Kurt parked his Navigator half a block down from Rachel's house. It was the closest he could get, as apparently Rachel's neighbor was having a party and dozens of cars were parked along the street.

He pulled out his phone to text Blaine to let him know he'd made it ok. Wes had made a fuss about him coming to this girls night, but Kurt had put his foot down. Besides, if he didn't show up, Mercedes and the others would have gone to Dalton to track him down and woe to anyone who got in their way.

He hit send on the text, then set the phone to vibrate, slipping it into his pocket as he walked towards the front door. There was no warning before a hand grabbed him, covering his mouth to smother his cry of protest. He struggled, but his captor was stronger than he was. The twin points of piercing pain in his throat had him struggling even more, but the pain quickly turned to pleasure, and his body began to relax into his captive's. He didn't notice the figure stepping out of the shadows until Nick was standing directly in front of him.

The warlock smiled kindly at him. "Relax, Kurtie, we're not going to hurt you."

Kurt could only moan softly, which is when he realized that Jeremiah had removed his hand from his mouth. His body was limp with building bliss as the blonde vampire continued to drain him. Nick stepped closer, reaching out to caress Kurt's cheek.

"It feels so good, doesn't it Kurtie? MMM, yes. And I have something here that will make you feel even better." He tipped Kurt's chin up, pressing his thumb into Kurt's lower lip, parting them, before raising a small vial to that pale pink mouth with his other hand, pouring the liquid over Kurt's tongue. Somewhere in the back of Kurt's mind he knew he should spit whatever it was out, but his eyes had locked on to the shorter males, and those blue orbs seemed to mesmerize him, compelling him to swallow.

As soon as the liquid slid down his throat, Jeremiah withdrew his fangs, gently pushing Kurt forward into Nick's arms. There was a sensation of rushing wind, though there was no noise, and then everything went black.

…

Blaine was feeling restless as he watched Wes and David play human as they sang with the Warblers in the dining hall. Kurt had texted an hour ago that he'd reached Rachel's house safely, but he hadn't heard from the new vampire since. He thought about texting the pale boy, but didn't want to interrupt his time with his friends.

When dinner was over, Wes, David, Thad and Trent retired to Blaine's dorm to keep him company while he waited for Kurt to return around Midnight. They were discussing ways to track Nick and Jeremiah, and what to do when they caught them. It was nearly ten when they heard a disturbance in the hallway.

"I don't care about your stupid rules. I want to see Kurt!" The five vampires looked at each other in confusion before Blaine stood and moved to the door. Opening it, he found himself face to face with an angry dark skinned girl, who was surrounded by several other young women with varying degrees of upset on their face.

"Can I help you?" Blaine asked.

"Yeah, you can start by telling me where the hell Kurt Hummel is."

"Are you Mercedes?"

"I am, and I want to know where my friend is!"

Wes stepped forward as Blaine began to panic. "We thought he was with you. He texted hours ago that he had gotten to Rachel's place safely."

Several of the girls spoke up at that, all stating that Kurt had never arrived. Blaine pulled out his phone and sent a quick text.

Kurt? Where are you? What's happening?-B

When he looked up, a blonde girl was standing in front of him. "He's like you now, isn't he? Like the blonde one I saw near Rachel's earlier? Or is he like the dark haired one? The warlock is powerful, and he wants something from Kurt."

"Who are you?" Blaine asked, looking the pretty girl over. There was something...different about her, but he couldn't sense what.

"I'm Brittany, and you're the vampire who is in love with Kurt."

"Brittany, Sweety, what are talking about?" A fiery Latina asked, taking the blonde by the arm and looking daggers at Blaine.

"It's ok, Tana, these are Kurt's vampire friends. They'll help him, since he's one of them now. Or Maybe he's a warlock? I can't tell."

Wes glanced up and down the hall to make sure no one else had heard the girl, then ushered them all in to the room. "How do you know who we are, Brittany isn't it?"

She smiled sweetly at him and nodded. "I saw you in my dreams. All of you. And Kurt's dad is the hunter, how awesome is that? Or maybe it's awkward, with him supposed to be killing you guys and all."

"She's a seer!" Trent spoke up. "Are you Seelie or unseelie?"

She smiled at him. "I forget."

"Ok, whoa, what are you all talking about? Where is Kurt?"

"The warlock and the bad vampire took him, didn't they? Jeremiah is going to be really angry when he learns what Nicky wants with Kurt. He thinks the warlock just wants to use Kurt to get revenge on you," she looked at Blaine again. "But don't worry, you can save both of them, and maybe the other one, too. Just remember not to fear the fire."

…

He opened his eyes slowly, a low whine pulling him from the darkness. He blinked as he looked around him. Things seemed to be out of focus, and that whine in his ear made any other sound distorted. He sat up slowly, trying to think where he might be, but his mind felt like it was full of cotton.

"Ah, you're awake! Good morning!"

He turned towards that voice, and suddenly everything came into sharp focus, the cotton clearing from his head, and the sound distortion fading. The young man standing in the doorway was handsome, with wavy dark hair and beautiful blue eyes. "How are you feeling this morning? You've been pretty ill."

"I-I feel fine. Where am I?"

"You don't remember? Surely you remember me, though?"

He studied the other male. He did seem familiar. His focus fuzzed for a moment, then came back, and he smiled. "Of course I know you. You're Nick, my boyfriend."

The dark haired warlock smiled brilliantly at him. "That's right, and you're Kurt, the love of my life."

Kurt smiled, wondering how he could have forgotten this wonderful man, even for a few seconds.