A/N I do not own glee, unfortunately and I know that this story might be a bit strange but I felt like adding something supernatural to glee.
Kurt looked up from his book, he smelt her before he saw her. Cookie dough and strawberries, very sweet, very sweet blood indeed. He looked at her careful not to look her in the eye, he studied her outfit, a low-cut t-shirt and slightly frayed jeans.
That was it, beautiful hair as well, reached to her back, clearly has Indian in her family. He chuckled to himself; he thought that because he was dead he wouldn't get errections, stupid of him really.
She looked over to him and smirked looking at him sideways then she walked towards him, hair blowing in the wind and sending her smell towards him, and he wanted it like a drug.
She walked right up to him, pretending to give him a hug but putting her hand on his crotch and whispering "I know what you are," A smile spread across his lips as he moved his hips forward, still resting on the doorframe.
"Mercedes," he couldn't help the chuckle at her giddy excited face, "Calm down, you say that like it's a good thing," She looks confused "Oh but it is," then she stops talking "You haven't figured it out yet?" Kurt looked at her confused, yet not stopping the friction between their bodies.
"I'm a shifter," she said matter-of-factly. She moved closer until her hips were pressed against his and all he wanted to do was rip her clothes off. "I thought you vampires knew these things, now I know I don't have to go easy on you," she whispered into his ear. She put her hand down his trousers slowly, enjoying the sound of his pulse, he's had his fill today she thought and smiled moving her hand completely and stepping away from him "See you after lesson," Then the bell went. "Fuck," Kurt said grabbing his things and heading towards his first lesson.