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And then he crushes our lips together. And I was enjoying it. After a few solid minutes of making out, he moves down to nibble at my neck. I grip the table as he pulls me in closer. Suddenly my shirt is gone and I'm lying on the bed, Blaine's mouth firmly attached to my chest. Perhaps I should have seen it coming. Perhaps I should have stopped him... but I didn't. Because I loved him. I didn't care that he ate my bird or that he gave me weird looks. When he kissed me, I was sure that I loved him.
But you know you've crossed the line when you toy with my emotions. You can't just kiss me and then...
Try to rip my fucking shoulder off.
"BLAINE!" I yelled as he bit into my skin. Fear was my first reaction... I was panicking because he drew blood. "BLAINE! WHY ARE YOU HURTING ME?!" I screamed when he wouldn't let go. The sad thing was... I knew the answer. I just needed to hear it. "You're delicious, Kurt Hummel. I can't take it anymore. I must eat you alive..." he whispered as he pulled away from my shoulder. That was it. No more Mr. Nice Guy. I blanched a bit when he looked right into my face with the manic look of a crazy person, but it was short-lived.
"Oh heellll to the no." I said, holding up a finger. "Back the fuck off." Blaine backed up and I took that as an oppurtunity to continue. "You did NOT just get me all hot and bothered so you could eat me! What kind of bitch move was that?" I asked to his sorrowful, bloodstained face. "Well I..." he began, but I cut him off. "Nuh uh, don't even awswer that." I said, crossing my arms.
"I am so ashamed of you. You are not the same boy I had Kloffee with. I can't even look at you." I lectured. "Kurt, what are you saying? You're talking like you don't even want to be my friend anymore." Blaine said tearfully to my back. I was trying to avoid killing him. I really did love him. "Blaine, I think it would be best if you found someone else to help fulfill both your coffee and animalistic urges." It was for the best. "I'm sorry Blaine, I'm defriending you." I start to walk away, leaving Blaine in stunned silence when he says something that makes me freeze.
"Well... If we're not friends... then I won't have any regrets when I rip you to pieces and fill my stomach with you." ...well, that backfired. My back still turned, I pull out one of my helpfully hidden knives. "Fine... then I won't have any regrets when I make you my leather jacket." I whisper to myself. "I'm going to enjoy this!" Blaine says as he stalks up behind me. Looking back, I place the side of my blade against his cheek, effectively stopping him. He looks down at it in shock. "Kurt... where... how... why...?" he says as I grab his right arm and place the knife more firmly against his neck.
"I'm going to kill you now. So stop talking and let's make this fast." I say as he pales at my words. "K-kill me?" he stutters. "Yes, Blaine, hence the reason I have a blade to your neck." I lay us both back on the bed, my shoulders resting comfortably on the pillows as he says "Y-you won't kill me! You w-wouldn't kill anyone!" I sat back up again, removing my knife from the gash now on Blaine's neck. "Oh please! If I could kill David, I can kill you too." "YOU KILLED DAVID?! Wait, David's dead?" I sigh and lower my knife. "Yes Blaine. Don't you remember the Warbler meeting?"
-FLASHBACK-
"You all better have order or I'll put this through your heads!" Wes said, brandishing his gavel menacingly. We shut up so that he could start the meeting. "Council member David, please read the notes from the previous meeting." We all looked towards David, only to see him slumped over the table, blood pouring out of his head. "Hmm." Wes said. "Perhaps we didn't discuss anything..." Jeff raised his hand. "Yes, Warbler Jeff." "He's kind of bleeding. And not breathing... I think he's dead." Jeff tried to explain to the clearly oblivious Wes. "How DARE you suggest that. David is my friend, I'd know if he was dead." Wes said, glaring at Jeff. "YOU MOCK US, SIR!" Thad yelled indignantly.
-END-
"But Wes said..." Blaine says, confused. "Wes was wrong!" I say in frustration. "We don't say things like that here, Kurt." he says sternly. "I'M TRYING TO KILL YOU!" I scream, returning the blade to his neck. "Why?" he questions, tearing up. "YOU TRIED TO KILL ME!" Seriously, I couldn't believe "No I didn't... I only wanted to eat you." I hold my breath, trying to keep from losing it completely, but to no avail. "THAT'S WHAT EATING INVOLVES! IF YOU EAT ME, I DIE! HAS THIS NOT DAWNED ON YOU?!" "No," he says, thinking. I completely deflate. What?
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