A/N Sorry I've only been posting every other day or so, the next couple of chapters should go a little faster.

Please review and let me know if you like the story, or if you want to strangle me for what I did to Niff!

Plays and Players

"Kurt! Where the hell have you been? You're on in ten minutes and you aren't even in costume!" Artie yelled the second he ran into the dressing room.

"I'm so sorry, someone decided to ply a joke and lock me up in a shed!" Kurt lied, rushing to get changed. "Where's Blaine?"

"In the other dressing room with Rachel, and that's no excuse for being late! You should have gotten yourself out sooner!"

He rolled his eyes at the director's rant and finished dressing. He sat down and quickly and expertly applied his make-up, then dashed out into the hall just as Blaine and Rachel exited the other dressing room down the hall.

"Blaine!"

"Kurt!" The dark haired boy called out. "Where have you been? I've been looking for you everywhere! About yesterd-"

"Don't worry about that right now, we need to talk, it's important!"

"Of course, let's go ba-"

"Places! Kurt, come on, let's get to your mark!" Artie shouted.

Kurt growled in frustration. "Please, Blaine, what ever happens, wait for me backstage after the show. Don't talk to anyone else or go anywhere until then, okay?"

"I said places, Kurt! Now!" Artie yelled. The glasz eyed boy ignored him.

"Please Blaine, it's promise me!"

"Of course, Kurt! I'll be right here!"

He Kissed the curly haired boy on the cheek, and whispered in his ear, "I love you. Remember that, please, no matter what! I Love you!"

And then he ran off to take his position.

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Despite everything, the play was a huge success. Kurt had no idea how he managed to make it through. He could see Sebastian and the Warblers in the audience, leering at him. He also spotted Aleric, sitting in the back row, watching the demon and his followers. He knew Karofsky was hiding somewhere in the building. They'd all agreed it would raise too many questions for the former student to be seen.

After the final bows, and the curtain dropped, Kurt fought his way backstage. He saw Blaine at the end of the hall.

"Blaine!" He called, rushing forward. Suddenly his way was blocked by eight figures in blazers. He looked at each of them in frustration, but the last face in the row sent Kurt's heart plummeting. "Trent?"

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Blaine paced in the small hallway backstage. He felt edgy, confused. He knew he loved Kurt, and that Kurt loved him. He didn't understand why he had been acting so strange the last couple of days. The only thing he knew for certain was that he needed Kurt now, more than anything else ever.

He spun around when he heard Kurt shout his name. He smiled and took a step towards him, but stopped when he saw the Warblers step out in front of the pale boy. He frowned, and started forward again.

"Guys? What's going on?" He said, taking a few more steps before a whispered voice behind him made him stop in his tracks.

"Aren't you happy to see me, Blaine?" Sebastian drawled seductively.

Blaine blinked, his mind beginning to spin. What was he doing? Where was he going? He blinked again, eyes focusing on the fair skinned boy surrounded by blazers. He took another step forward. He needed to get to Kurt, but it felt like he was moving through knee deep mud.

"Blaine, turn around. Come to me."

Blaine hesitated, his eyes going unfocused as that voice crawled up his spine. His heart raced and his breathing became erratic.

"Come, Blaine. I can make you feel so good. Just turn around."

A low moan echoed from the curly haired boy, just before he slowly turned to the demon.

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Kurt struggled against the Warblers, who had pinned his arms to his sides, a hand over his mouth to prevent him from calling out. He watched in helpless terror as Blaine turned and walked back to the taller boy. What cut through him like a knife though, was the warm smile the shorter boy gave the demon.

Sebastian looked towards him, smug smile firmly on his evil face. The Bastard winked as he drew Blaine in. He leaned in and lick the artery along Blaine's throat, then with one last malicious grin at Kurt, he struck, razor sharp fangs piercing flesh like a hot knife through butter.

Kurt could hear the sounds of pleasure his boyfriend was making. Whimpers and sighs and moans. Tears began tracking down his face, and then shattering pain filled his skull, just before the world went dark.

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He woke slowly, a strange sensation thrumming through his body. It took hime a moment to recognize it as the vibrations from a moving vehicle. He opened his eyes and found himself spread out on the backseat of his Navigator. He tried to sit up, but pain shot through his head and he moaned.

"Careful, they hit you pretty hard."

"Karofsky?" Kurt asked, trying to sit up once more, slower this time "What happened?"

"That Trent tricked me. I didn't realize he'd been compromised. He trapped me in a broom closet during the last act. By the time Aleric found me and let me out, it was too late. We found you unconscious backstage."

"Where's Blaine?"

Karofsky sighed. "Sebastian took him with him. We're following them now. Aleric is driving my pickup behind us. Looks like we're heading back to Dalton."

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Blaine didn't know where he was or how he'd gotten there. The last thing he remembered was waiting for Kurt backstage. Now he seemed to be in some kind of store room or pantry, with no windows. The only door was locked, he'd checked. He'd screamed for someone to let him out, but no one seemed to have heard him.

He sat down against a wall, clutching his head, which was pounding again. What was happening to him? He was afraid. He kept hearing Kurt's voice from earlier whispering in his ear. I love you! Remember, no matter what happens, I love you!

Kurt would come for him, he knew it. Kurt would rescue him, and everything would be fine. It had to be.

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"I called in reinforcements." Aleric whispered as they stopped a mile down the road from the Academy. "ETA is five minutes."

Kurt paced restlessly around the parking lot they were waiting in. Think, think, think. How can I protect Blaine? Sebastian wanted Blaine because he was a virgin. He'd drank his blood twice now. Would Blaine be safe for the rest of the night, or would Sebastian rush it and feed from him again?

Kurt glanced up at the illuminated sign in front of him, and suddenly he knew what he had to do.

"Where are you going?" Karofsky asked.

"I'll be right back, I just need to get something real quick."

Without looking back, he disappeared into the Walgreen's pharmacy.