"You could at least switch it up some nights, sit at another table or something," Damien observed as he slid into the booth across from Blaine. His childe was buzzing with unusual energy, apparently waiting for something. //Someone?// His gaze sharpened. "What's the occasion? You look like a kid at Christmas." He'd already spotted Mike sweet-talking a tasty little mortal, and Damien couldn't help wondering if it might not be worth joining in on that. But not until he found out what was up with Blaine. He wasn't too proud to admit that the dark-haired beauty was his favorite. Though Blaine's affection often seemed to be more about loyalty than love, Damien accepted it as enough most of the time.

Blaine sat up a little straighter when Damien appeared. It was more of a reflex reaction than anything else. He hadn't realized he was being that obvious over his excitement for Kurt, and he dipped his head in an almost sheepish gesture. "I met someone last night," he confessed, glancing up to meet Damien's gaze. "And he's... he's amazing. I've never met anyone like him. I never thought someone like him could even exist." Realizing he was gushing, Blaine might have blushed if he still had the ability to do so. "Okay, tell me the truth: I've lost it, haven't I?" He shook his head and chuckled softly, "I've really got it bad."

"I can tell," Damien answered, his tone wistful. Blaine never looked at him that way. He never had, and he probably never would. The idea that Blaine had fallen so hard for someone else stung, and he tried to cover his pain at the idea. "Tell me about him." He didn't really want to hear it, but he didn't want to push Blaine away either. What the hell was so special about the guy anyway?

"His name's Kurt, and he walked in here last night like something out of a dream." Blaine replayed the events over in his mind. He could see the beautiful mortal striding bravely into the club, unknowingly tempting every vampire in the room to take a bite out of him. "I didn't think he was going to last five minutes," he confessed, gazing starry-eyed into space. "There's something about him, Damien. Something I can't explain. If I hadn't stepped in and made him mine, I don't want to even think about what could have happened."

"Yours? You just met him," Damien protested, wondering what had gotten into Blaine. He'd never seemed prone to romantic flights of fancy, but now he was all but drooling at the mere thought of some little mortal, who was probably just a fang banger anyway. Damien's gaze narrowed, but he tried to keep his tone neutral anyway. "Be careful. Not all of them can be trusted. There have been more and more drainers trying to get in here. I don't want you getting hurt because you were so caught up in this boy."

"He's not like that, Damien. Not at all." Blaine dismissed the other vampire's fears with a wave of his hand. "He's sweet and gentle and... Well, you'll know what I mean once you meet him." He was beginning to worry. Kurt should have been here some time ago. Had he been unable to sneak out? The thought of not seeing Kurt again filled Blaine with a powerful sense of longing. "He should be here soon," he added, more to convince himself than for Damien's benefit.

"I'm sure," Damien agreed, though he frankly wasn't all that thrilled to have the source of his current frustration sitting just across the table. He resisted the urge to drum his fingers on the surface as Blaine searched the crowd again - but just barely.

Kurt stepped in the door and breathed a sigh of relief. He'd thought his father would never leave. They'd been talking about college applications, and Burt seemed to have an opinion about everything. He had worked for subtlety at first - yawns, lack of focus - and finally given up and all but shoved his father out of the room, insisting he need to rest up and moisturize. Kurt had only been mildly scandalized when Burt pointed out that he looked like he needed the sleep.

He scanned the room as if suddenly afraid that Blaine wouldn't be there, that he would have snuck out and made the trip for nothing. The moment he spotted the dark-haired vampire across the room, Kurt's face lit up, and he started forward without any thought but of getting to Blaine.

Blaine caught Kurt's intoxicating scent long before he swept through the door. He was excusing himself from the table, and was on his feet and meeting Kurt halfway across the floor. Not wasting a moment, Blaine embraced his mortal lover and pressed a tender kiss to his mouth. "I was afraid you might not make it," he admitted, drawing back and gazing into those marvelous eyes. Kurt was here; the missing piece was in place and all was right with the world again. "There's someone I'd like you to meet," he said, reaching for his hand and drawing him over to the table where Damien was still seated. "Kurt, this is Damien. He's my Maker."

Kurt's fingers tightened around Blaine's, eyes widening slightly. He understood that this was the equivalent of meeting his boyfriend's father even if the other vampire didn't look older than either one of them. There was a sharpness in Damien's eyes that made it difficult for Kurt to hold his hand out. He forced the action and a smile. "It's lovely to meet you."

The sentiment was most definitely not mutual, but Damien managed a brief smile before taking the mortal's hand. He understood at least in part what so captivated his Childe. The boy was lovely, and there was something about his scent... "I've only been here for ten minutes and I've already heard a lot about you, Kurt. Blaine seems smitten."

Kurt blushed becomingly and smiled at the vampire standing beside him. "I am too."

If there was any tension in the air, then Blaine was completely oblivious to it. He was far too happy being in Kurt's presence again to notice such trivial things. "I was a little worried you might not make it," he confessed, offering Kurt's warm hand a gentle little squeeze. "It hasn't been that long, but I'd kind of forgotten what it's like to sneak out of the house without your parents knowing." Aching to simply hold Kurt in his arms again, Blaine ticked his attention to Damien for a moment. "If you don't mind, I'd really like to have a dance with my gorgeous date before they call to me sing."

"Of course. Have fun," Damien answered. He looked completely nonchalant, but inside he was seething. He wanted to grab the mortal, demand to know what he really was, to know what he wanted with Blaine. He wasn't used to being jealous. Blaine played, of course, had fun with mortals, but never before had he seen his Childe in love with any of them. It hurt more than he'd expected.

"I get to hear you sing?" Oblivious to Damien's anger as they moved onto the floor, Kurt beamed up at Blaine. "Been wondering if your voice is as pretty as the rest of you." He let his arm slip around the vampire's waist and stayed as close to Blaine as humanly possible as they moved together. "Have you been singing for long?"

"Didn't I tell you? I used to sing with my school's glee club, we were called the Warblers. I was the lead." Singing was the only part of his mortal life that he had insisted on hanging onto. Everything else--including his home life with his parents--had been fairly easy to let go of. It had surprised him how remarkable the change had been, his new outlook offering him opportunities and excitement Blaine had never even dreamed of. He pressed a gentle kiss to the side of Kurt's mouth, whispering, "I chose something special for you tonight."

Blaine took the stage, a spotlight illuminating him as a mortal piano player gave him the first note. He began to sing,

"Fish got to swim, birds got to fly,
I got to love one man till I die.
Can't help lovin' dat man of mine.

Tell me he's lazy, tell me he's slow,
Tell me I'm crazy, (maybe I know).
Can't help lovin' dat man of mine.

Oh listen sister,
I love my mister man,
And I can't tell you' why
Dere ain't no reason
Why Ishould love dat man,
It mus' be sumpin dat de angels done plan.

Fish got to swim, birds got to fly,
I got to love one man till I die.
Can't help lovin' dat man of mine.
Tell me he's lazy, tell me he's slow,
Tell me I'm crazy, (maybe I know).
Can't help lovin' dat man of mine.

When he goes away,
Dat's a rainy day,
And when he comes back dat day is fine,
De sun will shine!
He kin come home as late as can be,
Home without him ain't no home to me,
Can't help lovin' dat man of mine.

De chimney's smokin'
De roof is leakin' in,
But he don't seem to care.
Dere ain't no reason why I should love dat man.

And why do you love that man?

It mus' be sumpin' dat de angels done plan.

Fish got to swim, While de birds fly,
Birds got to fly, Till the world dies
I got to love My gal loves me;
One man till I die. Dat's why she's
Can't help lovin' True gal of mine.
Dat man of mine. She may be lazy
Tell me he's lazy, and slow as cold
Tell me he's slow, Molasses, I know,
Tell me I'm crazy, Can't help lovin'
(maybe I know). Dat gal of mine.
Can't help lovin' When I goes away
Dat man of mine. Dat's lovin
When he goes away, All de rainy days,
Dat's a rainy day, Dat's loving.
And when he comes back An' when I comes
Dat day is fine, Back' dat day is fine,
De sun will shine!

Yes, sister Yes, sister
He kin come home She kin come home
As late as can be, as late as kin be,
Home without him Home widout her
Ain't no home to me, Ain't no home to me,
Can't help lovin' Can't help lovin'
Dat man of mine. Dat gal of mine."

It was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. Kurt clapped when the song was over despite half the people nearby looking at him like he was out of his mind. It was probably the sweetest thing he'd ever heard in his life. Blushing, Kurt stilled his hands, but his eyes never left Blaine. He was utterly unaware of the vampire's maker glaring at him from the corner. He didn't really care. He only cared about the fact that Blaine was gorgeous and perfect and his. The thought alone made Kurt fairly giddy.

As Blaine performed two more classics for Kurt's benefit, he vaguely noted Damien exiting the bar with a mortal who had quite clearly been glamored. Somewhere in the back of his mind this struck him as odd, as he had never known his maker to have to resort to such a thing before. The only time Blaine had seen Damien glamor was in order to teach him how to do it. Damien could, to put it bluntly, seduce the pants off of anyone with his charm alone. Filing the incident away, the vampire finished his set and wandered off the stage to another round of applause. In contrast to Blaine's selection, the club's DJ returned with throbbing dance music. Weaving his way back to the utterly gorgeous figure waiting for him, he swept Kurt up in his strong arms and kissed him with an aching tenderness. "In case you didn't notice," he teased against the mortal's honeyed mouth, "all those songs were especially for you."

Kurt sighed and melted into the embrace. "I noticed. You were beautiful... perfect." He smiled almost shyly and whispered, "I'll have to sing for you sometime." He could feel stares of other patrons on them but didn't care in the least. In fact Kurt hoped that they were jealous, that they saw Blaine's arms around him and the marks on his neck and knew that he belonged to the vampire. It had killed him keeping his scarf on all day. Kurt had barely been able to keep his hands off of it, fingering the fabric and thinking of the healing wounds beneath and what they signified. "Thought I was going to go crazy waiting for tonight."

"Yeah?" Blaine beamed, diving back in to press his lips to Kurt's throat and breathe in his rich, alluring scent. "Well, what if I told you I was close to waiting outside of your house for you? That's how much I wanted to see you again." As if frozen in time he simply stood there holding Kurt in his arms, seemingly unwilling to let go out of an irrational fear that the mortal was merely an illusion and might fade away. "Can I take you home with me?" Blaine asked almost shyly. "Please?"

"Yes... of course, yes," Kurt agreed, his heart pounding with sudden excitement as he grabbed Blaine's hand in his own. The idea of Blaine at his house, Blaine slipping into his room... well, it was a terrible idea, of course. He suspected that his father would figure out how to melt down silver pretty quickly if he found out that his son had a vampire boyfriend who was sneaking in at all hours of the night. "Quickly. Quickly would be very good." Never one to wait for something he really wanted, Kurt began all but dragging Blaine toward the door.

Blaine found himself very grateful for Kurt's enthusiastic incentive, otherwise he might have stood there all night gazing at the mortal until the sun came up. Once they were outside of the club and in the cool night air, he marveled at the almost unearthly sheen of Kurt's pale skin. It stoked not only his desire for him but also his intense fascination with this magnificent creature who had stolen his heart away. His fangs appeared unbidden, Blaine's hunger returning. The memory of tasting Kurt's wonderful blood filled him, and he fought against the temptation to press Kurt against the nearest wall and feed again. "Are you taking care of yourself?" he asked, focusing his lust into concern. "I was afraid you might be too weak today. It was terrible of me not to suggest vitamins."

"I take them everyday anyway," Kurt assured, squeezing Blaine's hand as they walked through the chill of the evening. The fact that Blaine seemed so concerned warmed his heart. "I'm fine. Honestly. Just fine. Besides, it would take more than feeling a little woozy to keep me away." The truth was that even if he'd felt on the edge of death, Kurt was pretty sure he would have found a way to drag himself up out of bed and make it to the club. He needed to see Blaine too badly. "Though I will have to sleep eventually. Dark circles do nothing for the view."

"Either way, you'll always be the loveliest sight I've ever been lucky enough to see." Even as the heartfelt words warmed the cool night air, Blaine felt a pang of guilt over Kurt having to lose sleep due to his rather unique situation. "Is it selfish that I wanted to see you again this soon?" he wondered aloud, stopping in his tracks to gaze into Kurt's eyes. "I honestly don't think I could have made it through the night without at least catching a glimpse of you." Leaning closer, he brushed their lips together in an achingly tender kiss. The contact deepened, and Blaine vaguely wondered if they would make it back to his apartment at all.

Kurt sighed and leaned into the embrace, heedless of where they were and the world around them. He didn't care about any of it as long as he had Blaine all to himself. "It's not selfish," he insisted quietly. "It's perfect. This is perfect. I... like I said, I don't think I could have stayed away anyway. I would have missed you too much." He had been aching to see Blaine all day. "It seems a bit unfair that I have a beautiful boyfriend who I should be parading around in front of all the idiots who have been making my life hell and we have to hide ourselves away. Then again... I'm not very interested in sharing you anyway." Kurt almost moved to kiss his lover again before stepping back instead. "Your place. We really should be someplace a bit more private to make use of this quality time together."

"Yes... yes, we should," Blaine readily agreed. He reached out for Kurt's hand again and wasted no time in leading his gorgeous lover back to his apartment. Gathering the mortal effortlessly into his arms, Blaine covered his mouth in passionate kisses as he kicked the door open and carried Kurt inside. Warmth filled him as their bodies melded together; nothing had ever felt so wonderfully right. He gently deposited him down on the sofa, lying down on top of him with a deep groan of pleasure. "Oh, I love you," Blaine murmured against those pillow-soft lips. "I never thought it was possible to feel this way, to want someone so much. But, I do. I need you, Kurt. I think I always have."

The words would have sounded painfully cliche coming from anyone, but coming from Blaine, they sounded absolutely beautiful. Sweet and deliciously beautiful. "I feel the same way. I just... I..." Kurt wasn't usually at a loss for words, and his laugh was slightly breathless as he looked up into Blaine's dark eyes. "I just don't want to have to leave again." It was the difficult part of seeing Blaine again; knowing that he'd have to leave. Kurt loved his family dearly: his father, his stepbrother, his stepmother. But he couldn't deny that part of him didn't want to be parted from his vampiric lover at all.

"I know," Blaine murmured his understanding. He gazed at Kurt tenderly, his fingers caressing their way down one side of his face. He marveled at his the mortal's alabaster skin warmed and colored beneath his touch. It was such a simple little thing, and yet utterly beautiful at the same time. "If I could, I'd just keep you right here with me forever." It was the truth; Blaine pained at the thought of being parted from Kurt even if it was only during the hours when he slept. "We'll just have to treasure these moments--like tonight--to the fullest." Smiling softly, he brushed their lips together again.

"So are you always this distracting, or do I just lack focus?" Kurt inquired with a hint of a smile. "I don't think I heard a word at school today. I was so out of it that I'm fairly certain everyone thinks I'm on drugs." He didn't really care, but it had been somewhat amusing seeing the measured stares from his friends, their uncertainty when he said that he was just fine. They had no idea. He wished they did. Honestly he'd been dying all day to just TELL someone, to pull Mercedes aside and spill the entire thing. But somehow Kurt knew that instead of being excited for him and thrilled with his new moonlight romance, they'd tell him he was being reckless and foolish and moving too fast... and he knew that just wasn't true.

Blaine seemed to ponder that deeply for a long moment. "Well, I'd hate to think I'm being a bad influence on you," he decided, wearing a wicked grin as he said so. His fingers circled the bite marks on Kurt's throat, and Blaine detected a sharp thrill course through the mortal's veins long before Kurt visibly shivered. "You're beautiful, so beautiful," he whispered, captivated by the gorgeous man lying beneath him. "Fucking perfect." His hips churned, and Blaine groaned at the heated contact. "Maybe I am a terrible influence after all?" he murmured between more hungry kisses. "I should be taking you out on a date instead of bringing you home and keeping you to myself."

"Mmmm... you do owe me... owe me a date," Kurt agreed, though he had absolutely no intention of going anywhere or letting Blaine move any further away than he was for the moment. "But right now I just want you. I want... want you to... oh, god..." Just the kisses were enough to render Kurt barely capable of speaking, barely capable of focusing on anything but how sweet the vampire was and how badly he wanted the man. "Just don't stop? Please?"

"Oh, nothing in the world could make me stop," Blaine assured him. More kisses followed, alternating between tender and searing as his mouth flowed over Kurt's lips, down his chin and onto his throat. The vampire found a pulsing artery beneath the bite marks, and remembering how well Kurt had responded last night, nipped playfully at the sensitive flesh. At the same time Blaine surged forward, rocking their hips together meaningfully. "Did you dream of this, Kurt? Of us together?" he whispered against his neck.

"Yes!" Kurt cried out. It didn't matter if it was the action or the question he was answering because his response was the same either way. The feeling if of Blaine's lips on his neck reminded him pointedly of how good it had felt the night before. "I thought it would hurt, but it didn't. None of it. Felt so good..."

"You liked that, didn't you?" Blaine teased Kurt's healing wound, relishing the shivers of excitement that raced through the mortal writhing beneath him. "I could feel it, taste it..." Slowly, he reached for his lover's wrists, and grasping them firmly, pinned Kurt's arms above his head. If Blaine was right in his assumption, then Kurt would definitely be game to exploring further. "What if I wanted to bite you... elsewhere?" Another surge of his hips, and Blaine whispered, "Between your legs... perhaps?"

Kurt couldn't stop the whimper of sheer need that escaped him at the thought. "Oh, God..." The idea of Blaine biting into the sensitive flesh, maybe fingering him while he drank... Kurt's hips rose against his lover's while his fingers flexed. The iron grip Blaine had on his wrists only got the young man hotter, and he wondered if it was common to spontaneously combust from getting too turned on.

"You'd like, wouldn't you?" Desire rolled off of Kurt's body in waves, threatening to overwhelm Blaine's heightened senses. Once again, he was unable to control himself and his fangs appeared in a flash. He tightened his grip on Kurt's wrists, careful not to leave bruises as their hips rolled together in a dance of mutual lust. "I'd like it too..." Blaine shuddered, releasing his lover's hands as he roamed down the length of his body. He made short work of Kurt's shirt, tore at the belt around his skinny jeans, and then tugged them open. Kurt was gloriously naked in what seemed like no time at all, and the vampire was raking his gleaming eyes all over the tempting display of bare flesh. "How can you be real?" he whispered in awe.

"Says the immortal torch singer?" Kurt teased in return. He was flushed with the scrutiny of the gorgeous man staring down at him but didn't look away. He wanted it. He wanted Blaine watching him, touching him, claiming him. Everything that he could get and experience with the vampire, he wanted. The thought alone made Kurt swallow hard, and his own bright eyes darkened with desire as he sat up and reached for Blaine to begin helping him out of his clothes as well. "I want to see all of you," he breathed against the cool skin of Blaine's neck. Just like before, being close to the vampire overwhelmed him.

He urged Kurt legs open, spreading his thighs wide apart as he insinuated himself between them. He stroked his hands over that creamy expanse of flesh, burying his face in Kurt's groin and basking in his delicious scent. His lips were drawn to a quivering vein, naked to the human eye, pulsing rapidly in his lover's thigh. "Would you like it if I were to bite you here?" Blaine teased, nipping delicately at the sensitive skin.

Kurt groaned at the thought alone, the idea of Blaine's teeth sinking into the flesh. "Yes," he agreed without the slightest hesitation. The more he thought about it, the hotter it sounded, the most desperate his desire became. "Would you... would you use your fingers? While you bite me, would you..." Saying that much was enough to make Kurt blush, but the need was overwhelming any hesitation he had about saying something dirty or asking for something Blaine might not want to give. For one thing he didn't expect Blaine to say no. For another, he wanted the vampire too much to care about maintaining much dignity.

"Shh," Blaine soothed, pressing tender kisses along the length of Kurt's twitching arousal. "I know exactly what you need, and I promise you Kurt..." He smiled, revealing his glinting fangs. "I'm going to give you everything you desire." Raising himself up, Blaine covered Kurt's luscious mouth with his own, devouring it with unrestrained passion. Then, after he had thoroughly licked his way inside, he was replacing his tongue with his index finger, pressing it into the warm wetness and urging his lover to suckle. It was scorchingly erotic watching his digit push its way past those delicious lips, and feeling the slick slide of Kurt's mouth. Blaine fairly purred as he gazed deeply into the mortal's beautiful eyes.

Kurt never let his eyes stray from Blaine's as he sucked at the digit. He felt weak with relief at the knowledge that Blaine understood what he wanted. His heart pounded wildly, and Kurt's eyes were half-lidded as he watched his immortal lover. Blaine was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. From his unkempt curls to his deep brown eyes to his gorgeous body, Kurt was continually amazed that he had the ability to touch the man whenever he wanted. Blaine was his. Completely his. His cock gave a lurch at the idea of what would come next and the thought that they could both have each other as often as they needed.

His fangs tingled and Blaine's hunger to taste Kurt again swelled until it nearly overwhelmed him. "That's so good," he whispered, easing his digits from Kurt's lips and replacing it with his tongue. Blaine kissed with a ravenous passion, while easing his wet finger between Kurt's quivering thighs and playing at his opening. He didn't push his way inside, not yet... Instead, he teased his lover's perfect little rosebud, drawing out Kurt's pleasure.

Kurt shivered at the touch. He had never wanted anything as much as he wanted to feel Blaine pressing into him. "Please," he whispered without even realizing he'd decided to speak. Kurt's eyes fluttered open again as he looked down to watch Blaine's intense gaze burning into him. The sight thrilled him in a way that only applause usually could. Knowing Blaine wanted him got Kurt off as thoroughly as the high from any performance. "Blaine... god, you're beautiful... you're so... need you. Please, Blaine, I need you..."

Blaine didn't need to hear the sweet words, he could sense the desire, hot and throbbing, flowing through Kurt's blood. "I love you, Kurt," he whispered in return. "I'm going to give you everything... Everything you've ever wanted..." Another passionate kiss, and then the vampire's wet finger breached Kurt's opening, which trembled around his digit with wild sexual excitement. Unbelievably warm and impossibly tight, his mortal lover's body slowly opened itself up to welcome him. And Blaine took full advantage of Kurt's vulnerable state, dragging his mouth over every inch of gleaming pale flesh he could find. His tongue whirled over Kurt's gorgeous cock and heaving balls, gently teasing him with his fangs.

Kurt threw his head back and just barely held back a scream as Blaine's fangs carefully traced over the sensitive flesh. It was almost too much already, and Blaine was still just teasing him. It was perfect. He honestly hadn't understood why everyone was so obsessed with sex, not really, not until the first time Blaine touched him. Now he wondered how he'd lived without knowing what it felt like to have the vampire's hands on his body. "I have it. I have everything," Kurt whispered once he had enough control to attempt speech. "I have you."

He felt tremors course beneath his lips, and the vampire could smell the desire rising to meet him. Kurt's scent surrounded him, caressing him and drawing him in. Blood raced and boiled, mesmerizing him with its siren call. He settled himself between Kurt's legs--his digit driving slowly but cleverly in and out of the mortal's body--focusing on a pulsing vein in the left side of Kurt's groin. Unable to resist the temptation, or deny his hunger any longer, Blaine gently sank his fangs into that gleaming flesh, groaning as Kurt's delicious blood filled his mouth again.

Though he certainly wasn't ready to contemplate the "what next" part of their relationship, the idea of forever didn't terrify him when it came along with the thought of Blaine. Because god knew he could feel this forever. His cock lurched, spasmed, his ass clenching hard around Blaine's fingers as the vampire drank deeply in the most intimate way he could imagine. Kurt had never felt anything like it. He was sure he was cumming, but his cock remained hard, balls drawn tightly against his body as the waves of pleasure sang through his body. "Blaine!" he whimpered helplessly.

Although he had never bitten a mortal in such an intimate spot, Blaine had often heard from Damien how amazing it could be. Kurt went absolutely wild, and the powerful lust enriched the ambrosial blood pouring over his tongue. His eyes gleamed as he focused on the sight of Kurt's cock, thickening and straining and spewing glistening pearls of honey. The scent wafting from Kurt's body was incredible, and if it were possible, his lover was even more beautiful lying there and surrendering himself to ecstasy. Blaine groaned as he drank, gulping down mouthfuls of Kurt's delicious life essence. It warmed him and filled him, exciting him and making him feel more alive than when he was mortal. He twisted and stroked his finger within the grasping furnace of Kurt's glorious ass, brushing over the swollen nut of his prostate with wicked purpose.

Just when it felt like nothing could possibly feel better, Blaine began stroking hard over his prostate. It felt so good that it almost hurt, and Kurt let out a sob of pure pleasure as his body twisted. He came so hard that if the vampire's superhumanly strong grip hadn't grounded him, Kurt knew he would probably have leapt free of the bed altogether. As it was, he shuddered and bucked with absolutely no thought to looking foolish. He couldn't think enough to begin worrying, could only feel the fireworks of pleasure sparking off through his body as Blaine drank and fucked him with that clever digit that seemed bent on making him lose whatever was left of his mind. Cum spattered against the singer's stomach, but Kurt barely even noticed as he whimpered Blaine's name over and over like a litany.

Blaine had never witnessed anyone--mortal or vampire--climax with such a violent upsurge as Kurt did at that moment. It was beautiful, stunning and utterly perfect! Kurt thrashed, his limbs flailing and his body shuddering. His blood tasted sweeter, more succulent than before with the rush of ecstasy. And Blaine began to drown in his hunger, fearing that he might not be able to stop feeding from the nectareous well of life. Calling on the last reserves of his willpower, the vampire finally managed to break away with a wet gasp. Trickles of precious fluid streamed from the fresh wound, and Blaine allowed himself the luxury of lapping at the fang marks in Kurt's groin until the bleeding stopped. Then, he eased his finger free of the furnace of Kurt's ass and groaned heartily as he began to swab his tongue through the glistening abundance covering his lover's heaving torso. "Mine... mine," he repeated over and over again.

Kurt shivered and nodded his agreement with the idea, the thought, the knowledge that he belonged to Blaine as completely as he possibly could. "Yes... god... yes." As he watched Blaine hungrily lapping the cum from his skin, Kurt shuddered again and spread his legs wider, too turned on to be anything but wanton. "Fuck me. Please, Blaine... please..." Kurt reveled in the utter loss of control. He didn't spare a moment to think of how completely he had lost it to go from blushing virgin to whore in the space of 48 hours. He wanted Blaine, and nothing mattered beyond that. Nothing mattered but getting and giving every last ounce of himself.

"Oh god, beautiful... yes!" Blaine gasped, recapturing Kurt's luscious mouth. Thoroughly devouring him, he leaned back to gaze into those gorgeous eyes, and caressing the mortal's flushed cheek, he added in a whisper, "I'd love to fuck you." Another scorching kiss, and then Blaine scooped Kurt's glistening release onto his fingers and trembled with excitement as he used it to slick himself with. Wildly aroused, the vampire wrapped Kurt's sensuous legs around him and began to carefully press his aching length--swollen with borrowed blood--into the incredible heat of that wondrous body. "Yes... oh yes!" he cried out with exuberant pleasure.

Kurt could do nothing but gasp as he arched beneath Blaine. The loss of blood had left him reeling, dizzy and elated at once. He cried out with pleasure as Blaine thrust deep inside him. He might have been feeling a bit weak, but the vampire's hands were strong and sure on his hips, and Kurt found just enough strength to hold on for the ride. "So good," he murmured as his own hands found purchase on Blaine's shoulders. He clung to them and closed his eyes, unable and unwilling to do anything but feel Blaine moving inside him.

Blaine rained tender kisses down all over Kurt's beautiful face. His eyes flooded with sex as his hips churned and his raging arousal plunged deeper and deeper into the mortal's welcoming embrace. "I love you... I love you," he murmured, his frenzied fingers playing over slender hips. Kurt squeezed around him, caressing him; scorching hot, deliciously moist, and impossibly tight. "Ohhh," he moaned, throwing his dark curls back, "Kurt, you... are... perfect!" He was swarming all over Kurt's smooth pale body with a sharp hunger that came from the overwhelming passion he felt for him, coupled with having consumed his lover's delectable blood which infused him with warmth. Blaine's greedy mouth was on Kurt's again, plunging his tongue between pillow-soft lips and dipping inside the sweet, panting heat.

Kurt had no idea whether he was perfect even in Blaine's eyes, but it truthfully didn't matter. He was holding onto the most beautiful man he'd ever seen in his life, and that man wanted him. Kurt groaned into the kiss and wrapped his legs tighter around Blaine's hips. It gave him a touch more leverage, and he moved with desperate need despite having already cum. He needed just as badly to feel Blaine lose all control and spill inside him. He'd spent every hour that they were apart imagining the sensation and counting the hours until he could feel it again.

Blaine writhed atop Kurt as his hips pumped and his ass rose and fell while he thrust lovingly into the tight heat of his lover's body. He made love to him with a slow, painstaking skill, literally shaking with need, mewling and churning his pelvis. Cradling the mortal's marvelous ass in his hands and squeezing the firm globes as he softly sucked on Kurt's tongue. He offered Kurt the sweetest, most prolonged, most intense, and yet most tender fucks of his life. Blaine wouldn't let him come again... not yet. He toyed with Kurt, bringing him to the brink, drawing back, taking him up again, almost to the peak, growing ever more desperate to leave him shaking and quivering for release.

"Oh, god!" Kurt was fairly certain that he should have been desperate for the torture to end. Instead he shook and trembled and ached for just a little more. He wanted every second they could wring from the night because once it ended, he'd be back to his life, back to the cold reality that was the daylight. And he didn't want to go. Kurt moaned into his lover's mouth and clutched at the dark, sweat-dampened curls as they moved together. He didn't say a word but still begged with every touch and every jerky, helpless movement of his body for Blaine not to stop.

Blaine was awed over the most beautiful, sensual creature he had ever laid eyes on writhed beneath him. His love for Kurt was so overpowering that the vampire nearly cried tears of blood. He devoured Kurt's moans of pleasure, feeding him his own. Blaine reached between them, closing his hand around the mortal's overheated arousal, which fairly jumped into his grasp. He stroked Kurt in time with his thrusts, which became more feverish, more insistent. They were both edging closer... closer to the ultimate, killing moment. "Kurt," Blaine gasped against his mouth, "I want you to come... come with me... please?"

Kurt couldn't do anything but gasp, so he nodded to show that he did indeed understand the words. The young man trembled as he finally let go and stopped holding back. His body surged up to meet Blaine's next thrust, and that was all it took to finally send him tumbling down. The temporary muteness fell away as Kurt all but screamed, his over-sensitized cock brushing against Blaine's muscular stomach and sending additional shudders of pleasure through his body, another thrill on top of those sure, sensual fingers curled around him. "Blaine, god..."

Groaning and shuddering, he clung to Kurt as a powerful orgasm wrenched him senseless. The pleasure was incomparable, and the vampire erupted in seemingly endless seizures of coming. Finally, he collapsed atop Kurt, gasping and whimpering from the force of the explosion. It took minutes for Blaine to come around. He still hardly believed what had happened. "You are incredible," he rasped, kissing Kurt long and lovingly.

"Is it... is it always like this?" Kurt asked in absolute awe. He had no doubt that Blaine had been with plenty of men before. The way he moved, his confidence both told the story clearly enough. While he hated the idea of anyone else touching the vampire, Kurt wasn't so selfish as to be unappreciative. Someone had done an absolutely amazing job of turning Blaine into the perfect lover. "I'm honestly starting to see why everyone's so obsessed with sex." He had never been particularly sidetracked by it. Romance was another story altogether, but sex? He'd thought that was something he could just as well do without until the first time Blaine Anderson kissed him. That one moment had changed absolutely everything.

Blaine lifted his hand and examined his fingers, which glistened with the evidence of Kurt's release. He made a show of lavishly licking his digits clean, savoring the delicious taste of Kurt's essence. His dark eyes sparkled as he smiled and murmured, "You are irresistible." He leaned in closer, brushing their lips together and allowing Kurt the luxury of sampling himself. "I could make love to you forever." Another kiss, and then Blaine lifted a finger to his mouth again and pierced it with his fangs. Carefully easing free of Kurt's embrace, he replaced his cock with his bleeding digit, sawing his way inside. "We can't have you being sore tomorrow, can we?" he explained, dragging his lips back down over Kurt's throat.

Kurt gasped but couldn't help agreeing. It would make the day a great deal easier to get through if he could sit down comfortably. He couldn't help but rock back into the touch until Blaine finally withdrew his fingers. A look at the clock on the vampire's nightstand made him groan. "I should go and try to get a few hours' sleep before I have to get up in the morning." He hated the idea, hated the thought of leaving Blaine for even a night, but he had another life that needed his attention as well. "I wish I could just take you with me."

"I wish you could, too." Blaine's expression grew somber. Saying good-bye to Kurt again was harder than the first time. He nuzzled his mortal lover's throat, murmuring, "Maybe we can plan a weekend together? Do you think it's possible?" Having Kurt with him for a few days would be perfect, even if it might be too much to ask for. They could make love over and over again, lose themselves in each other, without the fear of being parted. Blaine stroked his hand up and down the length of Kurt's chest, relishing the feel of him and not wanting the contact to end.

Kurt thought of that and finally nodded. "I can try. Do you have a number? It would be a little easier if I could text or call you when I find out." Somehow the idea of having that constant access - even if he knew that Blaine would be unable to answer during the day - thrilled him. Kurt could at least make sure that Blaine woke up to a quick message. "Then I can let you know if I can't get away, we can make plans..." He smiled warmly at the vampire and snuggled in closer to enjoy a few more moments of closeness.

"Of course," Blaine replied, suddenly bashful. "Silly of me not to give it to you before." Loathing breaking contact with Kurt's warm body, the vampire gave a token groan of reluctance as he searched about for a pen and piece of paper. He scribbled down his cell phone number, and then quickly dove back into his lover's arms. "I really don't want to let you go. I mean, I know I have to... I just don't want to." Blaine's lips coursed over Kurt's throat, kissing the healing bite mark. "Is this really happening? Us?" He sighed contentedly. "You mean everything to me, Kurt."

"I don't understand it... but it's happening." Kurt smiled and blindly found Blaine's lips. He kissed the vampire until it became necessary to surface and take in a gulping breath of air. "I really do have to go." More than reluctant, Kurt drew back and began dressing. He hesitated and finally decided that he needed to voice the fear that had begun to grow in the back of his mind. "If... if I can't come some nights... will you..." Kurt swallowed and looked down at his bare feet against the polished wood floor. "Will you be with someone else?"

"Oh, Kurt..." Blaine reached out and cupped the mortal's cheek. "Of course not. You're mine, and I'm yours." He pressed a soft kiss of reassurance to his lover's mouth. Smiling as he eased back, Blaine combed his fingers through Kurt's lush hair. "Text me, or leave me a message. It will give me something to look forward to when I wake up tomorrow night." He hated saying good-bye to Kurt. It left Blaine with a palpable ache, almost as if one of his limbs had been amputated. "I hope we'll be able to make that weekend happen."

"I'll let you know. I'll have to coordinate something with a friend from school." It was strange to think of his worlds colliding in such a way. He hadn't told anyone about Blaine, but it would be worth spilling to Mercedes if it meant that she could help him extricate himself from the house for the weekend. A whole weekend with Blaine... The very idea made Kurt giddy. He leaned in and kissed the vampire gently. "Thank you. I... I know it's silly, I just... worried." Still blushing, Kurt forced himself to finish dressing only to pause for still another kiss that left him breathless and aching to crawl back into bed instead of leaving. "God, I have to... I have to go. Now." The teenager groaned and hurried for the door, stopping only to flash Blaine a warm smile. "I'll be thinking about you."