Kurt woke up.

That was the first strange thing. He had expected to fade away into nothing. He didn't believe in Heaven, so he hadn't anticipated a bright light or a chorus of angels welcoming him to the afterlife. He had expected to just cease to be.

But his eyes fluttered open, and he quickly realized he wasn't dead at all.

It was dark. He was lying down, and something was hovering over him. Something warm and wet slid along the skin of his throat, pleasurable but alarming.

He was alive, which meant the vampire hadn't killed him.

Which meant…

Panic siezed Kurt and he cried out, attempting to sit up, attempting to push what was on him off. But he was so weak, light-headed, and what he now realized was Blaine easily held him down.

"You must rest. I was very hungry before and I'm afraid I took too much at once. I've been healing your wounds, but you still need to recover. I'll have some food brought to you."

Kurt trembled underneath him. Tears leaked from his eyes and fell down the sides of his face when Blaine leaned down and ran his tongue over Kurt's neck again.

"Wh-why?" Was all he could manage to gasp out.

He knew what this meant. He had come to the vampire intending only to give his blood and die so that his father could live and take care of Rachel. But the vampire apparently had other plans for Kurt, ones that horrified him. He knew the tales of vampires; they wanted to feed and kill, but if they decided to keep you alive, it was to make you into a slave until they tired of you. They preyed on innocent victims, mostly young girls, drinking their blood and using their bodies for their pleasure.

His heart was pounding and he strained against the vampire's strong grip. He began to weep in earnest, unable to accept his fate. His desperation had caused him to go to the vampire, and now he would pay. It was one thing to die; it was another to be kept as a slave, drained of blood over and over, tortured, raped.

Blaine's hand slid to rest over his rapidly beating heart. "This won't do." A light was suddenly turned on and Kurt gasped at his first good look at the predator who held him captive.

He was striking, deadly, gorgeous. Dark, curling hair, thick eyebrows, golden eyes framed with long, thick eyelashes, a strong jaw and sensuous mouth. Those golden eyes stared into Kurt's and Kurt shut his eyes, remembering what he had been told as a child: vampires could control your emotions and thoughts if you looked into their eyes. Kurt would not be a living doll. He wouldn't let his mind be violated too.

Blaine shifted off of him, though he kept his arm across Kurt's chest, preventing him from getting up and running.

"As much as I enjoy the sound of your heart beating so quickly, knowing it is caused by such fear saddens me."

Kurt kept his eyes shut, but he couldn't stop crying. "I-I didn't want this," he said, "but you don't care."

A hand stroked his cheek. "Didn't want what, beautiful one? Your father's surgery was a success. I'm told he is doing very well. Is that not what you wanted?"

Kurt's heart leapt with joy, but he wouldn't let such good news distract him. He wouldn't let the vampire trick him more than he already had.

"I thought you would just kill me," he whispered miserably, "a-and now…you'll keep me trapped here and use me like a slave." His crying turned into sobs, and this time when he strained against Blaine's hold, the vampire let him go. Kurt curled onto his side away from his captor, hiding his face in his hands.

He should have lied, said he wasn't a virgin, that he smoked all the time, that he had some sort of odd disease. Then the vampire wouldn't have wanted to keep him for more than a night.

He felt a hand on his shoulder and cringed. "Please d-don't do this to me," he said, but he knew there would be no convincing the vampire.

"Kurt, look at me." His voice was soft, gentle. Kurt refused to look. "I'm not going to compel you, if that's what you fear. I couldn't if I wanted to. That particular vampire ability is just a myth. As are many of the things you've been told, it sounds like."

Cautiously, Kurt peeked his eyes open, turning his head to look over his shoulder. The vampire was looking at him intensely, frowning. It looked like he was sad, concerned even. But that couldn't be.

"Wh-what do you mean?"