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So this is early! YAY (: and long...DOUBLE YAY!
Okay so i've been working on this for around three days straight now and I just really want to post it for you all. You all leave such lovely reviews and actually want to read it so I feel very inspired to post! Now i just hope it lives up to expectations! I'm always nervous.
There will be a slight time skip at the end which might seem out of place but i just really wanted to move this along and get to more Klaine interaction! I want this story to be realistic in it's characters and reactions so the fact that Blaine and Kurt aren't jumping into each others arms and smothering each other in kisses is both sad and necessary at this point in time!
I never intended this to get so angst-y :/
Warnings- Swearing (sometimes i just can't avoid it in heated situations), mild violence, vampire stuff, mentions of bullying
Once More To Get It Right
Chapter 7
Hummel Household
The weekend was long for a number of reasons.
Burt was keeping him on lockdown for one. Hovering and fussing in his usual gruff, overbearing manner. Kurt couldn't find it in him to be mad, though he played his part dutifully and rolled his eyes as many times was possible without them falling straight out of his head. Because to be honest, Kurt felt he needed the steadying presence his father gave him right now and a strict in-house watch when he didn't want to step out his house anyway? Well let's just say he could live with it.
It was hardly peaceful however.
Kurt was constantly on edge; jumping at noises, searching shadows, rechecking locks. He never found anything of course, though that feeling of being watched never dwindled and he continued his paranoid routine over the course of Saturday and Sunday.
His nerves couldn't take much more of this.
Especially combined with the fact that he couldn't get Blaine off his mind. Real or otherwise. It was getting so bad that Kurt found himself blanking out during the day now, flashes of muddled scenes playing out before his eyes until someone forcefully had to bring him back. His head felt like it was splitting in two each and every time and he was consistently knocking back Advil to assuage the throb, though it hardly made a difference. Carole eyed him worriedly but Kurt just smiled and lied through his teeth. There was no way he was telling her the source of his headaches.
Yes Carole, you see I have these dreams about a guy that shouldn't rightly exist, I've actually had them all my life and on Friday he just happened to show up to visit. It was awful nice of him but now I'm getting these horrible pictures in my mind of things that don't make sense and it feels like someone is taking a chainsaw to my skull. What would you prescribe?
Kurt was slowly going mad he was sure of it.
And if that wasn't enough, he felt restless. Lacklustre. Agitated. Like he had somewhere he needed to be and when Kurt tried to examine the feeling all he got where images of Blaine, confused emotions he couldn't put names too that felt like they were about to explode from his chest with their intensity. He had a string tied to his very core and it was slowly being tugged, drawing him in even when he resisted and when that pulled the line taught he felt even worse. Miserable and alone and his heart felt shattered into pieces like he was denying something vital to his very existence. It often made him short of breathe and he'd have to sit down for a few moments to compose himself. The teen was scared. Beyond terrified and by the time Monday inched its way towards him he was running on nervous energy alone.
Today he was visiting Dalton Academy.
Kurt had spent most of Sunday night scouring the Dalton webpage's, trying to get a handle on the dress code so he wouldn't be so obvious an outsider on a school day. The pictures on the online gallery were impressive to say the least. After so many years walking paint chipped halls, with scuffed flooring and dented lockers, Dalton looked like a veritable palace in comparison. The classic, elegant décor. The old time feel that wasn't outdated but retro in a very respectful, classy way. It was also so familiar that Kurt had a hard time looking and not looking at it for very long. Home. It was a flash of thought that Kurt quickly crammed into his ever filling box of not-to-be-acknowledged-for-fear-of-psych-ward stuff.
God how that box rattled and screamed.
It took a few hours of deep closet diving but eventually Kurt found something at least passable to visit a place as prestigious as Dalton and then he was left with nothing to do but fret. He got no sleep that night whatsoever and it was probably a good thing he had convinced his dad to let him have today off so he could put his little plan into affect, because he would have absorbed next to nothing if he was sat in class. Carole had offered to stay home with him just as the teen had convinced his dad to go to work and when Kurt was almost at the end of his rope the two parents finally agreed to leave with the promise of regular updates.
It was only when all cars save Kurt's Navigator were gone from the driveway did Kurt jump out of bed and begin the process of getting ready. Due to trembling fingers and a body that wouldn't quit shaking it took him longer than usual but soon enough Kurt was donned in his 'uniform' and was climbing into the driver's seat. Hardly perfect, but it would have to do.
The ride up to Westerville was lengthy and not even the perfect blend of Broadway show tunes could calm his racing heart. The closer he got the sicker to his stomach he felt.
This was stupid right? Chasing after dreams. Indulging this madness.
He was torn between yes and no.
God, what if it was all real? That Blaine was exactly whatever the hell he was in his dreams? A Twilight knockoff with less sparkles and more sex appeal?
Kurt found himself laughing a little hysterically as he switched lanes as his turning approached.
And what if he had just dreamt up the whole episode?
Kurt didn't know which option would be better at this point and before he could resolve a standpoint he was already pulling up to iron wrought gates engraved with the Dalton crest. They opened automatically and Kurt took the turning off to the visitor's car park which doubled up with the staff one. The student's was nearer to what Kurt was assuming was the dormitory building, just off the side but still connecting to the main structure.
To say Kurt was impressed would be an understatement.
He picked his jaw up off the dash and grabbed his messenger bag, which contained not much of anything, off the passenger seat and hopped out onto the tarmac, looping it over his head and across his shoulders before locking up his car.
Spinning on his booted heel, he took a deep breathe as he ran his eyes across the many wide set windows that gleamed in the slight sun- for approaching winter it was mild today in terms of weather.
Walking through the reception doors, Kurt had a stroke of luck that the petite woman behind the desk was already dealing with a couple and so the teen slipped passed unnoticed and into the main school hallways rather easily. Inside was even more majestic than out with the many paintings and drawings lining the walls, the classic dark wood furniture and even occasional seat down the wide corridors interspaced with doors and intersections.
Was it possible to miss a place you've never been?
Kurt checked his watch and found it was class time still for McKinley and hazarded a guess that they ran on a similar timetable here, if the lack of life was an indication. Kurt didn't know where to begin looking so he wandered; taking everything in with wide, awed eyes as he internally berated himself for not having thought of this beforehand.
It wasn't like there was going to be a huge sign saying 'Warblers This Way!'
Kurt had ascended one set of stairs only to walk for a few minutes to get to another and he stopped at the top to lean his forearms there and think for a while. Before he could even get into even half a thought the bell rang and students came flooding out of opening doors in waves. Kurt plastered himself to the banister as best he could without running the risk of being pushed over, until he got fed up and did some shoving of his own to escape.
He resolved to quickly ask someone for help seeing as he was getting nowhere fast on his own and he was just about to reach out a hand to the boy in fronts shoulder, when the guy in question snapped his head around like he knew Kurt was there.
Kurt stumbled a step.
Dalton
Blaine blinked his eyes open for the first time in almost three days with one thought on his mind.
Kurt.
They were ready for him though and four of them had him pinned down by his limbs in a rush of movement. Blaine snarled and snapped, vision coming over black again instantly, fangs appearing.
"Let go of me!" he demanded on a hiss.
"We're not doing that B, not until you see reason first," David stated over a grunt as he put all his weight and strength into weighing Blaine's left arm down to the mattress. In his room.
They had taken him back to Dalton.
He scented the air and besides the residual remnants on his clothes, Kurt's summer-sweet smell was no where in the immediate area. A mighty roar caved in his chest.
Blaine was going to kill them.
"How dare you!" he shouted, straining his arms and legs.
"Blaine! It was necessary," Wes stated calmly from the foot of the bed in his no-nonsense tone even as he tried to get a handle on the flailing foot.
"He's mine, Wes! Mine!" Blaine snarled. "You have no fucking say! Where is he? Where the fuck did you put him, Wesley! What did you do to him?!"
"I didn't put him anywhere! He went home with his friends after he woke up from the stupor you pushed him into!" Wes snapped back, losing all those years hard won patience in the face of his friend's accusations.
So Kurt was gone. Again.
Blaine felt angry tears fill up his eyes and he grit his teeth against them, still struggling desperately as a growl of anguish ripped up in his throat.
"B, just think for a minute! You really think we would do that to you? That we'd take Kurt and hide him away from you in spite!" Nick asked hurt from his right, grip tightening to the point of painful.
Blaine didn't want to listen to it. "You might as well have!" he yelled. "He was right there! Right there in my arms!"
"How do you even know it was him, Blaine? We don't know anything about what the hell is going on and until we do we can't risk our entire race and existence on assumptions," Wes explained his side as best he could.
Blaine laughed hollowly, bitterly. "Assumptions?"
Thad had been the only one not to speak so far. "How can you be so sure, Blaine? We buried him," he asked quietly from his position next to Wes. It was probably best he was so away from Blaine's fangs actually. He hadn't forgotten that Thad had, had his hands on his Chosen.
He narrowed golden, black eyes on the shaggy haired brunette. "You think I don't fucking know that!" he spat, neck muscles almost tearing with the tension he was putting into them.
"Then give us a plausible explanation, B and I'll personally collect and gift wrap him for you!" David offered.
Blaine snapped his head to the side, jerking his arm so David stumbled further into him, face inches away from Blaine's burning expression. "You. Won't. Touch. Him."
"Answer him, Blaine," Wes commanded, tugging his leg once sharply to get his attention away from wanting to rip David's smart-ass face off.
The vampires answer was to yank his foot out of Thad's grasp and slam it back with all his force, sending the vampire flying back into the wall with a crack. He used the surprise to rip his arms free and the remaining leg before he was out of his room in a blur of supernatural speed.
"Blaine!"
Blaine, stop! Also sounded in his mind from multiple vampires.
He ignored the entreaties and headed for the nearest lift, knowing the tunnels that the Giver's used were back the way he came. Rationally he knew he couldn't rush straight through Dalton upstairs without risk to everything him and everyone he knew held dear, but the desire was there. Oh was it there. So strong that he nearly threw all caution to the wind in his desperation to get back to Kurt. A Kurt who he had no idea was.
Running hands through his mess of hair, he gripped the loosened curls in frustration as his mind worked overtime.
New Directions.
That was the group Kurt was with but he had no idea where they came from. Wes knew. Blaine clenched his jaw. There was no way he could talk to the vampire anytime soon. Maybe after he found Kurt again he'd consider it.
He heard the bustle of crowds before the doors slid open in one of the locked, old, abandoned classrooms. The lift itself opened up into another locker closet and Blaine had to physically stop himself from rushing straight out and jumping from the second story window. Instead he walked as fast was humanly possible and let himself out into the foot traffic in the halls that signalled class changeover, only to stop short on the stairs.
Kurt.
His heart and mind and senses all screamed it.
The figure turned around, wide eyed. "Kurt?"
The coiffed teen regained his balance, even as his eyes glazed in an out of focus.
"Kurt! Kurt! I found him!"came a loud shout from behind him.
He turned and watched the excited boy practically bounce his way over to him, ducking errant branches and jumping over flowerbeds.
Kurt had to laugh at the enthusiasm."Who?"
"Him, Kurt!"
"Jeff."
He said it aloud before he even registered there was a word on his tongue.
The blonde in front of him frowned a little before the biggest grin lit his face up like a switch had just been flicked on him. A determined glint sparked in green eyes before Kurt had his wrist seized and another image flashed.
Kurt lifted the sheets to allow the tiptoeing blonde to slip between with a roll of his eyes. They hadn't done this since they were small. How Jeff kept making it past the royal guard was still a mystery.
They settled on their sides, facing one another as Jeff dragged the cover over their heads.
"We're leaving tomorrow," he grinned, barely able to keep his voice at a whisper as he squirmed his legs around.
Kurt bit his lip to stifle his own smile. "It seems like forever away."
"Are you nervous?" It was asked in such a way that spoke volumes. Despite the blonde's eagerness, there were still some completely natural reservations.
"Yes. But then I just think that Blaine will be there and it doesn't seem so scary anymore," he answered truthfully.
Jeff scrunched his brow his eyes faraway until another smile split his face, white teeth shining in the darkness. "I'm glad we're going together just the same. You're my best friend, Kurt," he finished softly.
"Well someone has to keep an eye on you when Nick has his back turned," Kurt joked before he looked at the blonde seriously. "You're my best friend too."
Kurt jerked his arm out of the boys grasp, catching his heel on the stair and a hand on the banister to keep himself upright as he panted and winced at the throb in his head.
Damn it!
The boy in front of him was eyeing him analytically now, with a touch of concern before he snapped out of his thoughts and glanced around at the rest of the student body who were giving them weird stares by now.
"Come on. We can go somewhere and talk," he suggested gently, making sure not to touch Kurt directly again.
Kurt had no choice but to follow him. The box in his head had tipped over and though part of him didn't want to know the answer to all the impossible questions smashing against the inside of his skull, the larger part of him just had to know. For his own peace of mind if nothing else.
They ended up in an unoccupied, large room that boasted a huge desk at the front which sat three people, while black leather couches and seats were scattered around the surrounding space. It was the shiny black piano and other such instruments lined up against the back wall that let Kurt know it was a music room. Three large windows along the left facing wall let in the weak sunlight making the atmosphere inviting even though Kurt was as tense as a bow.
Jeff took a seat on a couch and gestured to the one opposite him with an encouraging, genuine smile. The blonde waited until he was seated, perched on the edge ready to run at a moments notice, before he filled the silence.
"So I suppose you're here for answers?"
Kurt found himself snorting a laugh before burying his face in his hands miserably. "This is ridiculous," he mumbled.
"No. It's really not," the boy said utterly serious and Kurt dropped his hands to his lap to stare at him, begging with his eyes for the boy to make this make sense. "I suppose we should start with introductions even though you seem to know a few things," he muttered the end to himself and eyed Kurt once more, brain working something over before he smiled a little and held out his hand. "I'm Jeffery Lazinder-Duval Sterling."
Kurt's eyes widened a little a flush working down his neck at Jeff's insight and he eyed that hand a little distrustfully before he grasped it lightly to shake. "Kurt Hummel."
He sighed in relief when he didn't have a repeat episode of the staircase when their skin met.
Jeff grinned almost maniacally and bounced a in his seat after Kurt drew his hand back. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Kurt…again."
Kurt choked on the air he was breathing. "Again?"
"I helped get you back to your friends when you fainted at Sectionals," Jeff replied innocently, though there was a spark in those jade orbs like he knew more, like he was assessing Kurt's every reaction.
"Right, thanks for that," Kurt managed to squeak weakly getting his coughing under control.
"You're very welcome," Jeff beamed back at him.
Was it possible for someone to be this happy and not on something?
"So what brings you to Dalton?" Still so unassuming, like he was dancing around the issue and Kurt was getting increasingly suspicious. Everything he wanted to say was on the tip of his tongue…
"Okay! What the hell is going on here?" he accused hotly rising to his feet. "You knew who I was before I even introduced myself and don't start giving me crap about my little fainting spell and learning it then! It seems like all you Warblers know me! Am I getting stalked by preppy school boys or something? Am I just having a psychotic breakdown?" he ranted pacing, gesticulating wildly with his arms.
"Ah-"
"And Blaine!" Kurt cut off throwing his hands in the air. "He's not even real! I should know because I made him up! And now he's swaggering around all real and singing in blazers and cornering me backstage!"
Jeff was just watching him with slightly scared eyes by this point letting him get it off his chest.
"So tell me Jeffery, can you explain some of that for me, because I am coming up with nothing! Tell me how I can know you're name before you tell me! Tell me how any of this could be remotely plausible?!"
Kurt's chest was heaving by the time he had finished, tears pricking his eyes with the sheer strength of his frustration so he closed them tightly.
"Kurt, you're not going crazy."
The teen choked a laugh. "Thanks," he said sarcastically but his voice was thick and he walked towards the window to gaze out, arms wrapped tightly around his chest to hold himself together.
Maybe this was a mistake.
"You're not I promise," he repeated softly and he hesitated before he said the next sentence. "You might not like believe or even want to listen to the truth though."
Kurt snapped back around. "I need to know! This is killing me, I feel like my head is exploding!"
Jeff looked him over worriedly until he met his stare once more and bit his lip. "Kurt…do you believe in soulmates?"
The brunette scrunched his brow in confusion. What did this have to do with anything? "Um…yeah I guess. I like to believe that anyway, regardless of if it's true, but I have a serious romantic streak that probably needs addressing." Among other things. "Why?"
Jeff ignored him, intent on his own line of interrogating as he rose from his seat, approaching. "So, mates. People chosen for one another, completing each other, connecting?"
"Yes, I understand the concept of soulmates! Jeff, what has this got to do with anything?"
"Everything," Jeff replied seriously, now only a few steps away.
Kurt's blue eyes bounced back and forth between jade. "And soulmates are significant to this because…?"
There was a slight pause before Jeff pressed on. "Because you're Blaine's-"
"Kurt!"
Whatever Jeff was about to say was lost in the wave of longing Kurt felt spear through his heart nearly sending him to his knees. What the hell did his heart know that he didn't? That all encompassing loneliness crept up on him, freezing the blood in his veins while his body felt the ghosts of pain as Kurt tried to raise his defences. He wasn't meant to be shutting this boy out.
He skirted his eyes towards the door. Towards the figure he knew would be standing there.
He gulped in a breath, Adam's-apple bobbing noticeably while he took him in. His hair was wild and untamed, curly strands resting wherever they liked while his clothes appeared the have seen better days. They were wrinkled and skewed like he'd slept in them…actually his whole dishevelled look seemed to scream just-rolled-out-of-bed. Not that, that wasn't a good look for him. Damn it all. Of course he would have the audacity to look like a god after just waking up!
Kurt tried to steel his fluttery heart. "Blaine."
It wasn't as strong as he would have liked by any stretch, but he wasn't going to play some love struck maiden this time. The swooning was over and done with. He wanted answers and here was the person who could give them to him.
He watched Blaine take a sharp breath through his nose, eyes closing for a brief second as the boy's names passed his lips before he opened them again to take Kurt in. From tip of toe, to top of head and Kurt didn't think he missed a single centimetre in between.
The brunette shivered all over, electricity sharpening his senses and it zinged through his heating veins. That headache was creeping forwards again as Kurt got lost in a haze of undiluted emotion. His soul, seemingly always hungry, was full, sighing in contentment finally after all these long years.
"You came back."
Yes I came back, I'll always come back to you, a voice vowed and Kurt had to choke it back to keep from repeating it out loud. "I need some things explained to me," he said instead, shaking his head free of cobwebs.
Blaine took a step closer, golden eyes practically promising the world. "Anything."
Kurt stepped back though it seemed like he was wading through water. "You know who I am."
Blaine nodded, still continuing his slow forward approach, begging and pleading with his eyes for Kurt not to run. "I do."
"How?"
Blaine winced a little, halting one step short of Kurt. His eyes seemed far away for a moment. "We met a long time ago."
It was too cryptic. Too vague. "What does that mean!?"
Blaine was silent for a beat too long and Kurt looked once in Jeff's direction, where he had returned to his seat on the couch out of the way, before throwing his hands up. "That's it, I'm leaving."
Blaine stepped in his path. "No, Kurt wait!"
The boy looked into those tormented eyes expectantly, willing himself not to soften.
Those everything eyes bored deep into Blaine. Unrelenting.
How was he meant to explain this though? Especially when he didn't know Kurt's side of things. And he was desperate to hear Kurt's side of things. To know how any of this was even possible.
"Can you just…just tell me what you know. What you think you know and then I promise I'll tell you everything," Blaine asked tentatively.
Kurt studied him, whether to judge his sincerity or trustworthiness, before he took a deep breathe and sat back down.
"Ever since I was little, I've had these dreams," he glanced up and across from him quickly before staring back at the twisting fingers in his lap. "What I thought were just dreams."
Blaine held his breathe, scared to even hope. Locked into place by his own pathetic cowardice.
"And what were they about?" Jeff asked softly as if sensing Blaine couldn't.
Kurt locked eyes with jade ones. "Blaine," he whispered a blush heating his face a dull pink and Blaine felt stirrings of hunger both carnal and vampiric rise in answer to the sight. He clamped down on both tightly, lowering himself to the very edge of the couch Kurt was occupying. He felt and saw the body he loved so much tense at his presence and it broke his heart that this is what they were now. Oceans apart. Uneasy.
"Are they like normal dreams?" Jeff asked next, leaning forwards in rising interest.
Kurt frowned and so did Blaine. He wasn't sure where the blonde was leading this. "How do you mean? What's normal?"
"Like how do they feel?" he waved a hand around. "Insubstantial or solid."
Kurt swallowed. "The second one."
Jeff nodded gazing out of the window, mulling some great insight over in his brain which finally hit Blaine with the force of an eighteen wheeler.
"Memories," Blaine breathed, eyes fixed on Kurt's profile. His heart smashed at the inside of his chest at the implications.
Kurt whipped his head around, glasz eyes wide and lost. "What do mean memories? They can't be memories," he shook his head, looking slightly sick now, paling even further than his usual complexion.
Blaine shuffled closer in concern. "Why not?" he asked softly, not wanting to alarm but inside his felt like dying. Kurt wouldn't even consider the possibility of him. Of them.
"B-because it just can't okay!" he stammered adamantly.
"Past lives are not unheard of Kurt," Jeff said, encouragingly.
Kurt gripped his hair. "This is insane! You're insane."
"Why?"
"Because what I dream about couldn't be true! It's impossible. More impossible than sitting with two people from a past life or whatever the hell this particular bucket of crazy is!"
"You've dreamt of us," Blaine asked gently, stemming the tide, unable to help himself. "Together."
Kurt nodded wordlessly and Blaine could see the pulse hammering in his neck, see the quick rise and fall of his chest, see the slight dilation of his pupils making Blaine yearn to see inside of that beautiful head to know just what he was thinking of.
"Tell me," he demanded in the same tender tone, inching ever closer.
Kurt watched with less and les wariness as he sank into a world he thought was made up. "I-I dreamt that I was happy. That I was safe… I dreamt that I was in lo-" he cut himself off with a little shake of his head.
Blaine wouldn't have it. Needed to hear it, even if it was past tense. Closer he crawled. "In what, Kurt?"
There was a pause of breathe before, "Love."
Blaine's whole world flipped on its axis and his eyes filled up hearing that pure word escape from Kurt's lips, said in that angelic voice. So long. So long had he waited to hear that word again.
"Kurt, I-"
"But that's not the only thing I saw, Blaine," Kurt cut off his declaration, turning fully towards him and leaning forwards himself. A declaration that was a hundred years due, that was scratching its way free of his skin to ooze from his pores like a live thing. "There were things I can't wrap my head around. One's that make me think I'm losing my mind," he admitted in a small voice. Like he was begging Blaine to make it better.
The vampire hesitantly raised a hand, skimming fingertips across a sharp cheekbone, following the sweeping arch up across the tip of elfin ears. Completely the same. Every detail. Even the reactions. He watched Kurt lean into the touch, lips parting, eyelashes fluttering.
"Tell me," he repeated, willing to do anything to make him feel better.
Kurt didn't reply with words, instead he settled his gaze on Blaine's mouth. It wasn't in passion or anticipation. It was with a frightened curiosity telling Blaine all he needed to know. He was staring at the spot Blaine's fangs would be if they weren't sheathed.
The vampire tensed and froze.
How would Kurt handle this? Handle knowing Blaine was in fact a vampire and all the extra's that came with it? Would he run? Would he scream? Would he hate him?
But he had promised to tell him everything. He gathered the remnants of his battered armour up around the slowly healing pieces of his heart.
"Kurt it's true. All of it."
There was a beat where Kurt frowned like he had misheard. Misunderstood.
"N-no-"
"Yes. Over one hundred and seventeen years ago Prince Kurt Gelding-Anderson died at the hands of vampire Jeremiah Hunter. Vampires have been habiting this place since it first began. We built it hundreds of years ago to serve our purposes, to allow us to live freely in the world without detection."
Kurt shakily rose to his feet, the words obviously resonating on something in him. "This is-"
Blaine followed him up recklessly, tears in his eyes. "You lived here, Kurt. With me. With Jeff, Nick, Wes, David…all of our coven. You lived here and were happy and loved. We were here together and I loved you, still love you, will never cease loving you!"
"STOP!" Kurt yelled, gripping his head between his hands, tears spilling down his cheeks. "I can't…I don't…I can't do this…I-"
The doors swept open and a fuming Wes came striding through, David and Nick dogging his heels- the latter heading straight for his Chosen who met him halfway.
Wes stopped in his tracks when he spotted Kurt however.
"What have you done, Blaine?" he asked deadly quiet.
Blaine hissed at him viciously, fangs dropping low as he perceived the threat in the room. This was the male who had taken Kurt from him the first time around. He wouldn't let him do it a second. Turning back to his distraught mate, he felt like he'd been shot in the chest. He'd done this. Made him this upset. "Kurt, my love, don't cry."
That only seemed to make him sob harder, though he sucked in lips in tightly to prevent anything more than strangled gasps and whines to escape. He hadn't stopped cradling his head yet and Blaine placed his hands over pale elegant ones, damning the consequences.
Shimmering blue eyes cracked open, spiky wet lashes framing the terrified orbs. He shook his head. "I- I'm sorry but I c-can't," he whispered and Blaine got the sick feeling of dread harden his stomach.
Kurt pulled away, out of reach and ran for the door. Blaine ran for him and caught him around the middle, chest plastered to Kurt's back, arms tight around his waist, forehead resting on the base of his neck.
"Don't do this," he pleaded into the skin in front of his lips. Oh God's please don't.
"Blaine…" Kurt wept voice still thick with tears. Broken and scared and pleading.
"Don't leave me again," Blaine was crying now, bracing himself for the agony of loss once more. How many times would he have to endure?
"Please."
Once more it seemed.
Slowly his arms unfolded though it felt like they were made of stone and he placed one daring, frantic kiss to the perfect skin under his mouth, making sure to linger, to savour the velvet texture and intoxicating scent before pulling away into desolation.
Kurt was stumbling out the door as soon as he was free and Blaine watched him go with tensed muscles.
"Wes," he gritted out.
He felt his friends grab him by the arms and haul him off, just as the expected veil of vampiric blackness descended over his vision.
Kurt swayed on his feet, the emotional whiplash sending his vision blurry even without the tears, knocking off his equilibrium as he made a mad dash for his car through the labyrinth of hallways. No one stopped him as he peeled out of the car park only stopping once on the way home to relieve his stomach of its meagre contents from the night before.
Turn around, turn around, turn around…run, run, run…
Oh god, what had he done.
Kurt killed the engine, his stomach still rolling as he staggered out of the car towards his door. Fumbling the lock he finally burst through his door, barely managing to close it behind him before he got upstairs and crawled straight into bed not even bothering to kick his shoes off. Hidden under the covers he felt a new torrent of tears slide hot tracks across his cheek.
He didn't want to leave, but he had so damn scared out of his mind that self preservation had kicked in and he'd escaped the situation, leaving his heart behind, ripped straight from his chest as soon as those arms and lips had left his skin.
'We were here together and I loved you, still love you, will never cease loving you!'
Kurt gripped his pillow harder while the other hand rose shaky fingers to the still burning spot on the back of his neck, a whine of pure agony exploding from his throat. I love you too, he wanted to scream.
How was this possible? And vampires!
Kurt hadn't missed the exposed fang in Blaine's mouth when the other guys had walked into the room. He shivered a little, needing time to think this mess over, still too overwhelmed.
He had wanted answers and he'd gotten some. Now he had to see if he could live with them.
Dalton
"I'm sorry Blaine, I didn't want to do it!" Jeff exclaimed, shrinking into Nick's arms on the loveseat they occupied together in the entertainment room that had a brand new television and game system by now.
"How long was I out for?" the vampire asked in a monotone, feeling numb inside after pouring out his heart earlier. It was in Kurt's hands now. All of it.
"Well its Monday today," Nick told him sheepishly and Jeff had the grace to blush.
"It's a tricky spell. Dangerous even, I'm just glad it didn't do any lasting damage!" There was a pause. "It didn't did it?"
Blaine shook his head as his mind ran it over. Three days nearly. Three days Kurt had been unprotected. He started to growl.
As if reading his mind Wes spoke up from his spot near the door. After they'd dragged him bodily back underground and held him there until his vampire instincts calmed, Wes had left to check on Thad who was being nursed by a Giver. He'd returned a little while ago with positive news; the damage was never bad enough to cause panic, though he did glare at Blaine a lot. Blaine couldn't find it in him to be that remorseful however.
"I set a detail on Kurt from the minute we got back. All the guys, barring Sebastian, have been taking turns watching Kurt for you."
Okay, maybe Blaine did feel a little guilty now. And petulant. It was his job to look after Kurt. "Barring, Sebastian?"
"He refused point blank and to be honest, I was glad I didn't have to think up a reasonable excuse to exclude him."
David snorted grabbing the glass he was nursing at the bar, a blue-ish liquid with black flecks in he favoured, to tip up to his lips. "The dude sucks at security details anyway. Far too lazy and up his own ass."
"Doesn't seem to stop you," Wes barbed with an arched brow.
David clutched a hand to his heart as if deeply wounded. "I agree with you and this is what I get? Well no more I say good sir!"
Nick snorted with a roll of his eyes, tucking his chin over Jeff's fair head more comfortably. "So what's the game plan now?"
"There's no need for a detail. I'll be taking it over," Blaine informed Wes, broking no room for arguments.
"What about school?" David asked and he got some strange looks. "What?! They don't know we're vampires do they. Don't look at me like I'm the idiot when people are gonna miss the Warbler's lead singer if nothing else!"
Which Blaine couldn't have cared less about.
There was no way he was staying here, away from his Chosen voluntarily. In fact, he should be over there right now. He rose to his feet, finding a new surge of energy. Kurt didn't have to talk to him, or acknowledge he was there. Hell, he didn't have to declare feelings. Just knowing he was safe and alive was enough. Better than he'd ever hoped. He'd be Kurt's shadow for the rest of forever if he'd just get to see him everyday. Blaine would deal with the inevitable complications later.
"He has a point I suppose," Nick agreed grudgingly picking at the corner of the couch with his free hand.
"Guys before we get off topic…" Jeff began looking them all in the eye and sitting up straighter on Nick's lap. It made Blaine pause a step. "We all have to accept the fact that this is Kurt we're dealing with. Actually him."
Wes made a noise of protest which Blaine growled back at.
"Hey! It is alright, I felt it when I took his wrist today. He knew my name before I told him, had a flash of memory right in front of me!" Jeff snapped at them. "He couldn't fake all that and he couldn't fake those sort of reactions either!"
They all thought it over, ran the encounter from the choir room through their heads again. Blaine didn't need to though. It was etched into his minds eye already.
"Jeff, he was you're best friend we get it-"
"Don't you dare patronise me, David Thompson!" Jeff spat out. "He's real and he's here no matter the how or why, so get used to it. Blaine's connected with him again, or maybe the connection never really went away but you've seen how it's affected him. Tell me what could cause that reaction in him unless it was Kurt?"
There was a crystalline moment of silence and clarity for most of them while Blaine caught Jeff's eye and they shared a thread of understanding. Blaine couldn't tell the fae how grateful he was for him right now. To have him on his side fighting for the boy they both loved.
"It couldn't really be…" Nick trailed off.
Jeff cupped his chin with a nod and a huge optimistic smile. "It is. When he comes back you'll see for yourself."
"This could still be a trap," Wes informed them, though his tone was softened, his gaze a little apologetic. He didn't want to say it, but he had to.
Blaine shot him a glance of understanding. He wasn't blind to the implications this might mean or bring. He just couldn't stop though and he thought that now, no one would ask him to.
"I'll text you the address," David said, fishing his phone out of his charcoal school slacks.
Blaine nodded his thanks and accepted the unspoken support. "I'll call you tomorrow to check in."
And then he was gone.
Hummel Household
Two weeks later…
By the time his father, Carole and Finn returned Kurt had changed back into a pair of sweats, a soft cotton tee shirt and over this he wore his Cheerio's red, white and black hoodie. The thing was ungodly comfortable. Curled up in bed watching re-runs of Project Runway with a copy of vogue open on his lap was something Kurt had never thought to see his dad smile so widely at.
Pity it was all staged.
It had the desired affect however and Burt left Kurt's room less worried and none-the-wiser of Kurt's adventure down the rabbit hole.
It was even more isolating, holding this latest secret inside. He felt like screaming it out, telling anybody who would listen; to see if anyone would believe it, believe him. But at the same time he wanted no one to know. He selfishly wanted this crazy, spectacularly earthshaking thing to be his alone. Untainted.
Kurt dreamt again that night. Of teasing, loving conversations, cuddles and kisses. Of the life Blaine had told him about. It was flashing before his eyes, mocking and inviting in the same breathe.
Kurt wasn't ready.
He returned to school the next day and news of his fainting spell had gotten around pretty quickly thanks to the power of the internet and nosy little ginger boys with bad hair. The jeers and taunts continued for days, never seeming to run out of steam even when the material repeated or got so weak that they were just shouting nonsense at him.
Kurt surprisingly had little trouble ignoring it. He was far too busy trying not to black out in class, in the corridors, in the cafeteria. There was hardly a warning when the supposed 'memories' hit and Kurt was struck dumb by them each and every time, especially with their increased frequency.
He was a shell of a person while he relived things in his own head.
Even Brittany began to notice something was up and she and Santana had begun to sit near him in Glee. Ever since their more than successful duet, Santana had been a tolerable presence to be around and Kurt had to admit that he enjoyed, on some level, the smug looks she kept throwing Rachel. The girl who had been background noise for once.
The continued dark spot in his school life was always going to be Karofsky though.
Kurt didn't like to admit that he was terrified of the big bully, but he was. Especially after what he had done to him. It felt so much more personal coming from this particular jock than the others. It was Dave who instigated it all. Dave who had the vendetta. Dave who would go to great lengths to make sure he felt worthless daily.
The teen returned home after every day exhausted from the strain only to feel the constant pressure of eyes on the back of his neck. He knew who it was. Knew that he wouldn't leave either and Kurt tore between confronting and ignoring the presence. The only place he was able to escape was school or his dad's garage, other than that Kurt constantly felt like he was being stalked.
Stalked by a handsome vampire that had declared himself in love with Kurt.
Vampire.
He still hadn't gotten quite used to the notion. How many others were there? What could they do? It was obvious that the myths and popular culture about them was complete fiction seeing as these got about in the sunlight just fine and all. So among the B rated script that was now his life, he had been researching all things supernatural like mad occasionally gazing out into the darkness outside his house for a tangible glimpse of Blaine. He found he missed the real him.
This routine continued for around two weeks…until one day it stopped. Blaine didn't show up Friday.
It was very early Saturday morning that Kurt heard a tapping at his window and since he was only dozing fitfully he was awake and upright in seconds. Heart in his throat he tip-toed over to the curtain and peeked through, stumbling back a little with a muffled squeak when he saw a pair of anxious brown eyes staring back at him.
That wasn't who he had been expecting.
Of all the people to come calling at 4 in the morning, the hard-faced Asian boy wasn't the one he would have pictured. And that's what drove him to yank the curtains apart and open the window. Something had to be wrong.
The vampire was all easy, flowing grace as he hopped inside from the trellis. His nondescript black jeans, black tee and jacket combo did nothing to disguise bulging muscles and definitions. Thinking on it, all of the Warblers he could remember all shared the same type of build and muscle tone, baring Jeff who was all that was slim and leggy and Blaine, who looked toned but not anywhere near what he had him pictured him like in his head.
Why was that, when every other thing was the same?
Feeling more than a little intimidated by the size and power coming off the creature in front of him, Kurt took a hesitant step back.
Maybe letting a vampire into your room wasn't the best idea you've ever had Kurt.
"Kurt. We need you're help," it was full of urgency.
This stopped his fretting and simple panic set in. "What's happened?" He had a sneaking suspicion he already knew.
"It's Blaine."
Every story has a turning point right? (:
I hope you can all see that progress is being made, slowly but surely for out favourite guys! Next chapter is one i've been looking forward to writing from the very origins of this. One of the original ideas (:
Plus, we'll see Blaine's side of the last two weeks a little. From Kurt's POV it's difficult to write much of anything seeing as he doesnt see Blaine at all (hence the skip) but the other way round fills in the gaps this chapter leaves somewhat.
The next update should be around the weekend. I'd like to say Friday if all goes well, but we'll put a holding date on Sunday just in case work gets in the way (:
Please, please, please review and let me know what you think (: (: (:
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