Title: Caligo Nox Noctis
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: R overall
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt overall; some minor Blaine/Kurt
Chapter: 11/?
Word Count: 2816
Spoilers: Let's say everything to be safe :)
Summary/Warnings: (Vampire!Kurt, so completely AU) The good news about all of this is that there's a cure. The bad news, of course, is what the cure actually is.
Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own these characters, no matter how sad that makes me. I do, however, promise to return them when I'm done with them. :)
Caligo Nox Noctis
Chapter Eleven
"Hey."
"You've got about five minutes before the sun sets," Kurt says quietly, a darker shape in the half-shadows of the room, and Finn cautiously enters the basement and flicks on the light, causing Kurt to hiss and cower away from it.
"Sorry. Brought you some blood. Y'know, just in case you get a craving? It's been almost two weeks," he adds, and Kurt finally looks at him, pale and dishevelled and with a hint of red creeping into his eyes. "Your eyes are like, three colors right now, dude. It's freaky."
"I feel sick," Kurt admits, flopping on his bed. The last week has been stressful for all of them even though Derek's never shown his face again, and Finn knows Kurt's been stressing about the moon for a while now.
"Here," Finn sets the glass of blood down on the bedside table and reaches to put a hand on Kurt's back, resting it there for a moment before stepping away. "I'll be upstairs. Come get me if you need me, okay?"
"No," Kurt shakes his head. "Don't come down here until the sun rises. There's…no telling what I'll do to you," he looks up again, shadows falling across his face and his eyes are almost fully red now. "Just…can I get a kiss?"
"Um, yeah," Finn bends over to kiss him quickly, pulling himself away when it seems Kurt's going to latch onto him. They haven't really done anything since last week past kissing and such, but Finn's definitely gotten more comfortable with that. "Good luck, dude."
"Thanks. I'll miss you tonight," Kurt admits, and Finn nods before backing away and heading up the stairs, closing the door firmly behind him as he heads into the living room. By some marvellous chance Burt's away for the night, helping a family friend in Columbus with a couple of vehicles, so they don't need to make up excuses as to why Kurt can't leave his room.
He flops on the couch beside his mom, leaning into her when she puts an arm around him and pats his shoulder. "He'll be fine, honey."
"I know. It just kills me that I can't be there for him," Finn sighs and his mom turns the television on and flips the channels until they're watching a Blue Jackets game.
He keeps listening for sounds from the basement but hears nothing, and by the time he goes to bed he's far too wired to sleep.
He doesn't think any of them get any sleep that night.
000
"Kurt?" he opens the door the next morning (his mom had told him that there was no way either of them were going to school because she knew Finn had been up all night worrying) and heads down the stairs, almost surprised to see Kurt still curled up on his bed and the basement not completely destroyed.
The glass of blood is empty and Kurt looks even paler and sicker than usual, but other than that he seems to be fine.
Finn debates for a moment before sliding into bed behind him, manoeuvring them until they're spooning comfortably, and tries to get a little sleep.
Somehow it becomes much easier once he knows Kurt's safe in his arms.
000
"Finn?"
"Yeah?" Finn opens his eyes, half-asleep still, and finds Kurt looking at him cautiously. "What is it?"
"How long have you been there?"
"Dunno. Nine, maybe?" Finn shrugs. He's not sure when he finally decided to give up on sleeping in his own bed and check the basement.
"Shouldn't you be in school?"
"Dude, you think Mom and I slept at all last night?" Finn snorts. "She's called us both in. We're cool."
"Oh. Okay, then," Kurt nods, still looking a little ill, and Finn strokes his hair gently.
"So what happened last night?"
Kurt's silent for a moment before he starts explaining, his voice quiet and a little shaky. "Once the sun set, I could…I could feel the vampire lurking, just waiting for me to slip up and let him take over, and…I drank the blood and it helped, but all night it was like I was fighting him in my mind for control. I couldn't sleep; I couldn't move…I couldn't do anything until the sun came up. It was…"
"Hey," Finn hugs him tighter, kissing his forehead. "Hey, it's alright. I'm just happy you're okay."
"I was scared," Kurt admits. "I was so scared I'd hurt you and Carole, somehow, and…"
"You didn't, man. It's fine," Finn rubs the smaller boy's back and holds him as firmly as he can. "And now at least you know you can beat this thing, right?"
"Yeah," Kurt gives him a timid smile before going boneless on him, pliant and comfortable in his arms, and Finn laughs and kisses his head again.
"Subject change?"
"Oh, please."
"Cool. Um, so I've been thinking about this a lot since we…you know, last week, and I was wondering, because I'm scared to look on the Internet, but…gay sex? How does…how does it actually work?" he asks curiously, wrinkling his nose because for the life of him he just doesn't see how it can.
"We are not having this conversation," Kurt decides immediately.
"But dude, if we're ever going to…"
"We aren't. You'll never be ready for that," Kurt promises, sighing after a moment because Finn's made it his mission to put on his best pleading expression and keeps staring at him. "Okay. Do you know what…anal is?"
"Um."
"Text Puck."
"He's in school!"
"Finn, it's Puck."
"…Good point," Finn wriggles enough to dig his phone out of his pocket and shoots off a quick text, blinking when the response comes back within seconds (along with, of course, the required teasing for asking the question in the first place). "Oh, that's gross, dude. You can do this with a chick?"
"You can, yes, but since men don't have vaginas, that's about our only option," Kurt mutters.
"So I have to stick my…up your…" Finn makes a face because…why?
"Yes, sweetie," Kurt pats his shoulder, and it's a little weird because Kurt's never called him that before but coming from Kurt it kinda works. "Do you remember, back at the beginning of sophomore year, when you told Puck and the other football players that your mother had to get her prostate removed?"
"Yeah, 'cause chicks totally don't have prostates, but…hang on, how did you find out about that?" Finn blinks, because he and Kurt really weren't friends then.
"Word travels fast at McKinley. Not important. Regardless, do you know what happens when you have to get a prostate exam?" he presses.
"Kinda. I know that the Doc has to, like, stick his finger up your butt or whatever, but…oh," Finn blinks. "I get it."
"Yes. Well, the principle is basically the same only not nearly so…clinical," Kurt shrugs. "And what you're sticking 'up your butt,' as you so eloquently described it, is much bigger than a finger. But the point is that stimulating the prostate is very…sexually gratifying. So I've heard," he adds with a sigh.
"You've never…"
"I've thought about it, but no," Kurt shakes his head. "Regardless, because what you're putting in is significantly bigger than what the width of the area would normally allow, and men unfortunately have no means of self-lubrication, preparation is very important. Oh, God, I sound like a pamphlet," Kurt groans.
"No, it's cool. I get it, anyway," Finn's still a little weirded out by the whole thing, but Kurt seems okay with it, and if they ever do get to that point it's not like Finn's going to get a cock up his butt. "So, you have to, what? Use your fingers first and then…"
"Yes. Exactly," Kurt looks relieved that he doesn't have to explain that part, at least.
"Okay. But, um, it's not exactly intimate, is it? I mean…"
"It's a flexible thing," Kurt shrugs. "Some guys prefer it from behind because apparently the sensations are more intense and it's easier to get a rhythm going, but…pardon me, I'm not trying to feel you up or anything," he warns before rolling so he's on top of Finn. "Pull your legs together," he instructs and Finn does so, gulping as Kurt basically straddles him and lowers himself until Finn's pelvis is pretty much pressed against his butt and their faces are only inches apart and…oh.
"Wow."
"Intimate enough for you?" Kurt asks with a wry grin as Finn leans up to kiss him, and yeah, this works pretty well.
"Yeah. I mean, I'm so not ready for this, but…it's nice to know," Finn nods, hands reaching down to hold Kurt's hips steady as he tilts his head up and kisses him again.
"Well, thank you for making the effort. It's, quite frankly, more than I expected," Kurt admits. "And I appreciate it."
"C'mere," Finn gets Kurt to move his legs so he's not straddling the taller boy anymore (that can't be comfortable, no matter how flexible Kurt is) and lets Kurt lie between his legs instead. "Go to sleep, okay?"
"Okay," Kurt agrees easily, yawning, and he snuggles against Finn and drops off almost instantly as Finn keeps stroking his hands through the shorter boy's hair and rubbing his back gently.
It's been a month, he thinks after a while. A month since he was told he had to fall in love with a guy, and despite everything, at this point he almost feels like he'll be able to do it.
He just hopes he can do it in time.
000
"You're fine, though?" Blaine asks cautiously, wondering whether or not Kurt's telling the truth or just trying to make him feel better.
"Yeah. Perfectly," Kurt assures him, although his voice sounds tired over the line and Blaine knows he's not back to normal just yet. "Finn's taking care of me. Well, he's sleeping right now, but he was taking care of me. And asking interesting questions," Kurt adds slyly, and Blaine has to know, now.
"About what?"
"The…ah…finer point of gay sex," Kurt chuckles.
"Oh, Good Lord. That went over well, did it?"
"He took it better than I expected, truth be told. And, well, the fact that he's asking is encouraging in a way," Kurt admits, letting out a long sigh.
"In a way," Blaine agrees, laying back on his bed and staring at the ceiling. "You'll be back come Monday, though?"
"Yeah, should be alright by then. I'm not injured, just tired," Kurt tells him honestly, and Blaine believes him on that one. "Still need to figure out how to tell my dad, though, especially…"
"Kurt?" Blaine asks, because it's not like his friend to just cut off in the middle of a thought.
"He's coming," Kurt's voice is pitched low and Blaine grips at the phone worriedly.
"Who…"
"Derek. To your room. He's…"
Kurt's cut off by a knock on the door and Blaine mouths a rather uncharacteristic curse because this is getting stranger and stranger. "Kurt? Kurt, he can't hurt you there. I'll call you when he leaves, okay?"
"…Yeah."
"Okay," Blaine slides the phone shut and gets to his feet, striding over to the door and opening it to reveal Derek, looking sheepish as usual.
"Hey, man; here's your notes," he passes them over and Blaine nods his thanks as Derek tries to surreptitiously look around him and examine the room. "Thanks again for letting me borrow them and I'm sorry it took me so long to get them back to you."
"No worries," Blaine assures him, stepping back a little to make sure and, yes, he's definitely checking the room out. "Is that all?"
"Um, yeah. Catch you later," Derek waves and smiles before jogging off down the hall, and Blaine closes the door, pulling his phone out a second later and dialling Kurt again.
"Was it him?"
"Of course it was," Blaine replies, setting the notes down on his desk. "I think at this point, if you can sense him coming from two hours away, we definitely know he's dangerous. And…I don't think him coming to my room today was a coincidence," he adds softly.
"You mean, because of the moon last night?" Kurt clarifies.
"Exactly. It's been almost a week since I gave him the notes, but he doesn't think to return them until today? And he kept trying to see inside the room like he thought I was hiding you here," Blaine adds.
"That makes sense. He probably knows how weak I'd be after last night so it wouldn't be strange if I was resting," Kurt admits, and Blaine knows that he's probably guessed right.
"But this is good, right? It means that he doesn't know you don't live on campus, so there's no way he can know you're from Lima," Blaine has to mention, knowing that at this point Kurt will probably take anything positive to heart.
"You're probably right," Kurt sighs. "And it has to stay that way."
"We'll try," Blaine nods. "But unless he follows you home, which is highly unlikely, he'll never know."
"Or unless he asks somebody," Kurt sighs. "After all, anyone in the Warblers will know, and anyone in my classes will at least know that I showed up in the middle of the semester."
"You always look on the bright side, don't you?" Blaine can't help but laugh because this is such a Kurt response that he really hadn't expected anything different.
"One of us has to stay realistic," Kurt's shrugging, he can tell, and he hears Finn mumble something and Kurt reply before he comes back on the line. "Anyway, I'll be there on Monday and we can discuss this some more."
"Right. See you then," Blaine sighs and slides his phone shut, hopping over to his computer and deciding to do as much research as he can about Derek Brown and his family.
He has a feeling he's not much going to like what he finds.
000
"So, I'm confused about one thing," Sam – and it would have to be Sam – says when the guys are all over at Artie's the next day for, of course, video games. "If you need Finn to survive, how's this other vampire been haunting the school for hundreds of years without a mate? Wouldn't he die?"
"Good point," Kurt admits, tucking his feet under himself as he perches on the sofa and watches the television disinterestedly. "But I suppose there are a lot of possibilities. It could be different vampires, or maybe because the original family was cursed they're doomed to survive even without their true loves, or…"
"Or maybe the descendants of that family all have vampiric tendencies even if they were never bitten directly and so the whole 'true-love' thing doesn't apply because they were never fully human to begin with!" Mike says triumphantly, and they all turn to look at him. "What? Tina's been brushing up on her vampire lore ever since Kurt was turned. I'm the one that gets to hear about it," he shrugs and goes back to playing against Artie.
"Regardless, we can't worry about the vampire. There's not much he can do to me now," Kurt sighs.
"He could always try and finish the job, couldn't he?" Artie asks hesitantly, and Kurt shakes his head.
"Not unless he catches me on a new moon night again. And since I have no intentions of ever staying at Dalton again during the new moon, I think I'm safe," he explains as Finn plops down on the couch beside him, Kurt gravitating toward him instantly and being rather grateful when Finn pulls him into his lap automatically, holding him steady even as he's still intently watching the game.
"Dudes, get a room," Puck sniffs.
"We have one," Kurt replies with a smirk. "Remember?"
"Did not need those images," Puck closes his eyes and shakes his head.
"We can always give you more," Kurt's still grinning rather evilly as he looks at Finn, willing him to go along with this, and Finn actually seems to get what he's going for and kisses him gently, causing Puck to sputter rather humorously. "Oh, get over it, Noah."
"For the record, I think the two of you are a very handsome couple," Sam mentions, directing a smile toward the two of them.
"Well, thank you, Sam," Kurt lets his forehead rest against Finn's and smiles at him before pulling away.
"Finny, stop snuggling with your boy and get over here," Puck points and Mike holds up the controller and smiles sheepishly. "I'm takin' you down!"
"In your dreams, Puckerman," Finn nudges Kurt's head and returns his smile before Kurt pulls away and curls up on the couch again, watching Finn go off to kill zombies.
They convince him to try after a while, and he's amazed to note that Finn is right.
Killing zombies is rather satisfying.
Notes:
1. The whole sex talk in this chapter was written before last week's episode, so that's where the discrepancies come in. Or else Kurt's just reciting everything he's read xP
2. It finally feels like spring here, so yay!
3. In conversations with my parents in the last little while, I've discovered that they both totally ship Finn/Kurt. I find this odd but also somewhat amusing xP