Author's Note: So, I've been having trouble getting this out and all typed up. I've been kind of blind sighted with Kurtbastian and anti-Blaine stories, blah blah, so the inspiration to write this has been kind of dull. Also, school and band is kicking my butt. It's my senior year so I'm trying to figure what it is that I'm going to do with my life. It's really confusing me and I have no idea what I'm doing anymore.

I'm sorry that this has been affected, but I am not giving up on this story. It will be seen to the end.

"I just want to try and understand," Kurt explained, not letting Blaine push him around. He was tired of Blaine's attitude and so sick and tired of ignoring it. He did not care what Blaine thought about him, but it was getting in the way of everything else they needed to be worried about. He was also tired of having to run around to find Blaine when he needed to talk to him. it would figure that Kurt would find him skulking around in an empty music room, avoiding everyone in the house, believeing that everyone would just deal with his shit and leave him alone.

Blaine scoffed, "You act as if it's any of your business," he retorted, walking up to Kurt in an attempt to intimidate him. But Kurt was done with Blaine getting away from explaining. Just because no one else dared to push Blaine didn't mean that Kurt had to follow those same unspoken rules.

"I heard what Sebastian said, contrary to your belief, I'm not an idiot. And I do think it's my business since I'm here and expected to trust you, but I don't know anything about you and no one will tell me anything," when Blaine only glared back, as if that would stop him, Kurt continued, 'You think I'm cliché and frail because I made a few mistakes in my life. My short life might I add. And it's namely the mistake that did not put me in a good light that has you pissed off at me. I don't think I can count how many times you've declared that you think I'm pathetic because of that. I get it," Kurt emphasized, "But what about you? From what I have heard, you're no better."

Blaine steeled himself, "What the hell are you even talking about?"

Kurt smirked, "A vampire with an insatiable lust for blood who doesn't even bother with a name first. When all you were concerned about was the blood, not if a person was an innocent, never doing any wrong if they could help it. A quick fuck to get off and sate the thirst while you're at it. I bet you had fun doing it too, feeding off their fear. That rush was possibly the best thing about it, keeping the blood hot against your lips and as it was draining down your throat," Kurt watched Blaine with an icy look, "It's transpired so many times before, I can't even count. And do you know the biggest fucking vampire cliché of them all? After they've spent a few years fucking and killing?"

"Shut up," Blaine growled, clenching at Kurt's shoulders, pushing him back until he hit the nearest wall. Kurt let himself be manhandled, knowing that this was the reaction he was going to get, "You don't understand."

Kurt barked out a laugh, being intentionally cruel, "Kill a little girl? Too innocent and doll like to stomach the fact that you murdered her before she even knew life. Live out the rest of your existence in pain and agony," Blaine's eyes flashed but that wasn't it, Kurt continued, "No, no, you wouldn't change for that. Of course you would go for the even bigger cliché. You found a human you couldn't kill. Fall in love even? Then one night you lost yourself and the next minute they were dead," Blaine's eyes went like ice, blue and frozen over, nearly white. Kurt had seen those eyes more than he wanted to in his lifetime, he wasn't going to be daunted by them, but his voice softened in sympathy, "You most likely fed more, hoping that would be sufficient to stop yourself."

Blaine's grip tightened, "Shut up, just stop," he bit out, but this time it went without the demanding, it was weak. His eyes wouldn't meet Kurt's and they were ever so slowly fading back into brown.

"But it wasn't enough and before then you were so gone. So used to doing things one way. That there really wasn't any control. Inside, you didn't truly have it controlled. And it killed her."

Kurt finished and the room was deathly silent. Only the sounds of Kurt's breathing pervaded the room.

Blaine's grip loosened and he moved to the side, falling unceremoniously onto the floor, one hand resting on his forehead as if he had a headache that wouldn't go away.

"I loved her," he breathed out heavily, as if gasping for the breath he didn't need.

Kurt fell beside him, shifting so that he was more in front of Blaine than on his side.

"What was her name?" Kurt asked softly.

Blaine replied monotonously, "Sofie, her name was Sofie," he laughed, bitter and tired, "All these years have gone by and I still remember her name, her face."

"What was she like?"

"Kind," Blaine shook his head, "Too kind. Wouldn't hurt anyone or anything, even if they deserved it, she was too forgiving. I don't know how she was able to be like that. She uh, she had a bastard of a father. He had a fondness for whiskey and smacking her around. She didn't leave him. Back then, if they weren't married off, the daughters took care of their fathers until death. She stayed with him," he cursed, throwing his head back against the wall, "So stupid, but I was in love with her," a sigh, "Before her, I didn't feel anything, not really."

Kurt nodded and continued to listen.

"She, she had this long hair, curling and nearly black, and such beautiful eyes. You could never tell if they were blue or gray, sometimes they would be green."

"She sounds very beautiful. I am sorry that you lost her like that."

Blaine focused on Kurt again, "Are you really?" He snorted, "You got your answer, nice job at figuring it out."

Kurt ignored the last part, "I am. I know what it's like to lose someone. Maybe not like that, but I think I can empathize with you for the most part."

"And who did you lose?" Blaine asked half condescending, half curious.

"My mother. She died when I was about eight. I remember her though."

"I can only guess how she died," the words didn't come out biting so Kurt only nodded.

"She hated hunting, so much. Especially if she felt, or just knew, that the vampire wasn't guilty or doing anything wrong. She didn't think that it was right to kill vampires if they weren't causing any harm," Kurt gestured around him, "Vampires like all of you. Who don't kill humans for the sport of killing. She told me that at a young age. Even tried to prevent my dad from sending me out to train. Said that I didn't need to be exposed to something like that. I never really wanted to be a part of the 'family business' as my dad called it and she knew that and didn't want me to be forced into it," Kurt shook his head, tossing away tears that threatened to spill, "It was just supposed to be a simple trip. Get in, kill, and get out. The numbers were misinterpreted and there were too many of them. She was strong, but not strong enough to hold out against all of them who attacked. Most of them were rouges, strong and bloodthirsty."

"I refuse to believe that, even after your own mother was killed like that, you could just walk away from it all. Even right now you're not hostile, never really have been, to any of us. We're vampires," Blaine emphasized, "Who killed your mother. And you walked away still believing that there was good in something like us. Hell, you didn't hate me right away just because I was a vampire. You hated me for what I was doing and saying."

Kurt shook his head, "Yeah, I was angry," he shrugged, "Who wouldn't be? But I didn't go into a rage and blame the misdeeds of rouges on every vampire. If anything I kept my mother's words even closer to my heart after her death. And, like I mentioned before, every vampire under this roof does not deserve to be killed just because they're a vampire. No one is doing anything wrong. They're just living out their existence. Not hurting anyone. So I see no reason for mindless murder if there's no just cause."

"You really are just that fucking nice of a person aren't you," Blaine scoffed to himself and Kurt bristled at the comment. Kurt just felt like he had the humane decency to have some kind of moral ground to stand on, nothing more. "I think I hate that most about you," Blaine admitted quietly, continuing to explain to Kurt why, "Sofie was like that. Too good for her own safety. She never saw in black and white. She saw behind it all. The grays, the colors in between, she saw it all."

"It's not as terrible a weakness as you make it out to be," Kurt whispered, someone hesitantly, "Honestly tell me, would the world be better off if there weren't some people to see the good in it? I know that the world isn't all sunshine and happiness. I know that, but just because it's not all good, doesn't mean that it's all bad either. I know it can be hard to see it, but relying on that an individual is inexorably evil, and then the world would be in greater chaos than it already is," Kurt sighed, "I know it all sounds too good to be true. That, no matter what the universe throws at you; a person can still take someone on face value, or at least attempt to, and give everyone a chance. It's hard. Trust me, I know. It just takes time."

Blaine laughed, "It's a good thing I have all the time in the world. I don't think I'd get to that level of thought with only a handful of human years," he shifted so that he was sitting on his knees in front of Kurt, rising a couple of inches above where Kurt was sitting criss-cross on the floor.

Kurt smiled, "No, I don't think you would," he watched Blaine lean forward a bit, hand rising up to lightly grip the side of this throat, thumb tracing over the skin.

"Right now I kind of want to try kissing you again," Blaine looked down on Kurt, gaze shifting from his eyes to his mouth, as if he couldn't control which one he was looking at.

"Why?" Kurt's asked shakily, barely a whisper, and he mentally kicked himself.

"I want to see how it feels when I'm seeing you like this."

"Like what?" Kurt's heart was racing and he knew Blaine could hear it, the blood rushing through his body, heated with the proximity of their bodies.

"Like I'm seeing who you are for the first time," his thumb was still making indescribable patterns on Kurt's skin and he could feel the flush of warmth under his fingertips, the flutter of his heartbeat. It was intoxicating, "Can I?" He asked, desperate for an answer.

Kurt nodded, and the next thing he registered was Blaine's mouth on his. It wasn't hesitant, but it was gentle, like he was mapping out his lips, trying to ingrain them into his memory. Kurt's hands moved to grip Blaine's shoulders, keeping him centered when Blaine deepened the kiss, lounge divulging into his mouth and Kurt was lost in it, pushing back with just as much fervor as he could. He could feel Blaine's other hand resting on the side of his face, angling their kiss so that they were flush together, melting into each other.

Blaine pulled back first, conscious of the fact that Kurt did have to breathe and he took in his flushed appearance, cheeks decorated a light pink, lips colored red, eye lashes fluttering against glazed eyes. He kept his hands where they were, lazily touching Kurt's skin. He watched as Kurt moved closer, pulling Blaine back in for another kiss and cursed when he heard someone banging on the door.

"Dudes, meeting," called Puck from the other side of the door, "We've got to get this thing going."

Author's Note: Yep, crappy ending and I really didn't know how I was going to write this chapter exactly, but I did it. Please drop by a review. And thank you all for still reading this.