Beads of sweat dripped down Kurt's body as he ran down the dust road. He cursed himself for wearing a turtleneck and blazer. A field of crops and a farm to his right, a forest to his left and Dalton behind him. He saw lights up ahead, the city of Lima.

Kurt kept having thoughts run through his head about what to do and who to find as a victim. His breathing fell short and quick as he slowed down and began walking instead. He noticed that the sky was beginning to get extremely dark and not only because night was falling upon him, because a storm was moving in. A low rumble from above sounded throughout the land and a cool breeze whipped past Kurt.

Some branches from behind him in the woods snapped. Kurt whipped his head back to see the sound and where it could be possibly coming from. His heart skipped a beat and started beating even faster than already. Then he heard another noise-

"Mommy!"

Kurt furrowed his brows in concentration. He wanted to know where the voice was coming from. He kept hearing the supossed child yelping for his mother as he moved into the woods, past the trees. Kurt squinted his eyes to focus better, when he saw a young boy a couple of yards away.

The young boy was holding onto a tree for dear life and began to cry. His clothing was covered in dirt and his skin had minor cuts and scrapes. Kurt felt his knife next to his wallet in his jeans pocket and held his stance. The boy would be an easy target, a clean get away. Of course, he wouldn't know how Blaine would react to eating a small child, but there were always firsts. As Kurt began to walk closer, taking steps as quiet as he could, a different set of thoughts came through his head. When the boy turned his head towards Kurt, he froze and softened his stance.

Kurt saw that the boy was crying and deeply scared. The boy kept repeating 'Mommy' over and over, his voice getting softer. Kurt decided that the boy was too young to kill, he hasn't lived a good portion of his life yet. In fact, he's just starting. He decided he was going to turn the boy into the local sheriffs office before finding a victim. Blaine can wait.

He didn't know how to call out of the boy without scaring him, but decided on a meek, "Hi." The boy jumped and started biting his fingertips, "Hello?"

"Hi!" Kurt smiled and got on his knee, "What are you doing out here by yourself?"

"I can't find my mommy," the boy began to cry again.

"No, no, no!" Kurt held out his arms, "No need to cry! I'll take you to your mommy, okay?" After the boy looked up into Kurts face, he nodded and began slowly walking towards Kurt.

"What's your name?" Kurt asked as the boy finally got within his reach.

"Billy," Billy stated shyly.

"Are you cold, Billy?"

Billy nodded and stared up into Kurts eyes, his crying stopped and he was begining a normal breathing pattern. Kurt took off his blazer and wrapped the cloth around Billy before picking him up. Billy clutched onto Kurts turtleneck and laid his head on his chest.

Kurt walked towards Lima and was back on track. Luckily, he wasn't too far off the road to get lost. He just retraced his steps and began walking towards the lights. Soon enough, Billy fell asleep on Kurts chest and was snoring softly. After a good chunk of time, Kurt felt, he finally hit urban city limits of Lima. He could actually see the sheriffs office a few blocks down, but first, he noticed a runner on the field side of the dirt road.

The female runner was wearing traditional running gear, shorts, bra, sneakers, ponytail and headphones. Kurt decided that this was his chance. He quickly put Billy down near the last stretch of woods on a patch of pine needles and went after the runner. He picked up some rocks and threw them at the runner, hitting her back. She stopped and looked behind her, running in place. Kurt took one last aim with the biggest rock he could throw and hit her in the head.

The runner fell to her knees, yelping in pain, and cradled her head. Kurt made his move while no one was looking and ran after her, knife in hand. He huddled around her, wrapping an arm around her waist to bring her up-

"Hey! What's going-" Kurt clasped his hand over her mouth and stabbed her in the stomach. Blood-curdling screams rose as he stabbed the runner. She finally collapsed silent after the seventh stab. Kurt quickly wiped his knife off with the runners clothing and put the metal in his pocket. He looked to see if Billy woke, but he didn't stir.

Still feeling the need to return Billy, he took the runners body and dumped her behind the nearest dumpster, having to be careful for people started to roam the streets of Lima. He dusted himself off, picked Billy up and continued towards the sheriffs office.

When he made it to the front desk, he told the receptionist that he found Billy while doing a late night walk. The receptionist acted quickly and phoned Billy's parents. Apparently, he was missing since earlier that day and his parent's came to the office straight away.

"Is there a way that I can just leave him here and go about my night?" Kurt questioned. A radio signal sounded off as he finished his question. The signal was a message for offices to be on the lookout for any suspicious activity.

The receptionist stated that Kurt had to sign a form or two stating that he was the one who returned Billy, where he found him and other details. The parents of Billy wanted his address to foward him a reward. Kurt obliged and wrote down his address as well. He decided to let Billy keep his blazer. Not only did he not want to wake the young boy up, he thought Billy looked absolutely cute snuggled up in his dreamland.

"Remember what the signal said," the recptionist stated as Kurt left, "Look out for suspicious activity for us, okay? Apparently there was recently a scream heard about town."

Kurt nodded knowing exactly what the scream was. He left towards the body he discarded, but there were police cars crawling all over the roads...

Kurt woke up in his soft sheets. The warm sun was showing through his windows of his bedroom and the smell of Burt Hummel's breakfast was wafting through his open door. Thundering footsteps from down the hall indicated that his step-brother was going towards the kitchen for food. He however decided that he wanted to snuggle up a bit more.

"I don't know if he's awake," Carole lightly said as she stood at his door, "Should I?"

"Nah," Burt said, "I'll do it. Just make sure Finn leaves enough breakfast for everybody."

Kurt heard his fathers footsteps get closer to his bed and finally a creek as Burt sat upon his bed. Burt rubbed Kurts leg and patted him, "Come on, Kurt. Get up. You can't sleep in on every Saturday."

Kurt got up from his laying position and stretched, feeling some bones and joints pop and crack, "Good morning, dad," he croaked.

"Morning, Kurt. Food's downstairs. Don't take too long, okay," Burt patted Kurts shoulder and went downstairs.

As Kurt got up and changed out of his nightwear, he remembered how last night slipped by fast. Billy was successfully returned to his parents, he had successfully brought Blaine a victim after running through many police vehicles and watched Blaine consume said victim. After Blaine decided to go to bed, he went about his night to go home. As soon as he came home, he had to tell his dad that he was meerly getting back so late from studying with fellow students and crashed onto his bed.

He remembered right after he returned to Dalton with the victim. When he walked into the school's main hall from the entrance, Jeff was milling about the hallways and saw him come in from outside. Jeff didn't look too happy. Maybe he was just tired?

The subject was brought up in the next Warblers meeting, sans Kurt. Jeff was fuming and nothing could calm him down. His head bowed down, hands clasped together, he was not saying a word the whole meeting until another Warbler took notice with a, "Jeff, are you okay?"

Jeff's knuckles started turning white and people around could tell he was gritting his teeth, "No," he said in a stern voice.

Thad, who was sitting at the head desk, srunched his forehead in curiousity, "Why? Is something wrong?"

Jeff's eyes went to Thad's, "Yes, there is something wrong."

Thad's expression relaxed as he saw Blaine lean on the head desk and crossed his arms, "What?"

"It seems you have favorites," Jeff directed his attention to Blaine, "And I don't think it's fair."

Blaine furrowed his brows, just as Thad had, "How so?"

"Last night, I saw Kurt coming into Dalton with a victim," Jeff started. The Warblers didn't seem fazed by Jeff's information, "with no Master along with his mission."

There were a few gasps and all heads turned to Blaine, "Is this true?" Trent questioned, "You let a Newbie hunt by himself?"

"Without assistance of a Master?" David interjected.

"I wanted to see if he could hunt by himself to up a level," Blaine turned to David now.

"Even if it was a test," David continued, "there still needed to be a Master with him! Unless you went with him?"

Blaine's silence answered David's question. The Warblers became confused. Some Warblers piped up simultaniously, "I don't understand," and "You went with him, correct?"

Blaine sighed, finally relaxing his brows, "No, he went out by himself."

Jeff immediately got up from a couch, "You didn't go with him? No one went with him? A Newbie went by themselves?" he clarified his question, slowly raising his voice, "He could've gotten caught! We could've gotten caught! And, what would have happened to us if we did? Huh? You do have favorites! I knew it! As soon as he came along, I knew there was trouble brewing, but I shut my mouth and didn't say a word because no one ever speaks up to you!" he pointed at Blaine, "Kurt isn't part of the Warblers, hell, part of Dalton and you let him do this with us! Why did you even let him in in the first place?"

Without waiting for an answer, Jeff stormed out of the Common Room. Nick called after Jeff, but the blonde didn't stop. The door was slammed and a painting fell off one of it's top corner notches. A Warbler quickly ran up to make sure the painting didn't fall as the others looked at Blaine once again.

The cannibal sighed and ran his fingers through his hair the best he could as he looked to the floor, "I know I shouldn't have let him go by himself. I honestly thought he could do it," he looked up, into the faces of the other men, "I apologize if that commotion or this apology itself offends you. From now on, the rules will definitely be enforced for everyone within this team," he looked around at the men, "Now, I think we'll continue with our days and call this meeting over?"

Without reply from the other men, Blaine gave one last word, "This week, David will be on a mission. You have until Monday night." Blaine looked over at David for his nod, then at Wes and gave him a nod. Wes then took his gavel and beat it upon the head desk, calling the meeting adjourned.

"Kurt!" he heard his name being called from the kitchen. He got up from the couch in the living room and went into the kitchen where he found his father leaning on the counter.

"Yes? Is everything okay?" he asked curiously, looking into his fathers eyes.

"Sit down," Burt pointed to the kitchen table, "I want to talk with you."

Both men sat down opposite of each other with a short moment of silence. Finally, after seeming like years, Burt spoke up, "Is everything alright with you?" After seeing his son's confusion, he spoke again, "I mean, you seem to be... different lately. We haven't talked much like we used to. I just want to know what's been going on in your life, that's all."

Kurt shrugged and smirked, "Nothing but school and Glee Club, dad."

"We'll," Burt interjected, "I've noticed that you like to go out at night. What are you doing?"

"Dad," Kurt chuckled, "I told you weeks ago. I'm studying and practicing school and regionals with study groups. It's fine."

"I was just checking," Burt stared into Kurts eyes and rocked in his chair, "Are you seeing anyone in particular?"

His dad's question hit him hard through the chest. So much that his air was gone throughout his body for a moment or two. When he finally regained mental consciousness, he looked down onto the floor, not knowing what to say.

Burt quickly jolted towards Kurt and grabbed his sons arm, "I didn't mean to frighten you buddy," he laughed, "I... I just noticed that you liked inviting this guy over and didn't know if you were friends or..." Burt shrugged, "more than friends, you know?"

Kurt smiled at his father saying, 'more than friends,' "Well, yeah. Blaine and I are kind of..." he trailed off.

"I see," Burt leaned back into his chair and folded his arms, "I understand what you mean. I just want you to be careful okay if you're... you know," he shrugged again, "doing any of that stuff men do in the bedroom-"

"Dad!" Kurt yelped.

"What? You're not a young kid anymore. You should know about this stuff," Burt got up from the table and went over to the refrigerator to look at the contents, "I just want to make sure you're okay. And," Burt pointed at Kurt, "if he lays a hand on you, you tell me immediately okay?"

"Okay," Kurt agreed, knowing his father was just using his protective instincts.

"Besides," Burt went back to the fridge, "When am I officially going to meet this kid. He's lurked around my house before, coming-" Kurt hid his laughter when his father said "coming," "and going but I've never actually had a chance to talk to him. Actually!" Burt came out from the fridge again, "Why don't you invite Blaine over tonight, or tomorrow, whenever he gets the chance."

"Umm," Kurt suddenly grew worried of his family meeting Blaine of all people and vice versa.

"A big family dinner, all of us meeting Blaine," Burt beamed, "How about that?" He walked past Kurt after getting himself a soft drink and patted Kurts back, "I'll go tell Carole now to help prepare," he headed upstairs.

Kurt couldn't believe what just happened within a short span of minutes. First, his father was curious about his nightlife, and now Blaine. What if his family finds that he's a cannibal? What would they do or say? Would they be offended if Blaine brought his own meal? Better yet, what if they found out about their own son? Would they accept him no matter what? That's what most parents, including Burt and Carole, always said to their children.

"Kurt?" he heard his father from upstairs, "Are you calling Blaine to ask about tonight?"

"Umm," Kurt fumbled getting up from the table, "Yeah, I just have to get my phone!"

Kurt quickly ran upstairs and crashed onto his bed, where his phone lay on the sheets. He opened Blaine's text messaging and thought of ideas of what to say. After having a miniature debate in his head, he decided upon, Are you doing anything tonight? Want to come over to my place? Hopefully, Blaine wouldn't get the wrong ideas with that message.

There's nothing on my schedule tonight. Hunting has already been completed, so I don't need to monitor anyone. Give me an hour and I'll be there. ;)

Naturally, Blaine brought up his cannibalism and hinted at sex, so Kurt had to delete the messages after he was done texting him. My parents want to meet you, that's why. They want to have dinner with us and the family together. Bring food for yourself. I'll make up an excuse saying you have an allergy or something.

Ditto. See you soon.

And with that, Blaine was going to come over to the Hummels for dinner. Now he just had to make up an excuse as to why Blaine brought his own food. Once again, for the umpteenth time, Kurt thanked himself for getting into the world of drama and acting. He thought up a storm as he went downstairs to tell his parents the news about Blaine coming over that night...