Title: Steal Me Away
Rating: M
Warnings: Slash, blood, lots of cursing, and vampires that don't sparkle
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, but I really really wish I did
Summary: (AU) Puck has an incredibly boring life as a criminal lawyer. That's why he spends his weekends having fun. Enter: Kurt Hummel, a heartless Vampire looking for a meal. And fate has decided to put the two in one bed, what could possibly go wrong?
Authors Note: I started this on LJ, and decided it would be fun to post it here too. Commets are much loved, don't be afraid to leave one :) :) :)

Chapter One

It was Saturday night and the city streets below were bustling with eager couples and confident singles. Everybody was going out to get laid, or paid depending on how they liked to spend their nights; and it was all so fascinating for Kurt Hummel. He smirked down at the people from his sixth floor loft's window, smirked at the predictable human nature. The human need to be out and mingling. Of course Kurt, when he felt it necessary, would go "out" from time to time; but even then it was for a totally different reason.

Kurt was completely satisfied for the first time this month. And even after planning to throw on his nice clothes and find a man to take to bed (or other places), he wasn't sure he wanted to go to the trouble anymore. After days and hours and endless minutes of being on the very brink of breaking, Kurt could sigh with content and relax. He would deal with the pizza boy's dead body on his apartment floor later; right now, he was going to finish licking the blood from his fingers.

XxXxX

Loud music and drunken sluts that were willing to put out were two of Noah Puckerman's favorite things. And when they were put together in the same place, he couldn't bring himself to stay away. Which is how he found himself at Club Liquid dancing with a blonde cougar who was probably twice his age. Ah, the curse of being 25.

But it was Saturday, and he reserved Saturdays for fun. Considering that Noah spent the rest of the week in court fighting for serial killers and pedophiles to be released back onto the streets, he liked to find the time to enjoy his life every once in a while. And his job was not the place for that, because Noah really hated his job.

But what he didn't hate was the hot brunette that was sitting at the bar. Maybe it was his intoxicated mind making him think this, but he really wanted to tap that. Noah pushed away from a protesting cougar and stumbled his way to the bar.

"Hey baby," Noah slurred, the brunette just sat there looking at him with curious eyes that Noah could've sworn were red. "...you're hot."

"Well that's quite sweet for someone who is half a drink away from flat lining." The brunette's voice was musical, and his words made Noah hopeful. "My name is Kurt, and I would love if you would join me at my apartment."

"I'm Puck...and I want to fuck you." Kurt smirked and slipped from his chair. Sauntering off in a pair of too-tight jeans, he motioned for Noah to follow. Noah followed.

It was times like these when Kurt was grateful for owning an apartment above a nightclub. Less walking and less hassle. It only took the two a little less than three minutes to stumble through his bedroom door with their lips firmly locked; and even less time for Kurt to pin Noah on his bed.

"Mmm," Kurt let out a moan as he loomed over his prey, eyes taking in the muscle and pulsing veins. "You look so...yummy." He giggled, giddy and lusting despite the fact that he had eaten only hours before. He was going to keep this one alive, only take a little now and then see how long he could make him last. He imagined it was going to be like having his own pet. He had always wanted a pet.

Puck was more determined to get down to business, and wasted no time in stripping both him and Kurt of their shirts. Running his hands over the soft pale skin in front of him, he couldn't help but think of how he had scored. Busy bi-sexual lawyers didn't get pieces of ass like this. Of course, most busy bi-sexual lawyers didn't look like him...but still.

So Puck made the best of this and thoroughly kissed the male on his lap, before flipping them over and ravishing the rest of this lithe body with his tongue. Soon Kurt was nothing but a panting lump of bliss beneath him, and he liked it. He was enjoying it, until Kurt leaned up and there was a sharp pain in his right bicep, followed by loud slurping sounds. And then everything was black.

XxXxX

Kurt watched Noah's chest rise and fall as he breathed, and Kurt smiled a little. It had been years since he had kept someone alive after sleeping with them, and it was almost like he had a heart...Almost. Instead of a heart he had fangs and a lust for blood.

"Ugh." Kurt was shaken from his thoughts when he heard Noah moan. The man was clutching his head, no doubt because of the hangover, and Kurt took that as his cue to help relieve his pain.

"Here." He said, holding out a glass of water and two Advil as Noah sat up in bed. "This is for the headache."

He took the offerings gratefully and downed half the glass before taking the pills. Then he finally took the time to examine his hookup. The boyish looking male in front of him was clad in a silk robe that showed off glimpses of his milky white skin. "Thank you." Puck muttered, but his eyes were still attached to the other's body. He had never wanted to remember anything as much as he wanted to remember last night.

"You're welcome." Kurt rustled through the drawer by his bed until he found what he was looking for. A black ceramic pill box. It contained a handful of small red pills, he handed one to Puck. "That's for the bite."

Puck was confused, and it showed on his face as he took the capsule from pale hands. The other smirked at his expression and pointed to his arm, Noah followed his finger with his gaze; and gasped. There were two gaping holes in his upper bicep surrounded by a nasty bruise.

"Who are you?" He questioned.

"I'm Kurt." Kurt replied, an innocent smile on his face. "Now take the pill before you get infected."

Puck didn't take the pill. Instead he backed as far away from Kurt as he could. "What the hell did you do to me?" He was on the other side of the room, eyes scanning for something he could use to protect himself.

Things like this were why Kurt never kept humans alive, explanations were a bitch. "Calm down, I'm not going to kill you. Well, unless you don't take that pill, then you'll die. And I want you alive, so take the goddamn pill before I shove it down your throat."

Puck glared and swallowed the red pill. It burned as it went down his throat and he coughed a little; looking down at his arm he watched as it healed completely. But then another mark began to form, an insignia that inked itself onto his arm. "What the fuck is that?"

"Jeez, such a mouth on you. It's my crest, so no one else can touch you." Kurt walked over to Puck and ran his fingers over the intricate design, he had never seen his mark on a human before and it was more amazing then he thought it would be. "I'm very possessive."

"I don't belong to you. I don't even know what you are." Puck backed away from Kurt and scratched at the mark on his arm, hoping to make it go away. This was all way too weird for him, and for the first time in his life he just wanted to go back to his office and read boring case files all day.

"I'm a Vampire dumbass. I thought you could've figured that one out on your own but apparently not. And be grateful I didn't just kill you like I do everyone else Mr. Puckerman; now hurry and get dressed or you'll be late for work."

"How do you know who I am?" Puck picked up his pants from the floor and pulled them on over his boxers.

"I'm a Vampire, darling. I know everything." That's what Kurt said, he just chose not to mention the three hours he spent digging through Puck's things and the Googling he did last night.

"Freak." Puck pulled his shirt on and opened the bedroom door. He skirted around the bloodstains on the living room carpet and pulled on his shoes at the apartment entrance.

"Oh, and if you're not back by tomorrow I will assume you have told someone or decided to run; and I will kill you Noah Puckerman."