He'd been gone too long.

It had been so crushing a blow that Merlin hadn't even cared when he spent the first few nights napping in the woods and ignoring the way people looked at his strange clothes. But the town was small and people talked and, just as eventually, someone wanted a pet project. For all his initial bitterness and rejections of the help, the woman was a widower. She had nothing to do but pester Merlin until he let her take him home like a stray cat and give him clothes handed down from her late husband that didn't fit quite right.

The only thing Merlin could think as he tried to get a handle on the new world in which he found himself was that Arthur wasn't in it.

Before he left, he'd written the prince a letter. It had explained who he was, what he was and where he was going. It had also spent the better part of two pages apologizing for not being honest before and begging Arthur to forgive him, promising that he would return and that he would explain face to face once he did. Because he hadn't been able to do it. Merlin had lacked the courage to look Arthur in the eyes and see the grudging respect the prince had finally developed for him turn to hatred. Magic was evil so far as Arthur was concerned, had snatched away both of his parents. Merlin hadn't been able to face Arthur looking at him with hatred.

So he'd walked out on the man that he loved more than he would ever be able to say without a word. He'd found a tear in the veil between worlds behind the castle, and he'd slipped through as he'd been summoned to do. There were debts to be paid, the fae had told him. They had saved him and saved Arthur, and for once his own people - for they insisted he was one of their own even if he was not a full-blooded fae himself - needed his loyalty too.

For awhile, Merlin simply let the woman take care of him. He didn't have the will to care for himself when he had ruined everything. What was the point of it all? His destiny was Arthur, and Arthur was dead. Centuries dead. Some nights just the idea of it kept him up sobbing into the pillow of the kind woman's guest room until exhaustion brought with it the relief of sleep.

Eventually he realized he needed a life of his own however empty that life might be. He got a job at a bar. It amused him. A vampire bar, of all things. The owner had been kind enough to tell him stiffly to be careful, that "his kind" were rather "attractive" to the undead. Once Merlin realized that fairies and vampires had a very special sort of a connection, he'd figured out a simple spell to cloak himself, a sort of magical cologne that would obscure the scent that was likely to turn the patrons into ravenous beasts. And so he had eventually moved out of the widow's house over her protests. No matter how much she disapproved of his job, Merlin was fairly certain she considered him the adopted son she never had. He hated breaking her heart, but he'd needed someplace to be alone. He'd found the place in rat trap of an apartment a few blocks from the bar. It allowed him to walk to work and still afford some groceries. Perfect.

Merlin found a used laptop in a pawn shop and set about filling in the blanks in his own memory. So he'd found himself scouring the internet and reading legends and tales of Camelot that he knew to be stories at best and lies at worst and slinging drinks and fake blood to the only other creatures he knew who had suffered the same culture shock he had himself. The stories pained him, but he couldn't stop reading. They claimed that Arthur had been married to Guinevere. That thought was a pleasant one. He needed someone to look after him, and Gwen was kind, sweet. But he couldn't picture sweet Gwen betraying Arthur, nor could he imagine Lancelot, of all people, turning on his prince - no, his king.

What hurt the most was reading about the end of it all, how terribly wrong things had gone, how Mordred - and how was he old enough to lead armies? to try to take over the throne? - had waged war while Arthur was weak and mourning and killed the king on the battlefield. The first time he'd seen the words, Merlin had slammed the lid of the laptop shut and spent the rest of the evening curled up in bed sobbing. He'd known Arthur was dead. He'd known, but seeing it stated so plainly and unemotionally tore his heart. And, then, maybe the stories were wrong. So many of them spoke as if he'd been there, as if Merlin had been by the king's side just as he'd always wanted to be. So maybe all of it was lies anyway.

It didn't matter. Arthur was still dead. He was still alone.

He could do this. Kurt stood up straighter and ran a hand over his clothing. For once he was being somewhat inconspicuous. The black pants, tight gray shirt and black vest he wore were positively drab by his usual standards, but together it made for a fetching ensemble and one he hoped looked sophisticated enough for him to pass for the 23 years old his fake ID said he was. Satisfied that he was well put together, Kurt sauntered up to the woman guarding the door as confidently as possible and held out his ID.

She raised an eyebrow, gave him an appraising once-over, and chuckled. "Enjoy yourself."

There was something dark and dangerous in her eyes that made Kurt want to shy away. Instead he flashed a tight, nervous smile and edged into the bar. He was tired of letting other people tell him what he could and couldn't do. He wasn't some shrinking violet who could be kept in the corner. He was Kurt Hummel, and... and now that he was here, he was having trouble deciding how exactly he'd gone from wanting to prove his bravery to being stupid enough to go to a vampire bar without telling a single soul where he'd be. Ignoring his own nerves, Kurt moved toward the bar and found himself looking at a young man who didn't seem as if he could much out of high school himself. To his surprise, the man greeted him with a warm smile. "Um, hi," Kurt ventured, wondering why the guy was looking at him as if they'd known each other for years.

"Didn't figure I'd see any familiar faces here." There was a healthy dose of relief in the words, and the young man's bright blue eyes sparkled.

As much as he hated to quash the pleasant greeting, Kurt shook his head. "Familiar? No, I... you must be mistaking me for someone else." Kurt wondered if perhaps the bartender was a bit touched or if he was this odd with everyone.

The bartender looked momentarily uncertain. "Are you sure?" He followed with something that sounded like a name - Kurt was sure he heard his own buried in the syllables somewhere - but that he had never heard before in his life. "You don't... oh. My mistake. Sorry." Seeming momentarily out of sorts, the bartender finally looked him over again, "Be careful in here. You... well, you might get a little extra attention. Anyway, what can I get you?"

Kurt, puzzled by the whole experience, ordered the only alcoholic drink he really knew and settled for a cosmo. He waited patiently, glancing around to find that the bartender seemed to be right. Quite a few sharks were circling already. He felt a flush rising up his neck at the thought. The sound of the bartender's gentle voice - what the hell was someone English doing slinging drinks here anyway? - broke into his thoughts again, "I think the person you're looking for's back that way." He nodded toward a booth in the rear of the club where an absolutely stunning man sat. He had unruly dark hair and dark eyes that made Kurt's breath catch even from across the bar.

"I- I wasn't looking for anyone," Kurt protested weakly, tearing his gaze away so that he could regard the man speaking and take his drink. "I just came..."

"Yeah, well, think he's the one anyway," the bartender protested with a shrug. "Go on."

Kurt hesitated and then started walking in that direction as if the gentle encouragement were an order instead. His feet moved of their own accord, and he was nearly to the man's table when an unknown hand grabbed his arm. The cool fingers were like a vice, and Kurt's eyes flew to the stranger who held him fast. The man wasn't unattractive, but his green eyes were cruel, and the smile more like a leer. "Hey, pretty. Come dance with me." Kurt found himself being dragged onto the floor despite his best efforts to dig in his heels and swat the hand away.

It had just seemed like another night at the Last Drop. At least that's how Blaine Anderson felt until he walked into the bar. Every pair of undead eyes in the room focused on the new comer, and the shift in attention cut through the air like a razor blade. Blaine's interest peaked, as well as his building excitement as the alluring stranger began to move toward his table. Sixteen? Seventeen? He assessed, weighing in his mind whether the boy was a 'fang banger' or just out on a jaunt to satisfy his curiosity. Neither mattered to Blaine. He wanted him with a shocking desperation, and before the evening was over, the ravishing stranger would be his.

However, a rival decided to scupper his plans by stepping in and dragging his prize away. Blaine tensed, his fangs on the verge of emerging. It took every last ounce of his self control not to leap across the dance floor and tear the other vampire's throat out. Instead Blaine swirled the remnants of his bottle of True Blood before finishing it, straightened from the booth, and then casually strode toward his intended target. The boy's fear was palpable; ten miles could
have separated them and Blaine would have still been able to smell his distress. That only strengthened his resolve as he grasped his opponent's shoulder and whirled him around. His eyes blazing, Blaine declared for all to recognize, "He's MINE."

Under normal circumstances, Kurt would have protested. Strenuously. He didn't belong to anyone. But when the dark-eyed vampire growled at the man who'd been accosting him, Kurt found himself closer to swooning than anger. He was momentarily light-headed and had to fight the desire to groan aloud at the sound of the man's voice. God, he was sexier up close than he'd been from across the bar. A sting of pain dragged his attention forcefully from his gorgeous would-be savior and back to the problem at hand.

The first vampire apparently wasn't interested in relinquishing the pretty bit of fresh blood and gripped Kurt's arm hard enough to bruise, his nails digging in through the thin fabric of the boy's shirt. "Says who? Looked to me like he waltzed in alone and stayed that way until I asked him for a dance."

"You didn't ask," Kurt snapped at once, eyes flashing, "you-you grabbed me." He jerked at his arm again and wondered just how stupid an idea it would be to jam the heel of his perfectly-polished black boots into the vampire's foot.

"He doesn't want to dance with you." Blaine's eyes gleamed menacingly in the dim light of the bar. His fangs protruded unbidden as he took another dangerous step closer to the other vampire. He admired the boy's sudden burst of courage, and that only made Blaine want him that much more. No one else would have him, no one else would ever touch him again. "This is the last time I'm going to repeat myself; he's mine." Blaine cut his gaze toward the object of desire, staring deeply into those impossible blue-green eyes. "Aren't you?"

"Yes," Kurt whispered, sure he'd lost his mind in agreeing to any such thing. The vampire was a complete stranger no matter what the bartender had said. He swallowed and found his feet already trying to take a step toward the man just the same only to find himself shoved unceremoniously in that direction.

"Fine. Take 'im. Not that fucking hot anyway." The vampire glared at the pair of them before pushing back into the crowd.

Kurt let out a shaky breath and slowly turned to look back at the vampire who'd staked his claim so boldly. "I... I don't even know your name..." Despite that fact, he wanted nothing more than to lean into the shorter man's arms and see what he smelled like, what he tasted like.

Blaine keep his dangerous gaze fixed on the other vampire until he was well out of sight. Only then did he allow himself to relax and luxuriate in the presence of the beautiful mortal before him. "Well, I don't know yours either," he countered, retracting his fangs and offering him a warm smile. Clasping his hands behind his back, he leaned forward and drank in the stranger's intoxicating scent. He whispered close to his ear, "It's Blaine."

Kurt almost dropped the drink that was half-forgotten in his hand but recovered some of his cool at the last moment. "Blaine," he breathed, unable to resist rolling the word across his tongue to see how it sounded. Realizing that he was expected to respond in kind, Kurt finally found his voice once more. "I'm Kurt." //And I have absolutely no idea what I just got myself into.// Instead of moving away from the vampire, however, Kurt found himself leaning in closer, his hand raising, uncertain of where to fall and wanting so badly to rest against the dark curls at the back of the vampire's neck.

"Kurt," Blaine echoed, unable to believe the luck that had brought this impossibly beautiful mortal to him. With a suddenness that was certain to take Kurt by surprise, he grasped his outstretched hand and whirled him around. Kurt's back flush against his chest, Blaine groaned at the intimate contact as he snaked his arm around that slender waist. His hips swayed to the throbbing club music with a fluidity that suggested he was making love instead of dancing. He breathed in Kurt's intoxicating scent, which was more powerful than ever before. Blaine felt his fangs itching to sink into that flawless throat as his lips hovered closer. "What were you thinking coming here?" he murmured. "You could've been eaten alive."

"I-I don't see why," Kurt stammered, unable to completely get his bearings with the vampire's body tight against his own and their bodies moving together in a way that was definitely crossing the line between sexy and lewd, not that he minded. He'd spotted plenty of other mortals, many of them who were, but Kurt's estimation, far more attractive than he was himself. He managed to set his drink on the tray of a passing waiter. The idea of bothering with it had fled his mind entirely. It was worth whatever he'd paid for it to have had the bartender point this man out. //Crazy... but excellent taste.// Kurt's arms draped around Blaine's neck almost casually, the gesture surprisingly comfortable. The smell of the bar - beer and cigarettes - clung to Blaine's curly hair, but somehow Kurt didn't mind. He breathed the scent in instead and sighed. "Nothing special."

"I beg to differ," Blaine countered, finding it damn near impossible not to steal the air from Kurt's lungs with a kiss. "They're all watching you." His lips were close to the mortal's ear again, whispering, "They all want to tear me apart to get to you." He could feel the other vampires' hungry eyes, but now that he had made Kurt his, no one would dare touch him.Blaine vaguely wondered if Kurt realized the connotations of his claim? "If I hadn't made you mine, there's no telling what would have happened." He didn't want to scare the mortal, only make him understand. //Why does he smell so damn good?// "This's your first time." It was a statement, not a question. "Have you ever met a vampire before?"

It was all so strange that Kurt wasn't sure if he should be offended that he was presumed to be ignorant - which, of course, he was - angry at being made a possession or turned on by the fact that the vampire was so fixated on him. Maybe even flattered that the others wanted him as well? Kurt glanced around as discreetly as possible and was surprised to note that Blaine was right. Quite a few others were staring at them rather openly. He shifted in closer to the vampire, surprised to find that he rather liked the idea of Blaine protecting him. Finally he shook his head, which was almost resting on Blaine's shoulder now. "No," he answered quietly. "I... this... this is my first time coming to a place like this." Unsettled and uncertain but grateful all the same, his lips almost touched the chilly skin on Blaine's ear as he whispered, "Thank you."

It had been a while since Blaine had heard those two words that it came as something of a shock. Turned almost a year ago, his life was still new and wild; Blaine had indulged in things he'd never dreamed possible. He had lived more over these past few months than all of his seventeen years alive. Tonight he had planned to quench both his thirst and his lust with a random fang-banger; he never expected someone like Kurt to walk into the Last Drop. "You don't have to thank me," he murmured in return. "Would it surprise you if I said my intentions are less than pure? I'm not that noble, Kurt." He drew back and gazed deeply into those mesmerizing eyes. "I wanted you the minute you walked in. That's why I made you mine."

Determined that he wasn't going to come off as completely useless and passive, Kurt pointed out, "If you recall, I'm the one who was coming up to you to start with." He blushed under the intensity of Blaine's stare but didn't back down or look away. It was strange to realize that he was the taller of the two of them and yet somehow it was the vampire whose presence immediately seemed to assert itself as the dominant one. "Who says my intentions were pure, Blaine?" Despite the blush, Kurt was proud of himself for being so direct about what he was thinking no matter how dangerous the game he was playing happened to be.

"Is that so?" Blaine arched an eyebrow. His hunger for Kurt continued to escalate, and Blaine wondered if the mortal truly realized the potent effect he was having on not only him, but every other vampire in the bar. Already his self control was hanging by a thread; Kurt was much too enticing for his own good. "Then, you wouldn't say no if I suggested we go back to my place?" He was offering Kurt a choice, a chance to back out. It was something Blaine had never done before. And it perplexed the vampire greatly. Still, there was no doubting that Kurt was special. How special remained to be seen. He could smell the innocence on his skin; Kurt was a virgin. "You've come this far," Blaine's mouth was a hair's breadth from touching Kurt's, "there's no reason you should stop now."

Kurt let out a soft sound that wasn't a yes or a no. He could barely form a coherent thought when he was so close to kissing the vampire. "Someplace more... more quiet might be nice," he finally gasped out. Unable to keep himself from it any longer, Kurt tipped his head and felt their lips brush together. It was the barest, gentlest touch and it was enough to sent a shock of pleasure through Kurt that sent his heart racing. "Please, let's go." If his father found out he was being so reckless, so ridiculously stupid, he would be killed - and not by a strange vampire in a bar. He'd promised that he was just going to stay with Rachel, just a little "girl time," nothing to worry about. //And he'd be right. This is stupid. So very, very stupid.// Kurt couldn't bring himself to even begin caring.

Passing through a crowd of fang-bangers waiting to be admitted inside, Blaine led Kurt around a corner of the building which opened into an alleyway. His feelings racing out of control, he was crushing Kurt against the side of the brick wall and pressing their lips together before the other man had a chance to react. He explored Kurt's heavenly mouth eagerly, dipping his tongue inside. "Kurt, you're so beautiful," he chanted softly between kisses.

Kurt blushed. No one ever called him that. His father would tell him that he looked "sharp" from time to time, and the girls would tell him that this and that article of clothing were to die for, but he couldn't recall hearing anyone use the word "beautiful" since he was little and his mother would paint his toenails a sweet shade of pink when she did her own. It was so strange, and so hauntingly lovely that Kurt probably would have protested if Blaine hadn't had him pressed against a scratchy brick wall... and if the kiss hadn't been so sweet that he nearly forgot that fact. Unable to think of a proper way to respond, Kurt moaned instead and wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck to keep the vampire close.

Being the Last Drop's only singer definitely had its perks. He'd been set up with a spacious loft apartment down the block, which made it wonderfully convenient when bringing someone home. Of course Kurt was far more special than the usual fang-bangers who wanted to be fucked and fed upon; Kurt was his now. Blaine opened the door and switched on the soft lighting, revealing a beautifully furnished space, elegant and functional. Kurt appreciating the decor, however, was the last thing on Blaine's mind at the moment. "Tell me," he whispered, nuzzling into his throat. "This is your first time, right?"

Color flooded Kurt's cheeks, obvious now that they were in a properly lit space. He ducked his head despite the fact that Blaine couldn't see him from the vampire's current vantage point. "Yes," he whispered softly, heart pounding so fast that Kurt was fairly sure this was what having a stroke felt like. He clung to Blaine almost desperately, afraid that if he allowed any time or space between them that he might lose courage. The apartment around them was well-furnished, lovely actually. Kurt approved wholeheartedly of the decor. He would have said so normally. As it was, the only reason he looked at all was to keep his mind from running away with him and focusing on the fact that he was planning to have sex with a strange vampire in a strange place when they'd only known each other for about ten minutes. //Thank god I didn't do any drinking if this is the sort of clear-headed decision I make while sober.//

"There's nothing to be ashamed about," Blaine assured him, tipping Kurt's chin up to meet his gaze. "It makes tonight that much more special." Another kiss to those soft lips and he was leading Kurt toward the bedroom. It staggered Blaine to contemplate how anyone--mortal, vampire or other--had not indulged themselves in this intoxicating creature. Perhaps it wasn't luck but fate that had brought Kurt to him tonight? It was a romantic notion, and one that Blaine was more than happy to revel in. His bedroom was enormous, housing a bed that could have comfortably slept four. The semi-darkness was expelled when Blaine took the time to light several candles, the mood fairly dripping with enchantment. His smile seductive, he sat down on the edge of mattress and drew Kurt toward him, embracing him as he gazed up into that angelic face. "You're not just mine for tonight, Kurt. You're mine always."

Still blushing but unable to keep a smile from his lips, Kurt tipped his head down so that their foreheads rested together. He was surprised anew at how easy and comfortable the position was. "You don't even know me. Not even my last name," he pointed out gently. It wasn't a protest, precisely, more a recounting of the facts of their situation. "You don't know me well enough to... to want that." And yet he'd felt his heart lurch at the words and had wanted nothing more than to hear them again. Kurt had never been stupid. He had been naive at times, overly optimistic when it came to matters of the heart. What else could explain the fact that he'd taken so long to get over his fascination with Finn? But he wanted Blaine just the same. "How can you be so sure?"

Blaine smiled, and murmured, "I was certain the minute you walked into the club." He caressed Kurt's arm, feeling the nervous anticipation thrumming through the mortal's body. "Everything I needed to know was right there in your eyes. Nothing else matters." Meaning every word, he tumbled back onto the bed, dragging Kurt along with him and kissing him deeply, hungrily. His legs tangled around Kurt, while his arms embraced him as if they were long-lost lovers finally reunited. The scent, the heat, the very essence of Kurt filled Blaine and left the vampire reeling in a way he had never known before. Since being turned he had enjoyed pleasure, desire, and lust beyond belief, but never anything quite like the feelings Kurt stirred within him. His tongue caressed Kurt's, sliding together as he drank his fill of that delicious mouth. One hand disappeared up the back of his shirt, exploring the mortal's heated flesh for the first time.

Having lost his balance entirely when Blaine fell back, Kurt found himself lying on top of the vampire, his legs between the other man's. He had walked into the club that night never having really even been kissed, and now he was lying on top of the most gorgeous creature he'd ever laid eyes on. //Obviously, the world has spun well and truly out of control and I've lost my mind,// Kurt reasoned, planting his hands on either side of Blaine's head. He had no further protests after what Blaine had said. What could he say when he agreed with every word? As little sense as it made, he felt the same way. As the embrace grew more heated, Kurt pulled away and looked down at Blaine with dazed eyes. "I want you," he confessed. It was obvious enough, but somehow it felt more official now that he'd said the words so bluntly. "I want you. I want you to... I want everything." He let out giddy little laugh.

"Everything you shall have," Blaine replied, his smile full of seduction and promises. Both hands were under Kurt's shirt now, on the warm smooth skin of his back, feeling goosebumps forming beneath the pads of his fingers. He lifted his mouth to Kurt's exposed throat, nibbling and licking and sucking excitedly. Kurt tasted incredible, and once again Blaine fought to keep his vampiric instincts from kicking in. Near desperate for more contact, he urged the mortal to put his hands in the air and Blaine peeled off the vest and slid the shirt up over his head and flung both articles of clothing across the room. He groaned with desire and approval; before him was an alabaster expanse of flesh, with perfect blushing nipples that fairly begged to be devoured. Blaine's lips and hands were on them in an instant, and he started gently mauling them with passion.

Kurt left his arms above his head in silent supplication. He gave in, trusting Blaine to take care of him and was rewarded with the sinfully sweet pressure of Blaine's mouth on one of his nipples. The peak hardened at the ardent touch, the other rising at the bidding of Blaine's clever fingers. Kurt's hips twisted against the other man's body, and he realized with a jolt that he could do that whenever he wanted. Blaine wanted him, had laid some sort of claim to him, and he didn't have to be afraid of being pushed away. Kurt bit his lip and lowered his hands at last to run them over the muscular expanse of Blaine's back. He hummed his frustration at the fabric there and gave it a tug to show just what he didn't like about the situation. "Off," Kurt ordered simply.

Blaine moaned his agreement, drawing away from Kurt's delicious chest long enough to peel the tight shirt from his body. Having taken up weightlifting to intimidate bullies before he was turned, his bare torso was an expanse of chiseled muscle peppered with silky dark hair. He reached for one of Kurt's trembling hands and laid it against his skin, shivering at the warmth. His eyes, stormy and murky, gazed into Kurt's with such passion that the abrupt bond between vampire and mortal rattled Blaine to his core. He lunged for Kurt's nipples again, closing his lips over one and his fingers over the other. It thrilled Blaine to know that no one else had ever touched him this way, that no one had ever made him feel this wanted, this special.

Unashamed in the heat of the moment, Kurt threw his head back and moaned. Maybe he was stupid for hooking up with a strange vampire, but it felt perfect just the same. Slender hips rolled in a silent attempt to find some sort of stimulation despite Kurt not being in a hurry to rush Blaine away from his current task. The vampire was delicious, his cool and fingers waking nerves and sending pleasure singing through him everywhere they went. "God that's good," Kurt murmured as he let the fingers of one hand take up residence in the dark curls on top of Blaine's head.

"Mmm," Blaine moaned, swirling his tongue around Kurt's stiff nipple. "We're only just starting," he said in a throaty whisper. As he stroked the mortal's warm skin, his fingers came to rest on the waistband of Kurt's fashionable skinny jeans. He moved sinuously, deftly unfastening the button, then working down the zipper; Blaine marveled at the size and the heat of him. Already his mouth watered at the idea of tasting Kurt's splendor. His eager hand disappeared inside of Kurt's boxers, his fingers curling themselves around glory itself. Eight inches long, the shaft was a velvet playground, with a tip that slightly pulsed. Kurt was dripping with precum. "Do you want to touch me?" Blaine grasped his wrist, brushing Kurt's hand against his own insistent bulge. "You can have anything you want... Anything, Kurt..."

"Yes... of course I do," Kurt answered, blushing as he reached down to stroke his hand over Blaine through the fabric. The vampire's jeans were all but painted on, and Kurt couldn't resist letting his hand wander to his ass instead, gripping one muscular cheek. "You have an amazing ass." The bold words left Kurt blushing furiously, but he didn't take them back. He wanted to explore Blaine's body. The very thought that the man was his to touch and taste filled Kurt with an unexpected sense of pride. Since it had worked so well the first time, he smirked and tugged at the waistband of Blaine's jeans. "Off. You have an unfair advantage at the moment."

Blaine grinned wolfishly and his eyes ranged over Kurt. The warm flush coloring the porcelain sheen of his skin made him all the more becoming, if that was even possible. He knew full well how his clothing flattered his build and hugged his taut thighs. The front panel of his jeans clearly outlined his impressive sex, and his hips arched reflexively as Kurt's hand closed on the back seam of the denim. He made a token complaint when the mortal's warm touch moved elsewhere, but then Kurt was demanding to see more and Blaine was all to happy to oblige. "Well then," his voice dropped an octave as he purred, "let's see what you think of this..." Blaine stripped out of the rest of his clothes, revealing the full glory of his arousal. His long, thick cock, freed after a prolonged and torturous confinement, jutted from a thatch of hair so dark it glistened as if wet. He stood there for a long moment, allowing Kurt to drink him in. His fangs appeared unbidden as he smiled and openly stroked himself for his new lover's enjoyment.

Given the opportunity to ogle, Kurt sat and stared quietly, lips parted and eyes bright. Being crazy was definitely worth this view. Definitely. "You're... beautiful." Even in his unsuccessful, mostly embarrassing forays into looking at gay porn, Kurt had never seen anything like Blaine. He was absolutely, utterly perfect. Finally Kurt's gaze rose to the vampire's face and his smile turned from amazed to teasing as he rose up onto his knees and crawled toward the edge of the bed. His hands rose to rest on Blaine's muscular thighs, feeling the strength there and marveling at it before he raised his gaze to Blaine's face once more. "May I?" he inquired with politeness that didn't entirely match the fact that he was a breath away from sucking the man's cock.

The passion shimmering in Kurt's eyes was unlike anything Blaine had ever seen before. It was almost as if whatever chains had been binding the mortal's desire had suddenly been broken, and Kurt was finally free to express himself sexually. "You never have to ask," Blaine purred, reaching out and pushing his fingers through Kurt's warm, thick hair. "Take anything you like. It's all yours." He pressed himself against Kurt's spectacular lips, tracing the outline of that delectable mouth with the flaring tip of his cock. Blaine trembled with anticipation, his gaze questing over his new lover's achingly beautiful body. Kurt's jeans and boxers barely clung to his slender hips now, and an audible groan of hunger wrenched itself from Blaine's throat as he salivated at the sight of those gorgeous jutting buttocks. "Damn, baby... If you think my ass is nice, there should be statues made of yours... It was made to be worshiped."

"You're more than welcome to... when I'm done," Kurt answered in a seductive purr before parting his lips. With Blaine distracted, he had his lips wrapped around the head before the vampire was even able to process the sensation. Despite the fact that he knew a lot more about giving blow jobs in theory than in practice, Kurt still felt a thrill of power at knowing he could Blaine so excited. He was hard just from looking, from kissing. Kurt slowly began to take more of the vampire's length into his mouth. He tasted something bitter and exotic on his tongue and he took hold of Blaine's ass to steady himself and communicate without stopping that it was alright to move. He was going to take every last inch, gag reflex or no.

"Kurt!" Blaine gasped, unable to fully process the sensory overload of that warm, wet, silky mouth surrounding his aching length. For someone as innocent as Kurt was, the mortal made it clear that he was more than willing to explore his pent-up desires. "That's it... fuck... So good... You're a natural," he praised, feeling his legs quaking at the pleasure coursing through him. Blaine combed his fingers through Kurt's hair, his touch trailing down over that impossibly beautiful face. Half of his thickness had already disappeared between Kurt's lips, and the slide of the mortal's tongue and the feel of his hands on his ass was so shockingly powerful that Blaine nearly spilled himself as if he were a first-time teenager himself.

Kurt fairly glowed with pride as he took more and more of Blaine's cock into his mouth. It was absolutely perfect. He'd always loved the thought of oral sex, but he hadn't realized that giving could be just as sexy as the idea of receiving. Every time Blaine groaned, he felt his own arousal throb in response as though there was some direct connection between the man's desire and his own. Eventually Kurt realized that he had every bit of Blaine's cock in his mouth and sucked eagerly only to draw back and plunge forward again. He gagged slightly but quickly recovered, desire easily overcoming all else.

How Blaine managed to remain on his feet was nothing short of miraculous. He chalked it up to his supernatural abilities, otherwise there simply was no other explanation. Kurt wolfed him down as if he had been born to it, and Blaine luxuriated in the incredible warmth surrounding his aching arousal. The electrical currents of ecstasy shooting through his body thickened his throat, and the vampire's voice turned deeper, more gruff, more sensuous, "This is what you've always wanted, isn't it Kurt? You've dreamed about it, I know you have..." By this time, the chest-wrenchingly hot smell of the mortal's body had all but enveloped Blaine and his fight for control was quickly slipping away. Another exhilarating rush of pleasure; Kurt's mouth had to be the most amazing sensation in the world. "Oh, yes... You are too sweet, beautiful..."

Kurt thrilled at the idea that he was responsible for the catch in Blaine's voice. And the vampire wasn't wrong. When he'd let himself, he had dreamed of it. He'd wondered what it would be like to just give in and enjoy himself. But growing up in Lima, he'd never really had the opportunity - unless being borderline molested by someone he couldn't even stand counted. But now... with Blaine... Kurt raised his gaze to study the vampire's beautiful face and wondered what he'd finally done right to have a moment like this.

Blaine threw his head back as Kurt continued to nurse lovingly on his arousal. It was too good, dangerous even. The more pleasure that took hold of him, the faster the vampire might lose control. He was aware of the possibility of harming Kurt, but Blaine couldn't deny himself the unbelievable ecstasy. Kurt sucked him passionately, taking his girth deep into his mouth with his tongue teasing the underside of his sensitive length in a way that made Blaine want to sink his fangs in every part of the mortal's body. He managed to control his wild moans, strangling them into soft whimpers and small, keening sighs.

Much as Kurt loved the unexpected, powerful rush of making Blaine whimper and moan, he finally drew back almost reluctantly. As much as he wanted to make Blaine feel good, it would have been a lie to say that he didn't yearn for the same. Rising onto his knees, Kurt kissed the vampire hungrily and hoped that his overt desire would ease any small imperfections of technique. "I want you inside me," he breathed boldly between kisses, his arms around Blaine's neck as he tried to draw the vampire down onto the bed once more.

The heated request did not surprise Blaine at all. He already knew what Kurt wanted thanks to the heady scent of desire wafting from his incredible body. "You can have anything you want," the vampire agreed, surrendering as Kurt urged him down. They melded together so perfectly that the sensation of their skin marrying was shockingly wonderful. Try as might, Blaine couldn't get his fangs to retract and he took great care in kissing Kurt's luscious mouth. "But first," he paused and gazed into his eyes, "we should really get you out of these." He indicated Kurt's open jeans with a meaningful tug at one of the belt loops. Blaine slithered down the length of Kurt's frame, inhaling the mortal's intoxicating smell as he removed shoes and socks, then peeled off his jeans and boxers. Splendidly naked, he afforded himself a long moment to simply take in the delicious sight before him. "Beautiful... so fucking beautiful," he whispered, taking Kurt's scorching length in hand.

Kurt blushed but couldn't bring himself to look away from his cock in Blaine's hand. It was... well, it was hot. He had never seen anything so sexy, never felt anything so powerful as knowing that he could make someone so beautiful want him. As boldly as he could, Kurt met Blaine's gaze again. He felt the knot tightening in his stomach. He knew what came next in a basic sense but not in a more practical one. He wondered if he should be doing something, say something, if there was a right way to help ease the transition. The more he thought about it, the more nervous hot got, and Kurt earnestly wished he could tell his brain to shut the hell up and just enjoy the moment.

Blaine sensed Kurt's sudden bout of nerves, and he was swift the calm the mortal and help him focus on his desire alone. He leaned forward, pressing sweet kisses all over Kurt's heaving chest. It would have been easy to glamour Kurt and make his first-time butterflies scatter into the ether, but that wasn't how Blaine wanted him. Kurt was his now in body, mind, and soul; tonight would be the most amazing night of his life. He continued to languidly stroke that gorgeous length from base to tip, relishing the way his touch sent shockwaves of pleasure jolting through Kurt. His lips brushed his lover's abdomen before nuzzling the soft curls surrounding his heated arousal. His fangs glistened in the candlelight as he smiled at Kurt. Oh, he was going to make feel so good. Flicking out his tongue, he tasted his dripping essence...

Fear flickered in Kurt's eyes, but it did nothing to dampen his excitement. Survival instinct said that having fangs that close to your cock was a bad idea. Something else, something dark and quiet in the back of Kurt's mind thought it was probably the hottest thing he'd ever seen in his entire life. His breath caught as he watched Blaine's perfectly pink tongue sliding over the head of his cock. It leapt eagerly at the stimulation, and Kurt gasped out the breath he'd been holding. "Oh, Blaine," he whispered, knowing he could take very, very little of the stimulation when it felt so fucking amazing.

Blaine was drowning in Kurt's rich scent, which intensified and filled his very being. He licked up and down the length of that delicious shaft, which twitched and oozed even more sweet honey. Although Blaine had enjoyed many partners since being turned a year ago, he had never tasted anything quite like Kurt. He took great care as his mouth roamed over the mortal's heated length; his fangs stubbornly refused to cooperate. His tongue swirled over Kurt's churning balls, lavishing attention on them as he slowly grasped his ankles and lifted his legs up and back. "Beautiful," he whispered, his eyes widened in awe at the up close and personal view of that stunning ass. Blaine's gaze was a mixture of lust and mischief as he teased, "You did say I was free to worship you, right?"

"I believe I said something along those lines, yes," Kurt agreed as he held Blaine's stare. He felt absolutely ridiculous with his legs spread and his ass exposed, but it was a lot harder to feel stupid when Blaine was looking at him like a buffet. He shivered at the intensity of those hazel eyes and swallowed instead of pointing out that he felt like a fool. All of a sudden, he didn't anymore. What did it matter if he felt stupid if lying there that way got the vampire so turned on? "Should I be expecting some genuflecting or what?"

"Tell me, Kurt," he said shakily. "Have you ever dreamed of having your ass licked? You have, haven't you? Well, I'm going to... and you're going to love it. In fact, you'll be begging me for more, so..." His lips hovered close to Kurt's mouth, finishing, "...I want you to beg." Not giving the mortal a chance to react, Blaine was down on his knees in a flash, burying his face in Kurt's glorious bottom. His tongue flicked out, brushing that enticing opening and the vampire groaned heartily at the taste of him.

Kurt gasped at once and arched his back. "Blaine!" He had indeed fantasized about rimming, about a thousand different things, actually, few of which he'd ever really hoped to indulge in. The feeling of Blaine's clever tongue flickering over his asshole was better than anything he'd imagined. What would it feel like when he really got going? //What will it feel like when he's inside me?// Kurt let out a whimper at the mental image, though he tried to keep himself steady as the vampire began to explore.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Blaine purred, offering Kurt another slow pass of his tongue. Kurt tasted and smelled absolutely divine! Blaine could have easily spent the rest of eternity right there devouring what had to be the most magnificent ass he had ever laid eyes upon. "Oh, you're so beautiful... so sweet..." Now that Kurt was growing accustomed to the new sensation, Blaine skillfully dipped into that quivering ring of muscle and licked his way inside. His hands roamed all over the shivering mortal, from heaving chest to twitching legs and back again. Every action screamed out the vampire's passion, his hunger for this incredible creature spread out before him.

Kurt wasn't sure if either of those things were true, but they certainly sounded that way coming from Blaine. As the man attacked with new ferocity, Kurt whimpered and twisted. He wanted to feel Blaine's tongue pushing deeper, loved the way the slick muscle pried him open. He loved every second of it and couldn't help wondering what it would be like when it was Blaine's cock instead. The thought alone sent a jolt of pleasure right to the teen's cock, and another shining trail of precum slid over the surface.

Blaine moaned as he feasted upon Kurt's writhing form. As Kurt submerged deeper in pleasure, his body opened up for Blaine and the vampire eagerly licked his way even deeper inside. His taste buds exploded with the mortal's flavor, sending him into a tailspin of ravenous desire. Although his view of Kurt's gorgeous cock was obstructed, his enhanced senses allowed him the luxury of detecting the intoxicating scent of the honey weeping from the tip. He could easily make Kurt explode from the flicking of his tongue alone. And he found that massively tempting.

It was close to being too much, felt almost too good as Blaine's cool tongue slid over his length. "Blaine," he finally gasped out, "please... please, I want... I don't want to... until you're inside me." Kurt blushed furiously at the confession. He had never said anything like that aloud before, but it was the truth. He wanted to feel Blaine filling him and stretching him when he finally came. "Please? Please let me feel you..."

"Shh," Blaine soothed, pressing tender kisses to Kurt's quivering thighs. "I know, beautiful. I want you too. You can't even begin to imagine how much. But, I have to make sure you're ready... really ready first." He slithered up the length of Kurt's body, basking in the heat of him as he brushed their mouths together again. "Can you taste it, Kurt?" Blaine purred, "How sweet you taste?"

"Bet you taste sweeter," Kurt answered coyly. He wanted to ask what they needed to do to make him ready, buy he didn't want to look utterly naive even if he was. "I just... I want you, Blaine. I want to know what it feels like to... to really be all yours."

Blaine's smile was filled with tenderness as he whispered, "You will, I promise." He stroked his fingers over the graceful curve of Kurt's smooth throat, thrilling at the rapid pulse he felt beneath his touch. Forcing himself away before he tore into the mortal's tempting neck, Blaine reached for a vial of amber-colored liquid on the nightstand and waved it before Kurt's smoky eyes. "Vampire made, this warms on contact," he explained, pouring the fluid onto one finger and gently brushing the pad of his digit against Kurt's virginal opening. "Do you like that?"

Kurt shivered at the sensation and nodded. He'd wondered what it would feel like having the other man's chilly fingers pressing inside of his body. Now he knew that there would be no cause for concern on that count. Eyes bright and lips parted, Kurt watched Blaine's every move as though it was the most fascinating thing he'd ever seen. He refrained from repeating his earlier request. Blaine knew what he was doing, obviously, and Kurt had only the blurriest of visions as to what they should be doing, what was needed before he could finally feel Blaine buried inside of him. The idea of wanting a stranger so desperately troubled him but not nearly as much as it excited him.

Kurt did not have to say a word for Blaine to know exactly how he felt. Since becoming a vampire he had quickly become adept at reading the various heady scents wafting from mortal bodies. Kurt's fairly glowed with a mixture of intense need and indescribable pleasure. More beautiful than he had any right to be, Kurt personified everything Blaine had ever hoped to find in a partner. His mouth roamed all over that smooth chest while his probing digit sank deeper, stretching Kurt's tender walls and making him that much more ready to be taken.

Kurt twisted in the other man's grasp and then stilled, knowing he wasn't helping things along if he was moving away from Blaine's touch. He wanted to feel more, to touch more, to have Blaine touch him more. "That's..." Kurt just shook his head, biting his lip and gazing down at Blaine with obvious pleasure. It was perfect. It was as if he'd been waiting all his life to be touched by the beautiful man over him. How could they feel so right together when they hadn't even known each other a full hour yet?

Kurt's body completely surrendered to his touch, and Blaine marveled at the ease with which his finger sank into the mortal's untouched passage. Slick warmth opened its way to accept his digit; the vampire could barely contain his excitement as he explored deeper, curling his finger as it brushed Kurt's sweet spot. The effect was instantaneous, with a glorious reaction from Kurt's beautiful body which left Blaine growing that much more desperate to sink his fangs into his new lover's gleaming flesh.

Kurt's body was on fire, and it had absolutely nothing to do with the heated oil. It was Blaine. It was the way the man was touching him. It was the stimulation to that spot inside of him that made Kurt feel as if his insides had turned to jelly. //What will it feel like when he's fucking me like this?// Just Blaine's fingers felt amazing. What would his cock feel like? The other man was rather well endowed. Would it hurt? Another brush of Blaine's fingers and Kurt found himself not caring anymore. Indeed he had trouble not simply begging Blaine to fuck him now.

Honey dripped freely and Blaine refused to allow a single drop to go to waste. With a pearl glistening on his tongue he shared the wealth with Kurt, kissing him deeply. "Ready... you're ready now," he decided, gasping against that delicious mouth. Blaine embraced Kurt lovingly after he slipped his fingers from his passage. Slowly, taking the greatest care, he pressed the crown of his own aching length to Kurt's well-prepared opening. "Take a breath," he urged, "and trust me." Groaning, and shuddering from head to toe with pleasure, he gentle pressed his way inside.

Kurt's eyes widened further, and he gazed at Blaine as though he'd never really seen the vampire before. Blaine was beautiful - achingly so. He could scarcely stand it. That view was more than enough to distract him from the initial stretch and the way it burned, sweet and yet painful at the same time. Kurt's focus shifted as Blaine pressed deeper inside of his body. "Oh... oh, Blaine..." His expression showed nothing but the same bliss that had infected Kurt since the first moment Blaine's lips touched his own. The teen found himself shocked by the impulse to confess his love along with telling Blaine how good it felt but tamped down the urge as being silly.

Not only was the pleasure the most intense Blaine had ever experienced, but his coupling with Kurt was so frightfully perfect it left the vampire reeling. His fingers played over Kurt's firm flesh in wonder, squeezing and caressing the mortal while he sank deeper inside of him. "You feel incredible," Blaine beamed, his fangs glinting in the flickering candlelight. "I'll tell you something honestly; to have you here... it's just the best thing that's ever happened to me." Full sheathed within Kurt now, he made love to him with a slow, simmering passion. Blaine lavished a symphony of sexual skill on his beautiful lover, bringing his wild arousal up, letting him gently down, but never quite enough to come.

It was the third time that he'd been so close he could almost taste it only to have Blaine slow, almost still, that Kurt let out a ragged sound that was nearly a sob. "God, I can't..." He needed it. He needed it, he wanted it, and yet he couldn't bring himself to beg for anything that might mean it would be over soon. He'd never felt anything as amazing as Blaine moving inside of him, and the vampire was beyond beautiful in the flickering light. Even the sharp fangs that should have terrified him somehow only made Blaine that much more lovely, that much more amazing to watch. He couldn't imagine that he would ever stop needing this. Overdramatic as it was, Kurt couldn't help feeling that Blaine was exactly the thing he'd always been missing in his life. "Perfect... you're... this is perfect..."

"Oh, Kurt..." Blaine's bottom lip shivered, "The moment I saw you, I knew I had to make you mine." The sweet, intensely emotional lovemaking made the moment last forever. He explored Kurt patiently, even ingeniously, his hips rising and falling as his aching arousal dove in and out of the mortal's warm embrace. His kisses roamed all over Kurt's beautiful face, his skin flushed and gleaming with sweat. Blaine's lips trailed over that delicate throat, taking care not to pierce Kurt's skin with his fangs even as he yearned to taste the blood he could smell boiling beneath the surface. He closed his hand around Kurt's swollen length, which fairly leapt into his grasp. "I want you, Kurt... All of you," he murmured against his neck.

Kurt hesitated for only a second before whispering, "Take it. Blaine, please... take it." He didn't want to hold a single thing back when it was all so good, so perfect. When Blaine didn't give in at once, Kurt put a hand to the back of his head, silently urging him forward. It was the last thing that either of them had been holding back, and Kurt wanted nothing missing. He wanted to give every bit of himself to the vampire. "Taste me," he whispered, too far gone to even be embarrassed at the breathless plea in the words.

It was too perfect, too tempting, too right; Kurt's throat beckoned to Blaine, who rained kisses all over that flawless expanse of flesh. As they coaxed one another closer into helpless, quaking, yearning spasms of killing ecstasy, the vampire's mouth closed over Kurt's neck and his sharp fangs pierced his skin... Rich, warm, sweet, exotic liquid flowed over Blaine's tongue. He groaned, embracing Kurt tighter as he marveled at the taste of the mortal's blood. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced, and as Blaine devoured Kurt's delicious essence he climaxed in what was the most joyous moment of his undead life.

Kurt had expected the bite to be something he tolerated, something he did simply to share it with Blaine. Instead it was the sharp sting of the bite that finally sent him over the edge. "Oh, god, Blaine!" he fairly screamed, hips jerking and cock pulsing as the vampire sucked gently at the wound. Cumming with Blaine buried inside him was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. It was so much more intense, so much more perfect that he could hardly breathe. The feeling of Blaine's cum splashing inside of him was another jolt of pleasure to add to the list, and Kurt wondered how he kept from passing out as he clung to the shorter man's muscular body.

Ecstasy sang through Kurt's blood as it filled Blaine's mouth and dripped from the corners of his lips. What shocked Blaine was the fact that it had been the sharp tug of his fangs that had pushed Kurt over the edge. That, he decided, would definitely be worth exploring further later. As he continued to indulge in the sweetest life essence he had ever tasted, Kurt's heart beat began to slow and Blaine had to force himself away from his lover's throat before he drank too much. He gazed down at the mortal with what could only be described as a mixture of love and awe in his eyes. "What are you?" he gasped, pushing his hand through Kurt's warm, damp hair.
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"Just... I'm no one," Kurt whispered back, uncertain about what Blaine meant. He felt sleepy, languid in the aftermath. Kurt knew it was in part from the loss of blood, but it was also something else. It was being lose in the man. It was the realization that he was with the person that he was meant to be with for the rest of his life at the very least. "I'm just... a boy that... no one's ever really taken notice of until now."

"They're all fools," Blaine declared, pressing soft kisses all over Kurt's flushed face. "You're the most beautiful man I've ever known, and you're all mine..." He paused, smiling as he added, "...Well, almost." Lifting his wrist to his mouth, Blaine sliced into the flesh with his fangs and offered his blood to Kurt. It was the final act, the bond between a vampire and a mortal. There would never be any doubt as to who Kurt belonged to. "Please?" he gently urged Kurt to drink as he pressed his dripping arm to his lover's kiss-bruised lips.

For a moment, Kurt wss horrified, but the sight of Blaine's earnest gaze eased his reaction. Kurt tentatively licked at the flow only to press his lips against his lover's wrist upon realizing it tasted nothing like human blood. Kurt's eyes drifted closed, and he found himself wondering if this was what being drunk was like.

Blaine hissed out his pleasure as Kurt's trust in him grew and he began to willingly drink. It was the most thrilling moment of Blaine's life as a vampire, offering himself to this gorgeous creature. Still fully sheathed within Kurt's flaring passage, the act as well as the borrowed blood inflamed Blaine anew and he was gently thrusting his hips, unable to stop himself from making love to Kurt all over again. How could someone fall in love so quickly? That's exactly what had happened to him the instant he'd laid eyes on the mortal. He loved Kurt more than even Blaine thought possible. A ragged groan of desire wrenched itself from his throat as the mortal's warm tongue played over the seeping wound.

Though he almost hated to do it, Kurt finally drew his lips away from the wound on Blaine's wrist as the other man began to move inside of him again. He was faintly sore, but it did little to ruin the overwhelming pleasure of the sensation just the same. Kurt moaned and wrapped his trembling legs around Blaine's hips. He'd never felt so close to another person, and Blaine was... his. The thought drew a sharp gasp from Kurt, and he clutched at Blaine's back, fingernails dragging across the surface in a quiet plea for more and closer and now.

Blaine hissed and arched at the rake of nails against his skin. His mouth covered Kurt's in a devouring kiss of passion. Their tongues tangled and danced; the vampire groaning at the taste of his own blood. His swollen length surged deep within his lover, and Kurt's body responded in kind, clutching and squeezing at his aching girth. He reached between them and found that his essence had had the same potent effect on the mortal; Kurt was painfully hard for him again. Blaine's fingers played over the heated shaft, whirling over the tip and back down again. He swarmed all over him with tenderness and gratitude, making love to Kurt ingeniously, patiently, creatively in a decidedly persuasive act of pushing the mortal's body to its new-found sexual limits.

The touch of Blaine's hand on his cock was too much, felt too good, but Kurt didn't try at all to stop him. He simply whimpered into Blaine's mouth and bucked into the man's hand instead. His tongue slid along Blaine's, finding the taste of blood and sweat and just Blaine overwhelmingly erotic. The taste alone made him want to cum again. Kurt thrust back harder against the vampire's pistoning cock, desperate despite the discomfort. "Don't stop," he pleaded breathlessly against Blaine's lips, "don't stop... I need..." Utterly incoherent in his pleasure, Kurt wanted nothing more than to cum once more while impaled by the thick length. He wanted to be filled to the brim, to feel Blaine's cum dripping down his legs and over his skin until he couldn't remember what it was like not to be overwhelmed by the evidence of their time together.

The shift of Kurt's body offered Blaine more leverage, and he began driving into his lover even harder, pushing both himself and the mortal into a further delirium of sweet wild sexual pleasure. Just looking at Kurt's gorgeous face, torn with excitement, and his lean frame straining and writhing as Blaine fucked him made the vampire nearly spill over with coming before he was ready. He had never seen anything so beautiful, nor had he felt such love mingled with such overpowering lust. "Oh, Kurt," Blaine murmured, kissing the fresh wounds marring his throat. "I know what you need... I'll always know..."

Kurt didn't know what his lover meant, exactly, but he didn't care. All too soon, he felt his body stiffen and fairly screamed out Blaine's name as he came in hot torrents between them. He remained wrapped around Blaine, holding him as tightly as possible, even as his muscles trembled and threatened to leave him unable to do anything but collapse. He'd imagined a thousand times what his first brush with romance might be like. This was worlds away from any of those fantasies - and a thousand times more perfect.

"Oh, Kurt... oh, Kurt..." Blaine murmured, his fingers rhythmically stroking the mortal's spewing length. The flaring of Kurt's body around forced the vampire to come in a sudden, blinding flash. Even though he knew he was going to come again, the power of it stunned Blaine, robbing him of his senses, wrenching him in a sublime ecstasy. His feelings for Kurt was so deep that this climax was a shattering experience for him, sending him diving into a zone of rapture. His body throbbed and pulsed, and it was a long time before even a groan escaped from his throat. He didn't pass out, but it was a close call, and it took him a while to drift back to consciousness from behind a shattering explosion of bliss. Blaine was hugging and stroking and kissing Kurt, and he smiled as their lips met again.

Kurt didn't even realize he was crying until he found himself looking up at Blaine through blurry eyes. He took a shaky breath and assured, "Happy tears." It had been more perfect than he could have imagined or hoped for. It had been everything that he wanted and more. Kurt found himself thinking of the next day, of the idea of hiding behind a scarf or a high-necked shirt. He hated that idea. He wanted people to see that he belonged utterly and completely to Blaine. He wanted them to see the marks on his throat and know. "I... I had no idea it could be like this."

"Oh, Kurt, neither did I," Blaine murmured softly as he gazed at the tears sliding slowly down Kurt's flushed cheeks. His own eyes were filled with love as he gathered his mortal lover in his arms. "I know how you feel." He kissed the tracks of salt water. "I feel it too." They were throbbing and dying together on the same wave, their bodies linked and melting together everywhere. "I've never been this happy."

"How can I... I don't even know you and... I love you." Kurt heard the words and blushed furiously. He had thought them, yes, at least a dozen times over the time they were together, but he hadn't meant to say them. It was too soon. It was too crazy. But when he looked up into Blaine's eyes, he saw the same thing reflected back at him and was completely puzzled. "I don't understand any of it. But I... I don't want it to stop. I should be going home right now before my father notices I'm gone, but I just... I don't want to leave you."

"I can't bear the thought of you leaving either," Blaine confessed, crimson tears beginning to form at the corners of his eyes. "Stay with me, please? At least until morning?" Easing himself from Kurt's warm embrace with a reluctant groan, the vampire collapsed onto the pillows and drew his lover into his arms. "I love you too," he murmured, pressing soft kisses to the top of Kurt's head. "I loved you the minute you walked into the club." Blaine chuckled softly, "I've never said that to anyone before. I've never felt like this... wanting, needing someone so much."

"Me either," Kurt agreed, breathless with excitement and emotion and the sheer joy of lying there in Blaine's arms. "I don't even know your last name... or how old you are or..." He laughed at the foolishness and the fact that none of those things mattered. He wanted to know. He wanted to know everything about Blaine. But he didn't have to know. Those things weren't as important as the way he felt. "Mmm... s'pose I could stay for awhile. Maybe until a little before dawn. It is a school night."

That brought home the two different worlds he and Kurt were living in. Kurt had a mortal life with responsibilities, while he was a child of the night with an eternity of loneliness ahead of him. Blaine held him close, afraid if he loosened his grip in the slightest that this gorgeous impossible creature would fade away. "For the record? It's Anderson, Blaine Anderson," he replied softly. "I'm 17, and I was only turned into a vampire a year ago." His hands, warmed by Kurt's borrowed blood, circled the small of his lover's back. "And before you ask, I don't just hang out at the Last Drop hoping to pick up hot guys. I sing there."

"Really?" Kurt perked up at that, smiling as he rested his head on Blaine's shoulder. He tipped back just enough to look into the vampire's face as he spoke. "I'm in the glee club at school. I'd like to move to New York when I graduate, be somewhere... bigger." He blushed, apparently not having intended to go on quite so much. "Anyway, we're only a year apart, then. I turn eighteen in a few months." Pale fingers traced lazy patterns on Blaine's chest. "Would it be intrusive if I asked why? Why you wanted to be turned, I mean."

"Vampires had just started turning up here in town, and I met my first encounter was with Damien--my maker." His lips brushed Kurt's soft hair again as he went on, "I think he'd been watching me for a while. Seeing me come and go from the gym late at night. I was scared and excited; I think I wanted something to happen. And I fell for the oldest line in the book; he said I was pretty." Blaine paused, arching his brows at Kurt. "Does that make me sound too easy?"

"No," Kurt answered with a hint of a smile. "It makes it sound like you needed someone and he was there. Obviously I can understand that. Boxing, hm? Maybe I should try that." God knew that getting thrown into lockers and slushied without being able to do anything about it was getting old. Kurt honestly wasn't sure how much more of it all he could take. Kurt pressed a gentle kiss to Blaine's shoulder and decided to make use of the freedom to ask questions that he'd been given. "So your maker, Damien... are... the two of you..." He gave Blaine a meaningful look, wondering where the two of them stood.

"No, we're not," Blaine said softly, offering Kurt a smile to assuage his worries. "Damien has been very good to me. Our relationship can be... intense... at times. But, I think that's true of every vampire and their maker." There was a lot Kurt would need to understand and accept, too much for one night. Blaine comforted himself with the fact that he would have plenty of time to teach him. "My turn to ask a question?" Blaine was eager to know more about the impossibly beautiful creature lying in his arms. "What brought you to the club tonight? It was very brave of you to venture into a vampire bar all alone."

Kurt actually let out a laugh at the suggestion, but it was bitter instead of mirthful. "I'm not brave. I just... I'm tired of doing what I'm supposed to do. I keep trying to be what people need, and it's never right." That wasn't entirely fair, and Kurt allowed, "To anyone but my father, anyway. I'm tired of being told there's something wrong with me whenever I try to be myself. It isn't fair." The words were petulant, and Kurt blushed, glad that at least there was only a small age difference between them even if there was a yawning gulf of differential experience. "I'm just tired of it. I wanted to do something just for me."

Blaine could understand that, even as he suspected there was more motivating Kurt's actions than he was revealing. "Even if you don't think of yourself as being brave, I certainly do." He was combing his fingers through Kurt's hair now, gazing at him warmly. "You really have no idea what vampires are like, do you?" he asked with genuine surprise. "If you could have only seen the way they all looked at you. I... can't explain why you're so different, but you are. Everything about you smells so good. And your blood...? God, if they only knew..." Blaine shook his head. It no longer mattered. Kurt belonged to him, and no one would dare so much as lay a finger on him. "Something else brought you to the club tonight," he said slowly. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. But, I could taste it. You're like me, you've been bullied too..."

Kurt was indeed on the verge of not answering at first, but it seemed silly to hold back at this point. He sighed and nodded. "Yes. At school. It... it's always been there. Getting teased and thrown into dumpsters and... but it's worse lately." It had been escalating, the jocks egged on by Dave Karofsky, who seemed intent on making his life a special sort of hell for reasons Kurt couldn't even begin to understand. "I'm just tired of it. I can't..." No, he definitely didn't feel strong when he thought of the the long, jittery days of waiting for the other shoe to drop, for the day when they didn't stop at a little shoving, at the harsh words. "I don't know what to do. The principal told me that it's my word against his, and nothing would come of it if I tried to stop it and... and... it gets harder every day to make myself walk through the doors."

A visible shiver of rage coursed over Blaine's skin. Knowing that Kurt was suffering the same day-to-day terror of being harassed with ignorance and hate somehow made it worse than anything he had gone through. He wanted to leap from the bed at that moment and hunt down Kurt's tormentors and make them suffer for every vile act they had ever perpetuated. "No one's going to harm you again, Kurt," Blaine said as steadily as possible. "I promise." He tipped the mortal's chin up to catch those dazzling eyes that were filled with so much sadness it made the vampire ache right down to his core. "You've got me now."