Kurt Hummel is not afraid of haunted houses. The outfits are cheap and tacky, the decor is a disgrace- clearly the set designer has no idea what ambiance is- and the acting is worse than early Lifetime specials. Half the kids are laughing through it, too, which Kurt thinks is supposed to look maniacal, but really just makes the whole place look like a frat house.
His friends seem to disagree, the girls clasping hands (Rachel keeping Kurt's tightly) as they shuffle through together, shrieking and giggling through the different rooms. He agreed to come out with the Glee kids for a little Halloween party, seeing as it's senior year and the last time they'll all get to do this together. While the boys are off still trying to score drinks for the party, the girls insisted on braving a haunted house together. So far, they've gone through the zombie room (moaning and stumbling teenagers), the ghost room (girls in white and long messy hair) and the demon room, which Kurt thinks is a very cheap Supernatural rip-off (Yes, Kurt has watched it; why wouldn't he watch a show with two insanely hot men kicking ass?).
The next one they enter appears to be a place where things are just loud and awful, everyone screaming, and the sound of chains... Oh, this might be a torture room. God, save his ears.
"Is it over yet?" Kurt asks Rachel, shaking his leg free of one of the "tortured" girls begging for help at his ankle.
"No, I don't think so," Rachel answers, looking around apprehensively at the new room. Kurt takes a look; all black and red, extremely dim lighting save for a few purple-bulbed lamps, mock Victorian furniture and... oh, oh no. No.
Sugar screams, grabbing Tina's arm for dear life as a girl with long, curly black hair jumps out from behind one of the walls. Her eyes are red, blood dripping from her lips as she bares her long, pointed teeth. Kurt gasps, clutching Rachel's hand.
Kurt Hummel is not afraid of haunted houses.
Vampires, though? Vampires are another story.
"No," Kurt says, "No, no, no."
"Kurt-" Rachel starts from his side, gripping his hand as he tries to tug free, maybe a little frantically.
"No," He repeats, not looking at her as he struggles. Before he can escape, another girl lands before them, hissing and shrieking. Rachel jumps, and Kurt slaps his hand over his face to shield the sight of her, chanting "no" as he finally yanks his hand free and starts marching toward the next room.
Just before he reaches the doorway, however, a boy jumps out at him and grabs at his arms.
Kurt freezes.
The boy is in all black; a dress shirt tucked neatly into slacks, matched with red suspenders and one red bowtie at his neck. His skin is obviously powdered pale, but his eyes aren't red like the rest- for which Kurt is thankful- and he isn't hissing. Which is odd. The rest of them are hissing and clawing, but this boy is just standing there. Staring. Staring at Kurt.
In fact, he's staring so intensely that, if not for the fake blood smeared on his lips, Kurt wouldn't be so certain he's supposed to be part of the house.
The contact must last only half a minute, but its long enough to throw Kurt off when the boy suddenly bares pointed teeth and makes a menacing cross between a growl and a hiss. Kurt's eyes go wide, a thrill running through his entire body, and he gasps sharply as he watches the boy.
And it's a little weird.
It's a lot weird, actually, because he isn't entirely scared. He feels like he might start shaking, but he isn't exactly sure why. His body has never been so torn between fear and attraction before, and honestly, it's horribly disorienting.
All of this just makes his knees feel weak, and Kurt finds that he can't move, is afraid to even try. All he can do is stare in the face of this boy, veneers on his canines, red blood dripping from full lips and down a strong jaw, eyes bright and alive even though they're meant to frighten him. Before Kurt can even register it, he's mumbling "oh my god," out of fear or lust he doesn't even know.
Luckily, that's as far as he gets before the boy releases Kurt; he leaps to the side and starts hissing, and Kurt recognizes Rachel and Tina's squeals before he feels another hand on his arm, firmer this time.
Kurt remains frozen, and Tina is urging him out of the room, apologizing and promising to get him out.
She thinks he's paralyzed in fear. Kurt thinks it's mostly shock.
There are only two rooms left, the last being a grand finale of sorts, in which a monster from each room tries to attack you. It's very cliche, and Kurt can hardly focus on any of it, not even the vampire girl who makes a grab for him.
Stumbling out of the house, Kurt sort of feels like he's in a daze. He can't get the image of the boy out of his head. His gorgeous eyes, so intense and lovely, his sharp and defined jaw, his grip on Kurt's arm and the thrill it sent when he first met the boy's gaze. That moment that they just stared at each other before he slipped into vampire mode (it's much nicer to picture him without those awful teeth).
"Are you okay?" Tina asks as from his side, joining Rachel and Sugar in crowding him as they find a bench to sit down on. They find the boys already waiting for them there, grocery bags in hand and ready to get going.
"What's up, Kurt?" Finn asks, eying him with concern.
"I'm fine," Kurt answers, and tries to school his expression. "It's nothing."
"Kurt wet himself in the house," Santana answers; not unkindly, just like it's a fact.
"I did not," Kurt snaps back. "He- The kid grabbed me, okay? I was taken aback."
"Well, he grabbed you while you were running out, though. I saw you," Brittany adds in.
"Wait, seriously? They grab you in there?" Puck asks, holding up a hand. "Was it that freaky?"
"It actually was," Quinn answers. "I definitely wouldn't go in there alone. I'd have run out myself."
Kurt remembers then how much he truly loves Quinn.
"Seriously, Fabray?" Puck asks. After a moment's consideration, he adopts his trademark expression of badass-number-wah as he hands the brown paper bag to Rachel, straightening his shirt. "We'll see about that. C'mon dudes, let's brave this mother."
"I'm going, too," Kurt says, standing before he realizes he was speaking.
The entire group looks at him with surprise. Well, all except Puck, who reaches out for knucks with a proud smile.
"That's my boy, Kurt! No fear!"
Tina takes Kurt's shoulder as he starts to follow along behind the guys. "Do you want me to come with you?"
"No, it's okay," Kurt answers, "I'm fine. I swear."
She seems to relent as she nods and lets go, but he doesn't miss her grabbing Mike and whispering into his ear, and doesn't miss Mike straying a little close to him as they enter.
If they only knew what was going through his mind.
Yet again, Kurt finds himself unimpressed as they pass through the rooms, and he'd be bored if not for the adrenaline pumping in his veins as they near the vampire section. It's fun to watch Puck laugh and mock them, and a little hilarious to watch Finn get freaked out by the ghost girls, but mostly he's just getting nervous. Mike seems to sense that, and puts a hand on his shoulder at one point, but Kurt just flashes a tense smile and inches a bit ahead of the group.
He isn't nervous because he's scared.
This time, when they reach the room, Kurt barely looks at the female vamps. His eyes scan immediately for the boy, passing over a blonde who is nowhere near as attractive, snorting as catches Sam winking and baring his neck to one of the girls, and then his stomach flips when he sees him.
The boy hisses at Mike and then turns, meeting Kurt's gaze. He's pretty great with staying in character, but Kurt sees the recognition flash in his eyes.
Before Kurt can do something stupid (like smile or say hi, as though that wouldn't be idiotic- he suddenly regrets laughing at Sam), the boy leaps toward him, grabs his arm, and growls as he yanks him into a nook in the corner of the room.
Breathless, Kurt stares at the boy in shock, unable to move again. The boy's hissing stops and fades immediately, eyes softening as a shy half-smile takes it's place, top lip curled over a pointed canine.
"Hey, am I really scaring you?"
Kurt feels his stomach turn again; the boy's voice is so soft and concerned.
"I'm sorry," He continues, "I'd stop, but I get paid for this, you know? I have to keep going or Kaylie- the one girl with the black hair- she'll tell our supervisor I was goofing off. She's a real priss, you know?"
Kurt has to take a moment and breathe, because this close, he can smell the boy's cologne. He can see his eyes, not red like the others, but a beautiful honey color. Not to mention the boy's voice; Kurt wonders if they boy is actually trying to impersonate a Cullen here. The combination of it all is making Kurt slightly dizzy, and it simply isn't fair. This has been far too much excitement for one evening.
"No, no, I wasn't scared," Kurt attempts to regain himself, but his voice still a bit breathy.
The boy cracks a small, skeptical grin. It's awful, the charm it brings even with the horrible fangs. "You looked a little stunned," he says.
"Just- just surprised, is all. You're a very good actor."
With a short (lovely, so lovely) laugh, the boy rolls his eyes and ducks his head. "Well, thanks, but I'd hardly call this acting."
"Well, I'm not so sure," Kurt smiles, suddenly confident. "I mean, for a moment there I was actually convinced you might bite me."
Oh. Well. Okay, that just happened. Kurt hopes he isn't blushing too hard as he realizes his words, but the boy must see it, because his eyes change. His smile turns a little coy, then, and he gives a shrug as he says, "Maybe for a minute I was going to."
Kurt's stomach doesn't flip, it tries to turn itself inside out.
The boy blinks in the wake of silence, and his face goes blank for a moment, brows raising into his hair. "Wow. Wow, okay, I'm sorry. That was forward. I just-"
"What's your name?" Kurt asks.
Releasing a soft breath, the boy visibly relaxes, lips curling to a smile again. "Blaine. Yours?"
"Kurt."
"Nice to meet you, Kurt."
The boy- Blaine- grins again, and Kurt returns it full force, butterflies rushing through his gut.
"Listen," Blaine begins, licking over his bloody lips. "Um. I don't usually... but, okay, um-"
Suddenly, from inside the room, someone hisses out a loud whisper: "Blaine! Where are you!?"
Blaine shoots Kurt one apologetic look, and Kurt does his best to look understanding as he suddenly moves. He releases Kurt's arms and steps away quickly, leaping out of their hiding place just in time to hiss at a group of girls entering the room.
Kurt steps out a moment after him, and when Blaine turns around and bares his teeth, Kurt decides to play right along. He gives his most shrill scream of pure fear, flailing his hands and running out of the room. He glances back on his way out, biting back a smile as he catches the way Blaine is grinning hard, trying to keep growling at visitors while his shoulders shake with laughter.
It isn't until Kurt has rejoined his group at the bench, the high of the proximity and the conversation with the stupidly charming boy- Blaine- that he realized how stupid he's just been.
He should have made a move.
He never makes the move. Ever; not when he should. He's always too afraid, too nervous to even suggest making a move. Flirting is a feat in itself when it comes to Kurt and boys who might possibly be interested. It makes no sense how he can come on so strongly to men who don't want him, but when faced with boys he might actually return the attraction? Nope, nada, Kurt's brain says "let's stare at them until they propose" and he does absolutely nothing.
"Kurt, man," Puck says as he sits, still deep in thoughts of scolding himself. "Where'd you get off to, dude?"
Kurt doesn't see how he can lie his way out of this one without it being obvious, or without looking like a wimp. Which he is not. "I was just- I was talking to one of the vampires."
The group responds with varying amounts of surprise and confusion, but it's Santana who hits the nail on the head.
"Wait. The hot one? The one that grabbed you?"
Kurt gapes at her, his cheeks flushing, but she's off before he can try and stop her.
"Oh, I knew I got vibes from him. You gonna get some of that? You totally should, he's fine."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Puck says, "If Kurt gets to score with the vampire, I want one of the ghost chicks."
"I- I am not- We didn't-"
"Kurt, you're blushing!" Tina squeaks, "Oh my god, what did you talk about? Did you ask him out? Go get him!"
"I-"
His friends begin to cheer encouragement, and he feels a strange swell of affection for them all at that moment, no matter how mortified he's feeling. They're cheering for him to go have some "sweet boy action", and really, where will he ever find friends like this again?
And when will he be here with them again, coming down from a very surprising encounter with a very surprisingly beautiful boy, adrenaline pumping through him like he's about to go sing for the gold?
"Alright," Kurt says, not sure when he started smirking. He stands from the bench, dusting his hands over his jeans and straightening his vest, placing a hand on his hip. "Alright. I'll be right back."
Confidence spikes through him by the cheers that follow him back to the entrance of the house. Kurt smiles at the man at the door, who takes his third ticket of the night, ignoring the bemused look on his face.
"Enjoy it," He tells Kurt, "last run of the night!"
Last run. Last chance.
Kurt barely registers the zombies and dead girls as he makes his way to the vampire room. Since it's the last run and Kurt's all by himself, the girls have a field day with him, pouncing and stalking toward him with extra loud shrieks and growls. Fear begins to coil in his stomach and replace some of his determination for a moment because, shit, they're actually really scary, alright?
Finally, he reaches the vampire room. They're all quick to jump out this time, and it doesn't take him long to spot Blaine. He sees him for a flash, long enough to see Blaine's eyes light up, all traces of his character vanishing as his lips curl in a friendly, non-snarly way. It's that which makes Kurt feel less foolish about coming back, and he starts for Blaine with a smile of his own.
On his way, however, a girl jumps in front of him and tries to snap at his neck. It takes a minute to deter her, but finally Kurt is stepping past her and trying not to look too irritated, eyes searching out Blaine again.
He doesn't see him.
He doesn't see him anywhere.
Did he leave? Kurt thinks, Where did he go? Why did he leave? He looked happy to see me, didn't he?
With one last sweep of the room, Kurt uncertainly keeps going, following after a group before him. At the last room, the one that leads you to believe you're safe before all the monsters attack, Kurt's certain he's lost the boy. The group ahead of him shrieks in fear, and Kurt's already thinking of stalking around the house outside to try and find Blaine when, suddenly, the very boy himself appears in front of him.
Before Kurt can say anything, his arm is grabbed and yanked, and he finds himself pressed into another hidden wall again.
Blaine smiles at him when they're safely tucked away, hands gently on Kurt's arms, and Kurt sees that the fangs are gone. Without the veneers, Kurt is met with a full set of perfect teeth, smile bright and shining, but somehow looking no less devious than it did with the fangs.
It shoots another thrill through Kurt, and he can't help but grin wide in return.
"Hi, Blaine."
Blaine beams at him. "Three times in one night, Kurt? You must really like haunted houses."
"Nah," Kurt shrugs, ignoring the jolt in his stomach as he hears Blaine say his name (a silly part of him believe he'd have forgotten).
Then, Kurt realizes this is it. This is his chance. His nerves tense, a wave of courage and determination sweeping his stomach as he makes up his mind.
"I just forgot to do something," Kurt says, smiling innocently.
"Oh?" Blaine arches a brow, lips curled into a curious smirk. "What's that?"
Without a second thought, Kurt leans up to meet Blaine's lips, catching them in a kiss.
Blaine gasps, and Kurt holds the kiss only a moment longer before he's pulling back with a loud smack, all fierce determination now morphed into worry.
Blaine blinks in the moment of silence, looking a little floored. "Wow."
Kurt immediately panics. "Oh god, I'm sorry. That was so presumptuous- I just, you're so- and I-"
Before Kurt can finish his attempts at a sentence, Blaine's hand is suddenly cupping his cheek. Then, in an instant, his lips are on Kurt's again.
Blaine presses against his mouth, kissing him firmly, letting their lips slide together to fit. When he breaks away after a minute, it's with a small, soft smack, and Kurt gives a shaky breath.
For a moment, Kurt just stares up at Blaine, heart racing wildly and eyes wide. "Wow."
Blaine grins, huffing a soft laugh as he whispers, "Yeah." Then he's tilts his head, gaze darting quickly over Kurt's face, and leans to kiss him again.
Kurt's heart skips beats, and he thinks he might see fireworks if this were a movie, based on the feelings shooting through his stomach and chest. Their lips start a rhythm of pressing and breaking, both of them breathing softly against the other each time they reconnect. Kurt's jaw tips up for more of its own volition, and their breaths start getting a little more shallow as their mouths open together, Blaine's tongue swiping against his. Kurt makes a sound in his throat at the contact, and the next time it happens, his tongue comes to twist in the dance as well.
It's all so exciting; Kurt's head is swimming. He's kissing a boy he barely knows in a haunted house. It's dangerous, it's a little tacky, but it's exhilarating. Blaine's mouth feels like magic. He didn't know it could really feel like this, like it's scripted to be some magnificently romantic too-perfect kiss in some CW drama. It's real. It's happening. This boy is magic.
Kurt wraps his arms around Blaine's shoulders to pull him closer, craving the warmth and weight of his body, his skin tingling when they're snugly pressed together. Blaine's free hand moves from his arm to his hip at the change, the one on his cheek staying put- That is, until his lips detach from Kurt's and begin skating across his cheek, trailing down his jaw, and they move to hold Kurt's hips.
The first kiss to his neck makes Kurt gasp- he's never been kissed properly there. His fingers move to pet at the back of Blaine's neck, brushing the soft hair there, and he tries hard to keep still and quiet. Every time Blaine's fingers squeeze his hips, they fight to squirm. Kurt refrains, because he doesn't want to throw himself at the boy entirely after all, his head is already dizzy and he isn't sure how they got here or what he thinks he's doing in this situation because Kurt just doesn't do this, for God's sake.
Then Blaine's teeth graze the his neck, tugging slowly at the flesh, and before Kurt can even whine Blaine is biting sharply into his skin.
Kurt gasps, hips bucking forward with a whimper, his fingers clutching the the collar of Blaine's dress shirt. He feels and hears Blaine take a sharp breath in his neck, and then his stomach flips with the low growl that follows as he presses his own hips back against Kurt's, fingers squeezing firmly where they hold his waist. Kurt makes another sound of want in his throat, and Blaine breathes against his ear as he starts kissing his neck hotly again, grinding slowly with Kurt once more.
Feeling his entire body flush with heat, head growing very light very, very fast, Kurt barely hears it the sound of a girl calling Blaine's name come from beside them.
Crap.
It takes a moment but Blaine pulls back, eyes wide. The darkness in them begins to clear, and Kurt realizes his head had tipped back as he levels it again to look up at Blaine. They're both panting, still clutching each other, still lost in the heat between their bodies.
"Blaine?" The girl calls again. "Blaine, c'mon, where are you?"
"I-" Kurt starts in a breath.
"Wait," Blaine says, quickly detaching from Kurt and reaching into his pocket. Kurt pulls his arms back to give him space, growing shy and biting his lip as he reaches to subtly adjust his jeans.
Blaine produces a cell phone, and then looks up at Kurt, cracking a little smile again.
"Can I- Can I have your number?"
Kurt's chest swells, butterflies swooping viciously in his stomach. He nods, taking the phone and beginning to program his number in, trying hard to bite back the giant grin.
"When can I text you?" Blaine asks, and his voice is still a bit breathless and rough, but it's so shy and hopeful and polite that Kurt is hardly able to stop himself from grabbing the boy by the neck again.
Kurt feels on top of the world. He feels sexy, and wanted, and amazed at his luck- at this marvelous boy. It's so silly Blaine would even ask that, as if he'd really give him a time frame or any moment in which he'd not want a text from him. Ridiculous.
It's with that rush of confidence and butterflies that Kurt finds himself smirking, slipping the phone back into the pocket of Blaine's slacks as he answers, "As soon as you miss me."
There is some truth to those words, too, as much as Kurt doesn't want to admit that to himself. Kurt has no idea if Blaine does this all the time, if he'll even miss him at all. Even though he doesn't seem like it, Kurt doesn't want to pretend it isn't a possibility.
But Blaine's grinning at him, looking as thrilled and awed as Kurt feels. "Okay."
"I don't know where he is!" The girl calls to someone presumably outside of the house, sounding agitated, "He must have left already, I don't know!"
Blaine reaches to cup Kurt's cheek, kisses him quickly one more time, then pulls back with a shy smile.
"See ya," Kurt says lamely as he backs away, tongue between his teeth while he smiles like an idiot, but its okay because Blaine is grinning right back.
Finally out of the haunted house, Kurt checks his phone and finds a text telling him to meet the others in the parking lot, as they're ready to leave. "If you're still coming with us, that is," the last line reads with a wink, and Kurt rolls his eyes at it, but he's smiling.
"Kurt, what's that on your mouth?" Rachel asks as he shows up, the first to see him approaching. She gasps loudly as he draws near. "Is that fake blood?!"
Everyone turns to him them; Puck, Mike and Sam immediately cheer and reach for high fives. Finn does too, after a minute, although he looks pretty uncomfortable, flashing Kurt a smile and a thumbs up. Kurt flushes as the group whistles and the girls squeal in shock, grabbing at Kurt's arms for details, and he can't help but smirk even though the entire reaction is so utterly childish. Even still, he feels pretty smug and proud. Sue him- he just made out with the most gorgeous boy he's ever seen, possibly the hottest boy in Ohio, and said boy asked for his number. What, were you expecting modesty from Kurt Hummel?
"Alright, kids, quiet down, it was nothing," He says anyway, lightly brushing the hands from him. He won't be so tacky as to divulge the details, but he's still smiling brightly nonetheless, and maybe, just maybe a bit coyly.
"Are you going to see him again?" Quinn asks, "did you get his number?" She looks just as excited as he feels, and oh yes, he does love Quinn. So much.
"Well," Kurt starts, and as they begin climbing into the limo Sugar brought for them (seriously, she should have joined Glee years ago), his phone buzzes. Kurt's heart leaps as he pulls it out and sees a foreign set of numbers, the message reading nothing but: "Hi Kurt. :)"
Kurt fights with his entire being not to squeal.
"Yes," he answers the girls, not bothering to hide the grin stretching his face apart. "Yes, I did."