-I Want to Win-

Blaine stood in front of the seated council, having resorted to a formal plea. Wes sat between David on his right and Thad on his left. The ancient vampire kept hand on his gavel, as always. Blaine thought it a little pretentious given they were only meeting with him. 

A week had passed since their win at Sectionals and while Blaine had been reprimanded mildly, he had been forgiven. The Warblers were happy and excited at the prospect of competing at Regionals and even Wes had to admit that he had possibly been overly cautious about avoiding notoriety. A win at Sectionals wasn’t likely to be noticed even in the show choir world. It wasn’t like the Warblers had never won; Wes had only implemented the ban in recent years with the rise of digital media. He was afraid someone might notice the lack of aging in the choir if they compared performances from year to year. They did most of their performing at charity fundraisers and private events rather than the official competition circuit.

Blaine had long since given up arguing that perhaps masquerading as teenagers attending an all boys’ school in a small town in Ohio wasn’t the best way to remain hidden. Wes wasn’t exactly rational when it came to his schools - the ancient vampire had founded and still owned both Dalton and Crawford Country Day and they were his pride and joy.

It wasn’t the trophy or even winning that motivated Blaine; it was an indefinable restlessness that had started when he met Kurt Hummel. Since the human had put the idea in his head, Blaine had wanted to go to New York. Of course, he was free to just go, but he had started to realize just how entrenched he had become in the Warbler way of life. He and Brittany had traveled constantly when they were younger, but since joining the Warblers, Blaine had hardly left their immediate territory. He kept telling himself that there was always time later, but having Nationals as an excuse seemed like the push he needed not just for himself but the entire family.

“Wes,” Blaine pleaded. “Think about it. The boys are bored and a trip to New York would be so exciting. Ten million humans live in New York. Think of the opportunities!”

“We can’t just waltz into another vampire’s territory unannounced.”

“So call her. I’m sure Isabel will be happy to have us. New York is a huge hub of activity and vampires come and go all the time. Our clan would hardly be noticed and it’s only a visit after all.”

“It would be nice,” David added. “Ohio is so boring.”

“I like boring,” Wes grumbled. “Boring is safe. Boring is orderly.”

“What do you think, Thad?” Blaine asked giving Thad a sly smile as he ghosted his palm over the older vampire’s hand. The gesture was subtle and light but it had the desired effect on Thad.

“I think we should do it. Wes, we’ve allowed the Warblers to win before, after all. Remember that time we went all the way to Nationals in Chicago?” Thad argued.

“That was different, that was before video cameras and YouTube,” Wes insisted making air quotes around the alien word. 

“No one is going to be digging through footage of show choirs from Ohio looking for vampires,” Blaine argued. What were the odds that anyone would closely scrutinize videos of the Warblers from year to year looking for signs of aging? It wasn't like he was suggesting they become permanent national champions or anything crazy like that.

Blaine didn’t bother to point out the irony of being so worried about the general discovery of vampires when the pop culture was saturated with love for them. There probably had never been a better time to be a vampire in all of history. Blaine smiled as he saw the cracks in Wes’ resolve.

“I’ll call Isabel and if she is amenable then I’ll allow the Warblers to compete fairly at the Regional competition,” Wes agreed carefully. 

Blaine bounced like a puppy at his success.

“I said if and you still have to win,” Wes reiterated sternly.

-Sex and the Modern Vampire-

As he walked down the elegant hall of Dalton, Blaine checked his phone for texts from Kurt. Still nothing. Blaine sighed and put his phone away. He was hurt and confused by Kurt’s cold shoulder. Blaine berated himself for being so concerned about the Slayer’s reaction. What was he thinking anyway - trying to be friends and more with a seventeen year old boy who had been called to kill his kind. If Kurt couldn’t even handle knowing he had a progeny, what future could they have? That wasn’t even close to the worst thing Kurt could find out about him.

Thad caught up with Blaine just as he put his phone away.

“That was a good speech, Blaine,” Thad said with a flirty smile. “I’m looking forward to going to New York.”

“We still have to have to win,” Blaine teased with a laugh.

 “With you as our lead, we can’t lose in a fair contest,” Thad assured him.

Blaine looked at Thad and remembered how many times Thad had supported him regardless of Blaine’s rejections. The fondness he had for the older vampire tugged at his heart and he felt guilty for all the times he had rejected his advances. Thad was always a true friend and despite the awkwardness that ensued after their misunderstanding about the nature of their relationship, he had always come to Blaine’s aid.

“Thanks for supporting me,” Blaine said softly, reaching out and touching Thad’s cheek.

“No problem,” Thad replied looking down. He looked back up with hopeful eyes, but didn’t move or ask for what Blaine could so clearly see he wanted. 

Blaine leaned in and kissed Thad gently. 

Thad was immediately, desperately kissing him back, moaning into Blaine’s mouth.  Blaine put his hands on Thad’s hips as he took control of the kiss, slowing it down and turning the kiss deep and dirty. He sucked gently on Thad’s lip until the older vampire accepted his pace. He pulled Thad closer to him and invaded his mouth with his tongue, kissing him slowly and thoroughly until he completely relaxed in Blaine’s arms.

Blaine pulled back and looked into Thad’s eyes as he softly said, “Do you want to take this to your room?” while resolutely shoving nagging thoughts of Kurt aside. He was just being a fool to pursue a human who couldn’t understand him or want him when he could have this sexy vampire who actually loved him for exactly who he was.

“Do you remember the time that I broke your bed?” Thad asked softly instead of answering the question. 

Blaine chuckled and said, “How could I forget?”

“No one else can take me as far as you can Blaine, that’s why I love you so much.”

“It’s just because I’m evil enough to ignore all of your begging and pleading,” Blaine teased. 

Blaine’s mind went back to the image of Thad, spread-eagled, secured to his bed with red and blue Dalton ties, bloody tears streaming from his eyes as he begged Blaine to stop because he just couldn’t take any more. It was a pretty picture that completely obscured the truth of the situation. Thad was more than twice as old as Blaine and mere strips of cloth couldn’t possibly hold him in place. He was very good at playing the role of being helpless but it was only a role. The scene had eventually ended when Thad broke the bed posts of Blaine’s bed in the throes of his passion.

“I want to talk,” Thad said mysteriously. 

“So that’s a ‘no’ on me coming to your room and fucking you into the mattress?” Blaine asked surprised that Thad wasn’t as eager to take him up on the offer as he had expected. Blaine didn’t know what to think of this sudden role reversal. He was afraid that he had rejected Thad one too many times and was about to lose his dear friend. On the other hand, Thad’s response to his kiss seemed completely genuine and the older vampire was being friendly, if mysterious.

Thad put his arm around Blaine’s waist and nodded his head in the direction of the hall. Blaine draped his arm over Thad’s shoulder and they walked down the hall together creating a picture of old friends just hanging out with nowhere to go and nothing in particular to do. Boys in Dalton uniforms streamed by them, completely unfazed by the public display of affection, as the pair of vampires made their way into an empty study room.

They settled on a leather couch in the seldom used room filled with old fashioned leather bound books and several tables. 

“Blaine, you don’t have to thank me with sex just for supporting you as a friend.You don’t have to use sex to buy my love - you already have that forever.”

“Is that what you think I am doing?” Blaine asked trying to sound insulted, but losing a little of his indignation due to the truth of the accusation.

Thad smiled and gave Blaine a gentle kiss before replying, “That’s what I know you were doing. So please don’t. Just be my friend, Blaine.  I may be utterly in love with you, but I am nearly five hundred years old and it isn’t the first time I’ve been in love and I hope it isn’t the last. I’ll get over being in love with you, but I have no intention of getting over being your friend. I’m not a fool; you use sex to get affection and attention and it works because you are amazing. It is difficult to turn you down.”

Blaine looked down and swallowed thickly before looking back up into Thad’s eyes.

“Is that really what you think of me? That I was just using you to get what I wanted? It isn’t true; I care about you, Thad.” 

Blaine searched his heart for the answer to the hard questions Thad’s words were raising. Why now? After so many rejections why did he want this now? The answer wasn't flattering and Blaine felt ashamed at his own selfishness. Thad was safe. He made Blaine feel loved with no danger to Blaine’s own heart. His growing feelings for the Slayer terrified him and he had sought the safety of his familiar friend rather than face danger of heartbreak.

“I know you care for me, Blaine. I didn’t mean it like that. If I thought for a second that you wanted to be with me - truly be with me, I would be all over you in a heartbeat. As it is…I still want to, but I can’t go back to being fuck buddies. It hurts too much. I know you care about me, Blaine. I’m not accusing you of being cold and heartless just…”  Thad’s kind words were like a knife in Blaine’s heart - a reminder that he didn’t really deserve to be loved. “I don’t know, you just don’t let people love you,” Thad continued almost as if reading Blaine’s thoughts.  “Just love you for who you are. I do and if you’ll let me, I can still be your friend without all the flirting and innuendo. Do you have any idea how much you do that? Or is it completely unconscious on your part?”

“I don’t know,” Blaine mumbled shamefully. “I never meant to hurt you; I just want…Oh, god, Thad, I have no idea what I want. I don’t know what I’m doing. Why am I so fucked up?”

“Come here,” Thad said coaxing Blaine into his arms. “How about a good cuddle? I still love you no matter how fucked up you are. I promise,” he murmured as Blaine settled into Thad with his back against the older vampire’s chest.

The pair stayed like that for a long time, still and not breathing, quiet in an eerie inhuman tableau. Thad threaded his fingers in Blaine’s and spoke after a long while. 

“I worry about you sometimes, Blaine.”

“Why? I’m fine,” Blaine insisted despite having admitted to not being fine just moments before.

“A vampire shouldn’t be alone,” Thad said thoughtfully.

“I’m not alone,” Blaine objected. “I have all of you.”

“It’s true that you’ve had sex with most of the Warblers,” Thad started.

“Only like half,” Blaine insisted.

“But haven’t you asked yourself why you have so much sex and never a lover?”

“Because I’m not any good at romance?” Blaine offered.

“You have intimacy issues, Blaine. I’m telling you this as a friend. Have you ever even been in love?”

“What is this, Dr. Phil?” Blaine scoffed. He so didn’t want to answer that question. 

“I don’t know who that is but I’m pretty sure you were mocking me with that comment,” Thad grumbled.

“If you are going to go all pop psych on me, then you deserve a little mocking,” Blaine teased.

“Fair enough,” Thad agreed. “I’m just saying, it’s fine that you and I aren’t meant for each other, but don’t close your heart completely. It hurts sometimes but it’s worth it.”

“I have Brittany and the Warblers. I don’t need more,” Blaine insisted trying to convince himself more than Thad.

“What’s that like? Having a progeny?” Thad asked wistfully.

“Frustrating. Confusing. She’s a pain in the ass and it isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”

Thad chuckled softly. 

“Thanks for trying to spare my feeling, but I’m going to try again anyway. We can’t all be so lucky to get our soul mate on the first try the way Nick did.”

“We don’t know that,” Blaine insisted. “No one knows what Jeff will be like eventually.”

“I’ll eat my own foot if they don’t end up disgustingly in love for all eternity,” Thad argued with a snort. He was quiet for a while before continuing seriously. “I thought after the last one I wouldn’t try again but I will.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” Blaine assured him. 

“Thanks for saying that but I have to wonder if there isn’t something wrong with me that I can’t seem to get it right. The ones that wouldn’t rise don’t bother me, but to have him just up and walk into to the sun one day…I just have to think I must have done it wrong. But I did everything!”

“No one knows the trick, Thad. They claim they do but it isn’t true. They claim staying in the grave with them is essential but I know for a fact that isn’t true.”

“I know. Dmitri didn’t even bother to bury the last one he turned. Just left the poor thing lying on the floor with some food chained nearby. How does he have twelve progeny and I have none?”

“Yeah, I heard about that,” Blaine admitted sadly.

“Oh god, Blaine stop it. You are sitting there feeling bad for the food aren’t you?”

Blaine snorted. 

“You claim to love me for who I am and that’s part of who I am, Thad,” Blaine teased back with a playful pout.

“I do,” Thad laughed. “That doesn’t mean I have to understand you. Or agree with your eccentric leanings. You feel guilty about everything. That’s just crazy, you know.”

Blaine laughed at the comfortable teasing. 

“Come on,” Thad said as he extricated himself from the younger vampire and stood. He extended his hand to Blaine who accepted it and allowed himself to be pulled to his feet.

“Have you eaten recently?” Thad asked as he linked arms with Blaine and headed toward the door.

“I’m not hungry,” Blaine insisted glumly. “I have plenty of bottled stuff in my suite if I have to eat.”

“Nonsense. That stuff tastes like crap,” Thad dismissed. “Let me buy you some takeout. There’s a new service and I’ve heard everyone on the menu is delicious. And don’t give me any of your excuses; they are all highly paid.”

“Fine,” Blaine agreed reluctantly.

-Girltalk-

“Rachel, your room looks like the place where Holly Hobby and Strawberry Shortcake hook up,” sniped Kurt between bites of the caramel swirl ice cream he was eating straight from the half gallon carton. He sat on a chair next to Rachel’s bed. Rachel was lounging in the bed, laptop in her lap, steadfastly typing, while Mercedes sat cross-legged next to her staring at Kurt with fascinated horror.

“Kurt,” Mercedes said with eyes wide as saucers, “I knew you have that super Slayer metabolism and all but should you really eat that much ice cream?”

“It’s necessary,” he answered with his mouth full of half melted ice cream before shoveling another spoonful in. “It is either this or go out and kill something and Mr. Shue ran out of stuff for me to kill this week.”

“Oh my god, Kurt. What happened to my sweet innocent Boo? When did you become so cold?” Mercedes asked. Her face was full of concern for the boy she saw disappearing before her eyes. 

“Just kidding,” Kurt answered dryly. “Mostly,” he admitted taking another bite of ice cream. “Not about the ice cream or running out of assignments, but I’m not some cold blooded killer, Cedes. It’s my job to save the world from creepy crawlies and I’m very good at it.” Kurt shrugged with resignation. “It isn’t what I imagined for myself, but there is a certain satisfaction in being able to let off some steam with a good slay. It’s my destiny,” he finished wryly.

Mercedes eyes widened with surprise and something akin to disgust, Kurt thought.

“What?” he said defensively. “It isn’t like I’m killing people. I’m practically a glorified exterminator these days. I haven’t even seen a vampire in ages. I’ve just been killing random non-sentient vermin, really. They are sort of like invasive species of the demon variety.”

“Invasive species?” Mercedes asked.

“Yeah, you know like rabbits in Australia,” Kurt clarified.

“Oh, you haven’t been killing any sweet little bunnies have you?,” Rachel asked looking up from her computer. “Finn likes to eat them when he’s all wolfy, but I’ve told him that he really must try harder to refrain. I could never be a werewolf. Vegan, you know,” she said proudly pointing to herself. 

Kurt felt a pang of utter alienation as he realized that neither of his friends really had a clue what his life was like. He sighed and went back to eating his ice cream with renewed vigor.

“Why are we here?” asked Mercedes after watching him take a few more bites.

“That’s a good question!” Rachel exclaimed and started typing furiously. “Why are we here? It’s an age old lament but still a good one,” she mused.

“I mean, specifically,” Mercedes corrected. “Right now, here in Rachel’s room watching Kurt shovel ice cream like there’s no tomorrow.” A look of horror crossed her face as a thought occurred to her. “It’s not the end times is it Kurt?” she exclaimed breathlessly.

“Not that I know of,” he shrugged carelessly. “I want to talk to you about something but you have to promise me that this is a safe place. Not judgments.”

“Kurt, we’re here for you,” Rachel said sitting up straight with a big smile. Kurt knew the expression well. It was Rachel I’m in a role and I can do it face. He reckoned it was the best he would get from her.

Mercedes looked more skeptical.

“Kurt, what do you want to talk to us about?”

“Promise me, Cedes,” he insisted.

“I promise I won’t judge you unless you’re being a complete idiot about something.”

Kurt sighed.

“It’s Blaine,” he started.

“Oh, no,” Mercedes interrupted shaking her head.

“Just listen, please. I don’t know what to do. I found out that he has a secret girlfriend and we had a fight about it.”

“He’s been cheating on you?” Rachel asked scandalized. 

“Wait, he isn’t even gay?” Mercedes added with a confused look. 

“For the last time, we aren’t dating.” Kurt sighed dramatically and put his ice cream down on the nightstand. “But I am in love with him and I don’t know what to do,” he admitted with a depressed expression. “I thought he told he told me he was single,” Kurt continued, the frown on his lips dragging his whole countenance into a look of tired resignation and defeat.

“Wait, I’m confused,” Mercedes said. “What about all the time you were spending together late at night? Are you saying nothing romantic was going on at all?”

“Oh, yeah, ‘cause nothing says romance like crawling through sewers covered with boggle slime. We were patrolling, Cedes. That’s all it ever was. If we seemed close…well it was just because of the life and death situations we kept getting into. Blaine is very handy in those. I was confused about our relationship before, but now I’m crystal clear. At first, I was mad at him for lying to me about being single, but then I tried to remember exactly what he said and you know, I’m not really sure he ever said that he wasn’t in a relationship.  Oh, and his girlfriend is vampire.”

“Kurt, this is fantastic,” Rachel exclaimed excitedly and started typing again. 

Mercedes and Kurt looked confused.

“Rachel, what are you typing?” Kurt exclaimed in frustration.

Rachel looked up and said excitedly, “Song ideas of course. You’re a slayer who fell for a vampire. You’re gay; he’s straight. And he has a vampire girlfriend. Kurt this is songwriting gold! Considerably better than that ‘why are we here’ thing you suggested, Mercedes. That has been completely overdone.”

“I’m trying to get a little support here Rachel. Please try to focus on someone other than yourself,” Kurt objected. “For the record, he isn’t straight. He told me vampires are something called pansexual.”

“That sounds kind of dirty,” Mercedes said with a scandalized expression.

“It means someone who is attracted to people without regard to gender,” said Rachel proudly. “Kurt, that doesn’t change the fact that he’s involved and way too old for you,” she said closing her laptop. “Don’t worry I’m going to fix everything,” she assured him confidently. “I’m going to ask my dads to set you up with an age appropriate date.”

“I don’t want to go on a blind date, Rachel. I want to fix things with Blaine. We were really getting along, I thought. I don’t want to lose his friendship,“ said Kurt before letting out a long winded sigh and continuing. “That’s really what I need help with. We had this fight at the Sectionals competition and we haven’t spoken since.”

“So what you’re saying is you want advice on how to be just friends with a guy you are absolutely in love with?” Mercedes asked. “Boo, I got loads of experience with that scenario.”

“Wait a minute,” Rachel asked as an idea just hit her. ‘How do you know he has a girlfriend?”

“I saw them together.”

“What did you see?” Rachel pressed. “Did you ask him about it?”

“Sort of. They were kissing but I didn’t focus specifically on the girlfriend part. I was fixated on the vampire part at the time.”

“What sort of kissing?” Rachel asked still trying to get more details from Kurt. “A little smooching?” she asked following up the question with little kissing noises, “or was there major tongue action,” she continued sticking her tongue out in an attempt to imitate a sexual kiss.

“Eww, Rachel, please refrain from ever doing that again. I guess, it was more like hugging than kissing. But it was clear they were close,” Kurt insisted. “And he sired her so that must mean he loves her.”

“Sired her? What does that mean?” Mercedes asked scrunching up her face. “Why does everything to do with vampires sound dirty?”

“Because you have a dirty mind,” Kurt snapped. “When a vampire turns a human into a vampire, they call that siring; the vampire who does it is the sire.”

“So, you don’t actually know if they are together,” Rachel said triumphantly with a nod. 

“Should I try to find out?” Kurt asked tilting his head thoughtfully. 

“Definitely,” Rachel said brightly.

“I guess I’m with Rachel on this one,” Mercedes grumbled with a sigh. “You should at least get the 411. If she turns out to be an ex or just a friend, you should still steer clear. But I know you won’t so you can cry on my shoulder when it goes bad.”

-Trust-

“…So you aren’t together any more?”

“We don’t live together, but Kurt the bond between sire and progeny can only be severed by death.”

Kurt tried to digest this news as the pair trudged through the snow. Kurt was bundled in his peacoat, scarf, and gloves. Blaine’s only concession to the cold was a long sleeved pullover instead of the usual t-shirt Kurt was used to seeing him wearing. It made Kurt shiver to see his bare hands in the cold but apparently the vampire was unaffected by the weather.

“What is your relationship, though?” Kurt asked trying to be subtle. Kurt had been trying to get a straight answer from Blaine since he had called the vampire and asked him to go patrolling with him. He had been heartened by how happy Blaine had seemed to be about hearing from Kurt. If Blaine resented the brush off Kurt had been giving him since the Sectional competition, he gave no indication. The evening was a bust as far as patrolling went but Kurt hadn’t really thought there was any demonic activity in the first place.

“A little strained at the moment,” Blaine admitted. “But that will pass.”

“So you turned her so you could be together forever. You were that in love with her?” Kurt asked trying to keep his voice neutral but not succeeding as well as he would have liked to. 

“In love? No, that wasn’t it at all. Oh,” Blaine said, realization finally dawning on him. “Have you been trying to ask if we are lovers? Why didn’t you just say that? No, Brittany and I have never been that to each other. She is more like a daughter to me.”

“Oh, I get it,” Kurt said with relief that he couldn’t manage to hide.

“Is that why you were upset with me? Are you jealous?” Blaine asking in a teasing tone.

“No,” Kurt said coldly. “It would be none of my business, would it? I was just upset that you didn’t tell me. It would be one thing if she lived in another state or even another city but I go to school with Brittany and you had every chance to tell me about her and didn’t.” 

Kurt couldn’t very well admit the real reason he had been so upset. He would have to admit that he was in love with Blaine. He just couldn’t admit that he really had thought Brittany was Blaine’s girlfriend and he had been insanely jealous.

“That’s the only reason?”

“Isn’t it enough?”

“Yes, you’re right, Kurt. I should have trusted you more. It’s just difficult for me to talk about,” Blaine answered guardedly. Kurt couldn’t read past Blaine’s carefully neutral expression.

“Why? I mean if she’s like your daughter then I don’t see why it is such a secret.”

“It’s not a secret. I just…,” he paused to take a deep breath and closed his eyes briefly.  Blaine searched for a reasonable reason because when he thought about it, he didn’t actually know. He had never consciously decided to keep Brittany’s relationship to him secret. It had been more of an instinctual thing. “I guess, I was protecting her,” Blaine finally admitted. “You are the Slayer and I couldn’t bear the thought of her being in danger from you.”

“You don’t trust me?” Kurt asked with a crestfallen face. “I invited you into my house.”

“I know,” Blaine apologized. “I know, you’ve saved my life and trusted me in so many ways. I have no excuse - I can only tell you what I think now. Honestly, I didn’t even think about why until you just asked me. A part of me just didn’t want to go there, I guess. Brittany’s safety is so important to me. I don’t think it is something you could understand.”

“You could have tried!” Kurt huffed. “Why does everyone think I’m some sort of cold blooded killer?” Kurt asked in a broken voice. “I’m not; I didn’t ask for this and I’m doing the best I can.”

“Kurt,” Blaine said placing a hand on Kurt’s shoulder. “Are we talking about the same thing?”

“Not really,” Kurt admitted. “I’m sorry…I’m just…I don’t know, Blaine. I don’t feel like I can count on many people these days and I thought you were one person I could count on.”

“You can,” Blaine assured him earnestly. “I swear, it had nothing to do with you personally. Brittany is so helpless and trusting - I just couldn’t take a chance.”

“What happened to that whole Darwinian spiel you gave me?”

“I don’t know. Maybe that’s just what everyone claims, but I just can’t seem to let her go. Maybe I’m an overprotective sire or maybe it’s because she is so…” damaged he wanted to say but he could bring that up. “Different,” he finished. 

“How can she be so innocent and helpless  if she is two hundred years old?”

 Blaine shrugged.  

“I don’t know. That’s just how she’s always been. She doesn’t see the world the same way as everyone else does.”

“But she can compel people. That’s how she got the judges to do what she wanted at Sectionals - right?”

“That’s right,” Blaine answered with a guarded expression.

“Mr Shue told me that was just a myth; that vampires can’t really hypnotize people.”

“It’s a rare gift.”

“So you can’t do it?”

“No, I can’t,” Blaine answered with a shy smile. 

“How would I know?” Kurt teased with a flirty look. He didn’t believe that Blaine could have compelled him without his knowledge.

“You just have to trust me,” Blaine said with a sly smile.

“Mr. Shue doesn’t think I should,” admitted Kurt with a sigh. 

“Do you, though? Do you forgive me, Kurt?” Blaine asked in a hopeful voice.

“Yeah, I really do,” Kurt allowed with a shy smile. “I haven’t told anyone at McKinley about Brittany if that is any indication. I should but I haven’t.”

“I don’t think we are going to run into to any vampires or demons out here,” Blaine commented looking around at the bleak landscape. “I think everything has gone into hibernation,” Blaine finished with a chuckle.

“I don’t really have any reason to be patrolling,” Kurt admitted. “I just wanted an excuse to talk to you. Maybe we should just call it a night.” Just as he said that light snow began drifting down from the sky. Blaine smiled at the sight of a snowflake landing on one of Kurt’s eyes lashes. 

“I’m freezing,” Kurt commented with a shiver. “How can you stand be dressed like that in this cold? Doesn’t cold bother vampires?”

“I wouldn’t say bother but we do prefer warmer temperatures. We usually keep it at about eighty degrees in the dorms.”

“You should wear gloves, at least,” Kurt commented as he took Blaine’s hand into his. “My god, you’re practically frozen.” Kurt brought Blaine’s hands up to his lips and began blowing hot breath on them. 

It was so good, Blaine had to bite back an embarrassing moan. He closed his eyes and smiled at the warming sensation in his hands. He was too caught up in the sensation to explain that he didn’t wear gloves because without body heat they didn’t do any good.

“That feels fantastic,” he said whispered with a sigh. 

“We should go somewhere warmer, then,” Kurt suggested between breaths, keeping Blaine’s ice cold hands between his. “How about the Lima Bean?” The vampire quickly suppressed his disappointment before Kurt had a chance to see it and gave the boy a charming smile.

“Sure, the Lima Bean would be great,” Blaine enthused. He reckoned the fragile trust that they had been building would need repair so he tried to stay positive about the lack of private time in Kurt’s bedroom. They had never done more than talk with occasional brief contact that might be considered cuddling by some definition. 

Kurt let go of Blaine’s hands and they began trudging in the direction of their cars. 

“Can you even drink coffee?” Kurt asked.

“No,” Blaine admitted. “I can’t consume anything but blood. I do love the smell of coffee though - and a hot cup in my hands would be really nice now.”