Keep my heart: Chapter One.
The bright yellow caps flew up into the sky like free birds. I looked around trying to memorize this particular scene. This was my last day at Mckinely High school. Tears escaped perfectly bright blue grey eyes as Mercedez came up for a hug.
"We're finally done! Can you believe it white boy? Oh. My. Gosh." she sobbed, "I'm going to miss you so much." I chuckled through my own water works.
"It's not forever Mercedez. We'll definitely stay in touch." She laughed, embarrassed.
"Oh, I know. You better. It's just that New York seems like half way around the world. I'm going to miss our sleepovers." I wiped up her tears with my hand.
"I love you Mercedez. I'll make sure Kevin and I visit you as soon as we can." Kevin was my boyfriend of two years. I loved him dearly but recently he was a bit touchy. Mercedez frowned at his name.
"That boy better treat you right, you hear me?" Sighing at her attitude I rolled my eyes and said,
"Mercedez he's always treated me right. But I'm glad you're playing the role of overprotective friend. I love you." I chuckled and took a quick peek at my watch and – HOLY I'm going to miss my flight! "I got to run Mercedez or I'm going to be stuck in Lima forever. Call you when we land!"
"We made it babe," Kevin whispered in my ear once we were standing in the door way of our new apartment. It definitely wasn't much but with a touch of Kurt Hummel's genius it could be transformed into something amazing.
"I'm so happy," I whispered back getting swept up in the moment. All of a sudden a light bulb went on in my head. "We have to call Mercedez and let her know we got here safely and all." His light smile flipped down.
"Why?" he questioned. His black eyes seemed to get impossibly darker. This side of Kevin had always scared me. He walked towards me in an almost predatory stance. "Why, does everything have to be about her?" He shouted. His once attractive face was now flushed in anger.
"Kevin you're more than enough. And not everything is about Mercedez it never has been," I tried to plead.
"You shut your damn mouth. Do not lie to me." He reached forward and grabbed my arms. I scrunched my eyes together as his rough hands twisted the skin on my arms in an Indian burn. Why did all our good moments turn out like this? He dragged me down the small hall way and all but threw me into what was going to be our bedroom.
"Ouch!" I protested as his grip on my arm got even stronger.
"Don't say anything I've had it with you, you slut." He stomped to the door. "Don't even think about leaving this room. I'll know." He huffed and stood silent in the door way for a few minutes. The silence was rock hard and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. My light brown hair was in complete disarray and I struggled in vain with shaking hands to control it. "I need to go out," Kevin announced. Which I had learned from past experience was code for, "I need to get drunk."
He walked out of the room and slammed the front door. At the sound I visibly relaxed but inside I was still shaking with fear. This was wrong...I shouldn't be afraid of Kevin... but I loved him and he loved me...right? Sometimes I wondered. There was a time in the first few months we were dating that I found out he was two timing me. I broke up with him but when he came to the door begging for forgiveness and crying I gave up and let him back in. Things were all fine and dandy for a few months after that and I was ecstatic when he wanted to move in with me once we made it to New York.
But something had come over him recently. He was rough, violent and he wouldn't tell me what he was thinking. Our relationship had turned into a two way mirror it was as if I was trapped on the other side, only seeing my reflection. I looked around the dingy room and took a deep breath. Truthfully I didn't know exactly what I was going to do or where I would go, all I knew was that I couldn't stay here. Yes, I loved Kevin, but I was not about to stay here and get abused.
I walked out of the room and got my wallet from the coffee table. It had enough money in it for me to last at least two months. I'd come down to New York for schooling and I could still do that. Kevin and I were planning on going to different schools so I wouldn't have to worry about running into him. The only problem was I hadn't factored paying for an apartment. The money that would last me two months was for food alone. I'd have to find a job, but hey, he in New York how hard could it get?
My bag of clothes was packed along with all the essentials. I slammed the screen door to the apartment and it created a sound of an end. I didn't even look back as I stepped out into the rain.
I'm not going to lie I did cry that night. I cried because I was so far from home, that Kevin turned out to be a jerk and at how life was so unfair. But eventually I came around. There was no point in crying. I found a decent hotel next to my new school that night and decided that it would have to do. I slipped on my silk night clothes and climbed into the creaky bed. The pillow was hard and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't get comfortable. This was going to be a fun night.
I collapsed into my chair the next morning at the beginning of class. My night had been horribly plagued by nightmares. I'd always had a hard time sleeping but at least when I was with Kevin it seemed to be bearable. I didn't look as horrible as I had feared. It had only taken me fifteen minutes to style my hair to my fancy. My eyes were clear and showed no signs of crying to my great relief. But still I just looked tired. Sighing I pulled my notebook and pens out of my bag and set them on the table in front of me.
More students started to file into the class in the next few minutes. And I was so distracted that I didn't notice when the teacher came in.
"Good morning class I'm Mister Anderson," a voice that sounded like honey and velvet chimed at the front of the class. Instantly broken from my reverie I looked up. My mouth was probably hanging open at the sight, which would be really embarrassing. "Impossibly gorgeous" was the only thing I could think. The man was dressed up in a white dress shirt with a skinny navy blue tie and black pants. His dark shiny brown hair seemed to created waves on his head, most likely the result of ten jars of hair gel. He somehow managed to be lean and muscular at the same time. But the most breathtaking thing was his eyes. They were a light hazel that seemed to glow in the sunlight. The man seemed so young, almost my age. He must be a genius to be a teacher already and a university teacher at that.
I felt a blush creeping its way on my face from my staring and quickly looked down. I stared at my pencil as his flawless voice continued on with introductions. No matter how hard I tried to distract myself I kept thinking about his face.
"So remember all of that and I promise you, you will not fail this course," he chuckled warmly. Shit. Not a word of that had sunk it. I shyly looked up and our eyes met. The smile on his face faltered and he looked, well at least I hope it was, with a look of awe in my direction. The moment seemed to last forever but in reality was probably only a few short seconds. He quickly cleared his throat and went on with the rest of the lesson.
I passed the remainder of the class quietly taking notes and occasionally taking quick glances at his face. To my great delight and amusement he was always looking at me when I looked up. When the bell rang I started packing up my things and headed out of the room. Oh my god, he was so gorgeous. I'm pretty sure it was a sin against nature for something to be that beautiful. As I walked towards the door I heard a few guys from my class wolf whistle at me.
"Gentle men please take your immaturity to another place." Mr. Anderson called out as he walked up behind me. I turned around staring at his face in wonderment. He was even more perfect close up. "You forgot your note book on the table," he said to me.
"Oh whoops," I whispered a bit sheepishly. I quickly walked back to the desk and stuffed the book in my bag embarrassed.
"Thought, you might need that for studying," he smiled warmly at me, "what's your name?" Inside my head I was doing a dance for joy. He wanted to know who I was!
"K-Kurt," I stuttered. Ugh, so stupid. "Kurt Hummel."
His eyes seemed to sparkle as he mouthed something that looked like "Kurt". It was almost as if he was testing to see how the name rested on his tongue. "I'm Blaine," he beamed.
"Nice to meet you," I said and reached out for his hand. To my surprise it was rather cold.
"Well, I'll see you tomorrow then." Blaine said rather quickly. I quickly headed out of the room. Well that had gotten awkward rather fast. My hands still contained some of the electric shock from where we touched. As I was half way out the door I turned back and made a small wave at him before departing.
Blaine's P.O.V
I fell back slouching in my chair. I'm quite positive that if I still had a pulse it would be beating like mad right about now. I'd walked into class this morning happy that I'd be getting to teach some new students but I really wasn't anticipating what would happen this year.
I started with my introductions as per usual and scoped the class out. They seemed like a fairly reasonable bunch, eager to learn. My eyes quickly fell to a boy who was staring down at his desk giving the pencil in his hands his full attention. Ah, oh well, I guess there was one in every class. He didn't appear to be the type who didn't care about learning though. I don't know how long I've been doing this. I've been alive for about ninety years and teaching for more than fifty. One of the perks of being a vampire I guess was that you could always change jobs at the flip of a dime. Of course there were many cons as well, one of which I was experiencing right now. I was very, very thirsty and it did not help that almost every child here was releasing an intoxicating scent.
Even to me my introduction of the course quickly got boring. At the end of my little rant I told everyone to study some pages in their book on Theatre throughout the Centuries.
My attention to the explanation of the book was quickly taken away as the young boy who had been staring at his pencil looked up. Sure, before I could tell that he was lean and had an amazing body structure but his face was another thing all together.
As he looked up his light pink lips were slightly parted and his fair cream coloured skin was tinged the colour of rose petals by his cheeks. He was perfectly angelic and impossibly beautiful for a human. I had long since stopped in the middle of whatever I'd been saying. If I couldn't hear the boy's heart beating at a rapid pace right now I would have guessed he was a vampire. But out of all the exquisite things that made up this gorgeous creature his eyes were the most captivating, they seemed to change colour in the light. At one minute they were bright blue, the next a lonely grey and then a sparkly green.
The room had gone oddly silent and I cleared my throat loudly. Dear god this was going to be an interesting semester. How on earth was I going to keep any concentration when he was in my class? I didn't even know his name and already my thoughts were wrapped around him. There were so many questions that still needed answering too. The biggest being was he even gay? ...Well never mind that's a stupid question, no straight guy looks like that. I felt the growing need to get to know him better.
What if he had a boyfriend? The thought instantly made me growl to myself. A powerful surge of jealousy almost made me stumble backwards. Boyfriend or not it didn't matter. This boy would be mine, no exceptions. There just couldn't and would never be someone else who would love him or lavish him more than I would. We'd be absolutely perfect together. I'd been living for ninety years I think it was about time that I found someone and if anyone thought they could take that away from me they were going to be sadly mistaken.
I assigned some pages for the class to study just as the bell rang. I only had eyes for him as he packed up everything but his notebook and quickly began to file out of the class. I was about to tell him he had forgotten his book when two boys on the other side of the classroom wolf whistled.
I had definitely loved before and I'd been jealous a few times but something about this boy made all my emotions increase tenfold. I resisted the urge to go over and suck the two idiots who'd dared to take what was mine dry.
"Gentle men, please take your immaturity to another place," was all I managed to get out through clenched teeth. The two boys ran out laughing as they went. I sighed; really I couldn't waste my time on the likes of them. I looked back at the boy whose big doe eyes were fixed on me in a certain kind of awe that just made me smile.
"You forgot your notebook on the table," I pointed to where it lay. A light blush lit his face as he smiled sheepishly. He quickly darted off to retrieve it, which was probably a good thing, as I had to clasp my hands to keep from touching him. This boy was making me hungry in more ways than one. "I thought you might need it for studying." I told him as he came back, note book in bag. He smiled angelically at me. All of a sudden I realized I didn't even know his name. "What's your name?" I asked. I was dying from curiosity.
"K-Kurt," he stuttered. Oh, great, I was making him nervous. I leaned back a little trying to give him as much space as he needed. Although I really wanted nothing more than to crush him into a huge hug and kiss him senseless. But I was just going to keep those thoughts to myself. He took a little breath in, which made his lips quiver, "Kurt Hummel," he said defiantly. It was a beautiful name.
I felt how the name sounded on my tongue. It seemed just right as if I'd been made to say it, Kurt. "I'm Blaine," I said cheerfully, just being around Kurt made me bubbly and happy.
"Nice to meet you," he said in a voice like silk as he flashed me a smile of full pearl white teeth. Okay, so now I could honestly die happy. My happy moment was broken when he grabbed my hand to shake it. My hands were unusually cold, me being a vampire and all. And Kurt could most definitely not know what I was, not yet. But my secret wasn't the only thing that made me react the way I did. For the second he touched my hand an electric feeling so strong it startled my lifeless heart went straight through me. A little bit too quickly I pulled my hand out from the shake.
"Well I'll see you tomorrow then." I said, trying to dissolve the awkward tension that seemed to be flying around the room. Kurt looked down at his shoes and muttered something that sounded like, "yeah," and turned around to leave. I stared at him longingly as he walked away. I knew it was silly of me and that I would see him tomorrow but each step farther away sent a prickly feeling through my chest. When he was half way out the door he turned back and gave a small wave. His eyes looked sad, now most defiantly a lonely grey. I quickly pulled up my hand to wave back. But by then he was already out the door.
Don't get me wrong I'm not a stalker, although the other members of my coven Wes, David and Miles wouldn't agree. But this was a matter of business. I'd figure out where he lived, hunt and then come back and find out more about my mystery boy.
