Once More To Get It Right

by TintedInRose

Blaine, a hopeless vampire pining away for his lost love is ready to give up on this life when fate throws him a second chance. Kurt is just the same lonely boy from Lima, Ohio- the only difference is that he has these strange dreams of a boy with curly hair, golden eyes and... fangs?

21. Chapter 21

Disclaimer - I own nothing Glee or otherwise recognisable

Hey, hey guys!

First off let me say a massive THANK YOU to every lovely person who's shown their support and love for me and this story respectively. You have no idea how much it means to me to read such kind messages (:

Also 600 reviews?! Did I mention you guys rock?

So I know this is later than I planned but I kind of scrapped what I already had (which was pretty much finished) and started from scratch for this chapter so it took longer than I promised. Sorry. But I am soooo much happier with this version that I think it was worth it and hope you agree by the end. Bonus that it ended up being so very long, so that should score me some points back ;)

Also important info for this chapter- Brittany and Kurt never kissed or anything. Also the Finn thing wasn't as drawn out as in the show and didn't get as far as the whole basement incident. Finn never really found out about the crush and Kurt got over it quite quickly. Sorry for the canon changes but they were necessary for the story (:

Apologies for mistakes like always people, I definitely didn't get them all in this monster chapter (:

Warnings- Swearing, Vampire stuff, Blood, Smut, Mentions of violence/ implied violence...sorry if I missed anything!

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Once More To Get It Right

Chapter 21

Dalton

"Join."

Kurt kept his eyes dead forwards, trying valiantly to listen and take the correct notes.

"Hey, Kurt?"

….

"Kurt?" Another pause. "Psst, Kurt!"

"What?!" the fae prince hissed back.

"Join."

The pencil in his hand snapped but the boy next to him was oblivious as he started dancing in his chair exaggeratedly. "Join. Join. Join. Joiny, join, join."

The teacher had spotted the commotion by now and was sending them pointed looks. A chance to stop now before she called them out. Kurt elbowed the idiot in the ribs but he could see something building up, the split second before the crash.

"Don't you dare," he gritted out warningly.

He received the most shit eating grin back, a deep breathe and then in his deepest, loudest voice Zachery Kensignton sang to the whole room.

"Jooooooooiiiiiiiinnnnnnn!"

Kurt was utterly horrified and sank down the lowest into his chair that was possible.

Swallow me up ground… Please swallow me… I taste nice I promise… I'll pay you…

"Boys!" the teacher snapped slamming a book down on her overcrowded desk and eliciting stunned silence. "No more of this immature behaviour or it's detention for both of you. Do I make myself clear?"

"But it's for a good cause Miss Shankley!" Zach protested not doing them any favours.

"I hate you," Kurt muttered under his breath, trying to make himself as small as possible to avoid scrutiny. This woman was the definition of old school teaching from manner to the severe bun and librarian glasses perched on her pointed nose. In fact Kurt wouldn't be surprised if she kept a polished cane in a drawer somewhere as a reminder of the good ol' days.

The vampire's may have founded and owned the school but the staff weren't all supernatural creatures and Miss Shankley was of a special breed of strict human that had no problems with dishing out punishments. The tense silence in the room despite Zach's antics was testament to that.

The women arched a sceptical brow. "Really, now? What pray tell is so pressing that you have to interrupt my classroom Mr. Kensignton?"

Zach threw his hands up, rolled up cuffs yanking past his elbows. "Getting Kurt to join the Warblers of course! We need him and he's denying us his voice and it's all a very sad state of affairs." He shook his head sadly and put a hand to his heart. "I'm just trying to do my part as a loyal member of our schools prestigious group."

The greying woman was having none of it. "Eyes on the board young man. One more peep out of you and you're out of my classroom and seeing the Principal, understood?"

Zach mimed zipping his lips and exaggeratedly throwing the key out of the nearby window. To say that the teacher was less than impressed was the understatement of the century. She narrowed her sharp blue eyes before turning around once more and picking up the book she was jotting notes from.

Zach turned to Kurt unfazed like that whole little interlude never happened at all. "So are you gonna join or not?"

A slam. "That's it! Out!"

Zach pouted but gathered up his stuff and sauntered out of the room and Kurt kept his head down to avoid all the curious stares people were giving him, like he was just as implicit in this whole drama. He hadn't done anything! He was the victim here!

The class started to settle again after a few choice comments on 'insolent boys' and 'no respect', pupils diligently copying from the board when a movement out the corner of Kurt's eye grabbed his attention and he had to hold back his squawk of surprise when he saw not only Zach, but Jeff and Nick all outside the window holding up handmade signs into the wind.

It'd been what? Ten minutes? How could Zach have recruited Jeff and Nick out of lessons and made signs in that length of time?

Well, okay. Vampires. Super speed and all that jazz. But surely there were more productive things they could be doing!

For the life of him he couldn't hold in the giggle that spilled over his lips when he read them. First there was Jeff who was dancing around in circles with his colourful, glitter spangled mess of a poster making it hard to read but when he did he snorted.

Make sweet music with me, Kurtie!

Nick's was cheesy as all hell. We want you back for good! A Take That quote in brilliant pink that he was waving back and forth slowly like Barlow was on the stage in front of him.

Zach's was simple and understated of course as he jumped up and down repeatedly. Block capitals, black ink. JOIN!

Kurt silently judged them all but strangely couldn't help but love the crazy.

And how could he say no to all that? Earlier on this morning Blaine had brought up this very conversation and tried to coax him back into the group with soft kisses and needy pleas. Kurt had to admit he was already sold then and had planned to tell the rest of the coven later on, but Zach had been annoying him so much he hadn't wanted to give him the satisfaction just yet. But this. This was all so ridiculously heart-warming that he was now one hundred and a million percent on board.

He'd never had anyone want him for his talent before… as well as his friendship.

At McKinley he'd signed up himself and sure he was accepted after auditioning but really, at the time he was sure that anyone was welcome just to make up the numbers. Not that he doubted his talent. Kurt knew he could sing. He knew he could sing well, but before Sectionals it had never truly been appreciated or cultivated competitively other than filling in backing harmonies… or his stint on the Cheerio's that always put a small smile on his face. Sue Sylvester was a megalomaniac but she was strangely fair in her own way. Nothing was handed to anyone, you had to work hard for it and everyone had a shot.

"Mr Hummel!"

The fae snapped his head back around and wondered just how long the teacher had been trying to gather his attention. The red look on her face didn't look too promising.

"Sorry, Miss Shankley," he apologised at once and dutifully put his head down to his book and notepad, darting glances through the window out the corner of his eyes.

They were still there in the cold, looking like weirdo's on speed or something and he discreetly sent them a thumbs up if only to get them to leave and watched them cheer and go mad with excitement.

Unfortunately that meant noise.

"What is that?!" the woman at her desk asked in exasperation at the shrieking, hair now flyaway with her agitation. She walked to the window and peered out and Kurt watched his friends jump in fright and sprint away, though they all still held their signs up proudly for as long as they could be seen. There were chuckles and whispers spreading throughout the room from other students who watched the antics with amusement, an infectious ripple that could no longer be held under Miss Shankley's iron control.

Loveable idiots.

"More friends of yours?" Miss Shankley asked tightly and all Kurt could do was wince and try to smile as innocently as he possibly could manage in reply.

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"You assholes nearly got me detention on my first week here!" Blaine's beautiful mate snapped as they settled down for lunch at their usual table.

"But you didn't," Zach pointed out from his seat opposite, messily sprawled and uniform dishevelled like it always ended up after the first ten minutes of him wearing it. He was currently tossing an apple from hand to hand and sneaking not so subtle glances in Adam's direction. The pale vampire had literally tackled Gerrad for the seat next to the built blonde and the younger coven member was still grumbling and cradling his 'owie' to his chest while shooting pointed glares Zach's way.

"It's not the point," Kurt retorted angrily also pointing his fork in the redhead's direction and making Blaine fear for the vampire's life, but Blaine had always found angry Kurt sexy as hell so he ignored the beseeching looks Zach was sending him in favour of staring intently at his Chosen and trying to stave off an embarrassing erection in the middle of the cafeteria.

"No the point is that you're joining the Warblers again!" Jeff broke in grabbing a stray salad bowl and throwing it into the air so the lettuce leaves rained down like confetti. That the cherry tomato's nearly caused several casualties and the cucumber got stuck in people's hair was neither here nor there to the blonde fae.

"Ow! That was my fucking eye Jeffery you massive prick! Why does this shit only happen to me?" David hissed out cupping the area.

"Because you're an easy target?" asked Sebastian casually, twirling his phone around on the table. He was at the far end next to Thad so missed most of the carnage. It wasn't typical for this particular vampire to join them seeing as he didn't actually eat normal food whatsoever but it was nice for him to sort of make an effort for once.

"Fuck off."

Blaine rolled his eyes at the common exchange, trying to pick out the leaf that was stuck to his hair gel.

Kurt who had ducked for cover as soon as he'd spotted even the remotest danger to his coif peeked up from under the table which was pretty damn adorable and resumed his seat amongst the vegetable chaos turning to help Blaine rid himself of his new leafy hat.

"You wouldn't have this problem if you didn't wear all that gel you know," the fae commented what he thought was casually, but Blaine knew better. Knew that Kurt had a thing for his loose curls and Blaine had a thing for Kurt having any kind of thing about him. A rush of warmth and sparking nerves invaded the vampire's body.

"Well you could always help me wash it out later," he suggested on a low purr, complete with a smirk when Kurt's eyes caught his and held. He saw the darkening eyes and cheeks and wanted nothing more than to drag them both out of here and to their room.

"If you're good I just may," Kurt whispered back and he was positively feline in front of him. "But until then, you're not gonna say anything about me joining?"

Blaine grinned widely as he thought back to their wake up earlier this morning. It was lazy and heated and perfect, not going further than making out but still just as good as anything else. "I knew I had you hooked this morning."

Kurt leant back in his chair, finished deforesting and kinked a brow. "Oh really?"

The vampire nodded surely and bent over to whisper directly into the fae's ear. "Uh huh, you know when I did that thing with my tongue and you moaned my name so sweetly? That's when I knew I had you."

He heard Kurt's breathe stutter in his chest and he pulled back to see his Chosen looking shaky and lustful. "How about you remind me what you did later? We'll go over it again just so we're clear."

Blaine bit his lip and eyed him up and down hungrily. "In detail, we don't want to miss anything important after all."

"So Kurt, you won't have to re-audition seeing as you were already a member but you'll need a few things if you're joining again. I'll send you over our practise schedule and list of upcoming events," Wes cut in unawares and Blaine had never wanted to kill his friend more as Kurt redirected his attention.

"Like the Christmas show," Trent informed him through a mouthful of fries, uncaring about the cucumber slice in his fringe. The male had always been a bit of a slob. "It's next week."

Kurt looked a little anxious and Blaine shuffled their chairs closer. "And you want me to learn all your routines and arrangements by then?"

Blaine leant forwards and kissed him gently on the temple. "You'll be fine. More than enough time beautiful."

"Ooo, you know what we should do?" Jeff piped up, excitement making his voice carry.

"Not throw tomatoes again? Yeah that's a good idea," David answered sarcastically and Nick flipped him off on behalf of his Chosen.

Jeff was unperturbed however. "B and Kurt should duet!"

Blaine immediately loved the idea. They hadn't sung together properly once since Kurt had been back and he was itching to do it. To connect with Kurt on that level once more and witness all that passion up close, directed at him and doing the same back.

"But we've already planned the numbers," Wes argued back opening his water bottle.

"We could have something ready in time," Blaine assured placing an arm around the back of Kurt's chair and smiling at him.

"But you don't have to. I don't want to come in and just steal someone else's spot," Kurt assured even though Blaine knew that Kurt was equally dying to get back on stage and perform, especially with the way his legs were bouncing under the tabletop.

Sebastian laughed without humour. "Course you wouldn't."

Blaine sent him a warning glare and just received a blank look in return. He knew that these little comments were going to be frequent; the vampire couldn't help himself after all. But what stopped him from launching across the table and slamming the vampire face first into the wood was the fact that for all that he'd heard, they were no more than the barbs Smythe dished out to all of them. Not that he was going to let the ass get away with even saying those things to his Chosen, but he'd handle it responsibly and wait until they weren't in front of a hall full of humans before kicking off. He'd already created one too many problems for his coven- especially Wes- in the past months.

"They used to sound amazing together if I remember right," Thad chipped in from next to Sebastian where he was turning over some gadget or another.

"Could be fun," Adam said with a warm smile in their direction.

"You know what else is fun?" Zach slyly propositioned from his side and Adam blushed red hurrying his eyes in the other direction. Poor vampire. He watched Zach sigh and pout, dramatically letting his cheek fall into his hand like he truly didn't know where he was going wrong.

Blaine made a note to pull Zach to one side and get a handle on just what was going on between him and Adam.

"If you come up with something usable in time for everyone else to learn as well then we'll hear it out," Wes promised fairly and Kurt bounced happily in his seat while Jeff chorused a 'Yay!' for his best friend.

Conversation flowed easily after that. The usual loud boisterous antics of a coven full of vampires and two mischievous fae completely in their own bubble away from the rest of the Dalton population.

"So about this date tonight?" Blaine asked in an aside once Kurt finished laughing at something Jeff had said about shaved heads? He didn't know if he had to be worried that they were up to something so soon again or not…strike that. They were always up to something.

Kurt beamed at him with the reminder and Blaine couldn't help but smile back. His excitement about the two friends he'd managed to keep from his old school was cute as hell.

"Are these two girls actually together?"

Kurt pulled a face. "Brittney and Santana sweetie and it's complicated. McKinley complicated."

Blaine frowned feeling he was missing something terribly big here. "I have no idea what that means."

Kurt laughed. "Well let's just say that relationships at McKinley is a lot like spin the bottle."

"Everyone with anyone?" Blaine asked in distaste. The concept of casually dating was completely foreign to him seeing as he'd met his Chosen so young. Sure, unmated creatures kept one another company from time to time but it was never something Blaine had ever had to experience thank the God's, even though the trysts were harmless and drama-free, all parties knowing they were still looking for their special one.

"Basically and they each lasted about as long too," Kurt explained with an eye roll that fully explained his viewpoint on the subject. But Blaine needed full clarification from Kurt's own mouth.

"You didn't bottle date anyone right?"

Kurt screwed his nose up adorably. "No, though there was a rough patch where I wanted to that was very dark days indeed." He shuddered exaggeratedly. "And bottle date, Blaine? Really?"

But the vampire was hardly listening over the roar in his ears. Kurt had wanted to date someone else. Someone other than him!

"Sweetie? Your fangs are showing," Kurt informed him, drawing his brows down and glancing around nervously to check if anyone was looking that shouldn't be before turning back to Blaine. "Wha-"

"Who was it?" Blaine demanded cutting in. He was losing his head but he couldn't help it, fuelled by the liquid fire pooling in his stomach. A potent mix of jealously, rage and possessiveness that was just waiting to ignite given the right spark.

Glasz eyes grew warier. "Who was what?"

"The person you wanted to date!"

His Chosen laughed incredulously before whispering. "Blaine, it wasn't even a thing. Maybe a two week period when I got really lonely and he helped me out once when the bullying got rougher, that's all. I quickly realised it was stupid sweetie," he assured scooting over into the vampires lap- a big screw it to his sometimes shyer approach to their relationship when in the public eye- and nuzzling into the side of his face, arms wrapped around his shoulders. "I told you. It's always been you, even when I was idiotically chasing him I just wished he was you." He paused briefly and looked down saying the last part so quietly even Blaine strained to hear it. "I was lonely Blaine and I thought I'd just made you up in my head."

It cooled the fire in his veins like a pale of ice was doused over his head and Blaine squeezed his prince tight around the waist, turning him and pressing a few apologetic kisses to his lips and jaw.

"I should have found you sooner," Blaine mumbled knowing it was stupid but wishing it with all his heart all the same.

Kurt squeezed him closer still, shaking his head. "You couldn't have known, sweetie."

Blaine hummed in agreement though it was still laced through with dissatisfaction and rested his forehead against Kurt's collarbone, wishing the material wasn't there so he could mouth at it and maybe mark it properly. A pretty red bruise from his lips that would look stunning against the flawless porcelain surrounding it.

Just because he calmed down didn't mean he still didn't feel that fierce urge to claim and prove ownership.

"You still didn't tell me who it was," Blaine realised after a while and he felt Kurt sigh.

"It doesn't matter, Blaine. It really doesn't. You're just gonna get upset again."

The vampire frowned and pulled back to look him in the face, meeting resigned cerulean head on. He didn't like the sound of that one bit. "Why would I?"

Kurt bit at his full lower lip, bouncing his eyes back and forth between Blaine's own searchingly before something in Kurt's gave. "It was Finn okay? And it was nothing so can we just move on?"

Back the fuck up.

"As in you're brother?!"

"See I told you!" Kurt accused and tried to wiggle his way free. Blaine wouldn't let him and he was oblivious to the stares they were probably getting by now from human and vampire alike.

"You live with him, Kurt! You shared a room with him at one point!"

"And I was already totally over it when that happened!" Kurt countered heatedly. Blaine wasn't appeased. "For God's sake! I never kissed him, Blaine. I never dated him or pictured him naked or wanted him like that. It was more like some hero worship gratitude thing that I got over when I realised he chews with his mouth open, wears horrible clothes and has next to no manners at all. He's my brother. That's it. And I don't have to explain myself to you."

Blaine blanched on that last line and realised he'd taken it too far when he took in Kurt's closed off expression, his tense body language, how he wouldn't even meet Blaine's eye.

Remorseful Blaine leant up to start placing soft kisses to Kurt's exposed neck only to have him shy away. The vampire was determined however and followed grabbing his chin between forefinger and thumb and swallowing the protest rising to vanilla flavoured lips swiftly.

Kurt was still beneath him at first but after a little gentle coaxing he melted in Blaine's arms and pushed back, finding their rhythm naturally. It was soft and sweet and slow and drugging, with only the littlest of tongue and hardly any teeth.

Blaine pulled back a centimetre so he could speak into the plush mouth under his, "I'm sorry my love. I just hate the thought of you with anyone else."

Tapered fingers scratched tantalisingly at his nape, hot breaths blending in with his own and drying the dampness left by searching tongues. "I've never been with anyone else and never will be. It just feels like you don't trust me when you're like that sometimes."

That stung.

"Oh no I do trust you Kurt, I've never trusted anyone more. I just can't help it though, its instinct." He didn't know how to explain it better. How to word that the thought of Kurt with anyone, wanting anyone other than him was like a hot brand down his throat. A taunting whip on his skin drawing the monster out from underneath all the charm.

Kurt gazed down at him for a moment and it was like he was pulling the thoughts out of his head without them passing his lips or the fae speaking a word, before nodding his understanding, ducking to press their foreheads together. Blaine felt a crash of relief and acceptance that filled him to bursting. No matter how many vices and flaws he had, Kurt had always and still always embraced them wholeheartedly no matter what arguments or conflicts they caused between them or others. "I'm yours, Blaine and you're mine."

Just what he needed to hear. Exactly what he needed and Blaine moaned lowly, a big screw you to table etiquette as he captured Kurt's lips once more in a lazy sweep.

"Guys," Trent interrupted. "Not that this isn't turning me on more than it probably should but lunch is almost over."

Kurt broke away with a gasp and a blush while Blaine merely pouted and sulked.

"Hey," Trent held his hands up with a smirk. "I'll grab a beer and some one's and we can continue this show downstairs if you would prefer, B."

Blaine was about to reply when he saw Kurt narrow his eyes. "Keep going and see what happens," he dared darkly and the vampire looked more than a little cowed.

Trent cleared his throat and jumped up from his chair to skirt around the table, cucumber slice finally succumbing to gravity. "I think I have like… German or something this way."

"But you don't take German," Spencer laughed behind the retreating figure.

They saw a hand wave above the crowds swallowing the vampire up and a distant voice shouting. "I'll take my chances with Hitler."

Blaine glanced at Kurt and saw him preening happily and couldn't help the loud laugh that escaped him.

He loved his Chosen.

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Classes had finally finished with an ungodly amount of assignments and Kurt had rushed him and Blaine to their dorms to change for tonight's trip to Lima. Homework would just have the wait for the night.

He was nervous which was expected after not seeing his friends for what felt like forever and after everything that had gone down in that classroom, but what was really tying his stomach into knots was the idea that had been forming in his head all of last period.

David Karofsky.

It wasn't that he wanted to think about his former bully but his presence was like a festering sore. He needed it treated before it would go away and the longer he left it, the worse it got.

They were headed out passed that way so it would be easy to just stop in and see how the boy was doing. It was like Jeff said. Once he saw the jock improving and healthier then maybe he could banish him from his mind altogether? Maybe if he got a chance to apologise he'd feel better? He didn't want this hanging around his neck any longer.

What was left now was convincing Blaine, which was not a conversation the fae was looking forwards too. He'd spent most of his English lesson running through ways of broaching the topic at least. The reasons why he wanted to. In fact he'd built the whole situation so big in his mind that it seemed too large of a thing to get through his mouth. He got so frustrated in the end by his stop and starts that he'd turned to just blurt it out in one big jumble and take it from there.

He got distracted however.

One minute they were undressing to get into the shower Kurt running thoughts over, the next they were both a topless, trouser-less mess of rutting pelvises and gasping mouths no thoughts whatsoever.

Blaine had started it.

Kurt had barely unzipped his fly as he span on his heel when the vampire pounced on him, hot tongue licking into his open mouth while he guided them blindly backwards until they hit the bed and fell across haphazardly. There wasn't one thought of protest that flitted across Kurt's mind as Blaine naturally slotted in between Kurt's legs, the curtain of lust and fog of Blaine himself clouding up his senses. It drove the fae upwards eagerly, grasping at strong shoulders and digging in nails every time Kurt's quickly rock hard erection met Blaine's.

"All day," his boyfriend moaned in a daze, the rough wrecked tone music to Kurt's ears and sending shivers down his spine. "I wanted you…ung…all fucking…ah… day beautiful."

Strong hands moved down to palm the curves of his ass and force the contact of their combined thrusts deeper and all Kurt could do was lock his ankles around Blaine's back and arch into it with whimpers and keens of approval. Blaine was pulling so hard that eventually Kurt's hips were completely off the bed, shoulders pressed down as Blaine beared down on his knees in a glorious display of strength that had Kurt dizzy and turned on more than he could stand.

"God, Blaine…" he couldn't explain himself, couldn't find the words as he dove a hand through product to latch onto the hair underneath.

The vampire hissed at the pull and all but dragged Kurt upright in his lap and suddenly Kurt had the control as he gyrated downwards experimentally gaining confidence with every hoarse shout and groan he drew out of his boyfriend. This was different. Being the one to control the pace, the depth and force. He liked it probably more than he should.

Blaine's hands found the fae's hips pulling him closer into the heated, hard planes of his body and Kurt just couldn't keep himself from grinding down on his boyfriend more forcefully, probably without any technique whatsoever but desperate for some kind of ease for the ache straining his boxers. Blaine groaned again as they shared another wet kiss, fingers tightening their hold and guiding him into another dip along the rock hard length of vampire between his thighs. Pure sensual sensation clawed through Kurt and he gasped into Blaine's mouth only for the vampire to steal the opportunity to deepen the kiss even further. His tongue stroked along the teen's teasing and wicked and God he tasted amazing like always. Coffee and something sweet and everything Blaine.

Kurt was going into sensory overload but still he couldn't stop, wanted more.

Breaking his mouth away he drew in panting breathes of air while Blaine skimmed puffy lips along his jaw placing open-mouth kisses down Kurt's neck.

"Oh God," he burst out on a whimper when the vamp nipped at his ear causing sparks to shoot down his spine, arching his back just so and creating the most delicious friction against his clothed erection as it rubbed against hard abs.

"Mmm, hot. So hot, Kurt," Blaine encouraged low and gravelly, sweat slicking their bodies now as he skimmed his hands up the fae's sides until they hit just under his nipples and Kurt found he was holding his breathe in anticipation.

Blaine lifted his head from his exploration of the slope of the teen's neck to lock eyes with him. What he saw had him exhaling while a new rush of need flooded his stomach and tightened it to painful. Those dark eyes in that too handsome face held Kurt captive and breathless, every pleasure spot on his body crying out greedily for attention. He wanted Blaine's mouth, he wanted his hands, he wanted his fangs.

"You're stunning...you know that right?" Blaine asked hotly grasping Kurt's hip in one hand while he traced a single finger from the fae's collarbone, down his sternum and all the way to his belly button piercing. Kurt arched under his touch a strangled whimper caught in his throat as his head fell back on his shoulders. "And all mine," he added darkly letting Kurt know his boyfriend wasn't entirely over his bout of jealousy earlier as he shivered in the after affects.

"Touch me, Blaine," he pleaded breathlessly. He was so hard, so aching, so ready for him that it was torment.

He felt his boyfriend's fingers marking random patterns on his sensitive, overheated skin as he took Kurt in.

"Where?" he asked eagerly.

Kurt ran his hand up Blaine's muscular arm until he reached his shoulder. "Everywhere, anywhere," he replied his voice coming out raspier and lower, eyes heavily hooded and blown out, mouth raw and swollen and tingling from the constant pressure.

He watched as Blaine leant forwards and pressed a kiss to the little dip where the teen's neck and shoulder met, tongue flicking out to wet the skin. "Here?" he asked against porcelain.

Kurt could only murmur his approval as words seemed too far away to process, tilting his head in pure selfish rapture. Blaine moved down an inch to a little under his collar bone. "How about here?" he continued and nipped the skin there causing the fae's hips to grind forwards of there own accord.

Oh shit he was driving him insane.

"Or there's always..." he let it trail, the words sending puffs of hot air across Kurt's taut nipple just before he flicked his tongue out.

"Blaine!" he cried out completely uninhibited, nails digging into his shoulder to which the vampire hissed in pleasured pain before he took the nipple fully into his mouth. Kurt was seeing stars, was so throbbing and hard that he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep it together.

He never knew just how sensitive his nipples were until right now and it caused him to writhe on Blaine's lap, pressing them together even tighter. They rocked in sync until Kurt's thighs were quivering in exertion and the fae just couldn't help the heavy motion of his hips anymore, not when Blaine's mouth was doing such exquisite things to him the hint of fang utterly sinful and teasingly out of reach. Blaine's right hand tried to still his movements somewhat but when he realised Kurt wasn't going to stop anytime soon he quickly ducked his hand into Kurt's underwear and stroked him from base to tip.

Kurt practically shot off his lap as a scream of pleasure broke past his lips, nails scraping red trails across broad shoulders. Blaine could barely stop his own moan of pleasure as he released Kurt's nipple and attacked his neck once again.

"Fuck, Kurt you're so hard for me beautiful," he exclaimed tightly swirling his thumb around the head and slit, making the fae pant for him.

"Ahh, Blaine… so good. So, so, sooo good. Love you," he babbled before ducking down and putting swollen lips to the parted ones underneath while he grinded down harder, ass tight against the heated length under it wanting the vampire as worked up as he was. Blaine rumbled his pleasure deep in his chest slotting his free hand against Kurt's hips once more to keep up the pace. The fae was sure he was going to have a print of Blaine's fingers there come morning and that only served to send a lance of heat deep into his stomach.

Running hands down that impressive chest Kurt moved in time with him as they stroked and thrust in sync until Kurt was a trembling mess above him. His cries were getting louder; Blaine's name a constant praise on his lips throughout as his body tightened up ready to let loose the tension finally. Blaine caught his mouth with teeth then lips, duelling their tongues in passionate kisses while he worked Kurt relentlessly, never letting up, always keeping him running full tilt towards the cliff. Kisses strayed back towards his neck, an inevitable that the fae adored especially when the vampire began licking at his favourite spot on the left side.

"Ah, do it, Blaine. Please," he begged and it took one strike of fangs until he saw white and splintered apart in Blaine's capable hands, a broken cry of the vampire's name saturating the heavy air around them. He had never felt anything remotely close to this level of bliss until he met Blaine- waves of intense pleasure rising up and washing him clean until he was feeling boneless and wickedly sated.

Blaine was quick to follow, moaning obscenely into his neck as his hips stuttered underneath and Kurt felt wet pulses soaking through both their underwear making him whimper in a combination of knowledge and feeling. They rode it out together, Kurt uttering sweet words and giving soft kisses as Blaine finished off feeding, keeping Kurt on just that side of the knife edge until he removed his fangs, sealed Kurt up and fell back onto the bed keeping the fae sprawled messily across his chest.

"Amazing," Blaine murmured dreamily. "So perfect."

Kurt couldn't smile wider or more contently as he caught his breath back. He loved afterglow, fully fed Blaine. There was something endearing and utterly adorable about the lazy, affectionate mood that overtook the vampire just after Kurt was finding.

As for the spontaneous intimacy itself?

Kurt hadn't felt anything but comfortable and increasingly confident in his boyfriend's arms. He didn't know whether it was an affect of as yet undiscovered memories and feelings making themselves known and providing subconscious reassurance, but for as far as they'd gone so far Kurt was happy with how things stood. He definitely wasn't ready to take that final step and maybe they'd work up past rutting and handjobs in time but for right now he was content to stay where they were in their physical relationship. Besides, he was sure they hadn't even begun to explore the options this provided yet, nor even one another properly.

The fantasy of staying in Blaine's huge double bed in his apartment underground, just spending a whole day discovering the vampire's body with hands, lips, teeth and tongue was a sinful enticement that stirred his groin and fluttered his stomach even so soon after releasing. He imagined him naked and splayed out, hair loose and fangs just peeking past parted lips with eyes melted gold and just the right side of darkened. He imagined crawling all over that strong frame, wringing out broken sounds no one else ever heard and rediscovering ever pleasure spot and weakness on the vampire's body.

Kurt's own body was starting to feel very interested again and it shocked him how quickly he could recover. Was this a fae thing or a Blaine thing? He didn't know whether to be embarrassed or not, especially because Blaine could no doubt feel his growing erection against his lower stomach.

The vampire rumbled deep in his chest and shifted his hips up.

Yep. Definitely felt it.

Kurt bit back his answering purr barely.

"What are you thinking about?" Blaine asked huskily, running hot hands down his sides only to dip into the back of his damp underwear to cup his ass, spreading fingers and stretching his palms to try and capture all of it.

The answer should have been a simple, flirty; 'You,' and then they may have made out for a while before eventually manoeuvring themselves into the shower. What actually come out of Kurt's mouth was highly unexpected. Thoughts tumbling back into his clearing mind.

"I want to visit David Karofsky."

---

Westerville General Hospital

Kurt didn't really know just what he hoped to accomplish here as he paced the corridor outside of David Karofsky's hospital room after being shown here by the interesting Doctor Carlos. The fae was dressed up for their double date in a slim fitted black shirt that hugged his torso like a second skin and a pair of apple green skinnie's with his Jimmy's buckled over them. Breadstix was hardly a high class spot so he went for understated and didn't pair many accessories other than a silver belt.

The arguments for getting here in the first place had been arduous; Blaine flat out refusing at first before the begging Kurt had shamelessly done swayed his resolve. It may have also helped that the fae was half naked on top of him at the time, their releases still wet and sticky between them. He wasn't above dirty tactics to get his way.

Kurt needed a little closure on this.

What made things impossibly difficult was the fact that his old bully didn't remember anything from what happened and possibly nothing about the kiss he forced on Kurt. It made the teen uncomfortable to know that he knew such a huge secret part of the jock, a part that Karofsky obviously wasn't ready to deal with or share.

"I should go in there with you," Blaine stated for the millionth time in the time it took to decide to come here. Blaine himself had disregarded the current weather and had gone for a pair of rolled up beige chino's, some blue Toms and a cream knit sweater that really deepened his natural skin tone beautifully.

Kurt shook his head and tried not to get caught up just staring at his gorgeous boyfriend. "I just need a few minutes alone with him, it's not like he can do anything while he's in a hospital bed. Besides he doesn't even remember what happened."

"He does or says anything to you Kurt, I swear to the Gods-"

Kurt cut him off with a kiss to the lips, pouring all the reassurance he was capable into it and pulling back a few inches to stare into his eyes, feeling hands grasping onto his hips possessively. "I'll be out before you know it sweetie and then we can head to the restaurant."

The reminder of their date got Blaine's lips twitching upwards and he nodded before removing his grip and stepping back to lean against the adjacent wall, a gorgeous silhouette of colours against stark whiteness. "I'll be here."

Kurt nodded, took a deep breath then tentatively walked over and pushed the door open into the sterilised room that smelled even more so of antiseptic than the corridors. The quiet beeping and whirring from machines was a constant background hum but Kurt hardly noticed any of the many wires and tubes snaking around the bed and floor. He was fixed instead on the image of David's discoloured, tapped face. The cast around his right hand and strapped fingers. For someone who usually took up so much space with their frame and personality, it was disconcerting to see him looking so small as he lay there with his eyes closed.

Kurt nearly turned straight around but he steeled himself and continued to the miserable lone seat next to the jock's bedside, ready to wait it out a while if the boy was indeed as asleep as he appeared. The light scrape of the chair against the flooring was what announced his presence to David and the boy flickered his brown eyes open and glanced to the side only to grunt in surprise. It was clear he hadn't been asleep at all by the alertness in eyes and actions and Kurt only had a second to bemoan the fact that sleep might have actually dulled the jock's reactions somewhat.

"Wha' are you doin' 'ere?" he asked immediately hostile, though slurred and through his teeth and Kurt remembered Wes saying that his jaw had been dislocated. He winced in sympathy, the sick feeling in his stomach only getting worse. This was supposed to make him feel better.

"I…" What was he supposed to say? There was nothing on his tongue but the truth…well part of it. "I just wanted to make sure you were alright," he decided on, saying it carefully neutral.

Karofsky flinched and Kurt could see his mind was working overtime trying to suss out hidden motives. "Why the 'ell would you do tha fairy?" he growled out and Kurt darted a look towards the door, expecting Blaine to come rushing in fangs drawn. There was no disputing that Blaine was probably listening intently to every word and could here them loud and clear from his current spot.

Kurt strove on, trying to steer this confrontation to calmer waters and get what he needed to say out before it all went horribly wrong.

He tugged at his shirt cuff nervously. "Because even after all the shit you've given me over the years, all the abuse…" he paused to gauge his once tormentor's expression and finding not much more than anger and confusion. The fae found he was more disappointed than any other reaction- not mad or indignant like he'd expect in the face of the blatant lack of remorse. Kurt knew that the boy remembered perfectly the pen incident at the very least and that he didn't appear to care... he sighed. "I don't want anything awful like this happening to you. To anyone."

The larger boy shifted in the bed like he was trying to raise himself up to strike an intimidating pose like he usually did but was weighed down by all the needles and monitor attachments. He rumbled frustrated like a huge bear and Kurt shrank back a little in an ingrained response. "I dn't need your pity so g't lost fag!"

That was the last straw for Blaine apparently and he burst through the door with a low growl, the stark light behind him casting shadows on his fierce expression in contrast to the dimmed hospital room. Kurt came quickly to his feet to intercept, rushing over.

"Blaine, don't," he pleaded tugging on his arm and face to try and get that fixed glare off of the now scared looking Karofsky who was gaping as far as his healing jaw would allow and breathing rapid and heavy, making his heart monitor speed and stutter.

"Y-you!" he stuttered faintly, going deathly pale with glazed eyes.

Kurt recognised that look.

He'd remembered and Kurt's heart dropped in fear. In that split second he'd remembered everything and Kurt felt dread curl ice into his veins as the whole room tensed in anticipation of what was to happen next.

"You don't speak to him like that ever again you got that?" Blaine snapped trying to inch forwards but Kurt was putting his body in front of his pushing at his shoulders futilely and glancing between the broken boy and vampire worriedly.

This was a stupid fucking idea Hummel.

"Y-you can't be 'ere," Karofsky stated trying to find some of his bravado even while sitting in a hospital bed hopelessly outmatched. "I'll g't the cops, you can't g't away with t'is!"

Blaine laughed condescendingly. It was a harsh ugly sound to Kurt's ears and he wanted his smooth, goofy boyfriend back desperately. "You think they're going to believe you?"

"Blaine," Kurt reprimanded, the taunting was unnecessary and cruel. "Let's just go."

"Hummel got 'imself a freak jus like 'im," David carried on recklessly making Kurt snap his attention to the boy with a flush of humiliation at the insult. It seemed with every nervous twitch or angry jerk the boy made a lance of pain made him wince. "You're not gonna get away with t'is," he grunted, bruised face tight.

Blaine was out of Kurt's arms and across the room in a burst of speed, bracketing his arms on either side on a terrified Karofsky's and snarling into his face.

"Blaine! Stop!" Kurt ran over and tried to pry the vampire away but it was like trying to budge a tree trunk.

"I told you not to speak to him like that," Blaine told him in a deathly whisper ignoring the fae's attempts like he was just some bothersome fly nudging at him and it was lack of tone or inflection that made the threat more real. The monitors skyrocketed. "Now. I'm gonna give you one pass, David Karofsky. One chance you hear me?"

The boy nodded slowly, fighting down any other retort knowing he was straddling the line now. The line of remaining in his current condition or gambling for an even more extended stint in this hospital bed.

Kurt stilled to listen, hand still grasping the back of Blaine's jumper tightly.

"You don't speak a word of any of this to anyone, far as they are concerned you still don't and will never remember what happened to you," Blaine stated first and when Karofsky went to open his mouth he got a warning hiss that had it snapping shut. "Also you're never to go near Kurt again, directly or indirectly. Not contact him or speak about him or even think about him. If I hear you've gotten one of you're lowlife friends to do you're dirty work then this will look like a picnic to what I'll do to you next time. Is that clear asshole?"

Another nod that the vampire wasn't satisfied with this time. He rocked the bed angrily. "I said is that clear?"

"Y-yes."

Blaine hummed and pulled back slowly before grabbing Kurt's hand and towing him towards the door. Only Kurt dug his heels in.

"No Blaine, I just need a few more minutes," he argued not liking being manhandled and still more than a little pissed at Blaine's lack of control.

The vampire didn't even consider it. "No. We're leaving."

It raised his hackles like nothing else and Kurt managed to get his hand free and paced backwards. "I'll meet you outside."

No arguments.

And that was that before Kurt turned back towards the chair.

"Kurt."

He got nothing in response and the vampire growled, tracking his movements before he stormed from the room, though obviously not going far.

Kurt huffed a calming breathe before turning back to the wide eyed Karofsky who was still struggling with all he'd just seen and remembered. He decided to just jump right in. He wouldn't address what Blaine was or his relationship with him, he was here for a reason and then he could leave. "Look now that you remember… I just wanted to say sorry. That's why I was here mainly. I didn't want you to get hurt and I just wanted to let you know that I won't tell anyone."

The angry shutters came back down. "Dn't know wha the fuck you're talkin' bout."

Kurt shook his head sadly. "I hope you finally become comfortable with yourself David, I really do and while I can never truly accept everything that you did to me, I can say that I forgive you for it. Maybe understand it a little better now."

It felt like releasing something. Closing a chapter.

"I d'nt-"

Kurt held up a hand to cut him off. He didn't want to exchange anymore hateful words and he didn't even need an apology. "I hope you'll find someone to talk to when you're ready and stop taking it out on other people. It's not the end of the world and it's not wrong to be gay-" he shook his head and stopped himself before he really got started. He knew it would be a wasted breath at this point, the angry boy in front of him wasn't ready to hear it. He got up and walked towards the exit. "Bye, David."

The door closed quietly behind him and just like that, David Karofsky was out of his life.

Kurt glanced up to see Blaine was propped up in the same spot against the wall opposite, looking calmer but conflicted and wound tighter than a spring. They matched stares. "You forgave him."

"I did."

Blaine's jaw ticked before he exploded. "Why? After all he's done to you, Kurt! He hurt you for years, he fucking wrote disgusting hateful things on you and you forgive him just like that? No apology. He doesn't even feel sorry, Kurt!"

"Because it doesn't feel right hating him, Blaine!" Kurt replied matching his tone. "I don't like the feeling. Its hard and cold and infecting and the longer I tried to hold onto it, the worse it got and the worse I felt."

Kurt was trying to explain but it was difficult. Taking a moment he lowered his voice to a reasonable level.

"He'll never be someone I'll call a friend or someone I'll love, but he isn't evil, Blaine. He was lashing out and while that was wrong it doesn't mean he should be damned for the rest of his days because of it. And like it or not, I wouldn't be who I am right now without him."

Blaine pressed his head painfully back into the white washed wall behind it. "I don't like it," he snarled and the fae could tell he was fighting for control again.

"I know you don't."

They stayed like that for a moment or two, both stewing in their own thoughts and emotions as the bustle of activity down the corridor passed them by.

"Were you really going to hurt him again in there?"

He had to know. His heart was telling him no but what he'd seen back there was pretty contradictory.

Blaine sighed out, staring at the ceiling and the wait for the reply felt like forever. "I won't lie. I wanted to… " He laughed without humour. "God's did I want to for even daring to call you anything like that. But no. It needed to be done though."

Kurt didn't want to soften at how much Blaine's protectiveness against his childhood bully meant to him but it was impossible not to be affected. He tried to push it away however and mulled over the last part until he came to the only logical conclusion. "Because otherwise your secret would be out?"

Blaine redirected and gave him a heavy glance, something so much more hiding behind those amber depths. "That was a risk but to be honest no one would really believe him if he started spouting stories about a monster attacking him."

Kurt frowned in exasperation, stepping closer as if it would bring him more clarity. "Then why?"

"Because I had to make sure he wouldn't hurt you again."

It felt like the whole world froze and then melted at his feet.

Blaine gave him a small smile and shook his head in disbelief. "You really don't comprehend how much you mean to me do you? How much I'm willing to do, good or bad. People I'd kill, lives I'd ruin if it meant the tiniest difference to your happiness or wellbeing."

Kurt swallowed hard, heart thumping loud in his chest as the overwhelming words and sincerity behind them sank into him. "Blaine… you're scaring me."

The vampire pushed off the wall closed the distance between them, framing Kurt's head in his hands thumbs stroking the arches of his cheekbones. "I've lived without you once, I won't do it again. I can't."

And he looked anguished.

Kurt grabbed his forearms in a tight grip and tried to show all his love through his eyes as he spoke. "You won't have to okay? But no k-killing or ruining or anything like that, Blaine. I've had enough of all this death and hate. So we're going to go to our date and act like a normal couple… well a normal fae, vampire couple and not worry about all this anymore. It's over."

"Over," Blaine repeated but his eyes were faraway. He looked like he didn't believe it.

"Yes, Blaine. This part at least," Kurt urged. He wanted no more of this. For himself or Blaine, it was exhausting.

The vampire drew a deep breathe then nodded stepping away only to grasp Kurt's hand in his own. "We're going to be late."

Kurt tried to get a read on what was going on in his boyfriends mind but for the first time he didn't have a clue. That usually open, expressive face and eyes were closed off and Kurt couldn't find the words to bring him back.

They walked out hand in hand. Quiet.

---

Lima
Breadstix

They pulled into the parking lot, quickly finding a space.

The mood in the car had dampened considerably from what it was before the trip to the hospital and Kurt had no idea how to salvage it. On one hand he was feeling better about the Karofsky situation. Cleansed. But that it was at the expense of their relationship?

Blaine had hardly spoken a word to him for the whole drive and Kurt was starting to panic. His heart hurt and he felt stupid for feeling so affected by what hardly even constituted as an argument, but the truth was that it felt like they'd been yelling and throwing things and hurling insults back and forth just to see who could cut deeper.

Sometimes it was the littlest things that hit the hardest.

It was after they had been sitting there in silence for about five minutes, Blaine's hands still on the steering wheel while he stared blankly ahead and Kurt's nervously folded in his lap that Kurt finally broke.

"Blaine, please say something."

The vampire seemed to come out of a trance as he glanced over shadows, caused by the streetlamps cutting through the wintry darkness, playing across his handsome face.

"It's nearly seven, they should be arriving soon so we should get inside," he suggested quietly and Kurt turned away before Blaine could see the hurt flickering across his face at what appeared to be a dismissal.

"Right, yeah," he managed to croak out shakily.

Blaine opened the door and hopped out as Kurt bent to grab his bag from down by his feet refusing to cry over it. He'd been doing that too much lately.

Fuck why did he have to be such an emotional wreck all the freaking time?

His door opened just as he straightened and he jumped a little seeing Blaine standing there ready to help him out. Only they never got that far.

"Kurt, why are you crying?"

The fae frowned and raised a shaky hand to his face to find a single tear had slipped free, the chill of the night air clinging onto the wetness. He wiped it away hastily trying not to dwell on the fact that his boyfriend hadn't called him 'beautiful' or 'my love' once since they'd left Westerville General. Never had his name sounded so cold coming from Blaine's lips.

"I'm not, I'm fine," he tried to play off, fiddling with the straps of his bag and avoiding Blaine's eyes for all he was worth. He felt a tight grip on his legs and he was swiftly turned so he was sitting sideways and his feet were now hanging out of the door.

"Don't lie to me," Blaine told him softly, hands burning where they rested on his knees and that one touch compelled him.

"Are you angry with me?"

"What, no!" Blaine exclaimed trying to duck his head to catch Kurt's gaze. The fae raised it up but glanced over the vampires shoulder to the pretty full lot. The denial didn't make it any better. "Kurt, what's going on?"

It caused him to laugh, but it came out sounding more like a sob. "What going on with me? What's going on with you?!" He finally clashed watery blue with concerned gold. "You've barely said a word to me this whole time, Blaine and I'm sorry you think I should hate Karofsky as much as you do but I just can't, like physically can't and you-"

He was cut off with a hard kiss, a hand snaked around his neck and a body forced between his legs. He almost gave into it. That crackling, addicting connection that always sparked between them but this time kissing to make up wasn't going to cut it. Kurt tore his lips away.

"Stop," he whispered breathlessly, bracing curled fists against broad shoulders.

Blaine pulled back immediately but only slightly. "Beautiful…"

Kurt closed his eyes at the endearment and his heart ached, unable to do anything but helplessly wrap his arms around his boyfriend's neck.

"You don't have to hate anyone, Kurt. If it hurts you then of course I don't want that," he said quietly nudging noses. "And I know you can't and that's okay, it's just a part of who you are. A piece that's coming back to you and tomorrow we'll go to Jeff and ask him to explain everything better than I'll be able okay?" The reaffirming of what Kurt originally thought was reassuring, as was being told that Blaine supported him and his decisions... but that still left the silence. Before he could get it out Blaine nuzzled him again, skimming knuckles gently across his jaw. "I wasn't ignoring you, beautiful. I was just lost in my own head."

"Tell me. Please," Kurt begged. He just wanted to know what was going on in Blaine's mind, what had cut him off so completely from Kurt.

He felt the sigh of sweet breath across his face. "You said it was over, my love. I was just wishing that were true."

Eyelashes flickered back open and he met the infinitely sad expression of his soulmate. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, Jeremiah." Kurt flinched. "I mean the fact that rogue activity has been increasing according to Wes and that's bad, Kurt. Really bad. It makes the possibility that they're ready for an uprising or maybe even another war if we don't stop it now that much more likely," the vampire admitted and though Kurt found the prospect scary. Terrifying. Mainly Jeremiah he wasn't ashamed to admit. The fact that Blaine was sharing this with him instead of shielding him from it like he usually tried to do lightened and strengthened Kurt considerably.

Kurt nodded his understanding and shifted closer on the seat, tightening the seal of his thighs on Blaine's hips. "We'll figure it out, sweetie," he promised with conviction. There was no other option.

Blaine allowed a small smile as he traced his eyes over Kurt's features. "Such confidence."

Kurt traced a finger along his jaw following the movement with his eyes before flicking his gaze back upwards. "Well we have a pretty good track record with defying impossible odds. This should be a walk in the park right?"

This earned him a solid kiss, one he didn't break away from until they were both ready for it to end this time as everything realigned. Settled back into them.

"I love you," Blaine breathed against his mouth.

Kurt nodded almost frantically against his lips, feeling the words tingle right down to his very toes. No matter how many times Blaine said them they always managed to take his breath away. "Don't shut me out again, even if you think it's for my own good. I don't want you carrying all this on your own."

Blaine connected their mouths once more. "Okay. I'll try for you."

Before they knew it one kiss led to two and then three and then they were lost in tongues and gasps and whimpered moans. Kurt's thighs were squeezing in turns, heels digging into the back of legs to press them even closer as Blaine devoured all his inhibitions and self control.

"Wan-ky."

They came apart with a wet pop and turned to see Santana casually leaning up against the side of the neighbouring BMW, dressed in boots, dark-wash jeans that hugged her shapely legs perfectly and a low cut red top under a leather jacket that left little to the imagination while setting off her skin tone much like Blaine's jumper. Next to her was Brittany in a pair of similar long leg boots, black leggings and a long pale pink jumper that screamed innocent and cute. The soft blonde curls around her face only emphasized the look she probably wasn't even aware of.

"Hi, Kurt!" she chirped happily. "He's your dolphin right and not someone that's attacking you because I've got this mace stuff in my bag that's supposed to help?"

And that pretty much summed up their entire characters to Blaine quite effectively…a Blaine that was still between his thighs. He flushed deep red.

"Um yeah he is. San, Britt, this is Blaine Anderson, my boyfriend," he introduced, trying to save his dignity by casually pushing Blaine away and hopping down, discreetly trying to adjust his clothing and hair.

"Nice to meet you girls, I've heard a lot about you already," Blaine smiled charmingly grabbing Kurt's hand and walking them forwards after locking the car up.

"You guys still hungry for dinner after that?" Santana asked with a kinked brow and naughty smirk.

"Perfectly," Kurt replied refusing to blush again just before Brittany tackled him in a hug which he returned one armed. She smelled of apples and sweets like always and Kurt found he'd missed that scent just as much as the heavier, exotic perfume Santana always wore. As much as he loved those crazy ass Warblers… he'd missed being in the company of girls once in a while. He knew there were girls in the complex of course. The Giver's. But other than a few brief drunken glimpses at his welcome party he'd seen neither hide nor hair of them since. He thought Blaine may have had something to do with that.

"I missed you," the blonde told him, snapping him out of his head. "I told you I would."

Kurt felt a fuzzy warmth inside curling up like a content kitten and pulled back with a happy grin. "I haven't been gone that long, Britt."

"This is heart-warming and all but can we get inside before my nipples freeze off?"

Kurt rolled his eyes but smirked at her with his usual sassy bite. "If you wanted a hug too all you had to do was ask, Satan."

She glared at him but he could see the humour there before she span on her heel and strutted off towards the restaurant, grabbing Brittany by the pinkie and towing her along. The blonde went happily and Blaine and Kurt followed at a more sedate pace.

"So they're interesting," Blaine supplied, intertwining their fingers.

Kurt snorted and glanced over at him. "No more so than your buckets of crazy coven so hush up vampire boy."

Blaine laughed loudly, tipping his head back. "I didn't say I didn't like them."

And that made Kurt want to dance in excitement. All his favourite people getting along was all he wanted. Now he just had to work on Blaine and his dad getting along and even introducing Brittany and Santana to the Jeff, Nick and the Warblers at some point.

Maybe he was getting ahead of himself.

"Yeah well Santana is going to say wildly inappropriate things and probably insult us a lot and you've got to promise not to take it seriously," he informed getting back on track.

Kurt realised that they probably should have had this discussion before now but it was too late to worry about hindsight.

There was a wry smirk in answer. "I kind of gathered that within the first word spoken and I won't attack her beautiful, have a little more faith in me than that," Blaine told him with a squeeze of his fingers.

"I don't think you realise just what I mean but you really only can learn through experiencing so let's just make this deal. Unless I get offended, you don't?" They'd reached the door by now, the inside bright and lit up with gaudy Christmas-y decorations.

"Okay," he agreed probably just to humour him.

They pushed inside and Kurt welcomed the heat on his chilled body as they walked to the table the girls had already been led towards.

"Get lost?" Santana quipped even though they were only a minute behind them.

"Oh yes, it's terribly dark out there," Blaine said back far too innocently and Kurt covered a giggle as dark brows rose in surprise. She obviously wasn't expecting Blaine to come right out of the gate like that.

Kurt slid into the booth opposite the girls first after shedding his coat, Blaine following after the same routine and Brittany beamed happily at all of them.

"I like this," she declared. "It's nice. And I like Blaine, he's nice too."

Kurt grinned back at her and so did Blaine. "Thanks Brittany, you're pretty lovely yourself," the vampire said back genuinely.

"Hands off moptop," the Latina warned and Blaine rolled his eyes.

"We'll have no problems there, no offense."

Brittany only smiled guilelessly back at him as she fiddled with her napkin. "Oh no it's fine. I wouldn't like it if you tried to put your dolphin kisses on me while you were with, Kurt. It'd make him sad."

Blaine raised his brows at the explanation but grinned at her nonetheless. "Well I don't plan on putting kisses on anyone else," his boyfriend assured sending a sappy look Kurt's way that made him melt in his seat and this seemed to satisfy the blonde girl and even the brunette who eyed him with more scrutiny before letting the subject go passed without one innuendo or harsh quip.

Their waiter for the night finally got a chance to come over. Being close to the holidays drew out crowds everywhere so the place was pretty much booked solid and the twenty something year old clearly wasn't enjoying the rush. He was tall and plain looking for the most part with a pair of squared rimmed glasses on his nose. He spotted Santana and visibly blanched as she gave him a predatory grin.

"Hey you," she purred and he shifted uneasily on his feet. Kurt felt sorry for him. Santana clearly wasn't interested in him that way given that she was laying it on so thick, but she just couldn't seem to help herself either. Also, given the reaction, Kurt knew for sure the Latina had given the man trouble before- after all she was a frequent customer here.

"Uh...Drinks?" he croaked out weird and high pitched, trying his best to avoid her dark gaze.

"Two still waters, please," Kurt requested knowing that Blaine wasn't particularly fussed about drinks seeing as he technically didn't need it. Blaine squeezed his thigh under the table in thanks and left it there, a pleasant weight.

"I want a strawberry milkshake," Brittany said pointing at the picture on the menu and the man jotted it down before turning reluctantly in Santana's direction.

She put her elbows on the table to thrust her chest out to best affect. "How about a sex on the beach?"

The man turned steadily red. "Uhhh…I mean…ah, you have to…I have to-"

"She'll have a water thanks," Kurt cut in because this was painful to watch. The man sent him a thankful smile before hurrying off. They made small talk while a different waitress, an older woman, walked back with their drinks and went off with their order in a no nonsense manner.

"So how's things going at McKinley?" Kurt asked after placing his glass down. When he talked to Finn they didn't really discuss McKinley matters, Finn actually guarding all of it like government secrets. Apparently McKinley revolved around Glee club, which was the farthest from the truth.

"Same old shit, different freak doing it," Santana shrugged snapping a breadstick between perfectly manicured fingers. Kurt caught Blaine raising a brow at her out of the corner of his eye but he was helpless to do anything about it. He'd warned the vampire that Santana was blunt. Brutally so. That's just the way she was.

"Mr Schue wants us to sing Christmas carols to the school," Brittany supplied instead, sipping happily on her straw.

"That could be fun…and awful," Kurt conceded gaining a snort from the Latina. It would be fun to do but awful to do in front of a school that didn't appreciate them at all.

"No shit, Porcelain."

"We're doing something similar at Dalton," Blaine smiled at the blonde then over at Kurt. "Kurt and I will be performing a duet."

Kurt raised a brow. "That's not been decided yet. We haven't even discussed a song choice!"

Blaine shrugged easily shooting him a sly smirk. "It's already a done thing. With your looks and my signing ability, we'll bring the house down."

Oh really.

He leaned an elbow on the table and cupped a cheek in his palm, turning his body sideways to regard him. "You think you're so charming."

Blaine laughed, grabbed his hand free hand from the table top and laid a kiss on it, peeking up through his lashes. "That's because I am, beautiful."

"You know I'd vomit right now if I didn't think it'd come up in the colours of the rainbow," Santana interrupted plainly eyeing between the two off them as she leaned back into the cheap red plush.

"Can you actually do that?" Brittany asked in genuine curiosity and maybe a little too much on the side of eagerness.

"Britt, ew," Kurt scrunched his nose up at her.

"Lord Tubbington sicks up all the time, Kurt. It's perfectly natural," she assured him with a bright smile, like she was really helping him out by telling him something he didn't know and Kurt couldn't find it in himself to sass back at her like he usually would anyone else.

Blaine smothered a laugh and San wrapped an arm around the blonde though she rolled her eyes in fond exasperation. It was honestly one of the only times you'd see a genuine emotion cross her face other than sarcasm, sex or anger.

Kurt cleared his throat. "Uh, thanks Britt, I'll keep that in mind. I'm pretty sure you can't vomit rainbows however."

They all watched her face fall and Kurt immediately felt bad.

"What if you eat like a million skittles?" Blaine jumped in and Kurt had never loved him more. The Cheerio brightened considerably at the idea and even Santana shot him a small smile.

Kurt actually considered it. It was plausible maybe? "We could ask, Jeff. I'm sure he's made himself sick over sweets plenty of times," he giggled.

"He's not the only one with a sweet tooth," Blaine teased squeezing his thigh and Kurt blushed pink. He knew he had a weakness for sugar but he'd managed to tame it over the years and was quite happy with his healthier diet. Though that wasn't always inherent that he didn't crave.

"Me and you're hips have noticed," the dark haired girl snarked but there wasn't a bite in it. Actually there was a trace of… admiration?

Blaine seemed to catch on as well and shifted closer on the seat until he was a hot brand against the fae's side. Santana eyed the movement like a shark and smirked widely, dark eyes sparkling with amusement. She lived for this sort of stuff.

"Jeff would know?" Brittany asked hopefully, oblivious to the tensing atmosphere.

"I'll ask and get back to you," Kurt assured reaching across to squeeze her hand.

"Who's this Jeff? Is he hot?" the Latina asked lazily, tracing the rim of her water glass absently and managing to make even that a sensual art.

"He's taken," Blaine stated and Santana grinned at him.

"So?"

His boyfriend frowned and Kurt pecked him on the cheek quickly before turning to the Cheerio. "She won't try anything sweetie. Not that it would matter if she did."

"Threats, Hummel?"

"Promises, Lopez."

They locked stares for a while before Santana's mouth twitched and she nodded. "Looks like getting laid was good for you. I'm a proud mama, Porcelain."

Kurt rolled his eyes and fought the heating of his cheeks, not wanting to give the girl the ammunition. Luckily it was around this time that their waitress decided to bring out their food, balancing plates on arms and in hands.

Kurt had opted for the lasagne, one of the only edible things here, and Blaine had trusted his judgement and got the same. Santana had chosen a grilled chicken salad while Brittany demanded spaghetti and meatballs.

"So this Jeff," Santana began again. "You never did really answer me, other than to jump down my throat which was pretty fucking rude Curlz, you haven't even paid for dinner yet after all," she drawled.

Blaine met her stare for stare and apparently insult for insult. "So sorry for assuming you were easy, don't know where I could have gotten that impression from."

Kurt snorted into the water he was drinking, nearly choking and tried to cover it up as gracefully as possible, bringing a napkin to his mouth as he coughed. Blaine rubbed the fae's back soothingly while Santana eyed him up. Kurt knew she was assessing his boyfriend and with every matched tone she was respecting him more. Kurt was proud of Blaine.

Once he had finished hacking up a lung Kurt wiped his watery eyes and breathed deeply. "Jeff's a friend… my best friend actually." He felt giddy admitting that out loud and immediately wanted to text the bubbly blond fae so he could join in on the feeling. Ridiculous, he knows. He caught Blaine rolling his eyes at him indulgently as if he was reading his mind.

"Best friend?" Brittany frowned, halting her swirling of pasta. "What about us?"

"I'm no second place to some trust fund brat you've know for a month," Santana scowled. "I don't do second."

It was a shock to Kurt's system.

He knew these girls considered himself his friends. They'd stuck up for him and had arranged to meet with him and his boyfriend against his old Glee club's wishes. Not that the opinions of those people held much sway over either girl in the first place, but they'd taken the time out to remain in contact with him even though it'd be an easy thing just to let things fade and dissolve with the distance.

And now they were implying they considered him a best friend?

Really, Kurt couldn't find anything to dispute that. They'd had his back when it really mattered. They were interested in his life and if he were happy- even if Santana had a harder way of showing it.

"Not second," he assured. "You're my best girls."

He used to naively think that about three other McKinley students and while he was still sad and hurt about what had happened there, these two girls had wiggled there way further into his heart and were just continuing to burrow with each passing moment.

Brittany grinned so wide Kurt was scared her face was going to split while Santana just nodded surely and flicked her hair over her shoulder. "You bet your fine ass we are."

Kurt ducked his head towards his food to hide his smile.

"So Britt, how are you and Artie doing?" Kurt asked carefully. "I know he didn't want you to come tonight."

The blonde looked up and there was the briefest flash of something much resembling anger but several shades diluted in those blue eyes. "We broke up. He said I couldn't come tonight and that I was stupid."

Kurt got mad on her behalf. "Britt, you're not stupid."

"Damn fucking straight she isn't. Wheels was lucky I didn't roll his ass in front of a bus," Santana growled spearing a tomato.

"You'll find someone who appreciates you," Blaine smiled at her softly, sneaking a not so subtle glance in Santana's direction who flipped him off with what looked suspiciously like the beginnings of a blush. Brittany followed the vampire's gaze and grinned at the Latina, open and honest and Santana had no choice but to return the expression. They were so far into each other it was adorable.

"I'm getting that it's complicated," Blaine chuckled in an aside and Kurt beamed, sitting back and watching them all interact as they slowly consumed their meals and ordered desert s to share. It was when Brittany excused herself to the bathroom and Blaine had to take a call from Wes- something Kurt had no issues with having learnt what he had about the rising danger from rogues earlier- that Kurt found himself alone with the fiery Cheerio.

"So you actually went out and bagged yourself a fine piece of man candy."

Kurt smirked, preening smugly. "He is pretty gorgeous right?"

She shrugged. "If you go for that preppy look."

"Dapper," Kurt countered.

"Posh."

"You just said he was 'fine man candy'!"

"I'm fucking with you, Porcelain, don't get you're panties in a twist," she grinned, obviously pleased about riling him up but Kurt caught the affection she was trying to hide.

"Thanks, Santana. You know for all of this."

There was a brief second where Kurt caught a softening in those striking eyes and hard features before the walls slammed back up again, hidden by smirks and hair flicks. "Yeah well it's getting close to Christmas and I'm cashing in early on this whole charity shit so Santa brings my fine ass everything I deserve. You Porcelain, are my crippled kid."

"Tiny Tim," Kurt supplied with an eye roll.

The Latina shrugged and waved it off with a sip of her drink. "Who cares what his name was."

"Well I'm certainly feeling the festive love," Kurt commented dryly and Santana flashed him a wicked smile as she drew closer.

"You could be," she drawled the implications clear and Kurt raised an incredulous brow, leaning away incrementally. "Face it Hummel you've gotten ten times hotter and that fucking ass is so damn tappable I want to frame it on my wall for the odd occasion I have to resort to Lopez alone time. The things fucking ridiculous so if you ever need an itch scratching..."

He was pretty sure his jaw was on the floor by now so worked on shutting it with a click as he raced to find a coherent sentence. "Uhh…thanks but I think Blaine's got all my itches covered."

Santana bit her lip and closed her eyes for a second. "Yep. That ones definitely going in the spank bank. And you have my number if you and Blaine wants to spice things up," she winked just before the vampire returned. "Me and Britt's could make things… interesting."

Kurt glanced up to his boyfriend and found that he'd heard at least the end of that conversation at least and judging by the dark eyes and stiff shoulders he was not all that crazy about the idea of extra company.

"Miss anything?" he asked deceptively light.

Kurt cleared his throat and gave the vampire a pointed look. Don't you dare. "Not particularly. Hey, you remember that conversation we had before coming in here?"

Blaine got the unsubtle hint just fine and slid back into the booth. "Yeah, yeah, I get it okay."

"I would ask but I'm really not bothered," Santana commented plainly looking around towards the entrance to the kitchens. "I want me my cheesecake."

Brittany came bouncing back towards them, Santana getting up to let her back in, just as the waitress came bustling over again. "One cheesecake and one fudge cake. Sorry about the wait guys. Happy holidays!"

Kurt smiled at her in thanks and grabbed Blaine's hand pressing a soft kiss behind his ear to ease out the tension. The vampire relaxed visibly and turned to him with a grin. "You think you're so charming," he parroted.

Kurt grabbed the fork, speared some of the melting chocolate goodness and brought it to his boyfriend's lips. "That's because I am," Kurt laughed back as Blaine took the bite slowly.

"Okay it's official. You're meant for each other," Santana sighed and the couple shared an amused glance. She didn't know the half of it. "But Curlz?"

Blaine looked over.

"You fuck him over I fuck you up, got it?"

"Santana!" Kurt gaped but Blaine met her gaze square on, something unsaid passing between them.

"You have nothing to worry about. I love him and I'd rather hurt myself than him any day," his boyfriend declared.

Santana gave him one last piercing look before nodding satisfied, turning to Brittany and giving her a soft smile making Kurt think that the girl was in on that particular threat as hard as it was to imagine Brittany going after anyone.

"Can we feed each other, S?" Brittany asked happily, breaking the tense moment into pieces. They all shared a fond smile.

For a rollercoaster of a day, this was a great way to end it Kurt decided.

They finished up. Blaine paying much to Kurt's protest and Santana's satisfaction and after hugs- Blaine included this time- they set off for home with pplans to meet up again, the fae sending a goodnight text to his dad.

"So…?" Kurt began, leaning the chair back and curling up on the soft leather facing towards his boyfriend.

Blaine cast him a look, reaching over to rest his hand on Kurt's tucked up legs. "So, what?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "So, what did you think of them?"

Blaine smiled. "I liked them. Brittany's sweet in a wonderfully weird way and Santana…" he paused. "Well she certainly is…interesting."

Kurt snorted a laugh. "Yeah, but it's strangely likable even when she's insulting you."

"Or propositioning your boyfriend with threesomes?" Blaine added dryly, his tone clearly stating that he didn't quite agree all the way.

Kurt blushed at the reminder casting a look out into the passing scenery as they joined the joined the highway. "She wasn't serious," he tried to play off.

Blaine gave him a look.

"Okay, she kinda was... but I told you she was like that! And besides she won't do anything else besides offer," he assured and Blaine grunted in reply which made Kurt giggle softly. "Don't pout sweetie."

"It's your fault," he declared dramatically. "Being all sexy and irresistible so that everyone wants you."

"Speak for yourself."

An adamant shake of the head. "Oh no, you can't turn this around, it's all on you."

Kurt would have replied when a large yawn overtook him. Blaine gave him a grin.

"Tired?"

"How did you guess?" Kurt asked faux shocked but the effect was ruined by the heavy eyes and lax limbs.

"Sleep," Blaine ordered him gently. "I'll wake you up when we're close."

Kurt shook his head. "I'll stay up with you."

Blaine laughed breathily. "Kurt, vampire remember? I'll be fine, beautiful." He moved his hand to turn on the radio, keeping it a soothing low vibration of barely there noise around them.

Kurt didn't stand a chance when Blaine started to hum along.

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A night wind swept through Geldian, a warm kiss against a young fae child's porcelain skin. The surrounding trees and flowers swayed with its presence urging the child further with its comforting forest lullaby.

His tiny feet make no sound on the stone steps as he tiptoes down them, his cerulean eyes fixed on the woman beneath, drawn to the ethereal light that surrounds her presence, glinting off of her chestnut hair and fair skin.
He should not be here, but inquisitiveness and curiosity drive him forward, keep him descending step after step until he reaches the bottom and darts behind one of the statues that frame the entrance, fire cradled in their carved hands.

The woman, beautiful and breathtaking, seems not to notice she holds the rapt attention of another and glides gracefully over to where water flows into a diamond basin from a dainty waterfall, her white gown sifting through fallen leaves. A jug, polished silver and intricately embellished, she uses to capture some of the water then takes it over to the pedestal with a shallower basin sitting on top. She pours the water and a faint glow breaks through the night.

Her blue eyes flick up then and she smiles.

"Come forward little prince."

A gasp escapes the little fae's mouth but he emerges from his hiding place nonetheless and takes a few tentative steps forward. "Mother."

Clarisse smiled taking in her son, caramel locks darker than her own, but still a beacon of bright innocence in the darkness of this night. She watched as Kurt bit his lip in worry and wrung his tiny hands in his silver night-tunic.

"You should be abed."

Gaining a bit of courage Kurt came further towards his mother, "I couldn't sleep."

Clarisse smiled once more, "Why is that?"

The tiny fae shrugged looking at the ground not ready to admit that he had simply been curious about what his mother did every night after she tucked him in. That maybe he had missed her a little too even though that was ridiculous seeing as he saw her everyday.

"Would you like to hear a story?"

Kurt's head snapped up, his whole demeanour brightening with the simple suggestion. He nodded enthusiastically and his mother beckoned him forward. Kurt used his hands to steady him as he climbed up the steps attached to the plinth that was still glowing. Up on tip toes, bracing his elbows beside the bowl, his small head in his hands he took in the shimmering play of light within that bowl with fascination.

"What would you like to hear about?"

"Soulmates," was the quick ready reply. Kurt had always been engrossed with the concept as soon as he was old enough to comprehend it.

"Again little one?"

At the wide eyed, hopeful stare she laughed lightly and indulged with a soft grin reaching across and tenderly petting the soft feathery locks of his hair. The young fae leaned into the touch and the love flowing freely through those gentle fingertips.

"In this life, you will encounter many souls. Some will be kindred spirits, others mother, father, brothers or sisters, some will be friends and there will even be enemies no matter how we would wish otherwise. But above all others will be-"

"Soulmates!" Kurt chirped excitedly, bouncing on his toes and squishing his cheeks harder between his hands so his mouth pouted.

Clarisse eyed him in exasperated adoration and reached across to tweak his nose. "Am I telling this story or you?"

Kurt sucked his lips into his mouth with a pink flush.

"From the moment we are conceived on this earth we have begun our search for our other half, some souls having already been through many lifetimes together, others are newer and have only just begun their journey to meet for the first time ever." Kurt grinned because he knew for sure he was the second one and he couldn't wait. "Soulmates complete one another. Compliment each other perfectly and you'll never experience a love like that of your soulmate. They are you're everything."

Kurt jumped down from the plinth and ran around to his mothers side, tugging on the bottom of her gown. "When can I have my soulmate mother?"

She cupped his cheek. "Patience, little prince. You'll find them when you're supposed to and not a moment before."

Kurt scowled. "But I want them now. Why can't I have them now? Elana says she's going to get hers before me. Jeff says she was a big troll face liar but then Elana said that we were going to end up with smelly werewolves or horrible bloodsucking vampires for mates," he was slightly horrified at the very thought. They'd heard awful stories about the other races in the world, especially vampires. "I don't want a smelly wolf mother or a vampire that wants to put me in a cage."

The fae queen rolled her eyes at her children and as for Jeff… she sighed. That adorable little boy was something else. "Well Jeff is right that just because she's older doesn't necessarily mean she'll find hers before you and as for werewolves and vampires. They're not bad creatures little prince. Impulsive, selfish and maybe a little lost but you can't judge every individual by the majority and you're father and I wouldn't let anyone put you in a cage. If you're meant for fae, shifter or even troll then that's just how it'll be."

Kurt paled a little scrunching his little nose up. "A troll? I don't want a troll!"

"Well it's a good thing that trolls don't mate then isn't it," came the steady voice from above them as Kurt's father descended the steps.

"Well my mate will be the prettiest person in all the world," Kurt declared firmly.

"Is that right?" Clarisse grinned greeting her own mate with a gentle kiss on the lips and watching fondly as he ruffled Kurt's hair and the little boy squawked at the touch. He was very particular about who was allowed to touch his locks.

"Yes. And Elana will be so jealous she'll go that awful purple colour she does when me and Jeff spell knots in her hair or put worms in her pillow," he nodded surely.

"Knots and worms huh?" Darius asked casually with an arched brow.

Kurt stilled like a statue and went slightly bug eyed. He really shouldn't have said that. Jeff was gonna kill him. "Uhh… I was just…"

The King crossed his arms.

Seeing that he wasn't going to wiggle his way out of his unfortunate confession he sighed and shuffled his foot against the ground sheepishly. "It wasn't that many."

"Worms or knots?" Clarisse asked, unimpressed.

"Both," Kurt squeaked with a grimace, darting eyes back and forth between his parents and backing away slowly. It wasn't like it was all him anyway. He didn't touch a single worm because they were kinda disgusting and dirty, so Jeff handled that part mainly while Kurt supervised. The knots were another matter entirely.

"Uh huh."

"She was being mean to us. She's always mean to us and giggling at us with her friends and never lets us play or teaches us magic," Kurt tried to justify and really they were all very valid reasons for a few wiggly worms and tangles in his sisters hair.

Clarisse pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes pointing a finger at him firmly. "No more tormenting your sister."

Kurt groaned. Jeff was definitely gonna kill him, he'd just got the hang of that tangling spell.

"Kurt," his father warned.

"You wouldn't like it if she did it to you now would you," his mother pressed and Kurt's fingers immediately covered his head protectively before he got the point.

"Fine," Kurt pouted, letting his hands drop.

His parents shared a look he couldn't rightly place before they gathered him up between them and started pressing enough kisses and nuzzles to any exposed skin to make him into a giggling mess. He squirmed and squawked protests between high pitched laughs until he felt he couldn't breathe. It wound down and his father cradled him against his shoulder.

"Bed time son of mine," he asserted but there was far too much amusement in his tone.

"Is mother coming too?" Kurt yawned out, already feeling his lids dropping where he rested his chin on his father's shoulder, curling his fingers into his the soft fabric underneath them.

He felt a soft hand cup the back of his neck and a kiss to the back of his head. "I'll be up soon little prince," she promised.

Kurt nodded sleepily. "Night mother."

"Goodnight Kurt, I love you."

"Love you too."

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IMPORTANT. I know the POV changes from Kurt to his mother in here will be picked up on and I just want to let everyone know it was intentional. I don't want to give it all away even though it isn't going to be that big of a thing. Just a little quirk really. But I just wanted people to know I wasn't losing my mind haha (:

Okay, moving on... The most trouble I had with this and the chapter I deleted before this was Brittana. Oh those girls gave me headaches! It was so hard to try and get Santana in character but also caring? And Brittany, I really don't think her character is stupid at all, just see's the world different but its really hard to portray that when i'm not writing from her POV... its just grrr and i'm ranting but yeah I pushed on because I love, love, love a good friendship between Kurt and Brittana (:

New chapter should be up by Monday/ Tuesday time if all goes according to plan (:

And because all of you are enjoying my OC's i'll be adding more of their relationships in (: YAY. Also more magic lessons and plans for Friday night din's with Papa Burt (:

Please review and let me know what you thought (: (: (:

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