Okay so I have along chapter for everyone today. Thank you for the comments and the watches. Do not think I hate Jacob, I just like Emmett more.

-Three days later Jacob POV

Three days later, Blaine still wasn't talking. If it was only that Jacob might have let it slide as Blaine being stubborn. However, he wasn't eating either, that risked death, and the very last thing that Jacob's psyche could handle was the death of his imprint. He had woken up earlier than his mate for once and decided to try and coax him into doing something other than sulking in the room. For the first morning since Blaine had returned home, he had woken up without feeling the need to have sex. In four days time, he had mated with Blaine a total of forty three times. All of them were amazing, but all of them were treated by Blaine as one would face going to the doctor. This had to stop.

On this morning Jacob had gone out into the woods and picked some wildflowers. In a move that he thought was clever, Jacob had picked blue ones that were as close to Blaine's eyes as possible. Then he had found some budding ivy to make the striations that he found when he was staring into Blaine's eyes. There was nothing black to cover the irises, so instead he found some white roses. When he looked at Blaine, it was like seeing the sun, and so he decided to add that same light to his bouquet.

He tied all of these together with a leather strap he found in his kitchen. He also found a glass vase that hadn't seen the light of day since his mother was alive. He placed the flowers in their water at the edge of the bed, and then it was back to the kitchen to make breakfast for Blaine. If all else failed, he would try to use a guilt trip to make Blaine eat. He had still made another decision that morning. He was going to take Blaine to Sam's for a little while. Emily and Sam had taken care of Blaine when the latter had first come to town and they shared a deep bond of friendship. Sam could get his mate to talk, and if worse came to worse he would use Emily.

While Jacob was cooking he came upon an errant thought and the moment he did he longed for it until his heart hurt. What if Blaine had been born a wolf? Surely the imprint would have affected him the same way. If Blaine somehow inherited the same magic that imbued the rest of the tribe, he would be able to see that Jacob was the only one for him. That they were meant for each other. He would hate Emmett as much as was it was normal to hate a vampire. It was then and there that he decided to bring this up with Blaine. Not now of course, but after he got his powers back. If such a thing was possible... He allowed those happy thoughts to occupy him while he finished bacon and started on eggs for Blaine.

-Blaine POV

Blaine liked sleep. It wasn't so much that the pain in his ass (literally) was absent there, but Emmett stood first and foremost among his dreams. Of course, no matter how happy he was in his dreams it was always that much more disappointing when he woke up on the reservation and had to deal with the issues on hand: One. He was in an abusive relationship with a wolf who was so deep in love with him, he doubted that even his father could perform a spell that would break him out of it. Two. Emmett was not patient, one day soon he was sure to either move on or attack. Out of the two options Blaine would still choose the former. What the fuck was wrong with him that he could not bear it if Jacob died?

Third and foremost, he had to make it through the day without saying anything. He had come close in the past three days of almost cussing Jacob out or yelling or some such thing. That was sure to incite the wolf to attack. Besides, it was kind of fun to see the measures Jacob would go to when he was trying to get his mate to talk. Take today for example. When Blaine finally opened his eyes, he noticed that not only was Jacob gone, but the wolf had picked him flowers. It was a sweet gesture. It in no way made up for the pain he was experiencing, but it was sweet nonetheless.

The perfume of the flowers wafted from the bedside table, while the smell of bacon came from downstairs. Once again with the sweet, while Blaine was going to once again play the dick card. Blaine refused to eat. This was not in protest or anything, he was depressed, and truth be told, he was not physically hungry. He knew he should be, logic and his brain said 'Hello! Seventy-two hours! FOOD!' His body though, could not handle the thought of encouraging Jacob's behavior. If Jacob was going to rape him and bite his arm with little first aid care afterward, than his behavior should reflect that, but no. Jacob had to always play the saint card. When his dick wasn't inside of Blaine, he was very caring. It was like his erections stole blood from the nice parts of his brain. It wasn't fair and it wasn't right, because it filled Blaine with guilt.

For the first time since Blaine had been kicked out, he wished his father was there. His father knew everything it seemed. He may not have been the best parent, but he had been a good ear, and Blaine could really blow off some steam.

All too soon it seemed, Jacob's footfalls sounded from the hallway and door opened slowly. Jacob was carrying a tray loaded with food. Seriously, even if Blaine decided he did want to eat, he would never be able to finish it all. Jacob had a tentative smile on his face which stretched a little further when he saw Blaine. It was always like this, Jacob looked at him like he was the reason he could breath. Like Blaine got up every morning and set the sun up in the sky.

"Babe, I made you some stuff." Jacob said, stating the obvious. He set the tray down, it was a mark of how upset Blaine was that his mouth didn't even water. It all looked delicious, and beyond that fact bacon was without competition his favorite food. Blaine looked at the tray and then out the window. He was silent the whole time, and he could almost feel the air shift as Jacob's face fell.

He still tried to keep his voice steady though. "Blaine, baby. Please, it's been three days. Please eat." Blaine didn't respond he just turned back to see Jacob's shattered expression.

"Blaine, I worked really hard on this, could you please have just a little?" He was trying to guilt trip Blaine, and it almost worked. To distract himself Blaine took up the vase of flowers from the side table and inhaled their scent. They were a sweet thought and Jacob had even managed to match his eyes. Blaine wasn't a monster, he just was not going to be Mr. Giggles. Blaine even allowed a small smile to escape as he inhaled. Jacob's hurt seemed to disappear a little when he saw that Blaine enjoyed his gift.

Jacob ate a large portion of the breakfast himself, explaining why he had made so much to begin with. When he was finished, he took the plates to the kitchen and came back holding a towel.

"I thought you might want to take a shower. We're going to go out today, and I don't think that nudity is allowed, even for someone as sexy as you." Going out? What did that mean? For one blissful nanosecond, Blaine believed that Jacob was taking him home to Emmett. He quashed that thought immediately though. Jacob would never do such a thing willingly. So it was with a frown that he headed into Jacob's shower.

As the hot water washed away the dried semen and blood, Blaine could not help but grin. It felt so good to be clean, and the water was doing wonders for the pain that still throbbed in his rear. Surprisingly, Jacob had let him shower alone, it was not something that he had expected. Jacob hated being parted. Granted for the past few days, almost all of their time had been spent in bed, but when Blaine had gone outside to smoke,(Billy could not stand the smell of smoke in his house), Jacob had followed as though they were connected by a string.

It was not until he was here in the shower that Blaine noticed how well Jacob's "treatment" of his arm was actually working. It no longer bled when it got wet, and was in fact starting to heal. Maybe he knew what he doing after all.

After getting dressed in Jacob's too big clothes and having Jacob re-wrap his arm, Blaine walked hand in hand with the wolf to Sam's house. The hand holding thing was not by choice. Jacob took his hand without even asking for confirmation of acceptance. It wasn't like Blaine would say anything anyway. Beyond this though, Jacob was very sweet. He lit Blaine's cigarette and lifted drooping tree branches out of his way. At one point, Blaine slid on some wet leaves and Jacob prevented him from falling. At this, Blaine blushed. Jacob might have been an ass at times, but the feeling of security in those arms could not be denied...Neither could Jacob's attractiveness for that matter. Jacob even apologized for biting Blaine's arm.

"Your clothes smelled like the leech and I snapped." He said, his voice full of regret.

When they arrived it was to a very warm greeting. Blaine was unsure if forewarned them that they were coming, but Emily had a plate of hot cookies on the table and Sam looked as though he had been expecting them.

"Goddamn it Jacob! Almost four days and I finally get to see him?" Emily reprimanded the moment they crossed the threshold. Immediately, she crossed the room and pulled Blaine into a hug that he returned. He like Emily and hell Sam for that matter. He could never be mean or rude to them. He made a decision on the spot to talk to them if they asked. Emily made this easier on him. With a look from Sam she pulled Jacob aside and asked in a hushed voice.

"Can I speak to you for a few minutes...alone?"

Jacob agreed, before he left though he pulled Blaine into a kiss. His tongue pressing against Blaine's lips. The latter opened his mouth but did not return it, he kept his tongue still and showed no passion or interest in what was happening. Jacob went outside with Emily, a hurt look on his face, while Blaine joined Sam at the table.

Sam broke right into things. "How are you doing kid?"

Blaine shrugged. "I've been taken from someone that I really love. Raped, bitten, raped, and oh yea raped some more. How would you feel?"

Sam nodded grimly as though he knew what Blaine had gone through. "The other day while you were asleep, Jacob shifted so he could make sure that patrols were being done and everything. Trust me when I say, no one is on his side right now. As wolves we cannot sympathize for you loving Emmett, but for everything else...for what it's worth, he's trying to be better."

Blaine had to admit, Jacob was being a little more bearable but- "That doesn't make up for what he's already done. It doesn't change the fact that I love Emmett and now I am stuck with a wolf who...Sam, I'm sorry but I don't love Jacob."

Sam chuckled. "What are you apologizing to me for? It's true that when we are in wolf form I feel all of his pain, but that doesn't mean that he gets to do whatever he wants without consequences. He had his chance to love you, and he betrayed that. What he has before him now is an imprint who wants to reject him, but he has brought that on himself. I told him to be careful."

Blaine laughed a little too. "Since when does Jacob listen to anyone but Jacob?"

Sam nodded. "Exactly, but with you it's different. Jacob is an alpha, he expects everything to be just handed to him, and you. You're love is the thing he wants more than anything, but you are denying it to him. He's a little out of his element. Eat."

The last word shocked Blaine, and for a moment he looked at Sam quizzically before he explained.

"Emily made cookies. Now, I know for a fact that you aren't eating for Jacob, but hurting Emily's feelings are another matter. You mess with my woman you mess with me. Eat." Blaine willingly and thankfully complied. Scarfing down five cookies before he could inhale and then taking a sixth and eating it a little slower. Apparently he was hungry, it was his animosity with Jacob that had prevented it before. His stomach growled before Blaine translated:

"Thank you. I know it seems childish, but Jacob has so much control. Whether or not I eat is up to me."

Sam shrugged. "I'd probably do the same in your shoes." At this point he lit two cigarettes and handed one to Blaine. He had smoked less than twenty minutes ago, but hey, his life was stressful right now.

"Thank you Sam. I'm glad Jacob brought me over."

"It was only a matter of time kid. Emily was just saying this morning that if you guys didn't come over here, we'd go there."

Blaine laughed and then just as fast nodded. "You might have walked in on something...indecent."

Sam shrugged again, "Then I would've stopped something indecent. We care about you Blaine, you're almost like a son to us."

This deceleration made Blaine's eyes itch with tears. Before he knew it he was crying, something he hadn't done since the night of his abduction. He was crying over so many things. Emmett, his hunger, his situation, the fact that people like Emily and Sam cared about him, his parents who he missed, his home that he missed, Jacob and the fact that he was a victim of his own hormones and wolf, everything. Sam stood up and placed a consoling hand on his shoulder. Blaine just continued to sob, hoping that Jacob didn't come in and see the current scene. His imprint, crying and being comforted by another man, that would be sure to set him off.

After Blaine had calmed down a little Blaine apologized in a thick voice.

Sam however, shook his head. "Don't even think about it. You have problems, crying is how people deal with those problems."

"I shouldn't be crying though. Jacob isn't..."

Sam interrupted him. "Jacob is sowing what he reaped. I'm the first one to admit that the wolf is strong and vicious, but Jacob can exert control when he really tried to. The proof of that is today. Do you think his wolf would leave you alone with another man? Hell no, if it was up to his inner nature you'd still be in his bed."

Sam had a point. However, something in Blaine told him that one day Jacob would get better. That was more of a fear than it was a hope. If Jacob started behaving like a proper boyfriend before Blaine's birthday, and Blaine fell in love with Jacob, what then?

"You said that after he mated he would start getting more control over his emotions though."

Sam chuckled darkly. "Blaine, you still think that in my mind, the best case scenario is the one where you end up with Jacob. You leaving him would destroy him, but that's not what's important. To me and Emily, the best thing that can happen to you, is what makes you happy. If Emmett makes you happy, then that is what makes us happy."

Blaine almost started crying again at these words. Emmett did make him happy, he wanted nothing more than to be with the vampire. At the same time though, it needed to be a good break, he could handle Jacob being unhappy with it, but not the death of the wolf.

"He'd come after me again Sam."

Sam shrugged, "I didn't say run away right now. You're smart Blaine, be clever about it. Think about what he wants and offer him a compromise. Jacob is not above-" He paused, took a breath and started again. "Think about it Blaine. You'll get it eventually."

Blaine wondered why Sam couldn't just say what he was thinking before he remembered that wolves could read thoughts. Jacob would know that Sam was helping Blaine find a way to be with Emmett.

"I'm not saying this so that you stay with him, but for your own benefit. Jacob is relaxing, stress doesn't hang around him like a disease anymore. If you were ever going to suggest anything to do with the vampire, now would be the time. Eventually, the fact that you're not talking to him will grate and he'll become irritable again." Sam said this hurriedly, and it became obvious a few seconds after, Jacob and Emily were returning. Blaine nodded and mouthed 'thank you' to which Sam smiled. He returned to his seat and said in a tone that was a little more stern.

"Blaine, you need to eat. Pouting won't work after the age of five." His tone was mock serious so Blaine knew he was saying this for Jacob's benefit...Or he did, until he saw the man's eyes pleading with him. Of course, no matter what, Sam would want to make sure Blaine ate.

Blaine picked up a cookie right as Jacob opened the door. Seeing Blaine eat made his face break into a grin.

"So you got him to eat then?" Jacob asked rhetorically, before turning to Blaine. "Thank the Gods babe, I was really worried about you." His voice was so sincere that Blaine had to respond somehow. He chose nodding with a neutral face. And by neutral that meant not smiling, but not frowning either. He still wasn't going to talk to Jacob, no he would save that for tonight, he would need a little leverage for his plan.

After many thanks from Jacob to Emily and Sam, and Blaine giving hugs to the two parent-figures Jacob said it was time to go. Blaine was sad to leave. Being here with them was almost like having a normal life. He offered no resistance though, Jacob being in a good mood was central to his plan. He even extended his had offering Jacob a taste of what life could be like, which is exactly what he wanted. There was a lot to think about, a lot to do, so the very last thing that Blaine expected was for a voice to stop him a few feet from Jacob's house.

"Well now son, asking us to accept you being gay is one thing, but dating a dog?" On Jacob's porch stood Constantine Baca, Blaine's father.