The vampires were in the meeting room, which was really just the study, four of them staring angerily at the fifth. Blaine had his arms crossed over his chest and was refusing to be intimidated by his friend's looks.

"I just want him." he growled. He didn't need to explain his actions to his friends.

"Could you be a little more specific?" Wes asked, his fingers wrapped tightly around his gavel. "You know how serious this is. He is a human, Blaine. A human! This is very, very dangerous. What if Sebastian realizes he is here?" Wes flinched as a new thought entered his mind. He lowered his voice to a whisper, but the vampires had no trouble hearing. "What if Jeremiah finds us? Do you think he will leave Kurt alone? You know he loves boys like him. You know what he would do to him, to hurt you and also because he wants to..."

Blaine shot up out of his seat and stood threateningly over Wes. Wes shrunk away slightly. There was no question that Blaine was the most powerful vampire in the group, and it was not wise to anger him. "Don't you dare mention that monster." he hissed. "I've worked for months to make sure he won't find us, and it's going perfectly. He doesn't know where we are, so he won't find us. He won't lay one slimy, disgusting, perverted finger on Kurt. I will protect him."

David decided to intervene before Blaine made Wes pee himself. "Blaine, you have to think rationally. There is and always has been the possibilty that Jeremiah would find us." Blaine spun around to glare at David, who held up his hands defensively. " I'm not denying that you've done an excellent job in hiding us from him. But the odds are against us. The chance that he will find out where we are located grows stronger each day. And if he does the human will be in great danger. He won't just kill him. That is not how Jeremiah works. He will take the human from you, and there is no telling what he will do to him. We can't drag an innocent into our problems. You have no reason for keeping him here."

"I'm keeping him here because I want him here! Jerermiah will not touch him! He is mine and he's not going anywhere!" Blaine stromed out the door and back into his room. Kurt was still there, sleeping peacefully. He lowered himself down onto the bed and wrapped the boy comfortably in his arms.

He tried not to think of it, but now that the boys had brought up Jeremiah, the man wouldn't leave his head. David and Wes were right of course. Jeremiah loved pretty boys like Kurt. Small, innocent, delicate, beautiful. Blaine held Kurt closer and shut his eyes tightly as he thought of what that monster would do to his angel if he ever got his evil hands on him. He couldn't bear thinking about it. If those things ever happened to lovely little Kurt, he wouldn't be able to live with himself.

The other vampires were in the doorway again, looking at him with worry filled eyes. "What about his family, Blaine?" Nick pointed out. "They'll come looking for him."

"I've already dealt with them." Blaine said carelessly, wanting his friends to leave him and his angel alone. "I looked up schools in the area and found which one Kurt attended. His last name is Hummel, and once I learned that I found his facebook. His dad owns a tire shop so I called there on a disposible phone, told him I had his son, and sent the police on a wild goose chase. The information they recieved will never lead them here."

To say that the other boys were shocked would be an understatement. They only really had one question.

"Why?"

Blaine did not look at them and instead turned Kurt's beautiful face towards him so that he could stare for as long as he desired. He stroked his angel's soft cheek, loving the silky smooth skin.

Why? Now that was a good question. Why had he gone through all that just to make sure nobody would come to take Kurt away from him? Was it because he was unbelievably lonely? Perhaps. For a long time he had craved a romantic relationship, something neither David, Wes, Nick, or Jeff could provide. They moved around too much to get involved with a human. And it was also very risky to interact with humans in any place they stayed, given that Jeremiah had other vampires constantly on the lookout for them.

It was more than that. He had some not so clean motives as well. He had sex with Sebastian when he came around at random times during the month, and then for his monthly visit after full moon to check on them, as was the agreement between the two creatures inhabiting the woods to make sure the other wasn't doing anything suspcious. They kept an eye on each other. But he hated Sebastian, and it was angry sex, rough and pointless. Just a way to get off. Lately he hasn't been in the mood, which Sebastian didn't like.

Sebastian was an unmated Alpha werewolf, and he claimed that he didn't do mates. But not having a mate made him unbelievably horny, so he slept around a lot. He was good looking and didn't get rejected. When Blaine said he wasn't in the mood, Sebastian was understandably confused. He was always in the mood, and didn't understand why anyone wouldn't want to sleep with him. But he didn't dwell on it too much. It wasn't like he was short on partners.

While sex with Sebastian was pretty amazing, as it was a constant battle for dominace, Blaine wanted something different. He wanted gentle touches, soft kisses, slow love making. He wanted Kurt laid out under him, his hair in a mess, naked and flushed a beautiful pink color, looking up at him with love in his eyes and absoulte trust. With Sebastian it was always harsh kisses and biting, trying to force one under the other, rough fucking and bruises afterwards.

He knew Kurt would want gentle sex. He would blush and hesitantly spread his legs, barring all to Blaine, giving himself over to him. Blaine would lean forward as he was thrusting into Kurt's tight, warm heat and whisper in the boy's ear how much he loved him, and how beautiful he was.

And he wanted cuddles on the couch, sneaky kisses while watching movies, inside jokes that nobody else would get.

He wanted Kurt.

"Because I want him to stay here with me. And if it all falls through I promise I will let him go. Just let me try."

The boys glanced at each other, wordlessly coming to an agreement. Wes sighed. "We will give you a chance, Blaine, but only because you are our friend. You will have to deal with whatever concequences come with harboring a human. Just make sure this is what you want."

Blaine ran a hand through Kurt's soft hair, listening to the little sigh of contentment that passed Kurt's rose petal lips. "This is what I want. There is no doubt in my mind."

"Very well," Wes hit his gavel against his hand, signaling finality. "The matter is closed. Just remember, Blaine, that the human is your responsiblity. Expect no help from us when this all backfires on you."

With that they finally left him and his angel alone. Blaine made himself comfortable and adjusted Kurt so they were lying next to each other.

He wasn't sure what he would do. Everything the boys had said were absoultely true. He did not now what he would do when Sebastian arrived. He did not now what he would do when the police realized the information he had been given was fake.

But he couldn't worry about that now. Now he just wanted to cuddle with his angel and forget about everything else. He placed a tiny kiss on Kurt's slightly parted lips. He hoped he would never have to let go of his precious Kurt.

He would defend him for as long as he could. And there was no way in any sort of hell Jeremiah would hurt his Kurt.

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When Kurt woke up and saw a pair of intense hazel eyes boring into his, he couldn't stop the scream that erupted from his throat. He scrambled back on the bed, shaking from shock. Instantly Blaine had his arms wrapped around him, cooing and trying to calm him. "Shhhh, Angel." he soothed. "I am sorry I startled you. I did not mean to." He placed a small kiss in Kurt's hair.

Kurt regained himself soon enough and tried to push the boy away. He might as well have tried to push a brick wall. Blaine had him trapped securely in his arms and was nuzzling his neck. "Let me go." Kurt demanded, leaning his neck away from Blaine.

"Are you hungry, angel?" Blaine asked, moving his hand to Kurt's belly and rubbing small circles. "You haven't eaten anything and I'm concerned."

Kurt slapped Blaine's hand away. "I'm not hungry." he insisted.

His stomach chose that moment to let out a horribly loud growl.

"Nonsense," Blaine scooped him up in his arms like he was nothing, smiling at the adorable squeak his angel let out. "I will feed you, love."

Kurt was carried rather reluctently out of the bedroom, down the hall, and into the kitchen, where the other boys were gathered around, digging into a fresh plate of chocolate chip cookies and acting like regular teenage boys and not crazy kidnappers. In fact, the only thing weird about the scene was that when they dipped their cookies into their cups the cookies came away soaked in something red instead of the usual milk.

They all fell silent when Blaine entered as if by some unspoken command. Kurt was placed in one of the seats, where he tried to look as small as possible. All the boys were staring at him and he didn't like that.

Soon after a sandwich was placed in front of him, along with a glass of water. Without questioning it, Kurt instantly dug in. Gaga, he was starving. And he didn't bother taking small bites and being polite like he normally would. He wasn't looking to impress these boys.

The last bite was devoured and his stomach was satisfied. He took his time draining the glass of water, aware of Blaine's eyes on him; the other boys had gone back to talking. Finished with his meal, Kurt looked up and fixed the table with one of his famous glares. He smirked inside when he saw them look a little uneasy.

"I want answers." He said. "I want to know why I am here and who the hell you guys are. I'm not going to sit here like a good little captive and be oblivious. You better tell me what I want to know, now."

The boys looked at one another, as if judging who should answer. Kurt's patience was wearing thin. He had recieved zero answers since his arrival. Well, zero that were real answers. The vampire crap didn't count.

Blaine reached out and placed his hand on top of Kurt's and held it there when Kurt tried to move it away. "Love, let us move to the living room and we will answer your questions. It is more comfortable there." Without even waiting for Kurt to agree, Blaine took the boy into his arms and carried him to said room. The other boys followed obeidently.

Blaine sat on the end of the couch, leaning against the armest and placing Kurt in his lap. He wrapped an arm around Kurt's wasit to keep his struggling angel in place and placed his face against his angel's pale neck where he nuzzled slightly. He loved Kurt's neck.

He motioned with his other hand for Wes to speak. Wes was always the best at answering questions and talking out of all of them. The other boys took seats around the room and looked akward.

The asian boy looked Kurt in the eye carefully and began his explination. "We are vampires."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Not this again. I asked for the truth, not escaped mental patient talk!"

"But, Angel..." Blaine whispered softly, his lips ghosting over Kurt's skin. "We are vampires. It is true."

"Can you please cut the crap? I just want answers. If you choose to keep me here, it's the least you can do."

"Show him, Jeff." Blaine ordered.

A tall blonde boy stepped foward and glanced around to make sure he had the heads up. Wes nodded. In a flash Jeff was inches from Kurt's face, fangs extended past his lip and eyes a blood red. His features were transformed into an ugly snarl.

Kurt screamed quite loudly and tried to hide in Blaine's chest. Then he realized that Blaine too was a vampire. He clawed and tore at Blaine's arms around him. Vampires! Real fucking vampires! Blood sucking murdering vampires! Vampires weren't supposed to be real! He must be hallucinating. Maybe his dad was right about all the hairspray he used. Obviously all the chemicals had messed with his brain.

Blaine placed a hand over Kurt's mouth, silencing the constant stream of curses and undiginifed terrified whimpers. His other arm was used to hold Kurt tight in place. "Angel, calm down..." Blaine turned Kurt's face towards him. "We will not hurt you. You are safe here."

Kurt didn't hear Blaine's words. He only saw the sharp white fangs nestled inside the curly haired boy's mouth. His breathing started to get panicky. Oh Gaga, he was going to hypervenilate!

"Angel, please. I am sorry for startling you like that. Just breathe..." He removed the hand.

He took a few deep breathes and managed to regain himself a bit. He looked down at Blaine's arms and winced at the deep scratch marks marring the skin there. He closed his eyes and covered his face with his hands. "Vampires aren't real..." he mumbled to himself firmly. "I'm going crazy...that last locker slam must have given me a concussion...I'm going to wake up any moment and all of this will go away..."

The other boys saw Blaine's eyes sadden at this. "Love, if you are determined to believe all this is not real then it would not hurt you to at least listen to us and hear our story."

Kurt considered this. As this was all a dream it wouldn't hurt, he supposed, to just hear these guys out. He relaxed into Blaine's chest and allowed the boy to nuzzle his cheek. Only in his dreams would a boy as hot as Blaine be interested in him. "Fine, say whatever you want. Wait till I tell Mercedes about this dream. A cabin full of hot vampires boys! I knew I shouldn't have let Rachel force me to watch Twilight..."

Again, it was clear to see how much these words were hurting Blaine. The vampire pulled back from his boy and laid his head against the back of the couch. His angel thought none of this was real. How was he supposed to get Kurt to love him if the boy thought it was all a dream?

He grew angry. Why couldn't Kurt see that this was real? How dare he call Blaine's love for him fake? Blaine flipped them over, pinning the boy beneath him by his wrists. He stared deep into those stunning blue eyes, growling, his fags extended and dripping with drool. He shook the boy harshly, watching the boy's head hit against the couch again and again. "Why won't you believe us? We are vampires! This is real!" He was so frustrated and sad. Was he an idiot to wish for this angel to love him? Was he not worthy enough?

Kurt's eyes were wide with fear. It was getting harder and harder to dismiss all of this as a fantasy that his mind had worked up. What was that thing you had to do to wake up from a dream? Pinch yourself? He did just that, but the scary image of vampire Blaine did not disappear. "B-but vampires aren't real..." he stuttered uselessly.

"I am real!" Blaine yelled, his face very close to Kurt's. This close, Kurt could see that there was a red liquid welling up in Blaine's eyes. Was he about to...cry? The grip on his shoulders tightened as Blaine slammed his mouth against Kurt's. The brunette was too shocked to do much more than lay there as his mouth was attacked.

Blaine kissed those plump, soft lips desperetely, wanting to convey how much he wanted Kurt. How much he needed him. Kissing this angel felt so...right. This was perfect. Surely Kurt could tell how incredible this kiss was? Surely he could see the fireworks going off in Blaine's head? Blaine put his hand against Kurt's head, holding it firmly as the boy tried to pull away. Why wasn't Kurt seeing how amazing this kiss was? Why wasn't he enjoying it?

Kurt was saved from the kissing vampire by Nick and Jeff, who had to pry Blaine away from his body. The curly haired boy steadied himself and stared at Kurt, whose eyes were wide with shock and fear. He was curled up in the corner of the couch, looking like he wanted to disappear. It hurt his heart to see his angel like this; fearful of him and near tears. With an angry growl that sounded more like a choked sob, Blaine left the room, his fists clentched tightly at his sides. They heard the front door slam shut.

Jeff moved forward, asking if Kurt was alright. Kurt looked at the boys in the rooms disbelievingly. "This isn't a dream, is it?" As one the boys shook their heads. Kurt gave a sad sort of laugh. "Vampires..." he whispered, shaking his head.

"I know this is a lot to take in," said David calmly. "But rest assured we will not harm you. Blaine would skin us alive if we so much as tried." Nick had left and now returned with a glass of water. He handed it to Kurt, who thanked him and took a shaky sip. "Let us tell you how we became what we are. Perhaps it will help you understand us better a come to terms with what you have recently learned."

Kurt motioned with his hand for them to continue. It wouldn't hurt to get to know these boys. If he was going to remain here under order of Blaine, he should learn as much as he could and use it to his advantage when he tried to escape. Vampires had weaknesses, right?

Wes took it upon himself to tell their tale. "All of us," He said, gesturing to the group. "Used to be part of an acappella group at our old private school Dalton Acadmey."

"Like a glee club?" Kurt asked, his interest perked. Now this was something he could relate to.

Wes smiled. "Exactly. We were one of the best Glee clubs, actually. We performed everywhere from gap stores to amusement parks when we weren't getting ready for a competition. The five of us were part of the council, and sort of watched over and kept order of the group. We were well on our way to Nationals when it happened."

"When you boys were turned into vampires?"

"Yes..." Wes was quiet for a moment, lost in his thoughts. "We had just won Nationals, beating out two other equally talented groups. If it wasn't for Blaine we probably would have lost. He has the most amazing voice. He was the lead." he glanced at the place Blaine had gone. "Anyway, we were celebrating out victory in the changing rooms, when this man named Jeremiah approached us. We had seen him at a few of our other performances, and we assumed he was just a fan. He asked if he could talk to us, since we were the leaders. He claimed he was thinking of hiring us to perform at where he worked. We jumped at the chance to possibly get hired. So we allowed him to take the five of us out to dinner to talk business." He shook his head. "It was the stupidest desicion we've ever made. He paid for everything and asked us lots of questions about ourselves. Afterwards, when we were about to say goodbye, he and some friends of his...they..."

Nick took over when Wes couldn't continue. "They beat the living crap out of us, which is no easy feat given that Blaine was a part of Fight Club. We later learned they were vampires when they took us to Jeremiah's manor. We believed it just as much as you do until, of course, we were turned. It wasn't a choice. Jeremiah and his minions drank from us until we were on the very brink of death and then asked if we wanted to live. We said yes, and were immedatily turned. Damn jerk..."

"What did he want with you?"

"Hell if I know. A whole ton of things, I suppose. Sometimes he made us steal things or sing for money or kill his enemies. Other times he had us bring him humans to drink from. Mostly pretty boys like you." Nick pointed at Kurt. "He took them to his room and we never saw them again. He was a horrible, evil man. We were like slaves. Sometimes he even made us...he made us..."

David's turn. "He made us do him sexual favors." Kurt had no idea how David was saying this so calmly. The boy didn't express many emotions. "Not too often, since he had other boys to play with. But occasionally he would take one of us. Most of the time, it was Blaine...Jeremiah seemed to really like him."

"Is..." Kurt stopped, wondering if what he wanted to ask was going to ofend them. "Is that what made him...you know..."

"I think so. I'm not sure what Jeremiah did to him, or had him do, but whatever it was it changed him immensely. He used to be so much happier. He sang and joked and jumped on furniture." All the boys laughed at that. "He was like...like an excited puppy. But ever since the first day at Jeremiah's he's changed. He pulls away from us, and more often than not he disappears for days on end without any notice. He's more bossy and cold. He shut down. The Blaine we knew isn't here anymore. No matter how hard we've tried we can't bring him back."

Kurt felt bad about judging Blaine. He could tell how much these boys cared about Blaine. "How did you guys escape from Jeremiah?"

"Blaine managed it. He distracted Jeremiah long enough for us to set the plan in action." David sighed. "Jeremiah didn't like that very much. When we got away we had to wait for Blaine at the place we had agreed to meet. We waited there for three days until Blaine finally managed to get away. He came to us barely alive. Even with vampire healing it took weeks for him to fully heal. Ever since then he's thought of nothing more then making sure Jeremiah doesn't find us. No easy feat, given that Jeremiah has his little minions constantly looking for us. Blaine has been moving us unendingly over the past couple of months, trying to keep us safe. He's a great leader though, despite his faults."

"So what does he want with me? Why am I here?"

David shrugged. "I have no idea. I think it's because he's lonely. He...he needs some one. I think he wants to feel in control for once. He can't determine when Jeremiah will find us. He can't control that. He may just to care for somebody like he never got the chance to do. Blaine loves us, but it's not the same."

Kurt quirked an eyebrow at the calm boy. He still didn't really understand his purpose here.

"Listen, I'm not going to pretend to know what goes through Blaine's head. I don't understand half the things he does."

"Ain't that the truth," chuckled Nick, bumping fists with Jeff. "Blaine is bonkers."

Wes sent them a warning look.

"You will have to ask him." David continued. "The only thing I can promise you is that Blaine will never harm you in anyway. I know that is hard to believe, what with his little performance before he left, but it's true. When Blaine cares about someone, he takes care of them."

"He doesn't even know me. I've said about five words to him this entire time! He has no right to keep me here!" Kurt huffed and crossed his arms, burying himself into the couch. His dad was probably going to have a heart attack from the stress, the New Directions would be too worried about him to focus on competitions so there went the glee club, and some curly haired vampire was currently perving on him and keeping him locked in this damned cabin. And while the thought that some cute guy actually liked him made his heat flutter uncontrollably (come on, Blaine was hot, even he could admit that), he couldn't fully appericate it. Everything he had known had been ripped away from him. Apparenty vampires were real now!

But the worst part of all this? He didn't have his clothes. Now, that may sound like an odd thing to complain about at that certain moment in time, but Kurt's clothes were his safe haven. When he got bullied, or when he was feeling insecure, he could go home and plan out an outfit for the next day. It calmed him and gave him time to think. His wished he had his closet full of clothes now so he could just bury himself in it and never return. He hated being in other people's clothes.

"Kurt, is it?" said Jeff, finally speaking up. "If it was up to us, we'd let you go. But it's not. What Blaine says goes. Just give him a chance. I'm sure he'll realize soon enough that keeping a human here is a huge mistake and he'll let you go." He glanced down at his watch. "We're late. They will be waiting for us by now." He motioned for the others to follow him. "Talk to him when he returns. We have no control over if he lets you go or not. This house is secured, so you won't be able to escape. I'm sorry." the blonde haired boy did look legititmatily sorry. "Eat whatever you want, do whatever you want. Except leave. You can't do that. I think Blaine has something planned for you." The vampires walked out of the room. Kurt heard the front door open and the boys leaving. Nick popped his head in the room at the last minute to give Kurt one last warning. "If anyone knocks on the door, you hide, understand? Blaine doesn't knock."

With those final words the were all gone. Kurt got up and tried the door. It was locked. Same as the windows. Without anyone to watch him, Kurt decided this was the perfect moment to search the house for something useful. What would vampires keep in their houses? Dead bodies? None of those as far as he could tell. Blood bags? He found those in the freezer, right alongside an oddly high number of Hot Pockets. The cabinets were full of snacks and bottles of sunscreen.

The windows were the same as the door and there was no back exit. The boys rooms were just what you would expect of teenage boys, all except Blaine's. They were messy, unoriginazed, and it was seriously messing with Kurt's need for order. He took it upon himself to fix it. In no time at all the rooms were perfectly clean and spotless. Besides choosing clothes, cleaning also helped Kurt relieve stress and think.

There were no photos, nothing really personal. It must have been because they moved around so much. They had laptops, but they were secured by passwords. And given that Kurt knew next to nothing about these boys, he couldn't even guess. If the boys had cellphones, they must have taken them.

Finally admitting defeat, Kurt made himself a huge bowl of grapes and found a comfortable spot on the couch. The News station was deviod of any missing child reports, which worried Kurt. Did his dad know he was gone? Maybe he thought he was with Mercedes or something. No, Burt would have suspected something when he didn't call. Kurt always called. He frowned. This didn't make any sense. Maybe it just hadn't aired yet.

Kurt flipped through the channels and finally settled on America's Next Top Model. He let himself get lost in the show, slowly popping grapes into his mouth. The front door opened half way through the show, but Kurt paied it little attention. He heard heavy foot steps stop at the entrance to the room. When it was time for commerical break, Kurt looked over to see Blaine standing there, staring at him unblinkingly. Remembering what he had learned from the other vampires about what happened to Blaine, he decided to try and play nice. "Join me?" he patted the couch.

The happiness in Blaine's eyes lit up the room. In the blink of an eye he was sitting very, very close to Kurt. Surprisingly, Blaine was very warm. Kurt would have denied it if it was mentioned, but he leant against Blaine's side slightly, sokaing up the warmth. He should enjoy the boy attention while it lasted. Once he left this place, he would go back to being the lonely gay kid who crushed on straight guys. So sue him if he was liking the fact that a boy liked him.

"I'm watching America's Next Top Model and that's not about to change. If you don't like it you can leave." He chewed slowly on a grape and dared Blaine to argue with him.

The vampire smirked. "Do not tell the others, but I secretly love this show. I wouldn't change it for the world. Whenever the boys are gone, I watch the shows I love to watch."

Kurt hummed and rested his head against Blaine's shoulder. "That earned you a spot in my good books, Mr. Vampire. So what do you think of Nicole?"

All through out the episode they talked about the models and the photos they had taken. "Oh gaga, she looks like she has gas pains." commented Kurt as he took in the final photo. The model's face was twisted into a weird sort of grimace and she was hunched over akwardly.

Blaine smiled, but he wasn't looking at the tv screen. He loved watching his angel's eyes fill with wonder and happiness. Kurt's precious head was lying gently against his shoulder, and Blaine couldn't have been happier. He placed his hand in the bowl of grapes and picked out a nice one. He held it up to Kurt's lips. The pale boy leaned forward and took the fruit into his mouth. For the briefest of moments Kurt's beautiful lips brushed against his fingertips. He shivered with pleasure. He recalled the feel of those lips on his own. Simply stunning.

"Hey, how do you have cable? Wouldn't people know you were here if you have cable?"

"Well, love, we don't techincally own this place. It's the summer vaction home for this rih family. They haven't visited in years, yet they still pay the cable and electrcity bills. I think they forgot about the place, and are so rich they hardly notice the expense."

"What are you going to do if they ever show up?"

"Send them on their merry way." Blaine thought for a moment. "Or kill them."

Kurt shifted uncomfortably.

When the first episode ended they watched another and another and another until all the grapes were gone and Kurt had drifted off. When Blaine was absoultely sure that Kurt was asleep, he turned off the tv and pulled the small boy into his lap. Kurt didn't stir. He cuddled with the boy like he used to cuddle with his old teddy bear. He felt so safe with his angel in his arms, like nothing bad could ever happen.

His friends found him a half an hour later in that same position, playing with Kurt's soft hair. Nick smirked at him. "Man, that's totally creepy, you know that, right?"

Blaine glared at the until they retreated into their respective rooms. "Hey!" Nick shouted, causing Kurt to stir and slowly open his eyes. Blaine growled in annoyance. "Who cleaned our rooms!"

"Oh..." Kurt mumbled, wiping at his eyes. "I did that."

"Thanks, Kurt!" yelled David.

"Why?" Blaine asked.

"Because they were disgusting. Seriously, they were worse than my brother Finn's room, and that's saying something."

"I've been trying to get them to clean their rooms since we moved in. Apperences, you know?" Blaine helped Kurt to his feet. "I have a surprise for you, angel?"

"Oh?" Kurt let himself be lead into Blaine's room and sat on the bed. Blaine opened the drawer on his night stand and pulled out two magizines. One had a pitch black cover and the other was..."I love that magizine!" Kurt made a grab for it. Blaine held it out of reach.

"But I haven't told you the best part yet, love." Blaine joined him on the bed. "You get to buy whatever you want."

"Are you crazy, those clothes are insanely expensive!" Kurt snatched the magizine from Blaine's hands and opened it. "I could only dream of owning them." he sighed wistfully.

"Well then I am your dream come true." Blaine said cooly. He dug into the drawer and pulled out a large wad of cash. "Anything you want. Any pair of jeans, any bag, any jacket. It's all yours, angel."

Kurt eyed the money suspciously. "Where did you get that? I doubt you work."

The vampire dismiised his words. He held out a sharpie marker and the magizine. "Don't worry about that. It's not important."

Kurt took the offered items catiously. "What's the catch?"

Blaine patted his legs "You have to sit in my lap."

"No way." he turned his attention back to the magizine.

Blaine pouted. "Please, Angel?"

"Why do you keep calling me that? It's kind of creepy." Kurt said without looking up.

His chin was gently forced up by strong fingers until he was staring intoBlaine's hazel eyes. "Because you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." The look in Blaine's eyes was completely serious. "You are flawless, perfect, stunning. An angel."

Kurt opened and closed his mouth uselessly, a pink blush spreading over his face. Nobody had ever talked to him like that before. He had only ever dreamt of a boy saying owrds like that to him. Mostly when he used to have a crush on Finn. He wasn't exactly sure what to say in response. This had to be a joke. Why would someone as incredibly handsome as Blaine say things like this to him. If he really was a vampire, he had probably seen tons of other boys, all better looking than him. Kurt cleared his throat and told himself to stop feeling so disappointed. "Fine," he relented, situating himself on Blaine's lap and uncapping the sharpie. He wasn't about to pass up free clothes.

Blaine gave him a small kiss on the cheek. He opened his own magizine, which was pitch black and had no words on it.

There was a comfortable silence for a time. The only sound was the flipping pages and the squeak of a sharpie marker. Occasionally Blaine would look down at Kurt, smile softly, and press a kiss to the top of his head.

"So how does this vampire thing work?" Kurt asked, circling a grey knee length jacket that he had been eyeing at the mall for a long time.

"What do you mean, love?"

"Like," he searched for the right words. "The vampires myths and all that. If you are a vampire, and I still find it hard to believe even with all that I've seen, then you must know. If I'm going to be trapped here I would like to be informed about the creatures I will be dealing with."

Blaine smile fell. He closed his magizine. "Love, I don't want you to feel like you are trapped here. I...I want you to think of this as your new home."

Kurt turned around and glared at him. "Oh, so I can leave whenever I want then?"

"No, you are to remain here."

"Then I'm trapped here. You took me here against my will and you won't let me leave. I'm a prisoner here. Do you think I would be here otherwise?"

The curly haired boy looked like he had been punched in the gut. "Angel, I thought..."

"No, Blaine, you didn't think. I get all this vampire knowledge shoved at me, I have you perving all over me and touching me while I sleep. Yes, I know about that." Kurt said in answer to Blaine's wide eyes. "And I learned all about Jeremiah from th boys, so I felt bad for you, but you continue to do this. I don't know you! You can't keep me here!"

Blaine let out an angry growl. "If it wasn't for us you would be werewolf food by now! We saved your life!"

"And then you kept me here!" Kurt retorted, getting out of Blaine's lap and off the bed. "You kept me here without any explination, with no reason. I don't want to be here! Why do you insist on not letting me go? I have a family and friends! I go to school! How did you think this was going to work?"

Blaine falltered. "They...they hurt you, angel. David and Jeff found you in the woods, hurt..." He captured Kurt's pale hand. "I want you...you have to understand..."

Kurt ripped his hand away. "I don't understand. I just want to go home..."

Angry vampire Blaine was back. "Well, you're not going anywhere. You are staying here until you love me, damn it!" He got to his feet and shoved Kurt. With his vampire strength behind it, Kurt flew to the wall and hit it with a loud thud. The second Blaine realized what he had done he was at Kurt's side, stumbling over apology after apology, trying to cradle Kurt's delicate head in his arms.

His angel violently flinched away from him and tried to hide against the wall. "Go away..." Kurt hissed, his perfect icy blue orbs filled with fear and anger. "Leave me alone..."

"Angel, I am so so sorry, please..."

Slim fingers tangled in his curly hair and yanked his face forward. "Leave me the hell alone, Blaine, before I grab the a bed post, carve it into a stake and stab it through your fucking heart." A single tear slipped down his angel's face. Blaine longed to brush it away. "Go away..."

Knowing if he stayed he would be causing his love pain, Blaine left as quickly as he could. He felt as though his heart had been ripped out of his chest and smashed into millions an millions of pieces that could never be repaired. He dragged himself into the living room and threw himself down on the couch. He was a horrible, horrible person. Had he learned nothing? He was no better than Jeremiah.

He heard rather than saw someone enter the room. "Blaine, stop acting like a sad sack and sit up."

"I hurt him..." Blaine grumbled into the couch. "I don't know what I am doing..."

"And that," said Jeff, perching on the arm of the couch and patting Blaine's fluffy head. "Is why I am going to help you."