A/N- Wow, you guys. I was seriously just going to make that an oneshot, but since you loved it so much, I'm turning it into a FULL BLOWN STORY. That's right. I swore I wasn't going to post a full story until I finished all of my other stories, but I really liked this one. Plus, you guys inspired me. Thank you all so much for the reviews! It has the third most out of all 21 of my other stories! You guys are sick, sick people. Please don't ever change. Now read the blood and gore we sick people all love. The cannibalism gets way deeper in this chapter, though. Special thanks to my big sister who came up with the title and wants me to mention her now since I forgot to in chapter one. Oh right, I won nothing, especially not Llamas With Hats or Glee.
Also, some people were asking why Finn was about to be brutally tortured and murdered. Well, this is very AU and Carole and Burt never got married. So let's just say that Kurt held a grudge to everyone who ever bullied him in the slightest form, and calling him a fag qualifies as bullying to me. So basically, there will be a lot of murdering. If you would like me to kill off someone specifically, tell me in a review! I already have plans for Rachel, Jacob, and sequel to this story! You may see a few surprise characters that I really enjoyed writing.
Rated M for the following: Cannibalism, murder, sex, swearing, torture, bondage, insanity, self-harm, slight BDSM... erm, I think that covers it.
When he bored of Karofsky's screams and pleas of mercy, (and that wasn't for awhile), Kurt drove the blade into his throat slowly. Blaine grinned as he watched Kurt's face light up with the purest delight, blood spurting on his face. It was so damn sexy watching Kurt go in for the kill. He went up behind the countertenor, wrapping his arms around his waist. "Good job."
"Well, I try." Kurt beamed back. "I think I've worked up quite an appetite. If you make the waffles, I'll make the sausages."
Blaine started toward the kitchen, and Kurt walked over to the seemingly blank wall with metal handles. Pulling on one, he reached into the drawer and selected a particularly sharp butcher knife. He shut that drawer and opened another, this one containing a miniature meat grinder. Smirking, Kurt strode back over to the now limp body of Karofsky, unchained him, and began to slice off the skin and muscle of his shoulders. It was Blaine's favorite part, and he figured since he'd gotten such a wonderful present, it would be appreciated. Kurt started working the meat though the grinder slowly after putting a plate underneath to catch the byproduct. 'Three times through,' He reminded himself. Humming 'Epiphany' from Sweeney Todd softly, Kurt glanced up as Azimio groaned behind his gag, waking up. He ignored the muffled screams for help and continued grinding. When he finished, he shaped the meat into 4 small patties, grabbed the plate, and stood up.
Striding into the kitchen, Kurt found another surprise, about twenty or so roasted faces hanging from multicolored balloons. "The decorations are wonderful." He murmured, kissing Blaine on the cheek. His boyfriend was almost finished making the waffles, and a pan was already warm on the stove. Kurt softly bumped his shoulder and moved to cook the Karofsky-sausages.
It wasn't long before breakfast was done, and the giddy lovers sat down to a meal of Karofsky-sausage, scrambled eggs, blood oranges, and Belgian waffles (with bloody syrup.) While they made small talk, a tiny yellow canary fluttered in and landed on Kurt's shoulder. "Hey Pavi," Kurt said, touching the bird's head lightly. Pavarotti chirped softly in response and pecked at his finger before flying off again.
"I don't think Pavarotti likes me very much..." Blaine commented, taking a bite of sausage. "He never lands on my shoulder, or sings with me, or steals my breakfast."
"What?" Glancing down, Kurt saw that his second sausage was gone. He gaped. "That's so rude!"
"What do you expect? All you feed him is glitter. He's probably going to eat the rest of Karofsky now."
"He likes glitter! Besides, do you want the house to be covered in canary shit? If I don't let him fly around, he goes crazy in that little cage. It's not fair." Kurt pouted, but it was hard to take him seriously when blood covered every inch of his face. To Blaine, it only served to make him more attractive. Honestly, he just wanted to push him up against the nearest flat surface and ravish the younger boy.
So he did.
Blaine stood suddenly, startling Kurt. He yanked the confused countertenor to his feet and kissed him again, biting harshly. Kurt squealed. He loved being dominated. Heat flooded both boys and they began to thrust into each other's hips simultaneously. Blaine was pushing him into the bedroom, onto the bed, pinning him down. Clothes were ripped off at lightning speed. Kurt's head spun, barely registering the fact that Blaine was handcuffing him to the bed on his knees, or that his legs were being spread widely, or that Blaine was thrusting into him harshly.
Okay, the last one kind of registered.
It was rough, hard, painful, and filling to the brim. And Kurt loved every second of it, giving the reigns to someone else to take control. He loved the bruises he was sure to get the next morning. And he defiantly loved Blaine carving the word 'MINE' into his the side of his hip while still thrusting into him, making him come with a scream to wake the dead. White spots blinked in front of his eyes, and as he clenched down on Blaine, his lover came too, digging the blade in deeper.
"Fuck..." Kurt breathed.
"Yeah..." Blaine whispered, slowly pulling out, making Kurt whimper in loss. He started to remove the knife, but Kurt stopped him.
"Leave it in." He said, smirking. "I want to bleed for you."
"Alright. Ready to go back downstairs?"
"Yeah, Azimio woke up while I was still in there. He must be terrified by now."
"Good."
"I know. I love it when I can actually smell the fear. It's palpable." Blaine uncuffed his boyfriend and kissed him. "God, I love you, Blaine."
"I love you, too, babe." Blaine groaned softly. "C'mon, let's get dressed."
Kurt was right. And he loved being right.
Azimio was terrified by the time they got back downstairs. It was palpable, mostly because he'd pissed his figurative pants in fear. Kurt ungagged him, and as predicted, an immediate stream of swearing and attempted intimidation came out. It was almost funny.
Alright, it was fucking hilarious to watch a chained, naked, completely helpless man attempt to scare them. The duo burst into laughter for a good few minutes before Blaine wiped tears from his face and went to fetch a scalpel and a small bone saw. The doorbell rang, twice in rapid succession. "It's Jesse." Kurt somehow always knew exactly who was at the door just by the way they rung the bell. "I'll get it." After breakfast and more, Kurt had cleaned up a bit, dressing in dark clothes that wouldn't stain, and, sadly for Blaine, washing the blood off of his face.
"Hello, Jesse," Kurt smiled warmly at the Broadway star. Time had certainly been good to his handsome face, and at twenty-four years old, he had the look of a young Ryan Gosling. But with much better cheekbones.
"Happy birthday." He moved to hug the birthday boy in question, who accepted happily. After they'd gotten over their differences in high school, the pair had become the best of friends. There was a squeal from behind Jesse, and, stepping out of the hug, Kurt discovered a hitchhiker to the happy reunion. "Brittany!"
"Kurtie!" The former Cheerio glomped onto her dolphin with surprising strength. "Happy birthday, boo!"
"Thanks, guys. I wasn't expecting you until later... I'm sort of in the middle of something right now." Kurt said, blushing slightly. "The party doesn't start until four."
"No, the party doesn't start until I walk in." Brittany corrected me.
"It's 4:10." Jesse commented.
"But we brought you a present." Britt tilted her head carefully. "Do you want it now?"
Jesse and Brittany knew exactly what Kurt and Blaine did, even occasionally bring them victims. They didn't skimp on his birthday, either. "Sure."
He peered around the duo and gasped when he saw who was tied up and unconscious. "Rachel?" He gasped, glancing at Jesse. "How?"
"It was horrible. I dated her for about two weeks to make sure she would trust me. You totally owe me on this, Hummel." Jesse grimaced.
He smiled. "You're awesome."
"Yeah, yeah. Brittany beat me this year, though."
Kurt tilted his head. "How?"
"I brought Jacob." She piped up. "But my cat might know, she's always reading my diary."
"I love you guys." Kurt motioned with my arms for a group hug, which was quickly enforced. "Let's go play."
A/N2-More blood and gore to come soon, you sick freaks. Don't forget to review! Or I'll send Kurt and Blaine after you... Meheheheheh.
In the next chapter: We see some more of our favorite Gleeks! But who's in on it and who's the victims? (Insert creepy music here.)