That fantasy quickly went up in smoke when he noticed the back of his throat felt like sandpaper rubbing together when he swallowed. He let out a small groan when he felt the top set of his teeth begin to throb. Fingers were suddenly running through his hair, causing him to scowl. Where did Blaine get off thinking that he could mess with his hair? He tried to speak but all that came out was an awkward squeak. What had he done with Blaine last night to get this reaction form his body?…his dad was going to kill him when he finally got home-

But his dad couldn't, could he? Slowly his head unclouded and he began to remember everything that had happened the previous day, or was it days? He opened his eyes slowly, blinking a few times when he was met with bright, very intense hazel. He now noticed their faces were so close together that the ends of their noses were touching slightly. He opened his mouth to try and ask how long he had been out but a finger gently pressed against his lips before he could speak.

"Don't try to talk, Kurt." Blaine whispered softly, tilting his head to kiss the bridge of the others nose. "It will only aggravate your throat." He continued, running his fingertips across Kurt's jaw then down his throat. "You must be hungry." he said softly, smiling when the countertenor grimaced slightly. He gave the fledgling's lips a few kisses before untangling himself and sitting up against the headboard of the bed. Very slowly and very gently he pulled Kurt up between his legs to rest against his chest, wrapping one arm around the small waist before biting into his wrist. He was looking forward to when he could teach Kurt more intimate ways to feed, but for now he didn't want to freak his newly turned fledgling so he stuck to what he had already shown him.

Kurt stared up at Blaine's face, as if he were seeing it for the first time. The man truly was beautiful. Lightly tanned skin, strong jaw and bright hazel eyes stood out. The black curly mop on top of his head was amazing to look at. It was like he could see each strand of hair twisting to make a curl. He had never noticed the different specks of gold within the vampires hazel eyes before either. Each fleck seemed to be a different color that stood out from the rest of the green and brown.

The smell of something sweet pulled Kurt from his trance and he glanced at the wrist that was held before him. He knew what he had to do, but the dark red color dripping from the open wound caused him to stare. He had never seen such a deep shade of that color before and he found himself watching drops of blood roll down Blaine's bicep.

"Kurt, drink." Blaine whispered, gently pushing his dripping wrist to Kurt's slightly parted lips, smiling when the teen gasped at the taste before latching on. He couldn't stop the loud moan from slipping his lips once Kurt began to suck.

It tasted so sweet and was so warm! Kurt heard himself growl and could feel blood spilling down his throat and chest but he could care less. His belly was warm and was beginning to feel full about twenty minutes later, but he didn't want to stop, it just tasted so good. So when Blaine finally pulled his wrist away, a loud undignified whine left him, causing him to blush and look away as the older vampire chuckled. He felt kisses being pressed against the side of his neck and smiled as the arm around his waist tightened slightly.

"You did very well for your first time." Blaine said softly, kissing behind Kurt's ear, loving the way the fledgling shivered at the touch.

"So spilling half of your blood all over me is a good thing?" Kurt asked with a raised brow, thankful the blood had smoothed away the sandpaper feeling in his throat.

"At least you got half of it in your mouth." Blaine amended before reaching over and pressing kisses all over Kurt's pale face. He grinned when the teen huffed in annoyance.

"Blaine, stop." Kurt growled, blinking when he heard the loud noise. "Did I just…growl?" He asked, reaching up and touching his throat which he regretted when blood coated his fingertips.

"You'll make a lot of new noises, Kurt." Blaine explained, pulling Kurt's hand away from his delicate neck before licking the fingers clean.

Kurt felt his cheeks heat even more as Blaine's tongue swirled around his fingers. After a moment he snapped out of his daze and pulled his hand back. He tried to scowl but found himself smiling when Blaine nuzzled the side of his throat. "Blaine!" Kurt scolded when he felt the older vampire's warm tongue lapping up the spilt blood coating his neck. "Isn't this what the shower was invented for?" Kurt mumbled, reaching up and running his fingers through Blaine's messy curls.

"Possibly." Blaine replied softly, returning to his work. He squeezed the fledgling closer when he heard the first purr come from the other.

"No way." Kurt said in shock, shaking his head. "Do not tell me that I purr, Blaine, please." he begged softly, still hearing the soft rumbling within his chest.

"Sorry baby, but you do." Blaine said with a soft laugh. He watched the different emotions cross the pale face.

"Can you purr?" Kurt asked, looking up into hazel eyes, almost getting sucked into the colors again.

"I used to, all fledglings purr." Blaine explained, holding Kurt down when he jumped at the sudden ringing of the cell phone on the nightstand. "Its okay, its only my phone." He whispered gently, reaching over and silencing the ring since he knew it was hurting Kurt's sensitive ears.

Kurt rubbed at his ears with a frown. "Why was your volume up that high, can't you hear it when its on the lowest setting?" Kurt asked, smiling when Blaine moved his hands to kiss the inside of one of his ears.

"That was the lowest, and it hurt because you aren't used to your new hearing yet." Blaine explained, pushing the bangs from the glasz colored eyes he loved so much. He smiled when Kurt began to purr again and nuzzled the shoulder closest to him. "You are doing very well." He whispered.

"Hmm?" Kurt asked with half lidded eyes, enjoying how warm Blaine's hands were as they rested against his skin.

"Most newborns have a tendency to freak out a bit when they first wake up." Blaine explained, running his nose through the messy locks of chestnut colored hair on the side of Kurt's head.

"Blaine, when have I ever been like most people?" Kurt asked with a smirk. "You should of known something would be wrong when you did this." He added softly, tilting his head to the side. "Just out of curiosity, what did you expect me to do?

Blaine grinned and nipped at Kurt's neck before he answered. "Well its different from person to person, but most of the time they are either too scared or too excited. You are very mellow at the moment, but then again it could be the calm before the storm."

"You think I'm going to have an emotional breakdown?" Kurt asked in surprise, shivering as he felt Blaine's fangs skim across his shoulder.

"With all that has happened in the past few days and how easily your body accepted the change, yes." Blaine stated, frowning when Kurt began to pull away from him. He let the fledgling move a bit from him before pulling him back to his chest. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Considering I have blood all over me, I thought it was pretty obvious." Kurt replied in a frustrated tone, aggravated that Blaine wouldn't let him go. "Blaine…I need a shower." He said, pushing against the arms wrapped around him.

Blaine reluctantly let go, smiling as Kurt stumbled on his legs when he stood from the bed. "Careful, your equilibrium may be out of whack."

"Now you tell me?" Kurt snapped as he leaned against a wall. He wiggled his toes in the carpet beneath him, wondering why he never noticed how soft it had been before. "Were you going to tell me water could cause me to melt after my shower?"

"I see your attitude is still as strong as ever." Blaine replied, grinning at Kurt as he stood. He walked over to the teen, gently grabbing his slender hips to pull him away from the wall.

Kurt quickly placed his hands on Blaine's shoulders to steady himself when the older vampire pulled him upright. "If you have to carry me everywhere for the rest of eternity, I'm seriously disappointed." He said, a small laugh escaping his lips when Blaine ran his fingers against his sides.

"As much as I would love to do that, you are too stubborn and wouldn't let me, even if you had to crawl around on the floor." Blaine said, slowly removing his hands and stepping back to let Kurt balance on his own.

Kurt wobbled a little but he soon got used to his legs again as he walked towards the door. "I might take you up on the offer when I'm wearing white shoes, it's a bitch trying to get out grass stains." he replied. He glanced to the wall to the left and noticed something…odd. The light switch wasn't flipped up which really confused him. How could the light be on when the switch was flipped off? He stopped in the middle of the room and looked up, blinking as he noticed the light bulb wasn't shining.

Blaine watched with an amused expression as Kurt looked up to the ceiling. "Surprised?" He asked, walking up behind the fledgling and wrapping his arms around him.

"I can't believe I didn't notice the light wasn't on…" Kurt whispered in awe, looking around the room as he leaned against Blaine.

"We are meant to be nocturnal creatures, Kurt." Blaine began, grabbing Kurt's hand and pulling him towards the door. "Back in the day, we used the night as a weapon against humans." He continued.

"Because humans can't see like this…" Kurt replied, ignoring the soft chuckle from the older vampire in favor of looking around the room, noticing he could see everything clearly.

"Correct." Blaine murmured, stopping right at the door. "Come here." He said, letting go of his hands and opening his arms for the teen.

Kurt eyed Blaine for a moment but did as he was told, trusting the man. He was a little confused when he felt a large hand push against the back of his head, causing his face to press in the side of Blaine's neck. He sighed, trying to move but an arm wound tightly around his waist, keeping him still. "Blaine!" Kurt snapped, still struggling. "I still want a shower." He muttered, not wanting to admit that their naked chests pressed together was stirring something to life down below.

"I know, calm down and let me do something." Blaine said patiently. He felt Kurt relax in his hold and grinned as a loud purr started.

"Stop grinning Blaine, I know you are. How do I stop this?" Kurt asked quickly, hating the fact that the annoying sound wouldn't stop.

"You can't, not until you grow out of it years from now." He chuckled as he heard Kurt groan in return. "Now, I'm about to turn on the light and I want you to keep your eyes closed until I say so." Blaine said quietly, reaching for the light switch.

"Really, Blaine?" Kurt huffed, though he didn't move. "Is it really so hard to flip a light switch?"

"Kurt, just listen to me and do what I tell you unless you want to experience something painful." Blaine said quietly. He felt the little nod against his throat before he flipped the switch.

Kurt heard the distinctive click of the switch but his world remained dark with his eyes closed and pressed against Blaine's warm skin. He smiled as he felt strong fingers rub against the back of his neck.

"Keep your eyes closed when I lift your head." Blaine instructed before pushing the thin body away from him, gently guiding Kurt's head away from his neck. He smiled when the teen made a face.

Kurt was a little surprised when his eyes stung slightly. All he could see was the dark color of his eyelids as he stood there. "Why does it sting?"

"It's artificial light, you'll get used to it." Blaine said before placing a kiss on Kurt's lips.

"How much more do I have to get used to?" Kurt asked, crossing his arms over his chest and jutting his hip to the left slightly.

Adorable was the only word Blaine could use to describe Kurt's little stance at the moment. He smiled, resisting the strong urge to take the countertenor in his arms and squeeze him. "A lot." He replied, not able to hold his laugh back when Kurt huffed and threw his hands up in frustration.

"Can I open my eyes now?" Kurt asked impatiently. The dried blood against his skin was beginning to itch and he really just wanted a shower. At least in there he would have a bit of time to himself to think.

"Does it still sting?" Blaine asked, watching Kurt's face closely.

"No."

"Then open them very slowly, the light will burn but after a few minutes they should be back to normal." Blaine explained quietly, reaching out and taking Kurt's hand in his.

Kurt opened his eyes as instructed, hissing in alarm when his eyes began to burn. The hand around his squeezed gently, calming him as he blinked rapidly trying to get used to the light. True to Blaine's word, the burning stopped soon enough and Kurt was able to keep his eyes open. "Wow.." Kurt whispered, looking over the room again as the light shined.

Everything looked different. Colors changed to different hues and different things drew his attention as they seemed to announce themselves in the light. A painting on the wall drew him in with all the different colors. He could see each stroke the painter had applied and tiny brush hairs that stuck within the paint itself when it was applied. "Blaine…" he whispered, squeezing the older vampires hand.

"I know." Blaine replied softly, squeezing his hand back. "Shower?" he asked with a slight grin. When Kurt gave a small nod he began to pull him from the room. He knew everything was beginning to overwhelm Kurt and had a few qualms about letting the fledgling shower at the moment, but he knew he couldn't persuade him not to. He had to constantly tug Kurt along since he wanted to stop and stare at everything with his new vision. He normally would of let him, but he knew he needed to head out of Lima as soon as possible.

Vampires may be accepted by most humans in this day and age, but some didn't. Some hunted vampires and their fledglings for a living, seeing it as sport. He knew logically he couldn't get caught by them, he was far too old and skilled to slip up, but Kurt would be a different story. He was a young fledgling, experiencing his first steps into the undead world. He was distracted and enthralled by the new beauty of things he had never seen before. Blaine could protect him of course, but fledglings were unpredictable. Some behaved, others challenged the rules and their creators at first and he had a pretty good hunch that Kurt's stubborn attitude would shine through once the fledgling wanted to explore the outside world. Lima wasn't a safe zone, and he doubted it ever would be. Newborns were constantly hunted and killed in the city with no remorse.

Once they reached the bathroom Blaine opened the door and flipped the light on. "Baby." Blaine said gently, placing his fingers underneath Kurt's chin and turning his head to look into his face. "I know all this is a lot to take in, but try and hurry with your shower okay?" He asked, pressing his lips to Kurt's forehead.

Kurt nodded against the lips before stepping closer to Blaine and wrapping his arms around him. "You'll be here when I get out right?" He asked through a whisper. "This isn't another one of the dreams I have constantly and I'll wake up right before we start having shower sex?" his cheeks heated as he said it, but he had to make sure that this really wasn't a dream his overactive mind had created.

Blaine smirked, rolling his tongue over his fangs as he thought. "Shower sex?" He asked, laughing when Kurt pulled away and smacked his arm.

"Of course that's the only thing you hear!" Kurt exclaimed.

Blaine smiled, pulling Kurt back to his chest and nuzzling his neck. "Of course I will be here, this isn't a dream." He whispered in Kurt's ear. "But, if you want to have shower sex, please don't let me stop you." He grinned when another smack was given to his arm.

Kurt quickly walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him and locking the little lock on the door handle, not that it would matter. He had seen Blaine tear car doors off before so he doubted that a little lock would deter him for long. "Pervert!" He called out before walking further into the bathroom, trying to ignore how amazing the clean tiles on the floor looked as the light reflected off of them.

Rolling his eyes at the dark chuckle from behind the closed door, Kurt stepped up to the sink. He scowled when he noticed his wild looking hair. He had fallen asleep with it wet, but he had a suspicion that Blaine had been playing with his hair through the night with the way it stuck out all over the place. He moved his eyes from his hair and looked over his face, noticing he hadn't really changed. His face was still as pale as before and he sent a silent thank you to whatever was listening that he hadn't gotten worse. He would of hated to look like an albino for the rest of eternity. He noticed that the few acne areas he had been struggling with for a few days were cleared up and when he reached up to run his hands across his face he realized how soft his skin was. Familiar colored eyes stared back at him, though they did seem to glow slightly. He shook his head thinking it was just his imagination before stripping and stepping into the walk in shower.

Turning the knobs was way easier than normal. Usually he had to get Blaine to do it for him. Something about the apartment complex that irritated him was that it was supposedly fledgling proof, meaning everything was harder to break or damage. He didn't really understand why, he hadn't felt the need to go trashing things and ripping doors off hinges. Maybe it was the whole mellow thing Blaine had been talking about earlier.

Kurt couldn't stop the loud giggle that bubbled forth when the cold water hit his skin. It was an odd sensation to feel the water dance across his skin like it was. He quickly turned the hot water on and sighed into the warmer temperature. After standing for a few moments just to let his muscles relax he reached for his shampoo. As he began to message his scalp with the strawberry smelling substance he began to think. He had no mother…no father. Carole and Finn were going to go on with their lives and die while he just stayed frozen in his seventeen-year-old body.

It hit him then. He was going to be like this forever and nothing would ever change with him. But his friends…they were all going to die without him like his parents had. Tears began to roll down his cheeks as he thought of having to attend their funerals in the future. Was it really a smart move to choose this in the end? Did he even have a choice in the first place? Was it possible Blaine would have turned him without his consent anyways? He had read about it in school so it was a good possibility. Small sniffles escaped him as tilted his head back under the spray of water to rinse the shampoo from his hair. His hands trembled as he reached for his conditioner and he sighed, leaning against the wall of the shower after he had grabbed the bottle. Soft sobs escaped him as he rubbed the creamy stuff in.

What would happen now that all this had happened? Who would take over the garage where his father had worked almost all his life. How would he tell his friends what he was without them somehow turning the blame on Blaine? How had his life gotten so screwed up in the first place?

Blaine was leaning against the door, clearly hearing the soft sobs from the fledgling even through the water running. As much as he wanted to kick the door down and walk in the shower to comfort Kurt, he knew he couldn't. Part of the process of the change was coming to terms with what you had left behind in the living world. A particularly loud whimper pulled at his dead heart. Deciding he better leave before he tore the door down anyways he went back to the bedroom to pack for the trip to Dalton.

He pulled out a few luggage bags from the large closet and began to stuff things from around the apartment into them. He knew they wouldn't be back in Lima until Kurt was a little older, it was too much of a risk here. It had been almost humorous when he had found the apartment complex here. It may have been fledgling proof like all other vampire hotels, apartments, and homes, but he knew no fledgling actually lived here. Only older vampires who had just separated themselves from their creators or others who were looking for a new human to turn lived in these.

Blaine walked into the closet again to pull out a pair of skinny jeans and a fresh t-shirt for Kurt, grabbing a pair of jeans and a button up plaid shirt for himself in the process . He knew the teen probably wouldn't like his choice, but they didn't have time to squabble about it. He walked over to the laundry hamper and pulled out Kurt's phone from the inside of the slacks he had worn yesterday. He turned it on and wasn't surprised when the phone began to vibrate violently in his hand. He wasn't going to invade Kurt's privacy so he placed the phone on top of the clothes he had laid out for him instead of reading the texts or listening to his voicemail.

Kurt scowled at himself in the foggy mirror. His eyes were a little red and puffy from crying. Why couldn't being a vampire mean you couldn't cry? Oh well, at least he didn't cry blood or something, that would be gross. He picked up his tooth brush, vaguely wondering if vampires even needed to brush his their teeth. Remembering Blaine brushing his teeth many times before he shrugged his shoulders and began to scrub at his teeth with the minty toothpaste. He blinked in surprise when he noticed his canines. Weren't they supposed to be a little longer and pointer like Blaine's were?

Quickly rinsing his mouth out with a handful of water he opened his mouth to poke at the teeth in question. They looked just like they had before the change. He knew for certain that Blaine had typical vampire teeth. Was he a deformed vampire? Figures he would be a fail of a vampire. He poked the bottom of his left canine and gasped as it broke through the skin on his finger. So they were sharp! Maybe he wasn't as deformed as he thought then.

Making sure the towel was securely wrapped around his hips he unlocked the door and walked out, growling when the cold air hit his wet skin. Trying to ignore all the pretty colors as he walked throughout the apartment was hard. He had stopped and stared for a few minutes at a fake plant, but soon snapped out of it when he heard Blaine humming from the bedroom. He smiled and followed the beautiful noise into the room, looking over Blaine's outfit as the vampire stuffed more things into a bag. He tilted his head, watching Blaine's but when the vampire bent down, the tight skinny jeans not leaving much to the imagination.

Blaine knew when Kurt had left the bathroom and purposely left him alone when he entered the room to give him a little breathing room. He didn't want the fledgling feeling smothered. He smiled as he heard Kurt walk up behind him and stopped moving once the teen wrapped his long arms around him. "Kurt?" He asked softly, placing his large hands over Kurt's smaller ones.

"I like your jeans." Kurt replied, kissing the back of Blaine's neck before stepping back and walking to the other side of the bed. He scowled at the clothes laid out before him. "Really, skinny jeans and a graphic tee?" He deadpanned, looking up at Blaine's amused expression.

"You didn't have anything else over here, baby." Blaine explained, getting back to packing. "We need to leave within the next thirty minutes, do you think you can be ready by then?" He asked as he zipped up a bag.

Kurt sighed, poking at his phone on top of his pile of clothes. "I think so, if my hair cooperates." He said, looking at Blaine pointedly.

Blaine took the packed bags in his arms and walked over to Kurt, pecking his lips. "Thirty minutes, Kurt." He restated before leaving and closing the door with his foot.

Kurt sighed and pulled off the towel from his waist, pulling on his boxers and jeans quickly. Next he pulled the shirt over his head before walking to the little vanity in the room. He sat down on the padded bench seat and sighed at his reflection. "What have you gotten yourself in to?" He whispered to his reflection before reaching for his blow-dryer.

Blaine was surprised when Kurt came out of the bedroom with ten minutes to spare, his hair perfectly styled of course. The look on the beautiful face quickly had him on alert. "Kurt?" He whispered, standing up from the couch and walking towards the fledgling.

Kurt looked at Blaine with wide, panicked eyes. "Blaine…I don't know what to do…" He whispered, walking into Blaine's open arms, snuggling against his warmth as strong arms wrapped around him. "Everyone was so worried and left so many messages…" Kurt began with a shaky breath. "What if they hate me now? What do I tell them? What about Dad's shop? What about all my stuff in the new house? What if Carole can't pay off the new house on her own? Where will she and Finn stay? Wha-" He was silenced by a pair of lips on his, a bit of blood slipping between his lips made him moan, calming him as the familiar taste filled his mouth.

Blaine pulled back, licking his cut lip as it healed. He watched Kurt blink slowly, his tongue darting out to lick the spilt blood staining his lips. "Kurt." Blaine whispered to get the fledglings attention. He smiled when Kurt finally looked up at him, eyes less panicked and calmer than before. "Do you really think I had none of this planned out?" He asked, taking one of Kurt's smaller hand in his and leading him to the couch. "We need to talk before we go."

Kurt followed numbly. He could hear Blaine clearly and understood everything. Something about the blood made him feel…different. It was like what ADHD kids took to chill out. He sat down in Blaine's lap when he was pulled to do so without complaint and rested his head against the others shoulder, a loud purr coming from him.

Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt, pressing kisses against his forehead. "When I first met you I started a few accountants for this purpose." He began, rubbing small circles into Kurt's back. "Last night I managed to get the shop and the new house that Burt bought put into my name." He explained. "Nothing will happen to Carole's house, It'll be paid off by the end of the week and trasnferred into your name."

Kurt blinked. "Why my name?" Kurt asked, confused on why Blaine would even do that.

Blaine paused not sure if he should point this out now. He decided sooner rather than later would be better. "Carole and Finn will eventually die, Kurt." He whispered softly, feeling the fledgling tense against him. "With the house in your name you can take it when you want it, or make sure who ever lives there has no worries about expenses in the future." Blaine kissed the top of Kurt's forehead again, trying to keep him calm.

Kurt thought quickly. He knew Carole and Finn would die someday, but if the house was in his name that meant that Finn could use it, and Finn's kids could use it one day too. The thought made him smile a little. He nodded against Blaine's shoulder for him to continue.

"The shop will be in your name in a few years. It's in mine for now and I have a separate accountant set aside where the profits will be stored for your future use." Blaine stated, feeling another nod against his shoulder. "As for your things, I've had someone go by and gather everything up so it should be in our rooms at Dalton."

"Rooms?" Kurt asked, rubbing his nose against Blaine's neck, resting the urge to lick.

"We have a suite at Dalton, you'll understand once you see if for yourself." Blaine explained, smiling as he felt Kurt snuggle closer to him. "As for your friends, I believe simple phone calls will do, we can't stay in Lima any longer."

Kurt pulled back and nodded at Blaine. "Do you think…they will hate me now?" he asked, reaching up and running his fingers through the soft curls on top of Blaine's head.

Blaine thought before he spoke. He closed his eyes as he felt Kurt's fingers pull at his hair gently. "If they are real friends, they won't hate you. I've already called and explained it to Finn and Carole and they both seemed genuinely happy for you." He said, smiling when a sigh of relief left the other's lips. Blaine glanced down at his watch and sighed, getting up and setting Kurt upright on his feet. "We better get going."

"Blaine, I think I'm deformed." Kurt said quickly, looking away with flush cheeks.

Blaine turned around and looked over Kurt. What on earth could the beautiful boy be talking about. "What?" He asked.

"My, um…fangs, they aren't as long as your's." Kurt said, smiling nervously. "But they are really sharp!" he added quickly, hoping Blaine wouldn't make too much fun of him.

Blaine held back a loud laugh and took the teen's chin in his hand. "Open up." he said, smiling when Kurt did. He looked at the canines and grinned, leaning forward and running his tongue over them. He pulled back when Kurt moaned softly. "They seem fine to me, extra sensitive it seems." he said watching as Kurt shivered from the touch.

"But they are shorter than yours." Kurt pointed out, reaching up and pulling Blaine's chin down to look at the longer fangs. He looked into Blaine's eyes as he laughed.

"Kurt, your fangs are still growing, why do you think your top set of teeth hurt from time to time?" He asked, shaking his head before picking up the luggage next to the door.

"I have to grow into them?" Kurt asked surprised, taking a bag from Blaine's hand to help him out. "So this whole fledgling thing is like going through a different kind puberty?"

Blaine couldn't hold back the loud laugh at the statement. "Pretty much."