The party continued with a variety of songs sung equally throughout the group with only a couple of the vampires taking the lead on a few while the others would dance around them. They paused between songs long enough for soft groans and yearning whimpers to fill the room as fangs pierced through skin to draw out blood, the room filled with a coopery odour. Puck's shirt and grey pants had been tossed into a darkened corner, leaving him languishing on the piles of silk cushions with one vampire sinking his teeth into his neck, reopening an old wound, while another bites into his inner thigh. Santana had been dragged into the bedroom with three vampires some time ago, while Tina lay in the lap of one vampire with another sucking on her wrist.

Kurt's fingers slipped over the keys of the piano, no longer aware of what he was playing or how long he'd been sitting here, looking out onto the party, watching the vampires, watching the drug take over his friends' bodies and now feeling it take hold of his own. It was a strange sensation. Before when his fingertips pressed against the cold, smooth ivory keys, he could feel the piano vibrate around him, now he felt nothing. His whole body was numb to the sensations of every touch, even the breeze from the now open windows did nothing for him but tousle his hair.

His head felt heavy on his shoulders, making him feel dizzy and sleepy, his eye lids slipping closed for brief periods, becoming harder and harder to open again. But it wasn't an unwelcome feeling, in fact it made him feel relaxed and content, his whole body arching back as he rolled his head with his eyes closed, a soft moan escaping between parted lips. Occasionally a vampire with curly black hair would run his fingers over his back or shoulders and it would send a rush of adrenaline through his veins while his body followed after those fingertips, wanting more of the numb yet warm touch.

Glazed blue eyes rolled up to look at the vampire who had been keeping an eye on him all evening, doing exactly what he was doing now. Kurt held out his wrist to him, watching his expression as the vampire's now warm and blood smeared hand gripped his wrist and his fingertips pressed down on the skin to listen to his fluttering heartbeat. Kurt licked his own lips as he watched the vampire he now could just about recall was Wes smile, revealing extended white fangs cleaned of the blood he'd just watched him suck from Tina's inner thigh.

Kurt's head rolled of its own accord to the lower seated section to watch the guy he remembered as Nick, straddle the lap of the vampire he'd spent most of the evening with. He watched him lick the blood off the vampire's fingers then reach in to kiss him, feeding him the blood. He watched Nick arch his neck and allow the vampire to plunge those long fangs in. But he didn't scream or cry out, he moaned, leaning in for more, and in Kurt's dizzying state he wondered how the human could take the bite without the drug. Was he from the farms? But then why did these vampires accept him so openly?

Mumbled words fogged Kurt's brain, causing him to groan and cover his eyes with his free hand, shaking his head while more nonsense went back and forth over him. Fingers ran from his nape, through his cut back hair into his coif where they fisted, gripping tightly to the longer strands and forcing his head back while extracting a sharp gasp from his parting lips. Kurt found his breathing becoming sharper, more frantic as thoughts of what would come flashed through his mind.

"Do you want to go first?"

As Wes' voice became clear to him, Kurt slowly opened his eyes to be greeted with the same eyes which had been watching him all night. Those sultry hazel orbs were always there, watching him, taking in his form and if he couldn't see those piercing eyes, he could feel the vampire's touch, ever so gentle, but with a need Kurt didn't understand. He'd watched the vampire feed from Santana early into the party, but since that quick taste he hadn't taken blood from anyone else, instead preferring to sing along with the others or watch Kurt play. It unnerved him, watching the vampire as he waited, waited for the drug to take over his body, and then what would he do? How much blood would he take from him if he wasn't feeding from the others?

He watched the vampire lick his lips but shake his head, motioning for Wes to go ahead of him. Kurt blinked in confusion at the vampire, wondering what he was waiting for. However, this was it, he felt himself arching back against Wes as the vampire leant over to trace his lips over his neck. His whole body was shaking now, even through the numbness and the intoxication of the drugs, the nerves of being bitten for the first time still shone through.

The curly haired vampire was still watching him, his eyes flickering between Kurt's face and his neck where Wes was now dragging his fangs over the flawless porcelain skin. A sensation swamped Kurt's senses as a pressure he couldn't place pierced through the skin on his neck, breaking through layer after layer until it hit its prize. All Kurt felt was a high as he closed his eyes, a need for more and a want for Wes to never let him go.

He felt Wes moan before he heard it, the suction on his neck pulling him back against the vampire while the hand in his hair forced his head further aside. It was exhilarating, he felt so at peace and yet the world around him was falling away, becoming harder to concentrate on... but he didn't care. The surreal joy of having the vampire suck his blood was all that mattered right now and that both thrilled and scared him. He could feel the blood leaving his body, he could feel Wes' lips clamping down on his skin, marking him and he wanted it and more.

A sharp tug on his neck had him opening his eyes to see what was going on but all he saw were the wide, blown hazel eyes of the vampire before him, his chest heaving and his lips dry with need. He could tell the vampire wanted him, he'd felt his need all night, but right now the vampire looked desperate for a taste, with fangs digging deep into his lower lip.

Kurt's arm lifted off the bench and reached out for the vampire, offering out his wrist to him. He frowned as he watched the vampire hesitate and step back from the outstretched arm. Kurt gasped when a pull on his neck left an emptiness he needed to fill.

"Go ahead, Blaine. You've never had blood like this, it's delicious."

As if to emphasis his words, Wes lapped up the blood seeping from the open wounds, smiling as Kurt shivered and moaned at the touch. Again, Kurt held out his wrist to the vampire he now knew as Blaine and this time the vampire took it, sitting next to Kurt on the bench and holding the wrist just inches from his lips.

A cry escaped Kurt's lips as Wes sunk back into his neck, but again all Kurt felt was a rush of want and need, the same desires showing through his eyes as his head lulled to the side and he watched Blaine watching him. It was as if the vampire was asking Kurt, asking for his permission with those eyes and in a moment of madness, Kurt did something he thought he'd never do.

"Please."

It was a whisper, but it was enough to watch a small smile settle on Blaine's lips and press a gentle kiss to his wrist. Bringing Kurt's wrist up ever so slightly, Blaine was now able to keep his eyes on Kurt as he extended his fangs into that soft skin. They didn't stay open for long though. Through his own rush, Kurt watched Blaine moan while taking deep calming breaths before pressing deeper into his wrist, the pressure increasing and causing Kurt to arch and groan against the pleasure filling his body from his neck and his wrist.

Kurt wasn't aware of how long this surge of emotions he was feeling went on for but all too soon Wes was pulling away from him, leaving him whimpering for more while his body slumped against Blaine's. His bleary blue eyes looked up and met with those glazed hazel eyes as Blaine pulled off from his wrist, his fangs dripping with his blood. Kurt found himself licking his lips as Blaine licked his own.

A gentle touch against his cheek had Kurt leaning against the hand for more, the pain that would normally come from applying pressure to wounds, gone, only a tingle of need over the two open wounds on his neck. He let his eyes close for a moment, just to enjoy the caress of those fingers before opening them again to those hazel depths. He felt so light, so disorientated... was this how everyone felt after being drugged and drained?

He didn't have the time to make his mind wander through those thoughts as Blaine leant down and pressed delicate kisses to his neck, starting just behind his ear and staying there for a few more simple presses of his lips when he heard the gasps and moans from Kurt, wanting to hear more, then trailing down to rest his lips over his pulse. Kurt's eyes closed again as he felt Blaine's lips latch onto the skin and then felt that same pressure, seeping deeper and deeper. His hands found Blaine's polo shirt, fisting his hands into the thin material as he moaned and arched against the vampire.

Strong arms wrapped around his waist and threaded through his hair as the vampire pressed deeper and deeper and Kurt was panting harder and heavier. His head was spinning, his lips were tingling and his world began to spin uncontrollably. He forgot where he was, what he was doing... he didn't know what was happening to him... and all of a sudden, the world went dark.

When Kurt woke he felt surprisingly clear headed and refreshed, a much livelier version of himself then he ever thought possible after how he'd felt during the blood party. Sitting up, he noted he was back in his own clothing, which looked like it had been cleaned and ironed. Pulling the sleeve up on his white shirt, his eyes widened at the lack of bite marks on his skin, only fresh, flawless porcelain skin staring back at him. A hand quickly swooped to his neck, again his fingertips only slipping across soft, smooth skin.

"Yeah, lucky you. The rest of us have got some good bite marks to hide." Santana spoke up from next to him, wrapping a silk scarf around her neck, which Kurt soon recognised as his own.

"That's mine." Kurt quipped, letting his eyes roam the room they were in.

"I knew you wouldn't mind me borrowing, lady. Thanks." Santana smirked, cupping his cheek and pecking a kiss to his other.

Kurt couldn't hold back a smile at her behaviour, but that soon faded when he noticed the bite marks littering her arms and legs. Puck was wrapping a bandage around Tina's wrist on the bed on the far side of the room, but he himself was littered with wounds and even still had a bit of dried blood on his neck. The room they were in was large and open, just four beds in each corner with a dressing table and wardrobe and a bulky looking vampire on the far wall, standing guard by the only door leading out of here.

Kurt turned from the vampire once he caught his gaze, deciding to watch Santana get dressed instead while thinking back to the night before. The vampire, Blaine, who had kept him company didn't make him feel like the others did, like meat on a plate, yes he saw the need and greed in his eyes and expression but the way he carried himself and the way he cared for Kurt made him seem so sincere. Kurt surprised himself by the way he'd given himself over to the vampire so easily, even compared to Wes, who had watched over him all night, he still found an ease with Blaine that scared him.

He wished he'd been in a better state of mind to talk to the vampire, to ask about him and his life in this city... to ask him what he thought of those blood parties, but the drug was so potent... so controlling, Kurt didn't even think he wanted to take part in another... not if it meant losing so much of his mind and falling into that abyss of pleasure. That's what the drug did, he could see it now, the drug turned that pain into pleasure, ensuring the compliance of the humans and their inevitable return.

Kurt tried to think back to the time he spent with Blaine, to the gentle touch when he steered him over to the piano, to the comforting looks he gave him through his performances and the press of lips against his wrist before he took his first bite. However he couldn't remember anything after Blaine bit into his neck... he could just about remember the songs he played and the calming voice and smile of Nick... but his mind went blank after that bite.

"Where are we?" Kurt asked as Santana pulled her hair back into a pony.

"Back at Hale's Diner. Wes dropped us off around 4 in the morning and Burt asked Hale for a room for us to recover and get ready."

"So, what's with the vampire at the door?" Kurt whispered.

"Oh, there are five others hanging around the inn, ready to escort us out of the city whenever you decided to wake up, princess." Santana teased, poking Kurt's nose.

"You two ready or do you need another couple of minutes?" Puck asked as he helped Tina to her feet.

"Yeah, let's get out of this dump." Santana saluted, walking over to the vampire and giving him her best smile.

The vampire paused, allowing a moment to inspect each of the four humans before opening the door and allowing them to step out. Kurt followed behind the others, eager to find his father and just be wrapped up in one of his big bear hugs when a hand settled on his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. Blue eyes snapped up to the towering vampire next to him, fangs extending in a display of power and Kurt found himself shrinking away as much as he could with the burly hand holding him in place.

"Where are your bite marks, human?" Came his strong, deep voice.

Kurt swallowed hard, cursing his subconscious for healing the wounds, "Hidden." He croaked.

"Show me."

"Excuse me?" Kurt squeaked, confused and annoyed by the forward nature of the vampire.

"Show me your bite marks, human... or is it pixie?"

Kurt's eyes widen as the vampire's smile turned into a predatory grin and within seconds he finds himself pinned against the wall of the bedroom, teeth scraping at his neck. Kurt tries to call out for help but a hand is quick to cover his mouth before he can make a sound. It's when those teeth pierce his skin that Kurt's mind goes into overdrive, the pain sending him wild, screaming into the palm of the hand over his mouth and the sickness of feeling his blood being dragging out through those small incisions. So different to the night before where all he felt was joy, while here it is nothing but agonising pain.

Reaching down to his belt, Kurt pulls out his small knife and thrusts it into the belly of the beast, not waiting to see how much he's hurt the vampire or how badly his neck is ripped open, just running as fast as he can down the stairs and out of the inn, tears slipping down his cheeks.

Everyone's outside, chatting amorously with one another while surrounded by vampires. Burt is the first to notice Kurt, his smile soon turning to a frown when he spots the tears and the blood on his neck. Kurt rushes straight into his arms, his eyes closed tight against his chest as he sobs. The commotion around him only gets worse when the vampire comes storming out, holding his stomach and shouting something Kurt didn't want to hear.

"What the hell's going on?" Burt yelled, still holding Kurt in a tight embrace.

"That prick stabbed me!" The vampire screamed.

Kurt peaked out from his father's chest to watch the vampire be restrained by two of his comrades, while a third stood even taller, trying to calm him down in a hushed voice. His broad shoulders and strong back set him apart from the others, a body trained for battle, a buzzed hair style though slightly longer on top gave him an edge of authority.

Kurt shrunk back when the tall vampire turned his green eyes on him, a stern look on his features but Kurt didn't miss the slight twitch in his lips. The vampire approached Burt, who pushed Kurt behind him, straightening his back to stand taller.

"Your son attacked my subordinate." He stated.

"By the look of my son's neck, he attacked first." Burt retorted.

"Your son's neck is clean." That smirk was now evident for all to see.

Burt turned to Kurt, who was running his hands over his neck, eyes full of dread as he realised his wounds had healed. Kurt was panicking now, it was his word against a vampire... and a human's word never went far in these cities. Burt turned back to the vampire, but Kurt didn't miss the similar fear washing over his features.

"I want to speak with Wesley Montgomery."

"It's his day off. You can plead your case with me."

"And you are?" Burt demanded.

"Hunter Clarington, Head of Security in this city." Hunter turned his eyes to Kurt before returning to Burt, "Your son will have to remain behind."

Even Burt's protest couldn't be heard above the uproar from everyone else while Kurt was frozen to the spot, his limbs shaking and his legs barely holding him up.

"You have no right to do this! That vampire is twice the size of my son! How's he suppose to take him on? That piece of shit was trying to feed off him!"

"Size doesn't matter when it comes to a pixie, does it?"

Burt froze at that, swallowing hard and backing away slightly, though he could hear Rachel and Santana shouting about how that was proof he'd fed from Kurt, "Look, we're just passing through, Kurt can heal his wounds and then you can let us go. We'll never step foot in this city again. You have my word."

"Not good enough I'm afraid. You know the rules, we have your signature on the agreement." Hunter snapped his fingers.

Kurt cried out when a vampire grabbed him around his waist, lifting him off his feet and dragging him away. Kurt fought against him, kicking his legs and trying to pry the vampire's arms from him, but he was too strong. He could hear everyone shouting out to him and as he looked up he could see a circle of vampires caging everyone in, including Burt, who was struggling to push past the vampires, reaching out for Kurt.

"Dad!" Kurt cried out before he's forced down onto his knees and held down by two men.

"I suggest your group move on and do as you said and never return." Hunter ordered, whispering commands to his men.

Burt burst forward, two vampires moving in to restrain him, holding him back while he struggled to escape, "I'm not leaving without my son! Get that Wesley on the phone, I want to speak with someone!"

"My word is final. Guards! Escort them all out of the city. As of now I'm forbidding you all from returning to this city." Hunter ordered his men forward.

Burt pushed against the vampires, Puck and Finn pushing forward to protect him while Mike and Santana tried to get through to Kurt.

"Don't touch me!" Shouted Puck as he punched one of the men but his fist was caught and twisted behind his back with a loud crack and vile scream of pain which had Kurt's stomach turning.

Kurt watched in disbelief as everyone tried to fight against the superior race, watching as Rachel and Tina were kicked to the ground and Finn took a blow to the stomach, dropping to his knees. He watched in horror as Burt's face reddened, a hand snapping to his chest and his breathing becoming erratic. All the horrors of what happened only a few years ago came back as he watched his father struggle to stay on his feet, his face getting redder, while his eyes became bloodshot.

"Stop! Dad! Stop it!" Kurt cried out, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Burt paused, held up by Finn, and looked towards Kurt, as did everyone else.

"Please dad, just go. I can handle this... please, I don't want you to hurt yourself... not here." Kurt swallowed away the lump in his throat, "I'll be okay. I'll speak with Wesley and get out of here. I'll meet up with you at the city. Please..." Kurt was begging, his eyes fluttering between his father's face and the hand still clutched over his heart.

"I'm not leaving you, son." Burt had his own tears in his eyes.

"Don't worry. I can get out of this. Us Hummels are strong, nothing can stop us. Okay? I'll be fine."

Kurt didn't believe his words, and he knew his father wouldn't, but he didn't know what else to say, he just knew he needed to get his father out of the city, away from the stress and away from the hospitals... they'd never be able to repay the bills if his father fell ill again. He watched Finn whisper to Burt who nodded an agreement, his hand unlatching from his chest and standing a little straighter.

"Get a hold of that Montgomery guy. Get him to help you! We'll do what we can from the next city!" Burt cried out as he was pulled away.

"I will!" Kurt forced away the lump in his throat to say what he needed to say, tears still falling down his cheeks onto his shirt, "I love you, dad!"

"I love you son, don't forget that! I will get you out of here!"

And with those parting words he was gone, tugged away behind the rows of dilapidated buildings with everyone else, out of sight, only a ringing of raised voices echoing through the streets. Kurt hung his head, sniffing away his sobs, grinding his teeth to stop the flow of tears returning as the hands on his shoulders gripped him roughly and pulled him to his feet. He wobbled, his legs unable to hold him, but he stood, forced himself to stand straight, pulling on that old mask he had to wear when in high school. He knew he wouldn't get a fair trial, wouldn't get to speak with the vampire who'd looked after him the other night, but he wasn't going to let these vampires take pleasure in anymore of his fear and sorrow.

Hunter sauntered over to him that smirk still present and gripped Kurt's cheeks in his hand, forcing him to lock eyes with his captor. He wanted to snap his neck, he wanted to use the spells he'd seen the pure blood pixies using against the werewolves but he wouldn't... he couldn't. He didn't have half the craftsmanship of other pixies and those he did have had a mind of their own.

"You really think you'll get out of here? I'll make it so it looks like you don't exist, to everyone else, you'll have walked out of this city with the rest of your humans. Wesley will close your file and will have forgotten about you when the next herd come rushing through the boarders tomorrow." The look Hunter held chilled Kurt to the core, "I know exactly where to put you."