Author's Note: Well I'm starting this chapter right after I got my other one out because I was so slow with six. Again I'm sorry for that, I got lazy but hopefully that won't happen again! Now here we go on another chapter of BML.
Chapter Seven
Kurt was pleased with his life here at what he learned was McKinley High School. It was a dull life, not a lot happened but these people were used to boredom. Kurt however was going to have to get used to it. Kurt was even given his own bedroom, he was happy with that but annoyed by how it looked. The room was black, it was abysmal, it was terrifying, it reminded him of Tina's room. Not that he had a problem with Tina's room it just wasn't what he wanted to sleep in. Nights were only a reminder of how painfully alone he was now that Noah was locked up.
Kurt would lie awake in his queen size bed tossing and turning trying to get comfortable but never truly finding it till the late hours of the night. He still managed to always be the first one awake though, his room being the last on the hallway of bedrooms. Most of the people here shared a room, Finn and Rachel, Tina and Artie, and then Brittany and Santana. The only people who didn't at this point were Quinn and Mercedes, oh and him. Though he knew if given a choice Kurt would've shared his room with Noah. Another problem he had with his room was the floor; it was hard tile, ugly speckled cheap tile. He searched the building looking for anything to cover it up and eventually found a nearly clean white rug to set down.
He was readily accepted by only two of six of the original members here, Tina and Artie. They embraced him with open arms and smiles speaking of how they missed him. He was glad that he had two friends in this place. It was longer to convince Rachel, Finn, Santana and Brittany, though Brittany believed him from the beginning it was Santana he needed to convince. The only two people he still hadn't convinced were Quinn and Mercedes. He didn't know what Mercedes' problem was but Quinn's was the fact he was in the same room as her boyfriend when he was killed. He had made several attempts at speaking to the blonde about her problems but each time she just walked away leaving him alone.
Kurt sighed and pushed the door open to the cafeteria, it was the only renovated room in the whole school. The only place the Gleeks as they seemed to be called changed. The flooring was cherry wood and the walls were painted a deep forest green. Kurt personally didn't care for the painting and floor together but it could've been worse he supposed. The walls were bare and there were some board games all stalked in a corner of the room. In the middle of the room though there was a large table that could've fit five times the current group members. He sighed and went into the other end of the room, the kitchen.
It was always filled up but you have to serve yourself not that Kurt had a problem with that he seemed to have innate ability to cook. He pulled out some supplies and got to work on something simple a grilled cheese sandwich. He didn't take him more than five minutes to have it finished and he was seated at the end of the table. It was then that Mercedes walked into the room and glared at him, he just looked away. He didn't want to give the black woman any more 'cause to hate him. He watched from the corner of his eye as she made her food but was shocked when she chose the seat across from him. Kurt took to staring at his sandwich rather than at her, he felt his heart pounding in his chest waiting for something to happen.
He ate slowly finding that his food now tasted like ash in his mouth now that he was under the woman's obvious glare. She didn't say anything but he could hear the sounds of food being pushed around on a plate though no sounds of chewing. She was just glaring at him this was her opportunity to do so, that angered Kurt deeply. He sat up straight and looked her dead in her eyes glaring back just as fiercely.
"Look I did nothing to you ever! I'm not lying about who I am and if you can't accept that then that's fine but don't be a bitch about it." He said before grabbing his plate with the half eaten sandwich and walking away from the girl. She said nothing as he left the room, he figured she was in shock or something but he couldn't find it in him to really care. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his black skinny jeans and made his way to the gym. He didn't know why he went there but he felt that there might be something other than hatred there. He pushed the double doors open and found Tina and Artie sitting together in a very passionate kiss.
He was of course deeply happy for them, but he found that it just felt like a knife was shoved in his heart and twisted. He was glad when they didn't notice that he there and he quietly slipped back out of the room. He smiled to himself; even if his heart was bleeding he was happy for his friends always. That was when his thoughts drifted to Noah; he turned around and started to walk to the cells. He was glad that he was able to talk to him all the time; he visited him at least twice a day. He was always happier after he talked to the other man; he always had something nice to say to him. He knew about what was coming though but he always fought to keep that at the back of his mind.
He didn't want to think about how Puck was going to become a blood thirsty beast. He was glad he didn't know when that day was going to come so he was able to ignore it a lot easier that way. It had been about a week since his first day here and Kurt kept Noah well informed. He even had a chair dragged out here by Finn so that he could sit in front of Noah while he spoke. He turned around the corner and came to the only decrepit part of the building.
"Good morning Noah." Kurt spoke softly as he came to stand in front of Noah's cell door. Noah shifted on his place on the floor and sat up smiling up at Kurt.
"Hey there, how are ya'?" He said moving to sit cross legged at the door staring into Kurt's blue eyes.
"I'm fine… though I snapped at Mercedes today." He said feeling ashamed now that it had happened. In essence he knew why the other was mad, she thought she lost her best friend so long ago and just now he's back in her life. If that happened to Kurt he would've been livid to.
"Aw my baby boy is growin' up make Daddy proud." Noah teased and Kurt blushed through his glare at the other male.
"Shut up."
"Great come back babe." Kurt huffed and crossed his arms sitting down in the chair so he was eye level with Noah. They didn't say anything to each other just stared at each other. Kurt really didn't have anything else to talk about so they didn't.
"Tell me about my dad again." Kurt said quietly staring at Noah and the other looked away almost unable to look at him.
"Why do you want to hear about him so much?" Kurt just gave him that 'are-you-seriously-asking-me-that' look. Noah just chuckled and looked at Kurt. "He was terrifying at least to me he was, he was strong though and caring. You were his whole world and then some; you probably filled the hole that was left after his wife died." Kurt just nodded along showing that he was still listening. "Please don't make me tell this again I've told this story at least ten times now."
"Noah pull your head out of your ass and finish the damn story." He laughed loudly and Kurt just crossed his arms waiting for Noah to continue.
"He always took care of you and…" Noah froze and seemed to stare through Kurt. Kurt cocked his head to the side and stared into his un-seeing eyes.
"Puck I don't like this joke you know that." Kurt said Noah doing this several times before today. Kurt stood up and looked down at him expecting Puck to look up at him and grin. When that didn't happen Kurt sat on his heels and looked Noah who was now staring at the tile like it was the most interesting thing in the world. "Noah…?"
He said concern laced in his voice, Puck looked up at him, his eyes rimmed red.
"Kurt, back away from me before…" He never finished his sentence before he growled sending Kurt staggering backwards. His back was flush against the wall as he stared at Noah. His body hunched over and he started to dry heave, Kurt took off running.
"Help! Something is wrong with Noah!" He screamed running into the gym finding Tina and Artie still there.
"What's wrong Kurt?" Artie stood with Tina running up to him; they both caught him so he wouldn't plow through them.
"H-he started to like dry heave and his eyes." He couldn't finish burying his face in Tina's shoulder. They led him back to the cell and Kurt looked up when he saw a feral growl that belongs to Noah. "What happened to him, make him better!" He screamed walking forward to the cage, Noah's hands outstretched towards him.
"Kurt stay back! He's not himself!" Tina grabbed him and brought him back when Noah lunged forward the door barely holding him back it seemed.
"Noah!" Kurt cried out but didn't make a move forward at that point. His eyes linked with blood red ones and they stared at him hungrily, he was food now, not Kurt. Kurt pulled away from Tina and leaned against the wall opposite the door. Neither of the two said anything as they walked away leaving him alone. Kurt stared at Noah his eyes never leaving the others. Kurt didn't say anything as he sat there for hours while the sun sank over the horizon leaving only glowing red eyes. At that point Kurt lifted himself up and walked away from the other he couldn't really stand to see him like that.
He heard the growling following him as he walked away followed by a scream of desperation. Kurt was the only one with blood that he could drink. He shivered as he walked back to his room slowly. He walked past the cafeteria and found Mercedes still there, he stopped in the doorway and his eyes met hers. Her gaze was full of sympathy, she had already heard about Noah. He sighed and turned away continuing on his way to his bedroom. He walked down the hall and saw a few lights on still.
Quinn's light was on and so was Finn and Rachel's. He sighed and walked past the pools of light and into his own dark room. He pulled off his shoes but not his clothes and slipped into the bed. He pulled the sheets up around his neck and buried his face in the pillows. He stared to cry softly his tears staining the pillow as he laid there, he didn't know what he was going to do. He wanted Noah back, the man in the cell was not Noah, he just looked like him. He shook with his tears and the effort to keep them from his eyes.
He failed crying the whole night for the man who saved him, he tried to save him in return but now look where that got him. He guessed it was better than being dead, or hoped it was. He would never know the feeling of that hunger that was displayed in Noah's eyes. He would never forget the feel of those eyes on his skin either, the way they raked up and down his body lingering on his neck. He shivered again at the thought and buried himself deeper into his bed. He sighed deeply trying to embrace the comfort of sleep, even if the sun was now rising above the sky. It shone directly into his eye and he sighed, he didn't want to get up, or out of bed.
So he didn't he laid there staring into his sheets trying to forget the look in the others eyes. He didn't even notice when someone knocked on his door. He ignored the extra ray of light that came into his room but looked up when his bed shifted with extra weight. Tina was sitting on the bed next to him a sad look in her eye and Artie leaned on the door frame. Kurt stared at them both waiting for someone to say something, he sniffled and Tina handed him a tissue which he daintily dabbed at his face and nose. They all continued to remain silent except for Kurt's occasional sniffle; they offered their support in their silence. Kurt drew from the strength and when he felt better he stood up still in yesterdays clothes.
They smiled and left the room leaving him to change; he barely looked at the items of clothing in his closet before picking. He was lucky that he had such an innate ability to look good otherwise he could've been dressed horridly. He sighed grabbing the comb he kept on his bedside and ran it through his long hair. After all the knots were gone and his hair shined he stood and left finding Artie and Tina waiting for him.
"Thank you, both of you." He said and they smiled and led the way to the cafeteria. Finn and Mercedes were playing a board game while Brittany was cooking; Rachel, Quinn and Santana were not in the room. When he entered Mercedes looked up at him and quickly looked back down not even bothering to glare at him. He sighed and the three made their way to Brittany who was humming to herself. Her blonde hair was pulled up in a pony tail her face staring blankly at the pot of noodles in front of her.
"Hey Brittany, having some trouble?" Artie said coming up to her first and looking at the pot with her.
"The noodles aren't cooking Artie… it's confusing." She said solemnly and Artie just looked away covering his mouth. He didn't want his laugh to escape from his mouth. When he had regained control of himself, Brittany not noticing a thing, he went to help her.
"Ok well Brit you need to pour water into the pan and turn the stove on like this." Artie took the pan with Brittany watching in extreme interest as he poured some water into it and then turned the over on. Kurt and Tina were giggling throughout the whole show. Soon enough the water started to bubble and the noodles became spineless and floppy. They all took a seat at the table next to Finn and Mercedes, Kurt sitting next to Finn and Tina to Mercedes, after Brittany finished her pasta. She sat and ate happily and quietly glancing from person to person ignorant to the tension in the air.
"Hey Brit where is Rachel?" Mercedes asked the girl who finished her mouthful of noodle before speaking.
"She and Quinn are in the Choir Room talking I don't know about what they told me I wasn't supposed to know."
"What about Santana?"
"She's in the cells talking to Puck since Kurt was hiding from him." She said and smiled the room going silent again, Kurt felt low again. Of course someone would need to keep him company and Santana had been the one to do it. He sighed and stood up and nodded to Tina and Artie making his way to the cells. His shoes tapped against the tile as he turned down to the same decrepit tunnel he hated.
"About time you showed up Hummel, I've been waiting." Kurt found the Latina leaning on the door her arms through the bars.
"Isn't he going to bite you?" Kurt knew vampire blood was poisonous to other vampires but still blood was blood right?
"Not if he knows what's good for him." She answered giving him a hard glare. Kurt came to stand behind Santana looking into the room where Noah was kept. He sat in the dark corner of the room his eyes blood red and watching him. He could hear low little grunts and growls from him and sighed sadly. He sat against the wall Santana still leaning into the room.
"Will he ever be himself again?" He asked quietly not even sure if the other heard him.
"Maybe, he needs blood though, and so far it looks like no one is willing to let him." She said in response her voice biting she turned to stare at him her brown eyes boring into him. "Why do you care, you of all people Hummel after everything he did." Kurt didn't actually remember what he did but he knew that he had made up for it all by saving his life.
"He saved my life, so I'm going to stick up for him too." He said staring her back in the eye before she snorted and glared.
"Bullshit, you're too prissy for that there's another reason." Kurt stayed silent not bothering to reply to her, which was his reason… wasn't it? "You love him don't you?" His head snapped up and glared holes into her brown ones.
"No of course not, he saved me that's all!" He said trying to assure her but even to his ears it sounded weak. He cocked his head to the side looking at the man in the cell. Had he fallen in love with him? He searched his heart and found that he definitely had a strong attraction to him but that was because of his physical appeal. But her question opened up another outlook, did he love him more than just physically. Of course not, and even if he did Noah would never love him back.
"Hello Earth to Hummel? You don't need to bother with your bullshit I see you like him. So get the fuck over it and just admit it damn." The Latina just stared him down like he was piece of meat, it was unnerving.
"How do you even know Noah? I get that we all had a life in the past but what was yours with him." It took a moment before Santana replied to him, he didn't know whether that was bad or not.
"Puck and I… had a special relationship, not love, far from it, but we had a mutual need and we stated that need for each other." Kurt's eyebrows shot up when she answered him like that; it was like she was beating around the bush. But before he could further question her a voice came across the speakers.
"Kurt, Santana we need you both in the choir room now!" Rachel's voice yelled over the intercom leaving them both to move their asses. Kurt sighed and walked with Santana next to him, they didn't say anything tension in the air. He didn't like the Latina, and she didn't like him, they were fire and ice and that never mixed well. They gave each other distance ignoring the other till they walked into the choir room. Everyone was assembled and they each took their respective seats, Kurt's being next to Mercedes. They didn't look at each other but ignored the other, Kurt was used to it.
"Ok now that everyone is here, Kurt, Mercedes, Quinn and myself are going to go out on a mission to gain some much needed blood supply." Finn said taking Rachel's place on the stand where she sat looking at him.
"Wait why am I going? I'm not very useful." Kurt spoke up looking at Finn and Rachel.
"Because we need you to help move the packages quickly when it's time."
"You mean the people that you will be feeding off of?" Kurt said harshly and Finn turned away from his gaze but nodded solemnly. Kurt sighed and crossed his arms his legs still crossed gracefully; he would do it because he owed Noah for saving him. This was just another step into repaying and maybe there would be one for him in it. "Fine I'll help you." He said and Finn and Rachel just exchanged glances, he wondered what those glances said, they seemed to communicate through each look. He waited for them to continue but it seemed like the meeting was over.
As he was walking past Finn the taller male grabbed his bicep and led him to the gym.
"What are you doing?" He said in shock and slight anger at being handled like this.
"You're going to want a weapon to protect yourself dude, otherwise you're a little screwed."
"Don't ever call me dude I have a name!" Kurt replied anger dripping form his voice. "And you can let me go!" He added as an afterthought and Finn let him go while Kurt followed. They reached the locker rooms and in the back was a stockpile of weapons.
"I can't give you a gun because we're saving those for when it really counts but anything else you can probably take." Kurt stepped forward and started to inspect a few weapons lying here and there. Kurt pulled out some knives and tucked one into each of his boots and for the finishing touch he grabbed a large rod. It was wooden and very sturdy; Kurt liked the pretty red wood as well it matched his outfit.
"How does all of this stay so… new, none of it shows any age or anything?" Kurt asked in curiosity turning to look at Finn who was grabbing a few weapons himself.
"Artie, his power is to reverse time, he can only do it on items so no we can't go back to stop us from making mistakes. But he can make anything young or new again. It's pretty helpful for renovations in this place because when we came here he brought it back up to speed and so on." Kurt just nodded his understanding and walked out of the room with his big stick. He giggled a little at the name and then pushed it out of his mind. He heard Finn following behind him and watched as Quinn entered the room.
"Let's go wait up at the entrance, they'll be here soon." Finn said and Kurt nodded and they walked to the building's main door in silence. Finn leaned against the door and Kurt started to pace anxiously, he still didn't really see the point of him coming. Why not Santana? Or even Brittany? He was scared, what if he didn't come back, though he was assured that this was a simple mission. He just hoped nothing went wrong.
Kurt, and the others had been walking for hours, the sun had long since fallen over the sky shrouding the surrounding landscape in darkness. The road they were on was barren and had little plant life gracing its red rock features. The wind blew offering a cool breeze, it was calming but at the same time unnerving. Kurt couldn't help but get a bad feeling from this like something was going to go wrong. When he had spoken of his fears Mercedes ignored him, Quinn glared at him and Finn reassured him. He had long since given up on trying to change their minds and instead started to mentally prepare himself for the worst. Dust blew up in their faces and Kurt just closed his eyes continuing to walk even after he had a little taste of the arid land.
He sighed in annoyance when the sudden gust had blown over leaving him just red. The moon shone down brightly through the sparse clouds that lingered around. They were nearing a ridge which encouraged them all to speed up when they got to the overhang they got on their stomachs and looked over. There was a caravan and people lingering around it, guards. They pulled away from the scene silently and Kurt brushed himself off before following the others down a path towards the moving guards. They made no sound as they traversed the path luckily; Kurt had made a few close calls but nothing he couldn't handle. They all soon came to the bottom of the valley and Quinn and Kurt ran to the other side of the road the caravan making its way closer to their position.
Kurt felt so super spy, it was interesting feeling, so dangerous and powerful it made him shiver. Kurt now started to shiver for different reasons, what was he supposed to do? Jump out and hit a guard over the head with his oversized walking stick? Stand back and see if anyone needed help? He couldn't decide but he would have to do something soon. The caravan started to make itself known the lights illuminating small circles around it. His heart started to pound in his chest and his palms became sweaty, his breathing elevated.
Kurt sucked in a final breath before the caravan made its way past them a little it was when the middle of it the weakest part of it that Finn yelled out.
"Now!" With that all four of them jumped out and Kurt swung his staff at the nearest guard knocking him across the jaw. He only stared when the guard crumpled to the ground his head twisted around his neck. Kurt looked away in time to notice another man charging him. Kurt started to panic slightly and gripped his weapon a little more tightly before attacking him as well. The man was as large as Noah and encased in metal armor. The two men circled each other after the initial charge looking for a weak spot.
The other was the first to find a crack in Kurt's armor; he lunged forward and knocked Kurt off balance. Kurt recovered gracefully and brought his staff back and a sickening crack across the man's head. He like the other crumpled against the ground leaving a pool of blood to run from the wound. He sighed and listened for other sounds, people still fighting he heard none. He walked around and found Mercedes inspecting some of her kill making sure they were dead. They stood near each other in peaceful silence 'till Quinn and Finn joined them. They all looked at the wagon that was carrying the humans inside.
Finn and Mercedes approached the opening of the wagon and peered inside seeing how many there were. It was dim in the little room on wheels, but they counted four people, enough for now. Kurt and Quinn were standing to the side glaring holes into each other's heads when it happened. Mercedes let out a scream and clutched her chest and Finn jumped back. Kurt whirled around terrified and saw the blade protruding from the middle of her chest. Blood started to leak down as he fell to the ground, and out from the wagon came a man. He was large and he was black, he was wearing a hooded robe which he pulled the hood down.
His face had light black stubble and his black eyes glared manically at the remaining three.
"Well, look what we have here if it isn't Karofsky's little bitch, Kurt." Kurt snarled at the black male and he just laughed. "Don't you remember me, your favorite buddy Amizio! I missed you didn't you know, you fucking fag." He sneered at Kurt then turned his angered gaze to Quinn and Finn. He didn't bother with words and charged the both of them. Kurt ran to the side out of the fray and to Mercedes' side and kneeled next to her.
He grabbed some cloth from the wagon and started to tear it into strips.
"Just go, you can't save me." Mercedes glared up at him her mouth turned down in a pained frown. Kurt just ignored her and worked on stopping the bleeding around the wound. He didn't know what he was doing just fighting to keep her alive. "Kurt! Go, it's too late for me!"
"No it's not damn it!" Kurt screamed back at her tears in his eyes, he didn't know why it affected him so much that this woman was dying she was only mean to him. But now that he saw her blood flowing from her body he couldn't help but feel useless because he couldn't save her. "This is gonna hurt." He said in warning and grabbed the hilt of the knife and pulled it out in one sharp motion. She gave another cry and blood started to flow from the wound. "Bad, bad, bad."
Kurt started to chant the words like a mantra as the blood started to flow faster than he could stem it.
"Stay with me Mercedes. This isn't over till I say it is damn it!" He yelled at the girl whose eyes started to flutter closed, Kurt hit her dead in the chest and her eyes popped open. "You're not leaving me!" He cried out and used his own hands to cover the hole in her chest.
"I'm sorry Kurt… that I didn't take the chance to get my… friend back." She said coughing up some blood and Kurt just started to cry not letting go of the wound in her chest. Then warmth started to flow through Kurt, through his hands into Mercedes. It started out small, a white light that blanketed the bleeding cut and finished with a brilliant glow. Kurt was in shock as he watched the wound close before his eyes, his mouth gaping wide. Soon the warmth faded and so did the light when Kurt pulled his hands back all that was left was a scar and blood. It was done, he had done it, somehow he had fixed her, he looked at her and saw the shocked look in her eyes.
"Quinn go help Kurt and Mercedes!" He looked up as Finn yelled at Quinn. He had almost forgotten that they were still in a fight. Amizio had no cuts or bruises on his face but Finn and Quinn were decorated in them. Quinn instantly detached from the fight and ran to them.
"Come on, come on take her arm!" Quinn yelled at him fear in her eyes. Kurt took Mercedes' left arm while Quinn took the right and they started to drag her away.
"What about Finn?" Kurt yelled at Quinn and looked behind him to see Finn and Amizio still locked in battle.
"He'll be ok trust me we just need to get out of here!" With that note Quinn and Kurt quickly ran from the battle, leaving Finn.
Author's Note: Oh a cliffhanger, did Finn make it or not. Hmm, decisions, decisions. Anyway review for me my lovely crack bunnies!
