A/N: I decided to divide this in two anyways, since this part is 17 pages in google docs and the other half is about the same printed out. I got this done early so I though I'd post this half today and I'm going to aim for Monday for the other half like I originally planned.

Blaine softly kissed his way down the pale expanse of neck belonging to the beautiful boy sitting in his lap, leaving the occasional love bite in his wake. He sighed in bliss. The feeling of right was the only way he could think of describing what he was experiencing. The love of his life was writhing in his lap, whimpering and making the most beautiful noises Blaine had ever had the pleasure of causing, and he was loving every second of it.

"Blaine," the boy moaned, "kiss me, Blaine…please."

Blaine smirked and shook his head against the younger man's neck. He continued his endeavor of kissing, licking, and sucking the clean, soft, porcelain skin under his lips instead. His fangs had by then extended low enough to hit his bottom lip. His love continued to writhe in his grasp, grinding their bodies against one another, eliciting sinful groans from the both of them.

The vampire, who was obviously enjoying teasing his love, kitten licked over the tender spot where shoulder meets neck before taking the skin in his mouth and sucking hard. The boy shot up off his lap, the only thing keeping him in place being Blaine's strong arms wrapped around his slim waist. He groaned and rocked their bodies together in a slow, sensual rhythm. Blaine hummed and let the skin go to graze over it with his fangs.

"Blaine," he whined.

"Yes, my love?" Blaine asked, lifting his head to look his other half in the eyes.

"Kiss me," he demanded.

Blaine smirked wickedly and tucked his head back into the dip of the man's neck to continue his ministrations. "Mmm, nope," he whispered, earning a pout from him. He licked a long stripe up his love's neck before opening his eyes slowly to take in the sight on top of him.

The man in his lap look so debauched that Blaine considered it a look of pure sex and sin. Soft chestnut hair was sticking up in wild directions, evidence of fingers having been run through it multiple times. His beautiful blue eyes were closed for the moment, and his cherry red, swollen lips were open in a silent moan. His cheeks were flushed deliciously, adding to his allure.

Blaine openly moaned while looking at him. "Gods, you're so beautiful," he whispered in awe, caressing the boy's flushed cheek causing him to groan.

"Mmm, no I think you're mistaking me for yourself, baby," he protested teasingly.

"My love, how wrong you are," Blaine said, shaking his head slightly. "You are the most extraordinary being I have ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on." The boy smiled and leaned his head down to put a feather light kiss on Blaine's lips.

"I love you," he said barely above a whisper. Blaine's face lit up in a stunning smile.

"I love you too, Kurt. So much."

Blaine awoke with a gasp, his eyes shooting open. What the hell was that?

He shook his head to clear his thoughts. Besides that dream – which he should not have had, by the way – the sleep that Blaine awoke from probably the most peaceful sleep he'd had in his entire life. He was warm, comfy, and blissfully content. Bright rays of sunlight were streaming through the window to his right and they were warming him even farther. The low hum of the still turned on tv and the soft snores of the other person in the room were the only sounds that met Blaine's ears. Soft tufts of hair were tickling the underside of his jaw and the warm body that said hair belonged to was lying partially on top of him, their chest rising and falling steadily.

Blaine closed his eyes once more and let himself bask in the bliss. Never before had he woken up with someone and felt so rested or so... right. But then again, the boy on quietly sleeping on top of him wasn't just a someone. It was Kurt. Beautiful, charming, adorable Kurt that Blaine easily found himself falling for.

At first, he didn't realize that he was falling for the teen, he only thought of how he felt as the way close friends felt around each other. Growing up in a small conservative town in Ohio caused Blaine to not have many friends, let alone close ones, so he really didn't know how that felt anyways. But the situation the day before when Kurt nearly left him forever opened the vampire's eyes to the fact that he was falling, and he was falling hard. He loved Kurt's infectious smile, his adorable tinkling laugh, his piercing blue eyes. He loved everything about the boy. The way he always blushed so sweetly and his cute snarkiness. Everything.

But it was a little odd for him to feel that way, he thought. One, he was Kurt's teacher. That should be enough in itself. Two, he was more than ten years Kurt's senior. But of course, many vampire/human relationships had quite an age difference, so that didn't really faze him all too much; his own coven parents were almost a century and a half apart in age. Three, there was honestly no way for them to actually work out in the end.

Unfortunately for him, it wasn't hard to say that Kurt didn't feel the same way. Yes, he was trying to become comfortable around Blaine, and by George was he thankful for that, but the boy was raised on hatred and fear of his kind. There was no way in hell that he could feel the same, no matter how hard he would try.

Blaine would just have to deal with all that for Kurt's sake.

Blaine breathed out a heavy sigh and opened his eyes once more. He and Kurt were in the living room on the couch from having passed out the night before after their tv marathon. After their talk the two had had quite a great night; they ate most of the food that Blaine had, it wasn't much obviously, and stayed up into the unholy hours of the night when no man should be awake. They watched trashy tv in silence just enjoying each other's company. It was a nice escape from reality for the both of them. Blaine's dream was the only thing on his mind, though. Seriously, what was that all about? Where had it come from?

As birds chirped outside the window, Blaine lost his train of thoughts. He moved his free arm to place it under his head, but his actions were stopped when a movement outside the window caught his attention. When he turned his head to fully look, all he could see was a blur of dark colors and then it was gone. It was probably just a big bird or something, he thought, brushing it off.

He sighed and closed his eyes, but immediately images from the dream danced behind his eyelids. His eyes snapped open again. Well, there was no way he was going back to sleep today. Blaine shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable. Kurt started shifting as well.

From the spot on Blaine's chest, Kurt slowly woke up with a smile gracing his lips. He kept his eyes shut as he roused, choosing instead to try to catch more sleep. After shifting slightly on top of Blaine, he froze, eyes flying open, figuring out just what he was lying on. Startled, he jumped back, only to land on the floor with a loud thud. Blaine's head immediately appeared over the edge and looked down at him.

"Are you alright?" Blaine questioned. Kurt's cheeks burned red as he looked back at Blaine. He quickly shifted his gaze to somewhere to the right of the elder's head.

"Um, I—I'm fine," Kurt replied, laughing nervously. He rubbed at the back of his neck before speaking once more. "So-sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep on you," he murmured, his facing turning an even deeper shade of crimson. Blaine smiled adoringly down at him.

"It's fine. I wasn't exactly protesting," he laughed. "As uncomfortable as that couch is to sleep on, I think that was probably the best sleep I've ever had." Kurt refused to meet his gaze and drew his knees up to his chest, laying his head down on them. Blaine sat up on the leather sofa and yawned.

"Oh, um… thanks?"

Blaine giggled, legit giggled, at Kurt's confused statement. The younger boy just glanced disbelieving at him. Who knew that a deadly creature of the night could sound so much like a school girl with a crush? That just added to the growing list of things proved to Kurt that Blaine was just a giant goof ball and would never purposely hurt him. Kurt smiled and joined in on the laughter. Kurt's infectious giggles sent Blaine into another fit, and vice versa. Together, they became a laughing mess of tears and clutched stomachs for the greater part of three minutes. It wasn't even that funny. Kurt's laughs diminished first as he wiped a tear from his smiling face.

"Oh, man," he said. Blaine just nodded. Once the laughter finally died down, they were smiling at each other like the best of friends.

"So…"

"So."

Kurt moved his gaze to the floor before raking a hand through his un-styled hair, wincing at the feeling of second day greasiness that was quickly approaching.

"Before you say anything more, I need another shower. Preferably at home this time." Blaine's head nodded shortly as Kurt stood up.

"Yeah, just—let's get dressed and stuff and then we can head back to your place. I'd like to drive you, if you don't mind," he asked. Kurt smiled gratefully down at him.

"That'd be nice, thank you."

"Of course."

They took turns using the bathroom and the bedroom to get ready. Kurt took his time attempting to style his hair into submission with the minimal products that the vampire owned. So much hair gel. He borrowed a simple white shirt and a pair of sweatpants from Blaine, even though both were slightly too small for his body.

After sharing a quick breakfast consisting of a few scrambled eggs and coffee made by Kurt, they set out of the apartment. Thankfully, they were both on Thanksgiving break, so they didn't have to be at school for the next few days. The air outside was crisp and chilly, drawing small shivers from either man. As they drove, Kurt gave Blaine directions, but the ride was otherwise silent save the soft hum of the heater. It only took a few minutes to reach the Hummel household from Blaine's.

"Here we are, home sweet home," Blaine said as he put the car in park in the driveway. Burt's old truck was missing, presumably still at the shop. Kurt slammed the door shut as he stepped out. Blaine did the same.

"Do you want me to come in with you?" The vampire asked. Kurt turned to him with a cheeky grin on his lips.

"Sure, if you want. You don't need to be invited in, do you?" he joked. Blaine chuckled softly and shook his head.

"I do, unfortunately," Blaine replied. Kurt looked somewhat surprised at first, but nodded his head very slightly and continued on without saying anything, Blaine following behind. When they reached the porch, Kurt made a show of walking through the threshold and turning around to face Blaine, leaning against the door from and crossing his arms and leaving Blaine behind him on the porch.

"So, are you gonna let me in?" Blaine asked, crossing his arms as well.

"Hmm, I really don't know if I should…" Kurt said with a teasing glint in his eye. "I mean, what would my father say if he found out I let a big scary vampire into the house without anyone else there?" he teased with a pout.

He was teasing, Blaine thought. Two could play at that game.

"Well, we'll just have to make sure Papa Hummel doesn't find out then, won't we?" he asked, his own teasing glint and smirk matching Kurt's.

Kurt gasped and held his hand to his heart. "How scandalous, Mr. Anderson!" he laughed.

"Ah, you know vampires," Blaine said, "we're the masters of scandal." Kurt chuckled softly and looked down at his feet, Blaine doing the same.

"Come in, Blaine." The vampire crossed the threshold, muttering his thanks and closing the door behind himself.

Together they made their way inside. Instantly Blaine could sense that something was wrong with Kurt.

The house was eerily silent to Kurt since he always got home after his father who always had on either the radio of the tv. The house was cold, quiet and dark. Everything that it wasn't supposed to be. Kurt pictured it as it usually was, warm, bright, and full of life. Everything that it was in that moment was the opposite of it, and it caused a frown to form on Kurt's face. He was stopped in the doorway, looking at everything as though it was alien. It wasn't right.

It reminded him of the conversation he had with the nurse yesterday. Nothing she said was right. Burt wasn't supposed to be in the hospital. They weren't supposed to be unsure if he would heal fully.

"Blaine…" he muttered.

"What's wrong? Kurt? Are you alright?" Blaine asked, concerned.

"I don't—I can't…" he trailed off and let a large frown form on his face. It wasn't right. It wasn't supposed to be like this.

Blaine maneuvered his body in front of Kurt's and placed his hands on the boy's slightly trembling shoulders. "Hey, hey Kurt, look at me," he said shaking the fairy faintly. "What's up?"

"Blaine… I can't—It's all just so… wrong."

From Kurt's gaze constantly shifting to one thing or another, Blaine gathered that he must be talking about the house. Seeing it so empty with his father in the hospital must've been hard for him.

"I can't stay here, Blaine. I can't," he whispered. "Nothing's supposed to be this way. It's not home like this." His gaze was no on the floor in the space between their feet.

"Hey, hey, Kurt, listen to me. We can figure something out if you don't want to stay here while your dad's not here. We could go get you a hotel room, yeah? One of the ones with big flat screens and free wifi? Maybe even one that has a pool?" he suggested, not knowing entirely what to say. Where else was he supposed to stay?

Kurt minutely shook his head. Still too empty, he thought.

"O-okay? What about with a friend, huh? I'm sure Mercedes would love to have you for a while. You two seem close, right?"

He got the same reaction out of the quiet boy. She wouldn't understand why. Blaine was at a loss. What was he going to do? He couldn't let Kurt stay in a house that felt wrong to him, and he obviously didn't like either of Blaine's previous suggestions.

"I don't know where else…" he trailed off, a frown forming on his face. Kurt's gaze was still on the floor. "Look, why don't you go take your shower quickly and I'll figure something out, alright?"

"Okay," Kurt whispered. Without looking up, he stepped out of the doorway and walked upstairs slowly. Blaine frowned at his sudden attitude change. Just minutes ago, he was okay and even joking around, but now he was so sullen and down.

Blaine frowned while walking into the kitchen and sitting on a stool at the bar. Elbows on the counter and head in his hands, Blaine sighed. Kurt really didn't have any other choices for staying somewhere. Unless…

Well, he could stay with Blaine, but would he be okay doing so? Blaine knew that Kurt may not be up for staying with him for as long as his father is in the hospital, but what other options did they have? He wasn't just going to make Kurt suffer by being in a house that he says feels wrong or make him stay somewhere he doesn't want to. And, honestly, it would be an excuse to spend more time with the boy.

He stayed in the kitchen mulling over other options in his mind when he heard soft footsteps behind him. He turned in the chair to find a newly dressed Kurt smiling sadly, his hair still wet and unstyled from his quick shower. He was clad in his own simple lounge clothing, which appeared to be Burberry, of course. Blaine's gaze was immediately fixed upon the stray water droplets slowly rolling down the beautiful creamy expanse of neck and pooled in the dip of Kurt's collarbone. Blaine licked his suddenly dry lips, wanting instead to lick his way up that pale porcelain-

"Any ideas?" Kurt asked hopefully while smiling. He stood leaned against the wall with his arms crossed loosely in front of his chest.

"Yeah, I um, I think I have a solution to your little predicament but I don't know how comfortable you'd be doing it," the vampire said.

"What is it?" Kurt questioned quietly.

"Well, I was thinking that you could come ba-"

The ringing of the phone on the kitchen wall cut off Blaine's speech. Kurt stood straight and walked over to it before answering.

"Hummel residence. This is Kurt."

Blaine strained his ear and listened to the person on the other line speak frantically

.

"Kurt? Kurt, ohmygod. Are you alright? Mercedes and Rachel are freaking out. They said you disappeared and then there was all this blood in the locker room and your phone was there and-"

"Chandler, Chandler calm down. I'm fine, I promise. Look, I just left yesterday because my dad's in the hospital, and I dropped my phone on the way out to my car, but a, um… I just needed to drive around for a while. I'm alright," Kurt reassured the boy softly.

"But, the blood-"

"Chan, I don't know why it's there or how but it wasn't mine, okay? It was probably just some jocks getting into a fight and leaving a mess."

"You're sure you're fine? That asshole didn't start to hurt you again, did he? Cause I swear if he did I'll rip his ass to pieces," Chandler growled. Kurt's eyes quickly flicked to Blaine, whose eyes were slowly seeping black with rage.

"No, no he hasn't touched me. Not- not since last time," he murmured, wrapping his free arm around his waist. Lying to Chandler wasn't easy, but he hoped that the boy wouldn't pick up on it. Blaine, however, would.

"Good. But you'll tell me if he ever does anything to you, right? Even if he just looks at you the wrong way, I need you to tell me about it."

"Yes, I promise, but he won't do anything to me. He knows not to."

"Okay," he breathed. "Are you free now? Can I see you?"

"Um, I'm busy right now, but I can meet you at the Lima Bean around say three?" he said closing his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, sure. That sounds great. I'll see you then, I guess."

"Yeah. Bye, Chan."

"Bye Kurt. Be careful."

Kurt hummed and placed the phone back on the wall receiver. As soon as it clicked in place Blaine was out of his chair and storming around the kitchen in circles.

"Kurt what did he mean? Who's hurting you?" he growled.

"N-no one. Just, calm down, Blaine," Kurt pleaded.

"I'm not going to calm down! He said someone's hurting you at school. That makes it my responsibility. Now tell me who's hurting you!"

"Blaine, please, you need to cal-"

"Kurt," he warned, glaring at the boy.

"No one's hurting me, Blaine. Didn't you hear me say that?" Kurt pleaded. The rage the vampire held was making his heart beat faster than normal and he just wished Blaine could for once keep the temper under control.

"You lied to him. I can see right through it. Was it the same guy that almost killed you yesterday?" He walked across the room so that their faces were inches apart.

"Blaine…" Kurt whispered.

"Don't lie to me, Kurt," he pleaded softly but with an unspoken edge. The fairy opened his mouth to speak but closed it quickly. He only nodded his head once, only moving it a fraction.

"And you didn't think that it was important to tell me that there's another student threatening you right under my nose?" he whispered.

"It's not like anyone would have done anything about it!" Kurt erupted. "No one cares about the gay kid getting pushed around, Blaine. We've talked about this already. Trust me, you have no idea how long I've tried to get people to notice it. And if you haven't noticed already, we don't live in a very accepting community," Kurt snapped.

Blaine sighed and plopped down on a chair, his temper having seemingly vanished.

"I know," he whispered. "I know. But had I known something was going on… I would've done all I could to help you. You and your safety in school are my responsibility as a teacher. I should be keeping you safe and happy," Blaine finished. Warmth spread in Kurt's heart as a grateful smile tugged at his lips.

"I know, and thank you, but it's not entirely that easy. For one, it's been going on since middle school. You wouldn't've been able to change his mind very easily. Second, he would just increase the torment tenfold if confronted about it."

"Kurt, I'm so sorry that someone could be so arrogant and bigoted that they need to hurt you like that," he frowned. Kurt nodded and flicked his gaze to Blaine's slumped over form before falling into a fit of giggles.

"Kurt? Why are you laughing? Nothing about this is funny," Blaine pouted.

"No," he said wiping a stray tear away. "No, I agree with you but you just- ten seconds ago you were big scary alpha vampire Blaine and now you're just wounded puppy Blaine and the fact that you can be both in such a short period of time is a little funny to me," Kurt laughed.

Blaine huffed and crossed his arms. "That's not funny," he pouted. Kurt chuckled at his almost childlike actions.

"So um, what were you going to say before the phone rang?" the teen asked.

Blaine cleared his throat and swiftly stood before walking closer to where Kurt stood, leaned against the wall near the kitchen door.

"Well, since you said no to all my other ideas, I thought maybe you could come back and stay at my apartment until you're ready to come back or go somewhere else. I have a guest bedroom with its own en suite. You'd be able to have the privacy you want but you wouldn't be alone."

Kurt hummed and thought it over. If he stayed with Blaine, he would be protected against anyone that could try to hurt him again and he'd have company that understands his predicament. But, he was still a little wary of the vampire. However, in the case, the pros seemed to outweigh the cons.

"Okay. That could work," he said.

"Yeah?" Blaine smiled. Kurt nodded, smiling back softly. "Okay, well do you want to pack a bag or something?"

"Um, yeah I'll do that." Kurt pointed his thumb upstairs before turning on his heel and walking away. Once he reached his room, he stood in the doorway and frantically looked around with wide eyes.

Oh gods, what to pack? How long was he even going to stay with Blaine?

Kurt decided that he would only bring the essentials and enough clothes to last a week. He skillfully picked out his week's' worth of outfits and undergarments from his closet and packed them in his suitcase. He then gathered his toiletries, only what he couldn't live without, and put those in his suitcase too. He packed his laptop before realizing that all his school stuff was still at the school. He could always have Blaine pick it up, if need be. The faerie packed an extra pair of shoes, a few scarves, and a jacket before deciding that he was finished. He zipped up the suitcase and let his eyes scan the room one more time to see if he'd left anything important. His eyes landed on the bed, well, really what was under it. A smile grew on the boy's face. Might as well, he thought, crouching down and grabbing the large, old magic book from its hiding place.

With the book tucked under his arm, he shut off the light and left the room. He went down stairs and dropped his bag by the front door. A quick look to his left told him that Blaine wasn't in the kitchen anymore. Kurt narrowed his eyes and began to walk through the house to find the man. His search ended as soon as it began as he found Blaine in the living room, the first place he looked. Blaine's back was turned to Kurt and his gaze was on the many family pictures the Hummel men kept on the mantelpiece. A soft smile graced his lips as he looked, completely oblivious to the teen standing just a few yards away. Kurt leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms, looking in with a smile.

Blaine sidestepped a fraction to look at some of the other pictures. He blew out an amused breath at one of them and picked up the frame. His smile only grew after the picture briefly. As he put it back, Kurt caught a glimpse of the photo and instantly knew which one it was.

A little Kurt watched from the porch as his parents chased after each other in the snow, throwing wayward snowballs at each other whenever they found the window to do so. They were laughing and smiling and so, so obviously in love. Kurt smiled. He wanted a love like his mommy and daddy had. They were perfect for each other and completed and complimented each other in so many ways.

Elizabeth's cheeks were stained red from the cold, much like her five-year old son's. As she looked over at him, they caught each other's eye, and his mom winked. Kurt got the message loud and clear. He attempted to wink back, but instead just blinked hard with both eyes, earning a laugh from his mother. Kurt giggled as well, catching his father's attention/

"Aw, come on now, don't you two start plotting against me over there!" he chuckled. Kurt smiled and jumped up from his spot on the steps and landed right by his mother's side. The pair smirked almost identically and picked up a couple balls of snow.

"Remember the spell I taught you?" she whispered. Kurt nodded quickly while smiling. He loved doing magic with his mommy. "Good boy. Ready?" Kurt nodded and they glanced at each other briefly before chanting in unison.

They threw the enchanted snowballs at Burt, the magic making it so they never missed him. The two continued to pelt the man with snowballs, causing him to fake an injury with a playful smile. The trio laughed at themselves as they stood in the front yard, snow beginning to fall down from the clouds of the same. Burt put his arms his two favorite people and drew them close to his body. Kurt smiled. Laughing and having fun with his parents was definitely his favorite thing,

Presently, Kurt laughed at the silly memory catching Blaine's attention. The vampire turned around at the sound of Kurt tinkling laughter.

"Hey," he said. "Sorry, I was just-"

"Don't be," Kurt said, cutting him off. "It's fine." Blaine nodded with a smile and turned back towards the mantle. He carefully placed the picture back in its spot.

"You look a lot like her," he stated simply.

"Thank you," Kurt grinned. "My dad says that a lot."

"It's true. She's beautiful, just like you," Blaine murmured looking at the pictures, not realizing what he'd just said. Kurt gulped as a slight blush formed on his cheeks and neck. He nodded quickly.

"She was," he whispered. "I'm ready to go whenever you are."

Blaine nodded and smiled. "Let's go then."

Together they loaded Kurt's things into Blaine's car and drove back to his house. Blaine pointed out the guestroom to Kurt when they got inside before giving him a proper tour of the house.

Before they knew it, it was 2:30 and Kurt was getting ready to go see Chandler at Lima Bean. He was taking Blaine's car since his was still in the lot at school.

"Kurt…" Blaine trailed off, standing behind the boy as he put his shoes on.

"Yes?"

"I don't - are you sure you want to go out by yourself?" He sounded strangely concerned, making Kurt frown.

"Yes? What do you mean?" the younger boy asked. He stood up straight and turned to face Blaine. The elder's eyebrows were knitted together and his frown matched the one forming on Kurt's face.

"It's just - you were attacked yesterday. Who's to say that whoever it was won't try again?" he whispered dejectedly. Kurt huffed adorably and stepped closer to Blaine/

"Blaine, we will be in public the whole time. And the time I'm not, I'll be in the car. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. And if something were to happen, which it won't, then I have you to nurse me back to health again," he said, trying to reassure the vampire. Blaine just shook his head.

"But what if-" Kurt cut him off by placing his hands on the shorter man's shoulders.

"Blaine, I promise you, nothing will happen to me. Stop being so paranoid."

"But-"

"Ah," Kurt warned, holding a finger a fraction away from Blaine's lips. "I don't want to hear it. I'll stop by the drugstore and pick up a burner phone. I'll text you as often as I'm able until I get back. I'll be fine."

Blaine frowned but nodded. "Okay." He grabbed a pen from the desk to his left and took Kurt's hand in his own. "May I?"

Kurt gently inked his phone number into Kurt's palm. He appeared to calm down physically, but behind his eyes Kurt could see the worry. A small smile tugged at his lips.

"Better?" he asked. Blaine nodded slightly. "Good," he smiled. "I'll be absolutely fine. No worrying," he said pointing his finger accusingly at the older man.

"Fine, fine, no worrying," Blaine laughed, holding his hands up in surrender.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Good." Kurt smiled again before leaning forward to press a feather light kiss to Blaine's cheek. Both men blushed at the action but smiled at the warm contact nonetheless. Kurt pulled away after a moment. "Bye," he said, barely a whisper on his lips.

"Bye," Blaine repeated in the same volume and tone. The tall teen turned and walked out the door with a wave. As soon as the latch clicked shut, a huge grin split across Blaine's face. His head dropped to his chest as a laugh bubbled up from his throat. Chuckling lowly, he let his eyelids droop closed.

"Blaine… kiss me, please."

Dream Kurt's pleas and the wanting look on his face were the only things Blaine was met with as his eyes closed. They immediately snapped open. Blaine had completely forgotten all about the dream during the day, but it was the only thing on his mind now. He sighed and squeezed his eyes shut for a completely different reason.

Gods, what he would give for even the slightest bit of the dream to come true.

Wait, what?

"Don't be stupid, Anderson," he muttered to himself. "He'd never feel that way for you. That kiss meant nothing."

Blaine had a problem. He was falling for Kurt Hummel, the one person in the world he was supposed to truly hate. But he felt the complete opposite. What would Xavier and Andrea think? The rest of the coven? He'd be a disgrace to them all, but he couldn't care less. All he cared about was the fact that he couldn't have to one thing that made him happy, the one thing he actually wanted in this life. And it fucking sucked.

He sighed again, wondering why everything in his life seemed to go against him. Blaine frowned and made his way to the couch before taking a seat on the very edge. He leaned his elbows on his knees and put his head in his hands.

In his mind, he knew that falling for Kurt should be wrong, but inside it just felt so right.

He was at a standstill. Love Kurt, be disowned by the coven and probably every other vampire in existence. Don't love Kurt, be miserable forever for not taking that chance.

The buzzing of his phone in his pocket tore Blaine out of his thoughts. He pulled the device out and read the notification on the screen.

From: Unknown Number

2:43

Hey, it's Kurt. Phone acquired and perfectly fine :)

Blaine could almost hear the 'i-told-you-so' tone in the message, and he smiled.

To: Kurt

2:45

Thank you. Have fun with your friend.

From:Kurt

2:46

Will do. Now stop worrying. I'll text you in a little while.

Blaine put his phone on sleep and hung his head again. He shook it slowly and sighed. Again.

He sat there for a while, just thinking about everything and nothing at all. His phone buzzed again a little while after his last text from Kurt. It buzzed continually, letting him know that someone was calling. He picked it up without looking at the caller ID, scared that something had happened to Kurt.

"Kurt, what's up, is something wrong?" he asked hurriedly.

"Well, Squirt, I'm offended. Did you check your called ID when you answered the phone?" The rich baritone of his brother's voice asked. Blaine raised his eyebrows and pulled the phone away from his face. The screen told him what he already knew.

"No, sorry. What's up man? Why're you calling? You never call me."

"What?" Cooper laughed. "I'm not allowed to call my baby bro every once in a while?" Blaine furrowed his eyebrows.

"No, I didn't mean… It's just that we talked yesterday, and you rarely talk to me more than once a month." On the other end, Blaine heard his coven brother sigh.

"Fine, you got me. I was just worried about you, Squirt. With everything that's happened in the past couple days…" he trailed off, leaving the end open.

"I know, Cooper. I know. I'm doing okay though. Just shaken up a bit."

"Well, now that's a lie." Cooper said. "I can practically feel your tension through the phone. What's got you so wound up?"

Blaine sighed and ran a hand down his face.

"Well that didn't sound good."

"No," Blaine said. "I just- remember what we talked about last night? About Kurt possibly being my mate?" Cooper hummed in affirmation and let Blaine continue. "Well, I'm thinking that we were right, Coop. I think he might be mine."

Blaine could hear the smile in his brother's voice. "And what makes ya say that, Squirt?"

"Everything," he said immediately. "Just being around him makes me the happiest I've ever felt, and when he's not around me, I'm constantly worrying. His laugh makes me want to laugh, and he's just… he's perfect, Coop."

"Aww, Blainers! That's great man! That's exactly how I felt about Allie when we first met, so I'd say it's pretty likely."

"No, Cooper, that's not great."

"What?! Blaine you just said you think Kurt is your mate! How is that not fantastic?!"

Blaine blew out a breath and hesitated before answering. "One of the first things I was told before coming back home was to avoid the Seelie and specifically the Hummels at all costs. You were told that too, but you didn't listen and found your mate. Allison is both a Seelie and related to the Hummels. Don't you remember how the coven treated you both when you told us about you two? What do you think they'll do to Kurt? His own mother is the reason we were told those things in the first place. The coven will no doubt treat him horribly. I can't let that happen to him, Coop. Not with what he's dealing with right now. Not to mention that he's scared of me and told me that he wanted nothing to do with me when we first met."

Cooper was quiet. The silent air between them was tense.

"Squirt...I know. I'm sorry. But if you can show them that you love him like I did with Allie, they might not have a problem with the coven. We don't get a choice in who our mates are, and they know that." He sighed. "But you're right, and I'm not going to tell you what to do. It's your call."

"Yeah, I know. Thanks, Cooper."

"'Course, Blainers. What're brothers for, right?" Blaine chuckled softly.

"Right," he said. The two vampires were silent again, but nothing was tense.

"I gotta go, baby bro. Audition to catch and all that jazz, but if you ever need me you know you can call whenever."

"I know. Thank you."

"Bye, Squirt!"

"Stop calling me Squirt!"

The line clicked off and Blaine smiled. Even if he was a pain in the ass sometimes, his brother was someone he could rely on to just vent about stuff when he needed to.

Blaine stood up and stuffed his phone back into his jeans. After that, he walked to the one room in the house where he could get let his emotions pour out and run wild. He needed it after everything, anyways.