Happy Wednesday everyone! Thank you to Dawofmorning for your review! We always appreciate it!

FYI, if you want to feel like a giant creep then research how to drink blood. The things we do for the plot lol.

Just for fun, see how many references you can spot! ;)

Anyways, enjoy! - A and K

Warnings: descriptions of drinking blood (but won't go into a lot of detail. PM if you are concerned.)


Kurt adjusted his scarf nervously and tamed back an unruly hair. His outfit was cute, his hair perfect, and he had his coven ID. He was waiting for Elliott to arrive to pick him up so he could take him to the blood bar. Chewing his thumb nail, he tapped a boot on the floor and wished Blaine was back from his date (he didn't care what Blaine wanted to call it, they were dates.) All he really wanted was a reassuring hug from his boyfriend, but of course he was still out. Kurt tried not to think about what he might be doing out so late with someone that wasn't him. That was just insecurity talking. He put those thoughts to death before he drove himself absolutely crazy. He trusted Blaine.

A chirp from his phone let him know Elliott was waiting, so he grabbed his coat and keys before heading down to meet him at the gates.

Burt had agreed that Kurt should try the blood bar when he was told of the extensive regulations and legality of the places, but he had intended on going with his son. They argued about it for two days before Kurt finally convinced him to stay home with the reasoning that he needed to do this himself. He also didn't want to risk his father getting stressed out and hurt his heart even more, so he staunchly dug in his heels and refused to let him come. Burt eventually agreed, albeit begrudgingly. It helped that Elliott sang the praises of the place and convinced him there wouldn't be a crazy orgy or drunken shenanigans.

Kurt closed the gate behind him and raised a hand in acknowledgment at an eagerly waving Elliott.

"Hey, little brother! Are you ready?"

Kurt dropped into the car and buckled his seat belt. "Please never call me that."

"Fine, fine." Elliott's smile nearly spilt his face in two. He was enjoying this. "You look so nice! They're gonna love you! So, how excited are we?" He was practically bouncing in his seat as he backed out of Dalton's smooth drive.

"I think it would make me feel more excited rather than nervous if you explain how things will go," Kurt said as he twisted the end of his scarf.

Elliott calmed down a bit hearing the anxious tone of Kurt's voice. "Of course! That's my prepared little brother!"

Kurt glared.

Elliott pressed his lips together to keep from laughing. "Okay," he continued undeterred. "So when we first arrive, we will check in at the front with the ID I gave you and you will get a red wristband. We will come back to the wristbands. Now, one of the purposes of checking your ID is to make sure you haven't already been within the last seven days. We can only legally go once a week so we don't overdo it."

"Wait, you only drink once a week?" Kurt asked, twisting in his seat. He had to drink every morning and every night, sometimes more and that was barely enough. He couldn't imagine only having to drink once a week.

"Yeah, we can only go to the blood bar once a week, but some people have volunteers in their regular lives. Fresh blood from the vein fills you like nothing else, sweetie." Elliott grinned over at him quickly before returning his attention to the road.

Kurt sat back and tried to imagine how nice it would be to not be constantly starving. He also tried not the think about people volunteering to let him drink from them. He couldn't even imagine that. Blaine and his warm, delicious neck briefly flashed through his mind, but he squashed those thoughts down. God, he had been all screwed up since their little make out session went too far earlier that day. He was slightly embarrassed about how needy he had been, but he couldn't help it. Blaine turned him into an animal and he wasn't quite sure how to feel about that.

Elliott cleared his throat as he signaled to turn right. "Anyway, as I was saying, once we are all checked in, we make our way to the main area. It's set up like a regular bar, but you'll get a pretty little stamp on your hand that says you're underage. Sorry, but no alcohol for my little brother! If you are ever throwing a party and need drinks, I'll bring cupcakes!"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Can we get back to the night's events please?"

"Right. Okay, so we get in and everyone will just be mingling around or dancing. Now, this is where you will need to pay attention to the wristbands. There will be three types. As I mentioned before, the red bands will indicate you are a vampire and looking for a drink. Only the vampires wear these. If you see a green band, that means the person is a human and ready to give blood. Once they have been drank from, their band will be changed or removed. It's very important that you only drink from someone with a green band. Green means go. The black bands indicate they are human and not available for a drink. You can say hello, but don't linger. If they feel threatened they might scream that you are trying to drink from them when you clearly were only trying to compliment their tie and then the bouncer throws you out and you get into trouble." Elliott frowned at the windshield.

"Um, did that happen to you?" Kurt asked, trying not to laugh.

"It's fine. I'm over it. Just don't linger near the black bands, okay?" Elliott grumbled.

"Yeah, yeah. I got it."

"So once you meet someone you want to drink from— their blood types are on their bands too, by the way— then you can go back to a private room for a drink," Elliott continued cheerfully.

Kurt watched the streetlights flash by before speaking up again. "That's what I'm most nervous about. The… drinking…"

"Of course," Elliott agreed with understanding. "It's a little scary the first time, but I promise it will be fine. This is one-hundred percent legal and all the donors are there of their own accord. Think of them like the people who give blood to the hospitals except they are keeping us alive." Elliott winked.

Kurt attempted a laugh at his joke, but the sound that came out of him was like he was going through puberty all over again. "Does it- does it hurt them?"

Elliott raised his shoulders in consideration. "There's definitely a pinch at first, but we have special chemical secretions in our fangs that numb the spot and then make it feel pleasurable for the donor. They know what to expect."

The part about it being pleasurable freaked Kurt out a little. He didn't want his first actual sexual experience to be with a complete stranger he was drinking blood from!

"When you say pleasurable, do you mean like a back rub or…" He let his meaning hang in the air.

Elliott snickered. "Well, that varies, but it's pretty much innocent unless you're really attracted to the person. I've heard of people—" he glanced at the terrified look on Kurt's face and broke off. "You know what? We can talk about that another time. I promise it won't be like that."

"Okay," Kurt replied, slightly horrified. Another question popped up in his mind, one that had caused numerous nightmares. "How do I know when's too much? Like, I don't want to kill someone…"

Elliott nodded as he made another turn. They had left Westerville and were entering the next town. "Ah. Yes, the balance between enough to eat and keeping them alive is a fine line, but with the moderator there you will be fine."

"Moderator?"

"Yes! They are in the feeding rooms and there to make sure you don't drink too much and that the donors don't come to any harm. Of course, I will be there every step of the way with you, holding your hand. Literally or figuratively. Your choice."

Kurt's nose scrunched. "Figuratively is just fine."

"Very well. Any more questions?"

"Are you going to eat?" Kurt wondered if it would be too personal to watch. Was that weird? He just wanted someone who was an expert to show him what to do.

"No. I've already eaten so I am singularly here for you." Elliott reached over and patted his knee.

"Wait, I thought they wouldn't let you in if you've already been?"

"Since I'm your rep, I have express permission. I'll have a red band too, but it will have markings on it to signify I'm not feeding."

"What if I don't like it?" His voice was very quiet. For the first time since Kurt had met him, Elliott looked defeated.

"If you really feel uncomfortable, you don't have to go back. But I promise it's going to be fun!" Elliott said reassuringly. He had pulled onto a quieter street that housed a few stores and restaurants, but was off the main road.

"Okay," Kurt replied. The closer they got to their destination, the quieter Kurt became. He almost regretted telling his dad to stay home, but he knew he had to protect him. Elliott didn't seem to mind his silence or maybe he expected a reaction like this. Kurt supposed he had been trained for this. He wondered what would happen to a rep if your charge ran away crying after they fed.

"Elliott, how many people have you been rep for?" Kurt asked as he pulled into a large parking lot next to a bowling alley.

"You would be the first. But I've been extensively trained! Why?" Elliott said brightly.

"No reason."

As Elliott parked, Kurt told him he needed a second to breathe. Elliott told him to take his time and stood outside the car, skimming through his phone.

You can do this, Hummel. It's not like you're going to murder someone! They are expecting you.

After unbuckling his seat belt, he was about to step out of the car when his phone buzzed with a text from Blaine and then one from Jeff almost immediately after.

Hey! I'm so sorry I wasn't back before you left, but my meeting was at the park and Jeff tripped over a duck and demanded ice cream for damages - Blaine

Several eye roll emoji's followed his text and Kurt smiled before checking Jeff's.

Whatever Blaine says is not true!!!!! That SATAN bird attacked me and tried to eat me!!!!! - Jeff

He replied to Blaine first, feeling a bit lighter now that he had heard from his boyfriend.

It's okay. We are almost there and I'm a bit nervous I must admit, but I feel better knowing you are home safe and sound - Kurt

Jeffery, you're a freaking werewolf. Grow up. It's just a duck. - Kurt

Kurt smirked at imagining what Jeff's reaction to that would be.

I'll be home when I'm once again in your arms - Blaine

This time the message was followed by lots of heart emoji's and a kissy face. Kurt shook his head, but smiled at the message. Jeff texted him back as he was replying to Blaine.

Sap lol - Kurt

He opened Jeff's.

Wow Kurt. That cuts deep. I thought we were bros. Maybe I'll dry my tears on your expensive ass scarves - Jeff

I will end you, Sterling. But I'm sorry about the duck. - Kurt

Lol I'm shaking. But thank you for your concern - Jeff

I'm a sap for you, always. Courage, my love. You can do this. Xoxoxox - Blaine

Kurt melted at that and replied once more before stepping out of the car. He felt much better now.

Xoxooxo - Kurt

Elliott led them both to an alleyway that Kurt was ninety-nine percent sure he saw on an episode of Cops once. He almost took Elliott's offer earlier and grabbed his hand, but he decided to be brave.

They made their way to an unassuming entrance painted black and silver and bearing a sign that read, Sanguis. Kurt raised an eyebrow at it and Elliott grinned.

"It's Latin for—"

"Blood. Yes, I know. They teach Latin at Dalton." Kurt shuddered at the sign that had an ominous red droplet as the dot for the i and walked a little closer to Elliott. They had to show their IDs to a scary looking bouncer at the front door that was completely blacked out so it was impossible to see inside. Then they walked down an empty hallway until they came to a little desk. It was just as nondescript as the rest of the place, plain but clean. At the counter were a man and a woman, both in a white dress shirt with a bow tie. Kurt could hear the thump of music coming from behind some metal push doors next to the desk and his hands began to sweat just thinking about it.

"Hello, Simon," Elliott greeted the man as he handed over his ID. "Hello, Lily. How are you both this evening?"

They both smiled cordially at him as Simon clicked some buttons on his computer and Lily prepared two red wristbands. "Oh, just fine. Kind of a slow night, but we have Solitaire and our dazzling wit, to keep ourselves entertained."

They all chuckled. "By the way, this is Kurt Hummel. He's my little—"

"He's my coven rep," Kurt interjected quickly. His eyes widened when Lily winked at him and stamped something on one of the wristbands.

"This is his first time," Elliott said. He stuck his wrist out so that Lily could wrap the band with the little stamp on it.

"Oh really?" Lily purred. "A virgin?" She delicately took Kurt's wrist and held eye contact as she smoothed the band onto his wrist. Kurt thought she lingered longer than she needed to. "I could help you out with that."

Elliott clicked his tounge. "He's only seventeen. Back off."

"And not on your team," Kurt added with a little nervous laugh.

Lily pouted playfully, but smiled at the two before smacking a little X stamp on the back of Kurt's hand. "Well have fun anyway. Come entertain us if you get bored!"

Elliott pushed open the doors and immediately loud music and buzzing voices swallowed them both up.

Going down the rabbit hole

Even hoes and gigolos

Come on, follow

Come on and follow me

Kurt definitely felt like Alice falling down the rabbit hole at the moment. He took everything in, feeling slightly overwhelmed.

The inside was the complete opposite of the plain front entrance. It was flashy and loud and in your face, like a real club. Not that Kurt had ever seen a real club, but movies.

Flashing lights pulsed around the dimly lit room, giving Kurt bursts of vision into the dark. To his right was the actual bar, backlit with changing colored lights that haloed the hanging empty glasses like a strange chandelier. To his left was a small hallway that an exit sign and restroom signs hung above and directly in front was a vast dance floor circled by tables and booths. At the very back of the room were a few doors that Kurt was trying not to think too hard about. It was not overly crowded which Kurt was grateful for, but there were still lots of people hanging around and employees dressed the same as Simon and Lily bustling around with trays. Another employee clicked a little flashlight on over their wrists bands and Kurt's stamp, his name tag winking in the bright light. Once he was satisfied, he clicked it back off and motioned for them to move forward.

"Have a nice night." He had on a black wristband. In fact, several servers and bartenders were human. They looked normal, like they were just trying to do their jobs and weren't being held against their will. Some tension left his shoulders at how everyone seemed to just be going about their business and having fun. Elliott tugged on his sleeve and led him to a small table near the dance floor.

"Wow, this is amazing!" Kurt had to yell a little above the music, but Elliott smiled having heard him.

"It is. Just take a moment to absorb it all in. I'll go order us some drinks and then we can scope out a donor for you."

Kurt gulped. "Diet Coke," he told Elliott before the elder slipped off towards the bar. He took the time Elliott was gone to continue checking things out when the song changed. It was upbeat and he found himself swaying to the song.

We used to go where the cool kids go

But now you're just too lazy

We used to joke and it felt like home

But now you're fucking crazy

Crazy crazy crazy

(Wooh!)

"Courage, Kurt. Courage."

There were a wide range of people here, different ages and races and Kurt guessed they must come from all over to this place. He wondered how many blood bars there were around. Humans wearing black bands laughed and danced and chatted with humans wearing green bands and vampires wearing red bands. Kurt was in awe that these humans weren't terrified or disgusted at them for what they were.

"Hello there!"

Kurt turned and saw a girl that looked to be about his age with blonde hair and a warm smile.

"Hi," he said cautiously, glancing at her wrist band.

She giggled. "I'm green. Don't worry." She held up an arm to show off the little band.

Kurt relaxed a little, but kept his guard up. "I'm Kurt." He stuck out a hand which the girl immediately took.

"My name's Rachel."

"You're kidding."

She wrinkled her nose in confusion. "Nooo… Why?"

"Just… Never mind." Kurt waved it away. "So are you having a nice night?"

"Oh yes, thank you. How about you?"

"It's good." He shuffled from foot to foot. "This is, uh. This is my first time and if I can be quite honest with you, I'm scared to death."

"Well, obviously not to death," she deadpanned.

Kurt furrowed his brows at her.

"Like, you're kind of already dead so you're just plain scared, right?"

Kurt blinked at her before they both burst into laughter. She laid a warm hand on top of his.

"Listen, it's a little scary, but I promise it won't be bad. I have only been a donor for a few months, but it's very rewarding. See, my mom is a vampire and I grew up with it, so it doesn't scare me at all. If you want, I can be your first? I'd love to help you."

Kurt smiled at his new friend and turned his gradually warming hand over to clasp hers.

"Hey! I'm back now!" Elliott came back to the table carrying two sodas. "Sorry, there was a huge line at the— Oh! Why, hello Miss Rachel! I see you sniffed out the newbie! Had I known you were over here I would have brought you a drink."

She waved and giggled at Elliott. "I'm fine. I was actually asking Kurt if he wanted a drink." She gave Kurt a questioning look and he nodded. Something about her seemed safe.

"Yes. I'm ready."

They all went to a back room at the other end of the building that held a few couches and chairs and cushioned stools. There was a counter that held some paper towels, wipes, and a sink. Kurt was reminded of an exam room in a doctor's office, but darker.

Nervously wringing his hands, Kurt eyed the room. Another person entered, a woman who nodded hello before going to sit on a chair in the corner.

"Okay," Rachel said with a calm smile. "Let me explain how everything will go from my perspective and then Elliott can explain some. You have two options, drinking from my neck or my wrist. The neck is faster and easier, but can be awkward for some people, so I'll let you decide what you want to do. I will sit here in this chair," she indicated the chair, "and you will sit on the lower stool or stand beside me, again your choice. You will bite carefully and yes, it will pinch me a little, but after that initial pain the chemicals in your saliva will help to numb the pain and it will start to feel better. I will not be able to tell you when to stop." Her face had gone solemn. "You will have to gauge that. You will be holding my other hand and feel when I start to weaken."

Kurt gulped and felt sick at that. His hands shook with nervousness. He was actually about to do this. A hand settled on his shoulder and he turned to see Elliott smiling calmly at him.

"Don't lose it now, Kurt. Everything is going to be okay." He gestured to the woman sitting very still in the corner. "This is Linnet and she is the moderator. She will be watching Rachel closely and only interfere if she feels Rachel's life is in danger, but you will stop before that. Now, listen closely. You will bite Rachel and drink from her and like she said, hold her hand. When you feel her begin to weaken, pull back and I will be waiting with a tissue to held stop the bleeding. The key is to try and stop right as you feel full. Don't get too lost in the feeling and pay attention to everyone around you. You will be fine," he reassured Kurt who was looking like he was expected to perform brain surgery.

"Are we ready to proceed?" Rachel asked.

Kurt nodded and watched her take a seat in the chair. He debated mentally what part to drink from for a moment, but then quickly decided neck since they said it was easier and Rachel said it didn't matter to her. He supposed if it was too weird he could always go for the wrist next time.

Rachel settled in her chair and unbuttoned her shirt before pushing it aside. Underneath the shirt she was wearing an undershirt which relieved Kurt immensely. He was already nervous enough. Seeing a partially naked stranger might have sent him over the edge. She relaxed back into the chair and tilted her head, exposing her neck to him. Kurt swallowed hard again as he stared at her neck stretched out before him.

He always purposely avoided looking at necks, thinking about necks, and talking about necks for fear he would become a rabid animal and attack someone like the monster that hurt him and killed his mother. But now he was looking and something in him pulled his body closer to her.

Rachel looked up at him with trust and confidence and smiled as she held up her hand which he took hesitantly. Kurt licked his lips and began to inch closer to Rachel's neck when the thought occurred to him that he was about to suck on a girl's neck. If only his dad could see him now. The irony of this caused him to erupt in slightly unhinged laughter and everyone looked at him in bewilderment.

"Sorry. I just think it's funny that I'm about to put my mouth on a girl's neck." He cleared his throat. Rachel and Elliott fought smiles, but the moderator just frowned. "Sorry. Just nervous."

"It's okay to be nervous," Elliott said with an encouraging smile. "You can do this, Kurt."

Rachel nodded in agreement. "It's going to be fine. I trust you."

It was time. He couldn't stall any longer and he had to be strong. Everyone was trusting him.

Kurt leaned over Rachel, holding her hand gently in one hand and steadying himself against the chair with his other. He could feel Linnet's eyes boring into his back and Elliott off to his side. He concentrated on Rachel's neck and his fangs slid from his mouth. She had her eyes closed calmly and didn't look afraid.

She winced slightly as he bit, but she relaxed once again as he drank. Warmth spilled into his mouth and he drank deeply. This was incredible! In the nine years since he was turned, Kurt had never felt this full and he was just beginning to drink. He remembered the feeling from when he was a child, but it had been so long since he had really been satisfied like this that he had almost forgotten the feeling. Kurt almost lost himself in it when he felt Rachel's tight grip on his hand slack. He drew back immediately, blood dripping down his mouth and pooling at the two small pricks in her neck.

"Are you finished?" Elliott asked. Kurt turned to him, slightly dazed. Was he finished? He felt full. He felt really full. Was it enough?

"Kurt?" Elliott's voice was tense and Kurt snapped out of his haze.

"Yes. I think so."

Elliott immediately pressed a square of cotton gauze to Rachel's neck which she took from him. She was slightly pale, but overall looked fine. The moderator stepped between her and the vampires and immediately began to check her vitals.

Kurt blinked up at Elliott. He was saying something. "You're okay?"

He nodded. He was great. A smile stretched across his face and he felt Elliott wiping off his mouth.

"I feel.. so warm and full."

Elliott tucked Kurt under his arm. "That was definitely the goal. You did great! You stopped when Rachel gave you the cue—"

Rachel! "Is she okay?" Kurt sobered immediately and wheeled around to where Rachel was still sitting in the chair. Linnet was standing beside her protectively, a bandage stuck to her neck and a little bottle of orange juice in her hands. She looked a little tired, but still very much alive and smiling.

"I'm fine," she said. "Just going to sit here and recover for a moment. I promise I'm fine."

Kurt nodded and Elliott tugged him out to the main area. "Come on. We need to let her recover."

"Thank you," Kurt said as he stopped in the doorway. "I really appreciate it."

"You're welcome," Rachel replied and Kurt finally allowed Elliott to lead him out of the room.

They stayed for a little while longer so Kurt could come to terms with his first visit to the blood bar and Elliott chatted with a few other people he knew, introducing a quiet Kurt each time. They left soon after that and Kurt even got to wave goodbye to Rachel who looked fine, but was now sporting a black wristband. She even gave Kurt her number so they could hang out another time he visited.

As they walked out to Elliott's car, two men smoking across the street watched them exit the blood bar and head to the parking lot. Neither Kurt nor Elliott noticed the men since they were busy talking. They shared a look, put out their cigarettes, and drove back to tell their boss what they had seen.

On the way home, Kurt relaxed back in his seat and laughed at Elliott singing along with the radio. His heart was light and he felt like he could breathe for the first time in a long time. Ever since he hurt Karofsky, Kurt had been beating himself up pretty bad about the whole thing. He thought he was a monster that deserved to be thrown in a cage and never let out. He thought tonight would prove he was awful, but he hadn't hurt the girl at all. He hadn't lost control and ripped her throat out or anything. Maybe he was able to be redeemed after all.

Elliott rolled down the windows a little since the weather was pretty mild that night and let in some fresh air. Kurt folded his arms on the window and rested his chin on them, watching the world race by.

Kurt had been telling himself he was a sick and twisted thing for so long, that he couldn't believe anything else. Sure, he acted confident, but inside he was ashamed. During this night, however, he was slowly staring to realize he wasn't as bad or depraved as he thought. These people were actually trying to help and didn't think he was a bloodthirsty beast that wanted to murder them. Kurt let the night air blow through his hair and for the first time in awhile, he smiled in relief.


"So then I drank and god, I was so scared, but it was incredible! I stopped as soon as I realized she was weakening," Kurt said proudly as he strolled alongside Blaine. His hands were joined behind his back and they were enjoying the mild weather as they walked down the street. "I feel so free!"

"I'm so proud of you," Blaine said as he wrapped the arm not holding his ice cream around Kurt's waist and hugged him. "You deserve to be happy."

It was the following day after school and they had snuck out to go on a date together. Kurt had been talking about the blood bar nonstop, excited that he had done so well. Blaine listened eagerly, enjoying the glow that had taken up residency on his boyfriend's skin and the lovely sparkle he had in his eyes. He wasn't sure if it was from the blood or the confidence, but it pleased him either way.

Kurt grinned at him and bumped his shoulder into Blaine's. "I am very happy. Like, I'm so relieved that I know I'm not a uncontrollable monster now."

"Of course you aren't. You were attacked. Of course you're going to defend yourself."

Kurt shrugged. "Well, it's still nice to know I can drink from someone and not lose myself."

Blaine frowned into his ice cream cone. "I still can't believe you kissed her."

"I didn't kiss her. I drank her blood. There's a difference." Kurt asked as an eyebrow twitched up.

Blaine pouted. "Still."

"Don't be jealous," Kurt said as he playfully shoved Blaine who made a noise of irritation.

"Aghh! My ice cream!"

They walked in silence for a bit. Their second actual date had gone exceptionally well, but of course they knew it would. That was the thing about dating your best friend. They always had fun.

They slowed, stopping at a pretty fountain and sat. It was lit up and glowed in the dark, the water glittering brightly. Kurt got lost in looking at it, his chin propped up on his knees. Blaine popped the last of the cone in his mouth and licked his fingers. He got caught up in looking at Kurt and sighed happily. The sigh got Kurt's attention and he smiled over at Blaine curiously.

"What?"

"You're beautiful."

Kurt blushed and buried his face in his knees, but Blaine could still see his red-tipped ears.

"Blaine.."

"It's true. I want to kiss your adorable red face right now."

Kurt peeked up at that and shook his head at Blaine's goofy smile. "Why don't you?"

Blaine's smile slipped and he glanced around. There were a few people around, but no one seems to really be watching them except Nick and Jeff who were a respectful distance away. It wasn't so much that they weren't in the most accepting area, but Blaine never knew when he would run into a member of his pack. He might not be able to recognize every one of them, but they would know him and he didn't want any questions about who Kurt was.

"I will when we get back to Dalton," Blaine replied, his eyes cast down to where he was picking at a loose stone.

Kurt turned his attention back to the fountain and tried not to feel bad about the fact that they weren't supposed to be out on a date. Blaine scooted closer and pressed his warm body to Kurt's. He bumped into him until Kurt grinned even though he was still staring at the splashing water.

"Tell me a secret."

Kurt finally looked at him. "What kind of secret? I mean, I just told you how I—" it was his turn to glance around, "—sucked blood out of someone's neck. What more could you want to know?"

"Tell me something else. Something I definitely don't know about you."

Kurt studied Blaine's face and, finding no trace of him joking, blew out a deep breath.

"I fell in love with you the first day I met you," Kurt was blushing again and studying the fountain like it held the secrets of the universe. "I thought you were really cute when I caught you on the stairwell, but then you kind of sang to me and my heart didn't stand a chance. I've spent so much of my life being on the outside, not just because I'm gay, but also because I could never talk about being a vampire. The only one who knows is dad, of course, but I don't like talking about it with him because some small part of me can't help but worry I disgust him. He can't relate to me on so many levels. No one can— well, I guess the other vampires can." He wrapped his arms around his knees. "But that day, you made me feel… seen I guess. Normal. When we were talking afterwards and you just understood, I felt like at least someone gets it a little. Also you were adorable in your blazer." He added the last bit with a cheeky wink.

Blaine couldn't help himself. He didn't care who saw, he had to kiss Kurt immediately. He scooted closer and cupped Kurt's face before kissing him firmly on the mouth. Kurt had to grab the concrete edge of the fountain so he didn't fall either way. He soon went boneless in Blaine's hands and kissed him back, blinking dazedly when Blaine finally released him to breathe.

"I thought you wanted to wait to kiss me?"

"I couldn't. That was the best secret I've ever heard."

Now they were side by side and Kurt put his back to the water and tangled his pinky with Blaine's. "Now you tell me a secret."

"I'll tell you when I realized I was in love with you too." He curled his pinky around Kurt's. "It was probably a week after we met, maybe two. I'm kind of dumb sometimes, and I had never really been in love before. Crushes, sure, but not anything serious. I've barely even kissed anyone. Well, I guessed I've kissed a few people, but I'm not even really sure if Rachel counts because that was an experiment—"

"Blaine."

"Right. Anyway, we had been hanging out a lot and I didn't understand this feeling I had other than I thought we were like destined to be best friends or something. Like you said, we just understood each other. But I kept wanting to be around you all the time and then when I thought about you my heart would race. I just thought I was excited about a new friend. But then one day we were in Warbler practice and your bird had just died—"

"RIP Pavarotti."

"Yes. But you were singing and it was so heartfelt… I just found myself wanting to kiss you and then it occurred to me that I've never wanted to kiss my friends before. Well, one time David was deep throating this popsicle and I had feelings—"

Kurt cleared his throat. "Back to you being in love with me."

"Oh yes." He reached over and took Kurt's freezing hands in his own and blew warm breath on them before kissing his knuckles. "That was the beginning of my bittersweet agony. I truly thought you didn't feel the same. It was terrible."

"At least I wasn't always running off with other guys and kissing them."

"I never kissed anyone!" Blaine objected before he tried to kiss the pout off of his boyfriend's face. "I told you, I only wanted you."

A stuttering inhale from across the street caught their attention. Jeff was wiping his eyes and Nick, who looked mildly alarmed, had a comforting hand resting on his shoulders.

"I ship y'all so hard," he blubbered. "Never change." He buried his face into Nick's shoulder and sobbed some more. Nick sighed placatingly and continued his scan of the surrounding area.

Kurt shook his head as he turned back to Blaine. "Annnyway, I might be convinced I'm not a terrible monster anymore, but it still makes me want to claw out the eyes of any boy who goes on dates with you."

"I know. I wish I could make it stop, but I can't." Blaine looked into Kurt's eyes. "I tried to talk to Dad about it but—"

"Shh. I know." Kurt pulled Blaine into his chest and hugged him close. He felt Blaine inhale deeply and then relax as Kurt embraced him. "We will figure this out somehow. Maybe if we get Wes and David on our side like Jeff and Nick are—"

"Nick knows nothing," Nick stated as he and Jeff approached the couple. "All I see if Blaine sad about something and his friend comforting him. Nothing else."

"David would be an easy sway," Jeff added as he scratched at the light scruff on his jaw. "He's a sweetheart who believes in love and he would definitely take a bribe. Wes, on the other hand, is a hard ass."

"Wes is stupid," Blaine mumbled from where his face was still buried in Kurt's chest. "Remember when he got fleas and was in complete denial about it? Once he is set on something, nothing changes his mind."

Kurt snorted. "Wes got fleas?"

"Don't tell him I told you that," Blaine said, lifting his head from Kurt. "He will kill me."

"Guys, I hate to break up this 'friendship' outing, but it's getting late." Nick consulted his phone and answered a text. "Let's head back."

They obliged and cuddled in the back of the car while Jeff drove them back to Dalton. Kurt practically glowed in the dark car, his skin reflecting the blue lights of the dashboard like moonlight on water. He held Blaine and brushed his fingers through Blaine's curls, but the pensive frown that creased his eyebrows never went away. Blaine gently brushed a finger along Kurt's cheekbone, causing him to start.

"What?"

"Stop worrying. It will be fine. All that matters is I love you."

Kurt gave him a weak smile. "I love you too."

Before he could escort Kurt to his door, Blaine was grabbed by his shirt collar and jerked down the hall.

"Come on. You should have been in bed a half an hour ago."

"I'm not a child!" Blaine griped as he shoved Nick away. "Let me tell him good bye at least." He tugged his shirt back into place and gave Kurt a sweet and all too quick kiss on his lips. Nick dutifully turned around while Jeff yawned loudly. "Good night, my love. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Night. See you." Kurt waved as Blaine was hustled down the hall by his very sleepy friends and made his way to his own room.

Once Blaine and the others were gone, Kurt allowed his smile to drop. He wasn't sure how much longer he could do this. Wes' words echoed loudly in his head and he reminded himself that sooner or later, Blaine would have to make a choice. But was it really fair to make him choose between himself and his life? He could never live with himself if Blaine had to give up being alpha. It meant so much to him. But what right did everyone have to tell him who he should be with? Was there even a right answer? And how would Kurt feel being with someone who was as important as him? With a deep sigh, Kurt fished his keys from his pocket and pulled the one that unlocked his door from the heap. He didn't know much, but all he knew was Blaine was worth all this trouble. They would figure this out together.

His door opened with a squeak and he stepped into his dark room. He had just begun to unbutton his coat and nearly had his door closed when strong arms reached out to grab him and shove something cold and hard over his face. He struggled, but like the time Elliott kidnapped him, he was soon consumed in darkness.


*songs used/mentioned*

-Down the Rabbit Hole by Adam Lambert

-Beware the Dog by the Griswolds

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