Adam's business was situated in the centre of the red district and much to Blaine's distaste, that meant walking down the busy pedestrian streets of the well kept district whilst constantly being pulled aside by barely clad human men and women followed by the enticement of spending a small amount of money to drink from them as they spread their legs for him. Blaine thought about just racing through the streets to get away but this district had strict rules about the use of vampire abilities unless drinking from the prepaid necks of its clientele.

However that wasn't going to stop Blaine from taking up an urgent yet gentle jog down the streets towards the large glass building, sixty stories high with neon lights lit up all around the first two floors and vertically up the entire building, alluding to the eerie acts that took place within. Blaine had intended on coming here as soon as Hunter uttered the blood trader's name, but Wes was faster, pulling Blaine aside whilst dialling the trader's number into his cell phone.

It was with that phone call that Wes established that Adam still had Kurt in his possession and with a little persuasion from Wes confirmed that he would keep Kurt from harm until Blaine arrived during open hours the next day. However Adam couldn't promise that he wouldn't let other vampires feed from Kurt and so Blaine made sure to arrive as soon as he could after work. He also came armed with his cheque book, knowing he would have to compensate Adam greatly.

He'd been anxious all day about this moment, working with Wes to secure the paperwork to prove Kurt's existence outside of the farms. If he was going to get Adam to hand over Kurt, he was going to have to prove that Kurt had no place in his society and Adam would only be putting his business is danger by keeping him. They were still working on making sure Hunter paid for his part in this, but that was now secondary to getting Adam to hand Kurt over.

They had left Hunter with his mess to clear up and clients to apologise to and with a promise that if he tried to bring a case against either of them for the damage to the manor and to his auction night, Wes would be right on his tail to enlighten to court to his illegal trading. It wasn't how Blaine had wanted the night to end, but he at least left the farm with a lighter heart, knowing where Kurt was and that he wouldn't be harmed. Wes had stayed that night and sat with him until the sun rose, chatting about what had happened, what would happen and about the good old days before they entered into their current positions as Governor and Head of Boarder Control.

They were only young vampires compared to their colleagues, working with vampires who were centuries old; Jeff himself was two hundred and fifty years old having spent his early years travelling and only settling down when his father explained his plans to give his position over to Jeff, which is when he realised he'd have to get a formal education and joined Dalton. Their youth did put them at a disadvantage but also gave them a fresh insight into the world they lived in, unlike the old fashioned world some of the vampires he worked with wished they were still living in, and it was that insight into the world that gave Blaine the credence he deserved.

Taking on a human, even a pixie, would put him in a bad light with the vampires that admired his fresh perspective and what would the older vampires think? Pushing those worries aside, Blaine stepped through the automated glass doors and into the lush, open reception where faint music played in the background and a couple of vampires walked through having just finished with the establishment's services and a human woman handed them their coats.

Another human had taken note of Blaine's arrival, ringing through to Adam to let him know; the human had whispered but Blaine's hearing was superb. Moving aside to let the two vampires take their leave, Blaine wandered round the reception, admiring the art on the walls and the red leather suite situated over a viewing window down into the swimming pool where six humans were bathing.

Swift footsteps had Blaine turning towards the man himself, Adam Crawford. The two of them had an underlying rivalry which went back to their time at Dalton where they were always competing in the same leagues or for the same prize. Even though Adam was a century older than Blaine, he was another vampire who only got his formal education when it became necessary. Blaine felt over dressed in his work suit, black with a purple undone bowtie while Adam strolled across in his pipe drain red jeans, loose long length shirt with open waist coat and scarf wrapped around his neck.

"Blaine Anderson." Adam spoke up, offering his hand out to Blaine, "I was expecting you a little earlier than this."

Blaine shook his hand, "Got caught up in some documents I was meant to deal with yesterday. How is he?"

Adam smiled, cocking an eyebrow, "Straight to the little fairy, eh?"

"I'd rather we kept this short."

Adam's back straightened, a visible fang revealed as he smiled, "Kurt's busy at the moment, we should discuss this in my office for now."

Blaine felt his nerves snap, using his fangs as a warning sign to the trader before him, "What do you mean he's busy? We had an agreement."

"And I have kept to my agreement." Adam's voice rose to speak over the rage he could feel building in Blaine, sighing ever so slightly when he saw Blaine's shoulders relax, "Do you want to see?"

"Yes." No hesitation, it's all he wanted at this moment, wanted to see him for himself, to make sure he's okay and then take him home.

"Follow me."

Blaine followed Adam down through the corridor, each side covered in promotional photographs of the newest humans he had in his possession and of shows that were taking place during the months ahead. A red carpet started down the right hand corridor with a sign which had Blaine pausing in his steps.

'Come see for one night only the beautiful, spellbinding voice of the mystic Pixie'

"I'll stop the performance as soon as we finalise the paperwork."

Blaine looked up to Adam with surprise, "Performance?"

Adam tilted his head, "Have you never heard him sing?"

"No... I've heard him play, but not sing, I knew he could but..."

"You're in for a nice surprise then. He was singing to himself the first time Hunter showed him to me. Come, you'll enjoy this."

May it be an evening star
Shines down upon you
May it be when darkness falls
Your heart will be true
You walk a lonely road
Oh! How far you are from home

Adam lead the way down the corridor and through the doors ahead Blaine could see the ripples of water reflecting on the walls and a faint, siren-like voice stretching out through the room and into the corridor. It drew Blaine to it, holding his breath to not miss a moment and on slow steady feet, Adam and Blaine stepped into the room to marvel at the sight before him.

Mornië utúlië
Believe and you will find your way
Mornië alantië
A promise lives within you now

The large room was packed with male and female vampires seated around the room on plush silk cushions, a few humans sitting between them, necks red from the fresh bites as all the vampires stared at the sight in the centre of the room. There sunk into the floor was a round pool, two metres in diameter, the ripples in the water reflecting on the group gathered and on the pale blue walls and ceiling, giving off a serene experience. Raised above the water in the centre of the pool was a marble platform carved to look like raised earth, grass and flowers carved into the marble and on that, a silver bird's cage, though this one was much larger; large enough to comfortably seat the pixie within on his own soft blue cushion.

Blaine was entranced by the beauty before him, there was Kurt, seated on that cushion, legs dangling out of the cage, toes just touching the water, while dressed in a silk white dressing gown, his teal shorts just visible underneath the sheer material while the one shoulder dropped down to expose beautiful pale skin. Long fingers wrapped around the silver bars of the cage, but he wasn't trapped, the one side of the cage opened up for Kurt to walk in and out of the water as he pleased and to not spoil the view of the spectators.

Kurt's hair was styled loosely, still off his face, but the wet ends of the few strands that fell into his face showed that he had been for a dip not long ago, but what pulled at Blaine's heart were the still white eyes which seemed to be lost as they watched the water ripple beneath him. Blaine's vision of beauty cracked at that moment, the sight reminding him of what Kurt had endured only two days ago.

"You're still drugging him?" Blaine asked, a sliver of anger returning.

"Just to settle the nerves of the other vampires. This is the first time I've given him the drug, his eyes were clearing up three hours ago." Adam explained.

May it be the shadow's call

Will fly away
May it be your journey on
To light the day
When the night is overcome
You may rise to find the sun

Blaine turned back to Kurt as he continued to sing, his voice filling the room and just like a siren, he was pulling everyone towards him into a sense of joy and peace. His voice was breathtaking, so clear and pure and Blaine wished he'd had the chance to sing with Kurt on that night which now seemed so long ago. But Kurt wasn't singing for them, wasn't even looking at his audience, he was singing for himself, a tune which must have been close to his heart, something familiar and safe and Blaine didn't blame him in trying to find comfort in something so beautiful.

Mornië utúlië
Believe and you will find your way
Mornië alantië

A promise lives within you now

"I want him with us when we settle the paperwork." Blaine ordered, his eyes not leaving Kurt as he closed his eyes to let the song seep out of his lungs and catch the breath of those around. Even under the influence of the drug, Kurt would command their attention and have them slip under his spell.

"He'll be fine here." Adam shrugged.

"He's coming with us. I let him out of my sight before and he ends up being drugged and sold to you. I'm not letting him out of my sight again." Blaine hissed, showing his fangs to the blood trader, "He's coming with us."

A promise lives within you now

Applause filled the room from both the vampires and the humans all around.

"Fine." Adam relented, stepping passed Blaine and through the crowd to the edge of the pool.

Blaine watched as Adam summoned Kurt, holding out his hand to him. Tilting his head to the side, Kurt released his grip on the cage and slipped down into the water which only reached his calves, the silk dressing gown floating around him on the surface of the water. Taking Adam's hand, Kurt lifted himself out of the pool and dropped onto the tiled floor, droplets of water circling him.

Blaine sucked on his fangs as he watched Adam speak with Kurt while stroking his cheek, who nodded and smiled to the vampire, though it all seemed false with those white eyes staring up at Adam. Slowly, Kurt's head turned towards Blaine and a look of recognition slipped across his face before he bit his lip and lowered his head. Blaine knew what he saw in that moment, Kurt was upset; upset that Blaine had broken his promise to take him away after that auction. But he was here now and Blaine would make it up to Kurt.

With a tender hand on Kurt's lower back, Adam led the pixie towards Blaine, whispering encouraging words to him as they went. A couple of vampires tried to stop Adam, gesturing towards Kurt and Blaine would've ripped their hands off if not for the shaking of Adam's head and his continued walk towards him. If anything, Adam was a good businessman, even if his business was seedy.

Kurt stopped with Adam just in front of Blaine, head lowered, just like a good human pet should be but it wasn't what Blaine wanted.

"It's impolite to not greet our guest. You remember him, don't you?" Adam prompted.

"Yes master, sorry master."

His voice was timid, nothing like the glorious score he'd just performed and Blaine held his breath as Kurt turned his head up towards Blaine for the slightest glance before bowing slightly, ducking his head.

"Hello sir, it's a pleasure to meet you again." Kurt spoke just over a whisper.

"Do you remember me, Kurt? And what I told you?" Blaine asked.

Kurt bit his lip before replying, "Yes sir, I remember." Kurt raised his head, meeting Blaine's eyes, "And your promises, sir."

"I'm sorry I couldn't keep those promises then Kurt, but I'm here now and I've come to take you with me." Blaine spoke softly and calmly as he watched Kurt tilt his head to his words, a small smile spreading on his lips before it disappeared to look up at Adam.

Adam placed a hand on Kurt's shoulder, "Mr. Anderson here is going to buy you and you can go home with him tonight. Unless you'd rather I sell you to someone else."

The instant shake of Kurt's head warmed Blaine's body, "No master... Mr. Anderson is a good man, I'd like him to buy me please."

Blaine couldn't help but smile, offering his hand out to Kurt, who stared at it for a moment before his pale slightly shaking hand lifted to sit within Blaine's. He held that hand, firmly, never wanting to let go. He had Kurt, he was as good as his, and even though the notion of Kurt becoming his human pet still made him feel uncomfortable, it didn't matter, because Kurt would be coming home with him and he'd be safe with him.

Adam led them out of the room and up to the top floor where his office took up the entire floor. With much force Blaine let go of Kurt's hand to let him take a seat in front of the roaring fire while Blaine joined Adam at his desk where they each got out their paperwork.

"You know I won't let him go cheaply." Adam grumbled.

"You should be handing him over to me freely, but I understand you've been tricked into buying Kurt and you need to be compensated." Blaine countered, watching with a small smile as Kurt admired the flittering flames.

"I have buyers for him already." Adam returned.

"Doesn't matter." Blaine replied.

"I could sell him tonight to someone who could pay me double what you plan on forking out." Adam's fangs were slipping out now.

"And I could have you arrested for knowingly dealing with illegal goods." Blaine's own fangs slipped through, his voice turning into a growl.

Adam sucked his fangs back in, "Wesley wasn't very clear on the phone, what proof do you have?"

Blaine pulled out a couple of papers from his files, turning them towards Adam, "That is Kurt's form when he enter Boarder control, this picture is from the CCTV showing him filling out the form, this is the supposed form he signed to leave this city. This photo shows the group of humans he was travelling with and this form has Kurt's script on it from when he was on the farm. The handwritings identical and if you're still not convinced, just let me get a blood sample and I'll match it to the bag hanging in the freezer back in the city that Kurt filled on his arrival, which I can get the nurse to verify."

Adam huffed going through the forms, shaking his head, "Fine... I want 800,000 sects."

"Oh, Adam." Blaine pulled out the receipt from Kurt's sale, "I know you paid 390,000 sects."

"Expenses. I had to pay for my seat in that auction then there's my transportation and then Kurt's suite while he's been here."

"Was his suite made of gold? No, Adam, I'll offer you 450,000 sects as compensation. You've already made a lot of money out of him from that show you put on earlier, I'm sure." Blaine got out his cheque book, a feeling of dread filling him with the amount he was about to write down, but one look to Kurt and the small smile he'd been wearing every since Blaine told him he was here for him blew those feelings away.

"600,000 sects." Adam retorted.

"No, Adam. 450,000 sects or I have you sent to the dungeons and I take Kurt out of here. But we don't want that, I don't want that getting out to the press. All this mess would ruin our reputation and put the relationship we have with the pixies in jeopardy."

Adam paused, leaning over his desk and looking over to Kurt, his fangs chewing into his lower lip before he sighed and stood up straight, "450,000 sects, and I get one last drink from him."

Blaine groaned, his fangs straining to come out, "Adam, no! Hasn't he been hurt enough?!"

"One last drink." Adam repeated.

Blaine went to retort, but a soft faint voice had them both turning to the fire, "It's okay, master." Kurt ducked his head when both vampires turned to him, "I don't mind letting him feed from me one last time."

"Kurt, you don't have to." Blaine pleaded, not knowing if he could cope with watching that.

"It's okay, master."

With a heavy sigh, Blaine nodded and quickly signed the cheque and filled out the paperwork before filing it away in his briefcase. Nothing was stopping his fangs from hanging low in anger and desire as he watched Adam saunter over to Kurt and kneel in front of the quivering pixie. It was obvious Kurt didn't want it, that the drug was wearing off enough for him to gauge what was going to happen and that it would hurt.

Slowly, Adam wrapped a hand around Kurt's neck, pulling him closer and gently pressed his lips to Kurt's neck while all Blaine could do was hold onto the edge of the desk to stop him from throwing the vampire aside. Kurt tilted his head to Adam which meant he was looking at Blaine as those two fangs sunk into his tender flesh and he let out a yelp of pain, his brow creasing and his eyes squeezing shut.

That was almost too much for Blaine who had to close his eyes to the sight before him, his ears still picking up the moans from Adam and hitched, pained breaths from Kurt. Only when the noises subsided did Blaine open his eyes to watch Adam lick away the blood from Kurt's neck while tears slipped down Kurt's now rosy cheeks.

With a nod from Adam, Blaine was at Kurt's side in a flash, lifting the lithe pixie into his arms and walking him back into the elevator, kicking his foot into the ground floor button. In the silence of the elevator, Blaine took a moment to try and calm himself while trying to ignore the bite marks directly below him. He wouldn't feed from Kurt, there was no way he was going to add to Kurt's pain; yes Kurt had asked him to, back at the manor, but after everything that's happened, Blaine just wants Kurt to get better.

Hands timidly slip around Blaine's neck and hold on tightly, while Kurt's head remains tucked into Blaine's neck, his lips rubbing against the afternoon stubble forming.

"Thank you... for keeping your promise, master." Kurt whispered.

The warm smile crossing Blaine's lips, spread across his face, to the glint in his eyes and creases around his mouth and eyes, "No problem, Kurt... and call me Blaine."

"Blaine." He felt Kurt's smile against his skin, "I like that name."

Yes, Blaine was definitely smiling, smiling brighter than he had in a long time. With a tender kiss into Kurt's hair, Blaine carried him out of the building and towards his car.

"The light switch is just on the side there."

Kurt fumbled around, still being carried in Blaine arms, for the switch to allow the apartment to be flooded with a gentle light, the lights in the open end kitchen and on the balcony coming on at the same time. On steady feet, Kurt slipped out of Blaine's hold and tiptoed around the apartment as if scared that he'd wake someone if he'd stepped through too heavily. He'd slept the entire journey in the back of Blaine's car and found himself recharged and full of life.

Blaine followed Kurt around as he let his fingers slip across the mantelpiece above the fireplace and across the leather suite into the back of the apartment over the closed lid of the black piano to the doors leading out onto the balcony.

"Do you want to go take a look?" Blaine offered, placing a hand on the handle.

"Yes please." Kurt whispered, chewing on his lip again.

Opening the doors, Blaine allowed Kurt to go ahead of him and walk around the large balcony, fingers again slipping over the railing and through the leaves of the olive trees he had out here before stopped to admire the view all around, hands leaning on the railings so he could lean over slightly to gaze down on the city below.

Blaine leant against the railings, his back to the view allowing his eyes to take in the beauty before him, "I have a spare room you can use. I think it would be best if you stayed here until we can get the drug out of your system then we'll be able to see how badly the drug has affected your memory."

"I don't remember anything." Kurt spoke sadly, eyes turning down to the tracings he was making with his finger on the railing.

"At the moment you don't but that's because you've been exposed to a high dosage of the drug... but you remembered that song from earlier." Blaine pointed out, hoping to lift Kurt's spirits.

Kurt's smile confirmed his hopes, "I think... I remember... I think it was my mother... I remember... that she liked to sing."

"There we go then, I'm sure your memory will be fine." Blaine smiled back, reaching out to squeeze Kurt's hand.

Kurt looked down at their hands with a slight frown, "Will you... do you... want my blood?"

"No." Blaine pulled Kurt into his arms in a light, gentle hug, nudging Kurt's head to make him look at him; those white eyes still sending Blaine off edge, "Kurt. I did what I did because you shouldn't have been at the farm. You have a family out there waiting for you... do you remember Wes?" Blaine continued after the shake of Kurt's head, "He's my friend, and he's trying to find your family. So in the meantime I brought you here to rest and get better... that means no giving away your blood."

"But you liked my blood... I remember that." Kurt was looking at Blaine with such innocence it had Blaine taking a deep breath to control his urges.

"I do... but that would be selfish of me."

"What about the money?"

Blaine sighed, running a hand through Kurt's hair, "Let me sort that out. All I want you to concentrate on is getting better, getting your memory back and maybe singing me a song or two."

Blaine beamed at the blushing smile Kurt shone at him while nodding his head, he didn't think he'd seen a more beautiful sight, "I think I can do that..." He was biting his lips again, and if Blaine didn't have the restraint he possessed at the moment, he'd have attacked those lips already, "You're a kind man, Blaine... I was beginning to give up hope."

Blaine reached up to stroke Kurt's hair again, noticing a hint of blue in his eyes now, "No you weren't... Through it all I could still see that little spark trying to fight all of this."

"Maybe... but then they'd change the drug or give me more of the drug then..." Kurt grasped his head, groaning.

"Come on, you're trying too hard to fight the drug. Let's call it an early night and we'll see how you're doing in the morning. Do you want something to eat before you go to bed?" Blaine urged as he led Kurt back inside and towards the kitchen.

"Do you have food?" Kurt asked, wringing his hands.

Blaine laughed, and it made Kurt smile to hear that, "Vampires do eat, you know?"

"Yeah, you eat blood." Kurt countered, finding himself feeling more relaxed around Blaine.

"We can eat human food too, more for pleasure though."

Blaine opened his fridge, groaning and scratching at his head as he noted that lack of food inside. He turned his head when Kurt's laughter filled his heart, enjoying the sight of Kurt leaning over his breakfast table with his head in his hand, "An apple will be fine, thank you."

Turning to his fruit bowl, Blaine picked out the largest apple he could find and placed it in Kurt's hands, smiling as he watched Kurt take a large bite followed by a sultry moan as the juices ran down his throat.

"This is amazing." Kurt spoke after swallowing his first bite and wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his dressing gown.

"Easily pleased." Blaine teased, walking round and towards the stairs, turning back to Kurt, "I'll show you to your room."

Allowing Kurt to walk ahead of him, Blaine held out his arms all too aware that though Kurt seemed to be talking more freely now, he was still light on his feet and swaying dangerously and, as they reached the last few steps, Kurt tripped. Catching him before he could fall, Blaine lifted Kurt back into his arms and walked down the corridor towards his spare room.

"Sorry, master." Kurt whispered.

"Hey, none of that. You're pushing yourself too hard, don't fight the drug too much or else it'll hit you even harder."

"I don't want to be a burden." Came another whisper.

"You're not, Kurt."

Placing Kurt down on his feet outside the door, Blaine pushed it open, allowing Kurt to wander inside. He didn't know how often he'd dreamt of this, bringing Kurt here and showing him this room, imagined the smile and look of relief he'd show upon stepping inside... and reality didn't disappoint. Kurt was smiling so brightly, looking over the bottles on the vanity unit, peaking through the en suite and bouncing on the bed. Blaine had to look away and down at the carpet to stop himself from smiling too much.

"You must let me repay you." Kurt uttered.

A thousand thoughts rushed through Blaine's mind and he had to take a deep breath to send them away, instead shaking his head at Kurt, "Don't worry about that. There are bathroom supplies in the cabinet above the sink and there are clothes in the cupboards that should fit you."

"Thank you." Kurt stood to approach Blaine, leaning against the door frame, "I almost don't want to sleep... in case this is a dream."

Blaine sighed, pushing a lock of hair out of Kurt's face, "I can promise you it's not, and if you want confirmation that I'm still here in the morning, my room is just next to yours."

The blush on Kurt's cheeks only caused Blaine's mind to bring back the thoughts he'd just sent away, but again he pushed them aside taking a step back from Kurt, "Good night, Kurt. We'll talk more in the morning."

"Good night, Blaine."

Blaine didn't move until the door shut tight, then on slow feet to try and slow down his heart and mind, Blaine made his way back to the kitchen, his fangs digging into his lower lip. Yes it was going to be difficult living with Kurt, hearing his heart race and his blood pump around his body, but he would make this work.

Pulling out a flask from the fridge and pouring a generous amount into a mug, he set it in the microwave, watching it count down, his body desperate for the taste of blood. He had done it, he'd got Kurt out of that horrid existence and brought him under his protection, now all Blaine had to do was protect Kurt from himself.

With the beep of the microwave, Blaine took his mug back to his room, staying quiet on his feet, pausing outside Kurt's room where he could just hear the faint wash of his serene voice from behind the closed door. He was smiling, yes, he would work on his control, because he couldn't deny the joy he felt at hearing Kurt sing and seeing him smile like he did earlier. Allowing a moment to listen to Kurt, Blaine carried on to his room, shutting the door behind him and prepared himself for the days ahead. Yes, Kurt seemed calm now but he knew pixies didn't do well coming off the drug.

A promise lives within you now