The last couple of days had come and gone within Blaine's apartment, with only Wes' visit on the first day to inform Blaine on the little progress made in finding out how the rogues got into the park and who may have sent them, with a parting note that he'd be back today with Blaine's reports. Apart from that, the only contact Blaine allowed within his home from the outside world was the news channels and the occasional phone call from Freya concerning any duties which she couldn't sign off on her own.

The first day Blaine woke after the attack felt like nothing had happened; no sores, no lingering aches in his bones and muscles and surprisingly, his skin still held a warmth and a glow as if he'd just feasted on a goblet of blood. Kurt's blood had renewed his body and mind, just like the first time all those weeks ago when he'd enjoyed it; he had a spring in his step which he knew would stay with him for a while. However, with that renewed energy came a need to taste that blood again, to enjoy that exotic taste slip down his throat and settle on his tongue again. It's not that he found Kurt's blood addictive, it just tasted better than any blood he had ever tasted.

He'd heard tales that a vampire can find himself wanting only one human's blood; Jeff was a perfect example with Nick. Even though he allowed Nick to take part in blood parties and give his blood to blood banks, Nick knew that he'd have to allow enough for Jeff, who now refused to drink from anyone else. His father was also another example, though his tale turned tragic when he was forced to turn his mother into a vampire when she was hunted down and received severe wounds to all her organs and the child she was carrying. They lost the child, their first born, and his father lost the taste of his wife's blood... his nectar.

Was Kurt his Nick? His Jane? And if he was did Blaine really want to tell Kurt the truth about the city he sought out. Did he want to risk Kurt leaving him as soon as his debt was paid and never returning from the trap laid by those cunning, manipulative pixies? But in the same breath, Blaine knew he'd have to do something if Kurt's family had truly taken that path. He'd have to make a few phone calls before he sat Kurt down to explain about the city, about Trevose Head.

Strangely, though Kurt's memory had all returned to him and the spark and sass in his personality had returned, the city remained an enigma to him, only remembering the last part. It was as if the pixie in him was warning him to not go, and Blaine prayed that part of Kurt kept fighting, at least until he had a plan.

Blaine also didn't want to ruin the routine they were building together in this apartment. On the morning after the attack, Blaine had awoken to the smell of coffee coming from his bedside table while a gentle weight dipped the bed at his side. Bleary hazel eyes had peeled open to be met with the illuminated view of Kurt sitting next to him in front of the open blinds, his hair and skin bleached in the morning light and his silk purple shirt open with one side slipping from his shoulder, inviting Blaine in to his exposed neck.

In his morning haze, Blaine had allowed his body to push up whilst a hand wrapped around Kurt's neck and pulled that luscious neck towards his waiting fangs. He had only taken a sip, just enough of that delicious blood to keep him going for the day, the back of his mind hoping Kurt would be there again the next morning... and he was. It was true that Blaine could feed from Kurt and be sated for a week, but this way, by just taking a small amount, he could enjoy these moments and listen to Kurt's beautiful, greedy moans every day.

It also meant Blaine could help Kurt pay off his debt; even if a large part of him was saying not to, or at least take off a zero from each feed in order to keep Kurt with him for longer. Kurt had reprimanded him for the payments but had come to accept them when Blaine explained he'd only have to pay similar amounts for the blood sitting in his fridge. So when Kurt was there again this morning, climbing onto Blaine's bed, coffee already set on the side, unbuttoning his shirt, Blaine knew he could get use to this; even with the shadow of money lingering over them.

Blaine looked up from his tablet when Kurt called out to him from the computer in a questioning tone. Dropping his tablet onto the sofa, Blaine stepped by the piano to the desk, letting his hand rest on the back of Kurt's neck, squeezing gently whilst his thumb rubbed calming circles over the soft skin. The way Kurt leant into his touch exhilarated him, a smile settling on his lips as he looked over Kurt's shoulder to the screen.

"What's up?" Blaine asked, taking in the list of events for pets and freed humans to sign up for on the screen.

"I need you to sign me off on the concert I'm doing with Nick." Kurt explained, clicking on the link.

Blaine reached for the screen, typing in his security code, his finger lingering over the options for pets, "What did you want to sign up for?"

Kurt shrugged, "Well, Nick wants me to sing with him and asked if I could play a small piano duet with him." Kurt paused as Blaine ticked off entertainment, then singing and instrumental, "I'm not sure about feeding though. I mean, I'm getting use to it with you, but I don't know how I'd be with someone else."

Blaine reached down and kissed Kurt's temple, a habit he'd also developed and wasn't ashamed to take advantage of, "You'll only have to feed the security team, and those are hired by Jeff, so it wouldn't be a bad start to see how you get on."

"Okay," Kurt sighed, "Yeah, I'll give it a go."

Blaine's hand squeezed Kurt's neck, meant to be comforting but hinted at Blaine's possessive nature, something that didn't go unobserved by Kurt as Blaine felt a shiver shoot through his spine.

"There was one party I wanted to ask you about. It's paying really big money, more than any other, and I wanted to know if there was something more to it. It says you're attending." Kurt muttered, submitting the form for Nick's show then returning and scrolling through the list.

Blaine had a good idea which event Kurt was talking about but kept quiet for now, a fleeting hope that Kurt would be talking about something else racing through his mind. He swallowed the lump in his throat when Kurt did indeed click on that dreaded link and with a delicate pale finger, point out his interest on the screen

"See! I don't understand why this one is offering so much. What's going on?" Kurt asked, looking up at Blaine with eager inquisitive, clear eyes.

Blaine coughed, trying to find his voice, "It's a large ball for all dignitaries in the area. It will house Governors from six other cities, including their closest allies and the elite. It is an event to welcome the Count to the city."

"The first?" Kurt asked, with wide, terrified eyes.

"Yes. He doesn't visit these cities that often, so this event is very important and all pets and freed humans who agree to attend will be tested and inspected... and informed of the need to let a number of vampires feed heavily from them. There won't be any sexual requests but at these large events it has been known for vampires to contest one another; seeing who can drain the most blood or who can make the first human faint.... stupid games like that. It's all so they can show the Count how good of a vampire they are." Blaine explained, feeling disgusted at his specie's behaviour.

"That's awful. Why does the Count let that go on?" Kurt had turned in his chair slightly to look more intently up at Blaine.

"It amuses him." Blaine quipped, sucking back his fangs.

"Have you met him?" Kurt asked.

"A few times. He's a good man and he believes in my vision of the future for vampires, but that doesn't stop him from enjoying the games and rituals of the old days." Blaine sighed, his eyes flickering towards the screen, "I will be there, so I can protect you, but it's up to you. If I were you, I'd opt for a multiple of options including singing, performing and musical entertainment, that way you won't have time to have so many vampires baying for your blood."

Just the thought of watching other vampires sinking their dirty fangs into Kurt's neck had Blaine's hand gripping the back of Kurt's neck just a little tighter while his fangs glistening in the light as they extended. He knew he had no right to claim Kurt like this, but how could he not with how affected he was becoming by the beauty of the man before him?

"Can I not opt out of feeding?" Kurt asked, his eyes scanning the screen.

"No, not at this one. The elders... and the Count, don't see well to being denied blood." Blaine sighed.

"Okay. I'll just add a few more categories. It'll be nice to be busy anyway..." Kurt looked back up at Blaine, "That is, if you're okay with it. I don't have to do this one if it will make you uncomfortable."

Blaine forced himself to relax, his eyes meeting Kurt's with the realisation that he had noticed how tense he'd become, "No, it's okay. Do it if you want, I'll see if Nick will do it too. That way I can have another pair of eyes on you."

Kurt smiled up at Blaine, a hand reaching back for his and prising it from his neck to press a tender kiss to his palm. Blaine's breath caught as he watched Kurt's eyes flutter close and his pink lips seek out his skin; his cool skin warming to the touch of those soft lips. Electric blue flicked up to him, capturing him, with a sly smirk on those lips now.

"You know, I could probably take down most of those vamps." It was meant to be a harmless play, but Blaine could see a truth behind those words, and for a moment, Blaine wondered what other skills Kurt had remembered since the cloud of the drug had lifted.

Kurt's mood had brightened with his cleared mind and both evenings they had taken a seat in front of the fire with a variety of wines which Kurt seemed to enjoy sipping on then dismissing, only to move on to another, much to Blaine's amusement, and they had exchanged stories about their families, friends and stints in their local glee clubs. Blaine hadn't wanted the evenings to end, soaking up every last bit of information Kurt allowed him to hear. He found Kurt insightful, intelligent and inspirational... and he wanted to know more about what made Kurt who he was today.

"Not these ones." Blaine smiled, stroking Kurt's cheek, "Some of these vampires will be over four hundred years old. Not the sort of thing a young half pixie wants to be taking on, unless you're hiding something from me."

Kurt smiled back at Blaine, biting his lower lip whilst looking back at the screen, "I wouldn't mind testing out what I can remember, see how rough my skills are now."

Blaine watched Kurt confirm his participation in the ball and as Kurt sat back, Blaine reached over him and tapped in his code then, as he slipped back, let his nose run across Kurt's neck, taking in his scent and enjoy the shiver he can see rushing over Kurt's body.

"I'll take you somewhere after the gig with Nick. Somewhere you can test those skills... If you're brave enough, I'll even let you take me on." Blaine challenged.

Kurt grinned up at him, "Oh, I'm going to take you down Anderson."

Blaine grinned back, showing off his fangs, "Confident, aren't you? Finally got your spark back."

"You like it." Kurt winked, his eyes flickering to his fangs.

"I do. I just hope it's not ill-placed... kinda looking forward to getting a good work out with you now." Blaine teased, leaning over Kurt.

Kurt swallowed hard as Blaine leant in closer and closer, "You won't be enjoying it when I throw you down."

Blaine sighed against Kurt's lips, enjoy the sight of that little pink tongue slipping out to moisten them, "The only way you'll be throwing me down, is if I let you."

Kurt's breath hitched, his eyes flickering to Blaine's lips and that was all he needed to lean in and press their lips together, enjoying the sound of Kurt's wanton moan before he let his own moan travel up from his core. Blaine would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy this part of their ever developing relationship as well. Since the night they returned from the hospital and shared that frantic kiss, it wasn't uncommon for them to steal a kiss here and there. Neither of them had questioned the first kiss, or why they had continued to share more while not taking them any further, but as Blaine's lips moved over Kurt's with his fangs tearing into the corner of his mouth allowing him to suckle on droplets of his exquisite blood, he didn't care. Just as long as he could continue to be like this with Kurt, for now, he was happy.

"Blaine." Kurt breathed against his lips, "Blaine." He repeated.

"Yes." Blaine whispered, moving his lips down Kurt's neck, smile widening at the gasped moan he receives as his reward.

"The doorbell. Someone's at the door."

Blaine heard it this time, followed by the incensed banging on the door in a frantic rhythm which could only be one person, and that person was lucky Blaine cared about him so much. With a heavy sigh Blaine pressed a kiss onto Kurt's forehead before standing up and walking up to the front door.

"It's only Wes." Blaine called back to him.

And a very impatient, annoyed looking Wes, by the glare he was getting from his friend when he opened the door, and all Blaine could give him was a shy, embarrassed smile and the rub of a hand on the back of his neck.

"Um... you been waiting long?" Blaine asked with a dry chuckle.

"Too long mister. Don't tell me you lost your amazingly sharp enough to hear the gossip on the other side of the dorms hearing in all of this mess?" Wes snapped, stepping by Blaine and flopping down on the couch, riffling through his briefcase, "Hey Kurt." He called, eyes glued to his paperwork.

"Hey Wes." Kurt replied, biting on his lip nervously, "Do you want a drink?"

"Hmm?" Wes looked up from his papers while Blaine sat next to him, processing what was just said to him, "Oh, yeah, please. But not any of that rubbish Blaine has in his fridge." Riffling through his briefcase again, Wes held out a flask, "Could you warm this up for me?"

Kurt stepped over and took the flask, "Blaine? Do you want any?"

Blaine smiled up at Kurt, "Just a short one for me please."

Kurt returned the smile before disappearing into the kitchen. Wes watched as Kurt rounded the breakfast bar before turning back to his papers, "I didn't give you a week off to get frisky with your pixie, Blaine." Wes spoke in a hushed tone.

"And I haven't been." Blaine murmured back.

"Those looks you two keep sharing would say otherwise." Wes smirked at the shy blush creeping on Blaine's cheeks and the curve in Blaine's lips, "Takes a lot to make the all powerful Blaine Anderson blush."

"Don't call me that." Blaine growled.

"What? Anderson?" Wes smirked, dropping a large pile of paperwork in Blaine's lap, "Your reviews for the week."

Blaine sighed heavily, "This seems heavier than last month."

"A lot has happened this month." Wes chuckled, nodding his head back to the kitchen.

"Hunter?" Blaine asked.

"Hunter, everyone who works on the farm and I've put Jeff and David up for promotion with Thad getting a bonus which you'll have to justify and sign off. Everything for that is in there." Wes explained.

"Okay. I'll see what I can do."

Kurt returned with two steaming mugs, handing them over then sitting down in the armchair next to the fire, his eyes scanning over the paper in their hands. Blaine sipped on his blood as Wes did. Honestly, he didn't need any more blood, but he didn't want to risk his hunger clouding his mind with Wes sipping on his own mug of blood. Wes had a high standard for his blood, and even though Blaine didn't appreciate the taste of it, the smell would always draw him in and heighten his need.

"I've been watching the news." Blaine spoke up.

Wes huffed, "Enjoying the show?"

Blaine shook his head, "What's the truth?"

Wes looked over to Kurt, "Think he's recovered enough for me to talk work?"

Blaine's fangs shot out with a threatening growl and hiss with blackened eyes. Wes threw up his hand, "Okay! You're ready." Wes sat back, waiting for Blaine to calm down before continuing.

He told Blaine about the research they'd done on the rogues who attacked and where they were from. It appeared that the rogues originated from various cities neighbouring theirs, which caused even more confusion as to how they came together to attack the park. From the sniffer dogs, they'd be able to determine that the rogues entered the cities through an unmanned boarder gate. Upon inspection of the cctv and paperwork, it would appear that whilst the guards went on their break, no one came to cover them and the rogues jumped the gates.

Blaine's growl paused Wes' report, nodding in silent agreement that those guards who went off duty without cover would be losing their jobs. Wes confirmed that the guards who were suppose to cover them where held up with a ruckas from one of the human groups trying to gain access after Hunter denied them entry.

"Right now we're trying to find a connection between the individual rogues to see if we can find a link as to who brought them here." Wes concluded, downing the last of his blood.

"Okay... let me know when you find anything."

"Always do." Wes nodded, before looking up at Kurt, "How are you doing Kurt?"

Kurt smiled, "I'm doing well. Did you find anything out about that place I mentioned?"

Wes' smile faltered only slightly, "I've been looking but with little joy, but I promise I'll keep looking for you."

Kurt nodded, "Yeah, the internet here didn't bring up anything either."

Wes' gaze fell on Blaine for just a moment, "I promise, if I find anything I'll let you know. We'll find your family, Kurt."

"Thank you." Kurt's hopeful smile was more than Wes could bare.

"Right. I'm going to leave you two alone. Blaine. I'll see you in a week's time with these reviews all tidied up."

"As always."

Blaine stood and walked Wes to the front door, where Wes spun around and stepped in close to Blaine, whispering, "You blocked the web?"

"I had to, Kurt can't know of that place yet, it's too dangerous, he's too weak still and we have no idea if his family is still alive in there." Blaine whispered.

"Sebastian isn't just going to let me run through his inventory."

"You have your ways. I know you'd never let Sebastian outwit you." Blaine smirked.

"You're right there. I'm just making sure you know how dangerous this is for us."

"If Kurt's family is in that city, we need to get them out, not let Kurt go running into their trap."

"I know..." Wes squeezed Blaine's shoulder, "Look after him, and yourself."

"Will do. Say hello to Lottie for me." Blaine smiled, squeezing Wes' hand.

"Sure thing."

With that, Blaine waved Wes off before closing the door and strolling into the kitchen to wrap his arms around Kurt's waist while he washes out the two mugs. Blaine couldn't help but pepper Kurt's neck with little kisses, enjoying the short chuckles they elicit from him.

"What were you two talking about?" Kurt asked, tilting his neck for Blaine to gain more access.

"Just about those annoying reviews." Blaine grumbled against Kurt's neck.

"Can I help you in any way with those?" Kurt asked, emptying the sink and drying his hands, turning around in Blaine's arms to look at him.

Blaine could help but smile and reach his hands up to stroke his cheeks, "That's a lot of boring reading."

"I'm a quick reader." Kurt smiled.

"As fast as a vampire?" Blaine questioned.

"If not faster." Kurt whispered with a smirk.

Blaine tilted his head in intrigue, "Show me."

Slipping past, Blaine watched Kurt saunter over to the lounge and sit in front of the stack of paper on the coffee table. Joining Kurt at his side, Blaine watched as Kurt picked up the first file on one of the secretaries at the courts. In the blink of an eye, Kurt flicked through the ten pages of the report before handed it over.

"She has a slight issue with getting to work on time but apart from that, she's doing good." Kurt's grin was evidence of the look of shock and puzzlement on Blaine's face. Blaine flicked through the report himself, confirming what Kurt had just said.

Unsure of what he'd just seen Blaine asked Kurt to do that again and as Kurt picked up the next report, he pulled on his vampiric speed to slow Kurt's movements down, able to watch as Kurt scrolls down the page with his eyes and flicks through the pages with his thumb. Kurt was fast. Blaine could keep up with him, just.

"This one's good." Kurt smiled, holding out the file.

"How long have you been able to do this?" Blaine asked, still in shock.

Kurt shrugged, "I've always been able to do it, but have never had any control over it. Since the drug wore off, I've had more control over it."

Blaine grinned, putting the files down, "You really are going to put me through my paces when I get you in the gym, aren't you?"

Kurt smiled whilst biting his lip to hold back his adorable blush, "I told you."

The club was electric. Rammed to the hilt with humans and not a vampire in sight except for the security team backstage, everyone let their hair down; skin exposed as bodies rode together to the beat of the music. Multicoloured lights skimmed over the bodies in the arena as a thin fog danced around their feet and the music vibrated throughout.

The heat from the tirade of bodies was heightened on stage from the sound system and the lights beaming down and concentrating on the four bodies dominating the stage. Nick stood centre in black skinny jeans, teamed with a loose khaki t-shirt with both his arms draped in beaded and threaded bracelets. Eye liner emphasised his eyes with his hair swept back off his face as he gripped the microphone stand and sung for the masses, screams erupting from the crowd.

The song reached its crescendo while Kurt remained back stage, chanting frantically as one of the guards sunk his fangs into his neck. Kurt cringed, chanting louder as his hands gripped the railing the guard was currently pushing him into as he tried to sink his fangs deeper into his neck. It didn't feel like Blaine; this guard was rough and thoughtless to where he was biting, the sting on his fangs slipping through Kurt's chant and causing him to grunt and groan, much to the amusement of the guard.

This guard wasn't the first though, he'd already allowed three others to feed from him tonight and after the first one he'd thought about pulling out. The force these vampires fed from him with was brutal to the point where even healing those wounds hurt. But Kurt had to pull through, by being fed from his debt would be paid off much quicker than if he didn't and pulling out now would mean that the band would have to get drugged up to fed the hungry guards; something Nick didn't want to do. This was supposed to be a freed concert; it would do Nick no good if he was seen to be drugged and feeding vampires in front of this crowd.

Applause erupted and the guard tore out of Kurt's neck, making him cry and grip his neck, much to the amusement of the guard.

"You're up, fairy." The guard chuckled, walking away.

Kurt hissed as he forced his body to heal itself quickly, wiping away any blood left on his neck. He checked his appearance once more in the mirror, glad to see no blood had seeped onto his yellow shirt. Tucking it back into his dark wash jeans, Kurt stepped onto the stage and tapped the keyboard player on the shoulder, letting him take a break.

Nick stepped over to Kurt, picking up a bottle of water off the floor and taking a sip.

"You okay?" Nick shouted over the screams coming from the crowd.

"Yeah. I thought you said Jeff hired the security?" Kurt asked.

"He did... they being rough?" Nick asked, his eyes turning to back stage.

"Yeah. I can feel it past the chant." Kurt explained.

"I'll let Jeff know when I get back... but you can't blame them. Being surrounded by this crowd of sweaty, skin bearing humans is going to be hard on them." Nick explained, placing the bottle down.

"I know..." Kurt sighed, looking out over the crowds.

"Did they find that city you were looking for?" Nick asked while changing his guitar.

"No... Not yet."

"What was it again?" Nick looked down at his guitar as he tuned it up.

"Something 'Head'."

Kurt caught the flash of recognition in Nick's eyes, a wash of hope flooding him, "You know it, don't you? Did Jeff tell you something?"

Nick licked his lips, not meeting Kurt's eyes, "Kurt. You need to let Blaine deal with this."

"Nick. What's going on? You know that city, I can tell. What's it called and where is it?" Kurt hissed, his hands fisting over the keyboard.

"Kurt." Nick met his eyes, and Kurt saw it. Fear. Why would the city his family and friends were travelling to cause fear, and why was it being kept from him? "Kurt... I shouldn't be talking to you about this. Blaine's obviously hiding this from you for a reason, and you should trust him. You can't leave this city yet anyway."

"I know that but..." Was what Kurt was told in school true? Could he not trust a vampire after all?

"If it bothers you that much then talk to Blaine, but I promise you, he'll tell you when you're ready."

Kurt nodded to Nick meekly, watching as Nick returned to the front of the stage and cheered on the crowd, letting the shrill of his guitar sound throughout the club. But as much as Kurt wanted to pretend and be happy as the lights lit up the rest of the band, including him, he couldn't. Blaine was lying to him. Why would he keep this from him? Why was he stopping him from at least contacting someone in that city and finding out if his dad and Finn and everyone were alright.

I can see I'm a little unstable
Mystified, I'm tired and unable
To switch it on and switch it off daily
It's OK to say how you see me

It's about my time
There's no way
Please, this isn't working
I can't breathe
Got no air now

Nick's voice captivated his audience, encouraging them to join in. Nick had explained that this was a song he only sung to a human audience and it had become one of the songs that united the humans against the vampires. It allowed them to be free, free from the rule of the vampires. Kurt could relate to the song too, especially now, with secrets being kept from him and a suspicion that he couldn't trust those around him.

How can I live when I want to be free?
This is my time and these are my needs
It's OK to want before you fall down
You're sending me off on a mission I'm bound

Got to, got to, got to go crazy

Would Blaine even let him leave when his debt was paid? Would he continue this lie?

Can you tell I'm a little bit hungry?
Mr Fabulous don't impress me
He talks to me with a speech without words
With the vowels all missing and the truth unheard

Please, this isn't working
I can't breathe
Got no air now

It's all about the money
It's all about the fame
It's not about the way you live your life
This is how I'm gonna break it down now

How can I live when I want to be free?
This is my time and these are my needs
It's OK to want before you fall down
You're sending me up on a mission, I'm bound

Give it to me
Ha!

Kurt felt numb to the cheer of the crowd, his fingers moving over the keys mindlessly. He just wanted to get out of here. Get away from everything he thought he could trust. He didn't want to go back to Blaine's, but where else could he go? If he was caught on the streets alone he'd be dragged to the nearest farm.

Can't you see I'm a little bit weary
In a three piece suit and shoes that don't fit me
You're bright-eyed-bushy-tailed pushing it round
No I won't let it go, no I won't stop, won't stop

How can I live when I want to be free?
This is my time and these are my needs
It's OK to want before you fall down
You're sending me up on a mission, I'm bound

How can I live when I want to be free?
This is my time and these are my needs
It's OK to want before you fall down
You're sending me up on a mission, I'm bound

You're sending me up on a mission, I'm bound
You're sending me up on a mission, I'm bound
You're sending me up on a mission, I'm bound

Ha!

Kurt didn't hear the applause from the crowd as Nick took his bow. He didn't hear Nick as he and the band members talked about the evening and other gigs coming up while they were led out of the club, into the jeep and through the dark streets. He didn't hear Nick talking to him while he showed him to Blaine's apartment.

"Kurt." Kurt looked up to Nick when he heard his name, slightly shocked to see the sad look in Nick's eyes, "Blaine cares about you. He would never hurt you or do anything which would cause you pain or upset you. You can trust him."

A heavy sigh was Kurt's instant response before he could find the words, "It's hard to trust him when he's living up to some of the stereotypes I was brought up with."

Nick frowned, "He's not a blood sucking maniac, he doesn't tear into your neck and leave you to bleed to death and he doesn't force you on your hands and knees every night. Blaine is the nicest vampire I know... he has only ever had pure intentions for you, Kurt. He's just keeping you safe."

Kurt frowned, pulling out his key, "I don't need protecting." Turning his back to Nick, he opened the door and with a swift good bye closed the door behind him.

That's where he remained, leant against the door, listening to Nick's footsteps fade away down the corridor and then, silence. Nothing but his thoughts, probably the last thing he wanted at this moment. A mixture of pain, sadness and confusion. He needed to speak with Blaine, he needed to find out the truth and why it was being kept from him.