Blaine had been in and out of meetings most of the morning leaving Kurt to wait in the office for him. Wes had returned not long after Blaine first left to hand over all of the details Kurt needed to attend upcoming events and led him through the booking process. Wes had encouraged Kurt to agree to an event tomorrow night to which both he and Blaine would be attending and said it would be a good opener to Kurt to see how these events worked. Wes also told Kurt that if he wanted to let a vampire feed from him then all he had to do was have them type in their identity code into a small device he was given and the payment would be taken.

Wes had left Kurt then with a map of the surrounding areas to try and jog Kurt's memory of his journey so far but he found himself going back to the list of events on the screen of Blaine's computer. There were around ten events everyday that could be applied for, some were purely blood parties where only those willing to be fed from could apply, others were to help train new pets so Kurt would be useless on those but that still left two or three events everyday that Kurt could apply for.

Blaine had been right though, the non-feeding roles didn't pay anywhere near as much as those who chose to be fed from and Kurt wondered if he would ever feel comfortable enough to attend one of those parties. He was willing to let Blaine feed from him, so if he could get use to Blaine feeding from him, maybe he could allow someone else to. Though Blaine hadn't yet agreed to that yet, saying they'd discuss it when he got back from his meetings.

He'd never understood why some humans willingly lived in a vampire city but looking at the money you could earn from attending these parties, it suddenly became very clear why they stayed. You could live comfortable by just attending one party a night but as a human that was probably very taxing. But as a pixie, he could do that, if how he was treated at the farm told him anything.

Looking through the events had reminded Kurt of some of the nights he'd spent in the manor, being bled dry by three or four different vampires only for it to happen all over again the following night. He remembered how one of the men liked to slap him around, how he enjoyed making Kurt cry out and beg for forgiveness before digging his fangs into his inner thigh while making Kurt thank him for drinking from him.

Another said that he knew how to make a pixie's blood taste sweeter, chaining Kurt to the bed then give him a blow job, and in Kurt's drug induced state he only encouraged it, crying out for more and when he came the vampire would sink his fangs into his thigh, complementing him on his sweet blood.

Kurt sat back, away from the computer, feeling ill and dirty from the memories and suddenly no longer keen to let anyone but Blaine feed from him... but what if Blaine tried that? Kurt shook his head, all the memories he had of Blaine – though they were still few – didn't show him to be like that; all his memories of Blaine were of a kind, gentle and warm gentleman. But at the moment it looked like Blaine was going to stay true to his word and not feed from him.

With a heavy sigh, Kurt turned the map towards him to take another look, he'd circled Lima and this city and then spent a long time going through the names of the towns and cities in between to see if they jogged his memory. A cross ran through three other towns, the names ringing a bell with him, with one in particular giving him fuzzy memories of sitting with a group of girls and boys his own age and singing to the townspeople around a bonfire.

Kurt couldn't wait to get his memory back, it was driving him mad only have fleeting moments to look back on with no real understanding of when they happened and also not being able to help Wes find where his family could be.

Covering his mouth with his hands to hide his yawn, he jumped as the door opened and in walked Blaine, looking pale and tired, sipping on a steaming mug of what smelt like blood, another cup placed on the desk in front of Kurt as he approached. He returned the smile Blaine graced him with when he lowered his hands, cupping the mug and taking a sip, moaning as the coffee slipped down his throat.

"Thank you."

"Sorry if it's a little boring in here on your own. With me leaving so much behind yesterday everyone is after me this morning." Blaine apologised, sitting against the desk looking down at the map.

"Sorry, that was because of me, right?" Kurt felt bad, Blaine looked awful, his cheeks hollow and eyes dark.

"It was worth it."

There was that smile again, bringing a blush to Kurt's cheeks which only brightened Blaine's smile, only to hide it behind the mug as he sipped on the blood.

"Is that your answer to my proposal?" Kurt asked, motioning to the mug when Blaine gave him a quizzical look.

"Oh... yeah. Look, Kurt... As much as I want to say yes, I won't take your blood while the drug still has so much control over you. Once the film over your eyes goes then we'll discuss this again, but I don't want your mind to clear and for you to suddenly hate me for taking advantage of you. Do you understand?" Blaine explained.

"Yeah, I understand..." Kurt chuckled to himself before continuing, "You really aren't like the stories I was told in school."

"Oh, really? And what should I be like?" Blaine encouraged, glad to see Kurt was remembering more.

Kurt watched Blaine finish off the mug of blood, fascinated by how the colour in Blaine's skin returned to that gorgeous warm olive tone, how his cheeks filled out and his eyes brightened. He looked as handsome as he did this morning and it had Kurt wondering how long Blaine would remain looking this good if he drank his blood.

"Umm... well... I was told vampires were cold hearted, not caring for anyone outside of their own race, to you everyone else is just another meal. We were told you hid in the shadows waiting for us to be alone and then you'd attack and drain us dry. We were told you preferred young blood and would kill anyone who got too old. We were to recognise you through your pale skin, red eyes and little twitches in your hands... as well as the fangs of course. We were told that you hold yourselves above anyone else and that you can only be killed by chopping off your head. I think I remember someone asking about stakes, holy water, sunlight and garlic but I remember our teacher saying that they were all rumours vampires spread to confuse everyone." Kurt bit his lip as he looked up at Blaine, "You don't seem to fit any of those, nor does anyone else here... apart from the cold hearted bit... when I was on the farm it did feel like the humans were a lower species, not worth the dirt on your boots... and in the restaurants there were humans sitting on the floor."

Blaine sucked on his fangs, a habit Kurt was starting to recognise, "A lot of vampires see humans as below them, especially the older vampires, even werewolves are below us in the minds of a few. The only species that the older vampires show any worry for are the pixies because of your wizardry. The description of the pale skin, red eyes and twitching limbs relates to the rouge vampires."

"Rogue?" Kurt asked tilting his head, sipping on the last of his coffee, sorry to see it gone.

"Vampires who haven't feed for some time. The thirst and hunger send them feral and they're now like the legends you've heard of, stalking their prey in the dark and staying out of the sunlight as it saps what little energy they have. Sunlight doesn't bother a fully fed vampire. You're right about the beheading; we heal too fast to be killed by any other means."

"How long do rogues last without blood?" Kurt had to ask.

"About a month." Blaine answered.

"And what about hiding in the shadows?"

The smirk on Blaine's face unnerved him slightly, shuffling in his seat, "I'll show you tonight, this room's a little too well lit to perform that trick."

"Can all vampires do this 'trick'?" Kurt asked.

Blaine shook his head, "But it's why most of the buildings are made of glass, stops unruly vampires from causing mischief."

"Did you use to cause mischief?"

Blaine smirked, "Wouldn't you like to know."

Blaine stepped over to look at the screen, scanning the events Kurt had been perusing through, noticing the booked event tomorrow night, "That's a good event to start with, there won't be many older vampires there and I'll be around to help you."

"What's it for?" Kurt was well aware of how close Blaine was, leaning over his chair, his breath whispering over his neck.

"It's a charity ball for the local hostel; nothing too big but Wes and I are patrons of the charity so we're expected to be there."

Blaine's hand went to Kurt's shoulder, his head tilting up to stare into those hazel eyes, "Why don't we go get some lunch?"

Kurt smiled with a nod, "Sure."

Heaving the four shopping bags Kurt had just managed to drop onto the breakfast bar, he sent a glare towards Blaine who easily placed the other ten bags on the kitchen counter wearing a smug smile. After work they'd decided to go shopping to fill Blaine's kitchen with food Kurt could enjoy, it was well known that vampires could eat food, it just never occurred to Blaine to indulge in any outside of a meal with clients or a piece of fruit now and again.

Blaine could tell the shopping trip had unnerved Kurt slightly, the sight of the pets pushing along the heavy trolleys then running around the aisles to collect any item their masters or guides read off a list unsettling. For Blaine it was normal, having been brought up by one of his father's pets and remembered pointing out items from the small list he was given from his mother for their pet to gather. He knew now it was demeaning and he fought to overturn such behaviour, but when it was so engraved in their society it was very hard to change or get people to realise what they were doing.

He helped Kurt put away the food, pointing out cupboards where the dry foods could be kept and moved his flasks of blood to one shelf of the fridge, only to then grin at Kurt who decided they needed to be in blood type order and in order of when Blaine had opened them, noticing Blaine seemed to have five different flasks half full. Once done, he left Kurt to prepare a meal for himself while he went to his room to deal with one of Freya's endless post-it note jobs. He loved Freya, and treasured her, but her obsession with the notes was a form of torture to Blaine, always finding a stray one at the end of the day or in one of his pockets or stuck between files and always alluding to something important he should've done either that day or the day before.

Closing the door to his room and locking it, Blaine sunk into his bed, smiling to himself as he wondered if Kurt thought he also slept in a coffin. Picking up his phone, he scrolled through the contacts until he came to the one that filled him with the most dread and fear. Placing the phone to his ear, he hoped it would just go to voicemail.

"Anderson." Came the deep, smooth voice of his father.

"Hello father. It's Blaine, you asked for me to call you." Blaine knew he'd have to announce himself, too many people called this man his father.

"Ah, Blaine, yes. Your mother just wanted me to confirm some details with you about the ball you're hosting for my arrival."

"Couldn't mom ring me then?" He knew it was a stupid question because-

"You know all details for these affairs would have to be finalised by me, so no, it was easier this way." Just as he thought.

"Okay, so what did she want to discuss?" Blaine rubbed his neck, trying to force away the headache that was building from how crazy his day had been.

"She wanted a couple of people taken off the invite list, I emailed your secretary the list, I just need you to implement them."

"Okay, I'll make sure Freya does that tomorrow." Blaine agreed, rubbing his eyes.

"Have you arranged accommodation for us?"

"Yes, your penthouse suite is unoccupied so I'll have the maids give it a clean before you arrive."

And so the questions went on; each one more controlling than the last. He knew why his father was doing this though; he was the youngest son, the baby, and as much as he trusted Blaine to take care of these little details and run a city, having so many children had made his father very controlling. By the time Blaine hung up he was exhausted, his throat dry in dire need of a drink. A knock to his door picked him up off the bed on heavy legs.

His fangs extended as soon as he looked upon Kurt, his offer to him weighing heavy on his shoulders and with his thirst he was tempted to change his mind, but he swallowed his desires away, knowing he had a fridge full of blood to satisfy him for now. Kurt looked away from Blaine's intense stare but Blaine still got to enjoy the blush on his cheeks.

"Umm... I made too much so I was wondering if you'd... like to join me?"

Blaine couldn't help but smile at how bashful Kurt was being, finding his mannerisms adorable, "How could I turn down a home cooked meal?"

"You haven't tried it yet." Kurt mumbled, turning on the spot and leading the way down and over to the breakfast bar.

Blaine paused at the bottom of the stairs, in awe of the display Kurt had put on; he'd dressed the breakfast bar in a red cloth and used his black plate mats to work with his white plates and cutlery, he'd even managed to find a candle to place just to the side of the setting and lowered the lighting in the kitchen and lounge where the fire roared and gave the room a warm glow. But the food, that's what had Blaine drooling; it smelt so good.

"It's just a little pasta dish with chicken." Kurt spoke up, rubbing his arm nervously as he waited for Blaine to say something, "I just wanted to say thank you, for all you've done for me."

"Kurt, you didn't have to, but thank you." Blaine found his voice, walking over to Kurt and pressing a kiss to his forehead, noting how stiff Kurt was to begin with but happy that he relaxed against him.

They ate quietly, allowing Kurt to talk through the memories he'd rediscovered while cooking; just little memories of cooking with his mother, who he still didn't have a face for, and trying to rescue the meal his father had tried to cook one Christmas – again Kurt still didn't have a name and Blaine decided that he'd talk to Wes about getting those files to help jog his memory. They joked that if Kurt wanted to pay his way for staying here that Blaine would be more than happy for him to cook every night if the food was going to be this good. Yes, Kurt did blush again, but Blaine had decided that it was his mission now to make Kurt blush, enjoying the sight all too much.

"That was delicious, thank you." Blaine complimented him, helping Kurt to clear up.

Kurt took the plate from Blaine, "You just sit down, I can do this. Do you need anything?"

Blaine's fangs dug into his lower lip, reminding him of his thirst and he was all too quick to grab a flask from the fridge and pour himself a drink, glaring at the microwave when it took too long to warm the blood. He could feel Kurt watching him, knew what Kurt wanted to offer, but he wasn't going to take it. No, he wasn't, he wanted to, how much he wanted to taste that blood and listen to Kurt as he did, but he wouldn't.

Downing the blood as quickly as he could, he allowed Kurt to take the mug away and add it to the bubbling sink he was working over. He sat back to watch Kurt, glad to find his cravings subsided and allowing him to just admire the man before him. Kurt had stopped swaying around lunch time and his head aches had disappeared not long after that, but he still seemed to be stumbling over his words and falling back into a drug induced state at any point.

"Come here." Blaine held out his hand as Kurt finished washing up.

Kurt looked to Blaine with slight worry and intrigue, "Why?"

"I just want to check your eyes, see how you're doing." Blaine explained, extending his hand out again.

Taking Blaine's hand Kurt allowed himself to be pulled close to him, almost leaning against him if it weren't for Kurt's hand on the counter next to Blaine to hold himself steady. Kurt allowed him to cup his face in his hands, tilting his head so Blaine could look deep into his eyes and Kurt stared right back, enjoying the proximity it gave him in order to admire Blaine's fresh face. From his beautiful eyes, to his shaped eyebrows and the laughter lines around his eyes, down to his plump lips, Kurt unconsciously licking his own, to the slight stubble on his chin and the curls trying to escape from their gel imprisonment. Kurt could not deny that he found Blaine very attractive when he looked past the fangs.

Blaine couldn't deny that he was also using his excuse to check on Kurt's eyes to also admire the beauty before him, holding back a smile as he watched that pink tongue dart out to lick those luscious lips, the slight dip in his cheeks highlighting the dimples that were prominent when he smiled. To his slightly tipped ears and naturally streaked chestnut hair, to the smooth flawless porcelain skin which he knew was just as smooth and clear all over his body from what he'd seen before, to his long lashes that fluttered over his eyes.

That was where his view was disturbed, that slight film over his eyes ruining his chance to gaze into those deep blue eyes that held so much life on that first night he met him; how he couldn't wait for that film to lift. However, despite his displeasure, he was happy to see that the film had cleared slightly, allowing Kurt's irises to appear crystal blue... a beautiful sight if it weren't for the dark truth behind their appearance.

Kurt's hitched breath brought Blaine back to his senses, pulling back and releasing Kurt's face when he realised he had been within brushing distance of Kurt's lips. He could hear Kurt's heart pounding hard while his cheeks were blazen and his eyes were searching Blaine for answers. Rubbing his eyes in the balls of his hands, Blaine sighed heavily moving round Kurt and into the lounge to sit by the fire.

"Sorry. I don't know what came over me there... must be thirstier than I thought." Blaine tried to brush the matter aside with a nervous laugh while rubbing the back of his neck.

Kurt slowly walked over to sit on the other couch opposite Blaine, hands held firm in his lap, "It's okay... Do you want me to get you another drink?"

Blaine shook his head, he knew what he really wanted and another drink of warmed up three day old blood wouldn't help, "No, thank you... Your eyes are looking better, hopefully once they clear up your memory will clear up too and you'll have more control over your senses and willpower."

"I hope so, it's so confusing being like this and Wes was right; every time I remember something I'm getting these shooting headaches." Kurt moaned, rubbing his temple.

"Just hang in there." What else could Blaine say? The pixie drug was very volatile and could affect pixies in different ways. It was rare to have a pixie for a pet or in the blood banks so the drugs had had minimal testing.

A thought brought a smile to Blaine, "Do you still want to know the truth behind that hiding in the shadows story?"

Kurt smiled back, nodding and following Blaine as he stood. Taking Kurt's hand in his, he leads him to a dark corner just behind the stairs and turns Kurt to face him, "Stay here."

Waiting for Kurt's nod, Blaine stepped back to the far corner of the lounge where the light of the fire didn't reach and held his hands out to Kurt, "Just, whatever happens, don't freak out."

"I'll try." Kurt whispered, fidgeting on his feet from his nerves.

Kurt watched as Blaine stepped into the shadows, his form almost covered by the dark until, he couldn't see him anymore. The room was silent and as Kurt arched his head to see further into the shadows, he saw nothing. Blaine wasn't there anymore.

Kurt cried out and jumped away from the corner he'd been positioned at as hands slipped over his shoulders. Breathing heavily with wide eyes, Kurt turned to the corner to see Blaine smiling at him, holding his hands up. Looking around the room, Kurt turned back to Blaine with a frown, "How did you do that?"

Blaine shrugged, "Just a little trick us trained vampires can do."

Kurt sat down on the piano stool, finding his legs too wobbly to stand on, "Trained vampires?"

Blaine nodded, "Dalton trained vampires. That's the school I went to and most high society vampires, including Wes. There we're taught everything just like everyone else, but we also have extra curriculum lessons to which we have to train our vampire strength, agility and skills to the limit. It's an old tradition going back to the war between vampires and pixies, but it's something which is still upheld now."

That brought up more questions for Kurt, but with his head pounding and how tired he was from the day he decided to call it a night.

"Well," Kurt stood and stretched his arms above his head, "I'm going to head to bed, it's been a long, hard day."

"Okay." Was Blaine's reply.

Kurt paused at the bottom of the stairs, "Do I have to wear anything in particular for the charity ball tomorrow night?" He asked.

"You'll receive your outfit when you arrive." Blaine replied as he played with a couple of keys on the piano.

Stepping over to Blaine, Kurt cupped his cheek in his hand and pressing a tender kiss to his other before meeting his shocked gaze with a tender smile, "Thank you, for everything."

Blaine watched Kurt walk towards the stairs, in shock at the kiss he'd just received, his eyes widening further when Kurt turned back to him with a teasing smile, "Good night, Blaine."

"Night, Kurt." Was all he could manage.

He watched Kurt ascend the stairs, a slight sway in his step and not until Kurt was out of sight did Blaine sigh heavily and slump onto the stool, running a hand over his face and repeating to himself, "It has to be the drugs."

The hostel, though housing some of the city's poorest residents drawn into the city by its liberal thinking, was situated in one of the most affluent sectors. It stood out among the graded buildings with their columned porches, balcony windows with no fewer than ten bedrooms, all freshly painted in pastel colours. The hostel was brick built just like the others; originally built as a wooden structure, it had been one of Blaine and Wes' first priorities to have the hostel knocked down and rebuilt when they became patrons. However the hostel kept the bricks exposed, preferring not to paint it some obscure colour and hid the hard work of all those who helped to built it, the windows had the same panelling as the other houses but these had bars across them to protect them from the vandalism that had plagued them since they opened.

The cottage styled gardens though, stood proud against the artificial front yards of the houses around, cared for by the elderly vampires whom this hostel had become a home for. The interior was simple with all the residential suites on the floors above while the ground floor held the large dining room which had been transformed into a ballroom for the evening. Blaine was impressed to see that they had managed to loan Charlotte's chandeliers, freestanding and table top candlesticks.

The piano which Blaine had donated looked like new with its fresh wash of black paint, red cloth laid out over the top with a three tier candlestick. A spread had been put on by the far wall for the human guests and for anyone who wished to indulge while the hired pets and humans shifted through the guests, speaking to those who would accept their company. Although this hostel was very forward thinking, including not allowing live feedings among its residents, its donors still demanded live blood bags for these events; and when they were keeping this place open, it was hard to say no.

Blaine took note though that the humans were smartly dressed in grey slacks and yellow vests, their arms and necks open to feedings. It gave him hope that whatever Kurt had been given to wear would be tasteful and hide his skin from roaming eyes. All the vampires and invited humans were dressed in their dinner suits; black or grey suits, lifted with a bit of colour with their ties or bowties. Blaine had opted for a grey suit with a purple bowtie and pocket square and his hair gelled back out of his face while Wes had gone for a sleek black suit and skinny tie.

"You think Kurt's up to this?" Wes asked as he passed Blaine a glass of fresh blood, sipping at his own.

Blaine swirled the blood around the glass, watching as it hung to the inner curve of the glass, "He had a tough day, but he's just playing on the piano and from how he played at our party under the influence, I'm sure he'll be fine."

"Yeah, how'd he get on with those files?" Wes asked, referring to the files Wes put together on the group Kurt had been travelling with.

Blaine told Wes of the progress Kurt had made. With a day spent in front of his computer and on the phone with the press and other dignitaries, Blaine was grateful for the distraction of being able to sit back and watch as Kurt decorated his carpet with all the photographs they had of Kurt's group from the CCTV footage. Freya had also helped, having walked into the office to end up tiptoeing in between Kurt's intricate layout only to then come back and start sticking post-it notes to each of the pictures and hand Kurt a pen.

Amazingly those post-it notes seemed to help. Wes had deliberately held back the information to go with each picture, instead believing that just having the photographs would better help Kurt to unearth his memories, and by the end of the day Kurt had managed to fill out a handful of the names, including his father, Burt Hummel, his step brother, Finn Hudson, Rachel – no surname yet, Tina Chang – though Kurt thought he was missing something in that name and Puck – in brackets 'nickname'. Next to the photos he couldn't remember the names for he'd managed to scribble notes on either their personalities or a moment in time he'd shared with them. Blaine recognised Santana Lopez from the party, intrigued by the simple note on her photograph of 'Satan'.

Blaine kept to himself how much he also enjoyed watching Kurt crawl across the floor and reach over to grab at a photo or note pad, his back curling under the action, lifting his pert butt into the air, which today had been wrapped in sinfully tight black jeans – what was he thinking when he bought those? But what had Blaine's fang itching to come out and play was when the skull emblazoned sweater rid up his back exposing a slither of pale skin. Blaine's mugs of blood were extra large today.

"Well seems like he's doing well. If he's remembering his family, hopefully he'll start remembering conversations they've had and within that maybe we'll get a name of the city they were going to." Wes smiled, pleased his plan was working.

"Governor Anderson!"

Both men looked up and wore identical proud smiles as they greeted the short blond with just as wide a grin as them with warm hugs, her long blue, strapless gown floating around her small frame.

"Quinn! I have to say, you have outdone yourself tonight. Everything is perfect." Blaine gushed, admiring the blush it brought to her human cheeks.

"Thank you, Blaine. You're too kind and Wes, please thank Charlotte for helping me make this place look so beautiful. It's so hard to do these things when your budget is pretty much zero!"

"Don't mention it. How much have you raised so far?" Wes asked, always the businessman.

"So far we've made 10,000 sects which is more than I could've dreamed of making. We still have a silent auction running so I'm hoping we hit 12,000 by the end of the night." Quinn looked so proud as she spoke, her shoulders back and her head lifted high with her hair sitting neatly on her shoulders, framing the prominent 'F' on her neck. "With tonight's proceeds we'll be able to do up the sports and games room along with open up a couple of the suites on the third floor."

"That's great news, I'm so happy this all worked out for you." Blaine praised her, happy to see Quinn's hard work shining through.

"Couldn't have done it without you two."

As much as Blaine wanted to correct her it was true. When Quinn bought the hostel, she did it to house her vampire husband and half breed daughter but no human wanted to help another human who was trying to help vampires and no vampire wanted to help out a human. Blaine had heard the whispers around the halls about a human taking in homeless vampires from this and other cities and with Wes investigating, came to see what was going on.

The place was a crumbling mess back then but Blaine could see the potential and see how big Quinn's heart was and by his third visit Quinn had taken on three more vampires and was even starting to take in humans. With Blaine and Wes' support behind the project the press soon got wind of the hostel and it wasn't long before those who wanted to be seen as following in Blaine and Wes' modern touch were also committing large amounts of money to the hostel.

"I didn't know you'd taken on a pet, Blaine. That's a little old fashioned for you, isn't it?" Quinn teased.

"He's not my pet." Blaine corrected, placing his empty glass of blood on a tray that passed by.

"But he's wearing the Anderson crest." Quinn pushed.

"We've had a little problem with the farms, so for now Kurt is under Blaine's protection until we can resolve the case. We felt it was the easiest route to take in order to keep Kurt out of harm's way." Wes intervened.

"I see. Just so you know, when Kurt was brought through earlier a few patrons were asking after him. Is he not up to a feeding at all because the money would help?" Quinn suggested.

"Maybe next time." Blaine offered, his eyes flickering over the crowd, wondering who'd taken an interest in Kurt; was one of his clients from the farm here?

Blaine shook the thought away, most of the vampire's here wouldn't dream of visiting a farm.

"Well, he should be playing soon, hopefully his playing is as good as he assured me and the guests will be throwing money at me to get him to play for longer." Quinn shrugged, smiling to a guest who tapped her on the shoulder.

Sure enough the room was brought to a hush as feather like fingers flew over the keys of the piano, the orchestra sitting back to allow Kurt to be the focus of the moment. Blaine felt his feet taking him closer to the stage to get a better look; grey slacks just like the others, but with a white shirt rolled up at the sleeves and open to the base of his sternum with a loose pale blue tie hanging over his chest. His hair had been styled roughly; strands falling over his face as his hazy blue eyes stared down at the keys in the same strange trance Blaine saw him in at Adam's establishment.

The tune he played was hauntingly beautiful and slow to begin with, enchanting everyone in the room, drawing them in to listen. All eyes were on Kurt as his fingers danced over the keys, picking up the pace and Blaine was more than pleased to see those lusting eyes turn away when they land on the crest hanging from Kurt's collar. Those that didn't look away, Blaine made sure to display his fangs to, sending them his challenge and holding himself tall until the vampires shrunk back into the crowd.

The music became wilder and wilder and Kurt's body arched into the sound he was cascading all around; he was breathtaking. If Kurt was a full pixie he'd have everyone in this room hypnotised and ready to fall to their deaths for him by now and even if Kurt had some underlying skill, the drug was holding it at bay.

"He'll soon pay off his debt if he plays this well every time." Wes commented.

"Yeah, did you get chance to speak with the blood banks, see if they were interested in his blood?" Blaine asked, his eyes never leaving Kurt.

"They'd take a one off and advertise it, see if it got any interest and then they'd see from there. Want me to book him in?" Wes asked, smirking at the look on his friend's face.

"No, let me talk to him first."

The music coming from Kurt's windswept fingers was incredible, so much conflicting emotion, at times joyful then fearful then empowering. Kurt's back arched again as he picked up the tempo, his head tilting, exposing his neck with his eyes closing against the music and what a sight he was. Glancing to his right he noticed another vampire taking a keen interest in Kurt, licking at his fangs and pulling out his wallet. A low growl from Blaine had the vampire turning towards him to be in sight of his long fangs and black eyes, the growl increasing slightly as a warning which had the vampire turning on his heels to get away.

Wes' hand came down on his shoulder, "Easy there, Governor. No need for that now."

Blaine sucked on his fangs, returning his gaze to Kurt, "I didn't like how that old fart was looking at him."

"That 'old fart' runs one of the television stations here, so just be careful." Wes urged his friend.

"Okay." Blaine took a deep breath to calm himself.

"Who's looking after Kurt tomorrow?" Wes asked, picking up a couple of goblets of blood, handing one to Blaine.

"Nick's coming over to look after him." Blaine informed him, still slightly nervous at leaving Kurt alone at the apartment with Nick.

"That's good, they'll be able to share a lot and Nick has experiences that Kurt will be able to relate to, maybe even help jog his memory." Wes nodded, he himself finding Kurt's aura enticing, sipping his drink to wash away the thoughts.

"Well he's old enough anyway, and with how much he and Jeff travelled over time I'm hoping he'll know of the places Kurt's trying to remember."

"Let's hope."

The music faded, the last few notes lingering in the air until the room erupted in applause, Blaine grinning as Quinn also applauded while talking animatedly to one of her sponsors. The noise snapped Kurt out of his trance and had him falling into a nervous shuffle on his stool while he bowed his head to his audience. Blaine made sure to clap just that little bit louder when Kurt met his gaze, his own smile growing as Kurt bit his lip to hold back his own returned wide grin.

The night went on similarly; Kurt had been playing for a good hour before he was given a break, only to come on an hour later to finish off the night with much applause. Blaine made sure to mingle with the crowd very aware of the support he had from those around and needed to keep, but he was never too far away from Kurt and when the night came to an end he was waiting by the back door for Kurt while going over the funds raised with Quinn.

"I'd love to have Kurt come back for our next event." Quinn gushed.

"Just let me know and I'll tell Kurt, make sure he signs up." Blaine replied.

"Would he be up for more? Maybe spend half the night on the floor?" Quinn asked again, alluding to the mass amount of requests she had to feed from Kurt.

Blaine frowned, crossing his arms over his chest, "That's up to Kurt, but right now that's a definite no."

"Oh well... Let me know if he changes his mind."

"I will do. Good night, Qunin." Blaine kissed her on the cheek, trying to avoid the two puncture marks on her neck.

"Good night, Blaine. Take care." Quinn smiled, waving back to him as she left.

The door behind Blaine opened and he held his hand out to Kurt who gingerly accepted it to walk down the steps before they both walked towards Blaine's car, Kurt's hand flying back to his side. Blaine smiled sadly, taking note of that as a sign of the drug leaving Kurt's system, though when a howl flew through the night sky from across the city boarders, Kurt was quick to jump to Blaine's side and accept the arm Blaine wrapped around him.

"It's okay. They can't get in." Blaine assured him.

"How can you be so sure?" Kurt asked, his body trembling slightly.

"Because my father had these walls built five hundred years ago and they've never failed us." Blaine smiled at the wide eyed look Kurt was giving him. "I'm not that old."

"How old are you?" Kurt asked.

"I stopped aging at 26 but I've lived for 30 years." Blaine was starting to enjoy the wide eyed looks Kurt was giving him, enhancing the blue that had become stronger today.

"So, you're quite young... in vampire terms?"

"Very young... You played amazingly well tonight." Blaine complimented.

"Thank you... I remembered my old music teacher playing them when no one was around and when I walked in after school one day, he said he'd teach me how to play; a lot of them are old pixie tunes and can be really complex so I only played the easier ones tonight."

"I think you chose well."

Blaine opened the door to the back seats of his car, allowing Kurt to slip in before he followed behind him, shutting the door and signalling for the driver to head off. As he sat back, he noticed how Kurt was playing with the fringe of his shirt while nibbling on his lower lip. Reaching over, Blaine squeezed Kurt's shoulder, trying to get him to relax.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

Kurt looked up to Blaine nervously, "I saw the looks those vampires had in their eyes when they looked at me."

"They wouldn't come near you. There are rules to follow at these events and you chose not to participate in that side of things. Plus with my collar on they wouldn't dare touch you." Blaine tried to reassure him.

"The look they gave me... you were giving me the same look." Kurt edged away from Blaine slightly.

"Kurt, you know I wouldn't hurt you, right?"

Kurt shook his head, "The more I remember... the more I'm not so sure."

"Kurt-"

"I keep remembering the stories I was told as a child of vampires and what I've seen in other cities and then what happened on the farm... I-" Kurt looked close to tears, his limbs still shaking.

Blaine reached over and gripped Kurt's hands in his, using his strength to stop Kurt from pulling away, "Kurt, you're panicking because the drug is subsiding and everything that you've done and witnessed is starting to hit you hard. That and your returning memory is going to make this a very confusing and scary place, but believe me when I tell you, you can trust me."

"But you looked-"

"I can control my desires, Kurt and I will not break my promise to you. I will protect you and with that collar on your neck, you are safe. I will keep you safe for as long as you need me to." Blaine spoke softly but clearly, wanting Kurt to understand everything he was saying. He needed Kurt to understand that he was safe with him while his memories were returning and causing him so much confusion.

Kurt nodded, blinking back tears before whispering, "My head hurts."

"Okay." Blaine whispered too.

Carefully, Blaine pulled Kurt to his side, noting how tense he was and wrapped his arm around Kurt's shoulders while his other held onto one of Kurt's hands. Resting his head on top of Kurt's, Blaine began to hum, slowly rocking until he felt Kurt relax against him, his head coming to rest on Blaine's shoulder. Blaine ran his thumb back and forth over his hand, listening to Kurt's racing heartbeat and continuing to hum even when it eventually started to settle.

"How much longer am I going to feel like this?" Kurt whispered.

"A couple more days maybe three or four... don't worry, everything will be fine." Blaine spoke, kissing Kurt's forehead.

"You really are like no other, Blaine." Kurt squeezed the hand holding his own.

Blaine smiled, pulling Kurt into a closer embrace, "I'm just doing what any good person would do."

"No," Kurt whispered, "You're doing much more... I'm sorry... I'm here telling you I'm scared of you when you've been nothing but good to me."

Blaine sighed, "Once the drug is out of your system everything will start to make sense. At the moment your memories are muddled so you're not sure what to relate to me and what not to and with the drug your senses will be muddled as well... but don't worry, I won't take advantage of that. We made a deal remember? When the drug is completely out of your system, only then will I let you decide what you want to do in relation to letting me or any other vampire take blood from you. Okay?"

After a moment of silence Blaine looked down to see Kurt's eyes closed and soft puffs of air escaping between his slightly parted lips. Blaine smiled, leaning to the side slightly so Kurt could lay upon him more comfortably and began to run his hand through Kurt's hair. He could get used to this, the warmth from Kurt's body whilst listening to his soothing heartbeat... he knew at that moment that when Kurt left, he'd be leaving a huge hole in Blaine's life and heart.