The next day found Kurt in an upbeat mood; he felt awake, full of energy and much more like his old self. He didn't know how his old self felt because even though he felt amazing, his memory still wasn't coming back to him in any sort of order, but he didn't let that faze him. With a stride in his step, Kurt pulled together another outfit for the day, slipping into a pair of red jeans and a white shirt and since he was staying in the apartment today and didn't have to wear the collar, he wrapped a colourful scarf of red and purples around his neck.

Checking his hair once more in the mirror Kurt left his room to hurry down into the kitchen, wanting to get everything ready for Blaine before he left. He didn't know what to think of the way Blaine had looked at him last night. In truth, he'd barely noticed the looks given to him by the other vampires, his mind going in between the memories of playing the tunes he'd performed, including sitting with his mother as a young boy, playing along with her and playing for his father, and watching Blaine.

Blaine had protected him again last night, warding off other vampires and keeping a keen eye on him, even when he was speaking with others. At times he'd look at him with concern, then pride... and then a lust Kurt could only relate to the look he received from those vile vampires from the farm. He didn't want to think of Blaine like that, but he also had to remember that Blaine was still a vampire... and vampires had needs. How long could Blaine deny himself Kurt's blood? He could take it, Blaine had the strength to just pin him down and plunge into his flesh, but he hadn't... yet.

Forcing away those thoughts, Kurt poured an extra large mug of blood, grimacing at the smell and look of the thick liquid circling the mug. Hiding it away in the microwave, Kurt set the timer and leant back against the counter, waiting. It wasn't like at home where he'd have three hungry mouths to feed and clear up after; he could remember Finn trying to demolish everything he placed down on the table, while Carole and he slapped his dad's hand away from anything with too much fat and sugar for someone in his condition.

Kurt sighed, he remembered the heart condition, remembered telling his father to relax more and eat more healthily and remembered watching his father being sent away on that fateful day, a hand clutching his chest and dread filled his heart. What if his dad had suffered another heart attack? What if he was stuck in some vampire city, in one of their hospitals being told to pay his own debt? What if... Kurt shook his head, he didn't want to think about this right now. There was nothing he could do while he had his own debt to pay.

Looking up as the microwave came to a halt, Kurt took the mug and while trying not to breath in the odour, walked back up the stairs and towards Blaine's door, knocking gently. Blaine had a huge day today and Kurt just wanted to do his bit to make it easier on him.

"Come in." Came the voice that filled Kurt with a funny warmth.

Turning the handle Kurt almost dropped the mug, bringing his hand up to hold it between both and against his chest, eyes on the form before him wishing he hadn't bothered knocking. Blaine stood in the centre of the room having just thrown a white shirt over his shoulders, still open at the waist showing off his trained body, while his black pants hung low on his hips. Kurt licked his lips, trying to bring some moisture back to them before he spoke, catching Blaine watching him with a slight grin.

"I brought you a drink."

Kurt spoke holding the mug out in front of him, feeling so small and stupid in front of this vision. He held still as Blaine stepped over to him, still holding that slight grin on his lips as he reached out and took the mug, but didn't step back, remaining only a foot from Kurt, trapping him against the door. He watched Blaine bring the mug up to his nose, giving it a sniff and a satisfied moan before pressing the rim to his lips and sipping on the blood, the liquid bringing a tinge of colour to his lips.

"I hope I did it right." Kurt croaked out.

Blaine smiled at him, "Perfect, thank you. You didn't have to."

Kurt shrugged, annoyed at himself for blushing, "You said you had a busy day today and I just wanted to do something to help... I know it's not a lot but..."

"My day's already better, Kurt. Thank you." Blaine interrupted, sipping on his blood while his eyes remained on Kurt.

Kurt watched the warmth return to Blaine's skin and couldn't help the quick glance to Blaine's abs to see the same warmth settling there, giving him more definition. He wanted to reach out and run his fingers over Blaine's stomach, just to see if it was a solid as it appeared, but he held back, biting his lip. When he returned his gaze to Blaine's face he knew he'd been caught, "Sorry. Umm... Is there anything else I can do to help?"

Blaine's smile was magical, "There's a fireworks display on tonight. If you're up to it, I'd like to see you there."

Kurt blinked with slight confusion, "I thought I couldn't leave on my own?"

"With Nick you could, so it's up to you." Blaine took a long gulp of the blood as his eyes wandered over Kurt's form, causing him to shiver slightly. Even through his apprehension from the way the other vampires had treated him at the farm, he couldn't deny the way Blaine looked at him made him feel.

"We'll see, I was looking forward to relaxing today since I can't seem to shake these headaches." Kurt shrugged, trying to slow his heart beat.

"Well, only come if you feel up to it." Blaine knocked back the rest of the blood, setting the mug down on his bedside table before returning to Kurt, "Let me check your eyes."

As if by request, Kurt tilted his head for Blaine and let his now warm fingers cup his face and remained still as Blaine leant in to examine him. Those same fingertips angled Kurt's head gently from side to side as those bright hazel eyes gazed intensely into his own, sending Kurt's heart racing faster. He wondered whether he'd be able to reach forward and press his lips to Blaine's and get away with it, blaming it on the drug. But then again, Kurt didn't know how Blaine felt... was he just some human? An injured animal needing some tender love and care before being let loose into the wild?

"Kurt?"

Kurt hadn't realised he'd zoned out, lifting his head to Blaine again, gasping at how close the vampire was to him now. Pinned against the wall with one of Blaine's hands against the wall behind him and another resting around Kurt's neck whilst he leant in and with just the slightest of motions their lips would be touching. Swallowing to quench his thirst, he followed Blaine's eyes as they watched his throat work under his hand, his pulse thumping against his thumb.

"Blaine..."

He had only whispered his name, but the response was instant; a groan, followed by the licking of his lips as two sharp white fangs extended just slightly below his upper lip. Deft fingers undid the scarf around his neck before slipping from beneath his collar to the carpeted floor. Those fangs grew just a hint more at the sight of his skin and Kurt couldn't stop himself from tilted his head, enticing the vampire in.

He felt the cool air of the vampire's breath and then a tickle of lips upon his delicate skin, followed by the tiniest of pecks over his pulse and running up under his chin and behind his ear. Kurt gasped and groaned, biting his lip to hold back those exotic moans while his own hands gripped Blaine's open shirt, giving him nowhere to go. Pecks became the slightest of sucks on his skin, again behind his ear and leaving a trail of rosy marks down to his pulse.

Lips wrap around his neck and he could just feel the tips of those sharp fangs pressing against his skin, ready to pierce through and take. Blaine's hand moved from his neck to the back of his head, while the other holds him closer at the base of his spine, arching his body to tilt in just the right angle and Kurt let it happen, closing his eyes and willing his body to relax. He knew this was going to hurt, even with the minimal amount of drug in his body now, it was going to hurt, but he knew he was in safe hands. Blaine wouldn't hurt him: Blaine would protect him, keep him safe and make this as comfortable for him as he could.

Threading his pale fingers amongst the untamed black curls, Kurt urged Blaine on, willing him to take, but all too suddenly it was taken away.

"Kurt, I'm so sorry." Came his sorrowful voice after a growl of frustration.

Kurt opened his eyes to see Blaine seated on his bed, head in his hands and body arched over almost painfully. In an instant, Kurt was at his feet, kneeling between his legs and pulling those hands away to watch in pain as Blaine agonizingly tried to retract his fangs; tips begging for the flesh they'd just tasted. Slowly, the fangs sunk back, though twice they pushed back, wanting more, needing more.

"Blaine, no, don't apologise, I-"

The door bell rang, followed by several frantic knocks and muffled voices from the other side. Blaine groaned, sitting back and glaring at his bedroom door.

"That'll be Nick." Blaine sighed, sucking on his fangs.

All too suddenly Blaine was on his feet and Kurt moved aside to let him through to fix his shirt and start to apply gel to hair, annoyed that their time had been cut short. Sighing heavily, he grabbed his scarf, wrapping it around his neck and silently left the room, closing the door behind him with a hesitant click, not comfortable with leaving their conversation like that. He walked away from Blaine's room and down towards the front door with mixed emotions, a part of him begging to go back and help Blaine, while another told him to let the vampire suffer and deny him what he so obviously wanted; Kurt's body was his and his alone... Was this how he thought before he was drugged?

Shaking those thoughts aside, Kurt checked his reflection in the mirror next to the door, pushing his hair back into place and straightening his scarf, watching as the red marks on his neck disappeared, leaving nothing but perfect porcelain. Frantic knocking rattled the door before voices called from the other side.

"Blaine! Since when did you start sleeping in? Did the little pixie keep you up?"

"Knock it off, Jeff." Kurt raised an eyebrow to the loud smack and pained cry that followed, "Blaine! Open up, please! I'm bored and I think your neighbours are about to call the cops!"

Rolling his eyes, Kurt opened the door, greeting the wide eyed, shocked expression of the two men before him, followed by their nervous laughter as they noticed Kurt's glare. He remembered these two from the party; Nick was the human who'd kept him company by the piano, telling him about all the other vampires in attendance and asking him some general questions. He also remembered that Nick was only fed from by the vampire standing next to him, Jeff, dressed in a smart, black suit with a red tie and bouncing on the balls of his feet while grinning at Kurt. It gave off a strange demeanour of a sophisticated, educated gentlemen mixed with a seven year old.

"Hey, Kurt! It's great to see you again! You do remember me, right?" Nick asked, pointing to himself while tilt his head, a wrist full of beads jingling as he moved.

"I remember you, yes, good to see you again, Nick." Kurt smiled warmly to the other human, feeling comfortable in his presence.

Jeff moved forward, leaning down to Kurt's height and also pointing to himself, "What about me? You've got to remember me."

"I remember an annoying blonde vampire with too loud a voice for his own good."

Laughter erupted from Nick as he slapped Jeff on the back, knocking him out of his pout to glare at him, "Serves you right... for call him 'little'."

Jeff looked guiltily toward Kurt with a nervous smile, "You heard that?"

"Yeah. Good to see you again, Jeff."

"You do remember me!" Jeff cried, "Nick, he remembers me!"

"Good, now get inside and stop shouting in the corridor! I told you about that last time!" Boomed the demanding voice from behind Kurt.

Slowly, Kurt turned to the strong form standing in the lounge, black suit neat and trim, hair slicked back showing off the now black eyes and threateningly long fangs. The air was cold and although Kurt knew he couldn't and wouldn't know where to go, he wanted to run; something inside him told him to run. Nick and Jeff blew the cold air away, skipping into the apartment, with Nick pulling Blaine into a hug which washed away the black eyes and long fangs.

"Awww, sorry Blaine. Don't be such a vamp, we tried being quiet but no one opened the door, then we saw Kurt and then well... and besides, last time we weren't shouting." Nick grinned, his voice turning deep and sultry towards the end.

"Hey, we never got to finish that! Nick, that corridor still needs christening, I demand we do that tonight!" Jeff grinned.

"No!" Blaine hissed at Jeff, "I am not moving again because you two can't keep it in your pants."

"Aww, you're no fun." Nick pouted, moving away from Blaine to stroll into the kitchen and open the fridge, "Oh yey! Food! Kurt!" Nick poked his head out of the kitchen to smile at Kurt, "You and me are so cooking something yummy today. Blaine never has food, this is awesome."

Kurt blinked away his stupor as Nick went back into the kitchen and riffled through the cupboards with short, sharp quips of 'Oh look!', 'Oh, carrots!' and 'Oh, yum'. He watched Jeff hug Blaine while talking quietly to him about something which had Blaine listening intently, almost nervously, a fang coming out to nibble on his bottom lip. A loud squeak woke Kurt from his observations, running into the kitchen to make sure Nick was okay.

"Oh my God! Kurt! You have chocolate!"

Kurt couldn't help but smile and chuckle as he stopped by the breakfast bar to see Nick sitting on the floor, in his white vest and khaki shorts, in front of the large cupboard with a lap full of various chocolate bars and sweets. He had told Blaine not to buy them but the vampire insisted on getting them as an easy way to get Kurt's sugar levels up if he ever felt ready to let vampires feed from him.

"Blaine!" Nick called out, waiting for the 'hurmph' from him, "Kurt stays! He's never allowed to go, ever! I can't believe you have chocolate!" Nick's voice was almost a squeak when he finished while fingering through the bars and packets.

"We could sit down and watch a movie later and open a couple of those." Kurt suggested, biting on his lip. He wondered if Blaine would take him to a gym when he got back; he was getting the hint that he'd need it after a day with Nick.

Nick grinned at him, "That is a plan. Jeff, baby?"

Jeff strolled into the kitchen, leaning over bar, "Yeah, gorgeous?"

"Get Blaine out of here. You two are ruining my date with Kurt."

Jeff sighed, but Kurt could tell it was one of affection for the human, "Okay. Just don't eat too much of that stuff." Jeff walked round and leant over to peck Nick on the lips, "Don't want you getting sick."

"I won't. Love you."

"Love you too, handsome." Jeff smiled, straightening out.

Jeff smiled at Kurt, "Have fun today. I'll look after Blaine for you."

Kurt could only nod as Jeff patted him on the head and walked to the door, grasping the handle, "I'll wait out here for you, Blaine."

The door closed and Kurt could instantly feel the presence behind him, his body leaning back as cooling hands rubbing over his arms and lips pressed into his temple. All the tension he'd felt from the rush of the two other beings and Blaine's domineering stance earlier was gone with that touch; his whole body relaxing to the warmth he was feeling from the vampire behind him. The lips from his temple moved to his ear, strangely cool air hitting his skin;

"You going to be alright?" Whispered Blaine.

"I think so." Kurt whispered back.

The hands on his arms turned him on the spot, trapping him between the breakfast bar and the man for whom he was having so many mixed emotions about. Warm hazel eyes captivated him as slightly callous fingers feathered his cheekbone, a motion which had him leaning into the touch and closing his eyes. He felt himself falling again in Blaine's presence and again he allowed himself to fall harder; he'd deal with the negative thoughts he'd been having another day. Right now, he was going to enjoy himself.

"Call me if anything happens."

"Yes." Kurt whispered, slowly opening his eyes to smile bashfully at how close Blaine was to him again... all he'd have to do was push forward.

"I'll leave you two to have fun then." And with that Blaine had pulled back again, leaning over to eye Nick, "And you, no funny business." He warned.

Kurt turned to watch Nick smile brightly, "You know me, Blaine, I'll be as good as gold."

"Sure you will," Blaine turned back to Kurt, "Remember, call me."

With a nod from Kurt, Blaine was picking his coat off the hook next to the door and folding it neatly over his arm. As he reached for the door knob, Kurt was on his heel, grasping his shoulder and turning him back towards him. Before Blaine could question what was happening, soft plump lips were upon his, a gentle but firm press that had Blaine's blood warming and the slow pace of his heart heightening and thumping against his chest. All too soon, Kurt pulled back, looking down while biting his lip and Blaine's own fangs were digging into his own, wanting more of the flesh that had awoken something within him.

Slowly, Kurt looked up, encouraged by the shocked yet silly smile Blaine was showing him, "Stay safe."

"I will." Blaine choked out, opening the door, "I'll see you tonight."

Kurt took the door, watching Blaine meet up with Jeff down the corridor and only closing the door when they disappeared round the corner, out of sight. Making sure to lock the door, Kurt made his way back to the kitchen, blushing bright red when he spots Nick, still sitting on the floor, a huge grin on his face while he popped chocolate raisons into his mouth.

"You just made Blaine's day."

"What are you talking about?" Kurt coughed, fiddling with a packet of marshmallows.

"I could tell Blaine liked you from the party. I was surprised he let you go and I could tell by the way he pursued your case and with how he was looking at you today that those feelings have only increased." Nick shoved a handful of the raisins into his mouth before pushing himself off the floor, "But I also know Blaine wouldn't say or do anything whilst you were under his care and still recovering from the drug, so what you did there just made all his dreams come true."

Kurt's blush only got worse but the smile Nick's words gave him was breathtaking, "I don't know what got into me..." The smile faded and his chest felt heavy, "I don't know what I feel for him either... All my thoughts are so confused and I don't know what's right and what's wrong and..."

"Hey," Nick shushed him, rubbing his arm when he noticed the tears rimming his eyes, "Don't worry about it. Come on, let's stick a movie on and then we can have a sit down and discuss all of this. I've been through what you're going through so I can talk you through this. But first..."

Kurt followed Nick as he grabbed an arm full of sweets and another arm full of canned drinks and dumped them on the coffee table, "We're watching a movie."

"What do you want to watch?" Kurt wasn't even sure where Blaine's movie collection was.

Nick grinning, turning the TV on and flicking through the folders to the movies, "Oh I've got an idea. Bet you haven't seen it either."

Nick hit the play button and pulled Kurt down onto the couch next to him as the movie started up and the blinds in the apartments closed automatically.

Three movies, a cooked meal and too many sweets and fizzy drinks later, Kurt and Nick sat on the rug in front of the fire regaling each other with anecdotes from their past. Kurt had entertained Nick with tales from his high school years and his time in Glee club or at his dad's garage. It felt great for Kurt to just throw all this information out, he felt with each second that he was remembering more and more and he could almost feel all the gaps in his memory filling and being put in order... it was thrilling. He could almost hear the name of the city his father had told him they were heading for, but whenever he tried to focus on it, a headache would surface and he'd be forced to think of something else.

Nick was in hysterics, rolling around on the floor and quipping in with stories from Dalton. He'd told Kurt of how the vampires would sneak into the human rooms and steal things or try to scare the humans, so he started setting up traps against the shadows whilst cameras rolled and with each vampire they would catch, another video would be loaded onto the net.

"I managed to catch Jeff this one time. He was sneaking into my room through a shadow which would always cast on the corner next to the bed. Now normally I wouldn't have tricked him; I quite enjoyed our midnight get togethers, but we had fought earlier in the day and I knew he'd try to sneak up on me and try to make up while getting into my pants, so I set a trap. There was a pixie who was pretending to be a human at the school, but I knew and I got him to create a portal in my bed. So when Jeff undressed and got into my bed butt naked, he was transported to his dad's office."

Nick sniggered to himself, "He ended up standing on his dad's desk while his dad was working. You'd never seen him go so red and run so fast into a shadows, but the pixie had blocked the portals so Jeff just went smack into the wall. He didn't speak to me for weeks. It was so funny, we managed to record everything."

Kurt chuckled, "What happened to the pixie?"

Nick hummed as he tried to remember, "He was only there for a year as an exchange student."

"Oh... how did it work? Having humans and vampires in the same school?" Kurt asked.

"We paid our tuition with blood parties, just like humans do now, except we were only fed from by the tutors and the top students." Nick explained, "It must've worked similarly for you at the pixie school."

Kurt shook his head, trying to concentrate, "I don't remember anything being out of place or any sort of payment... sometimes we just forgot we were different species until someone would perform a spell."

"There would've been a payment." Nick muttered, more to himself, his eyes distant.

"What do you mean?" Kurt asked.

"Nothing, maybe best to leave it until your memory comes back." Nick shrugged, throwing his empty can across the floor and opening another.

"Have you visited many pixie villages and cities?"

Nick shook his head, "Jeff and I tried to avoid them... No offence but pixies are conniving little tricksters."

Kurt frowned, "Seems pixies and vampires have similar opinions on each other."

"You think vampires are conniving?" Nick cocked an eyebrow.

"Don't you?"

"I've lived long enough to know vampires used to be bastards, but I know how hard vampires like Blaine and Jeff have tried to change everything, and it's working. Most vampires are good citizens now... even the most gracious of pixies are still devious." Nick huffed, leaning back on the rug.

"Do you think I'm devious?" Kurt had to ask, feeling the need to stick up for the species who'd given him years of happiness and who he was half of.

"Your soul's too kind to be anything like the pixies I'm talking about." Nick shook his head.

"What do you mean you've lived long enough? You not that much older than me." Kurt frowned, if he was honest, Nick even looked slightly younger than he was.

Nick smiled smugly, "Are you asking how old I am?" The smile turned into a grin, "Guess."

"19."

"Nope."

"21."

"Nope."

"17."

"Try again."

"24?"

"Nah."

"I give up."

"152."

"What?!" Kurt jumped back, his eyes wide while racking over Nick's form, trying to understand as the other human just laughed out loud, holding his side.

"Are you serious? No... how... that can't be!" Kurt voice was high in his confusion.

"Haven't you heard about humans drinking from vampires?" Nick lay back on his elbows, fingers flicking through the empty packets of sweets on the floor.

Kurt hesitated, shifting on the floor, "Doesn't that turn you... into a vampire?"

Nick shook his head, "Only if a vampire drains you of your own blood first. If you just drink their blood then it allows you to extend your life... it almost... stops time. I feed from Jeff once a week and it keeps me looking as fresh as I did 131 years ago." Nick smiled at the look of shock on Kurt's face, "You could do the same, you know. If you wanted to live longer you could..."

"Drink Blaine's blood?" Kurt finished.

Nick nodded slowly, holding his thoughts back, "Yeah, but as a pixie you wouldn't have to drink as regularly as I do, maybe once a fortnight, or even once a month depending on how powerful a pixie you are."

"I'm not much of a pixie. I can heal and I remember being able to slow down a vampire's speed but that's about it."

"And you can recover from the drug, even balance out the effects." Nick added.

"What do you mean?"

"They put you on the pixie drug because the normal drug wasn't working and the drug's almost out of your system already, and from what Wes told me, you had enough to keep you docile for a couple of months."

"Oh... I guess I have some skill then..." Kurt felt the need to tidy up, looking around at the mess they made, but he couldn't, he still had so much he wanted to ask.

"I could teach you." Nick suggested, "I learnt a bit on my travels about how pixies conjure these spells, I could help you harness it."

"I'd appreciate that... Could you... Could you also teach me... how to accept a bite without it hurting?" Kurt ringed his hands together nervously.

Nick paused to look Kurt over for a moment, contemplating his options, "This because you don't want to take the drug anymore?" He waited for Kurt's nod, "and because you want Blaine to feed from you?" He smiled at the blush his question brought to his cheeks, "I think I need to tell you a bit more about my past before we get into that."

"Okay?"

Nick nodded, "It's complicated but I basically had to learn to accept a bite twice but it'll all help you understand what you need to do once I tell you my story."

Kurt nodded, tucking his legs underneath him while Nick came and sat close to him.

"I was born on a farm, similar to the one you were on. My mother raised me for the first year; they do that to allow the mothers to look after you when you're pretty much useless and allows you to feed on your mother's breast milk, which will have a certain amount of the drug in it. That way, from an early age, you're building the drug up in your system in a way which will allow you to take more of the drug without it affecting you so badly and is also the start of your body starting to create its own drug so you won't need it any longer. That takes about ten years though.

I was bought by my master on my thirteenth birthday and on that first night he took so much blood that I ended up in hospital. It was horrible. The other blood bags on the farm told me that I would need to relax and just tap into that drug source so I could give my body over to my master's fangs, but it still hurt. I can still remember how those two fangs tore through every layer of my skin and then tugged and tugged as my master took more and more of my blood... I cried in the hospital that night... because at that moment I knew that was going to be my life and every bite was going to hurt just as bad."

Nick had been looking towards the television, not watching, just looking and looking past it as he remembered those dark days. As he turned to Kurt, his eyes widened to the panicked, tear rimmed expression he was greeted with, "No, no, no! Don't panic, it's okay. I learnt very quickly that it was my master who purposely caused the pain when he bit me. When he pawned me out to his friends and business partners I soon found out that a lot of vampires were very careful when they bit into a human. It was through them that I learnt to relax and source the drug within me and... I'll be honest Kurt, sometimes it was pleasurable."

"It didn't hurt? With the other vampires?" Kurt asked in such a quiet, terrified voice.

"No. Some vampires like to cause pain when they take the blood, my master was one of them, but even a normal bite won't hurt. It was all about relaxing and just letting go, you have to be so calm and almost limp when a vampire bites you, otherwise the pull of the fangs or the tension in your muscles can make it excruciating."

"How long were you with that master?"

Nick sighed, looking away again, "He kicked me out when I was eighteen... said I had gotten too old and my blood had lost its taste. So I ended up wandering the streets for a couple of days before a blood trader got a hold of me and put me up for auction. I was bought by my second master, Master Sterling. He was a great man, he took good care of me and he was so gentle when he took my blood... I could almost curl up in his lap and fall to sleep while he did it. Then, when summer came around, his son came home to visit... That was the first time I met Jeff."

Nick allowed himself a blushing smile as he remembered that day, his smile only brightening when he noticed Kurt smiling too, "I remember sitting at my master's feet, listening to him argue with his son as to why he couldn't have me. Jeff fought so hard for me; he didn't even know me, hadn't spoken to me yet but he told me after, that he knew he loved me the moment he saw me. The next night, Jeff stole me away and we ran... and kept running. It was only after a phone call from my master a few weeks later, telling Jeff that I could be his in exchange for him taking over his position when he was ready, that we were finally able to relax and enjoy each other

Jeff's bites were pleasurable... they still are... and I would let him bite me every day as it meant I could be close to him, as close as I thought we could get... I was twenty one when Jeff offered me his blood. It tasted weird at first but now it's just like taking a very bitter sip of medicine. We spent a lot of time travelling and it wasn't until I turned 90 that I started to notice Jeff's bites were starting to hurt... and they were becoming more and more painful as time passed.

I was becoming scared to let Jeff touch me, scared of the pain and not understanding why this was happening even when I relaxed and went limp. I would sneak out at night to avoid him and on one night, when I was really, really drunk, I came across a pixie. She was beautiful, long brown hair and blue eyes with sparklingly pale skin... but all I could see were the telltale signs of blood on her collar. I wallowed and moaned to her about how life wasn't fair and that I couldn't give my love what he needed anymore and how much life sucked.

Then she told me that she could explain what was happening to me and show me how to fix it. She took me to this room upstairs above the bar and sat me down and explained that because I was living a longer life through Jeff's blood that the drug had wore out and my body had stopped producing its own and so, effectively I didn't have resistance against a bite any longer. She explained that I would need to learn a technique which the pixies use, a sort of meditation. We spent hours getting me into this subspace to where I could just relax every muscle in my body and pinpoint a section to numb... It's strange but it's as if I can make the feeling in my neck disappear for a minute or two while Jeff is taking my blood... It's still pleasurable, I can feel the same high I used to feel but the pain's not there anymore. I can't remember what she called it... something like las... lasach or something... Have you heard of that before?"

Kurt looked down at the floor, concentrating on his puzzled memories. If he was honest, he did remember a name similar to that from somewhere but from where he couldn't be sure, but he did remember being trained to use that spell, and then using it when he was being bullied at school; it made the locker throws a lot easier to take.

Nodding, Kurt turned back up to Nick, "Yeah, I vaguely remember it. I think with a bit of practise I could use it."

Nick smiled, "Then that's what you need. At the moment the drug will help with the pain, but once that leaves your system you'll need that spell. You'll still need to relax but the spell with help."

Kurt glanced to the sharp italic 'F' on Nick's neck, "When were you freed?"

The smile Nick gave him was warm, "Jeff freed me once we graduated from Dalton... my graduation gift of sorts."

Kurt couldn't help the smile he gave, though sad, wishing he could find a love that strong, "You two seem really happy together."

"We are... I'll be honest we almost split up... twice, but I can't deny how much I love him, he's been nothing but good to me."

All at once the lights turned on, one by one, spreading a sharp crisp light into every corner of the room while the curtains opened to let in what light was left from the fading day. Nick was on his feet, spinning on the spot, his eyes darting across the apartment as if searching something out. Pulling his feet up to his chest, Kurt looked around too, not knowing what he was looking for but feeling as if something was there.

"What's going on?" Kurt whispered, scared to speak too loud.

"Someone tried to enter this apartment. This is the security turning on all the lights, so no one can enter through the shadows." Nick explained, rushing up the stairs to check on the other rooms.

Kurt jumped when the phone began to ring, turning to the stairs when he hears Nick telling him to get it. Tentatively stepping over to the phone, Kurt raised the receiver to his ear while taking a deep breath.

"Hello?" He internally kicked himself for how high his voice was.

"Kurt? Are you okay? I got a message that the alarm had been tripped." Came Blaine's concerned voice over the phone, soothing and calming nevertheless for Kurt.

"Yeah, all the lights came on and gave me a bit of a fright but we're okay. Nick's upstairs now checking the rooms."

"Good. You sure you're alright?"

"I'm fine."

"Good, I'll have someone check the system; see what they can find... You having a good day?"

Kurt smiled and chuckled at the hiss Blaine gave whoever was trying to get him off his phone, "Yeah, Nick and I are having a great time... he's teaching me loads, and helping with my memory. Am I keeping you?"

"Never, I'll always have time for you." Kurt sighed happily, his smile still bright and his cheeks warm, "Maybe you should head down to the park now, if you're up for it. By the time you've walked down it'll be time for the celebrations to begin."

"Okay, yeah I think we will. I'll let Nick know and then we'll head down."

"Good, can't wait to see you."

"You too."

"See you in a bit."

"Okay."

Putting the phone down, Kurt jumped again when he found Nick just behind him, grinning like a mad man, "You scared me!"

"You two are too cute for words!" Nick laughed, rubbing his hands together.

Kurt blushed, "Blaine said we should head down to the park if we want to see the fireworks. He said the celebrations would be starting soon."

"Oh, yes! You two are even cuter in person. Yes, we must go, right now!"

Nick rushed to put his coat on, passing Kurt his and pulled out a leash from a cupboard. Kurt paused as he eyed the leash.

"Is that for me?" He asked, hoping Nick had a pet dog hidden somewhere.

"I'm afraid so. A pet has to stay leashed when with a freed human, that's the law. We can be arrested if you're not." Nick explained with annoyance in his tone, holding out Kurt's collar as well.

Nick didn't mean to tug on the leash, which would snap the collar against the back of Kurt's neck and send him stumbling a couple of steps. Kurt knew that, but it didn't make him feel any better when the vampires around him would sneer and the other pets would laugh at him whilst holding their heads high and gliding across the pebbled pavements. The leash was only short, around three feet, and with the bustling crowds all heading towards the park, Nick had no choice but to make sharp twists and turns to get through when no one stepped aside for him.

Kurt had started to believe that freed humans had a better existence in this city, almost equal to the vampires but it seemed he was wrong. Walking with Nick he noticed how a lot of the vampires would glare as Nick walked by, scoffing when Nick didn't bow his head to them. Nick took no notice and Kurt respecting him for that, but it also made him wonder why he continued to live with the vampires. Yes there was Jeff but surely they could live elsewhere, somewhere where Nick wouldn't be put down like he was now.

They entered the park through two towering iron gates, supported by two brick pillars topped with white marble statues of a male and female figure dressed in flowing robes and capes. For a moment Kurt thought that the male figure looked like Blaine, but another tug of his leash had him rushing to gather his balance and catch up with Nick. Metal lanterns lit the park all over, the sun having set just a few minutes ago, giving the park a calming and surreal air.

The park was packed, not a patch of grass was left empty and some younger pets and vampires had even climbed the trees to swing their legs off the branches. Stands were set up every few metres, where men would hand out steaming mugs of blood while chained up humans sat behind them under trees, looking weak and tired. Something inside Kurt wanted to go over and tell the men that what they were doing was cruel and barbaric and demand that they release those humans, but he knew better than to raise his voice when surrounded by vampires with no escape... and what would those humans do? They'd just get picked up by the next blood trader the moment they left the park.

Looking away with a heavy heart Kurt followed Nick towards a large stage towards the back of the large park, giant oak trees seated around it, drawing the eye to the stage and nothing else. There was no one on the stage, just a podium and six chairs set back upon the red drapes. Another tug on his leash and Kurt was following Nick to the side of the podium where a large tent had been set up, a group of figures moving around a light source within.

"Jeff?" Nick called out, stopping just outside the tent when the two large guards hissed at him, bearing their fangs.

The fabric door flew back as the blonde haired man in question stepped out with the brightest smile on his face and all too quickly wrapped his arms around Nick and placed a lingering, warm kiss on his lips which had Kurt looking away with a blush on his cheeks, only deepening when he heard the moans coming from the pair.

"Miss me?" Jeff whispered against Nick's lips.

"Nah, me and Kurt were having too much fun to think about you." Nick teased, trying to hold back his grin.

"I don't believe you." Jeff growled, tightening his hold on Nick's waist.

"Mmm... nope, not even when I was talking about you did I miss you." Nick couldn't help giggling at the look of hurt on Jeff's face.

"Liar." He whined.

"Okay... maybe I missed you a bit." Nick whispered as he leant in for another kiss.

Jeff moaned as he deepened the kiss, pulling away when he remembered who Nick was with, "Kurt! Blaine's in the tent if you want to say hi, he's got five minutes before he goes on stage."

Kurt nodded, walking a little bit quicker than he should've towards the tent, whether that was because he wanted to get away from their public display or to see Blaine he wasn't sure. But as soon as he entered the tent, he wished he hadn't; there standing with Blaine and a vampire he remembered as Thad, stood Hunter. He stood tall above Blaine and looked strong against him and Thad's slight frames, that proud smirk he also had around Kurt was still there on his lips and it only grew as he turned to Kurt.

His blood ran cold as he stood before Hunter, all the training Hunter and his men had beaten into Kurt coming back to him. His back straightened, his hands which were hovering over his chest strained to rest at his sides and his head bowed, his eyes staying on the grass below his feet while his heart pounded in his chest. He heard a hiss, it sounded like Blaine's but for why he didn't know.

"Looks like he still remembers his training. Good little pet." Hummed Hunter, disgusting Kurt for how he was acting.

"Get out, Hunter." Growled Blaine.

"We weren't done." Hunter's growl was deeper than Blaine's.

"I don't want you anywhere near him. Get out." Blaine's voice was getting darker and angrier.

A growl was Hunter's response as he stepped to the fabric door, pausing at Kurt's side and all Kurt could do was close his eyes and stand there on shaking limbs.

"At least you keep him on a leash, best thing for a beast like him."

With that Hunter was gone and welcomed arms were wrapped around his shivering form, his own arms wrapping around the body before him, hands fisting in the jacket and face burying itself into the olive skinned neck of the only man he wanted and needed right now. He tried not to cry, tried to push back all his memories from the farms, but still a few tears rolled down his checks onto Blaine's neck.

A hand moved up to stroke his hair and for once Kurt didn't mind, needing the silent comfort Blaine was offering him. He felt safe in Blaine's arms, wrapped in his warmth and he wanted nothing more than to remain in his arms. Sniffing away the last of his tears, slowly he pulled away and allowed Blaine's hand to cup his cheek and lift his head to greet Blaine's worried and pained expression.

"How are you feeling?" Kurt's whole body relaxed to sound of his voice.

"I'm better now." Kurt tried to smile, still holding onto Blaine.

"Good. I'm sorry you had to see him." Blaine's hand was stroking his cheek.

"It's okay." Kurt bit his lip, not sure as to what to say. Why was Hunter here?

"Hey, I only have to go up there, make a quick speech then I'll come and grab you and we can watch the fireworks together from our apartment. How does that sound?" Of course Blaine could feel how distressed he was.

"That's sounds perfect." Kurt smiled, enjoying the smile Blaine gave him in return.

"Good. Just stand with Nick to the side, out of the crowd so I can find you."

Blaine looked up as Jeff poked his head through the door, warning him that he needed to head out now. With a nod, Jeff left and Blaine turned his attention to Kurt again.

"Will you be alright while I'm up there?" The hand was back, rubbing his cheek and down to his neck.

"Yeah, I'll be fine."

A tender kiss to his cheek had Kurt blushing even when Blaine pulled away with a knowing glint in his eyes and left the tent with Thad grinning behind him. Bringing a hand to his cheek, Kurt couldn't help but smile, yes, he was falling for Blaine and with his mind clearing over the day with his talk with Nick he now knew it wasn't the drug, it was how he truly felt and he only hoped that once his mind was free from the confusion that he'd be able to tell Blaine and have Blaine return his feelings.

With the crowd erupting into cheers outside Kurt stepped out and joined Nick at the side of the stage, watching as Jeff and David looked out over the crowd with two other guards and Thad welcoming Blaine onto the stage, who waved to the crowd as he approached the podium. At that moment, with the crowd shouting Blaine's name and cheering him on, Kurt couldn't help but feel proud to be associated with him, even if as just a 'pet' to the outside world. He clapped along with the crowd and only clapped louder and smiled brighter when Blaine turned his attention to him for a moment.

"Good Evening." Blaine called out over the microphone as the crowd began to quieten, "I want to thank you all for coming tonight to this a very special night for me and this city. Tonight, celebrates the day that you all here, elected me as Governor of this fair city last year for the second time." Blaine paused and smiled as the crowd cheered for him, "I have been given the honourable task of taking care of this city and all who live within these walls for the last six years, and although those years have brought with it many hardships, I have never regretted taking on this title... and I never will." Blaine waved to a single vampire at the back who called out her love for him, smiling bashfully, "As your Governor, I have brought to this city, trade; both exports and imports have increased by 150% over the last three years. I have brought in better education for both vampires and humans. I have brought in jobs for all and homes for anyone who needs them; be them, vampire, human, werewolf or pixie."

Blaine paused to allow the crowd to clap for him, taking a quick glance to Kurt, "I know some of my policies have been controversial, challenging the ways of old, but I believe what I have done is the future; an equal standing for humans and vampires. I know some of you don't agree with these changes, but I know a lot of you will stand by me and agree that we cannot go on living these ancient rituals. I ask anyone who would argue with me to go to one of our neighbouring cities and see how reliant they are on blood banks, how deserted the street are of humans and how many rogue attacks the farms suffer on a weekly basis. By accepting the humans as equals, and setting the laws in place which I have brought forward, I have given you a city where humans walk freely among us and hand over their blood when in need without fuss. I have also come to the stage where I can tell you that our city will be rogue free in the next couple of years." Blaine fought to talk over the cheers, "No more hunger! No longer will we watch our loved ones fall into ruin! We will eradicate the thirst of rogues and bring harmony and safety to this city!"

The crowd's cheers got louder as both vampires and humans called out to him, "I promise you this. I have two more years as your Governor before the next elections, but before you take your vote, I will promise you this safety, this constant source of willing blood and equal opportunities for both vampires and humans. With this, I-"

Screams rang around the park and all turned towards the main gates where more screams erupted and bodies started running in all directions away from the countless shadowy forms shifting around in the darkness of the park. The coppery smell of blood washed over the park and all at once the entire crowd began to panic. Screams flew everywhere and bodies smashed into each other as everyone tried to escape the madness. Nick pushed Kurt against the stage, away from the fleeing bodies.

Kurt watched as Blaine calmly but sternly spoke with Thad before turning to Jeff and David and threw out orders Kurt couldn't hear before they disappeared from the stage into the chaotic crowd. That's when Kurt saw them; the shadows, they were moving, they were growling and from the darkness came those glowing red eyes and blood drenched white fangs.

Rogues.

Before his eyes the shadowy figure jumped out at a passing vampire, long skeleton-like arms pinning down the vampire with indescribable strength and ripped his fangs through the screaming man's neck, tearing it open, blood gushing everywhere as the rogue lapped up what he could, trying to feed his starved body.

"You have to run now and don't stop, go straight to the apartment."

Nick whispered in his ear as he pushed Kurt away from the rogue and round the back of the stage. Kurt looked up to the stage, but Blaine was gone and that only made Kurt panic more. Where was he? Was he hurt? Why hadn't he come for him? Had he abandoned him? All thoughts soon left him when a crowd burst through him and Nick, separating them and sending them back the way they came as two rogues chased after the crowd.

Kurt ran, weaving through the trees and trying to find the gates he knew he'd have to make a run for. He looked behind him but saw nothing but a muddle of terrified running figures... and no Nick. He prayed Nick was alright as he heard more dying screams from behind him, in front of him and to his right. Leaning up against a tree, he tried to hide in the shadows, watching with wide, terrified eyes and frantic breathing as a rogue stalked up to a small girl who had been separated from the crowd.

On all fours the pale, flaky skinned rogue stalked the small quaking form of the little brunette girl, blood dripping from those fully extended rotting fangs while red eyes tracked its prey. Kurt didn't want to watch, didn't want to look as the girl soiled herself while pressed hard against the tree trapping her. The rogue stopped, but Kurt could tell it wasn't good, observing the rogue's back legs rising and its arms bending down; it was getting ready to pounce.

He couldn't let this happen, he couldn't watch this happen. Something in him fought against his fear, told him he knew how to fight, and though he also knew he never liked to get into a fight, this was a time to ignore those righteous thoughts. A large branch on the floor was his only weapon, and with eyes on the rogue, Kurt reached down and grasped the branch with both hands.

He didn't know what he was doing, but on swift feet, he slammed the thick branch into the mouth of the rogue, knocking the thin body back across the park. It screamed but all Kurt cared for was the crying girl behind him, and with the branch still in his hand he crouched in front of the girl, gripping her shoulder.

"Hey, it's okay now I got you."

The girl still cried, asking for her mother and as Kurt went to speak his eyes caught movement in the shadows to his left. Holding the branch up high, he watched as Thad appeared from the shadows, holding his hands up.

"You can see me?" Thad asked, confused.

"What?" Kurt was just as confused.

"I was... never mind." Picking the girl up in his arms, he groaned as he looked to Kurt and the rest of the park, "I can only take one at a time, either stay here and wait for me or go to the gates. Just head through these trees."

Kurt nodded, "I'll head to the gate."

"Okay, be careful."

With that, Thad was gone with the girl, vanishing in the shadows. Turning, Kurt felt his heart drop; the rogue was gone. The shadows around him moved and to his left he saw clawed hands, but he was faster; dragging up the branch and slamming it into the jaw of the rogue. Leaving the rogue crying in pain on the grass, Kurt runs, as fast as he can through the trees and before he knows it, he's running with other vampires, as fast as other vampires, while others run in what would seem like slow motion, but they're not... Kurt's running at super fast speeds... just like the vampires again.

He's forced to a stop as another rogue cuts off his path, skidding to a halt and fumbling on his feet to run off in another direction... away from the gates, and as he twists and turns through the trees he's turned away from the gates again as another rogue would cut off his path. Bodies lie forgotten on the grounds, both vampire and human, blood still spilling on the ground whilst the park remains riddled with screaming vampires and humans, trying to escape but being pinned by the rogues.

Kurt's thrown off his feet as his leash is caught and he lands hard on his side, crying out when a rogue jumps him, long fangs snapping at him, trying to get to his throat as he holds the branch into its neck. Its clawed hands scratch as Kurt's arms and cheeks, drawing blood and sending the rogue above him wild. Kurt tries to kick the rogue away but it's moving too frantically to get it away with any force.

The ground thunders behind him and he glances back in fear as another rogue comes into view, charging towards him. With tears in his eyes, Kurt tries desperately to get the other rogue off him but it won't budge. He doesn't want to die, he doesn't want this to be the end, he wants to remember some form of pixie magic to get him out of this or some sort of martial arts but there's nothing, just blind panic. A claw scratches at his cheek and he cries out, tears rush down his cheeks. He's doing all he can, he's fighting against a vampire's strength, he's ducking as best he can the swift movements of those clawed hands but it's not enough and he doesn't know how much longer he can hold this up.

The rogue behind him is thrown out of sight, a deathly howl signalling its demise as blood tumbles across the grass from the decapitated head that rolls around. Kurt's eyes are wide with horror and shock whilst the rogue above him hisses and growls at the shadows around, and then he's gone. A black shadow flies across Kurt's body, the rogue being torn from the ground and tossed against a nearby tree, the sickening snap of its spine breaking filling the silence.

The black shadow it upon Kurt, pulling him into strong arms and as the tears in Kurt's eyes are blinked away to clear his vision, he's greeting with the handsome face of the only person he wanted to see right now. The fangs are there, fully extended and covered in blood, there's blood on that olive skin and his eyes are black but Kurt doesn't see that, just the man.

"Blaine!" Kurt cried wrapping his arms around his neck, hating himself for sobbing again.

"I got you. I'm so sorry. I lost you in the crowd. Are you okay?"

"Please don't let me go." Kurt whispered.

A warm, urgent kiss was placed on his cheek as Blaine held Kurt tighter, "I'm not letting you go."

Picking Kurt up in his arms, Blaine had just pushed himself onto his feet when he let out a horrifying cry, dropping Kurt back to the ground. Looking up, Kurt can see the rogue from before, clinging onto Blaine with its fangs in his neck and its legs and arms wrapped around his body. He watched in horror as Blaine twisted and turned to throw the rogue off whilst trying to reach back to pull him off, but he was weakening with every gulp of blood the rogue took.

As Blaine's knees hit the floor in his exhaustion, Kurt let out a cry, horrified by the sight of that rogue with its red eyes on Kurt while its long fangs sunk deeper into Blaine's neck and blood slurped into its mouth through cracked lips. Kurt cried as he watched Blaine skin lose its colour, but through his eyes came a shimmer of light, that same light reflecting on the rogue and before his eyes, the rogue exploded. Blood and broken bone shot across the park and over Blaine's back and Kurt's chest. Kurt was in shock... he knew that spell... he'd been taught that spell from his mother... but his mother had made him promise to never use that spell unless his life was in peril. But Blaine's life had been in peril, and to Kurt, that was just as bad... but it still chilled his soul... he'd killed someone.

"Blaine!"

Kurt pulled himself from his stupor when Jeff appeared next to Blaine, holding him up on his knees and it was then Kurt noticed just how bad a state Blaine was in. He was white, he looked so cold and he was breathing harshly while his eyes held no light and were being barely held open as he swayed from side to side.

"Fuck, Blaine! Talk to me!" Jeff urged, shaking Blaine carefully then noting the wounds on his neck and the blood all around, "Shit! No!... Fuck!" Jeff cursed.

"What's going on?" Kurt managed to say, crawling over to caress Blaine's cheek, wiping it clean of the blood and trying to get him to look at him.

"Rogue blood is poisonous to us, it's gotten into the puncture wounds." Jeff explained, picking Blaine up.

"Is he going to be alright?" Kurt was panicking again, standing with Jeff.

"He needs blood now! I need to get him to the hospital." Jeff was already making off towards a shadowed tree.

"Take me with you!" Kurt pleaded, following him.

"I can't I can only carry one." Jeff whistled into the park and from the shadows came Thad, a look of panic in his eyes as he spotted Blaine.

"Take Kurt home." Jeff ordered before he disappeared into the shadows with Blaine.

Thad's hand was on Kurt shoulder until he shrugged it off, turning to the vampire, "No! Take me to the hospital!"

"You can't help him, you're no use there!" Thad yelled, grabbing Kurt's wrist.

"He can have my blood!" Kurt blurted out, but he wasn't afraid of giving it anymore... he just wanted Blaine to be alright.

"Blaine told me you weren't giving blood." Thad reminded him, his eyes still scanning the chaotic park.

"I'll give him my blood, please, I can heal him as well. He can have my blood for strength and I can clean his body of the rogue blood... please. I need to do this." Kurt was begging.

Thad paused, and Kurt could tell he was trying to figure out if Kurt was telling the truth, "Okay..."

"Thank you!" Kurt could help the little jump in his step.

Taking Thad's hand in his, he allowed Thad to wrap him in his arms and sink into the shadows... into the darkness... in the unknown. But Kurt didn't care, he just needed to get to Blaine.