"Blaine!"
Kurt darted into the road faster than he should have, pushing Blaine out of the way before the car could hit him and succeeding in sending Blaine flying over while the car span out of control.
"You idiot!" Kurt screamed. "You could've been killed, you ignorant -" Kurt froze, the scent of Blaine's blood suddenly being the only thing he could smell.
"Ow," Blaine whined, sitting up and bringing a hand up to his head where there was sticky red blood trickling out of the graze he now had forming. Kurt closed his eyes and breathed deeply, trying to control his thirst. Blaine looked up at Kurt, hazel eyes meeting blue ones, as the reality of what just happened set in. "Oh my god..." He muttered, tears spilling out of his eyes faster than Kurt could keep up with.
Kurt tried his best to ignore the scent of Blaine's blood and knelt down next to him on the floor, unsure of what to do. "Hey..." He said softly, but the sobbing teen didn't react. "Blaine..."
"You saved my life," Blaine choked out, looking up at Kurt with tear stained cheeks. "You don't even know me...you could've been killed yourself!"
"I..." Kurt shook his head, unsure of how to justify his actions as he himself wasn't sure why he'd saved his life. "Let's go get you cleaned up." He said, helping Blaine off the ground and leading him back inside and into the bathroom.
Blaine sat on the counter while Kurt got some tissue and wet it a little before stepping in between Blaine's legs and gently wiping the blood from his face. The teen hissed when the wet tissue touched the cut on his head, squeezing his eyes shut.
"Stop being a baby," Kurt teased, trying to lighten the mood a little, only Blaine didn't laugh. Sighing, Kurt threw the bloody tissue away and started again with a clean one, wiping Blaine's tears away with his thumb. "I'm sorry...about before. I honestly didn't mean to come off as rude, I just..."
"It's fine," Blaine sniffed, opening his eyes and looking at Kurt through watery irises. "I think you just made up for any bad impression I may have had about you before."
Kurt swallowed before letting out a little cough and removing the tissue. "And we're done."
Blaine hopped off of the counter and turned around to look in the mirror, frowning at the gash he had just below his hairline. "How the hell am I supposed to explain this to my mom..." He wondered aloud.
"It'll be gone in a few days," Kurt replied, washing his hands thoroughly as he could still smell Blaine's blood on them. "Speaking of your mom, shouldn't you be getting home?"
"Yeah," Blaine sighed. "Um...could I by any chance...get your number?" He asked, turning around to face Kurt.
"Oh...I don't...I don't have a phone." He replied, biting his lip.
"Oh," Blaine said, disappointment evident on his face. "Well, um...will I see you again?"
Kurt smiled a little. "You know where to find me." And with that, he left the bathroom, leaving a slightly shaken Blaine in his wake, the teens heart beating wildly in his chest.
Blaine sighed shakily, following Kurt's path out of the bathroom, only he was nowhere to be seen. He managed to find Wes eventually, tapping his friend on the shoulder.
"Wes," He said as his friend turned around. "Can we go?"
"What the hell happened to you!?" Wes exclaimed.
"I'll explain later, can we just go? Please?" Blaine begged, finally succeeding in leaving the nightclub with his friend.
Kurt, on the other hand, had picked out a random person at the club, dragged them to the alleyway beside it and sunk his teeth into their neck, wildly sucking the life out of them. It was a relief to finally have human blood coursing through his veins, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't Blaine.
Growling at the thought of the teen, Kurt bit into his victim harder, covering their mouth to stop them from screaming out until they were too weak to do anything but submit. He continued to suck the blood from them until he got to the last drop, the last heartbeat...the last breath.
Pulling away, Kurt's victim dropped lifelessly to the floor. Kurt leaned his head against the brick wall, breathing heavily as he swallowed the last of the sticky red blood, a fair amount of it surrounding his red lips.
Kurt was so screwed. Not even blood could get the hazel eyed teen out of his head, and he was slowly going insane. He knew Blaine would be back for more after their conversation in the bathroom, and he knew that when the teen returned...he wouldn't be able to resist. He was going to make Blaine his.
He had to have him.