Laughter.

That was the response to the biggest confession of Kurt's life. Laughter.

Namely coming from Rachel, Tina, Sam, Mercedes, Quinn, Sugar and Artie. Everyone else was just staring at him confusedly, with the exception of Brittany, who seemed to be the only one taking it seriously.

It's exactly what Kurt expected.

"Are you serious, Kurt?"

"You're weird."

"Are you going to tell us what's really going on, or what?"

Kurt ignored them all, his brain thinking too fast to truly care. He looked over at Santana who had not yet said a word. He wanted to do this without endangering any of them, and he thinks he might've just found a way to do so.

"Everyone shut up!" Matt yelled, nodding at Kurt to continue.

"Santana, could you come over here, please?" he asked softly. She frowned but got up and walked over to him. "Can I have a look at that necklace I gave you?" he asks quietly, and she nods; taking it off and handing it to him.

"What kind of joke are you playing, porcelain?" She hissed, narrowing her eyes.

"You remember that night when everyone thought I went missing? When you thought you somehow ended up the middle of a street with no explanation?"

Again, she nods. "What does-"

"Santana, I want you to remember everything about that night."

It took a second or so, but her eyes widened in fear and she took a step back, her hand leaping up and clutching the side of her neck. She kept backing away until she hit the wall, her breathing heavy and her eyes never moving away from Kurt, expecting him to jump and attack her.

"So you got Santana to join in the dumb joke too-"

"It's not a joke." Matt interrupted Puck. "Think about it, guys. I left for a year with no reasonable explanation, and then when I come back, Kurt goes missing for a night and then is 'ill' for a month or so. He comes back and he and Blaine start fighting, and they break up after that Sebastian guy went nuts and called us both monsters. And Finn. Do you really think Kurt has the strength to throw Finn across the room like he did without supernatural abilities? Kurt's telling the truth. Look at Santana."

The room went quiet and stared at Santana, who was staring at Kurt, visibly shaking and trying to mentally push him away, wishing he wasn't there. She kept her hand clutched at her neck, remembering all the pain from that night, and confused as to why the mark was gone with no scar at all.

"So maybe you got Santana to play along-"

Puck was cut out off by Blaine walking briskly past him after pulling his pencil case from his bag, stalking over to Kurt with a determined look in his eye. He pulled out a pair of scissors from his pencil, which didn't strike Kurt as odd because Blaine had told him that he didn't like the scissors the school handed out if they had to cut anything out, but what did strike him as odd was why in the world was he taking them out?

That was until Blaine dropped the pencil case and stood in front of Kurt. He held the scissors open and then held out his free arm, staring at Kurt as he pressed the sharp tip against the skin on his wrist.

"Blaine no-!" Kurt said, glaring, but he was too late as Blaine pushed the point into his skin and ran it across his wrist, creating a shallow cut, but it was enough. Blood seeped from the gash and the sight and smell was too much and Kurt vamped out, leaping forwards and biting into him, pulling away, screaming in pain almost immediately after and falling to his knees.

Blaine had Vervain in his system. Kurt knew that!

Kurt's mouth was covered and surrounded by the little of Blaine's blood that he'd taken, and it burned. It seared his skin like scalded water, multiplied a thousand times.

Blaine dropped to his knees beside Kurt, shock clear on his face, having forgotten himself about the Vervain in his blood. He pulled out a handkerchief – Kurt, even in immense pain, resisted the urge to role his eyes at Blaine's adorableness – and shifted closer; cautiously and wiping the blood from Kurt's face, staining his clean, white and blue handkerchief.

"…I'm sorry." He whispers, looking Kurt in the eye. "I forgot about the Vervain…"

"Blaine. Stop." Kurt pleaded. "Firstly, you're staining your handkerchief, which you're adorable for having. Secondly, I should be the one apologizing for how I've been acting and ignoring you."

Blaine just sighs, smiling sympathetically.

"That's gotta' be some sort of freakin' magic trick. But as scary and messed up as it was, it's still pretty unrealistic-"

"Puck, it's real. One hundred per cent. Would you like our proof to go so far for us to feed on you? The only reason Kurt couldn't feed on Blaine is because Blaine has Vervain in his blood. Vervain is this substance that is lethal to vampires. It's in the jewellery Kurt gave you. It stops vampires from compelling you, which basically means they can get you to do stuff or forget things and such. If it's in your blood, a vampire can't feed from you." Matt explained, glaring slightly at Noah.

"I still think it's bullshit." He muttered, scowling. There were murmured agreements around the room, and Kurt felt himself losing his patience. But he couldn't think of how to prove it without endangering his friends.

Santana, who was still cowering by the wall – being comforted by Brittany who was equally as confused – looked at Kurt, her eyes softening. "Y-you… that night. You... you nearly killed me."

Kurt felt guilt starting to eat away at him, and he was truly sorry for he did to Santana. He shot a soft glance at Blaine before standing back up. "Very nearly. But I didn't."

"…You weren't yourself." She clarified. It was almost like she trying to convince herself. "That man. He… He forced you to do it. But he stopped you because you could have killed me. And… You regretted it. You didn't want to do that. I saw it in your eyes. You healed me after; helped me. You… You didn't want this."

Kurt remained silent, letting her speak. Letting her convince herself that Kurt wasn't a monster. When she seemed like she was done, he didn't know what to say.

But then again, he couldn't speak after a knife was thrown and impaled into his right shoulder.

He yelled out in pain and fell to the floor, falling back beside Blaine, tears springing to his eyes from the pain as blood seeped slowly from the wound around the sharp knife.

There were collective gasps around the room, everyone focused on Kurt so no one noticed as Damon sauntered into the room, with the exception of Matt. Blaine was staring at Kurt, moving his hands but not really doing anything, unsure what to do and scared for Kurt. Could a vampire die from this? Was running through his head over and over.

"Pull it out, Blaine." Damon said. Blaine's eyes flashed up to see him, a confused look spreading over his face. "If it helps, take his shirt off to show his loser friends how quick he heals. I'm only trying to help."

"By throwing a knife at him!?"

Damon pretended to think about it, before nodding with a shrug. Clearly, he didn't care.

Blaine glared at him before focusing back on Kurt. He pulled him into a sitting position, letting him lean against him heavily. He started murmuring comforting words to Kurt in hopes of easing the pain as he undid the buttons on Kurt's shirt. Kurt just scowled angrily at the floor, wincing in pain every time Blaine jostled him a little too harshly. He managed to get half Kurt's shirt off do the wound was on show, and he shot one more vicious glare at Damon before pulling it out quickly, another painful yell emitting from Kurt as he did so.

Blaine whispered a sorry and kisses his hair softly, holding him as the gash healed speedily. Once it was fully healed, Kurt let out a deep breath, one that neither nor Blaine knew he was holding. He stretched a few times and stood back up, Blaine getting up this time as well. Kurt then glared fiercely at Damon, anger flaring through him.

"You're an asshole, Damon."

"Well, from what I gather, you like assholes. Especially when you have your dick in them." Kurt's glare on intensified at that.

"Did he just-"

"How!?"

"That's not possible-"

"-that fast!?"

"I guess that proved it though, right?" Damon supplied, and Kurt punched him, hard.

Damon simply laughed. He did have a fair point after all. They did believe him now. Sort of.

Kurt sighed before leaning into Blaine, letting the other boy wrap his arms around him.

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Sigh. I really didn't know how to write this chapter. And it's bad, but I hope you guys like it.

And I'm really sorry about my lack of updates on all my fics. I've just been so stressed lately and I'm having less and less time to write. I have mock exams starting next week, and after they finish, January exams, and then revision and course work until my summer exams.

On top of that, TalkTalk is apparently under 'maintenance' and I can't get onto any social networks. So if you follow me on tumblr (darrensunderwear) I haven't been online this week. I should be able to get online tonight because I might be going to my dad's. Siiigh, I just really want to see those ice skating spoilers, you know?

Less Than Three Xx