Kurt was lying on their bed when Blaine went upstairs and the black-haired vampire smiled, shutting the door and running his eyes over his mate.

“Is my dad gone?” Kurt asked, staying on his back and just turning his head.

Blaine nodded, licking his lips. As he trailed his eyes over his mate he noticed the bulge forming between Kurt's legs, it was making his mouth water and his own grow.

Kurt seemed to notice and sat up, beckoning him over. “Come here. I've been lying here for the last ten minutes remembering our first time.” His voice was deep and seductive and it had Blaine scrambling onto the bed, climbing between Kurt's legs and cupping his cheek.

Their lips met in a loving kiss and it quickly deepened as Blaine pressed Kurt back onto the bed.

Blaine broke the kiss with a soft ‘mwah' and started kissing down his mate's jaw as the other vampire's eyes slipped closed and he moaned deeply. They quickly took each other's clothes off and Blaine immediately latched into Kurt's neck, letting his fangs graze the tender, pale flesh.

“Please.” Kurt whined and Blaine growled, sinking his teeth deep into his love's neck. Kurt bucked underneath him, crying out. Blaine wrapped his hand around Kurt's weeping cock and pumped in time with his sucks, making the empath scream.

When Kurt came down from his orgasm Blaine sat back, observing the picture of debauchery. Kurt's cock was lying against his thigh, still half hard and his chest was heaving, the bite holes to his neck healing. “You're beautiful.” Blaine breathed, the love for his mate swirling with the arousal for him burst through him, making him slightly dizzy.

Kurt beamed at him and reached up to pull him down for another kiss. When they parted Kurt whispered against Blaine's lips. “I need you.”

Blaine grinned wolfishly and grabbed the lube from the bedside drawer. He poured the liquid over his fingers and Kurt's hole, watching it clench and following it with his fingers, pressing them into his mate's willing body. Kurt keened loudly and Blaine chuckled. “Patience, beautiful.”

“Fuck patience.” Kurt growled and Blaine raised an eyebrow, a smirk growing on his face.

“Ok,” He replied evenly and plunged all three of his fingers deep into Kurt, listening in happiness to the long, loud scream of pleasure as he violated his mate. He leaned down and whispered. “Be careful what you wish for,” He reared back when Kurt tried to bite him, unimpressed. “Ok, ok. If that's how you want it.” He said and pulled his fingers back out.

Kurt watched with wide eyes and Blaine leaned down for another passionate kiss. He slicked himself up and lined up while he drifter over his love, kissing and biting down his neck and chest. He pushed in and started pumping in and out, setting a brutal pace while Kurt moaned and keened beneath him.

Blaine panted, sweat rolling down his body as he felt his orgasm nearing and almost sighed in relief. The bed had been creaking under them for the last five minutes and Kurt had had to press his hands against the headboard to protect his head more than once.

Kurt whined loudly, his body bucking and white spurts of come splashed over them both. Blaine's eyes rolled back, the feeling of his mate clenching around him heavenly and fucked back in, seating himself as deep as possible and let the cum pour into Kurt.

Blaine stayed inside Kurt as they came down, lying on top of his mate carefully. Kurt sighs happily once his eyes clear and watches Blaine cross his arms on his chest, settling his chin on them to stare and Kurt knows if he was able to, he'd be blushing again.

They lie there in silence until something occurs to Kurt. He looks at the other vampire who raises an eyebrow at him. “Can I ask you something?” He asks and Blaine looks at him with that fond look that says ‘silly boy, I love you'.

“Of course, beautiful.” Blaine replies and the rumble of Blaine's body against his sends a shock of heat through him where they're still connected.

Kurt bites his lip, wondering how this would be taken. It's not that he prizes anything. Blaine knows his fantasies of falling for him; after all, he did go to the ball with the idea that he could snag him, its just fate that did everything else. “You and your dad both said Cooper threw his crown at you, literally and I was wondering…”

 Blaine sniggers, a sound that Kurt loves and hates, rolling his eyes as he knows he's about to be teased. “You want to see my crown jewels?” Blaine says in a voice that manages to be full of humour and haughtiness.

“Oh my gosh.” Kurt whispers, head thumping back against the pillow.

 Blaine laughs, his voice high and full of amusement. “Oh Kurt, you said it. You should see your face; it's trying so hard to blush.”

Kurt smacks the hand that's trying to cup his cheek away and shoves at Blaine to try to get him off and out. “Shut up and show me the shiny things.”

“Come on sweetheart. I'll show you my ‘shiny things'.” Blaine laughs, slipping out with a wince and gets up, holding out a hand to his mate.

Kurt narrowed his eyes and glares, even if the effect is lost on the highly amused Prince. “I should warn you, I can make you feel things, unpleasant things.”

“And I can stop you. You have your own by the way.” Blaine replies, waving his hand airily.

Kurt gapes at him and squeaks. “I do?”

Blaine nods and hauls him upright. “Of course you do, my Prince.”

They quickly shower because Kurt refuses to leave their bedroom smelling of sex which leads to two rounds of shower sex and him almost blinding Blaine when he pulls his mouth off as Kurt's about to cum and doesn't change his mate's aim. They leave their bedroom about an hour later and walk down halls and staircases until they reach a large door. Behind it is a vault door which Blaine punches some numbers into then presses his hand against, listening to the clicks. An automated voice then greets Blaine and the black-haired vampire tugs Kurt into the vault after him.

Kurt's breath catches as he looks at the numbered boxes in the wall then at the large cabinets. Blaine opens the doors of one and his breath stops altogether. “Sparkly.” He whispers reverently. Four crowns lie on dark blue pillows; four circlets lie on dark red pillows under them. Blaine's name and an old photograph of the Prince at fifteen are set into the wall of the cabinet above the crowns and circlets on his side. ‘Blaine's mate' is written above the others and Kurt takes a step forward, the sparkling jewels entrancing him.

Blaine rolls his eyes and leans against the case, staring at the man he loves with fond adoration. “Traditionally the circlets were worn any time we would be out in public and the crowns are official ceremonies and events but I only wear mine when I have to.”

“Why?” Kurt asks, if he could he'd wear any of the beautiful creations and never take them off.

Blaine shrugs and opens the case, taking out one of Kurt's circlets. It's intricate but obviously one of the less formal ones. The metal bands criss-cross each other like a braid then one swoops down in the middle to emulate a widow's peak and a glittering moon sapphire fills the space. He holds it gingerly and places it on Kurt's head positioning it correctly and Kurt's body fills with heat, checking himself out in the mirror attached to the inside of one of the doors. “It doesn't seem like what ‘normal' teenagers do and I don't like things in my hair.”

Kurt gives him a fond look. “You know you're not normal, right Blaine?”

Blaine smirks and ducks his head, looking at his mate through his eyelashes bashfully. “I like to pretend.”

Kurt hums and pulls the other man to him and holds him in a pose of the waltz they shared the night of the ball, the night his life changed. “Well Prince Blaine Diavolo Anderson, do you know what I used to pretend when I was younger?” Blaine blinks at him, eyes wide and adoring and Kurt moves their bodies in a ghost of a dance then lightly kisses Blaine's soft lips. “That I was a Prince and someday my handsome vampire prince would whisk me away from my life of banality and bullies to a life of happiness and crowns and royal events.”

Blaine stares at him in awe and feels a tiny bit of sympathy creep in, even though if he admitted to it Kurt would huff and give him a lecture. It was the first time Kurt had said out loud anything about his life before graduating high school that wasn't about his friends and glee club. “You know you don't have to worry about that any more don't you?”

Kurt scoffs and steps back, out of his arms and looks at his reflection again. “Yes Blaine, my life is a lot different now I have a vampire fiancé, a world looking at us to see what we do, expecting us to come out in public and watching our every move. High school was so much harder.”

Blaine sighs and steps up to him, placing his hands on his shoulders and waiting until Kurt's eyes connect with his in their reflections. “You know that's not what I meant. Kurt you're so much better than any of them and the fact that you had to deal with them at all makes me cringe but it made you who you are and I'm in awe of who you are. I meant that now you have a family that loves you besides your dad and you can be who you really are. You're not hiding any more.”

Kurt smiles and turns around, kissing Blaine deeply. “I know and thank you Mr Prince Always Knows What To Say Anderson.” He says when they part.

“You're welcome.” Blaine replies cheekily and they laugh. Blaine laces their fingers together and they leave, closing the cabinet and waiting for the vault door to lock behind them.

It takes three hours and approving looks from Blaine's father, Countess Mina and a wolf whistle from Rachel for them to realise that Kurt's still wearing his circlet.