(A/N): So, this is really... different. Like, really different. As in, I have no idea where this came from. I was scared when I wrote it. I had horrible writer's block, and I just started writing. I've never written anything remotely like this. It scares me. I would not have posted this, but my bestie Kenziekinss (Appleinn4) begged me to. She said it was good to give you guys a taste of some... other stuff. Anyway, please feel free to close out of this at any time. Read, review, ENJOY! =D

Disclaimer: *weird, country music that only my dad listens to* If I had a million dollars... I still wouldn't have Glee!


"Mmmmmm… delicious," I murmured, pressing my lips back to the flesh. I sucked gently, relishing in the tastes flowing through my suckling mouth.

"You could definitely say that twice," Blaine whispered from my left, surfacing for air.

I pulled up, turning to face him. My eyes raked over his body quickly, taking in his beautiful appearance. His thick, curly hair was matted and stuck to his scalp. His skin was flushed from exertion and the blood flowing through him. His eyes were alight with the thrill of the chase.

Best of all, his lips were a deep, dark scarlet. The delectable liquid rested on his lips, beading up. One drop made its way down the corner of his mouth, and started to slip downwards. I grabbed his chin with my pale hand, and licked at the blood on his chin.

I licked the trail that the blood left behind, all the way up to his mouth. I captured his lips in my own, groaning at the new tastes on his lips.

"Mmmmm… how do you always manage to get the good ones?" I growled at him, placing harsh kisses along his jaw. I could hear the pitiful, dying moans of our victims behind us. I ignored them, and focused back on the fabulous creature I was pleasuring. "You always seem to find the tastiest morsels on a hunt…" I hissed, my lips hovering over his neck teasingly.

"I can't really deny that my hunting senses are quite keen…" he gasped, under the spell of my lips. I grinned at his sudden loss of words. I nipped at his neck, sinking my teeth slightly into his cold flesh. "I did manage to find you, after all…" He groaned.

He suddenly pulled my mouth back up to his. I didn't really feel the need to protest.

"I agree," I moaned, biting harshly at his lips. "You have excellent taste."


(A/N): Yeah. Just... yeah. No response. Please, no hate. This was so weird to write. Review please; I'll respond (even if it takes a while; I'm a horrible procrastinator). Anyway, love you guys; hopefully, this cured my writer's block!