Author's Note (PLEASE READ):
Okay, this is my first try at writing these supernatural kind of things. I ask that you disregard whatever about creatures and fictional characters when you read this. I do not plan on searching up every single myth about vampires and werewolves and wizards/witches and choosing which portrayal I like most. Along the way for this story you will find out about the different things vampires can do in this or witches. Keep one thing in mind: I do not portray warlocks or sorcerers to be destructive bad guys like what they are typically represented as. And I classify warlocks/sorcerers/wizards/witches as the same thing.
I'm sorry if this is a lot to keep up with (I don't think it is...).
Anyway, IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS DO NOT HESITATE TO ASK.
And now, ENJOY!

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or its characters or anything really. I just own my ideas and plot. This will be the only disclaimer I leave.

"Woah. This place is huge," Finn commented, one of Kurt's duffle bags slung over his shoulder and a hand steadying a suitcase.

"Duh, Finn. It has to house many... different... people."

"People. Sure. More like monsters."

Kurt smacked the back of Finn's head with his messenger bag.

"We're not monsters!"

"Finn, your brother is perfectly normal. He just has some abilities that not everyone gets to have. And Kurt, no hitting your brother."

"Yes, dad," Kurt mumbled the same time Finn said, "Yes, Burt."

The three men trudged up the steps to enormous double doors. Once they were inside, all of their eyes widened. It was definitely not a high school like any other.

The ceiling probably stretched miles up, there were staircases left and right, doors that led to who-knows-where, and gorgeous furniture and artwork.

"This is definitely tasteful," Kurt commented before following his dad and step-brother to the office to the side.

The office window and door were entirely glass. Finn's eyes almost bugged out of his head when he caught sight of creatures with purple or green or blue skin.

"This is so trippy," he whispered.

Inside, there were ladies bustling about taking care of paper work and phone calls, some dragging students by the ear lecturing them.

"Hello! You must be our new transfer Kurt Hummel," the lady at the front said, wearing an extra big smile.

Upon the lady's head was a witch hat and she wore a long cloak. Her eyes were cloudy and absolutely drew you in.

"I'm Ms. Serena Smirnov, it's very nice to meet you."

She held out her hand, red nails long and pointy.

Each of the men shook her hand and smiled.

"So which one is our little warlock?" she giggled.

"Me!" Kurt piped up. "My step-brother and father don't have any abilities. I inherited mine from my deceased mother."

"As a matter of fact, I think I do remember reading that in the file that was sent! Anyway, welcome to Dalton Academy for Boys. Here is the student handbook and your schedule. Your roommate should be here momentarily to give you a tour."

"Thank you, Ms. Smirnov," Kurt said with a wave as he stepped out of the office with his dad and brother.

Once they were out of the office, a pale quirky blond waved to Kurt.

"You must be my new roomie! I'm Jeff Sterling."

Kurt held out his hand and Jeff laughed.

"None of that! We're gonna be roommates, man!"

Jeff pulled Kurt in for a "bro-hug" but considering Kurt didn't get those often, he stood there a little awkwardly.

"Well, this is it. I'll call and try to come home as often as I can," Kurt said to his family.

Burt and Finn both hugged him, each saying their "love you's" to Kurt.

Finn even threw in, "If anyone messes with you, just remember you can tell me. And sure, I may not have powers or whatever like you, but we're brothers. We help each other out no matter what."

Kurt was a little teary-eyed from that and nodded his thanks.

Jeff grabbed Kurt's heavier luggage and started leading the way to an elevator nearby.

"Oh, never use the elevator unless you're handi-capped. It's okay if we do right now because you have all of this luggage."

Kurt kept that little piece of information in mind, not wanting to get in trouble at such a prestigious school.

"So um... What exactly... are you?" Kurt asked nervously as they rode a few floors up.

Jeff chuckled, "No one's going to be offended if you ask that. It's cool, Kurt. I'm a vampire."

Kurt internally cringed, already scared. He knew that there was a no-harrassment policy but who knows if it's completely enforced?

Jeff frowned before speaking again.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Kurt. I don't feed off of anyone. I drink from blood bags that we get from hospitals. No one around here is going to harm you, I can promise you that. And well, if they do, just let me know and I can always have a filling meal!"

Kurt had to laugh at that, but it probably also had to do with Jeff's infectious laughter.

"Thanks, Jeff. I haven't really had a lot of people to look out for me."

"We're gonna be like brothers now, Kurt! Of course I'm going to look out for ya, man."

Jeff gave Kurt a goofy grin as the elevator doors opened.

"And here is our floor! Which is probably the coolest one, in my opinion. All of the Warblers are on this floor, along with just a bunch of great guys."

"The Warblers?" Kurt questioned.

"That's our school show choir. I'm in it."

Kurt's eyebrows rose. "Oh? I sang in my old school's glee club as well."

"You should definitely join ours then! I could totally snag you an audition. The council is pretty cold, but they're really just a bunch of big teddy bears. They're like older brothers to us. They're all seniors too, though. And most of us are juniors, so that's probably why they're like a fatherly figure – if you will – while we're away from our family – "

"You're rambling, Jeffy," a dark haired boy said as he strode towards the two.

"Nicky! Kurt, this is my best friend Nick Duval."

"It's very nice to meet you," Kurt said as he shook hands with the other boy.

"You as well. I'm sure Jeff has mentioned he's a vampire. I'm a werewolf."

Kurt's lips curved downwards.

"How are you two best friends if your kind hate each other?"

Nick slung an arm around Jeff, hugging him tightly to his side.

"We're lovers, not fighters. It's true, most werewolves and vampires around here can't stand each other, but it's just how they were raised. There's a lot of bad blood between our kind but Jeffy here and I have gotten over that. We think it's kinda stupid," Nick explained.

Kurt nodded his understanding and smiled gently.

"That's really cool. Two complete opposites like you guys being best friends."

"Yeppers!" Jeff exclaimed. Then, "Well, let's get you settled into our room!"

Jeff gave a little squeal as he took off down the hall to their dorm.

Kurt and Nick just laughed at his antics and followed.

"He's eager to have a new roommate. He didn't like his old one that much. A very, very pretentious vampire. They're still friends, but they don't agree much," Nick spoke as he grabbed one of Kurt's bags for him.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, he's kind of the school slut," Nick mumbled. "Be careful of him, okay? His name's – "

Just then a door flung open and out walked perhaps the most gorgeous guy Kurt had ever laid eyes on.

He was tall and slim, yet muscular. He had immaculate brown hair and was incredibly pale. His green eyes shimmered as they landed on Nick and Kurt.

"Speak of the devil," Nick chuckled.

"I heard Sterling's mating call," the brunet rolled his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, he was standing right in front of Nick and Kurt.

"So, you're the guy replacing me, eh?"

His emerald eyes roamed over Kurt's lithe body. He was definitely intrigued.

"Mmm, shame they didn't kick Sterling out and let me have you all to myself..." he murmured as he licked his lips.

And Kurt could have sworn he saw two pointy teeth.

"A- and you a- are?"

Kurt internally damned himself for sounding like some shy nervous schoolgirl.

"Sebastian Smythe, Sterling's former roommate. We were about to tear the room apart with our constant arguing, and it was best if one of us moved into another dorm. And who are you, gorgeous?"

Kurt may have blushed a little bit at the nickname. Okay, maybe a lot.

"I'm Kurt, Kurt Hummel."

"Well, Kurt, enchanté."

Sebastian grabbed Kurt's hand that wasn't busy with a bag and placed a gentle kiss on each of his knuckles.

Kurt blushed and practically swooned. He uttered the words, "Oh non, le plaisir est le mien," just a little too breathlessly. (Oh no, the pleasure is mine.)

Sebastian quirked an eyebrow and grinned.

"A man who knows his French, I'm very impressed. Well, I will leave you to get settled. Don't be a stranger, Kurt."

And with a wink and wicked grin, he was suddenly gone, his long fast legs carrying him back into his dorm room where the door shut with a loud slam.

"So that was Sebastian..." Nick said.

"And I'm supposed to stay away from him?"

"You should, but I get the feeling you won't," Nick laughed as he and Kurt made their way to Kurt's new room.

"Took you guys long enough!" Jeff yelled from where he was clearing more room for Kurt. "I've been a little busy, so the room isn't exactly the neatest at the moment. Sorry."

"Hey no, it's fine," Kurt said as he set down his belongings.

"So, that's your bed," Jeff said as he pointed to a twin bed with navy sheets. "And your desk and drawer is on your side. We have communal bathrooms here, by the way."

Kurt cringed at that last part but shook his head. Surely it wasn't that bad, even if it was teenage boys...

"Wait, do you even sleep, Jeff?"

The blond threw his head back and laughed.

"I'm a creature of the night. Does that answer your question? No, Kurt, I do not sleep. All of that sleeping in a coffin all day crap is lame. And no, I don't turn into a bat."

"What do you do then?" Kurt asked as he began unpacking, Nick by his side helping him.

"I'm allowed to roam about and do whatever. We do have curfew though, so I can't hang out outside of the school like I wish."

The three boys continued chatting as they helped Kurt settle in.

They took the time to check out Kurt's schedule afterwards as well.

"Our schedules are going to vary based on who we are. Like I see you're taking Latin to help with your sorcery," Nick said.

"You have gym and lunch with us, though! Hmm..." Jeff continued reading off Kurt's classes as he helped organize Kurt's wardrobe.

"You know, you brought along a lot of outfits considering we wear a uniform here," Jeff joked as he placed yet another designer outfit – folded absolutely neatly – in Kurt's drawer.

"You never know!" Kurt argued with a small smile.

"You did get your uniform, right? Because all I see are your own – very interesting – clothes."

"Of course!" Kurt replied before pulling out several pairs of dress shirts and slacks.

The blazer and tie had been dropped off for Kurt before his arrival, being lain on his tiny bed.

"Sweet! Well, it seems as though you'll only be seeing us in phys. ed and at lunch during school hours," Jeff commented sadly.

"But don't we learn normal subjects here? How do we not have anything else together?" Kurt frowned.

"You're taking way harder classes than me," Jeff replied, just a little embarrassed. "But it looks like Nick is in your English class!"

"Aww, you're not dumb, Jeffy," Nick giggled as he ruffled the blond's hair.

"No touching the hair!" Jeff screamed as he quickly fixed it.

"I think we're gonna get along just fine," Kurt grinned.

Nick glanced down at his watch and smiled. "It's almost time for dinner. Let's go grab some seats in the dining hall, yeah?"

And the three walked down the stairs together to the dining hall, Kurt linking arms with a boy on each arm as if they were friends forever.

"Hello, friends!" Jeff yelled as he took a seat at the Warblers table.

"C'mon Kurt, don't be shy," Nick winked as he sat down.

"Oh, everyone! Say hi to our newest transfer, Kurt Hummel. He wants an audition, by the way, Wesley," Jeff said as he blew over his steaming bowl of blood.

"If- If that's alright, of course," Kurt stammered as he sat down in between his newest friends.

"That's more than okay. The Warblers could always use more talent," an Asian boy at the other end of the table said with a kind smile before pretty much devouring a steak.

"We werewolves have quite the appetite," Nick commented when he saw Kurt's horrified expression.

"I can see that..."

The guy Kurt had met earlier made his way into the dining hall, drawing the attention of many people.

Sebastian Smythe.

"Good evening, ladies. Anyone up for some hunting before cur – oh, hello, gorgeous."

Sebastian shoved Jeff away and squeezed himself next to Kurt, his right arm making its way around Kurt's shoulders.

"Hey!" Jeff pouted as hot blood was almost spilled all over his uniform.

"You just smell absolutely ravishing this evening, gorgeous," Sebastian whispered in Kurt's ear, making him visibly shiver.

Nick cast Kurt a look from his side as if warning him.

"It's nice to see you again, Sebastian. Although I'd appreciate it if you got your arm off of me," Kurt mumbled.

"Oh, come on, gorgeous. Don't you want me? Everyone does."

And in that instant, any kind of feeling Kurt had for the green eyed boy was gone.

Kurt narrowed his eyes and threw Sebastian's arm off of him.

"Do you think I'm some easy whore who tries to get it from anyone? Well, newsflash, Smythe, I'm not. I'm not some toy you can play around with."

Around the table the Warblers that had been in their own conversations – paying no mind to the new kid – all turned to stare at him, some wide eyed and bewildered. Others shouted, "ohhh!" like a bunch of middle schoolers.

Sebastian didn't let Kurt's little outburst discourage him. He simply smirked.

"Alright, Hummel, let's get this straight. When I see something I want – "

An icy cold hand found its way to Kurt's pink tinted cheek, softly caressing it.

"I get it. Understand?"

Kurt glared and did the only thing he could think of.

"Understand this, Smythe."

And with a lift of Kurt's hand and a quick mutter of Latin, Sebastian's lips were sealed shut, as if they were glued together.

"Mmm mmm mmm!" he tried.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

Kurt stood up and dumped his water on the boy, immediately making his way out of dining hall away from all the stares he was receiving.

"Kurt! Kurt!"

He glanced over his shoulder to see Nick and Jeff running up to him.

"Dude, that was so awesome!" Jeff beamed.

Nick looked grave. "Yeah, but now Kurt could be in serious trouble. We're allowed to use whatever abilities we have as long as we don't harm another student."

Both Jeff and Kurt's faces fell.

"Bu- But he kept coming on to me! And I didn't technically hurt him – "

Overhead, a voice came from nowhere – it must have been the PA system the school had.

"Kurt Hummel, please report to the headmaster's office. Immediately."

Kurt groaned. "I just got here and I'm going to get kicked out!"

Jeff grabbed Kurt by the shoulders. "You won't get kicked out, I promise. You'll probably just get detention or something. It's going to be okay. Do you need help getting to the headmaster's room? You go through the main office."

"I'll figure it out," Kurt grumbled as he hurriedly made his way around the school to the main lobby and through the glass doors of the main office.

Ms. Smirnov gave Kurt a sad smile and pointed him to a door with a gold plate on it with the words "HEADMASTER'S OFFICE" engraved in it.

Once Kurt entered, he was drawn to how large the office was, and how elegant it was.

"Close the door."

There was a man standing behind a big desk, facing away from Kurt.

Kurt shut the door and moved forward a little.

"Mr. Hummel, please sit."

And so Kurt did. The armchairs were particularly comfortable, but Kurt's nerves were still not at ease. What if what Jeff said was wrong? What if he got expelled already? His dad and step-mother already paid his tuition and board and they couldn't possibly get a refund. They had spent so much for him to be safe, and he was about to throw away his chance at a safe and rigorous learning experience.

The man finally turned around, one of the biggest smiles Kurt had ever seen plastered on his face.

"Kurt, my boy!" the man said as he walked around and grasped Kurt into a tight hug.

"Um, sir? Am I expelled?"

"What are you talking about? You mean that fluke with Smythe? Pft. I never did like that boy, and he got what was coming to him. I just wanted to say that word of what you did to him went around, and I must say I am extremely impressed."

"Wait, what?"

"You already know how to cast spells on people with just a wave of your hand and some well spoken Latin. To think we were placing you in an intermediate class to enhance your abilities!"

The man took a seat in the armchair next to Kurt's, still grinning.

"I don't understand... I thought I was 'bullying,'" Kurt made air quotes here, "someone and that it would not be taken lightly."

"I'm usually not one for nepotism, but you're my only nephew! And besides, it's funny that you finally shut up that Smythe boy."

Kurt blinked.

"I'm sorry. Did you just say 'nephew?'"

The man threw an arm around Kurt.

"Of course I did! I'm your mother's younger brother. And I'm a warlock just like you. One of the best, too. That's why I hold this position. You don't remember your Uncle Caleb?"

Kurt shook his head, stunned. He was never told he had living family from his mother's side. He attended his grandparents' funeral already and he thought that was it. There was still his dad's mom and Carole's family but that was it.

"You mean to tell me all this time I've been lied to? I thought I had no more ties with my mother!" Kurt abruptly got up and stared down the headmaster – no, his uncle.

"You haven't been lied to, Kurt. It was already bad enough your mother taught you of the wizarding and witchcraft ways when you were so young. We thought it best that we wait until you were able to begin studying here at Dalton Academy, which is where I went when I was your age. Your mother attended our sister school. I don't understand why she felt the need to start teaching a four year old about magic when she didn't even learn till she was fourteen – "

"Stop it! Stop- Stop talking about her! Just stop!"

Kurt held his head in his hands, willing tears to go away.

"I can't hear this right now," he whispered.

"But you need to," his uncle replied sternly. "You need to know everything there is to know. You need to know all about your family, because your father doesn't know all the details. You think your mother was the only one who was a witch? Think again. Your family has been doing magic for centuries."

"Tell me this!" Kurt started. "If we're a family of wizards and witches, why couldn't someone have saved my mom? How come she died of illness? How? Why?"

Kurt's uncle sighed, his shoulders hunching.

"Kurt, you don't understand. Your mother did not die of an illness. You were too young to know anything that was going on."

"Well then how about I get the truth now?" Kurt shouted.

The headmaster stood, a glare fixated upon Kurt.

"With the attitude you are giving me, you need not know right this second. You better drop this otherwise I will not study and train with you like I am supposed to."

Kurt's bottom lip quivered.

"I just want to know what happened to my mom," he whispered.

And that just really softened his uncle's heart. He stepped closer and wrapped his arms around his small nephew.

"I can't tell you right now. You don't have full control of your capabilities and you could potentially hurt yourself or someone else. For now, you take classes to better yourself. And a few times a week you will meet with me for private training. I will be moving you up to an advanced class for warlocks."

"I'm sorry. It's just been a rough time for my family with money for the tuition of Dalton, and there was my bullying issue – "

"Kurt, it's okay. Your parents aren't paying for your tuition. With me being the headmaster, I pulled some strings of course. But you are to tell no one that I am your uncle. I could potentially lose my position as headmaster."

Kurt nodded.

It's already been one hell of a day, and he hasn't even started classes yet.