Kurt's head was spinning by the time that he got out of Mr. Parslow's class. The scent of Blaine's blood was still swarming him, and it wasn't leaving him no matter how far he got from the class room. Breathing heavily, Kurt stopped walking and slid down one of the walls, trying to get his breath back.

Bolting up when he heard someone walking down the hall, Kurt brushed the dirt off his clothes, carefully watching the corridor in case the person approaching was a teacher, janitor, or someone else that he'd have to compel into leaving him alone.

Walking towards him however, was a pretty freshman (or was she a sophomore?), with long brown hair. She was wearing a paper boy cap, while it wasn't incredibly fashionable, it did suit her. Kurt wasn't sure of her name, but he vaguely remembered her talking to one of the lunch ladies during the interval. Where they related, or was the girl just friendly?

Though, eventually the girl's gaze fell on him, and she stopped walking and just looked at him in awe. God... Kurt hated whenever this happened. With anyone. There were many, many downsides to being a - … what he was; most of them either being horrifying or just inconvenient. The heightened beauty – in the eyes of mortals, at least – fell under the latter. There were a lot of unwanted stares coming his way, but Kurt supposed that it couldn't be too bad – it did make feeding from humans a lot easier after all.

Rolling his eyes, Kurt started to walk down the hall, and out of the school, when he felt his throat run dry as he got closer to the girl. Now, Kurt was already hungry (or thirsty would be more accurate) this morning, but after running into Blaine, he was practically insatiable. This girl's blood probably did smell quite good anyway, but right now, Kurt was actually craving it.

Sighing inwardly to himself, Kurt realized that he had no choice unless he wanted to either break down or go on a rampage if he didn't feednow. So, putting on his best charming smile, Kurt walked closer to the girl.

"Hey," He said, strangling the urge to roll his eyes when he saw the girl getting incredibly flustered and even more wide-eyed.

"H-H-Hey," The hat-wearing girl stuttered out.

"Would you mind coming with me?" Kurt asked, raising an eyebrow "I need your help with something."

The girl just continued to look at him with wide eyes, and was barely even blinking, completely speechless. After half a minute had passed, Kurt was growing incredibly impatient, and was about to compel the girl into coming with him, but she eventually nodded enthusiastically. Relieved at this, Kurt smiled at the girl before turning around and walked towards the stairs, not needing to look behind him to know that the girl was following him like a lost puppy.

When they were upstairs, Kurt wasn't too sure about where to go, and he briefly wondered if the girl that was following him was getting impatient, but a quick glance over his shoulder told him that she was still following him happily.

Once Kurt had looked around for about five minutes, he eventually found an abandoned classroom and decided that this was a good enough place. Opening the door and beckoning the girl in, Kurt looked both ways down the corridor to make sure that there wasn't anyone loitering about. When the check for people came back negative, Kurt then closed the door.

Kurt didn't look at the girl after they entered the room together. He would've done, but he felt his skin starting to turn pale, and his eyes turning black, and he didn't want to freak the girl out and make her run off. Kurt really did take too long in finding this room; his hunger was growing unbearable.

"I just want to say thank you so much for bringing me up here," The girl gushed, Kurt being able to feel the broadness of her grin just from how she was talking. "I've been working up the courage to talk to you all day when I saw you sitting alone at lunch.. I felt bad that you didn't have anyone to talk to and -" The girl stopped speaking, only just noticing that Kurt hadn't turned around yet. "Hey... Are you okay?"

Shuddering when the girl moved closer, Kurt inhaled sharply, before turning around, wincing slightly when he saw the girl taking a good few steps back in fear when she saw his eyes.

"I'm really sorry about this," Kurt said, frowning before he bared his fangs and sunk them down into the girl's neck.

Once he had finished feeding from the girl, Kurt compelled her into forgetting what just happened, before he took her to the nurse's office, compelling the nurse as well so she wouldn't ask him questions. Kurt felt awful for doing that. He'd never fed from anyone at school before and usually waited until it was late at night before he chose someone to prey on. But he was so hungry ever since he'd met Blaine, and the girl smelt nice, and well.. He couldn't stop himself.

Hearing the bell ringing out to signal the end of the school day, Kurt collected his things from his locker before he ran out of the school at full speed. He wasn't focusing on where he was going, and was just letting his feet carry him wherever they wanted to go. Just as long as he didn't go home straight away, or he went anywhere near Blaine, Kurt didn't care where he went. He just needed to clear his mind, and his mother would be home right now. She'd undoubtedly be able to smell that young girl's blood on him, and she would be able to tell that something was bothering. Kurt knew the woman well enough by know that she would not stop asking what was wrong before Kurt caved in and told her. As for going near Blaine.. Well, Kurt felt like it was pretty obvious why he couldn't go near the boy.

After going around town for a while, Kurt realized that he was already hungry again. Kurt couldn't risk feeding from someone else, because by the time the scent of blood faded, both his parents would be home, and they definitely wouldn't leave him alone. So Kurt did what always satiated his thirst.

He went to the Lima Bean.

Taking a quick peek into the window, Kurt let out a sigh of relief at how empty the coffee shop. At the most, there were ten customers in there. Which was good. The less people wanting coffee the less Kurt would have wanted to attack someone.

Entering the coffee shop, Kurt walked to the queue, not really paying attention to where he was going as he took out his wallet.

It was only when he felt someone collide into him and felt hot coffee going down his front that Kurt looked up. Well, jumped up would be a lot more accurate. Kurt was about to glare down at the person and snap, but stopped when the other person spoke.

"Oh, my god, I'm so sor-" They'd stopped speaking when they noticed Kurt, and completely froze up, but that wasn't what made Kurt stay silent. It was who it was that was standing in front of him.

Shit.

Blaine.

Kurt knew that Blaine being here wasn't an impossibility considering he now lived in Lima, but Kurt hadn't expected Blaine to come here this early. Was the Lima Bean going to have to be somewhere he'd have to avoid? No, that was stupid.. he'd just have to be careful about when he did come here. He'd just have to go at a time when Blaine wasn't going to be here.

Daring to look down, Kurt's breath hitched as he saw the blood in Blaine's face rushing to the roots of his hair, causing Kurt to feel incredibly light-headed, and made the temptation to not just drain Blaine dry right there and then nearly impossible. But Kurt couldn't exactly just walk out and leave... He'd have to just find the right opportunity. And after noticing he was just staying silent for nearly half a minute now, Kurt shook his head and smiled wryly down at Blaine.

"It's fine," Kurt said, reaching over for some napkins to clean off his clothes, "Don't worry about it."

"I-I'm r-really sorry though," Blaine stuttered, his blush somehow getting worse. God... Blaine was killing him. Actually killing him. And he wasn't even conscious of doing it.

"It's fine, Blaine," Kurt said, rolling his eyes as he walked to the front of the queue. Hearing Blaine move behind him, and put the dropped biscotti and coffee cup into the bin, Kurt felt a little guilty. If it wasn't for him not looking where he was going, Blaine wouldn't have dropped his coffee. Sniffing lightly so he knew what Blaine's coffee order was, Kurt took out more money from his wallet and looked at the barista.

"Hi, can I get a non-fat grande mocha, and a medium drip with a shot of cinnamon for this guy?" Kurt said, smiling softly at the barista, nodding in Blaine's direction "Oh, and a biscotti, please?"

"Y-you know my coffee order?" asked Blaine, arching his eyebrows.

"I heard you order when I came in," Kurt lied, glancing over his shoulder while the coffee was being made.

"Oh.." Blaine said before chuckling "I mustn't have heard you then."

"I suppose so," Kurt laughed, lightly "You should start paying more attention to things around you."

"I'm really sorry about that," Blaine pouted as he moved closer to Kurt "I... How can I make it up to you?"

"Just..forget about it," Kurt shook his head "It's no big deal."

"Promise?" Blaine asked as he appeared to be looking for any signs of doubt in Blaine's eyes.

"I promise, Blaine," Kurt rolled his eyes a little impatiently "It's just spilt coffee. It's not like it's the end of the world."

Blaine said nothing and simply nodded.

"That'll be $7.50," The barista said when she came back with the two orders.

"Thank you," Kurt said, handing her a $10 bill.

"What are you doing?", Blaine said, looking at the money in Kurt's hand "I should pay for my own drink."

"Blaine, I've already paid for it," Kurt said, watching as the barista got his change, wanting to just leave as soon as possible. Ever since the coffee arrived, Kurt realized just how strong his thirst was, and he needed to get out of here. ASAP.

"But it's my coffee.." Blaine said, frowning, causing Kurt to look down at him with a raised eyebrow. Was he always this pouty? Kurt didn't know if he could deal with this along with Blaine's scent.. Blaine really wasn't a good person for Kurt to be around, was he? "Besides, you wouldn't have needed to pay for this if it weren't for me."

Picking up the two coffee cups, Kurt rolled his eyes again and was about to tell Blaine to be quiet and not to worry about it when freezing as he saw a crow sitting on one of the window ledge, it's black eyes trained on him and Blaine fiercely.

Shit.

Kurt did not need him to be here.

Not now.

Not today.

Kurt couldn't believe that he was doing this for a fourth time today, but it was the only way that he could get home and away from Blaine as soon as possible, and he locked eyes with Blaine to compel him.

"Blaine," Kurt said firmly, never taking his gaze of Blaine's wide-eyed glassy stare "Just take the coffee, okay?"

Blinking to break the contact, Kurt watched as Blaine reached over and took the coffee mug and biscotti from the counter.

"Thanks for this, Kurt," Blaine said brightly, "Do you want to sit with me?"

Kurt opened his mouth, but before he could come up some excuse, Blaine's phone rang.

"Oh, sorry, I have to go. It's my brother," Blaine frowned, as he glanced down at the number "Maybe next time?"

Kurt started zoning out when Blaine mentioned his brother, and just let out a non-committal grunt and a nod as Blaine spoke, just picking up on what Blaine was saying as he left the store.

"Hey, Coop. I'm fine. I just went to get some coffee..."

Once Kurt could no longer hear what Blaine was saying, he hastily picked up his coffee order and ran out of the coffee shop, not daring to look at the crow in the window that flew off once he'd closed the door.

Cooper Anderson.

It was a name that Kurt had heard a lot over the past ten years. He'd never met the man, but Kurt knew who he was through his parents.

Cooper Anderson was a notorious vampire hunter. He was so well known due to the fact that he tracked down, hunted, and killed a large coven of vampires when he was only seventeen. He gradually started tracking down more and more of them, and it wasn't long until Cooper made a name for himself. Luckily for Kurt and his family, Cooper was from California, and kept his services there. He was at the height of his career when Kurt's parents decided that they were leaving California for Lima. This was the first time that Kurt actually saw the point in moving – a dangerous hunter that would surely kill you would make any sane person leave after all.

Cooper Anderson wasn't something that Kurt thought about a lot, because well.. He never had to. Cooper was never going to get to him as long as he stayed the hell away from him. That was..until now. Blaine came from California. Blaine Anderson at that. At first, Kurt just thought his name was a coincidence. After all, "Anderson" was a very common surname. It was only when Blaine mentioned that his brother's name was "Cooper" that Kurt began to panic about it. The only reason why Kurt had forgotten about it was because he was trying so damned hard to not kill Blaine. But that damned phone call was shooting up his paranoia.

Kurt didn't want to jump to conclusions though. It could just be a coincidence. He hadn't heard anything from his parents that Cooper Anderson was now in Lima.. He'd just have to find out, wouldn't he?

Taking his phone out, Kurt dialled in his home number, praying that someone would answer.

After two rings, his mother's voice rang out from the other end.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Mother?" Kurt said, taking a small sip from his mocha. "I have a question."

"Oh, hello Kurt," She replied cheerfully, "What is it..?"

"Cooper Anderson. Has he left California?" Kurt asked, trying to keep his voice even, despite the fact that he felt like he was going to burst into flames at any moment.

"No, I don't think so. Your father and I haven't heard anything." His mother said, relief instantly running through his body. "Why are you asking."

"Oh, no reason," Kurt said, "There was just this new kid with the surname Anderson who came from California. His brother was the same age as Cooper, so I thought it might have been him."

"I don't think it is, darling," said his Mother "But if your father or I find anything out, I'll let you know, immediately, okay? If it is him then we'll just go to New York, or somewhere."

New York... His hometown. Kurt hadn't been there for more than a couple of months. They had to leave a lot earlier than they usually did. There was just too many traumatic memories there for him. But ever since meeting Blaine, even though the boy was surely going to end Kurt, he didn't want to leave for some reason. And Kurt had no fucking clue why this was.

"Okay, thank you, Mother," Kurt said about to hang up before his mother spoke sharply.

"Kurt, wait!" She said "That package you ordered from that clothing site. It just arrived."

"Really?" said Kurt, surprised. "I thought it wasn't coming for another three weeks.

"So did I, but the delivery boy said that someone cancelled, and you were next on the list so they sent it to you," She explained "He put it down in your room – don't worry, I didn't let him touch anything" She added hastily, knowing that Kurt was going to protest "Everything's been signed for. You don't need to worry about anything."

"Thank you, Mother," Kurt said, smiling softly "I'll be home soon. Love you."

"Love you, too Kurt." At his mother's voice, Kurt's smile softened even further as he hung up his phone.

Kurt had long drained his mocha by the time he arrived, his hunger not completely satiated, but it was put at bay, at the very least.

"Welcome, home dear!" His mother's voice called out from the sitting room.

"Hello, Mother," Kurt called back, taking his shoes off in the hall "I'll come in soon. I just have homework to finish first."

"Take your time. We're not doing anything until your father gets home anyway."

Kurt simply nodded, and made his way downstairs to his bedroom.

Kurt's bedroom was down in the basement of the Hummel house hold. Even though he had one of his family's ring that would protect him from the sunlight, Kurt still felt ill about being exposed to the rays, so he took the room down here so the light from the windows wouldn't bother him. His room wasn't completely windowless however, and small amounts of light came in from the small windows around the edges of the bottom of the ceiling.

Looking around his room, Kurt frowned, and noticed that no one had been in his room. There was no unfamiliar smells, and there wasn't a package in sight. Stepping further into the room, a very, very familiar scent hit him like a ton of bricks. It was nearly two decades since he'd last encountered it.. Since he saw his brother. What the hell was he doing here now, and how the hell did he find him? He was hoping that the damned bird was just a coincidence but turns it it wasn't.

Caw.

Kurt nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the noise, whipping around towards the window, and saw the stupid thing perched on the window ledge. Growling, Kurt lunged towards the window, and yanked the window open.

"Stay the hell away from me," He yelled at the bird, swatting away at it. It cawed loudly at him, pecking and clawing his hands a few times before it flew off, Kurt slamming the window shut behind it.

"Well... Is that anyway to greet your brother after all this time?"

A cold shiver ran down Kurt's spine once he'd heard the voice behind him. Taking unnecessary shallow breaths that only just calmed him down, Kurt slowly turned around, cold green eyes looking down and locking onto his own icy blue ones.

Clearing his throat, Kurt took another breath and stepped forwards to look at his brother more clearly.

"Sebastian.."