Kurt made sure to keep his promise, and bought a phone as soon as he could. He texted Blaine, who responded almost immediately by calling him.

"Hi," Kurt said, smiling like an idiot.

"Hi," Blaine replied shyly. "I have a question..."

"Okay..."

"How do you feel about stargazing?"

"Stargazing?" Kurt asked confusedly.

"I was thinking we could maybe have like a...moonlight picnic?" Kurt grinned dopily at the idea, but kept silent as he could almost feel Blaines rant approaching. "Or is that really stupid? Because you can say no if you dont want to do it, I just thought -"

"Blaine," Kurt laughed. "It sounds like a great idea. When were you thinking?"

"Um...tomorrow night, maybe?"

"Perfect," Kurt replied, still smiling widely. "I can meet you at the park by my house at around eight?"

"Okay," Blaine replied. "Um...Ill see you tomorrow."

Kurt laughed a little. "Goodnight."

Kurt hung up the phone and leaned back against his sofa, closing his eyes and smiling widely. He knew it was potentially the worst idea hed ever made, but Kurt desperately wanted to try being with Blaine.

However, there was a tiny voice in the back of his head that constantly told him that everything was going to turn into a disaster if he continued to go out with Blaine. He ignored the voice, though, and allowed himself to feel little bit of happiness.

The next day, Kurt made sure he was at the park at exactly eight, and a huge grin spread across his face when he saw Blaine walk towards him with a blanket and picnic basket.

"Hi," He smiled, taking the picnic basket from Blaine before he dropped it.

"How are you not finding that heavy?" Blaine panted, causing Kurts eyes to widen a little.

"Um...I mean, its a little heavy but its not like ripping my arm off or anything." Kurt lied, hoping Blaine would buy it.

"Youre strong..." He commented.

"Shall we find somewhere to sit?" Kurt asked, Blaine nodding in reply.

They wandered through the park until they found the perfect place to lay their blanket, just by the lake that was in the middle of it. They sat down next to each other and eat a little before Kurt and Blaine laid down on the picnic blanket and stared up at the stars in the night sky. Kurt was pretty sure he could see one star amongst millions of others, twinkling extra bright. Tears welled up unexpectedly in his eyes and he inhaled sharply, trying to blink them away before they fell down his cheeks, but it was useless.

"Are you okay?" Blaine asked, leaning up on his elbow and noticing that Kurt was crying. "Hey..." He said softly as he sat up, but Kurt turned onto his side before his face scrunched up and more tears fell. "Whats wrong?"

"Its stupid." Kurt cried.

"Its not stupid if youre upset," Blaine said. "Please talk to me?"

Kurt sat up and shakily wiped away his tears although they were still falling. "When I was little, my mom would tell me that when people died, they became stars so that they could always look down on the people they loved. She died when I was eight, and every night before I went to bed I would lay out in the garden and stare up at the stars and I guess I thought she was actually up there, watching down on me every day. I used to cry if it was too cloudy to see the stars," He said with a humourless laugh, wiping his eyes once again. "I havent looked - really looked - at them in ages."

"Why did you stop looking at them?"

Kurt shrugged. "I just...I guess I didnt deserve to. I dont exactly have the...best history and I just kind of felt like I didnt deserve to have that connection with her anymore."

"I dont know what your history is," Blaine began. "And honestly, its none of my business. But no matter what you may have done, you always deserve to have that memory of her."

Kurt hid his face in his hands and began to cry harder as Blaine enveloped him in his embrace. "I still miss her so much," He cried. "And it was so long ago."

"Ive never experienced losing somebody that I was really close to, but shes your mom. Even if itd been a hundred years ago youd probably still miss her."

Kurt buried his face in the crook of Blaines neck as he cried the last of his tears. The more that he calmed down, however, the more prominent the scent of Blaines blood became. He felt the change when his eyes became bloodshot and his fangs came out, no matter how much he didnt want to hurt the teen.

"You okay?" Blaine asked, rubbing Kurts back gently.

Kurt squeezed his eyes shut and made a little humming noise, willing himself not to speak in case Blaine noticed something was different. He turned his head away and rested his head on Blaines shoulder, breathing a sigh of relief when he felt his face turn back to normal and his hunger disappear a little.

"Im okay," He said finally, clearing his throat a little. He pulled back and smiled at Blaine. "Im sorry I just, like, broke down."

"Dont apologise," Blaine replied with a smile of his own. "I honestly think you kind of needed to get that out of your system."

"Yeah...I dont really let myself cry all too often."