These violent delights have violent ends, and in their triumph die, like fire and powder which, as they kiss, consume

Chapter 1: The Dream.

I was 99% sure I was trapped in a dream, the one where you have to run, but your body never moves fast enough to escape. I was standing in a huge meadow in Forks, Washington, looking at my Grandpa James on the other side of the meadow. Grandpa had been dead for 7 years now, so that was a solid dream reminder, Grandpa hadn't changed much, and his face was as a remembered it, pale white skin shocking blue eyes. Our mouths spread into the same half smile at just the same time. I had so many questions.

"Kurt" It wasn't my Grandpa who called my name and we both turned to see the addition to our reunion. I didn't have to look to know who it was; this was a voice I would know anywhere, The voice id walk though fire for or less dramatic , slosh every day through the cold and endless Forks rain for. Blaine. Even though I was thrilled to see him, I panicked as Blaine walked towards us through the glaring sunlight. He didn't know I was in love with a vampire.

Well Grandpa, you might have noticed that I'm gay and my boyfriend glitters. It's just something he does in the sun. Don't worry about it...

I shot a panicked glance back to my grandpa and saw that I was too late. He was just turning to stare back at me, His eyes alarmed as mine. Blaine still smiling so beautifully that made my heart melt put his arm around my waist and turned to face my grandfather. His expression surprised me it was such a strange position like she was hugging an invisible person. I raised a hand that wasn't wrapped around Blaine and reached out and touch him. He mimicked the movement exactly, mirrored it. Where our fingers should have met, there was nothing but cold glass...with a dizzying jolt, my dream abruptly became a nightmare. There was no Grandpa. That was me in a mirror. Me ancient creased and withered. Blaine stood beside me, casting no reflection, lovely and forever 17. He pressed his icy, perfect lips against my dying cheek.

"Happy Birthday,"he Whispered.

I woke with a start - my eyelids popping wide open. Just A Dream I told myself. I took a deep breath, and then I jumped again when my alarm went off, that informed me today was September 13th. My birthday. and then it hit me. I felt older. Every day I would get older but this was worse. I was eighteen. And Blaine would never be.

It was just a dream I skipped breakfast to avoid contact with my dad, Burt. I struggled to get control of myself as I drove to school. I pulled into the familiar parking lot of Forks High School and spotted Blaine leaning against his black Volvo. Even after half a year with him, I still couldn't believe that I deserved this degree of good fortune.