A/N: Thank you for being so patient with this update! My two new stories have kept me on my toes (and I am SO excited to see some of you have followed me on there!) but I promise this hasn't been abandoned! Now down to business… a lovely anonymous reviewer mentioned (P.S to them I hope you got an account so I can thank you properly!) that I forgot to mention who our 100th reviewer was!

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Warning: Slight!Smut in this chapter.

Chapter Sixteen – William Cullen

We walked up the massive staircase, my hand trailing along the satin-smooth rail. The long hallway at the top of the stairs was paneled with a honey-colored wood, the same as the floorboards.

"Quinn and Puck's room… Will's office… Mercedes and Sam's room…" Blaine gestured as he led me past the doors.

He would have continued the tour but Will, who had heard us coming, appeared suddenly from within his office smiling briefly at me and apologizing for the interruption.

"Is it okay if I borrow Blaine for a sec?" he asked and he was so polite about it there was no refusing him if you paid me.

I stood outside patiently, staring at the door that Blaine had disappeared behind. A couple of doors down, like Blaine had explained, was Quinn and Puck's room. I wondered if that's where they were hiding but I wasn't curious enough to creep over and find out.

The door however was slightly ajar. While it was impossible to hear anything Blaine and Will might be discussing it wasn't as hard noticing that there were definitely raised voices coming over from Quinn and Puck's room.

I strained my ears just that little bit harder.

"Please babe, just let it go." It sounded a lot like Puck. Quinn's response to this was hard to decipher. She was speaking much too fast for me to understand what she was saying.

"Fine," Puck said, "But I'm going out to say hi."

It took me just that annoying little human second too long to react and realize that Puck was soon coming out to join me

"Hey Swan!" Puck said and my face flushed red the way it does when you realize you've been caught listening to something you weren't supposed to. Puck had closed the door behind him. "I thought I smelled human out here!"

He laughed comically but I stood silently not sure what to say. It didn't take long for him to reach my side.

"I'm sorry I didn't come down to meet you with the others. It's not that I don't like you. I think you're pretty cool for a human. It's just Quinn can be difficult. And sometimes she drives a hard bargain to get her way."

"So, no hard feelings then?" I asked just to make sure.

"Nah dude, of course not. How can I have it in for someone that has my man Blaine's best interests in mind?"

I thanked him and was reassured when he held out his fist for me to bump. We were out there standing on the railing talking for a fair while; Puck was a gamer and a Star Wars fan so I promised to verse him on their Xbox eventually and hold a Star Wars movie marathon with him sometime. He was pretty cool in a protective kind of way. I was having such a good conversation with him that I didn't notice Blaine sneak up behind me.

Much to my embarrassment, I kinda jumped.

"You know that's not fair!" I protested as he tried to hug me from behind.

"Please forgive me," he said quietly and then before I could respond he was tickling me mercilessly. Puck roared with laughter in the background.

"You two are like sappy teenagers from all those weird dramas the girls watch on television. Out there somewhere, fangirls all over the world are shipping you guys."

I smiled at him as Sam called out to Puck challenging him to a game of sorts. Puck bid me farewell and slid down the banister in a very Bart Simpson like fashion. Blaine shook his head. "Sorry about that. Puck sometimes isn't very classy."

"Says the man who almost tickled me to the death!"

"Hey, that was fun! You should have seen your face. But let's not haste… Will is hoping you might come in to chat with him?"

I agreed and he led me back to the room that he'd pointed out as Will's office. He paused outside the door for an instant.

"Come in," Will's voice invited.

Blaine opened the door to a high-ceilinged room with tall windows. The walls were paneled again, in a darker wood and most of the wall space was taken up by towering bookshelves.

Will sat behind a huge mahogany desk in a leather chair. He was just placing a bookmark in the pages of the thick volume he held. The room was how I'd always imagined a college dean's would look — only Will looked too young to fit the part.

"Thanks for coming in, Kurt," he said, rising from his seat. "I wanted to show you some of our history. I hope I wasn't interrupting anything was I?"

"Not at all."

"Excellent. Now—" He was interrupted by his pager and his face broke into a frown as he looked at it. "You're going to have to excuse me. One of the doctors isn't able to make his shift so they need me to call the hospital. I leave you in capable hands though Kurt. Blaine knows the stories as well as I do."

After another warm smile for me, Will left the room.

Behind his desk was a tapestry of what Blaine described to me as Will's hometown in the mid sixteen hundreds. I stared at image for a long moment.

"So how did Will find you?" I finally asked, staring up at Blaine, who was watching me. He glanced back to the paintings.

"He was working night shifts at a hospital in San Francisco, California when I was admitted there with severe head injuries. I was inches away from my life having been attacked in an alleyway by some men, quite like the ones who had approached you in Port Angeles, and I guess the thought of making a companion was one that had crossed his mind a lot. He had seen my file, knew my parents were long gone but he wasn't sure exactly how his own transformation had taken place so he was hesitant. But then he decided to try…" His voice, nearly a whisper now, trailed off. He stared unseeingly through the windows.

"Have you always stayed with Will, then?" I wondered.

"Almost always." He put his hand lightly on my waist and pulled me with him as he walked through the door. "I did eventually get a bit rebellious — about ten years after I was… born… or created or whatever you want to call it. I began craving human blood and I resented Will for curbing my appetite. So I went off on my own for a time."

"Really?" I was intrigued, rather than frightened, as I perhaps should have been and he could tell. I vaguely realized that we were headed up the next flight of stairs, but I wasn't paying much attention to my surroundings.

"That doesn't repulse you?" he asked.

"No." I admitted.

"Why not?"

"I guess… it sounds kinda reasonable." He laughed. We were at the top of the stairs now, in another paneled hallway.

"From the time of my new birth," he murmured, "I had the advantage of knowing what everyone around me was thinking, both human and non-human alike. That's why it took me ten years to defy Will — I could read his perfect sincerity, understand exactly why he lived the way he did. It took me only a few years however, to return to Will and recommit to his vision. I tried too hard to justify the lives I took. Like if I saved a girl who had been followed into a dark alley by a murderer then surely I wasn't so terrible if I took his life."

I shivered, imagining only too clearly what he described — the alley at night, the frightened girl, the horrible man behind her. And Blaine, Blaine as he hunted, terrifying and yet so comic book super hero.

"But as time went on, I began to see the monster in my eyes. I couldn't escape the debt of so much human life taken, no matter how I justified it. And so I went back to Will and Emma. They welcomed me back like the prodigal son. It was more than I deserved."

We'd come to a stop in front of the last door in the hall.

"My room," he informed me, opening it and pulling me through.

His entire back wall was a made out of glass and from what I could tell with the view we were much closer to the mountains then I thought. To the left of us there was wall was completely covered with shelf after shelf of CDs. His room was better stocked than a music store. In the corner was a sophisticated-looking sound system, and adjacent to it was a beautifully crafted pearl imbedded acoustic guitar. There was a king sized bed, wide and inviting, and oh dear God, from just looking at it, it was probably Egyptian cotton. The floor was covered with a thick golden carpet, and the walls were hung with heavy fabric in a slightly darker shade.

Blaine picked up a remote and turned the stereo on. It was quiet, but the soft jazz number sounded like the band was in the room with us. I went to look at his mind-boggling music collection.

"How do you have these organized?" I asked, unable to find any rhyme or reason to the titles.

"Ummm, by year, and then by personal preference within that frame," he said absently.

I turned, and he was looking at me with a peculiar expression in his eyes.

"What?" I asked nervously.

"I was prepared to feel… relieved. Having you know about everything, not needing to keep secrets from you. But I didn't expect to feel more than that. I like it. It makes me… happy." He shrugged, smiling slightly.

"I'm glad," I said, smiling back. "I was worried that you might regret telling me these things. It's good to know that isn't the case."

But then, as his eyes dissected my expression, his smile faded and his forehead creased.

I thought I could probably guess what was bothering him. "I hate to burst your bubble Blaine Cullen, but you're really not as scary as you think you are. I don't find you scary at all, actually."

My hands rested on my hips as he raised his eyebrows in blatant disbelief. Then he flashed a wide, wicked smile.

"You really shouldn't have said that," he warned, chuckling slightly. He growled a low sound in the back of his throat; his lips curled back over his perfect teeth. His body shifted suddenly, half-crouched, tensed like a lion about to pounce.

I backed away from him, glaring. "You wouldn't."

I didn't see him leap at me — it was much too fast. I only found myself suddenly airborne, and then we crashed down onto the bed, knocking it into the wall. He placed my arms over my head and pinned me flat underneath him. I couldn't move but I was still smiling, still proving to him that I wasn't scared.

He wasn't having that. He tightened his grip, and then bent down grinding his hips against mine and then being a tease as he playfully refused my lips on his.

"You were saying?" he growled even more playfully.

"That you are a very, very terrifying monster," I said, my sarcasm marred a bit by my breathless voice.

"Much better," he approved.

"Um." I struggled. "You do realize that wasn't me talking with my brain."

"Really now?"

"Yes… That was me talking with a different part of the human anatomy… one much further south…"

Blaine's grin was wicked. "Oh I see. You mean this one?" He finally let go of my hands but then used his free right one to palm at the stiffness of my erection.

I growled in pleasure.

"Jesus, Kurt. I thought I was the vampire in this relationship…"

He bent down and closed the small gap between our faces, kissing me hungrily as I used my now free hands to explore the expanse of his firm back, moving my hair through his curls which I had discovered as of late, was something he really enjoyed. He rubbed me through my jeans which were annoyingly uncomfortable.

"Uh Blaine," I said breaking the kiss which didn't stop him from sucking softly against my neck, "A little help here would be nice."

He didn't reply; he was too distracted with my neck. He did however manage to relieve some of the tension by loosening my belt and undoing the button on my denim jeans.

A sudden thought occurred to me as I realized what a luxurious bed I was on. "Blaine… I don't want to… you know… stain your sheets…"

He stared at me with lust filled eyes, "Is that the polite way of you asking me to suck you off? 'Cos you know, if I got all your come in my mouth, we could save the sheets that way..."

"Uh-huh," I agreed, my voice suddenly breathless, "Wouldn't want anything to happen to the sheets…"

He pulled my pants past my knees and then threw them somewhere on the floor with my underwear. He stared longingly at my naked length tracing the size of it with the tips of his fingers.

"Blaine," I whined.

He chuckled quietly before sticking his tongue out to lick at my erection. I moaned flinging my hands back above my head again as he sunk his mouth over my head and bobbed up and down lavishing my cock with his tongue. His hand pumped me in time to keep with the rhythm of his mouth and I could hear the sucking noises he was making as he sunk down deeper, his hands massaging my balls as they reached further south.

The combination of his hand and mouth were too much. But it was the sheer way he looked at me with his eyes that caused me to completely come undone. With his face full of come, Blaine had saved his sheets. I lay there spent and immobile before he hovered over me. My quiet panting must have sounded a lot louder than that to him though.

"Wanna taste?" he asked, his voice a little sultry from having sucked my cock. I nodded breathlessly and he bent down to kiss me poking his tongue in mine so I could suck at it and taste myself on him there.

I explored the plains of his chest this time, flicking my hand over a pebbled nipple which caused him to jerk ever so slightly in surprise. A smile broke into our kiss and I could tell it was something he liked.

Which was why I couldn't understand why he was pulling away.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Mercedes," Blaine answered immediately, "She wants to know if she can come inside."

I was going to ask him how he knew that but Blaine was pointing to his forehead which I understood to mean she was communicating telepathically with him. I sighed but not before I hastily put my jeans on. Blaine lightly hit my ass when I was done but before I could reprimand him we were joined by his siblings.

When Mercedes walked it was almost like she danced, her movements were so graceful. She reached the center of the room, where she placed herself in a seated position on the floor. Sam, however, paused at the door, his expression curious. He stared at Blaine's face, and I wondered if he knew what had just happened with his gift of sensitivity.

"It sounded like you were having Kurt for lunch, so we came to rescue him," Mercedes announced.

I stiffened for an instant, until I realized Blaine was grinning —whether at her comment or my response, I couldn't tell.

"Sorry, I don't believe I have enough to spare," he replied, his arms holding me recklessly close.

"Actually," Sam said, smiling despite himself as he walked into the room, "Mercedes says there's going to be a real storm tonight, and Puck wants to play ball. Are you game?"

This confused me. I get that they wanted to play baseball but I couldn't understand why they were waiting for the weather to storm up.

I noticed as Blaine's eyes lit up at the mention of his favorite sport, but he hesitated.

"Of course you should bring Kurt," Mercedes chirped. I thought I saw Sam throw a quick glance at her.

"Do you want to go?" Blaine asked me, excited, his expression vivid.

"Sure." I couldn't disappoint such a face. "Um, when are we going?"

"We have to wait for thunder to play ball — you'll see why," he promised.

"Will I need an umbrella?" All three of them laughed aloud.

"Will he?" Sam asked Mercedes.

"No." She was positive. "The storm will hit over town. It should be dry enough in the clearing."

"Good, then." The enthusiasm in Sam's voice was catching, naturally. I found myself eager, rather than scared stiff.

"Let's go see if Will wants to come." Mercedes bounded up and to the door in a fashion that would have had her win a diva sound off.

"Like you don't know," Sam teased, and they were swiftly on their way. He managed to inconspicuously close the door behind them.

"What position am I?" I demanded. I absolutely could not play at all but I was willing to learn.

"You will be watching," Blaine clarified. "We will be playing baseball."

I rolled my eyes. "Vampires like baseball?"

"Vampires like baseball," he confirmed.