Title: Principal Things
Rating: NC-17/M
Characters: Glee Cast Ensemble
Character Pairing: Puckurt
Summary: AU – Noah Puckerman is a nobleman's son, about to make his big debut to a group of other wealthy noblemen interested in making him their partner – as he has all the marking of being a fine breeder. Noah, however, has dreams of passion and desire; and is not looking forward to being married off to the one his father deems suitable, even if he does understand his duty as a carrier male. Kurt Hummel has been watching Noah since he was a boy, and is very determined to make him his mate before it is too late.
Word Count: 475
Disclaimer:
As much as I wish I did, I do not own Glee or anybody associated with it.
Warnings: vampire!Kurt, bottom!Puck, supernatural, sex, blood, carrier-pregnancy-gene!Puck, virgin!Puck, first time, drama, verbal and emotional abuse, minor character death, OOC
Author's Notes: Gah! It's happened again! Another NC-17 from me! What is wrong with me? LOL. Yes, I know this has probably been done before, but I couldn't resist. If you've read or watched anything in relation to vampires, then you know what to expect. And btw, I prefer the Angel/Buffy: The Vampire Slayer, variety of vampire lore…not Twilight. So this will be dark. The prologue is short but I hope you enjoy!

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Prologue

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It's been a long time since he's been in Lima, Ohio. So long, in fact, he remembers when it was mere grounds for Indians and scavengers to pick off the weak and useless new settlers. He smiles, remembering how he used to be one of them. But the smile is hollow and full of grief; for he also remembers what drew him away from this enchanted place.

A face.

So angelic with its beauty, so soft with its lines. Truly wonderful in every sense. The baseline to all of his hopes and dreams. He watches now that same face through chipped windows. He remembers the eyes that were so dark and bewitching, and he's captivated all over again from the memory of how still his restless soul had felt for that moment. That moment in which a mere baby in comparison to himself, turned his way and fixed him with a curious stare.

Noah Puckerman was that baby boy's name; and in that moment he knew, knew what the Gypsies had wanted him to find. A love that would be filled acceptance and passion. A love that even the fates could not have predicted, for the boy's eyes had held a secret. A secret in which he knew so well, and found a yearning in his long dead organs to do something about – to make the world perfect for that curly headed, doe eyed boy. But he had to leave and watch from afar. Watch the boy grow into a handsome young man. Had to suffer with the wonder if someone would teach the boy desire before he could. And die a second death every day with the thought that he would be too late.

He lets his own green orbs travel down the body he misses with such ardor. "The boy has changed so much," he whispers his fingertips tracing over the covered chest. He wonders what will happen when his precious sees him again. Will there be fear? Anger? Sadness? Hatred even? He wonders if Noah ever let the cruelty of the world steal his innocence, or if he's coming back to a hollow shell. But even the most hollow of shells would not stop what he has set into motion…Noah Puckerman would be his.

The way it was supposed to be. He checks his watch, almost sunrise. He has to leave again, but tonight will be the night that the waiting will be over. Tonight he will make contact at Noah pre-coming out festivities. Another smile, much darker this time, comes onto the face as fangs start slide out from behind closed lips. No one will touch what is his to have.

And with a final kiss blown in the night breeze toward the window showcasing his love resting amongst dark silk sheets, he turns and heads away back to his room.