A/N Sorry I haven't been posting as often as I used to, life has been pretty hectic. Had an eye infection that lasted a few days and made it hard to type. Then hubby got sick, probably from the stress of losing his job. And then I went back to work when school started last week. My allergies seem to be worse than usual this year, too, and the medication I take makes it hard to concentrate some times.

Reviews always Welcome.

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Elliott was getting frustrated. He'd gone back to the hospital a few days ago, but Kurt had been discharged. He'd tried to visit Kurt at his loft, but had been unable to enter the building. Someone had placed powerful protections to keep him out. He'd seen several people come and go from the loft, including the roommate, the fiery Latina, the fiance, and what he assumed was the parents, but not Kurt.

He was considering approaching the roommate, Rachel, and inquiring about Kurt again, but she didn't seem to be home much the last two days. And then today, a dozen more people showed up. He overheard them talking as they approached the building. It seemed Rachel would be appearing in the opening night of a revival of Funny Girl tonight, and they would all be there, including Kurt. This might be his chance to get the beautiful man alone, and learn what is happening.

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Blaine was unusually quiet as all the New Directions talked excitedly about their friend's debut. He hadn't told Kurt about what Sebastian had said the other night. He still didn't want to believe vampires were real. He'd questioned the other man about this vampire prince he'd talked about, what he looked like, what his name was, but all Sebastian would tell him was that he had blue eyes.

Unfortunately, lots of people had blue eyes, including Kurt. But Kurt had mentioned the color blue a lot while under hypnosis, so that actually made sense.

The conversation around him finally seemed to penetrate his thoughts.

"So, what is going on with Kurt?" Mercedes asked. "And why didn't anyone tell me he was so ill?"

Blaine realized she was talking to him, and frowned. "It's complicated. Santana could probably explain it better."

The black haired girl frowned at him, but turned to the dark skinned diva. "Kurt has been attacked by two vampires and an unknown entity, most likely through the use of Voodoo. Snake venom has been introduced into his system, causing hemophilia and anemia. He's recovering well for now."

The others just looked at her in silence for a moment. It was Brittany who broke the tension. "Someone is hurting Blaine's dolphin on purpose? Why?"

"We don't know for sure yet. All we know is that the unknown entity is female, while the two vampires are male. Madame Leona has placed protections around the building, and on Kurt himself to protect him from the vampires, but who ever the female is, she's very strong, and Madame Leona isn't sure if the protections will hold against her."

Blaine was surprised that none of the others appeared to question the supernatural twist, and he had to wonder if his doubts were based on his own beliefs, or if he was influenced by what June said repeatedly about Kurt faking this.

He'd been mildly surprised when June hadn't been upset when he had told her he was taking the night off from rehearsals to go to Rachel's opening night. She was actually happy that he was going, which was strange, because she threw a fit anytime he tried to take time off for Kurt. He still didn't understand what it was she didn't like about his fiance. She was still trying to push him towards Sebastian.

His thoughts were once more interrupted by Mercedes. "If it is so dangerous for him, and he's still so weak, should he really come to the show tonight?"

"I don't care how dangerous it is," Kurt's voice sounded from behind them, and they all turned to look at the paler than usual man leaning against the post that served as part of the partition that separated his bedroom from the rest of the loft.

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Kurt looked at the faces of all his friends. He'd heard every word of their conversation. "I am going to Rachel's opening tonight. I refuse to remain here alone. And besides, I am going stir crazy staring at these walls!"

Mercedes and Tina rushed over to hug him. "We're just worried about you, Boo. We want you safe!"

Kurt hugged her tighter. "I'll be fine. I have the charm Madame Leona made for me, and I'll be with all of you. I won't be left alone for a single moment. No vampire will be able to get near me. And as for the other, well, there's no guarantee they won't be able to attack me here, and if I am with all of you, at least you'll be able to help me if there is an attack of some kind."

The others all murmured in agreement and moved to hug him as well.

He glanced over at Blaine, who looked up at him, and gave him a small smile. Kurt knew there was something his fiance wasn't telling him, but wouldn't push just yet. Blaine would tell him when he was ready. The question was, how upset would he be when his hazel eyed lover finally told him the truth?

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They'd had a nice chat as they ate dinner and then got ready to go out. Kurt was still feeling weak, and had to stop and rest a few times while getting dressed, and only agreed to let Santana style his hair when she argued that it would take him a week to do it himself.

He was grateful when they got to the theater and reached their seats, and he could sit and relax and save his strength. He sat between Mercedes and Blaine, who was on the isle. He felt certain the two would keep him safe while he enjoyed the performance.

He wished he knew who was doing this to him, and why. Who could possibly hate him so much? What had he done to deserve this? He'd been trying to think of anyone he could have offended so badly they would want to harm him, possibly even kill him, but he could not think of a single person he'd pissed off that much.

The lights flashed, signaling that people should take their seats, as the show was about to start.

Kurt had to admit, Rachel made a great Fanny Brice, and the audience seemed to agree with him. Before he knew it, it was time for the intermission. Blaine had stood, and Kurt followed him into the suddenly crowded isle. They had been holding hands, but the crowd somehow managed to pull them apart. He felt Mercedes at his back, so didn't panic at losing sight of Blaine.

Someone bumped into him from the side, and he felt a curious tug at his neck, but didn't think too much of it. A hand snagged his through the rush of the crowd, pulling him forwards and to the side, and he sighed in relief, turning to smile at Blaine, but it wasn't his fiance.

He started to open his mouth to protest, but glowing blue eyes ensnared him.

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Elliott grinned triumphantly as the auburn haired beauty slipped under his thrall, and he lead him out through a side door that lead to a crawl space under the stage. No one was in there at the moment, and it was sound proof. Perfect.

He turned and looked at Kurt, but frowned at what he saw. The pale man was even paler than usual, and he had bags under his eyes, and was clearly exhausted from their trip through theater. He was much weaker than Elliott had thought. There was no way he could take the other man's blood with him in this condition. He needed the beautiful man to be as strong as possible when he initiated the turn.

It took three simultaneous blood exchanges to turn a person. This meant that Elliott had to feed Kurt his blood as he drank from the glasz eyed man on three consecutive nights, but at the moment, Kurt didn't have enough blood in him for the first exchange. There was only one thing for him to do. He'd have to give Kurt some of his blood to clear any trace of venom from his system, and help the man grow strong enough for an exchange at another time. The advantage of this would be that he'd forge a mental bond with Kurt, and would no longer need to capture his gaze to enthrall him. Kurt would respond to his mental call, especially now that he no longer had that protective charm around his throat. It had been a simple matter to influence one of the strangers in the crowd to remove the offending necklace.

Smiling, Elliott bit into his own wrist, drawing blood, before raising it to the other man's lips.

"Drink, my precious one. Drink and grow stronger."

The vampire let out a soft moan of pleasure as Kurt began to feed.

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"Damn it, where is he?" Blaine all but shouted, frantically looking around for his fiance. They had gotten separated in the crowd trying to reach the mezzanine, where the restrooms and refreshment stands were situated. Blaine hadn't been too worried at first, since Mercedes had been right behind Kurt, and he knew she would make certain Kurt was okay.

But when she had managed to make it to where Blaine was waiting for them, Kurt wasn't with her.

"I thought he was with you!" Mercedes said again, tears forming in her eyes. "I saw him holding your hand, and then someone pushed between us, and you were both gone!"

"Everyone just calm down!" Burt said. "He has that charm, he'll be fine! He probably just got lost in the crowd."

"There he is!" Brittany said, pointing off to their left, spotting the familiar auburn hair in the crowd.

Blaine sighed in relief as Kurt reached them, seemingly unharmed, and looking much better than he had earlier. His fiance had more color in his face, and he seemed less tired.

"Kurt! Where were you?" He asked, the fear and worry obvious in his voice.

Kurt smiled ruefully. "After I got separated from you in the crowd I lost my balance and got pushed down into one of the rows of seats. Fortunately, someone spotted me and helped me up. Elliott helped me get to one of the less crowded doors, and I only just spotted you all."

"Elliott?" Santana asked, voicing Blaine's question.

"Yeah, you remember the guy from the audition? There he is." He pointed to the tall man moving towards them.

Blaine frowned at the man. He looked familiar, but Blaine couldn't recall where he'd seen the man before. He was dressed in nerdy chic, with black framed glasses and a beanie.

"Hi guys! I'm Elliott Gilbert. It's a small world, isn't it? I saw Kurt stumble and get knocked over. I was worried about him, after what happened at my audition."

Carole smiled at him. "Well, thank you, Elliott, for helping Kurt, that was very kind of you."

"it was nothing, Ma'am. I was just very glad to see him doing so much better. I admit I was kind of scared when he collapsed that day."

Kurt smiled at him. "I never did get to tell you how amazing your audition was. Unfortunately, due to my current situation, I'm afraid I won't be able to form my band at this time after all."

"Don't worry about it, Kurt. I'm just happy you are alright. And while it would have been great to be in a band with you, maybe we could still be friends."

"I'd like that!"

Blaine wasn't too happy with that, but didn't say anything. There was something about this Elliott guy that didn't sit well with him, but maybe it was just because he couldn't stop thinking about what Sebastian had said the other night. The taller man seemed harmless enough, but the two vampires were still out there. What if Elliott was one of them?