A shiver traced down Blaine’s spine at the soft, smooth voice, and he wondered how much trouble he’d get in with Kurt if he actually turned around and talked to the man. The alcohol in his system, however, didn’t really care what Kurt thought, so he spun on his heel and leaned against the bar.

The man was actually a boy. And he was stunning. He was tall and slender—even taller than Kurt—and his chocolate colored hair and his defined jaw-line and his hazel eyes were absolutely flawless. Blaine knew his mouth was open and when the boy smirked, he blushed, looking down at his shoes.

“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked.

Blaine looked up and nodded, acting more confident than he felt. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

After they were seated at the bar together, far too close to each other, each with beers in their hands, they began to talk. “The name’s Sebastian.”

“Like the crab.”

When the boy arched an eyebrow, Blaine laughed. “Disney freak. I’m Blaine.”

“You don’t look like you’re 21.”

“Oh, please, neither do you. Where’d you get your fake ID?”

“A friend. Do you wanna dance?”

Kurt would be so mad. “Sure. Why not?”

The next thirty minutes were a rush of alcohol and dancing and then those thirty minutes were up and Blaine was being pressed against a wall, Sebastian right there in his face, sweet breath washing over him and hands on his chest. “Let’s find a place to be alone,” he said softly.

Sebastian led Blaine by the hand through the darkly lit bar and towards the door. He was calm and collected, not even the slightest bit drunk, and when Blaine thought about it for a moment, he realized that Sebastian had never even had a sip of his drink.

His thought process was interrupted, however, when the taller boy pressed him against the front door of a car and lowered his mouth to Blaine’s neck.

“I-I have a boyfriend.”

“Doesn’t bother me if it doesn’t bother you,” he rasped, licking up to Blaine’s earlobe.

“I… I would never want to mess up what I have with him—”

“He doesn’t have to know.” Sebastian’s lips were right there, right against his ear, and Blaine shuddered. “Just relax, Blaine. Let me take care of you.”

He hesitated for barely a second, just listening to his beating heart, and opened his mouth to argue again when Sebastian was suddenly gone.

Blaine frowned. He was…alone. Completely alone in the parking lot that had once held two—

And then he heard the growl and immediately spun to see Kurt shoving Sebastian up against the wall of the bar. “He’s spoken for,” his boyfriend spat. “You could smell me on him, couldn’t you? And yet you still chose to play with him—he’s mine.”

Blaine started slightly, first at the fact that Kurt was there—where the hell had he come from?—and second at the way Kurt’s voice lowered when he declared ownership. Yes. Yes, he was absolutely Kurt’s. No doubt about it.

“Is he your drudge?” Sebastian laughed. The sound seemed terribly out of place in the dingy setting with his feet hanging a good foot above the ground, shirt bunched up around the shoulders where Kurt was keeping him pinned. “He doesn’t seem to think so.”

Blaine cocked his head to the side, confused. A…drudge? What the hell was that?

“He’s mine, yes,” Kurt informed his prisoner, “but I don’t keep him as a drudge. He has his own free-will—”

“Unless you catch him cheating on you.”

“Shut up!” Kurt pulled him away from the bricks only to slam him back again. “He’s mine and if you want to encroach on my territory, you go through me.”

“This is such bullshit! You say he has free-will but the second you catch him with another guy, you don’t take into account the fact that he might want me. After all. Look at you.”

“Hey!” Blaine shouted, hearing his voice before he’d actually realized he’d spoken. When both of the boys looked at him, he lost some of his nerve. “Kurt… Kurt’s my—I love him! And he’s gorgeous! So…shut up!” He swayed slightly, tripping over himself. “Kurt. Kurt, baby, put him down—take me home. I just wanna go home.”

Kurt faced Sebastian again and said lowly, menacingly, “You come near him again and I’ll end you.”

“Actually, I don’t think you will. How would your little human feel about you killing me in cold blood just because I pose a threat?”

“What threat?” Kurt hissed. But he dropped Sebastian, who landed evenly on his feet, smirking.

“See ya around, Kurt.” His glance at Blaine was steamy, dark, and when he smiled, he showed his fangs. “Goodnight, Blaine. It was very nice to meet you.”

In an instant, Sebastian was gone, leaving the two in the chilled air.

Blaine attempted a step towards his boyfriend only to stumble and fall onto his ass in the middle of the parking lot, laughing up at the sky. “Ugh, this sucks. Kurt, help me—help—take me home, please.”

“All right, love, let’s get you sobered up.” Kurt’s arms came around him and helped him onto his feet. “Oh, for the love of… You could start fires with your breath.”

“No, I—shut up. I’ve had enough drama and fighting tonight and that guy got me so, so drunk—just kiss me, Kurt. C’mon. Come on, Kurt, kiss me.” He aimed for Kurt’s face but got his neck instead and so he settled for nuzzling the skin there. Mm…Kurt smelled really good…

“We need to get you home—I’ll call a cab.”

“Hold on, I had a thought and oh, I can’t remember what it was—dammit, Kurt. Um. What. What’s a droo… A dra…?”

“We’ll talk about it later. Come on.”

“Wait. Wait. Stop. Stop it, Kurt—stop spinning. Stay… Stay still.”

The vampire sighed. “I am still, Blaine.”

“Oh. Cool.”

And then he bent over and hurled on Kurt’s shoes.

-0-

Sebastian Smythe was quite fond of sex. He was even fonder of blood. And when the two mixed, it was the greatest thing in the universe. So when he’d spotted the young man with the slicked back hair leaning against the bar, wearing a face that looked like his puppy had just died, he hadn’t been able to resist. Blaine was just his type—eager, hot, and desperate to forget his troubles.

Or so he’d thought before the idiot had to go and ruin it by bringing up his boyfriend.

Kurt had been right—Sebastian had smelled the other vampire very strongly on the human when he’d approached. The scent was practically stitched into his skin. But he was never one to resist a challenge—especially not when someone as hot as Blaine came his way.

It had taken a half hour of pouring drinks into Blaine and moving to awful music to fully understand the nature of the boy’s relationship with his vampire. Whoever the mysterious creature was that Sebastian could smell so strongly, well, he wasn’t giving Blaine what he wanted. His posture and body language and his lack of innocent embarrassment when Sebastian pressed himself flush against his responsive body told the creature everything he needed to know: Blaine’s vampire was holding out on him.

What a fool.

Not to mention the fact that Kurt hadn’t made the boy his drudge! It was laughable! Without Blaine attached to the vampire, there was nothing to stop Sebastian from taking what he wanted. And Kurt knew that.

Hm. Yes, this would work out quite nicely.

-0-

It started slowly. Every once in a while, Kurt would tell Blaine to do something—tell him instead of ask—and for whatever reason, Blaine found himself doing it without questioning it.

Walk me to class, Blaine.

He would stop taking things out of his locker and immediately accompany his boyfriend down the hall, even if it was in the opposite direction of his own class. Later, he would never remember why he’d done it. And he didn’t particularly care.

Sing to me, Blaine.

Even if he didn’t have a song on the tip of his tongue at the moment, the second the words came out of Kurt’s mouth, he was singing. It was…weird. But not weird enough that he questioned it. At least, not immediately.

Be quiet for a minute, Blaine.

His mouth would slam shut, tongue pasted to the roof of his mouth, and then once 60 seconds was up—because he was actually curious enough about the sensation that he counted the seconds—he regained full control of his vocal chords.

“What was that?” he asked, moving his jaw awkwardly. “I just…couldn’t speak.”

Kurt winced. “Oh. Right. Um. We need to talk.”

“…is this a vampire thing?”

“Yes.”

Blaine leaned against the piano in the choir room, closing his eyes for a moment. “There have been too many vampire things lately. First the whole thing with you not wanting to have sex with me because you don’t wanna break me or some stupid thing like that—”

“I could kill you, Blaine—”

“—and then there was the you not wanting to bite me—”

“Again, possible death scenario—”

“—not to mention Sebastian!” He looked up, staring at his stunning boyfriend sitting on the piano bench. “And you still haven’t told me what the hell a droog is.”

Kurt smiled faintly. “A drudge.”

“Right. That.”

“…come sit next to me.”

When Blaine was seated pressed against him, hands meeting silently and fingers twisting together lazily, Kurt sighed, staring at the sheet music in front of him.

“A drudge is, essentially, a slave. It a human—only a human—that belongs to a vampire. They must do whatever their master tells them. Physically, or even mentally or emotionally, they cannot disobey. If they resist, it hurts.”

Blaine squeezed his hand. “Hurts?”

“More than anything. More than being bitten. It’s the worst pain imaginable. I’ve heard that it’s worse than the process of changing into a vampire—it’s the most horrible thing a person can go through.”

“…so when Sebastian asked you if you’d made me your drudge…”

“Yes,” Kurt told him softly. “I lied. “You are my drudge.”

Blaine shook his head for a moment, trying to wrap his thoughts around it. “So, basically, I can’t disobey you. You could tell me to kill someone and I would do it.”

“Yes. Don’t worry, though—I’ll release you immediately, it was an accident—”

“I don’t understand.”

Kurt met his eyes and made that face at him again; that one that said Oh, poor human in a scarily sincere way, like Kurt actually pitied the fact that he was mortal.

“Stop that!” he nearly shouted. “Just tell me why! Why am I a drudge? What did you do?!”

The vampire winced and had the decency to look downtrodden and he looked at the hands in his lap, Blaine’s darker one twined with his pale ones. “I bit you. The second time, when we were in your room. It… To make a drudge, you have to bite them—only bite, not draw blood. To release them, you only have to bite again, but there’s a problem.”

“…what?”

“Biting is much more…” Kurt hesitated, face scrunching up adorably as he searched for the right word, “pleasurable for a drudge. They won’t want you to stop. They’ll do anything to make sure you don’t stop.”

“You’re leaving something out,” Blaine accused, tearing his hand away.

Rolling his shoulders, Kurt looked up again. “If you draw blood from your drudge, the only way you can release them is by turning them into a vampire.”

Blaine considered for a moment. “So what if I don’t want you to release me?”

Kurt looked at him in angry disbelief. “No! I can’t risk losing control and feeding on you again! I’m releasing you immediately!”

“Or you can make me your drudge permanently and feed from me whenever you want!”

“Or I could kill you!”

“Or you could change me!”

The whole room was tense. Blaine almost reached for his hand but decided against it at the last minute when, with superhuman speed, Kurt was suddenly away from the piano and pacing. The boy, quite used to the sensation of Kurt essentially disappearing and reappearing in the blink of an eye, calmly turned to face the rest of the room and watched his boyfriend tread heavily from one corner to another.

Dark eyes were suddenly peering into his as Kurt leaned over the piano bench hands next to Blaine’s knees. He was searching for any amount of hesitation in Blaine’s gaze. He didn’t find any.

Finally, he stood up straight and crossed his arms over his chest. “No. I’m releasing you immediately.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me! Kurt, for the love of—I know what I’m risking! I know what I’m giving up! My family doesn’t care about me—they barely know I exist; they’ll be happy to get rid of me!”

“Your friends, Blaine! The Warblers and the glee kids will get suspicious if you suddenly drop off the face of the planet! I hide it easily at school but when you’re new all you want to do is kill people—everyone at McKinley will be in danger if I change you and I don’t really think you’ve actually thought about the consequences of staying the same age while your friends and family grow old and die—”

“But I’d have you!” Blaine shouted. “And that’s all I want! I know I’m young, but—”

“You need to live first!”

“You didn’t! I don’t care, Kurt! I don’t care about anything or anyone more than I care about spending forever with you, about getting to share everything with you! And y’know, since we’re fighting again—”

“We are not fighting!”

“—how about we revisit the issue of my virginity?! The way I see it, everything, every rule that you vampires have has worked out perfectly for us! You can feed from me as your drudge, order me to stop you from biting me when we have sex so that you won’t hurt me, and change me to release me. Of course, the ordering thing might be moot point because I don’t think you’ll actually hurt me—”

“Shut up.”

Blaine’s mouth slammed shut and his eyes narrowed, fists clenching at his sides.

“I love you. Do you get that? I love you, Blaine. I’ve never… All of my life, I’ve never found someone that I felt this strongly about and having you in my life is just… I could never hurt you, Blaine. So we both need to calm down and take a moment and then have a serious discussion about what you really want. Okay?”

He nodded.

“Now kiss me goodbye.”

Blaine had his arms around Kurt’s waist in an instant, mouths sealed together. He smiled into it, deepening it with a swipe of his tongue and chuckling softly when Kurt’s arms went around his neck. He pulled Kurt closer to him, moaning. “Yeah,” he said breathlessly, biting Kurt’s lower lip, “I could get used to this kind of command.”

“Don’t stop,” Kurt told him, hands on the back of his neck to force their mouths together again.

Oh, yeah. He could definitely get used to more of this.