The sound of the doorbell rang throughout the Hummel-Hudson household. Burt was the one to answer the door, it was Blaine Anderson. Burt gave him a questioning look, it was odd for Blaine to show up unannounced. Burt knew that his son and Blaine hadn't arranged to go on a date tonight, not to mention it was (Burt glanced at the clock in the living room) nine at night. Burt called for his son, Kurt, to come to the door. "Kurt. Blaine's here," when Kurt came practically running to the front door to greet his boyfriend Burt decided to go back to back to the living room.

"Blaine, what are you doing here?" Kurt asked breathlessly. It was then that he noticed the look on Blaine's face. He looked…distraught and his eyes were red, as if he'd been crying. "What's wrong?" Kurt asked, his voice coated with obvious worry.

"I-my parents and I had a fight," Blaine said, he sounded so broken and upset and frustrated. It was after that sentence that Kurt pulled Blaine into a comforting hug. After releasing his boyfriend Kurt ushered him into the house and closed the front door behind him. He sat Blaine onto the couch in the living room and sat next to him. This got an odd glance from Burt, something was obviously wrong. "I-I just left. I d-didn't want to come here, I d-didn't want to intrude b-but before I knew it I-I was here," Blaine was sobbing now, clinging onto Kurt and shaking. Kurt rubbed his back saying soothing words. Burt got up and went to the kitchen. He came back in the living room with a glass of water, which he handed to Blaine.

"Is everything okay? What happened to him?" Burt asked. He didn't know what was going on, he only heard the second part of the conversation and he was wondering what made Blaine leave, and where did he leave from?

"He and his parents got into a fight," Kurt replied softly, rubbing soothing circles on Blaine's back. Oh. Burt knew that Blaine and his parents didn't get along; he figured that much when the boy came to his auto shop and mentioned his dad trying to make him straight by fixing a car. But how bad did they not get along?

"What happened, exactly?" Kurt asked softly. Blaine had stopped crying by now. He took a deep breath before answering. Kurt squeezed his hand encouragingly.

"I was just telling my parents that we had a date tomorrow and…"

"You're going out with him again?" Mr. Anderson asked with distaste. Blaine rolled his eyes at his dad's words. He had been going out with Kurt for six months now; he even transferred to McKinley when the new school year started…so when was his dad going to refer to Kurt as more than just 'that boy'? When was he going to realize that he was serious about Kurt and was in love with him?

"Yes, dad, I am going out with Kurt again," Blaine emphasised his boyfriends' name so his dad would get the hint that he does in fact have a name and it is not 'That Boy'.

"When are you going to realize that this isn't what you want? You're just torturing yourself and that boy by doing this," Blaine rolled his eyes yet again. His dad didn't seem to notice though and kept talking "Eventually you'll find a girl and realize what you truly want. You should just stop kidding yourself and that boy."

"Kurt," Blaine said simply.

"What?" his father was looking at him with anger now, as was usual what Blaine mentioned Kurt.

"His name is Kurt," Blaine said through gritted teeth. He was getting seriously pissed off right now.

"Whatever. You'll forget him soon enough, when you find the right girl," His dad was raising his voice and yelling. He was sneering now. Sneering! This sent Blaine over the edge. If looks could kill the glare that Blaine was sending his dad would have Mr. Anderson drop dead.

"I love Kurt and I don't plan on leaving him, so maybe you should stop kidding yourself," Blaine yelled, practically spitting the words at his father. Mr. Andersons face was red with anger now. To put it bluntly, if this was a cartoon you would see steam billowing from his ears. He got up from the couch and, before Blaine could realize what was happening, he slapped Blaine. The force made Blaine fall onto the floor. Then there was silence as Blaine clutched his cheek. Blaine looked towards his mother who was sitting on the couch was well. She just stared at her husband silently. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Blaine got up and ran to his room. He grabbed a suitcase from his closet and started throwing clothes into it. After that he stomped through the living room and out the front door. His parents didn't try to stop him at all; in fact Blaine was sure he heard his father say something along the lines of 'good riddance'. When he got to the car Blaine just sat there, gripping the steering wheel. It was then that he let himself cry before pulling out of the driveway. He didn't know where he was going to go, he just had to get away from that place.

"B-before I knew it I was here," Blaine was back to sobbing now. Kurt held him; he was on the verge of tears as well. Blaine told him whenever his parents fought with him, and not once, ever, has his father resorted to violence.

Burt was fuming. He hated that there were parents in this world that would resort to violence. Burt didn't know what to do; he just sat there in his armchair fuming with hatred. He wanted to go over and punch some sense into Blaine's bastard of a father. He was snapped out of his thoughts by his son's voice "dad, can we talk…in the kitchen?" Kurt asked. Burt just nodded. Kurt turned to look at Blaine "We'll be right back," Kurt said in a soft voice. He got up and followed his dad to the kitchen. Carol was at the door, she had obviously listening in on the conversation in the living room. Kurt rubbed his eyes and made a sniffling noise.

"He can't stay there," Kurt stated simply through sobs. Carol and Burt nodded their silent agreement. "C-can he stay here?" Kurt asked hopefully "he can stay in the guest room. Please?"

"Kurt…I don't know. What about your…condition? You haven't even told him-"

"Dad, I'll tell him eventually. I'll make sure what I am doesn't affect anything. Please?" Kurt begged. Burt sighed in defeat and nodded. Kurt smiled "Thank you!" he pulled his dad into hug before running back to the living room.

Kurt stepped back into the living room "You're staying here," he stated "I-we don't want you going back there," Blaine looked at him in disbelief.

"Are you sure?" Blaine stood up, his arms wrapping around Kurt's waist.

"Dad and Carol said it was fine. You'll stay in the guest room. Now let's go and get your stuff, it's still in your car, right?" Blaine just nodded and followed Kurt out to his car. Kurt smiled. To be honest even after Blaine transferred to McKinley the two of them haven't been able to spend too much time together, what with Kurt helping his dad out in the shop and all the homework.

"You know; if there is anything I can do to, you know, help around the house or anything-"

"Blaine, don't even think about doing anything to try and thank us," Kurt said. The two of them had gotten all of Blaine's stuff put away in the guest room (now Blaine's room) and they were cuddling on the bed. The door was open, of course, on Burt's order.

Blaine sighed in defeat. He would just have to do little things to thank Kurt's family for letting him stay. Just as Blaine was musing about what he could do to thank them Kurt got up and pushed himself off the bed. "I have to go," Blaine looked at him questioningly. Where did Kurt have to go so late? It was ten-thirty. "Uh, I just…have a craving for some pop," Kurt said quickly before heading to the door. Blaine shrugged, it was odd but he was tired and wanted to get some sleep, he'd ask about it tomorrow.

Kurt sighed. He hated lying to Blaine. He loved Blaine and knew he should be honest with him. Then on the other hand he doesn't know how Blaine would react if he knew. Would he run away? Would he break up with Kurt if he knew? Well, you never know until you try, Kurt thought bitterly to himself.

Kurt stepped out of his bed room window. He ran fast, faster than a bullet train. He felt the wind whistle past him as he ran at what felt (but obviously wasn't) like the speed of light. Kurt sighed, he loved running, and it was what he considered the only benefit of being what he was. He hated everything else about what he was, he hated the killing. But then again he couldn't leave his victims alive; they'd tell the cops and so on and so forth (well, it's not like the police could ever find him anyways, Kurt was always careful to attack and kill from behind). He stopped running after a few minutes and looked around. He was in Toronto, Canada by the looks of the sign in front of him. Not the farthest I ran, but I do have to be back in a few minutes, Kurt thought. He stalked around the streets.

He heard some (maybe five?) people talking obnoxiously loud (he could just tell he was next to a bar). Kurt slipped into the alleyway nearby and waited for them to walk by. He was in luck; the group of about five people said their goodbyes. He heard a single set of footsteps walking by the alleyway. It was then that Kurt slipped out of cover. He grabbed the person by the arm and covered their mouth with his hand so the screams were muffled. He pulled the person to the alleyway so they were concealed by the darkness of the night. He lowered his face to the struggling person's neck. He opened his mouth to show his fangs. He sunk his fangs into the person's neck, drinking the blood like his life depended on it. The human's struggles weakened and eventually stopped as the blood was drained. Kurt sucked up the blood with a loud slurping sound until all of the blood had been drained from the body.

Kurt wiped his lips clean of the blood and glanced down at his clothes. Damn. Feeding was always messy; he would have to wash his clothes ASAP when he got home. Kurt ran back home, spending as little time at the crime scene as possible. Once he got home he climbed into his bedroom window. He stripped off his bloody clothes and put on his pyjamas. He discarded the clothes in the laundry bin. Carol had been very nice once she learned of his condition, she even offered to do laundry after he fed, which was once a month. Kurt yawned and trudged groggily to his bed. He instantly started crying. He couldn't help it, he always cried after feeding. He always thought of the families of his victims and how he wished he could apologise to them. Kurt cried himself to sleep that night; it was how he always fell asleep after feeding.

Dear Gaga, he hated being a vampire.

Well this is my second Klaine fic. It'll be a multi chapter one :) and in case you haven't figured it out yet, I don't own Glee or Kurt and Blaine. Remember, reviews are to me what makeovers are to Kurt!