Chapter 2

Purebloods will only choose one person as their mate. Because Purebloods are proud and strong creatures, no one can choose them, only the Pureblood can choose. When a Pureblood chooses someone, they accept that they are not strong without that someone by their side, and they will only submit to their mate. They choose a mate to be their support through eternity, and vow to love them until the day they parish...

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

Blaine carefully sat Kurt down on one of the few infirmary beds that filtered the room, looking at him with concerned hazel eyes. "Kurt, are you alright?"

Kurt nodded slightly, rubbing his hands together, trying to make the sting go away. "Yes, I am fine. A little shaken up, but I have had worse. I'm thankful Carole isn't in here because I must look so pale that it would alarm her."

Blaine chuckled. "I think your color looks magnificent on you." The vampire pulled up a chair in front of Kurt and gracefully sat in it. "Karofsky is such an fucking idiot. I hope he didn't scare you too much?"

Kurt shook his head. "No, he didn't. He's always been difficult, at least around me. He's been harassing me since I came out of the closet. He just an ignorant homophobic jerk in my book. Besides, no one pushes the Hummel's around, as my father says. I'm tough."

Blaine nodded. "You do speak the truth. I am afraid Karofsky has always been like that. I've tried reasoning with him, telling him it would be for the best and for all of us for him to change his attitude, but alas he is so damn hard-headed that I stopped trying." Blaine sighed as he grabbed a hold of one of Kurt's hands and ran his finger across it, rubbing what he was hoping smoothing circles into the skin to help the boy calm down. "I also hope that he did not change your opinion of vampires either. I would be very upset if he did, because I do not wish for you to be scared of me either..."

"N-No! N-Not at all!" Kurt said, waiving his hands frantically. "I would never be afraid of you Blaine or some of the others! You are wonderful Blaine, just like Nick, Jeff, Quinn, Tina, and even Rachel, though she is a little bit too diva in my book." He winced, the stinging in his palms becoming more intense. "Oww, okay so maybe that was not the coolest idea I have ever had."

Blaine chuckled as he rolled his eyes. "No, I don't think it was." The Pureblood gently grabbed both of Kurt's hands, bringing them palm up to see the wounds. "These look like they hurt. How about I heal them for you?"

Kurt couldn't help the blush spread on his cheeks. Kurt knew vampires could heal wounds with their saliva, and Blaine had healed many wounds for Kurt before in the past. "S-Sure."

Blaine said, "Shh," before bringing Kurt's palms to his mouth, running his tongue over the wounds. Kurt couldn't help but watch as Blaine opened his mouth wider, his fangs scraping a little against Kurt's skin as he continued licking the wound clean. Kurt watched in awe as where Blaine's tongue touched the skin seemed to stitch back up together.

Blaine couldn't help the thoughts from going through his head as he digested Kurt's blood. The taste hit him like a ton of bricks. He had never tasted anything so pure and delicious in his life. The tasted seem to explode on his tongue and made him hungry for more, but he knew he couldn't bite Kurt and drink his blood that way.

With a groan Blaine pulled away, inspecting Kurt's palms, which seemed to have no trace of injury on them whatsoever.

"There you go, lovely," Blaine said, releasing the boy's hands. "All done."

"Thank you. It always amazes me on how you do that."

"A magician never reveals his secrets. I promise, one day all things will become clearer for you. Let's keep this a secret between us for now, okay?"

Kurt nodded. "Always. Thanks for saving me...again. I don't know how I can ever repay you."

Blaine grinned. "I can think of something."

Kurt raised a perfectly trimmed brow. "Oh?"

"Go on a date with me," Blaine simply replied. "Nothing too fancy, just come to the Night Class dormitories tomorrow morning. We can do a movie marathon like we use to when we were younger."

"R-Really? What about your sleep?" Kurt asked, feeling butterflies in his stomach. Had Blaine Anderson of all people just ask him out?

Blaine shrugged and shook his head. "No, I'll get some tonight, that way I can be with you tomorrow. I miss the times we used to spend together."

"M-Me too," Kurt said. He could feel his face become hotter as he remembered what he could of his past. "I remember how you would come over and spend time with Dad and I, especially on the holidays. We haven't done that much since he got married."

Blaine nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I know. I didn't want to interfere with your new life. I wanted you to be happy."

"I am happy, especially when I am around you. You saved me Blaine, and that's something I can never repay you for."

"Don't say that, because you can." Blaine held a hand out for Kurt to take so he could help him stand. "Soon I will reveal how one day, but not today. Any-who, will you come tomorrow?"

"Of course!"

"Good. Be there around nine o'clock?" Kurt held up a thumb, agreeing. Blaine smiled at the boy beside him. One day, and soon, this boy would be his. And he would be Kurt's.

Kurt stood nervously outside the Night Class dormitories, leaning on one foot then the other as he waited for someone to answer the door. Today instead of his regular and boring uniform he wore a purple sink shirt with a black mesh shirt over it, white skinny jeans and black Doc Martins. It felt good to not have to worry about wearing the uniform and being able to express himself and dress the way he wanted to, not the way somebody else wanted. He wondered if Blaine would appreciate was he was wearing?

Stop thinking like that, you stupid ass, he thought to himself. Blaine doesn't think of you that way!You are nothing but that scared little boy he saved ten years ago. He would never have any type of the romantic feelings you want him to have. You're just another human in this world...You are not his mate.

He stopped rambling with himself when he head the door open and looked up to see Jeff, his bleached blonde hair sticking up in every direction, walk out, his usual light brown eyes reddening as they hit the sunlight. He hissed in annoyance as the sunlight hit him, backing up to stand behind the door, trying to cover his body from the harsh light. "Who is it?"

"Kurt Hummel," Kurt replied, feeling stricken about having the Pureblood walk out into the sunlight. Kurt knew that the sun did not cause death like many of the human myths stated, but it did make them extremely irritated.

Jeff swung the door open further to allow Kurt to walk in. The human quickly walked inside, Jeff slamming the door behind him. "Hiya Kurt!" he said excitingly, bouncing on his feet. "Sorry 'bout the attitude just a minute ago. The sun makes me so irritable, Nicky is always saying how I need to watch my temper when I am around it. Watcha doing here?"

"B-Blaine invited me..." Kurt answered.

Jeff's face lit up in remembrance. "Oh! I forgot. He told me that we should expect you today." He turned away from Kurt and faced towards another room. "Nick, I'll be right back, my love. I'm going to take Kurtsie to Blainers for their movie date. I promise I will be quick!"

Kurt could hear from the other room a soft laugh and a reply of "okay" before Jeff gestured for Kurt to follow him. They walked up a grand staircase that led to a long hallway, where they walked down until they reached the end, where a set of huge double oak doors towered over them. With a very over-productive bow, Jeff gestured towards the door before walking away, waving behind him before jumping onto the banister and jumping off. Kurt did not have to worry since he was a vampire, so he laughed at the blonde's antics.

Kurt turned towards the door and took a deep breath, trying to calm what nerves hadn't been fried yet. When he was calm enough, he knocked on the door three times. He heard Blaine say "Come in", his magical voice pouring through the door, as well as shuffling noises throughout the room.

Kurt pushed the door open, his mouth dropping from what he saw. The room could only be described as amazing, something he had trouble admitting because to him his room was the best of the best. The walls were painted a pale golden color that seemed to glisten from the light produced by a crystal chandelier that hung in the middle of a tall ceiling. In one corner was a king-sized canopy bed with red sheets and a navy blue comforter; Kurt could sweat that the sheets were silk from how smooth they looked. On the opposite wall on the bed a huge flat screen television hung, which produced a blue screen. Directly in from of Kurt was a huge table, where Blaine stood with an assortment of food produced on it: chips, cookies, candy, sodas, waters, and of course loads of popcorn.

Blaine's back was to Kurt, and the Pureblood was singing as he arranged the items on the table.

Let's go all the way tonight

No regrets, just love

We can dance until we die

You and I, we'll be young forever

You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream

The way you turn me on, I can't sleep

Let's runaway and don't ever look back

Don't ever look back

My heart stops when you look at me

Just one touch, now baby I believe

This is real, so take a chance

And don't ever look back, don't ever look back

I'ma get your heart racing in my skin-tight jeans

Be your teenage dream tonight

Let you put your hands on me in my skin-tight jeans

Be your teenage dream tonight.

Kurt couldn't help himself, so he applauded for Blaine like a fan-boy. He knew Blaine could sing, the vampire had always seemed to be able to sing Kurt to sleep when they were younger, so Kurt was used to his voice. He loved listening to Blaine sing, it always seeped into his soul what that Pureblood's voice could do to him.

Blaine turned around, blinding Kurt with that huge toothy smile of his. "Oh, hello there beautiful. I hope you did not have any issues getting in?" he asked.

Kurt shook his head. "Nope, none at all. Jeff let me in."

"Awesome," Blaine said as he had out a hand for Kurt to take, which the human did. "And how are you feeling this morning, after last night with Karofsky and all?" the Pureblood asked, rubbing circles into Kurt's thumb.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "I'm completely fine. I told you last night, no one pushes the Hummel's around." Kurt gave Blaine a confident smirk, which Blaine couldn't help but chuckle at the familiar look. Kurt turned his look towards the table. "So, may I ask what all of this is?" he asked.

Blaine smiled. "Well, since we are having a at home movie marathon, I thought having a concession stand would come in handy just in case during the movies we get the munchies."

Kurt stared at the food. "Um, are you trying to ruin my perfect figure?" Kurt asked, mocking hurt by holding his hand to his heart.

Blaine rolled his eyes. "Puh-lease. You have nothing to worry about when it comes to you figure," Blaine replied while pulling Kurt to the stand that stood next to the table, where an assortment of movies were shelved. "You can afford to pig out every once in a while on something non-nutritious, Mr. Prefect, sir. Now, you pick what we watch. Make sure it is something good. Both my favorites and yours should be there."

Kurt glanced at the selection, one really catching his eye. "How about When Harry Met Sally? It's always been both of our favorites..."

Blaine eyes twinkled as he said, "That sounds perfect..."

Kurt's gaze drifted from the television where The Little Mermaid was playing to the bay windows that Blaine had uncovered hours ago when the sun had began to set. Altogether they had watched eight movies, and Kurt couldn't remember the last time he had had so much fun. As he glanced outside, he noticed how dark it was since he could barely see outside. "Oh dear GaGa, is it this late already?" he said, sitting up from where he was laying with Blaine on the bed. He crawled down the bed until he was at the edge before staring back up at Blaine, he looked at him with a sleepy smile. "I have to get going. My father will freak out if I get home too late."

Blaine's face became more alert as he sighed and picked himself up into a sitting position. "Darn, and I was having such a fun time with you," Blaine said, also making his way to the edge of the bed.

Kurt nodded in agreement. "I really had a fun time today, Blaine," Kurt said, sliding his Doc Martins onto his feet. "It's been so long, I forgot how easy it is to be with you, like I don't have a care in the world. When I'm with you, for some reason I feel the way I am supposed to be, not like I am expected to be. And that's all thanks to you."

Blaine shrugged, wrapping an arm around Kurt's back. "And that is the way you are supposed to feel."

"Why?" Kurt wondered. "Why is it so easy?"

Blaine opened his mouth, as if to answer, but closed it just as quickly. Could he tell Kurt? The pact did not state he couldn't tell Kurt the truth about his past. But would that break the bond between Burt and himself? Finally he said, "Honestly, that is a question I cannot answer right now. It is not my place to tell."

Kurt tensed. Blaine had done it again. Since he could remember, any type of conversation they had in regards to them always turned out like this, Blaine always avoiding the question. Why did Blaine always dodge his questions? Well, he was determined to find out. "Why must you do that, Blaine?" he asked quietly.

Blaine raised a brow, feigning innocence. "Do what?"

"Avoid answering my fucking questions!" Kurt exclaimed, standing up suddenly and glaring down at Blaine. "You always do that! You never answer me honestly when it comes to things like this! You are always skimming around the truth, beating around the bush. What are you hiding from me Blaine?"

Blaine took a deep breath. He knew sooner or later there would be an outburst like this one. He had been so careful, so patient, and not it was all crumbling down. He stood up, placing a hand on Kurt's shoulder, which the boy shook off as he continued to glare at the Pureblood. "Kurt, I don't think you are thinking straight. I don't know what you're talking about. You're being irrational. Why don't you sit down and take a few deep breaths," he said calmly.

"That's bullshit, Blaine Devon Anderson! You know exactly what I am talking about! Do not lie to me. What do you think, I'm stupid? You are hiding something from me, you always have since I can remember. And sooner or later, I will find it out."

Blaine had never seen Kurt this angry before. It thrilled him on the inside seeing how strong Kurt was, but he had a pact and he was not going back up his part of the deal. "I really wish you wouldn't pursue this Kurt...at least not now, wait until the time is right."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Oh, here we go again with the dodging. If not now, then when can we Blaine? I am a human being, I am not immortal like you! I do not have an eternity to figure out what you are hiding from me. So please, I beg of you, just save me from my misery and tell me what it is."

Blaine growled as he stepped away from Kurt, walking to the bay window. He pulled away the curtains some more and holding the white lace tightly in his fist, looking at the stars that littered the night sky. "Kurt, I am sorry, but there is only so much I can say.

Kurt balled up his fist and stomped his feet, feeling like a little child. He wanted to punch something, anything, but he knew he wasn't that type of person. After a few moments he relaxed his hands, flexing them to get the feeling back. "I swear, I am so stupid sometimes."

Blaine still kept his eyes at the sky as he replied. "Why do you say that?"

Kurt didn't want to reply, but what was the use of hiding it anymore? Blaine would never return his feelings, so what should the words he wanted to say matter to the Pureblood. He took a deep breath, feeling the tears of sadness fill in his eyes. "I am so stupid...because I, a mere human, happen to be in love with a Pureblood vampire, who can't even be honest with me about things I want him to feel comfortable telling me..."

Blaine dropped the curtains and turned quickly. He turned around quick enough to see the tears fall down Kurt's face. The human quickly rubbed his eyes, trying to wipe them away, as he turned and walked to the closed doors, ready to leave and go home. "Wait!" Blaine said, thanking whatever god was watching over him and giving him his powers as he made it to the other side of the room in a flash, slamming his hand against the door that Kurt had managed to get partly open, and slamming it shut, trapping Kurt and Blaine together.

"Blaine, move. I want to go home."

"No," Blaine replied as he moved Kurt around so the boy would look at him; Kurt moved begrudgingly because he knew he couldn't stop Blaine because of how strong he was. "Kurt," Blaine said, his hazel eyes meeting glasz, "what did you just say?"

Kurt didn't want to say it again, but with Blaine looking at him with those eyes made him say it anyways. "...I love you..." Kurt said. "I love you, you stupid fucking vampire. I've been in love with you since you saved me ten years ago when we first met. You saved my life Blaine, and like I said before that is something I could never repay you for. I don't know why I have these feelings for you, but I do and I know I won't be able to get rid of them. I know you can only be with one person Blaine, your Chosen One, your mate, so I can guarantee that I won't stand in your way. When you find that person I want you to be happy, and know I will be happy for you too. But...right now, being around you right now, while my feelings for you are like this, are killing me inside..." He was going to continue, but a sharp pain radiated in the middle of his forehead. He closed his eyes and pinched the section between his eyes, trying to get the pain to fade. Great, this stupid fucking headache again. What is going on?

"You have a headache?" Blaine asked, sounding distant.

Kurt nodded. "Yeah, which I guess is normal. I have been getting them a lot lately. Nothing I can't handle though," Kurt said, opening his eyes. "I want to go home now. Please, just let me go."

Blaine, brow raised, said, "You want to leave now, after everything you just said? You don't want to talk about it?"

Kurt crossed his arms across his chest. "Can you say it back, Blaine? Can you tell me you love me back? Can you say I am not just some pitiful human you saved ten years ago?"

Blaine opened his mouth, but exactly like before he closed it. Kurt scoffed. "See? Again with the silent treatment. There you go, hiding again. Well, I think we both know what your answer is. I am not your mate Blaine, therefore you cannot love me the way I love you." Kurt pushed Blaine's hand away from the door and turned the knob of the door again, swinging it open again. He turned back to Blaine. "Blaine, I will say it one more time, then you will never hear it again: I love you." Kurt stepped forward, and before Blaine knew what was happening, Kurt pushed himself up against Blaine and, thankful that he was taller, leaned down and swiftly placed his lips over Blaine's.

Blaine's eyes widened in shock as Kurt took initiative of the kiss, sending jolts of pleasure through his body. He had never felt this way before, even when drinking blood. He knew the real reason that caused this feeling, and it was all Kurt.

Kurt couldn't help but shiver as his lips molded over Blaine's. They felt so right against one another, and Kurt didn't want to stop because if he did he was afraid he would wake up from a pleasant dream.

But, unlike Blaine, Kurt needed to breathe, so he quickly released Blaine, taking in quick breaths as he gauged the Pureblood's reaction. Blaine stared at him, saying nothing. Kurt wondered if maybe he was in shock. Could vampires even go into shock? If so, what did it look like?

Blaine finally moved, lifting his had to his lips, ghosting them over the wet muscles. "...Kurt...I..."

Kurt, afraid of what he knew Blaine was about to stay, quickly turned on his heel and ran out of Blaine's room, down the hallway, staircase, and out the door before he thought Blaine could react further.

As he ran home, never did Kurt once look behind him.

Blaine sat heavily on his bed, the feel of Kurt's lips still on his. Kurt had kissed him...Kurt had admitted that he loved him. Blaine knew he was not dreaming. Kurt had truly admitted to being in love with the Pureblood. That meant the pact between he and Burt was finally done. He remembered Burt's words as if they were yesterday.

"I know it's hard Blaine, Kurt not remembering who you are. You know he will once he turns. Elizabeth and I made you a promise that on his eighteenth birthday you could do so, and I will honor that. But I want you to honor something as well. Right now Kurt is very fragile, he needs to rediscover himself and you. I do not want you telling him about anything from his past. He needs to fall in love again. If he does, then I swear to you I will stop you from telling him whatever you want."

"So once he tells me his feelings, I can start being honest with him again?'

"Yes, I will not stop you. I vow to you if Kurt tells you he loves you before he turns eighteen you can tell him everything, unless he gets his memories back again, then you wouldn't have to."

Blaine smiled. He could start being truthful again. He could tell Kurt whatever he wanted. Tomorrow, he thought. Tomorrow he will be told whatever he wants to know.

Blaine closed his door and climbed back into bed, hoping Kurt wouldn't be mad at him for too long.

"David, I was told you have a report from Becky. Is that correct?"

"Yes, Master Sylvester. It seems Blaine Anderson has been keeping a special something hidden within the walls of McKinley and Dalton. Something...precious."

"Yes, I have heard. Sweet Porcelain has grown into such a fine young man..."

"So you know about Hummel, Master?'

"I do. I have actually know for many years what he is, and I have recently just found out where they were hiding him."

"So is it true? He is a..."

"Oh, yes. A rare creature, one that has not been seen for many, many generations. He is so, so precious...and valuable."

"What do you want use to do? Would you like us to capture him?"

"Yes I would love that. I need him. I think it's time for Kurt Hummel to know who and what he truly is..."