"Do you have any guesses as to where he went?" Kurt asked in a quiet voice as he slid the sword into the scabbard he had slung across his back. They had jumped into Chelsea's car, taking off in a cloud of dust, and were barreling down the road. She swallowed hard.

"The cemetery," she replied softly.

"What?!" Kurt snapped. "Seriously, Chelsea? You're a Watcher for fuck's sake! You let your son just hang out in cemeteries where vampires are most likely to be?!" She leveled him with a glare and he sank back in his seat.

"No, Kurt. I don't just LET him 'hang out in cemeteries'! And don't you cuss at me. Of course I tell him not to, but as you so observantly pointed out earlier, he is not a child and I cannot control him. He knows the dangers very well... but when he is upset or needs to think something over he always goes to talk to his father."

Kurt was silent then. He could understand that. He went to talk to his own mother at the cemetery whenever something was on his mind. He smiled for a moment, realizing how much he had in common with this boy. The smile faded quickly though when he felt the weapons on his back and at his sides, remembering why they were racing down the road at a breakneck pace. His mind flashed to a life without the curly haired boy and he closed his eyes, shocked at how his entire world felt like it had been blown apart at the mere thought. He shook his head quickly, forcing himself to clear his mind. He couldn't go into battle like this. There was no way he would win. He finally felt like he could comprehend what people meant when they said they'd been emotionally compromised.

"How well trained is he?" He tried, and failed, to keep the tremors from his voice. Chelsea's head snapped toward him and she glanced appraisingly before focusing back on the road. She thought for a moment before answering.

"He obviously doesn't have the strength and skill that you were gifted with. He is my son though, and I've trained him since he could walk." She smiled a tiny bit as she skidded onto the next road. "I'd say you're about as evenly matched as is possible for you to be... but he actually uses his head."

Kurt smirked despite himself, starting to feel a little hope.

Blaine sat quietly in front of Marc Anderson's tombstone, absently picking pieces of grass from around him.

"I think the thing that bothers me the most is that... Okay. Here this guy is... cute, funny, smart, definitely in to me (he smiled to himself)... and he's mine. It's special, just the two of us... until mom comes home. They automatically have this rapport. A crazy, whacked out, wanting to kill each other rapport... but there's no denying how close they are. I mean, I would never tell her this, but it always bothered me a little when she would talk to me about him. I never even knew who he was then and I was a little bit jealous of their relationship." He sighed and shook his head, hating how this sounded out loud. He had never said it out loud before, even to his dad. He sounded like a petty child. He took a deep breath. He couldn't help feeling this way and he might as well get it all out now.

"Even when she complained about his attitude and 'lack of respect for tradition', I could tell how much she cared about him. You know, it's just been me and her for the last five years." He swallowed the lump in his throat and randomly picked a thread from the seam on his jeans. "I've been a little afraid that he would edge me out eventually. I mean, he's the slayer with the natural ability and the calling. Then... when I saw them together today... I suddenly wasn't just afraid of her loving him more then me... I was afraid of HIM loving HER more than me." He irritatedly wiped at a tear that had escaped from the corner of his eye. "How fucked up is that?"

"Pretty fucked up."

Blaine dove to his feet when a voice dripping with fake sympathy spoke from his left. He strained his eyes but could only make out a shadowy figure in the trees. It was still early in the evening, but being mid-October, the sun had already sunk down in the sky and it was growing dark.

"Who are you?" He asked, already knowing deep in his gut who it was... well, what it was.

"Oh, a friend of a friend... so to speak. I've been waiting to talk to you, actually. That mother of yours has you very well protected. You probably don't even realize how constantly watched you are." The figure laughed then, stepping out into plain sight and the teen took a step back. "That's pretty funny. 'Watched'. I wasn't even tying to make a pun. I guess I'm just a naturally funny kind of guy."

Blaine swallowed hard as the man took another few steps closer and forced himself to stay still, even though his instinct was to run as fast as he could. He was just a boy and a vampire could outrun him any day of the week. He needed to rely on his training and his brains. The vampire looked away momentarily and motioned for something still hidden in the trees. Blaine glanced around, desperately seeking out some type of weapon. The teen focused back on the figure that was now striding steadily toward him, formulating his plan quickly.

"I see you're not laughing," the man said with a mock sigh. "Oh well, not everyone can be your fan." In that moment he lunged toward the boy, but Blaine was ready. The second the vampire was within reach, he grabbed ahold of him and pushed him down while jumping in the air at the same moment. He stepped on the man's shoulders and used his opponent's momentum to propel himself up in the air. As he leapt, he grabbed ahold of a sharp, broken branch that he had spotted moments ago and snapped it off before landing back on the ground steadily.

The vamp looked at him in shock, clearly not expecting this. He growled in anger as he dove back toward the boy. Again, Blaine was ready for him. As the larger man rushed at him he quickly ducked then stood, flipping him over his back. The moment the vampire was on the ground the teen whipped around and jammed the branch through his heart. Just before the vamp broke apart from the core and disintegrated, Blaine saw the utter shock and fear in his eyes.

The curly haired boy smirked and spoke softly, "You're right. I'm definitely not your biggest fan."

He was just getting ready to stand when felt something breeze lightly over his head. His heart started beating faster when he saw Kurt diving through the air, a fierce look on his face and a slim blade in his hand.

It was in that moment that he realized they weren't alone. He suddenly remembered how the vampire had been motioning toward the trees when he had been looking for a weapon and was kicking himself for being caught by surprise once again. His mother had trained him better than this.

Several figures were making their way from the small woods, but Blaine could tell from one glance that they were not of the same make as his previous enemy. They were obviously vampires too, but there was something off about them. They seemed more animal than anything else... and incredibly dense. One walked into a tree and couldn't figure out it's way around. Suddenly another lunged at Kurt, baring it's fangs. He realized, stupid or not, it was still dangerous.

Luckily though, Kurt was much more dangerous. With one smooth swing he loped off the creature's head and spun around, sword poised and ready as two more approached him.

"Look at this. More little lost puppies," he snarked while quickly leaping to Blaine's side so they were back to back. His voice was strong and confident but when he let go of his sword with one hand to briefly squeeze Blaine's fingers, the shorter teen could feel that it was cold and clammy. The knowledge that the other boy was feeling fear of any type oddly filled him with courage. The slayer had always seemed like a fairy tale to him. Too good to be true and not quite human. Being thrust into the knowledge that the boy he was on a date with was one and the same had thrown him for a loop and had made him feel insecure. Knowing that this boy was indeed human, and feeling the same emotions that he did, was strangely freeing. It didn't occur to him that Kurt's fear wasn't for himself but for the boy he had come to care about in such a short time.

The slayer quickly released the other boy's fingers and gripped the sword with both hands again. Blaine barely heard him whisper, "Reach around and get the stake from my jacket pocket."

"You'd think you guys would learn your lesson when your equally stupid brothers kept disappearing," he said with a calm smile while the eight creatures left surrounded them in a circle. Blaine reached his hand around and slid it across Kurt's chest, feeling for the hidden stake. For just a moment, both boys faltered at the intimate touch, but jerked themselves back to reality when two of the vampires snarled and hissed.

"I really don't mind putting you all down," Kurt said in a sing-song voice. Blaine found the stake and grasped it firmly, lightly tapping his hand against the slayer's chest to let him know that he was ready.

"What I mind," Kurt suddenly dove forward, slicing off the heads of two vamps at once and yelling in a now harsh voice, "Is you trying to kill my boyfriend!"

Blaine ducked backward as one of the creatures threw a clumsy punch, reaching up an arm to knock the fist to the side and staking him quickly. He squatted down completely and swung out a leg, knocking another creature off of his feet and staking him as well before turning to see how Kurt was faring. He couldn't help but take a moment to admire the other boy's grace and strength, and then laugh at his ability to make jokes all while barely breaking a sweat.

"Bad puppies!" He swung the sword to the right, decapitating yet another creature.

"You don't..." He swung the sword to the left, one more down.

"Try and kill..." He tossed the sword back into it's scabbard and pulled another stake from his back pocket. He took a short run to gain some momentum and jumped into the air, connecting a sound flying kick to another creature's head, knocking it to the ground. He landed on top of it and punched it in the face.

"Other!" He slammed the creatures head back into the ground with another solid punch.

"People's!" Blood squirted across the creature's face as the teen broke his nose, the fist slamming into him once more.

"Boyfriends!" He raised up the stake and stabbed it through the heart. He stood and swung around to face Blaine as the dust cleared. They both smiled at each other in relief, breathing heavily.

The last vampire stood off to the side, eyeing them warily. It must have been slightly smarter than the others because it seemed to catch on to the fact that it was clearly outmatched. It hesitated, before turning to run, stumbling in the process. Kurt moved to go after it, but Blaine surprised him. He stepped up to the slayer and reached his arms around him, grabbing the sword from it's sheath. He ran after the creature and neatly sliced it's head from it's shoulders.

He slowly walked back up to the other boy and reached his arms around him once again, replacing the sword. A look of shock had been on the slayer's face but it was slowly replaced by a smile.

"You've got some pretty impressive moves," he said softly. Blaine let out a tiny laugh as he settled his hands backs to his sides.

"You too, but I guess that's not a surprise seeing as we have the same teacher." They just smiled at each other shyly for a moment before Blaine was hit with a realization.

"Wait! My mom. Where is she?"

"She's coming," Kurt reassured him quickly. "I may or may not have dove out of the moving car when I spotted you. I'm guessing she'll be along in just a moment." Blaine raised an eyebrow.

"You dove out of a moving car for me, huh?"

"Probably not the most well thought out thing I've ever done, but well worth it." Kurt was a little annoyed at how breathless he was sounding. The only thing he could really focus on was the fact that they were inching closer and closer and that Blaine's lips were so close to his. Memories of earlier kisses made him want to leap forward, but he swallowed and moved the tiniest bit, thoroughly enjoying the anticipation.

"Well, even though I was handling myself just fine, I deeply appreciate the thought." Blaine took another step forward and stopped just before connecting their lips, taking a moment to breathe the other boy in.

"You're welcome," Kurt whispered, moving to close the last bit of space between them.

Just as their lips touched they heard three soft swishes and thuds, one right after the other. They quickly jerked their heads up to see another one of the creatures pinned to a tree by three arrows, one through the head and each shoulder. It must have been separated from the rest of it's group and was now attempting to sneak up on the boys while they were distracted. They were embarrassed to admit that it had been working. A small, lithe figure was striding angrily toward it, tossing a crossbow to the side. Chelsea grabbed out the two sharp knives from her belt and scissored them, placing them on either side of the creature's neck.

"Don't touch my son," she said in a deadly voice before pulling the knives together in opposite directions, cutting the vampire's head off with a sickening crunch. She turned to the boys and pulled Blaine to her in a tight hug before stepping back and looking Kurt in the eye. She sighed and then patted both boys on the back.

"Let's get going, shall we. It's past supper time and we have a lot to discuss." She took off back toward the car without a backward glance. The boys grinned at each other and linked their fingers together, following in Chelsea's footsteps. Suddenly, Kurt stopped in his tracks though and groaned. Blaine paused with him and looked at him with concern.

"What?"

"I missed dinner with my family, my dad's gonna be pissed."

Blaine rubbed his hand soothingly, "We'll come up with some sort of cover story. I'm sure you have to do it all the time." Kurt just shook his head in frustration.

"It's not just that. We were supposed to have a big talk tonight..." he groaned again as he trailed off. "I almost forgot. You're mom's gonna be so pissed about that." Blaine couldn't help but snort a small laugh.

"You seem to have a lot of people pissed at you."

Kurt sighed and shook his head as they kept on walking. "Story of my life, baby."

Blaine stayed silent but continued to stoke the other boy's hand with his thumb.

Kurt smiled to himself, thinking that as long as that hand was holding his, people being pissed at him didn't seem nearly so bad.

A dark, slim figure sighed in irritation and threw the stub of his cigarette to the ground as he watched the trio make it's way from the cemetery.

This was getting more and more irritating. He hadn't planned on the boy being so well trained. Chelsea had been much more diligent than he'd realized.

He also hadn't planned on a connection between the boy and the slayer. If he was reading things correctly it looked like it might even be a romantic relationship. On one hand that complicated matters, the boy would be even better protected now. On the other hand, it gave him leverage when it came to the slayer.

He leaned up against the tree trunk behind him as he contemplated the situation. The boy really wasn't his ultimate goal, he was just a means to an end. He watched with slitted eyes as the two teen held hands and followed the Watcher to her car. A smile spread across his face. He could use this. This could work.

He turned quickly and darted off at a super human pace. Now for the next phase. He smiled to himself. Scare tactics were his favorite part of strategizing. He really loved to watch the fear in people's eyes.

"First of all, can I ask what in the world you were thinking, diving out of the car like that?" Chelsea snapped once they were in the vehicle.

"I was thinking that my boyfriend, your son, had assassins out after him and that I needed to get to him as soon as possible," Kurt snapped back from his place in the backseat, still gripping Blaine's hand tightly. The other boy blanched at the word assassins and opened his mouth to speak but Chelsea cut him off.

"You take no time to properly assess situations though. You dove out of the car without thought for..."

"The lead vamp was bearing down on Blaine. Four of the pack were flanking from the left. Two more were approaching from the right. One was backing up the leader, whose head I immediately popped off like a dandelion top, and the final idiot of the year was stuck running repeatedly into a tree," Kurt tossed out lazily. Blaine would have believed from his casual tone that he didn't care at all about what was going on, but Kurt's sweaty palm and tight grip on his hand belied him. Chelsea huffed.

"Well, next time warn me please," she responded stiffly.

"Sorry," Kurt muttered.

"Can I interrupt for a moment to ask what the hell you guys are talking about by assassins?" Blaine questioned quietly. The student and teacher exchanged a look through the rearview mirror before Chelsea responded.

"I have some things that I need to tell the both of you, but not here. We'll talk over supper, back at the house."

"You need to take me home, actually," Kurt sighed. "My dad's gonna be pissed enough that I missed dinner without calling him, not to mention we were supposed to have a big talk tonight."

"These are about to become dangerous times, Kurt," Chelsea responded firmly but kindly. "We have come up with believable cover stories for you plenty of times before, we can do so again. I don't need to remind you that you have a higher calling here and that..."

"It's my life, Chelsea!" Kurt blurted out angrily. "I do here some rights left, despite what you think! Blaine's safe for the moment which is all that matters to me."

Despite his irritation at people constantly thinking he needed taking care of, Blaine couldn't help but melt a little at those words. Kurt went on in a rush. "I have something important that I have to take care of. Whatever you have to tell me needs to wait until later tonight."

"You don't understand the precariousness of what is going on right now. Nothing else can take precedence..."

"I'm telling my dad tonight, Chelsea!" She jerked her head to look at him through the rearview mirror. They stared at each other and he finished softly, "I'm telling him everything. I can't do it anymore. I can't keep living a lie... at least not where my family is concerned."

Blaine squeezed the other boy's hand back for the first time since they were in the car. Kurt started at the sudden pressure and turned to look at the curly haired teen. Blaine gave him an encouraging smile and rubbed the back of Kurt's hand lightly with his thumb.

The slayer felt relief wash through him. Just having complete support from one person was an amazing feeling. Even if no one else understood, this boy would. It shocked him that he felt so certain of this, considering how little they actually knew each other.

Chelsea observed their unspoken interactions quietly. It both warmed her heart and terrified her at the same time. She cleared her throat before speaking again.

"Well, you're already late at this point. Let me drop Blaine at home. He's safer there with all of the wards I have in place. I'll take you home then and we can meet up later to discuss everything before you patrol," she sighed as she made the last turn toward their house.

Blaine was about to argue, feeling thoroughly fed up with being treated like he was helpless, when he felt Kurt stiffen next to him and gasp out harshly.

"Fuck."

There, outside the Anderson's house, was a mass of rioting creatures. A thousand at least, snarling, shouting and waving weapons in the air. Most were the simple and animalistic creatures that they had encountered earlier. There many much more dangerous looking creatures too though. Some vampire, some demon, all looking like they were out for blood.

Chelsea slowed the car in shock as they pulled in front of the house. After swearing softly to herself she threw the car back into back drive, preparing to speed off. What they didn't expect was for Blaine to suddenly cry "No!" before ripping the sword from the sheath that was still on Kurt's back, diving out of his door and charging toward the house.

Kurt and Chelsea watched as if in slow motion as the teen brandished the sword above his head. His sole focus a figure standing on the front porch, observing the mass hysteria with a satisfied smirk.

"No. It can't be," Chelsea breathed out, as terrified as Kurt had ever heard her. She fumbled with her seatbelt, desperately trying to go after her son.

"You killed my father! You killed him, you bastard!" Blaine screamed, cutting down the vampires that tried to attack him on either side with barely a second thought.

The figure on the porch watched in amusement and lazily flicked a finger in the air. At his signal, a huge demon off to the right hoisted an enormous javelin in the air and thrusted it in Blaine's direction.

Kurt watched it all with quickly growing terror and finally broke himself from his paralyzed state when he heard Chelsea scream. He scrambled from the car, jumping over the tops of his enemies' heads. He desperately leapt toward the other teen and knocked him to the ground.

Blaine thrust him away in anger, ready to scream at the boy for stopping him when he saw the slayer's face. Every noise and movement around him seemed to fade away as he took in the deathly white skin and closed eyes. A huge spear was piercing all the way through Kurt's shoulder, blood spilling everywhere. Blaine fell to his knees, hands hovering over the boy, shaking and uncertain. He didn't even realize that tears were streaming down his face.

The sound of the swarm of enemies surrounding him suddenly rushed back into his ears. He gripped the sword and leapt to his feet, standing directly over the fallen boy. His heart dropped as hundreds of vampires and demons closed in on them. He could hear his mother from somewhere on the other side of the mass, screaming both of their names and hacking away at the creatures, but he knew she wouldn't reach them in time. There were too many... and the most powerful fighter they had was lying bleeding on the ground... all because of his rashness and stupidity. He chanced one last look at the figure on the porch and the hatred he had kept in his heart for the last five years overwhelmed him. The tall, slim man threw his head back and laughed as he sent Blaine a mocking salute, jumping from the steps and disappearing into the night.

Blaine raised the sword above his head once more, determined to at least go down strong. He was just preparing to lunge his weapon into a charging demon's chest when a huge flash of light caught the attention of every human and monster in the yard.

Before the curly haired teen realized what was happening, a roaring fire zapped through the hoard of monsters, disintegrating the vampires in a single stroke. A sickly green mist quickly followed, causing the demons that were a little more fireproof to choke and gag, falling to the ground with white foam oozing from their mouths.

Blaine finally caught sight of his mother, their enemies having been cleared out of the way. She seemed just as confused as he was, glancing about quickly, trying to figure out what was causing this to happen. He glanced down at Kurt and his heart sank even further, seeing that the blood from his wound had thoroughly soaked the front of the slayer's shirt. He had dropped to his knees, desperate to stop the bleeding, when he breathed in some of the green mist. His mind instantly fogged up and his vision blurred. He felt himself choke and cough and he started to fall forward on top of Kurt when a petite figure bounced to his side.

"Oops! Can't have that!"

Almost instantly his lungs cleared and he was able to breathe easily again. His mind and vision were still foggy though. He thought he saw the flash of a friendly smile just before he passed out.