A/N Okay, first off, in case you missed the A/N last chapter, or didn't notice the note in the summary that stated that I've edited and made some changes, all of which are listed in the Chapter ten author's notes. If I've missed anything, please let me know. Sorry if this has caused any confusion, but the story should flow a little better from this point on.

It was pointed out to me that Lady is a Vamp and Immortal Ever After were published in 2012, where as the Glee episodes involved in this story take place in 2010-2011. This is true, but if you read the books, you'll know that though the stories weren't published until later, they take place around the same time as the Glee episodes. Several books take place in a short span of time, and in the case of Bite Me if You Can and The Accidental Vampire take place at the same time. Again, sorry for any confusion.

Sectionals this Chapter! Going off canon a little here. Just a little.

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Friendly Competition

The following week was hectic at Dalton. On top of Warbler's practices, self defense class with Teddy, and working on getting Blaine to open up to him outside their shared dreams, he had a ton of homework. Classes at Dalton were much harder than those at McKinley, though Kurt loved the challenge of it. He would have been top of his class at McKinley if the teachers bothered to really grade the work rather than just give out pass/fail grades. Only Mr. Schuester and his French teacher had ever really acknowledged his intelligence.

And then there were the dreams. The first few nights he'd been back after his weekend home, the dreams were fairly ordinary. They were on a sail boat, and Blaine made fun of Kurt, who got seasick. They were at a fair, and Kurt laughed at Blaine, who got scared at the top of the Ferris wheel. They were baking in the kitchen and had a food fight. They were singing on stage at the Pantages.

And then there was another nightmare. Kurt had tried to redirect it, as he had before, but somehow Blaine had managed to push him out of the dream all together. Kurt sat up in bed, shocked by what had happened. He glanced at the clock; four thirteen in the morning. He sighed, frustrated. What was happening in Blaine's dream?

He had only gotten a glimpse, and heard a few words, before Blaine had shut him out. There was an older man who had the same facial features as Blaine, and he'd been calling Blaine weak, and using homophobic slurs.

Kurt lay down and tried to will himself back to sleep, needing to help his lifemate. After several long minutes of tossing and turning, he gave up and climbed out of bed. He dressed quickly and slipped silently down the hall. He knocked on Blaine's door.

"Blaine? Please, Blaine, can I come in? I need to talk to you." He knocked again, a little louder. He had heard the boy whimpering in his sleep. "Blaine! Let me in!"

There was a gasp from inside the room, and then he heard the smaller boy mumble his name. He knocked once more. "Please, Blaine? I-I need to talk to you!"

Finally, the door opened. Blaine looked like a wreck, hair gel-less, sticking out everywhere, eyes red and swollen, skin grayish.

"Kurt?" He sounded like a little boy seeking comfort after a fall. The pale boy just wanted to grab him up and rock him back and forth and whisper nonsense words to make it all better. "What are you doing here?"

Kurt stepped into Blaine's room, closing the door behind him. "I'm sorry, I woke up early and couldn't get back to sleep. I was heading down to the coffee shop when I heard you call out. I thought you'd hurt yourself."

Blaine let out a half choked sob. "I was having a bad dream. I'm sorry if it disturbed you."

"No, it's fine, I was just worried about you. Do you want to talk about it?" Kurt asked.

The darker boy sighed, still pretty shaken by the dream. He turned and sat on the side of the bed, putting his head in his hands. Kurt moved over and sat down beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Please, Blaine, talk to me? You don't have to go into detail if you don't want to. Just talk to me."

The other boy straightened his shoulders some, taking deep breaths to calm himself. "My dad and I don't get along very well. After I told him I was gay, he decided it was a choice I had made. He figured that if he made me do more 'manly' things, the gay would go away. He dragged me out camping, hiking, fishing, hunting, anything outdoorsy one summer. The next summer he made me rebuild a car with him. And then...the incident happened."

Kurt moved them both so that they were sitting more comfortably against the headboard. He pulled the smaller boy in against his side, letting him rest his curly head on his pale shoulder.

"I'd barely been out of the induced coma for a week when he mentioned it the first time. That if I had just 'manned up' and fought back, I wouldn't have been so severely injured. That if I hadn't chosen to be a weak little fairy, I could have knocked those guys on their asses." Each word that slipped from his lips had Kurt seeing red.

"Did you try to fight back?" Kurt asked softly.

"At first, yes. But there were too many of them. I managed to break the first guy's nose, but two more jumped me and pinned my arms to my sides."

Kurt hugged him. "Then your father's words are invalid. You did fight back. You aren't weak, you are simply human."

Blaine gave him a feeble smile at that. "Thanks, Kurt."

"I'm just stating the truth, no need to thank me for that. What happened with your dad after that?"

Blaine looked down, his fingers absently playing with the lapel on Kurt's blazer, tracing patterns. "I don't see him much anymore. He and my mother have been divorced since I was seven, and I live with her most of the time when I'm not here. I only see him a couple times during the summers. He still thinks he can make me straight. On the plus side, he's the reason I started boxing. I actually like it."

"Well, there's the silver lining." Kurt teased. "Why don't you get dressed and we'll go down to the coffee shop together."

Blaine smiled, not pulling away just yet. "Sounds like a plan. You don't have to wait for me, though. I'll be down in about fifteen minutes."

Kurt nodded, giving the other boy a hug before sitting up. "Okay, I'll meet you down there. I forgot my phone in my room anyway. I'm going to go grab that then head down. See you in a few."

He waited until Blaine gathered his clothes and disappeared into the bathroom, then went back down the hall to his room. He quickly grabbed a bag of blood, drinking it as fast as his fangs could suck it up, then using his superior speed, he showered and put on fresh clothes. He took a little more time on his face and hair, grabbed his phone, wallet, and messenger bag, then headed out the door. He made it to the coffee shop just a few minutes before Blaine.

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Both boys were tired through out the day, and when Warbler's practice came around, they were both yawning. Wes was not amused.

"Come on, Blaine, Kurt! This is our last rehearsal before Sectionals tomorrow!"

Blaine looked contrite. "I'm sorry, I didn't sleep very well last night."

David was a bit more sympathetic. "Relax, Wes, we've gone over these numbers a million times. We've got the moves down. It's almost time for dinner. I think we should let out early so everyone can rest up and be ready to kill it for the judges tomorrow."

There were several murmurs of agreement for his words. Finally, Wes gave in and dismissed them for the evening.

They all went to dinner together, talking excitedly about the competition. They were halfway through the meal when Jordan's boyfriend, Kris came over to the table. "Hey, did you guys hear?"

"Hear what?" Jordan asked.

"George has gone missing. The police are saying he ran away, but his parents swear he'd never do that, that he had no reason to."

Kurt frowned. The name was familiar, but he wasn't sure why. Blaine noticed his confusion. "George was a Warbler, but he got sick before you came and hasn't been back since. He had mono, but there were complications."

Kurt remembered now, he'd heard Blaine mention the name his first morning here. The rest of the meal found the boys speculating on whether the boy had actually run away, or if someone had taken him and why.

When it was finally time to go to sleep, Kurt decided that tonight, no matter what, he was going to take control of the dream, and make sure that Blaine would have a good night's sleep. He built an image in his mind, concentrating on it as he lay down to sleep.

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Blaine smiled when he looked around. He couldn't believe he was actually here. Diagon Alley! It was one of his favorite scenes from the movies.

"There you are, Blaine!" He heard someone call out. He turned and saw Kurt sitting in front of Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour.

Laughing he ran down the cobblestone street and hugged the taller boy. "Isn't this awesome, Kurt?"

"Very," the other boy said with a little sigh, hugging him a little tighter. After a moment, the pale boy pulled away, somewhat reluctantly, Blaine thought. "Our ice cream is melting."

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As they prepared to depart for the venue where the competition would be held, Kurt smiled as he watched Blaine. He seemed really happy today. The dream he had built for them had been amazing. They had explored the various shops made famous by the books. For a while, they had even forgotten it was just a dream and had argued over whether to buy an owl or a large ginger tabby.

The best part though, was that this morning, Blaine kept smiling at him, and looking at him as if he knew that Kurt had shared the dream with him. Kurt knew better than to get his hopes up just yet. Blaine still had issues he had to work through. But he was so happy that he had been able to give the boy at least that one perfect dream.

They reached the venue, and had just entered when several female voices called his name. "Kurt!"

He smiled as the New Direction girls rushed over and smothered him in hugs. He laughed and hugged them back. Even though it had been just over a week since he'd seen them, he really missed his friends.

Stephanie and Jeff were hugging as well. He smiled at the girl, glad she had at least one family member here to see her perform. The rest of new directions came over to great them. Finn gave him a hug, which surprised him, but felt good none the less.

As they headed backstage, he saw his dad and Carole, along with Tricia and Teddy, slip into their seats in the audience. He waved to them.

Half an hour later, they took their seats in the back of the theater as the first choir was announced. The older choir did an amazing job on The Living Years, but their version of Forever Young was marred when one of the gentleman seemed to have a mild heart attack near the end and had to be carried off stage by the nurse that had accompanied them.

Kurt was a little nervous as the Warblers took the stage. He didn't have a solo, so he wasn't feeling too much pressure, but this was the first time he was singing against New Directions. He loved them, and didn't want either of the teams to lose.

They opened with Hey Soul Sister, and Blaine was perfect, as usual. Then Nick and Jeff took the leads on Uptown Girl. The girls in the audience really seemed to love it. They finished with Wes leading on She drives me Crazy by Fine Young Cannibals. Kurt thought they had a really good chance of winning.

They took their seats again just as New Directions were introduced. Kurt was surprised when Stephanie took the stage alone and began singing.

Can anybody find me somebody to love

Ooh, each morning I get up I die a little
Can barely stand on my feet
(Take a look at yourself) Take a look in the mirror and cry (and cry)
Lord what you're doing to me (yeah yeah)
I have spent all my years in believing you
But I just can't get no relief, Lord!
Somebody (somebody) ooh somebody (somebody)
Can anybody find me somebody to love?

Artie wheeled out on to stage and joined her. Kurt remembered when they'd done this song last year. It had been good then, but this was amazing. Stephanie and Artie's chemistry infused the song with more depth and emotion than Rachel and Finn ever had.

I work hard (he works hard) every day of my life
I work till I ache in my bones
At the end (at the end of the day)
I take home my hard earned pay all on my own
I get down (down) on my knees (knees)
And I start to pray
Till the tears run down from my eyes
Lord somebody (somebody), ooh somebody
(Please) can anybody find me somebody to love?

(He works hard)
Everyday (everyday) I try and I try and I try
But everybody wants to put me down
They say I'm going crazy
They say I got a lot of water in my brain
Ah, got no common sense
I got nobody left to believe in
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

The rest of New Directions made their way on stage, singing and dancing.

Oh Lord
Ooh somebody, ooh somebody
Can anybody find me somebody to love?
(Can anybody find me someone to love)

Got no feel, I got no rhythm
I just keep losing my beat (you just keep losing and losing)
I'm OK, I'm alright (he's alright, he's alright)
I ain't gonna face no defeat (yeah yeah)
I just gotta get out of this prison cell
One day (someday) I'm gonna be free, Lord!

Find me somebody to love
Find me somebody to love
Find me somebody to love
Find me somebody to love
Find me somebody to love
Find me somebody to love
Find me somebody to love
Find me somebody to love love love
Find me somebody to love
Find me somebody to love
Somebody somebody somebody somebody
Somebody find me
Somebody find me somebody to love
Can anybody find me somebody to love?
(Find me somebody to love)
Ooh
(Find me somebody to love)
Find me somebody, somebody (find me somebody to love) somebody, somebody to love
Find me, find me, find me, find me, find me
Ooh, somebody to love (Find me somebody to love)
Ooh (find me somebody to love)
Find me, find me, find me somebody to love (find me somebody to love)
Anybody, anywhere, anybody find me somebody to love love love!
Somebody find me, find me love

The applause echoed through the auditorium. Kurt, Jeff, Blaine and Nick stood as Stephanie took her bow. Once they took a seat. Next, Quinn and Sam performed (I've had) The Time of My Life, And they ended it with Santana singing Valerie. They were really good, and now Kurt wasn't so sure of the Warblers' chances.

The wait for the results was nerve wracking. All three choirs chatted backstage (the gentleman who had collapsed was fine, just needed some air and water), and agreed that they had all done a great job. When they were finally called out on stage for the announcement, they wished each other good luck.

The Hipsters took third place, and the other two teams applauded for them enthusiastically. And then they held their breaths waiting to find out which of them would be moving forward.

"It's a tie!" Kurt couldn't hear anything after that as both teams shouted and hugged and celebrated.