So as the other slept he tried to find a scent that didn't smell like the other damn wolf that Kurt seemed to have become fast friends with. He didn't understand how the fledgling could just forgive his former bully, but then again Kurt was capable of many thing he never would have guessed lately. Finding nothing he became even more frustrated, leaving the room to summon a few donors rooms so he could vent a bit of his anger.

Calling Jeremiah hadn't helped either but he should of known better than to think the self-centered vampire would help him if it was related to Kurt. When he had asked why the other had saved his fledgling all he received was the annoying dial tone after Jeremiah had hung up on him. Of course the other vampire never picked up the next few times he had tried to call. Even more aggravated he vented by grading the rest of his papers and checking up on Kurt every ten minutes or so.

Pavarotti left him alone mostly, only landing on his shoulder from time to time to read along with some of the essays he was marking through. The little bird was silent which was surprising because Wes had complained about the bird tweeting nonstop at times when he had arrived earlier, dropping off bird seed that he claimed was the bird's favorite. The goodbye the two of them shared was sweet, something he would never tell his friend though. Pavarotti had rubbed his beak against Wes's cheek while the vampire gently patted the top of the bird's head.

It was like Pavarotti had been waiting around just for that reason because once Wes had left he disappeared from Blaine's sight. He found him later, perched on top of the headboard of the bed in Kurt and Blaine's room. His feathery head would tilt from side to side as he watched the fledgling sleep. A funny thought of Kurt owning his own attack bird crossed his mind before he shook it off. It really wasn't going to be a laughable matter when the little bird could finally shift into his true form once again. It was sort of a relief considering there would be another pair of eyes on Kurt to keep him safe, but then it was also troublesome. When people begin to realize why the bird was around the teen so much things would start to get difficult.

Nick and Jeff had stopped by not too long afterwards, the blond wanting to watch T.V with Kurt. His face had fallen when he had explained why the other fledgling was asleep and Nick had to gently coax him to sit down instead of running out of the door to extract his revenge on an innocent wolf. After a few hushed comments between his older creation and himself the couple left, Jeff still whining that it was unfair he couldn't check up on his cousin himself.

Dustin had surprised him with a call around six that morning, how the wolf even had his number he still didn't know. He suspected Alexander had something to do with it, but he was content to wait until he saw his creator again to give him a piece of his mind since the list of issues he had with the older vampire seemed to be growing each day. What surprised him even more was that the proud, full-blooded pack leader gave his apologies on the behalf of the supposed wolf who had attacked Kurt. Though he couldn't get a name the other had promised that punishment would be given which put his mind at ease a bit.

Apparently Dustin's pup, which unfortunately was Dave, had told him that night when he had picked him up from school. The man claimed that the younger wolf was very distraught over the fact that his friend had gotten hurt and wanted nothing less than the other wolf to get what he deserved. He had also begged Dustin to tell Blaine himself not to tell Kurt that he told, saying that he didn't think the fledgling would appreciate the fact that he went behind his back. So he had agreed and said his goodbyes with a different opinion about David Karofsky.

Really not wanting to think about the way his fledgling had been attacked or the fact that the former human he had threatened almost half a year ago seemed to be turning into a close friend to Kurt, he distracted himself with lesson plans and random T.V programs as he continued to check up on Kurt and Pavarotti. He didn't want to admit he was worried about the future when he hadn't even made much headway with his fledgling in the present. He knew this really was only the beginning to something much more complicated, but was it so bad to ask for a few hours of peace where nothing would blow up into a million different things?

He decided then that after the Warbler meeting on Friday he would make the weekend special for Kurt, that is if the fledgling didn't freak out too much after finding out what he is.

"Did you really think your stupid creator could protect you forever?" the wolf snarled, brown eyes flashing to red again as he threw Blaine against the brick wall in the alleyway.

"Blaine!" Kurt sobbed, still trying to escape the hold of the two hunters that were pinning him down against the back wall. "Please don't do this!" he begged, ignoring Blaine's weak shout to run.

"I think it would do the world good to be rid of an old bloodsucker." the other laughed and delivered another kick to Blaine's stomach.

"No!" Kurt shouted when a soft mewl of pain left the vampire's throat. He had never seen Blaine so small and defenseless before. He had always been in control and he had been in the frame of mind that nothing could hurt the other.

"Can we have some with him now, Josh?" one of the hunters wheezed, the grip on Kurt's arm tightening painfully.

"Yeah, we never got to do anything the other night!" the taller hunter exclaimed, running a hand down the front of Kurt's uniform pants.

"Don't touch me!" Kurt growled, still struggling to get away from the humans. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that he should be able to easily tear away from their grip and break their necks the way Blaine had done so many nights before. He couldn't though and the fact that the humans were supposed to be dead crossed his thoughts as well but it quickly left when another painful yelp left his creator.

"No you idiots, he's mine!" Josh growled before leaving Blaine on the alley floor, not even bothering to glance back as the vampire attempted to grab his ankle. "You can do whatever you want with the other thing though, just kill him afterwards and cover your tracks." he said before grabbing Kurt's tie, tugging him to where the fledgling crashed against his chest.

"No, anything!" Kurt blurted, pushing against the wolf's muscled shoulders as he felt a long tongue swipe across his cheek. "Please, you can do anything to me, just let him go!" he pleaded as he watched the two hunters walk towards Blaine's crumpled figure.

"It doesn't work like that." Josh murmured against Kurt's ear, grinning as a shiver rolled across the fledglings spine. "Now, I'll finally get what I want." he whispered before he began to suck on the teen's neck, relishing in the other's call for help and the grunts of pain from the older vampire.

"How can you do this, the humans…they were dead! I don't…" Kurt said, crying out as he felt teeth tear into his shoulder. He heard the fabric of his blazer and shirt tear, feeling the wind roll across his now exposed skin. He dug his nails in the wolf's bared arms, whimpering when the other only laughed before rolling his hot tongue across his skin one again.

"Funny that's what you focus on." the taller male whispered before blowing air against the trail of saliva he had just left behind the fledglings left ear. He chuckled when another whimper left the thin teen in his arms.

"W-What?" Kurt asked, gasping as he felt a large hand slip underneath his pants and boxers to slide against his butt. Then the awful screaming started and at first he couldn't tell who it was until his name was being called. "B-Blaine?" he cried, vision blurry from his tears and the speed that the wolf spun him around.

"Kurt! Help me!" Blaine begged, screaming out as the long knife continued to cut through his throat. He coughed then, blood spewing from his mouth and down the white undershirt he was dressed in.

"I can't!" Kurt whispered, trying once against to break the wolf's hold. He had no luck and the only response he received was a dark chuckle, the rough hand sliding around from his backside to grab him in a place no one else ever had. He cried out as a painful squeeze was given to his member, the sound only exciting the wolf further. He felt the body behind him tremble as it pressed up against him, the hardness of the other's bulge causing even more panic to settle over him.

"Kurt!"

Everything seemed to pause then, Blaine's screaming, the hand in his pants, and the heavy pants from the wolf behind him stilled. The voice sounded so familiar, but he couldn't place it. Suddenly time began to play again and reality seemed to come crashing down as Blaine continued to scream his name. The hunters continued to push the knife into his creator's throat and the wolf behind pushed against him even more.

"Listen to me!"

Time paused again, letting Kurt think for a moment. "W-What?" he asked, his voice shaky and hoarse as he looked around wildly. The voice's source didn't reveal itself, Blaine's pained expression tugged at his dead heart. "I don't understand-" he didn't get to finish because time resumed once again, the feeling of dread and helplessness crashing down on him again.

"Kurt…" Blaine gurgled, the knife halfway through his throat now which caused Kurt to sob even more. "I love you…so much." the vampire managed, a sad smile gracing his lips.

"NO!" Kurt screamed, gasping when his whole world turned black. "Blaine!" he cried out desperately, running forward to where he thought the vampire was when he noticed no one held him back any longer. "BLAINE!" he screamed, turning around and seeing nothing but black stretching on and on.

"Kurt, open your eyes."

There was the voice again that sounded so familiar yet so faraway at the same time. He felt himself blink and sniffled, trying to concentrate and control his shaking hands. "But they are open!" he called out to whoever was speaking to him. "Is Blaine okay?" he asked, spinning around again when the familiar feeling of someone watching him from behind settled over him. "Please!"

"Open your eyes and see for yourself, blood boy."

"Blood boy…" Kurt repeated, brow furrowing in confusion as he tried to remember why it sounded so familiar. His eyes widened as a little yellow bird suddenly flashed in front of him, small twittering accompanying the image. "Pavarotti?" he whispered, head spinning as he finally realized who had been talking to him all this time. He opened his mouth to speak only to close it again when he found himself at a loss for words. Blaine's screaming echoed in his ears causing him to gasp. "Pavarotti hurry, Blaine needs help!"

"Kurt….cal….open your ey-"

A soft whine left him as Pavarotti's voice began to fade. He reached up, his hands shaky as he ran his fingers through his hair. "P-Pavarotti?" he whispered, still seeing nothing but black all around him. "Blaine?" he whimpered, another broken sob leaving his chest when no one answered him back.

Suddenly a flash of white light erupted in his line of vision causing him to cover his face with a surprised yelp. When the slivers of light stopped shining through his fingers he blinked, slowly lowering his hands only to come face to face with Josh. The wolf grinned and raised his hand slowly, reaching for Kurt's face. "No!"

Kurt sat up quickly, chest heaving and tears dripping down his cheeks. He looked around, thankful he could see again. Noticing he was somehow back in his and Blaine's room he let out a little breath of air he didn't he had been holding. Pavarotti flew into his view then, landing on one of his knees. His feathery head tilted up and a small tweet left his beak.

"That was some dream…" Pavarotti said, feathers ruffling slightly when Kurt shifted his knee.

"It was a dream?" Kurt whispered, eyes wide in shock. "But it all felt so real and Blaine-" he stopped talking then, the image of Blaine's bloody neck and chest flashing in front of his eyes. "BLAINE!" he shouted before throwing the covers off his legs, Pavarotti tweeting in annoyance as he flew up in the air to follow the panicked fledgling.

Kurt didn't have far to run since Blaine met him in the doorway, catching Kurt as he flung himself in his arms. "Blaine!" Kurt whimpered, ignoring the small 'oof' the vampire made when his back hit the living room floor. "They were killing you and and-" he quickly sat up, not caring that he was currently sitting on top of Blaine's stomach before reaching out to trace the right side of his creator's neck. "You're okay." he whispered, closing his eyes as Blaine's thumb wiped the tears from his cheek.

"Oh, Kurt." Blaine said softly, not even bothering to sit up. He watched as Kurt slowly bent down to press a few gentle kisses to the side of his neck he had been stroking a few moments before. "I didn't think the poison was going to affect you because nothing happened the first few hours you were asleep."he whispered, smiling when Kurt sat up again to look into his eyes.

Kurt shook his head, reaching out to trace his fingers over Blaine's lips as he continued to reel in the fact that Blaine was very much alive. Well as alive as you could get with being undead and all. "I couldn't help you…I wanted to but they wouldn't let go and-" he was silenced by the vampire's finger pressing against his lips.

"It was only a nightmare Kurt, I'm here now and nothing is going to change that." Blaine said, finally sitting up and pushing the fledgling off of him before standing and helping Kurt up. A surprised noise left his throat when the other clung to him, wrapping his arms around his waist and resting his head against his shoulders.

"It was just so…real though." Kurt whispered, closing his eyes as he felt Blaine's fingers card through his hair.

"I know." Blaine said, reaching down and managing to pull Kurt's arms from around his wait. He gently pushed Kurt back into the bedroom, crawling into the bed beside him. "It wasn't though." he continued, kissing the end of his fledglings nose when a weak purr left the other's chest.

Kurt smiled slightly when Blaine pulled the thick blankets over the both of them, reaching up to brush his fingers across the vampire's cheek. He felt Blaine's arm press against his back, his hand still running through his hair. "Why?"

Blaine frowned before he answered, staring into Kurt's half lidded eyes as he did so. "The Poison underneath the wolf-"

"Josh." Kurt interrupted, frowning when he realized the he had. "Sorry." he whispered, relieved when a soft chuckle left Blaine in return.

"It's okay." Blaine said gently, planting a kiss against Kurt's lips. "His name was Josh?" he asked, tugging at a few strands of hair when the fledgling's purring began to grow in volume.

"I think so?" Kurt said, brows furrowing as he tried to remember what had happened. Now that he was awake little details seemed to be slipping away which was beyond annoying. Something bright caught his attention and his breathing hitched before a startled hiss left his lips.

"Kurt, it's okay." Blaine said quickly, glancing up towards Pavarotti where he now perched on the headboard like he had been a few hours before. "See, it's only Pavarotti." he whispered, smiling when Kurt's body relaxed.

Kurt looked up at his feathery friend, frowning sadly. "Sorry." he whispered out loud, not noticing the calculating look Blaine sent him in return. Pavarotti trilled for a moment before flapping his wings slightly.

"It's alright, just don't make it a habit you know because it's kind of rude." Pavarotti quipped, hopping from side to side as Blaine looked up at him once again. "If you don't want Blaine curious you better stop talking out loud." he warned, watching the vampire turn his attention back to his fledgling.

"Oops."

"Kurt, do you want to talk about it?" Blaine asked, smiling again when Kurt tilted his head to look at him again. "It might help."

Kurt opened his mouth, wanting to do just that but something seemed to nag at him from the back of his mind. "How did the poison do that…make it so real?" he asked, leaning forward to press a kiss against Blaine's chin. He heard the vampire sigh before he reached up to run his own fingers through the vampire's curly hair. He smiled when he realized the other must of taken a bath considering his hair was free of the gel that had been holding it down earlier that night.

"Well full blooded wolves have posion underneath their claws." Blaine began, smiling when Kurt kissed his chin once again. "They used to use it on their prey, kind of like a snake." he continued, laughing softly when Kurt's face scrunched up slightly.

"Aren't wolves huge though?" Kurt asked, closing his eyes as Blaine pressed another kiss to his lips after he had asked his question. "Why would they need to poison a deer to kill it when all they have to do is step on it?"

Blaine's smile fell for a moment, sighing yet again as Kurt's eyes fluttered open. "Vampires and were-creatures didn't really get along with humans for a long time." he said, watching realization dawn on the fledgling's pale face.

"Wait, wolves used to eat…humans?" Kurt whispered, eyes wide in shock. He felt Blaine's hand squeeze the back of his neck slightly, though he chose to ignore it favor of the vampires lips brushing against his again.

"Yes, an odd few still do." he said, regretting his words when Kurt tensed up.

"Does Dusting and Dave…." Kurt trailed off, frowning when Blaine snorted in laughter. "What's so funny?" he deamanded, raising himself and leaning on his arm as he looked down into Blaine's hazel colored eyes.

"Sorry baby it's just…" Blaine sighed and collected his thoughts. "It's against the law now, to eat humans." he said quickly, reaching up to gently pull Kurt to rest on his side again. "Dustin is one of the few wolves who hunt and kill others who do eat humans." he explained, smiling when Kurt exhaled a relieved breath.

"So that means that Dave doesn't eat humans either, right?" Kurt asked hopefully, rolling his eyes as his purring continued, smiling as Blaine rubbed his thumb across his cheek.

"Right." Blaine said, almost telling Kurt that the young wolf had told when a happy smile lit up the others face. He didn't though knowing that being jealous really wasn't a becoming feature. "The poison would disoriante the human long enough for the wolf to attack, meaning a quick and easy meal unless the prey in question was a hunter."

"So…it only causes bad dreams and dizzyness to vampires?" Kurt asked, reaching up to tug at the curls atop of Blaine's head again. He smiled as he felt the vampire's lips press against his wrist.

"Mostly, though I thought you were in the clear last night because the first hours you slept normally." Blaine said as he grabbed Kurt's hand, interlacing their fingers before kissing the bridge of the fledgling's nose. "I should of known it would be different for you." he said with another sigh. "I'm sorry."

Kurt lifted an eyebrow. "How on earth was it your fault?" he began, shaking his head slightly. "You had no idea, stop blaming yourself." he continued quickly when Blaine opened his mouth to speak again.

Blaine smiled before nodding. "Can you tell me what Josh did?" he asked, frowning when Kurt shifted his gaze away from him. "Kurt, please." he said gently, rubbing his nose against the teen's cheek.

"I couldn't stop him, Blaine." Kurt whispered, closing his eyes as he felt Blaine's arm rest against his side. "He…" he trailed off to shake his head stubbornly. "It was only a nightmare, I'm fine." he said, sighing when Blaine's face fell.

"Just tell him, geeze. He know's it's bothering you." Pavarotti said, a small chirp leaving him which caused Blaine to glance up towards him.

"But…it was only a dream and I really don't think admitting I couldn't stop someone from molesting me would do anything….Can't I just forget it and move on?" Kurt asked, not knowing his eyes were glowing though he did wonder why Blaine was staring back at him so intently.

"You say it was only a dream but weren't you just crying because it felt so real?" Pavarotti asked, another chirp leaving him as he ruffled his feathers. "Besides, I was there and saw what happened. Trust me and just talk to him about it, he'll relate more than you think to it."

Kurt's eyes widened again as he listened to Pavarotti. "How were you even there in the first place and what do you mean he'll relate?" Kurt asked, sighing when Pavarotti flew from his perch and out of the bedroom. "Why are you such a difficult thing…?"

"I see I've been demoted from bird to 'thing'. How am I supposed to feel about that?"

Kurt bit his bottom lip out of frustration, surprised when Blaine's thumb gently pulled it from his teeth a few seconds later. The pleading look on the vampire's face caused him to frown. How was he supposed to say no to that? "Well I guess…"

"Kurt, you know anything that happened isn't real, just an illusion that the poison created." Blaine said gently. "I wont be angry or upset with what you tell me, but I know it must be bothering you."

Of course Pavarotti had to be right. Was the bird some kind of all knowing animal that had come to nag him for the rest of his eternity? He resisted a groan and silently prayed to whatever was listening that it wasn't so. "They were killing you." he finally said, staring into Blaine's eyes again as he felt the vampire's hand rub circles into his lower back.

Blaine nodded quietly before answering. "It would take a lot to kill me, Kurt. You really don't have to worry about that." he said before brushing their lips together once again. "That wasn't all was it?" he asked after a few beats of silence.

"The wolf, he…" Kurt trailed off, closing his eyes as he tried to collect his thoughs. "He touched me in places no one…" he felt Blaine's hand still on his lower back before he was pulled against the other's chest.

"I'm so sorry." Blaine said quickly. "I should of stayed with you to make sure you weren't dreaming…I can't believe I thought you would just push through without having a reaction."

"Blaine, it's not-"

"No it is, Kurt." Blaine insisted. "Just let me be angry with myself for once, okay?" he said with a soft sigh. His arms tightened around his fledgling, the most important person in the world to him as he thought. "Kurt." he whispered after a few minutes.

Kurt had burried his face in Blaine's shoulder in the awkward silence, not expecting the vampire to speak so soon. "Hm?"

"I swear that will never happen." Blaine said, planting kisses against Kurt's neck. "Never." he repeated when memories began to play in the back of his mind.

"Blaine?"

Kurt's hesitant voice pulled him from his thoughts, the worried expression on the pale face in front of him causing him to smile. "Yes?"

"Has it…ever happened to you?" Kurt asked quietly, reaching up to rest his hand against Blaine's face. The vampire was silent for a long while before he shook his head. "I-"

Kurt gasped as the top set of his teeth began to throb. He closed his eyes, moving his hand down to clench Blaine's shirt in his fist as the annoying pain continued. He opened his eyes again to find the other had adopted a releived look. "I think…"

"You're hungry." Blaine said with a nod, slowly rolling over so that he now rested on his hands and knees above Kurt. He couldn't believe he had almost spilled his own secrets, though he supposed he could blame it on Kurt's bright eyes. They always seemed to get the better of him anyways. Thank goodness hunger was a constant need in a fledgling. "Kurt, I promise you I'll never let that happen to you." he began, leaning down to touch his nose to Kurt's. "I love you."

"I love you, too." Kurt whispered, thankful when the vampire leaned down and slipped his tongue between his lips to let the blood flow. Even though he had even more questions to ponder, the promise just made to him lifted his spirit's a bit.

Blaine wasn't surpsied when Kurt fell asleep once his belly was full. He licked the spilt blood form the other's lips and pulled the covers up to Kurt's shoudlers before sitting on the edge of the bed. He heard Pavarotti fly back into the room as he held his head in his hands, elbows resting on his knees as he thought about his own past. After a while he glanced over at Kurt, the smile on the fledgling's lips causing the corners of his own mouth to lift.

"I promise you."