AN: This is sooo short, it's literally 795 words. It's a filler, and the next chapter will be the first day they're at McKinley.

Warning: This isn't my best work. Really, it's not. It isn't embarassingly God-awful, but I didn't know what to write, and I was tired of holding of the story off for this one damn scene. So I give you this. Hopefully I shall have the next chapter up soon.

Important note: The Gem of Amara is a ring that makes a vampire invinsible. They can't be staked or decapitated, and sunlight doesn't effect them. There's technically supposed to be only one in the world, and supposedly this really grumpy and brooding vampire named Angel destroyed it. Yeah, we're going to ignore that part.

I awoke to Blaine's teeth at my neck. I threaded my hand through his hair, and was met with his bright eyes when I looked down.

"Hello, my love," he purred. "Ready for your present?"

I smiled, stroking his hair softly.

"Can it be an orgasm?" I asked, trying to keep my voice serious. He smirked, pressing light kisses up my neck as his lips traveled to my ear.

"It's not, but maybe, if you're a good boy, I could give you one. As a bonus, of sorts."

I gave a short laugh, and allowed him to pull me up.

"Oh Blaine, we both know I'm terrible at behaving."

His eyes darkened. I leaned in close, smirking against his lips.

"So, where do you want me?"

"Anywhere's fine," he mumbled against my lips. I laughed, and that brought him back to his senses. "Oh, you meant for your gift," he smirked. "The conference room."

I grinned, and hopped up to grab the outfit I had laid out. (Black, in case of potential bloodstains. You can never be too careful when it comes to Blaine's plans..)

After dressing (which only took five minutes, thank you) Blaine grabbed my hand, and seemed determined to drag me to the conference room. (It's where he holds 'bussiness' meetings, which basically amounts to alot of people dying in there.)

"Blaine! Slow down, we still have four hours until tomorrow comes!"

"Yes," he responded, "but I would like it very much if we spent three of those in bed together."

I laughed, and allowed him to open the door for me. We walked in, and all conversation ceased. I took in the sight of my high school yearbook laying on the table, with a stack of manilla envelopes beside it. I turned to Blaine wide-eyed.

"What's this?"

He smiled, and moved to open the yearbook. He pointed to the picture of my sixteen year old self, which, admitably, looked basically like I did now. My face was slimmer then it used to be, and I styled my hair differently, but as a vampire, I hadn't aged past the young seventeen I had been when Blaine turned me.

"This boy," he said, "was tormented throughout his entire schooling career. He was broken when I found him." Blaine smiled at me softly. "But he's not anymore. Kurt, you're so strong now, you can take on anyone, especially some ingnorant high schoolers."

That was sweet of him to say, really. But I would like to know what the point was.

"So..."

Blaine sighed.

"So, we're going back to you're old high school! You, me, Sam and Finn. I bought a house on the outskirts of Lima, Ohio, and the four of us are going to live there, and enter McKinley as juniors, and you can have the high school experience you've alway wanted!"

I must look shocked. I simply have to, because there are no words to describe how completely shocked I am. What the hell is he thinking? Where could he possibly get this idea from? I mean, he's thought up some crazy stuff before, like the time he wanted us to build a rocket-ship and be the first vampires to leave the Earth's atmosphere, but nothing like this. This is insanity.

"...and I've had Thad create us files and create background stories, and David found a way to replicate The Gem of Amara, so there's one for each of us, and...Kurt? Oh, sweetie, don't you like it?"

I smiled. It really would be nice to show Lima, Ohio exsactly what I thought of it and McKinley High.

"Of course I do, it's just so...unexpected-"

He shushed me, smiling knowingly.

"I know, but just think. You'll be the best at everything, now that you're a vampire. You'll get the best grades, be a star athlete, sing lead in the glee club, and have the trophy boyfriend by your side the entire time. I'll hold your hand in the hall, and walk you to class, and kiss you randomly by your locker, just like you wrote about back when you were actually in high school." He grinned, obviously thrilled at the chance to rub our relationship into other people's faces.

I decided to ignore the fact that he had just admitted to reading my teenage angst ridden human diary (I had already suspected he had anyway) and launched myself into his arms. I had more important things to think about right now.

Like what I would wear for the first day of school.

AN: I'm sorry, I lied, that really was God-awful. Let's pretend this story is like gLee, and call this my Blame It On The Alcohol. So bad, yet not quite bad enough to not continue.