"Nothing!" Blaine spoke way to fast and Kurt immediately knew he was lying. "It's nothing." He tried to push his shirt back down, but Kurt was obviously stronger, and he kept it up.

"Don't lie to me Blaine. Who's done this to you? And why haven't you told me." Kurt looked up at Blaine from where he was now kneeling in front of him, his eyes filled with what looked like anger.

"I'm not. They're nothing. They aren't important. You didn't need to know."

Kurt looked back at the bruises, ignoring Blaine. They looked new. Newer than the ones he, regretfully, put there. They were also definitely in the shape of fists.

"Where have you been since yesterday?" Kurt asked, not taking his eyes of the bruises as he traced them lightly.

"Nowhere." Blaine replied, looking down at Kurt, confused, and maybe a little scared of him finding out his secret.

"Who else has been here, other than you and your dad?"

"No one-" Blaine stopped, realizing why Kurt was asking these questions.

Kurt's head snapped up, his eyes quickly searching Blaine's face.

"Did your dad do this to you?" He asked quietly.

Blaine didn't reply, but his breathing grew rapid, scared. His heart beat faster, nervous. His eyes kept flickering around the room, avoiding Kurt's.

That was enough of an answer.

His hands clenched into tight fists, his anger building. His squeezed his eyes shut, trying to contain his anger.

"Kurt. You know you can't do anything. He already suspects you. Get out of there."

Damon sounded like a distant voice at the back his mind. The only voice telling him sense. The rest was all jumbled and angry.

"How long?" He choked out, not looking up at Blaine.

"I can't remember…"

Kurt heard it in his voice. Blaine was trying to hold back tears…

Kurt felt conflicted; a flood of emotions rushing through him, each heightened and so much more than a humans. He just couldn't cope with it all at once.

He stood, trying to calm himself. He opened his eyes and looked down at Blaine, who was shaking nervously in his seat, not looking up at Kurt.

Kurt let his hand drop into Blaine's shoulder comfortingly. He then leaned down and placed a soft kiss on the top of Blaine's head.

"I love you." He murmured gently, before moving away from Blaine and stepping quietly to the door.

"W-Where are you going?" His voice nearly broke Kurt's hurt, and he knew if he turned around, his face would finish breaking it. So he stood, a little way away, with his back to Blaine.

"Home. I need to think about this Blaine. Before I do something stupid that I'll regret." He started walking back towards the door, blinking so he wouldn't cry.

He was leaving his boyfriend behind in the same house with his abusive father. He felt literally sick to his stomach.

"Don't tell anyone." He sounded scared, almost desperate.

"I won't."

And then Kurt left.

"What happened?"

Damon was asking questions the second they got into his car, which they'd only brought so it didn't look like he'd 'walked' again.

"His dad beats him." Kurt's hand slipped slightly on the wheel.

He wanted to go back. He wanted to go back and beat Michael Anderson to a pulp. He didn't want to leave Blaine alone with him…

Damon stayed silent, unsure of what to say.

Kurt couldn't explain his feelings, and he wanted to be alone. So he dropped Damon and told him not to call. Then drove back home, parked his car, ran to his room and locked the door.

He then collapsed onto his bed and started to collect his scattered thoughts.

He fell asleep in under an hour…

Blaine hadn't moved since Kurt left.

He was afraid. Someone knew about his secret. And once someone knew, whether it be Kurt or not, others would find out. It's just how things work…

This was bad. Very, extremely, bad-

"BLAINE!"

He jumped out the sound of his father's voice. He looked around worriedly; he still hadn't washed up the plates…

He just got up to do just that when the door swung back open and his father stepped in the room.

"I'm sorry! I'm doing them now, please don't-"

"Shut up. You can do those later. I want you to come downstairs with me. Now." His voice was stern, straight to the point.

"B-but, we're already-" He caught something in his father's eyes, and then he realized what he meant. "You told me never to go down there."

"Well now I'm telling you to go down there. So go!" Blaine flinched at his angry tone before stiffly rushing out the room and practically being pushed towards the door that led to the basement.

His father opened it and shoved him harshly down the stairs, sending him tumbling into the dark.

His head hit the stairs multiple times, as well as the rest of him. It hurt by the time he was at the bottom. He sat up rubbing his head as his father stomped down the steps, switching on the light and muttering that Blaine couldn't even walk down stairs.

"Get up!" Blaine jumped to his feet, stumbling slightly in his haste.

The room smelt dusty and unclean and Blaine could barely see anything in the room, even with the light on.

"What do you know about vampires?"

Blaine's eyes narrowed in confusion. That question was so abrupt, and stupid and why the fuck was he even asking it?

"W-What?"

"Vampires, Blaine. This isn't a joke." He watched as his father walked over to some drawers and started pulling some of them, checking the contents of each.

"But they aren't real…" He slowly starting to think his father had truly gone insane, and then he was positive when his father took what looked like wooden fucking stake out of one the drawers.

"Wrong." He threw the stake at Blaine, who only had second to catch it. "Vampires are very real." Blaine continued to look at his father like he had truly gone crazy.

"Am I supposed to believe you?" He asked, eyeing the stake warily.

His dad raised an eyebrow before shifting over to a darker part of the basement. He pressed something on the wall there, and then there was a clanking of metal and the screeching of wheels turning.

If his dad had spent most of his time down here, how had he not heard that before now?

"This room is soundproof." His father said, answering his thoughts, while they watched the wall open up to a larger room, brighter than the one they stood in, but much dustier.

And right in the middle, was a chair. But something, or someone, was chained to it.

Blaine walked closer, clutching the stake absentmindedly, eyeing the thing.

And then he looked up.

His black greasy hair fell into his eyes, which were a dark colour that Blaine couldn't name. He looked old, withered almost, but he also looked young at the same time. Like he was being starved…

"Dad are you crazy-"

"Walk up to him Blaine."

Blaine didn't question him, he knew better than that. So he did as he asked and slowly walked up to the man, stopping when he was right besides him.

"Hold out your arm." He said, not moving.

Blaine glanced over at his father confusedly before he did what he was told.

And then the pain was there.

The man –creature– had leaned forwards and latched his mouth onto Blaine's arm, biting down hard. The whites of his eyes turning red, and the veins around them popping out.

The pain was gone as quickly as it came, and Blaine retracted his arm immediately, staring down at the huge bite marks disbelievingly. He held his arm close, watching the creature before scrunch up his face in pain.

"HE HAS VERVAIN IN HIM YOU BASTARD!" He yelled, glaring at Blaine's father.

"I know." He replied simply, before turning back to Blaine. "Believe me now?"

Blaine nodded, fear flooding through him as he realized what this monster was.

A vampire.

He stumbled backwards, afraid.

"Here's the thing, Blaine." His father said, stepping closer, staring at the vampire. "This dickhead has made some more of his… kind. It's sick. Sort of like you, being gay."

"He's sicker than me, your fucking bastard!" The vampire sneered at him, glaring. Michael simply ignored him.

"And all I know is that two of them are in Lima. And they are both teenagers."

Blaine spluttered. What the hell was going on?

"Anyone you know could be one. Anyone you know could be lying to you."

There was an underlying message; Blaine could hear it in his voice.

This was just too much information…

Blaine's head felt like it was about to explode.

And then he fainted, his head slamming against the cold, stone floor.

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I can assure right now that Blaine is physically fine and that him fainting onto that floor didn't do anything to him. He's fine.

I'm going to approach Kurt's collage thing again. Soon. That isn't just a one off thing.

And that other vampire is important. Send my reviews on who you think he is, and why you think he's going to be important in future chapters. ALSO, he needs a name. Feel free to give me suggestions ;)

Blaine doesn't yet suspect Kurt of anything, but they are growing distant:(

Bad thing's coming up in the next chapter, but also something I've been waiting to write for a long time! – Kurt confronts Sebastian!:D

But does it go the way he plans?

…

Haha.

Less than three! Xx