A/N Wow, So much love for this story already! Thank you all for the Favs, Follows, and Reviews! I finished Dalton Boys today! YAY! If you haven't read that, you can find the link in my bio! The next to last chapter of The Final Bite is almost finished as well, and so is the next chapter of Coming To The Tree, and both of those should be up in the next couple of days.

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Kurt groaned as he rolled over Sunday morning. Even though the hangover wasn't nearly as bad as he expected, his head was pounding, but more like the thrum of his pulse than the cacophony of drums he had felt the last time he had a hangover.

He stumbled into the bathroom to relieve himself, and then went to the sink. After washing his hands and taking some aspirin, he frowned at his reflection. He looked like something the cat dragged in. Come to think of it, how had he gotten home last night? He couldn't remember much after hitting the dance floor. Everything was just a blur of motion and lights.

Oh well, he was home, in one piece, and he didn't think he had vomited on anyone. At least there was no after taste in his mouth. Shrugging it off, he reached for his razor and shaving cream. He was nearly finished shaving when he nicked the side of his throat. Cursing at the sight of the blood, he cleaned it away and quickly applied a bandage. He then finished shaving, showered, brushed his teeth and did his morning moisturizing routine, before making his way to the kitchen.

It was as the scent of coffee filled the room that he recalled why he had gone out the night before to begin with. He checked his phone to see if Blaine had called him, only to find a text received around ten PM the previous night, simply saying that his fiance had been exhausted and had gone home to sleep, and would stop by around noon Sunday.

Kurt glanced at the clock. It was just after eleven-thirty AM now. He glared at his phone as he poured himself a cup of coffee and doctored it the way he liked. He knew his fiance was dense sometimes, but forgetting his birthday?

Kurt had been very supportive of Blaine being sponsored by June Dolloway, even though the woman didn't seem to like Kurt very much. He had put up with the dark haired boy spending so much time with the woman, limiting their time together to the couple of classes they shared at NYADA, and the occasional after work dinner dates they had managed to work into their schedules. He understood this could be Blaine's big shot, and that Blaine would use the opportunity to help Kurt's career out whenever he could. But the last few weeks, even when they were together, it seemed as if the other boy was distant, and withdrawn, and when they did talk, the other boy mostly talked about what June thought or said. He used to ask Kurt his opinion on things, but now it was like the older woman had taken over his brain functions for him.

Kurt had just poured his second cup of coffee when he heard the door to the loft roll open. He didn't reply when he heard the other man call out his name, just stood at the counter sipping his drink.

"Kurt?" Blaine said again, before spotting him in the kitchen area. "Oh hey, there you are!"

He crossed the kitchen and placed a kiss on Kurt's cheek, not seeming to noticing at first that the pale man remained aloof, staring out the window. He did notice the large bandage, however. Blood had seeped around the edges. "What did you do to your neck, babe?"

"I cut it shaving, Blaine. So nice of you to notice," he replied in his snarkiest voice, setting his now empty coffee cup in the sink.

"Someone is in a grouchy mood this morning," The dapper man teased. "What's wrong, did Rachel forget to clean out the hair from the shower drain again?"

"No, Blaine, Rachel didn't forget anything." Kurt turned and walked towards his bedroom. "Some people have perfectly good memories."

Blaine was frowning now in confusion. "Kurt? Is something upsetting you?"

"No, really, what would ever give you that idea?" Kurt said, turning back to face his fiance, simply shoving his phone under the shorter male's nose with his recent text messages on display, then turned back into the bedroom and drew the curtain shut.

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Blaine was confused when he saw the last text he had sent Kurt the night before. He reread it hastily to make sure he hadn't written anything offensive. Well, he had forgotten to say I love you. And below that was the text he had sent yesterday afternoon. Again there was no affectionate accolade, Blaine had been distracted by June talking about the image she wanted him to portray at the charity dinner. Was that what had his boyfriend in a tizzy? He opened his mouth to say something when the next text down caught his eye.

Hey! Happy 21st! Hope you have a blast, and have a drink for me!- Sam

Oh, crap, Blaine thought, scrolling down to the other text messages dated the day before.

Happy Birthday, Kurt! Hope you have a wonderful day!- Tina

Yo Dawg! They say it's yo Birthday! Finally Legal!- Artie

Happy Birthday Kurt! Hope you have fun dancing the night away!- Mike

Hey Boo, Happy Birthday! Tell that fiance of yours he better spoil you rotten today! Love you, White Boy!- 'Cedes

He was so screwed. He moved to the curtain and slipped inside just in time to see Kurt finish buttoning up the shirt of his uniform from the diner. "Why didn't you say anything to me?"

Kurt glared at him. "You'd think that after dating for nearly five years I wouldn't have to remind you. I mean, how hard could it be, it's exactly three months, two weeks and two days before your birthday."

"Kurt, I am so sorry! I know you are really pissed at me right now, and it's no excuse, but I've been so busy the last few weeks working on the showcase with June, and attending classes, and trying to keep up with my homework! Half the time I forget my own name!"

The pale boy shoved past him. "Yeah, well in case you hadn't noticed, I've been just as busy as you the last few weeks also, maybe even more so right now with both Rachel and Santana out of town for the weekend. And they both have busy schedules too, yet they managed to remember what day it was."

"Kurt, I-I'm sor..."

"Sorry isn't going to cut it right now, Blaine. Because it isn't just you forgetting my birthday!" He sat on the couch to put on his shoes and socks as he talked. "It's the fact that you don't talk to me any more! And when you do talk, all that comes out of your mouth is 'June said this' or 'June thinks that!' Oh, and by the way? I know June told you to break up with me!"

Blaine was shocked. "H-how do you know that?" he stammered out.

"Jimmy, from weapons class, is a waiter at the restaurant she took you to. He recognized you, and overheard your conversation."

Blaine growled in frustration. "Yes, she did say that. But did Jimmy also tell you that I told her I was in love with you and that I would never leave you?"

"Yes, he did, actually. But that hasn't stopped you from distancing yourself from me!" He stood and retrieved his phone from the shorter boy, slipping it into his pocket and grabbing up his messenger bag.

"Kurt! I haven't been distancing myself from you! I thought you understood how important this was for both of us?"

"And I thought you understood how important you were to me!" And with that parting shot, he walked out of the loft.

Blaine was too shocked to follow him, and instead collapsed on the couch the other man had just vacated. How was he ever going to make this up to Kurt? His fiance was right, he had been distracted and distant since that talk with June, but not for the reason Kurt thought. Blaine had been trying to convince June to let Kurt perform with him in the showcase, but the woman was adamant, saying that Kurt would just hold him back.

Blaine didn't like the way the woman talked about his relationship with Kurt, but couldn't find a way to tell her that that wouldn't be insulting and ruin this opportunity for both of them. He had even considered dropping out of the showcase himself, but had thought it would be selfish of him. After all, even if June wouldn't promote Kurt to the world, Blaine could do it himself once he had a foot in the door. If he dropped out because he was uncomfortable with the woman, then he would be responsible for Kurt not having his chance in the spotlight once again.

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Kurt had thirty minutes left on his half shift Sunday night, but it seemed like eons. He had still been pretty upset when he'd gotten here, but had since calmed down. Unfortunately, everyone else in New York seemed to be having as shitty a day as Kurt, and all of them were sitting in his section that day, and taking it out on him. Despite his efforts to please everyone, his tips had been crap all day, and Gunther had been on a tirade about one thing or another since he'd arrived.

Fortunately, Santana had shown up an hour ago (only fifteen minutes late,) and had eased the tension some. He'd told her about his weekend as they wiped down tables between customers.

"So, is the Hobbit still alive, or will I need to help you bury the body after I get off work?" She asked, only half joking.

Kurt sighed. "Was I too harsh on him? I mean, yeah, he forgot my birthday, but he is under a lot of stress lately. And it is the first time in the five years we've been dating that he has forgotten."

Santana stopped what she was doing and put a hand on his arm in a rare display of affection. "We both know that boy thinks the sun and the moon rise on your ass. Yeah, he screwed up royally, but he'll figure out someway to get back in your good graces."

Before he could reply, Gunther called out to them. "Hummel! Customer! Santana, I no pay you to stand around talking! Fill the salt shakers!"

They both rolled their eyes, and laughed. Kurt pulled out his order pad as he approached the back booth.

"Hi, welcome to the spotlight diner, my name is Kurt, I'll be your server tonight. Can I start you off with something to drink?" He delivered the entire spiel before even glancing at the lone customer. When he did look up, his heart seemed to stutter for a moment.

It was hard to judge height when a person was sitting down, but this guy looked like he was several inches taller than Kurt. His dark brown hair was topped with a beanie, and he wore black framed 'nerd' glasses over his blue eyes. He looked vaguely familiar, but Kurt couldn't figure out from where, nor did he understand the shiver of awareness that crawled up his spine. The man smiled at him.

"Just a glass of water, please, Kurt." The voice was so smooth and low key sexy, and seemed to crawl inside Kurt's mind. His mouth went dry suddenly as his name rolled off the other man's tongue. He had to swallow and lick his lips before he could speak.

"O-okay. I'll be right back with that and get your order." He had to force himself to look away, and by the time he reached the drink station, he was breathing erratically. What the hell was that? He had never reacted to another male like that. Not even Blaine.

He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down as he filled the glass with ice and water. He tried to act like nothing was amiss as he returned to the table with the drink.

"Here you go. Are you ready to order or do you need a few more minutes?"

The man smiled again. "I overheard your conversation. Did your boyfriend really forget your birthday, Kurt?"

Kurt frowned, not wanting to answer, but found the words slipping out anyway. "Fiance, and yes. Would you like to hear our specials?"

Those blue eyes seemed to be laughing as the other man glanced to the engagement ring Kurt wore. Kurt felt his pulse quicken as the eyes moved over the rest of his body. "Lucky man, though if I was him, I'd never forget your birthday."

Kurt shivered, and stepped back. "I-I have to go. I'm sorry, I nee-need to go."

He all but ran back to the kitchen, grabbing Santana's arm as he passed the counter. "Tana, I need you to take that customer in the back both. I need to go. I-I'm not feeling well all of a sudden."

The Latina looked at him with concern. "You do look like you are ill. You're white as a sheet, and that is saying something, Porcelain. Go on, I'll cover for you."

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Santana watched her friend scurry out of the restaurant as if the hounds of hell were on his heels, frowning. Kurt hadn't looked sick, he had looked scared to death. She turned to the back booth to see what had him fleeing, but when she got there, the booth was empty, an untouched glass of water and two one hundred dollar bills sitting on the table the only indication anyone had been there.

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Kurt walked quickly towards the subway station, confusion roaring through his mind. What the hell was happening to him? Why was he having this reaction to some random stranger? He was so lost in his thoughts he didn't notice the figure step out of the darkened doorway beside him, until they grabbed his arm and pulled him inside. He opened his mouth to scream, but the sound died in his throat as piercing blue eyes ensnared him.

The blue turned glowing white, and he felt himself relaxing into the other man's embrace, his fear and concerns forgotten. The taller man smiled. "There's no need to fear me, Kurt. We are really good friends, aren't we?"

Unable to speak, Kurt nodded. The man leaned in closer, his breath fanning Kurt's cheek. "But you want to be so much more than friends, don't you?"

Kurt could only moan as lips ghosted over his, barely there kisses, teasing his senses, making him crave more. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew this wasn't right, but he couldn't remember why.

"You want someone to notice you, don't you? Someone who will put you above everyone and everything else?" Those lips skimmed along his jaw, scorching him, branding him. Fingers traced the column of his throat, and he felt a small tug as the bandage there was removed, to be replaced by fiery lips, sucking hard on the tender spot, wringing a cry of pleasure from him. A leg shifted between his thighs, and he couldn't help writhing against it as his arousal grew and grew.

"I want you to scream my name when you come. Can you do that, Kurt? Can you scream 'Elliott?'" Before Kurt could say anything, there was a pinching sensation in his neck, and pleasure slammed into him so hard he was coming instantly.

"ELLIOTT!" ripped from his lips in a scream of ecstasy.

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The vampire smirked in triumph as he fed deeply, savoring the liquid fire sliding down his throat. He would soon wipe that silly fiance from this boy's mind completely, and then Kurt Hummel would be his, forever.