Hello readers! This is a pretty short chapter, I just wanted to post this one, because it was the only place it kind of made sense to break it up from the next one? Enjoy!

Chapter 11

Blaine woke first, and attempted to stretch but found he couldn't. Kurt's arms were wrapped around him and every time he tried to move, they tightened. As much as Blaine liked being in Kurt's arms, he was really busting for a pee, and so he reluctantly woke Kurt.

"Kurt?" Blaine asked, turning to face Kurt's peaceful face. Kurt's eyes opened sleepily, and a smile grew on his face.

"Morning," Kurt nuzzled into Blaine's neck. Blaine bit his lip,

"Uh, this is nice and everything… but I really gotta pee," Blaine said. Kurt looked up.

"Oh," was all he said. Blaine looked confused.

"So can you let me go?" Blaine said. Kurt smirked.

"Nope," he said mischievously. Blaine pouted.

"But Kuurt!" Blaine whined. "I really gotta go!" Kurt just shrugged, and even tightened his arms.

"I'll pee right here," Blaine threatened. "Right beside you; all over the bed." Kurt's eyes widened, and he quickly removed his arms.

"Go, now." Kurt said, but Blaine didn't move. He wore a smirk on his face now,

"You're more comfortable," he said, as he moved closer to Kurt, wrapping one leg around Kurt's. Kurt tried to move backwards, but Blaine was holding on to his shoulders. Blaine relaxed his face, and sighed exaggeratedly.

"Blaine! Get off! Don't you dare!" Kurt shrieked, as he managed to get Blaine loose. He sat back against the headboard, and tucked his legs up. Blaine grinned, but got off the bed and padded towards the bathroom.

"Good lord, how old are you…" Kurt tutted at Blaine, who turned.

"How old are you?" he fired back. Kurt simply rolled his eyes and pursed his lips. Blaine laughed and headed into the bathroom. As Blaine stood over the toilet, he thought back to the conversation Kurt and he had had last night; Blaine was glad to get everything out in the open. He flushed the toilet, washed his hands and walked back out into the room.

Just because Blaine had talked about himself feeling not-good-enough, didn't mean the feelings would go away. Blaine pursed his lips as he saw Kurt standing in the middle of the room, still shirtless. His boyfriend's body was lithe and slender, every inch of the skin porcelain, unblemished and smooth. He had a six pack, but his abs weren't over exaggerated as they often were with body builders. The light hints of muscle that wrapped his arms and legs further proved his point; Kurt looked like a god. Especially when he stood in the sunlight that was streaming through the window. Kurt gave a grin and stretched, oblivious to Blaine's thoughts.

"So, what do you want to make for breakfast?" Kurt asked. Blaine stepped forward, trying to hide his self-consciousness of his own body which was threatening to overwhelm him. Kurt met him, and wrapped his long arms around him and pulled Blaine in for a hug.

"You smell so good," Kurt murmured against Blaine's neck. Blaine smiled and kissed a line under Kurt's left ear, making Kurt giggle.

"Can we have pancakes?" Blaine asked. Kurt nodded, and pulled Blaine by the hand into the kitchen, before he dropped to his knees and rummaged around in the cupboards.

"Got it!" Kurt straightened and showed Blaine the box of pancake mix they had bought the day before. Kurt pulled out a pan, while Blaine got out a large bowl. Blaine ripped open the mix packaging, sending wisps of the powdery-fine mix everywhere. He swore, and Kurt laughed, as some got on Blaine's nose. He stepped forward, and licked it off.

"That was horribly cliché," Blaine said, grinning.

"Well I won't do it again then," Kurt said, smirking. Blaine rolled his eyes, and went back to the mix, as he poured some water into the bowl and stirred it. Kurt turned the heat on, and left the pan to warm.

"What do you normally put on your pancakes?" Kurt asked, as he stood with the pantry doors open.

"Uh, fruit, nutella, butter, syrup... Anything really, I guess," Blaine said. Kurt nodded, even though Blaine couldn't see it. He grabbed the syrup and nutella from the pantry, and set them on the table. He moved to the fridge, and saw some already-cut-up strawberries. He grabbed those and set them on the table also. Kurt poured some juice and set up the plates, and then turned to meet Blaine back at the oven where he was then cooking the pancakes.

"Ready when you are," Kurt said, as he mock saluted Blaine. Blaine grabbed his hand and pinned it to his side as he leaned in and gave Kurt a quick peck on the lips. Kurt pursed his lips,

"You taste like pancake mix." Blaine laughed, as he dipped his finger in the bowl and trailed his finger along Kurt's jaw, leaving a wet trail of the mix in its wake. Kurt pouted,

"Hey!" But Blaine leaned in and licked it all off, sucking a hickey as he finished.

"I happen to like it," Blaine said with a wink as he grabbed a spatula and flipped the pancake.

The two sat down at the table, a steaming pile of pancakes on the plate between them.

"Are we going to finish all these?" Kurt asked, looking at the pile with disbelief. Blaine shrugged and grabbed one. He put nutella and some strawberries on it, before picking it up and taking a bite out of it.

"Nice manners," Kurt smirked. Blaine simply licked some nutella off his lips, winking at Kurt.

"Tease," but Kurt grabbed his own, and ate it slightly more dignified. As Blaine finished his pancake, he looked up at Kurt.

"So can we talk now?" Blaine asked. Kurt shook his head.

"Pancakes now, talk after." Blaine frowned, but reached for another pancake.

"I don't even know why I have nutella; I've never had it before." Kurt said offhandedly. Blaine froze, and put his pancake down on his plate.

"You've… you've never had nutella before?" Blaine asked, his eyes wide with disbelief. Kurt shook his head, and made to take another bite of his pancake, but Blaine stopped him.

"Stand up," Blaine ordered. Kurt did so, looking at Blaine uncertainly. Blaine offered the jar of nutella to Kurt, who took it. He looked up at Blaine, with a wry smile. Blaine cocked his head.

"What are you thinking… I know that look…" Blaine said, taking a step back. Kurt stepped forward innocently, dipping his finger in the chocolate. He shot forward, smearing some along Blaine's neck and collarbone. Blaine stood against the fridge, laughing at Kurt.

"I want to try it like this," Kurt said grinning, as he moved in. He dipped his head, and licked some of the chocolate off Blaine's collarbone. A moan shot out of his mouth, as he moved to another spot, cleaning all the chocolate off.

"Holy shit, this stuff is amazing," Kurt gasped as he brought his hands up and braced them against the fridge beside Blaine's head. Blaine looked down, smiling, until he caught the wild look in Kurt's eyes.

"Kurt?" Blaine said, but Kurt didn't respond.

Kurt was going crazy, the chocolate was overloading his already crazy senses. It had been a good two weeks since Kurt had last hunted, and this was driving Kurt crazy. He had thought it was manageable, until he starting sucking and mouthing at Blaine's neck. He found, to his horror, that he could no longer ignore the blood rushing through Blaine's veins and his heartbeat that was pounding like a drum. Kurt licked the chocolate off of Blaine's pulse point, and then sunk his teeth in. Kurt let loose a loud moan, as he bit into the soft flesh again. Blaine let out a yelp of pain, as his hands moved to try to push Kurt back. Kurt was immune, as the first trickle of blood hit his taste buds.

"Kurt!" Blaine yelled, hands now pounding on his chest. Kurt was finally brought back to reality and he stepped back, his eyes filled with horror at what he had just done. Blaine brought a hand and pressed it against his bleeding neck, as he looked at Kurt shocked.

"You-you bit me!" Blaine yelled, breathing heavily. Kurt bit his lip, wringing his hands together nervously.

"I-I…" was all Kurt managed, before he shot out of the kitchen and into the bedroom and into the bathroom. He locked the door, before slumping against the wall. A tear made its way down his face.

What have I done…

Blaine stood still against the fridge. He moved his hand from his neck and looked at it, the scarlet liquid dripping from his fingers.

"He bit me…" Blaine murmured to the now-empty kitchen.

Am I going to be turned now? Blaine thought exasperatedly, Because this is not really how I pictured it to happen…

Oh-hoh! Cliffhanger? Please review!