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CHAPTER 9

Kurt approached the house where the hunters lived.

A couple of days had passed and he wanted to tell Blaine about the conversation he had had with Bill, but he wasn't sure exactly what to say. He had to warn them, he had no choice, but at the same time, Kurt didn't want to throw his friend under the bus like that. He had no idea how the hunters would react. He spent the past three days thinking about what to say. The vampire decided that he would only talk to Blaine about this whole situation. Blaine and him had some kind of unspoken friendship. Not exactly a friendship, but... well, it was complicated.

They were texting each other. Nothing relevant, but Blaine shared the little bit of information about the Head that they knew, and Kurt was determined to show Blaine that he was a normal person, so every day he told Blaine a little bit about his day. It was silly, but Blaine never asked him to stop. Most of the time he ignored Kurt, but sometimes he replied and that made it all worth it. Blaine usually replied when Kurt asked him anything related to being a vampire. Sometimes Kurt would send question that he already knew the answer to, like:

Sorry to bother you with another question, but... can vampires get burned? -K

No. Fire can not kill a vampire. -B

Thanks! - K

Wait. Was that a Game Of Thrones reference? -K

Actually, yes. It was! -B

Just to make Blaine talk, and it worked! The hunter seemed reluctant, though. Kurt knew Blaine wasn't letting him in. He didn't blame the hunter, though. Blaine was taught to hate vampires more than anything, of course he's hesitant. While Kurt wondered what the right thing to say was, he was also busy with some assignments. It was surreal being a college student while dealing with life threatening situations and feeling his body change every day. It wasn't always a bad thing. He soon became the best dancer in his class. His teachers were impressed. He could go on practicing for hours, and of course, not feel any pain.

When Kurt was feeling like his life was a little bit more normal again, he noticed it. As he looked out the window, Bill's truck was there. Kurt let out a breath of surprise. Was he being watched? And for how long? He had to inform the hunters immediately. What if the hunters decided to show up at his apartment? While he stood there, looking out the window, the truck slowly began to leave and Kurt took a better look. It was definitely Bill's truck.

He did try to talk to Blaine about it. He texted him. He made sure to say that they needed to talk and it was urgent, but no response came. Finally, Kurt tried to call, but Blaine didn't pick up. So the next morning, he decided to skip class and made sure he wasn't being followed before he left the house. No white trucks in sight. Still he made sure to keep an eye out for anything suspicious. When he got to the hunters' house, he remember the last time he was there. He stared at the door, which he entered without any problem the last time, despite Blaine claiming that it was impossible. Kurt was ready to knock this time when he heard the older hunter's voice.

"It's not that easy, sir!"

Kurt froze. Cooper was there, right in the kitchen, the vampire could hear him. He didn't really want to face Blaine's brother, he just wanted to speak to Blaine. Fuck. He thought.

"We went out for a hunt, but I had no luck last night." Cooper went on in a hushed tone. Kurt frowned, realizing that Cooper was probably on the phone, not wanting to be heard.

Cooper paused, Kurt assumed that the other person was talking.

"Like I said, it's not that easy." He heard Cooper take a few steps. "My brother lives with me, do you understand why it's so hard? He's smart, he'll get suspicious."

Kurt raised both eyebrows in surprise. Was Cooper hiding something from Blaine?

"No. He can't." Cooper said firmly. He let out a sigh. "I swear I'll get you a new one this week. No, two. To make up for that one that we lost. I'm sorry again, sir."

Kurt took a step back. This was all too suspicious. Did Cooper have some kind of boss? Blaine never mentioned that they worked for anyone. He couldn't knock on that door, not in that moment. Cooper would realize that Kurt had heard his conversation and that wouldn't end well. Kurt stood there, nervously biting his bottom lip. What could he do? The vampire took out his phone and decided to try to get Blaine's attention one last time.

I'm right outside your house. Please, come talk to me. It's urgent. -K

Kurt stared at his phone screen for minutes, hoping Blaine would send some kind of reply. None came. For a moment, he wondered if Blaine was even okay. It wasn't like him to ignore Kurt this much. He heard his brother mentioning a hunt, what if he got hurt? Well, he didn't smell any blood. He concentrated and sniffed the air. He couldn't tell if Blaine was home, because his scent was everywhere in that place. Kurt sighed, decided to just man up and knock on the door... went it opened, making him widen his eyes. It was Blaine. The hunter seemed surprised to actually see Kurt there, but then cursed under his breath and walked past him.

"Blaine, I really need to talk to y-"

"Not here." Blaine interrupted firmly. "Get in the car before my brother sees you."

Kurt mumbled. "Alright," he didn't need to be told twice.

The vampire followed the hunter to the car. After he got in and shut the door, Blaine started the engine. Or tried to. The car didn't start until the third try. Blaine let out a sigh of relief and began to drive, getting away from that house as quickly as he could. Kurt was relieved too. Kurt looked out the window, the hunters' house seemed to be so far from the rest of the city. They were lucky to find such a hidden place like that in New York.

"I don't mean to sound petty, but... why did you ignore my texts? I meant it, it was urgent." Kurt started, speaking quietly.

Blaine sighed as he heard the engine making noises. "I'm here now. Tell me."

"I-..." Kurt glanced out the window again. "Where exactly are we going?"

Blaine groaned as the noise became more persistent. "Shit. Cooper's tried to fix it, but he's not as good a mechanic as he thinks he is."

"I can take a look at it, if you want." Kurt offered, as he looked at the other man and watched him frown in confusion.

"You can?"

"What?" Kurt shrugged and casually said. "Just 'cause I'm gay I can't know how to fix a car?"

Blaine was a little taken aback, but stopped the car nonetheless. "Fair enough."

Kurt climbed out of the car. They were in an deserted street. He walked to the front of the car and opened up the hood, biting his lip as he concentrated on trying to figure out the problem.

"It's not because you're gay, though," He heard Blaine say, the other man had gotten out of the car too. "I didn't even want to assume that you were, it's just that you don't look like the kind of guy who likes to know about cars..."

"Breaking the stereotype, I guess." Kurt replied kindly. They never came close to discussing Kurt's sexuality, but Blaine for sure wasn't a homophobe. Despite wanting to kill all of Kurt's kind, he was a genuinely good person, Kurt knew that.

"Well... I fit right into that stereotype then." Blaine chuckled a little. Kurt detected that he was a little nervous. He smiled to himself, straight guys were always so nervous when they talked about sexuality with gay guys. It was funny, but it also showed that Blaine cared enough not to insult him. "Because... you know, I know nothing about cars and..."

"Not really. I mean, the stereotype is that every straight guy has to know all about cars... which is why your brother is trying so hard, I guess." Kurt laughed and looked up at Blaine. "Got any tools? You're going to need new parts, but I can fix it for now. "

"I, um-... sure." Blaine walked to the back of the car to get the tools in the trunk. "But... but that's exactly what I mean," he swallowed as he closed the trunk and walked over to Kurt, "I know nothing about cars, so..."

Kurt tilted his head in confusion as Blaine offered him the toolbox. "Right. I got it. But you're-"

"Kurt, I'm gay." Blaine blurted out.

Kurt dropped the toolbox and gasped loudly at the loud noise that it made when it hit the ground. "Oh, my god! Sorry!" He said quickly, but before he could lean down to grab it, Blaine was already doing that and making sure that nothing was broken.

"It's okay, it's fine..." Blaine reassured him and gave the box back to him. "Really, it was just a loud noise."

"A-and nothing is broken, right?" Kurt asked, nervously.

"No."

Kurt held the toolbox and blinked as he stared at Blaine. He was gay? Had he heart it right? He had, of course. He was a vampire for god's sake. His hearing was perfect. Kurt felt so silly then, assuming that the man was straight just because he acted all tough. Blaine never actually said anything about his sexuality. He was reading the signs all wrong.

"Is it really that shocking?" Blaine raised an eyebrow and Kurt realized he had been staring for a lot longer than he should.

"I- Sorry." Kurt shook his head and turned back to the car. "No. Well, yes. I can't say I'm not surprised."

"All this time you thought I was straight?" Blaine frowned. "But you've..." You've flirted with me. The hunter moved to the side of the car and leaned against it as he crossed his arms and watched Kurt work. "What made you so sure?"

Kurt shrugged. "It was wrong of me to assume your sexuality, I guess," he admitted, "but you did flirt with Rachel..."

"Of course, I needed information. It's just my job." Blaine shrugged too.

"And I even assumed that that woman at the warehouse was your girlfriend..."

The loud laugh that Blaine let out startled Kurt. The hunter was shaking his head at the thought. "Oh, god, no... She's a long-time friend. And a lesbian."

It was Kurt's turn to laugh. "I feel so stupid."

"Don't. We're not exactly carrying the pride flag everywhere, are we?" Blaine chuckled, but soon his smile dropped. "I actually don't really talk about it much... only when I'm with her. I mean, everyone knows I'm gay, but... we don't talk about it."

"You and your brother, you mean?" Kurt was almost afraid to talk and scare Blaine away. He was finally sharing something personal.

"No, I mean everyone." Blaine explained. "All the hunters I know. We don't talk about personal stuff. I know that there are many of them who are homophobic, so... we just don't mention it."

Kurt shot him an apologetic look before he continued to work on the car. "But what about your brother? Is he supportive?

"There was one time when... It was during a hunt, I was like, fifteen or sixteen and I fucked up. Of course I did, I was just a kid working with grown ups who were ten times more experienced than me. One of the hunters grabbed me and called me a faggot. He said horrible things to me... My brother heard it. That hunter thought my brother was still caught up with something, but Cooper wasn't. He was close enough to hear him. Cooper punched him until he passed out, I thought he was going to kill the man, no one was able to stop him once he started... and that's how he shows he's supportive." Blaine replied, even smiling a little. "No one ever said anything offensive to me after that." He paused. "I came out to him when I was fourteen. He just hugged me, told me he loved me and bought me a beer."

Kurt smiled a little too, "When you were fourteen?"

"Yep." Blaine chuckled. "Cooper is not very responsible, that much is clear."

Kurt grabbed another tool. "And what about your parents? How did they react?"

That's all it took for Blaine to realize he had been sharing way too much. He looked away and clenched his jaw. "Are you almost done?"

Kurt decided not to say anything about the obvious deviation of topics. "Almost. Can you start the engine, please?"

Blaine stayed inside the car, helping Kurt whenever he asked, but they weren't having another conversation. In fact, Blaine was snapping at him at every chance he got. Kurt wanted so bad to make Blaine trust him. His life literally depended on it. It wasn't just that though, Kurt cared about Blaine. He actually did. He wasn't sure why, maybe it was because Blaine seemed to be just like him in this mess, maybe because he could see Blaine was a good person who was suffering, or maybe it was because there was some kind of connection between them, something that he felt every time they were close to each other. Something he wasn't ready to think or talk about just yet.

"I'm done." Kurt announced and asked Blaine to start the car, which worked on the first try. Kurt smiled, proud of himself, and closed the hood. He cleaned his hands the best he could before he entered the car again. Blaine put the toolbox back in the trunk and when they were both inside the car, he continued to drive. "Blaine, where are we going?"

"Nowhere in particular." Blaine replied, without taking his eyes off the street. "We just needed to get away. My brother isn't in the best mood. I was thinking we could go to that coffee shop that you like. The one we... properly met. We can talk there."

Kurt nodded slowly, but then widened his eyes. "We can't."

"What? Why not?"

"I'll explain why, but we can't go there." Kurt swallowed. "Let's go to another coffee shop instead. Please."

Blaine didn't understand, but decided to listen to the vampire. Kurt looked down at his dirty hands and sighed. This was not going to be easy.


They went to a random Starbucks that none of them had ever been before. Kurt kept looking out for the white truck, but didn't see anything suspicious. He told Blaine his coffee order and went to the bathroom to wash his hands properly. They finally sat together at a table. Kurt was nervously fidgeting with the cup lid.

"Kurt?" Blaine called softly. "You seem really distressed, you need to tell me what happened.

Kurt looked up into Blaine's worried eyes. This was it, it was time to tell Blaine everything. Someone would die because of him, that much was almost certain.

"What was so urgent?" Blaine insisted.

Kurt finally spoke. "Bill came over to my house."

"Bill?" Blaine was confused at first, but then he remembered. "Oh. Shit. The vampire that we-..."

"Yes." Kurt whispered.

Blaine leaned back in his chair, watching Kurt. "How did he find you?"

Kurt looked down. "I left his truck close to my building. I- um... borrowed it that night, at the warehouse. It had a tracker, after he found the truck, he found me."

Blaine scoffed and shook his head. "That wasn't very smart. And what did he want?"

"To start a new nest. He said he wanted me to work with him."

"Work with him? Work how?"

"I don't know."

"Tell me, Kurt." Blaine demanded.

Kurt sighed. "He didn't know exactly! It was a job offered to him. To both of us, actually. He said we'd work at a hospital."

Blaine furrowed his eyebrows, like he was remembering something. "You sure he didn't mean like a laboratory?"

"He said hospital. He said that... that the Head's informants were- um, impressed with me."

That got Blaine's attention even more. He looked at Kurt up and down. "Did you take the job?"

Kurt swallowed. "I..." He paused. "I said I'd think about it."

"You have to take it." Blaine smiled at the opportunity. "It's our way in."

Kurt looked down at his cup. He already expected that. "I guess it is."

Blaine took a sip of his drink while he watched the other man. "You don't seem very excited."

"Why would I be excited? I'm going to be in danger the whole time. I don't want to get this job." Kurt looked back at Blaine.

Blaine shrugged. "Well, that's too bad. You have to do what we say." He said, harshly.

"The truth is I'm scared." Kurt continued, ignoring Blaine. "I consider Bill my friend, but I think he's getting suspicious..."

Blaine hummed. "Where is he now?"

"I don't know." Kurt looked down.

"Don't lie to me." Blaine said coldly.

Kurt's head snapped up to look at Blaine. "What? I'm not lying!"

"Good, because if I figure out that you are, my brother and I won't be working with you anymore. You know that, right?" Kurt did not want to deal with this version of Blaine. The version that's closed off and demanding. The hunter. God, he was tired. Now he didn't even have a friendly and understanding person to talk to. Blaine was acting like his old self, had been ever since he realized he was sharing too much. Why did everything have to be so hard?

"I do." Kurt sighed.

"And you know what that means, right?"

"Yes." Kurt glared at the hunter. He was getting tired of feeling awful for accusations thrown at him. "It means it's open season to chop my head off! I'm not lying to you, Blaine! I didn't even have to tell you any of this! You know what else he said? That he's determined to hunt down and kill you and your brother. He's somewhere out there looking for you and he wants revenge. He even asked for my help, because he knows that I've been to your house so I know where you live, but I came up with some lame excuse to say no. I'm pretty sure he got suspicious because he's been following me! Yes, I found out about that last night and I wanted to tell you, but you didn't text me back. So, I decided to come here and tell you all this so you can be prepared, so you can look for him and maybe catch him before he gets to you. You're going to kill my friend, I know you will, but I've chosen my side in this war, okay? I never wanted this, but fuck it, here I am. Now I just want this to be over so you, your brother, and all these psychotic vampires can all just get the fuck out of my life!" After Kurt said what he had to say, he stood up and threw a paper at Blaine's direction. "He left his phone number. You do whatever you want with it. I'll call him and tell him I'll take the damn job."

Kurt walked away, leaving behind his coffee - he didn't even need it - and the hunter. He didn't look back. He was tired of trying so hard. Those hunter weren't worth it. They would never change their minds and Kurt would die in the end anyway. God, I should probably just end this. It'd be the best for everyone. Kurt thought as he opened the front door of the coffee shop and walked out to the sidewalk. No, stop this. You can't keep this train of thought. You deserve to live. Kurt shook his head, feeling the tears coming to his eyes. It'll get better. It always does.

"I'm sorry." Came the hunter's voice from behind him. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't even hear the man following him.

Kurt stopped, not turning around just yet, thinking that he had heard it wrong. "What did you say?"

"I said I'm sorry." Blaine repeated. "I shouldn't have talked to you like that. I understand your situation with us, but that was wrong of me. I-... I'm not used to dealing with-"

"Vampires, I know." Kurt rolled his eyes.

"People." Blaine completed, with a hint of shame in his voice.

Kurt turned around to look at Blaine. He didn't know what to say at first, so he just stepped closer to Blaine. The hunter was holding both their coffees. "You know I don't actually need coffee, right?"

"I know, but you still like the taste, don't you?" Blaine offered him the cup and Kurt accepted it. He also accepted the apology, but he didn't need to say anything. Blaine understood. "Can I take you somewhere?" The hunter asked.

Kurt tilted his head in curiosity. "Okay."


They were both in the car again, and Blaine smiled as the engine started without a problem. "I don't think I thanked you for fixing our car..."

"You did. You paid for my coffee." Kurt smiled too. He liked to see Blaine smile. Not that it means anything, he just has a nice smile.

"How did you learn how to fix cars?"

"My dad. He's a mechanic." The vampire replied, he smiled a little more as he thought of his father. He missed the man. It's been a while since they last talked.

Blaine raised his eyebrows. "Oh, so he must have taught you everything."

"He did, and he's the best mechanic in Ohio, in my opinion, so..." Kurt chuckled.

"Ohio?" Blaine glanced at Kurt.

"Yes, it's where I'm from." Kurt nodded.

Blaine turned quiet. Kurt thought he wasn't going to speak again, but then he said. "My brother and I are from Ohio."

"Oh." Kurt was surprised. "Really? Where?"

"We... um, originally from Westerville, where I spent all of my childhood, but... we moved a lot." Blaine swallowed hard.

Kurt decided to drop the subject. Blaine was trying, but he was clearly uncomfortable talking about all of this. But when he figured that maybe Blaine felt like this because Kurt wasn't sharing enough. Maybe if he talked more, Blaine wouldn't be so hesitant. "I'm from Lima. It's not that far from Westerville, is it?"

"No. It's two hours away, I think." Blaine replied.

"That's a coincidence." The vampire smiled a little, then he went on talking a little about his life. He talked about how amazing his father was, talked about how much he hated Lima, talked about how he and Rachel had met in high school and decided that they would come to New York together. They were so happy that they got into NYADA together, because that meant the were getting close, they were going "...To become big, big stars." He practically whispered that part. Those memories were beginning to hurt. Everything seemed different now. His life would never be the same, he was starting to accept that. No matter how hard he tried, he would never go back to being that person. He closed his eyes and let out a breath.

"Is everything okay?" Blaine asked softly.

"No..." Kurt replied honestly. "Because-..." He felt a lump in his throat. "That will never happen, will it?" No reply came. "I know it won't, but I still fool myself, thinking that if I just continue to ignore that I'm a monster, I'll be okay. Every day I feel myself slipping away. When I think about it I get sad, but lately... it's being replaced by anger. That last man I killed, I-... I was just unleashing my rage. Yes, he was a disgusting man, but I think that was just an excuse. I probably would have done that to anyone. It's not smart to say these things while the man who wants to kill me sits right next to me, but... The truth is, I'm scared that you're right. I'm scared that I won't be able to hold myself back one day."

The vampire did not expect Blaine to say anything, but after a minute or so of silence, Blaine began to talk. "Kurt, you've tried to convince me that you're different and that you won't let yourself become a monster, and you know what? I'm rooting for you." Their eyes met for a brief moment. "Don't give up on yourself just yet. Please."

The rest of the ride was quiet. Both of them had a lot to think about.


"We need to talk to her," Blaine explained to Kurt while they climbed the stairs together. He felt the need to introduce Kurt to his only friend. He was actually nervous, having no idea how she would react, but he knew her well enough to know she wouldn't try to kill Kurt, if he asked her not to. "Bill tasted her blood, so you can imagine how scared she is."

"Kinda hard to imagine her being scared." Kurt followed Blaine, reluctantly. "I've seen her fight."

They reached her door and Blaine rang the doorbell. "Santana, it's me. Open up." The hunter shouted. A few seconds later a reply came.

"Hold on, be right there!"

Blaine noticed that Kurt stood a little far from the door. He knew the woman wouldn't immediately figure out he's a vampire, but Kurt wouldn't take any chances. It was taking a little too long for her to open the door, though. Kurt and Blaine exchanged looks. Blaine noticed that Kurt seemed a little distracted, like his senses were picking up something that Blaine's human senses couldn't. He tried to read into Kurt's confused expression. When the vampire noticed that the hunter was watching him, he changed his demeanor. Blaine decided to let this go for now.

"Santana?" He called again. "What the hell is taking you so long?"

"I said, 'be right there'. I was naked, okay? Perks of living alone." The woman spoke before she opened the door, and stepped outside, closing the door behind her. "And who the hell gave you the right to show up at my place like this, shorty?" Then her eyes finally landed on Kurt. She looked at the man up and down. "Who's this?"

"That's Kurt."

Santana took a few steps to get closer to the vampire and walked around him. Kurt tensed up, her face was unreadable. She already knew he was a vampire, Blaine had told her about him. Kurt doubted she would actually try anything in that hallway, but he still followed her with his eyes, ready to react. She smiled approvingly and stopped in front on him. "Nice to finally meet you, Kurt. I'm Santana." She offered him her hand.

Kurt shook her hand, offering her a small smile. "Nice to meet you too. I had no idea that you already knew who I was."

"Oh, Blaine has told me lots about you." Santana smirked, glancing back at the hunter. "Now that I've seen you, I understand why he won't shut up about you. You're just his type."

Blaine actually blushed a little. Of course she would react like this. She wouldn't lose an opportunity to tease Blaine. "Can we go inside, please?" He said quickly, almost stuttering.

"Ugh, no way. My apartment is a mess. I actually have a better idea." Santana spoke, grabbing Blaine's arm and making him walk. "Let's go get a few drinks."


Just down the street there was a small bar. Santana ordered her usual, Blaine decided he wouldn't be drinking and Kurt wouldn't either. It's not like it would make a difference. Santana was being surprisingly friendly with Kurt. Blaine didn't expect that at all. Santana was always like that when she met someone new, but she was still a hunter and Kurt was still a vampire. That didn't seem to matter to her. That made Blaine smile, one of the reasons he had brought Kurt there was because Santana was better at this: talking with people, making friends. She was an expert at making people feel comfortable - or uncomfortable. He trusted her judgement, so he brought Kurt to talk to her. She would be honest with him. Santana would tell Blaine if Kurt was not to be trusted.

"So, you almost killed my best friend..."

Kurt raised his eyebrow at that. "Your best friend almost killed me. I guess we're even."

Santana laughed. "Sure. I guess you are. Then you also saved him."

The vampire looked quickly at Blaine, and the hunter looked back. "I did. I don't know why," the vampire admitted, still holding Blaine's gaze, "I bet he doesn't know why he stopped his brother from killing me, either."

Santana took a sip of her drink, smirking as she watched both of them. "You two have complicated history. I can't wait to see how it turns out."

Blaine looked away from Kurt. "We just have a job to do, okay? Nothing else."

"Right, yeah." Santana put her glass down. "Anyway, about that... Any new leads?"

Blaine gave her the paper with Bill's phone number. "The vampire who bit you. That's his number. He gave it to Kurt."

Santana looked down at the paper, then at Kurt. "Did you talk to him?"

"I did. He's looking for revenge. If he bit you, he's probably coming for you first. You'll be easier to find." Kurt bit his lip.

"I know," Santana let out a sigh. "And I'm screwed, I'm a girl, I have periods. He'll find me sooner or later."

"Not if we kill him first." Blaine spoke firmly. "That's what I'm planning to do. See if Arthur can track that phone number, maybe he can find out something."

"I'll- I'll talk to him." Santana swallowed. She rarely let it show, but she was scared. She was always so careful when she went hunting. No vampire had ever bitten her before.

Blaine reached for her hand. "Hey." He called softly. "We'll find him. Kurt is our connection to him, we just have to think of a good plan."

The woman nodded and squeezed Blaine's hand. "I know. I know. I trust you."

"This vampire, his name is Bill, he offered Kurt a job. Well, actually the Head did." Blaine told her.

Santana raised her eyebrows and looked at Kurt. "So this vampire... Bill and you are friends?"

"Sort of. He was very nice to me, but... I understand." Kurt said quietly. "Your life is in danger, and he won't stop until he kills you, Blaine and Cooper."

Santana sighed, leaning back in her chair. "This sucks." She shook her head. "We have to put an end to this. We have to stop the Head," she turned to the other hunter. "By the way, I went to that building I told you about and took some pictures. I'll send them to you later today."

"I'll take a look." Blaine nodded. He didn't really believe that there was anything connected to the Head going on in that place, but Santana was desperate and so was he. It wouldn't hurt to check it out.

The three of them continued to enjoy each other's company, Santana did most of the talking, telling Kurt a few stories from the time Blaine and her used to hunt in Ohio. She was careful not to mention anything that she knew Blaine wouldn't approve. In exchange, Kurt told her about his own life in Ohio. It wasn't as crazy as their own, but still, he had a few stories. He talked about a glee club that he was apart of and how he loved the show choir competitions there. Kurt was right, it seemed like none of that mattered now. After he got turned, his life changed forever. When it was time to go back home, Blaine asked Kurt to wait in the car while he walked with Santana back to her apartment. They stopped by the door and Blaine finally asked her.

"So... what do you think?"

"About Kurt?" Blaine nodded, then she went on. "I think he's one of the good guys, Blaine."

Blaine looked down and pressed his lips together.

"I know it's hard for you to believe that," Santana spoke softly. "I know that you went through hell last time you believed that a vampire was good, but... I don't think that all of them are evil. I really don't."

"Right." Blaine sniffled. "I'll see you later, okay?"

The man turned around and left, not even waiting for her to reply.


When Blaine got the the car, Kurt was standing outside.

"Is there anywhere else that we need to go?" The vampire asked.

Blaine shook his head. "Not really, I was going to drive you home."

"Are you crazy? No." Kurt frowned. "I'm being followed. I bet he's waiting for me there, it's too dangerous for you. I'll get a taxi, it's okay."

Blaine couldn't help but feel a little upset that they would have to part ways. He made sure to push that silly thought away. He walked up to the car and opened the passenger door. "Actually, there's something I need to do before you go." He opened the glove compartment and grabbed a small device that was there. He gave it to Kurt.

"What's this?" Kurt studied the small object.

"I forgot to give it to you, it's a tracking device." Blaine replied, "Always make sure to keep it with you. Especially now that you're being followed, if something happens to you, we'll know where you are."

Kurt looked up at Blaine and offered him a smile. "Thanks. I know this is from keeping me from running away, though."

Blaine shrugged. "I know you won't run away. If I did think you would, I'd cut your arm open and make you put it under your skin."

Kurt raised his eyebrow. "Oh, okay." He laughed.

Blaine let out a chuckle and stepped closer to Kurt. The vampire was still smiling, and Blaine let himself appreciate that moment for a second. He turned serious, then. He needed to say something, or else he'd explode. "Look, I..." The vampire waited for him to continue, "It's really hard for me. This whole thing."

"You're talking about being a hunter?" Kurt asked softly.

"I'm talking about us." Blaine looked at the other man, "I've never let a vampire get this close to me, I have my reasons. But for some strange reason, I want you close. I want to trust you, Kurt, but I don't think I can say that I do just yet. I'm being very honest here." He said every word very carefully.

Kurt nodded in response.

"I just need you to know that I'm trying to figure myself out too, not just you." Blaine swallowed, his eyes were earnest as he made sure to make eye contact with Kurt. "Spending time with you today was... really nice. My mind is still constantly reminding me of what you are, but I'm starting not to care."

Kurt couldn't hide the smile forming on his lips. Maybe it was working, Blaine was starting to trust him.

"Anyway... See you later, Kurt." Blaine gently squeezed Kurt's shoulder before he walked around the vehicle to drive home.


Kurt waited for Blaine to drive around the corner before he turned around and quietly entered Santana's building again. There was something that he had to make sure of. It seemed so clear to him, but he still wanted to guarantee it. He climbed up the stairs back to her apartment. His steps were as quiet as he could possibly be. He knew his smell would give him away, though. The vampire got to the floor where Santana's apartment was. He stepped into the hallway, he didn't want to get too close, it could be dangerous. He didn't even have to, the smell was very clear and left no doubt.

There was a vampire there.


When Kurt got home, it was already dark outside. He heard Rachel on the phone, but as soon as he entered the house, she hung up. He didn't care, he had so much on his mind, he barely said hi to her before he went to his room. Why do I feel so tired? Kurt took off his shoes and lied down on the bed. He had decided to walk home, so he guessed that was the reason. It was weird, though, vampires didn't get physically tired. He closed his eyes.

His first thought was Blaine. Something inside him felt warmer when he thought of the hunter. He kept thinking about the time they spent together the whole time he walked home, but it seemed like he couldn't get enough. It was crazy, but the thought of Blaine starting to trust him made him truly happy. Blaine's opinion of him mattered. There was no reason to pretend that he wasn't attracted to Blaine, because deep down he knew he was, but it seemed more intense. Maybe it was just some vampire thing. Blaine had mentioned that vampires needed sex more than humans. Was that it? Did his body feel the need to have sex with Blaine? He got flustered thinking about it and pushed the thought away. No, it wasn't just that. He felt the need to protect Blaine too. To make him feel happy.

The one person that Blaine considered the most was hiding something from him. Kurt hadn't really thought about it until that moment, but he didn't like that at all. In fact, knowing that someone was making a fool out of Blaine made him angry. Cooper was not to be trusted. He was keeping something from Blaine and that wasn't right. Kurt knew he couldn't just tell Blaine what he heard, Blaine would never believe him. Apparently, Cooper was the family he had left. Blaine would think Kurt is trying to turn him against his brother. Silly, Blaine... If only he would let me take care of him. I'd never let his brother treat him like that. Kurt frowned at his own thought. He sat up, thinking of how weird that had been. Sometimes those thoughts would come and go. Like when he said those things to Blaine in the bathroom at NYADA.

"Because you're mine! Your blood belongs to me. You're mine, and only I have the right to take away your life."

Kurt shook his head. Now he could feel it aching. Did vampires even have headaches? Maybe he was thinking too much, but he was right in doing so. He knew there was a lot more going on than he thought. It was like there were several pieces of a puzzle that he couldn't quite fit together yet, because several others were still missing. There were signs he was ignoring. Something going on right under his nose, but he couldn't yet figure out.

He grabbed his phone. He needed to call Bill and get this over with. He stared at his cellphone, but his fingers refused to move. Why did he feel like this was the point of no return? Flashes of different moments went through his mind.

The first time he saw Blaine. When he tasted his blood...

The first person he killed. He didn't even know her name. Did she deserve to die? Did he even care?

Rachel. Rachel was in danger because of him. Did he care about that?

Blaine looking right at him at the coffee shop. Blaine talking to him, making me feel scared.

Bill. He was going to die. Bill calling him a nobody.

CALL BILL.

Rachel was getting a lot of phone calls lately.

"Your eyes turned red." Blaine said, looking so scared.

Looking into Blaine's eyes as Cooper was about to kill him.

Looking into Blaine's eyes when Blaine was hurt. He muttered his name.

"Why did your eyes turn red?"

Killing that rapist. That felt good.

JUST CALL BILL, KURT.

That smell. It seemed like it came from Santana's apartment. Was she hiding something from Blaine too?

That picture inside Blaine's room.

"Don't give up on yourself just yet. Please."

The smell of Blaine's blood. It's so sweet.

His hand wrapped around Blaine's neck. Blaine looked so scared. Did he actually think Kurt was going to hurt him?

"You're a monster."

"STOP IT!" Kurt screamed, shutting his eyes. He felt tears falling down his cheek and he wiped them away. "Stop it..." he whispered. Something was happening. He could feel it.

"Kurt? Are you okay?" Rachel's voice came from the other side of the door.

Kurt stood up and walked across the room, to lock the door. "I'm fine."

"A-are you sure?" Rachel asked, but he didn't bother answering her. He went back to the bed and hugged his pillow. Kurt heard her walking away eventually.

Kurt didn't move for a while, didn't think about anything. Kept his mind blank and his eyes closed. He could still feel that headache. Eventually, he reached his phone. There was someone he needed to call. Someone who, perhaps, would make it all okay. Kurt needed to hear his voice before anything else.

"Pick up, please." Kurt whispered, his eyes still closed as he waited.

"Kurt?" His father's voice made him smile.

"Dad." Kurt breathed out.

"Hey, buddy, you haven't called in a while." Burt said cheerfully. "I missed ya."

"Missed you too, dad." Kurt smiled a little. "I'm sorry I haven't called. I was caught up with something."

"That's okay... I know you're a busy man now." His father chuckled. "Carole says hi, by the way."

Kurt felt his heart so much lighter. He didn't feel scared anymore. "It's so good to hear your voice."

Burt was quiet for a moment. "Is everything okay?"

No. "Of course, dad. I just miss home." Kurt replied, he was a good liar. "Can you believe it? I miss Lima."

"Never in a million years did I think you'd ever say that." Burt laughed.

"Me neither." Kurt let out a choked laugh. "I just miss... how simple things were."

"Told ya. Being a grown up actually sucks." Burt joked. "But if you miss Lima so much, when are you finally coming to visit?"

Kurt closed his eyes. "I don't know, Dad. Things are getting really complicated here. I don't think I'll be able to go any time soon."

"I think Finn is coming to visit soon." Burt told him. "I dunno. He hasn't called us much either."

"Well, he's in the army. I guess he's just as busy as I am. Maybe even more." Kurt sighed.

Burt went on talking about Carole - Kurt's stepmother, the tire shop, and about his work in congress. Kurt just sat back and listened to him. It was nice, he felt a little bit more normal. He wished he could stay there all day. He wished he could go back to Lima and let his father hold him and protect him from everything. He smiled tiredly as he remembered the time he believed his father was a super-hero. He doesn't believe in super-heroes anymore, but he still believed his dad was a hero.

"Dad..." Kurt interrupted him softly. "I love you, you know?"

Burt didn't say anything at first. "I know, son. I love you, too." He paused. "Are you sure everything's okay?"

"Like I said, I just miss you." Kurt spoke quietly. "Don't worry about me."

"That's impossible, I'm your father." Burt replied. "Are you feeling lonely? How's Rachel?"

"Rachel's fine." Kurt let out a sigh. "She's... better. I think she got over that whole situation with Finn."

"Good. Good. Has she met someone, or...?"

"I don't know." Kurt bit his lip. "But she seems open to it, which is good."

"What about you?"

"Dad..."

"What? I want to know!" Burt insisted.

Kurt sighed loudly. "I actually met someone..."

"Oh, really?" His father sounded excited.

"Don't think too much of it. It's just a guy that I find interesting. I don't even know why... but he is nice." Kurt paused. It was weird talking about Blaine like that. Like they were normal people. "It's not going to work out, though..."

"What?" Burt asked. "Why not?"

"Because..." Kurt bit his bottom lip. Well, for starters, because he's a vampire hunter who, just last week, wanted me dead. By the way, yeah, I'm a vampire. "We're too different."

"So what? Your mom and I were different!"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Oh, because you were a mechanic and she came from a rich family? You told me it was love at first sight!"

"No, it wasn't just that, your mom was..." Burt let out a soft sigh. Kurt could still feel the love his dad felt for his mother even after all this time. "She was perfect. Different from everyone else. Smarter, funnier, more beautiful. Sometimes I kept staring at her because she didn't even seem real. She was too much for me, I knew that. I was lucky she fell for me too."

Kurt smiled at the memory of his mother. She really was all of that, and she did love his father very much. He could still remember the way they looked at each other. "I think you and mom were meant to be." He said softly. "But anyway, in my case, it's different. I'm reading too much into it anyway. I feel silly even talking to you about him, because... we're not even friends."

"But who knows? You might be one day." His father was always so optimistic.

"Maybe." Kurt decided to agree. "AH!"

His headache got stronger. It hurt so bad.

"Kurt? Buddy? What's wrong?" Burt asked, worriedly.

"N-nothing. I just... stubbed my toe." God, it hurt. Kurt had to bite his hand to keep himself from screaming.

"... Okay."

"Dad, I have to go." Kurt said quickly and hung up before he threw his phone away and let out a scream.

Everything burned. Something was happening. He was fighting it, but he wasn't strong enough. Not anymore. He was close to passing out. Kurt felt his fangs coming out. This wasn't good. It's happened before, his body felt like it was on fire. He needed to do something. He looked at his hands. He was shaking and he could see and feel the blood flowing in his veins. It burned.

Give in. Just let go.

Kurt screamed again. What was that voice inside him? He had to get away. Whatever it was that was happening wasn't good. He would hurt someone, maybe hurt Rachel. He tried to get out of bed, but he wasn't strong enough. He could barely control his own muscles. The vampire managed to stand up, but he took two steps, before he felt his legs give in. He could see himself in the mirror. When he looked at himself he saw it: the red eyes. They burned too, so he had to close them.

Let go, Kurt. You'll feel stronger.

"NO!" The vampire yelled as he fell to the floor. That wasn't his voice, was it? His body was changing again. He was getting even stronger. A better creature. He twisted and turned on the floor as the vampire blood inside of him changed him completely.

"Kurt?" Rachel's voice came from the other side of the door. "What's going on in there? are you okay?" She asked, worriedly.

Go away, Rachel. Just get the hell away from me.

Kurt felt all the air coming out of him. He was going to pass out, he knew it. Those flashes returned, but this time, all he could see was Blaine. He needed Blaine. He needed to feel Blaine's body against his. It was like he could feel the taste of Blaine's blood inside his mouth. Blaine was so beautiful. He let out one last scream before he passed out.

Kurt had a dream. He could see it clear as day. Blaine naked for him, in his bed. He smiled as Kurt stepped closer to the bed and exposed his neck for him.

"My blood belongs to you." He said proudly.

Kurt touched Blaine's naked skin, and the man shivered under him. He wanted this so bad, it made Kurt smile. Kurt sat close to the man. He leaned down and his fangs came out. Blaine looker even happier and nodded to let the vampire know that it was okay. Kurt grabbed Blaine's dark hair and pulled it back, exposing even more of Blaine's neck. The other man just closed his eyes, still smiling. Kurt patiently moved closer, his lips caressing Blaine's skin before his fangs pierced his skin. The blood spilled out. God, it tasted so good. Kurt would never get enough of it.

You could have all this, Kurt. Just give in.

And Kurt did.


Kurt woke up with a gasp. He was still on the floor, and Rachel was now banging on the door. Only a minute had passed.

The first thing the vampire saw was his hand. It wasn't shaking anymore, nor was it burning. He smiled a little, slowly closing his hand into a first. He was stronger. His head wasn't hurting anymore either. He stood up. Everything felt different. It already did before, but now... he felt incredible. Invincible, even.

"Kurt, I'm serious. If you don't respond, I'm calling an ambulance! Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Rachel." Kurt replied, calmly. "No need for an ambulance." He took a step closer to the bed, his fingers touched the sheets. How he wished that dream was real. It didn't matter, he would make it come true. Blaine was his. It was going to come true sooner or later.

"What's going on in there?"

Kurt let out a groan as he turned to the door, enraged. "Nosy bitch." He muttered, just before opening the door. He glared at the worried woman standing on the other side. "I told you I'm fine. See? Do I look like I need a fucking ambulance?"

Rachel only stared at him, utterly confused. She didn't understand why he was so angry.

"Answer me!" He yelled, furious.

"N-no." Rachel stuttered and stepped back.

Kurt's response was to slam the door and lock it again. He rolled his eyes and walked up to the mirror. He stood in front of it. Was he still himself? He wondered, as he took a step closer and touched his reflection. He felt different, but he still felt like he was Kurt. His eyes weren't red anymore. It didn't show on the outside, but his mind was working differently, he knew it. It was only a matter of time before the creature that he had inside of him took over, he knew it. The part that was human was gone, or mostly gone, but he was still Kurt. A more improved version of Kurt. At least, that's what he believed.

He smiled at his reflection.


Blaine heard Cooper arriving home that night. He was still trying to get Cooper's forgiveness, so he climbed down the stairs to greet his brother.

"Hi, Coop, I-..."

Cooper walked past him, going straight to the kitchen. Blaine didn't let himself feel defeated and followed his brother. "I know you must be hungry, but don't worry. I ordered pizza." He announced happily. "Made sure to order your favorite."

His brother turned around, letting out a sigh. "Why did you do that? You know we're short of money."

"I know, I know." Blaine raised both hands. "Don't worry. I have my savings."

Cooper took off his jacket and shook his head. "If you say so..." He turned around to leave again.

"Cooper, no, wait..." Blaine stepped in front of his brother. "You need to stop ignoring me. I'm sorry, okay? You know I am. I-... Yesterday, you barely talked to me. I could have died!"

Cooper was avoiding Blaine's eyes. "You shouldn't have gone out hunting with us. Your shoulder is still hurting."

"That's what I wanted to hear yesterday." Blaine confessed. "I wanted my brother to worry about me for a second!"

"Thought you wanted me to treat you like an adult." Cooper narrowed his eyes. "If you chose to go, even with that shoulder... well, you're an adult. You knew what you were doing."

Blaine rolled his eyes. "It wasn't about that and you know it! You are mad at me because of Kurt."

Cooper groaned and pushed Blaine away. "Alright, you want my forgiveness. You have it. I forgive you for completely backstabbing me."

"I didn't-..." Blaine started, but stopped. He wasn't going to argue. He watched his brother climb up the stairs, pretending not to care.

"Call me when the pizza gets here."

Blaine closed his eyes and let out a sigh. He didn't care about the pizza anymore. The hunter climbed up the stairs and went straight to his room, didn't even bother turning on the lights. He sat on his desk and turned on the table lamp. It shined on the last book he had been reading. Some book about the experiments that were performed on vampires in World War II. He closed the book and sat on the chair. He wasn't in the right mindset to read. He just needed a break.

Last night had been awful. His brother was ignoring him the whole time during the hunt, barely explained the plan to him. The worst part was that Cooper and the other hunters treated him like a child, bossing him around and acting like he was too soft for the job. Blaine knew Cooper called him soft because he would always see him like a child, but those other hunters... they were calling him that because he was gay. Like that made him less capable of anything. Blaine closed his eyes, remembering the vampires he killed.

Yes, he was a disgusting man, but I think that was just an excuse.

Blaine remembered Kurt's words. He never felt more empathy for the vampire. Blaine had gone completely insane the night before. He wasn't sure if he felt like he had something to prove to Cooper, to the other hunters, or to himself. It didn't matter. He sliced up those vampires like they were nothing. The more he killed, the more he wanted to kill. All the rage he had bottled up was unleashed in that moment. The obscure part was that he enjoyed it. He actually enjoyed hurting those creatures. All that actually made him scared, because deep down he was scared of becoming his brother. He loved the man, but... Blaine knew he was completely insane. Hate was all he had. Blaine didn't want to live like that. He didn't even want to be apart of this in the first place. After the hunt, he didn't even talk to anyone, didn't even look at his phone. He went straight to the shower to wash all that blood off of him.

His phone buzzed on his table. Blaine glanced at the screen and saw that Santana had sent him picture attachments. He unlocked his phone to take a look at it. Maybe it would help taking his mind off things.

Sending you the pics I took. -S

I know you think it's nothing, but... let me know if you notice anything interesting. -S

She sent him 16 pictures and two videos. Blaine made sure to look at every little detail in each picture. The place did seem sketchy. There were pictures of every possible entrance, some guards outside. Santana apparently tried to get a little closer to take a picture of a window, but there was nothing to see. He played the first video, a man was leaving the building. Blaine didn't recognize him at all. The man said goodbye to the guard and walked away. He stood a little far from the entrance, like he was waiting for someone. The second video started, a man arrived in a black car and showed some kind of identification to the guard. The guard allowed him to enter the garage. The second video ended when the car disappeared. The angle made it impossible for Blaine to see the license plate. He sighed. Nothing in those pictures and videos was interesting.

He was about to reply to Santana, but decided to take a better look at everything. When he played the second video again, he noticed it. He had paid too much attention to the car. He forgot to check on the man who was waiting for someone, he didn't seem interesting anymore. The camera wasn't even focusing on him anymore. He was a little far from the car. Blaine paid attention this time: A woman approached him, they hugged as soon as they saw each other, but when they pulled away, Blaine gasped. That wasn't possible, was it? He pressed replayed and looked closer. He knew that woman.

That was Rachel.


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