A/N Final Chapter! Hope you've all enjoyed this story! Please check out my other story, A Bite of Klaine! Link in my bio!

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Kurt woke sometime later to the sound of Latin chanting. Tina and Mike had apparently returned with the supplies Santana had requested, and had begun the exorcism. He tried to sit up, but his body felt like lead. He managed to turn his head slowly, just able to see what was happening across the room.

The dark haired warlock was still paralyzed from the contact with the salt and thyme mixture, and was still staring, unblinkingly, at Blaine. The salt circle was now at the center of a perfectly drawn pentagram that was made with white chalk. At the five points of the star were different items; a black feather sat at one point, a bowl of water sat another. A third had a dish of salt, and a white rock sat at a forth. The fifth point had three candles burning, two white and one black.

Santana walked around the edges of the pentagram, chanting. As Kurt watched, a shimmer formed around the warlock. It almost appeared as if the boy was phasing in and out of focus.

Suddenly the boy began to laugh, but the voice that came from the brunette's mouth wasn't the one he was used to hearing. It was more refined, but edged with insanity. "Abandoning me again, Blaine? You destroyed my life! I cared for you, you know! But to you I was nothing more than an experiment! And then you left me there to die in that alley, while you not only lived, but were given immortality? You are selfish and vain!"

Kurt could see Blaine flinching with each accusation. Santana began chanting louder, and from nowhere a breeze began whirling around the room. From the look on the Latina's face, Kurt could tell something was wrong. He tried to sit up again, managing to pull himself up, but leaning heavily on the arm of the couch. He tried to sense what was wrong, but it was just out of his reach.

He looked at Blaine, who was still looking at the apparition, unable to blink or look away. And suddenly he understood. The last trap had been sprung. He tried to fling himself at the curly haired vampire, but collapsed after only a single step.

"Blaine! Listen to me! Look at me, Blaine!" He pushed himself forward as he talked. "Blaine, please! He's enthralled you! What ever it is he wants from you, don't do it!"

The others looked from him to the other boy in confusion, until Sam noticed the blade in the vampire's hand and called out in confusion. No one had even noticed it before now. Blaine raised the knife to his throat, eyes still locked with the imprisoned spirit.

"No! Blaine!" Kurt found the energy to lunge at the boy he loved. He grabbed the wrist holding the knife, fighting to keep Blaine from injuring himself. "He's lying! He's manipulating you! Please, Look at me!"

The sharp edge of the knife pierced the vampire's flesh, drawing a crimson bead. The scent made Kurt realize how hungry he was. He leaned in and lapped at the drop of blood. Blaine moaned softly, and the hand holding the knife pulled back a little. Kurt ran his tongue over the pulse point again, and the other vampire's breathing hitched.

Kurt leaned into the dark one, allowing his fangs to descend, he murmured softly. "I love you, Blaine. Come back to me!" He sank his fangs into the tender throat, drinking deeply. The smaller boy shuddered, dropping the knife and wrapping his arms around the pale one.

Kurt heard a shriek from behind him as Santana blew the grave dust onto the possessed warlock. The malicious spirit of Alexander was forced out of Nick's body. The warlock collapsed on the floor, weak and exhausted. Without the warlock's magic, the spirit no longer had an anchor to this world.

"Leave, spirit! Return beyond the veil and dally here no more!" Santana spoke, and then blew out the black candle. With another shriek of defiance, the apparition dissolved into nothing.

The room suddenly went silent except for the sound of Kurt swallowing and Blaine's moans, After a moment, Kurt withdrew his fangs and sealed the wounds. He sat back a little, studying Blaine's face. He reached out to stroke the shorter boy's cheek. Tears gleamed in the melted gold eyes.

"It wasn't a lie. It was my fault. I didn't have feelings for him. I just wanted to know what it was like. If I hadn't acted on my curiosity, my father wouldn't have caught us. Alexander wouldn't have died. And Jeremiah! I destroyed him too! God, Kurt, you have to get away from me before I destroy you too! I'm cursed!"

Kurt silenced him with a kiss. "Do you love me?"

Tears continued to stream down the dark one's face. "I thought I did, but what if I'm incapable of loving someone? What if I just fooled myself into thinking things would be different this time? I don't want you to get hurt because of me!"

Kurt kissed him again. "Do you love me?" He repeated.

The older vampire sighed. "Yes. I love you."

The pale one smiled. "Then you are not cursed. Unless you count spending the rest of our lives together a curse."

Cerulean eyes met gold, and they smiled.

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Epilogue

Kurt and Blaine sat in the Warbler's common as rehearsals for regionals continued. They listened as Jeff (who no longer remembered his life as Jeremiah,) and Nick (who had sheepishly admitted that he'd accidentally summoned Alexander after getting drunk at a party and hadn't used proper precautions,) sang a duet. The two were much happier now that all their past baggage was gone. Kurt was happy that the two had turned out to be very good people who actually cared deeply for each other.

He smiled over at Thad and Trent. Both boys seemed happier as well. Trent had met a boy from Westerville high while at the computer store at the mall last week. The two of them were dating. And Thad had met a new transfer student at Crawford Country Day, Dalton's sister school. He was glad they had each found someone.

He thought about his friends at McKinley, Turns out Sam had been hiding a secret after all. Part of the reason his family moved to Lima was because the blonde boy had been attacked back in Kentucky. He'd been bitten by a leopard shifter. He couldn't shift, but he had gained some of the shifter's abilities, such as enhanced eyesight and hearing.

Quinn had admitted that she was part siren, her great grandmother having fallen in love with a mortal many years ago. She had inherited the siren's singing ability.

Mike Chang apparently was descended from an ancient Dragon deity, though the bloodline had thinned considerately over the centuries

It had been discovered that Finn was part faun on his paternal grandfather's side. Kurt had to laugh at that, seeing at how tall his stepbrother was.

As for Tina, well, as far as she knew she was a hundred percent human, and she was okay with that.

The pale vampire looked up at the dark one, and smiled in content, leaning in to kiss him lightly on the lips. His life certainly would never be boring.