"Would you get off?"

Blaine knocked Tinas arms from around his waist and glared at her. She glared back just as fiercely and pressed close to his side. They were hungry, both of them. It had been almost a week since theyd fed, but no amount of starvation in the last thirty years had ever convinced Blaine to find solace with her.

"But Im hungry," she snapped. "And youre gorgeous and your blood would rush if we–"

"Well were not," Blaine said. "Im hungry, too, but Im not fucking around with you. You knew that before you ever turned me."

"Only because you led me on," Tina grumbled.

Blaine came to a halt in the middle of their snowy alley and bared his teeth at her. He might be younger, both in terms of his old biological age and his age as a vampire, but hed learned early on into his transformation that a power surged through him that didnt with the others. Not with Tina or Santana or Sam. If he wanted, he could scare them, and right now he was starving for something, and soon it wouldnt matter what.

He backed her up against the wall and snarled at her. "The only leading back then was you tugging yourself along into your own fantasies. I told you I was gay. I told you I had never had any interest in women. I even told you I wasnt interested, but you turned me anyway, remember?"

"I– Blaine, please."

She shook as he stepped away, but it wasnt from the exhilaration shed always hoped to find with him. Fear. It was what had always seemed to plague him and follow him.

"Lets just find some drunk idiots outside of the strip club and get this over with. Im tired of starving and Im tired of stale blood from the hospital," Blaine snapped. He couldnt be bothered to hide his teeth again. His eyes were probably already dark and awful looking.

"Okay, okay, keep your gel in," Tina said. She straightened her coat and hat and looked him over. "Put those away, would you? Honestly, you look demonic with those awful black hole eyes."

"Opposed to the blood red seeping into yours, huh?" Blaines stomach knotted and gnawed. "Look, I can smell them, just around the corner. Go lure a few idiots down here with the promise of a threesome and Ill wait."

"Why do I have to go?"

"Because this is a women strippers club. Its either lesbians coming out or a bunch of doofus straight boys," Blaine said. He pressed his back against the alley wall behind the dumpster and slid down. "Just find a pair whove had too much so they wont remember. Im starving."

"Oh, fine," Tina whirled around and marched off, all the way grumbling about the horrible things she was planning to do to him later.

Blaine hunkered down to wait. The scent wasnt strong from the club right now, but the falling snow was masking some of it. All winter it had been like that, the worst since his third year from humanity. It snowed for days, stayed under the freezing mark, and the wind whipped and burned everything it touched. Nobody but the homeless lingered outside anymore and Blaine hated the idea of going for any of them. Not only would their blood be thin and tasteless, it would bring them even more harm and then their bite marks would be discovered.

Something down towards the bend in the alley rattled and scraped along the wall. Blaine pulled his jacket tight and his hood down. It was probably just a homeless person, searching for food or thrown out blankets in the dumpsters. Tina always took a while finding someone suitable, and while Blaines stomach liked to complain about it, his head knew she always picked the best.

Louder bumps and booms echoed from around the corner and Blaine tensed. Maybe it wasnt a homeless person then. They rarely made so much noise. He listened for a few minutes, but it was silent. Then he sniffed and a warmth hed never felt flooded his belly. Another vampire, one he didnt know but one that smelled wonderfully like himself and nothing like the others.

A giggle reached Blaines ears and then whoever it was sounded like they stumbled. "I smell you," the person said in a sing-song voice. "Such beautiful, warm blood. Such–"

But Blaine had stood up as the man turned the corner. Their eyes met, both deep and black and endless. A warmth filled Blaine that almost made him feel human again, but it was different, too. It was tight and knotted and frayed like a leash. The man across the alley had stopped in his tracks, staring over at him, his breathing heavy and uneven.

"Blaine? Well have to try somewhere else," Tinas voice called as she turned off the street into the alley. "Theyre all drugged up and theres cops starting to float around. Blaine?" Tina looked down the alley where Blaines gaze was directed. "We need to go. Now." She started trying to pull him towards the street, but Blaine barely budged. "Blaine, come on!"

But hes– his smell–"

But Tina was kicking and shoving him into the street now. In a moment they were hustling down the road, past the club and towards the park. Blaines head was full of that scent, that warmth still tingling through his spine and senses.

"Who–"

"Ill explain later," Tina said. "Were getting out of here."

Tina grabbed his hand, turned on the spot, and they were gone. As the wind whipped across the entrance to the park the man came to a halt at the gates, sniffing and panting.

"Did you bring me anything?"

Blaine shoved past Sam and grabbed Tinas wrist before she could disappear into her side of the rundown warehouse. She hadnt explained why shed jumped them all over the city or why shed forced him onto the fucking subway packed full of drunks and homeless people hed never dare steal blood from or anything about that vampire in the alley. Even now, when they were way out on Staten Island, Blaines chest and nose were full of his scent.

"Will you fucking tell me what that was all about already? Who was that?"

"Its– forget it. Forget him," Tina insisted.

Sam was looking interested now and Santanas head poked out of her room. "Sounds like I missed Blainey boy almost knocking dicks with someone. Details, Cohen-Chang."

"But it doesnt matter," Tina said for the tenth time since shed jumped them from the park. "It was–"

"There was a man," Blaine said before she could brush it all off and never give him answers. "I was waiting in the alley and this man, this vampire, showed up. His eyes were black like mine are when–"

"Would you forget about him?"

"No, because Ive heard the same stories you have and I can still smell him, Tina," Blaine said loudly. "Youre scared of him, and it doesnt all have to do with me."

Blaine looked from Tina to Santana and Sam, who both looked unnerved now. Both of them had been around longer than himself, had more knowledge of this world and had maybe heard of this same man.

"Who is he?"

"He– nobody knows for sure," Sam said awkwardly. "Ive heard stories about him. Remember that group outside the city? The ones that were slaughtered? They say he did that. He killed his own kind and sprayed their blood all over the street. Some say hes the first of our kind. I dunno. They always talk about his black eyes, but nobody knows his name."

"There are lots of vampires that kill other vampires," Blaine said. "Theres entire gangs of them in the inner city that just fight and kill each other for fun. Besides, Ive got the same black eyes, Sam, and Ive never done anything like that."

"Yeah, well, youre you, arent you?" Santana offered. "Dapper little gentlemen turned dapper little vampire never hurting the homeless or the sick or the weak. Hes been around for as long as this city, hes lost whatever humanity he kept when he because a vampire."

"No," Blaine said sharply. "I think youre wrong. None of us have, not even a little bit. Everyones scared of him, and Im sure thats why he stays alone and hidden. Theres– hes important."

"Blaine, no," Tina had finally found her voice again and she was sounding hysterical. "You cant try to find him. Hell kill all of us and destroy you. Please, promise you wont go after him. I know his smell is strong and h- hes a match, but please. Dont bring that down on all of us."

Blaine looked from one scared face to another and finally nodded. Hed probably never see that man again anyway. In a city as big as New York is seemed unlikely, especially if he wasnt out there looking.

Two weeks later, Blaine took a late night trip to hunt on his own. Santana had run off two days ago with some girl called Dani, Sam was holed up playing video games, and Tina was under the comforter in her room, blogging. Even three decades later it still struck him as odd that they were so human compared to everything hed imagined about vampires as a child. No sulking around or brooding in corners or coffins, instead they sat around the old abandon house theyd been squatting in for the last six years, and whined about wanting to sleep.

He set off into the city around midnight, looking for a nice club to dance and drink and potentially find a good fuck and a short feast. They were all back on stale hospital blood packets again, and Blaine was sick of it. Hunting was their calling, even if they limited how and when they did so. They didnt kill or turn others, they took enough to survive and knock the person out before they left them somewhere safe.

The club was surprisingly full when Blaine stepped past the bouncer and ordered a drink at the bar. Enough men for him to go fairly unnoticed and to make sneaking off simple. Blaine downed a few drinks, caught the eyes of a few men around the room, and then made his way onto the dance floor and into the crowd. The deeper in the undulating group, the better. Nobody would notice what he might do when it was dark and loud and packed full of sweating bodies.

Blaine danced with a few men who sauntered over, smelled the blood thrumming through their veins and moved on. There was a sharp, sweet scent in the air of the club, and hed wait all night to find it if he had to. He could already feel it on the tip of his tongue, thick and warm and satisfying.

"There you are," a soft voice said behind him. If it had been deeper and a mans hands had snuggly caught his hips, Blaine might have thought it was Sam looking to bring him home. But it wasnt. He inhaled deeply and there it was. This man was what was giving him patience, that warmth that he breathed in through his nose and clung to the back of his throat.

A thrill ran through him as the man from the alley pressed close to him and started guiding his hips. "Ive been hoping youd find me," Blaine said. He twisted his head and finally took a good look at the man. A little taller than himself, hypnotic blue eyes at the moment, and a sharp, intelligent smile.

"Have you been looking for me forever?" the man whispered as they started rocking to the rhythm thudding through the club.

"I had to swear not to," Blaine told him. "I wanted to, but Im glad you looked."

"Mmm," the man murmured. His lips and nose tip skimmed along the column of Blaines neck, his fingers gently tugging Blaines bow tie loose. "We should go somewhere private for a bit."

"Sorry, I dont fornicate with strangers," Blaine teased. He arched a little back against him and spun around in his arms. "Besides, I like to dance before I fuck."

"Fair enough," the man agreed. "Though I might have to stretch myself again if your dancing needs take too long."

"You– damn," Blaine groaned and pulled him closer, sniffing the sweet blood flowing under his skin as he grew hard in his jeans. "Im Blaine."

"Kurt. Have you had enough dancing then?"

Blaine took his hand and pulled Kurt through the crowd towards the back hallways restrooms. "Pick a stall," he told him. Kurt stepped past him as Blaine took one long look at the hallway, then hurried in and shut the door.

"Its empty," Kurt said. He smiled slyly and slipped into the handicapped stall. Blaine locked the door to the restroom and followed him inside. "Come here."

Blaine took Kurt by the coat and pressed him back against the wall. There was a teasing smile on Kurts face, his fingers tracing and trailing over Blaines neck and jaw.

"Youve never been with another vampire, have you?"

Blaine shook his head and started sucking on Kurts neck. His pulse was racing, much like Blaines own, awaiting the thrill of feeding and mating with his own kind in a way that was more exhilarating and satisfying than with a human. He traced his tongue along the sharp tendons of Kurts throat, over the thrumming pulse of his artery and back up to his jaw.

"You smell wonderful," Blaine breathed. His bow tie hit the floor and Kurt started to shimmy out of his pants. "Like nothing Ive ever smelt before."

Kurts pants hit the floor and he tugged one foot loose. Blaine groaned as Kurts fingers started pulling his jeans open. "Such a beautiful young boy," Kurt murmured. "So intoxicating. Itll be better when you start fucking me." He raised his leg as Blaines jeans slipped down his hips. "Fuck, slid into me, please."

"But Im not–"

"I like it rough," Kurt assured him. His hand closed around Blaines cock and guided the tip to his entrance. "Hurry up. I cant wait to let you feed."

Blaine pressed his face into Kurts neck, took a shaky breath, and arched his hips forward and up, his right hand grabbing onto Kurts raised thigh as he sunk in. "Fuck, thats so good," he moaned. His body jerked a little as Kurts blood rushed faster. His stomach was knotted and gnawing, ready to taste what hed been craving for weeks.

"Good boy," Kurt breathed. His neck arched more into Blaines mouth as he cried out. "Rough and fast, please. Yes." Blaine grunted and started to move, not bothering to worry about there not being enough lube from when Kurt had stretched himself however long ago or someone busting the door in and finding them. Kurts fingers were stroking through his hair, pulling the gel loose as Blaines found a mind numbing, brutal rhythm.

He gasped and groaned, feeling Kurts blood surge as he moans echoed around the bathroom and the dull thump of the music from the club hummed through the wall. There was such a sweetness to Kurts skin, to his scent. His taste would be delicious. He had to taste, to breathe Kurt in and have him in his veins. Blaine sucked up and down Kurts neck until he found his favorite spot, sucking hard and angrily until the skin was red and welted.

Kurt cried out as his teeth sunk in, piercing gently until blood gushed into Blaines mouth.

"Youre so sweet," Blaine groaned his hips snapping forward and pausing. He lapped up the blood running from the two puncture marks on Kurts neck and sighed, his eyes turning hazy and his mind stalling into a peaceful paradise. This was what he was meant for. "So good," Blaine muttered as he closed his mouth over his bite marks and started sucking greedily.

"Good boy, Blaine," Kurt murmured. His fingers kept stroking through his hair and petting the back of his neck. "Drink until youre full, sweetheart. Yes, thats so good."

Blaine did. He lapped and sucked despite knowing he was taking too much and going too far. But Kurts blood never seemed to thin or run out, not for him. When he finally pulled back he was dazed, his eyelids heavy and his belly plump and full.

"S- sorry," he stammered. "Ive never– lost control."

"It happens the first time," Kurt whispered as he kissed over the blood on Blaines face. "Especially with a young beauty like you. Now fuck me until I need to feed."

And Blaine did. He couldnt have stopped himself if hed wanted to. Somehow Kurt had total control over his actions and his pleasures and Blaine was willing to seep right into it. Kurts fingers tangled into his loosened curls and urged him on, faster, then slower, deep and brutally hard, and then so achingly slow his knees shook. Kurt fisted himself between them, humming and sighing and crying out, gasping encouraging words and directions until he arched into Blaine with a delighted shout and came between their bellies.

"You are a really good fuck," Kurt panted as he eased Blaine out of him. "Your turn."

Blaine stumbled back against the opposite stall wall as Kurt shoved him and dropped to his knees. His hand cupped Blaines balls, and his left hand started stroking him slowly. Kurts mouth, however, started sucking over the inside of his thighs, finally pausing at one spot. Blaines feet stamped urgently in place as Kurt started to nibble and stroke him more roughly.

"P- please, Kurt, do it," Blaine panted. His boot slammed back against the stall wall as Kurts teeth sunk into his flesh and he came hard, shouting and moaning as Kurt stroked him through it and started sucking at the oozing cuts on his thigh.

He ended up on the floor with Kurts greedy mouth feeding off one thigh, then sucking him back to full hardness, before starting on the other thigh. By the time he came over Kurts fist again, he was crying in bliss and his head was swimming. Kurt crawled into his lap and kissed him fiercely, biting his lip until Blaine did the same and their blood mixed along their tongues.

"Wow," Blaine mumbled as Kurt started to nuzzle his cheek and drag his hands all over his exposed skin. "Can we do that again?"

"Im free every hour of every day," Kurt said. They stayed there on the floor for a while, sucking the drying blood and come off each other until Blaines legs stopped shaking. Kurt stood up and pulled his pants back up as Blaine found his bow tie in the toilet and grimaced.

"That can stay there," Blaine decided. "I have more."

Kurts arm slid through his as they left the bathroom and headed back through the club and to the snowy street beyond.

"When can I see you again?" Blaine asked him. "Youre– this, us, were–"

"We are," Kurt agreed without letting him finish. "Ill find you."

"Ill be looking," Blaine said.

They parted after a long, slow kiss under the street lamp, Kurt heading one direction and Blaine the other.

"Youve been knocking dicks," Santana said the moment Blaine stepped into the house. She looked him over appraisingly and nodded. "With a vampire. I can smell the dried blood on your man thighs."

"I– shut up, Santana."

Blaine tried to hurry to his room, but Tina and Sam both stopped him and yanked him back to the couch.

"It was him," Tina snarled. "I can smell him on you. Ill never forget that smell. What were you thinking? You swore not to look for him."

"And I didnt," Blaine snapped. "He found me and I only swore not to look for him. There were never any promises about fucking and sucking or anything else."

"But itll only lead to trouble," Sam said worriedly. "Youve heard the stories–"

"Yeah, stories, Sam. Stories arent always real or true," Blaine reminded him. "Look, I met him. His names Kurt and hes wonderful. Ive never felt so connected to someone in my life. Im not going to stop seeing him either, okay, so drop it now."

Tinas eyes bled red as she snarled and stalked off to her room. Santana shrugged and went back to texting while Sam looked him over uncertainly.

"Hes okay?"

"Yeah, Sam, it was fine. Amazing really," Blaine said. "Its not like Im planning on bringing him home any time soon."

"Okay," Sam said after a moment. "Okay."

It was three days before Kurt found him again. This time outside one of his usual haunts during a snowstorm. Kurt was there, waiting to drag him inside for another rough fuck that ended with them slowly sucking the blood out of each other for hours, learning the rhythm and flow of each others veins until the sun rose.

Two days after that they met in the evening at a coffee shop and for the first time Blaine found himself in Kurts apartment. They were there for four days, mapping out each others pulse points, the spots on ribs and thighs and necks that made each of them arch and cry out and twist until pleasure was thick in the air.

"Come back to bed," Kurt called sleepily.

Blaine sat at the desk, on Kurts very old laptop, trying to get the sluggish machine to send Tina a message. His friends had to be worried by now even if they assumed where he was.

"In a minute," Blaine said. He hit send for the twentieth time and finally had some success. "Finally!" He closed the laptop and spun around in the desk chair to face the bed. Kurts place was only a small studio apartment, but it was well-kept and marvelous decorated. Kurt smiled over at him from the bed, dark sheets tangled around his hips as he patted the spot beside him.

"Come on, Im hungry and not for blood this time," Kurt said. He yawned as Blaine laid down beside him and ran his hand over the little pudge of Blaines belly. "Youre so cute when youre full."

"Youre one to talk," Blaine teased. "You get that dopey, sleepy look and want to cuddle until youre hard."

"Shut up and fuck me from behind," Kurt ordered sleepily. Blaine laughed softly and snuggled up behind him.