"So, this is my room." Kurt was bouncing nervously as he ushered Blaine through the door. The curly haired boy looked around in appreciation. The room fit the Slayer perfectly. It was stylish and well decorated, but just a bit messy. The comforter was thrown haphazardly over the corner of the bed and some clothes had been flung across the desk and dresser, looking as if Kurt had tossed them over his shoulder while searching hurriedly for an outfit that morning.

"It's nice," Blaine said in a quiet voice. He looked at the bed and swallowed hard, feeling nervous. Sure, only this afternoon they had been sitting together on the bed in his room. They'd even been kissing... but this was different. They were going to be lying down, next to each other, all night. They both gave each other a sideways glance, but looked away quickly when they caught each other, blushing furiously.

"Um, thanks." Kurt cleared his throat and smiled, shoving his uninjured hand into his pocket awkwardly.

They had been so comfortable with each other earlier today. They both already knew how crazy they were about each other. Maybe that was the reason for the sudden nerves. Being in the same room, in the same bed, really meant something to them both.

"You, uh, you'll need something to sleep in." Kurt said suddenly, going over to his dresser to pull out some sweats. Blaine watched him struggle for just a moment to open it with one hand and quickly stepped over to help him. He placed a hand over Kurt's silently and they pulled the draw open together. He put his other hand on the sling wrapped around Kurt and shook his head, once again feeling regret for his rash actions that had almost gotten this boy killed. He was trying to think of something, anything, to say, when Kurt surprised him.

The slayer winced as he pulled the sling free and yanked Blaine into his arms, holding him close. It was obvious that his injured side was still weak and causing him discomfort, but he held the shorter boy tightly with both arms anyway.

Blaine just stood there for a second, in shock, before he reciprocated, holding Kurt to him just as tightly.

"Please... don't ever do anything like that again," Kurt whispered into Blaine's shoulder. "You scared me so much. You could have died. I can't lose you. I just found you." Blaine closed his eyes and let out a deep breath.

"You scared me just as much. You're not immortal, you know. If you had been hit any lower..."

Kurt didn't say anything at first, knowing Blaine was right. His shoulder was beginning to ache already at being used too soon, but he continued to hold the other boy as tightly as he could.

"Better me than you."

Blaine pulled away then and looked at him with wide eyes.

"How can you say that?"

"I at least have a chance at healing from mortal wounds, Blaine!" Kurt looked downright angry then. "You rushed in there, with no other thought than how angry you were! You almost got yourself killed and you would have accomplished nothing except for giving that man exactly what he wants! You! Dead!"

Blaine stepped backward, Kurt's words feeling like a knife to the heart. They were true, but that didn't stop them from hurting. He turned away and sat on the edge of Kurt's bed, looking out the window.

"Are you channeling my mother right now, or something? I swear that's exactly what she would say if she were here."

Kurt smiled then, feeling his anger drain away. He sat as close to the other boy as he could without actually touching. He didn't want to push too hard right now.

"Well, she has trained me for the last two years. I suppose it was bound to happen." They sat in silence for a moment before Kurt sighed heavily, running a hand over his eyes. "Look, I realize that I don't know the whole story here. I heard enough to know how personal this is though. You have every reason to want this guy dead. You just..." he moved closer then, pulling Blaine with his good arm, forcing the curly haired boy to face him and holding his hand. "You aren't alone. You have to remember that. We're in this together now. You have to come to me."

Blaine looked back at him steadily, trying not to show just how emotional he was feeling.

"Look, I'm sorry for how reckless I was. Trust me, I couldn't be more angry at myself for how my actions affected you and my mom... but you can't expect me to just defer to you on everything. I may not be the Slayer, but I know what I'm doing Kurt. I know I didn't show the best judgment tonight, but mmmph..."

He was stopped mid-sentence when Kurt grabbed either side of his face and pulled him in for a kiss. The Slayer lingered for just a moment for pulling back just enough to look Blaine right in the eye.

"That's not what I meant, Blaine. I wasn't saying that I should be in charge. I meant that we're a team. I can help you and have your back... and you don't need to convince me that you know what you're doing. You proved on multiple occasions tonight that you are probably more talented, and definitely smarter than I am. If we had to fight each other, and I didn't have my gifts as the Slayer to rely on, I'm one hundred percent positive that you would kick my ass."

Blaine laughed a little and looked down, linking their fingers. "Well, let's just hope we're always on the same team then." He looked back up with a little wink and Kurt laughed out loud.

"Thank you, Kurt. I can't tell you how glad I am to be with you. Tonight, fighting together... everything." Blaine looked at the other boy, heart beating fast. Kurt gulped visibly. "Tonight, when we were fighting those vamps in the cemetery, you called me your boyfriend."

"Yeah, I did that, didn't I."

"Are we?"

"Do you want us to be?"

"Do YOU want us to be?"

Silence, then both smiled at each other.

"Let's look at the facts," Blaine stated, sounding like he was teaching.

Kurt couldn't help but laugh to himself at how much this boy sounded like his mother. It was almost disturbing if he let himself think about it, so he didn't.

"We had a date. We kissed multiple times. You saved my life... and, as I said a second ago, you already called me your boyfriend once."

"Blaine?" Kurt grinned.

"Yes, Kurt?" He smiled just as widely.

"Will you be my boyfriend?"

"Yes."

They looked at each other hesitantly for a moment, both feeling flutters in their stomachs as they leaned in once more to kiss.

This time, it was a lot longer before they pulled away.

Chelsea tapped her fingers anxiously on the her lap as some turbulence shook the plane. She absolutely despised that she had to go so far away. Leaving Kurt in the middle of a battle bothered her to no end. Leaving her son, right now, of all times... it ripped her heart out... and terrified her.

She sighed then, closing her eyes, deciding she desperately needed to get some sleep while she could. There was no help for it, she had to go. I was the only way to get what she needed. She needed experience. She needed information. There was only one place, one person who could help her.

Nerves threatened to overtake her though when an overhead announcement came through the speakers.

"We would like to inform you that we are running on schedule and will be arriving in Paris at our scheduled arrival time. Thank you for choosing British Airways and have a nice flight."

Chelsea took a deep breath. Paris. It had been a long time. Too long.

Kurt woke around three in the morning to a light tapping on his window. He immediately went on alert, glancing around his room for anything unusual before easing silently out of bed. It wasn't an easy task, seeing as Blaine was holding him close to his chest and not willing to let go in his sleep. He detached himself as gently as possible though and quickly darted to the window, heart racing.

He took in the night with a practiced eye, noting anything that was out of place. His heart slowed back down when he realized that the tapping was coming from a branch that had started to break and was hanging precariously from a nearby tree. Every little gust of wind brushed it up against the window with a light tap. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

He wasn't used to being so on edge. This whole thing was unnerving him like nothing ever had. Despite seeing nothing out of the ordinary, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. He couldn't settle. Even the little bit of rest he'd gotten had been filled with tossing and turning. Blaine, on the other hand, had drifted off right away once they had decided to go to sleep.

He glanced back at the bed then, looking at the other boy, and smiled. He bit his lip, feeling happy flip-flops in his stomach as he thought of the late evening hours they had shared.

After their tough conversation, they sat on the edge of Kurt's bed for quite a while, kissing and holding each other. It was still fairly tentative and chaste. Hands lightly touching a knee or an arm, lips coming together gently in small, repetitive brushes. After a bit, the kisses became firmer and longer, lingering as they breathed each other in. Slowly, they began to part their lips for each other, softly meeting their tongues together in the middle, touching for just for a moment.

Eventually, they pulled away, breathing heavily and glancing at each other with goofy grins. It was contentedly mutual when they decided that it was long past the time for them to be getting some sleep. After leaning in for one last kiss, they pulled apart and went to opposite sides of the room to slip into their pajamas. They both tried their hardest to not peek at the other changing, but if Kurt accidentally caught a glimpse of Blaine through the reflection in the window, and if Blaine glanced at Kurt in the mirror... well, those things will happen. One thought crossed through both of their minds as they glimpsed at the other's toned body.

Damn.

They settled down comfortably, Blaine holding Kurt from behind, cradling the still injured arm gently. Blaine drifted off fairly quickly. It was already becoming apparent that he would be the snuggler in the relationship, and having Kurt in his arms seemed to be all he needed to relax and fall asleep.

Kurt, on the other hand, was too worked up from the day. So many thoughts were running through his mind. He couldn't believe how easy it had been, overall, to tell his father about who he really was. He was still anticipating some repercussions from that. He was also overwhelmed by the fact that he actually had a boyfriend, one that he really cared about. He sighed heavily and tightened his grip on the arm Blaine had wrapped around him. That brought him to the final topic weighing on his mind. The mysterious man.

He had known that Chelsea's husband had been killed by an enemy, but that was it. She wasn't exactly forthcoming about her personal life with him. He hadn't even known anything about Blaine before today, besides the fact that she had a son period.

His heart started to race as he thought of how close Blaine had come to being killed today... twice. He couldn't let that happen, and he knew without even thinking that this had nothing to do with his duties as a slayer. It had everything to do with Blaine, and Blaine alone. He would die before he let anything happen to the other boy. He swallowed hard when he realized how literally he meant that... and how it could actually be a possibility. He forced himself to close his eyes then, knowing there was nothing more he could do that night. His mind continued to race though as he fell into a restless sleep.

"Hey there."

Kurt jumped a little at the voice in his ear and the arms reaching around his waist, before grinning and leaning back with a sigh of contentment.

"You are aware that you are one of the only people in history that has successfully snuck up on a slayer, right?"

"I'm just that good, baby. What can I say?"

Kurt snorted in laughter. "Well, aren't you Mr. Humble."

Blaine smiled a little, but pulled away with a serious look to examine on Kurt's shoulder.

"How are you feeling?" He asked softly, sliding up Kurt's sleeve in an attempt to check the wound.

"Peachy," Kurt responded with a smile. "You know us slayers, getting something pokey rammed through your shoulder is just an every day occurrence." Blaine shook his head in amusement.

"Can I at least see it though?"

Kurt was thankful for the dark room, and the fact that Blaine probably couldn't tell he was blushing. He pulled the tee over his head and sank back down on the edge of the bed so that Blaine could see the wound a little better. Blaine turned on a small lamp and knelt onto the bed next to his boyfriend, running a soft hand over thick scar that had already formed there. He shook his head in disbelief.

"I know all of the history, but it's still crazy to see it with my own eyes. Any normal person would have bled out, but here you are, with full use of your arm and some already fading scars. It's so crazy." Kurt laughed and shook his head.

"Yeah, my recovery time is phenomenal. I can be, like, completely drained, and then it's like, ZAP! I'm up and ready to go again in no time flat."

He turned to smile at Blaine, but looked at him in confusion when the curly haired boy's face turned bright red. He suddenly felt the color draining from his own face when he realized how it had sounded.

"I meant when I get injured! In a battle! With vamps!"

"Oh, yeah... o-of course."

They stared at each other with wide eyes for a moment before looking away awkwardly.

"So, we should go back to sleep I guess." Kurt cleared his throat.

"Yeah. Definitely."

Blaine switched off the light and they climbed back into bed, careful not to touch each other this time. Both boys were tense, overly aware of how close they were. It was amazing how a removed shirt and one misinterpreted comment could turn you on so completely. One little move or touch could make all the difference, if they chose. They simply weren't ready for that though. It was too soon.

Blaine sighed, squirming uncomfortably as he tried to fill his mind full of things like cleavage, willing his sudden erection to go away.

Kurt was dying with the way Blaine kept moving and squirming next to him. He was lying perfectly still, wishing for the rustling comforter to stop brushing up against him. Every touch sent little electric jolts through his body, which would have been been awesome had his boyfriend of less than one day NOT been lying right next to him.

Blaine suddenly cleared his throat and climbed out of bed stiffly, careful to keep the front of his body facing away from Kurt.

"I, uh, need to use the restroom. I'm gonna use the one down the hall I think."

Kurt felt a slow grin come across his face. He sat up too, equally as careful to face away from his boyfriend.

"That's okay. I need to go too. You go ahead and use mine. I'll go down the hall."

Blaine nodded and quickly headed to the the door leading off of Kurt's bedroom. He was just stepping inside when Kurt's voice stopped him. He had to hold in his groan at being held up. It was starting to become painful. He turned to see the blue eyes looking at him in amusement from the hallway.

"Lotion's in the cabinet next to the sink. Think of me. I'll be thinking of you."

Blaine felt his face pale as the Slayer winked at him and ducked away.

Why did that just turn him on even more?

He whipped the door closed with a little whimper, before desperately seeking out the lotion from the little cabinet.

They returned to the bed, minutes later. Both avoided the other's gaze with flushed cheeks, though Kurt's eyes held a little more amusement. Both teens were so tired by that point though, and now much more relaxed, that they slipped in next to each other and quickly started to drift off.

Before sleep could claim him, Blaine felt an arm snake around his waist and pull him close. He tensed for just a moment, feeling embarrassed beyond belief, before remembering that Kurt had snuck away to do the exact same thing as him. He sighed happily in resignation, snuggling himself back up against his boyfriend's chest.

"Did you think about me?" Kurt whispered. Blaine could hear the grin in his voice.

"Yup. You?" He was so glad he was facing the other direction. He knew his face was bright red.

"The whole, embarrassingly short, forty-five seconds of it."

Blaine snorted.

"Goonight, Kurt."

"Night, Blaine."

As they fell asleep once again, neither could help thinking about how nice it was to fall asleep in the arms of someone you cared about. Especially after a nice relaxing orgasm. Both drifted off with sweet dreams about the day when they could do that stuff together. Both woke up hours later... and had to rush off once again to their respective bathrooms.

Chelsea watched for a moment as the tall blonde woman entered her apartment, setting her keys down on her counter and going through her mail. She swallowed back the sudden lump that formed in her throat and took a deep breath. So many emotions and memories were rushing to the forefront and she needed to focus. She stepped forward from the shadows silently.

"Il est de retour."(He's back.)

The blonde woman looked up slowly. Chelsea could tell from the tension in her shoulders that she was surprised, but she hid it fairly well. She sighed heavily and tossed her mail aside, crossing her arms.

"Hey bien , bonjour à toi aussi."(Well, hello to you too.)

"Est-ce que tu m'as entendu? Il est de retour!"(Did you hear me? He's back!)

The blonde glared down at Chelsea in irritated confusion for a moment before a sickened look spread across her face. Her hands were trembling slightly.

"C'est impossible. Il est mort. Nous l'avons vu brûlé de nos propres yeux."(That's impossible. He's dead. We watched him burn with our own eyes.)

Chelsea took a step closer and spoke evenly. Her fear and anger kept at bay for the moment, knowing that they would do her no good.

"Je sais ce qu'il s'est passé Janelle. J'étais là aussi. Nous avons regardé un immeuble prendre feu, pensant qu'il était à l'intérieur. Je te le dis. Je l'ai vu...ce soir...de mes yeux."(I know what happened, Janelle. I was there. We watched a building burn, thinking he was inside. I am telling you. I saw him... tonight... with my own eyes.)

The blonde sank slowly back into a chair, holding her face in her hands.

"Merde."(Fuck)

Chelsea laughed then, but there was no real humor in it.

"Tu lis dans mon esprit."(You read my mind.)

The Watcher sank down into a chair next to the blonde, who pulled her head up from her hands and looked Chelsea over in concern.

"Tu as raison cependant. Il ne t'as pas..."(You are alright though. He didn't...)

"Non..."(No)Chelsea shook her head but then leveled the blonde with one look, "mais il a essayé de tuer Blaine."(but he tried to kill Blaine.)

Janelle blanched and reached out to grasp Chelsea's arm with fear in her eyes. The Watcher shook her head and spoke quickly to reassure her.

"Il est en sécurité. Il est avec mon tueur à gage. Il ne pourrait pas être mieux protégé."(He's safe. He's with my slayer. He couldn't be better protected.)

The relief that flowed through her body was practically visible as she sank limply back in her chair. After a moment though, she furrowed her brow and glanced at the smaller woman skeptically.

"Comment peux-tu savoir cela? Je réalise que ton tueur est particulièrement talentueux, mais il y a beaucoup de guerriers à notre disposition qui sont bien plus forts et plus expérimentés que lui!"(How do you know that? I realize that your slayer is particularly talented, but there are many warriors at our disposal that are stronger and more experienced.)

Chelsea nodded her head slowly before looking straight into the other woman's eyes. A genuine smile graced her face for the first time.

"Oui, c'est vrai..mais quand tu aimes quelqu'un, tu pourrais sacrifier ta vie pour les garder en sécurité."(Yes, that is true... but when you love someone, you would sacrifice your life to keep them safe.)

A look of understanding spread across Janelle's face. She couldn't help the slight smirk that followed closely behind.

"Ha donc le tueur et le fils du mentor sont amants? Quelle intéressante tournure de situation!"(Ah, so the Slayer and the Watcher's son are lovers. Interesting turn of events.)

Chelsea glared a little at the blonde, disliking hearing that particular word paired with her young son.

"Je doute qu'ils pensent l'un à l'autre en des termes si intenses pour l'instant, mais oui."(I doubt they think of each other in such intense terms yet, but yes.)She sighed, then smiled. "C'est bien parti pour, en tout cas. Un seul regard dans leur direction est suffisant pour le deviner."(It is headed that way. One look at them and it is easy to tell.)The taller woman eyed her appraisingly.

"Tu sembles assez bien le prendre. La dernière fois que nous en avions parlé, tu étais terrifié à l'idée même que ton fils grandissait."(You seem to be handling this rather well. The last time we talked you were terrified at the very thought of your son growing up.)

"Cela fait un an depuis notre discussion Janelle."(It's been a year since we've talked, Janelle.)Chelsea shot back, feeling a little defensive. "Depuis, j'ai appris à lâcher un peu plus de mou."(I've learned to let go just a bit since then.)The blonde nodded silently with a smile. She sighed a little before pulling the smaller woman in for a sincere hug.

'Tu as l'air en pleine forme, Chelsea. Je suis désolée de ne pas t'avoir vu depuis la mort de Marc. J'ai pensé à toi et à Blaine chaque jour. C'est juste que..."(You look good, Chelsea. I'm sorry I haven't seen you since Marc died. I've thought of you and Blaine every day. It's just...)

The Watcher hugged her back, squeezing her tight before pulling away and shaking her head.

"Je sais. Tu n'as pas à me donner d'explications. J'ai perdu mon mari. Tu as perdu un frère. Nous avions tous les deux besoin de temps pour guérir."(I know. You don't need to give me any explanations. I lost my husband. You lost your brother. We've both needed time to heal.)

They sat in silence for a moment, each absorbed in their own thoughts and memories, holding on to each others hands. Janelle swallowed away the heavy feeling that had settled in her chest before pulling her hand away and wiping at the tears that had formed in her eyes. She nodded resolutely and turned to Chelsea, taking a deep breath.

"Que puis-je faire pour t'aider?"(What can I do to help?)

"Ce que nous faisons toujours."(What we always do.)Chelsea grinned then. "Rechercher. J'ai mon billet de retour, réservé pour un décollage dans exactement huit heures et j'ai besoin de savoir chaque possibilité qu'il aurait bien pu prévoir d'ici là."(Research. I have a return flight booked for eight hours from now and I need to know anything and everything about what he could be planning by then.)The blonde paled once more and looked at the Watcher like she was crazy.

"Huit heures? Nous avons seulement huit heures?"(Eight hours? We only have eight hours?)

Chelsea lost her smile and looked at the taller woman steadily.

"Oui, apprends donc à lire rapidement."(Yes, so learn to speed-read.)She said as she pulled a book from the nearest shelf and tossed it in the blonde's lap. "La vie de ton neveu en dépend."(Your nephew's life depends on it.)