Kurt Hummel was born on May 27th 1871. He was bitten on May 26th 1888 and the first time he killed an innocent person was on May 28th 1888.

From then onwards, Kurt went out every night to the closest club to his house and found person after person to feed on.

126 years later, and the routine was still the same. Pretend to be interested in someone, dance with them, and when youve got them wrapped around your little finger, take them somewhere private and finally - sink your teeth into their neck.

However, on the 19th of May 2014 - the routine changed.

Kurt got dressed in the nicest pair of clothes he could find and made his way to the club as soon as the night sky was dark enough for him to leave the house, scanning the dance for full of crowded, sweaty people for somebody to feed on, when he saw the most beautiful boy hed ever seen.

He had jet black hair that was gelled down onto his head and bright, honey coloured eyes that Kurt could see glimmering in the disco lights, even from his position on the other side of the room. His outfit was kind of dorky - jeans, a shirt and a bowtie that all seemed to match perfectly in colour - yet he managed to pull it off. Kurt could smell the teens blood from the other side of the room and it shouldnt have enchanted him the way it did, but Kurt could feel himself walking towards him before his brain even registered it.

"Hi," Kurt said, sounding breathless from being at such a close proximity to the overwhelming scent of the boys blood.

The boy stopped the conversation he was having with somebody who appeared to be his friend and looked up at Kurt, a blush appearing on his cheeks that Kurt could see even in the eerie glow of the dark nightclub. "Um...hi."

"Im Kurt." Kurt said, holding his hand out for the teen to shake, smirking slightly.

"B-Blaine..." He replied, shaking Kurts hand with his own clammy one, inhaling slightly when he came into contact with ice-cold skin. "You have really cold hands."

"Uh, yeah," Kurt said, chuckling slightly. "I just got here and its pretty cold outside so..."

"Oh..." Blaine replied, removing his hand from Kurts.

"I was wondering if maybe you wanted to dance?" He asked sweetly, the same way he always did.

Blaine swallowed and looked over to his friend, who was nodding eagerly, causing the teens hazel eyes to widen a little. "I...um...I dont really...dance."

"Please?" Kurt pouted. "Just one dance?" He asked, smiling at the teen.

"Um..."

Blaines friend sighed and pushed him over to the dance floor, signalling for Kurt to follow. Kurt smirked, following the pair and letting out a forced umph noise when he and Blaine were shoved together due to the amount of people on the dance floor. Kurt rested his hands on Blaines hips and slowly slid his arms around his waist when the teen tentatively wrapped his arms around Kurts neck.

Kurt took a deep breath, leaning his cheek against Blaines. The scent of his blood was overwhelming from the other side of the club, and that overpowering feeling only intensified when he was pushed right up against him. He gave the teen a while to adjust and once he was certain hed relaxed a little, Kurt began to press tiny little kisses to his neck, trying to refrain from ripping him open in the middle of the dance floor.

"What...what are you doing?" Blaine asked nervously, although his head was beginning to tilt to the side a little.

"Shh," Kurt mumbled, becoming more dominant with his kisses.

"Stop," Blaine whined, struggling to get out of Kurts grasp, but he was too strong. "Stop, please." He cried, pushing Kurt back.

Kurt stared at Blaine, breath heavy and hunger in his eyes. "Whats wrong?" He asked, trying to remain neutral.

"Look," Blaine said, eyes filling to the brim with tears. "Dont get me wrong - youre good looking and you seem really nice and all, but I only came here to hang out with my friend and have fun. I didnt come here for...this." He said, gesturing vaguely with his hands. The teen turned and began to walk towards the door, only Kurt ran after him.

"Blaine, wait!" He called, trying to keep up with the teen without running his fastest.

"Please leave me alone." Blaine replied, leaving the club.

"Blaine, Im sorry," Kurt said, following Blaine outside. What the hell? Since when did he care about peoples feelings? "Blaine, please -"

"Leave me alone!" Blaine shouted, storming across the road without seeing the car that was coming his way.

"Blaine!"