Chapter 1

Vampires are creatures of the night, beasts in disguise and shaped like a man, who feed on human blood. Those who know the existence of these creatures are sworn to secrecy, and are awarded gratefully: immortality, wealth, whatever the holder of the secrets desires...

~Sandy Ryerson, "The Beast Known As the Vampire"

Seventeen-year-old Kurt Hummel couldn't help but roll his glasz eyes as he watched the McKinley Day Class students surrounded the entrance of the Dalton Night Class dormitories, all was gazed and eager looks on their faces. As usual, they wanted to see the Night students as they exited. That's why it was his duty to maintain peace and to make sure they kept their distance.

"Alright everyone! Stop blocking the entrance!" he yelled as he ushered them away so each student was standing a sufficient amount away from the entrance, making sure the Night students had enough room when they did exit their building. "Dare I ask why each and every one of you want to crowd around like a freaking fan club every day? The Night students are just like us, so what makes them so special?" he said with feigned ignorance.

Deep down inside, though, he knew that he was lying his ass off. He knew what truly hid under the Night class's uniform.

He ran his hand through his chestnut hair, which was usually coiffed to perfection, though he knew now was not the case. He didn't really care what it looked like right now since it was after school because that was when his Prefect duties really kicked in, and that was stressing enough.

"Yo Hummel, you know they won't stop, so there is no point in yelling at them," Mike Chang, his friend for two years said as he came up beside him. "You know they are smitten by the Night Class, just like I was before I got Tina."

Kurt couldn't help but roll his eyes again, looking at the Asian boy. Tina Cohen-Chang was one of the Night Class students, and the two had been dating for over a year now. He sighed. "Yes, I know that Mike. But it doesn't mean that it still does not annoy me to no end!"

Mike chuckled. "I know, but when you look at them you kinda can't help yourself. Each and every one of them is breathtaking..." he stated as his eyes drifted to the entrance, where the double doors opened, revealing the Night Class students on the other side. Once they started walking towards the entrance, the "fan club hysteria" began.

Here we go, Kurt said as one by one the Night Class students filed out of the dormitories. Kurt could see the appeal that everyone could see. Each and every single one of the Night Class students were the best looking people he had ever seen. He watched as Nick Duval and Jeff Sterling strolled out, hand-in-hand, and waved at a couple of girls, who seemed to faint at the sight. Following them was Quinn Fabray, her short blond hair styled to perfection, who seemed to make her way to Joe Hart, one of the new students in the Day Class, and give him a chaste kiss before winking and walking away, making the poor boy fan himself. I wonder if he knows, Kurt thought to himself as he watched Santana Lopez walk out with Day Class student Brittany Pierce in front of him, their arms wrapped around each other. He gave Brittany a glare, and she mouthed "sorry" as Santana snickered. He was going to have to get onto those two later; they knew they had to have permission before Brittany was allowed in the dormitories!

Sighing, he watched as the last of the Night Class students filed out, when he yelled, "Alright, that's everyone! Now leave and get to your own dormitories now! The Night Class has an image to uphold and they cannot do that with all of you acting like their fan club!" A few people gave him choice looks but turned to leave before they noticed someone walking up behind Kurt, so they stayed rooted to the spot and just began another progression of squealing.

"Oh, for the love of GaGa! What are you guys doing now?" he asked as he turned around...and froze on the spot.

Behind him not only stood the most amazing person ever but also the savior of his life: Blaine Anderson. Now that they both had grown, Blaine had become like a Greek God in Kurt's dreams. He kept his hair the same, his hazel eyes always seemed to blaze when he was around Kurt, his triangular eyebrows perfect on him even if Kurt thought on anyone else would look horrible. And his body in the blue uniform with red piping hugged his body just perfectly. Kurt could feel himself getting lightheaded as he smiled.

"Hello, Kurt," he said in his soothing voice.

"H-Hi Blaine! Sleep well?" he asked as the male walked up so he was only a few inches away from Kurt.

Blaine gave Kurt a dazzling smile as he said, "Yes, I did. And it was all thanks to you, beautiful."

Kurt simply shrugged. "It was nothing, just doing my job as a Prefect."

Blaine chuckled as he took his thumb and swiped it along Kurt's smooth and pale cheek. "You do a wonderful job, as always. I on behalf of the Night Class would like to thank you for it. You work hard, and I don't think we express our gratitude enough. Plus we know how difficult our secret is that you have to keep."

"Thank you, and I would rather die then tell the secret," Kurt said with a blush. One thing no other knows except a few of the chosen like Kurt and Mike know about the Night Class that anyone else knows: the Night Class is full of nothing but Vampires.

Actually, it's filled with Purebloods and Vampires. Purebloods are those who are born vampires, and they are the only ones able to change others into vampires as well, which is why they rule the vampire world. Vampires are created for a multiple of reasons: friendship, gratitude, and for the select few-to be a Pureblood's mate, the one and only that can be with a Pureblood.

"I'm glad to hear that," Blaine said, grabbing Kurt's hand a pressing a kiss to his knuckle. "But I'd like it if you wouldn't die, because you are a keeper."

Kurt was about to reply, before he felt his hand yanked from Blaine's grasp and a tightening go around his wrist. He looked up to see his step-brother, Finn Hudson, glaring down at Blaine.

"Anderson, I think it's time you get to class. Wouldn't want you to be late," he said with a cocky attitude, which Kurt silently laughed at because really Finn wasn't like this, he was really just a big moron most of the time. For now, though, he was annoyed because, as much as he loved it when Finn became the "defensive big brother", he was embarrassed because he was doing it towards Blaine.

"Finn!" Kurt said as he smacked the boy's arm. "Not cool at the moment!"

Blaine chuckled at the two. "You do speak the truth, Hudson. I must go now, but I will see you both later. Oh, and Finn, call or text Rachel when you get the chance. She said something about you two going on a date this weekend?" Blaine said before winking at Kurt and walking away, making the remaining students swoon at his beauty.

"You have a date with Rachel Berry this weekend?" Kurt asked as he and Finn guided the Day Class students to the dormitories.

Finn nodded. "Yeah. I finally got the guts to ask her out, after you gave me that pep talk. I'm taking her out on Saturday since it's 'Valentine's Day' and everything. Thought it would be romantic," he said before whispering, "It's not everyday a you get to date a vampire, and a Pureblood at that."

Kurt nodded, because he did agree with Finn on that. Purebloods were known not to show interest in humans at all unless the human was "the one", their mate. Kurt had noticed a couple of weeks ago when he and Finn had walked past Rachel; she had looked up at Finn and seemed to sniff the air, her eyes rolling as she quickly turned around before anyone had noticed and sprinted off. Kurt had mentioned it to Finn, Burt, and Carole, Finn's Mom, that night and they had come to the decision that Finn had to be Rachel's mate; so after a strict talk from Kurt, Finn had agreed to ask Rachel out.

Kurt smiled at his brother. "I'm glad you're finally going out. I've been hoping that you would find someone Finn, and Rachel seems to be perfect for you."

Finn gave Kurt a goofy smile. "Thanks. And I hope the same with you, man. One day you'll find the right guy. He's out there somewhere."

Kurt sighed. "No, he's here. He just seems not to notice me..."

Finn laughed. "If you're talking about Anderson, then that would make you wrong. He notices only you."

Kurt bumped his shoulder against Finn's. "Not romantically. I'm just that scared little boy he saved ten years ago and brought me home to my father, who is his automotive instructor here. I mean nothing more to him." Though sometimes I wish I did, he added silently.

"Whatever dude. I ain't going to argue with you," Finn said, dropping the subject. "Can I ask you a favor?"

"Shoot."

"Will you help you plan Rachel and I's date? I want it to be perfect..."

Kurt shrugged as he grabbed the underside of his arm, walking towards their little apartment where Burt and Carole were waiting. "Sure, why not. You know how much I love planning events anyhow!"

Kurt grimaced at the sound of his voice as a sharp pain coursed through his head. Damn, the headache was back again. He would have to do something about that later. For now, he had plans to draw up.

"The Dalton Blood-Tablets are a success. Vampires worrying about starving from an insufficient amount of blood will be a thing in the past," Principal Figgins said as he smiled at Burt and Blaine, who sat across from him. "And you and the Night Class are positive that they are working, Mr. Anderson?"

Blaine nodded. "Most definitely, sir. In fact, I just had one earlier this morning. My appetite has been sated...well, aside from earlier. But that was easily taken care of."

Burt noticed that Blaine fidgeted in his seat. He asked, "W-Was it because of Kurt?"

Burt didn't bat an eye as Blaine nodded. "It was sir," Blaine replied, remembering the way Kurt's smell wrapped around him earlier when they were standing outside. "Honestly Burt, it is taking more and more resistance Burt on my part. He has grown into such a beautiful creature, and I am afraid of losing control when I am around him. The time is near..."

Burt sighed as he took of his baseball cap, rubbing his bald head. "I know. His eighteenth birthday is next month, and I remember the pact."

Blaine growled. "Oh really? Surely if you truly remembered the pact then you would have given Kurt to me months ago and he would have been mine already! You both know exactly what he is. You know the longer he stays that way, the more danger we are putting him in! He belongs to me, damn it, and I want everyone to know that!"

Burt grimaced, looking up at the boy whom he had considered another son many years ago. Right now that said boy looked at him with red tinged into his hazel eyes, showing off his annoyance. "Blaine, calm down. I know," Burt said comfortingly. "Kurt has belonged to you ever since Elizabeth conceived him. I knew that when I married her and we decided to have him. I know what Kurt is, but he is still my son! I know it's hard, Blaine, but you know Kurt has to make the decision in the end. Not me, not you, not anyone else...him. You cannot force him to do anything, that was also part of the pact. You have to earn his trust." Burt took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. He didn't need to have another heart attack, not now. "Kurt is in love with you, Blaine; he has been since that snowy night, so I know when the time comes he will accept your proposal. You have to ease him slowly into the transition, because if you do not you will end up killing him. I love you Blaine, I think of you as my son just like Finn, but you will not kill my flesh and blood by not abiding by the pact. You are nothing but traditional, Anderson."

Blaine let Burt's words sink in, sighing as he sunk into the plush leather chair, wishing it would swallow him up sometimes. "I know Burt. I love Kurt, and he will come to love me the way I love him. I apologize for my outburst. I'm just getting...testy. The more time I spend with Kurt, the harder it is for me to resist him. And if I bite him, you know what will happen..."

Burt nodded. "I do. But I also know before you do you will stop yourself, because no matter what you do not want to lose Kurt. I am confident you will make him comfortable enough to become a vampire...though in reality he kinda already is."

"Hush Burt. My door might be shut but I do not want any stragglers hearing," Figgins added quickly.

"I apologize," Burt said, dropping his voice. "Blaine, when will you start courting Kurt? I hope it is soon..."

Blaine gave a wicked smile, flashing his pointed teeth. "Why Kurt's favorite holiday of course. Even if he says he is not a fan of Valentine's Day, I know for a fact that that is a lie..."

Kurt sighed, watching as the couples walked around the school grounds, basking in the Valentine's Day glow. He wished he could be like them. He wanted his Prince Charming to come and sweep him off his feet and make him feel special today. Everyone was lucky to have someone special, and he wished he could experience that. Even Finn seemed to be on cloud nine today before he left. From what Kurt knew, he and Rachel had talked over the phone and after classes for hours and had gotten to know each other a little better.

Kurt tried to shake the thoughts out of his head as he stood up and stretched his limbs. Tonight he had to keep a close eye on the students since he was alone on patrol for the Day and Night Class students. His duty was to make sure the Day Class was safe from the Night Class, because at any sign of possible blood could drive the students crazy.

He decided to take a walk in the woods that surrounded the school, knowing for a fact that a couple of couples liked to make out in them. He didn't need anything getting out of hand, especially since it was getting late, almost midnight.

As he was walking, a root seemed snag at his pants, because next thing he knew he was falling the ground. He brought his palms out, trying to break his fall. When they hit the ground, he felt pain go across the bottom of them, and he whimpered. He sat up, looking at them in the moonlight: they were bleeding, dirt encrusted into the wounds.

"Son of a..." he said as he picked himself off the ground, wincing as he felt a pain in his knee as well. "Today is just not my day..."

He heard a rustling behind him and heard, "You can say that again."

Kurt turned to see Dave Karofsky, one of the Night Class vampires, standing behind him, giving him a toothy smile. "Fall down on your fairy ass Hummel? That's just sad..."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Fuck you, Karofsky. Wasn't my fault, stupid ground made me trip," he replied as he tried wiping some of the blood on his black coat. "What are you doing out here, anyways? Shouldn't you be in the dormitories or out on a date?"

Dave shook his head. "Nah, thought I'd come out here and see if I could find something to eat, since those nasty ass Dalton Tablets ain't doing shit for me."

"Whatever, you probably haven't even tried them," Kurt said before catching on to what Dave said. "Wait, you aren't out here looking for a human to feed off of, are you? Because if you are, then I'm going to have to report you."

"You ain't going to do shit!" Dave yelled before grabbing Kurt by the arm and bringing the boy against his body. "Wanna know why? Because I'm going to kill you, since I've been wanting to do it for such a long time, and nobody will care."

Kurt tried to protest, but Dave placed a hand over Kurt's mouth, muffling his voice. "I'm going to drain you, and you are going to enjoy it because of the fag you are, then I'm going to rip your body to sheds, so no one can find you."

"NO YOU WILL NOT!" someone roared behind them. Kurt knew that voice anywhere, and he thanked whoever was listening as he saw Blaine come into his line of vision as he watched his knight push Dave away into a nearby tree before covering Kurt up with his body. "Kurt, are you okay?" Kurt nodded, tears streaming down his face. Blaine kissed his forehead before turning to Dave. "Karofsky, you are in so much trouble. Wait until Figgins hears about this. You will be expelled and killed!"

Dave spat on the ground before saying, "You have to catch me first!", before he ran into the woods, silently and with inhuman speed.

Blaine growled. He would have followed Dave and killed him himself if it hadn't been for Kurt, who had wrapped his arms around himself and started shaking.

"Kurt, I'm going to pick you up and take you to the infirmary, alright?"

Kurt looked into Blaine's eyes, which seemed to be asking permission. He could see a flame in those eyes, something he couldn't quite place what it was. Slowly, Kurt nodded his head, giving his permission for Blaine to pick him up.

Blaine smiled before wrapping one arm around Kurt's back and the other around his legs before picking Kurt up, bridal style. At any other time, Kurt would have protested being in this position, but for now he could care less.

Blaine whispered a faint "close your eyes", which Kurt obliged to, before he began running at an inhuman speed, leaving the forest far behind them.