Burt was glad to have already finished off the last of his chips when Kurt trudged into the inn and slumped into the seat opposite him. He watched Kurt examine his plate, trying to figure out what had sat there before it was devoured while Burt sipped on the last of his beer. He'd left a few lettuce leaves on the side from the garnish the chefs had adorned his steak and chips with just to give Kurt the illusion he'd had a healthy meal. He wasn't sure if it was working.

"I don't think I want to know, do I?" Kurt asked, resting his chin in the palm of his hand.

"You know me, son." Burt couldn't help the sly smirk spreading on his lips.

"Yeah, I do."

The heavy sigh Kurt exerted let Burt know that he'd been caught, but for once he didn't let it faze him. He'd been eating healthy and heartily ever since his last blood party and decided that tonight was going to be his once in a blue moon treat. Silently he pushed a small bowl of assorted berries towards Kurt, bumping it into his resting arm to grab his attention.

"You need to eat too. If you get chosen you'll need your energy. You do not want to end up in one of the hospitals here... paying the bill would see us stuck here for quite a while." Burt held up a fork towards Kurt.

Taking the fork, Kurt prodded at the fruit, piercing a blueberry, "When you say... pay the bill?"

"I mean you'll be drained dry and attending blood parties until your bill is paid." Burt explained, reclining in his wooden chair and setting his empty glass aside.

Kurt nodded, slowly chewing on the berries, his appetite diminished thanks to the stress of the upcoming blood party, "How much longer until we reach Trevose Head?"

"A week if we can keep on the move. There's quite a large city which we may have to spend a couple of nights in but that shouldn't be a problem." Burt looked around the room as everyone from their group started to gather, aware of the time creeping up on them.

"Then we can make a shrine for Carole."

Burt looked back to Kurt, watching the light glaze over his eyes be washed away in a blink. It was true that they had not yet been given the time to grieve for Carole and create a shrine where they could sit and remember her.

It had only been six months and Burt, even with his memory failing him in his later years, could remember every second of that day. It was a Wednesday, so naturally, everyone was either at work or at school. Burt was at his garage laughing over the tale one of his pixie customers had about the carnival that took place the week before, when the drill of an alarm sounded around the village. There were many alarms that all the citizens had memorized and there was no mistaking the alarm which signalled a werewolf attack.

Burt had sent his customers away and told his staff to head home to their families, while gathering his own belongings and flipping through his contacts to call Kurt. He remembered the dread and fear he felt when that phone rang out and the eerie recorded voice of his son sang through on his voice mail. A phone call to Finn had his heart jumping into his throat at the scared, out of breath voice of his step son.

The school had already been attacked; apparently it was the first place the wolves ambushed. Finn had grabbed Rachel and fled to the music room to hide. It was only when the screams died away that they saw shadows lurking outside the door. Grabbing a chair, Finn was ready to attack when he recognised the voice of his step brother calling to him. Escaping together, they didn't stop until they reached Kurt's Navigator and drove carefully through the village towards the garage when Finn's phone went off.

Burt wished he'd gotten to the house first, maybe then he could've turned the kids away so they didn't have to see the blood on the grass, the fragments of glass from the broken windows and the claw marks dragged across the wooden walls and porch. He wished he could've stopped Finn racing up the stairs to their room to find his mother lain out on the bed, belly ripped open and blood soaked into the sheets.

It took all he had to drag Finn from the house and force him, Kurt and Rachel back into the Navigator. It took even more to not turn around to the sound of the howls just behind him, instead, jumping into the driver's seat, locking the doors and taking the quickest route out of the village. As they went, they'd picked up Tina, Mike and Puck, while other cars followed them into the underground tunnels built by the pixies centuries ago.

That's where they stayed for at least a week, working through the few supplies they had. It wasn't until the eighth day that Burt got a message from one of his customers to meet him to discuss their next move. That conversation started this journey across the country, with his small troupe of survivors to Trevose Head; one of the pixie capitals.

Burt looked around as everyone settled around the inn, nervous chatter building as eyes started to dart more frequently to the clock on the wall or to the watches around their wrists. It caused him to look down at his own watch, only to sigh when he saw how much time had passed.

"Don't worry, dad. I probably won't get chosen." Kurt tried to smile reassuringly, rolling a blackberry around his bowl.

"You know as well as I do that you will, son." He spoke as he removed his cap to run his hand over his bald head before replacing it.

"Only if the vampires choosing have tasted pixie blood." Kurt muttered, looking around to make sure no one was listening to them.

"Your blood will still taste richer compared to ours. You may only be half pixie but that'll be enough." Burt whispered, eyes turning to the door only to relax when Mike and Tina walk in and take a seat at a table by themselves.

"Is that why you didn't want me attending the blood parties? Because I'm half pixie?" Kurt popped the last blackberry into his mouth, his icy blue eyes staring at Burt, mimicking his mother's.

"No, I did it because you're my son, and I'm just trying to protect you from the horrors of this world." Burt smiled, reaching over to squeeze Kurt's hand.

Kurt smiled back stiffly, "I love you too, dad."

The door to the inn creaked on its hinges followed by the wooden beams on the floor creaking under the weight of the six men walking through and strategically taking up positions around the room, covering the exits. Burt focused in on the vampire they'd met before, his grey suit still looking as impeccable as before. An elderly lady pushed passed two of the other vampires and over to Wes, hands pressed firmly onto her hips.

"Is the rat pack really necessary, Wesley?"

"Just a precaution, Haley." Wes' smile spread wide, showing off his fangs. "I'll collect your guests' payment then be out of your hair."

Wes' eyes met with Burt's and he slowly stepped over to the table, his eyes dropping to his clipboard and scanning the names again. Burt leant back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest.

"So? Who is it this time?" Burt's eyes snapped to Kurt briefly, aware of the shaking in Kurt's hands.

Wes smiled, "Straight to the point. A man after my own heart. Right, so... For your payment we request the presence of Noah Puckerman, Tina Cohen-Chang, Santana Lopez and Kurt Hummel."

Noah, Tina and Santana were already on their feet and walking towards the front door as Kurt slowly willed his legs to hold him steady. His mind was awash with terrifying thoughts, making him feel slightly nauseous, his head spinning causing the conversation between Wes and his father to become hard to concentrate on.

"Four? Must be some party you're having." Burt quizzed, watching his son with worry.

"Just a reunion of sorts, I hope you don't mind." Wes bowed his head slightly in respect to the older man.

"I'd rather my son remained here." Burt argued, motioning a finger towards Kurt.

Wes sent a wandering look over Kurt's form, his tongue lapping over his fangs, forcing them to retreat back as far as they could, the tips protruding down slightly further than the rest. He turned his attention back to Burt, "For your son to remain, I want four more." The warning in Wes' voice was chilling.

Kurt snapped his eyes into focus, straightening his back, "Dad, it's fine. Don't worry."

Moving round the vampire, Kurt leant over to wrap his arms around Burt's shoulders, kissing him on the cheek then pulling away before Burt could hold him captive. He already felt guilty enough for letting everyone take part in these parties without him, he didn't need the guilt of four others having to attend because he couldn't.

Burt watched Kurt walk slowly over to Tina, Santana and Puck, the latter wrapping a protective arm around him as they're lead out of the inn by the five bulky looking vampires. Wes gave a gentle nod to Burt, reminding him that he has his number if he has any worries and follows his men out of the inn.

Burt glanced down at his watch, taking deep breaths to try and shake the trembling of his limbs. He had a long wait now. They could be gone from anything between six hours and fifteen. Burt was hoping it would be more like six hours.

Blaine had just tamed his curls in a thin layer of gel when Wes knocked on his bedroom door before let himself in, grinning at his appearance. Wes himself had changed into a pair of grey slacks and black shirt, collar open and a small yellow warbler pin over his chest, his skin had lost a bit of its normal warmth, an obvious sign Wes had limited his feeding in order to enjoy the live blood bags tonight. Blaine himself had decided on a pair of fitted red jeans and a black polo shirt, he wanted to keep it relaxed, he spent enough time in a suit during the day and even into the evenings. He didn't want that around his friends.

"You about ready to get going?" Wes asked, leaning against the door handle, his eyes fluttering briefly to his watch.

"Yeah. Get me out of here before I read another profile about some vampire who has done adequate work this month." Blaine groaned, strapping his own watch to his wrist.

"It's your own fault, you know?" Wes exclaimed, leading Blaine down the stairs and out the apartment, "You were the one who decided these reviews needed doing every month."

Blaine locked up then followed Wes out of the building and down the path through the park, taking a deep breath, "Too many Rouges were getting through, you know that. Humans were leaving the city, I had to do something. This was the most effective way of flushing them out."

Wes nodded in agreement, pocketing his hands, "You're right. I just wish you'd trust someone to help you."

"I tried, remember? No, it's okay, get's me out of the office."

"And traps you in your apartment." Wes sighed, patting Blaine on the back, "Come on, get a move on. Charlotte's getting the humans ready and I still need to administer the drugs."

A flash of fang from Wes set the challenge, Blaine returning the challenge with the flash of his own extending fangs and as the wind picked up for just a moment, they were gone. At the speeds they reached, the city was a blur of glass, amber lights and concrete streets, the wind was like a razor against their skin and it wasn't long before they stopped outside a tall building, palms pressed over each other on the yellow Warbler symbol proudly displayed to the right of the main entrance.

Wes pulled his hand off Blaine's groaning in annoyance, barely out of breath and stomped into the building, flashing his ID to the lady at reception. Blaine laughed, following Wes inside, his own ID held up to the woman now watching them with raised interest as they waited for the elevator.

"I've always been faster than you, Wes. Just give up." Blaine grinned, a twinkle in his eyes.

"You only won because I'm a little low. If I had fed-"

"You'd get a stitch. Come on! You've used that excuse so many times!" Blaine was jumping on the balls of his feet.

"This is not over. I will beat you. I beat you at all the competitions we competed in at school. I will beat you again."

Wes stepped into the elevator while Blaine jumped in, still grinning, "You're getting old."

Blaine pressed the button for the top floor, leaning back against the wall.

"My doctor said I've stopped aging now." Wes sighed, watching the numbers tick away above the doors.

"Hmm, I'd rather stop at 31 than the 26 I'm stuck at." Blaine huffed.

"And I'd rather be 26." Wes smiled, leading Blaine out when the elevator stopped and through a set of double doors opening out into a suite.

A grand fireplace was already roaring, white marble surround standing out against the warm grey walls while the floor is lined with waxed oak boards. The centre of the room sunk down into a seated area, cushions in a varied array of purple and pink hues scattered everywhere with a glass table situated in the middle. A grand piano sat in the corner of the room next to the wall to ceiling windows draped in dark purple curtains which lay gently against the wooden floor, slightly obscuring the view to the balcony outside.

Wes flipped a switch, the large chandelier letting a dim wave of light settle across the room, allowing Wes to navigate his way to the double doors next to the grand piano. Knocking gently, Wes turned to Blaine who had settled into a flood of cushions in the lower seating area.

"You like?" Wes asked, his arms gesturing to the room.

"I'm sure you only just redecorated this place." Blaine picked up a cushion, throwing it behind his head to recline against the steps that lead down.

"Charlotte wasn't happy with what I chose, so I let her free on the company card."

"She barely comes up here." Blaine arched an eyebrow at his friend.

"But when she does, it hurts her eyes." Wes rolled his own eyes, knocking on the door again, "Lottie? You gonna let me in or what?"

"Hang on, hang on!" Came a slightly annoyed but sweet, quiet voice.

They listened to the sound of the door unlocking before it crept open just a few inches to allow long tan fingers to grip the wood and soft green eyes to peak out around long curly black hair. Charlotte smiled brightly when her eyes met Wes', who was smiling just as warmly. She pulled the door back enough to step around it, her butterfly printed maxi dress sweeping around her small frame and allowed Wes to pull her into his arms and press a gentle kiss to her lips.

"Hey." Wes whispered against her lips.

"Hi." Charlotte whispered tearing her eyes away to smile at Blaine, "Hi Blaine!"

"Hi Lottie." Blaine waved to her, sitting up, "I like what you've done here."

A light flickered in her eyes as she stood a little straighter, "Of course it is, what you lot chose was awful! There's no way I would've allowed clients in here before!"

"I did offer you a job here." Wes nudged her.

"There's no way I'm working with you." Charlotte placed another kiss to his lips, her fang catching his lip cause Wes to wince, "You're late." She hissed.

"Sorry, how you getting on?" Wes asked.

"Good, they're ready. Do you want to come and see?" Charlotte directed the question to Blaine.

Blaine stood, stepping over to the pair, "Sure." He tried to control his voice as he spoke but could tell Wes had spotted the slight tilt. Truth be told, Blaine had been itching to meet the human whose blood he had tasted earlier and thought of nothing else since, even to the point where he was slightly disappointed when he didn't see anyone as they entered the room.

They followed Charlotte through the door into a large bedroom where, on the large silk draped bed sat the four humans, the two women on one side dressed in short sleeved white shirts and short pleated navy and red checked skirts, their hair was tied back off their necks. On the other side sat the two men, both in grey slacks with unbuttoned white shirts, sleeves rolled up to their elbows and loose navy and red ties hanging under the collars of the shirts.

Charlotte was already discussing with Wes about how she'd picked the theme of the Warbler uniform for tonight's reunion party, making one of the girls stand and twirl, but Blaine found himself drawn to the other side of the bed, his feet taking him there for a closer look at the smaller of the two men.

He watched as the taller human with his tanned skin and mohawk hair style wrapped a protective arm around the pale, thin yet toned body of the smaller human, his own thick chestnut hair styled back off his head. While the taller looked directly at him, not backing down with an intense stare, the smaller was looking down and away and Blaine wanted nothing more than to grip his chin and make him look his way.

He felt his fangs pressing into his lip as he took in the body before him and listened to the fluttering heartbeat. He watched the younger man's adam's apple bob in his throat and his eyes lashes flutter before they rose along with his head to be greeted by swirls of blue, green and grey. Blaine felt a wave of desire and need rush through him as he stared into the eyes of this human and all of a sudden he wanted to tear the other human away and surround this lithe form with his own.

He wanted to own this human, to bite into that pale flesh and show all others who would dare to look his way that this human was taken. He'd never owned a human before, even on his tours of the farms or when his father was presented with another human gift from another city, he didn't have any interest in their ownership, but something about this human awoke something in him... and he wasn't sure if he liked it.

Wes brushed past Blaine to press a pin to the collar of the younger human, "Why are there four?" Blaine asked, running a hand over his face.

"Because this one is just for us."

Wes straightened out the human's collar and Blaine watched as Wes' fangs protruded past his lower lip while the tip of his fingers brushed against that pale neck.

"Why would you do that?" Blaine asked, wanting to pull Wes away.

"Because he's a pixie, and it's been years since I last tasted pixie blood, and you seemed to enjoy it too."

Blaine's eyes widened and shot to the younger man who looked just as surprised as Blaine did, but also looked scared, his small frame shaking slightly. His fangs retreated back as he felt his mind struggling against the opposing forces within him. All at once he wanted to feed on that blood he had got a taste of earlier while he also wanted to bring the boy into his arms and protect him, tell him that everything was going to be alright and that no one would touch him.

Wes moved away to pull out four needles from a black case on the side. Charlotte approached Wes to say her goodbyes and Blaine just about wished her well before she left the room. Wes moved to inject the two girls with the drug, who sat still, accepting the jab. He then moved around to inject the older man who just grunted his disapproval.

"Where are their profiles?"

"Over on the desk." Wes replied.

Turning his back to the bed and to those blue eyes, Blaine picked up the profile flipping through the first three with enough time to just catch their names until he found the one he wanted. Kurt Hummel... Kurt... It took everything in him to not turn back and look to the beautiful man he now had a name for. He read through his profile carefully, smiling to himself as he noticed he'd chosen 'singer' and 'pianist'. A thought occurred to Blaine, causing him to turn on his feet to watch Wes bring the needle to the soft flesh of Kurt's elbow.

"We should have him play the piano." Blaine blurted out to stop Wes in his tracks.

He looked up, "He is." Wes turned back to the needle.

"He can't play on that drug." Blaine countered.

"I'm not giving him the same drug as the others, this one won't kick in for another two hours, so he can play for us." Wes pressed the needle into his vein, watching as the clear liquid disappeared from the vial, "You can do that can't you, Kurt?"

Kurt swallowed hard as Wes' eyes met his, nodding slowly before licking his lips, "Yes." Came the whisper of a voice Blaine only wanted to hear more of.

Wes removed the needle from Kurt's arm and stepped over to Blaine to put all his supplies away. Blaine watched Kurt flex his arm, his eyes still focused and fearful while the eyes of the other three were already starting to become unfocused and distant, their bodies swaying ever so slightly.

"Okay, all four of you make your way into the main room and position yourselves in the seated area, our guests will be here shortly."

Wes opened the door for them, leading them through. Their legs were wobbly, the one Blaine now knew was Santana leant heavily on Puck for support, almost being carried over to a pile of cushions where she reclined, eyes closed to try and pull back some focus. Tina sat next to her, her head tilted to the side as if she could hold it up no longer and Puck sat back on the other side, watching over the two.

Blaine found himself following just behind Kurt, his fingers pressing against his lower back, enjoying the shiver rippling through his small frame. He led him to the piano watching him sit down before the ivory keys, his own hand running up his spine and settling gently around his neck. He had so many questions for the man in front of him, so much he wanted to know, but where to start. He licked his lips to try and get his voice to work but as he walked to the side to take in the pixie's profile, the main doors swung open.

"Hey! Everyone's here, they're just putting their stuff away in their rooms." Jeff strode through, grin wide on his face, only widening when he spots the humans, "Oh, nice selection Wes. Nice mix here." Jeff's eyes sweep over to Kurt, groaning when he spots the Warbler pin on his collar, "Wes! How come you get to put dibs on the pretty one?"

"Hey!" Came the stern but amused voice of Nick from the doorway.

Dressed like Puck and Kurt, Nick walked over to Jeff, two bite marks clear for everyone to see on his neck and on his side over his ribs, visible as his open shirt flutters open. Grabbing Jeff by his shirt, he kisses him hard, reminding the vampire of whom he belonged to and whose blood he'd be enjoying tonight.

"I didn't eat all that meat just for you to feast on someone else." Nick hissed against Jeff's lips.

Jeff smiled, wrapping his arms around him, "I was just looking out for my boys."

"Sure you were." Called Trent from the door.

As everyone turned to the main doors, all the other Warblers entered chatting amiably between one another then spreading about the room to greet Wes, Jeff and Nick. Blaine squeezed Kurt's shoulder comfortingly as he felt him stiffen in his seat before walking over to greet all the vampires he hadn't seen in years and those he had only seen last week. There were smiles and hugs with idle chitchat as everyone manoeuvred around the room to say hello.

Blaine caught Nick bouncing over to the piano and engaging Kurt in a conversation, Nick's wide smile unnerving the pixie and bringing a delightful smile to those lips which had only been held in a tight line since Blaine first saw him. Nick reached for the gavel on the piano, hammering it down on the vanished wood to gain the attention of all around, including Wes who was soon bounding over to the human to retrieve his gavel; a gift from all the Warblers at graduation.

"Now that we're all here, there is only one way to start this party."

Nick spun on the spot nodding to Kurt who turned to the ivory keys with a deep, focused gaze, the snapping of Nick's fingers counting him into the beat. As soon as Kurt's fingers hit those keys, sending the melodic high octave notes echoing through the room, everyone smiled and nodding as the memories of the last time they'd sung this song as a group warmed their hearts.

Blaine watched Trent pull Ethan and Andrew over to the piano while Thad and David clapped along with Wes and Jeff clicked his fingers along with Nick from across the room. Blaine couldn't help clapping along while watching Kurt become one with the music he played, the tiniest of smiles on his lips, bright blue eyes occasionally lifting from the keys to admire the overexcited vampires around him... and when Kurt turned his gaze to Blaine, he was sure to capture him with a lingering gaze.

Nick took the lead, just as he did all those years ago on the stage which won them Nationals, with Jeff clapping his hands together with the rest of the lads, picking up the beat. Kurt held his rhythm perfectly while bodies danced around the room and the piano, with others jumping down into the seated area around the now dazed and sluggish three humans.

I can beat the night, I'm not afraid of thunder
I am full of light, I am full of wonder

Woah, oh I came falling under
Woah, oh I am full of wonder

Jeff engulfed Nick in his arms, kissing his cheek as he wrapped up his part, allowing Thad to step up and take over. Wes, ever the council leader, began to lead Trent and David in a harmony before singing out the last two lines perfectly with Thad.

Though our feet might ache, the world's upon our shoulders
No way we goin' break, 'cos we are full of wonder

Woah, oh we came falling under
Woah, oh we are full of wonder

David stepped forward to take a line, followed by Wes who repeated the line with David, with Jeff joining in by the third repetition. Blaine took his position at the foot of the piano, both at centre stage and with the perfect view to see Kurt's reaction to his voice as he belted out the last line.

This light is contagious, go, go tell your neighbours
Just reach out and pass it on
This light is contagious, go, go tell your neighbours
Just reach out and pass it on ooh yeah
This light is contagious, go, go tell your neighbours
Just reach out and pass it on ooh yeah
This light is contagious, go, go tell your neighbours
Just reach out and pass it on yeah

Woah, oh we came falling under
Woah, oh we are full of wonder

Everyone was singing along now, allowing Blaine a moment to smile at Kurt, at the look of awe he was receiving, a sparkle of something incredible in his eyes. Blaine spun around slowly as he sung his solo, then with purpose turned to the pixie, singing the last line to him and him alone. He felt his fangs straining to extend fully at the slight blush on Kurt's cheeks, but pushed it back he did, knowing there was a while before he'd be allowed to sink into that slim porcelain skinned neck.

When everything feels wrong, and darkness falls upon you
Just try sing along, this is a message from Cabana
If your heart turns blue, I want you to remember
This song is for you, and you are full of wonder

Pulled from the stare of his prey, Blaine is thrown into the enthused ruckus of his Warbler friends. Melodies were lost and notes were flat as they repeated the last two lines over and over again, Nick and Jeff laughing at the dance moves of some of the Warblers. Blaine would never get over the energy that being together like this brought to him and to each and every one of them... he'd missed this.

Woah, oh we came falling under
Woah, oh we are full of wonder

Kurt played out his melody until the room erupted in applause and whistles, followed by laughter and bodies finding some sort of surface to recline against. Thad and David were already heading to the seated area to take a much needed gulp of blood from Santana and Puck, just a faint gasp of breath the only sign to the discomfort they were feeling as the two sharp fangs pierce their skin.

"Oh man, I missed doing that! I feel so alive right now." Jeff exclaimed, as he sunk into a pile of cushions, pulling Nick down with him.

"We're doing that again and again and again tonight, until none of us can sing another word." Nick chuckled into Jeff's chest, enjoying the hand running through his hair.

"My voice is already going." Trent muttered, rubbing his throat.

"Oh dear Trent, out of practise." Wes tutted, shaking his head at the vampire now glaring at him.

Blaine had only just caught onto the slow melody playing in the background, turning back to the piano where Kurt still sat, fingertips floating over the keys, mouth slightly parted as if whispering unknown lyrics... eyes focused on something not in this room. Blaine wanted to know what he was thinking about, what tune he had in his head which he couldn't help but play, but he could only focus on the glaze in those beautiful eyes which told him that it wouldn't be long until he'd be able to taste that sweet, spiced blood once more and listen to this pixie's gasps and moans, while he body arched and begged for more.