Kurt had ignored Blaine for the rest of the day, and sat as far away as he could from him during glee. Blaine also noticed how he and Finn seemed closer today. Finn looked as though he was watching out for Kurt more than usual. Such as going out of his way to sit besides him, even if it meant sitting away from Rachel. They appeared to be hiding something too, and Blaine assumed it had something to do with the reason why Kurt was acting strange.

Kurt also looked sad. Blaine wanted so bad just to comfort him, but with Kurt ignoring his every word, that was sort of hard for him.

Blaine wanted to take Kurt home, but he appeared to have gotten a ride with Finn. This bothered Blaine slightly. He always took Kurt home, and recently they took advantage of this. He also used this time to prolong his time away from home.

Ever since his mother passed away when he was twelve, his father had changed. He was always angry with Blaine for no reason, like it was his fault his mother died, and once he'd came out, his father had started to beat him. At first it was only ever when his dad got drunk, which was at least once a week. Blaine got away from it when he transferred to Dalton though, having a dorm there. But when he'd transferred to McKinely he had to move back in. And the beatings had become more frequent and his dad didn't have the excuse of being drunk anymore.

Blaine only took Kurt to his house when his dad was on business trips. He didn't want them to meet, especially if the consequence was the possibility that it would subject Kurt to beatings too.

So now Blaine had to go home, to his own living nightmare. Little did he know that Kurt's was probably worse, and that his was about to worsen also.

It had been an hour since Blaine had crawled silently to his room. His dad only ever hit him below the face, so people couldn't see bruises if Blaine wore certain shirts.

Blaine had texted Kurt, but had received no reply and assumed he was still getting the silent treatment. So he had decided to ignore his homework and surf the Internet.

And then his door flung open to reveal his father, who'd been sulking in their cellar (Blaine assumed).

"Blaine." Blaine pushed his laptop aside and stood, expecting another beating.

"I need you to something for me."

"What?" Blaine said quietly, avoiding eye contact.

"I need you to drink this everyday." he held out a bottle of clear liquid.

"How do I know it's not poisoned?" he asked sarcastically.

"It's not. Just do as I say Blaine." Blaine scowled but took the bottle from him anyway. He unscrewed the lid and smelt it first. The scent was familiar. It was the same stuff Kurt had given him...

"I already drink this stuff." he said nonchalantly.

Had he been looking, Blaine would of noticed his dads eyes widen with fear.

"Who gave it to you Blaine?" he asked as Blaine screwed it back up and placed it on his desk, next to the flask of the same liquid.

"Kurt."

"Who's Kurt?"

Blaine froze. He hadn't told his dad he was dating any one. Let alone a boy. He didn't want him to go searching for him so he could physically harm him. But Blaine's dad knew when he was lying and when he lied he got beat worse, so he told the truth.

"My boyfriend." he mumbled, looking at his feet.

His dad now had fear widened eyes, mixed with an angry expression. It was a pathetic look to fair.

"Boyfriend?" he asked clenching his fists. Blaine nodded. "How long for?"

"Ten months." Blaine mumbled, still looking at his feet.

"And how long has he had you drinking it for?"

"Since yesterday." his dad but his lower lip.

"Blaine, has he been acting... Different, lately?"

"Why do you care?" Blaine asked, his head snapping up and finally making eye contact with his father.

"Uhhh... I don't... I'm just curious..."

"Well if you must know, he has." Blaine said a little angrily.

"How so?"

"Why do you ca-"

"Just answer the question, Blaine." his father sounded nervous, almost.

"Well he won't sing in the car anymore, he can calm people down really easily, Santana screamed at him yesterday, he knew exactly when someone was going to walk into the room, he bit me so hard I bled yesterday, he suddenly had has new friends he's never mentioned before, he wouldn't kiss me in the car this morning, and then yesterday after I took some of that stuff and kissed him he acted as though it hurt him!" Blaine rushed all this out and he personally couldn't believe he'd just told his father all this. Even if his father would've beat him when he held back, he would usually hold back until at least the first hit.

Blaine's father was livid. And not just because he just found put his only son was kissing boys, but for something else.

"Blaine, invite him over for dinner tomorrow." he said sternly.

"I'd love to, but, he isn't talking to me."

"Why?" he sounded annoyed.

"Because I refused to talk about you."

"Well try harder, Blaine. If he isn't round for dinner by the end of the week, you're going to have to buy more concealer for you bruises." Blaine cringed at the threat and his father left the room.

He sighed and, rubbing his eyes, fell backwards onto his bed.

This was the last week of school before Christmas and Blaine wanted to make up with Kurt before then. And even after the threat, he wasn't going to invite Kurt. He didn't want to risk Kurt getting hurt.

He then fell asleep and had nightmares of someone hurting Kurt so bad he died, and he was just standing there watching, unable to do anything. It wasn't exactly a peaceful sleep.

"Kurt? Are you okay?" Burt asked as Kurt and Finn strolled into the kitchen. Finn went over to the fridge while Kurt sat down. Burt was reading the newspaper and Carole was cutting vegetables.

"That's a stupid question." He muttered. He closed his eyes and rested his head on the table. He could feel himself getting thirsty. He'd drank all three blood baggies that had been in his bag by hiding away when he did it at school. Usually between classes by hiding in a bathroom and locking the door. He knew that he was new to this but he was hoping he would be thirsty all the time.

Burt placed down his newspaper to look at Kurt. He sighed. He felt horrible for letting this happen to him. He was supposed to protect him from the dangers of the world. That's what dads did. And he failed.

"Kurt... I'm s-"

"Save it. It's not like sympathy will change me back." Kurt muttered. Finn came over frowning, having not found anything worth eating in the fridge. He sat besides Kurt and placed an arm around him comfortingly. Kurt didn't do anything to get rid of it like he expected though.

"Kurt? Is there anything else bothering you?" At this, Kurt clenched his eyes shut as tight as he could. What was bothering him was Blaine. This whole vampire shit was driving them apart. They hadn't spoke all day and Kurt knew he couldn't do anything remotely sexual until he could control himself. And he didn't know how long that'll take.

"It's Blaine." He mumbled. Finn's grip tightened around him.

"What about him?" Burt said, apparently oblivious as ever. Kurt lifted his head to look at him.

"That we haven't spoke all day since he drove me to school. And I know I won't be able to even kiss him anymore, let alone have sex-" Kurt's hand slapped to his mouth. He didn't mean to say that. He just practically told every one that he was no longer a virgin and that he was sexually active. And it shocked all of them. Finn's arm retracted from around like he'd just found out Kurt had a very contagious disease, Burt started coughing, but worst of all was Carole in Kurt's opinion. Her fingers fumbled with the knife she was using, resulting it in cutting her finger slightly. It was bad enough though. Kurt could see the blood. He wanted so badly to leap forwards and-

He ran upstairs. He had to control himself. He grabbed a bag of blood from his desk and ran into his bathroom, locking the door behind him. He ripped the bag open with his teeth and started drinking it hungrily, sitting himself on the floor as he did so. When it was gone he wanted more. He wanted to feed. He started rocking backwards and forwards, trying to calm himself.

"Kurt?" His dad was outside the bathroom door. Kurt closed his eyes as the thought of the warm blood pumping through his veins. Everything had sped downhill. Fast. And now he suddenly had the urge to rip open the door and-

"GO AWAY!" Kurt yelled. Mainly to his thoughts. He hated feeling like this. Like... like a monster. He actually wanted to drink someone's blood. He felt like he was going insane.

"Kurt, let me in!" Kurt started shaking. He couldn't open that door. If he did... it wouldn't be pretty. Vervain in Burt's system or not.

"I can't..." He cried, hiding his head into his knees and continued his rocking.

"Hummel! Open the door!" That wasn't his dad. That sounded strangely like... Damon.

Strange... He would've heard someone invite him in. But he had been a little preoccupied with his crazy thoughts. He didn't budge though.

"Kurt, it's okay. Open the door, please." Caroline's voice came through the door also. Now he moved to get up, stumbling over to the door and unlocking it. Damon and Caroline were there. Damon looked bored and Caroline looked sympathetic. He didn't notice this though. His eyes locked onto his dad who was standing further away from them. His eyes were wide with what looked a little like fear. Kurt vaguely realized that his face was probably covered in blood.

Speaking of blood, he was still being controlled by his blood lust. Damon noticed this, because a second before he was about to run at his own dad, he was pushed forcefully back into the bathroom, flying backwards and hitting the wall opposite. This made Kurt angry and he bared his fangs and lunged forwards again. Damon, however, was quicker and he got to Kurt first and pinned him up against the wall. Kurt struggled but Damon was significantly stronger than him.

"Caroline get him some blood bags. He needs to calm down." Caroline rushed out of sight and Kurt was staring straight at his dad. And then Caroline was by his side with an open bag and passing it to Damon. "Kurt, calm down." Kurt just glared at Damon. "Drink it." Kurt pulled the bag from Damon when he had one arm freed and drank that hungrily too. Once empty, his need for blood was lessening and he was finally coming back to his senses. He caught his fathers fear filled eyes and he started shaking. Damon's grip loosened and he fell to the floor, tears falling from his eyes.

"Kurt? Are you okay?"

"Caroline are you stupid?" Damon said. "Of course he isn't. He just went nuts and his father saw the whole god damn thing."

"Shut up, Damon." Caroline spat.

"He needs to learn more. I told you we shouldn't of let him go just yet. He doesn't know how to control himself."

"K-Kurt?" Kurt looked up at the sound of his dads voice.

"I'm so sorry dad. I didn't mean to." He said through his tears. "Damon's right. I came home without learning how to control myself."

"Kurt, stop. It's okay. I'm sort of freaked out, but it's okay."

"But it's not! I could of hurt you!"

"But you didn't." Burt chanced a few steps closer. "Maybe you should go back with them. Just so you can learn how to control yourself." Kurt nodded, but the tears still fell. "At least I'd know you're okay." Kurt sniffed and stood shakily. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror, only to see his face covered in blood. He groaned and averted his eyes.

"I just have one question, though." Kurt wiped his mouth on his arm and looked up with an eyebrow raised.

"When did you become sexually active?"

Why do i always end with one liners? oh well..:)

AND OMG! there's a plot! :D I'd say there was the main plot, now with two or three subplots and they'll all run together.

And there's a reason why i didn't mentioned how Blaine's mother died... ;D

thanks for alerts and faves and DemitriMP for the review!

Less Than Three :) Xx