“Vampire.” Blaine mumbled behind his hand but Kurt heard it.

“What do you mean?”

“Vampire. Your blood isn't human,” Blaine gasped, spitting some of the blood still on his fangs onto the floor. “Who's drunk from you?”

Kurt's eyes widened. This was insane. “No-one's drunk from me but you Blaine. I'm untouched. I can't be your mate if I was.” He spluttered.

“You can't be my mate if you're human.” Blaine snapped, getting angry. None of this made sense.

“Well according to you my blood isn't human anyway,” Kurt retorted, his eyes going a strange blue that Blaine noted he shouldn't be able to do. Blaine hissed a little and Kurt rolled his eyes. “Look, why don't we go see my dad. He'll know what to do.”

Blaine scowled but let Kurt guide them to his car and soon they were speeding back to Lima, Blaine glaring at Kurt's neck and the puncture marks he'd made in the otherwise flawless skin and Kurt trying to ignore him.

Finally they arrived at Kurt's house and Kurt let them in, Blaine following so close he almost tripped Kurt up until he pushed the Prince ahead of him with a growl. “Dad?” He shouted, hoping his father hadn't gone to bed already. It was only 10.30pm and his dad wasn't an early sleeper.

Finally they heard shuffling and Kurt's dad walked down the stairs. Blaine watched him with an odd feeling of needing to bow but squashed it as the older man looked at them in surprise.

“Kurt? What's going on?”

Kurt looked between Blaine who was looking slightly constipated and his father who was scratching his head. “Dad is there something wrong with my blood?” Blaine snorted beside him and Kurt glanced at him with a stern look but the Prince just glared back then he realised his dad was looking sheepish. He didn't have time to question him, however as they heard a car pull up and its lights washed over the front of the house, illuminating them as they hadn't shut the door. Kurt noticed Royal plates and sighed. “Blaine your parents are here.” He said and Blaine turned to see his parents walking up the path hurriedly.

Kurt's dad for his part bowed and waited while Kurt bowed to them and they nodded to him.

Blaine looked between his parents, obviously expecting to be told why their son and his mate vanished from the ball, and Kurt and his dad who looked confused on Kurt's part and guilty on his father's. In lieu of proper reaction Blaine pointed at Kurt and blurted out. “Kurt's blood isn't human.”

The Andersons looked at each other then Kurt who placed his hand over his face then Kurt's father spoke up. “I, I should start from the beginning. My name is Burt, my son Kurt and I have lived here for years since my wife passed in an accident. He is an extraordinary boy and that seems to extend to mating with Your Highnesses son,” He cast an eye over Kurt who looked back at him and Blaine who tilted his head, curious. “I hoped this day would never come but in all likelihood I knew it would happen. Kurt I want to apologise to you.”

“What have you done dad?” Kurt asked.

“It wasn't me. My name is Burt Vladislav Amorsa. I am the third son of the second son.” Burt replied, shaking his head. All three Andersons gasped and suddenly fell to one knee.

“Um, dad, why are they bowing to you?” Kurt asked, sounding a little scared.

Burt stepped closer to his son and sighed. “They're not bowing to me, well they are but, they're bowing to you.”

Kurt's eyes widened to saucers and he looked at the Royals, the only royals he'd ever known. “Um, get up please and dad, what the hell?”

“Language,” Burt said sternly as their guests stood up. “Kurt, many years ago do you remember me telling you about there being another beside the Count that day? One who took oath and grew fang?”

“I thought that was just a story.” Kurt said uncertainly.

Blaine shook his head and stepped up to Kurt, taking his hand. “Kurt, the Amorsas are as much a part of history as my great grandfather and my family but instead of revelling in his choice, Count Amorsa rejected his nature and only created offspring as the Drăculești did but never making vampires the way we did.”

“What's where you come in, my boy,” Burt said and Kurt looked from the honey eyes he was falling for into his father's safe, green ones. “The fourth son, you, is the great great grandson of the second son, the second to sell his soul. You are Count Amorsa's great great grandson, a Dănești. Your powers were bound when you were an infant to protect you as they have been in each generation. Your mother was distantly related to Countess Mina, a sliver of Drăculești blood flowed in her veins, just like your friend Rachel. We mated, created you and I knew you would be for the Prince of the Drăculești.”

“I'm a Prince.” Kurt mumbled, his eyes glazed.

Burt nodded along with the others. “Yes, and I'm so sorry Kurt.”

“It can be undone though, right?” Kurt asked, looking between his father and the vampires. They all nodded and Blaine's father spoke up.

“All spells can be unbound, it will be a long and painful process but we can bring back your true nature.”

Burt drew in a breath through his teeth and Kurt looked at him. “Are you sure you want to do that, kid?”

Kurt smiled at him. “Dad I may be Dănești but I don't hate being one. I dreamt of falling for a vampire. I dreamt of falling for Blaine and, bluntly, I'm his mate and he can't mate with a human.”

Burt blinked and all of their eyes shifted to Blaine who shook violently for a second and shrugged bashfully but Kurt saw the wetness in his eyes. Burt closed his eyes for a second and nodded and by the time he opened them he was alone in the house with just the phantom press of his son's lips to his forehead.