Okay, I didn't make my one week promise, but I'm here. Thank you so much for everyone who reviewed the last chapter, love you guys! Hope you enjoy this chapter.
Kurt sat at the end of Blaine's bed, legs crossed, as he read through the reviews scattered all over the sheets and Blaine's chest, writing down a quick note at the top of each one for Blaine's statement. This wasn't what he expected to be doing when he entered this room half an hour ago.
When he arrived back, he'd seen the light in Blaine's room, but ignored it, needing to lie down and think everything through, as well as calm his frazzled nerves. He had been looking forward to Nick's concert for a while but now, all he remembered was the gut wrenching feeling that he'd been lied to and betrayed. Even though he lay down on the bed, he didn't sleep, couldn't, instead he reached into his past and recited all those enchantments he'd use to heal his body, mind and soul. He felt strong again, strong enough to take Blaine on if he needed to, to find out the truth.
A part of him wondered if Blaine was holding out on him because there was something about that city that wasn't safe. But that didn't make sense; two of the local pixies had told his dad about the city; two of Burt's loyal customers. Why would they send them to a dangerous city? Then the other side of Kurt wondered if Blaine was living up to the vampires he'd been taught about; lying and manipulative in order to keep their dinner under control. Was his debt even real? What would happen when he paid off his debt? Would Blaine simply let him go as he promised? A large part of Kurt didn't think he would.
As soon as dawn broke, he was up, showering and slipping on a pair of jogging bottoms as his bare feet padded down the corridor to Blaine's room. Hand on the door knob, Kurt had walked through in his mind what he was going to do. He was going to lock the door and windows, pin Blaine's arms and legs down with a spell and then use an ice based enchantment on the vampire. With vampire's being naturally cold blooded, they can't cope with the cold. One of Kurt's teachers would recall the tale of how he had to kill a vampire with one of these spells, and the monster was dead after a minute of a touch over his heart.
He wasn't going to kill Blaine, but he was going to force the vampire to tell him the truth. Turning the handle slowly, he had opened the door to be greeted by a sight which stopped his heart. Both bed side lamps were dimly lit, the curtains were open to the city below where the red sun was beginning its assault on the dreary buildings and then there was Blaine. Head slumped forward from where it leant on the headboard, the mountain of pillows behind his shoulders supported the awkward position, his glasses perched on the end of his nose, looking down on the scattered sheets of paper held on his bare chest by a limp, curled hand. The bed sheets rested in his lap, barely visible below the mass of paperwork and a single, olive skinned foot poked out at the corner of the bed, toes curling to whatever dream was filling Blaine's slumber.
Kurt didn't realise he was leaning against the door, just watching Blaine sleep, counting the curls hanging in front of his eyes and sweeping around the base of his neck. Neither did Kurt register the movement of his own body as it moved over to the edge of the bed and carefully removed the glasses to admire those long eye lashes, batting against his cool cheeks. Placing the glasses on the bed side table and turning the lamps off, now that they were no longer needed, Kurt lifted Blaine's hand to tidy away the paperwork.
As he did so, Kurt watched Blaine, and remembered him. Remembered how Blaine had watched him at that first party, how he'd been so gentle when he bit into his wrist. Remembered when Blaine came to visit him at the farm to whisper promises of taking care of him, of rescuing him. He remembered the look of joy and relief when Blaine walked into the ballroom at Adam's establishment and how Blaine's eyes never left his. How safe he felt when Blaine carried Kurt away, how protected he felt when Blaine placed his hands on him or showed his fangs to other vampires as a warning. How much love he'd felt in each chaste or fevered kiss they'd shared in their small time together in this apartment.
He loved Blaine's smile; how it shined in his eyes, how he couldn't help but smile back and how much he wanted to always see Blaine smile. It broke his heart to think that all of that could be fake, could be a ruse to trap him here.
Would it be so bad to be trapped here?
Kurt shuddered at the thoughts coming to him. It had been so painful to travel with his family and friends, going from one city to another and watching them feed those greedy, uncaring vampires, whilst in between running from the tracking howls of nearby werewolves. The lack of sleep each night because he was worried for the safety of those who had to go to the blood parties left him with little energy to keep up with the moving group. He didn't have any of that here. Here he was looked after, cherished even... loved... but Kurt needed to know what happened to his family and friends.
And so he sat here at the end of the bed, helping Blaine with his paperwork. He would give this vampire a chance to tell him the truth, to explain to him why he lied to him... he deserved that chance after sacrificing so much of his time for him... and for treating him so kindly. Why couldn't he hate this man? The pixies at his school would tell him tales of the vampires who they fought against in the ancient war and those younger vampires who they would fight with outside of the city walls. Kurt had known nothing but hatred for this race... but Blaine... he was something else... this city was something else too... in its own bubble, a haven from the catastrophe outside of its wall.
His ears picked up the intake of breath followed by a groan as Blaine rose from his slumber, long, strong arms stretching out above his head as sleepy hazel eyes opened up to him, followed by that bright, warm, loving smile that made all of the bitterness Kurt was feeling fall away. Blaine's smile only widened when he watched Kurt lick his drying lips.
"Morning." Blaine croaked, his voice struggling to wake.
"Morning." Kurt returned, now unsure as to what to say.
"You didn't come and see me when you came home." Blaine's voice housed concern, but Kurt could only fixate on that one word, 'home'. In a strange way, this did feel like home.
"Sorry, I was tired." Kurt excused, shuffling the papers around on the bed.
"How did it go last night?" Blaine asked as he pushed himself up to sit straight, hissing at the ache in his neck.
"It was good, a couple of the vampires were a little rough but, nothing too bad. But the concert was great, Nick did an amazing job. He's really popular, isn't he?" Kurt asked, fingers running patterns on the sheets.
"He's a big star amongst the humans here. They see him as someone to look up to, to emulate... In him they see their future, if they fight for it." Blaine's smile and eyes held so much more, so many memories he was currently revisiting, and Kurt wanting nothing more than to see it all. Blaine's eyes caught his as he spoke, "Those vampires didn't hurt you, did they?"
There it was. The possessive glint in his eyes, the want to protect and hide Kurt from danger... it hide to truth from Kurt... Kurt swallowed, nodding slightly, "But it's alright. They were hungry but were surrounded by an arena of humans they couldn't touch, so can you blame them? I'm okay though."
Pushing back the sheets, Blaine stepped his hands forward to crawl over to Kurt, who held his breath in anticipation. He watched as Blaine knelt next to him, forcing Kurt to look up at him as a hand cupped his cheek and the other ran through his hair. The tip of a fang shone in the morning light as Blaine looked down on him, stroking his cheek and studying his face, and all Kurt could do was let him as he did the same.
"Are you hungry?" Kurt whispered.
Blaine's eyes flickered to his neck momentarily, "You sure you're up to it?"
Kurt nodded, a smile breaking on his lips, "You'll need it if you're taking me to the gym."
Blaine smiled brightly, reaching down to press his lips to Kurt's, a gasp for air escaping Kurt's when Blaine pulls away, staring deeply into his eyes, "You still think you can beat me?"
Kurt grinned, "I know I can." And he would, if it meant he could find out the truth.
Blaine's fangs extended fully, "I love how confident you are... how fiery you are."
Kurt turned his head to the side, arching his neck for Blaine while closing his eyes as he silently recited the chant. He knew if he wanted to beat Blaine and force the truth out of him that he shouldn't be doing this... but he couldn't deny Blaine his blood, not any more. Kurt had come to enjoy the feeling of Blaine's fangs sinking into his skin and the rock of their bodies as Blaine tried to reach within him for more.
A wanton moan escaped Kurt lips as Blaine's fangs sunk deep within him, drawing out his blood. He almost didn't notice the arms wrapping around his body, pulling him up and into Blaine's embrace, his own hands gripping at Blaine's shoulders. His breathing came out in gasps and moans as Blaine carefully drank from him. With little willpower, Kurt's hands couldn't help but run over Blaine's back, over his sides and his chest, marvelling in its tone and smile at the small gasp against his neck when his fingertips trace over his nipples.
With his teeth deep within Kurt's neck and his jaw clamped around his neck, Blaine tugged Kurt to lie down on the bed, smothering his thinner frame with his own, pushing Kurt's legs apart to slip between them, enjoying the pressure against his flushed body. With his hands pressing into the sheets beside Kurt's head, Blaine rocked his body against Kurt's, creating a delirious friction between their bodies, causing both of them to moan with need.
As Blaine sucked more blood from Kurt, he rolled his hips against Kurt's, delighting in the moans he receives and the way Kurt's body arches into his own while his lips part with gasped breathing. He loved watching Kurt writhe beneath him, loved the sounds he could make Kurt release with the slightest of touches... he didn't want to lose him... couldn't...
Pulling his fangs from Kurt's neck, he carefully licked away the blood, watching as the wounds were already starting to heal. Peppering his neck with kisses, Blaine starts a trail up and over his jaw before pressing his lips to Kurt's, revelling in the feel of Kurt's fingers threading through his curls. A lick of the lips is all that is needed to allow Blaine access to his mouth, diving in and dancing with Kurt's tongue, deepening the kiss while his hand moved down his side to his thigh, squeezing as his hips rock with Kurt's.
"I want you." Blaine declares with a groan when he pulls away.
Kurt's eyes were blown as he stares up at Blaine, with surprise, want and apprehension, unable to find his voice. Blaine waits, searching his face for his answer and his heart breaking with every beat that passes. He can see a desire swirling in the blues and greys of his eyes but he could also see a fear and uncertainty.
"I... I need the truth." Kurt forced through with a whisper of a voice.
Blaine sat back, a deep frown in his features, "What? The truth about what?"
Kurt sat up, crossing his legs beneath him and folding his hands in his lap, "About my family. You know where they are, don't you?"
Blaine took a breath to steady himself, "Kurt, you..."
"You know where Trevose Head is, don't you?" Kurt's voice boomed, a strange depth in his tone filling the room.
Blaine senses heightened as he recognised the power behind that voice; his lessons on the war between his father and pixies coming back to him, "Kurt. I need you to calm down first, then-"
"NO!"
The glass of the floor to ceiling windows shattered, scattering out across the horizon and falling like rain to the pavement below. Blaine stood to look down as he heard screams reaching up to their floor, but thankfully no one seemed to be hurt, just startled. He sighed heavily, his mind racing with all the media gossip this would attract, but his mind was soon focused on only one person when he turned back to Kurt.
Sat on the bed, hand clasped over his mouth with tears shimmering in his eyes; Kurt looked scared... terrified of what he'd just done. Moving back over to the bed, Blaine was glad when Kurt allowed him to pull his shaking form into his arms, and that's when he heard the hiccups in his shaken breathing.
"Kurt. It's alright." Blaine whispered to him.
"I didn't mean... I didn't know. Did I hurt anyone?" Kurt sniffled.
"No. No one got hurt. Don't worry." Blaine sucked on his fangs as he thought over an idea, "Why don't we head to the gym? I booked a room for us to train in and we can discuss anything you want to when he get there. The room will hold any outbursts you might have... then, if you want, or need, we can talk about training you to control that temper you have."
Kurt swatted Blaine, half playfully, half with the simmering temper Blaine had just teased him about, "I don't have a temper..."
Blaine cocked an eyebrow, smirking at the flushed cheeks on Kurt's pale skin, "Sure you don't... what do you think?"
Kurt thought it over for a moment, blinking back his tears, "You promise you'll tell me the truth, about anything I ask?"
Blaine cupped Kurt's cheek to get him to look into his eyes, "I'll tell you anything and everything. I promise, but you need to promise me you won't run off."
Kurt nodded mutely, finding the sincere look in Blaine's eyes enough for him give him this promise, even if it did fill him with worry for what the truth may hold.
Kurt tugged on his collar as he sat opposite Blaine in the back of the black limousine that had come to pick them up outside the apartment block. He couldn't figure out if Blaine had tightened the collar by an extra notch before they left or whether Kurt's nervous disposition about what he was going to learn was getting to him; either way, he was finding it difficult to breath.
When they left the apartment, they had been ambushed by the press, trying to find out what had happened earlier, pushing microphones into Blaine's face, chest and shoulder. Blaine, with a charming smile and sunglasses on, simply held Kurt close to him, shielding his eyes with his hand and smuggled him into the limo, giving his audience a quick apology before telling the driver to step on it.
"Hopefully we'll beat them there." Blaine muttered, cleaning his sunglasses while looking out the window.
"They probably bribed the receptionist to tell them about the room you booked." Kurt retorted.
"Probably. Just stay close to me and you'll be alright." Blaine smiled, and Kurt couldn't help but smile back, because, in truth, even though Blaine was seemingly hiding something from him, he still felt safe with Blaine.
A knock on the dividing glass between them and the driver indicated that they would be arriving soon. Blaine put his sunglasses back on and reached over to take Kurt's hand in his, rubbing the soft skin over with his thumb in silent comfort. As soon as the limo came to a halt, Blaine opened the door and pulled Kurt out and, releasing his hand, wrapped his arm around him, pulling Kurt against his body as they stormed passed the crowd of reporters huddled outside the gym.
None of them addressed Kurt, almost ignoring him, all their questions directed to Blaine about the incident this morning, about his absences and about the enquiry into the attack on the park. Blaine ignored them all, holding Kurt that much tighter with each step and picking up speed. Blaine had just pushed Kurt through the door when a reporter spoke up from the crowd.
"How are you going to explain to your supporters as to why you now have a pet after insisting you would never own one?"
The fangs were out. His eyes were black. Blaine turned on the crowd of reporters, whose microphones were poised but shaking in the presence of Blaine. He hissed and growled at the reporter, eyes boring into his soul, making the reporter and those around him shrink back.
"He's not my pet. If I find any of you reporting him as such, you will have to deal with me."
Nothing else was said, just silence amongst the reporters as Blaine closed the door and with a hand on Kurt's lower back, lead him over to the reception. Kurt followed dutifully and silently, not wanting to anger Blaine further. The receptionist put on her best smile, but Kurt could tell even she was slightly scared.
"Good Morning, Governor Anderson. We've reserved your room as you asked. You have it for as long as you need." She spoke as she handed over a key.
Blaine sucked on his fangs as he pulled them back and his eyes returned to normal, "Thank you, Hilda."
Blaine's charming smile was back and Hilda smiled back with a relieved sigh. With his hand back on Kurt's back, Blaine lead him down to the corridor towards their room, all the while having trainers walking by, greeting them with kind words and smiles. Blaine greeted them all by name much to Kurt's surprise, but Kurt was more surprised by Blaine's outburst; he didn't see Kurt as a pet, so what was he to Blaine? If he didn't see him as a pet then he couldn't have intent to keep Kurt... so what were his intentions?
Once they reached the room, Blaine unlocked the door and allowed Kurt in first before locking them in and hanging the key next the door. As Kurt unbuckled the collar from his neck, he took a moment to look around the room; not that there was much to see. There were no windows and no equipment, just magnolia coloured walls with a blue cushioned flooring and cushioned panelling half way up the walls. The lights above spread light throughout every corner of the room and even the inside of the door had padding on it.
Kurt turned to watch Blaine pull off his jacket, leaving him in jogging pants and a black vest which had Kurt licking his lips in admiration. Before Blaine could notice, Kurt turned his back from him to remove his own jacket, leaving him in similar clothing.
"Blaine?" Kurt continued once he heard a hum, "What... if I'm not a pet, then what am I?"
A sigh was his immediate response, followed by the padding of bare feet on the floor coming towards him then a tender, rubbing touch on his back.
"Someone I care for... someone I want to help... someone... I think I want more from."
Kurt turned to Blaine, falling under that intense gaze again, his body arching towards the man in front of him. He wanted more as well, wanted more from the man before him but first there needed to be trust.
"What are you hiding from me?" Kurt asked in a hushed voice.
Blaine stepped back with a cough to clear his voice, "What if I told you, that I believe your mother had you and your father under a hypnotic spell."
Blaine shifted away before the blast of wind could slam him into the far wall, "What if I told you your father's clients used the same spell on him and your teachers and pixie students used the same one on you."
Blaine shifted again and again, escaping the blasts aimed at him. He knew he was provoking Kurt, he could see the anger pouring off Kurt, could see the tears piercing his eyes, but there wasn't an easy way of telling him this.
"You're lying!" Kurt screamed, "My mother would never use a spell on me or my father!"
"What if I told you she died because she couldn't bear to use the spell any longer?" Blaine called out over the blasts wafting passed his head.
Kurt's eyes widened in horror, "What are you talking about?"
Blaine paused to catch his breath, glad to see Kurt had stopped trying to attack him, "Do you remember seeing green streaks coming from your human friends? Coming from you and your father?"
Kurt paused, thinking back, remembering seeing long trails of green fog hanging in the air around the school and around the garage. It would happen when the part of his which was a pixie was developing and when he was struggling to control the strength and skills it gave him. He remembered seeing it lifting out of Finn, Rachel and Mike many times during assembly and class and settling in the air before falling onto the mainly pixie population of the class or school.
He remembered Burt shaking hands with his clients, watching a green fog settle over them... and he could remember, just, his mother stroking Burt's hand and the same green fog lifting from his hand into hers.
"I remember." Kurt spoke with a shaky voice, "What of it?"
"Didn't you ever question it?" Blaine asked.
Kurt shook his head, "I asked one of the teachers, but she just told me it was my pixie sight picking up old pixie energy, and that once I matured it would go."
"She was lying to you."
Blaine jumped from another attack, having to use his vampire speed this time, looking back at the wall to find one of the pads blown open and the stuffing floating to the floor. Turning back to Kurt, he could see the pain, could see the confusion and he was finding it painful himself to shatter the paradise Kurt once had.
"No." Kurt shook his head, "She... she was the only one who cared about me... who tried to help me when I was bullied."
"I'm sorry Kurt. But I'm not lying. You have to believe me when I tell you that pixies need humans in just the same way as vampires do." Blaine waited for Kurt to fire back at him, but it never came, just a teary confused look, "Vampires feed on human blood to survive. Pixies feed on human energy." Again Blaine paused, taking a deep breath for the attack he knew was coming, "Your mother was feeding from your father, slowly killing-"
He didn't even get chance to finish, blow after blow of bursts of wind came at him with enough force to shatter the padding and crack the concrete walls. Blaine couldn't see Kurt, moving at speed around the room, but he could hear him and soon he caught the flutter of his feet and was able to follow him around the room, dodging his attacks at his own increased speed. Blaine advanced, trying to catch Kurt but instead had to defend himself as Kurt threw punch after punch at him, and once Kurt's frustration at not hitting him built up, he was forced to block the strong blows from Kurt's kicks.
Blaine didn't want to attack Kurt, but with his arms becoming sore, he lunged at a faster pace to Kurt, grabbing his wrists and throwing him to the ground, pinning him down while Kurt thrashed and screamed at him to let him go.
"Kurt!"
Blaine shouted out, with his fangs extended and his hazel eyes clouding over with a black mist. The boom in Blaine's voice stopped Kurt from thrashing, wide blue eyes staring up at him.
"You're wrong about my mother." Kurt whispered, clenching his fists.
"I'm not. You told me how your mother died, how she seemed to become weaker and weaker by the day, how your father told you it was terminal cancer. Kurt... it wasn't cancer. Your mother was one of the good ones, one of the pixies who couldn't continue to feed off the humans, who didn't want to cause you and your father any more harm... but that's what killed her. She became dependant on yours and your father's energy, to the point where she couldn't take anyone else's energy... If she had continued to feed off you two... your father would be dead by now and you wouldn't be far behind. Surely you'd noticed how young the humans were dying?"
Blaine's explanation confused Kurt, but in a strange, terrifying way, it made sense and that scared Kurt even more, "No. We were out living the older generations... don't all humans live until they're around 50?"
Blaine shook his head sadly, "No Kurt. Most humans, even those in this city and others, have a life expectancy of 85."
Blaine gave Kurt a moment to let all that he'd told him sink in, and what Kurt said next, with tears in his eyes, broke his heart, "My mother died, so that we could live?"
"Yes. She was a brave woman. She loved you dearly."
Blaine let go of Kurt's wrists to let the grieving man below him cry, sitting back to watch as Kurt curled up and cried as he took this in. All Blaine could do was rub his back and wait patiently for Kurt to calm down. Once the tears subside, Blaine's body stiffened, noticing the flare of anger and worry fill Kurt's eyes. Deep blue eyes lifted to him and the air around went cold, cold enough for Blaine to be able to see his breathe before him.
"Trevose Head... Is a pixie city... Are they going to do this same thing to my group? Will they drain my father until he dies?" Kurt's voice became angrier with every word he spoke.
"I know that city well... They have no regard for humans, but put out the message that it is a haven for them. They put them under a hypnotic spell to keep them there, to believe that they're in a paradise and drain them to the point where most humans don't see past their thirty fifth birthday."
Blaine reacted just as Kurt did, racing towards the door, towards the key hanging there. Kurt reached out for the key; he needed to get out of here, he needed to get to Trevose Head. He needed to get Burt and Finn out of there before anything happened. He thought about his father's heart condition and what a strain it would put on that. He couldn't lose his father, not again.
Just as the tips of his fingers touched the cool plated gold of the key, they were gone, snatched away by Blaine who moved faster than Kurt could keep up with. But he tried, following Blaine around the room with a growl and cry of fury for the key clenched in that olive toned fist. Every time Kurt would reach the fist, Blaine's other hand would slap him away.
"Kurt! You promised you wouldn't run!" Blaine shouted.
Kurt just got angrier, lashing forward to punch Blaine, but his fist was just pushed away. Kurt would kick, but Blaine would just sweep his foot away. Kurt would lunge, but Blaine would just step aside. Over and over this would go on, Kurt would surge faster but Blaine would just evade him quicker. Kurt would send a strong gust of wind at Blaine, but Blaine would just step aside. Over and over this went on, until Kurt was worn out, his eyes unfocused and his head spinning.
Hands wrapped around his wrists and pinned him to a small patch of wall that hadn't been destroyed, and Kurt could only let Blaine do as he wished. He was exhausted, physically and mentally. He was panic stricken for what might be happening to his friends, to his father and he was angry with Blaine for keeping this from him.
"So you're a wind element pixie, with a healer's touch. Still young but with a bit of training-"
"I don't care about the training! Why did you hide this from me?! I need to find my father! I need to get him out of there." Kurt yelled.
Blaine watched Kurt fight to get free with little avail and waited for him to give in, watching sadly as Kurt's head went limp, followed by a whimper of a sob.
"Kurt." Blaine whispered, "We didn't even know if your father and your friends were there. Wes only found them and confirmed their identities the other day."
"Then if we pixies are that bad then why haven't you got them out of there already!"
"I know the Prince Consort of Trevose Head. He's not just going to let us take new blood from him. He'll use it as another excuse to start a war between pixies and vampires. He and the King have been threatening such a war for years. Jeff and David have been working up a plan to sneak in and get them out." Blaine tried to explain.
Kurt listened, trying to understand, "Let me help. Let me help get them out. I'm a pixie, I should be able to get into the city easily, right?"
"You can't leave the city. You have to pay off your debt first."
"Then help me pay it off." Kurt pleaded, "Help me, then I'll help you and everyone to get them out of there. You know you need me."
Blaine sighed, releasing Kurt but staying where he was, "I'll have a word with the organisers of the ball for the Count, make it known you're a pixie and get your price lifted. You'll be seen as the most desirable blood bag there... everyone will be after your blood. If you can give everyone at that ball a taste of your blood... that along with your payment for the evening's entertainment should pay off your debt."
"And then we can get my family back?"
Blaine nodded, "Yes."
Kurt lent in, leaning his forehead against Blaine's, "Thank you. Thank you for being honest with me, and thank you for everything you've done for me."
"I'd do anything for you, Kurt." Blaine whispered through a lump in his throat, his mind racing with thoughts of letting Kurt be taken by all the elite vampires, by the thought of putting Kurt in danger in that city and by thoughts of losing Kurt after all is done.
Kurt smiled sadly, reading Blaine's thoughts through his eyes, "I'm sorry I tried to blow you away."
Blaine laughed, smiling at Kurt, "I forgive you... I'm sorry I wasn't honest with you. I should've had more faith in you."
Kurt bit his lip nervously, "Blaine... Earlier you said... you wanted me."
Kurt gasped quietly at the sultry look sent his way as Blaine remembered his own words, "I still do."
Kurt licked his lips, "How, do you want me?"
Blaine groaned, a hand reaching out to stroke Kurt's thigh, "Kurt, you shouldn't ask a man that."
Kurt blushed, ducking his head, allowing Blaine to lean over and press firm kisses into the soft skin of his neck, tracing a pattern up to his ear, enjoying the soft whimpers Kurt lets echo through the room, "I want to get to know you, more personally then what we have... Like I said, I don't see you as a pet, I see you as someone... someone I could see spending eternity with."
Kurt groaned as Blaine sucked on a spot behind his ear, closing his eyes for a moment to enjoy the sensations sending him dizzy, "I... I wish we'd met under different circumstances."
Blaine pulled away slowly to meet Kurt's eyes, both of them sharing a similar expression on their faces; one of remorse, need and wonder. Blaine sighed, nodded while sucking in his lips and looking away... afar at nothing in particular, deep in thought.
"I always dreamt I'd met that someone special at that coffee shop I took you to. That I'd turn up one morning when it's been raining heavily, I'd stumble in and shake the water off me, order my coffee and then that someone would arrive at the door, head covered by a large umbrella and he would shake it aside and stride through the door in all his glory... and our eyes would met... and he'd give me a charming smile..." Blaine coughed and tried to tone down the blushing smile that had grown on his face, finally looking up into Kurt's eyes as he continued, "I didn't expect to find that someone... dressed in my old school uniform, looking terrified with what was about to happen to him and then watch as the drug overtook his body. I never thought I'd have to force that special someone to gift himself to other vampires in order to pay off a debt I should've been able to get him out of."
Kurt blinked back his tears and reached out to stroke Blaine's hand while his other hand stroked his cheek, "When... when I pay off that debt. Will you... will you take me out on a... date?"
Blaine's smile blew away any doubts Kurt may have had about the man before him, "I'd love to."
Kurt smiled in return, "We can arrange to meet at that coffee shop... and I'll show you an entrance."
Blaine chuckled, shuffling closer to kiss Kurt, moaning when Kurt deepened the kiss, tongues brushing along one another, copying one another as arms wrapped around each other and that's where they remained until the sun began to set, just sharing chaste kisses and whispering promising words about a date that seemed too far away for both of them. Yes, Kurt's head was heavy with worry for his family and the dangers they'd encounter getting them out of that city, but right now his heart was winning, and his heart wanted Blaine.
The ball's the next chapter, gonna be a tough one for Blaine. Reviews are always welcome and I'll work on that one week update...