AN: Okay, just so you all know, Blaine's vampire followers/posse/groupies/whatever live in an abandoned motel about ten minutes away from Blaine, Kurt, Sam and Finn's obnoxiously large house. So that's where David and the Warblers and Wes are.

Also, and this is totally my fault because I never outright said it, Wesley Chang from chapter two = Wes. He's just not a vampire.

Chapter Warnings: Murder and smut. That's basically all this chapter is, with a bit of Kum (lol) bromance and Finn being clueless. *sigh* I feel like I'm indulging myself.

Blaine had dragged Finn, Sam and me to Wolfram and Hart after school the next day, and refused to say anything to any of us. Except for when Sam and Finn got in an argument over something about zombie nazis and I asked him if zombies were even real, since I'd never seen one and he snapped and threatened to tie us all to the roof for the rest of the ride if we didn't shut up. And then a few moments later when he said he wouldn't actually tie me to the roof, just the other two.

When we arrived he led us to his office, before pulling on one of his bookcases that lined the walls to reveal an elevator, which Sam nerded out over for a few minutes. I rolled my eyes fondly, before following Blaine and the others into the elevator. I am in no way ashamed that I screamed and threw my arms around Blaine when it suddenly dropped much, much faster than elevators tend to, seeing as Finn did the same, only he literally jumped into Sam's arms. I didn't get much time to enjoy it though, because the moment I looked around the dungeon-like room on the other side of the elevator doors, I was busy attacking Blaine's mouth with my own.

"Thank you. Thankyouthankyouthankyou!"

He laughed, grabbing my waist and pushing me back against the wall, before bringing his lips to my neck. I saw Finn and Sam roll their eyes and walk further in to the room, and clutched at Blaine's shoulders.

"Mr. Anderson?" a tentative voice called out from behind a door to our left.

Blaine sighed, and let go of me.

"Wait with Finn and Sam, darling. I have to sign a few things in regaurd to...space usage." I nodded giving his lips a quick peck.

"I love you."

"I love you too, babydoll."

Of course, Finn and Sam started the moment he was gone.

"Babydoll? That's new."

I just ignored them. It wasn't new, actually, it was one of his favorite names for me. He just didn't typically use it in front of Finn and Sam, for obvious reasons. I walked to the center of the room, taking in the sight of the back wall.

Here's the thing about Blaine. He's a pretty nice guy, considering he has no soul and all. I mean, he loves tourture and grand scemes of evil as much as the next vampire, but he's always been really picky about it. He doesn't like to kill super-innocent people. It just doesn't bring him much satisfaction. He likes criminals, and rapists, and severe homophobes. He likes making people who make other people suffer, suffer as well. He likes being a dark-knight sort.

That doesn't mean he cares about all the problems in the world or anything, he just has a type. You know, a victim type.

I looked at the four boys cained to the wall in a row. Deffinately his type.

I felt hands grasp my shoulders, and I didn't even have to turn to know it was Blaine.

"Which one is the ringleader?" he asked softly. I gestured to the one second from the right.

"Him."

Blaine's fingernails dug into my shoulders lightly as he looked over the boy. He turned to Sam and Finn.

"Unchain him."

I did turn to look at Blaine now, and raised an eyebrow curiously. He smirked.

"Take the gag off too."

Sam and Finn did as they were told, though the confusion was evident on their faces. Blaine stepped towards him, and I watched in fascination.

There's just something about Blaine like this, something special. It's different from when he killed monotone-guy yesterday. He's angry, yes, but he's calm. He isn't just doing this quickly out of a fit of rage, he's planned ahead. He knows exactly where this is going, and he's completely confident in every move that he makes.

It's simply gorgeous to watch.

He just over the guy, who had slouched down against the wall the moment he was released. Suddenly Blaine's shoe had connected with the guy's stomach.

"Stand up."

The guy scrambled to his feet, leaning against the wall for support and breathing heavily while he clutched his stomach.

"What's your name?" Blaine asked casually. Or, you know, as casually as you could ask a guy you'd just kicked anything. The boy didn't answer, so Blaine grabbed his arm and spun him so he slammed face-first into the wall.

"I asked what your name was."

"J-Jace." The boy stuttered. Blaine waited patiently for a moment, before sighing and rolling his eyes.

"Jace what?"

"Walker," the boy gasped out. Blaine nodded, as if he was having a simply normal conversation.

"Blaine Anderson," he said, offering a hand to Jace, before sighing and retracting his hand when the boy just glared at him. He turned to me.

"Could you get Jace a knife please, darling?"

Two hours later, Jace was a sobbing mass on the floor, and the other three were sagging against the wall, listlessly awaiting death. The boy to farthest left had the word ginger carved all over his body. The one in the middle had fatass, and the one to the right had small dick. Blaine crouched down by Jace, and gently pried the bloody knife from his hands. Jace looked away from him, but Blaine turned his head to the three boys before them.

"You see what you've done Jace? Look how much you've hurt your friends, all for things they can't control." He strode over to the wall, and Jace had the sense to follow him with his eyes. "Eventually, it will become too much, and they'll simply give up, and quit fighting." He smiled softly. "Sometimes, someone will come along and save a person who's reaching their limit." He met my eyes, and I knew he was talking about us. About how he saved me when I was ready to give up. I probally looked exceptionally love-struck, but I didn't care. Not even Finn would be stupid enough to say something when Blaine was in this mood. "Pick one to save, Kurt."

"The ginger boy," I said quickly. He was the smallest, and was the only one of the three who hadn't harassed me when he wasn't with the group. Blaine nodded, before grabbing the boy, and tearing him from the wall, the chains being ripped out from their sockets. He threw the boy to Sam.

"Go bandage him up, and get David to come get him. If he can't, then insist Wesley do it. We don't need anyone losing control and changing him."

Sam nodded, before picking the boy up and carrying him God-knows-where. Blaine turned back to Jace, and threw the knife down in front of him. Jace looked up at him questioningly. Blaine smiled.

"Why don't you see how far you can push before your other friends decide to throw in the towel?"

I smiled, checking myself over in the mirror. Blaine had stayed at Wolfram and Hart even after Jace's friends had bled to death, and Blaine had killed him. He had to go over budgets or something. He said he'd be home at ten, and it was nine fifty-five. I sighed, glancing over my outfit again. The tight, long-sleeved leotard does wonders for my torso, and the almost as tight black pants made my ass look fan-fucking-tastic, but it wasn't quite right. I looked like a sexy cat-burgler, and as lovely a look it is, being a cat-burgler would suggest I was in charge. I don't want to look like I'm about to tie him up; I want to look ravishing. I sighed again, losining my belt, ready to attemt to find another outfit. Then I saw myself in the mirror. The pants had slipped down to rest at the top of my thighs, showing enough for it to be obvious that I was wearing an honest-to-God leotard. I raised my eyebrows at myself, before running my fingers through my hair to mess it up and slipping on a sparkly black vest and tie. I grinned, spinning and trying to get a 360 view of my body.

"Hey Sam?" I called, hoping to get his opinion on my outfit.

"Coming!" He yelled from downstairs where he and Finn were playing one of those video games they were always harassing me to try. I listened to two pairs of footsteps bang up the stairs and sighed. Of course Finn would come along as well. "What's going, oh Blaine's getting lucky."

I smiled, giving them a twirl. Finn was busy looking away awkwardly, while Sam just watched like me twirling around in reavealing outfits is a daily occurence. (It's more like a weekly occurence.)

"Do you think Blaine will like it?" I asked hopefully. I mean, I highly doubt he'd be against me in a potato sack, but I wanted to make sure I looked really good. After all, he just abused his power as the head of Wolfram and Hart's Westerville branch just so he could cause as much pain as possible to a few guys who were mean to me. I want to show him how much that means to me. It meant a lot, so therefor I must look absolutely perfect.

"He'll love it, especially the skin you're showing. Just enough to be alluring, yet not so much that you look like a grade-A whore."

I grinned at Sam. It's taken years, but I've finally trained him to where he always knows what to say in any wardrobe situation.

"You really think so?" I asked.

"Totally. Blaine's going to flip out when he sees you."

I grin, clapping my hands excitedly.

"Fantastic. Now I just have to set the stage.."

"Need any help?"

I turned to him with wide eyes.

"You...are my best friend."

He laughed.

"And you're mine. Besides, you helped me dress for that time when, well, that time."

Finn pats his shoulder awkwardly. Even he knows how bitter Sam is about the whole debacle last year. I quickly grabbed my i-phone from my desk, and held it out to him expectantly.

"You set up the speakers. Finn, you put rose petals on the bed. I have to work out a few kinks in my dance routine."

Sam nodded, still frowning slightly. Damn, I hope he doesn't get all depressed again. Life's no fun without watching Sam and Finn argue. I mean, I have to do something when Blaine is off making with the evil.

"I thought you said Kurt and Blaine knew all the kinks?" Finn whispered rather non-steathily to Sam. I felt my eyes widen.

"ROSE PETALS FINN!"

Thank God for vampire speed, because I barely managed to push Finn and Sam out the room by the time Blaine had arrived. I smiled to myself, surveying the room. Everything is perfect.

"Kurt?"

I ducked behind the closet door, suddenly nervous. What if he was tired, or not in the mood, or didn't like Beyonce? I've never danced just for him. Why did I think this was a good idea? I should've just laid out on the bed. He'd like that... maybe I can text Finn to distract him so I can make a run for it. Yeah, that could work...

"Sweetheart, I can sense you. Come here."

Okay, enough. If you've been with a man for over thirty years and can't give him a show, then there's something wrong. I'm being ridiculous; Blaine loves me.

I stepped out slowly.

"Hi, Blaine."

His eyes widened as they looked over me.

"What's all this for?"

I smiled, stepping closer and watching intently as I trailed my fingertips across his chest.

"You. Cause you abused your power for me." I looked up to meet his eyes. "It's only fair I do something for you in return."

He smiled at me sweetly.

"I'd do anything for you, regaurdless of reward or consequence." He kissed me softly, before pulling away and roaming my body with my eyes again. "But, after all the trouble you went through, I don't see any reason to refuse the former." His voice was rough, and when he kissed me again it was a lot harder. I pulled back after a moment.

"I, um, I put together a dance routine. Well, I didn't put it together as much as I copied videos, but I just, um, go over there!"

"What?"

I pushed him towards the bed.

"Sit. It's going to freak me out if you're just standing there." I gave him an expectant look, and he quickly sat himself on our bed. I turned so that I was facing away from him, and bit my lip nervously before pulling the speaker remote (thankfully it's slim) out of my pants pocket. I pushed play, and bounced a bit on my feet as I waited for Beyonce's voice to start.

And then I danced.

I stopped when I turned around though, as Blaine was no longer on the bed. If he just up and left I swear to Madge I will stake him. After I finish crying. Oh shit, crying is so going to smear the eyeliner...

"Blaine?"

I suddenly felt hands on my waist, and a split second later I was flying across the room and landing face-first on the bed. You know, he's really lucky he has good aim, because Sam and Finn would never let us hear the end of it if he broke my nose during sexual escapades. I didn't have much time to dwell on that though, seeing as he was straddling my ass and had his lips at the back of my neck almost the moment the bed and I made contact.

"Do you even realise how much you turn me on?" he growled, thrusting his obvious erection against me. His thumbs were rubbing circles on the skin visible above my jeans.

"I have an inkling," I murmured. This is fantastic, I'm sexy as hell.

"Tell me what you want, Kurt."

"Anything you want to give me," I sighed. This is familiar territory now. I can work with this.

He grabbed the beltloops of my pants and yanked them down roughly.

"You have the cutest little ass, you know that?" He smacked said body part for emphasis.

"I know," I smirked. He grinned, flipping me over so I was facing him, before connecting our mouths harshly. He eventually pulled away to lick and suck at my neck. I gasped, clutching at his back and trying to pull him closer. "Blaine, please." He chuckled darkly.

"You're so desperate for it, and we haven't done more than heavy petting." He sat up, placing his hands at the collar of my leotard before pulling and ripping it clean in half. I glared at him the best I could, considering he dropped down to make little love marks on my chest.

"Blaine, do you know how hard it is to find mens' leotards? They haven't been in high demand since the Richard Simmons days. I'll have to order online if I want a new one."

He sat up, looking at me sternly. I whined a bit at the loss of contact.

"Kurt, do you want to complain about your damn leotard, or do you want me to fuck you?"

I felt my eyes widen.

"I'd like to be fucked, please."

He smirked, reaching over to grab the lube form on top of our bedside table.

"That's my boy. I knew I was more important to you than clothes."

I sniffed. He's just lucky he didn't ruin the vest.

"Did you prep yourself?"

I scoffed, giving him a look of disbelief. Like I would ever not prep. He raised an eyebrow.

"Don't get an attitude, I was just checking." He smiled, leaning down to line up at my entrence and cover my body with his. "I just don't want to hurt you, baby."

And in he went.

Blaine and I fit together perfectly, if I do say so myself. And he's amazing at sex. Not that I have much to go on, him being my one and only and all, but he's amazing at everything he does. He's also very sweet when it comes to the actual act. I mean, except for when he gets irrationally jealous or is really mad about something. (Why do you think I put up with Finn and Sam as much as I do? They piss Blaine off a lot.)

"Blaine," I groan. "Harder."

He complies, teeth at my neck the entire time. Holy hell I'm close.

"You're close, baby, I can tell." He brings his lips to my ear. "Come for me, angel."

I was never one to disobey. (You know, him. I don't really listen to anyone else.) I assume he came right after me, because as soon as I regained rational thought I could feel his come, you know, in me. (Being vampires, we don't have to worry about aids or pregnancy. Not that we'd have to worry about pregnancy anyway.)

He quickly hopped up and ran to our bathroom, and soon returned with a wet washcloth. I grinned, waching him be so gentle and loving as he cleaned me.

"I love you."

He smiled softly, throwing the washcloth in the bathroom's general direction.

"I love you too." He grinned, crawling over me. "And now that I've done the whole 'overly careful' thing, we can get on with round two."

I shivered happily, and reached up to pull his face down to meet mine.

Vampire stamina. Gotta love it.

AN: That wasn't really sexy smut as much as it was amusing smut. *sighs in defeat* I kept trying to make it sexy, but then Kurt and Blaine were all "bitch, please. We've been together for thirty plus years, we will mix in bickering like a married couple if we damn well please." Grrrr. You just wait until I get Kurt either on the Cheerios or to do The Cellblock Tango with some of the girls. Or I make Blaine jealous. Shit goes down when Blaine gets jealous.

Oh, also, I'm going to totally create a couple slayers to come after Blaine's branch of WaH. Just for the heck of it. (What should I name them? I'm thinking a slayer trio.)

Anyway, review. I should probaly come up with some clever way to ask that, but it's like four in the morning, and I don't give a fuck.