Blaine rounded one more corner and reached his destination: The boy's locker room.

He burst through the door and started running around the large room, letting his nose guide his way. It didn't take long for him to find Kurt; he stopped in his tracks as soon as his eyes landed on the ground near his feet.

Blaine let a pained sob escape his lips as he took in the sight laying there.

On the floor in a broken, bloody heap lay Kurt. Well, to put it more accurately, Kurt's body. Blaine could barely sense any life in the room.

Red stained the fairy's once milky white skin. Gashes and cuts littered his visible body. His limbs were twisted in ways they shouldn't be. His lifeless gaze fell on the floor near Blaine's feet. He was still. He was gone.

There was no sound of breathing, no sound of blood flow, only the weak, faint thump of his quickly depleting heartbeat.

Blaine fell to his knees beside the body, hand over his mouth, eyes wide and nostrils flared.

The sight and smell of so much blood made him crave a taste, but it made his stomach lurch at the same time.

How could he have let something so horrible happen to the precious being lying in front of him? Who would do such a thing to such a kind, beautiful boy?

Rouge tears slide down the sides of his face as loud pained sobs escaped his mouth. Looking at the semblance of a boy, realization hit Blaine like a freight train.

Kurt was special and Blaine knew it. He could sense that they were supposed to be something more than they were from the moment he got Kurt to accept him. Their gods had created them specially for each other. That he knew. Something in his chest tugged with joy whenever he saw the boy smile, and it tightened in sadness when he frowned. For the first time in nearly a decade, maybe even longer, Blaine had been happy. He felt like he could live the rest of his life in peace and joy. And that was solely because of the dying boy laying in a puddle of his own blood in front of him.

Those hopes and dreams were now broken, just like the boy he hoped to live them with. Gods, he should have realized it sooner, he should have seen the signs. Maybe if Blaine hadn't been so blind to his feelings, Kurt wouldn't be dying in front of his eyes.

There was an incessant nagging in the back of his mind to do something. Help him.

In all honesty, Blaine had absolutely no idea what to do. That thought alone drew more sobs from his throat. He was never going to see those piercing sky blue eyes again. Never hear his beautiful tinkling laugh again. Never hear him say I love you…

Blaine did the only thing he knew that would help. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed the number he knew by heart without taking his eyes from the exsanguinated faerie.

"Squirt?"

"Coop, I need your help. Please I need you to help me," he sobbed, eyes brimmed with tears.

"Blaine, what's wrong? Why do you need me? Are you alright?"

"I think he's dying, Coop," he whispered.

Saying those words really sealed the deal for Blaine. Saying those words meant it was true. Saying those words meant that he was might never be happy again.

"B, you've got to be more clear. What's going on over there?"

"Kurt," he sobbed. "He's not breathing. There's barely a heartbeat. There's so much blood. Copper please what do I do?" He was hyperventilating by this point, his voice rough and raw. Even if he didn't need to breathe, he felt at loss for air.

"Gods damn it Blaine, what did you do?"

"Cooper, please. What do I do? How do I save him?" He was desperate. Kurt somehow turned into his everything right then and there. He needed him back.

"Talk to me Blaine. What is wrong with him?" Cooper talked fast, sensing the desperation in his coven brother's voice. Something was wrong. Someone close to him was hurt. Was it Blaine's fault, he didn't know. All he knew then was that this Kurt boy was badly hurt, and that Blaine wanted him back and alive. Cooper knew he could help the boy, even if it was just a bit. But he needed Blaine to listen to him, and that didn't seem like it was going to happen any time soon.

"I don't know, he's just… broken. He's cut everywhere I can see, his arms and legs aren't in the right position, they're all twisted and mangled. He's lying in a huge puddle of blood and he's not breathing. I don't know what to do. Cooper, please tell me what I have to do. I need him alive," Blaine choked out.

Cooper was at a loss. By the sounds of it, this Kurt kid was important to Blaine. The desperation in his voice told him that much. He'd had medical training many decades ago, but he didn't quite know what to do. He wanted to help Blaine solely because of how distraught he sounded over this boy being hurt. Things sounded serious, and he would try his best to help.

"Alright, Blaine, I need you to listen closely if you want to save him. First, is he human?"

Blaine shook his head, but realized that Cooper couldn't see him. "No," he said. "He's a Seelie. Is that important?"

"Kind of, yes. Let me think a second. I believe their race have healing powers, or at least some sort of ritual that they can perform to heal themselves and others."

Blaine couldn't be happier. He'd seen Kurt heal himself the other week in his room! How could he have forgotten? This was wonderful! Blaine almost laughed in joy.

That happiness was soon broken as soon as Cooper spoke once more. "You said he isn't breathing though, right? Even if he's able to, he can't heal himself when he's unconscious."

Fuck.

More tears slid out of his eyes and onto the body of the boy he wanted to spend a life with.

"Squirt, you still with me? I need you to listen. He's probably in a serious hypovolemic shock. What you need to do is keep him warm. From the sounds of it, he's lost most of his blood. He'll be cool to the touch, but don't freak out. You need to warm him to avoid hypothermia and maybe even death. Can you do that?" His tone was gentle, as if speaking to a scared child. Well, at this point, he kind of was.

Blaine was his kid brother, quite possibly losing someone he cared deeply for. Cooper was going to help in any way he could.

Blaine looked around at his surroundings. Tears were blurring his vision, but he did his best to look for a blanket, clothes, something, anything. Nothing near them seemed like it could keep the boy warm. He looked down at himself before taking off his blazer and cardigan and placing them over top of the bloody body.

"Okay, that should do," he sniffed. "Now what?"

"Move him so that he's lying flat on his back. Hold his legs up about a foot from the ground. If he has any blood left in his body, this can help to get it circulating again and his heart should start to weakly beat. Don't move his head or neck. He may have a brain or head injury that you can't see. You don't want to disturb that. If you can, put pressure on his larger wounds to stop him losing more blood." Cooper heard rustling coming from the other line as Blaine did as he was told.

"Done. But he's still not breathing Coop," he sobbed. Half way across the country, Cooper sighed and rubbed a hand down his face.

Was he really about to say this?

"Blaine. I need you to be reasonable about what I'm going to say. Really think about the consequences if this goes wrong." He heard Blaine's hum of conformation and continued. "The only thing you can do for him now is either take him to a hospital and let them work their magic, or you can give him a small amount of your blood. But Blaine, if you choose to do this by yourself, you need to be extremely careful. If he dies while he has your blood in his system, he could become like us. That could be dangerous for us all, I'm sure you understand why."

"Do you really think that could work? Could I heal him by giving him my blood?" Blaine asked, hope seeping into his body.

"If you give him the right amount and make sure that he takes it well, then yes, you can. I've done it myself many times. As long as his body doesn't reject your blood, he should heal. Physically, at least. Whatever happened to him may have caused some type of trauma or PTSD that your blood can't do much for." Blaine hadn't thought of any of those things. What if Kurt rejected his blood? What would he do then? Gods, what would he do? What if Kurt became like him? What if he was turned?

Blaine pushed aside those thoughts and focused on the better outcomes. Kurt could accept the blood and be healed in a matter of minutes. He could live and continue to live his life as he is. He might not have any trauma because of what happened. He could be okay.

He took one last look at the teen before deciding to do it. He would give Kurt his blood. It would heal him.

"Thank you, Coop. I'm going to try. I'll let you know what happens. Thank you so much." With that, he hung up the phone and dropped it to the ground. He reached out a pulled Kurt's mouth open. He pushed up his shirt sleeve before lifting his forearm to his mouth and biting down hard. When he had substantial sized wound, he turned the wrist and held it above Kurt's now open mouth. He squeezed around the wound, causing a few drops of blood to drip onto Kurt's lips. He moved the appendage so that the blood would fall in the correct place. After squeezing once more, the thick red liquid entered Kurt's mouth.

The beating of his heart slowed even more before coming to a complete standstill. Blaine stared at him in shock and disbelief.

"No," he whispered. Tears welled in his eyes before falling onto the boy's now lifeless body. He all but collapsed onto him, his own body racking with sobs. Kurt wasn't accepting the blood. It worsened his condition. He was dead. Blaine killed him.

"No, please, Kurt, come back to me. Please, gods don't do this," he pleaded, his tears falling onto Kurt. All of the sudden Blaine began to feel a warmth emulating from Kurt's chest where he was lying his head.

"Kurt?" his voice cracked.

He sat up and watched the boy's eyes roam around the room before meeting Blaine's. The look they held told Blaine one thing. More.

Blaine obeyed, turning his wrist once more and placing it over Kurt's still open mouth. His eyes closed again, but Blaine knew that he wasn't going to die. He fed Kurt more blood.

Instantly, Blaine could see changes in the boy. His body hadn't rejected the blood! He would be okay. Blaine sighed and slumped in relief, but kept his wrist in place.

Kurt's smaller cuts began to heal as the beautiful, healthy glow returned to his skin. His heartbeat faintly started up again. His limbs moved back to their right positions.

Blaine nearly sobbed with joy. Kurt was coming back to life right before his eyes.

He had no idea of what happened to the boy, but he was damn glad that he was going to be alright. The fear of losing Kurt still coursed through his body as a reminder to take nothing for granted. It mocked him. It made his heart thump in his chest the way it hadn't in years.

As he continued to feed Kurt blood, Blaine thanked the gods that the boy would be okay. He was truly afraid of losing him, even if he didn't quite understand why just yet. He knew that Kurt was special to him now. The relief he felt when Kurt's body accepted his life blood was better than any drug high he could have ever experienced.

Blaine heard the bell ring before the sound of voices flowed from the hall into the locker room. Panic filled Blaine in an instant. What if someone found them? They could find out about their kinds. They would either kill him or tell everyone about his existence. Or possibly both. His eyes grew wide as he questioned what to do.

Blaine acted quickly to get away from the humans. He drew his wrist back from Kurt and licked over the wound to close it. On the surface Kurt looked well enough to be moved, so Blaine picked him up bridal style and dashed out the door that led to the football field. They were gone in a flash of light just in time for students to enter the room. As Blaine made his way to the staff parking lot, he heard ungodly shrieks coming from the locker room, presumably because of the giant puddle of blood that was spilled across the floor. Hearing this, Blaine hightailed it to his car. He opened the back door and carefully placed Kurt in so he was laying on his back with his legs up, the same way Cooper told him to do so to get his blood flowing again.

He withdrew himself from the back and sat in the driver's seat before quickly driving away from the school. The blood of the faerie boy covered his front in a dark, sticky mess. He drove on anyway, hoping he didn't get pulled over for speeding.

As they pulled into the parking space of Blaine's house, he was grateful he lived only a mile from the school. In the backseat, Kurt was still unconscious, but he looked exceptionally better. His heartbeat was still deathly slow, but his body seemed to be mostly healed on the surface and was continuing to heal now that he had Blaine's blood in his system. His eyes were moving back and forth beneath his lids, and Blaine took everything as a good sign.

Tears were still freely flowing down the sides of his face. Now, they were more tears of joy than sorrow. His thoughts and feelings were a jumbled mess in his mind, but he knew that what he was feeling deep inside was happiness. Happiness that his meant to be would be okay. Happiness that his fear was gone. Happiness that he could be, well, happy.

He gazed at Kurt through the rear view mirror and smiled.

He could be happy. He would be.

Only, a few hours later when Kurt had yet to wake up, the happiness and hopefulness Blaine felt previously had all but vanished.

Blaine had taken to watching over the boy like a hawk, sitting in a chair across from the bed Kurt was currently lying in. Neither of them had moved an inch in the hours since they got home save the few minutes Blaine had to call the school to inform them that he wouldn't be back for the day as soon as he got home and got Kurt situated on his bed. He excused it as not feeling well, and that was partially true. He felt like complete shit for letting Kurt get hurt under his watch. He still didn't know the how's and why's of what happened, but all that mattered was that Kurt was safe and out of harm's way.

He was still clad in blood-soaked clothes and had Kurt's dried blood on his hands and face. After hours of sitting vigil at Kurt's bedside, he decided that he could take five minutes to shower and change so that it didn't look like he committed a murder recently. He made his way to the ensuite bathroom, eyes never leaving Kurt's prone form, before stripping off his clothes and throwing them in the trash bin. There was no way for them to be salvaged anyway.

He started the shower and got it to the right temperature before looking out the open door to check on Kurt. Seeing that nothing had changed, he hopped under the near scalding spray and quickly began washing his body. As the water flowed overhead, he took time to reflect on the events of the past few hours.

There was no possible way that his reaction to seeing Kurt was anything even near what the normal teacher/student relationship should be. It wasn't even platonic in any way, which scared him. What did it all mean? Why was it that it took seeing Kurt on the brink of death to realize that he wanted more than just friendship with the boy? How did he not realize it sooner? Blaine sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He'd have to ask someone about this. Cooper might know something.

Blaine quickly finished up his shower, waiting until the water ran clear to get out. He changed into his clothes: a dark grey fitted shirt and a black pair of sweatpants. He decided against gelling his hair back down since he'd have to wash it out later.

When he stepped back into the bedroom, it was as if no time had passed. Kurt was in the same position as before and the sky was still getting darker. It was around five o'clock now, but still nothing had changed in the five hours that they'd been home, much to Blaine's chagrin. He sighed deeply and rubbed at his forehand. If Kurt didn't wake up soon he didn't know what he would do. He grabbed his phone off the nightstand next to the bed before exiting the room and closing the door.

He dialed Cooper's number after closing the bedroom door. Hopefully his brother would have some answers.

As Kurt awoke from his previous state of unconsciousness and looked around the dark room he was in, memories from the past few hours flooded his mind.

Kurt was sitting in his second period English class, listening to the teacher drone on and on about the hidden meanings in some poem he couldn't remember the name of. Halfway through the class, his phone began vibrating wildly in his pocket without stopping. He hadn't been able to focus on much since. As the vibrations from the phone started for the sixteenth time, Kurt shot his hand in the air.

"Yes, Mr. Hummel?" Mrs. Hendricks acknowledged him with a nod.

"May I please go to the bathroom?" he made up.

"Sure, just take a hall pass with you," she said before turning back to the class and continuing her lecture that was putting her students to sleep.

All but Dave Karofsky, who stared intently at the door way Kurt had just disappeared through. Now was his chance, and he wasn't going to waste it.

In the hall still fed up with the ringing phone, Kurt sped to the nearest unoccupied room he could find, which happened to be the boy's locker room. He entered the smelly room and stood in front of the first row of lockers before reaching into his back pocket for the still vibrating phone. Positively ticked off at however had the nerve to call him at least twenty times while they knew that he had to be in class, he answered the phone.

"Hello?" he greeted, the irritation in his voice clearly evident.

"Kurt Hummel?" a lady's voice softly asked through the speaker.

"Speaking."

"Hello Kurt. I'm Carole from Lima General. I apologize for our incessant calling." She paused and took a deep breath. "We're calling to inform you that your father has had an accident and is currently being treated in our facilities." Suddenly, the constant calling made sense.

"Accident?" His voice was barely above a whisper.

"Yes. Unfortunately, while working in his shop this morning something fell from the ceiling and fell directly on top of Burt's head. There was some major external bleeding, but the doctors managed to stop it. The object that landed on him was quite heavy, and there is some swelling occurring in his brain. We have him in a medically induced coma in hopes that the swelling will go down soon. It is with my deepest apologies to say that the doctors are unsure of when he will heal completely. If he will heal." Kurt's entire life slowed to a stop at those four words.

If he will heal.

At eight, Kurt lost his mother, his best friend. Nearly a decade later and he is very possibly losing his father too. Losing the only thing that mattered to him anymore. This can't be happening.

The phone slipped from Kurt's lose grip and fell to the ground. Glass could be heard cracking before the questioning sounds of the lady on the other line met his ears.

Major bleeding.

Brain swelling.

Coma.

In a matter of seconds, Kurt's entire life was flipped upside down.

Eyes glazed over and staring at nothing, Kurt fell to his knees next to the broken phone. Tears spilled unwillingly down his face.

If he will heal.

Why? How? Why?

The only thing running through Kurt's mind was whywhywhy?

Why had this happened to his dad?

Why don't they know when he'll heal?

Why is he losing his only source of happiness in this dark world?

Why is he losing his father?

Why are there footsteps behind me?

Wait, what?

Kurt sniffed and wiped at his cheeks before rotating his torso to look at the locker room door. Standing in his vision, arms crossed and a smug look on his face was none other than David Karofsky.

"Look at that. On your knees like a little slut," he spat. "What's with the tears, princess? Daddy not buy you more of those faggy clothes you insist on wearing?"

"David, please, not now. Go bother someone else with your need to release testosterone," he pleaded. "Now's not a good time."

"The fuck did you just say to me fairy? Think I'm gonna listen to your faggy ass? Who the hell do you think you are?" He punctuated his last words be stalking closer to Kurt before stomping on his ankle. A deafening crack echoed throughout the room. Kurt cried out in pain and reached around to cradle the probably broken bone. Another kick landed on his twisted around elbow, definitely breaking that.

"You're just making this way too easier for me, Hummel. He's going to be so pleased."

Kurt shuffled as far away as he was able to, whimpering in pain. Karofsky slowly trailed his movements, a cruel laugh bubbling in his throat. Kurt's back hit the lockers, sending his into a panic. Where was he supposed to go? How could he escape? He shifted his body so that he could tuck his head between his knees and cover it with his arms. Dave full on cackled by that point.

"Such a pathetic," Kick, "Disgusting," Kick. "Annoying," Kick. "Fucking fag." More kicks.

Each blow landed in a different spot, and each was more powerful than the last. Kurt's cries of pain were drowned out by the sound of the rubber and cotton constantly hitting his body. As Karofsky took a step backwards, Kurt clenched his eyes tightly. Tears of fear and pain managed to escape in a steady manner.

The metallic schlick of what could only be a pocket knife opening met the silence and cause Kurt's heart beat to increase at an alarming speed. He quickly opened his eyes to be met with Dave's smirking face and the glint of the knife in the light.

"You know, if I wasn't about to, I'd tell you to go kill yourself, you pathetic queer."

Kurt attempted to scream, really scream, but his actions were stopped as the jock's foot pressed against his windpipe. He was gasping for air as he felt the cool press of metal to his face-

Kurt was ripped from his memories as a knock came from the door to his right. He shifted his body to sit up, ready to wince in pain. He was shocked and surprised to find that nothing hurt. How? The door creaked open, allowing light to enter in a single strip. Another knock was softly tapped on the door frame.

"Kurt? You awake yet?"

Blaine.

Kurt could trust Blaine, right? He had no part in what happened to Kurt. He probably helped him even, judging on the fact that he was there. Blaine is nothing but kind towards him, he has nothing to worry about.

Blaine slowly walked through the door, his eyes meeting Kurt's. He smiled seeing the boy was awake and well. He spoke in a gentle tone.

"How're you feeling? Do you need anything?" he asked. Kurt shook his head with his eyes cast towards the blanket covering his body. Blaine walked more into the room and flipped the light switch on. When Kurt dropped his eyes, they went wide at the sight he was met with. His shirt was soaked with drying blood.

"Is this mine?" he questioned in a whisper, pointing to the once pristine shirt. Blaine's smile instantly disappeared as he looked down.

"Yes. Some of it is mine, though."

"Blaine, what happened to me?" He was worried and confused. Had his memories be hallucinations? Did he make them up? Were they just a dream? No, that wouldn't explain his blood stained shirt. If it really happened, then how was he not dead? Or at least in a hospital?

Oh gods, his dad was in the hospital. His dad was in the hospital in a coma.

Silent tears tracked down his face. "Please tell me it was all a dream," he whispered. This couldn't be happening. Please let it all be a dream.

"Kurt, honey, what's wrong? Are you alright?" Blaine moved across the room to sit on the bed in front of the weeping boy, his face worry-stricken.

"My dad," he choked out, small sobs escaping his mouth. Blaine's face twisted in confusion.

"What about him? Do you want to go to him?" Yes, yes he did want his dad. But he couldn't have him. Kurt barely nodded to the question, but Blaine picked up on it.

"Well, you seem to be healed as much as you're going to, so we can get you home to your dad in no time alright?" Kurt's sobs became impossibly louder. Blaine instantly was concerned and moved so that he was hugging Kurt to his chest. He rocked them back and forth on the bed.

"Shh, you're okay, it's going to be okay. You're safe, I've got you," he softly said while rubbing the boy's back and letting him cry into his shoulder. Eventually his sobs quieted some.

"We can't," he sniffled. "We can't go home to my dad. He's in the hospital." At the confession, Blaine stopped rocking them and looked down at Kurt, who had his head buried in the crook of the vampire's neck.

"Oh, Kurt, I'm so sorry. I had no idea. I can take you to visit him soon?" Kurt nodded.

"That would be great, thank you. But not today. I don't think I'm ready for it yet."

"Of course. Why don't we get you cleaned up and in some clean clothes and let you rest some more?" he asked, grabbing Kurt's shoulders and holding him at arm's length. "We can talk more once you wake up."

"Okay," Kurt agreed, rubbing at his eyes.

"The bathroom's right through that door," Blaine said while pointing to the other side of the room. "Let me grab you some clothes, that is, if you don't mind wearing something of mine. I don't think yours are salvageable at the moment."

"That's fine," Kurt whispered. Blaine frowned. Something was off with Kurt, it wasn't hard to figure out what, and he was determined to make everything right. Whoever did what they did to Kurt would not get away with it, not on Blaine's watch.

Blaine got off his bed and headed over to the walk in closet on the right side of his room. He was somewhat shorter than Kurt, so finding the teen clothes that would fit proved to be a bit of a challenge. He luckily managed to find some clothes that Cooper had given him a while back. They were around the same height, he thought. It would just have to do. He exited the closet with clothes in hand and gave them to a pensive looking Kurt who hadn't moved an inch in the five minutes Blaine was looking for clothes for him.

"Kurt?" he asked softly. The teen in question looked up and gave Blaine a small smile.

"Thank you," he said, standing. Blaine grinned back and nodded.

"Of course. They might be a bit big; they were my brother's clothes, but I think they'll work for right now. Towels are under the sink. If you need anything, I'll be in the living room. Just walk all the way down the hall and it's right there." Kurt nodded his understanding before making his way to the bathroom. Once the door was closed, Blaine set on making the bed up so that the sheets weren't blood soaked anymore. He finished up just as the shower started up. Blaine left the room and closed the door behind him with an audible click.

A few feet away in the bathroom, Kurt was on the edge of losing it. His once perfect condition clothes were ripped and bloody, way past the point of no return. He noticed that the trash bin beside the sink held Blaine's clothes of the same condition and tossed his own in with them. When he finally stood under the spray of water in the shower, the water ran pink. There were no cuts or bruises or breaks of any kind to be found on his body, yet he was covered head to toe in dried blood.

About halfway through the shower, Kurt was slammed back into the reality of his situation. His father was in the hospital, someone almost killed him, if his dream was correct, and he was currently naked in the home of vampire Blaine Anderson. Gods, when did his life become such a train wreck? He was tempted to laugh at the absurdity of the fact that Blaine Anderson seemed to be the one that saved him from death. The being he's feared for the last decade of his life did the exact opposite of what one would expect.

Kurt sighed. And then there was the possibility that he and Blaine were mates. Honest to gods, made for each other mates. That would explain why Blaine has been so nice to him and only tried to make the faerie comfortable around him, but how would that work? For one, Seelie and vampires are sworn enemies after the incidents surrounding Elizabeth Hummel's death. The fact that Blaine's family member, his maker, killed his mother should make Kurt bolt from this house without a second thought. Yet, Blaine was nothing but kind to him in the three and a half months that they've known each other. Secondly, Blaine doesn't age. What kind of relationship would they have if Blaine stayed forever 21 and Kurt aged before his eyes? That would explain why vampires tend to stick to themselves, Kurt thought. Thirdly, did they even have feelings for each other? Sure, Kurt found Blaine attractive, funny, and kind, but that doesn't mean that he likes the man, does it?

"I'm reading way too far into that stupid spark," Kurt muttered to himself. He sighed and continued washing the blood out of his hair. Once finished with the shower, he toweled off and dressed in the clothes Blaine had given him. The man was right, they were a little big, but it would just have to do for the time being.

Now effectively woken up, Kurt decided against another nap and started to make his way to the living room to look for Blaine. The vampire's whispering voice could be heard from the little hallway Kurt was in and stopped the teen in his tracks. His voice was slightly muffled, but Kurt was able to make out what was being said.

"Hey, Coop. Yeah, he's doing so much better. Giving him some of my blood healed him almost completely, so thank you for that." Blaine gave me his blood to heal me? That's actually... really kind of him.

"But seriously, thank you Cooper. I don't know what I would have done if he died." I almost died? Well, that would make sense, I suppose.

"Yeah, me too." There was a pause in Blaine's speech as he drew in a breath and gathered courage to ask his next question. Kurt heard him pacing around the living room as he did so. "Coop, can I talk to you about something. Yes, something serious. No, I didn't hurt him. This has nothing to do with the incident earlier. Just answer a question for me?" Kurt was curious. Should he be listening? Was this conversation too personal? What had Blaine sounding so worried?

"This may sound a bit weird, but what was it like when you met Allison? Like, what kind of things did you feel?" Cooper and Allison? Why do those names sound so familiar together?

"Yes, I know they're the same race, that's kinda why I'm asking you what it felt like." Who is he talking- Oh god Cooper and Allison: they're mates. Allison Anderson is my cousin. Does that mean he's asking because of me? Does he think that we're-?

"So when you first touched, do you remember their being a zap, like when you touch someone whose been scooting around the carpet with socks on?" That day when I cut my finger on the ceramic. And what my dad told me- What if we really are soulmates?

"Yeah, it was there when we touched the first time. I think- Coop I think Kurt might be my mate. I've never felt as protective over someone but him. I've never been so upset to see someone I care about almost get hurt. I've never been so happy to just have someone in my presence. But whenever he's around, I feel those things. There's no other explanation." So he does think that. Gods, what if?

"Yeah, I'll talk to him about it. Thanks for everything today, Cooper. I honestly don't know what I'd do without you. Talk to you soon. Love you too. Bye." Kurt heard him end the call and sigh.

His footsteps came nearer to the bedroom. Kurt bolted inside and got on the bed as fast as possible. He quickly closed his eyes and feigned sleep. Blaine quietly opened the door and peered inside. Upon seeing a peacefully sleeping Kurt, he smiled.

"Good night, my sweet boy. I'll be here if you need me. Always."

Maybe... being Blaine's soulmate wouldn't be so bad after all.

A/N:

Because I was stupid and decided to post these today, I deleted all the chapters following this one. Which means that posting 6-8 may take more time than these five did. Now, I did print everything out when I started editing, which means that nothing has been lost story wise, but again I have to retype everything and edit it and I think that will take a little time. Before I was just copying and pasting before editing, if you were wondering. But nevertheless, I will try to post 6-8 quickly. I want to have 6 posted tomorrow, 7 Sunday, and 8 Monday. After that, I will try my best to post a new chapter once a week. I will try to do better than the last time I said this and hopefully actually do it. If I cannot, the only reason is I'm starting my first college class Monday (June 27) and that may take up most of my time. But I will do my best. Feel free to pester me if I don't keep up on this promise. Remember, follows reviews and favorites are what keep me wanting to write. (wink wink)

I think that's it for now, so look forward to Chapter 6 being posted tomorrow, (6/25) probably sometime in the evening (EST).