Author's Note:
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I think a good amount happens in this one. I wasn't really planning on it heading in the direction that it did. But what can I say? My fingers have a mind of their own, typing up complete nonsense...
I'd like to make an important mention: How I characterize different creatures or beings in this fic will be based on other shows or movies or books. So in advance, I'd like to say I do not own the different vampiric ideas from The Vampire Diaries (which I'm getting into).
I'd also like to say that my fics are un-beta'd. And they've always been that way. It's kind of how I like it. I read over my own mistakes and try to correct what I can. Anyway, enjoy! Thanks for reading.
Kurt chatted to Jeff as they made their way to the floor's bathroom. Not having his own bathroom wasn't exactly ideal for Kurt, but he'd manage.
Kurt was surprised to find that the communal bathroom was actually pretty clean. Sure, this was Dalton, but this was also teenage boys they were talking about.
There were boys here and there, brushing their teeth, shaving, or styling their hair. The showers were running, but thankfully there was no line.
Kurt stepped into one of the shower stalls and locked the door. Luckily, there were two cubicles. One had a bench and hooks for belongings, and the other was, of course, the shower.
Kurt stripped down and turned on the shower, sighing as warm water sprinkled down on him. He hurried his shower though, knowing there was a time limit.
Once he dried himself off, he pulled on his boxer briefs and a pair of gym shorts along with a plain grey t-shirt. He stepped out of the stall, belongings in one hand while the other was trying to dry his hair with a towel.
After Kurt had freshen up, he decided to style his hair and apply moisturizer in his room. He had a bigger mirror in there.
As Kurt turned around to head into the direction of the door, he bumped into a very naked body. Or half-naked.
"Leaving so soon, babe? I thought I could fuck you in the shower or maybe you suck me off."
Ugh.
"As if."
Sebastian Smythe grinned lewdly at Kurt.
"Aww, don't be like that, babe."
"Stop calling me that," Kurt mumbled as he pushed the irritating boy out of his way.
Once Kurt was back in his room, he shut the door and slid down.
He couldn't get Sebastian's incredibly gorgeous and toned body out of his mind.
"Did the headmaster chew out your ass?" Jeff asked as he and Kurt sat down at the Warblers table for breakfast.
Kurt started forking his fruit into his mouth, swallowing before speaking.
"Yeah. I have to meet with him a few times a week now. Gotta do any kind of errands, extra work and stuff. Lame, right?"
Kurt bit his lip. He didn't like that he was lying to his now closest friend and possibly his new best friend.
"That sucks, man. It could have been worse, though. I'm sure it won't be too bad," Jeff replied as he sipped cold blood from a straw. Kurt wanted to gag at the sight. He wasn't sure when he was going to get used to this.
"I don't think it'll be that bad either."
"Hey, babe, whatcha talkin' 'bout?"
Sebastian settled down next to Kurt, draping an arm around his shoulders. He drank his hot blood as he stared down Kurt.
"None of your business, Meerkat." Kurt pushed the arm off of him and stood up abruptly.
"Meerkat? That hurts, babe." Sebastian placed a hand over where his heart should be.
Kurt just rolled his eyes as he muttered to Jeff that he would see him later. He walked out of the dining hall to his homeroom class. Looks like he was starting the day off with Latin.
When Kurt found his first class, it was almost empty. Almost.
There was a curly haired boy sitting in the middle of the class, reading his Latin textbook and scribbling down stuff in a journal. He set down his pen when he heard Kurt come in.
"Hi. You're new, right?"
"Uh, yeah."
Kurt took a seat next to the olive skinned boy.
"Well, I'm Blaine Anderson. Welcome to Dalton Academy."
Blaine gave a firm handshake but his hazel eyes were warm and kind, as was his perfect smile.
"Thanks. I'm Kurt Hummel."
Kurt pulled out his textbook, binder, and a pen from his bag. He twiddled his thumbs and waited for class to start. It'd be another fifteen minutes or so though.
"So where did you transfer from?"
The bubbly teenager next to him pulled him out of thoughts about a certain, stupid vampire.
Kurt glanced at Blaine. "Oh, um. William McKinley high school in Lima. It's about two hours away from here."
Blaine nodded. "So what are you? You look like a vampire since you're so pale, but I don't smell any foul scent." An almost cruel laugh. A bit creepy, Kurt might say.
Kurt grabbed his dress shirt and lifted, smelling.
Blaine laughed again.
"I was just kidding, Kurt. But really, what are you?"
"Oh, I'm a warlock. Or you could say sorcerer. Or wizard. Whatever. I primarily go by warlock."
Why was he rambling? Kurt Hummel doesn't ramble.
"Awesome! I'm so glad you aren't a vampire, though. You seem really, really great. I'd hate to have to hate you." There was that slightly cruel laugh again.
"Excuse me?" Kurt was obviously confused as he furrowed his brow.
"I'm a werewolf. By nature, I just hate those blood sucking monsters. Don't get me wrong, there are some that have changed my view on their kind a little. But not everyone is the same, you know? It's hard to find vampires that aren't selfish bastards."
Kurt wasn't sure if he was supposed to be offended or not. Sure, he isn't a vampire, but Jeff is. And Jeff is really awesome. What if Blaine hated Jeff?
"They're not all bad," Kurt mumbled.
"I know they aren't. I still can't stand them. Especially that douchebag Smythe." Blaine shook his head and continued, "If you ever run into Sebastian Smythe, try to get away. He'll probably fuck you, have you as a meal, and dispose of your body in a river."
Blaine looked really serious. Just then, the bell rang. Everyone would be coming in now.
"You should totally hang out with the wolves. We're some pretty awesome people. I advise you stay away from vampires if you know what's good for you, though."
Blaine gave him a genuine smile and turned to face front where the teacher was writing Latin on the board. Kurt still had his eyes trained on the once kind-hearted boy that introduced himself in such a bubbly manner. Here was a werewolf who probably was a good guy but seemed to have such a closed mind about other kinds. Kurt definitely saw this before, though. Well, Sebastian doesn't seem – isn't – a good guy, but he's definitely made it known that he doesn't like wolves.
Students filed in, oogling the new kid. What else is new?
"Settle down, boys. We have a new transfer. If you would please stand and introduce yourself."
The teacher made a motion and Kurt got up.
"Hi, everyone. I'm Kurt Hummel."
The brunet quickly sat back down, not liking the attention of all of the nosy teenage boys. Thoughts were probably swarming through their heads right now.
What is he?
Where did he transfer from?
Woah, he is definitely gay. Just listen to that voice.
"Welcome to Dalton, Mr. Hummel. I'm Mr. Brown. I hope you enjoy your time here. It's quite the magical experience, huh?" It was so cheesy and he even winked. Kurt smiled, though. This guy seemed cool.
Mr. Brown turned back to the chalkboard to write more Latin as he explained aloud in English.
Kurt hurriedly took notes as this teacher was definitely all work, his mouth running a mile a minute.
A note flew on Kurt's desk, though. His eyes traveled to Blaine next to him who was busy writing notes but had a faint smile on his lips.
Kurt glanced around. Everyone was taking notes. Kurt muttered a spell and his pen was flying all over his notebook, writing impeccably neat notes as Kurt unfolded the piece of paper Blaine tossed to him.
What are your next classes? Maybe we have some together. I'd love to walk you to class.
Kurt grinned as a little flutter happened in his chest. He grabbed his floating pen and quickly jotted down his schedule, slipping the piece of paper to Blaine before smiling to himself.
Turns out, Blaine has the same lunch as him and is also in his gym class. The pale boy frowned. He had been hoping a little that Blaine might have had other classes with him. Someone walking him class to class sounded really nice...
The bell rang. Kurt stared at his notes. He had only filled three-fourths of a page and he was sure that the notes should have taken up four pages. He groaned as he packed up his stuff.
"Here. Just drop by my dorm sometime to give them back."
Blaine handed over his notebook with a sticky note on it: his dorm room number.
"Oh no, you don't have to. I shouldn't have been zoning out – "
Blaine chuckled. "It's alright, Kurt. I'll see you in gym before lunch, okay?"
The incredibly adorable dark haired boy waved and took off. Kurt was feeling light. This guy was probably good for him.
Kurt had to again make introductions in the rest of his classes. Thankfully, the looks he would get from other students didn't last long as the classes were shorter here since they had to fit in classes that were needed to graduate high school and classes that were simply there to make the students better at what they were.
Kurt didn't really mind learning any subjects so far. It was just like McKinley, except a lot harder. The history that was required delved into way more than what was expected of high schoolers. The students had to learn about everything that ever happened. It was a lot to cram in, but it was crucial knowledge whether it be to the human race, or to their own kind.
By now, Kurt was done with Latin, English, History, and Physics. It was kind of funny for a warlock to have to learn about science, but he didn't question it. Science did play a role in magic. Kind of.
Kurt was dreading gym. Sure, he knew a few friends that were going to be in it. It didn't mean he would enjoy physical education. High schools only required two years of the course, but Dalton wanted its students to always participate in an activity that could blow off steam to some creatures. It was also a way for each other to reach an agreement with kinds they don't typically play well with.
"Hey buddy!"
Jeff brushed past Kurt and beamed. He walked backwards as he talked to Kurt.
"You're going to love gym! We have so much fun. Well, when we're not trying to rip each other's throats out."
Kurt raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"Rivalry between different monsters and all that," Jeff shrugged.
Kurt sighed. He wasn't ready for this.
"Welcome to Dalton, Hummel. I'm Coach Russ. Here's a uniform, a lock, and the combination. Just choose any locker."
"Thank you, Coach Russ," Kurt nodded.
Kurt left his gym teacher's office and walked across the hall to the locker room. He pushed open the door and was disgusted with how bad it smelled. He could only imagine the certain creatures that get all sweaty and leave their clothes in here.
Ugh, Kurt thought.
"Kurt!"
It was Jeff again. He was on a bench tying his shoelaces.
"Grab the locker next to mine!"
And so Kurt did. He opened the locker and placed his bag in there but not before taking a pair of grey and red tennis shoes out of it.
He wasn't exactly comfortable with his body, but he had no choice unless he wanted to fail the course.
So Kurt began stripping as fast as he could. That meant he also tried pulling his gym uniform on as fast as he could to avoid any remarks or stares.
The uniform was simple. The shorts were navy blue and the t-shirt was grey. The shorts had the red Dalton crest on them in the corner of the front right leg. The shirt said DALTON ACADEMY FOR BOYS in navy blue.
Kurt looked around as he pulled on his shoes, tying them up. No one had paid attention to him.
He sighed, thankful. Then he finished tying his laces and locked up his belongings, hurrying to where Jeff was waiting at the door for him.
"Took you long enough!" he joked. Then, "Hey, your shoes totally match the uniform. I guess you really do always have an opportunity for fashion."
Kurt glared in a playful way. "Ha-ha, very funny, Sterling. I'm just absolutely fabulous."
Jeff held up his hands as if in the "we got a badass" manner. "C'mon, Hummel. Let's go kick some butt out there!"
Since it was still the fall, albeit a little too chilly, they were required to get their exercise outside. Something about the fresh air doing the teenagers something good.
Out on the football field were two soccer goals set up. There were a group of pale boys messing around with soccer balls – probably vampires. A good distance away were boys throwing a football to each other. They would howl often. Definitely werewolves.
Jeff lead Kurt over to where the vampires were. Kurt tried not to let Blaine notice he was over there.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Hummel. Miss me, babe? I bet those four class periods were awful without me."
Sebastian stuck out his bottom lip as he placed his hands on Kurt's hips, pulling him close. Vampires from behind laughed and cat-called to the two.
"Hands off, Smythe."
Kurt turned his head to the voice. Blaine.
He looked absolutely handsome with his face glistening with a little bit of sweat, and his curly hair was coming loose from his gel a bit.
"Yeah? Or what?"
Sebastian pulled Kurt closer and the vampires gathered around, ready to take down Blaine and his wolves.
Blaine scoffed. "I could fucking kill you, you disgusting monster. Get your hands off of Kurt."
Kurt was just a little turned on with Blaine's protectiveness. But his close proximity to Sebastian was leaving him a little breathless.
"Hmm, I think it's up to Kurt, don't you agree? Come on, babe. Would you rather be hanging with me – or that dog?" Sebastian snarled the last part, his fangs coming in just slightly. The sight was actually a little scary – or kind of hot, even.
"Um – "
Kurt breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the sound of a shrill whistle as their teacher walked up to them.
"Smythe, keep your hands to yourself!" Coach Russ yelled.
Sebastian rolled his eyes but relented.
"Alright, we have a choice of football or soccer. We'll take votes. All those in favor of football: hands!"
All of the werewolves raised their hands and so did the shapeshifters.
"Twelve of ya... Okay, hands for soccer."
All of the vampires shot their hands up as well as other wizards.
"That's twelve... But since we have a new addition... Hummel! You will be our deciding factor since you seemed to think that you didn't have a say in what you spend your gym time doing."
Kurt paled, if that was even possible. He received a smirk from Sebastian, a hopeful look from Blaine, and a pleading one from Jeff.
"Uh, soccer?"
The vampires cheered and the werewolves booed.
"It's decided! We will have four teams. Werewolves, shapeshifters, vampires, and warlocks. Werewolves and vampires are up first. Use your abilities, but don't play dirty or your ass is in the headmaster's office."
Coach Russ walked over to where there was a metal bench and took out a stack of paperwork.
"Hey, can one of you wizards cast a spell so this shit doesn't fly away when a breeze comes?" Coach Russ yelled.
"Is he allowed to be cussing all the time?" Kurt muttered as he saw a boy run over and unsuccessfully cast a spell. The papers started drifting away.
"It's Coach Russ. He can do whatever the hell he wants," Jeff laughed.
Kurt glanced at the boy that was about to get his ass chewed as he ran for the papers flying away. But as Kurt concentrated, the papers flew right back onto the bench next to Coach Russ and they stayed put.
"Nicely done, Hummel. Stevens, get out of my face."
Kurt blushed as he went to sit with some of his fellow wizards on the grass.
"It's time to show you animals how to play real football," Sebastian sneered as he walked up to the soccer ball placed in the middle of the field.
Blaine laughed as he stepped up, opposite of Sebastian.
"I'm going to kick your ass, Smythe. And Kurt's going to be right over there watching, laughing at you."
Sebastian hissed. "You're all talk, Anderson. You need a muzzle."
Blaine was about to lunge towards the vampire but then a whistle was blown and Sebastian kicked the ball away.
Kurt was in awe as he watched Sebastian dribble the ball down the field. He was definitely skilled as he score a goal within a few seconds.
Blaine muttered something about the speed of vampires.
"Aww, is the puppy upset that they aren't as fast?"
That one got growls from the werewolves.
The vampires laughed loudly as they made their way back over to their positions.
Coach Russ blew the whistle again.
The vampires scored again, this time it was Jeff. He looked so ecstatic as he got praise from his friends.
The next time, there would be vampires and werewolves colliding each other, but it lead to a goal from the werewolves.
They howled, and Kurt had to suppress his giggles as he stared at Blaine. He looked so joyous. He even caught Kurt laughing at him from behind his hand and waved to him. He winked, too, only to make Kurt blush and bat his eyes.
Sebastian saw the exchange, absolutely fuming. He moved up to the ball and glared at Blaine before Coach Russ blew the whistle again.
There he was, running around the field at his incredible speed. The werewolves tried to pounce on him but he was too fast. Sebastian was close to the goal. He went for it.
The slim vampire kicked the ball, and as it soared past the goalie, he felt himself being kicked in the shin.
"What the fuck?" he yelled once he was on the ground.
"Whoops," Blaine panted, grinning evilly.
Even though Sebastian was one of the strongest creatures in the world, being attacked by a werewolf could still hurt a lot. Sebastian's leg felt a little sore, but it would heal in just an hour if he had some blood.
"Oh my God, Sebastian! Are you okay?"
Kurt ran up to him and knelt down, checking his leg.
"I'm a vampire, babe. Some dog won't do much damage. Thanks for your concern though, babe," he murmured with a wink.
Kurt's cheeks tinted pink as he got up.
"Ladies, let's get it moving. Shapeshifters versus warlocks! Let's go!"
In the blink of an eye, Sebastian was over on the sideline leaning back, his eyes trained on Kurt.
Kurt hurried over to where the warlocks were.
Once they were in whatever position, Coach blew the whistle.
Kurt hated sports, but he felt Sebastian's eyes on him. He went with his instinct, running up to where the ball was being stolen away from his team. He pushed himself and kicked the ball from a shapeshifter to a wizard.
A few people on Kurt's team were very, very bad with this sport. Some were quite handy with their feet, though.
One of his teammates had the ball stolen from him again, and Kurt ran to get it again. This time, Kurt dribbled the ball down the field to the goal. It was now or never. He kicked as hard as he could with the inside of his foot.
There were cheers when the ball flew into the net. Kurt jumped up and down and ran back to his team to high-five them all.
"Good job, Kurt!"
"That was sweet, Hummel! Didn't know you had it in you."
Kurt liked this kind of attention. He turned his head and saw that Sebastian looked pleasantly surprised. Blaine was clapping and howling.
The warlocks were disappointed when the shapeshifters scored three goals after this. They should have seen it coming. The wizards had decided not to use any magic to try to win, although some were extremely tempted. Sports weren't taken lightly at Dalton, apparently.
"Alright, we've got a little less than ten minutes left of class. Play till we have to go inside to shower and change. Pick your teams! Anderson and Smythe are captains. Smythe, go ahead and make your pick first."
Sebastian smirked at Blaine before staring at Kurt.
"Hummel's on mine."
Blaine growled.
The teams were split almost evenly. The werewolves had a few shapeshifters and wizards join them, as how the vampires had a few wizards and shapeshifters join them. There was to be no mixing of werewolves and vampires, ever. That always made Nick and Jeff a bit sad, but they knew their friends were just being idiots.
Once the teams were divided, they began playing.
It was obvious that this was mostly between Blaine and Sebastian.
Lucky for them, yet unlucky for the others, Coach had announce that they should play one game and head back in. Coach decided to go ahead and file whatever paperwork he had away.
Werewolves were clawing at vampires. Vampires were baring their fangs at werewolves. Wizards were shouting spells. Shapeshifters were – well, shape shifting and tackling others.
The only people not in this mess were Kurt, Jeff, Nick, and a few warlocks and shapeshifters.
"This is so petty," Nick muttered.
"Should we stop them?" Kurt questioned, ready to get in between Blaine and Sebastian who were just about to pummel each other to a pulp.
"Kurt, that's not a good idea. You might get hurt."
But Kurt was already running towards the werewolf and vampire that just seemed to really have it out for each other. He was too busy thinking of what to do once he got to them that he didn't notice a vampire pushing a werewolf at him.
"Shit!"
Kurt was on the ground, his right hand clutching his left arm.
And oh God, he was bleeding.
A few of the vampires hissed at the sight. The ones that were still fairly new to the game hurried away back to the locker rooms as fast as they could.
"Kurt!" Blaine and Sebastian simultaneously shouted.
"Oh my God, Kurt!"
It was Sebastian. He was on the ground, cradling Kurt's writhing body in his arms.
"Se- Seb, it hurts. Oh my God, it hurts so much," Kurt said through gritted teeth.
Sebastian lifted his head and inhaled, his nostrils flaring. He turned his head and gave the most menacing death glare to a werewolf with blood on his claws.
"I will fucking kill you – "
The vampire was making a move to rip this wolf's heart out of his chest, but a shaky Kurt was sobbing just a little in his arms.
"No, no. It's okay. Just get me fucking help, Smythe," Kurt yelled as he brought his hand up to Sebastian's cheek, drawing his attention away from the very frightened sophomore who was currently being hidden by the other wolves.
"Yeah, help. Yeah."
Sebastian picked up Kurt's featherlight body and shouted to his fellow vampires, "Tell coach what happened. I'm taking him to the nurse."
And in a blur, Sebastian was running around the halls of Dalton at stunning speed. Jeff decided to tag along, following shortly behind.
Once the three reached the infirmary, one of the witches shooed them in quickly.
"Oh, poor baby," she murmured as she inspected Kurt's wounds.
"What the hell happened to this poor child?" she shouted a second later. "He has cuts so deep I'm surprised his veins are still intact!"
Kurt sat up, his eyes wide. "What?"
The witch ignored Kurt as she closed her eyes and let her hands hover over Kurt's cuts. As quick as he had gotten the injury, it was gone. But there was still a throbbing pain.
"You're going to have to stay here for at least two days, sweetie. I've cleaned up your wounds, but it'll take a while to properly repair them. I'll be right back. I'll get you some water and bandages."
The witch pat Kurt's shoulder before scurrying to her office.
"Are you okay?" Sebastian whispered as he brushed a strand of hair out of Kurt's face.
"I just got clawed by a werewolf. I'm absolutely dandy," Kurt replied in a clipped and sarcastic tone.
Sebastian rolled his eyes. "I'm going to kill that fucking dog."
Kurt sighed and grabbed Sebastian's hand.
"No you aren't. He meant to hurt one of your friends, not me, Smythe."
"I don't care. He's an idiot."
"Technically, your friend pushed him at me."
"Okay. Then you're the idiot for not watching what was coming to you."
"What?"
Sebastian back pedaled. "That's not what I mean. I just – fuck, never mind. I'm going to find that stupid animal and teach him a lesson, though."
The nurse came back to fix up Kurt's wounds.
"Here, honey, drink this. It'll make you go to sleep."
Kurt downed the entire cup. He didn't realize just how thirsty he was from soccer today.
As the witch bandages up Kurt's arm, he started dozing off. The last thing he heard was the nurse yelling at Sebastian and Blaine.
"Ugh," Kurt muttered as he tried to sit up.
"Easy, easy. Don't try to use your left arm."
Kurt lazily opened his eyes to see gorgeous, emerald eyes staring at him.
"Seb... bas... tian... What time is it?"
Sebastian pulled a pocket watch from his trousers.
"Just a little after seven, why?"
"Shit, shit, shit," Kurt muttered. "I missed class and I was supposed to meet the headmaster."
"Don't worry, you're excused from your classes, and Headmaster Beaulieu came by to check up on you."
Kurt relaxed. "Where's Jeff?"
Sebastian closed his textbook. "Dinner. I had to force him out of here to go eat."
"What about you?"
"I'm fine."
"No, you're starving. And me bleeding all over you probably didn't help."
Sebastian sighed as he took Kurt's hand in his.
"I don't have to feed all the time. It's nice to, but I can go weeks without feeding."
Kurt hummed as Sebastian traced little patterns on the back of his hand.
"Do you feed off of humans?"
Sebastian visibly flinched and hunched his shoulders.
"Yes," he whispered.
"Are you allowed to?"
"We're asked to only feed on animals or the blood we receive from hospitals. It doesn't... truly satisfy me, though."
Kurt stiffened and Sebastian frowned.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Kurt. I'll never hurt you. I can control myself. I'm one of the oldest vampires here, older than most teachers here."
Kurt quirked an eyebrow as he messed with the bedsheets with his other hand.
"How... How old are you?"
"Two hundred ten," the vampire sighed.
"Wow... Just – wow."
Sebastian let go of Kurt's hand.
"It's weird. I know."
Sebastian sounded so cold and angry, but before Kurt could speak any further, the vampire was gone.
Kurt couldn't sleep that night. Luckily, since his roommate didn't even sleep, he kept Kurt company.
Jeff had arranged for a TV to be pushed in on a cart with a gaming console and a DVD player.
"Shouldn't you be doing homework?" Kurt asked as he finished first place on Mario Kart.
"Um, no? Video games with you is so much better. But dammit, you are a god at Mario Kart!"
Kurt smiled at his adorable blond friend.
"Jeff, can I talk to you about... personal stuff?"
"Yeah, sure."
Jeff was primarily focused on the video game but he did turn to Kurt to give him a warm smile.
"Hypothetically speaking, would it be weird if I... I dunno, liked Sebastian?"
Kurt blushed as he finished his second lap. He had Yoshi drift and drive through an item box.
"Well, for one thing, you did just call him Sebastian. You even called him Seb out on the field. I mean, I don't mind you going for him, but he's trouble, Kurt."
Kurt sighed.
"I think I might like Blaine, too, though. He's just really charming and sweet and – I don't know. I'm so conflicted."
Jeff frowned. "Your love life may be conflicted, but at least you have video games to fall back on because damn, Kurt. Can we play Smash Bros or something instead?"
Kurt giggled. "Sore loser!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
The two friends just started laughing then. Kurt reluctantly agreed to playing Super Smash Bros even though he didn't like these kind of games much.
"It'll be fun!" Jeff exclaimed as he jumped.
"Zelda? C'mon, Kurt, you could do so much better!"
"Do not underestimate Zelda! Besides, I like Sheik. Talk about a badass," Kurt giggled.
"Whatever," Jeff mumbled as he selected Pikachu.
"Are you serious, Jeff? Pikachu?"
Jeff got down on the ground and lifted his head; then he made a motion and shouted, "Pikachu!" in a high-pitched, cutesy voice.
"You're such a dork. Get up. I'm about to kill you in this."
"Bring it on, Hummel."
It seems to be that Mario Kart wasn't the only game Kurt had skills at.
Author's Note: Oh hey, another one. Just thought I'd say that I have tags for this fic on tumblr. Some may rather track it over there if you probably don't check your email as often, etc. I'll post links to updates over there.
Tracked tags are: fic: in my veins & fic: imv
Also, I know I'm not mentioning as many other different creatures in this fic. It's mainly about wizards/vampires/werewolves, but there will be other beings in this fic. I'm just bad at thinking up some. (Suggestions would be great!)