Kurt sat in English Lit later that morning, not really paying any attention to Mr. Larson. All he could think about was Blaine, and what had happened in his dorm room. Blaine had agreed not to pull anymore mind tricks on Kurt, and Kurt had agreed to consider becoming Blaine's boyfriend.

Kurt bit his lip to keep from giggling at the thought. It was so messed up. He thought he might actually be insane. He was thinking about dating a blood sucking vampire, for Gaga's sake. And said vampire wanted to turn him eventually, to make Kurt it's mate.

He'd been attracted to Blaine from the moment he'd laid eyes on him his first day here, but how much of that was the vampire's lure? Was any of it real? Blaine was going to meet Kurt later for Coffee somewhere away from Dalton to talk about it some more. He'd promised that the Other would behave himself.

The bell rang, and Kurt gathered up his books and started making his way towards the gym for Phys Ed, when someone bumped into him, knocking the books from his hands. If this had been McKinley, Kurt would have sworn the person had done it on purpose, but this was Dalton, and the other boy apologized and helped him pick up his books, though he kept darting odd looks at Kurt.

It wasn't until after Phys Ed that Kurt found the note. He'd gone back to his dorm to drop off his morning books and pick up the ones he'd need for after lunch, as well as to clean up a little better after sweating through gym. He'd dropped his stack of books on the bed and jumped into the shower, quickly rinsing off before applying a fresh coat of deodorant and restyling his hair. He went back out to dress, and accidentally knocked his English Lit book off the bed. The piece of paper fluttered to the floor.

He picked it up, and froze when he read what it said. You are in danger. The hunters are coming. Stay away from Anderson.

…

Blaine knew something was wrong as soon as Kurt walked into the dining hall. The Other stirred, sensing danger. The pale boy didn't speak as he sat across from Blaine, simply slid a sheet of paper over the table.

The Other tried to push for dominance, but for once Blaine shoved him back. "Where did you get this?"

"It fell out of my English Lit book when I knocked it off my bed. I think some boy slipped it inside when he helped me pick up my books after he bumped into me in the hall after class earlier."

Blaine cursed and slipped the paper into his pocket, looking around the crowded room. "Go get your food, we'll talk about this after school."

Kurt hesitated, but eventually went to get his tray.

"This is bad," The Other whispered. "I thought the hunters had died out. We must be very careful."

"Who do you think tipped them off?" Blaine asked softly.

"I don't know, but we need to find out."

They were both silent as Kurt returned with his food, sitting beside the darker boy. He was also silent for a few minutes, chewing his food thoughtfully. "Someone knows about you, about what you are."

"Yes. We'll talk about it later when we go out for coffee. I don't want anyone else over hearing."

Kurt nodded and finished eating in silence. Before he left to dispose of his tray, Blaine reached out and took his hand, smiling. "It will be alright, I promise. I won't let anything hurt you."

…

They sat in a secluded corner of The Lima Bean, away from the few other customers who had braved coming out into the first snow fall of the year. At first they sat in silence, sipping their drinks as Kurt worked through the million questions in his mind. Finally he asked, "How much of what I feel for you is real, and how much of it is the mind tricks?"

Blaine hesitated a moment. "Your initial attraction is all you. It may have been enhanced by the Other's manipulation, but He couldn't force you to like us."

Kurt accepted that. "What about you? Did he force you to be attracted to me?"

Again Blaine thought before speaking. "It's possible, but I doubt it. I was attracted to you before he noticed you. It wasn't until we heard you singing to yourself that first night that He realized I had feelings for you."

"You heard me singing?"

"Yes, you were in the Commons just before curfew. You didn't notice us in the hallway. You thought you were alone. You began to sing I Wanna Hold Your Hand with such passion. It drew both of us."

Kurt remembered that impromptu performance. He'd been thinking about his Dad, and a little sad. The last time he slept away from his Father had been when he'd been in the hospital a couple of months ago.

"That hidden passion in you had both of us wanting you. He acted on it that very night, slipping into your dreams."

Kurt swallowed, remembering how vivid those dreams had been. "Why didn't you show up on the video?"

Blaine sighed. "That is more difficult to explain. If I were to stand in front of a mirror, He would be reflected back, not me. He may look like me, share my face, but it's not me. Because he is the reflection, He doesn't appear on video tape. I know it doesn't make sense."

"Do you appear on video?"

"Only when He is submerged in my subconscious fully. When I perform with the Warblers. Other wise, it seems like I am out of focus."

"Were you aware when He was...with me?"

"Not at first. I still haven't come to terms with having to feed that way. I usually submerge myself when it's necessary, allowing Him to take control of that aspect. When I found out he had Marked you, I found myself unable to control those urges, though. I'm sorry."

Kurt sat quietly for several minutes, finishing his coffee, not ready to follow up on that part of the conversation just yet. "Who are the hunters?"

Blaine sat back in his seat. "They are humans who are born with the skills and abilities to destroy our kind. They take pleasure in killing us. A hundred years ago, the few of us left thought we had wiped them out. There hasn't been one born in over a century, or so we thought. Apparently they have returned."

"Do you know who they are? What they may look like?"

Blaine shook his head. "The only way to identify them is a birthmark on their shoulder blade. It looks like a burn in the shape of a sickle."

"Great," Kurt snarked. "All we have to do is get every person who comes near us to take off their shirt so we can check them for birthmarks."

Blaine blinked, and then burst out laughing. "I knew there was a reason I was attracted to you."

Kurt blushed. A thought occurred to him that made the blush go even deeper. He cleared his throat, unable to look at the other boy as he spoke. "I've just realized that we've already kissed, but I've still never been kissed properly."

Blaine looked at him curiously, and then he seemed to understand. "You mean without the mind tricks."

Kurt nodded, still not looking at the darker boy. Out of the corner of his eye he saw movement, and suddenly the curly haired boy was in front of him, reaching out his hand. He raised Kurt's chin, leaning in slowly.

The kiss started out gentle, tender, sweet. It quickly deepened into something much more. Kurt moaned and dug his fingers into the shorter boy's hair. When their lips finally parted, Kurt looked into melted gold. He knew there had been no undue influence this time. He knew that what he was feeling was real. "I want you to take me back to my room, and I want you to feed from me."