I'm now convinced I'm insane. :) Enjoy.

The thrill, Kurt thought. That was his favorite part. Sure, the luring in was fun, watching as men and women alike became entranced in his beauty, so much that they didn't think to do anything besides get closer. Close enough to touch, close enough to kiss. They wanted him. It was simple, too simple sometimes; he liked it when they struggled. When they finally figured out what they had gotten themselves into. When his victims realized they had willingly swum into the arms of a monster. No, not a monster, he corrected himself. Definitely not a monster. Just… someone who needed to eat, and preferred having fun doing it.

Especially when his food was attractive males. Kurt ran his lips down the boy's face, shrinking his teeth back to make the moment last longer. He could tell his prey was trying to call for help; they always did. He bit down on his lips, relishing in their taste as his hands moved down to the boy's pants. They tugged at the waistband, suddenly filled with a sense of urgency. Kurt crept his hands down further, but pulled them back suddenly as he felt a sharp pain on the side of his face. His jaw dropped, confusion flooding into his features until he figured out the cause of the pain. He had been punched. His prey began swimming towards the surface, but Kurt quickly grabbed him back again. No sooner did he feel a knee connect with his stomach. "Why are you struggling?" He tried to call, but his words were lost in the water.

But that wasn't the right question. It was normal human nature to struggle; any smart person would. Rather, why was he succeeding? This one was stronger than any other Kurt had encountered, and that only intrigued him more. So when Kurt's hands were pried off the boy's once again, he didn't grab him back. Instead, he watched as its figure struggled to swim to the surface, the sunlight streaming through the water, accenting the male's features and making Kurt stare on in wonder. He watched as the escapee's head broke the surface, relief spreading across his muscles. Kurt watched as he quickly made his way towards the shore to safety. And then Kurt swam after him again; he wasn't going to let his prey go this easily.

Just as the boy had succeeded in getting half of his body out of the water, the ends of the waves still wetting his legs as he crawled towards dry land, he was stopped again. The kelpie grabbed his ankles, and turned him over quickly so that he found himself lying on his back. Kurt quickly laid on top of him, his hands on the boy's shoulder's holding him in place despite the struggling. Kurt brought his lips down, and once again began kissing him passionately until he felt the struggling stop as the boy gave in. But his kisses still weren't being reciprocated.

Kurt pulled his lips away just enough to breathe "why don't you want me?" That was it, that should do it, he thought. He shouldn't be able to resist anymore.

"You were just trying to kill me!" What? Kurt pulled back a few more inches, shock running across his features. The boy continued quickly, distress evident in his voice. "I don't know what's normal for you, but that's not a turn on for me."

Kurt thought about this for a second. "Or is it?" He smirked, about to resume his playing, but was interrupted. "It's not!" The boy protested. He was struggling hard to get up, and was about to succeed.

"Who are you?" Kurt asked, desperate to make him stay.

"Why should I tell you?" Kurt could see the boy's eyes darting sideways as he tried to figure a way out from under him. "Will you get off me?"

"You'd run away if I did. That wouldn't be any fun." Kurt pouted, trying a new angle; maybe the boy liked adorable. "And you can tell me your name, it's not like I'm going to tell anyone."

"How can I—" The boy began, but Kurt pressed his hips down against his own, stopping his words. "Blaine. My name's Blaine." Kurt had to refrain from laughing as the boy seemed to curse himself for giving away the information so easily.

"Pleasure to meet you, Blaine. I'm Kurt, and I'm a kelpie. What about you?" Kurt could see Blaine's hesitation. "You're too strong to be only human. Are you alien? Shape-shifter? Demigod?"

Blaine sighed, giving up. "The last one, actually. And I really should be going—"

Demigod, that was definitely it; he could smell it now. And a son of Eros, too. This was going to be more fun than he thought. "So does that mean you're on a quest?" Kurt inquired; he wanted to know more.

"Yes, and it's time sensitive so I really need to be going."

"You're alone?"

The hero paused, probably deciding on whether this was information that was going to get him killed or not. Kurt thought he saw a flicker of sadness cross his eyes, but it was gone the moment it appeared. "Let me go."

"I want you to stay." He kissed Blaine again, drawing it out. He needed Blaine to know how much he wanted him there. And it would work, too, if for no other reason than because of Blaine's blood. Suddenly, Blaine was kissing him back, the demigod's arms wrapping around to grab at Kurt's back to pull him closer. Before long, Kurt's hips were moving, grinding into Blaine's, his hands reaching down to remove those stupid pants that got in his way. Blaine obliged, and soon their bodies were against each other, and Blaine's hips were rising to meet each and every one of Kurt's thrusts.

Blaine moaned, and Kurt didn't think he had ever heard anything more beautiful in his life. He began to thrust harder, his mouth coming down to suck on Blaine's collarbone. He felt Blaine's nails digging into his bare back, and he wanted more. He moved his hands from Blaine's shoulders and began to undo the demigod's shirt, Kurt's hands sliding down over his now bare chest.

Blaine shifted his weight and they rolled over, Blaine on top, his curly hair still wet and dripping onto Kurt's face. Kurt tangled his fingers into Blaine's curls, their mouths connecting again, teeth crashing. Blaine pulled back and Kurt cried out in desperation, but the demigod moved to place small kisses around Kurt's ear before biting at it, his warm breath sending shivers down Kurt's body. "Stop teasing, demigod," Kurt hissed, impatient.

Before he could help it, a triumphant smile formed on Kurt's face as Blaine shifted his position in response to the kelpie's command. Kurt felt his hips being lifted to give Blaine the right angle for what was coming. Wasting no more time, Blaine was inside him, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Kurt. He thrust in and out, going deeper and deeper each time, Kurt practically screaming in pleasure.

Kurt opened his eyes to look at Blaine; the demigod had sweat on his face, neck and what Kurt could see of his chest, making his skin glisten. His teeth were clenched and he was moaning, and Kurt didn't know how anyone part human could look so hot.

Then Blaine did it, he went deep enough, hitting that spot and sending chills all throughout Kurt's body. The kelpie's eyes shut again as he came with a yell, something that sounded very much like "Blaine!"

Blaine gasped as he fell down, leaning himself against Kurt, their heavy breathing mixing with the sound of the waves.

Kurt's eyes closed with satisfaction as he sighed contentedly, relishing the feeling. However, the moment ended abruptly when he felt sand blown into his face and Blaine's warm body heat disappear from against him. What? He wondered, opening his eyes to see the demigod standing a good ten feet away, farther from the water's edge. The breeze felt cold against Kurt's body. "You—you didn't—"

"I didn't just have sex with you so I could get away from you?" Blaine looked flustered and confused. "I never intended on it going that far." The demigod was fastening his pants again, avoiding eye contact with Kurt who was lying on his stomach in the sand.

Kurt couldn't think. He didn't know what his emotions were doing to him. He felt strange; he didn't know what he was feeling and he didn't like that. What was even happening? He'd never done that with any of his other victims, and now for some reason, Blaine didn't look like food anymore. So now he should just let the hero walk away, get back to his quest and move on; it wasn't as if there was another option. He stared at Blaine, watched him look anywhere but his face, and suddenly he felt his heart constrict. But he didn't.. he couldn't..

Blaine rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Uhh," he muttered. Finally, he looked at Kurt.

"I guess you'll be going." Kurt said blankly.

"Why are you still lying there?" Kurt looked down involuntarily, and then gave a noncommittal shrug in reply. Kurt looked at Blaine's backpack a few feet away, and nodded towards it.

Blaine got the hint, but didn't make any moves to retrieve it. "I don't.."

"I know."

"Do you still want to eat me?" Kurt smiled unintentionally. He shook his head. "No." Blaine gave a shaky laugh in reply. "That's good."

"Is it, though?" This wasn't normal, not in the slightest. Blaine needed to leave so he could put this all behind him, forget about it, and go back to his peaceful life of solitude and meals.

"Do you do this a lot?" Blaine asked. His voice was small, and he sounded like he was thinking hard about something.

Kurt sighed, tracing his fingers in the sand absentmindedly. "No, actually." Without looking up, he added "you're the first." He met Blaine's eyes and saw, for whatever strange reason, a bit of hope. "But you should be going."

"Is that what you want?" Kurt paused. That wasn't an answer he thought he'd get. Before he could even think of one in reply, without even realizing he was doing it, he spoke. "No." Silence fell over the two of them. Then, without warning, Blaine spoke again.

"Come with me." Kurt's jaw dropped as his mind processed the phrase. Before he could stop himself, his mind started racing, imagining the possibilities, making his heart burn with desire. He wanted this.

Then he was reminded of something, something that should never have even left his mind, and it made his spirit plummet. "I can't." Kurt watched as the demigod's face fell, an adorable pout forming.

"Is it because you can't or because you don't want to?"

"I can't—I can't leave the water." He had lived his whole life in the water, the only exceptions being the moments where he would lay on the rocks to lure in victims. He had heard stories from the fish about kelpies who would go the extra length and walk into villages to find food, but had never actually seen it. For all he knew they could merely be stories. And Kurt's legs were anything but accustomed to walking.

"But you have legs.. at least sometimes, right?" Like now.

"I've never walked before." Kurt answered truthfully, beginning to wonder just how far Blaine was going to go, and he had a feeling that the hero wasn't going to give up this easily.

Blaine looked at him, before nodding his head. "I can help you walk. I'll hold onto you, teach you." He started walking towards Kurt again. "Please."

A smile formed on Kurt's face, but he hesitated. "Does this mean you trust me?" He couldn't see why anyone would.

"I'm not saying that. But it's only my second day on this quest and I'm already lonely, and I might need some help." He hesitated, as if he was going to say something but caught himself. He covered it up with a smirk. "Now the question is: do you trust me?"

"I accept you, for now." Trust was something that seemed so… human. He wasn't going to admit to anything human, not yet.

"Well alright!" The demigod grinned, his charming smile radiating. "You ready for this?" Kurt didn't answer; he couldn't think of anything to say. But Blaine crouched down next to him anyway. He took Kurt's hands, while the latter moved into a kneeling position. He was very aware as soon as it had happened that his feet were no longer touching the water.

"Now lean against me as I pull you up." They locked eyes, and Kurt was sure for a second Blaine could see the fear in his, and felt embarrassed. How was this happening? He shut his eyes for a second, bracing himself, before he wrapped his arms around the hero's strong shoulders, leaning his head against his chest. "I'm ready," he breathed.

He felt himself being pulled to his feet, and panic began to settle in. There was a moment when Blaine was supporting his weight completely, and the ground felt like miles away. He wanted to go back to the water, but at the same time he felt exhilarated at what was actually happening. He felt Blaine's voice in his ear. "Try putting some weight on your feet." Slowly, Kurt shifted so that he could, but immediately after the pressure was put on his legs, they gave out and he found himself falling.

The feeling lasted less than a second. Blaine was still holding on to him. He wasn't going to let him fall. Kurt laughed in relief, while Blaine spoke again. "That was good. How did it feel?"

Kurt stammered. "I—that—" He blushed, coughing to try and cover it up. "I'm going to try again." He put his feet down against the sand, and slowly, still clutching onto Blaine, eased some of his weight onto his legs. It was the strangest feeling; it was almost as if his legs were arguing with him, wondering why in the world he was making them go through something that felt so unnatural. But at the same time he knew that it was going to work. Kurt could feel his legs already becoming accustomed; he was going to be able to walk. His mind raced with the possibilities. A kelpie on land.

"You're doing it!" Blaine called, and even though Kurt knew Blaine was still supporting half of his weight, he couldn't help but feel proud. Kurt smiled so big his cheeks began to hurt but he didn't even care. He bent his head up to kiss Blaine on the lips, one that only lasted a second. He could see Blaine's eyes widen as if wondering whether he was going to be dragged into the water again, but Kurt just kept smiling and spoke. "I want to take a step now."

Blaine blinked, looking relieved. "You sure you're ready?"

"Yes." Kurt answered, confidently this time. Blaine gripped Kurt's arms, preparing himself to catch the kelpie if need be. Kurt held on to Blaine in return, and before he could second guess himself, moved his right foot forward. For a minute, the foot just hovered in the air, Kurt halfway between putting it down, and trying to figure out how.

He slammed his foot down, feeling his weight move with it as he began to fall forward. Once again, Blaine stopped him, his hands reassuringly squeezing Kurt's shoulders. Kurt took a deep breath and moved his other foot, this time not as hard. Without stopping to think anymore, he moved one foot after another, hobbling further and further from the water's edge. He could feel Blaine supporting his weight less and less with each few steps, knowing that it was working. I'm walking!

Kurt stopped and slowly turned around to face the water. They had only moved a few feet away, but it felt monumental. "Do you want to go back?" Blaine had obviously taken Kurt's gaze as something else.

"What? No!" Kurt didn't want to go back, now that he had had a taste of something new. He couldn't go back. "I'm staying."

Blaine smiled. "Good. Let's go over to where my backpack is so I can get you some clothes; you'll need them on land." He led Kurt over to a tree, keeping his arm wrapped around him for support. Kurt leaned against the tree, his eyes widening in fear as Blaine let go of him completely. "I'll be right here." Blaine said comfortingly, and Kurt nodded.

The kelpie watched Blaine as he bent down to rummage through his backpack. He wasn't thinking of anything in particular, but he couldn't take his eyes off that demigod. When Blaine found what he was searching for, he looked up, and met Kurt's eyes. He seemed a little surprised from the intensity of Kurt's stare, but he gazed back, only stopping when he realized what he was doing and coughed a little awkwardly. "Here. Put these on." He tossed Kurt a shirt and pair of pants.

Kurt caught them, successfully keeping his balance. The fabric felt soft in his hands, and he brought the cloth to his nose. "They smell like you." He said, matter-of-factly.

Blaine blushed, and Kurt smiled satisfactorily at himself. That was, until he realized he had another problem. He closed his eyes in embarrassment before speaking again. "I'm going to need some assistance." He pursed his lips, hoping Blaine would understand so he wouldn't actually have to put into words the fact that he had never worn clothes before, or that standing on one foot might result in his face in the sand. Blaine got it, and before long Kurt was clothed for the first time, and he was relishing in the feel of the soft fabric of Blaine's clothes against his skin.

By now, Kurt was comfortable with supporting his own weight as long as he was standing still; for that, he needed Blaine's hand. The two of them stood facing away from the water and subsequently towards the quest, which they had now lost hours of. Blaine took his hand and asked, "are you ready?"

Kurt looked at him, meeting his eyes and nodding. "Definitely."