AN: Okay, notes. This is still Kurt's POV. This is taking place on August 4, 2011. It's the start of the Glee kids' junior year. (Well, it should be their senior year, but I changed it. You can pretend Puck got them involved in some scheme that landed them in jail on the day they were supposed to take finals or something.)

Last chapter was a diary entry. This is starting right as Kurt finishes writing it.

IMPORTANT! Most of my vampire lore is from Buffy. (Though I alter it, because this is fanfiction and I can do whatever the hell I want.)

So, for those of you who haven't seen Buffy, here are some important points.

Things that kill vampires: a stake to the heart, exposure to sunlight, and decapitation. (Although I suppose that would kill most anything.) Crosses and holy water burn their flesh.

Awesome powers one has if they are a vampire: Advanced speed and agility (Though they aren't Edward Cullen fast unless they are really old, because apparently the older a vampire is, the more powerful they are.), and hieghtened senses, such as smell and eyesight. (They can see perfectly in the dark when they vamp-out.)

Other important notes/terms:

A slayer: a girl who is chosen to fight vampires, demons, and the forces of darkness. Their blood is powerful, and gives the vampire who drinks it strength. (I don't know why, that was never really explained.)

Vamping out: When a vampire is ready to feed, or gets super pissed, their face changes from human to demonic. (Basically, their teeth become jagged, and their eyes turn yellow, and their forehead scrunches up. Google Buffy. You'll find a picture.) (They can also just change their face for no reason at all, but they can't really control it if they are ready to feed or really mad.)

Note: Wiches are real. They are neither green, nor do they have wands and ride on brooms. They speak Latin alot.

Note: Magic is real. It varies in forms, but it can be totally evil. And pretty much anyone can figure out how to do it, though you have to be really powerful to pull off ceartain spells.

Note: There are a bunch of demons running about. They range from fabulous green kareoke-singing seers, to huge, hulking, 'destroy the world with my fists' types.

...That's probly it. If you get confused, you can ask me. I'll answer. (That was ridiculously long. I felt it important though.)

Warnings for this chapter: Implied sex and dark themes. I think that's it.

So, onward with the story we go. *Triumphant music*

"Kurt, darling?"

I looked up from my diary, a smile spreading across my face as I watched my boyfriend of thirty years walk over to me. He sat down on our bed, smirking and holding his arms open.

"Come here, sweetie."

I obeyed immediately, wrapping my arms around his neck and giving him a quick kiss. He grinned, biting his lip excitedly. I raised an eyebrow curiously. What was he planning? And was it good or not? Blaine's plans always either end up in total triumph or complete disaster. The guy has no medium. Once, he had it in his head that a road trip with six other vampires (five of which were turned before the 1900s, and insist on spending their undead lives as though they were still in that time period) would be fun.

It ended with Blaine pouring holy water all over Thad because he got drunk and felt me up. (Which was gross, although slightly funny. The guy needs to realize that 'you, sir, are really hot' doesn't work if you say it after coming up and groping a guy's crotch.)

"I got you a present," he announced, obviously thrilled with whatever it was he had done. "For our anniversary."

Well, that didn't seem too dangerous. I can't remember a single anniversary that wasn't amazing. A few years back, I was weak in the aftermath of this huge coven battle (Blaine was soooo pissed, when he saw the huge gash I had on my chest, he staked like, seven of his oldest aquaintences out of pure rage.) and Blaine went out and got me a slayer, and chained her in the basement with a bunch of decorative ribbons. He even coordinated the ribbons with the outfit I was wearing that day, so I wouldn't clash with the background in the pictures. He's just thoughtful like that.

So really, how can I deny him whatever it is? I put on my best excited face. (I've come to perfect it over the years. One day, Blaine will learn that I will never be interested in the world of sports.)

"What is it?" I asked, sounding alot more like an excited child than I had intended.

He laughed, standing, and nearly raced out the door, with me still in his arms. I muttered that I could walk perfectly fine on my own, but he ignored me, jumping over the stair banister rather than walking down the steps like a normal person. (I used to yell when he did that, but I suppose I've gotten used to it.) He finally put me down at the dining room table, and pulled out my chair for me. He snapped his fingers, and one of his lackeys (I have no clue what the guy's name was) hurried in with a small box, which Blaine placed carefully before me.

"Kurt, you know that I love you," he began, "and I know that you love me. But, for an honestly ridiculous reason, several people seem to think that this is impossible." He snapped again, and Sam and Finn entered, each dragging two rather smart-looking humans, arms bound and mouth taped shut. Blaine continued. "These gentlemen were overheard arguing that our love is invalid. I really think it's best that you hear this for yourself." He motioned to Finn, who quickly ripped off the tape covering one of his hostages' mouth.

Blaine adressed the man.

"Your name, sir?"

"Wallace Chang." He gasped, trying not to scream from the tape being ripped off. (It must have been painful, if the large red rectangle covering his mouth was anything to go by.)

"I see. And would you, Wallace Chang, kindly explain to my darling Kurt as to why you think I can't love him, and he can't love me?"

Great. I really wasn't in the mood to hear some stuffy Asian talk about how Blaine and I are gay abominations. I kept quiet though, since this seemed so important to Blaine.

The man's eyes steeled, and I could just tell he was going to be one of those uber-homophobes that firmly believed in what he was saying.

"We're waiting." Blaine sing-songed, though I doubted his expression was anything but playful. (I couldn't really tell, as he has been standing behing my chair ever since I sat down.)

Finn shoved the guy, who stumbled quite a bit trying to remain upright, much to everyone's amusement. (Well, to every vampire's amusement. The humans were decidedly uncheerful.)

The man finally decided to speak.

"You two cannot love each other. You can't love anyone; you're vampires. You have no idea what love is."

Well. That was unexpected. Also, it was really absurd. I knew plenty of vampires in love. Me and Blaine, those two lesbians he used as assasins, Sam and..., well, he had loved her, anyway.

"I asked you to open the box Kurt."

Shit, had Blaine been talking? Ah, well. It couldn't have been that important, probly a speech on the merits of our love or something.

"Are you alright, love?" He kissed the top of my head.

"Yeah, dude, you don't look so good."

I glared at Finn, who held up his arms in defense, which allowed his other hostage to try and run. Luckily, Sam tripped him, muttering something about how all tall brunettes are worthless. Which of course led to Finn arguing that atleast he had enough sense to know that lemon juiced hair would look stupid, and then Sam retaliated with something about thinking he could get another vampire pregnant...

I could practically feel Blaine's patience lessening.

"I'm fine!" I exclaimed, and they realized that shutting up was a good idea. "I'm going to open the box now, okay? Everyone just needs to shut it."

I carefully lifted the top of the small box, and gasped at what I saw inside. It was a human heart, perfectly removed from its body. It smelt really fresh, and, oh my Madge...

"It's still beating."

Blaine moved in front of me, smiling softly.

"It's a metaphor."

Of course it is.

"For us. Because even though we're technically dead," he took my hand, placing it over the box, close enough that I could feel it pulsating. "What we have, is real. It courses through us, and it gets stronger each minute. Our love is most definately alive."

"That's so romantic," I sighed, completely captured by his voice.

He grinned.

"I thought you'd think so." He kissed my cheek sweetly. "I'm going to have it enchanted, so that it keeps beating forever."

I smirked.

"That's good. It would be a bit depressing if our metaphoric love died."

He chuckled, offering his hand to me. I took it, of course. We strode to the hostages together.

"So," I said cheerfully, "any of you boys practiced in the magics?"

None of them said anything, although I suppose that might be because three of them still had their mouths covered with tape. I looked at them closely. The one without tape, Wallace, had his lips drawn together tightly. I can smell the herbs common in whichcraft on him. I looked over the other three, two men and a teenager, and...no way. Oh, this is perfect. I smiled coldly at Wallace.

"You are. I can smell it on you."

He didn't react at all. How very quaint.

"It's alright. There's no way I'd trust you with my heart." I turned to the teen. "Your son, however..."

Ah. There was the reaction. The man's eyes widened, as did his son's. They have the same eyes. Blaine motioned for Sam to remove his tape. Sam did, and pushed the boy forward.

"What's your name, little Chang?"

"Wesley."

"No way."

That was Sam.

I raised an eyebrow.

"Wallace and Wesley Chang?" They both gave a stiff nod. "Cute."

I looked at Blaine, begging him with my eyes. He smiled, and motioned for me to go ahead. I smiled, and quickly kissed him, before returning my attention to the humans.

"You," I pointed at Wesley, "will enchant the heart over there so that it beats forever. Or I," I pointed to myself, "will kill him." I pointed to his father, smirking. "Understand?"

The boy nodded.

"Great. Thank you, Wesley. Be sure to tell Sam here if you need anything."

Sam stepped forward, giving Wesley an awkward pat on the shoulder. The teen pulled away, and went over to the heart. He sighed, looking me straight in the eyes.

"If I do this for you, will you let him live?"

I cocked my head slightly.

"Maybe. It's worth a shot, don't you think?"

The boy drew a shaky breath.

"I need a spell book."

I smiled triumphantly.

"Of course, Wesley."

Sam rushed out of the room, I assume to get the book. I turned back towards the where the other prisioners were, just in time to see Finn hustling the two who still had tape on their mouths towards the stairs. I turned to Blaine.

"Where's he taking them?"

He smiled, reaching out to cup my cheek.

"Our room. I figured we could show them how in love," He smirked, kissing my left cheek, before sliding his nose along my jaw and down my neck, "we truely are."

I shivered as I felt his lips brush against his mark.

Usually the little fang holes made when a human is turned into a vampire fade after a few months, but Blaine has always been adament about keeping them visible. It's just one of his things. He likes to make it known that I'm his, and nobody else's. (For weeks after the roadtrip, he was completely obsessed with pda whenever Thad was around.) He kissed the mark, before pulling away slowly.

"Go ahead to our room. I must have a word with Finn about interupting my grand romantic gestures."

I rolled my eyes, but kissed him anyway.

"Fine. Try not to cause any serious damage, he's the only one who can reach the top shelf in the library."

He scoffed.

"That doesn't excuse the fact that he's an idiot."

"Blaine..." I said in a warning tone. "I need my romance novels."

"No you don't. You have me." He reached over to give my ass a sharp smack. "Now go upstairs and wait for me."

I huffed in fake annoyance, but went anyway, being sure to stomp my feet a bit. (Not in a childish way, just enough to get the point across.) I heard him give a low growl.

"You better enjoy walking while you still can, Kurt. I can promise you that you won't be leaving our room for several hours, at least."

I shivered.

I hope Finn says something stupid so Blaine will get fed up and do whatever he's going to do quickly.

AN: I...am slightly embarrased at how emotionally attatched to this story I have become. It's my favorite that I've written/am writing.

Anyway, as you can see, Finn and Sam are vampires. So are Thad, David, and the rest of the Warblers (minus Wes).

So, Blaine is all leader-y, and is extremely possessive of Kurt. And Kurt is all submissive to Blaine, but is completely capable of taking over and controlling others. This dynamic intrests me. Imma explore it more.

Thoughts?