A/N Even though I swore to myself I wasn't going to start any new stories (other than an occasional one shot,) until I finished some of my more marketable projects this summer, I had this really awesome idea come to me the other night, and it wouldn't let me sleep until I wrote the first chapter. So the first chapter of my first ever crossover story is up, A Bite of Klaine, a Glee/Argeneau crossover. Please go read it and review it! Link in my Bio.

This story kind of got away from me. It was only supposed to be 4-5 chapters long, and here we are at chapter 21. Thank you to everyone who has followed along, and to those who have left me reviews!

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Blaine was silent, sitting in a corner away from the others, who were all talking at once. He couldn't look at Kurt, who was watching him from across the room where he was sitting with his dad. He couldn't look at his friends, either. He kept staring at Nick...no, Alexander, who was staring back at him, a malicious grin on his face.

Blaine wondered if he was cursed or something. When he had first realized he was attracted to boys, he had been curious what it was like to be with another male. When his father had hired Alexander as his tutor, Blaine had been attracted, but he knew he didn't really have feelings for the older boy, so hadn't acted on his attraction at first. But when he realized the other boy was also attracted to him, his curiosity got the better of him, and he had kissed him one day while they were reading poetry.

One kiss had lead to another, and another, and before he realized what he was doing, they had been in his bed, and that is when his father had walked in. All hell had broken loose. They had found themselves on the streets with no money, no food, and only the clothes on their backs. Alexander had been angry with him at first, blaming him for what happened. Blaine blamed himself too, as he learned that Alexander had actually had feelings for him. But they realized they only had each other to depend on now, and had settled their differences.

Then that night, two weeks later, Blaine had found a temporary job cleaning stables, earning enough money to buy them some food. They had gone to the market where they had purchased a loaf of bread, some cheese, and few apples, and that was where the men had spotted them. They'd attacked the two boys, viciously.

Blaine didn't remember much of the beating, he'd been knocked unconscious. When he'd awoke later, Wes had been standing over him, while David had knelt beside Alexander, whose breathing was erratic, and growing weaker, until it stopped all together. After he'd been turned, Blaine had been consumed with guilt, and had sworn he'd never have a relationship again.

But then he'd met Jeremiah. He glanced over at the unconscious blonde vampire. He'd known Jeremiah was in love with him, though he hadn't returned the feelings. He'd been struggling with the Other inside him, who wanted a mate, someone to keep the loneliness away, but Blaine wasn't interested.

But the more time he spent with Jeremiah, the more the Other tempted him. It wasn't love, but it was warmth and companionship. But Blaine hadn't realized how fragile Jeremiah had been. When the Other had begun to take root inside him, he'd thought he was going insane. Blaine tried to break things off with him, but his Other kept pushing him, demanding a mate. But he'd pushed too far, and Jeremiah had tried to kill himself, but the Other inside him brought him back. He thought he was possessed by a demon, and had set himself on fire.

He couldn't bring himself to look at Kurt, wondering if he was destroying the pale boy's life as well. He'd already nearly died twice because of him. Right now the countertenor seemed to be accepting his new nature, but what if one day he woke up and realized he didn't want this life, and hated Blaine for forcing it on him?

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Kurt kept looking at Blaine, who wouldn't look at him at all. He could feel the other boy pulling away from him. Did the darker boy think he'd wanted to be with Nick? That they'd been together, or something? Kurt could feel the guilt building inside of himself. He wanted to cry and beg Blaine to forgive him, to plead with him that he'd been under the influence of some kind of warlock magic, but what if he didn't believe him?

His thoughts were interrupted when Santana shouted loudly above the others. "So, are we going to exorcise the spirit or not? Cause if we are, I'm going to need a few supplies."

They all stopped talking and looked at her. "What? It's a simple rite, I just need some grave dust, two white and one black candle, salt, water, and a crow feather."

"How do you know that?" Kurt asked, suspiciously.

The Latina smirked at him. "There is more than one kind of magic in the world, you know. Witches and warlocks aren't the only one's who can cast a spell. My Abuela has been teaching me white magic for years."

After all the revelations that night, no one was overly surprised by this news. Tina and Mike offered to go gather the requested supplies. While they waited for the two to return, Mercedes approached Kurt's side.

"How are you feeling, babe?" She asked.

He smiled wearily. "Like I fell down the rabbit hole and found myself in a strange horror movie, or some twisted version of the Wizard of Oz. 'Vampires and warlocks and jaguars, Oh my!'"

She smiled at his joke. "I'm sorry I never told you. It wasn't that I didn't trust you or anything. It's just I didn't want to scare you away. You were my first human friend. Well, mostly human. I always knew your scent was off, different from other humans, but I didn't know why, but I always sensed you were a good person."

"Thank you, Mercedes. I'm not upset at you for not telling me, I understand. Besides, I always knew you were a Queen." They laughed and hugged each other. "So, out of all of our friends, only Quinn, Tina, Mike, Finn and Sam are pure human?"

"Well, I don't know about that. I think Finn, Quinn and Mike are hiding something, I just haven't figured out what yet. Sam is definitely something, but not like anything else I've ever encountered before. As for Tina, well, as far as I can tell she's human, but that doesn't mean she's not hiding something either."

Kurt glanced back over at Blaine, who still wasn't looking at him. Mercedes seemed to notice what he was looking at and hugged him again. "He cares about you, I can smell it. He's just a little confused right now."

Kurt nodded, but was distracted when the blonde vampire moaned. Kurt stood to go over to Jeremiah, but Brittany stopped him, speaking softly. "You can heal him. Heal his mind. Just remember, he may be happier as Jeff than Jeremiah."

He wasn't sure what the blonde girl meant, but he nodded at her and moved to the injured boy, who was whimpering in pain, physical and emotional. As he knelt by the taller boy, he felt his dad move up behind him. "Your mother said that healing magic was both the easiest and hardest to use. I never could figure out what she meant by that."

Kurt thought he understood. As he reached out for the injured vampire, he could feel the magic inside himself reaching out as well, the need to heal almost a tangible thing. But at the same time he had no idea how to heal the boy, The physical wounds were easy enough, he knew that his blood was all it would take, but the emotional and mental wounds were deep and had been there for over a hundred years.

He focused on the older boy's mind, his magic showing him all the broken pathways and misfiring neurons. He concentrated, trying to figure how to make it all better. And Brittany's words kept repeating in his head. Suddenly he knew what to do, and instinct took over.

He wasn't aware of anything happening around him, or how much time had passed. He remembered offering the other vampire his blood, before pushing him gently into sleep. When he finally finished, he was exhausted. His dad carried him over to the couch and laid him down, where he fell asleep almost immediately.