The darkness swarmed around him, wrapping his limps in the shadows and slipping under his clothing, it relinquished him of sight and silenced his voice. It was terrifying. How did vampires travel through this abyss? How did they ever get out? But the darkness wasn't all there was; though he couldn't see, feel nor hear Thad... he could hear something. Voices. Voices neither mumbled nor whispered but hushed, as if not wanting to startle its object of desire nor have it hear what it has to say.

How much longer until we reach ... Head?

A week if we ...

Can you see what that man's doing, sweetie?

That's how the human's...

It's our secret, sweetie... don't tell daddy.

White light assaulted Kurt's eyes and all at once his senses came back to him. He could smell bleach, scented with rose oil, blocking out any other smell that may be loitering. He could hear the echo of his footsteps on the white tiles below his feet and the gentle voice of Thad as he directed him across the room. He could see where Thad was directing, the taste of bile rising up his throat. Before he knew it, his stomach had ridden him of everything he had eaten today, leaving his throat raw, his head pounding and his body shaking from the mixture of the cool tiles surrounding him and the heat of a fever.

It wasn't until he could sit back and flush the toilet did he realise Thad's hand was on his back, rubbing gently. He nodded his head in thanks as he ripped a segment of toilet roll away to wipe his mouth, thankful when Thad stepped back to give him some room.

"Don't worry, everyone has the same reaction the first time their transported through the shadows. You feeling better now?" Kurt didn't have to look at Thad to know the vampire was enjoying his suffering.

"I'll be alright."

True, Kurt was feeling better now, but his mind was still spinning with what he'd heard in that darkness. He recognised his own voice, his father's voice and then had come the serene beauty of his mother's voice... but what was she talking about? He could vaguely remember his mother kneeling next to him and pointing towards two men... but what secret was she talking about? And why did they have to keep it from his dad? Whatever the answer, at least he had something to work on now. They had been heading towards somewhere which ended with 'Head'. There couldn't be that many places with that name, right?

Thad pulls out his phone, tapping away with purpose before pocketing it, "Come on. Blaine's only down the corridor."

On hearing Blaine's name, Kurt grasps Thad's hand and pulls himself up, the slight leap onto his feet a hint of the strength behind Thad's small form. Together they leave the bathroom and down the corridor, and yet again, Kurt feels the thrust of being thrown into a world he didn't know. While Thad and he walked at a gentle pace, nurses and doctors flew past them in a flash, just a gust of wind and the slightest of shoves the give away to their presence. When Kurt tried to watch them, tried to slow them down he could see the vast number of doctors in white coats and nurses in their blue uniforms, some with vampires seated in wheelchairs and others pushing through trolleys. It all sent him into a spiral when he'd turn to Thad who would seem to be moving in slow motion while his words dragged out in low, slurred harmonies.

Bringing himself back to the present, he let the vampires fire past him, feeling slightly more at ease now that he knew what was going on, deciding to instead urge Thad to hurry on to Blaine's room. An elevator opened just ahead of them and both of them felt a sense of relief to see Wes step out, looking slightly flustered in his ruffled grey suit.

"Wes!" Cried Thad, flying to his friend's side, "I'm so glad you're here."

"Hunter came to relieve me, told me what was going on. How is he?" Wes explained briefly.

"We don't know, we just got here."

Wes' eyes turned to Kurt with a frown, "What's he doing here? Humans aren't allowed on this level."

"He wants to help Blaine, said he could heal him and he'd let Blaine feed from him." Thad explained.

Wes' frown deepened, "There will be a human on standby for Blaine."

"I can do this!" Kurt piped up, annoyed at being spoken of as if he wasn't there.

Wes sighed, "Kurt, if what I've been told is true then this won't be easy. Blaine's going to be a complete mess in there."

"Please let me help."

Kurt made sure to hold himself tall, show himself to not be the nervous wreck he actually was. If he were honest, he was petrified. He didn't know what was awaiting him, what state Blaine would be in, would Blaine have to feed from him straight away? Would it hurt? Would Blaine know to stop? He wasn't sure he truly remembered the spell his mother taught him. But if Wes could see his fear, he didn't say anything.

"Alright, just... stay behind me for now." Wes warned him.

Together they walked the remaining distance to the end of the corridor where two guards opened the double doors into a suite and all too suddenly the screams and the growls of an enraged beast flooding Kurt's ears from the door to the right. Metal rattled from within, feet trampled the floor and agitated voices called out orders but were hardly audible above the animalistic cries.

Thad and Wes were through the doors in moments, joining in the bustle, while Kurt could only move his feet one at a time, and with each step, his breathing got heavier. That was Blaine's voice, Blaine screaming and thrashing... Blaine was crying out for... help? Blood? His hands shook as he placed them on the wooden door and with a deep breath, tentatively pushed open the door.

"Hold him down!"

Wes and Jeff were pushing down the blood covered body of Blaine onto the bed while nurses worked around them, trying to clamp the metal bars over his body, but Blaine was thrashing too much. His chest was bare, there were no wounds anymore but blood remained from the wounds on his neck and from where the doctors had tried to inject him. His hair was an unruly mess of black, knotted curls, his skin was as pale as the walls and his eyes were red. His fangs hung low while he tossed his body from side to side to avoid the pressing hands of Wes, Thad, David and Jeff; all of which were struggling with the two doctors to subdue the vampire.

"We can't do anything until he's restrained!" One of the doctors shouted.

Blaine's fangs tore through the arm of a nurse as she tried to reach over to push down on a shoulder, her screams searing through room before she's flown out by another nurse and all at once Thad, Wes, David and Jeff force Blaine down on the bed allowing the metal bars to clamp down against his hips, chest, each wrist and each ankle. With Blaine restrained, though thrashing and hissing at those around, one of the doctors attended to the injured nurse, surveying her wounds as they healed while the other doctor spoke with Wes and Jeff.

Slowly, Kurt approached the bed, his eyes fixed on the form before him of the man he didn't recognise. Though his body still looked strong and firm, his skin was become translucent and dry, his lips were cracked and turning blue and those eyes; no more were they a warm, inviting hazel but a deep, cold blood red, fixed on Kurt's neck with fangs hanging low and stained with the nurse's blood. He was a terrifying sight, sending Kurt's heart jumping into his throat but he had to help Blaine, he had to fight past his fears and help him.

Reaching forward with trembling fingers, Kurt tried to place his hand on Blaine's chest, chanting quietly to himself as he did, but all too suddenly Blaine's body jerked, thrusting towards him with fangs snapping. A shriek from Kurt had everyone turning to him and brought the doctors to the bedside.

"Who brought this pet here? No pets allowed on this level!" Yelled one of the doctors, who pushed Kurt away from Blaine.

"He's here to help Blaine." Thad spoke up, pushing the doctor away from Kurt and holding him close.

"We have a human to give Blaine blood once we've got him in a stable condition." Hissed the other doctor who was trying to inject Blaine with a clear liquid but failing miserable.

"I can do more than that!" Kurt shouted out, gaining the intrigued attention of both doctors, "Please, I'm half pixie but I have a lot of skill in healing magic... I can help Blaine, just tell me what I need to do and then... he can have my blood; it'll help him recover quicker when I fuse it with my magic."

The doctors looked torn for a moment, looking between one another, trying to determine their best action.

"I want Kurt to try. You're having no luck keeping Blaine still and you won't be able to, not with his strength." Wes demanded.

With a heavy sigh the two doctors nodded between one another before allowing Kurt back over to the bed, explaining that Kurt would need to extract the rogue blood from his system and also remove the infected cells. Again Kurt allowed himself a moment to observe Blaine, but this time, with all the others around the bed, Blaine frantically looked between them all, his focus spread too thinly between each of the bodies around him to notice Kurt's hand hovering over his chest.

Slowly, and in a whispered voice, Kurt began to chant and though, within he was panicking that he'd forget the next line, it just kept coming and before long he was back around repeating himself and with each repetition he became more confident in what he was doing. A green aura started to seep through his pores on his outstretched arm and down around Blaine's thrashing body. No one else could see the aura, only Kurt, and he vaguely remembered seeing these auras around his school and not understanding them, until he spoke with one of the pixie teachers; he didn't explain much, just that only pixies can see the aura of a spell.

It was strange how this spell worked, all Kurt had was a gut feeling; he could feel Blaine's energy and at the same time he could feel a darker energy within him, and it was this that Kurt had to concentrate on and draw out. There was a collective gasp as the wounds on Blaine's neck opened up and a steady stream of dark red blood slips out and soaked into the bedding below.

"What's going on?" David shouted out, panic in his voice.

"It's just the infected blood." A doctor confirmed as he tested the blood.

Only moments later Blaine was settling against the bed, his limbs resting at his side and his eyes closing as his breathing evened out. A collective sigh of relief resounded around the room and the nurses and doctors were all over Blaine, hooking him up to monitors, removing the restraints and taking more blood as Kurt continued until he couldn't feel anymore of the darkness within Blaine.

"Did you get it all, Kurt?" Asked Wes as he came to his side.

"Yeah, it's all gone." Kurt confirmed, blinking away the haze the spell had him in.

"Thank you. You can go now... unless you still want Blaine to feed from you. We do have another human who can do that. You've done more than enough for him." Wes tried to comfort him.

"No, I'll do it. Blaine said it himself, my blood has much more nutritional value, it'll help him to recover faster. I can do this." Kurt explained.

With a nod from Wes, one of the doctors approached Kurt and explained that first Blaine would have to take the blood intravenously until he had enough strength to take Kurt's blood by himself. And so, Kurt sat there, next to Blaine's bed with a drain in his arm attached to Blaine's arm, and watched him sleep. The room had quietened with just one doctor, a nurse and Jeff and Wes hanging back to keep watch, while the many machines hooked up to Blaine beeped continuously.

Blaine would've looked like he was sleeping peacefully if it weren't for the painfully pale skin which wasn't warming no matter how much of Kurt's blood he took, and his cracked blue lips letting out harsh breathes. Kurt found it hard to believe that only an hour ago Blaine had been perfectly health, even glowing, but now he lay here, looking like death and still unable to control the fangs which still hung low. Kurt broke from his gaze as the doctor came back over and unattached the tubing from Kurt's arm.

"That's enough. We just need to wait until he's awake enough to digest your blood. I have to go and check on my other patients, but if you need anything, just press that red button." The doctor explained, pointing to the small device next to the bed.

Kurt nodded, "Thank you, doctor."

"Okay."

The doctor nodded to Wes before leaving the room with the nurse and leaving Kurt to watch over Blaine once again, leaning over to rest his arms on the edge of the bed, followed by his head resting on his arms. Even when Wes spoke, he stayed there, his face so close to Blaine's he could feel his cool exhale of air.

"You should sleep. We can wake you when he wakes up." Wes looked to his watch.

"No... I'll be alright. I want to stay here." Kurt whispered, eyes still on Blaine.

"You still need to deal with the press outside the hospital, Wes." Jeff spoke up.

Wes sighed heavily, "Okay, let's do that now before they start causing anymore hysteria."

Wes left the room, followed by Jeff who informed Kurt that they'd be right back. Kurt hummed his response, his fingers having reached out to stroke Blaine's hair, ignorant to the world around. Blaine had his undivided attention now and all he wanted was for Blaine to open his eyes and smile that smile that had Kurt's heart leaping into his throat. He would be a fool to not acknowledge his feelings for Blaine, no matter how new and untested they were and right now, if someone asked him how he felt for the vampire, he'd be honest. Even with the fog over his memory and the voices inside him telling him to not trust the vampire, he still had a warmth in his heart for Blaine.

A groan and a slight stir in the body before him had Kurt bolting to his feet and reaching for one of Blaine's hands to squeeze. He watched as Blaine's forehead creased, his brows furrowed and his pink tongue peaked out to wet his dry lips. Blaine's hand squeezed Kurt's while the other moved up to rub over his eyes and his body twist and turned to throw away all the aches he was feeling. Once the hand moved away from his face, Kurt was greeted by those stunning hazel eyes and he couldn't help the wide grin he gave Blaine along with his watery eyes.

"Hey... it's about time you woke up." Kurt whispered.

Blaine groaned, rubbing his eyes again, "What happened?"

Kurt was slightly taken aback by that question, "What's the last thing you remember?"

A heavy sigh was his response at first while Blaine blearily looked around the room, "Umm... we were in the park, and I was going to take you home... the park was under attack."

Blaine shot up, his eyes wide, but cried out gripping his head and losing his balance, but Kurt was there to hold him up and slowly lower him back down to the bed, "Hey, take it easy. No sudden movements, okay?"

"Did anyone get hurt?" Blaine heaved past his raw throat.

"... I think some did, I don't know how many." Kurt pushed back the memories from the park; there were some things he would be happy to forget.

Blaine licked his lips again, "I need a drink."

Kurt bit his lip and sat on the edge of the bed, ignoring Blaine's confused stare as he removed his collar, placing down at the end of the bed and unbuttoning a couple of buttons to expose his neck. He could see Blaine swallowing hard and could tell his breathing was becoming frantic as his fangs fought against Blaine to seek out that flesh.

"Kurt, no. Stop." Blaine whispered, a layer of sweat covering his brow.

"Blaine, it's okay. I want to do this. Wes and the doctors agreed to let me do this, and we both know that my blood will help you recover faster." Kurt explained.

"Kurt, I..."

"When I spoke with Nick, he reminded me of a spell I used to use to stop... I was bullied a lot at school, but this spell helped with the pain. I'll be okay, I want to give you this. I want you to get better."

Carefully, Kurt helped Blaine to sit up and allowed him to lean against him for support, shivering as Blaine's cool breath slipped across his neck and the tip of a fang nipped at his skin but didn't break through. This was it, Kurt would need to relax and give himself over to Blaine, and by the way Blaine was whispering his name over and over again while running a hand through his hair, he knew that wasn't going to be hard.

It was almost like Blaine had him under his own spell, the cool air on his neck sending shivers coursing through his body, the hand threading through his hair, leading his head to tilt and turn as he pleased and the whispered voice echoing his name, urging him towards the source and sending him into a peaceful yet sensual frame of mind. As Blaine leant into his neck, Kurt tilted his head further for him and began to chant quietly to himself; his memory told him he could do this without the chant, but he didn't trust himself to be able to do that just yet. Kurt braced himself, concentrating his chant on the section of neck Blaine was currently adorning with kisses.

Kurt gasped and moaned against the gentle touch, slowing down his chant in order to enjoy the tender press of lips on his neck and the thrill it sends down his spine, into his groin. He didn't mean for it to affect him like that, but Blaine's touch was so gentle and the little moans come from Blaine weren't helping his predicament. One hand slides round to press firmly against his chest, pushing Kurt down across the bed, leaving his head hanging over the edge, his neck completely exposed.

He watches as Blaine crawls over him, fangs sharp, eyes focused on the blood flowing through Kurt's neck and as Blaine lowers himself down over Kurt, a hand finding his hair and pulling back gently; Kurt begins to chant once more. He can feel the tip of the fangs on his neck and with the slightest of pauses from Blaine, Kurt knows this is it. With his eyes closed, Kurt is thrown into the foreign pressure against his neck. The spell works perfectly, numbing his body from the pain, only the feel of the two intrusions slowly digging deeper into his neck and the slip of blood escaping Blaine's seal around his fangs the only indication that Blaine has sunk his fangs and is now tasting his blood.

As his blood fills Blaine's mouth, it isn't until he feels Blaine suck and swallow the blood that Kurt moans, the slight rock and pull from the fangs, awakening his body. He can hear Blaine groaning around each mouthful of his blood, followed by his own moan when Blaine's body rocks against his while his fangs try to dig deeper and pull him closer. It's a strange sensation, different to every other time Kurt has had his blood taken; before the pain would become overshadowed by a rush of pleasure that would be dizzying and leave you feeling disorientated and unable to control his movements.

Now Kurt couldn't feel any pain, and the pleasure he felt came not from the spell but from every touch Blaine gave him, from the hand running through his hair, while the other sat on his hip, his thumb rubbing circles into his skin, to the weight of Blaine's body on his, rocking with him. The vibrations of each groan and moan against his neck was overwhelming against the feel of the fangs tugging on him and the blood being sucked from his neck, leaving him moaning for more and clinging to Blaine, holding him in place.

He opened his eyes to watch Blaine rock above him, his exposed skin around his neck looking healthy once more and returning to its stunning olive hue. His hair was once again glossy and his curls looks tamed, his body looked strong, curving in a way as to hint of the returned developed muscles underneath and Kurt could even feel that Blaine's lips were no longer cracked and dry, but soft and moist.

Kurt groaned again, his fingers running through Blaine's curls and holding him close, wanting him closer. He almost wanted the spell to fade away, wanted to feel how gentle Blaine was being and how little pain he was putting upon Kurt, but he wasn't brave enough yet. This was such a leap, to let a vampire willingly take blood from him since that fateful day, but he was glad it was Blaine, glad that Blaine could make him feel so good about something so foreign... so dangerous.

He could feel himself becoming dizzy with the blood loss and with his body trying to rebuild that blood within. He wondered if Blaine was aware of how he was beginning to feel, was he going to stop or was his hunger too deep. A slight panic filled Kurt and gently but assertively he patted Blaine on the back, a sigh of relief following when he felt Blaine stop swallowing.

"Blaine..." Kurt whispered, unsure of how to stop Blaine without feeling guilty.

Carefully, Blaine retracted his fangs but not without a hiss from Kurt, and licked his lips clean as he pushed himself up to look down on Kurt. Kurt could now make out his own coarse breathing and slight sweat over his body, while his cheeks burnt and his groin ached for the heat of Blaine's body again. Blaine however looked composed, eyes clear and focused, breathing slow and steady and if not for the ruffled clothing and blood on his chin, you wouldn't suspect anything was wrong.

Kurt caught Blaine's eyes going back to his neck and for a moment he panicked, not ready for Blaine to take more, scared he'd faint from the loss of blood, but when only Blaine's hand reached out to stroke the skin of his neck, he relaxed; Blaine was watching his skin repair itself. Kurt watched Blaine, watching him, and in that moment, felt Blaine become more than a vampire or his rescuer or a friend. Blaine's eyes met his and a gasp caught in his throat, he could see so much in Blaine's eyes and his expression but something stood out amongst the rush that he had to fix.

"Blaine, please don't feel bad about taking my blood. I wanted you to, you needed it." Kurt was amazed his voice sounded so steady.

"I didn't take too much, did I?"

"No, and if you need more then you can have it. Just give me a moment to recover."

Kurt beamed at the nervous chuckle and smile Blaine gave him, "Thank you... for saving me."

Kurt smiled, "You did the same for me."

A shiver ran through Kurt's body at the stare Blaine was giving him, he could see how much Blaine wanted his blood again, could see the tip of a fang sneaking past his upper lip and the way his eyes fixated on his neck. It both excited him and scared him, but he trusted Blaine and that bite, though full of desperation and need, was kind and gentle.

"You have no idea what you've done to me." It came as a whisper from Blaine, almost a thought to himself, but Kurt heard it, biting his lip in response.

The doors to the room burst open as Wes and Jeff stepped in, their frowns disappearing as they noted the condition of their friend, turning into grins at the position in which they found Blaine and Kurt. All too quickly, Blaine was off the bed and throwing on his shirt while wiping blood from his chin. Wes was at Blaine's side, checking him over with worry and anticipation, grinning wide when he looked into his friend's eyes.

"You are the luckiest bastard I have the unfortunate pleasure of knowing."

Blaine smiled, rubbing his neck, "That close, eh?"

"Dude! We couldn't hold you down, you were going nuts, there was no way we were going to be able to get that shit out of you. Kurt here, was the one who saved you." Jeff yelled, pointing at Kurt who sat, curled up on the bed.

Blaine turned to Kurt, giving him a gentle smile, "Then I'm a very lucky guy." Blaine smile went wide at the blush he caused on Kurt's cheeks before turning to Wes and Jeff, "Do we know what happened out there?"

Wes shook his head, "I've got a team searching the surrounding areas of the park, but the contamination teams are already clearing out the park and burning the bodies."

Blaine's growl sent Wes stepping back, "Who ordered that? Those bodies are evidence! They could tell us who did this?"

Wes hesitated for a moment, "Hunter... his team deduced that it was a random attack."

Glass flew across the room as Blaine tossed a tray full of beakers against the far wall, crying out in anger as he did so, "That was planned! Someone set us up and you just allowed all our evidence to go up in smoke!"

"Hey, Blaine, calm down. You know we can't have rogue blood and bodies loitering, it's too dangerous, especially in the centre of town." Jeff stepped forward, placing his hands on Blaine's arms to try and calm him, and Kurt could tell that even though it looked like Jeff had the lightest of touches on Blaine, he was actually using all his strength to hold Blaine still; his biceps tense under his jacket.

"We could have cordoned it off." Blaine hissed.

"We did, but we were still finding some vampires transporting into the park to look for their loved ones. Wes and Hunter had to make the decision since you were in no state to do so yourself." Jeff explained.

"We can still track where they came from, we've got the dogs following their tracks and Hunter has a team checking the security cameras. We'll find out who did this." Wes added once he could see that Blaine was calming down.

Blaine sighed, and Kurt could see how busy Blaine's head was with thoughts and worries, "We need to have a press-"

"Already done. They know what they need to know, I've already stated that you'll speak with them once you're feeling better."

"I'm fine." Blaine forced, standing tall, but Wes wasn't fooled.

"No you're not. You need to go home and rest up, get some more blood in you and then we'll see how 'fine' you are."

Blaine glanced to Kurt as Wes spoke, inadvertently licking his lips and watching as Kurt shuddered and brought a hand to his bare neck, rubbing nervously. He could still taste that blood on his tongue and in his fatigued state it was doing nothing but making him want more. He could feel it working, returning strength to his muscles and deep down he knew it would be enough to suffice him for a day or two, but the greed within him and the remaining weariness only urged him on to take more.

He got something from Kurt's blood which he didn't get from any other, and he didn't believe it had anything to do with Kurt being a pixie; it was Kurt, it was all Kurt. Kurt was a drug to which he didn't mind becoming addicted to and with how much he'd just taken, he felt he already was addicted; his fangs were becoming harder to keep retracted.

He should feel guilty, he told Kurt he wouldn't take his blood before the drug was out of his system, and by the slight cloud over his eyes, Blaine could see the drug was still there, but it was Kurt who'd offered his blood, Kurt who'd arched his neck and displayed himself for Blaine and it was Kurt who made those luscious, wanton sounds and writhed under him. Kurt had enjoyed it and even though Blaine didn't know how Kurt had done that without a drug, he was glad.

"So, will you go home? I'll come by in the morning, don't bother coming in for the next two days and then it's your review week after that, so I don't want to see you in the office until the week after that. I'll bring your files round." Wes ordered.

"Fine." Blaine sighed, though inside he was happy to know that he could lock himself away in his apartment for a while... with Kurt.

"Good." Wes spoke, his voice high in surprise in Blaine's unusual willingness to leave things in his hands and go home. "Okay..."

"Can you slip through the shadows?" Jeff asked, checking his watch.

"I should be able to." Blaine nodded.

"Okay, Kurt, if he needs it will you let him feed from you when you get back?" Wes asked.

Kurt nodded, standing from the bed to stand with Blaine, looking into his eyes, "Of course."

A hand to the cheek was Blaine's response to Kurt, his thumb rubbing softly over his skin.

"Right, we'll deal with the ruckus outside and I'll see you in the morning." Wes nodded to them.

"Thank you, Wes... Jeff." Blaine spoke up, looking away from Kurt for only a moment.

"Just behave and get some rest." Jeff offered before leaving the room with Wes.

Picking the collar off the bed, gently Blaine locked it in place around Kurt's neck, a slight thrill running through his bone with how Kurt allowed him to do that, even arching his neck to give him better access. With his hand wrapped around the leash, Blaine pulled Kurt with him into the corner of the room next to the light switch. Kurt followed willingly, wrapping his arms around Blaine's neck as his arms wrapped around his waist.

"Ready?" Blaine asked, pulling out his phone and typing in a code.

"Yeah. Thad transported me this way to get here." Kurt explained.

Blaine smiled, squeezing Kurt to him, "Hold on."

Pressing his head into the crook of Blaine's neck, covering his eyes from the impending darkness, Kurt held on tightly to Blaine and instead of letting the darkness overwhelm him, just filling his senses with the warm presence around him. He could hear Blaine's slow yet steady heartbeat, feel his sculptured body under his suit and his cool breath against his cheek... and he wanted nothing more than to remain where he was.

He didn't even realise they were no longer in the hospital until Blaine gave his a gentle peak on the cheek and whispered to him that they were home. Kurt couldn't agree more, he did feel like he was home; not the home he was born and raised in – he could never go back there, not in the arms of his father – that was different. This feeling was of a place he wanted to make his own with Blaine; it was comforting, loving and safe. What's more, he didn't feel the same nausea he felt when travelling with Thad; with Blaine, yes he felt a little dizzy, but nothing else.

Lifting his head from Blaine's shoulder, Kurt blinked his eyes open to look around at the now closed blinds at the back of the apartment, the dimly lit lamps around the walls and the warmth lifting from the growing heat of the fireplace. It was a strange feeling being here at that moment, as if the last few hours had never happened, but the waning figure leaning against him told otherwise.

"Blaine?"

The groan of exhaustion from Blaine had Kurt carefully helping him to his knees in front of the fire, hands searching his body for the source of his discomfort. The signs were obvious; the pale skin, the cracked lips and the harsh breathing:

"You need more blood." Kurt was already removing his collar as he spoke.

"I can take it from the fridge, it's okay. I don't want to force you." Even his voice sounded weak.

"No... I can heal you, give you the energy you need this time." Kurt explained.

"You can do that?" Blaine asked, the confusion sending him tumbling back onto his heels.

"Yes. Blaine, I want to do this." Kurt urged, cupping Blaine's face to make the vampire look at him, stroking his cheek as he did.

"How are you so brave?"

Kurt couldn't help but smile and chuckle at the bewildered look given to him, "Because I have you to give me courage."

Long white fangs slipped below Blaine's lower lip, causing Kurt to shiver and tilt his neck for him, only to have his chin lifted and cold, yet welcoming lips press against his own. He could feel the fangs against his skin but it didn't phase him, bringing his own lip over the tip, tearing enough skin to let a slither of blood escape and enjoying the feral groan that followed. Blaine attacked his lips ferociously, lapping up the blood while his tongue explored every cavern of Kurt's mouth.

Kurt melted, his own wanton moans matching Blaine's as his body exploded with unexplored pleasures which Kurt wanted nothing more than to explore. His arms wrapped around Blaine's neck, while his fingers tugged at those silky black curls. He was as close to Blaine's body as he could be but still he wanted more. With a directing tug on those curls, Kurt pulled Blaine away from his bruising lips long enough to lead him to his neck, where Blaine's lips latched onto his skin, sucking hard whilst his tongue lapped up his essence.

Kurt was already chanting between his greedy moans, numbing his neck to what was about to come, even though a small part of him told him to not complete the chant, to see how much the bite would hurt without the incantation completed. But now was too soon for that, especially while he was also pouring his healing energy through his own blood, ready for when Blaine took what he needed.

A hand tugs at his hair, tilting his head back and then the faint pressure of those fangs on his skin before they pierced through, slipping deeper and deeper until they reached the nectar. Again Kurt couldn't feel any pain, just the pull of his blood being forced out and the gentle tugging from Blaine, pulling Kurt closer and closer, rocking his body against Blaine's.

The satisfied groans from Blaine let Kurt know that the blood was helping, that the healing spell was spreading through Blaine's body and soon enough, Blaine would be feeling better... and Kurt couldn't be happier. He knew this was going to change everything and he and Blaine would have to sit down and talk about their arrangement, but he welcomed it and what it would bring. The question of what would happen once he found his family crossed his mind, but that could wait, right now he was only interesting in helping the man in his arms in any way he could.