A/N I apologize in advance to all the Niff-shippers out there! I promise I will make it up to you in later chapters!

Birds in a Cage

Sebastian reveled in the high he was still feeling after taking Blaine's blood the night before. He knew he had taken more than he should have, but it had been too addicting to stop. He had forced himself to pull away only when the boy had gone limp in his arms.

He would have to wait until the boy was strong enough before he could drink again. There was still time, the blood moon was a month away. His species only had to drink the blood of a virgin three times before the blood moon rose every year. Blaine was bound to him now. He could call the boy to him whenever he wanted.

His only concern now was keeping that Light Walker away from his new plaything. For now, the compulsion he had placed on the curly haired boy would be enough. It gave Sebastian time to indulge in his other favorite pastime.

He had spied the two boys this morning as he had returned from his late night conquest. The tall blond had caught his eye first, but only because his form had blocked the view of the slightly shorter brunette he had been kissing. Sebastian had lured them both to his room, where he had entertained himself by watching the two boys make out, before insinuating himself between the pair. He'd drank from each of them as he'd screwed the blond senseless.

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Blaine woke up in his own bed with no idea how he had gotten there. He thought back to the night before, trying to remember what had happened. And then it came to him. Kurt had rejected him.

That thought made anger rush through him. Kurt, so prim and prudish. Kurt, who thought he was too good for Blaine Anderson. Well screw Kurt Hummel. Blaine didn't need him.

Blaine got out of bed and went to take his shower. As he washed himself, another memory slid into his mind. Sebastian.

His body throbbed with pleasure at the memory of the tall boy kissing his neck. He couldn't remember what else the boy had done to him, just that he didn't want it to stop. It had felt so good. He couldn't wait to see him again.

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Kurt felt miserable. He had driven around for two hours the night before, trying to find Blaine, before giving up and going home. He'd sent him a text, but hadn't gotten a response. Now he stood waiting by his boyfriend's locker, hoping to talk to him before class, but there was no sign of him. Sighing in defeat, he headed to his first class. He'd talk to Blaine at lunch.

But when lunch time came, he couldn't find Blaine right away. He finally found the boy in the courtyard, and was shocked by what he saw. It was Blaine, but some how different. No bow tie, no suspenders, no gel.

Instead of his usual jeans that stopped just short of his ankles, Blaine was wearing black leather pants that could have been painted on. His black Tshirt was skin tight and showed off every muscle. He wore black ankle boots with one inch heels. His hair was messily styled, not plastered down.

He looked like he'd been thoroughly fucked, and had enjoyed it. But what nearly brought Kurt to tears was the hickey prominently displayed on Blaine's throat.

"B-Blaine?" He all but choked out. The younger boy looked at him, but not in the way Kurt was used to. The look was one of indifference, almost as if the other boy didn't recognize him.

"Oh, Kurt. What do you want?" The way he'd said Kurt's name nearly destroyed the pale boy.

Kurt wanted to run away, to hide, to scream, to cry. But something held him there. "Ca-can I talk to you, alone, for moment?"

Blaine just shrugged indifferently and followed Kurt to the parking lot. The curly haired boy leaned against his car, arms crossed over his chest, staring at the taller boy. "So talk."

Kurt didn't know how to start. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I-I wanted to apologize for last night. I shouldn't have gotten upset with you. You were drunk, not thinking clearly, and I over reacted. I tried looking for you after I calmed down, but I couldn't find you. I sent you a text, but you never responded."

"Yeah, well, I was busy," Blaine sneered.

"W-with Sebastian?" Kurt asked. "Did he give you that?" He pointed at the mark over the vein on Blaine's neck.

"So what if he did?"

Kurt turned and walked away, trying to hold back the tears until he made it to his Navigator. He didn't know what had happened, but one thing was clear. That was NOT his Blaine.

He drove out of the parking lot, blindly, not really sure where he was going. He didn't know what Sebastian had done to Blaine. He needed answers. He could go to Dalton and ask his friends on the Warblers, but he didn't want to run into Sebastian.

He pulled over in to a parking lot and pulled out his cell phone. Finding the number he was looking, he pushed SEND. The call was answered on the fourth ring.

"Hello?" The voice was thick and almost strained, which was odd.

"Jeff?" Kurt asked, wondering if he had somehow dialed the wrong number.

"Kurt?" Something wasn't right, the pale skinned boy could tell.

"Yes, Jeff, it's Kurt. I was wondering if you could help me with something?"

"What?" The response was breathy, and Kurt had been certain that he had heard someone else in the background moan, while another voice murmured something Kurt couldn't make out.

Kurt hesitated, but then proceeded to ask the question he needed to know. "What do you know about Sebastian Smythe?"

"Sebastian? Why? Is this about Blaine?" This time there was no doubt about the moaning coming from someone else in the room, and the low chuckle Kurt recognized. Jeff's voice came again. "Listen Kurt, stay away from Blaine. He doesn't want to see you anymore. He belongs to Sebastian now."

"Oh, please, not you too, Jeff. Where's Nick? Let me talk to Nick, Please, Jeff."

The blond boy just chuckled as an unmistakable cry of pleasure came through the phone. "Nick's a little tied up right now. Good bye, Kurt."

Kurt dropped the phone on to the dash, and put his head down on the steering wheel, crying. He didn't know what was going on. How had Sebastian gotten to Jeff and Nick? Those two were crazy about each other.

You thought Blaine was crazy about you, too.

Kurt was jolted out of his thoughts when the passenger side door was jerked open and a large figure slid inside.

"We need to talk, Hummel."