What did surprise him, though, was that the vampire allowed him to bring his three friends back to their rooms. Maybe he shouldn't have been so, since from the very beginning Blaine had said that the rooms were just as much Kurt's as they were his. He supposed the surprise came from Blaine allowing Jeremiah to walk back with them.

He had given his creator a confused and slightly shocked look when he had agreed to what the blond had asked, but the vampire had only nodded towards him before turning his attention back to Wes and David to talk about something he couldn't hear over the chattering Mercedes and Rachel. So, now all five of them were walking through the halls and upstairs so he could show the girls, and Sam, where he lived.

Kurt kept an extremely close eye on Jeremiah, so he couldn't help but notice the way he was still staring at Sam. What confused him was the fact that the normal snake like smirk wasn't painted across the vampire's face. Instead, the only thing he could find was a slight smile. It was something he had never seen on Jeremiah's face, and if he wasn't currently worried about Sam at the moment, he would welcome the much nicer and gentler looking vampire.

"Kurt?"

Kurt's head snapped in Rachel's direction when she called out his name. He smiled towards her briefly, realizing that they were now standing outside his rooms. Digging through his pocket he found his keys, trying to come up with some excuse to make Jeremiah leave. He blinked when something light landed on his shoulder and sighed, knowing exactly what it was when he felt a small beak press against the shell of his ear.

"You seem so tense, aren't you happy to see your friends?" Pavarotti asked, head tilting from side to side.

"Of course I am, but I can't really enjoy it when Jeremiah is stalking one of them like they are his next prey." Kurt answered, giving a smile towards the girls before sticking his key into the lock.

"I wouldn't call him prey, per se."" Pavarotti said, a soft twitter leaving him when he caught sight of Sam sending Jeremiah a hesitant smile.

Kurt froze before unlocking the door and pushing it open so the girls could walk through. He heard gasps and a few 'ohh's' and 'ahh's' that he would have loved to have seen face to face, since he was the one who had decorated their rooms, but at the moment he had bigger bats to tend to. "What do you mean?" he asked as he watched Jeremiah and Sam stare at one another.

"Well, I haven't seen that dopey look on his face since Jace was around." Pavarotti tweeted in alarm when Kurt suddenly leapt forward, knocking him from his perch on the fledgling's shoulder.

"Sam!" Kurt said quickly, cutting off Jeremiah's view of Sam's face. "Why...why don't you come in, I've got a few comics for you to look at." he lied quickly, relieved when the blond's face lit up in excitement.

"Cool!" Sam said, stepping towards the door. He stopped and turned around to face both Jeremiah and Kurt. "It was nice to meet you...?"

Another smiled curled on Jeremiah's lips before he easily bumped Kurt out of the way with his elbow. "Jeremiah." he said, holding out his hand for the other blond to take. To his delight, Sam did, and he could feel the slight calluses upon his fingers. "You play the guitar, I take it?"

Sam's face brightened once again as Jeremiah asked his question. "Yeah!" he said excitedly. "How did you know, though?" he asked, blinking when he felt Jeremiah turn his hand over so his palm was face up. A small shiver raced across his spine when the other gently ran his finger tips across said calluses.

"I can feel them, where the strings have dug in." Jeremiah whispered, face twisting into a different expression. "Have you stopped playing recently?"

Sam slowly took his hand away, looking away from Kurt's questioning face. "Yeah...long story." he said with a small shrug.

"Well, I have all the time in the world, surely it can't be as long as that?" Jeremiah asked, smiling when Sam flashed another beautiful smile.

"So, this is vampire humor?" Sam asked, looking into Jeremiah's eyes.

"Yes-"

"Okaaay." Kurt said, walking up and gently pushing Sam into the room. "I'll be in there in a second." he said when Sam gave him a confused look. "I need to talk to Jeremiah. Alone." he explained when the blond's eyebrows rose.

"Right. See you later, Jeremiah." Sam said, waving slightly before walking further into the room.

"Definitely." Jeremiah mumbled underneath his breath, frowning when his view was cut off by the door Kurt closed.

"Don't even think about it!" Kurt snapped. "You even think about killing him and I'll let Blaine kill YOU this time."

Jeremiah rolled his eyes. "Please, stop trying to play the hero card. You haven't even been added to the council yet."

Kurt blinked. What on earth did that mean? He quickly shook his head before focusing his attention back on the taller vampire. "Look, just leave my friends alone. I swear, if you hurt them-"

"I don't want to," Jeremiah said quickly, looking at the door longingly. "I'm not, okay?" Jeremiah growled, rolling his eyes when Kurt only crossed his arms in return, eyebrow arched. "Though the short one does grate on the nerves..."

"Why should I believe you?" Kurt asked, shaking his head and ignoring Pavarotti when the small bird nipped his ear.

"If I wanted to hurt them, I would have let those dogs tear them apart like they wanted to." Jeremiah grumbled, quickly losing what little patience he had.

"What?" Kurt asked, eyes wide in shock. "Werewolves attacked them?"

"Well, they were the ones that somehow jumped the wall," Jeremiah said with a shrug. "I just happened to be in the right place at the right time," he continued. "If not, they would have been puppy chow."

Kurt looked down to the floor, knowing his heart would be beating at a hundred miles an hour if he were still a human. He looked up again, eyes narrowed. "Why would you save them?"

"What?" Jeremiah asked in a low laugh, shaking his head. "Is the way you repay the person who has saved your ass and your friends' asses?"

"He's right, you know."

Kurt ignored Pavarotti in favor of focusing on Jeremiah. "What do you want from Sam, he doesn't have money or anything like that."

"You think this is about money?" Jeremiah snapped, wishing with all his might he could kick down the door separating him and Sam.

"It's either that, or you're just being stupid, thinking that if you kill one of my friends it's some sort of revenge on Blaine." Kurt said carefully, surprised when the blond groaned in frustration.

"It's not like that, you idiot, ho-"

"Don't call me an idiot!" Kurt growled out, glancing down the hall when a painting suddenly rattled violently against the wall where it hung.

Jeremiah took a steady breath, trying to focus on the point at hand. He knew better than to piss off a Naturalist, having learned that lesson many years before. "Look, I'm not going to hurt your stupid friends, alright?" he grumbled, reaching up to run a hand through his hair. "Besides, that would be playing dirty, and that's not really my style."

"Really?" Kurt asked, shaking his head slightly.

"What?" Jeremiah snapped.

"Taking my phone and leading me outside so I could run off and get killed by hunters isn't considered 'playing dirty' to you?" Kurt asked, sighing when a strangled noise left the back of Jeremiah's throat.

"That was mistake, I shouldn't have...look, what I mean to say is...Fuck!" Jeremiah shouted before turning around and stomping down the hallway.

"What?" Kurt asked, sighing and shaking his head. "He's insane." he mumbled before turning towards the door.

"Not really."

"You have no idea what he's put me through since I've been here."

"I catch on sooner than you think, plus your little explanation a few seconds ago just explained it further."

Kurt shook his head, hand resting on the door's doorknob. "He's still crazy, Pavarotti. You really expect me to trust what he says?"

"No, but I do believe in giving chances," Pavarotti said, wings fluttering slightly before he continued. "Jace was the first person he wanted to turn, and to have to watch someone else take the person he loved and wanted so much from him tore him up."

Kurt's face fell slightly as he thought. Jeremiah did seem pretty attached to whoever this Jace person was. It still didn't change the fact that one of his friends seemed to be in his sights though. "It must have been horrible for him, but I can't let him hurt Sam or any of my other friends just because he's angry that someone took the person he wanted."

"I really don't believe he is going to, Kurt."

Kurt sighed and closed his eyes as his mind raced. "Then what was with the creepy smile? I've never seen it on his face before. How do you know he's not lying?"

"I don't, but I do know Jeremiah would have done something to your friends by now if he really wanted to."

"Yeah sure, he's probably just waiting for when I let my guard down."

"Kurt, would you just listen to me?" Pavarotti asked, an angry twitter leaving him as he hopped across the fledgling's shoulder. "I think he does have interest in your friend Dan-"

"Sam!"

"Fine, Sam." Pavarotti corrected himself before moving on. "His interest has nothing to do with hurting him, quite the opposite, actually."

"What?" Kurt asked, eyebrows knitting together in confusion as he tried to make sense of what the bird was telling him.

"Oh lord, what have I gotten myself into?" Pavarotti mumbled before speaking again. "Think about it, if a vampire likes you...what do they offer?"

Kurt was silent as he mulled Pavarotti's words over in his head. He gasped, his head snapping up as realization dawned. "Wait, you really think that he wants to turn him?"

"Yes, I do." Pavarotti answered. "About time, too, I was beginning to worry that he would go insane."

"But Sam...he isn't even-"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, well, I don't think so..." Kurt paused for a moment.

"Perhaps you should ask."

"I can't just waltz up to him and ask if he's gay, Pavarotti!"

"Why?"

"Because it's rude! That's why!"

"Well, wouldn't you rather know and be able to warn him, or do you wish to display your manners like a good little boy and let your friend find out all on his own, just what Jeremiah wants?"

Kurt bit his bottom lip for a moment, really not wanting to agree with the bird, but what choice did he have? He was right, and if Sam was gay, then he needed to know that he possibly had a vampiric admirer. If he wasn't, then Kurt needed to figure out how to keep Jeremiah at bay.

Taking a calming breath, he slowly turned the knob on the door, walking in slowly. He still didn't exactly know how he was going to ask, but he knew he had to.

"I can't believe this," Blaine said as he paced back and forth across the floor. "Out of all the people on earth, he had to choose one of Kurt's friends!"

"Blaine, calm down." Wes said, holding up his hand when Blaine sent him an annoyed look. "Are you sure Jeremiah has this...interest in the blond?" he asked, sighing when David snickered beside him.

"Yes, I'm sure!" Blaine snapped. "It's the same look he had when we first saw Jace." he said, trailing off for a moment before shaking his head. "Of all the people!" he exclaimed, repeating his earlier words.

"I thought you would be happy about this?" David asked, not able to hold back the slight laugh that slipped out with his question.

"I have yet to find what is so funny about this whole situation," Blaine growled, giving his friend a dark look. "Don't think I didn't notice how 'sweet' you were being with Mercedes, either."

David's face fell slightly before he sighed. "I don't understand why this is such a big deal," he said quietly, holding up a finger when Blaine opened his mouth to retort. "If Jeremiah likes Sam the way you think, then why on earth would Kurt or his other human friends be in danger?"

"That's not it," Blaine said, rubbing his temples as he sat down on the leather chair that was positioned to face the other two. "What if Kurt doesn't want Jeremiah anywhere near Sam after what he has done?"

"I see your point," Wes spoke up, ignoring the sigh David gave. "Surely if you just explained how much it would help Jeremiah?"

"I'll have to, but it still doesn't mean he will like it." Blaine said with a shake of his head. "I don't even know if Sam would like Jeremiah the way Jeremiah likes him."

"With the way they were staring at each other before Kurt arrived, you still question that?"

"No, he's still caught on the whole 'if Kurt doesn't like it, woe is me,' phase." Wes said with a shake of his head. "Blaine, all you can do is be honest and tell Kurt what is going on. He probably already knows something is up."

David nodded along with Wes' words. "Yes, he's too smart not to notice anything."

Blaine sighed, reaching up to run his fingers through his gelled hair. He turned his attention back to David. "And you?" he asked.

"What?" David asked, gaze moving from Blaine to stare at the wall above his head.

"Don't 'what' me," Blaine growled, watching his friend closely. "You like Mercedes." he stated, tilting his head to the side when David sighed.

"Perhaps I do. She does remind me of Nancy." David said, rubbing his chin as he thought about Mercedes.

"David, no one can be Nancy, she died with-"

"Yes, I know. With the hunters," David snapped, effectively cutting Wes off. He sighed before looking back to Blaine. "You are one of my closest friends, Blaine. If you wish so, I will seek permission from Kurt before I get too close to Mercedes."

Blaine smiled and nodded. "I would like that, and I know Kurt will too." he said with a soft sigh. "One down, another to go, if he will even listen to anything I have to say," he said, shaking his head slightly before leaning back in his chair once again.

"This is crazy, why am I taking advice from a bird?" Kurt asked, glaring at the yellow bird that was perched on top of the couch.

"So it's weird to be taking advice from me, but hearing me in your thoughts is normal?" Pavarotti asked, flying up into the air and soaring towards the coffee table. He landed, tilting his feathery head back to look up at the Naturalist. "I really wish I could see your thought process, any chance you can write it out for me?"

Kurt had the sudden urge to squash the annoying bird but quickly took in a calming breath. "You are so irritating sometimes, you know that?"

"Been called worse, trust me."

"I can't believe you live here now, it's just so beautiful." Rachel said as she looked at a vase of roses that was sitting on a little stand by the entrance of the hallway. "I still don't understand why you haven't been calling us, do you not want us around anymore?"

"What? No, of course I do, I just-"

"That better not be the case, do you know how much we all worried about you?" Mercedes interrupted before crossing her arms. She glanced towards the kitchen where Sam was raiding the cabinets before looking back at her best friend. "Kurt Hummel always has his phone, what happened?"

Kurt licked his lips before glancing towards the kitchen when he heard a loud crackling bag, smiling slightly as he watched Sam stuff his mouth with the Doritos he had managed to find. He looked back to the girls who were watching him expectantly, ignoring Pavarotti when he flew past him to the kitchen.

"Well, I lost it." he lied, knowing the last thing he needed was for his human friends to worry about Jeremiah, too. "How's Finn and Carole?" he asked hesitantly, smile falling when both girls frowned.

"They're still pretty torn up, and they miss you like crazy," Mercedes said, looking towards the kitchen when Sam began to talk about something, though to what she couldn't really tell.

"We all do, Kurt." Rachel said, stepping a bit closer to him. "I know you have a new life and everything, but couldn't you come see us sometimes?"

"It would help Finn at least, he just seems so lost." Mercedes finished after Rachel stopped talking.

Kurt felt his stomach drop and he sighed. "I can try, but-"

"Will Blaine not let you?" Mercedes asked in a irritated tone of voice. "I know he isn't making you do things you don't want, right?"

"No, it's just not safe in Lima. Apparently it's not a safe zone." Kurt said quickly, looking over his shoulder when Sam called out his name.

"Is it okay if your bird eats these?" Sam asked, looking down to the island where Pavarotti was munching on the chips he had pulled out.

"Yeah, its fine." Kurt said. "It's his business if he wants to get fat." He held in a laugh when Pavarotti suddenly stopped, the chip in his beak quickly falling back into the little pile Sam had scooped up for him.

"Why did you have to suck all the fun out of it?"

"Welcome to my world."

Kurt glanced back to the girls when Rachel's phone started to ring. She pulled it from her purse, face paling when she read the name that was scrolling across the top of the screen. "Private?" he asked.

"What a coincidence, don't you need to have a private talk with blondie?"

"Pavarotti, I swear, one day I will-"

"Yeah, actually it's for me and Mercedes, mind if we step out into the hall?" Rachel asked hopefully.

"Sure, just leave the door open. You can walk a bit away from it, I just don't trust the other..." he trailed off for a moment. "Creatures here yet." he said with a nod. He smiled towards them before they left, leaving the door open like he had asked.

"Well at least you are actually going to take my advice..."

"Shut up." Kurt answered as he walked into the kitchen. He stood on the other side of the island, watching as Sam stuffed more chips into his mouth. When Sam looked at him, he smiled, nervously biting the inside of his cheek as he tried to think of a way to ask his question.

"Are you sure you're alright here, Kurt?" Sam asked, wiping his mouth on the back of his jacket sleeve. "If something is up, you can tell us, dude."

"No, I'm fine." he assured his friend, mentally panicking on what words to use. "What do I say?"

"Geez, just ask him. The worst he can do is give you a horrified look and tell you no."

"What if he really hates what I ask him and he leaves just like that before I can warn him?"

"He's your friend, right?"

"Well, yes, bu-"

"That's what friends do, they listen. Stop being such a chicken and ask already."

"Aren't you more related to a chicken than I am?"

"This is going to be a love-hate relationship, isn't it?"

"Kurt?"

Kurt's attention turned back to Sam and he smiled at the worried expression that flitted across the blond's face. "I'm fine, really," he reassured him once again. "I just need to ask you kind of a...personal question."

Sam blinked before he put down the bag of chips he was holding. "Okay." he said simply, watching his friend closely. "Are you sure Blaine isn't being mean or something?" he pressed, brow furrowing when Kurt let out a frustrated sigh.

"No, Sam, I'm fine, just-are you gay?" he said quickly, closing his eyes when silence met his ears. He heard the other's heartbeat pick up and the loud swallow that followed afterwards.

"What?" Sam asked confusedly, looking away from Kurt's face quickly.

Kurt took in a deep breath, mentally chiding himself for speaking so fast. "I asked if you were gay." he said, slower and more articulate this time. He opened his eyes again when Sam's heart beat began to accelerate. "Sam...?" he asked, watching his friend's head dip down.

"If I said yes, would you lay off on the hair coloring?"

"Puckerman, I still don't understand what's going on with our boy." Mercedes hissed into Rachel's phone as their mohawked friend sighed in return.

.:"Look, as long as he is inside that school, he's fine.":.

"What's going on, Puck?" Rachel demanded. "You've been acting strange ever since we told you Kurt told us he had turned." she said, glancing at Mercedes when the girl gave her innocent phone a harsh look.

"Don't tell me you don't like him now just because he's a vampire?" Mercedes snapped, her anger getting the best of her. Rachel quickly shushed her before turning her head back to the phone.

.: "You guys know me better than that!":.

"Then what the heck is going on?" Mercedes asked, staring at the phone as she and Rachel waited for his answer.

.: "Just because I don't mind what Kurt is, doesn't mean that everyone else doesn't.":.

Rachel shook her head when the other line went dead. "What did he mean by that?" she asked, putting her phone back in her purse before glancing at the other girl.

"I don't know, do you think we should tell someone?" Mercedes asked. "Maybe Blaine or something?"

"Don't you think Kurt should hear it first? It's kind of about him." Rachel pointed out.

"I guess you're right..."