Nonsense. Pure nonsense. I don't even know why I wrote this.
Just, okay. Whatever. Read on. But I warn you...
About two things I was absolutely positive.
First, Blaine was a vampire.
And second, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.
Wes dismissed everyone from glee club with his impressive rendition of 'So long, farewell'. His voice was amazing, but Kurt wished he would let him have some say in the song selection, as Wes's taste was just a bit cliché. Kurt sighed and pulled his bag onto his shoulder. When picking out a tote, Kurt made sure it would go with the blue and red blazer, and with some time and effort, Kurt found the perfect accessory.
"Kurt." Blaine smiled as he said the name.
"H-hey, Blaine." Kurt replied, with an equally wide smile, and a stutter to go along. Kurt was always taken aback when he came face to face with Blaine's incredibly good looks.
"Do you maybe want to hang out later? We can study together!" Blaine asked, his voice rising on the last word. He loved the idea of them together.
"Yeah, that would be cool. Of course. I just have to get some things out of my locker."
"Perfect! I'll wait for you in the parking lot."
Blaine walked off with a 100-watt smile. Mission accomplished. He and Kurt would be studying together. As in all movies, Blaine would have some faux trouble with his calculus homework. Then he would ask Kurt to help him, in the sweetest 'long-lost-puppy' way, and would sneak a kiss as Kurt tried to help him. He would not admit to himself how pathetic it was that he took two weeks just planning how this would work. He should probably get some feeding done first, he thought. He didn't need anything out of the agenda to happen.
Kurt practically bounced over to his locker. His mind was full of only one thing. 'Blaine, Blaine, Blaine' it repeated, happier than it had been in a long time. Kurt decided he had enough time to do some primping so he headed over to the washroom after grabbing his belongings and washed his face. The thing about private schools, he thought, is that they always have very clean bathrooms. He gathered his things and headed out to the parking lot. He hoped he hadn't been too long.
It turns out, Kurt hadn't been long enough. What he saw was enough to earn someone a free pass to the big plush rooms kept in the back corner of a hospital. There was Blaine, blood dripping from his mouth, holding David in his arms, looking like a dear in headlights.
Kurt didn't know what to say, if there was anything to say at all. Was there a 'How to Deal with Crushes who are Vampires for Dummies'? The answer to that question was clear. Absolutely not. Because this was impossible. Absolutely impossible. Yet, even as Kurt blinked furiously, the image would not go away. Neither Blaine, Kurt, or David, who was now looking at Kurt as well, moved an inch. Blaine was the first to twitch. He let go of David and wiped his mouth.
"Kurt, hey!" Blaine said as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. He stepped towards Kurt who skidded backwards, terrified.