A/N: Wow. You guys actually like this story. My inbox was full in a matter of hours. Alright, I'll continue it. By the way, this chapter came fast because I already had it written. The others may take a while.

Just a shout out to bethanycriss: Great minds do think alike. Good story. ;D

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. If I did, I wouldn't be writing such crappy stories.

"I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out."

Blaine didn't know what to expect when they reached the top of a spiraling staircase. Bloody towels, a table with sharp instruments on it, or a human sized cooking pot maybe. Any of those things, just not what he was looking at.

A fucking kitchen.

And a perfectly modern and casual kitchen at that. No blood, no knives, just a kitchen. There was a table with elegant mahogany chairs and a vase with roses in it. There was a granite top island in the middle and counters wrapping around the room. Blaine looked past the kitchen and saw what looked like a living room with tasteful and decorative furniture. It was a high scale New York apartment. Blaine could hear a television with some sort of show playing. Was that Project Runway?

"We're taking you to our clan leader. If you say one word then I will snap your neck." The tall man whispered in his ear.

The two men dragged him through the kitchen and into the living room. Blaine kept his head down and waited for it all to end.

"This is the last one." Blaine heard one of the men say. "Do you want him Kurt, or can we have him?" Blaine looked up at the mention of a name. Might as well see who was going to steal his life away. He saw a man in his early twenties sitting on a couch, twirling a remote in his hand. He was beautiful. He had smooth, porcelain skin and soft chestnut hair. Without turning away from the television, the man named Kurt spoke.

"No, I'm full. You can-" When he looked away from the screen and saw Blaine he stopped. The man's eyes widened. His lips parted slightly and, despite the situation, Blaine could only think of how cute he looked.

"We can have him?" The mohawk man asked.

"Um…uh…no. I want him." Kurt stuttered.

"What? But you just said you were full." The tall man complained.

"Finn, I'm not going to eat him." Kurt said standing up and walking over to an armchair. He picked it up with one hand and brought it over to the couch. The thing had to have weighed two hundred pounds! How could he…oh…right…vampire.

"What are you going to do then?" The mohawk man asked.

"I'm going to talk with him, Puck. Now sit him down." Blaine was dragged over to the armchair, by the men he now knew as Puck and Finn, and dropped in. Kurt sat across from him on the couch and, with a wave of his hand, dismissed Finn and Puck. He shut the television off and faced Blaine.

Blaine stared back. He was so confused right now. One minute he was being offered up as a meal to a vampire, now he was having a talk with said vampire.

"You're confused aren't you?" Kurt asked. Blaine nodded slowly. Kurt stared at him for a few more moments.

"You're very cute." Blaine blurted out and immediately slapped a hand over his mouth. Why did he just say that? For all he knew, this could be a homophobic vampire. Blaine waited to be punched or killed or anything painful but he instead heard Kurt giggle.

"Thank you. You're cute too." He said with a smile. Blaine gaped at the boy. He was gay and cute. Well, Blaine's day just went from horrible to awesome.

"So," Kurt began. "This is probably all very weird but I just want to let you know that you aren't going to die." Blaine let out a sigh of relief which made Kurt laugh.

"Not that I'm arguing, but why am I not going to die?" Blaine asked.

"Like I said, you're very cute. And I've been alive for at least two centuries but I've never had a mate." Kurt said smiling. Blaine stared at Kurt, expressionless. Kurt took this as shock because he started to worry.

"What's wrong?" He asked. Blaine just frowned and shook his head back and forth.

"Nothing. It's just that, my life has been shit up to this point. And now a beautiful person is asking me be his mate instead of dying." He shook his head again. "It just seems like a dream." Kurt just smiled.

"Maybe this can help you come back to reality." Kurt leaned in and before Blaine knew what was happening, his lips connected with Kurt's. Blaine moaned and deepened the kiss. Kurt shifted over and sat in Blaine's lap, wrapping his arms around Blaine's neck. Blaine laid his hands on Kurt's sides and slowly slid them down to his waist. Kurt swept his tongue on Blaine's lip, asking for entrance. Blaine happily obliged and parted his lips. He gasped as Kurt's tongue slid into his mouth and started to run along his teeth. They finally broke apart when breathing became necessary for Blaine.

"Wow." Blaine breathed. He rested his forehead on Kurt's and gazed into his eyes. They were glasz and very beautiful.

"Blaine, do you want to be together?" Kurt asked and Blaine nodded.

"There's just one complication. You have to die for us to be together." Kurt whispered, grimacing.

"Die? What are you talking about?" He asked, pulling away. "You just said you weren't going to kill me."

"No, no Blaine. God, no. I mean you have to become one the living dead, a vampire…like me."

Blaine smiled. "Kurt, of course I'll become a vampire." He paused and frowned. "That's not a sentence you say every day."

Kurt just laughed and climbed out of Blaine's lap.

"You seem very calm about all of this."

"I've kind of decided that it's all a dream." Blaine said shrugging.

"Even with the mind-blowing kiss?" Kurt asked, mock hurt on his face. "Well, whether it's a dream or not, it takes mental preparation to become a vampire so we won't be able to do it for a while. For now you can stay with me in my room."

"About that. Where are we exactly?" Blaine asked.

"New York. The whole clan lives in an apartment we bought. You probably have a lot of questions. I can answer them tomorrow." Kurt said as he grabbed Blaine's arm and led them through various rooms. They reached a set of double doors and when Kurt pushed them open Blaine gasped. The room was amazing. The walls were pure white with various paintings adorning the walls. A single bed was at one end with ironic blood red sheets and pillows. Blaine could tell the closet was huge even from the outside.

"Wow." Blaine said. Kurt laughed again.

"You seem to like that word." He walked over to a large dresser and opened a drawer. He pulled out a plain white t-shirt and sweat pants. "These will probably fit you. You can get ready for bed while I take care of some things."

"What things?" Blaine asked taking the clothes from Kurt.

"Discarding bodies." Kurt said simply. And with that, he closed the door to the bedroom. That's when Blaine realized two things:

1. He was going to have to start killing people

And

2. He didn't give a crap because, whether it was a dream or not, he was in love with a certain vampire named Kurt.

Blaine woke up slowly. He didn't want to but the light streaming in through the window was annoying him. He had had the strangest dream where there were vampires and he was going to die but then he didn't and then he kissed the most amazing person he had ever seen. Over all, it was a good dream. Then Blaine noticed where he was. White walls, red sheets... and a pair of strong arms wrapped around him. He shot up in the bed he was lying in, effectively waking up the man next him. The beautiful man he had dreamed of kissing.

No…not a dream. He had actually kissed him. He had actually been close to death. He was actually in bed with a vampire.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked groggily, sitting up in bed and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He smiled until he saw Blaine shaking next to him.

"What's wrong?" Kurt asked placing a comforting hand on Blaine's shoulder. He flinched but didn't move away from the touch.

"It wasn't a dream." He muttered. Kurt was confused but then understood. Blaine had thought this whole thing was a dream.

"No. It isn't a dream." Kurt turned Blaine's head so he was looking in his eyes. "Is that a problem?" Blaine let out a shaky breath.

"I don't know yet."

A/N: So…yeah. Second chapter. Leave your thoughts.

Next Chapter: Blaine gets some answers