While he was cutting eggplant and he'd ask questions like, "Who was your favorite Kennedy?"

"I didn’t live in America during their reign on politics but in Russia meet the president Kennedy, he was a handsome as they described." I said, "Taste this?" I turned around with a spoon of pasta sauce. He turned his head and took the bite.

"Perfect, one more egplant then I'll be ready to fry it." he turned back around. I walked to the entertainment center to play a classical CD.

"I lived above Beethoven when he was a child. He wasn’t always that good," I called over my shoulder pressing play.

"Shoot." Blaine hissed, the smell of blood filled the room. "You probably shouldn’t come over here," he said turning the water on over the sink.

"How bad is it?" I asked concerned walking over to him. I saw the blood running down the sink drain and felt my fangs running out.

"I told you not to come in here." he protested turning the water off and wrapping a towel around his thumb.

"Blaine, it doesn’t bother me, this is just a reflex, I'm not going to bite you." I said but I stayed back until he believed me.

"Do you want too?" he asked, slowly taking off the towel, "I mean you can, if you get hungry." he held his hand out the blood dribbling out slowly.

"No Blaine, I will never drink you blood." I said staring at his thumb drip blood.

"But I'm letting you, I want you to taste my blood." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. He really has no idea. I cant be mad at him for this, he just doesn't know.

I approached him and took the bloody napkin out his hand rapping his thumb back up. "I will not drink you blood, no matter what," I kissed his forehead. "Now go clean it, I didn't want it to get infected." he walked around me then stopped in the dining room.

"Why not?" he asked, "There isn't anything wrong with me."

"No Blaine, but if I were to drink you blood that would make you my pet. I have a lot more respect for you then that." I said. "I'll finish cooking."

Throughout dinner Blaine was less bubbly, I couldn’t say he wasn’t talking, it was an impossible request, but he was talking around something. He wanted to say something but he held his tongue. I was almost 100 percent sure it was going to be about me drinking his blood so I didn’t bother to ask him what was on his mind or to just spit it out.

We were laying in bed when he finally found the courage to just tell me what was on his mind, which was as I thought about blood.

"Want to know something funny?" he asked.

"Funny to me or funny to you?" I teased.

He gave me the just listen look and I waited, "So you remember Quinn, she was the pretty blonde in the coffee shop I talked too. Well back when we were dating she had this kink that I think is the reason I like that you’re a vampire so much.

"Blaine, you never said you liked that I was a vampire." I told him. His face scrunched up in confusion.

"Oh well I do," he chuckled, "but I notice sometimes when we make out and get hot and heavy and stuff your fangs come out."

"Blaine, " I closed my eyes and said in a warning tone.

"Kurt, I want you to bite me." He said.

"Do you know how ridiculous you sound?" I sat up looking at him. "Biting isn't some kink you do with your girlfriend or a game to play while we make out, Blaine." I nearly yelled.

"Fine, forget I brought it up." He huffed turning his back to me.

"Blaine, I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to raise my voice." I apologized.

"Just forget about it. Good night." he said mostly in the pillow.

I was quiet for a while but he wasn’t sleeping and I couldn’t stand having him upset with me."Blaine, you still awake?"

"Yes," he said. He turned around and looked at me.

"Blood is more then just food for me, I can connect with a person, on a deeper level if I have their blood." I said, he looked at me strange so I explained.

"If I were to take your blood, i would know things like your emotions, and I'd be able to find you, or track you. And if you took my blood, I'd know how you were feeling and be able to change it. Not to mention you would feel what I was feeling too."

"That is strange," he stated.

"I know, and while I consider you my boyfriend, I don’t think we are ready to be that close." I said in a soft apologetic tone.

"I understand. You brood too much for me to want to feel all-day." he smiled at me. I shook my head and kissed him passionately.

He cuddled next to me and closed his eyes. "Good night boyfriend."

I chuckled, "Goodnight dear."