-Baby it’s Cold Outside-

Kurt walked down the near empty halls of Dalton, clutching his Marc Jacobs Slayer bag, reflexively jumping every time a boy in a Dalton uniform walked by. It was the first time that he had come to Dalton since the fateful day he had discovered that the Warblers were all vampires and he was a little skittish. He hadn’t tested the validity of the truce that was supposedly in place. 

He looked at the latest text from Blaine again. 

From Blaine:

Meet me in the West library. 

Kurt stopped a boy who he hoped wasn’t a vampire and asked for directions.

“You are almost there,” the boy told him with a bright helpful smile. “Just turn left at the end of the corridor and it is the second door on the right.”

He passed a mirror and stopped for one last vanity check. As Kurt touched up his hair and appraised his outfit choice, he tried to calm his nerves. Kurt hadn’t seen Blaine since they had spent hours talking at the Lima Bean the night Blaine had explained his relationship with Brittany to him. The butterflies in his stomach wouldn’t go away and he had tried no less than twelve outfits before he had settled on the one he was wearing. Kurt thought it was an elegant and understated fashion choice with his Dior grey knee length sweater and white collar dress shirt. He had given the look a dash of danger by wearing his vintage studded combat boots. Not his most daring look, but definitely presentable, he decided with a nod.

Kurt peeked into the room and saw Blaine sitting at a desk near the fireplace, reading a book. The vampire was dressed in his Dalton school uniform complete with blue blazer and red and blue striped tie. His hair was also in the now familiar over-gelled style which Kurt had come to recognize as Blaine’s Dalton look.

The room was hardly what Kurt would have termed a library; first there were no books. The walls were covered in a rich dark wood paneling and the fireplace had an antique brocade facade, currently decorated with Christmas garland. There were two leather couches and several chairs strategically placed around the room. It seemed more like a turn of the century parlor than anything belonging in a school. Kurt stood at the doorway and smiled at Blaine sitting peacefully, the corner of his mouth turning up adorably as he turned the page of his book.  Shaking himself out of his reverie, Kurt squared his shoulders and walked resolutely into the room.

“Blaine,” he called. “Stop studying; don’t they give you a Christmas break here?”

Blaine looked up and beamed at Kurt.

“Just reading,” he said. “We’re already on break. Most of the boys will be gone by tomorrow night. Besides, you know I don’t actually study.”

“I remember,” Kurt admitted with a nervous laugh. “Just teasing. Trying for a little humor, there,” Kurt said. “What are you reading?”

“Don’t judge me,” Blaine said tilting his head and giving Kurt a flirty look. He held up the book for the Kurt to see. 

“The Time Traveler’s Wife,” Kurt read. “Oh, how romantic. Why would I judge you?”

“I don’t know,” Blaine said. “Don’t you think it’s a little silly? An epic romance across time -love conquering all including the laws of physics?”

“No, not at all,” Kurt declared breathlessly. 

“Where are my manners,” Blaine said with a self deprecating smile. “Have seat,” he said gesturing vaguely toward the couch and several chairs. 

Kurt hesitated and eyed the seating arrangement before deciding on the chair closest to Blaine.

“So how have you been?” Blaine asked excitedly. 

“Fine,” Kurt admitted wearily. “It has been busy and stressful dealing with our new living arrangement. Did I mention my dad’s girlfriend and her son moved in with us?”

“Several times,” Blaine chuckled. “Family can be difficult,” he added sagely.

“Right, the Warblers are your family,” Kurt said.

“Well, they are sort of my immediate family, but there are more of us,” Blaine explained.

“So do vampires actually do stuff for Christmas?” Kurt asked curiously.

“You ask a lot of questions,” Blaine teased. “I’ve never met anyone who asked so many questions about vampires.”

“Don’t hang out with many humans, do you?” Kurt teased back.

“No, that’s true,” Blaine admitted shyly looking up at Kurt through thick lashes.

“So, the holiday season?” Kurt prompted.

“Yeah, actually we do. Not because of the holiday itself, but just because the human world sort of revolves around it. Especially here, since the school closes down and all the human boys go home. Many of the vampires go to see their extended family at the same time that human do. You know, sires, blood siblings, and family they might have left when they joined this one.”

“Blood siblings? What does that mean?” Kurt asked. 

“Anyone sired by the same vampire,” Blaine explained.

“Oh,” Kurt said thoughtfully. “My dad’s mother and sister sometimes come to visit for the holidays but not this year. Do you have any? Blood siblings that you go to visit?”

“No,” Blaine admitted sadly. “I’m sort of an orphan because my sire died when I was so young. I should have her entire bloodline as my extended family, but I’m on my own because I don’t even know anything about them or even if any of them are alive. I have at least one brother, but I’ve never met him and I have no idea how to find him. It’s not like vampires can look each other up in the phone book.”

“That’s so sad,” Kurt said reaching out and taking Blaine’s hand in his. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. I’m used to it,” Blaine insisted with a grateful smile.

They sat nervously making small talk for a while longer before Kurt gathered up the courage to broach the subject of his visit.

“So, I know we don’t know each other very well,” Kurt started nervously. “But I got you a present.”

“A present?” Blaine asked with a huge smile. His eyes were lit with excitement and he practically bounced with excitement. “You didn’t have to get me a present,” he said, his smile getting even broader. “But I got you one too!” he rushed out with barely contained enthusiasm.

“Oh,” Kurt said taken aback. “Well, what I got you…it isn’t much. It’s more of a found object,” he continued nervously. “I hope you like it ‘cause you can’t exchange it,” he joked trying to relieve some of his anxiety.

Blaine just stared at him expectantly like a huge puppy who had been promised a game of fetch. 

Kurt opened his bag and pull out the thin rectangular package, festively wrapped for the occasion. He handed it to Blaine and cringed at the way the he eagerly ripped off the carefully wrapped paper and tossed the bow to the ground. Lesson learned. Kurt sighed and rolled his eyes. Men.

Blaine’s whole face filled with awe when he saw the drawing. 

“Wow, Kurt, this is beautiful,” Blaine said,  his voice breaking a little with emotion.

 “Like I said it’s a found object,” Kurt explained. “I did matt it and frame it, though. So you like it?”

“It’s perfect,” Blaine said his voice thick with emotion. “I remember when this would have been drawn. It was when we lived in Paris. How on earth did you get this?”

“I found a sketch book. Did you know the artist?” Kurt asked pointing to the signature.

“Sort of,” Blaine said his eyebrows scrunched in an effort to remember. “He used to hang out at parties we attended. I had no idea that this even existed, though. I know he was always drawing but…oh, Kurt, this is so special to me. I don’t have any images of Brittany. This is so amazing. Thank you,” he practically whispered. He put the picture down and hugged Kurt tightly. “Thank you,” he whispered again.

“I’m glad you like,” Kurt admitted with relief. “It isn’t easy coming up with something for a vampire.”

“Oh, yours now!” Blaine exclaimed. “I was just going to call you to meet and give it to you when you texted me.”

The vampire got up and walked over to a table where there was a long thin box. Kurt’s eyes widened in surprise; he couldn’t imagine what it could be. The box was bright red and was more than two feet long and very thin. There was a simple red ribbon wrapped around it. 

Roses? That would be a strange Christmas gift.

Blaine handed it to Kurt, nearly quivering with excitement. 

Kurt pulled at the ribbon slowly drawing out the anticipation looking up at Blaine once to see the vampire looking back with a foolish hopeful grin on his face. Kurt took off the ribbon and began carefully winding it in to a roll to save when Blaine whined his name in frustration.

“Kurt! Just open it.”

Kurt took the top off of the box and set it on the floor.

“It’s a sword,” Kurt said flatly. “You gave me a sword,” he said, trying unsuccessfully to keep the disappointment out of his voice. He had no idea what he expected but this wasn’t it. Actually, he hadn’t expected anything from Blaine, to be fair, but somehow a sword was the last thing he would have guessed.

Kurt looked up from the sword to see Blaine’s face. He was crushed. The disappointment Kurt felt was nothing compared to the look on Blaine’s face. Guilt washed over Kurt as he felt like he had kicked a puppy. It was a gift and clearly Blaine had expected him to love it.

“It’s amazing, Blaine. In fact, it’s far too much. You must have spent a fortune on it. Thank you. It’s very…practical. Exactly what one would think a Slayer would need.”

“You don’t like it,” Blaine said sadly.

“No, that’s not true. I love it,” Kurt insisted with a forced smile.

“I should gone with jewelry. Right? You’re always wearing those amazing accessaries, but I know I don’t have the impeccable fashion eye that you do.”

“No, no, of course you shouldn’t have bought me anything, Blaine. I didn’t expect a gift at all and jewelry wouldn’t be appropriate. We hardly know each other. This is amazing, though. It’s beautiful,” Kurt said sincerely. Once he was over his shock, he could examined the fine detail of the sword with admiration. “It really is too much,” Kurt repeated. “It’s so elegant and...just beautiful,” he finished at a loss for words to properly describe the finely crafted weapon.

“It’s a katana,” Blaine explained warming under Kurt’s praise. “And not just any katana - this one was forged just for you.”

“Wow,” Kurt said looking at Blaine with wide eyes. “You had it made for me?”

“Yeah,” Blaine nodded. “See these runes on the blade? Those ensure its sharpness. It also has silver blended into the alloy. That isn’t easy to do, but it means it will be particularly effective against creature that are allergic to silver. See these runes here?” he said pointing to the hilt. “They make the sword yours once you touch it.”

“Isn’t it mine because you gave it to me?” Kurt asked.

“Technically, but it’s magic,” Blaine explained. “Once you touch it, the spell is activated and the sword can never be lost or stolen. If you misplace it, it will come back to you.”

“Wow, that’s amazing. How did you do that?” Kurt asked overwhelmed with the priceless gift Blaine had given him.

“I know a wizard or two,” Blaine said smiling smugly.

Kurt set the box with the sword still in it on the floor and drew Blaine into a hug. Blaine wrapped his arms around the Slayer and rubbed his back with one hand. Kurt sighed, reluctant to let go so he just sank into the hug for as long as he thought he could get away with before finally pulling back and smiling at Blaine.

“You’re an amazing friend,” Kurt said pouring all his love into the tame words. He wanted to say so much more, but he knew where they stood. A sword was an astonishingly extravagant gift, but it also screamed ally not lover. 

“Can you stay for a little while and talk?” Blaine asked.

“Sure,” Kurt answered. “I would love that.”

“Would you like a drink or a snack?” Blaine asked as Kurt divested himself of his sweater. He carefully folded it and left it draped across one of the couches.

“Do you have anything for humans?” Kurt teased.

“Of course. The cafeteria is officially closed, but I’m sure I could get you something if you wanted.”

“No thanks,” Kurt answered. “I’ll be eating dinner with my family later so I’m fine.”

Blaine lowered himself to the floor in front of the fire and Kurt sat across from him. They talked of trivial things. Kurt updated Blaine on all the latest gossip in the New Directions and Blaine in turn gave him all the juiciest stories about the Warblers.  Kurt would have thought they were just a bunch of rambunctious teenage boys - very promiscuous boys to be sure - but ordinary in so many ways when Blaine spoke of them. 

The boys were only half of the vampire family; there were an equal number of girls at Country Day that were counted in their number as well. Kurt discovered that in addition to those vampires, technically every vampire in Westerville was considered to be under Wes’ influence. Blaine backtracked several times when explaining what that meant. Insisting that there was no formal rule and Wes wasn’t their master or king or anything like that. In the end, Kurt decided that vampire politics must be too complicated because every time he thought he understood, Blaine would say something like ‘sort of, but not exactly.’

Kurt glanced at his watch and was shocked to see how long he had been talking with Blaine. He tended to lose track of time when they were together.

“I really must go,” Kurt said standing up and stretching.

Blaine stood up as well, grinning mischievously, he sang, “But baby its cold outside.”

Kurt laughed. 

“A personal favorite of mine,” He said smiling at Blaine.

“Then sing it with me,” Blaine begged. “Come on, you know you want to.”

Kurt gave Blaine a thoughtful look.

“Not a cappella. I’ve never sang it without music.”

“Easily remedied,” Blaine answered enthusiastically. He walked over to desk where he had left his phone and started searching for the music he needed. Once he had found it, he went over to the shelves on the wall near the desk. He slide the glass door open and put his phone on a docking station on one of the shelves. He pressed play and the familiar tune filled the room.

Blaine danced to the music and did an adorable spin, gesturing for Kurt to start. Kurt kept his eyes on Blaine as he dutifully danced away when the lyrics called for him to resist his duet partner’s charms. It wasn’t easy because Blaine sang the song with all of his charm and persuasiveness. Every time he begged Kurt to stay, complete with puppy dog eyes and an irresistible pout, Kurt wanted to just fall into his arms instead of spinning away. He kept in character, coyly running every time Blaine inched too close. When Blaine sang, ‘gosh your lips look delicious,’ Kurt nearly faltered because the vampire seemed seconds away from actually kissing him. Kurt’s heart pounded with excitement, but he managed to turn away and sing his next line.

They sang the last line and fell back onto the couch together grinning and laughing at each other. Kurt was slightly out of breath as he sat staring into Blaine’s hazel eyes, mesmerized by the flecks of gold and green. It was some time before his face flushed pink with embarrassment when he realized that he had been staring too long. He looked down and licked his lips nervously. Blaine’s eyes darkened as he stared at Kurt’s lips. 

Kurt looked back up into Blaine’s eyes. His heartbeat quickened and he gasped a sharp intake of breath as he saw Blaine lean toward him almost imperceptibly. It might have been his imagination. He would never find out because a voice from the doorway startled them both out of the intense moment.

“That was a lovely duet.”

Kurt turned to the door and saw Thad. He recognized the vampire as the one who had been the most vehement about killing him. Kurt stood and faced him defiantly.

“A countertenor?” Thad asked. “Such a lovely voice. I have not heard the like since castradi went out of fashion. A shame that; there is nothing comparable and it is rare to hear such voice in an intact human.”

“Thad,” Blaine admonished his friend. “Be nice.”

“What?” Thad asked in mock innocence. “I was complimenting his voice. What could be nicer?”

“You aren’t going to threaten to eat me are you?” Kurt giving his new and untried sword a calculating glance.

Thad laughed.

“Of course not. That would be rude. You’re a friend of Blaine’s and I’m never rude to Blaine’s friends. In fact, I’m never rude at all.”

Kurt snorted at that.

“I think threatening to kill me might qualify.”

Blaine moved between them and gave Thad a warning look.

“Let’s just let bygones be bygones, shall we?” Blaine pleaded.

“Assuredly,” Thad said sincerely. “I heard your duet and came to compliment you. I apologize, Kurt, if I gave offense. I am not much used to dealing with humans.”

Blaine gave Thad a sympathetic look, recognizing his reversion to archaic speech patterns as a sign of nervousness. 

“Thanks,” Kurt said doubtfully. “I had a great time, but now I really must go, Blaine.” Kurt put his sweater on and gathered his present and bag. He slipped past Thad with care, keeping an eye out for an attack, but the vampire just watched him as carefully as he was being watched.

Thad visibly relaxed once the Slayer was gone from his sight. He smiled brightly at Blaine.

“I’ve been looking for you to say goodbye. We’re leaving tonight and unless you’ve changed you mind about coming with us, I won’t see you for two weeks.”

“No thanks, I’d rather have toes amputated than spend two weeks in Romania with Demetri.” 

“Me too, honestly, but I can’t avoid it. He’s my bloodline and I’m expected. So you’re set on going to California with your progeny and her pet humans? I can’t say I understand the appeal of that either.”

Blaine didn’t bother to correct his friend on the status of Brittany’s human family. Perhaps he wasn’t even wrong. She called them her family, but she traded them for new ones every few years so he couldn’t really say their were even as important to her as a pet.

“Can we talk before I go?” Thad asked.

Blaine nodded and they walked toward the hall together. Blaine glanced back at the portrait Kurt had given him, still lying on the desk where he had left it. He would come back for it later; he didn’t want to explain to Thad that he and Kurt had exchanged gifts. 

“I think we’re going to bring Jon back with us when we return,” Thad commented casually.

“Really? Will he behave?”

Thad shrugged.

“If he doesn’t the Slayer will kill him, won’t he? Jon is much to young to take on a Slayer alone and we’re sworn off any vengeance for the wrongs this Slayer has visited on us.”

“Let’s not argue this again, please?” Blaine begged. They had covered this ground too many times for his liking.

“Sure, of course. I just wanted to let you know. That isn’t what I wanted to talk to you about, though. I found someone,” Thad said excitedly.

“Someone? What do you mean?”

“Progeny material. She’s a junior at Country Day and I’ve asked her to the Spring Formal. I think she’ll do. She’s very intelligent and tech savvy which could be very useful. She seems strong and I’m thinking she would have the requisite will to live.”

“I gather from you dry list of excellent qualities that you aren’t in love with her,” Blaine deadpanned.

“She’s human, Blaine. I know people fall for humans all the time, but I don’t understand how that’s even possible,” Thad sighed with frustration.

“Do you even like her?” Blaine asked pointedly.

“Do you think that actually matters?” Thad asked wide-eyed. “Could that be what I’m doing wrong? Oh, god I’m so screwed if that’s the problem,” he said beginning to panic. “That’s probably why it worked so well with Jeff. And Wes was completely in love with David when he was human. Blaine, what do you think? Is that it?”

Blaine wished with all his being that he could answer ‘yes’ truthfully but he knew better. 

“Oh, Thad, you know that isn’t true. You’ve been around long enough to know plenty of progeny that weren’t created for love.”

“You’re right, of course, I do. I just don’t want to lose this one because she seems like an excellent choice.”

Blaine sighed in frustration and turned to his friend. 

“Thad, if I ask you for a Christmas present, will you give it to me?”

“Of course,” Thad beamed. “You know I could never deny you anything. Just tell me what you want; you are impossible to shop for!”

“This girl, what is her name?”

Thad gave Blaine a confused look.

“Olivia.”

“Here’s what I want from you, Thad. Spend time with Olivia. Get to know her. Tell her that you are a vampire and warn her of all the risks involved in turning her. Then ask her if she wants it. Finally, if she says ‘no’, let her go. Just let her go with no repercussions at all. Can you give me that?” Blaine asked giving Thad his best puppy dog eyes.

Thad laughed mirthlessly. He hadn’t expected that though knowing Blaine perhaps he should have.

“How can you care about a human that you’ve never even met, Blaine? I get that vampires fall for specific humans sometimes. I know it isn’t even uncommon, but you care about them in the abstract. This is what you want from me? The life of this human girl that you’ve never met?” 

“Yes,” Blaine answered simply. “And maybe, just maybe, you will care for her by the time you turn her and maybe she will survive.”

“Or she could say no,” Thad argued.

“What are the odds of that?” Blaine asked reasonably. “Back when you and I were turned, people feared for their immortal souls and rejected vampires as evil. Today, not so much. The young swoon at the idea of us and long to meet a real vampire. Will you do it? For me?”

“Of course, I will, Blaine,” Thad agreed with a wry smile. “You had me at Thad,” he teased.

Blaine took Thad in his arms and hugged him tightly.

“Have a good trip, and I’ll see you in two weeks,” Blaine said as they parted.

Thad watched Blaine head back down to the West library and sighed.

“I really need to get over him,” Thad said to himself with sigh. He turned and walked dejectedly toward his suite to gather his bags for the dreaded trip to Romania.

-Two Hot Guys who Happen to be Vampires-

Kurt carried the box with his new sword awkwardly under his left arm, as he texted his dad with his right hand. His earlier caution forgotten, he was completely distracted when he nearly ran into a boy.

“Sorry,” Kurt exclaimed as the two nearly collided.

Kurt checked out the young man in front of him. His hair was dark brown almost black in a careless long cut that spoke of someone unconcerned about the latest trends. His eyes were a vivid green, but his mostly striking feature was his generous smile.

“No, I clearly was taking up too much space in this hallway,” Nick joked looking around the vast empty space. He was wearing baggy black jeans and a black t-shirt so Kurt didn’t recognize him at first. Then the Slayer noticed the boy’s companion. He was taller, with a pale complexion and a shock of blond hair that unlike his friend was styled meticulously. 

Recognition kicked in just as Nick extended his right hand.

“Hi, I’m Nick,” he said brightly. “We weren’t properly introduced the last time I saw you.”

Kurt began to panic. He could easily take down two vampires, but he was holding his phone in one hand and the sword still in the box under his other arm. He weighed his options a little too slowly and as he was considering dropping the box to go for a stake, Nick’s smile began to falter.

Kurt made a snap decision and shoved the phone into his pocket.

“Sorry,” he said apologetically and reached out to take Nick’s hand. “I’m Kurt.”

“I know,” Nick said. “The Slayer.  I’m well aware of who you are thanks to Blaine.”

“Does he talk about me?” Kurt asked breathlessly before realizing how needy he sounded.

Nick snorted and rolled his eyes.

“All the time,” he admitted. “This is my lover, Jeff,” he said introducing the tall blond. Jeff was wearing dark blue jeans  and a black t-shirt with a white stylized spider on it.

The tall lanky vampire stalked toward him and moved around Kurt as if appraising the Slayer.  He wanted to keep both vampires in his sight, but as Jeff circled him, Kurt was forced to his eyes on Jeff.  Kurt thought it the prudent choice since he had been the one to lose control at the sight of blood on their first encounter. 

This time, however, Jeff’s twinkling look seemed to have nothing to do with blood. He returned to Nick’s side and gave the shorter vampire a look and a nod in Kurt’s direction.

Nick laughed and said, “No, baby, I really don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Are you telepathic or something?” Kurt asked watching the silent conversation unfold, his curiosity getting the best of his caution. Kurt had never heard of such a gift among vampires.

Nick laughed.

“I supposed it might seem that way to a human,” he allowed with a smirk.

Kurt glared at him and Nick relented his mocking.

“Jeff is my progeny,” he said seriously as if that explained everything.

Kurt had a shark comeback on the tip of his tongue when Jeff surprised him by speaking up.

“Is that the sword Blaine had made for you?” the tall blond asked excitedly.

“You want to see it?” Kurt asked proudly. He didn’t wait for an answer. He set the box down and took the sword out. When his fingers curled around the hilt for the first time, he understood what Blaine had meant. The sword belonged to him. An electric current ran up his arm and through his entire body leaving an almost sexual feeling in its wake.

“Wow,” he exclaimed as he held the sword in front of him staring at the blade. “Oh my god,” he shuddered trying to get a grip on his feelings. Kurt gave the two vampires an embarrassed look. 

“Sorry,” he said. “I forgot about the spell and I had no idea it would be so…” Kurt trailed off at a loss for words.

“That’s awesome,” Jeff exclaimed moving in for a closer look. The vampire was inches away from Kurt staring mesmerized at the blade.

“I think I’m in love,” Kurt said distractedly looking at the gleaming katana. “This would take the head right off a vampire with no effort at all,” he continued in awe. Of course he had looked at it when Blaine gave it to him, but now that it was in his hand, Kurt couldn’t help but admire how fine it was. The hilt seemed to be literally made for his hand - perhaps it was. 

Kurt attention was brought back to the present as Nick snapped his fingers. Jeff returned immediately to his sire’s side, but even though there wasn’t the slightly hesitation in his response, Kurt could tell he didn’t want to go. He cocked his head thoughtfully at Jeff’s petulant pout. There was a new tension in Nick’s stance and Kurt was puzzled at first at the change in mood but then he remembered his recent words, spoken without thought to his present audience.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean any offense. Of course, I won’t be slaying anyone here. I promised I wouldn’t and I meant it,” he said apologetically. “I was just thinking out loud and that was thoughtless of me.”

“That’s okay,” Nick said tersely. “You are the Slayer after all.”

Jeff’s enthusiasm, however, was undaunted by his sire’s reticence.

“What is its name?” the tall blond vampire asked excitedly.

“Name?” Kurt asked with a frown. “It’s a sword.”

“All swords have to have a name,” Jeff insisted impatiently.

“Oh,” Kurt answered thoughtfully. He looked at the sword for a bit trying to ascertain its name. 

“Alexander,” the Slayer exclaimed proudly. “I call this sword Alexander.”

“You can’t call it Alexander,” Jeff scoffed.

“Why not?” Kurt asked. “It’s a perfectly fine name. In honor of Alexander McQueen, in fact.”

“Swords are name things like Ice, or Sting, or Stormbringer. Or even Excalibur!” Jeff explained excitedly.

“I’m pretty sure Excalibur is already taken,” Kurt said indulgently smiling at the vampire who for all the world seemed like a geeky teen-aged boy to Kurt. There was nothing in his demeanor to remind the Slayer of their first encounter. “Besides, it’s too late. I named it Alexander and I don’t think you can take it back once you name a sword.” Kurt had no idea what the rules for naming a sword might be; he had only found out seconds before that he was even supposed to name it. He didn’t care; Alexander was what he wanted to name it and no one could tell him that he couldn’t.

“Maybe you should put Alexander away before someone gets hurt..or worse,” Nick said wryly.

“Of course,” Kurt agreed. He quickly put the sword back in its box, noting that he’d need to get a scabbard soon. He was going to take Alexander on all of his patrols. Now that he had held it, he couldn’t even imagine leaving it behind ever again. Kurt shook the thought from his head. 

A side effect of the spell? 

“It was nice meeting you,” Kurt said awkwardly. “I should be going.”

“Kurt,” Nick said quietly, stepping closer to the Slayer. “Please don’t hurt Blaine. He’s very dear to us and if any harm should come to him-”

Nick’s words might have seemed threatening, but Kurt only saw concern in the vampire’s eyes. Nick’s name came up more than a few times in his conversation’s with Blaine and he had the disconcerting feeling of knowing the vampire, having only met him properly moments before.

“I wouldn’t,” Kurt insisted gently. “We’re friends. We just spent hours gossiping about each other’s friends; how could I even think of hurting any of you after that? And certainly not Blaine.  Nick, I know you don’t know me,  but trust Blaine’s judgment if you can’t trust me.”

Nick rolled his eyes and said skeptically, “Blaine isn’t really known for his great judgment. I can only hope that you mean him no harm.”

“It’s good that he has so may friends that care about him,” Kurt answered warmly. “I know you care about him and I hope we can be friends someday, too.”

Nick gave the Slayer an enigmatic smile and a guarded look. Jeff’s expression was much less guarded that his sire’s. He grinned at Kurt then in a completely unexpected move, he hugged the Slayer.

Kurt flailed awkwardly and tried to remain calm, reminding himself that the vampire was just being friendly. Then Jeff grabbed his ass and Kurt pushed him away roughly.

“You have boundary issues,” Kurt scolded the tall blond he was still smiling at him. 

“You have a nice ass,” Jeff replied with a smirk.

“Sorry,” Nick apologized to Kurt. His amused smiled didn’t look apologetic at all to Kurt. “Jeff doesn’t have any manners yet.”

“Well, maybe you should work on that,” Kurt sniped, but he was more amused than insulted. There was something about the vampire’s unpolished charm that made it difficult for him to hold a grudge.