-Meet Holly Holiday-

“Will, allow me to introduce Ms. Holiday. She will be substituting for Mrs. Bletheim, in geometry,” said Principle Figgins as he led the tall blond teacher through the teacher's lounge. 

She extended her hand and said, “I've been looking forward to meeting you, Mr. Schuester.”

“Please, call me Will.”

“Of course, call me Holly. We have so much to talk about.”

“We do?"

“I'll catch up to you later, after my tour,” she promised mysteriously.

Later that day in Will's Office.

“I've been sent by the Watchers' Council to check on you, Will. These reports of a boy Slayer are disturbing to say the least, so I've been sent to evaluate the situation.”

“Evaluate?” Will asked in a bemused voice. 

“Don't worry,” Holly assured him. “Just do what you're doing; I'm sure everything is fine. They just want a more thorough report. What are you working on now?”

“I'm searching for a demon. A student was murdered here and I can't seem to figure out what could have done it,” Will replied indicating to the large ancient book he'd been thumbing through.

Holly scrunched her nose up and said, “Well that's your problem. That dusty old thing? Why aren't you using the database?"

“I've tried," Will answered rubbing the bridge of his nose in frustration. “That thing confounds me! I can never figure out what keywords to use and it just sits there blinking at me half the time.”

“Mr. Shue, I need to talk to you,” exclaimed Kurt as he burst in. “Oh, hi, Ms. Holiday.” 

“Kurt, it is so nice to see you again,” she beamed.

"Mr. Shue, you should have been in geometry today. Who know it could be so entertaining?" Kurt chuckled at the memory. "A cute angle!" 

Holly smiled and preened at the praise. 

"I do my best. I find the students learn more when it is entertaining."

"Oh, and that song we did about trapezoids? Wow, genius."

"Kurt, Ms. Holiday is here from the Watcher's Council."

Kurt's face fell at the news. He felt a sense of betrayal at finding out his new favorite teacher was a member of his second least favorite secret cadre in the world. The first still being vampires.

"Ouch, Kurt. You liked me so much just a minute ago. Just give me a chance. I think you'll find that I'm much more fun to have as a Watcher then Will Schuester here."

"What?" Will asked.

"Just kidding. I'm just here to observe. I wouldn't dream of trying to take your place or anything. I think I should go on patrol with you Kurt. Just to see how you handle yourself."

"Patrol?" Kurt asked with a quizzical raise of one eyebrow.

Holly shot Will an accusatory look.

“He isn't ready,” Will defended. “You must understand that he wasn't trained as a potential.”

“What does that mean?” Kurt asked.

“At any given time,” Holly answered, “there are hundreds of girls that we've identified as potential slayers. Any one of them could potentially be the Slayer when the active Slayer dies. That's why we call them-”

“Potentials,” Kurt supplied.

“Usually, by the time the Slayer is called she has been training for years. Perhaps her entire life,” Will added. “Of course, no expected you.”

“Are we sure, Will? About Kurt being the Slayer? There isn't any record of a Slayer even having a son much less one being called. How sure are you that Elizabeth is his mother and that he is the active Slayer?”

“I’m usually the one asking that,””snorted Kurt. “Well, not the part about my mother. How can someone not be sure who their mother is? I mean, unless they were adopted which I'm not.”

“I’m positive. Holly, if you'd even seen him in action you'd lose all doubt. Kurt has an extraordinary strength, speed, and flexibility. He has an unprecedented talent for the physical aspects of slaying.”

“But? I definitely hear a but in there.”

“Yes,” Will sighed. “He doesn't seem to have some of the psychic abilities one would expect. No prophetic dreams, no ability to sense the presence of a vampire. It's mysterious and surely you can see why I'm hesitant to have him patrolling.”

“What's your schedule, Kurt?” Holly asked the young Slayer.

“Homeroom, followed by English-”

“No, I mean your Slayer schedule.”

The blank look said it all.

“We've been busy trying to solved this murder for one,” Will started defensively.

“Oh, that reminds me!” Kurt exclaimed. “That's why I'm here. I have some information from Blaine that might help us.”

“Blaine?” asked Holly.

“A confidential informant,” Will claimed giving Kurt a warning look.

“Apparently, there was a similar murder in Westerville, though some of the details are different.”

“Let me see,” asked Holly. “Oh,” she continued looking at a close up picture of the slashes. “It shouldn't be too hard to find something matching this in the database. At first glance, I'd say werewolf. Was the flesh eaten?”

“No,” Will answered. “None of the details add up. Some of them point to one possibility or another but taken as a whole it is not like anything I've ever heard of.”

“Not to worry,” Holly said with a smile as she slung her arm around Kurt's shoulder. “We'll go patrolling tonight and see what turns up. You'll find I'm more a fan of the active approach. All this research nonsense is just a waste of time. I say we just go straight to the slaying, don't you, Kurt?”

-Gleeks on Patrol-

“How much longer do we need to do this Ms. Holiday?” complained Kurt. “I have a very rigorous skin care regime and if I don't start on time I won't get enough beauty sleep. This face,” he said making a circular motion around his face, “doesn’t moisturize itself.”

“Me, too,” chimed in Rachel, who had insisted on joining the outing. “My routine is very involved.”

“Besides,” added Mercedes, “all we've done is show you every site in Lima, which didn't take long, and wander around aimlessly. I don't see what we're supposed to be doing here.”

“That's because this place is deader than a graveyard. Where is the fun around here? It's a wonder that you've encounter any evil in this town as dull as it is. Where did you say you killed your first vamps?”

“By the bowling alley,” supplied Kurt. “But I haven't seen any there since.”

“Maybe you scared them all off, Kurt. I say we call it a night,” suggested Mercedes.

“What's that?” Holly asked as they drove past Scandals. 

“It's Thursday, so it's a honky tonk,” Mercedes replied.

“Oh, that sounds fun,” exclaimed Holly gleefully. “Do they have a mechanical bull? What about Karaoke? Come on let's go; I could really use a drink about now.”

“We really shouldn’t,” Mercedes objected. “It's a school night-”

“You kids are such buzz kills. Doesn't anyone know how to have fun around here?” Holly complained. “I tell you what why don't you just drop me off. I'm sure I'll find a ride home, if you know what I mean,” she said with a wink.

Unfortunately they did. The subtext wasn't exactly subtle.

After walking with Holly to the door, the three teens stood in the parking lot wondering what to do next. They had told Holly they were going home but somehow no one wanted to do that yet.  Kurt noticed a group of young men standing around to the side of the building. One of them walked up to a car that pulled up and the boy started talking to the driver.

“Those are the rent boys,” Rachel supplied when she noticed Kurt staring at the unfolding scene. The boy talking to the driver got into the car and they drove away.

“Rent boy? What does that mean?” asked Mercedes.

“Prostitute,” whispered Rachel as if she we're afraid someone might hear her use the word.

“Oh,” Kurt said as the concept sank in. “I have an idea,” he said after a brief pause. He quickly explained what Ms. Pillsbury had told him about Brett. “…So it's perfect. I'll pretend to be one of these rent boys and ask around for information. It will be an adventure,” he said excitedly.

“Tonight?” Rachel asked.

“No, oh no. I need to put together the perfect outfit for this task,” Kurt said thoughtfully. “This calls for a serious wardrobe expedition. A chance to use some of more daring ensembles.”

Mercedes looked skeptical.

“More daring that what you wore on Monday?” she asked. 

“Oh that,” he laughed nervously. “I just through that on as I was rushing out the door. Hardly a thought went into it,” he lied.

-Let me in-

Kurt was just about to start his moisturizing when he heard a light tapping on his window. He turned, expecting it to just be the branches of the huge tree just outside his window, but instead he saw Blaine sitting on one of the branches gesturing for Kurt to open the window.

“Has anyone told you that peeping in a guy's window is creepy?” Kurt snarked when he opened the window.

“Invite me in,” Blaine demanded.

“Do you think I'm stupid? I know you can't come in uninvited and once I invite you, you can come in any time you want. No thanks.”

Blaine's disappointed look nearly melted Kurt's resolve but he didn't relent.

“I’ll come out there with you,” he offered. He snagged his slayer bag as he climbed out on the branch. He'd learned his lesson on the Dalton adventure and never left his house without it.

They sat next to each other looking out over the sleepy neighborhood for a short time. Blaine couldn't help but notice the waves of heat coming off of the Slayer, the way his breath hitched a little when Blaine accidentally touched his leg, and the way his heart was racing a bit faster than it should be for the minor effort of climbing out the window.

 “So why are you here?” Kurt asked.

“Do you want to go for a walk?”

“Sure,” agreed Kurt against his better judgment. 

Blaine leapt to the ground and Kurt decided to forgo the long climb down and did the same. He landed cat like on his feet and only realized after he landed that he hadn't actually known that he could do that. Blaine smiled at him and they started down the street.

Kurt led the way to the near by park and they strolled in the crisp fall air under the canopy of trees. The stars were bright overhead and Kurt took in all the details that he could about the enigmatic vampire walking next to him. He was dressed in black jeans and a form fitting short sleeved t-shirt and while the look was supremely simple and understated, Kurt approved of the way it looked on Blaine. His hair was lightly gelled the way it had been the night they'd met, which again Kurt approved of. He wasn't a fan of the helmet hair and uniform look Blaine seemed to prefer when representing Dalton.

They chatted for a some time before Kurt realized that Blaine breathed very deliberately in order to speak and that he stopped when he was silent. It was a spooky effect and served to remind Kurt that this 'boy' was not a boy.

“I don't like this plan of you going undercover to find Brett's killer,” Blaine finally admitted.

“How do you even know about that?” Kurt asked incredulously. “Have you been spying on me and my friends?”

“A little bird told me,” Blaine admitted.

Kurt gave him a bitch please look.

“No, seriously, a little bird. His name is Pavarotti and he's really useful for gathering intel. Maybe you shouldn't be so public when talking about your plans.”

He hadn't considered eavesdropping when they'd been talking.

“I don't appreciate the spying but the plan is sound. I just need to check out the scene where Brett was…you know peddling his wares and see if I find anyone suspicious. I don't have to actually do anything.”

“Kurt, you're blushing!” Blaine exclaimed.

“You can see that?”

“Vampires have excellent night vision.”

“I’m not blushing, I'm just flush from the exercise. I flush easily.”

Blaine chuckled, “I think it's adorable.”

“I’m not adorable,” Kurt insisted. “I’m the Slayer. Powerful, confident, and deadly. Definitely adorable free, here.”

Blaine laughed. He loved this sassy boy's sense of humor. 

“Seriously, though. It's dangerous and there is no reason that you have to do it.”

“Somebody needs to. Who would you suggest?”

“I could do it,” Blaine answered with a shrug. “No big deal, I'd give a few blow jobs and see what information turns up. It's not like I haven't done it before.”

“Blaine,” Kurt squeaked as he literally turned away to hide his red face. Kurt felt hot and confused. On one hand, did Blaine just admit to giving blow jobs meaning he was gay? On the other hand, hearing words like that dropped so casually was just mortifying.

“Oh, Kurt, what's wrong? Don't be embarrassed…I'm sorry, I'm not used to dealing with someone so-”

“Young, stupid, virginal?” Kurt cried.

“Innocent. I was going to go with innocent," Blaine said softly. "All the more reason you aren't prepared for this undercover job.”

“You're right. How could I possibly pretend to be a…”, Kurt stumbled over the word, “big old hobag,” he continued, “when I don't know a thing about sex. In my fantasies, the touch of a fingertip is as sexy as it gets. You must think I'm such a baby. I mean, how old are you? How many girlfriends or is it boyfriends-” Kurt tried to subtly ask when something jumped out of the night and tackled him to the ground.

The vampire caught Kurt by surprise and his shark like mouth was inches away from Kurt's neck when Blaine pulled the creature off of him. Kurt rolled, struggled to his knees and started digging through his designer bag for a stake. His fingers curled around the now familiar solid feeling of wood and he charged the creature facing Blaine with determination. He ignored Blaine's cries of protest and made for the heart. 

Unfortunately, the attacker countered the strike and was soon going for Kurt's neck again. The Slayer took the creature to the ground and brought the stake home and was rewarded with a satisfying whoosh as the dust settled. He stood and started brushing the offending material off and only then took in Blaine's horrified expression.

“What?” Kurt asked spreading his hands wide. “Friend of yours?”

“Actually, yeah, he was,” replied Blaine in a haunted voice.

Kurt felt a twinge of guilt before snapping back to reality. He was the Slayer and he'd been flirting with a vampire. How stupid could he be?

“I’m not going to feel guilty for killing a vampire that was clearly trying to kill me!”

“Of course not,” mumbled Blaine. He turned away from Kurt long enough to compose himself and took a deep breath. “He was Aaron's best friend and roommate Flint. I don't think he had the council's permission for this attempt on your life but Lima isn't protected territory anyway so…I'm sorry Kurt. I should have thought to warn you. Wes had Jon and Flint sent back to their sires with orders to keep silent about the incident but I guess…” he tapered off not knowing what else to say. How could he go on about how much Flint had loved Aaron to Kurt? If didn't seem likely the boy would understand. 

“No, I get it. I staked his friend and he wanted vengeance. Well, that's all well and good but I was minding my own business looking for you in the halls of Dalton when I was attacked. So forgive me if I don't sympathize!”

They walked back to Kurt's house in near silence whatever rapport they had been developing shattered by the incident and the resulting insight into the ridiculous idea that they could be friends. Blaine kicked himself mentally. What had he been thinking trying to befriend the Slayer? Where could that possibly go? If he was honest, he knew nowhere but that didn't stop the feeling that he wanted to be much more than friends with Kurt. The overwhelming sense of loneliness that had become his constant companion was somehow abated  when he was in the boy's company and it was hard to resist his pull.

“Kurt, I meant the offer of help. At least let me do that for you.”

“Alright,” Kurt agreed from his side of the window. “Tell me what you find out. I don't trust you or your Warbler gang but I believe you want to catch this creature that's poaching your food supply.”

“It's not like that-” Blaine started but Kurt shut the window before he could finish. He wasn't sure what he could have said because it was exactly like Kurt had implied. The Warblers considered the humans of Westerville to be under their protection but it wasn't for any noble reasons and Lima was fair game.

-Anger Management-

“You fat cow! This is all your fault,” screamed Dave Karofsky. He had a terrified Missy Gunderson backed against the wall in the Cheerios private lounge. They’d been dating since the beginning of the year and while to the outside world they appeared to be just another cheerleader and jock happily dating in reality the relationship was fast becoming a nightmare for the girl. “You’re a cheerleader and that’s supposed to get me off. What the fuck is wrong with you? If you lost some weight and acted sexier-”

“You’re not supposed to be in here,” she stammered. “If Quinn-”

“Shut up!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she sobbed. “I’ll try harder. Maybe if you’d just-”

The blow came as a complete surprise just like always. She didn’t know why she couldn’t tell when she pushed him too far. Her head snapped back and she bit her lip.

Kurt walked in the on the scene just in time to here the sickening smack and to see the sobbing Missy. He didn’t hesitate.

“What kind of sick monster are you?” he accused as he strode over to the two. “It’s one thing that you torment me; that you bully all of the weaker boys but to hit a girl? You need to stop this!”

“Monster? I’m the monster?” Dave sneered. He shoved Kurt with surprising force and the Slayer fell back into the wall. “You are the freak,” Dave continued punctuation each word with a shove. Kurt pushed back and was surprised by the resistance. When he first come into his power, he’d been shocked at his own strength but for some reason it failed him this time. Dave moved in close and said in a low voice, “Whatever juice you’re on, I’ve done you one better. I can take you.” He growled and there was something so venomous in the way he said it that Kurt was frozen in place, sent back to an earlier more vulnerable time when he’d been helpless and tormented on a daily basis.

“What’s going on here?” shouted Quinn. Kurt looked up to a sight that he’d never expected to welcome. The Unholy Trinity strode in wearing coordinating sweats, walking determinedly toward the scene, each with long hair that they’d freed from their usual tight ponies.

“Get the hell out of here, Dave,” Quinn ordered. “This is room is for Cheerios only.” She walked past him as if he were nothing and put her arms around Missy. 

“Make me, bitch. Homo and I aren’t done talking.”

“Oh, you’re done all right,” exclaimed Santana. “You’d better leave before I go all Lima Heights on your ass! Un huh. That’s right. I went there. You’d better believe I would too because I got razor blades all up in my hair!”

Suddenly, Dave looked around as if just now realizing the there were other people in the room. He looked so frightened and confused, as if he’d just woken up form a nightmare and wasn’t sure if he was awake yet, that Kurt almost felt sorry for him - almost. Dave turned and ran from the room.

“Missy, are you OK?” Quinn asked gently as she dabbed at the girl’s face with a towel. 

“I’m fine. It’s no big deal. He wouldn’t have hit me if I’d lost the weight I was supposed to.”

“Oh you did not just say that!” Santana said. “Girl that is no reason for a man to hit a woman. Granted you could lose a few-”

“Santana!” Kurt exclaimed.

“What? Just speaking the truth. The girl is a bit of a heifer but still no reason take abuse like that.”

“But I lo-”

“If you say that you love him then I will hit you,” Quinn said with an eye roll. “As head Cheerio, I forbid you to date him any more. In fact, I’m issuing an edict that no Cheerio is allowed to date Dave Karofsky.”

“Oh that’ll show him,” Kurt said sarcastically. “He assaults someone and he’s cut off from the Cheerio booty. He belongs in jail.”

“Of course he belongs in jail,” Quinn agreed angrily. “But I’m not the cops, am I? I can’t put him in jail but I can ban him from dating any of my girls. Missy, I’m taking you to the nurse now and then we’ll talk about getting the police involved.”

Quinn started dragging the protesting girl to the door. It was only then that Kurt noticed Brittany, who had been silent during the entire exchange. She was staring at Missy’s bleeding lip with a strange expression that Kurt couldn’t really place. 

-Locker Room-

Kurt watched as the remaining scattered students left after the evening football game. His dad was delighted to hear that Kurt had developed a sudden interest in football and hadn’t bothered to check the schedule. The game started two hours earlier than he’d told his dad which gave him plenty of time to snoop before he had to be home. He’d also told his dad that he might go out after for a celebratory desert if the Titans won. Technically, he didn’t have a curfew but he was running out of excuses to be running around at night. Neither Mr Schuester nor Ms. Holiday were much help in explaining how a slayer was supposed to balance school, friends, family, and slaying. He gathered that they expected him to ditch everything but slaying.

The school was eerily quiet as he padded down the hall to the locker room. He listened for a while before going in even though he was sure all the players had left. He was momentarily confounded by the long row of lockers but none of them had locks so he just opened them at random locking for any sign that he’d found Dave Karofsky’s. The boy was on something and he was going to prove it.

Jackpot! A letterman’s jacket with Karofsky’s name across the back. Kurt started looking through the locker for suspicious clues when he heard the door behind him open and saw the very last person he wanted to see.

“Well, if it isn’t Kurt homo. Why are you looking through my locker, homo? Are you in here hoping to get a glimpse of my junk?”

“No! Ew, gross. Why are you here Dave? All your teammates are gone.”

Dave shrugged as and answered casually as if they were old friends, “I like to hit the weights when no one else is around, you know? It’s sort of calm and peaceful and I can forget stuff.”  Dave did a sort of double take, as if clearing his head. “I don’t have to explain myself to you, homo.”

“What’s gotten into you, Dave? Hitting Missy, like that, you’re out of control. Are you on steroids? Is that it?”

Dave moved quickly across the room and stood face inches from Kurt’s.

“What’s gotten into me? You! You and the way you sashay around in those tight pants, and scarves, and confusing layers. You and your hair and your stupid laugh. You,” he said louder poking his finger at Kurt’s chest, “you drive me crazy. I wouldn’t have started taking it if you didn’t do stuff to my head! Just get away from me. Get out of my face. Stop making me-”

“Making you what?!” Kurt yelled back. “I’ve never done anything to you. My being gay doesn’t do anything to you. Why do you hate-“

Dave grabbed the sides of Kurt’s face and kissed him hard the way he’d been dying to for months. When he pulled back, Kurt just stood stunned then lifted his hand to his lips and scrunched his nose up in disgust. 

Dave leaned in for another and Kurt pushed him away with all of his slayer strength. 

“No,” screamed Dave. “You do not get to refuse me! Not after the way you wagged your ass at me and gave me all those come hither stares. I tried to be straight. I tried so hard. You have no idea what I’ve done to forget you but you do not get to say no!”

With that, the heavier boy launched himself at Kurt. Kurt dodged and to his surprise Dave’s face changed. His neck thickened and his shoulders seem to actually grow broader right before his eyes. His face transformed into a veiny mess with brow ridges. He landed on Kurt and knocked him to the ground. 

Kurt felt the suffocating weight pinning him down and suddenly he wasn’t afraid any more.  His slayer powers had made him complacent but he remembered in that moment of helplessness that he’d been strong before he’d been called. He was better than this Neanderthal. He nearly laughed at the thought because apparently Dave had somehow taken his taunts literally and transformed himself into this creature.

“Whoa, slow down there,” Kurt said with what he hoped was a flirty smile. His voice quivered a bit, but he soldiered on. “Don’t you want to see what I can do? I’m very flexible,” he said trying to flip his hair seductively. The effect was ruined by the fact he could barely move but it seem to take Dave by surprise and he loosened his grip just enough for Kurt push him up a little. Kurt managed to get his legs wrapped around the larger boy and flipped him over. As soon as he was free from the weight, he crawl away and tried to look for a weapon in his bag.

“You’re going to regret that, you little fag. I’m going to cut you so bad before I have you.”

Kurt turned and saw an enormously long set of claws swiping directly for his face just in time to roll away. He got up and ran only to be slammed into the wall. The dizziness hit him hard but he managed to avoid the next blow. He landed several on Dave but it was doing more damage to his hands than to the other boy, who seemed to be a solid as a brick wall. Kurt ducked another slash attempt and was ecstatic to see Dave’s claws sink into the wall and get stuck. As the creature struggled to pull himself free, grunting and cursing, Kurt made for his bag again. He rejected a several stakes, tossing them aside. His sai swords. Yes. 

With them in his hands he felt better. Dave finally freed himself leaving one of his claws trapped in the wall and one of his monstrous fingers was gushing blood from the tear that it had left behind. Far from slowing him down, the pain seemed to enrage him further. Kurt was ready with his swords when Dave charged him again. Luckily, he didn’t seem to have any plan other than brute force and Kurt could tell what he was going to do long before he did it. Kurt was faster and more agile but he was tiring quickly and the blows that did land were bruising. He didn’t even want to consider what one of those claws would do to him.

Kurt stabbed at what he hoped was a weak spot but his blade just skittered across Dave's skin leaving the barest scratch. 

“Fuck, Karofsky. What the fuck are you?” Kurt exclaimed in frustration.

“You’re going to get a taste of just exactly what I am soon enough, homo. You might as well stop struggling. You aren’t making this easier for yourself by fighting.”

“Is that what Brett did?” He asked. “Did he make I worse for himself by struggling? Why, Dave, why did you do it? And that girl in Westerville; you killed her too didn’t you?” Kurt danced away again hoping his questions might slow Dave down.

“Why? Because she was supposed to make me straight and she was as bad as that cheerleader cow. Everyone say girls in schoolgirl uniforms are hot but it didn’t work. I took twice the dose and still nothing. She was just annoying and she pissed me off. I didn’t mean to kill her but she shouldn’t have said the things she said.”

“What? Did she notice that you’re gay? Was that her crime?”

“I’m not gay,” Dave roared. “The bitch that sold it to me promised it would make me virile and masculine. I’m not some faggot so stop saying that.” Dave caught Kurt in a crushing choke hold and Kurt was sure it was the end of him as he gasped and struggled to escape the iron grip. Everything was going black when suddenly the pressure was gone and so was Karofsky.

Kurt gasped for breath for a second before realizing that Dave and Blaine were struggling in front of him. Blaine was completely vamped out, throwing rapid punches and attempting to tear at Dave’s flesh with his teeth but to no avail. To Kurt’s horror, Dave ripped through Blaine’s flesh starting at his collar bone leaving three long deep gashes along his chest.

Blaine fell to his knees clutching at the gushing chest wounds and Kurt was near panic when he realized. 

Three.

He turned to the wall where Dave had ensnared himself earlier. It might be just crazy but he was out of other ideas. He ran over and, afraid to touch the thing with his bare hands, he shed one of his shirts and wrapped it around his hand before attempting to pry the thing loose. The claw popped free just as Dave reached him. Kurt turned quickly and saw Dave’s shocked face as he impaled himself on his own claw.

The monstrous features stared to fade as the boy slid to the ground.

“Kurt,” he managed to burble as blood flowed out of his mouth and down his chin. His eyes, no longer crazed and angry, seemed to be pleading. For what Kurt would never know because Dave was dead when he hit the floor.

 “Blaine,” Kurt cried as he ran to the vampire lying on the floor. “Blaine, this looks bad,” he said as he saw the deep gashes. “You’ll heal, right? You’re a vampire so nothing short of decapitation is going to kill you. Please be OK,” Kurt begged. 

Blaine sat up winching. “I’ll be fine. It’s just a flesh wound,” he said with a laugh followed up immediately with, “Ow!” When he saw the confused look on Kurt’s face, he said, “Seriously? No laugh for that?”

“Blaine, you aren’t healing. Is it supposed to take so long?”

Blaine looked down and tried to keep his voice nonchalant for Kurt.

“No problem. I’ll get back to Dalton and throw back a few pints. That and a nap and I’ll be good as new.”

“You need blood, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but it can wait.” 

“I don’t think it can. You’re looking much worse and you’re still bleeding. Is this normal?”

Blaine shrugged, “I don't know I’ve never been filleted before.”

“You need blood now, drink from me,” Kurt insisted.

“No, you don’t really want me to do that,” Blaine objected.

Kurt took one of his swords and sliced open the flesh along his wrist and held it to Blaine’s mouth. There was no way he could resists the delectable smell. The vampire latched on to the Slayers wrist and started sucking, clutching Kurt’s arm with a bruising grip.

“Is this supposed to be erotic? Because I just feel kind of queasy,” Kurt said after a while. “I think you’ve had enough. Let go, Blaine. Don’t make me stake you because I’m the Slayer so I will,” he laughed a little hysterically.

Blaine let go.

“Oh god, Kurt. Are you OK? Did I take too much?”

“I’m fine,” Kurt answered. “Nothing a little orange juice and a nice bloody steak won’t fix.” He laughed again. “I mean the kind I would eat, not kill you with. I think I’m going to lie down now.” Kurt sank down on his back and tried not to think about the evening he’d had. “I killed him,” he said breathlessly. “He was a person and I killed him.” 

“That’s true,” Blaine admitted biting back the remark that all the vampires Kurt had killed had been persons too. Now wasn’t the time to have a philosophical argument like that.

“What are we going to do with the body?”

“I can take care of that,” Blaine promised.

Kurt looked at Blaine as he sat up. 

“You’re looking better. Wow, those gashes are closing right up. That’s amazing!”

“Yeah but my shirt is ruined,” Blaine complained as he took off the offending garment. Kurt’s mouth went dry as he stared at Blaine’s bare chest. His perfectly sculpted chest leading down to his amazing looking abs. He had a dusting of dark hair starting on his chest and leading in a treasure trail down. Kurt gulped at the thought and looked away quickly.

“That’s just rude,” Blaine said. Kurt looked at him quickly wondering if Blaine could read minds but then he realized Blaine was still taking about his shirt. “It’s my best Laurent,” Blaine said sadly.

“Oh god, you’re right that is a crime,” Kurt agreed. “Wait, why are you here? Not that I don’t appreciate it because I really do.”

“We were supposed to meet. Did you forget? I had intel on the rent-boy scene so I went by your house but you weren’t there. I took a chance and came by the school.”

“I guess your undercover operation was for nothing. I figured out who the killer was.”

“Yeah, I guess you did. I’d better make a call.” Blaine pulled out his phone and hit 3 on his speed-dial list. “Hi, I need a clean up at McKinley High School in Lima…Yes, I’m aware it’s out of network…I’ll pay the out of network fee… Just charge it to the Warblers’ account…I need it expedited…of course that’s extra, everything is extra…Fine…Yes…I’ll meet you in the parking lot. Thanks, Bye.”

Kurt didn’t really want to think about why Blaine had a body clean up crew on speed-dial.

“You should go,” Blaine advised. “Can you make it home alone? Should I call one of your friends?”

“I’m fine. I may not heal like a vampire but slayers are tough.”

“I’ll walk you to your car,” Blaine offered.

“You’re such a gentleman,” Kurt laughed. He had to or he’d be hysterical again. He was flirting with a shirtless vampire who’d just called for a clean up crew to get rid of the body of the gay football player that had tormented him for years. My life is complicated.

-Coming Out-

Kurt walked through his front door hoping to sneak past his dad and make it to his room for a much needed hot bath. He hadn't been expecting to see his dad and a woman on the couch making out like a pair of teenagers. 

“Dad!” Kurt squeaked out.

r3;Kurt,” Burt stood up hastily, fidgeting in embarrassment. r3;I didn't expect you home so soon.”

The woman, a blond slightly plump middle aged woman, stood looking slightly embarrassed as well.

r3;Kurt, this is Carol,” Burt started.

r3;Dad, what is going on here?” Kurt demanded.

r3;I've been meaning to talk to you about this for a while, kiddo. Carol and I are seeing each other. I've been waiting for the right to tell you about it.”

r3;As single parents, it's hard bringing people into our children's lives but, Kurt, I promise I'm not trying to replace your mom or anything like that.” Carol shyly took Burt's hand.

Kurt was speechless.

r3;Kurt, what Carol is trying to say is that we've gotten pretty serious and we should probably have a family dinner as a sort of introduction - where we could all get to know each other.”

r3;How long has this been going on?” Kurt exclaimed.

“We met at a parent teacher night and frankly, it was like magic from the first moment,” Burt gushed. “We ain't young any more so why waste time? I'm a widower and alone-”

“I'm a widow, too, ” Carol interjected. “You know my son; I believe you're in glee club together. Finn? Finn Hudson. He's been going through so much lately and your father has been such a great help to me. Finn could really use a father figure in his life.”

“Whoa, whoa, this is all happening way too fast,” Kurt objected. “I just found out you're seeing someone and you're talking about family get togethers and being a father figure to someone that isn't me? This is just too much. I can't handle this right now on top of everything else.”

“Kurt, I don't like your tone,” Burt answered sternly. “I'll admit that this isn't how I meant to break this news to you and I know it's a shock so I'll cut you some slack for now but we're going to talk about this later. By the way, what happened to you?” Burt asked suddenly concerned. “Did you get in some kinda fight?”

“Yes, some kind of fight. It doesn't matter; I'm fine. Can I be excused?”

“I'm going say good night to Carol then I'll be up to your room to talk; OK kiddo?”

“Sure, fine,” Kurt agreed miserably. 

“Oh, who won the game?” Carol asked. 

“I have no idea,” Kurt admitted as he ran up the stairs.

Kurt cleaned up quickly and changed into his pajamas. He decided to forgo his bath and just go straight to skin care since his dad expected to talk to him.

Burt came into his room and sat down on the bed.

“What's going on with you? Getting into fights, lying about where you are, talking back to me — that doesn't seem like you.”

“I don't have time for this. I need an hour to moisturize and if I don't get it done now I won't get enough sleep and I'll look terrible tomorrow. Please, I want to be alone.”

“No, you're not getting out of this that easy. I know it hasn't been easy since your mother passed but I'm doing the best I can, Kurt. I don't pretend to understand half of what you say but I love you Kurt. You're my son and you always come first. You have to know that. I'm so proud of you no matter what.”

Kurt got up, walked over this his dad, and sat down beside him.

“Dad,” he said taking a deep breath and pausing. “I have to tell you something about me. About who I am. I can't hide it from you any more.”

“Is it that you're gay? I already know.”

“Really, what gave it away?” 

“Well, let's see…there's the tiara collection, you're completely incomprehensible clothing choices, the sound of music sing along-“

“You know none of that proves I'm gay. I'm just fabulous,” Kurt said with a sassy hair flip. 

“Yeah, I know. The give away was the stack of muscle magazines I found under your bed.”

“Oh my god,” Kurt said with a horrified look. “I mean, I was just looking…I wasn’t-”

“It's OK, I understand,” Burt said. “Actually I don't, but I'm trying and I accept you no matter what even if I don't get it.”

“That's not what I was going to tell you, though,” Kurt admitted. He didn't want to tell his dad the rest but he had to.

“It isn’t?”

“No, Dad, I know you aren't going to understand what this means but I'm the Slayer. I'll try to explain-“

Burt paled and whispered hoarsely, “No, no, not you too. Not my baby boy.” Burt pulled Kurt into to a tight suffocating embrace. “Please tell me there is another option. Please Kurt, can't you just say no?”

“Dad, I have to breathe,” Kurt choked out. Burt let him go. “You knew about Mom being the Slayer!” he accused.

“Of course I knew. She was my wife, Kurt. It killed me to see the danger she was in all the time and I don't want that for you.”

“How could you lie to me all these years? She was murdered!”

“I thought it was best for you. What did it matter how she died? She was gone and we had to deal with that.”

“Did I see it?”

“What?” asked a confused Burt.

“Did I see her being torn apart by vampires?”

“No, of course not. How could you think that?”

“Because I dream about it all the time. Is that my imagination then?”

“I don't see how you could have even known. You weren't there. I swear, Kurt. Your mother wouldn't have ever put you in danger like that. How did you find out”

"My Watcher told me but I dreamt about it long before I met him."

“Of course,” Burt snorted. “Damn Watchers. Of course you have one. Creepy fuckers if you ask me. And useless.”

“I know,” admitted Kurt. “Just the name alone. Watchers - who thought of that?”

They laughed a bit and Kurt felt that maybe everything would be alright after all.