He examined Kurt's skin, pale as freshly fallen snow. It would look just beautiful covered with little red marks that Blaine could place there. Oh yes, it would look stunning. Espically since it would mark the boy a his own. His Kurt. He liked the sound of that.

As he roved his eyes over Kurt's chest again, how ever, he saw little cuts and ugly brusies on the boy's nearly flawless skin. He grew angry. How dare anyone hurt his precious angel! They would pay dearly for putting such ugly marks on lovely Kurt. He would find out who they were. This would not stand. He bet it was the same people who had stripped Kurt down and left him alone in the woods. His fists tightened in anger. Whoever they were, they would feel his wrath.

First, though, he had to remove the marks. He bent over Kurt and licked at a cut on Kurt's side. The healing power of his spit closed the wound quickly. Perhaps this was a bit odd to do while Kurt was asleep, not to mention creepy, but Blaine couldn't bring himself to care. He had to get the marks off of Kurt's milky skin. The only marks he would have were ones that Blaine had put.

Blaine licked all over Kurt's chest, healing all his wounds. Kurt tasted really good. The vampire could feel the blood flowing just under the places he licked. He longed to sink his fangs in. He bet Kurt's blood would taste so sweet...Blaine moaned at the thought. He felt his fangs come forward as he was licking at Kurt's stomach. His fangs rested lightly on the skin. It would be so simple just to bite down and suck the boy dry.

Blaine shook his head fiercly and pulled away. He couldn't drink from Kurt. No, that would be wrong. He would have to wait until he go to know Kurt better, and then perhaps Kurt would willing give Blaine his blood. Then they could be together forever and Blaine could survive off Kurt's blood and they could kiss and have sex and love each other and then have more sex...

'Whoa, Blaine,' the vampire told himself. 'Relax for a moment. You just met this boy. You can't already be thinking of the future. There most likely won't be one. Kurt is a human. No relationship has ever worked out between a vampire and a human. You're falling for him harder than Romeo fell for Juliet. And you know how that ended. You should just listen to the others. Kill him. Kill him and be done with it. Keeping him will cause you nothing but trouble.'

Blaine moved up so that he was beside Kurt, looking into the boy's face. He could do this. One quick swipe with his nails and the human would be dead. Just as he was rasing his hand to bring it down, Kurt mumbled in his sleep and his nose wrinkled so adorably. He turned and cuddled up to Blaine's side. He let out a small content sigh, tucking his head under Blaine's chin.

Blaine melted at the adorableness of this boy. There was no way he could kill him. No, Kurt was too precious for that. Kurt would stay with him and be happy. It didn't matter that the boy was a human. He would make it work.

He was sure Kurt had friends and family who would worry, but that was something that would be dealt with later. Now he was going to lay here with Kurt and hold the small boy close to him. Blaine wrapped his arms around the human and buried his face in Kurt's hair. His angel smelt so good. Like coffee, roses, and everything wonderful in the world.

Never in all his years had Blaine ever seen anything as beautiful as Kurt. He wanted the boy all to himself. Wes, David, Nick, and Jeff would have to accept Kurt's presence in their house, because the boy wasn't leaving.

He would need clothes. That could be attended to after they managed to get those blood bags. He would buy the absoulte best clothes for his Kurt. And perhaps he could pick up a few other things as well...it had been a while since he last had sex. And he could just imagine Kurt writhing in pleasure beneath him as Blaine gripped his hips and pounded into him. Or bouncing up and down on his cock and screaming at the top of his lungs. Or Kurt wearing a tiny pair of bright red panties, tied to the bed, hard and needy from the vibrator shoved up his tight little ass, waiting for Blaine.

Blaine shoved these thoughts away. Now was not the time to get hard. His angel was obviously a virgin and wouldn't be ready for that kind of thing yet. The smell of his purity was delicious. But hopefully as Kurt got to know him and he Kurt, they could progress to that stage. Sure, it would be hard holding back when Kurt looked so absoulety gorgeous. However, Blaine could managed it if it meant he would get to be with Kurt.

Smiling, he let his eyes close. He wasn't used to sleeping at night. But the blood drive was in the morning, so that meant they would have to go out during the day. He needed as much rest as he could get. And if he slept now, he would get to lie next to Kurt for a couple of hours. Oh yes, that sounded heavenly.

Kurt may just be a human, but he was Blaine's human now. And everybody had better learn that quickly. Nobody was going to harm a single hair on the boy's precious head. He would take care of his Kurt for the rest of enernity. His Kurt. Yes, he defintely liked the sound of that.

Blue eyes opened bearily. They scanned the unfamiliar room with a squinted and sleep fogged gaze. Finally realizing he had no idea where he was, the owner of the eyes shot up off the bed fearfully. Kurt Hummel had many thoughts running through his mind at that moment. Had he been kidnapped? Where was he? Who had brought him here?

The blanket that had been covering him slid into his lap and Kurt noticed that he was wearing nothing but his boxers. He panicked. Had he been...? But, no, he didn't feel any pain. He let out a huge sigh of relief. He wasn't keen on being raped by some boys who lived in the middle of the woods.

Kurt let his eyes fall close and forced himself to think. What had happened? Ah, yes. He remembered now. It was all those stupid neanderthals faults. They decided, surprise surprise, to play a prank on the gay kid.
They had waited for him outside of the school near his car and ambushed him. They made sure to get a few good kicks in before dragging him to his feet and pressing a cloth to his mouth. He had passed out and woken up deep in the woods, stripped down to his boxers with the word 'fag' painted on his chest. Luckily he had found a puddle to wash the paint off. After that he had stumbled around. Those idiots had taken his phone as well. He didn't even want to know what they had done with his clothes. His poor babies.

He'd ached all over, but trudged on. He figured if he kept going in a straight line he would get out of the woods eventually and then be able to find someone who could help him.

Those damn jocks should get arrested. Their homophobia had gone to far this time. He could have died or something. But rather than that he had been kidnapped. He had been resting against a tree when two boys about his own age popped up from no where and grabbed him. His struggles had been in vain, as the boys were much stronger than him. He had been forced to walk forward all the way to the cabin he assumed he was now in.

The boys who had kidnapped him were obviously crazy. They had talked of werewolves as if they actually exsisted. And they had argued over killing him or not, while all the while there was a bloody deer on the floor.

All the boys had seemed admat about killing him except one. The curly haired boy who seemed to be the leader had been against it. Kurt supposed he should have been happy, but the way the boy had been looking at him creeped him out. And what he had said didn't help the feeling either. Though, Kurt had to admit that he liked being called beautiful.

The curly haired boy was gorgeous. He had lovely mocha skin and well-muscled arms. He was shorter than Kurt, but still very intimidating. His hazel eyes seemed to bore into your very soul. Stubble cover his strong jaw, and gave him a scruffy look that, if Kurt hadn't been so scared, would have made him swoon like a teenage girl. The vey definition of dream boy had been in front of Kurt, yet he was still freaked. What did the boy want with him?

Kurt decided it was time for some answers. He slipped out of bed, stretching the soreness from his limbs. He looked around the room. It was cozy. Very log cabin like. There was a crackling fire place that warmed the room, with a solitary plush chair in front of it. The floors were wood, as were the walls. The bed he had recently vacated was pitch black in color, covered in a very light and soft material.

Spotting a closet, Kurt walked over to it. He might as well put some clothes on before he went exploring. He had seen a window in the room, but wasn't stupid enough to think it would open. The boys that had brought him here weren't idiots. He knew that much. Until he determined their level of sanity he was going to have to be careful.

The closet was filled with clothes that were much too big for him. They ranged from leather jackets to sweater vests. He snagged a reasonable looking white dress shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans that were only a bit too short. The only shoes that looked like they could fit him were these big black military looking boots. He slipped them on. They were a bit loose, but would have to do.

He inspected himself in the mirror, fixing his hair slightly. He wished he could do something about his red rimmed eyes. He looked so ugly when he cried.

Kurt exited the closet and headed over to the door. He wondered if the boys he had seen last night were waiting for him to get up. It was a very real possiblity. He still had no idea what they planned to do with him.

Quietly as he could with huge chunky boots on, Kurt walked down the hall, memorizing the layout of the house. Loud voices, screams, and music reached his ears. A million different horrible senerios that could have caused those sounds ran through Kurt's mind. What he wasn't expecting when he turned the corner, was to see a boy with black hair standing in front of a large tv with a game controller in his hands, jumping up and down while yelling at the screen. "Die, zombies, die!" He pressed the button furiously, his tongue poking out of his teeth. "Heal yourself! I'm getting attacked by a freaking zombie, I can't help you right now! The health pack is right there! Pick up your arm and drag youself over there!" On the screen, a fat zombie that was spewing vomit attacked the boy's player and he fell. He pushed the button as hard as he could, but despite his best efforts blood splattered on the screen and the words 'Game Over' flashed in red letters. The boy pouted and shook his fist at the tv. "You better watch out zombies, next time you are going down, vampire style!"

Kurt couldn't hold back the giggle that bubbled out of his mouth. If this boy was a deranged kidnapper, he sure didn't act like it.

The boy instantly froze and before Kurt could even blink, he was being pinned to the wall by his shoulders. The boy's eyes were dark and his mouth was pulled into a snarl. His teeth were gleaming white, and Kurt's gaze instantly locked on two very sharp, very noticeable canines.

The boy examined him for just a moment, and then released him. This all happened so fast that it may not have happened at all. "Oh, it's just you. Sorry about that. I forgot you were here." The boy took a seat in a bean bag chair and continued playing his game.

Kurt tried to calm his frantically beating heart. Maybe he should'nt be so quick to judge. He swallowed and straightened his clothes. He had come in here for answers, and he sure as hell was going to get them. He would not be intimidated. He dealt with bullies bigger than this boy everyday. "Who are you?" he demanded, making sure to keep a reasonable distance.

"My names's Nick." the boy said without taking his eyes off the game.

"Where are the others?" Kurt distinctly remembered that five boys had been present last night.

"They went out. Should be back anytime now." The boy glanced back at him for a second. "Are you hungry? There's some food in the kitchen. You can chill, I suppose." Nick gave a small shrug and returned to his game.

Kurt frowned. This wasn't making any sense. These boys had kidnapped him. Shouldn't he be locked up somewhere, or starved, or raped by now? Yet this boy was treating him nicely and asking if he was hingry, offering him food. Sure, the boy was around his age, but kidnappers were kidnappers!

"Why am I here? Why did you guys take me from the woods?" Kurt put on his trade mark bitch face and crossed his arms.

Nick chuckled. "I believe Blaine is smitten. I found him cuddling with you last night and smiling. Smiling! I didn't think Blaine was capable of such a thing. David and Jeff wanted to drink from you, but Blaine thinks your hot or something. I care for the guy, but keeping a human will cause nothing but trouble. Just wait till Sebastian finds out. All hell will break lose."

Very few thinks that Nick had said made sense to Kurt. He put together what information he had and made a stab at it. "So what your saying is that I'm still alive becaue this guy named Blaine is attracted to me? And what do you mean 'drink from' ? Are you guys cannibls or something?" If that was the case than Kurt was gone. He was going to find a way to escape anyway, but if he was in a house full of cannibals, then he was breaking a window and jumping out.

Nick scoffed. "Cannibals? Please. We're not savages. Just vampires."

Kurt was getting tired of the lack of eye contact with the other boy. It was rather rude. And this vampire crap was pissing him off. "Of course you're a vampire." he said sarcastically. "Did I tell you that I'm a pixie? Yeah, I have wings and I fly around throwing pixie dust at people."

"Blaine always had a thing for pixies. They used to be in the forrest in the last place we lived. He hung around them all the time. He was so sad when we had to leave."

Kurt raised an eyebrow at the boy. How far into this delousion was he? "I was being sarcastic."

"I wasn't. Blaine really did like those pixies." Before Kurt could open his mouth to ask that this boy start making some sense, Nick sighed and paused his game. He finally turned and faced Kurt, laying his remote control on the floor. "Listen, I'm not the reason you're hear. You're going to have to talk to Blaine. He's the boss and the rest of us play follow the leader. He's one of my best friends, but he could tear me to shreds in three seconds flat. Blaine's been protecting us, so we don't really question him." Nick ran a hand through his hair. "We're all rather tired at the moment. We've been running around for awhile. We pissed off the wrong people, that's for sure. Blaine's just...rather lonely, I suppose. He has us but it's not the same thing. I don't know what he hopes to achieve by keeping you here, but I can assure you that he won't hurt you in anyway. Blaine's not like that."

Nick turned to face the screen again. "Just go do whatever you want. You can even play this with me if you want. But if you try to escape I'll have to stop you. Blaine's orders. Just chill until he gets back, okay?"

Kurt knew this was the end of the conversation. And while he wanted to rant and yell until he was red in the face about how he didn't want to say here, and he just wanted to go back home to his fashionable wardobe and 'Wicked' posters. But he was senseable enough to know it would be futile. He would just have to wait till this msyterious Blaine person came back. Then he would get his answers.

Even thought Kurt didn't want to admit it, he was sort f glad he wasn't stumbling through the woods at the momment. He had slept in a bed and not on the cold ground. Not that he liked getting kidnapped, but so far nothing bad had happened. He wasn't letting his guard down or anything, he was still on the alert, however he learned Nick was good to his word. The second he tried to force open the front door, or pry open the window, he was there in an instant, shooing him away. Kurt Hummel did not like to be shooed.

He visited the kitchen to breifly grab a Fiji water (he was surprised the boys had them), and then returned to his room. A quick search of the rom revealed no phone or means of escape. As he was looking under the bed, he located a huge stack of Vogue magizines and promptley jumped up and down excitedly while clutching them to his chest. At least he wouldn't be bored out of his mind.

The better part of an hour was spent flipping idily through the pages, his legs crossed at the ankle behind him. They were issues he had read before, but were interesting none the less. So this Blaine boy liked Vogue? At least his kidnapper had a sense of fashion. Still didn't make up for the fact he thought he was a vampire, though.

After another half an hour and still no sign of the other boys, Kurt felt his eyes begin to droop. He had been very tired lately, as he had gotten little sleep over the last couple of days. Shaking his head, Kurt again focused on the page in front of him. Ten seconds later he began to drift off again. Before he knew it, he was out, just as the front door was opened with a loud bang.

The four other vampires came inside, arms full to the brusting with blood bags. Three of them were talking animatedly to each other out the recent job they had just managed to complete. This blood would last them for at least a whole month!

The fourth boy was too distracted to bask in thier victory. Blaine dropped the bags on the counter for the other boys to put away. He quickly located Nick, who seemed to be waiting for him. "Did he wake?" Blaine asked.

"For a while. He tried to escape, but I stopped him. I think he's in your room now. He seemed tired." Nick pushed past him to go into the kitchen. "He hasn't eaten yet. Only had some water."

As quick as possible, Blaine went to his room and opened the door slowly, so he didn't scare his human too badly. A look inside proved this wasn't necessarcy. Blaine smiled adoraingly at the boy on the bed. Kurt had fallen asleep while reading magizines. His cheek was sticking to one of the pages and his mouth was slightly parted. He was wearing some of Blaine's clothes, which made Blaine very, very happy. Kurt still needed his own clothes, though. He was happy to see that his angel had a sense of style.

Blaine walked calmly over to Kurt and took a moment to bask in the boy's beauty. He was very lithe and small, like the pixies Blaine used to know. His angel was small, but that was perfect. It made it so that Blaine would be able to hold the boy in his arms and protect him from the cruel world.

He went over to the sleeping boy an gently brush the hair from his forehead. Blaine leaned down and kissed the newly revealed skin. Kurt mumbled a bit in his sleep, turning over so that his cheek unstuck from the magizine. Blaine shook Kurt's shoulder, wanting to wake the boy. "Wake up, angel." he whispered into the small boy's ear. "I want to talk to you."

Kurt cracked his eyes open just barely. Blaine could see a sliver of the stunning blue color underneath those porcelin lids. "Wha...?" he mumbled sleepily.

"It's me, angel." Blaine got down on his knees so he was level with his boy. "I want you to wake up so we can go eat together. And then we can go shopping for some new clothes for you."

Kurt squinted at him. "...clothes?"

Blaine took Kurt's hand in his own, rubbing his thumb across the pale skin. "Yes, angel. Any clothes you want. But you have to wake up so we can eat first." Blaine could tell that Kurt wasn't totally there yet, so he said the words slowly.

Kurt closed his eyes and buried his face in the sheets. "M'tried..." was the muffled reply.

The vampire understood. Kurt could have been in the woods for hours before David and Jeff found him. He wanted his precious boy to be well rested. "That's okay, angel. You just rest. I'll wake you up in an hour or so." Blaine leaned down and gave Kurt an Eskimo kiss and stood to leave. As he turned, he saw his four vampire friends standing in the hall outside the room.

David and Wes took a step forward. Blaine let out a groan when he saw the Wes was softly hitting his palm with his gavel. That never meant anything good.

"Blaine, I think we should have a little talk about this human business..."