Bonded in blood
Prologue
The first time they tried anything with magic they were nothing more than kids. Back to when they were friends and back to the time where something like reputation wasn't as important as watching the latest shows or having the best toys. Back then it was Buffy, something they weren't supposed to watch, but that Noah always managed to do it and told them all about it the next day.
Most of the time they played like they were the characters, and sometimes they even invented whole stories where they could defeat some kind of monster with a weird powerful spell that only Giles or Willow knew.
More often than not Noah was Buffy, or at least a male hunter, and Finn was Xander, or that vampire with a soul. Kurt was always stuck with being Giles or Willow, mainly because he didn't like to go around running and dirtying his clothes, and being one of those he could stay with his books and no one would bother him.
Soon the games began to escalate. Noah would bring stakes sometimes, Finn actually got some of those fake vampire teeth and used them no matter how weird he talked… and Kurt searched everywhere at home for old books that looked like they could have spells in them.
Together they could spend whole afternoons and evenings lost in this little world of theirs, where magic was real and all kinds of evil had a simple solution, in this world where, no matter how serious was the problem, they would find a way to make everything right and this world where there was always a happy ending.
They were eight when Kurt's mom got sick, and maybe that was the reason that all the games quickly changed to long afternoons looking for books of spells, jinxes and curses to bring people back to health. The doctors said there just wasn't anything that they could possibly do to help her, it was out of their hands, and Kurt immediately thought that if it wasn't on the doctor's hands then someone, something else would be able to help her.
They researched in every book in their houses, going so far as too sneaking into attics and basements in search for new stuff they could read.
It was at Noah's where they found it.
It was hidden under the steps in the stairs that went into the basement, where they were forbidden to go because Noah's dad didn't like it.
Quickly they picked it up and brought it to Noah's room. They only needed to read a couple pages to know that they had finally found a spell book, a real one, a book that actually held answers.
It took about a week to read the book, because they only looked at the first words in each page to know if the spell would work or not. It was on Saturday that they finally found something about Blood Binds and how not even death could separate two bound people as long as they loved each other, and they immediately knew that that was the thing they had been searching for, it was the spell they needed. Kurt's mom was about to die and everyone knew that they loved each other.
It wasn't really difficult, but it could be painful and that scared Kurt a little, because he'd have to cut his skin to get enough blood to draw the marks on his mom's skin. But it didn't really matter because he was more scared of losing his mom than a little pain. His hands would heal with time and his mom just wasn't healing, she didn't have any time.
Kurt took the book with him that night and practiced the signs on his notebooks instead of sleeping when his father told him to. He stayed so late drawing them that he was fairly sure that there was no way he would ever forget them. Next time he went to visit his mom he was going to do it, he was going to cut open his hand like the book said and draw all the signs in her arms and forehead, and she was going to get better and go back home to play with him again. It always worked in the TV, so it had to be true. Then she'd go home with him, and his dad wouldn't be sad anymore, and she'd dance and sing with him while making breakfast… and things would go back to normal.
He just wanted his mommy back.
That Sunday, when his dad woke him up, Kurt only needed to look into his father's eyes to know it was too late and time had run out.