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Blaine fidgeted with the table setting, wanting to make sure everything was just right. Santana had texted him an hour ago that Kurt had left work a little early, and that he had a lot of making up to do. He'd already figured out that last part. He had ordered dinner from Kurt's favorite Thai place, and run down to the bakery on the corner to get dessert.

He glanced at the clock again, frowning. Kurt should be back by now. It was only a thirty minute subway ride and a ten minute walk from the diner to the loft. Had he missed the train? Or was he still so mad at Blaine he was avoiding him?

He began pacing as he waited. He had screwed up big time, he knew, but he also knew he loved Kurt more than anyone else on the planet. He had to make things right between them somehow.

June had called him earlier, inviting him to dinner at a fancy country club, but he had politely turned her down, saying he had already made other plans. She had been miffed, but Blaine had been adamant, and she had finally gave up.

He checked the clock again, worry starting to gnaw at him. His phone rang, and he answered it without looking.

"Kurt?"

"No, it's Rachel, but Kurt is here, something is wrong. I was on my way home from the airport when I saw Kurt staggering down the street. He seemed disoriented, and collapsed as my taxi pulled up beside him. We're on our way to the hospital now."

"Oh god! Is he hurt? I'm on my way!" Blaine said, snatching up his keys and jacket and running out the door.

"I don't know. There is a bandage on his throat that is oozing blood, and he is very pale."

"He cut himself shaving this morning. It should have stopped bleeding by now!" He managed to flag down a cab in record time, and gave the driver his destination.

"We're just pulling up to the hospital now," Rachel informed him. "I'll see you in a few minutes."

Blaine hung up and sat back in the seat, fingers tapping restlessly on his thigh as the cab moved through the evening traffic. The driver could tell he was upset, and did his best to go as quickly as possible. They reached the hospital just ten minutes behind Rachel. He spotted her at the admission's desk as soon as he walked in.

"Blaine, thank goodness you're here. I don't have Kurt's insurance information." She hugged him and turned back to the receptionist. "This is Kurt's fiance, Blaine Anderson."

"How is he doing? Can I see him?" Blaine demanded, frantically.

"You can go back in a few minutes, once they've finished examining him. In the meantime, if you could just answer a few questions..."

Fifteen minutes later they were lead back into an exam room by a kind looking nurse. He was shocked by the other man's appearance. Sure, Kurt always had pale porcelain skin, but now it was as white as the sheet that covered him, and there were dark circles under his eyes. A fresh bandage covered the wound on his neck, and already blood was starting to seep through. His eyes were closed, and there were wires attached to his chest and one finger, and an IV in both of his arms, one with clear liquid flowing in it, the other with crimson liquid. A doctor was writing something on his chart, but glanced up as they entered.

"Are you family?" He asked, not unkindly.

"I'm his fiance," Blaine said, not taking his eyes from the auburn haired man. "What happened? Is he okay?"

"Mr. Hummel is suffering from severe anemia and dehydration, and for reasons we haven't determined yet, his blood isn't clotting the way it should. I've ordered some lab work. Would you happen to know if he has a history of hemophilia?"

Blaine shook his head. "No, nothing like this has ever happened to him before."

The doctor nodded and made another note on his chart. "Good. He's resting for now. I'll let you know as soon as I get the test results back."

Blaine shook his hand, and then took the chair beside the bed, gently placing his hand over Kurt's. He felt Rachel slip up behind him. "It's going to be okay, Blaine. Kurt will be fine. He's probably just been working too hard."

Blaine appreciated her attempt to comfort him, but it didn't stop him from thinking this was all his fault. What if this was because of the stress Blaine had put him through the last few days? Last few weeks working with June?

"I should call Burt," He said, absently.

"Do you want me to do it?" Rachel asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. He shook his head no.

"I'll do it, thanks. But maybe I should wait a little longer to see what the test results show? No need to worry him for nothing."

She nodded. "Okay. I'll just go get us some coffee, and maybe something to eat?"

He shrugged. "Just coffee, thanks."

Once they were alone, he whispered, "I'm so sorry, Kurt. You know I love you. You know you mean the world to me. I was a complete and utter idiot forgetting your birthday." Blaine carefully lifted Kurt's hand to his mouth and kissed the knuckle, grazing the engagement ring resting there.

Kurt woke up gasping and jerked his hand away, thrashing around wildly, not seeming to see Blaine there. "Kurt! What's wrong?"

Kurt knocked over one of the IV stands, pulling the line from his arm. Blood splattered the blankets covering him. Blaine cried out in alarm, jabbing the nurse call button and trying to pin the arm down. "Kurt? Kurt! Calm down!"

The glasz eyed man finally seemed to register Blaine's presence, and calmed some just as the nurse rushed in. The pale man blinked at him as the nurse righted the IV stand and checked the line.

"Blaine?" He looked around owlishly, obviously very confused. "What happened? How did I get here?"

"Rachel saw you walking towards the loft as she passed by in a taxi. She said you were staggering and seemed disoriented. You collapsed, and she brought you here."

"Rachel? I thought she was still out of town." He sounded so confused, and Blaine's heart ached.

"Mr. Hummel?" The doctor said, returning to the room then. "I'm Dr. Manuel, I examined you when you were brought in a short while ago. You are suffering from anemia and dehydration. Can you tell me the last thing you remember?"

"Um, I remember cutting myself shaving this morning. And then..." He paused to think about it. He looked at Blaine. "I was angry. We had an argument."

Blaine sighed. "It was my fault. I forgot his birthday. I'm so sorry, Kurt. I know you are still mad at me, but I was going to make it up to you tonight."

Kurt took his hand. "I know, I'm sorry I got so upset."

The doctor cleared his throat. "What happened after that?"

Kurt tried to recall what happened next. "I was getting ready for work. And then it was a crappy day at work, everyone in a bad mood."

"Santana said you left work early," Blaine prompted.

Kurt frowned. "I did? I-I don't remember that. I don't remember seeing Santana at all."

Rachel returned just then. "I just talked to Santana. She said you had been serving a customer, and suddenly you looked afraid, and told her you didn't feel well. After you left she went to talk to the customer, to see what happened, but they were gone. She didn't see them at all."

Kurt's frown deepened. "I don't remember any of that."

The doctor patted him on the shoulder. "Memory loss and confusion can both be attributed to extreme dehydration. Right now I am more concerned by the anemia, and the fact that your blood isn't clotting the way it should. I just got the preliminary lab results, but they've turned up nothing out of the usual. I should know more later when the rest come back. In the mean time, I want to keep you over night for observation."

The nurse finished reinserting the IV, and she and the doctor left. Rachel sat on Kurt's other side. "How are you feeling?"

"Confused. Embarrassed. Hungry." The last was said as his stomach growled. "I don't think I ate anything today, and I'm pretty sure I didn't eat much yesterday."

Rachel frowned. "Why not? I thought you guys would have had a big party to celebrate."

Both boys were silent, and didn't look at each other. After an awkward moment, Blaine sighed. "I forgot."

Rachel looked at him blankly, and then the meaning of his words sank in. "Oh. Uh, what about Santana?"

"She and Dani went to Martha's Vineyard for the weekend, but she sang to me Friday night. Thank you for the brooches, by the way."

Blaine felt even more guilty now for forgetting. None of Kurt's other friends forgot. "I, uh, I ordered Thai food tonight. I forgot to put it in the fridge before rushing here. And I got you a cheesecake assortment from that bakery on the corner."

Kurt smiled at him. "Sounds delicious. Better than what they'll probably serve me here." He sighed. "I'm sorry I got so mad at you earlier. I do understand how important this showcase is for you, for both of us."

And that just made Blaine want to cry. He really wanted Kurt to be a part of the showcase as well, but June absolutely refused. But maybe what June didn't know wouldn't hurt?

"Uh, actually, I wanted to talk to you about the showcase. I want you to be in it!"

Kurt's eyes lit up. "Really?"

"Yeah, of course! I wanted to surprise you with it. I haven't worked out all the details yet, but I really want to sing with you!"

"Blaine! That's so sweet!" Kurt tried to hug him, but the wires and IV's got in the way. Blaine kissed him instead, just a quick, chaste kiss. "I can't believe June agreed to it. I didn't think she liked me that much."

And that just stabbed into Blaine's heart. Now he really needed to convince June to let Kurt be a part of the show.

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Kurt was released from the hospital late Monday afternoon, with strict orders to eat five mini meals a day and drink plenty of fluids. He was placed on iron pills to increase his blood production, and was given a vitamin K shot. They still didn't know why his blood wouldn't clot.

He'd talked to his dad that morning, at Blaine's encouragement. Burt had been upset, naturally, but was just happy that Kurt was okay. Burt would be in DC later in the month, and would make arrangements to go up and see Kurt for a day or two.

Blaine kept fussing over him like a worried mom, and Kurt had to admit he liked the attention, but was worried that he might be being selfish. The two of them had talked a lot since last night, and he knew he could be something of a Diva (Divo? He wasn't sure of the proper terminology), and didn't want to put more strain on their relationship.

Blaine just shrugged that off. "I like taking care of you, and I don't mind if you are a bit bossy. It kind of turns me on," he teased, winking at Kurt.

"Really?" Kurt asked, his voice a little huskier than usual. "Well then, why don't you carry me to my bed."

Laughing, Blaine did just that, but to Kurt's dismay, only tucked him in. "You need sleep. Doctor's orders. I'll wake you up when dinner is ready."

Sighing dramatically, Kurt rolled on to his side. "Fine, but you owe me!"

Blaine just laughed and kissed his forehead. "Sleep."

He was exhausted, and sleep came quickly.

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He was on the dance floor, and someone pressed up behind him. He smiled, and didn't miss a beat as the person placed their hands on his hips, kissing along his throat. His partner maneuvered them off the dance floor, and into a dark corner, as their lips met in a heated kiss. He moaned and turned in the man's arms.

He felt his back pressed up against the wall, a leg pinned between his thighs, urging him to higher levels of arousal and desire. His fingers fisted in the dark brown locks of hair as the kisses grew even more passionate, if that was even possible. The need for air became too much and he pulled back, gasping, smiling up into those blue eyes.

Blue eyes. That wasn't right. The man grinned at him wickedly, and then Kurt caught a flash of fang as the man lunged for his throat.

…

Kurt woke up on a scream, sitting up and almost falling out of bed. Blaine came rushing in, and caught him, carefully helping him back into bed.

"What happened?" The hazel eyed boy asked.

Kurt frowned, trying to recall the details of his dream, but his mind was completely blank. "I-I had a bad dream, I think." His voice was shaky, breathless. "I can't remember it now."

"Shhh, it's okay," Blaine said, holding him. "It's been a rough few days for you. It's probably all the stress getting to you. I'm sorry I made it worse."

"No! No, it's not your fault. Really. I love you."

"I love you, too." Blaine kissed him softly before pulling back a little, noticing the bandage on his throat had bleed through again. "Your bandage needs changing."

Kurt frowned and reached up to touch the white gauze. They had put two stitches in his throat to slow the bleeding until his blood started clotting on its own again. He watched his fiance gather the items needed to care for the small wound, and allowed the dark haired man to replace the bandage.

When it was done, he pulled the shorter man down on the bed with him, wanting to feel his presence as he drifted back to sleep. For some reason, the thought of being alone terrified him.

…

Somewhere across town, Elliott sat watching the other vampires fawning over him, preening, trying to win his attention, but none of them could compare to Kurt. After seven hundred years, he thought perhaps he had found someone worthy of becoming his mate.

He had always been something of hedonist, always out for his own pleasure. But the passion welling up in Kurt nearly matched his own, and he craved it more than anything. He hadn't experienced anything like it since Serafina, the one who had given him this eternal life.

Would Kurt welcome eternal youth and beauty? Of course he would. And Elliott would give it to him, not that silly fiance of his.