A/N Okay, so I got called the Queen of Cliffhangers for that last chapter! I'll accept that title, although you all know you are just as guilty! So, does anyone think they know who the final force is that is after Kurt?

Reviews always welcome!

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As Blaine rushed down the hall, he could hear his fiance screaming. He doubled his speed, and nearly stumbled as he turned into the door. The sight that greeted him was something out of a sci fi thriller.

Sebastian and Elliot were rushing towards Kurt, who was slowly being lifted into the air by an unseen force, but the moment the two males touched the pale man, they were thrown back, slamming into the walls.

Blaine ran towards the man he loved, but it felt like he was running through quicksand. He reached out to grab Kurt's hand, but it was just out of reach.

"Don't touch him!" A familiar voice called from the still open door. "Fang one, Fang two, I suggest you leave now before you both suffer a terminal sunburn!" Blaine didn't look to see if the two vampires left, but assumed they had. "Young Burt Reynolds, step back now!"

Something cold and wet flew over Blaine's head, drenching the glasz eyed man suspended in mid air. The moment the liquid touched Kurt, a blinding white light flashed through the room, and he fell to the floor at Blaine's feet.

Once his vision cleared and he could see again, Blaine dropped down beside him, terrified that he wasn't moving, but as he pulled him into his arms, he could feel the other man shaking, and realized his fiance was shivering and crying silently.

"It hurts! Oh Gaga, it hurts!" Kurt sobbed.

"Oh, Kurt! Where does it hurt, baby?"

The pale man whimpered. "Everywhere! Make it stop! Please!"

Another form knelt down on the other side of Kurt. Sue Sylvester seemed to be fighting to keep some kind of emotion in check at the pale man's words. "I'm sorry, Porcelain, if I had known this was happening I would have come sooner. Madame Leona only contacted me last night."

The countertenor just whimpered, seemingly unaware of the woman's presence as he clung to Blaine. The dark haired man looked at her. "Madame Leona?"

"Yes, she was looking for a powerful Vodun practitioner who could help protect her client. I'm one of the most powerful in the country. How do you think I won so many cheer leading championships? One good curse on the competition, and winning was as simple as a series of back flips, bucket tosses and a distracting dance performance."

Blaine probably would have asked a million questions validating that story, but right now only had one thing on his mind. "What did you pour on Kurt? And can you take away his pain?"

"Holy water and salt. It's only a temporary solution, though. Once the magic realizes Kurt is an atheist, or he dries out, he'll be caught in it's grip again. But, it has the added benefit of canceling out the vampire blood he ingested."

Blaine didn't know what to make of that statement. "What do we do now?"

The blond woman looked him straight in the eye, and he had never thought she looked more terrifying. "Now we find out who is doing this to him, and take the bitch down."

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Kurt was only vaguely aware of what was happening around him. He felt cold, as if he'd been submerged in ice water. He was shivering so hard, and he hurt everywhere, as if a million million needles were jabbing in to him at once. Even breathing hurt. If- WHEN he survived this, he was going to find out who was doing this and pull every hair out of their head, one at a time! And then he was going to poke them with a needle over and over and over until they begged for mercy! He was pissed!

He let out a soft moan as something was rubbed into his skin, providing some relief from the icy pain. He heard his fiance speaking softly to him, and wanted to reply, but was still in too much pain to form words. He heard another voice, one he knew he should recognize, but again the pain was the only thing he could focus on.

"I'm sorry, Porcelain," the familiar voice spoke close to his ear. Was that Sue? "This is going to hurt, but trust me, it won't be nearly as bad for you as it will for whomever has dared to attack you. I am going to use their connection to you against them, rebound their own magic back on them."

He didn't understand what she was talking about exactly, but if it meant who ever was doing this would suffer what he was suffering, he was all for it!

"Will this show you who is doing this?" He heard Blaine ask.

"Not directly, but it will leave a mark that you should notice if you encounter the person. Now let me concentrate..."

Kurt felt a hand rest over his heart, but wasn't certain whose it was. "Take a deep breath, Porcelain. Good. And again, I'm sorry..."

It felt like a sledgehammer slammed into his chest. There was no oxygen to be had. His body bowed off the floor. From somewhere far away he heard someone scream, and knew it came from his attacker. The pain drained away, leaving him weak and exhausted. He felt someone lift him up, and then he was gently placed on the bed.

"I love you," He heard Blaine whisper, and felt his fiance place a kiss on his forehead, before sleep claimed him.

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Santana followed the two vampires after Sue ordered them out of the apartment. She didn't think Blaine had even noticed her presence, so focused on Kurt as he had been. Which is as it should be, she thought.

She knew the vampires were aware of her presence, so wasn't surprised when they stopped on the corner and turned to look at her. She walked right up to them and slapped Elliott hard across the face.

"That is for daring to think you could touch Kurt."

Sebastian smirked at the other man. The smirk quickly vanished, however, when she punched him in the stomach. "And that was for daring to think you could control me!"

Elliott smiled at the feisty woman. "I only wanted to make him happy."

"Kurt is happy, or he was until you interfered. You and who ever the bitch is that is attacking him. He didn't deserve any of this!"

"Why do you care?" Sebastian asked.

"What?"

"Why do you care so much what happens to your friend? You act like nothing affects you, yet you care so much about what is happening to Kurt. Why?"

"He's my friend."

"But there is more to it. Tell the truth. Why do you care so much what happens to him?"

The truth. What had Madame Leona said? The price would be a truth, and that she would not be the one to collect the debt. It seemed it was time for the debt to be collected.

Sighing, she let her shoulders slump. "I used to dabble with the Ouija board. My freshman year of high school, I summoned a spirit. She was frantic, worried about her son, who she feared would kill himself. She begged me to protect him at all cost. I promised her I would make sure he was okay, but she wasn't satisfied with that. So I made her an offer. I let her share my body now and then so that she can watch over him. We've merged so many times, I feel the same way she does about Kurt."