He woke up alone. Blaine had gone to check up on Thad in the night. As he lay there in bed, Kurt's mind replayed the scene in Nick's room last night. He should feel mortified. A week ago he was a blushing virgin who couldn't even say the word sex. Suddenly he was becoming a sex addict?

Was this what the Other's blood did to him? And licking Nick's blood from Blaine's mouth? How could he look at the younger boy after that?

He got up to start getting ready for school, when he spotted something by the door. He picked up the slip of paper, and a shiver slid down his back.

He's controlling you. The moment he gave you his blood you belonged to him. You feel different when he's not around, don't you? Ashamed of the things you do with him? But as soon as he's by your side, none of it matters, only him. He's manipulating you. There is still time to save yourself. Leave now, before it's too late!

He was ashamed of how he'd behaved last night, but when Blaine was there, all he thought about was sex and blood. Was it true? Was Blaine controlling him? He didn't know what to think. He needed to get away, even for just a little while, to try and clear his head and think.

He showered and dressed, and forgoing breakfast and his classes, he got in his car and drove. It wasn't a conscious decision on where he was going, but he soon found himself pulling into the parking lot at William McKinley high school. Seemingly on autopilot he made his way to the choir room. No one was in there at the moment, Glee club didn't start for several hours yet.

He didn't know why he came here to begin with. He was about to leave when someone called out his name.

"Kurt? What are you doing here?"

"Mercedes!" He smiled at his best friend, though the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"What's wrong, White boy? Someone at that prep school bothering you?"

Kurt sighed. "Not in the way you think."

She took his arm and lead him back into the choir room. "Talk."

The pale boy tried to organize his thoughts, knowing he would have to do a lot of editing of the story. "There is this guy I like, we've sort of started seeing each other. When I'm with him, I feel like a completely different person. I've done things with him I'd never even considered before..."

"Hold up, are you talking about...sex?" The blush on his face was answer enough. "Is he pressuring you?"

"That's the problem, I don't know! I mean, when we're together, it's like I can't help myself, I want to do those things with him, like someone or something else takes over. But afterwards I find myself questioning if I really wanted it. And it doesn't help that someone sent me an anonymous note telling him that he is manipulating and using me."

"Oh, baby, you really are messed up, aren't you? Right now he's not here to influence your judgment, so tell me this, how do you feel about him right this minute?"

Kurt thought about it. "He understands me on levels no one else ever has. He's been through most of the same things I have, and in some ways he had it worse. His parents threw him out. He almost died after being attacked for being gay, his friend did die. He's strong, and he's been kind to me."

Mercedes smiled. "And you're sure what you are feeling right now is your own emotions and not just what you want to believe?"

"I'm positive."

"Okay, so tell me about the note. Can you think of someone who would want to break the two of you up, someone who might be jealous and using your own fears against you?"

An arrogant face rose up in his mind. "Sebastian Smythe. The bastard has been trying to get between Blaine and I since the day we met him at the Lima Bean, but I don't think he could have sent the note."

"Why not?"

Kurt hesitated. He couldn't tell her that who ever sent the note knew that Blaine had fed him blood, new vampires were real. The note had to have come from the hunter, but who could it be? Sebastian didn't have the birthmark.

He sighed. "It's complicated, but lets just say there is some proof the note didn't come from him. I can't explain it to you, it's not my story to tell."

She accepted that. "Okay, I can understand that. But what really matters is how you feel about this Blaine guy. Do you really think he is manipulating and using you, or are you just scared of how you feel about him?"

He was silent as he thought through the past week. Eight days, actually. Could he really have fallen for Blaine in just eight days? He'd been attracted to him the moment he'd laid eyes on him. But then the Other had invaded his dreams, made him feel things he'd never felt before, made him want things he didn't even know about.

Everything just happened so fast.

"I'm scared," he confessed. "Everything just seemed to happen all at once. From the moment I saw him, I wanted him. I think that scared me the most. And when he started to show interest in me right away too, I think it just got so overwhelming. Before I even knew what I was doing, we were in bed together. And no, he didn't force me or pressure me. I was willing, and I think that is why I'm freaking out about it now. Does that make me a bad person?"

Mercedes laughed. "I think that makes you a teenage boy with hormones. So you were a bit of a late bloomer. Maybe your body is just trying to make up for lost time. If it makes you uncomfortable, then tell him you want to slow it down a little. If he cares about you, he'll go at your pace."

Kurt laughed a bit. "Thanks, 'Cedes. I really needed to talk to someone. I've missed you."

"I miss you too, babe. Are you coming home this weekend?"

"I think so."

"Good. Girls night Saturday? My place? I'll call the gang and set it up if you want?"

"Sounds great. Thanks, Boo."

…

He arrived back at Dalton in time for French. Blaine looked up at him in relief when he sat down beside him. "Where were you? I was worried."

"I had to get out for a while and clear my head. We need to talk after Warbler practice." He reached out and took the vampire's hand when he saw the concerned look on his face. "It's ok, I promise, I just need to talk some things out with you."

They sat through French and Social Studies, and then went to Warbler Practice together. Thad was sitting at the council table, looking perfectly healthy. They droned on for sometime, arguing about song selection and choreography. Kurt wasn't really paying attention. Something was niggling at the back of his mind, but he couldn't quite grab on to it.

It was once they were almost back to his dorm that he figured out what was bothering him.

"They knew..." He said out loud, stopping in his tracks.

Blaine looked at him curiously. "Who knew what?"

The pale one didn't reply, just took the dark one's hand and pulled him the rest of the way to his dorm. Once the door was closed and locked behind them, Kurt went to the nightstand and grabbed the note.

"This was shoved under my door this morning. Who ever wrote it knew you'd given me blood. How is that possible?"

Blaine read the note, frowning. Kurt could see the Other rising, but Blaine shoved him back. "Hunters are human, the only way one would know is if they saw it happen. My kind would be able to sense it, though. There are other beings that would be able to detect it."

"Other beings? Like what?"

"A witch would be able to use magic to reveal it, shifters can smell it."

Kurt's legs went weak and he collapsed on the bed. He'd barely come to terms with vampires, and now more supernatural stuff was being thrown at him. They were both silent for several minutes.

"So," Blaine cleared his throat. "Is this why you had to get away and clear your mind?"

Kurt looked at him again, noticing for the first time that the darker boy was still staring at the note. It was his turn to clear his throat. "In part, yes. You have to understand, eight days ago I couldn't even think the word sex without turning beet red. And then last night I all but molested another boy with you because the site of you drinking his blood had me so turned on I couldn't think of anything else."

"Do you believe I made you do that?" Blaine asked softly.

"Not really, not purposely, anyway. I think it's the Other. I can feel it inside me. It scares me, Blaine."

"I'm sorry, Kurt. I won't give you anymore of my blood. Eventually the Other in you will fade out."

The pale boy closed his eyes and turned away. "I don't know if that's good enough. Because I'm terrified, but at the same time I want it so bad. Do you know what is going through my mind right now?"

"What?"

Kurt turned slowly back to face the golden eyed boy, his eyes glowing with blue green fire. "I see myself feeding from you as you drink from Jeff, while we make love. I see us both feeding from Nick, damn he tasted so good!" Kurt moaned. "Hell, I even see your fangs buried in Sebastian as I kiss every inch of you I can reach. And I want it, Blaine. I want all of that. The Other inside me wants me to lay you down on my bed right this minute and to take you anyway I can while you feed me more of your blood."

Kurt choked back a sob as he fought not to reach for the curly haired boy. "He's strong already, Blaine. The Other is so strong inside me already, I'm afraid I am losing myself, and I'm not sure if I even care anymore."

As he struggled to control himself, he could see the darker boy also fighting his own battle with his Other.

"He wants his mate," Blaine growled, still fighting to remain in control. "He can feel your resolve weakening. He wants to claim you, to give you more of our blood, to turn you."

Kurt forced himself to look away again. "I think you need to leave for now. We both need to get ourselves under control."

"What about figuring out who the hunter is?"

"I can't right now, Blaine. Go, talk to Wes and David. Find out what they found in town. I need to be alone right now. I don't know how much longer I can fight this compulsion."

After a moment, he heard the other boy leave. The thing in his blood burned, and he was tempted to call Blaine back. He threw himself down on the bed, writhing as he fought to control himself. Eventually, exhausted, he fell asleep.