"What no you don’t," I stammered. We had been drinking all night, talking about our absolute hate for Sebastian. Sometime after we finished the second bottle of wine and ordered a bottle scotch from the bar. She checked out about the third shot so ive been turning the bottle myself.

"Kurt its 3 in the morning, and my mother is probably worried sick."

" Fine, tell the boys out side to bring me something to drink preferably vodka," I said looking at my bottle with about 1/3 left.

"Kurt I mean it, sleep this off." Santana ordered as she put her boots back on.

"Oh please I haven't slept since the civil war." I laughed hiccupping, "and I haven't been this drunk since the Vietnam conflict."

Santana shook her head, "I have no idea when any of that was." She did a once over on her appearance, "alright, I will see you," she glanced at her watch, "in 4 hours. Do you mind if I were sunglasses?" She laughed.

"I wouldn't have it any other way." I said. She stepped out of the room the same time Sebastian came back.

"What the hell is going on?" He asked as she scurried down the hall.

He raised an eyebrow taking the tie off entirely. "I asked Santana to bring me some scotch and insisted she stayed so I didn't have to drink alone." I said taking the bottle by the neck and chucking back the burning dark liquor.

"I'm sorry, that was rude of me to leave you with the help." Sebastian shook his head.

"You're just a rude person no apology necessary." I said trying to stand up. He walked over and help me then bore into my eyes.

"I know I hurt you but you need to stop fighting me and just face the fact that you are with me now and forever." He said in a soft yet assertive voice.

I pulled my hand from his, "I'm not fighting you. I just rather drink vervain then love you again." I pulled the bottle to my lips but Sebastian took it from me.

"No more for tonight, you're a wreck." He said as a werewolf came and took it from his hands. I rolled my eyes and walked to the bed flopping in head first. When Sebastian didn't say anything I looked up to see that he left a trail of clothes to the bathroom where he turned on a shower.

I began to fantasize Sebastian dying at my hand, the dull gray he would be and that look of shock he'll give. Soon. I will kill him and Santana will help. Freeing hundreds of Werewolves from his bond contract.

Sebastian emerged from the shower with the robe similar to what I have on. He walked over to the bed in a cat like manor and climbed on lying beside me.

"Kurt go to sleep," he said groggily. I shook my head no.

"Last time I slept was in 1863. Sleep free since 1863. That just sounds good." I said.

"How is that possible?"

I shrugged, "We're not human. Southern vampires don't breath."

"Southern vampire are fucking crazy," Sebastian stated. He stroked my face softly and in the nicest voice I've ever heard leave his mouth, "Kurtis, go to sleep. Its time for you to rest."

"I'm fine," I replied, "I just can't anymore, don't ask me too." Some how I wasn't talking about sleep but love. I can't be with him, there are some voids in this world that I can't fill.

"One day Kurt, you wont be so tense around me." Sebastian said closing his eyes and falling asleep.

He was snoring right away, echoing around the room I remembered what it use to be like.

I was so happy then, Sebastian was my first everything in the vampire world. I couldn't put my finger on what changed about him.

Compassion maybe, after you watch a guy rip your friends hearts out you might not get turned on by his sleek body and bold smile.

I stared at him for a moment deciding just what I was going to do. Because there is no way I'm going down without a fight