Disclaimer: Ryan Murphy owns glee. I am not him therefore I don't own glee. If I did there wouldn't have ever been a Klaine breakup.
Chapter one:
Kurt lay on his bed breathing shallowly. After a day of locker checks and slushies he was physically and mentally exhausted. He had finally decided to muster up all of his courage and confront him. And he had not expected what had happened next. He had kissed him!
Karofsky the biggest homophobic asshole in the hole of Lima had kissed him. Kurt felt revolted that that Neanderthal had ruined his first kiss.
Why?! Why him? Why now? This just proved Kurt's theory that he was cursed.
Ever since he was young wherever he went bad things would happen. He went to alligator world and almost got eaten. He went to his aunt's house in London when he was eight years old only to get food poisoning from improperly cooked chicken. Because of that he had to go home early, only to find out that his mother had cancer.
So lying there on his bed, Kurt was evaluating his pretty shitty life and wondering why he even bothered to stay alive when he felt a draught coming in through the window.
Strange, he thought to himself, I could have sworn that it was closed, but as he opened his eyes and sat up he saw movement in his peripheral vision. Thinking it was Finn he turned around lazily and started to talk to what he thought was Finn.
"Finn, I've told you a thousand times, knock before you come in my..." he trailed off, as he caught a glimpse of who it was who was in his room.
With wild curly black hair, tight fitting dark jeans, a deep purple v-neck t-shirt and glowing golden eyes, the man before him was only describable as breathtaking.
"Wh-Who are you?" Kurt asked panic sending his voice into an even higher octave. Cursing his voice Kurt asked a different question trying to make his voice lower and failing miserably.
"What are you doing here?" Fear was settling in the pit of Kurt's stomach and he was dreading who this mysterious- and gorgeous Kurt's mind added and then cursed for the inappropriate thoughts due to the situation- man was.
"My name is Blaine Anderson. Are you Kurt Hummel?" Blaine's smooth tenor voice asked making Kurt mentally giggle like a schoolgirl.
"Umm... Yeah thats me. How do you know my name? Do I know you?" Kurt asked extremely confused.
"No you don't. But you soon will." Blaine stated matter-of-factly.
"Oh really? Is that what you think? I'll have you know I'm not a- " Kurt was cut short in his bitchy ramblings when a hand was placed over his mouth and he felt a mouth connect with his neck.
Oh great, Kurt thought to himself, why is it all the cute boys in this town are either straight or psychopathic?
But Kurt's inner bitch monologue was suddenly stopped as two very sharp teeth sank into the porcelain skin on his neck as if it were butter.
AN: so hi guys! I hope you like my fic as its my first one please go easy on me! Anyway I was inspired by the lovely Lana Del Ray's song Born to die if you haven't heard it then I highly recommend it! Review please and tell me what you think! Give me a suggestion for what you would like to happen next.