Hi Everyone!
I'm so glad you liked the first chapter. I hope you will enjoy this one, too.
Having a progeny meant a huge responsibility, that was all Blaine knew about it. He had never thought about having one, so he had barely paid attention when others had talked about it. As he stepped through the front door of his house, he started to understand what they had meant when they had said it changed everything.
Kurt's injuries were mostly healed and the turning process began. Blaine remembered how awful it was and he grimanced when he saw how much pain Kurt was in. The boy's eyes were closed but he kept moaning and struggling in his hold. When Blaine went with him upstairs and laid him down, it became worse. Kurt screamed in pain and reached out blindly, grabbing Blaine's shirt.
"Calm down" he said, although he knew that the boy didn't hear him. "You will be fine. Don't fight the pain, accept it."
Kurt twitched and let go of his shirt. He was panting and sweating, and Blaine didn't know what he should do next. He knew that Kurt must have been cold and felt like burning at the same time, and because of their bond already forming, he wanted to ease his pain. He wanted to keep Kurt in his arms and help him go through the turning but he had to think rationally and not let his emotions lead him. He didn't want this after all, so it was better to keep distance from the boy before things got wrong.
Blaine expected a long turning process since Kurt wasn't prepared for it. When people knew what they got into, they accepted it easier and went through the hardeest part faster. But he couldn't explain what was going to happen, he hadn't had time for that. So Kurt had to figure out on his own what he had to do. Blaine couldn't really do anything but wait for him to wake up.
After making sure the doors were locked and he shut out the sunlight, Blaine went back to the boy. Kurt wasn't fighting anymore, he was settled in a deep sleep while his body was changing into its new, stronger self. With nothing else to do, Blaine started cleaning him up. He removed Kurt's old clothes, washed his body and dressed him into a comfortable pair of pants and white T-shirt. Kurt still didn't show a sign that he would wake up anytime soon. Blaine growled in frustration and stood up again, cursing himself for his stupidity. He shouldn't have found this boy, he shouldn't have turned him and brought him home. He should have left him in that alley and let him die. He should have come home and gone into the basement to sleep. He had to work the next night, he didn't have time for things like this.
But it was too late to make it back. He could have left the boy somewhere on his own but if he survived, Blaine would be in so much trouble. Their laws didn't allow to leave newborns behind and he wouldn't take a punishment. It would mean losing his job and he loved it too much. It allowed him to live away from the community and he barely had to keep contact with the others. It was the best thing in his life and he wouldn't let anyone to take it from him.
With nothing else to do, he went through the boy's things. He didn't have too much, just his papers and a cell phone in his pockets. Blaine threw the phone away and read the papers. The boy's name was Kurt Hummel and he came from Lima, Ohio. Blaine rolled his eyes. Another pretty boy who came to New York to become a star.
Kurt's phone started ringing and Blaine got up to find it. He could read 'Dad' on the screen and after a second of hesitation, he put the phone down. Kurt's father would certainly stop calling him after a while.
He was wrong. The man kept calling Kurt, he didn't give them a single moment of peace. Kurt muttered something in his sleep and seemed to be annoyed. Blaine could understand it. He looked at the phone again and when it started vibrating, he smashed it into million little pieces. He grinned in satisfaction. The phone was gone and the silence returned. Good.
It was almost dark again when he decided to get some sleep. Since Kurt didn't show any sign that he would wake up anytime soon, he had to stay home, so he could have some rest as well. He considered moving down into the basement but he was too tired for that. They didn't have to be afraid of sunlight and it wasn't like he wouldn't hear if somebody broke into his house. Yeah, they would be fine upstairs.
He pushed Kurt to one side of the bed and lay down beside him. He could see the first signs of the turning on his body but Kurt was üstill far from the end. He wouldn't wake up in the next few hours, that was sure. Blaine closed his eyes and fell asleep almost immediately.
~ o ~
It was the worst hangover Kurt had ever had. His whole body was on fire, especially his throat and eyes. Maybe he was getting sick, too. Great. He didn't feel like he was going to throw up but he was weak and tired.
He opened his eyes and looked around. The room seemed unfamiliar and he tried to remember what had happened the previous day. He remembered going out with Adam and his friends, having a few drinks and then... nothing. It was weird.
The burning in his throat became worse. He reached to his neck and rubbed it gently but it only got worse. Now he was sure that he was going to be sick. He checked his forehead, expecting fever, but his skin felt surprisingly cold. He sat up slowly and looked around in the room. It was completely dark around him but he could see everything fine. How was it possible?
Kurt's eyes widened as a horrible thought settled in his mind. He felt sick. He had a headache. He didn't remeber anything from the last night. It could only mean one thing: he had been drugged. The idea seemed to be confirmed when he looked down at the bed and found a stranger beside him. Kurt started breathing heavily and desperately tried to remember what had happened to him. Somehow, he had ended up in this house, in this bedroom, with this stranger beside him. He pressed his hand to his lips as his eyes started burning again, this time becauseof his tears. He didn't remember anything, although the man looked familiar from somewhere. God, what had happened to him?
Kurt was afraid but there was only one way to figure out where he was and what had happened to him. He had to talk to the man. He was scared of waking him, the man had possibly drugged him and brought him into his house after all, but there was no other way for him. He had to go through it.
Kurt took a deep breath and shook the man's shoulder gently. Nothing happened.
"Hey! Wake up!" he tried again. His voice was hoarse and his throat burnt even more. He had to drink something after this. "Hey!"
As Kurt leaned closer, something horrible caught his attention. The man beside him wasn't breathing. The boy gasped and grabbed the man's wrist to check his pulse. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find anything. He turned the man onto his back and pressed his hands to his chest. There was no heartbeat. He wasn't breathing. He was dead.
Kurt jumped out of the bed, not noticing how unnaturally fast his movements were, and screamed as he backed away in panic. Could it get any worse? He woke up in an unfamiliar place, with a dead man beside him. What the hell was going on?
He freaked out even more when the man suddenly sat up and then jumped out of the bed. Kurt screamed again and stepped back into the corner of the room.
"Why the hell are you screaming?" Blaine groaned and rubbed his tired eyes.
"Wha-what... you..." Kurt pressed his back to the wall, scared and shaking.
Blaine took a deep breath and stepped towards Kurt. He could feel how scared Kurt was and he had to calm him down somehow, so he could explain everything.
"Calm down, there's nothing to be scared of" Blaine said quietly.
"You were dead! I-I checked it, but now you're..."
Blaien took another step towards Kurt.
"No! Stay there!" Kurt screamed.
"Calm. Down" Blaine said slowly, hoping that he would be able to help Kurt. He hadn't planned it to happen this way. He was supposed to be awake and explain Kurt everything right away.
"What do you want from me?" Kurt whispered. "Please, I... I just wanna go home."
"You can't go home" Blaine replied.
Kurt was shaking so badly that he couldn't stand on his feet anymore. He slid down onto the floor and pulled his knees up to his chest. He had never been so afraid in his life.
"What's going on? Who are you and what do you want from me?" Kurt cried.
"Do you remember what happened to you?" Blaine asked carefully. Hopefully the newborn had a few memories from the night of his turning.
"No" Kurt shook his head. "Did you drug me? Do you... do you want to hurt me?"
Blaine groaned in frustration. Kurt seemingly didn't remember anything. Great.
"I didn't drug you and I won't hurt you" Blaine answered. "Just let me explain..."
Blaine made a mistake when he moved towards Kurt too quickly. He forgot about the possiblity that Kurt didn't know what he was, and when he rushed to Kurt, the boy took it as an attack. He was up on his feet in a blink and ran out of the room.
"Stupid boy" Blaine rolled his eyes but followed Kurt.
He found the boy downstairs as he tried to open the front door. Since he wasn't aware of his new vampire strength, Kurt tried to find a key to the door, although he could have opened it easily without help. Blaine watched him for a few seconds but decided to step in and stop this craziness.
"You're not going anywhere" Blaine sighed as he walked down the stairs.
Kurt ran out of the room to find another exit but Blaine didn't let him go far this time. He had enough of running through his house after the boy, so he grabbed him from behind and slammed him to the nearest wall.
"Would you stop?" he asked and turned Kurt around to look into his eyes. He grabbed the boy's wrists and pinned him to the wall. "I won't hurt you but I won't let you go either. There are some things we need to discuss but we can only do it if you calm down first."
It was easy to say but Blaine had no idea how Kurt felt. The boy thought that he was a lunatic who kidnapped him and brought him home, who drugged him and wanted to force him to do who knew what. And it didn't help that Blaine was unnaturally strong and fast, or the fact that his eyes turned red and he had dangerous looking sharp teeth. Kurt pressed his eyes closed not to see the man and tried to stop shaking.
"Wha-what are you?" Kurt stuttered.
"I'm a vampire" Blaine answered.
Kurt gasped and started shaking again.
"You will kill me, right?" Kurt cried. "God, I shouldn't have gone to that bar."
Blaine rolled his eyes and released the boy. He had no idea how Kurt didn't know what he was. He should have felt the effects of the turning and he should have remembered what happened to him. He didn't lose his memory because of the turning.
"Let's go back into the living room. I will tell you everything" Blaine said.
Kurt nodded weakly. He had no chance to run away, he had to follow the man's orders.
~ o ~
Blaine couldn't decide if Kurt took the news surprisingly well or he was still in shock. He told the boy everything he knew and then waited for Kurt to say something. But it didn't happen. Kurt kept his eyes on the carpet and didn't move.
"It must be... Uhm... Overwhelming" Blaine said, trying to start a conversation.
He waited some more but Kurt didn't reply.
"Look, I usually like silence but this is stupid. At least say something" Blaine said.
"What's going to happen to me now?" Kurt asked quietly. He wanted to go home and forget everything. The older vampire's presence made him uncomfortable.
"I suggest you to have something to eat and then sleep. That's the best you can do" Blaine answered.
"How can you take this so easily?" Kurt asked in disbelief. "I don't... I'm not happy that this happened. I don't want this and I'm not ready. I-I have a life, I have family..."
"Not anymore" Blaine said. "You should better forget your past."
"What?" Kurt asked and jumped up from the couch. "No, I... God, my father must be so worried. Where's my phone? I have to call him."
"I destroyed it" Blaine said.
"You did what?" Kurt gasped. "Do you know how much I had to work to get the money for that phone?"
"No and honestly, I don't care" Blaine said. "Eletronics are completely useless. We lived without them for centuries and we were fine."
"Centuries... How old are you? Oh, no, you know what? I don't want to know. But I have to call my dad. Can I borrow your phone?" Kurt asked.
"You won't call your father or anybody else. You can't keep contact with your family" Blaine said.
"Please, my father must be so worried" Kurt begged.
"I'm sorry, Kurt. But you will forget them in no time" Blaine said easily.
"You're a monster" Kurt hissed.
"No, I'm the person who saved you from certain death. So you should at least thank me" Blaine said, regretting for the hundredth time that he had saved this boy. Kurt was just so annoying.
Kurt rolled his eyes and turned away from him. Blaine hoped that he would accept his new life but as he leaned closer, he saw that Kurt was crying.
"Oh, no, not again" Blaine sighed. "Would you stop crying? Your body needs to rest to complete the change."
"I don't care" Kurt whispered.
Blaine didn't know what to do next. He had to convince the boy that he had to feed and then go to sleep but Kurt didn't listen to him. God, why was it so hard? Kurt should have been happy that he had a new, amazing life. He just won with the turning, it was Blaine who had to tolerate another person in his house.
"Nah, just think about the good things. You're fast and strong, you can compel people and you're immortal. And once I kick you out, you can do whatever you want" Blaine smiled, trying to enlighten the mood.
Kurt must have thought that he cared about him because the boy stood up and threw his arms around Blaine. The man froze, unable to decide if he should push Kurt away or hug him. He hated when people touched him and he didn't understand why others needed contact.
"Uhm... You know what, you can cry as much as you want" Blaine said hesitantly. "But do you need to hug me for that?"
Kurt didn't answer just cried harder. Blaine threw his head back and sighed. Now he understood where the complains about newborns came from. If everybody was as emotional as Kurt, it could have been pure torture for every maker.
"Let's sit down" Blaine offered. It didn't look like Kurt was going to stop crying anytime soon, so at least he could do something useful until then.
When they sat back onto the couch, he grabbed his book from the table and started reading. Kurt didn't complain, so he should have been fime this way. Blaine patted his back a few times but he didn't do anything else. He wasn't good in this. He hated crying people and avoided them when he could.
~ o ~
"Bite down."
"How should I do it?"
Blaine growled and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He had hoped that Kurt would fall asleep after crying for almost two hours, but no, of course it wasn't that easy. Kurt was thirsty and he had to feed from him. He wasn't ready to leave the house, so Blaine had to offer his own blood for him. He remembered that Sebastian had done the same with him because... Well, he didn't remember why but newborns needed the blood of their makers for the first few times, that was sure.
As easy as it sounded, Kurt made a huge problem of his first feeding. In Blaine's opinion, it was the simplest thing what a vampire could do. Bite, suck, release, done. Kurt didn't even have to bother with compelling now, he just had to do the easiest part.
"Open your freaking mouth and use your teeth" Blaine said.
"Okay" Kurt nodded hesitantly. "Uhm... Does it hurt? Because I don't want to hurt you..."
"You won't hurt me" Blaine interrupted.
"Are you sure? Your teeth look pretty sharp and if mine are similar..."
"I won't even feel it" Blaine said urgently.
"Did you do it before?" Kurt asked.
"I don't have another progeny but yes, I did it before" Blaine answered.
"I don't understand. If you didn't have to feed anybody..."
"Vampires bite each other when they have sex" Blaine explained.
"Oh" Kurt said in surprise. "But this in not like that, right? Because I'm not sure I would be comfortable with..."
"We won't have sex with each other" Blaine said. He was losing patience. "Bite me."
Kurt rose to his knees and took a deep breath. Blaine turned his head to give him better access to his neck.
"Okay, I can do this" Kurt said and leaned closer but then stopped again. "Can't I just bite your wrist or something?"
"You can, just do it" Blaine hissed through gritted teeth.
Kurt eyed Blaine's arms for a while.
"You know, it's so weird" he said. "We barely know each other, I know nothing about you..."
"We could have talked but you wasted the whole night for whining."
"...and I'm not sure this is right. You're like my father now, right? Oh, wait, I don't have to call you dad, right?"
"If you just try to call me dad, I will stake you" Blaine said seriously.
"It was just a question!" Kurt said.
"Would you finally feed, so we can go to sleep?" Blaine almost yelled.
"Fine" Kurt rolled his eyes. "But... is it really okay? We're like relatives and..."
That was it. Blaine lost his patience. He grabbed the knife from the table and – fighting off the urge to stab it into Kurt – he cut a deep wound on his wrist. Once Kurt saw the blood running down Blaine's arm and smelled it, he couldn't resist his thirst any longer. He grabbed Blaine's arm and pressed his lips to the wound.
"Finally" Blaine muttered as Kurt started sucking his blood.
~ o ~
Twenty minutes later the two men left the living room and walked downstairs. Kurt was sleepy, he couldn't wait to have a good sleep in a warm bed after filling his stomach. His throat wasn't burning anymore and he could have fallen asleep while walking down the stairs. Blaine was exhausted, too. He hadn't had too much sleep the previous day but it wasn't a big deal, he was a vampire after all. But Kurt had taken a lot of blood from him and he felt weaker than usual. He had to get out the next night, get some food for himself and bring home a few humans to feed from. He couldn't be so careless again, not until Kurt learnt the basics.
"So you sleep down here?" Kurt asked and grimanced in disgust. "It's so... naturalistic."
"I only use it when I sleep, so it has to be practical, nothing more" Blaine answered.
"And where do you sleep?" Kurt asked, hoping that Blaine didn't spend his night on the floor.
"There" Blaine pointed at the black coffin at the other end of the room.
Kurt gulped and stopped immediately. He hoped that Blaine only wanted to show him his coffin and didn't expect Kurt to sleep in there with him.
"It's alright" Blaine said. "I have a guest coffin but I never have guests, so you can use it."
He disappeared in the corner and came back a second later with another coffin in his hands. He placed it beside his own and open his coffin to climb inside.
"You don't expect me to sleep in that, right?" Kurt asked and kicked the coffin carefully. It was old and had a weird smell. He wasn't brave enough to open it because he didn't want to know what was inside of it.
"Where else could you sleep?" Blaine asked.
"Well, that bed upstairs seemed nice..."
"Absolutely not" Blaine cut in. "It's dangerous. What if somebody breaks in while we're asleep?"
"Who would break in a vampire house in the middle of nowhere?" Kurt asked back.
"The house can be bombed" Blaine reasoned.
"Yeah, probably" Kurt rolled his eyes.
"It doesn't matter, okay?" Blaine said in frustration. "Vampires sleep in coffins and you will sleep down here with me. End of the conversation."
"You're crazy, you know?" Kurt muttered.
Blaine was too tired to fight with Kurt. He just wanted silence and a good sleep, then fill his stomach, nothing more. And he certainly didn't want to talk more, he had enough of pointless conversations. He was used to silence and he missed it already.
"Good night" Blaine said in the end and opened the coffin for Kurt. He pushed the boy inside easily and slammed it closed. Then he lay down and closed his eyes, hoping that he could finally sleep...
"Blaine? Can you hear me?"
Blaine gritted his teeth and forced himself not to get up and stake Kurt instantly.
"Shut up, Kurt. Just shut up. Sleep or die or do whatever you want, just be quiet" he said.
Finally, Kurt fell asleep or at least he didn't make any noise. Blaine sighed and closed his tired eyes. Having another person in his house was worse than he had expected.