The first thing that Blaine noticed was the smell. As he had spent the majority of his life living in cities, except when he visited his aunt, who lived in a small town, the smell was unfamiliar but not unwelcome. The air was not only full of the freshly cut grass aroma but he could also smell the flowers and a forest that must have been somewhere close.

It all made it feel so real.

The next thing he was aware of was the sounds. The man could hear the same forest and he was sure there was a stream not far from where he was. The birds were singing their songs and he could also hear cows, pigs, and a horse.

Looking around for the first time Blaine noticed that he had been right – he was in the middle of a small village. There were five small wooden houses with hay roofs and a big barn.

No human was around and Blaine would have felt slightly worried for the lack of people if it hadn't been happening in his own head, where nobody could harm him anyway.

As the thought crossed his mind, he felt someone's eyes boring into him and turned around to see a small girl. They looked at each other for a few seconds and Blaine decided to ask her where he was.

"Hi. Can you tell me–" he began but was cut off by the girl, who started yelling something in a language that Blaine didn't understand and ran away.

The man stood there confused, not sure what had just happened and what he was supposed to do. He shifted his weight awkwardly from one leg to another and started walking towards one of the houses to see if there was someone in there who could help him. Not that he believed it was real but still, he couldn't just stand there and do nothing.

He almost reached the closest house when he heard someone shouting and turned around to see a man running towards him. Blaine blinked and the village disappeared when his home city appeared in front of his eyes.

It was a night time in New York but there were significantly fewer people out in 'the city that never sleeps.' Normally crowded streets were almost empty, just one or two loners quickly passing by, their heads low and the steps hurried as if they were afraid of being noticed. Blaine would never admit it but the sight sent shivers down his spine.

Looking around the lawyer started to doubt that his mind was already clean and he was back to normal because the city didn't look the same. He was sure he had been on that street numerous times and all the shops had changed now.

One of his favourite cafés was no longer there; instead there was some place that Blaine assumed to be a night club. McDonald's also used to be somewhere there but now it was nowhere to be seen. Instead of a bookshop there was a blood bank.

Judging these sudden changes the lawyer could only assume that either he was still under the influence of Ming's drugs, or suddenly many companies and private businessmen decided to relocate or shut their business down on that particular street.

Feeling that he was better off not even considering the reason behind the sudden changes, Blaine walked down the street, hoping to find a working café where he could get some caffeine that his body was aching for.

As he walked past one closed café, the man heard a familiar voice from across the street. "Hey, Blaine!" Kurt shouted waving at him.

Blaine smiled a little and crossed the street to get where his husband was standing. He was wearing fashionable dark clothes accompanied by a brooch and his hair was styled to precision. It all made Kurt look like his true self and Blaine visibly relaxed.

"For a moment I thought you would walk passed me," Kurt joked.

"I would never do that," the man smiled and received a kiss from Kurt. "What are you doing here?"

Kurt looked at him unimpressed. "Seriously? We are here for our monthly date. Just as always I booked a table at our favourite restaurant. Please, tell me you didn't forget and just happened to walk down this street," he said with hurt in his voice.

Blaine looked at him disappointed. They used to have monthly dates right after they got married but it was long ago since their last date, let alone a scheduled date. The only conclusion he could come up with was that this was all happening in his head. Still, he needed to be sure.

"Um say, Kurt, did we have a fight this morning?" he asked as they were about to enter the place.

"Of course not; we were sleeping," Kurt responded, obviously suspicious about Blaine's weird behaviour and his strange questions. "We haven't had a fight in decades."

Blaine nodded and they entered the restaurant. The place was spacious and tastefully set up. There were several tables but they were all empty and interestingly enough, not prepared for the customers as if the staff were not expecting anyone to come in.

The designer told the hostess to look up his name on the reservation list and soon they were led to a cosy booth that had a curtain that would separate them from anyone's eyes. On the way there Blaine could hear people talking in other booths and he no longer felt like he was in a horror movie about a ghost town. He wasn't even sure if his subconsciousness could come up with something like that.

Lost in his thoughts Blaine didn't notice when their waiter came to take an order. He hadn't even looked at the menu but apparently Kurt knew him better than he knew himself as he ignored the menus and placed an order.

"We will have our usual," the designer said and the waiter left without questioning.

"You know my order?" Blaine asked him with a teasing smile.

It felt like the beginning of their relationship where they went out together and teased each other over small things. Now they took every single remark as offence even if it wasn't intended like that and fought about it.

"Of course I do. We've been together for far too long for me not to know what you like most," Kurt uttered. "Besides, it's not hard when you always order the exact same dish. Even the waiters here know your order."

"I'm really predictable, aren't I?" Blaine laughed and relaxed into his seat. "So, tell me how your day has been so far?"

And so Kurt started telling him all about his job and clients with no fashion sense. It was like a very strong and realistic déjà vu as the designer used to tell him very similar stories every evening after they both came back from work to their first small apartment. As Kurt talked, Blaine looked at him fondly.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" the man asked him with a shy smile and wiped his cheek. "Is there something on my face?"

Blaine shook his head. "Is it a crime to admire how beautiful my husband is?"

Kurt frowned. "Husband? Sweetie, listen..." he said and took Blaine's hand. "We have been going out for only one hundred twenty seven years and I'm not ready for such commitment. I mean, I can imagine spending my forever with you but it's really too soon. Also, I expect a magnificent proposal not just you starting to treat me like your future husband."

Blaine just sat there with his mouth open but after a moment he composed himself. After all, it was all his imagination.

"I'm sorry, it was a slip up. Don't worry about it," he winked and noticed that Kurt's smile widened in relief.

Before any man could say anything else the waiter came back but this time he wasn't alone; there was a teenage girl with him.

"Female, sixteen year old, B positive," the waiter announced.

"That's for me," Kurt announced excitedly. "I'm starving and she looks just yummy."

The girl kneeled by the designer's side and exposed her neck.

"I'll be back with the other dish in a few moments," the waiter said and disappeared.

Kurt licked his lips looking at the girl and gave the lawyer and apologetic look. "I'm starving so I hope you don't mind if I start without you."

"What are–" Blaine was about to ask what Kurt meant by that but the words died in his mouth as his 'husband' lowered his mouth to the girl's neck and growled with need.

A second later Kurt's teeth were deep in the flesh and he was moaning as he sucked the blood out.

Blaine wanted to scream, he really did but nothing came out of his mouth as he stared in shock at the man, who drank blood from the girl's body. He couldn't believe that he could come up with such scenario in his head as it was too disturbing. Trying his best to wake up from this nightmare Blaine closed his eyes and pinched himself. Unfortunately, he felt the pain but from the sounds he heard he knew he was still stuck in his fantasy.

Suddenly the sound of sucking ended and Kurt spoke. "Your heart..." he mused.

"What about it?" Blaine asked in a much higher voice, which he wasn't able to control anymore.

"It's beating..." Kurt said and narrowed his eyes. "Who are you and what have you done to the real Blaine?"

The lawyer's heart sped up even more at the sight of an angry creature in front of him. "I am the real Blaine. Why would you think I'm not?"

The taller man snorted. "Vampires' hearts don't beat, honey. So I'm going to ask you again... What have you done to my Blaine?"

"Nothing," Blaine insisted as Kurt's anger visibly increased. "I need to use the bathroom."

With that Blaine stood up and got out of the booth. He was half way the restaurant when he heard calm words.

"Wanna play, babe? Let's play."

Blaine gulped and ran out of the building, not paying attention to where he was running as long as he kept moving and getting further from the blood sucking man.

He wasn't sure if the fact that the streets were so empty was in his favour or not. On one hand, it made the running easier as there weren't many people to round, but on the other hand, it would be easier to hide in the crowd.

Nevertheless, he couldn't do anything about it and had to deal with the situation he was in – he was running away from a vampire in an almost empty street.

"I like playing cat and mouse, you know," a teasing voice stopped Blaine and Kurt appeared from around the corner.

The lawyer bolted to the other side and cursed his suit pants that were not comfortable for running. When he was getting ready for work in the morning, he didn't think he would have to run for his life.

"It's not real," Blaine muttered but despite his belief that it wasn't happening in reality, he didn't slow down.

Slowly losing his breath, the lawyer reached a square with a beautiful fountain in the middle. He was just running past it when he heard the same voice coming from the statue on top of it.

"How long until you finally collapse?" Kurt asked faking concern, obviously smiling even though Blaine couldn't see him. "You will never outrun me, human."

"Excuse me," the curly haired man repeated again and again as he almost ran into every other person in the more crowded square.

He wasn't sure if they were humans or vampires or whatever other creatures. It didn't even matter as long as he could run away and hide from that thing that looked exactly like his husband.

Running into a small street he was met with the sight of Kurt and quickly ran back into the street where he had come from.

"This is getting boring," the voice followed him. "I don't really like playing with my food."

Blaine could feel he was slowing down marginally as his feet started aching from all the running in the shoes that were made for office not marathons. As the voice, now coming all the time from behind him, became louder and louder with each passing second, Blaine started panicking. Luckily, he saw a twenty four hour shop and ran into it, closing the door behind him and catching his breath before stepping further inside, knowing that Kurt would come in at any moment.

"Good evening," Blaine heard and looked at the counter where an Asian man with a name tag 'Ming' stood with a small smile. "How can I help you this beautiful evening?"

"What are you doing to me?" Blaine asked as he stepped closer to the counter. "Why am I seeing these things?"

The man's smile widened. "You are not seeing things, young man. You are living them."

"Are you telling me this is happening for real?" Blaine laughed coldly. "I'm not stupid. There is no way this is real."

Ming sighed. "Why do people believe media so easily and buy all kind of crap that they don't need but when you tell them the truth, they decide to be blind and ignore what's right in front of them?"

"You are telling me that you made my husband a blood sucking monster?"

"No, I'm telling you that you made the man, who is your spouse in the reality you are from, a vampire. Don't forget, all actions have consequences," Ming explained in the tone like he was discussing the weather.

Blaine shook his head. "This is insane. Make it stop!"

"I can't," the man shrugged. "I'm merely your guide in this adventure. You need to learn your lesson and I'm here to help you. It would be much easier if you just accepted that this is real and it would take less of your time to figure out why you were sent on this trip."

"You are crazy; you should be locked in an asylum, not walking–" Blaine laughed but his laughter died in his mouth as the door opened and his persecutor came in.

From the vampire's appearance it was impossible to tell that he had been running just seconds ago. He was composed, his hair still perfectly styled and the clothes he was wearing were in an impeccable state. He looked exactly like he did when Blaine met him at the restaurant, except now his eyes were cold and he looked like a predator ready to kill his prey.

"Found you," Kurt sang his words as he started to slowly walk towards Blaine.

"Remember what I told you," Ming advised and touched the lawyer's shoulder.

The wind started blowing to his face and for the first time Blaine felt grateful for the feeling because he knew it would save him from dealing with the vampire Kurt and his wrath.