A/N:

Sorry this took so long you guys, some family stuff came up and I had to travel to Columbus for a few days and I was unable to bring my laptop since I'd loaned it to my best friend for a few days. Thankfully, I managed to find a flash drive that had the chapters I lost on it, so the next updates shouldn't take too long, but Chapter 7 is really really long (15K + words, man thats like a third of the story I have written already) I may divide it into two chapters because of how long it is, but expect an update around Monday if things go to plan. That's it, I think, so enjoy Chapter 6!

Blaine smiled softly to himself as he closed the bedroom door quietly. Today may have been horrible in more than one way, but what mattered most was that Kurt was safe and healing. Had Blaine not gotten to him in time… the man didn't even want to think about what would've happened, especially not what could've happened to Kurt. He was just thankful that he got to Kurt when he did and that's what he left it at.

Deciding he needed to wind down after the crazy day, Blaine poured himself a glass of whiskey. Human alcohol didn't have much of an effect on him anymore, but he still enjoyed it just as a drink. He gladly relaxed on his living room couch a minute or so later and turned on the tv. The volume was set to the lowest possible setting so as not to bother the sleeping boy just a few feet away, but Blaine could hear it with no problem. Currently, the news was on. Normally Blaine tended not to watch it since all the covered was the same things over and over again. As he went to switch the channel, however, the broadcasters words made him freeze.

"Hi I'm Melinda Jones with your seven o'clock news. Breaking news today from local high school William McKinley High in Lima, Ohio. Around noon today ambulances could be heard and seen in the school's parking lot. Reports had come from the students saying that there were large amounts of blood on the floor of the boy's locker room, and there was no one around that said blood could have belonged to. Fortunately, none of the students were injured, and all were accounted for but senior glee club member Kurt Hummel. He reportedly left his second period class around eleven, according to his teacher. Hummel has not been seen since, and his phone was found at the scene, with all of his personal belongings still at the school. Friends say he's not at home or at any of his usual hangouts, and his father is currently in the hospital, but nurses reported that he hasn't been seen there despite being informed of the incident. All local hospitals have been informed to look out for the teen and report should he show up anywhere. Math teacher Blaine Anderson was also reported to have gone home before the scene was discovered, but administration says he left feeling ill. Hopefully neither men are injured and are found soon. More information on the situation at eleven."

Blaine sat on his couch wide-eyed and slack jawed. He should have known to clean up his mess; he just made an even bigger one by not doing so. How the hell was he or Kurt supposed to explain this to people? Kurt wouldn't be able to say something along the lines of he had no idea people were looking for him since it was all over the news by now, and he sure as hell couldn't tell them the truth and risk exposing the supernatural world to the humans. Blaine sighed deeply. They'd have to figure something out before Kurt could be seen in public again. They'd figure it out tomorrow, he decided, slamming back the rest of his whiskey.

In the bedroom, Kurt sat up against the headboard, lost in thought. If he and Blaine ended up as mates, would it really be so bad? The man had shown no signs of being violent in any way or having bad intentions, and he'd never been anything but kind to Kurt. On the other hand, being mated to the same being that killed his mother seemed wrong to Kurt; he felt like he would be disgracing her and disappointing her by even thinking that it was a possibility. How ever, he felt that his mother would approve of what Blaine had done for him that afternoon and was continuing to do by letting him stay in his home. Without Blaine, he very well may not have even been alive to think about any of this.

With thoughts of his mother and Blaine swirling around in his head and the low hum of the tv, Kurt fell asleep, not realizing how tired he was, even though he'd slept most of the day away. Almost getting killed should do that to a guy, he thought.

A few hours after learning that their situation was on the news, Blaine needed to get out of the house and get some fresh air to try and clear his mind. He checked on a sleeping Kurt one more time before he left, just to make sure that the teen wasn't in the throes of a nightmare or was awake and needed something. Thankfully neither was the case, and Blaine quickly slipped out the door.

He had made his way to downtown before deciding that he needed to hunt. Unfortunately, Lima's nightlife left something to be desired, meaning that there were almost no people around. He would be lucky to find something to eat at this time of night. It was for this reason that Blaine normally chose to eat in the mornings when everyone was getting to work and such. There were just enough people in the mornings that he could chose what he wanted but not cause a scene.

At the moment, however, Blaine needed to feed while he was still in his right mind and not when he went into bloodlust and risked hurting someone. It had only been about ten days since his last feeding, but being exposed to Kurt's blood today, and so much of it, increased his need to eat tenfold. Add the fact that Blaine gave Kurt some of his own blood which weakened him and made it harder to ignore his hunger. If he didn't eat something soon, he would become cranky and irritable and maybe even scare Kurt, which is something he definitely did not want to do.

About an hour into searching and with not a person to be found, Blaine almost gave up hope. He decided he probably could wait until the morning, he'd just have to avoid Kurt until then. He was making his way back home when his senses picked up a heart beat a few blocks away. He let his sense of smell and his superhuman speed lead him to the source of the sound. By the looks of it, the man had come from the bar and was attempting to make his way home. Judging by the smell of the man, he was fairly intoxicated, too.

Good, Blaine thought, maybe he'd get a little tipsy, too. Gods know he needed it after today. Human alcohol may not affect him if he drank it, but if he drank the blood of a drunk person, he felt the effects almost immediately.

Blaine started trailing the man, waiting for the right moment to swoop in. He always tried to talk to the people he fed from before actually doing so. It made them feel like real people instead of just his next meal. It was a coping mechanism more than anything. He felt terrible about biting people for his sole benefit, and by seeing that these people had lives of their own, it made them feel more real. It probably should have worked the other way around, he thought. By talking to them and learning about their lives he should have felt even worse about taking something from them, but he felt the complete opposite. If he was drinking from say a blood bag, he'd feel extremely terrible that it was such an impersonal experience. Feeding from people was not taken lightly by Blaine. He thought it to be intimate and personal, and by knowing something about the person he was feeding from, he felt that it made everything that more special and like people weren't just blood bags at his disposal. I didn't hurt that small talk made people more comfortable with him, which made it easier to get his victims alone.

The man Blaine was trailing came to a stop and leaned against a building. Concerned, Blaine jogged the rest of the way towards him and came to a stop in front of the man. Putting a hand on his shoulder, Blaine asked, "Are you alright, sir?" The man in question opened his eyes from where they were previously clenched tight and nodded.

"Just a bit dizzy, 's all. I'll be alright," he slurred. Blaine frowned.

"Are you sure?" he asked. "I could walk you home if you'd like? I wouldn't want you to get hurt trying to get home by yourself, or anything." How ironic, Blaine thought. The offer was made out of both genuine concern for the man and the need for a guise to get the man off the streets so that Blaine could eat in privacy. The man smiled wide at Blaine's suggestion and nodded.

"That'd be s'awesome, man. What's your name?" he asked. "I'm Alex."

"It's nice to meet you, Alex. My name is Blaine," the vampire smiled. Moving his hand to Alex's back, Blaine suggested that they get going.

"So, tell me a little bit about yourself, Alex," Blaine said. The man hanging on him smiled up at the vampire before talking.

"I'm a junior in college," he mumbled out.

"Oh yeah? Where at?" Blaine asked.

"Ohia State," Alex said, slurring the words together.

"The Lima campus?" Alex nodded. "Cool, good for you, man." The conversation slowed from there as Blaine turned his attention to the streets to find a place he could easily get Alex and himself into so that he could bite the man. Up ahead, Blaine say what looked like an alleyway between two brick buildings and decided that that was probably the most private thing he was going to find. It's now or never, he thought.

As they got closer to the alley, Blaine let his emotions temporarily shut down. Without doing so, he wouldn't be able to eat. The guilt of taking advantage of people for his gain would eat at him so horribly that he probably wouldn't have lasted as long as he had as a vampire had he not known about the emotion obstruction.

As they got closer to the backstreet, Blaine slowed his walk.

"Blake? What's up?" he questioned after noticing that the man wasn't walking beside him anymore. He was in the perfect spot right in front of the alley.

"I'm really sorry about this, Alex," he said, drawing confusion from the younger man. He stalked closer to his soon to be meal, letting his eyes darken and his fangs unsheathe. He kept both his eyes and mouth closed until he had Alex backed so that he was in the alley slightly. The man's eyes were wide in fear and confusion as he was stalked backwards, and Blaine could hear his heartbeat steadily rising in his chest.

They were both slightly in the alley, Alex farther back than Blaine, and Blaine was still partially lit up by the street lights. He let his eyes and mouth linger closed for another moment as he lowered his head slightly. After a quick scan of the surrounding area to make sure there were no other people around, he was ready.

Blaine's head snapped up at the same moment that his eyes flew open. He barred his teeth in a snarl as a low growl sounded from his throat, his long white fangs on full display.

Alex's heart rate picked up even more as the panic and fear truly set in. He backed himself farther into the alley as Blaine slowly stalked in his wake. Soon enough, his back hit the cool, damp brick of the dead end wall and there was nowhere to go. Nowhere to run or to hide. He kept his eyes trained on Blaine's slowly approaching form. As the creature became closer, a scream began to form, but before he could open his mouth more than a few centimeters, Blaine's hand closed over his mouth to preclude any noises. There was barely any room in between the two men now.

Blaine stared menacingly into his victim's terrified eyes. Without breaking the eye contact he put his hand on Alex's head and pushed to the side to expose a pale column of his neck. Blaine moved impossibly closer before moving his head to lick the spot he wanted to pierce. With that as the only warning, he bit down hard. Once the skin was punctured, the vampire withdrew his fangs to lessen the pain for Alex, knowing that the initial bite was always the worst part. He eagerly took a few strong pulls of the young man's blood, letting the thick metallic liquid fulfill his thirst as he swallowed mouthful after mouthful of it. Warmth ignited in Blaine's every cell; his senses heightened and he could feel himself becoming stronger and healthier with every swallow.

All too soon, Blaine decided that his meal was over. He pulled back his head to release the skin from his mouth. He licked over the two small puncture wounds to heal them before retracting
himself completely. He backed away from Alex's dazed form and stared into the man's glazed over eyes. Summoning his compulsion abilities, Blaine spoke. "Alex," he said lowly, "Look at me." He did. "I want you to forget everything that has happened in the past twenty don't know who or what I am." Alex nodded in understanding, muttering his okay. "I want you to go to the nearest diner and order yourself a big meal for yourself. You need to get your strength back."

"Okay."

"Wonderful. Now go."

Alex blinked out of his daze before smiling politely and walking away slowly. Once he was out of sight, Blaine slumped against the damp brick wall and sighed, gradually letting his emotions seep into his being again.

Gods, he hated feeding from people. He knew he only took a pint or less from the man and that he would be fine with a big meal and a good night's rest, but he still felt like a monster after every time he fed.

Blaine kicked off the wall and stood up straight before wiping his mouth against the back of his hand. He sighed in disappointment of himself again before beginning to walk back towards his house. His thoughts easily shifted to his earlier conversation with Cooper.

Even though he was a turned vampire, Blaine still received a mate. Whether five or fifty, if you are assimilated into supernatural life, you most likely got a mate (not all supernatural species mated, such as solitary creatures like shape-shifters and trolls). If the young Seelie Kurt Hummel happened to be his mate, Blaine wasn't sure whether to be elated or terrified. Kurt was wonderful in every way; Blaine found not one flaw in the boy, but neither of their respective parents would be very happy to hear such news. They don't really matter though, he thought. My mate is my business and everyone knows you have no say in who your mate is.

The only person whose thoughts on the matter mattered was Kurt himself. If they did turn out to be mates, how would the younger boy feel about it? They'd just barely warmed up to each other, for gods sakes. Kurt was still scared of Blaine, whether either cared to admit it or not. He probably couldn't have feelings for something that frequented his nightmares, anyways. Blaine just wanted them to be mates for his own selfish reasons. Kurt was beautiful, smart, funny, and overall a wonderful person to be around. He was easy to talk to once the two got comfortable with each other, and Blaine knew that they shared many interests, which was always a plus.

I'm getting my hopes up too much, he thought. There was no way they were mates, right? It was just wishful thinking.

Even believing this, Blaine knew he'd have to bring it up with the boy sooner or later. He'd wait until the teen was more comfortable with him before bringing the subject up. After the attack and his father's accident, Kurt didn't need anymore stress, and Blaine definitely didn't want to be the source of any for him. He'd just have to wait to talk about it, he thought with slight displeasure.

"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 awoke with a start, his memories from earlier that day filling his mind once more. Silent tears of fear rolled down his cheeks from when they'd escaped during his dream.

A glance at the alarm clock on the bedside table told him it was close to eleven o'clock. He was about to just lay back down and try to sleep some more- he knew he probably needed the rest- when his stomach gurgled, reminding him that he hadn't eaten since his small breakfast that morning. He wiped away the wetness on his face before throwing the covers off and going to the living room to look for Blaine. As he made it into the room, he noticed no one was there. Confused, he checked the kitchen, bathroom, office, music room, and spare room. The older man was nowhere to be found. Panic was beginning to set in before Kurt realized that he probably went out to get something. Or to eat something.

Kurt involuntarily shuddered at the thought. He was still slightly squicked by vampire things, especially the feeding. He tried not to be, at least for Blaine's sake, but being raised on a hatred and fear for anything to do with vampires made it hard to shake it.

He walked back to the kitchen and started to make some coffee and toast while thinking about what he heard earlier when Blaine was talking on the phone to that Cooper person.

Soulmates. Could they really be that? It might've seemed absurd to have a vampire soulmate a month ago, but knowing Blaine, it didn't seem all that bad. Yes, Kurt was still not truly calm and content in Blaine's presence yet, but he was working towards it. Blaine was a really nice person from all that Kurt had gathered. He was kind and gave Kurt his space which he really appreciated, and if his assumptions were correct, then Blaine healed him and practically saved his life that day. But should he bring it up that he heard his conversation over the phone? That might sound a bit rude if he were to tell Blaine, and he wasn't even sure that they were mates. Their touch that day could've just been static electricity or something. It probably wasn't the magic his father told him about. There was no way that they could be soulmates, right?

He was torn from his thoughts when the sound of the door slamming shut echoed through the house. He looked down at the counter to find that he'd made two cups of steaming coffee during his thinking. He picked both up and walked over to where Blaine was just closing the door and hanging up his coat.

The vampire turned at the sound of Kurt's footsteps. His eyes were an oddly empty pitch black color instead of their normal honey gold. Kurt was taken aback at the sight, gathering that Blaine had in fact fed. Blaine's deep black eyes widened at Kurt's obvious alarm at seeing him in full on vamp mode, as he so eloquently called his current state. He dropped his head to his chest and closed his eyes, willing that black to dissolve into his usual color. When he opened them again, they were both glad to find that the amber and gold was back. Kurt smiled at him gratefully and thrust one of his hands out.

"Coffee?" he asked. Blaine's thankful smile and a slight head nod were all that Kurt received as he took the steaming mug and made his way into the living room. Kurt followed suit. They both know that they needed to talk, but neither wanted to be the first to say anything. They sat on opposite ends of Blaine's Italian leather couch while sipping their coffee in silence. After having enough of the awkward silence, Blaine set his mug on the table in front of the couch before clearing his throat and turning his body towards the Seelie on the other end.

"Kurt, I'm sorry to come home like this. It's just-,"

"No, don't apologize for that. I get it; everyone needs to eat, right?" Kurt smiled.

"Yeah, I guess, but I know that it makes you uneasy. So I'm sorry you had to catch me like that," Blaine sighed. Kurt smiled reassuringly at him and took another small sip of his beverage.

As he did so, Blaine watched him out of the corner or his eye. His chestnut hair drooped down, covering his forehead and adorably falling into his eyes. His Adam's apple bobbed deliciously as he swallowed. His rose pink tongue darted out to lick at his plump lips as his beautiful blue eyes closed in bliss. A small smile tugged at his lips at the lingering taste of his drink. He must have realized Blaine's eyes were on him as his own flew open and his cheeks flushed red. Blaine quickly turned his gaze towards the TV that was sitting in front of them. He cleared his throat once more. Kurt moved and set his own cup down on the table.

"Can I ask you something real quick?" the younger boy questioned quietly. Blaine nodded but replied. "Yeah, of course. Anything. What's up?"

"I just-," he paused trying to form his thoughts into words. "Earlier today, at school," he felt Blaine tense beside him, "w-what happened? Because I sure as hell know that I had a broken arm and yet, here I am waving it around like nothing happened, and I'm pretty sure that you had something to do with that, judging by the fact that I'm in your house right now. I'm just really confused here, I guess." Blaine nodded and swiped a hand down his face.

"Kurt, I think- can you tell me what you remember about the… the attack? I think it might be clearer for the both of us if we start from the beginning." They turned on the couch so that they were facing each other as they spoke.

"I um, I only remember so much, which is probably for the best, but I can try?" he decided while Blaine nodded and muttered 'please'. "About the middle of second period, my phone wouldn't stop ringing so I asked to go to the bathroom. I went to the locker room instead so I could answer it where I wouldn't get caught. It was the hospital calling to inform me that my dad's in a coma and they don't know if he'll heal properly," he trailed off letting rouge tears gather in his eyes at the thought of his father. Kurt sniffed and tried to finish telling the story. "So I dropped my phone and dropped to the floor at the same time that someone came into the room. He started insulting me and my dad and he-," he trailed off with a pained sob. Blaine's face twisted in concern as he moved down the couch and gathered Kurt into his arms and rocked him, just like he had earlier in the bed.

"Kurt, it's okay, my sweet boy. You're here, you're safe. No one's ever going to hurt you as long as you're with me. You don't have to tell me the rest right now, It'll be okay."

"No," Kurt said as he sniffed and wiped his face with the back of his hand. "You want to know, so I'll tell you." He regained his previous position, only now he was curled slightly into Blaine's side. "He was just saying some stupid things at first, things he says all the time but I said stuff back this time. I told him that now wasn't a good time and to leave me alone. He got angry at me and started kicking and stomping on me- like I said before, I think he broke my ankle and I know he broke my arm. He said something like, 'He's gonna be so happy,' and I heard him take out a knife and that's the end of what I remember."

Blaine's anger was steadily rising to a full on rage as he shot of the couch and gripped his hands in his hair, pulling hard. How could someone do something so terrible to Kurt? And who the fuck thought they could do it? Who was the he that Kurt's attacker was talking about?
He paced around the small living area, ignoring Kurt's concerned face.

"Blaine- would you look at me? Thank you. Okay, now really look at me. Do I look hurt? Am I in any way injured or impaired?" Blaine quietly shook his head. "I'm okay now, Blaine. There's no reason to feel upset-," Blaine stopped in the middle of the room and threw his hands down before looking incredulously at Kurt.

"No reason to be upset?! Kurt, you almost died today! Some bastard tried to murder you!" he spat angrily. "That's not okay! That motherfucker needs to be punished!" he all but screamed, feeling his eyes bleed black for the second time that night. Kurt flinched back into the couch and Blaine could hear his heartbeat rise in panic. "Shit, I'm sorry. Kurt, please, I'm not mad at you I promise," he pleaded, gradually walking closer to the now frightened boy and manually shifting his eyes back to normal. Kurt shook his head to clear it and tried to reassure Blaine with a smile. He stood from his seat and put his hands on Blaine's shoulders.

"I'll be fine. But seriously Blaine, thank you for saving me. I know you did somehow, although I'm not sure how, but thank you," he said sincerely before drawing Blaine into a hug. Both men were surprised by his actions, but relaxed into the contact regardless.

"You know whoever did this will be punished severely, right?" Blaine murmured into Kurt's shoulder. Kurt humorlessly laughed at his words, causing Blaine to pull away and incredulously look him in the eyes.

"What?" Kurt said. "You really think that the school, or the police for that matter, will believe anything we tell them? It's his word against mine and I'm completely healed thanks to you so they have no reason to think that I almost died. No one's going to do anything." Blaine was fuming at Kurt's words. He backed away and turned to begin pacing one again.

"The school, Kurt? The police? Screw them all! I'll handle this myself. No one gets to hurt you like that!" he growled. Kurt disbelievingly stared at Blaine's back before he spoke.
"Blaine…" he whispered. "Look don't get me wrong, I appreciate that, I really do, but you can't just go around hurting people for me. I know he hurt me—"

"Hurt you?! Kurt you said it yourself; he almost killed you!" Blaine screamed, kicking the wall and leaving a nice hole in his wake. He took a deep breath and stood back, keeping his back turned to Kurt, whom he knew was both angry and scared at his actions. The next time Blaine spoke, his tone was gentle and quiet. "You almost died right in front of me. In my arms. Twice. And, I know it seems odd, but trust me when I say I have no idea what I'd do if you had." He finally turned around, tear streaks and red rimmed eyes visible. "I know you're against any sort of violence, but whoever did this to you needs to pay for their actions."

Kurt walked around the coffee table to stand facing the vampire. They looked at each other for a moment before Kurt sighed and pulled Blaine into another relaxing embrace.

"I'm okay now, alright?" he asked quietly. After feeling Blaine's reluctant nod into his neck he began talking again. "I am one hundred and ten percent okay thanks to your help. My attacker is my own problem. I don't want you to go do something you'd regret just for me, okay? I'm already over it. You healed me, and I'm going to be okay, alright? You don't need to do anything stupid or reckless okay?" he finished, trying his best to make Blaine see that he was truly fine.
Blaine responded by wrapping his arms tighter around Kurt's slim waist and nodding into the crook of his long, pale neck.

"Thank you," Kurt whispered. They held each other in the warm, calming embrace until Blaine felt like he'd calmed down enough and drew back.

"I'm sorry," he began. "It's just—I know that we're not really close or anything, but the thought of losing you makes me want to scream." The thought of losing my mate, his mind supplied. "I guess you're just growing on me," he teased. Kurt giggled and covered his mouth with his hand. He gestured back to the couch where they both sat down once again. Blaine's tone was serious as he spoke again. "I almost did lose you, though. And that made me feel so, so upset and angry. I just want this guy to feel that pain as well. But if you don't want me to, I won't, I promise." Kurt beamed at him.

"Thank you," he said gratefully. "And I promise you won't be losing me anytime soon. Not on my watch." They smiled at each other. After a few moments of silence, Kurt glanced at the clock on the wall and grinned. "Now, there are a whole bunch of Project Runway reruns on in few minutes. Whaddya say we make some popcorn and watch them 'til our eyes hurt?" Kurt proposed.

"I'd say that that sounds wonderful."

Dave Karofsky glanced around the coffee shop over the top of his sunglasses. He was supposed to be meeting him here, but he didn't seem like he was going to show. He sighed and played with the cardboard cup in his hand. Just as he was moving to get up and leave, a body plopped itself down across the table from him.

He was smiling in the most obnoxious of ways as he greeted Dave.

"Good afternoon, David. I trust you've completed your task?"

"Yeah, I did what you told me to, but when I came back to make sure I'd finished him off and whatnot, he was gone. All that was in his place was a blazer and blood. He must've been taken somewhere or somethin'."

The man slammed his fists on the table, alarming Dave and other patrons around them. He quickly put up a smiling façade before speaking in an almost whisper.

"Dammit, just figure out what happened to him and finish your job. I'm sick of those fairies in my town. Fix it," he growled, baring sharp fangs and pitch eyes at the jock.

"I will," he said shakily, heart thumping wildly in his chest.

"Good," the man smiled. "I trust you'll do it quickly. The less time those… things are in this world, the better."

Once he had that disgrace of a race wiped out, Sebastian Smythe would be a truly happy man.