Blaine Anderson was a vampire and a powerful one at that. Vampires were essentially the rulers of the supernatural world, with the Anderson family right on top. Better yet, they were greatly feared and revered in their world, making their silent, unofficial reign an especially easy and stress free one.

The Anderson coven was special in that they had certain abilities beyond that of the normal vampire standards. They had the increased speed and strength, compulsion abilities, immortality, and mating standards that all vampires had, but they were gifted by the Gods with special traits as a bonus. Some of the other powerful covens had some of the same abilities, but none were even close to being as powerful as theirs.

The Andersons each had their own "power" that was unique to them. Xavier had the ability to Travel, which was essentially the same thing as teleportation, Andrea was able to Heal, and Cooper was a Reader, something that he tended to use to his unfair advantage for much of his life. Blaine was no exception to the Anderson's specialties. He was what they called a Visionary. He could look into a person's eyes and see bit and pieces of their future. People with Blaine's power were especially rare, and he was held high in the eyes of all because of it.

His power was another reason he loved being a teacher. He could see snapshots of what someone was going to one day become and he could help them reach that to the best of his ability.

Blaine loved everything about being a vampire. Everything except the blood, that is.

Now, it wasn't that he hated the taste or the feelings and freedom it gave him. No. Those were actually things he didn't mind. What he hated was the way he had to take it. Everyone knows that vampires bite humans and drink a bit of their blood for the same reasons that humans eat food. It's necessary to survival, but Blaine could definitely do without it.

To him, the "satisfaction" that most vampires got when they captured their victim and pierced them, taking what they wanted with abandon, was such a disgusting feeling. To him, feeding off of someone who had no way of fighting back was much like rape, or something as equally awful. And because of that, he hated who he was.

Their race used to have slaves that they took blood from, but once the High Council passed a new proclamation and blood slavery was banned, vampires had to hunt for their food. There were a select few humans that knew of the existence of vampires, and many chose to give themselves over to the creatures as willing victims for them to drink from. These people were hard to find most of the time, though.

Blaine absolutely resented the fact that he had to hunt down an innocent victim every so often and cause them pain beyond belief. He always compelled them to forget once it was over, but he knew that they often remembered the pain and agony of being his meal, even if they didn't know where it came from.

He tried to find Donors as much as possible, but the population of people who actually knew that vampires were real was quickly dwindling nowadays.

Because of those factors, he stretched feedings as much as possible. Twice a month was how often he feed. It didn't keep him all that strong or fast, but it kept him alive, which was what mattered most.

Blaine actually wasn't born a vampire. That was probably the main reason he hated hurting people; he was forced into learning to in order to keep himself alive.

The man was turned fairly recently. 9 years ago, to be exact. He was turned on his twenty-first birthday while at a bar celebrating with some friends. The memory of the night of his turning was very hazy at best, probably because he both had a lot of alcohol in his body at the time and he tried to forget as soon as he had awoken from death, but he remembered in excruciating detail what the pain of being bitten, drained, and turned was like. Every now and again phantom memories of that night would creep up on him and he'd be left an absolute wreck.

He didn't want anyone to have to go through that, especially not at his own hand.

Once Blaine had come to accept his new life and it's need, he realized that he had literally all the time in the world to accomplish everything he'd ever dreamed twice over. The thought of his eternal life fascinated and excited him to no end. He didn't have to worry about time or death, and he practically had the whole world in his hands.

As soon as he had control over his new vampire instincts and understood his new found powers, he set out to finish his Education degree at NYU. Not long after, he packed up his things and returned home to Westerville to visit his real family for the last time and begin his career as a teacher. For a few years he could only score jobs as a sub and once a semi-permanent sub for some woman on maternity leave. Despite this, it didn't take long to find his current job, which was a math teacher at William McKinley High School. He only had a one year contract with them at the moment, but what mattered was that he had a job that was constant and something that he enjoyed doing.

What he didn't enjoy, however, was the fact that he would be teaching one mister Kurt Hummel this year.

He had nothing against the teen personally - he didn't know anything about the boy - but the Anderson's warned him about the Hummels when he told them of his decision to move back home to Ohio. They weren't violent people by any means, but they would get revenge on people as they saw fit. Blaine being a vampire and an Anderson to boot made him an easy target for their years of pent up rage.

Before Blaine was turned, the oldest member of the Anderson clan, Joshua, Blaine's creator, had come into contact with the Hummels on a trip to their home. From what Blaine was told, there were some choice words exchanged between the families that had angered Joshua into a fit in which he ended up harming Elizabeth, the wife of the Hummel's leader, Burt, and in the end caused her to die a few days after the exchange. The Hummels grew even farther apart from the vampires than they already were, vowing that should they ever come into contact with one again, he would be severely punished on behalf of the entire family of vampires.

It was about a year before Blaine was turned that this happened, yet he still slightly feared what the Hummels would do to him should they ever meet.

The Hummel family belonged to an extremely rare race of supernatural beings called the Seelie. They were a cheerful, energetic bunch that was few in numbers but large in heart. They were mischievous and playful, tending to be solitary creatures and only associate themselves with one another. They had no sort of wings like some other faerie species and closely resembled humans. The Hummels were part of the sparse group that decided to live life like normal humans to get away from some of the hardships that the Faerie kingdom had brought upon in recent years. They were extremely beautiful creatures, so delicate and pure, and handled everything life threw at them with ease.

Except for the Andersons, that is.

Blaine knew that being around Kurt was going to be a difficult task, both for him and the boy, but he hoped more than anything that he could get the faerie to see that being a vampire wasn't who he was, not completely at least, and it wasn't something that he enjoyed in the slightest.

He was determined to at least do that much.

Once the final bell dismissing school had rung, Kurt packed up his things and shot out of his seat hurriedly, trying to get out of the room and away from the vampire as soon as possible.

Before he could do so, however, Mr. Anderson's voice rang out strong and clear, "Mr. Hummel, could you please stay after class a moment?"

Kurt's steps faltered, but he reluctantly hung back by the teacher's desk. He looked at the ground, studying the tiles beneath his feet, keeping a vice like grip on his bag strap, not uttering a word or daring to look up or behind him at the monster that he knew was there.

Mercedes stopped by the door for a moment.

"Kurt, I'll catch you in a bit for our movie date?" She sounded concerned for her friend, knowing well that he didn't do too great around new people.

"Oh, um, yeah. I'll meet you at the Lima Bean in an hour or so?"

"Sure, sounds good. See you then." Her gaze shifted to the man behind Kurt. "Later, Mr. Anderson." Mercedes waved to the two people before leaving the room.

Once the last student left the room Blaine hesitantly walked from his place near the window over to Kurt. "You don't have a bus to catch, do you?" he asked. Kurt bit his lip. Lie you idiot, he might let you go.

"…No," Kurt whispered. Fuck, you stupid fucking idiot. Blaine clapped his hands together loudly.

"Great!" he exclaimed. "I wanted to discuss some things with you, if you're okay with that?"

Kurt shrugged and Mr. Anderson took it as a good sign. After closing and locking the door for good measure and feeling that Kurt had stiffened in alarm, he stepped in front of Kurt and crossed his arms with a sigh.

"You're gonna have to look at me if we want this to work," he said softly, trying not to startle the teen.

Kurt squeezed his eyes closed a moment, gathering the strength to do so, before reluctantly turning his head up to look at the vampire in front of him.

"Look," he said, drawing in a deep breath, summoning courage. "Whatever you have to say, I don't want to hear it. You and you're kind are ruthless monsters that I have absolutely no respect for. You kill without thinking of the consequences and that goes against everything I stand for. Consider whatever "relationship" you want us to have to have ended before it began." Blaine stood rooted to the ground, not knowing a way to retort to that without making the teen mad.

"Kurt," he began after a moment, "I understand your feelings toward my kind and you have every right to feel that way, but you need to understand that I hate being a vampire." Blaine could sense the shock along with distrust and disbelief rolling off the faerie.

"You honestly expect me to believe that?" Kurt spat angrily, disbelief evident in his tone. "You really expect me to think that you hate the power, the extended life, and the joys of killing?" He scoffed crossing his arms and looking away. Blaine sighed.

"Yes. Yes, I do expect you to believe that. There isn't one thing that I prefer about this life more than my old one," he paused and sucked in a small breath. "Kurt, look. I wasn't born a vampire. I was turned; forced to become this… this repulsive being. I didn't choose this by any means, either, before you pull that card."

Kurt was now facing him, his face twisted in confusion and something Blaine couldn't quite put a finger on. "I was human once," Blaine continued. "And I would give anything to be able to be one again. It pains me to even think about hurting others, and I've never killed anyone. I only eat twice a month or less because of how much I hate hurting innocent people." He moved to sit at his desk and motioned for Kurt to sit in the one in front of his, knowing that this conversation was probably going to last a while. Kurt remained standing, but took a spot in front of the desk.

"Okay, but you're an Anderson. The Andersons don't just turn people," he said recounting from stories his dad had told him.

He knew that the Andersons were a strong coven of vampires that had their own specialty in the way of powers, and he also knew that they were a group that didn't just choose someone to become one of their own out of the blue. To think that someone of the coven decided to turn Blaine was odd, and Kurt honestly didn't believe him.

Blaine chuckled in his seat.

"Someone didn't get the memo, then." He crossed his arms and looked back towards Kurt, who refused to meet his gaze. "I was turned on my 21st birthday. Joshua Anderson was the one who took my life. I was at a bar celebrating with some friends. I really didn't drink much up until that point so I didn't know what my tolerance was, and I ended up getting so, so wasted. I didn't have any perception of consequences and I was starting to get tired of dancing, so when a fairly attractive guy bought me another drink and offered to take me back to his place, who was I to say no? So we went to his place, and I guess he got a little carried away when we were…um," he flushed and trailed off. How the hell was he supposed to admit he was turned during sex to an innocent teenager?

"Anyways, he bit me and wouldn't stop drinking. He drained me within an inch of life before deciding that I could make a good vampire. More accurately, a good pet. After giving me his blood he snapped my neck. Next thing I knew I was awake in strange bed and I was thirsty as hell. He taught me about the coven I was a part of and what that meant, how to feed properly, and how to stay hidden. I broke contact with my real family after seeing them one last time and changed my last name. After that he sent me on my own and after about a year I ended up here. That was about 9 years ago. Right around the time he killed your mother, I'm guessing?" Kurt's eyes stung with her mention before nodding.

"That doesn't change the fact that you hurt innocent people, no matter how much you may claim to despise it. My people are one of complete and total peace. To associate with a monster like you, even in this setting, could make me even more of an outcast to them than I already am. No matter how much you claim to hate your life, you are continuing it. And that's what makes you one of them." Kurt had crossed his arms and turned to leave. Blaine interrupted his actions before he could complete the task.

"Kurt, I promise you I'm not like them. At all. I would never intentionally hurt someone. Yes, it hurts when their bitten, I know that first-hand, but don't you understand that I have to? I hate the consequences of this life, I really do, but doing this," he gestured to the classroom around him, "doing this; teaching? It's my life. It always has been, and I'm not gonna let my being turned affect that. I love teaching and no matter what happens in my life, good or bad, I want to keep doing it. And I hope that we can be somewhat of friends this year, if that's alright with you." Blaine finished his mini speech and watched Kurt with rapt attention.

"Look, Mr. Anderson, I appreciate what you're trying to do, but hating what you are or not, I just can't be close to you." Blaine's previously hopeful face fell at the statement. "For one, you're my teacher, and it's a bit odd when students and teachers have relationships outside of what's normal. Second, no matter how you feel about it, you're still a vampire. Our kinds are not meant to associate with each other. I'm pretty sure there are laws about it formulating in our Council as we speak. And no matter how much I'm trying, I'm still so scared of you." He became somewhat sheepish at the admission. "Your kind killed my mother. Your family. I wish I could be comfortable around you so that we could be more than acquaintances, for your sake, but I can't. I'm sorry." He gripped his bag strap and made a move to leave one more.

"Kurt, wait. Please." Blaine begged, standing up himself. "Just let me say something." He paused waiting for Kurt's approval. When the boy nodded, he continued. "I am truly sorry for any discomfort you may have around me this year, I hope you know that. I never want you to feel that way, but I understand if you do. But please, don't hate me for something I can't change. I hate myself enough for the both of us." Kurt was silent, staring at the floor.

"I won't, I promise. I just- I can't trust you right now. Maybe ever. I don't think I'll even not be scared around you, either. But I don't hate you," Kurt managed to mutter.

"Thank you."

Their eyes met once more before Kurt spun on his heel and left the classroom.

After the door shut with a deafening click, Blaine fell back in his seat and ran his hands down his face.

He had to gain the boy's trust. He didn't know how or why, but he knew that somehow, he had to.