Summary: "It was then, in the dim light of his lamp and the moon's glow from outside, that he noticed his closet door, slightly cracked, with two, red eyes staring at him." Every time you drop rock into a pond, it had a ripple affect. Sebastian was Kurt's rock, and his life, the pond.
Warning: Probably swear words, sex jokes, nothing too bad. Everything will be mild. I should warn you that I have a problem with finishing stories. I have a good couple chapters written so this one will probably be one of the ones I actually finish. And I'm sorry if the characters aren't very like themselves. Just tell me and I'll change it. I don't think I've ever written anything with these characters as the main one. Kurt, yeah, I've done ton of Kurt stuff, but Sebastian and Blaine? Tina and Sam will be big in here too.
Rated: T
Disclaimer: I don't own fox or glee.
Kurt walked around, cold air whipping his face. He made his way to his window, pushing down on the wood, grunting as the paint squeaked in agony before, slowly, the window slid to a close. He let out a sigh in victory and set on pulling out the splinters that stuck in his hand.
But something seemed off.
It was a cold, Ohio night. School had been off for the last couple days because on Monday, Ohio was hit by an unexpected snow storm. The whole town was covered in a white blanket of crisp, twelve inch deep snow.
It felt weird, not going to school and not knowing when he was going back.
Kurt rolled his shoulders back, blaming his uneasy feeling on the fact that he didn't have school tomorrow and it was a Wednesday. He fell back, licking his hand clean of the blood that came from the wood. He closed his eyes, wishing the tension would go away, clearing his head, filling it with thoughts of Summer, a cool, black haired boy with deep hazel eyes, specs of honey and gold mixed in to create something out of this world.
"Kurt," The boy said, his name sounding like a sympathy on the boys lips. His voice was low, seductive, clean. He stared at Kurt and Kurt stared at him, the way he danced, the move of his hips, the rhythm he had in each step. "What do you say?" He asked, his voice airy, out of breath. "Do you want to come with me?"
"Where?" Kurt heard himself ask. The boy smiled, a look of pure lust on his face. He walked forward, grabbing Kurt's clammy hands, twirling him and bringing his mouth to his ear.
"You know where."
Kurt jolted awake, panting, looking around his room. His TV was fuzzy, screeching at him, telling him he lost his satellite. Everything seemed normal, but that guy, Kurt's neck still felt hot from the breath. He never even realized he fell asleep.
Kurt shook it off, standing up and stretching like a cat. He looked at his clock and ten pm blinked at him happily. He groaned and made his way out of his room and down the stares, hunger leading the teenager to the kitchen.
He made himself a sandwich, throwing the pieces of bread together and devouring it in two bites. He finished off his hunger with a diet coke and made his way back upstairs, sleep seeping into his mind. And he didn't even feel tired.
Kurt threw himself into his bed, curling into the warmth of the sheets, staring lazily off at the wall opposite him. It was then, in the dim light of his lamp and the moon's glow from outside, that he noticed his closet door, slightly cracked, with two, red eyes staring at him.
Kurt sucked in a breath, sitting up, trying to connect his foot with the floor. The door opened more to reveal a face. Thick, golden-brown hair tousled itself on his head, his face thin with a strong jaw line. A unsteady smirk played across his face, pulling his lips back to reveal fangs. Kurt lost his footing, falling to the ground with a thump.
The boy pounced, holding Kurt's shoulders down with unbelievable strength, his knees resting on either side of him. Blue, terrified eyes met the ones of his attack. The man snarled, bringing his face close to Kurt's.
"You're not usually my type," He growled in Kurt's ear. Kurt gulped, sucking in a breath to scream, but found the scream wouldn't come. The man just laughed. "But you'll have to do, you see, I'm hungry, and I'm sure you'll taste just as good."
Sharp nails gripped into Kurt's skin, causing blood to bubble up and spill onto his floor. Kurt stared as the man leaned down, he felt lips on his skin, teeth scraping his skin-
Then the man was gone.
But not gone, away from his view. Kurt heard voices, on the other side of his bed. One of the man who attacked him and the other of someone who sounded familiar.
"Sebastian, what are you thinking?" Hissed the other man, his voice coming out fast, low, quiet. Kurt strained to hear.
The other one laughed, not bothering to keep his voice down he said, "Having a little fun, what does it look like?"
"A little fun? You know the rules, you can't hurt humans." Kurt blinked, trying to register what that meant.
"I wasn't going to hurt him, just shake him up a bit. It's not my fault he bleeds so easy, once I smelled the blood I may have lost control, but he's fine. I think he passed out." Kurt couldn't understand. Blood? What's wrong with my blood?
He barely heard them move, he was sure the only reason he heard them move was because he was on the floor, they looked down at him. Kurt tensed, seeing two pairs of red eyes on him. He looked at his attacker, who looked smug, then to the other, a startling realization hitting him.
The man from his dream.
He looked shorter in real life, and his dark hair was let loose as apposed to being gelled down, like it was in his dream. His eyes seemed softer, more worried about him.
"Passed out?" He said, anger rising in his voice.
"Relax Blaine," Sebastian said, holding his hands up and walking towards Kurt. He reached down and yanked Kurt up forcefully, knocking the wind out of him. "Listen, human, you wont tell anyone about our little run in, right?" Kurt looked over at him, feeling like he was going to throw up. "Oh for the love of- Listen! Say you wont or I'll make you!"
"Sebastian!" Blaine hissed, pushing Sebastian away from Kurt. He stood in front of him, grabbing him when he swayed. "Look I'm sorry about my friend, he's a little messed up, but I wont let him hurt you. I promise. Can you just forget this happened?"
"Or I'll make you." Sebastian cut in, baring his teeth. Kurt took a step back, fear closing his mouth. Blaine's eyebrow twitched from annoyance.
"Sebastian Smythe shut up or I'll have to hurt you!" Blaine yelled. His voice boomed around the small room, echoing out the window, which Kurt noticed was open again. There was a thump from down stairs and then more thumping as his father made his way up stairs.
"Kurt, is everything alright?" He yelled, coming closer to the room.
"Way to go Blaine," Sebastian said, crossing his arms. "At least I didn't wake the parentals. And kid, seriously, you still live with your parents." He snorted, sticking his head up in the air.
"Please, don't tell anyone about this," Blaine begged, grabbing Sebastian and ducking out the window just as his dad came in. Worry was written across Burt's face.
"Are you okay?" Burt said, looking at his son's appearance with raised eyebrows.
"Fine, dad." Kurt forced his voice calm, trying to calm his nerves. "It was just my phone. I was talking to Mercedes and forgot it was on speaker when she shrieked about something her brother did and how she was going to kill him."
"Well okay, but Kurt, close your window. You look a little cold." Kurt nodded as his father left. He walked to his window, putting his hands on it.
"Good boy," He heard and he slammed it shut.
