Blaine could hear their laughter from where he crouched hidden on the crest of hill with Kurt, Finn, Puck and Santana (who was currently in her wolf shape).

Blaine heard a low growl work its way up Santana's throat and he lightly placed a hand on her shoulder to quiet her. The werewolf threw him an angry glance and he quickly pulled his hand away. Werewolves might have full sense and control over themselves as a wolf, but Santana wasn't someone to mess with at the best of times.

As soon as the slavers had the door shut and the bolt was drawn to lock it, Blaine stood up and began strolling casually towards them, Santana slinking along beside him. Werewolves were about the size of a mountain lion and so it was no wonder that the four slavers stared at her warily.

"Evening, gentlemen," Blaine said cheerfully.

"Good evening," said the slaver who Blaine immediately took to be the leader of the quartet. The slaver squinted at him and then recognition dawned on him. "Are you Count Anderson?"

"I am. Who might you be?"

"I'm called Derek."

"Nice to meet you, Derek," Blaine extended his hand and the slaver shook it jovially.

"So, you got a new batch then, hu?" Blaine jerked his head towards the shack to make the meaning of his words clear.

"Sure do. And I tell ya, they were some of the trickiest basterds to catch. Got 'em in the end though," Derek slapped the side of the shack proudly. "Would you like to see 'em? They're not to go to auction until this weekend, but I figure no one would mind if you were to see them early, you being a count and all."

Blaine rubbed the side of his face, pretending to mull it over.

"Ah, sure, why not?"

Derek nodded and unbolted the shack door. Blaine stepped in after him with Santana following at their heels.

"Ah, I'm not too sure about letting the werewolf in here."

"She'll be fine."

"I don't know. I've heard stories about the werewolves. People are saying they can't be trusted anymore."

"I can assure you that you have nothing to worry about."

Derek still looked dubious, but allowed Santana to pass the threshold of the shack. As soon as she was inside, three gun shots went off in rapid succession.

"What the fuck was that!" Derek spun around just in time to see his three companions crumple to the ground.

Blaine grabbed him roughly by the shirt collar and yanked him backwards, shoving the barrel of a gun against his temple.

"You move or call for help and you die. Understand?"

"Wh--"

Blaine pressed the barrel harder into Derek's temple.

"Do you understand?"

Derek nodded, still dumbfounded.

The sound of three sets of footsteps could be heard and Kurt, Puck and Finn were soon in their line of sight.

"I'm not sure yours died, Finn," Puck nodded towards one of the vampires who was still twitching slightly.

"I hit him right in the middle of the forehead," Finn protested.

"Don't worry, Finn," Blaine told him, "you got him. He was just younger then the other two so his nerves are still pretty sensitive."

"How are the prisoners?"

"They'll be fine once we get them out of that cage."

"No problem," said Puck. The mohawked young man strode up to the cage, aimed his gun at the padlock and shot it off.

The door swung open on old hinges, giving the prisoners a clear passage out.

"Come on," Puck motioned with his gun, "what are you waiting for?"

"Waving that gun around isn't going to make them trust you, Puckerman," Kurt said, rolling his eyes.

"Oh come on, we just saved your lives."

"W-what about him?" one of the females asked, pointing at Blaine.

"Don't worry, Blaine's not going to let that freak go," Puck sneered at Derek who was watching them all with burning eyes.

"I think she was referring to me, Noah."

"Oh. Don't worry, he's on our side."

"But he's a vampire."

"Yeah, but he's pretty okay regardless."

"Ma'am, may I point out that I am rather outnumbered at the moment, three of your jailers are dead and this fine werewolf, Santana, here will gladly rip my throat out if I try anything."

Santana jerked her head in what was unmistakingly a nod. She wagged her tail a bit as if to encourge them.

This seemed to be enough incentive for the prisoners as they filed out of the cage and followed Puck and Finn outside.

"Come on, you," Blaine hissed in Derek's ear.

The count marched the other vampire outside, gun pressed to his temple the whole time.

"Yeah, we've got them," Blaine heard Kurt speaking to their contact. There was a moment's pause, then: "Okay, see you soon."

Kurt hung up and told the others that their contact would arrive in about three minute's time.

Sure enough, a black van was soon pulling up near the shack. Puck and Finn opened the door and ushered the prisoners inside. They were a little reluctanat at first, but slipped inside without complaint.

Puck, Finn and Kurt followed them inside. Blaine handed Derek off to Thadeous, the driver, who shoved Derek into the front seat of the van so that the slaver was sitting between him and Santana who had jumped into the passanger seat.

Blaine stepped into the back of the van and shut the door behind him. Thadeous started the van and began driving back to base.

As Kurt and Blaine split away from the rest of their unit, they were stopped by Shelby Corcoran.

"I need to speak to with the two of you in my office now."

The couple glanced at each other and followed the leader of the werewolves to her office, seating themselves in the chairs facing the desk.

Corcoran remained standing as she summed the two of them up.

"I've been thinking of sending the two of you, as well as some others, to New York City. Jeremiah has been requesting help there as he believes his unit has uncovered something rather deep and needs people he can send out to investigate that aren't known in the area."

Kurt felt his stomach clench. He didn't like the sound of this. Blaine still had feelings for Jeremiah even though he had never truly admitted it to Kurt. Jeremiah had made it clear to the human that he would in no way try persuing Blaine, but Kurt wasn't sure how well the count would be able to function being around his former lover all the time.

"What does he think he's uncovered?" Blaine asked.

"Jeremiah will fill you in on the details once you arrive. So, what do you think Count Anderson, would you like to help him out?"

Kurt studied Blaine's face as his eyes became unfocused, thinking.

Finally he said, "Of course. If he really thinks he needs the help."

"Excellent. You're dismissed. Think of whom you wish to bring with you. They've requested ten so you need to pick eight more. I'll set everything up with the New York operatives."

Blaine nodded. He and Kurt stood up and headed back to their room Once there, Kurt closed the door and rounded on Blaine.

"Blaine, are you absolutely sure you'll be able to handle this?"

"Why wouldn't I be able to handle it?" he said slowly.

"I mean being around Jeremiah for an indefinite amount of time."

Blaine laughed, "Kurt, I'm with you. I don't think about Jeremiah in that way anymore. I've told you that."

Kurt nodded, "Yes, you say that and yet whenever you were around Jeremiah before he was sent to New York, you looked like he was the eighth wonder of the world."

"Kurt, if I gave him a look like that then you should know that you have nothing to worry about. After all, you're the first wonder of my world so if he's at the number eight spot, he can't be that fasinating."

Kurt rolled his eyes, "So you're just going to ignore the fact you still have feelings for him?"

"I do--"

"Yes, you do, Blaine," Kurt interrupted, "even Jeremiah could see it. That's why he tried avoiding you all the time. He didn't want to risk breaking us up."

"So what, you're mad at me now?"

"No. I just want you to admit your feelings. Otherwise you're never going to be able to really get over them."

"Fine, okay. I'll admit that when I first saw him it brought back memories. Good memories."

Kurt nodded, "Is that it?"

Blaine shrugged, "I guess so. I certainly didn't fantizes about having sex with him if that's what you're implaying."

They were silent for awhile.

"Fine. That'll do for now, I suppose."

"Good, then can we talk about who we want to accomany us? Thadeous will kill me if I don't bring him and Michael since he seems to think he's my bodygaurd."

"Right, so that's two right there. I defiantly want Mercedes to come."

"Agreed," said Blaine.

"And I can't see Finn letting me out of his sight again because he thinks he owes it to our father to protect me."

"That's understandable. I also get the feeling that Puck won't let Finn go off with us and, quite frankly, I would perfer it if he came along since they work so well together."

"Won't it look a little suspicious if you're seen travling with four of your 'slaves'?"

Blaine shook his head, "Not if I give you each a title."

"A title?"

"Yes. I would identify you as my lover, Mercedes as my dresser and Finn and Puck as my gaurds."

"Hm..."

"Or, we could ask three other members of my coven if they would agree to act as their masters."

Kurt frowned, "But the rest of your coven already has a personal human."

"True, but there are three members in particular who have personal humans that have decided they're not cut out for war."

Kurt's frown turned into a smile, "David, Nick and Jeff."

"That'd be them."

"So who do you think should be paired with whom?"

"I figure David and Mercedes would have no problem putting up the ruse together. They get along so well after all. Nick would be the most patient with Finn and his blundering and then Jeff would be matched with Puck by defult."

"Are you sure it's a good idea to put Jeff and Puck together?"

"Oh, you'd be surprised. Jeff's the oldest out of us which also means he's the strongest. He would have no trouble making that clear to Puck."

"Sounds good," said Kurt, "should we round them up and clear with them before telling Corcoran?"

After convincing Puck that it was the only way, Blaine informed Shelby of their choices.

"Good, I'll call him and tell him."

"Do you know when we'll need to leave?"

"I believe he said he's not planning on making a move until Saturday so probably Friday. I'll let you know for sure tomorrow night. You go and get some rest."

Blaine nodded and went back to his and Kurt's room.

Kurt was already lying down on the bed when he got back to their room.

"What did she say?"

Blaine told him.

"Sounds good."

Blaine grabbed his nightclothes from the dresser and began to change.

"Hey, Blaine, how tired are you?"

Blaine looked up at him and their gazes locked.

A slow smile crossed Blaine's features at the seductive look Kurt was aiming at him.

"I could stay up a little longer."

"So could I. Too bad we don't have a TV to watch or any books to read though..."

"Oh, I'm sure I could cure you of your boredom quite well."

Blaine peeled off his underwear, the only thing he had still been clothed in, and laughed as Kurt's gaze instantly dropped to Blaine's half-mast erection.

Kurt stripped off his own clothes as Blaine retrieved the lube from their nightstand and kneeled on the bed at Kurt's feet.

Kurt got to his own knees and took the bottle from Blaine's hand, setting it on the mattress before wrapping his arms around Blaine's waist and claiming his mouth in a passion filled kiss.

Blaine's returning kiss was hungry as he began moving his body up and down along Kurt's, rubbing their growing erections together in the process. Kurt moaned and ground his groin into Blaine's, causing both of them to spring fully to life.

Blaine's fingertips trailed ligtly up and down Kurt's spine, making the human shudder in pleasure. Kurt leaned closer to Blaine's body until the vampire had no other choice but to bend over backwards so that his legs were trapped under his body.

Blaine's hands moved down Kurt's body and he began kneading his ass hard enough to make Kurt gasp. The count extended his middle finger and began to press at Kurt's entrance.

"A bit eager are we?"

"I can't help it."

"Right, because you're just as greedy as any other vampire."

"No, that's just me."

Kurt snorted and reached back to take Blaine's wrist. He lifted the vampire's arm above his head and pinned the extremity to the mattress.

"Come on now, you know I like foreplay."

"Fine, then I'll give you foreplay."

Kurt have him a quizzical look and then shouted in surprise as Blaine gathered the strengh in his legs, flipping them over so that Blaine was suddenly on top.

Kurt still had a hold of Blaine's wrist, but Blaine broke his grip and moved down to Kurt's legs. The vampire began licking Kurt's balls, perineum and penis. Kurt arched his hips and Blaine wrapped his hand around Kurt's penis, pumping the organ ever faster as Kurt's groans grew louder.

Blaine brought him to the edge of orgasm before letting go, eliciting a sound of disappointment from his lover.

Blaine stretched his body over Kurt's and calimed his mouth in a kiss. He made sure to keep his body raised enough so that the heads of their cocks were inches away from touching.

Kurt linked his arms around Blaine's waist and pulled gently to try and get some friction on his aching cock.

"Oh no you don't," Blaine told him, purposely arching his hips higher. "I thought you wanted foreplay?"

"I do, but that doesn't mean I wanted to be starved either."

"You are so hard to please," he chuckled. Blaine kissed him lightly on the lips and then turned so that they were in the 69 position.

Blaine lowered his mouth and ran his tongue over the head of Kurt's cock. He felt Kurt's lips around his penis and he shut his eyes in contentment as Kurt hummed and the vibrations shot through him.

The count propped himself up on an elbow and wrapped his other hand around Kurt's cock. He tucked his thumb into his palm and pressed against Kurt's ejaculatory vein and started his rhythmic pumping.

Kurt's hums grew more insistent and his hips jerked spasmodically under Blaine. The vampire wished he could give Kurt the same sensation he was giving Blaine and wondered briefly if he should risk it. But no, he couldn't do that as his fangs could permanently damage the boy's organ.

While thinking this, Blaine suddenly got an idea that just might give Kurt the best orgasm of his life. He eyed the throbbing vein that ran all the way up Kurt's leg. It was known as the great saphenous vein and he heard that biting into it while his partner was orgasming, it would cause greater pleasure then taking blood from the neck.

He continued stroking Kurt and began kissing Kurt's inner thigh. He increased the pumping until he could feel Kurt practically bucking into his hand.

"Oh...Blaine, I...if you...oh, ah...I'm going to come soon."

Blaine stopped his kissing long enough to tell Kurt to tell him when he could no longer hold back. He wasn't sure if Kurt heard him over his own heavy breathing, but a few minutes later Kurt told him he was going to come whether or not he wanted him to.

"Oh I want you to, Kurt, trust me."

He felt the ejaculatory vein pressed against his thumb throb and sank his fangs into Kurt's great saphenous vein just as Kurt's hips arched completly off the bed.

He heard Kurt squeal, but it sounded muffled and he wondered if Kurt was biting down on his fist to keep quiet. He didn't look up though, only concentrated on the rich blood filling his mouth.

Kurt's orgasm seemed to last forever, his hips continuing to thrust into the air as he spilled his seed all over Blaine's hand. Finally, he fell still and all that could be heard was harsh breathing and (to Blaine)Kurt's wildly beating heart.

Blaine lapped up the remaining blood, both to clean Kurt's leg and to help speed up the healing process of the already closing wound.

Blaine righted himself, letting go of Kurt's cock in the process. He gazed at Kurt who had passed out with the intensity of the act. He watce dhim for a few more seconds before glanceing down at his hand which was covered in sperm.

Not wanting to leave the bed, Blaine licked his hand off, savoring Kurt's taste in his mouth. The young man had always eaten healthy and as a result, his ejaculate had never tasted bad. The vampire cleaned up hte few lines that had been sprayed across Kurt's chest before settling down next to Kurt.

He brushed a strand of hair off of the human's sweaty forehead and kissed him gently on the brow.

"I hope you really liked that."

He shut his eyes but snapped them open again when he heard Kurt's voice.

"I did."

Blaine grinned and drifted off to sleep.