Alright, so I just went back and reread the first few chapters of this story and realized they are incredibly terrible. Then I realized that not only do all of you put up with my shitty updating schedule but you all kept reading even after those first few train-wreck chapters.

So I'd just like to say thank you to all of you as I present the last installment of When Love and Death Embrace.

"Blaine? Are you alright?" Finn asked darting over to the boy as Puck returned from warning the entire house that Blaine had returned. Everyone was currently in the kitchen, keeping their distance and watching as Puck took Kurt's limp body from his arms. Finn took Blaine's arm and tried to pull him over to the couch but Blaine stayed glued to the spot.

"He's not…?" Blaine swallowed, unable to finish the question. "Is he?" He asked, staring down at Kurt. Puck shook his head.

"When a vampire dies, their body turns into ashes and scatters into nothing. If we still have a body, then we still have Kurt." Blaine nodded and swallowed again.

"I just don't know what could have happened to him that would cause him to fall unconscious." Puck wondered aloud Blaine stood by, stiff and silent.

"Blaine?" Blaine turned his head. Finn was staring at him.

"What?" Blaine asked. It came out in a sleepy manner as he returned his gaze to Kurt's face.

"Are you alright?" Blaine nodded.

"I'm fine. Why?" Finn stared at him incredulously.

"Blaine, I think you've been shot. Your arm is bleeding…a lot. I'm actually surprised you're not dead yet." Blaine looked down at his arm and saw the blood soaking into his shirt, dripping from the wound in his shoulder that he received when Dr. Chris had shot him.

"Now that you mention it, I think I did die." Blaine murmured. Finn's body froze from where he was helping Puck place Kurt's body on the couch.

"What was that?" Finn asked. Blaine shook his head.

"Nothing. It's just that…well Kurt bit me and-"

"He bit you?!" Finn yelled. Blaine took a step back in surprise, his first actual reaction other than just standing and staring.

"Well, yeah. I mean, it's fine because on the way over here I checked and I still have a pulse so…" he trailed off as Finn continued to stare at him with wide eyes. He glanced over at the rest of the clan in the kitchen, all of their faces matching Finn's. "What's wrong?" He asked.

Finn sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "No one explained it to you." He muttered. He dropped his hand and looked at Blaine with a wary gaze. "No one explained to you how a vampire is created, did they." Blaine shook his head. Finn took a deep breath.

"It begins with a vampire draining the blood of a human, like Kurt did to you. The human will still have a pulse afterwards like you do. The vampire then falls into a coma-like state." Blaine's eyes flicked over to Kurt, lying limp on the couch and then back to Finn.

"The vampire stays this way until the human…well, until the human dies." Finn continued. "Then the vampire and the human both awaken, both as vampires."

Blaine stared at Finn and then at Kurt's body on the couch. "So…Kurt's going to stay like this until I die." He stared at Kurt for a few moments before turning back to Finn. "Then I have to die." He said simply.

"Blaine, do you realize what you're saying? You'd be dead. Your heart would never beat again. You'd-"

"That's just as well, because as long as Kurt's like this, every heartbeat will feel like a stab to the chest!" Blaine yelled.

The room fell silent. Finn looked over at the members waiting in the kitchen. "Everyone leave this floor. Same with you, Puck." Everyone slowly shuffled out to the stairwells. Finn and Blaine stood still until the last person was gone. Finn sighed.

"Come on." He said. "Come sit down." He gently tugged Blaine by the arm and got him to sit down in one of the arm chairs in the room. Finn sat down in the other one. Blaine looked over at Kurt on the couch. He reached out and brushed his hand across his cheek softly. Finn watched him in silence.

"What's the matter with you?" He finally asked. Blaine turned to him.

"I don't understand."

Finn let out a breath, unnecessary for a vampire, but a natural instinct none-the-less. "I'd like to know what could have happened to you that would make you so damn insane." Blaine stared at him with hard eyes.

"Why the hell do you think I'm insane?" He asked a bit frustrated. Finn cocked his head to the side.

"Just think about it for a second. A month ago, you stumbled across a couple of guys in an alleyway who knocked you out. You woke up in a fucking dungeon and later, after thinking you were going to die, ended up agreeing to date a bloodsucking vampire."

"I thought I was dreaming." Blaine muttered. Finn shot him a glare and Blaine shut his mouth, waiting for him to continue.

"Now I'm not going to argue with love. Maybe you and Kurt did love each other. That's why it all happened so fast." Blaine smiled a bit. "But what I'm having a hard time understanding is why you would risk your life to save him, and then offer to die just to see him wake up. What the hell could have happened to you that would make you want to give up your life so easily?" Blaine's eyes turned hard and cold as he stared back at Finn.

"Let me tell you something. My life has been shit up until this point. My mom died when I was young and my dad beat me because I was gay. I have lived life in fear because of who I am. Then one day, I meet this beautiful man who kisses me like we've already fallen in love." Blaine's smile begins growing. "And then he just asks me if I want to be with him, to love him, and to hold him. It was like a perfect dream." His smile falls as he looks over at Kurt, lying still on the couch. "And now that perfect dream is falling apart and I'm the only one who can fix it." He turns back to Finn who is staring at him in wonder. "So yes, maybe I am insane for wanting to die for a man I've only known a month. But you and I and everyone else in this house want Kurt to be awake and happy. And my death seems to be a small cancellation for that to happen."

Blaine looks back at Kurt as Finn stares at him with an unreadable expression.

"You really do love him." Finn murmured. Blaine doesn't move, just brushes another piece of hair from Kurt's face.

"So, how am I going to do this?" Blaine asked, his eyes never leaving Kurt's face. Finn stiffened beside him.

"You do realize what you're getting into, right? You'll never age, never breath again, never feel you heart beat again." Blaine nodded in understanding.

"It's worth it if I'm going to be able to be with Kurt until the end of time. Besides, I won't be gone forever. I'll wake up, right?"Finn nodded.

They sat in silence for a few moments until Finn sighed again. This time it wasn't a sigh of exhaustion but a sigh of surrender.

"Kurt didn't want you to die for another few months. If he gets mad when he wakes up and finds you dead then I'm blaming it on you." Blaine gave a short chuckle and nodded. Finn placed a hand on Blaine's shoulder. Blaine thought he was trying to be comforting.

"So, I ask yet again, how am I going to do this? Are you going to drug me or something? Make me die of an overdose?" Blaine felt Finn's hand shift from his shoulder to grasping Blaine's chin. He felt Finn's other hand reach up and grab hold of the back of Blaine's head.

"Finn what are you-" Blaine's words were cut off as Finn jerked his hands, pulling Blaine's head one way and his chin the other. With a clean crack, Blaine's neck snapped and he slumped to the floor as Finn let go of his head.

"We need something a bit quicker than an overdose." Finn whispered.

Blaine knew it was an overused phrase. It's said in too many movies to think of and has nearly lost its meaning. But it was the first thing that popped in his head when he opened his eyes and saw nothing but bright white above him.

"Is this heaven?" He asked aloud. He expected his voice to sound dry and raspy but instead it came out quiet but clear. He shifted and found that he was lying on something soft, comforting, and oddly familiar. He sat up and found that he was in Kurt's and his bedroom. He looked over and saw the sun shining through the window, casting a warm glow on the wood flooring. Blaine slowly turned his head, taking in the full view of the room. Everything was as he remembered; the solid white walls with various paintings and mirrors hanging on the walls. He looked down and saw the familiar blood red sheets that he fallen asleep every night in for the past month.

He sat in bed for a few moments, unable to really move and leave the room. His eyes traveled downward and he saw that he was clothed in black sweatpants and a grey t-shirt. But that wasn't the only thing he noticed.

His skin was smoother and paler; not quite white but lighter than the olive toned skin he had originally. He looked at his arms and saw they looked more solid than they had been. He hadn't exactly been skinny before but now he looked more built.

He lifted a tentative hand and touched his shoulder lightly. No pain could be felt so he gripped it harder, expecting pain to shoot through his body from his gunshot wound. He felt the area of skin beneath his shirt and found it smooth.

Blaine raised a hand to his throat and placed two fingers on his pulse point. He sat in silence for a few moments before lowering his hand. Blaine sat for a few seconds before jumping out of the bed. Under normal circumstances, Blaine probably would have tripped and fell from moving so fast but his body moved with surprising grace. He ran over to the nearest mirror on the wall and stared.

What he saw was a face too perfect to be his own yet it had his original features, like his hazel eyes and triangular eyebrows. But his skin was flawless, his lips artfully sculpted and his nose perfectly shaped. He raised a hand to his face and lightly touched his cheek, just to check that it was his own.

"I…I'm-"

"Beautiful." A voice spoke from behind him. Blaine spun around and saw a person too beautiful to exist anywhere but up in heaven with all the other angels. Blaine could see features on him that hadn't been visible before like the light brown highlights in his hair. To say his eyes were beautiful would be an understatement. They were an ever shifting array of bright blue, green, and silver. But even as Blaine looked at all of these distractingly beautiful features, he could still see the man beneath them.

"Kurt."

"What's happening?" Mercedes asked as she came up behind Finn and Puck. They were all waiting outside of Kurt and Blaine's room. Kurt had gone in a little while ago but they couldn't hear them talking. Kurt had made the door to his room sound proof to the point where even their inhuman hearing couldn't pick up any noise.

"I don't know." Puck said as he tried to find an open crack or hole in the door to peer through. "Kurt locked the door." Puck took his face away from the door.

"I bet you fifty dollars that Blaine attacks him." He said turning to Finn.

"Oh shut it, will you." Mercedes said as she smacked him on the arm.

"Kurt…oh my god. You…you-" Blaine stuttered as Kurt carefully walked up to him with a measured smile.

"I…drank your blood? Killed you? Cursed you to eternal damnation?" Kurt finished. "Or I suppose you should choose all of the above seeing as how-" Kurt was cut off by Blaine wrapping him in his arms in a tight embrace.

"You're alive." He murmured, burying his face into Kurt's hair. Kurt meanwhile stood there in shock. Blaine pulled back and cradled Kurt's face in his hands. "You're alive." He whispered again.

Kurt reached his hands up and placed them over Blaine's. His eyes were wide with disbelief as he stared at Blaine, who couldn't stop smiling like a dork.

"Blaine," Kurt whispered. "What's wrong with you? I basically killed you and you're happy to see me alive?" Blaine's smile fell.

"Kurt, I couldn't care less what you do to me. Just as long as you never leave me." He wrapped his arms around Kurt. "And I'm getting real sick of people thinking I'm insane." He grumbled. Kurt gave a soft laugh.

"Well you sort of are." He said softly as he reached up and wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck. "But I wouldn't be awake if you were in your right mind so I guess I should be thankful." Kurt smiled at Blaine sadly.

"What is it?" Blaine asked. Maybe Kurt was bored with him now that he wasn't human. Maybe he liked mortality. But Kurt just rested his head against Blaine's chest.

"No more heart beat." He murmured. "I'm going to miss that." He raised his head and stared at Blaine, his smile no longer sad. "But now I have you forever. Or at least until you get bored of me."

Blaine chuckled and pulled away from Kurt, keeping their hands together. "So…forever." Blaine confirmed with a smile. Kurt's eyes widened and he took his hands away to cover his mouth, stifling a laugh.

Blaine's eyes widened. "What? What is it?" he asked. Kurt shook his head in disbelief and took Blaine's hand again. He began leading him towards the bedroom door.

"It's nothing. It's just that…well. I think you might be hungry."

"Hungry?" Blaine asked confused. Kurt nodded and led him to a mirror hanging by the door and turned Blaine towards it. Blaine stared at his reflection confused. He opened his mouth to ask Kurt what he was supposed to be looking for when he saw it.

Ivory needles protruding from his gums. He gasped and closed his mouth.

"How did I not feel those before?" He asked as he opened his mouth slightly to see the glinting fangs. Kurt shrugged.

"Most vampires don't feel them in the beginning. You notice them later because it's accompanied by some throat ache. It's a sign that you're hungry." Kurt took Blaine's hand again.

"So…I need to drink blood now?" Blaine asked slowly. Kurt nodded and gave Blaine's hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Yeah, but don't be so worried. We're not going to make you kill someone so early on. We have some extra blood stored in the basement." Blaine nodded.

"Okay then. But what's going to happen when I drink blood? Will it just feel like I was thirsty and drank some water or…" Kurt shook his head.

"You get this instantaneous feeling of strength. And stamina too, which is important." Blaine cocked his head to the side in confusion.

"Why is stamina important?" he asked. Kurt just shot him a suggestive smirk. Blaine stared for a moment before it clicked and he nodded.

"Yep. Stamina is important, very important." He agreed quickly. Kurt chuckled and he placed a hand on the handle of the bedroom door.

"So," Kurt said. "Ready to start your eternal damnation?" He asked. Blaine placed his other hand over Kurt's, so they were gripping the handle together.

"Ready when you are."

Yeah…so… ta da!

The End :P