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?

26. Chapter 26

Disclaimer - I own nothing Glee or otherwise recognisable

Sorry for the wait guys but this chapter proved to be really hard for me to actually get written completely once I came back off holiday! I don't know how I feel about it. Its not the best but I don't know. There was a lot that needed to be in it. Also I wanted to show a few more dynamics with the everyone in the coven.

Anyway! Over 800 reviews! I LOVE YOU GUYSSS! I really really appreciate all your lovely words and your patience with me! :D

I will be replying to everyone tomorrow morning, just want to get this up ASAP!

The wonderful, amazing crowned queen of bitchland (and her friend Ana) made a banner for this story like aahhh! It's so good! I will be posting it on my tumblr when I get around to sorting it out so next chapter i'll give you the link! Also special thanks to ReM0 for listening to me rant about this chapter and being really supportive :D

Sorry for errors etc there will probably be a lot.

Warnings- Swearing, Vampire stuff, Blood, Violence, Ridiculous medical liberties, Smut, Awful Italian...

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Once More To Get It Right

Chapter 26
Dalton

"Looky what we have here," an amused purely self satisfied voice cooed into his ear and Leon wondered just how he had managed to get behind him. Stupido mistake. "Vampire out for a stroll?"

Leon tried to regroup and asses the situation.

The stranger's accent was pretty thick, somewhere down south like Louisiana maybe? And he was young he could immediately tell it, sense it now that he was so close, which led Leon to wondering just why he would attack him unless there were more. He scanned the darkened area in front of him carefully while keeping his body completely stilled and un-provoking.

"Now I was told that you Ohio vampires were somethin'," Redneck belly laughed and the knife was getting dangerously close to cutting into Leon's neck with the idiots inattention. "Guess not huh? Seein how I got ya by the short hairs here and I didn't even have to break a sweat!"

Leon let the comments wash over him. If the youth was looking for an explosive reaction he'd crept up on the wrong vampire. He just had to bide time. Gerran knew, had probably already raised the alarm, so help would be here in minutes Leon just had to keep his head and stall.

Redneck was quite happy to monologue so Leon let him run his mouth as he pleased, letting him sign his own death warrant.

An overconfident arm wrapped over his shoulder and the vampire shifted his lazy grip on the knife as he spoke closer into his ear, unsavoury breath filling his nose as it skated over his cheek. "Now I don't see why ya'll have to be so domesticated. It clearly don't make you smarter does it Italy?"

You would know? His mind snorted. This butchery of the English language was painful. But his mind snagged. Italy. It could be a coincidence. After all he looked the part but there was something about the way he said it. Like he was pretending to know him and there was only one person who had spent enough time in their coven to give out information like that willingly to rogues. But maybe he was wrong? After all they could have gotten the information with a little digging. Some good surveillance-

"Word on the street has it that you still aint got a Chosen," he sneered. "What's wrong jack? Don't like your little orphan no more? Fangless thing aint doin it for ya?"

Or not. No one outside of their coven knew about him and Tristan.

The reaction was instantaneous though. Involuntary and the black veil descended as well as his fangs. Leon growled deep and low and drove an elbow deep into the vampire gut grabbing his arm and flipping him over his back to exact some form of revenge for the slight on his Chosen. The knife nicked him under his jaw and the reaction was almost immediate. The cut was hardly deep enough to be called that but in seconds it began to burn like acid and drip into his bloodstream. He staggered and cupped the area barely noticing the angry redneck rising to his feet in front of him as his vision began to blur and white out.

Cristo. Poison. That's why the vampire so cocky.

He shook his head to try and clear it but it was only getting worse, spreading and sucking him under like quicksand.

Redneck spat on the floor and growled. "Oh you gonna pay for that one jack. Maybe when I'm finished with you I'll visit your orphan and show him what a real vampire is made of. See how much fang he really has huh?"

Leon snarled in return. There was no way he was letting this cretin anywhere near his tesoro. He'd die first.

Redneck rushed over and Leon barely had time to raise a heavy arm to defend the onslaught of punches. The knife was apparently tucked away for now and Leon tried to get a hold of his spiralling senses to use the opportunity for what it was. The vampire in him was practically foaming at the mouth but his body was struggling to cooperate.

Time after time the rogue vampire connected with face and torso and while singularly they didn't do much damage because of how young the vampire actually was- probably still in his hundred mark somewhere- the sheer quantity of them was starting to affect. Leon could feel he wasn't healing like he should be, the poison rendering that function like many others useless as it snaked and worked through his body shutting it down in bursts of agony. It felt like his skin was being ripped from him.

Summoning up everything he had Leon focused his blurry eyes, planted his feet as solidly as he could when all he wanted to do was buckle and writhe on the floor and then on the next swing he absorbed the impact to his jaw but caught the wrist dragging him in closer and wrapping the other hand around Redneck's windpipe and squeezed. What Leon's hazy mind didn't account for was the free hand the choking male still had full use of.

The knife drove deep into his gut in a slide of absolute excruciating pain and Leon dropped the vampire in shock and fell to his knees just as he heard distant footsteps approaching fast.

He blacked out with Tristan's face in his minds eye.

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If someone asked Tristan Mallory to describe just what Leon Giuliani meant to him he wouldn't be able to.

He'd never been good with words.

He thinks that maybe he could have been once before the death and flames. The fire that clouded his mind in acrid smoke, that distorted the faces of his family and made the echoing of their screams the only thing he could hold close to him anymore when he was wandering that gods forsaken wood all alone. But now? He had his drawings. The scratch of pencil over paper, paint between his fingers, smudges of charcoal to try and take his memories and all those feelings cloying up his insides and exorcise them the only way he knew how. And Leon would always be there in the aftermath. In the face of the stark, harsh images on canvas he was a solid weight behind him and he understood. Leon had this uncanny ability to read him, the pictures, everything around him. He was just so damn perceptive. He didn't need Tristan to speak, to explain, to bare himself with words when he gauged it all in a single look. A brush stroke. A touch.

Leon read Tristan like poetry. Like the words were written all over his skin instead of crowding the air around them. Leon saw him as beautiful and no matter how he struggled to see it himself Tristan couldn't deny the fact that Leon looked at him like he was the most lovely thing he had ever seen, heard, read, experienced, imagined. Leon saw so much of him. Beneath the layers. The clothes, the tattoos, the piercings that he used as armour.

He knew his Chosen got frustrated sometimes at their situation. The hiding and pretence. But the truth of the matter was Tristan was scared out of his mind to reveal something so personal, so close to his heart to other people- even those he considered family. They probably weren't fooling anyone of course but as long as they didn't acknowledge it outright they had some semblance privacy on the matter. Tristan never liked a lot of attention on himself even if his choice in appearance said different. It was all smoke and mirrors though. Deflections to keep people from looking too closely underneath, to being able to see the cracks or the weaknesses, the ways they could hurt him. And what if he and Leon did go public with their bond? He was afraid it would change it irreparably. Make the safe haven he had found in his beloved arms, where it was just him and Leon and their love, into a free for all. Tristan had seen a few bonds over his two hundred plus years and while they were stunning in their own ways; the standout's being Jeff and Nick's built solid and true, Kurt and Blaine's enduring and defying all odds in the most beautiful ways, Tristan didn't want that for himself. The jokes, the gossip, the interest like they were celebrities. He knew that it was a way their friends showed affection for the individuals and support for the bonds they had formed but Tristan was hesitant for other people to be that involved in something that felt like it was the only thing that had held him together all these years.

He wasn't as strong as all the others. Like Kurt, like Blaine. He just wasn't.

Even so young Tristan Mallory had felt then the first clawing tendrils of death creeping around limbs as he collapsed defeated underneath a deadened tree a week after that fateful day and it had changed him irreversibly. To see death. To hear it. To feel it. His innocence was torn from him that day. The openness of a happy childhood leaving him vulnerable, completely open and unable to protect himself when the darkness crept in. When the wrongs and sins of others clung and attached to him like shadows.

And then he had come.

He was burning warmth. He was an overwhelming safety. He was fierce protection. He was loving concern in a different way from his parents. He was nothing Tristan had ever known before but the last hopeful part of himself, a dormant instinct that had yet to surface he would find out later, latched onto the stranger with both hands. Leon had sewn him back together with parts of himself and Tristan couldn't live without him from that point onwards. He was bound.

Their relationship was strained at first.

Tristan couldn't bear for Leon to be away from him for more than a few minutes without panicking. He had troubles feeding from the Giver's. He didn't like to interact with any of the Ohio coven and he was struggling with unknown feelings towards his protector.

Those were the worst.

His un-matured brain couldn't rightly comprehend just what he was feeling, nor the extent, but Tristan knew that it hurt every time the vampire brushed him off like the child he was. He was never cruel about it and he always doted on Tristan so, so attentively and put aside a stupid amount of time to spend with him but it never felt like enough. And he felt guilty because he knew Leon had left his old coven in Italy to be there for him and Tristan had nothing to offer back. A few years passed and it did get better somewhat, Tristan was interacting a little more but that sat the start of Leon interacting with others more. It was agonising to watch the Italian flirt no matter how harmless it was and frustrating that he didn't have the ability to do something about it even though he didn't even know how.

Eventually it all came to a head as situations always did around about to time he matured.

Tristan sighed snapping out of his internal reverie and glanced at the clock again charcoal stained fingers resting against his sketchpad. He tongued at his lip ring anxiously as every nerve inside him began to bounce and hum in discontent.

Two more hours. Just two more hours.

He closed his eyes and pictured the way Leon would chide him when he walked through the door. It was always the same; he'd see him waiting a give him his smile. It was Tristan's favourite. Nothing big or charming or Hollywood about it, just a simple, soft upturn of lips that lifted for no other reason than he loved him. Tristan had pages and pages dedicated to that smile.

The vampire would then walk over, shucking jackets, shoes and weapons before climbing into the space behind Tristan and lay their temples together a hand gently shifting in the strands of his hair while he looked over every inch of what Tristan had created while he'd been away. It was flattering and still made him blush just how in awe Leon was of his drawings morbid or no and the vampire told him so in pretty flowery phrases that spoke to his artist soul. He loved the way the words would trip so soothing and lovely off his tongue in that distinct accent.

Tristan traced a finger down the slope of Leon's nose against paper. No matter how many times he drew him he'd never get it right. Never do the real thing justice.

The door swung open breaking into his musings and Tristan raised his head eagerly only for his heart to drop out of his chest.

Thad was staring at him with an all too familiar emotion in his eyes.

Tristan shook his head in denial. "No."

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Hummel Household

"So I see your sporting some new jewellery, cuteness," Cooper smirked from his spot sprawled out on the couch legs crossed at the ankle in front of him the picture of ease.

Kurt tore his eyes away from the window again even though he couldn't see anything in the pitch outside. He couldn't believe there was a wild looking vampire peeping through his windows…

…Actually…

Kurt frowned and then looked to his left at Blaine- Mr McStalker- who was still glaring at his brother, perhaps even heavier at the terms of endearment he insisted on using for Kurt and he couldn't help it. He giggled. Then full out laughed.

The Andersons raised their brows in this identical look of bewilderment on their faces. It made Kurt laugh harder and he cupped a hand over his mouth to try and contain the sound.

Burt glanced over from where he was teaching Finn some things about his new tool kit. "Joke I miss?"

"Apparently," Blaine agreed but his lips were twitching like he couldn't help it as he watched Kurt try to get a hold of himself.

"I must admit I am very amusing," Cooper crowed and Burt gave a snort.

The elder Anderson beamed. "See!"

Kurt shook his head, the laughter dying down. It wasn't really even that funny but the ridiculousness of his situation kind of hit him all at once. Christmas time with his vampire boyfriend- his bonded soulmate- and his egotistical but also vampire older brother with yet another vampire lurking outside with his normal human family? It was all shades of messed up that was for sure but Kurt found, looking around the cosy, warm atmosphere that he wouldn't trade or change it. In fact he'd probably add more craziness in the form of his coven, Santana and Brittany… his fae family? Though he knew their faces now they were still hazy figures in his mind attached to feelings that felt displaced for how strong they were.

He tried to force his wayward mind back to the now. What was the question again? Jewellery? He glanced down at his ring finger, the spot Blaine hadn't stopped pawing at ever since he'd put it back on him in the hall. Every available chance at dinner Blaine had taken his left hand and Kurt had lost count on the number of times he laid reverent lips there. It made his heart quicken. The sheer significance behind the ring was mind blowing and his father even seemed to understand that. The man had looked at that spot on Blaine and himself a hundred times over, eyes shrewd like the answers were written into the silver. He thought to the engraving on Blaine's.

They kind of were.

"I guess my invitation got lost in the mail," Cooper commented to Blaine casually but there was a heavy weight behind it. Kurt snapped his head back up and Blaine joined their fingers together.

"It wasn't anything to do with you."

Cooper raised a manicured brow. "Really. My little bro goes and gets himself bonded again and it's nothing to do with me?"

"We were already bonded weren't we?" Kurt whispered keeping a close eye on his family to make sure they weren't eavesdropping.

"Yes we were. This is just more-"

"Official," Cooper cut in and Kurt frowned at him. That sounded so unromantic. Not at all like the actual moment upstairs had been.

Blaine noticed and laid a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Real. It just makes it more real," he murmured into the skin and Kurt smiled turning his mouth so he could capture pillowed lips properly. They kissed slow and soft for a few seconds, actual kisses interceded with a lot of lazy strokes of mouths without any pressure, just trading sweet breathes back and forth, noses flirting.

"Don't make me hose you down. I'd enjoy it far too much," Cooper interrupted the moment.

Blaine growled into his mouth and Kurt sighed back running soothing fingers over his jaw and neck before pulling back and levelling a glare at a smirking Cooper. He blushed slightly at the knowing look on his face and darted a glance to his dad and Finn who were still absorbed thankfully. Kurt couldn't have believed a month ago he would be comfortable kissing a boyfriend in the same room as his family and while he definitely wasn't going to start making out in front of them it was nice that he could just relax and openly show their love for one another without fear.

Carole came walking back into the room and smiled at them. "When are you boys heading home? The weather's about to turn and I don't want you driving through that mess."

Kurt swallowed down the lump of sadness and panic that swept through him at the thought of Blaine going anywhere without him, especially after the night he'd had before last. It was also the simple fact that Kurt hadn't slept without Blaine once for coming up a month now and the prospect was awful and lonely and foreign. He caught golden eyes, the flecks of green in them sparkling in the low light of the room. "It's not that late right?"

"Nearly eleven," Carole answered.

Blaine's phone ringing broke the moment and the vampire sent an apologetic look at everyone before stepping out to take it.

Kurt watched him go before he felt a dig in his side. He turned to Cooper who was poking him and slapped his hand away. "You could just use words."

Cooper laughed eyes filled with mirth. "Not nearly as fun."

"Was there something you needed?"

"Don't worry you can go back to mooning over my little brother in a minute-"

"I do not moon!" Kurt cut off affronted but a pink blush was staining his cheeks.

"Riiiight. So this," he pulled an exaggerated wide eyed dreamy expression. Kurt hit him in the face with a pillow. He spluttered but laughed through it. "Not mooning?"

"Your point?"

"I'm just glad your back," Cooper said simply knocking Kurt for six. He was not expecting that. "When you died he," he flicked his eyes towards the doorway a deep pain settling there, weighting down his forehead. "You know I've never been more scared in my life than that day he came to see me?"

Kurt swallowed.

"He was someone else. Someone I didn't even recognise, like some empty shell wearing a Blaine suit." He shook his head and perhaps the remnants of painful memories sticking to his skin. Kurt shivered as if somehow they had clung to him too like spider webs.

Serious eyes captured his. Unyielding. "Promise me you'll look after him. He likes to pretend but-"

"He's not fine," Kurt finished softly.

Cooper nodded.

"I promise."

He smiled widely at him and Kurt was about to return it when it dropped and the vampires head tilted towards the door. If he was a dog his ears would have pricked up. "Something's wrong," he breathed and got up from the seat, sending a casual smile at Carole. Kurt tried to be as nonchalant but he probably failed miserably in his rush to get to Blaine.

The vampire was hissing things down the phone quietly an agitated hand in his lightly gelled curls and distress written in every line of his tense face. "What about the Doc?"

Kurt's stomach turned a little in dread. Why would they need a doctor?

He felt Cooper lay a steadying hand on his shoulder.

"Did you send someone to go get him?" Blaine demanded as he continued to pace the dark hall, the phone and light spilling from the doorway behind the only thing allowing Kurt to see properly.

"And there was just the one? You're sure? We'll be there in a few."

He hung up and turned to his brother. "You need to leave."

Cooper nodded but Kurt scowled in confusion. "What no! Blaine, he doesn't have to go."

"Fun while it lasted huh squirt?" Blaine clenched his jaw, lips thinning and the elder stepped up cupping his neck in a strong grip. "You've got this little brother."

A moment passed between them like they were sharing a conversation in seconds.

"I'll need my car back," Blaine said quietly.

Cooper fished out the keys and smirked. "I didn't even dent her!"

Kurt was watching the exchanges guardedly, arms moving to wrap around his waist as they continued to ignore him. What had happened now? Were they just going to keep this to themselves? The thought of being shut out this far into things was hard to take especially when he knew where exactly all that baggage was going. Blaine shoulders.

"Wes doesn't think this is anything premeditated."

"He thinks it's because I'm here. Too shiny a target to say no to," Cooper nodded eyes calculating as he stared off at the wall.

"You need to get back to your coven and make sure they don't take advantage of your absence. Especially since you've taken one of your Seconds."

"Luna will have it covered she's meaner, smarter and crazier than her brother," Cooper informed him breezily but he was tugging on his coat and slipping on his shoes belaying the fact that he was just a worried if not more. "Time to go say bye to the in-laws."

He disappeared into the family room once more clapping Kurt on the shoulder as he passed. Kurt watched him go before turning cautious blues on his boyfriend who was also shoving his feet in his shoes.

"You're leaving?" he asked quietly.

"Leon was attacked tonight."

Kurt lost all the breath in his lungs.

"He's not…"

Blaine stepped up to him and wrapped an arm around his waist to pull him in closer. Kurt's feet shifted to allow it but his arms remained as a barrier between them. More to keep himself together than to keep Blaine out.

"He's not dead, but he's not doing well. Tristan's going crazy and Carlos is not answering his phone-"

"Can you get us down from my bedroom window?" Kurt cut off.

"Yes," Blaine answered slowly.

"My dad is never going to let me leave at this time of night on Christmas day and we can't tell him the truth because he'd freak out and never let me leave anyway. You and Cooper will leave, park down the street and I'll say I'm tired and going to bed. I'll leave the window open and you can come get me," Kurt decided in a rush.

Blaine studied his face. The determination that Kurt knew was etched there as a different sort of story was played out on Blaine's. It spoke of something Kurt didn't want to acknowledge though it was rattling away at the back of his mind. It was a question Kurt didn't want to answer. "We have to hurry."

So easily accepted though Kurt didn't have time to dwell. They walked back into the room hand in hand, Cooper finishing up his goodbyes grandly of course. He turned and smiled at Blaine playing the part of the doting big brother. "Ready to go squirt?"

"Yeah sure. Thank you guys so much for having me yesterday and today. It really meant a lot to me," he expressed sincerely to the Hudson-Hummels.

"Your welcome anytime, Blaine," Carole grinned walking over and giving him a kiss on the cheek and a hug.

Burt held out his hand with a small smile. "Drive safe, kid."

"See ya later, dude," Finn grinned giving him a fist bump.

"I'll just see them out and then I'm gonna head up to bed. I'm exhausted," Kurt said casually faking a yawn.

Burt snorted. "Teach you for getting up at stupid o'clock."

He rolled his eyes but he was fidgeting anxiously by this point. They were losing seconds here. "Goodnight to you too dad."

Upstairs Blaine gathered his things together hastily into the bag he'd brought. "I'll be there in a few minutes okay, beautiful?"

Kurt slid the window open ignoring the chill. "I'll be waiting."

Downstairs with one last kiss and a hug from Cooper the Andersons were gone and Kurt was rushing upstairs piling pillows under his duvet in case his dad peeked in at him, putting his boots on, grabbing a coat and his keys and phone just in case. He switched off the lights and drew the curtains behind himself as he waited nervously by the window. Blaine's figure emerged in a haze of blurry movements almost too fast for him to catch and then he was right in front of him perched on the sill.

"Climb out here with me," he urged and Kurt took a deep breathe glancing downwards at the fall before trusting Blaine enough to do it. He had to remember that time wasn't waiting for him and his fears. Blaine wrapped a secure arm around him as soon as he was seated next to him a strong wind ruffling both their hair and urging Kurt to wrap both arms around Blaine's neck in return. And then they were falling and Kurt squeezed his eyes shut at the sensation tucking in close to Blaine's neck as his stomach turned over. They hit the ground hard Blaine absorbing the impact seeing as Kurt's feet hadn't hit anything yet and then his boots were touching grass and Blaine was letting go of his wobbly frame to climb back up again closing the window before grabbing him up bridal style and racing them down the side of the house, across the drive and down the street to where his car was idling under a streetlamp all at a dizzying speed.

Inside away from the biting chill of the winter air Blaine floored the gas pedal and they jolted off with a squeal of tires. Kurt scrambled for his seatbelt and watched in stunned almost frightened fascination as they weaved uncaringly through the little traffic there was, skipping lights, ignoring speed limits like they were laughable. And he supposed to a Porsche drove by a vampire they were. They were on the highway before Kurt could blink, the only sound the roar of the engine and the growling shift of gears as the rubber ate up the tarmac mile by mile.

He had to be okay. Please let him be okay.

Wes was waiting for them under an hour later at the entrance underground dressed in black jeans and a plain black tee that clung to his tensed frame. Kurt stumbled out of the car legs feeling like jelly.

"How is he?" Blaine demanded slamming the door closed.

"Unconscious."

"The rogue?"

"Detained."

Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand as soon as he made it around the hood, pulling him close to his side as he walked them towards the coven leader. Wes stepped aside to let them in.

"And Carlos is..?"

"Still MIA, I sent Spencer to go check the hospital then his apartment if he couldn't find anything," and then he suddenly looked to Kurt as he led the way through the maze of candlelit corridors. It was expectant and the fae had a bad feeling he knew why Blaine had let him come along so easily. And it wasn't like the vampire had deceived him. It had been written all over his face, screamed in his eyes back in that hallway. The question he didn't want to answer.

Are you sure?

Kurt had ignored it but now he was on the verge, the gap for the decision getting smaller and smaller with every step.

"David's managing the medical wing right now and Jeff's trying his best until Carlos gets here. You'd think we'd have someone who knows what they're fucking doing in this shit storm right?" he berated himself mostly.

"Wes-"

The leader cut him off harshly. "I'm tired of playing catch up, Blaine. Of overlooking things. I should have already had an onsite doctor around and you know it."

"We have Carlos."

"Who has a job outside of here already! He can't be on call for us all the time." He sighed rubbing his temple before collecting himself again. "I'm going back down. See if I can get anything out of our…guest," he told them grimly, dark eyes holding no mercy and then he was taking a left as they continued on towards the medical room. It was stark white practically a replica of a hospital room with all the gadgets and machines to back it up. Kurt hardly took any of it in though because his other senses were going haywire.

Kurt could smell the blood in the air as soon as he entered.

It was like the surrounding space was saturated with it and it made him feel sick to his stomach. Chaos was exploding around them, bodies everywhere, shouts and panicked conversations all surrounding the gurney which Leon lay on topless.

And through the gaps Kurt saw he wasn't moving at all.

Jeff was by Leon's side sharing hushed frantic words with Nick who was grabbing things for him as soon as he asked, the fae looked scared and almost helpless but what really tore at Kurt's heart was Tristan.

The vampire was on his knees next to the gurney right at Leon's head, laying his own just barely next to it arms pinned behind his back by a sombre David. Tristan looked broken and scared. He looked like he did when he first arrived here after his family had been murdered and Kurt thought that maybe that was entirely accurate. Leon was his family just like Blaine was Kurt's and now he faced losing it again.

"Okay anyone unnecessary get out now," Blaine ordered firmly and reluctantly people obeyed; Keith pulling a devastated Gerran and Adam trailing them looking dazed. Blaine was an authority and though David was supposed to be in charge he looked to have his hands full with Tristan so Blaine was stepping up.

Jeff looked up and caught the fae prince's eye relief washing over his features. "Kurt."

Heads snapped around and Kurt shifted under the weight of so many expecting glances. He swallowed and tried hard not to shake. Blaine walked them in closer quickly and then Kurt was looking down at the evidence of Leon's attack close up and he stumbled back into Blaine's chest with a gasp of panicked shock.

Leon was pale. Sweating and sallow skinned all over, veins darker than Kurt had ever seen visible under the heavy bruising and abrasions littering his face and upper body, a cut under his jaw leaking something almost black but that wasn't the worst part. The blood. It was soaking the presses Jeff was holding tightly against the wound in his lower abdomen, staining them a deep crimson at an alarming rate.

"Oh God," Kurt breathed horrified hand rising to his mouth.

It was then that he realised Tristan was muttering a litany of, "Leon," under his breathe over and over. It was a miserable symphony of pain and anguish and it just wouldn't stop. Kurt wanted to hold his hands over his ears to keep it out.

"What's the update?" Blaine asked quietly a steady presence behind him a firm hand on his hip.

Nick sighed and wiped at his forehead with the back of his hand seeing as the rest of it was stained red. "Jeff thinks its poison."

"I don't think I know!" Jeff growled in frustration pressing harder at the wound. "And there's nothing I can do about it! It's making him bleed out and nothing I've tried is stopping it and I haven't got the first clue about what to give him to counter it. I'd have to know what kind of poison it was first to make it regardless," the fae babbled almost incoherent.

"So the blade was tipped?"

"Fangless cowards knew they couldn't best one of us on a level playing ground," David spat out holding firm when Tristan tugged forwards again with a whimper. "Asshole got the jump on him and must have nicked him with it before Leon even had a chance."

"Doc Carlos will know what it is though right?" Blaine questioned.

Jeff glanced back down with watery eyes. "By the time he figures it out it will probably be too late. That's why we need, Kurt."

The fae stilled. Suspicions confirmed. Fears horrifyingly realised.

He tried to back away again but Blaine wouldn't budge. "I can't, I mean I don't-"

"I can't do anything for him, Kurt," Jeff shook his head miserably the stress of the last hour showing clearly in the tightness of his mouth, the sad dullness in usual rich jade. "But you can. You can do it I know you can."

Such steady confidence in him and it almost caused him to shatter.

"I don't know what I'm doing," Kurt whispered a tear chasing down his cheek because he felt utterly pathetic. His friend. Part of his family was lying there dying, his mate might as well have been too and he was shaking his head whining and crying?

"Please," Tristan begged hoarsely and flooded pitch black eyes found his. "Per favore," he choked again- Kurt didn't think he even realised he'd switched languages- before turning his head back to Leon and whispering it over and over in his ear like the vampire himself would listen. Would open his eyes and sooth away all his pain.

The body convulsed all of a sudden, black ooze sliding free from the corner of Leon's mouth as he tried gasping out for a wheezing gulp of air and Tristan lost it pitching forwards and rocking into the metal bed forcing Nick to come around to David's side to drag him away on his knee's to the corner of the room. The vampire shouts and sobs of protest were echoing in the room. Echoing in Kurt's ears alongside his pounding pulse.

Kurt gasped a breath feeling like his heart was constricting in his chest as he watched Leon struggling to hold on.

He had never actively tried to do this before.

Sometimes with little things like the fang bites Blaine was constantly giving him they disappeared on their own, either due to unconscious healing or accelerated healing he didn't know. There was also the pen incident of course but that was a whole lot of wishful thinking and unknowing power on his part. And the final time he'd had anything to do with his gift was with Blaine that first feeding and that turned out to be almost instinct.

This. This was different and Kurt was scared out of his mind. What if he made it worse? What if he couldn't do it at all?

All those insecurities from Christmas Eve came rushing back to slam into him with the force of a truck. But then Blaine's soothing tone that night whispered across his mind and Kurt found a resolve and held onto it tight. He had to do this. He had to.

Kurt reached out peeling back the soaked bandage and gingerly pressed his hand against the wound, jerking back when the blood welled and spilled between his fingers hot and sticky. Blaine slid his hand on top of his and pressed down firmly. "You can do this. You can, beautiful," he whispered into his ear full of faith and support; his free arm wrapping around Kurt's stomach tightly holding him up, keeping him together when he felt like he was about to fly apart.

Kurt whimpered at the feel of torn flesh under his palm, a gaping hole where one shouldn't ever be. Tears fell down his cheeks and he wanted to pull his hand away. This felt like too much but at the same time you couldn't have pulled him away with a gun to his head.

"Leon! Per favore non andare! Non lasciarmi, amore!" Tristan sobbed from the corner, still struggling his hardest to get free of the vampires that held him.

And for a second it wasn't Tristan on that floor. It was Blaine and Kurt felt sick with the horrible glimpse of just what Blaine had gone through. He closed his eyes and took a deep breathe blowing it out shakily over the tears still lodged in his throat.

Centring on his magic was easier now and he concentrated on pulling as much into himself as possible while he ran over what he wanted to do a hundred times in his head. Heal him, heal him, heal him…

It was a hard tug right from his centre and Kurt felt the effects of it almost immediately. It was bright and burning and consuming. Kurt felt like he was being eaten up by it as parts of himself stretched out into Leon searching for dark spots. They appeared like stains. Black paint in water spreading out to grey murkiness and Kurt concentrated on replacing it with something fresh and clean. It was almost impossible to get a tangible hold on it as it slipped and slid away and after the first few he felt exhausted and bone weary. He could feel sweat dripping down his temples and neck, his breathing getting laboured but he pushed forwards finding all the infected spots that Leon's frantic heart was unknowingly pumping further through his body.

"Kurt, that's enough," Blaine's voice said from somewhere far away and felt a distant tugging at his wrist but Kurt couldn't stop, he wasn't finished yet. He pushed harder through his fatigue clenching his jaw through the stabbing pain that was beginning to form in his limbs like pins and needles only replacing the pins with knives and the needles with swords.

"Kurt! Stop right now!"

"Blaine you can't just pull him away you might hurt him!" Jeff shouted at him. "He's connected to Leon, you can't pull him forcefully from something like that it's too dangerous!"

"He's killing himself!"

And the fae could feel that it was. That it wasn't simply drawing magic anymore to fix Leon, that it was draining the very life from him. Kurt couldn't hold on to it any longer and the connection broke, slamming back into him with stunning force and his legs gave out. Blaine kept him upright.

"Gods, Kurt?" he choked in panic.

"Over here," Jeff ordered swiping some junk from another gurney in the corner of the room. Kurt felt himself being picked up and moved then gently laid down as his head spun and he tried to gain his breathe back. His heart was stuttering madly in his chest and Blaine laid a hand there as if healing it himself his golden eyes turning black and bright with tears and worry from what Kurt could see under half closed lids.

"Please say your okay," he whispered.

Kurt managed a half smile head lolling. "This healing thing is tougher than I thought."

Blaine spluttered an incredulous laugh that was three parts relief and one part incredulity and bent down swiftly to place a hard kiss to his lips. Kurt hummed into it as the hurting jolts faded from his limbs simply leaving them feeling heavy.

"You're not doing that again," Blaine mumbled into his mouth.

Kurt hushed him right back as Blaine fed him kiss after kiss climbing up onto the gurney next to him making it creak and rock slightly before curling around his body protectively. "You know I will be sweetie," Kurt turned his face away weakly but far enough to get out.

Blaine halted because he knew the truth of that and pulled back slightly so the tips of their noses touched. There was brief moment of silence, the only sound in the room was the rustling from Jeff as he checked Leon over and the tearful sobs from Tristan. "How is he? Did it work?"

"I... have no idea," Blaine answered truthfully and Kurt swallowed the fear. It had worked. It had. There was no other option.

The door burst open and Blaine tensed before he saw the familiar face of Carlos rushing inside blue scrubs on.

"Where the hell have you been!" David growled to him.

The shifter ignored him and walked straight over to Leon. "I want to see," Kurt whispered and Blaine propped up manoeuvring them so Kurt's head was resting on his chest right over his the steady beat of his heart. Kurt pressed a kiss there and Blaine traced a soft fingertip over the point in his ear.

The doctor was all efficiency as he moved around the room and Leon, who actually did look better from what he could tell. He had a little colour back, he wasn't convulsing or fighting for breath as much anymore and that black substance that had bubbled out of his mouth was thankfully nowhere to be seen and neither were those horror movie dark veins spider webbing under his flesh.

"You said it was black?" the dark haired shifter asked as he glanced everything over for himself with a practised eye before grabbing his stethoscope and laying it from one side of Leon's chest to the other.

Jeff nodded running a stained shaky hand through his hair. "I've never seen anything like it."

Carlos lay the instrument aside and scratched his stubbled cheek for a moment and Kurt could see deep purple circles under them that spoke of a severe lack of sleep. He'd come from on the job obviously but the scrubs spoke of surgery maybe. It would explain why no one could get a hold of him. "And Kurt healed him?" He glanced over to the fae and Kurt avoided his gaze swiftly.

"As far as we can tell. He seems far more improved for definite but the entrance wound is still there though and the surface bruising and cuts."

"A good feed can sort the external abrasions out no problem and the wound," Carlos murmured pulling gloves from a large silver case he'd brought with him and snapping them on examining the cut by his throat and cleaning up the black substance there, taking a swab of it first before moving lower and removing the bandage that was still seeping red but no where near as much and no where near as dark.

He poked around a little causing Leon to shift in pain even unconscious but after a few more tense moments where he cleaned the wound quickly and thoroughly Carlos straightened back up returning the bandaging. "The poison wasn't allowing the blood to clot." He moved back to his case and opened it out properly the sides folding out into staggered shelves with dozens of glass vials and plastic containers full of medicine. He skimmed through until he found the one he wanted, a clear innocuous looking liquid that he drew into a syringe and tested before preparing the crook of Leon's arm and driving in. "I've given him something that will speed it up but what he really needs is blood."

"We tried that, he wouldn't take it from Evelyn his usual Giver," Nick told him from his spot still holding back Tristan who was dead silent now. Eerily silent as he hung his head towards the floor. Kurt looked him over with dread curling in his stomach.

'They killed us. They killed all of us,' echoed in his mind making him shiver and Blaine to hold him closer, laying kisses to the top of his head.

"What's wrong with him?" he whispered to Blaine snuggling even tighter to try and chase some warmth back into himself.

"I think he's in shock, beautiful."

"He hasn't got a Chosen correct?" Carlos brought Kurt's attention back around.

David snorted but he looked concerned down at the dead weight he was holding. He was obviously expecting a reaction. Any sort of reaction. "Um, yeah he kind of has. Cat jumped out of the bag on that one earlier."

Carlos tilted his head as he looked down. "I don't think I'm even surprised, they always were…" he waved a hand.

"In their own world," Kurt supplied softly and the shifter glanced at him.

"Yeah... Bring Evelyn back in here and see if he'll take something now," Carlos suggested getting back to it. "And then I'll be looking over you," he warned Kurt who shrank back a little. He hated doctors and hospitals, he'd seen far too much of them in his seventeen years to last him for all his lifetimes.

Nick did the honours realising that David could handle Tristan just fine if he remained this passive and a short while later a small blonde walked into the room head slightly bowed, white flowing robe clinging to her small frame. "How may I help?"

"We're going to try feeding again if that's all right with you?" Carols asked.

She nodded and stepped up to the bed. "He did not take it well last time," she worried with wide blue eyes before darting them to the crumpled body in the corner. "And neither did Master Tristan."

"Kurt's managed to purge most of the poison from his system so he may react differently this time," Carlos reassured but he was glancing at Tristan in contemplation too.

She walked over still dubious but willing and lay her wrist over chapped split lips.

Nothing.

"Try putting a drop of blood on his tongue," Kurt suggested thinking back to his first feeding with Blaine.

Carlos nodded. "His body's pretty much shut down for now to try and heal itself so stimulation for his natural instincts to kick in should work."

The blonde nodded and held her wrist up to her mouth before biting down. Blood spilled and she pulled back showing no pain as she held it to Leon's mouth once more. They managed to get him to swallow perhaps one gulp before he moaned weakly and clamped his mouth shut turning his head away.

"He has no desire for my blood, he has never had a strong affinity for it."

"Damn Chosen's," Carlos sighed running a hand down his face mind working overtime.

"Why are they trying to make Leon feed from Evelyn when Tristan is right there?" Kurt asked Blaine.

"Because vampire's with vampire Chosen One's cannot feed from one another even though their blood will always be the one that calls to them and tastes the sweetest. We can't get what we need from one another, it's why the blood slavery hit as hard as it did for the other races all those years ago."

"So what do they do?"

"They use a Giver. Someone exclusive to them and who has no designs on either one of the Chosen's in the bond. It's a coveted spot. An honour to be asked to serve as one."

It was left unsaid that before it was probably the worse position to be in. A blood slave stuck servicing two vampires who cared nothing about them?

Kurt eyed Evelyn and saw instantly that she was unthreatening. Soft spoken and kind. And she seemed to care very much for the two suffering males that much was clear. Kurt thought of just how high in the pairs regard this blonde little thing must be to even be able to share such private and intimate moments with them. To be trusted enough to be let into that sanctum.

"He'll take Tristan's blood," Blaine called out to Carlos.

"But that doesn't help-"

David cut him off nodding. "Just switch Eve in."

She brightened up. "They do like to feed before and after each one of them take from me," she admitted on a hesitant blush. It was clear she didn't want to discuss the bonded's private business but this was to help them.

David let go of Tristan and his arms sagged to his sides like a rag doll. David moved around to kneel in front of him and lifted his chin up sternly. Kurt's heart lurched when he saw the devastated tearstained mess that was Tristan, black eyes so far away, so far retreated into himself. It was strange for Kurt. He was used to dealing with Blaine in extremes of emotions, vibrating it when he let his vampire take over but this was completely foreign. Tristan didn't blow up, he imploded.

"T, he needs you right now," David told him and though Tristan was staring straight at him he wasn't seeing the darker skinned vampire at all. "Tristan I will happily slap some sense into you."

"David," Jeff warned.

But the vampire paid no heed and roughly jerked the chin in his hand. The eyes flickered some sort of life. "Leon. Needs. You," David said short and sharp. "He needs his Chosen, Trist."

The vampire whimpered as he came back to reality fresh tears spilling over and then he was scrambling across the floor, pushing past David on hands and knees and practically climbing up the gurney people scattering to make room for him. Tristan settled down next to his mate sitting by his shoulder and running a shaky finger down the firm bridge of Leon's nose as if to test he was real. The Italian twitched towards him and that's all it took for Tristan and he bit his own wrist before pressing it to Leon's mouth. The reaction was fast and the vampire moaned hazily before opening his mouth wider and sinking fangs into flesh. Tristan sighed as if the bite gave him some form of comfort and he began to pet at Leon's matted hair hunching over to press a single soft kiss against his hairline over his temple. The gesture made everyone in the room freeze. Tristan had never been so open with his affection and the rawness of that solitary press of lips was staggering.

"Okay now Evelyn you ease your wrist in place of Tristan's," Carlos instructed calmly not daring to get too close.

Tristan growled a little menacingly but allowed the blonde to step forwards on the opposite side and take his place though he watched her like a hawk the entire time. It didn't seem to faze her. Like she was used to it.

They continued like that, every few minutes or so Leon would turn his head away from Evelyn's blood even though it was hers he needed in search of Tristan's and the younger vampire would take over and sate and calm him with strokes of his hair and murmurs in Italian before switching again.

The sight was transfixing. Kurt felt like he was intruding on something just witnessing it.

While this was going on Carlos approached Kurt switching gloves for a new set.

"I'm fine, you don't need to check me over honestly," Kurt hastily assured when he noticed the doctors intent.

Carlos just smiled tiredly. "I think your vampire thinks differently and since I've seen firsthand the damage he's capable of I think it'd be better for my health if we just got through this. Think you could help a shifter out?"

The fae glanced up at Blaine and the serious glare he had levelled on the shifter and pinched his side in reprimand but allowed himself to be helped up just the same until he was sitting with his legs hanging uselessly like bricks over the edge. He hoped they didn't do a reflex test, he had a feeling he'd fail that one spectacularly. The check up was relatively painless and over quite quickly. He didn't seem to be showing any other negative signs other than his weariness due to excess magic use so the doctor ordered him to lay off the party tricks and get plenty of rest. Blaine was finally satisfied even though he still hovered.

"So do you think he'll be okay?" Kurt asked. Leon was still feeding but the lighter bruises and scrapes were already healing themselves. Carlos glanced over his shoulder as he wound his stethoscope back up.

"The poison or should I say venom they used is rare but only because it comes from a special type of shifter," Carlos began to explain.

"What like a spider or snake?"

Carlos nodded.

"Why is that rare?"

"Because shifters don't often turn into reptiles or fish or insects," Blaine filled in.

The shifter grimaced in acknowledgement."Poison's and venoms from the human world don't affect supernatural beings but poisons and venoms from the supernatural world?"

"Work just like normal," Kurt finished catching on.

The doctor closed his case with a rough snap. "It would have had to have been a lot of it. A nick of that knife like I suspect first happened given the knife wound on Leon's neck wouldn't have affected as strongly and he could have fought it off eventually but a big dose of it got into his system in the stab wound with no way to fight it off. You know I've never come across someone with a gift like yours. You saved his life, Kurt."

The fae shifted uncomfortably. "No, I just…"

"Gave him a fighting chance," Carlos supplied kindly. "He'll still be feverish and disorientated for a few days and I'll have to come back to check the wound and redress it but he's definitely out of the woods."

"Thanks Doc," Blaine said clasping hands with the man.

"I'm thinking I may have to take Wes up on that offer to stay here if this carries on," he laughed lightly. Kurt felt like slapping Wes for being so hard on himself. It was clear he hadn't overlooked the doctor situation. He just hadn't found anyone to fill the spot and really up until now he hadn't had a reason to right? This was the first attack since his death and Wes no doubt wanted someone he could trust with his coven's lives implicitly.

David came over and clapped the doctor on the shoulder. "Boss man wants to see you."

"Summoned again," Carlos rolled his eyes. "I'll be back again to check him over before I leave." And then he left with the Second.

---

Dalton
Interrogation room

"I'm getting next to nothing out of him and to be honest I don't think the backwoods idiot knows that much," Zach sighed closing the door behind him and Wes fought the urge to throw things. "I mean I have no issues with going all tales of torture on this son of a bitch if you give the word because honestly if he calls me jack one more time-"

"And you haven't smacked him around enough already?" Blaine asked dryly from his spot against the wall.

He'd left Kurt under the strict watch of Jeff who was mothering him like crazy and Nick who was trying his hardest to control his Chosen and maintain a peaceful environment for Leon and Tristan. Carlos had checked back into the medical wing and had actually taken up the offer of a room for the night wanting to be close by if something happened. Wes was embarrassingly grateful for that.

Zach shrugged uncaring running a hand through his crazy fire red hair. "We needed answers. He had them. I tried to loosen his tongue."

"What I want to know is how he got that close? The forest that side is a bitch to wire any kind of system into but it has enough! He just slipped right on through though," David spat out and Wes had to agree. It was fucking worrying how close this vampire got and he knew David who headed up most of the security was going to be obsessing over this for days.

Join the club.

"The werewolves might have knocked something loose on the full moon?" Blaine suggested twirling a newly acquired piece of jewellery on his ring finger absently. Wes didn't need a degree to know exactly what that circle of silver was and amongst the shit storm they found themselves in he felt a spark of happiness for his friend. "Has it been checked since then?"

"Thad would have noticed," Zach stated assuredly and Wes agreed. The system that vampire had created was insanely complicated but it was sharp within the parameters the council allowed for them and Thad was even sharper. A supercomputer all on his own. "He's still checking it over however trying to find the hole, but it's a definite he was alone though," Zach finished almost upbeat ever the optimist.

"A rogue, rogue," David snorted incredulously glancing between Blaine, Wes and Zach. "Does that sound a little too unbelievable to anyone else?"

"A little too good to be true maybe," Wes sighed speaking for the first time and eyeing their detainee through the one way, soundproofed glass. They had one interrogation room and a few cells on the bottom level of the complex, a prerequisite from the council when they were first building though it had never been used until now. All covens had them. And currently their prisoner a shaved headed male, tall in stature but small in build speaking of his young age, was looking a little worse for wear due to Zach's attentions. It made Wes nervous. That in that room chained to a chair wasn't a hardcore believer. It was a brainwashed youth out to prove himself and where there was one, there were sure to be many. He might have been alone this time but this was just the beginning, Wes could feel it.

And the facts didn't look very good either. Shifter poison? There was no way this fool of a vampire had gotten it for himself which put in a mind a bigger picture. A larger threat who did have the ability or capacity to coerce or trap a rare shifter and shit should he consider them lucky? Lucky that the vampire had so carelessly shown the ace up this unknown- person, groups? – sleeve. He'd already talked to Carlos and he'd agreed to help them stockpile all the medicines and antitoxins they would need and he'd text Cooper to let him know to do the same. But they were no where near ready yet and if this incident tipped the scale that sent the hordes down upon them Wes honestly didn't know how they'd cope.

"I want you and Thad to draw something up fast. That forest is an obviously blind spot we can't afford to have," Wes told his Second.

He felt eyes on him from all directions. "You're not running it past the council first?" Zach asked confused.

Wes met Blaine's dark knowing gaze.

Major structural or security changes were always run through the council for approval. They liked to keep tabs on their 'assets'. And maybe that's why this vampire had been able to slip through? He knew for damn sure Thad could come up with a security system far more sophisticated than what they had now because he was always talking his ear off about it. Asking to put in requests to the council which were either ignored or denied by said group. They thought that they knew best, they thought that human technology was inferior, they wanted to keep the covens under their control and not able to grow and evolve past the point of needing them any longer. In reality they were just this side of a rogue's attitude and the harsh truth of it was slapping Wes in the face over and over as things moved closer to boiling point.

'They're not going to help you when you ask when the shit hits the fan, Wesley.' Cooper's voice echoed almost mockingly for how much faith he'd put in them. 'Clean house. Batten down the fucking hatches because when this storm hits this place is gonna be a ground zero.'

Wes worked his jaw rubbing two fingers over it as the decision that would make or break them thundered into him. "We're going off grid for a while guys."

He saw David smirk out the corner of his eye, fangs peeking. "Finally."

---

Hummel Household

Things had settled somewhat in the time Blaine had been talking to Wes. Kurt would have yanked Jeff's hair out if he wasn't so tired for all the clucking he did over him, praising him, smothering him. He knew it was just because his best friend loved him but Jeff didn't know the definition of a line. He was always fluctuating at extremes of emotion and while endearing and entertaining as hell, when that was all focused on him in such an intense way it was a little overwhelming.

Nick got him to calm however and they all chatted together quietly, Evelyn leaving to get some rest and Carlos checking back in and they all were trying their best not to stare at Leon and Tristan, wanting to give them at least some form of privacy. Eventually Nick found a screen which he set up quietly around the pair.

It was around two in the morning by the time they were headed back to Lima.

Kurt settled down heavily on his bed pushing the pillows back up to the top and laying on his front, head facing Blaine who removed his boots for him and came to sit next to him smoothing a hand over his back gently. It was still dark outside, the only light coming from the lamp on his vanity Blaine had flipped on as they passed it.

Kurt was pliant to anything Blaine wanted to do to him but his mind was raging. "We're never going to catch a break are we?" he asked quietly. His dad and everyone were still asleep and he'd like to keep them that way so their tones were hushed of course.

Blaine gave him a sad smile. "I'm sorry, beautiful. I didn't want you involved in this."

Kurt propped himself up on his elbows. Again with the guilt? He wanted to tear his own hair out sometimes. "Sweetie, we're a team right? You and me."

Blaine nodded. "Of course."

"Then that's that. We're in this together good or bad. No blame game… well other than the idiots that are doing this," Kurt amended. "We'll see this through together, with our family and then we'll have all the time in the world to be a boring couple who do normal things and are so sickening in love that people won't want to be around us."

Blaine began to smile stretching out to lay half his body on top of Kurt's, forearm next to the fae's, mouth by his ear causing lazy tingles to zing down his spine. "And we're not sickeningly in love right now?"

Kurt turned over gracefully and wrapped arms around Blaine's neck tracing his every lovely feature reverently. He still didn't know how he managed to get so lucky. "Maybe a little."

Blaine nuzzled his nose playfully and Kurt just melted because he loved when Blaine did that. "Maybe a lot."

They kissed gently and even though Kurt hated lying to his dad and breaking the strict rules he had been given there was something undeniably exciting about having Blaine in his room when he wasn't supposed to. It was heady because Kurt needed him like he needed air and the idea that he couldn't part with his love was only intensified because Kurt really felt that way. The die hard romantic in him was swooning.

"Moments," Kurt whispered when they broke apart. "We'll steal moments like this when everything's just crazy and horrible and confusing and all we want to do is cry or scream or break. We'll always have us, Blaine. Always."

He saw Blaine swallow hard before resting his forehead on his. "Promise?"

Kurt grinned hooking fingers around Blaine's ear delicately tugging downwards as he titled his chin up. "I'll add it to the list from earlier."

Blaine hummed a contented noise at the reminder before giving into the insisting tugs diving down to press his lips against Kurt's once more. They kissed and kissed until Kurt felt his lips were going to fall off and all he could taste was Blaine on his tongue but it was so wonderful and tranquillity was making his limbs lax, chasing away everything that wasn't them and their love. Soon enough though Kurt's body was giving into the sleep deprivation and magic exhaustion.

Blaine pulled back and Kurt whined in discontent trying to yank him back down with hands on his neck wrapping an ankle loosely around Blaine's calf. "Don't go."

He got a kiss on the forehead but then Blaine was at the bottom of the bed leaving him cold. "I'll be right outside, my love."

Kurt frowned beckoning a hand to him to try and get him to come back. "Blaine they don't know where I live. They don't know about me and I don't want you outside all night alone."

Blaine grabbed his hand but didn't allow himself to be pulled closer, just kissed at his fingers. "I'm not taking that risk. I don't want to fight over it, Kurt but know you won't change my mind."

He was hard steel in front of him. Unbendable.

"Call someone to keep you company at least," he begged. "Leon was alone and he…" he couldn't finish it and Blaine softened somewhat.

"David and Thad have offered. They're gonna check out the forest and then head over here."

Kurt sighed in relief though he still wasn't entirely satisfied. "Okay."

"Now go to sleep imp," the vampire ordered him playfully walking to his dresser and grabbing some sleep clothes for him. Kurt undressed lazily and redressed even slower feeling like he could drop at any second so forwent his usual skin routine only able to sneak to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Blaine tucked him in and pressed kisses to the side of his face, humming sweetly to him until he was out.

---

A vampire soulmate.

Stars Kurt could remember when Jeff had found his!

The young blonde had run straight to Kurt after he'd met Nick for the second time against Kurt's wishes. It wasn't that he was jealous or didn't want his best friend to make a new one it was just vampires were dangerous. They took slaves and locked them up for their blood and Kurt would rather die than let his friend be subjected to that fate. But Jeff had managed to sneak out again and when he came back he was ecstatic. He'd found his soulmate. He was a Chosen.

Kurt was sceptical at first especially when he saw those fang marks standing out starkly on his friends neck but soon enough Jeff's enthusiasm sunk in and being only thirteen himself, two years younger than Jeff, he was quick to be washed away in the romance of it all. His best friend had found his mate! They gushed and giggled the whole afternoon away in the shade of an oak, Kurt asking a thousand and one questions until Jeff had to go home.

It was the next day that everything changed.

There had been uproar, talk of separating them. Jeff had cried for weeks in his arms when it was all happening. His dearest friend had told his parents and they'd not taken it quite so well. They were scared and as far as most of them knew it was for good reason as well. They took it to Kurt's father who was suitably shocked by the news; there hadn't been a bonding between fae and vampire for hundreds of years if ever. Never had one been recorded.

The Lazinder's refused to accept the bond at first and banned Jeff from ever seeing Nick again and it lasted one whole miserable week until Clarisse came across the heartbroken blonde in Kurt's devastated arms and decided to change some things. Kurt of course had advocated for his friend before that point. Begged, pleaded and threw epic tantrums in order to try and get his father to see reason but it was out of the King's hands. Ultimately Jeff's parents had the power over him seeing as he hadn't come of age and they were adamant in their resolve, terrified enough not to be able to listen to reason. Sneaking out had been the next step and oh how they'd tried but since Jeff's little escapades had become known it was now next to impossible to leave the borders that separated the fae from everyone else.

Queen Clarisse didn't often get directly involved in ruling the kingdom. She was always there as a support and the King never made decisions without running it past her first but she wasn't the figurehead and she liked it that way. Liked taking care of her children and getting involved with her people without all the ceremony better. So when she stormed into their rooms, Kurt dragging a sniffling Jeff along with him, it was a rare and stunning sight to see.

"Enough of this, they are torturing him and I will not have it!" she declared fiercely.

The King was taken aback it was written all over his face but he held his composure in front of his mate. He knew her ire wasn't directed at him. He glanced at Kurt and Jeff and his blue eyes softened. "He is their son."

"He is like a second son to us," Clarisse pointed out, reaching a hand out for him, the blonde shuffling miserably closer and tucking his wet face into her shoulder. Kurt went with him, the tight grip of their hands never breaking.

Darius removed his crown and set it down on the heavy writing desk he was seated at running a hand over his mouth. "What would you have me do? I cannot force them," he sighed sounded genuinely perplexed.

"Please, Daddy," Kurt piped up, wide blue eyes imploring and sad. "Please, they love each other. They're soulmates so Nick would never hurt him. He's not a bad vampire like all those other ones, Jeff promised. You and mother told me they weren't all bad anyway."

He felt his mother's soothing hand running through his hair and glanced up at her to find her face set as she gazed at her own mate.

"It's time, love."

Darius held her gaze before running it over his son and practically adopted one- whether he liked it or not. He smiled sadly at Kurt's closest friend a significant shift passing through him. Kurt had never seen his father more resolute or resigned.

"I believe it is."

After that point it was decided that Fae would come out of hiding for the good of its people and negotiation requests started to pour in from various races governments. The Lazinder's were eventually convinced to allow Jeff to see Nick with an escort, the fae was more thrilled than he'd ever been even with the entourage he drove up the wall with his antics, and Nick had never been going more out of his mind apparently.

Kurt could hardly believe as he stood in his mother's and father's antechamber once more that the same thing was happening to him, only worse. This time he was the one in tears with no Jeff there to comfort him. This time there wasn't a chance for the King to overrule the decision. This time it was his own father causing him pain.

His mother had noticed his inattention in his lessons. The way he was gazing almost obsessively out of the window, unable to keep still, vibrating with energy. She'd known what it was the moment she saw it and now here they were.

"No! Absolutely not!" Darius declared firmly muscled frame pacing around stubborn and livid, rich cape billowing his every step ominously. Kurt had never felt like shrinking away from his father until this moment.

"Father-"

"They are to leave. Now. I will not have them here any longer!"

"You can't take him away, you can't!" Kurt cried, the hangings and paintings around the room shaking as his magic let loose with his raw emotions. He wiped at his cheeks with shaky hands. "He's mine."

"Then you were mistaken."

Kurt gasped and a crystal vase went crashing to the floor to shatter.

"Darius!" Clarisse scolded coming to her son's side and cradling his head to her body. She had been silent up to this point and Kurt had been wondering if she would even speak at all.

"He's a vampire!" the King argued back looking very distressed.

She eyed him in sympathy. "So is dear Jeffery's mate and he is nothing but a polite, pleasant young vampire."

The King shook his head. "This is different."

Kurt felt ill.

He didn't want Blaine to go away now that he had only just found him. That beautiful, silly, wild haired boy he had spotted from the tree and immediately decided was to be his. The other half of himself he had been dreaming and wanting and waiting for since he was a child.

The vampires were here to bridge the gap between their two races. That's what his father had told him so why was this an awful thing? He just didn't understand. Why was his father doing this to him? Hurting him this way.

"How exactly? We love that trouble making fae just as much as we love our own," his mother continued to argue his case from his side.

"You have no problems with this?" Darius demanded shocked. "That this vampire boy, an Anderson no less, wants to take our son away?"

"Love-"

He shook his head and boomed slashing his hand fiercely through the air, his own magic trembling the very walls, "I will not have it! My son will not be seeing that boy again, ever."

Kurt choked a sob and his heart shattered like glass at the sheer finality in his tone. 'Ever.' He tore away from his mother's grasp and raced from the room barely hearing his parents call after him.

Down corridors he sprinted, vision blurry, steps stumbling until he reached a part of the palace that he didn't often venture because the area was so disused.

The guest rooms.

It was like something in him was pulling him here. Pushing, tugging, forcing. He took a wild guess and knocked shakily on a door that he knew was smaller than a few of the others- one's that wouldn't be offered to the eldest Anderson and his mate.

It seemed like forever before it swung open and by that point Kurt was trembling, biting his lips so hard to keep from making a sound that he thought they'd soon start bleeding. His mind was a mess and he had no clue what he was doing except the knowing feeling that it was necessary.

Blaine was exactly as he remembered him.

Tanned, and golden and beautiful beyond words. He looked like safety and love and everything he'd ever wanted and he ached when he remembered just why he was here.

He couldn't have him.

"P-prince Kurt?" the vampire boy gasped looking vaguely struck dumb for a few seconds before he seemed to notice the state Kurt had worked himself into. "What's wrong?" he demanded checking him over from head to toe.

He wasn't ready when Kurt jumped at him, arms wrapping around his neck, wet face burying into his shoulder. The vampire stumbled back with him, more so from shock than actual weight before his arms banded securely around his waist like they were always meant to be there.

It was insane.

He didn't know this vampire boy but at the same time he didn't want to be anywhere else. The vampire was a balm to his stinging heart and he buried in tighter, deeper, tried to mould them into one being so no one could tear them apart.

His father was wrong. He wasn't mistaken. He just couldn't be.

He heard the door close before the vampire manoeuvred them and a hard surface pressed against his back contrasting heavily against the warm pliable body in front of him. The vampire had a little muscle but nothing overt and he still held on to some of his childhood softness which Kurt liked. Actually Kurt liked Blaine every which way. Hard, soft, fuzzy with orange freckles for all he cared… well maybe not orange, maybe a nice emerald green to compliment his eyes?

He shook his head a little to rid himself of such stupid, meaningless thoughts and instead tried to concentrate on calming down.

He breathed deep and caught in his nose lush forests and a hint of raspberry and was addicted immediately. It reminded him of his favourite woods on the far east side of the palace that led to a little waterfall and he only ever wanted that scent surrounding him from this moment on.

"Prince Kurt?" the vampire probed again softly, a deep but smooth rumble running from his chest and up into his throat. Kurt shivered with the vibrations as he felt Blaine slotting hands between his back and the wall running smooth lines and soothing circles between his shoulder blades as his jaw rubbed at the fae's temple.

Being that the vampire had reached his maturity he was taller by a few inches than Kurt. Technically the vampire was older than him if you measured it on years living but vampires and fae tracked age differently. Vampires took around fifty years to mature and they were the equivalent of a teenager by that point, around thirteen, fourteen. Fae- much like humans but different in all other stages of development within the years set- didn't need that extra time vampires did though they lived just as long.

"How old are you?" Kurt asked in a raspy, tear-filled voice that was barely there.

The vampire seemed taken aback, either by the question or the fact that Kurt had spoken for the first time he didn't know, but Kurt wanted- no needed to know these things. How old he was. What he liked. What he hated. What he dreamed of. Everything and anything and it hurt. Because they didn't have the time with the guillotine his father was holding over their heads and it would be worse now. Now that he knew what it was like to be enfolded in these arms. Cooed to softly. Everything wonderfully new with moves hesitant and sensations heady.

"U-uh, f-fifty four." He was unsure of himself but there was something else in his tone... like frustration.

Kurt opened his soaked lashes and nodded, staring at the glistening tanned skin his nose was pushed into.

"K- Prince Kurt, please tell me what's wrong, I feel so useless."

Kurt pressed his lips together. Oh Stars this hurt. This hurt, this hurt, this hurt. Dragging up what fragments remained of his heart he pushed them into whatever armour he had the strength to erect and started to draw away. He pushed at the vampire's chest head ducked low to keep from meeting those perfect golden eyes that had so entranced him from the first. Blaine refused to let him go however and more frustrated tears fell like torrents.

"I have to go," he cried miserably fisting at the vampires tunic. "I shouldn't be here."

Blaine's hands drew down to his hips and pushed him back so he was flush with the wall once more. Kurt's eyes squeezed shut and he felt warm breathe at his ear. "Stay. Please stay," was whispered desperately.

It only took that one plea and Kurt was powerless to do anything else; his armour rendered rusty and dull in seconds falling apart on its hinges as the feeling that was all Blaine flooded his system until he was drunk on it. They stayed like that for a while in thick silence, the young prince timing his breaths with the vampire's feeling their hearts fly from where they pressed so tightly. Thumbs had come up to gently swipe at his cheeks as the tears fell less and less frequently and nothing was heard but the quiet inhales and exhales.

The vampire drew back finally, not far but kissing distance in front of him instead of pressed against the side of his face and Kurt blinked his eyes open, fingers unclenching slightly from their white knuckled grip on the material at Blaine's shoulders.

Another quiet moment passed between them. Full and charged and something completely, breathtakingly new.

"You're beautiful," the vampire breathed in an awed low voice scanning his every feature and Kurt blushed heavily pink body heating up though he couldn't tear his eyes away from Blaine's when they reconnected. The fae was dozy, almost like he was dreaming or seeing things from underwater or in slow motion. He was pinned to that wall, surrounded by Blaine and he couldn't have moved even if he had wanted to. Never had he felt more in the power of someone else. So, so enthralled and not once was he scared. His heartbeat was pounding furiously in his ears and he embraced it. Welcomed it. Wanted it.

Blaine inched the rest of the distance there was between their faces eyes flickering back and forth between lips like he needed but was unsure just what it was. Just how to take it.

Kurt's lashes had fallen half mast, mouth parted… the first brush of lips was whisper soft. Unsure. Tentative. They gasped simultaneously as sparks flew and Kurt found himself pushing back just as hesitantly as Blaine had initiated but the fluttering in his belly was impossible to resist, as was the tingle where their mouths met and his eyes fell shut. It was electricity. It was passion. It was everything in one simple chaste press. Stars moving, souls aligning. It was cosmic. Something greater than them twining them together for eternity.

Kurt whimpered overwhelmed, clutching at the vampire's shoulders and Blaine answered back with his own, pushing harder until Kurt's head was pressing firmly against the wall instead of resting. Their lips didn't move, wasn't really aware they were supposed to when the overwhelming feeling of rightness swept them away. Nothing was missing. This was perfect.

They broke away eventually for air, nose breathing and kissing not mastered yet, and Kurt's lips were pleasantly, wonderfully numb and puffed up from the constant hard pressure.

"I love you," Blaine breathed, voice raw.

Kurt's world shattered in those three words and his breathing hitched his chest as his eyes snapped open to meet blackened gold that should have been frightening but was instead thrilling. The declaration made his knees weak and the butterflies that were already going crazy exploded in his tummy and made him feel so, so wonderfully dizzy.

"You love me?" he asked softly in glazed disbelief. Quiet as a whisper.

Blaine looked desperate as he crowded impossibly closer, nuzzling his nose into Kurt's tearstained cheek. "I do. I love you. I know it makes no sense but at the same time, it makes all the sense in the world. I love you a thousand times over. Again and again and again and again-"

Kurt's giddy giggle cut him off and the vampire pulled back. The fae's head was spinning.

"You love me," he said again but this time it wasn't a question.

"I do," Blaine nodded urgently, squeezing his waist making Kurt hitch up onto his toes to place them exactly at eye line. "More than anything, I knew it right from that first moment. Y-you're mine, Prince Kurt Gelding, my Chosen One and…" he swallowed and stared at him with absolute sincerity, some fear of rejection. "I've been looking for you forever."

Kurt felt his eyes well up again but for a different reason altogether. "I love you too. Stars, Blaine I do!"

Blaine's face split in the widest most gorgeous smile Kurt had ever seen and the prince was determined in that split second. Blaine Anderson was his, no one was taking him away.

There was a soft knock on the door and both occupants snapped their heads to it.

"Young Master Anderson?" Queen Clarisse addressed softly through the wood and Kurt felt the world spin as he clutched tighter to Blaine. "I would like to talk to my son for a moment if that is alright?"

The vampire looked to him but Kurt couldn't find the words. How could he tell his soulmate that they were forbidden to see one another? How could he kill that happy spark in his eyes that lit up his face?

"B-Blaine I-"

The young fae cut off when the door was pushed open and his mother walked in. The Queen eyed between them with widened eyes and gave a startled laugh. "I knew you would take to your bond quickly little prince but you continue to shock me. Honestly I haven't seen a bond this strong this fast in all my years," she declared with a little bit of awe.

Kurt swallowed. "So does this mean we can be together?" he asked in a small voice because even with all his internal fire he still was just a boy who wanted his parents support and approval for such a momentous milestone in his life.

The vampire growled and tugged him into his chest suddenly eyeing his mother a whole lot more hostilely. "We are together," he stated firmly. Defiantly.

"Well aren't you something," Clarisse murmured hand on her hip as she looked him over and Kurt blushed like a beet at being so claimed and liking it.

"He's my soulmate and I'm not letting him go mother. I can't," he said, voice breaking on the last word and the beautiful fae woman softened when she looked at him.

"Little one, your father did not mean what he said. He was just… surprised. I'm not too sure if he was ever ready for either of his children to find their mates and you're so young… he shall come around," she assured then turned back to Blaine. "And on behalf of our family, I Queen Clarisse Gelding, would like to formally acknowledge and welcome you, Blaine Anderson as one of ours."

---

Kurt blinked his eyes open completely used to the memories by now and the disorientation that came with them. Knowing they weren't dreams definitely helped. He wasn't spending hours trying to rationalise feelings or pine over delusions and though not every memory was pleasant he loved getting back pieces of himself. His and Blaine's past. Even his family.

He thought back to his fae father's reaction to Blaine being his soulmate and couldn't help but find parallel's with his dad in this life. Hot headed and overprotective. Kurt tried to picture Burt's reaction when he told him about Blaine being a vampire and imagined it going a lot like that. Hell, just telling his dad about Blaine being his boyfriend was hard enough though Burt was understanding and supportive in the end. He was prepared somewhat for it though. What he wasn't prepared for was something out of Twilight and that's when he'd lose his cool, just like Darius did. Kurt worried his lip for a while? Would he forbid him from seeing Blaine as well when he knew the truth?

An image of Blaine, so young came to the forefront of his mind and he had to smile as he took a moment to appreciate the differences like he never had done before. He was gorgeous of course. A little rounder in the face, eyes a lighter shade of gold- or maybe that was just the innocence held there, the lack of troubles? Either way Blaine looked bright and passionate. He was like the sun. And Kurt had caught many glimpses of that same spark in this lifetime behind all the sadness. Behind the eclipse that had settled over him and Kurt was determined to see him burn that bright again.

He let his mind settle back into itself for a moment or two before proper coherent thoughts outside of his memories could break through again.

Leon.

He scrambled for his phone and cursed when he saw it was already one in the afternoon. He found Blaine's name and hit dial.

"Hey, sleepyhead."

"How is everyone?" he asked panicked. Leon had to be okay now right?

"Fine."

Kurt frowned rubbing at his gritty eyes. "Informative. Thank you."

"Get your bum downstairs, beautiful."

"What? Blaine I'm being serious, how's Leon and Tristan? What did Doc Carlos say? Are you still outside?"

"You know we have a date today. I don't know whether to be offended that you forgot or flattered because you only slept this long because you were talking to me on the phone last night," Blaine carried on as if he hadn't heard at all and what the hell was he talking about?!

He pulled the phone away from his ear to check he'd called the right person before putting it back to his ear. "Are you on drugs?"

"See you in a few minutes then. Love you!"

The connection cut and Kurt pulled it away from his ear again and gaped at the screen. A picture of him and Blaine kissing in the backseat of Nick's car that Jeff had taken and sent to him the day of their grocery trip. Shuffling out of bed still feeling tired but better than yesterday he stopped off at the bathroom to brush his teeth and splash some water on his face before heading downstairs completely confused.

It vanished instantly when he saw the fresh face of his boyfriend sitting on the couch playing video games with Finn. He was dressed in a comfy looking red sweater over a white shirt and black tie. He had black fitted chino's on, of course rolled up at the cuffs, and oxfords. Kurt noticed immediately that his hair was gelled down properly again and felt a touch of disappointment even when he knew the style really did suit his boyfriend. Golden eyes lifted over to him as soon as he hit the bottom step and the fae shifted with the desire to rush over to him and run back upstairs to take a shower and dress.

He must look a state!

"Look who finally decided to join the land of the living," Burt jibed from where he was completing a puzzle with Carole that she had no doubt coerced him into. Today was both his and Carole's last day off before they had to go back to work.

"You're not dressed for your date honey?" Carole asked glancing over to him. "Blaine's been waiting for about an hour down here."

Date. Right.

He met Blaine's amused gaze. "Uh, my alarm didn't go off?"

"Well hurry up and you can still do something before you head back to Dalton to have dinner with your friends hmm?" she suggested with a kind smile. "You're still doing that right? If not I can make you and Blaine a plate up…"

"Oh no we are," Kurt reassured completely forgetting they'd planned that with all the chaos of late. It had been a hard sell to his dad of course but they'd gotten there in the end as long as he was back at a reasonable time.

"Dude, you're not even looking, I've killed you like five times!" Finn laughed and Blaine glanced at the screen where his character was getting blown up.

"Right I'll just," he pointed over his shoulder and turned back around making sure to give Blaine one last lingering look which gained him a bright smile. Kurt scowled.

He was sooo gonna pay for making him look like an idiot.

---

Blaine was in such trouble he thought when he caught that sparkle of mischief in his Chosen's beautiful eyes.

And okay, he may have found it amusing how cute Kurt was when he was confused and sleepily bedraggled but it wasn't like he could help it! It was Kurt's fault he was so adorable.

As for the story he'd spun? Well he was sitting surrounded by Kurt's family and he'd been bored of waiting outside for Kurt to wake up after he'd headed to a nearby motel to wash and change quickly, allowing Thad and David to get going after he was back. Blaine was dreading mentioning to Kurt that the reason he'd had Thad and David over in the first place was so they could wire and hook Kurt's house up to the complex's security.

He should have thought of it a month ago but he was glad it was done now no matter how fervently Kurt might protest.

The vampires finished in more than enough time and headed back and Blaine didn't want to disturb Kurt so he had simply arrived for their 'date' and hung out with his Chosen's family for an hour or so. Blaine liked them and they were so welcoming that he felt like he could. He could sit there and talk and join in without Kurt being there to hold his hand or insert him into conversations and that meant a hell of a lot to Blaine that acceptance.

Blaine ran Finn's character over with a car absently while he kept stealing glances at the staircase, listening to the sounds of Kurt getting ready upstairs. The creak of pipes, the drum of water, pads of footsteps all over Kurt's room as he flitted about. Around half an hour later- a record for Kurt- he descended the staircase and Blaine choked on his own tongue.

Boot's laced to the knee, legs cased in tight berry that Blaine had the immediate urge to lick off, but the real twitch to his cock was the off the shoulder flowing top. It was deep blue setting off his skin and bringing out his eyes, layered and staggered with long sleeves, a scooped neckline falling longer on one side completely revealing the perfect dip of Kurt's collar bone and slope of his neck. It was a fucking offering that's what it was and the tiny smirk of pretty pink lips said that he knew it too.

Kurt span on the step.

"Like?"

Carole beamed. "That looks amazing, Kurt!"

Finn glanced fleetingly. "Yeah cool dude."

"Bit cold for something like that aint it?" Burt grumbled staring at the exposed skin like a father would judge the length of a daughter's skirt. He glanced over to Blaine who couldn't for the life of him hide just how fucking much he loved that top and looked even unhappier.

Kurt preened and Blaine put aside his controller and got up from his seat to walk over to him… okay maybe he stalked eyes zeroed in on Kurt's pulse point but those were just semantics. His fangs throbbed and threatened to fall lower but Blaine couldn't help the reaction, he hadn't fed at all yesterday and he'd gotten used to the every day feedings not even because he was hungry, but because Kurt was addictive.

"We'll be inside and it's got sleeves," Kurt told his dad but his eyes stayed on Blaine.

"It's got a hole in it," the man grouched clutching a corner piece hard enough that it bent.

Kurt ignored him and instead sent a dazzling come hither smile at Blaine that made the vampire want to grab him under the ass and push him against the nearest surface. Fuck it, he'd just take him on the stairs screw the audience.

Kurt stepped down fully and leant in for a quick brush of lips before pulling away. Blaine felt like throwing a tantrum at the feathered kiss. He was unfairly turned on right now and he hadn't even got to touch yet.

"We're going now," his Chosen told the room.

"Remember your curfew."

"Yes dad."

Blaine placed a possessive hand over the swell of Kurt's ass and pushed him out of the room almost forcefully with his eagerness calling a goodbye over his shoulder.

"Was that really necessary?" he growled into his Chosen's ear from behind. He felt Kurt shiver and he couldn't help the hand that snaked from lower back underneath the soft flowing fabric and flattened against Kurt's toned stomach palm pressed against his piercing and pulling his ass back into the cradle of Blaine's hips. Blaine was hard as rock of course and Kurt's gasp said he knew.

Kurt rocked back and Blaine almost lost it, fingers tightening on Kurt's flesh while the other moved to cup his hip. His fae tipped his head back and whispered against his cheek hotly, "Shouldn't play with fire sweetie."

Blaine growled and rutted his hips harder turning his hand downwards so the heel was pressing down just over Kurt's pelvis. The fae whined a little at the teasing pressure. "Neither should you."

"W-we have to go," Kurt said breathily and Blaine scowled but let go altogether. If he tried to do it in increments he'd never get it done. Trying to clear the lusty fog in his mind he slipped on his coat and held the door open for Kurt welcoming the chill from outside as he tried to calm his libido.

Soon they were in Blaine's SUV with calmer heads and bodies on their way back to Dalton once more.

"So how is everyone really?" Kurt asked adjusting the heater.

"Leon's getting better and better. He had a rough night. A fever set in but Tristan was there with him and it seemed to be breaking when I last spoke to Nick a few hours ago."

Kurt sighed out and Blaine grabbed his hand. "I'm really proud of you, beautiful." He caught the fae's wild blush and grinned widely. "So modest."

"I had no idea what I was doing," Kurt admitted quietly. "I was pretty much terrified but I looked at Tristan and I just... I thought of you, Blaine. About what you had to go through when you lost me and I just couldn't let that happen. I don't think anyone but you could have pulled through that. You're just, so incredible, sweetie. So strong and you make me strong too. I couldn't have done that without you."

Blaine was tense as he listened Kurt sing his praises when he knew it wasn't true. He wasn't strong. He'd almost given in after all and Kurt had saved him. Kurt always saved him.

"It wasn't pulling through until you came back. I was just existing," he admitted roughly and it felt like gravel coming out.

There was a silence that Blaine knew Kurt was leaving for him to say more but the words wouldn't come and the disappointment he felt welling in his Chosen only made them stick harder to the walls of his throat clogging up his airway.

"I had Thad and David install alarms and camera's around your house," he said instead after a while.

Kurt was silent for a while and Blaine was tensing for an explosion that never came. He glanced over and saw Kurt staring thoughtfully out of the window brows drawn.

"My dad won't find them?" he asked turning his head to face him and Blaine shook his head darting cursory glances back at the road. The leather squeaked and then he felt soft lips against his cheek that made his stomach buzz pleasantly. "Thank you."

"I thought you'd be mad."

Kurt gave him a half smile that was self deprecating. "Last night kind of gave me a new perspective on things. I still want to keep a little freedom, Blaine. I don't want to be locked away and you can't expect to save me from everything no matter how hard you try. But it makes me feel safer. Makes me feel happier that my dad, Carole and Finn are safer as well just in case and I love you for caring so much. For loving me so much."

Blaine blew out a relieved breath feeling the words seep into his skin and settle warmth there. He didn't mention that when things did get worse Kurt had no choice about being locked up where Blaine could see him at all times but that was a fight for a different day.

He grabbed Kurt's hand and kissed it. "Anything for you."

They arrived sometime later and the walk inside was decidedly less rushed this time around. They made their way towards the rooms and headed for Leon's where he had been moved to and spotted a familiar head of blonde hair walking away from that direction.

"Evelyn," Blaine smiled at her.

She glanced up surprised and smiled wide a dimple in her right cheek. "Master Blaine," she greeted tipping her head and then turned the smile on Kurt without any change in expression. "Master Kurt. How are you both today?"

"We're good. How are you?"

"Maybe a little weary from so many feedings but I can't complain, Master Leon is doing much better after all and I am glad to have helped," she expressed sincerely.

"Is that where you're coming from?" Kurt asked.

She nodded. "He is sleeping now but Master Tristan is awake if you were planning on visiting?"

"We were. Thank you Evelyn," Blaine smiled at her. She bowed her head again and hurried off and Kurt was bemused at her behaviour it was clear. No one else he had met here talked like her or acted that way.

"She's almost painfully polite," Kurt commented. Blaine looked to him. "Not that it's a bad thing. She's clearly a sweetheart but it's a little strange."

Blaine tugged them into moving again.

"She's a twin and an Omega werewolf which means she's the bottom in the pack pecking order. She's used to showing everyone around her the utmost respect and getting almost none from her pack in return," Blaine explained.

Kurt frowned. "That's horrible."

"That's werewolves," Blaine corrected. "Some are fighting for better Omega rights but it hasn't happened as of yet. Their still ridiculed and seen as weak and used as glorified servants almost. It's why a lot are Giver's. They get the respect and courtesy they miss from their packs in that position. It makes life more bearable I imagine."

"But she's so nice, who in their right mind would want to be horrible to her," Kurt asked appalled.

Blaine squeezed his hand. "It's just the way things are beautiful. We don't allow discrimination like that here where we can see it but I'm sure it still goes on. We can't interfere with the packs though unfortunately. It's not our place."

The subject was left when they arrived at the door and Blaine knocked softly.

It was opened by a tired looking Tristan a few moments later. He had dark circles under haunted looking eyes that contrasted starkly with his pale skin, his hair was scraped back with a headband harshly like he'd just shoved it out of the way and was wearing too big clothes presumably Leon's.

There were two people recovering in here.

---

He had yelled until he was hoarse in those first moments where his vocal chords felt somewhat functional, cried he was sure until he felt dried up and incapable of any other human function. There was no position that was comfortable, no drug that brought even the tiniest relief as his heart pumped acrid acid through his veins, burning from the inside out until there was nothing left of what he once was.

He called for Tristan. In the haze between awake and unconscious he called over and over for his Chosen in stilted English and chopped Italian. And all the while flayed skin met the tip of a knife, a whip tearing the flesh, ripping the muscles underneath leaving no part of him untouched by that invisible excruciating tormenter.

Over and over it would continue and the hours passed in a blur of faces and blinding pain and there was but one light in the darkness that he tried desperately to hold on to. A distant voice in his head pleading with him to stay, to fight and Leon tried until he couldn't comprehend what he was doing anymore. Until fight didn't make sense and he was fading out with the only thing that made sense anymore the last thing on his mind, in his heart.

Tristan.

And then he was swimming back to the surface helped by a warmth flooding his system chasing away the burning pain that had so debilitated him. Blood touched his tongue and his broken body craved for something else. Someone else. He tugged on his side of their bond as if that would pull what he needed closer by willpower alone but it seemed to work as soon after ecstasy hit his throat. He dug in harder on instinct and felt soothed after hours of relentless pain.

Darkness came again after that, only this time it played tricks on his mind. He was finally able to open his eyes but what he was seeing couldn't be real. Illusions and half formed nightmares dredged up from the corners of his mind. They scared him. Terrified him because they were always centred around his love. What if's and could happen's. There was death and pain and loneliness and Leon just wanted it to stop as he tossed and turned sweat drenched in familiar sheets.

He was there however.

He held him through the worst, comforted and cared for him offering him a haven to go to after it got to be too much. He was love and blood and kindness through those blurry nonsensical hours as his body fought off the rest of what had infected his system.

The fever broke and Leon was finally able to rest.

When he woke up with his senses unimpaired but body feeling like it had been battered and bruised beyond anything he had ever felt he looked for only one thing in the dark room. Next to him on the same pillow with a damp compress between loose fingers resting on his chest was his beautiful Tristan asleep. Leon's stinging eyes blinked slowly as he took in every detail of that well loved face. All the angles he worshipped, all the nuances he adored.

He didn't like the changes.

The deep purple circles marring the perfect ivory of his skin under his eyes. The tears that had stained his cheeks and matted his lashes. The ravaged bottom lip he had been worrying on until he'd bitten it down so far it took more than an hour to heal itself.

Tristan was sadness.

His lovely cupid bow mouth was downturned even in sleep, his brow furrowed with a line of stress between them Leon wanted to kiss away. It reminded him of darker times. Times they had moved past now. Leon had watched Tristan grow in the sunlight, blossom over the years; he never wanted to see him wilt. He never wanted to be the cause of why such an exquisite creature as he would hide himself away again.

He was as weak as a newborn babe but he wanted to be closer than the arm resting on his chest, close enough to smell the jasmine that hid under all the layers of art supplies that clung over the top. He tried to shift and felt a sharp pull in his lower abdomen and hissed a breath out as he stopped short.

Merda.

It all came rushing back. The stupido redneck. The knife. The poison.

"Leon?"

He turned his head to see Tristan wide awake now, midnight eyes wide and filled with so much hope and pain that Leon felt his heart clench harshly.

"Tesoro," he sighed back voice scratchy because it was really hitting him now just how much he'd almost lost and his life wasn't the top of that list.

Tristan made a strangled sound in the back of his throat and his face crumpled right before his very eyes before he ducked his head throwing the compress off the bed blindly. That wasn't like him at all. Tristan was insanely neat and organised and it showed just how affected he was that he was doing things so out of character. Leon tried to cup his cheek but his hands were sluggish and clumsy. Tristan grabbed his hand with both of his and held it to his soft skin desperately; eyes closed but hot tears still leaking over the Italian's fingers.

"You were almost gone. Just like them," Tristan choked out on a whisper and Leon tried to coax him closer hushing and cooing to him like he used to when he was still a child.

"Tesoro. My bello, bello fiore have I not told you I will not leave you?"

Tristan swallowed and opened his eyes a quiet fire burning there dropping his hold on Leon's hand so it fell to Tristan's shoulder. "But you almost did! You nearly died, Leon," he hissed out. "Stupid, stupid vampire!" he cursed at him punctuating each word with a sob and a weak hit to his shoulder. Even angry as the seven hells he was still unendingly careful with him. And stunning. Oh so stunning with inner flames lighting his eyes and drying the wet sorrow held there previously.

Leon let him get it out only cupping his neck and rubbing his thumb along the sensitive skin under his ear. He always encouraged Tristan to be open with him, with his emotions and hated when he locked them up like was the younger's first instinct to.

When he was finished their eyes met for a charged second before Tristan was leaning down and capturing his lips in a frantic needy kiss that was all burning emotion. All that fire inside scorching Leon's lips, but it only made him want more heedless of any danger to his health. Leon relished kisses from Tristan. Savoured and treasured them as the rare gems they were not because they were infrequent, but because they were special. Leon spent his days holding himself back from that mouth and he never resented Tristan for it. In fact he never was one for flaunting or heavy displays in the first place, preferring the quiet privacy to explore his lover to his hearts content for however long Tristan would let him draw it out. It would be nice to not have to hide it however he thinks for the thousandth time.

There was a difference in his mind between hiding and discretion.

A thought struck. Was there anything to hide now? He knew that if it was Tristan in his position he wouldn't have been able to control himself. It would have been clear as the moon in the sky on a cloudless night that it was a Chosen bond that was between them. Confirmed once and for all.

Tristan pulled back seeming to notice his inattention. "Are you okay? Are you hurting?" he asked lips a little swollen now instead of mauled and a plush red that put roses to shame. Leon stared at that succulent mouth and felt like smacking himself in the head to restart his system. How could he not be paying full attention when Tristan, Tristan, is kissing him?!

Cristo. He plans to rectify this immediately.

"Help me turn?" he requests wanting more leverage.

Tristan shakes his head laying a hand ever so gently over the dull ache in his left side. "You'll aggravate your wound. Carlos said you have to stay flat until its properly knitted back together."

Leon sighed very put upon then stretched his arm out in a clear invitation not giving up. No words are exchanged and none are needed as Tristan settles his head down next to Leon's so their facing, Leon's arm curling along his neck and around so he can loosely play at Tristan's hair because it sooths his Chosen almost as much as doing it himself. The rest of Tristan's body conforms to his curling into him, noticeably careful of his side but soon enough they're sharing air and he can see the exact shade of dark, dark blue Tristan's eyes are and then Tristan's hand is inching up his chest and neck until its in its rightful spot in his hair and it feels wonderful.

They soak in that for while. Letting their hearts sync up as well as their breathing until Tristan is talking in his usual soft tone and it sounds like soft velvet. Leon loves that he's soft spoken, that he doesn't shout and holler and exaggerate things when there's no need. Leon can catch every tiny nuance in his voice, every subtle expression in his face and hands. Tristan is like a sculpture sometimes. Breathtaking and telling a story even when he isn't even moving.

"Everyone knows."

It's confirmed for him and Tristan sounds devastatingly worried. Leon frowns slightly and tugs gently at a strand of red. "Why is this such a bad thing, tesoro? It changes nothing."

The hard swallow tells a different story. He knows Tristan doesn't like it, its why they never told anyone in the first place of course but now that its done Leon needs to make him comfortable again. Needs to.

"Tell me," he requests coaxingly.

And Tristan does. He tells him everything that happened from when he was stabbed, that they have the male in a cell, about when Kurt healed him. Cristo. He tells him that he outted them to everyone in the coven and he tells him that he's sorry.

That sorry almost breaks him.

Leon shakes his head cupping the back of Tristan easily with one hand. "Don't apologise, I do not mind, you know I don't and it doesn't change anything between us. The way we are si?"

"It will be different though," Tristan whispers sadly.

Leon smiles reassuringly. "Only because I'll be able to hold your hand and kiss your pretty mouth in public."

He pecks his lips stretching his neck. Tristan quirks a half smile when he pulls away, twirling bits of hair around his slender fingers expertly.

"And I'll get to call you mine," Leon adds softly and Tristan hitches a breath.

"I am yours. I have been since the moment we met."

Leon never tires of hearing that. It never fails to satisfy his soul. "I know," he smiles charmingly. "Ti amo con tutta l'anima."

Tristan flushes happily and returns a simple, "I love you too," back but it's the way he says it. Such meaning behind it that Leon is filled with such light and intensity it's hard to lay still. But he does because he has too but mainly because Tristan needs him too. He needs him to be still for him right now he can tell and so Leon will be a statue if necessary. And slowly the tension eases out completely and Tristan is a relaxed graceful mess of limbs beside him with drooping lids that Leon gently traces over just to see them flutter. He leans in and kisses Tristan soft and sure, a languid meeting of mouths.

He knows Tristan will take a while to get over this and there is still a lot to talk about but his mate is so much stronger than he gives himself credit for.

They fall asleep eventually hands tangled in hair, mouths still faintly pressed together.

---

The visit to Tristan had been short after seeing how exhausted the vampire was.

Tristan had thanked him over and over however. He'd hugged him even and Kurt could only hold him back tightly trying to convey that it would be fine.

The sooner Leon was back to himself again the better Kurt would feel.

They left the rooms that were so obviously shared in the artwork that was all Tristan's on every available wall, the sparse furniture with an absence of much technology at all. There was a mahogany bookcase that was filled and a black chaise in the corner, an Italian leather couch of course. Cushions and throws and rugs were scattered around and it was all so simplistically tasteful and suited that Kurt had to smile.

On the way up to the Wes's office they run across Jeff who instantly decided that today was a day for more magic lessons. Outside. Blaine outright refused at first but then with much coaxing he was convinced if they stayed on Dalton school grounds and didn't stray. Kurt lightened with the prospect of fresh air.

It was mainly theory and going through the huge spell book Jeff had gifted him with seeing as Kurt was still on stand down from all things magical for a while and though Kurt wanted to get on with it he understood that he shouldn't push himself past his limits for no good reason other than his impatience.

It was nice to get outside for once though.

The ground was covered in a thin layer of snow and the trees were bare of leaves but it was still pretty in its own way and Kurt loved being out here surrounded by nature. Being underground for so long and only able to go outside for short bursts had grated on him without him even knowing it. So this was heavenly and Jeff clearly agreed. He looked lit up out here and Kurt wondered if he mirrored his friend.

There were things that were weighing on his mind however as he tried to enjoy. Things only his best friend could answer for him.

"How would I contact my family?" he asked from his spot under a tree.

Jeff grinned at him then flicked his cold nose causing him to squeak and duck away with a playful scowl. "Uhh their called cell phones dummy."

Kurt rolled his eyes but his brows were drawing low with seriousness. "No I mean my other family."

There was a pause where Jeff just stared at him.

"There are ways," Jeff said slowly assessing him. "Are you sure about this, Kurt? No one's going to force you and if they tried then I'd send Nick to kick their ass."

Pretty sure Blaine would have that covered.

Kurt smiled weakly and clasped their hands together urging them to start walking. He needed to work out the nervous energy this subject created. "I want to do it. I'm ready, but I have no idea how to go about it. Like do I just show up like 'hi, guess what? I'm alive!'?"

Jeff began to swing the hands absently as he thought. "Visiting isn't really an option at this point seeing as they sealed the borders again after your death. They'd have to come to us."

"But how could we do that?"

"You have a large garnet stone somewhere. It's one of a pair that's spelled to be able to communicate back and forth. They were gifts from your sister so you could keep in contact when you moved away to live with, Blaine. He's probably forgotten about it seeing as you hardly ever used it preferring to actually visit instead. You'll have to ask him where he moved it too but if they've still got it then you could use that."

"How do the council communicate with them?"

"Same thing I'd assume, though it depends if they've still got that one as well," Jeff shrugged looking a little troubled. Kurt could guess at what.

"You have one don't you."

Jeff glanced at him, jade eyes sad before lowering his gaze to the snow crunching under their boots. "They haven't listened in a hundred years, Kurt."

The fae prince squeezed their hands together. "They're fools."

Jeff mustered up a smile then sighed it out shaking his head. "It's not like it matters yeah? I've got by just fine without them."

Kurt knew he was fronting it out but didn't comment sensing his friend didn't want to discuss it any further. It made him think of Blaine though. The way he avoided and evaded things.

They walked some more before separating and exploring around the grounds just chatting about nothing in particular. It was nice but thoughts of Blaine now started wouldn't leave him alone and he was back to thinking about the plan he'd began to form the day of Cooper's arrival.

"Would it be possible to see someone else's memories, like you know how I get mine?" Kurt asked running his hand over a bush that was some of the only greenery left.

Jeff looked up breeze ruffling his fringe. "Why?"

Kurt tried for nonchalance and shrugged continuing to walk a little ways. "I was just curious."

He could feel shrewd jade eyes regarding him and prayed he gave nothing away. "Well yes I suppose. I've never heard of anyone actually doing it but it's entirely plausible. I haven't even made it all the way through that spell book, it might be in there."

Kurt tried to still his racing heart and the urge to run off and grab the book that was propped against the tree right now.

"It would be dangerous though," Jeff added and Kurt turned to face him once more. "Spells that would essentially be on the mind are incredibly dangerous especially when you're inexperienced."

"To me or h-them?" he winced at his own slip up.

"Kurt, don't," Jeff begged striding over to him and grabbing his gloved hand tightly. "Whatever it is you're planning just please don't."

Kurt shifted his gaze down to the snow under their boots. "Fine. It was stupid anyway."

Jeff sighed out long and loud. "Good. Now let's enjoy until our mates come and drag us back underground. I wanna make snow angels!"

He laughed and followed the hyper blonde but Kurt's mind wouldn't leave it alone and more than once his gaze returned to that book.

---

Hummel Household

The tension throughout the coven was still taught but as new security measures were thought up and implemented with the passing days- Thad working overtime on trying to create a working system as well as finding out what had happened with the old one- and with Leon only getting stronger, the coven started to ease a little.

New Years was coming up and though there wasn't any set plans for what exactly they were doing it was still a nice prospect amongst the drama.

He was back home again after an afternoon out with Blaine, Zach, Adam, Nick and Jeff at the Lima Bean. It had been relaxing and easy as they all laughed and joked around all wanting to grasp the happy moments while they could. Adam was far too cute for his own good of course with his shy, polite manners and Zach was doting on him with all his exuberant energy. Jeff fed off of it cooing over everyone and Kurt couldn't help but join in and soon enough Blaine and Nick were sucked into the madness as well. They drank far too much coffee and ate far too many pastries and maybe annoyed a lot of the other customers and it ended far too soon Kurt having to get back as he'd promised to help his dad in the garage.

He'd had a great time there actually. It was actually nice to get his hands dirty again, the motions of it blocking out any niggling problems and just allowing him to spend some quality time with his dad. He complained a lot but Kurt actually didn't mind working on cars. This was somewhere he could really bond with his father, where they could see things completely eye to eye on the same page. The normalcy of it seemed almost novelty.

He'd cooked dinner for everyone once they got home before retreating to his room to phone Blaine. Now the security was set up Kurt had managed to persuade Blaine not to send their friends or spend all his nights outside the Hummel home. He didn't know how long his boyfriend would hold out but it seemed to be working for now. It was frustrating because Kurt wanted Blaine around all the time just not in the capacity of a watchdog.

"I miss you," Kurt pouted down the phone, laying sprawled on his bed in a pair of loose sleep pants. This was the fourth night without Blaine and Kurt was feeling the effects. It was making him unbearably clingy and anxious but he couldn't help himself.

It made him feel a little guilty too.

He loved spending time with his family but there was this huge part of him that couldn't stand being away from Blaine for longer than a few hours. The same part that wished this break was over and he was back at Dalton already.

"Hmm really because I'm kind of glad of the break," Blaine teased playfully and Kurt huffed indignantly.

"Fine then. I'll just call someone who will appreciate me properly. I'm sure Tom will be glad to answer my call."

He almost gagged saying the annoying teenager/stalkers name after the horrible affair with their project but Blaine growled expectedly and that was the reaction Kurt was going for. "Don't you dare, imp."

Kurt grinned smugly propping his legs up and letting his knees fall together a few times. "What's wrong, Blaine. I'm doing you a favour after all."

"You're not funny."

"Says you," Kurt sang. "Tom thinks I'm-"

"Kurt," Blaine warned.

Kurt giggled and answered in the same tone. "Blaine."

"If I tell you I really, really, really miss you will you stop?" the vampire whined.

Kurt pretended to think about it. "Is it the truth?"

"Beautiful I'm in your dorm room right now in your bed cuddling your Daisy Duck soft toy. I think it's safe to say I miss you," Blaine admitted to him frankly.

Kurt cooed. "You're so adorable."

"Sexy."

"Cute."

"Hot."

"Nope," Kurt shook his head adamantly.

"What if I tell you that I spent the rest of the day after you left thinking about your mouth around my cock?"

Kurt lost all the air in his lungs at the abrupt change from light-hearted to outright dirty. He cast a look towards the door like somehow someone else would have heard it.

"Blaine," Kurt said weakly but his mind was already casting back to Christmas morning and his cheeks were flushing and his own length was filling at the mere suggestion.

"You're amazing at it you know. Take it so fucking well beautiful, always did," Blaine carried on relentless and it was like a speeding train.

"We're not… we can't do… we're not having phone sex, Blaine," he whispered harshly though his body was clearly of a different opinion. He rubbed his knees together agitatedly and tried to ignore the slight friction it caused on his growing erection.

"Why not? I miss you, I just wanna make you feel good, my love," Blaine purred lowly and that tone was hitting all the right spots. He stared at the ceiling trying to get a hold of himself.

"Blaine, I can't," he whispered even though his body was begging for it by this point. He missed his vampire and his hormones were going crazy after days of nothing but making out to satisfy it.

"I think you can. I think you want to. Want me to help get you off with just my voice telling you all the filthy things I want to do to you? I think about them all the time my love. I'm always so hard for you. When we're in class I just want to climb under the desk and mouth at your cock. When we're driving I just want to pull over and throw you in the backseat and strip you, bite into your neck because I know it turns you on, makes you such a needy little thing-"

"Oh stars!" he groaned shifting his hips upwards as each scenario played through his mind shattering his resolve and inhibitions. Scrambling he pushed the material of his pants and boxers down until there was nothing but air on his weeping erection.

He heard an echoing moan from Blaine. "That's it beautiful, now take everything off."

Kurt hummed and shifted his legs on the bed restlessly. "I already have," he admitted breathily pawing at his own thigh.

"Shit," Blaine cursed. "You're so hot."

"I want you, Blaine. I want you here."

He regrets sending Blaine away. God does he right now.

"I wanna be there too, looking at you all spread out for me," Blaine growled the sound sending shocks through Kurt, little bursts of desire that exploded in his blood stream saturating it until he couldn't see past the want, want, want. "You're so sexy, beautiful. Makes me lose my mind."

"Tell me what to do," he requests eyes half mast and dazed. "Like you were really here."

"Play with your nipples for me," came the sultry command.

His first touch was tentative and light the flush half from how turned on he was an half from embarrassment. Despite Blaine's words to the contrary Kurt didn't rightly know how to be sexy. He definitely wasn't conventionally sexy that was for sure. It was different when Blaine was right there with him, guiding him through it, making him feel confident enough to try things, say things he would never have dreamed of. He thought back to all the times he'd teased Blaine. He fell into that role as naturally as breathing but now that he was searching for that instinct it seemed frustratingly out of reach, just like Blaine was.

Kurt knew it had something to do with their bond.

The biggest most noticeable difference was that the bond stripped away the uncertainty. Made the vulnerability something to share rather than fear but Blaine was miles away and he'd already noticed it made him a little anxious.

"Kurt. Beautiful, relax for me. I love you so much pretty prince," his boyfriend cooed soothingly over the line. Kurt closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He thumbed at his nipple harder and sucked in a sharp inhale as the feeling went straight to his cock.

"There you go," Blaine purred approvingly. "Keep playing beautiful till they're all red and swollen."

Kurt pulled a little harder at his left rolling it between finger and thumb, pinching in turns, teasing himself with circles around the other. It wasn't the same as Blaine's fingers or mouth but there was something undeniably hot about taking orders from Blaine. Working himself up for his vampire. The only thing he could imagine that would make this better was if Blaine could actually see him doing it. "Hmm, Blaine," Kurt sighed in pleasure, arching his back.

"You're so freaking responsive, bet you're so hard for me right now aren't you?"

"Y-yeah," Kurt acknowledged looking down at his weeping erection resting on his stomach then asked shyly. "Are you?"

He heard Blaine huff a laugh then reply darkly, "Oh you have no idea. Now I want you to stroke yourself nice and slow imagining that it's my hand on you."

Kurt bit his lip as he followed the instruction trailing a hand down his torso slowly until he could take himself in hand. He groaned at the touch and went top to bottom teasingly soaking in every sensation as he spread his legs wider on the bed. He stroked a few more times listening to the encouraging moans on the other end of the line.

"Blaine are, uh, are you doing it too?" he asked around his soft cries of pleasure.

"Mmhm, the noises you made got me all hot beautiful. C-can't help myself."

Kurt bit his lip picturing Blaine's gorgeous naked body spread out in his sheets stroking himself and felt like he was gonna lose it as he sped up his hand on his own cock. "I'm close, Blaine," he breathed feeling the tightening in his balls and stomach. It was almost embarrassing how quick but it had seemed like forever since he'd last come and his body was just so needy right now.

"Hold up my love, I wanna try something. You wanna try something for me?" he panted obviously getting close himself.

"I wanna try everything with you," Kurt admitted and Blaine groaned louder than ever.

"Fuck. There's a bottle of lube in your top drawer. Spread some on your fingers."

Kurt took a moment to realise that Blaine had obviously put it there and just why and flushed at the image that entered his mind as his hole clenched reflexively. He shook his head frantically still on the edge. "I w-want you to do it. Want you to, stars, be the first person to touch there."

Blaine choked down the line. "Fuck, Kurt I'm so close. I wanna fill you up my love. Wanna fill you up with my fingers, get you all open and waiting for me. Wanna make you feel sooo good beautiful that you'll never want me to get out again."

The fae could picture it clear as if it was actually happening. Blaine opening him up lovingly, thick fingers driving into him, stretching him out and getting him ready for Blaine to sink every thick inch inside. Make love to him for the first time.

"Stars, get in me Blaine, please," Kurt babbled out hand flying over his length lost in his own head, hand tightening on the pillow as the release he was chasing got closer and closer. He clutched at his own hair desperately.

"You take me so well beautiful, uh, so tight."

The illusion that Blaine was actually inside him, making love to him, tipped him over the edge. The burn in his stomach bubbled over and lightning raced through his bloodstream as he cried out Blaine's name, toes curling, back unable to arch any further as he fucked up into his own hand.

He heard Blaine swear and groan long and loud in his ear letting the fae know he'd peaked as well and it drew his own orgasm out impossibly until he felt sure he was going to pass out with the feeling. He whined helplessly but Blaine was relentless even across the miles that separated them.

"C'mon beautiful," he panted. "Ungh, k-keep going with me."

Kurt felt the last strings of come paint his hand and stomach and dropped down a sweating, sticky mess of useless limbs unable to really comprehend what just happened. His and Blaine's laboured breathing was the only thing penetrating the blissful silence, the phone hot against his ear, release messy on his skin.

Kurt couldn't have been happier.

Kurt cleaned up as best he could but still felt too sensitive to pull any clothes back on so slipped under the sheets naked curling up on his side and putting the phone back to his ear.

"Blaine?" he asked shyly.

"I think I'm dead," his boyfriend said dazedly.

Kurt bit his lip and blushed. "I can't believe we just did that."

"Are you blushing?" the vampire sounded inordinately pleased at the prospect.

Kurt buried his face in the pillow and mumbled a, "No."

He heard Blaine chuckle rich and loud. "You're amazing."

Kurt uncovered his face. "I love you."

There was some shuffling that spoke of Blaine getting more comfortable. "I love you too."

Contented now, the anxious feeling dissipating into a pleasant hum, Kurt felt the tug of sleep pulling down his eyelids finally and yawned into the receiver.

"Go to sleep, I'll be by in the morning."

"Okay. Night sweetie."

"Night beautiful. Dream of me?"

"As if I have a choice," Kurt sleepily smiled.

"You'd want to anyway though right?"

Kurt laughed softly. "Yes, now go away and fish for compliments elsewhere."

"Okay, okay one last question."

"What?"

"Are you still naked?"

---

Dalton

It was around noon the next day that saw Kurt in the sorely disused kitchen underground whipping up a little treat for Blaine when he got out of his meeting with Wes. There had been a lot of those lately and it made Kurt feel both worried and safer at the same time.

There was talk of putting Blaine on the patrol rota that Kurt was firmly against but it wasn't a definite thing yet seeing as Blaine had never done anything like that as leader then his hundred years out.

It was halfway through making chocolate chip cookies that Nick had strolled in looking a little lost as he contemplated the place. Kurt gave him a smile but let him be for a moment but when the dark hared vampire only wandered around picking things up looking like he was completely out of his depth Kurt had to ask the question.

And that led to Kurt's cooking class 101.

Turns out Nick really wanted to make Jeff his favourite fudge brownies and Kurt was all for helping and pretty soon he had the vampire whipping the mixture in a glass bowl concentrating so hard he was almost frowning and definitely sticking his tongue out.

"If it isn't Betsy and her pet sidekick," Sebastian sneered upon entering the kitchen but the usual bite was missing from the insult. Sebastian had been withdrawn lately. Hardly ever around. Always glued to his phone. It made Kurt extremely nervous.

"You know the bad attitude got old the day you arrived here," Nick told him bluntly continuing to whisk the way Kurt had shown him. He was so determined to do this for Jeff that it was unbearably sweet.

"Yeah and so did all your faces but I got stuck with them didn't I?" Sebastian smirked nastily walking past them and towards the fridge. Kurt bit his tongue to hold back the slew of comebacks that rose to it. He wasn't going to start a conflict when they already had too much on their plates but god did he want to.

"Okay that looks about perfect, grab the other bowl," Kurt instructed keeping an eye on Sebastian because he'd be stupid not to but focusing on ignoring him as much as possible for the most part.

They carried on for a few more minutes before the other vampire came to stop in front of them on the other side of the island a drink in hand. "Making cupcakes girls?"

Kurt dusted off his hands and didn't spare him a glance. "No."

A phone buzzed loudly and Sebastian scrambled for it before hurrying out of the room without another word. Kurt watched him go in confusion. "He's been strangely bearable lately."

"Which is unsettling," Nick agreed munching on some of the fudge absently. "You know when he first came here I used to look around corners to see if he was there creeping."

Kurt snorted at the mental image. "He's not that creepy."

An eyebrow raise.

"Okay yes he can be an asshole and a creep but I doubt he's stoop so low as to hide in corners and shadows," Kurt argued.

And why the hell was he defending this guy?

Nick bent down and opened a cabinet. "Seb?" he called into the darkness and Kurt couldn't help the laugh that bubbled forth. Nick was ridiculous.

"Or cabinets you idiot!"

Nick just shrugged with a grin of his own. "Just checking."

Kurt threw a chocolate chip at him. "Back to work, Duval."

They carried on for about another half an hour before the batter was poured and both mixtures were in the oven.

"Okay so we've got around another half hour to kill before their ready," Kurt breathed happily looking at Nick who looked adorably pleased at himself with a streak of chocolate running along his jaw and flour on his forehead.

"I could really go for a dip in the pool right now," the vampire commented.

Kurt stopped on his way to clearing up. "There's a pool here?"

Nick glanced over. "You didn't know?"

"I didn't know there was a kitchen until last week," he deadpanned.

"Oh."

Kurt rolled his eyes and flung the spoons into the used bowls. "Yeah oh."

"Guess we keep forgetting you haven't been here or don't remember it," Nick said sheepishly.

Kurt sent him a soft smile. It wasn't their fault after all.

Nick's face brightened. "Hey, I know! Why don't I tour you around? We've got a little while after all."

Kurt grinned excitedly. "Yeah?"

"Sure. Blaine will probably kick my ass when he hears but he was too slow so he can suck it."

Kurt snorted but he knew it was actually quite accurate. He could see the pout now. But he really wanted to go…

"There's a sauna too."

"Why are we still standing here?!"

---

Jeff was horridly bored.

His Nick had disappeared somewhere after the ah-may-zing sex they had this morning and that was fine he supposed. He wasn't that clingy… maybe just a little but it was only because he liked looking at his vampire's gorgeous face…. and muscles…. and ass. It wasn't wrong of him to want to be able to snuggle and get kisses whenever he wanted them! It was his right as Nick's Chosen. What if he felt the pressing need to give Nick a blowjob and he wasn't around?

He sighed forlornly stretched out on his stomach on the couch and pouted at the game Zach and Trent were locking horns in lazily adding random monsters to it to kill their characters.

Godzilla had just bitten off Trent's head for the third time when the vampire threw his controller down. "Gods damn it, Jeff!"

Zach snickered maniacally. Apparently he appreciated the extra's Jeff was supplying. "This is the best game ever!" he declared for the fifth time and Adam shook his head at him fondly from the sofa he was reading on, Zach pressed comfortably against his legs. Adam was getting better with handling all the PDA Zach was incapable of reining in it seemed. He still blushed like crazy and ducked his head a million times a day because it wasn't going to be an overnight transformation- if it ever changed- but now he was smiling and had quit running for the hills. Progress! They'd finally decided to emerge from their bubble today- the exception being the night of Leon's attack- but Jeff knew in about another hour they'd disappear again to get 'acquainted.'

The blonde sniggered in his own head. Everyone knew that getting acquainted meant going at it like bunnies!

The fae was ecstatic for them though; it was many painful years in the making after all and he was already wearing his Zadam t-shirts around. The things were in demand! Zach had already ordered a matching couple's pair for him and his Chosen and Jeff already had one waiting for Kurt.

Speaking of the prince, where was he too?

He knew Blaine was spending a little time with Wes and David today so where was his bestie hiding?

It was all very frustrating.

He pulled out his phone and sent his twenty seventh text to Nick making sure to add many sad faces to make sure he felt bad.

That's right mister, a hundred sad faces for you!

Just as he hit send the scent of something mouth-watering hit his nose. He perked his head up and saw Nick striding through the doorway with a plate.

"Nicky!" he cried happily forgetting all about being mad at him when he looked so sexy and kissable and ohhh what's that he was holding?

"Hey sweetheart. I got a present for you," Nick beamed all white teeth in a perfect smile and Jeff's heart tripped giddily.

"I like presents," he cheered like a child rising to his knees and shuffling over so he could balance on the armrest crossing and uncrossing his ankles as his toes wiggled in excitement.

"We know," Trent rolled his eyes picking the controller back up now Jeff was distracted.

"I know that brownies are your favourite and you mentioned them this morning and I thought instead of buying them like I usually do I'd just like… make them?" he rushed out and looked like he was suddenly unsure of himself. "Kurt helped me but if you don't like them then I can just order some from the usual place," he rubbed at his neck where a small trace of red was creeping up.

Jeff was gaping by this point. Nick had made him brownies? Brownies! Just because he'd mentioned craving them this morning after Nick had reduced him to a quivering mess with his mouth.

"You made me brownies?" he asked stunned.

Nick swallowed and thrust the plate towards him. "Fudge ones."

Jeff looked down and his heart skipped once more as he took in the delicious looking squares and noticed just what personal touches Nick had added. "Fudge one's with I love you's written on them?"

Nick shuffled his feet. "Yeah."

There was a brief silence where everyone in the room had stopped to stare at the couple.

"NICK YOU MADE ME FUDGE BROWNIES WITH I LOVE YOU'S WRITTEN ON THEM!" Jeff squealed suddenly very, very loudly – not that he cared-and Nick barely had time to move the plate before Jeff was launching himself at him. He began kissing every inch of the beloved face. "Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou!" he declared because he couldn't express it enough to cover just what he felt for him.

And then Jeff was climbing over the couch and pushing Nick out of the room. He had plans for Nick and those brownies that was for sure.

"And Nick had just demonstrated how to successfully get laid," Trent commented watching the pair stumble away still trying to kiss and balance homemade brownies as they went.

Zach hummed in contemplation then looked up at Adam with wide guileless eyes. "What's your favourite dessert babe?"

---

Sebastian glanced around him once more before keying in the pass code to the cell door hearing it buzz and clunk before the heavy metal swung inwards. He slipped inside and scrunched his nose up at the sight of the vampire chained to the wall. The strong metal links made of something harder than any human material had a bit of slack to allow the vampire movement to use the sparse facilities inside. Bed, toilet, sink. What he couldn't reach was the door so Sebastian stood there even though the younger vampire was no threat to him.

The shaved vamp gave him a cursory glance a trace of fear hidden under the bravado that had no doubt been smacked into him by now given the bruises. Sebastian had to roll his eyes. If he had been in charge then any prisoner of his wouldn't get away with something so merciful as a beating.

This coven and their morals made his stomach turn.

"I aint tellin you nothing, jack," the captive male spat.

Sebastian hummed eyeing him calculatingly before shrugging nonchalantly. "If you want to continue to play punching bag I really don't give a damn. Maybe it's what you deserve, after all Marcus will be ever so disappointed in you though don't you think? You know spilling his big surprise. He'd probably do worse to you. Hell this is probably a vacation compared to what he has planned for you," Sebastian smirked.

He heard a gasp and chains clinking were the only sounds in the ensuing silence. Marcus Polland was something nightmares were scared of.

"How d'you know about him?"

"Let's just say I know things and leave it at that," he evaded. He wasn't laying his cards down to this asshole, he wasn't stupid unlike some. "Now you're gonna be a good little vampire and tell me what I want to know or I'll make sure you get out of here and Marcus is waiting for you. Understand?"

"H-he wouldn't-"

Sebastian laughed. "You don't really believe that do you?"

"What d'you wanna know?"

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Its jumpy and all over the place right?

I tried to include a bit of everyone and I had to carry on with the plot and yeah. It caused me troubles. I hoped you liked it though! Tristan had his first POV at least :D

Also I know I haven't actually wrote about Kurt's sister other than to mention her but there is a reason for this. Just sayin' :D

Next chapter will be Kurt's Blaine intervention plan, a new face showing up annnnd lots of other things probably because I write far too much!

Should be up next week sometime if I can manage it :D

Please review and let me know what you think :) :) :)

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