"No, no decorations. Decorations imply that I want them here or they're welcome in my house, which I don't and they're not."

Kurt and Blaine were stretched out on the couch, half watching a movie as they discussed the impending vampire celebration.

Kurt thought it might be a good idea to make the place look at least a little festive, if not for the vampires; perhaps the human slaves would find them amusing.

"Why would you even want the place to look inviting?" demanded Blaine, "It's not like these people are going to treat you well. In fact, they might even expect to see you naked and tied to a table so they can take advantage of you at their whim. I saw that happen once."

Kurt suppressed a shudder at the thought. Blaine still hadn't told him what he was going to do to provide...entertainment and Kurt was afraid he wouldn't do anything just to piss off the guests.

And the last thing Kurt wanted to see was Blaine being ripped apart by Karofsky or any of the other vampires.

"Maybe you should do that, but tell everyone that only the humans are allowed to touch me."

Blaine's tone grew stern, "Don't even jest about something like that."

Kurt snorted, "You know I don't really mean it, but you know you have to do something for this thing, right? A good host always provides amusement for his guests."

"Then I suck at being a host. I can live with that."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "What if it's not something sexually realated? Maybe you could put on a musical or something?"

Blaine let out a bark of laughter, "Yeah that would go over real well. Which one do you think I should do: Priscilla, Queen of the Desert or La Cage Aux Folles?"

"Whichever one you think would cause the least backlash," Kurt joked.

"Well in that case I should go with Prisilla."

Kurt waited for both their laughter to subside before speaking again. "Seriously though, you need to come up with something, otherwise they might all be mad at you."

"I don't think they expect anything less from me to be perfectly honest. Besides, if they're bored they might leave sooner."

"Not according to Thadeous. He told me that the celebration is supposed to last until four hours before sunrise and it's traditional that no one leaves before then. He also told me that back in 1904 the old leader of the Belleville Coven did what you're planning on doing and he was torn apart because of it."

"Actually he was drawn and quartered." The vampire grimaced as he remembered the ghastly sight to which he had been witness to.

"Whatever. I really don't want either one of those things happening to you."

Blaine sighed and scrubbed a hand across his eyes. "Well if you can come up with something that doesn't involve carnal, abusive activities that will still hold the interest of the guests, I'm all for it."

Kurt thought for a moment, "How about strip poker?"

They both chuckled.

"That might work," Blaine said.

The vampire sighed and nuzzled Kurt's thick hair. "I suppose I should order blood though, that will be expected and I'm not all too opposed to the idea myself."

"Can't they just take it from their slaves?"

"The blood I'm talking about is different. It comes from the veins of humans that have royalty running through them."

"Does it taste different then other people's?"

"Not really, but thanks to simple psychology we're tricked into thinking it does." He laughed.

"Hey maybe you could make a game out of that? You know, serve it in nondescript bottles and tell everyone to guess which is from royalty and which is from a commoner."

"I can't see that going over very well. We don't take kindly to people who play around with blood. Besides, what would be the prize?"

Both men fell silent for a few moments, then: "Perhaps I should set up a suggestion box and see if anyone of my so called guests can think of anything to do that I find agreeable."

"That would be good. Do you think it would work?"

Blaine shrugged, "Not really, but it's worth a shot."
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In the weeks leading up to the celebration, Blaine's mood became increasingly worse.

If any of his coven members started talking about the celebration with excitment within his hearing range, the count would snap at them for it, often suggesting they leave grounds of the Dalton Estates until their happiness had been drained out of them.

Kurt didn't approve of this. He felt Blaine was being much too hard on them and he voiced his thoughts to Blaine on more then one occasion.

Once, after one particular incident with the vampires called Julia and Walter, Kurt even threatened him by withholding sex as well as his blood.

Blaine only scoffed at this, stating that Kurt could never follow through with such a thing.

Kurt had remained silent after that, knowing the count was right. They had been having sex almost every day after thier first encounter and Kurt wasn't sure if he could survive being without it now; though he liked to believe he had more resolve then that.

Two nights before the celebration, Blaine had decided to bend to society's will and allow sexual frivolity to happen under his roof.

"But it can only be between you and your personal human and if it is with another couple, the slaves had better agree to the arangment as well. Furthermore, I don't want to hear about how the house servents were forced into anything. They are to be left alone unless you want a refill of your drink. Am I understood?"

Everyone agreed and that he was and Blaine seemed a littlebit satisfied afterwards.

Phone calls were made to the other coven leaders so that they could spread the word to their underlings.
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The other covens arrived sometime during sunset.

The expensive cars pulled up to the mansion almost simutaneously and Kurt was reminded of the eeire scenes in the horror movies that he had seen since discovering television.

Blaine stood at the threshold of the door greeting everyone, Kurt by his side. The vampire took the liberty of whispering the names of each count or countess in Kurt's ear as each vampire passed by them.

The second to last was the leader of the Carmel Coven. He was a handsome man with black hair and brown eyes. He seemed to have a permanent smirk on his face and it was easy to see the judgement in his eyes as he drew level with them.

The vampire had a human with him, but it was shrouded in a hooded coat that made it impossible to even tell what its sex was.

"Wow, so you finally broke down and got one, hu, Anderson?"

Kurt leveled his gaze with the other man and stared definatly into his eyes.

"What's his name?"

"None of your damned business," Blaine snapped.

The other vampire quirked an eyebrow, "Not the most gracious host, are we?"

Blaine sniffed the air and he flicked his gaze towards St. James's slave.

"You have a new one, St. James?" Blaine's voice held surprise in it, "Didn't you just get one."

"I grew tired of her," St. James said carelessly, "she didn't have much personality, this one can at least sing almost as good as I can."

The Carmel count grinned and wrapped an arm around the human's waist, pulling her closer to him. He grabbed the edge of her hood and pulled it off her head and Kurt's mouth fell open.

"What's wrong with your human, Anderson?"

"Kurt?"

Kurt wordlessly shook his head. He had been expecting the glazed over look in the woman's eyes, but he had not expected to know her. Standing before him was none other then his friend and occasional rival, Rachel Berry.

When Kurt refused to answer, St. James shook his head.

"You sure know how to pick 'em, Anderson." With that, the vampire led Rachel into the mansion and out of sight.

"Kurt, what's wrong with you?"

"I know her. St. James's human, I know her. We belong to the same colony.

Blaine's hazel eyes grew wide as he took in this information. Before he could say anything, however, the McKinley Coven began trickling into the house and Karofsky couldn't pass up the opportunity to make a snide comment.

"Well, well, you still haven't made the boy bend to your will, hu?"

Blaine bared his teeth, "Shut up, Karofsky, and you had better abide by my rules tonight or I will take it upon myself to punish you and fuck the rules that say I can't."

"Oh, don't worry about that, Warbler; I honestly don't care who beats up my coven members as long as you have a good reason for it."

Kurt, Blaine and Karofsky all looked up to see a six foot blonde woman mounting the stairs. She had a cool, calculating look about her that sent a shiver down Kurt's spine.

"Get inside, idiot," she told Karofsky calmly and the burly vampire scurried inside, yanking his slave along behind him.

"Kurt, this is Countess Sue Sylvester, leader of the McKinley Coven."

Kurt's lips twitched upon hearing her name. It seemed so...ordinary compared to her menacing aura that he just found it funny.

"What do you find so amusing, Porcelain?"

Kurt bit his lip and ducked his head, "Nothing, Countess Sylvester."

Sue sniffed and continued on inside.

Once she was gone, Kurt whispered to Blaine, "Porcelain?"

"Don't worry, if she gives you a nickname it means she likes you...at least I think that's what it means."

One of the house servents shut the door as Blaine led Kurt back inside.

The celebration started out well enough, Blaine had the imported blood served along with alcoholic drinks. It was easy to tell when more then half of the vampires were intoxicated as they began taking full advantage of the only act of debauchery they were allowed.

Many of the vampires were fucking their slaves right there on the floor of the expansive ballroom they had all been brought to for the celebration. Others had their slaves against the walls or were sitting in chairs and some were bent over the long table that held the drinks on it.

Kurt turned away from the grunts adn screams of the participants in disgust.

"Why don't you head on up to our room," Blaine suggested, "don't think you need to put yourself through this for me."

"I'm not doing it for you," Kurt said, "I've been trying to find Rachel."

"Who?"

Kurt rolled his eyes, "St. James's new human."

"Oh, that's right."

"Did you see where they went?"

Blaine shook his head, "No, I'm sorry."

Kurt scanned the ballroom again, lip curling at the sight of so many withering bodies in various states of undress.

"And the crowd's too thick for me to find them."

"I can easily contact St. James after the celebration. Perhaps I could negotiate something with him. It'll be hard and I'm not making any promises or anything, but maybe I could catch him off guard if he's hungover."

"Would it matter? I mean, he's got her hypnotized."

"He can release her from his control at any time and in fact," he paused, "in fact it could slip slightly if his brain's clouded enough. What I mean is, she might be able to recognize you if St. James is drunk enough right now."

Kurt's eyes snapped to the vampire's face, "Honestly?"

"When have you ever known me to lie to you?"

"Now I really need to find her," the human mumbled.

He scanned the room again and Blaine caught the determined look in his eyes. "You going in?"

"I think I might have to."

"Fine, but I'm coming with."

Kurt nodded his thanks and the pair headed into the mass of grinding couples.

When they were half way in, Kurt brushed against someone's back and a meaty had was suddenly clasping his wrist. Kurt yelped as the hand tightened and he felt his bones shift under the pressure.

He heard a snarl of range and turned just in time to see Blaine launch himself at the culprit.

The two of them fell to the ground and Kurt saw that he had been saved from Karofsky.

Big surprise.

"I thought I made it perfectly clear that you are not to touch any human that is not you own!"

Blaine's hands were wrapped around Karofsky's neck and the veins on the backs of his hands stood out in sharp relief as he applied pressure to the other vampire's windpipe.

Karofsky was still clothed, although he had his pants open so that his pulsing cock was inches away from brushing against Blaine's groin.

His slave was completly nude, except for the collar that had been on him when Kurt had first met the two. The human was bent over the table with his ass presented. The slave seemed oblivious to the fact that his master was on the floor.

Karofsky's hands scrabbled at Blaine's back and he grabbed a fist full of Blaine's shirt. The McKinley vampire pushed up against Blaine's chest with one hand and yanked back on his shirt with the other, wrenching him loose.

With a wild cry, Karofsky whirled them both around and slammed Blaine into the wall, bearing down on him with a deranged look dancing in his eyes.

Without thinking about what it might cost him, Kurt rushed forwards and gripped one of Karofsky's massive forearms.

"Let go of him!" Kurt shouted, pulling with all his might at the vampire.

Karofsky was distracted for a few seconds and that was all Blaine needed. The count kicked Karofsky right in the groin, causing the other vampire to give a shout and release Blaine all at the same time.

The count stumbled over to Kurt and stood in front of him protectively.

Karofsky was in too much misery to get up anyway. Instead he rolled back and forth on the floor, a stream of curses issuing from him as he craddled the abused area.

Karofsky's slave had snapped out of his trance and was now kneeling on the floor by his master with a worried expression.

"Blaine, what the hell did you do!" Thadeous demanded, dashing onto the scene with a horrified expression.

"He threatened Kurt," answered Blaine at the same time Kurt said: "He attacked Blaine."

"Bullshit!" exclaimed Karofsky's slave. "My master did nothing. Count Anderson attacked him unprovoked!"

"Considering you were being screwed, I really doubt you have any idea what happened!" retorted Kurt, stepping out from behind Blaine and glaring daggers at the slave.

"Shut up, all of you!"

The crowd, who had been watching this exchange with growing interest, looked around to see Sue striding towards them.

"I was watching the whole thing and I have something to say to each of you," her piercing gaze roved over the two humans and two vampires.

"First, Porcelain--"

"I didn't do anything!"

"Kurt." He looked over to see Blaine shaking his head vigorously and giving him a look that clearly said, 'Shut up if you value your life.'

Kurt fell silent, but kept the scowl on his face.

"As I was saying, Porcelain, you need to watch where you're going. If you hadn't run into him like you did then he never would have grabbed you.

"Second, Warbler, you did not have to act so rashly. Meathead didn't actually do anything and you shouldn't have attacked him unless he started to violate Porcelain.

"Third, Weedy, your master did in fact grab Count Anderson's slave first, so don't pretend you know what actually happened.

"Forth, Meathead, you had no buisness whatsoever grabbing Porcelain the way you did since it did go against Warbler's rules.

"Now, since it looks like nither one of you will be able to do anything more tonight, I suggest Weedy escort Meathead out to the limousine and you can both wait there until it's time to leave."

Under Sue's intense glare, 'Weedy' quickly did as he was told.

The ballroom remained silent as everyone watched the slave bring Karofsky outside, then all eyes turned to Sue as if they were awaiting instructions.

"Well, carry on!"

With that, the countess spun on her heel and stormed out of the ballroom without a backwards glance.

Slowly, as if being released from a trance, the vampires turned back to their slaves and the couples began fucking again with renewed vigor.

Kurt felt a squirm in his gut that he recognized as arousal as the smell of sex hit him like a brick wall.

Blaine must have sensed it, for his nostrils flared and he fixed Kurt with an unblinking gaze.

"Maybe we should leave," he suggested.

Kurt nodded numbly and the vampire led Kurt back out of the room before one of them did something stupid.
////
Kurt's search for Rachel proved unsuccessful for the rest of the night and he had to settle on waiting until everyone was leaving before catching a glimpse of her again.

"Do you want me to tell him to stay behind?"

"No, I don't want to attempt snapping her out of it with St. James watching. Plus I don't want anyone finding out what we're up to."

"Very well."

Sue was the last one to leave and she nodded briefly to them before sauntering off to her car.

"Blaine, does she have some sort of power?"

"Power?"

"Yeah, I mean, no one even moved when she broke up the fighting so I was just wondering if she was some sort of hidden power or something that she uses to control people with."

"Oh, she has a power alright, but there's nothing secret about it. It's called a menacing demeanor."

Kurt smiled grimly at the vampire's attempt at humor.

"Why does she call you 'warbler'?"

"When I was first turned the only time anyone ever heard my voice was when I sang. It's how I comforted myself and so she found it appropriate to give me a nickname relating to a bird."

A slight pause, then: "What did you think of her?"

"She's very...different."

Blaine chuckled, "Told you. Now, unless I am much mistaken, your blood and body still sing for a passionate hour or two. How about we go up to the bedroom and I can take care of it for you?"

Kurt felt his cock throb, "Sounds good to me."