"Dad? What are you doing here?" Kurt couldn't believe his eyes. Burt Hummel stood there dressed head to toe in black, with a cross bow in one hand, and several wooden stakes strapped to his ammo belt. "And why are you dressed like a character from Rambo?"
Before Burt could answer, Thad and Trent moved in behind him. Trent took something from the bag he was carrying and moved to Nick. He began pouring something in a circle around the warlock. Thad went to Jeff and secured him with steel manacles.
"You ok, kiddo?" Burt finally asked.
Kurt wasn't sure how to answer that. He was a vampire now, but could he really admit that to his dad? He glanced from Nick to Jeff and back to the man who had raised him. "I, uh..."
"It's okay, Kurt. We need to talk about a few things. I can see the Other in your eyes. I guess I should have told you somethings sooner."
"You're the hunter!" Blaine declared.
Burt nodded. "Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you. I gave up hunting a long time ago."
Thad moved David to the couch as Trent examined Wes. "He's starting to come around, I think. I'm not sure how, though."
Kurt wasn't really paying attention to anyone but his dad. "I'm so confused right now. How come you never told me about vampires and everything else?"
Burt sighed, and sat down in the recliner. "I knew what I was from a very early age, Kurt. I was the first hunter born in a century, but I never encountered a vampire or any other supernatural creature for the longest time. Not until I met your mother."
"Mom?"
"She was a witch, but her line wasn't one of the powerful ones. She could perform some simple spells, but she was never very strong. I fell in love with her. We married. And then, when she was three months pregnant with you, she was attacked by a much more powerful warlock. Both of you nearly died."
Kurt felt light headed as his father talked, and found himself leaning against Blaine.
Burt continued. "That night I encountered my very first vampire. I knew I should have destroyed him, but he looked like a kid himself, not much older than you are now. He said he could heal Elizabeth and save you. He was so sincere. I was so afraid of losing you both, so I let him give your mother his blood."
He sat forward in the recliner, looking from one vampire to the other. "He saved her, and you. He told me that after a while the Other would fade from her blood, and it did. But the Other passed in to you as well. It didn't fade. It stayed dormant, though, and I thought it would remain dormant, but when you took his blood," he nodded to Blaine, "The Other inside you woke. But you also have Elizabeth's blood in your veins. Diluted warlock blood. And hunter blood too."
Trent gasped in understanding. "That should be impossible though."
"It does kind of explain why the Other seemed so strong inside him from the very beginning," Blaine said. "And why his turning was accelerated."
Burt nodded. "I didn't choose to be a hunter. After that vampire saved your mother and you, I decided I would only hunt the ones who hurt others. But until now, I hadn't encountered any who weren't just trying to coexist peacefully."
There were a few moments of silence as they all just considered the events. "So, what happens now?" Kurt asked, indicating Jeff/Jeremiah and Nick.
Burt glanced at the warlock first, confined by the circle of salt. "Well, that one will have his powers bound. As for blondie there, well, that depends on if he can be healed or not. He's mentally unstable."
Blaine sighed. "I truly hope he can be healed, and one day forgive me. It's my fault he is the way he is."
"I'd like to know how none of us noticed he was one of us, or even recognized him." Trent said.
"That's a good question," Wes mumbled, voice slurred. He was blinking around him as the haze lifted from his eyes.
The warlock laughed from his prison of salt, the paralysis from the initial spray of salt and thyme that Burt had thrown at him fading. "Vampires think they are so superior to all other supernatural beings. All your fascination with blood, but you know nothing about warlock blood?"
Blaine frowned. "What do you mean?"
It was Burt who answered. "The blood of witches and warlocks has many abilities. Not only is it a narcotic for vampires, but it can block other vampires' senses. It can also be used in smaller doses to heal severely wounded vampires."
"Is that what happened with Jeremiah?" Blaine asked the warlock.
The brunette sneered at him. "Yes, after you used him, and turned him into something he never wanted to be, he tried to kill himself by burning himself up. You thought he was dead, and you left him to rot in that grave for over fifty years! When I found him, he was insane. He took my blood. At first it acted as a narcotic to soothe his pain, and then after several smaller feedings, he began to heal. He no longer looked the way he had before, and I used my glamour to hide his scars."
"But why come after Blaine?" Thad asked.
"Because Blaine deserves to die! He lived, yet my great uncle didn't. Why should he be given another chance? He destroyed Alexander's life. And then he destroyed Jeremiah."
"Alexander?" Blaine said, looking confused. "I didn't kill him. I wanted him to live, but his injuries were too great."
"But if you hadn't seduced him, your father wouldn't have thrown him out into the streets, and he wouldn't have been beaten to death!" The warlock spat.
Blaine sighed, guilt weighing him down. Kurt reached out and took his hand. "It's not your fault. He had a choice. Your father had a choice. The thugs who beat you both had a choice. None of it was your fault."
Blaine smiled, and kissed him.
"Okay," Burt said. "Now that we have that all cleared up, there is something more important to talk about."
"What?" Kurt asked.
"What are we going to do about you and your Other?"