to kill a zombie was to aim for the head, but apparently not. The guy shooting at me jumped on a table nearby. He is really beginning to infuriate me now, so I grab his leg and pull him to the floor. He screamed so high-pitched that I had to double-check it was a guy before beginning to eat him. I went for the heart first to ensure the noise stops. Ensuring to eat the brain last as that was the worst part, due to the fact that it gives me his memories. It's sort of our way to dream I suppose, as we can't sleep, I mean we are undead. After a while most of the other zombies leave, taking what's left in bags they found.

But then I hear a shot and see one of the zombies that hadn't left fall to the ground. Well at least this human knew how to kill a zombie, I pocket the brain of my latest victim and I stand up from where I'm sitting and look in the direction that the shot came from. When I saw him I was sure the breath was knocked from me, he is perfect. Somehow even through the events he obviously went through today his hair was still coiffed without a hair out of place, his clothes that looked designer consisted of skin tight black jeans over his long slender legs that made my jeans a little bit tighter just looking at them, black DMs, a long sleeved white shirt and a tight grey waistcoat. Without even realizing it I had walked over to him and kneeled in front of him. His eyes are a mix green and blue, and all I know is they are they most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. I can't help stare into them, and forget everything for a minute. I then notice how clear and perfect his skin is, it's almost like porcelain, and I cant resist touching it to see if it is as soft as it looks. Never taking my eyes of his I touch his cheek with the softest touch and hear his breath hitch as a spark passes through us. I wonder if he felt it too. I then realize that his eyes are not filled with the lust I would have wanted but pure fear, so I take my hand away and he lets out a breath he had obviously held in for the duration that I touched his cheek. I feel guilty for not realizing that he would be afraid of me, I mean I'm a zombie, how could I expect him to realize that I would never hurt him.

In a split second decision I decide that I have to prove to him that I would never harm him, and reach up to spread blood across his cheek so that his living scent is blocked, and reach for his hand to pull him up and follow me. I pay no attention to the female hidden under the table and pull the boy with me as well as I can considering all I can do is do the awkward zombie shuffle.

'Where are you taking me?' he asks confidently but I can hear the panic that he is trying to hide. I quickly realize that this is the boy whose voice had intrigued me, and feel relief wash over me at the fact that he hadn't been killed. As I cant speak I look at him and groan out whilst pointing in the direction we are walking. 'I don't understand' he admits.

'B-b-b-u-u-s b-us.' I say as well as I can.

'Bus?' He asks. I just nod. 'This is probably a really stupid question. But do you intend on eating me?' I shake my head quickly and wave my hand to show him that that's not my intention. 'Okay… So what is your plan with me.' I hadn't really worked that one out so I just shrug my shoulders and continue on the journey to the bus that I call home.

Kurt's POV

Well this is not what I expected. When I was dragged up and I looked at Mercedes she looked at me worriedly but before I could answer her I was pulled out of the room. All I know from this zombie is we are going to a bus and he doesn't intend on hurting me and he doesn't know what he will do with me. Its not a lot to go on, but I suppose its better than nothing. When we get to a large shopping center that I had visited a lot in the past I see a lot of zombie shuffling around, and groaning at each other. To my surprise we don't go in, we head round the side where there isn't any zombies and I see what he meant by a bus, it's a double-decker and could fit about 60 people on board. When we enter I notice that the place is stuffed full of random artifacts, everything from a record player with records to a collection of cans. So it seems this zombie is a kleptomaniac, great. I hope I'm not just another thing he has collected. I look back at him and notice that his hand is still in mine, when he realizes what I noticed he takes his hand back as though he had been tasered and walks over to sit down in one of the seats, looking anywhere but at me. So I follow suit and sit opposite him.

'What's your name?' I inquire.

'B-B-B-B..' He begins to get frustrated so I interrupt him.

'I'll just call you B, okay?' he nods. 'So B, I understand you don't intend to hurt me, but do you intend to let others hurt me?' he shakes his head. 'Is it safe for me here.' Again he shakes his head. 'You've never done this before have you? Taken a human home alive?' He shakes his head. 'Then why did you bring me here?' he shrugs. 'You know it's rude to shrug right?'

'So-so-rr-rr-yy' he stutters out.

'I'll let you off, as you find it difficult to speak, okay?' He nods. 'Why did you save me?' He thinks for a minute then speaks.

'botiful' he says and I can't help think how childlike he sounds.

'You think I'm beautiful?' A nod. 'Thank you B. Would you like to know more about me?' again he nods but a lot more eagerly than before. 'Okay… My names Kurt Hummel, I'm 19 years old, I live with my dad, and I dream of going to New York, well I did before…'I trail off. He reaches out to touch my hand but thinks better of it. 'So. How old are you B?' He points at me. '19?' He nods. 'Did you go to McKinley?' he shakes his head. 'I didn't think so, I would have remembered your face.' He smiles at this.

'ay.' he says unexpectedly and points to himself.

'Your gay?' He nods. 'Why are you telling me this?' he points at me. 'Am I gay?' a nod. 'Yes I am, why did you want to know?'

'I oud ave member you.' He tries to say.

'I would have remembered you?' he nods. 'Thank you B' he smiles infectiously and I can't help but smile back. 'Look its been a long day. Can I sleep now?' He nods and indicates for me to follow him upstairs and points to where loads of blankets and pillows are. 'Is this where you sleep?' he shakes his head. It then dawns on me. 'You can't sleep can you?' He shakes his head. 'But this is here because you like to pretend you are human.' Its not a question but he nods anyway. 'Oh, B.' I say as I hug him. At first he is too shocked to move but then he moves his arms to wrap round my waist. I pull away and look him in the eye, 'you don't like killing people do you?' he shakes his head looking down at his feet. 'But you have to stay alive.' Again its not a question but he nods anyway.

'N-ni-g-gh-t' He stutters before walking back downstairs.

Blaine's POV

Kurt. That's all I can think about as I go downstairs to do the next the next best thing to dreaming. As always I go straight for the good part, the part that makes my head light up like a picture tube. I eat the brain and, for about 30 seconds, I have memories.

We are lying in a field that we found on the outskirts of our city. All around us is a wide variety of flowers, its beautiful. But as I look to my left at my boyfriend, I realize that no beauty compares to his. His eyes are closed, and he has a blissed out expression on his face, the sun is beaming down on him, highlighting every perfect part of him, the light breeze sways through his hair. He must sense me staring at him, because he opens his eyes and looks at me questionably. 'I love you.' I say sincerely.

Shit. It was his boyfriend. It was his boyfriend that he was in love with. It was his boyfriend that he was in love with that I ate. He will never trust me now. Everything was going so well, but I went and ate his boyfriend. Well it was an unlikely dream anyway. The only reason he was so nice to me was because he was afraid I was going to eat him. I'll take him back tomorrow so he doesn't have to be afraid anymore.