Finn frowned with deep concern. He considered chasing after Kurt, but all his efforts at getting his stepbrother to talk or cheer him up had failed. And Kurt had made it abundantly clear that he wanted to be left alone. That didn't stop Finn from worrying. He had a feeling that his Mom and Burt might have an inkling that something was going on. Although their parents were still keeping a close eye on them, he planned on finding a way to sneak out as soon as everyone was asleep. Finn's plans didn't extend beyond confronting Blaine. He really didn't care what happened. All he wanted was answers.

Struggling to finish his homework, Finn watched the clock and listened until the house fell silent. //It's now or never...// He locked his bedroom door, and then padded over to the window. Finn heaved it open, slung his long legs over the sill, and then crawled down the tree outside. Hitting the ground, he glanced back up to make sure no lights came on. Darkness. Relief washed over the jock before he headed off, swallowed up by the night.

It was easy to find Blaine's apartment. After all, it shared the same building as Damien's. Finn clenched his fists reflexively, his blood boiling with anger over everything that had happened to him and Kurt. He stood before the vampire's door, steeled himself... then reached out and banged loudly.

Blaine started more at the faint scent of Kurt than the resounding knocking. At first it thrilled him, only to bring the vampire crashing back down again. Kurt wouldn't return--not after the way he'd purposely lied and ended things--and the source of the mortal's intoxicating smell intrigued him enough to galvanize him into action. He opened the door, and was more than a little surprised to find Kurt's stepbrother waiting on the other side. "Finn?" That was his name, wasn't it? "What are you doing here?"

Barging inside the apartment without an invitation, Finn focused his rage and confusion on Blaine. "I'm here for Kurt, and I want to know why--" He froze. The vampire's presence overwhelmed him with the force of a tidal wave, crashing into his senses and leaving him vulnerable and reeling. His mind blanked, and Finn had not felt such helplessness since he'd been under Damien's influence.

"Kurt? Is he alright? Has something happened?" No, Blaine had tasted Kurt's blood and he would know instinctively if the beautiful mortal was in any kind of danger. Finn could only be here for one reason and one reason alone: his rejection of Kurt. Whatever Finn wanted to hurl at him, he had it coming. But something had come over Kurt's brother. Finn appeared completely dazed, as if he were glamoured. And it didn't take long for Blaine to realize that he was entranced thanks to sharing his blood. "Finn? Maybe you'd better sit down." The mortal towered over him in height, and the way in which he swayed on his feet made Blaine fear that Finn might topple over.

"Are you hungry?" Finn whispered, unbuttoning his shirt and tugging at his collar. He ached to feed Blaine, to feel his fangs tearing at his flesh, and his cool lips drinking his blood. "You can have me..."

If Blaine had not fed on Damien's guest earlier, he might have been tempted to indulge. He couldn't control his vampire instincts, but this was one time he was grateful he possessed the ability to hold himself back. Willingly biting Kurt's brother was not an option. "Finn, I appreciate the offer... but you don't really want this," he said softly. //You're only drawn to me because you gave me your blood...// It was awkward. Even more so when Finn's expression became crestfallen.

"Please?" the jock begged. He shirt halfway off, Finn moved closer to Blaine as if tugged by some magnetic force. "You have take as much as you want... all of me..."

Though he'd intended to wait awhile long, Damien didn't want to leave Blaine alone too long. He was too broken up about Kurt, too depressed, and he didn't want his childe to be by himself while he slogged through the turmoil. A familiar scent caught his attention as he approached the door. Though he usually showed great respect in not barging in on his family unannounced, Finn's scent smacked of danger - or at least an annoyance that Blaine didn't need. He shoved the door open, ready to confront the mortal angrily, to see Finn all but crawling into Blaine's lap on the couch. "What the hell are you doing here?" he demanded. The shock of Finn being there at all was tempered with an uneasy sort of jealousy. Damien wondered whether he was more bothered by seeing the boy with Blaine or seeing Blaine with the boy only to angrily dismiss the stray thought.

Something snapped Finn out of his trance. Damien's presence seemed to short-circuit whatever hold Blaine had over him. He shook his head as if to clear it. And the jock stood there feeling utterly humiliated and embarrassed. Anger welled up deep inside of him again, hot and filled with rage against the cause of both his and Kurt's turmoil. He tugged his shirt back on, his eyes blazing as he confronted both vampires. "I'll tell you what the hell I'm doing here," the mortal shouted defiantly. "To find out why you," Finn addressed Blaine, "hurt my brother! You destroyed him, and you," his eyes flashed back toward Damien, "you used me!"

If he'd had a sharp object in his hand, he would have surely plunged it into the nearest undead body's chest. "I don't know what kind of sick games you vampires like to play. But I'm tired of being jerked around like a fucking yo-yo." Finn rounded on Blaine again, who actually took a step back from the intimidating figure who fairly thrummed with ire. "Kurt loves you, and nothing you can say can convince me you don't feel the same way."

Blaine didn't know whether to the be impressed with Finn's bravado or fearful over the mortal's well-being. He had no idea how Damien might react to the confrontation, even if Finn was well within his rights to be pissed off.

Furious not only that Finn had the audacity to question Blaine but that he had brought up what happened between them - albeit in a somewhat vague manner - Damien stalked in closer and grabbed the mortal roughly by the arm. "If you even think about touching him, I'll tear your throat open. Blaine prefers that I be civil... but I consider that a privilege you need to earn." Only the fact that it would upset Blaine kept him from doing something more drastic, but with an effort, Damien kept his grip from being crushing and his temper from getting the better of him. "You should leave. Now."

"You bastard!" Finn broke free and whirled round to face Damien. His face, flushed with anger, contorted as he unleashed his fury on the vampire. "This is all your fault anyway! You wanted to keep my brother away from Blaine so bad, you don't give a damn about how much it hurt him!" No longer under Damien's mesmeric influence, Finn could express himself without a filter. He didn't care if the threat of death loomed before him. All the secrets he'd kept pent-up inside were erupting, and no force on Earth could stop the cascade of emotions.

Blaine gaped incredulously at Finn. The shock of the mortal's accusation left him reeling, and he launched himself forward to insinuate himself between Damien and Finn before his sire could harm Kurt's stepbrother. "What the hell is he talking about?" Blaine rounded on Damien, his eyes pleading with the other vampire to prove Finn wrong. "You didn't... Damien, you didn't do this..." Realization dawned; Damien loathed mortals, and had been openly disgusted with Kurt. Finn had been glamoured and had no choice but to obey. Of course he'd done it. "Why? I was happy!" The anguish wrenched at his voice. "For the first time, I was truly happy!" He shook his head with bitter sadness. "And you couldn't even let me have that..."

Finn was forgotten in an instant as Damien's attention came to rest solely on his childe. "No... no, I had to protect you. I thought that if something happened to his brother, Kurt might realize himself... might see that there wasn't any way it could work. It was safer for him too. Isn't that why you sent him away?" Damien reached out for Blaine, fingers brushing against the other vampire's cheek tenderly. "They're so fragile. No mater what happened, you were going to lose him, and I knew... I knew it would be easier if it happened sooner instead of later. I promised I'd never order you to do anything, so you had to see on your own. Blaine, I love you. I just... I had to look out for you. You didn't see how hard it could be."

"No, no..." Blaine brushed Damien's hand aside, visibly shaking with pain and fury as fresh crimson tears blurred his vision. "...You didn't do this for me, you did it for yourself. I was a fool! I should've known you had a hand in this. You've always hated the idea of vampires having relationships with mortals. It's all I've ever heard from you! And you despised Kurt the minute you laid eyes on him." Blaine had tried to ignore his sire's feelings, tried to shrug off the unease he'd felt that night at the Last Drop. If he had only known what lengths Damien would go to in order to keep him for himself, then Blaine would have never introduced him to Kurt. "I love Kurt. I truly, deeply love him. But you can't accept that, can you? Is this your idea of caring for me? By hurting me and denying me the one person who could make me happy?"

Damien swallowed hard, tears shining in his own eyes at the anger and pain rolling off of Blaine. He took a step back and gave a slight shake of his head. "He won't make you happy. He'd just leave you or die or find someone else. That's what they do, Blaine." It was hard to find the right words, impossible to convey what he felt when Blaine had already made up his mind. "I didn't send him away. I didn't make him leave. You did. You can be angry at me all you want, but you know I'm telling you the truth. You know there's only one way life with a mortal ends. Do you really want to watch him grow old and die or get carried away and kill him yourself? Is that the life either one of you deserves?"

"You just don't get it, do you?" Blaine grabbed Damien's arms in a rush of explosive fury, slamming his sire against the nearest wall. "I don't care if Kurt's life is fragile, I don't care if our time together is short. It was my decision to make, not yours!" Exasperated, hurt and filled with indescribable anguish, he released his grip and turned away from Damien in disgust. His face a macabre mask of bloody tears, Blaine stalked towards the door without another word.

"Wait..." Finn rediscovered his voice, having been shocked into silence by the confrontation between the two vampires. He'd fully expected Damien to carry out his threat and kill him. The very same Damien Finn had been obsessed with and thought he couldn't live without. Realizing that the vampire had indeed only been using him hit the jock hard. Having never been the brightest person in the world, Finn had done some stupid things but he was nobody's puppet to jerk around. He focused his attention back on Blaine, suppressing his own anger. "Where are you going?"

"To see Kurt," Blaine answered, glancing from the mortal to his sire and then back again. "I suggest you get the hell out of here and don't look back." And with that, he was gone.

Damien watched his child go and felt as if every shred of hope had been sucked from him in that moment. Blaine might well never forgive him. He wheeled on Finn, gaze steely and face deadly calm. "Do you have any idea what you've done? What you've ruined?" Damien was at the mortal's side in a moment, grabbing Finn's wrists and shoving him back up against the wall, his grip too hard for the mortal to even contemplate escape. "He and your brother... if they're lucky, they'll have a few decades... that's all. He and I... it was supposed to be forever..." The words made Damien's throat tighten with pain at the thought of spending the rest of his existence without Blaine. Mike was already gone, already wrapped up in his demon-possessed lover to the point where Damien knew he was nothing but an annoyance. No longer caring what sort of damage he did, Damien's eyes locked with the teenager's. "You're mine now. Everything you are is mine," he hissed, fingers tightening on Finn's wrists to the point of pain. "Do you understand?"

Fear thrummed in Finn's quickening heart. All the air had been forced out of his lungs due to the impact of his back against the wall. And Finn gasped in pain as Damien's iron grip threatened to break his wrists in two. Death stared him right in the face, and a rush of icy cold swept over him. If he had to die then at least he'd been able to make things right for Kurt. Blaine knew the truth, and soon Kurt would too. But, instead of ending his life, Damien was demanding he surrender himself totally... and Finn Hudson stared at the vampire as if he had completely lost his mind. Damien's gazed pierced through him, reaching down deep in an attempt to capture his soul. "No," he shook his head, defiantly breaking eye contact. "You're not going to do this to me again..."

Damien was surprised by the strength Finn showed in resisting. He had expected the same sort of wholesale surrender he'd found before, but instead the young man seemed to have found his spine. If it hadn't been so damned annoying, Damien probably would have been intrigued. Instead he growled and dove forward. His fangs tore thoughtlessly into the mortal's neck as he drank deep from the young man's essence. There was more than one way to breech Finn's defenses. The taste exploded into his mouth, and Damien couldn't help but groan as he pressed himself in tighter against the mortal's warm body.

Finn cried out in tormented anguish. The pain was excruciating, the action violent. There was none of the sweet ecstasy he'd craved so desperately, only blinding terror over his will being drained away along with his blood. Already he could feel his resolve and anger evaporating as Damien feasted upon him, and the last of Finn's stubborn determination to fight seemed like a distant memory. Damien's muffled groan sparked something in Finn as the vampire melded against him. His body reacted, surrendering and aching for more. His bottom lip quivered as a whimper of desire wrenched itself unbidden from his throat.

The sound finally slowed Damien. He drew back, unable to resist licking the wound, slow and sensual as he remained locked against Finn's larger form. "You're mine," Damien repeated, though his voice was softer and calmer. The weight of the night and what it might mean weighed heavily on him. Damien couldn't have cared less about supporting his children, about the apartments or anything else. He would do that until the end of time without hesitation. But the idea of losing Blaine's affection, losing the last ties between them made him ache with the thought of it. Wanting to make sure that Finn was as pliant as he should be, Damien demanded, "Come back to my place with me."

If Damien had not been pressed against him, Finn's boneless frame might have surely slumped to the floor. His body ached, and his entire being flooded with a deep yearning to please the vampire before him. There was no hesitation; all of Finn's ire towards Damien had been eradicated with one bite. His eyes flickered as he nodded his head, eagerly agreeing, "Yes, please?" Damien's features swam before him, and the lightheaded rush of being fed upon again left Finn reeling. Blood--his blood--stained the other man's mouth, and instead of being repulsed, Finn found the image shockingly erotic. Finn lunged forward with a surprising burst of strength, seeking out Damien's lips and kissing him with a frightening intensity. He belonged to Damien now, and he had no other desire except to give himself to the vampire completely.

Pleased that it had worked, Damien gave in to the kiss at once. He grabbed the mortal by the hair and half-dragged him out of Blaine's apartment and out to the elevator. Inside he threw Finn against the wall again and kissed him hungrily. There was nothing he could do to fix things, but there was no reason to hold back now. He could do whatever he wanted to the mortal without killing him. The door opened and Damien left the dazed mortal standing in the shadows as he stalked toward his own door. The boy would follow. He couldn't do anything else. Damien stalked into his apartment and turned. "I want you on your knees," he ordered as he reached for his fly.

Breathless with desire, Finn obeyed without question. He dropped to his knees and boldly batted away Damien's hand. Then, he was nuzzling the prominent bulge weighing down the front of the vampire's jeans. Finn mewled, gazing up at Damien with reverence and lust. His blind anger nothing more than a vague memory, he closed his eager mouth over the outline of Damien's arousal. Everything Finn had been missing, everything he had been dreaming and aching for was being offered willingly to him. Damien wanted him--truly wanted him--and the jock brimmed over with excitement. "I'm yours, Damien... no one else's," he rasped, fishing the other man's swollen length from the confines of tight denim. "Anything... everything... just keep wanting me." Finn's eyes were pleading, his throat clotted with lust. "Please?"

Damien said nothing, simply jerked the boy forward. "You know what you need to do." He couldn't say anything more. Though he thrilled at the desire in the mortal's eyes, it did nothing to quell the ache in his heart. No matter how good it was, Damien knew that it would do nothing to make him feel better in the end. It wouldn't bring Blaine back or make his childe trust him again. The thought sent a flash of bitter anger through him, and Damien gripped Finn by the hair and jerked him in closer. "Remind me why I didn't tear your throat out."

Finn whimpered at the rough treatment, finding it thrilling rather than terrifying. He was completely immersed in Damien now, and everything about the vampire left him helpless to do anything except obey. He licked his lips before trailing his tongue over Damien's impressive length, swelling before Finn with his own stolen blood. His taste buds exploded with the rich flavor of sex and velvet, and soon Finn had Damien's girth glistening as he closed his football player hands on slender hips. Eyes blown out with lust never wavered from the vampire's gaze. He ached to please Damien, to fulfill his every need. Opening his mouth wide, Finn swallowed him down as if he'd been born to it.

Damien kept his gaze locked with Finn's, surprised by the intensity of the connection there as Finn sucked him down like a pro. It reminded him at once why he'd put up with the mortal more than once already. The man was gorgeous even if he was a fool who couldn't see beyond the end of his own nose. To think Blaine should throw away eternity for something not likely to last beyond a year or two was insanity. Damien forced himself to forget for a moment and drove himself forward into the heat of Finn's mouth. "Nice to see you haven't forgotten your place."

Finn gave a muffled moan of pleasure as Damien thick length stretched his lips to their absolute limit. He found himself drowning in a sea of pure ecstasy. His very essence consumed with the vampire's will. His only purpose in life was to please Damien. And Finn relished the way in which he was being used. He blissfully gagged as Damien plunged deep down his throat. The anger he'd felt towards immortal being thrusting before him had been forgotten. As well as the confusion he'd felt over Blaine. There was only Damien, and only Damien could fill the aching void inside of him.

Damien thrust hard, not caring whether it was comfortable for Finn or not. He was seeking at least a few seconds of bliss. The mortal sucked him as if his life depended on it - which it did in a way. The vampire's hips finally began to stutter and his movements became more erratic. With one final push, he spilled himself down Finn's throat and groaned. It felt amazing, and the blinding heat of that willing mouth almost made him forget for a second how bleak the future looked. Almost as soon as the climax passed so did the placating effect. Damien withdrew himself from Finn's mouth with a sigh. He considered that the mortal was probably aching for more but found himself too exhausted by the night to care overly much. "Get out." As he tucked himself back into his jeans, Damien reconsidered, "But come back tomorrow. I might want you then."

His mouth filled to overflowing with Damien's essence, Finn had thoroughly expected the vampire to tear off his clothes and fuck him senseless. Instead, he was being ordered to leave with no promises of anything further happening between them. It absolutely shattered Finn, who could not hide his immense disappointment. He licked his swollen lips, chasing after Damien's stray seed with his tongue. "Okay," he agreed, rising shakily to his feet. "I'll be back tomorrow night, I promise." Although a part of him feared Damien rejecting him, Finn dove forward and covered the vampire's mouth with his own, kissing him feverishly. The magnetic draw he felt towards Damien was even more powerful than before. He couldn't help himself, he was lost. And Finn was determined not to be denied.