I am so sorry for the long delay in continuing this story. So much crap has happened it would take an entire chapter of author notes just to convey it. This will probably be a short chapter, but I'm hoping to get back into the swing of things. I've missed you all!
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Last time on "Love Me Not":
"They are, typically. I don't think Kurt is a 'by the book' siren. I don't know if there is an exact word for him, but everything you are experiencing is very similar to the siren. The way the siren would be able to enchant men with her voice because she knew how to use that voice. Our voices are nothing but sound waves. Sirens were able to control the sound waves so only certain ones were used. For some reason, those waves were the ones that connected with the men," Moira said. "Think of it like pheromones. Certain people are attracted to certain pheromones. The siren was able to control which sound wave would attract the males. Kurt, I think you need to get to the point where you can recognize which sound waves you are using and alter your voice. In that way, you can control the way people react to you."
Kurt paused for a moment, taking it all in.
"I take it that's where you come in?" Blaine asked, rubbing Kurt's hands in his own.
"Yes. I can put Kurt under a light hypnosis and teach him how to literally see the sound waves and how it feels in his throat. When he learns how to control his voice, he won't sound different, per se, but the way people react will be different. It should be relatively easy as long as Kurt works at it. Otherwise, things will continue as they are now," Moira said, looking at Kurt with sympathy.
Later…
"I love you, Kurt Hummel," he murmured over Kurt's lips.
"I love you, Blaine Anderson," Kurt replied sleepily. "I am so glad you were my first. That was the most amazing experience of my life."
"For me as well," Blaine said.
He wanted Kurt to be able to sleep comfortably, so he got a warm, wet cloth from the bathroom and gently cleaned Kurt from top to bottom. Then he covered him with the comforter. He quickly cleaned himself up and joined Kurt in the bed, pulling his body close.
"Sleep, my love," Blaine whispered.
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Dear Journal,
You would not believe the day and night I had! I found out I have something almost non-human going on inside me and I am no longer a virgin…. And I'm in love! It came out almost accidentally that Blaine loves me and I was able to admit to him that I feel the same. It's because he loved me before my throat surgery that he was unaffected by the 'siren' aspect of my voice.
Right now, my boyfriend (boyfriend! I'm still reeling!) is off getting breakfast for us before class. He insisted that I stay in bed and rest because I'm a bit sore from last night. Oh journal, when I've thought in the past about what my first time would be like, I never, ever was able to imagine what I experienced last night. Blaine was so gentle, so loving, and so damn sexy! I saw him naked and I just about fainted, his body is perfection. And journal (I'm writing this in a whisper, so hush!), Blaine is huge! Who knew he was hiding that in those colorful pants he wears. It did hurt at first, but the pleasure was so strong that every little twinge and burn was well worth it. I can't wait to do it again.
Moira and Ahmet worked a miracle through hypnosis and I'm literally seeing the world in a new light. I've been talking and practicing seeing the colors of my words. The violet streams are easier and easier to recognize and I'm able to prevent it from coming out instead of having to correct it after it's already coming out.
Blaine wants me to audition for Extreme again and I'm considering it. It would be the ultimate test of control. We'll see how I get through today and maybe I can audition tomorrow. Journal, my entire life has changed due to a freaking cyst on my vocal cords. I sound like a girl, I can attract men with a whisper, and something in me is not quite human. Half the time it all scares me to death, but honestly? I'm thrilled that something in my life is extraordinary. Maybe that something is me.
Goals for today:
-Start no sex riots
-Re: sex riots, control my voice so no violet escapes
-Learn everything I can about my boyfriend, Blaine
-Research sirens and maybe try to figure out why the hell this is happening to me, though I'm beginning to not mind it.
-Make love with Blaine again.
-Maybe even twice!
K.E.H.
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"Hey Kurt, coffee and food," Blaine called, coming through the door balancing a bag and cup tray.
"Oh, thank you, Blaine," Kurt said, hurriedly going over to relieve him of the cups and shutting the door.
They sat on Kurt's bed; Kurt a little gingerly. He was a bit achy, but inside he thrilled at each sensation, loving the fact that Blaine had made love to him, that he loved him.
"How are you feeling?" Blaine asked quietly as they shared a giant muffin.
Kurt's cheeks burned. "I'm good, thank you. About last night," he said.
Blaine froze and looked at him with wide eyes filled with worry.
Kurt hadn't noticed and continued on before he lost his courage. "It was everything I could have ever dreamed of. You were wonderful and I just want to say thank you for making my first time something I will remember for the rest of my life," he said, finishing in a whisper.
Blaine visibly relaxed and grinned from ear to ear. He moved their food onto the night stand and gently pushed Kurt back onto the pillows. He leaned over him and softly kissed his boyfriends full lips, loving the taste of him, sweetened by the muffin and coffee.
"Kurt, you were perfection last night. I had no idea that such pleasure could even exist. You are the most beautiful, sexy, desirable man I have ever known. The thought of being able to touch you again, of the gift of being able to be with you again, makes me the happiest man alive," Blaine whispered, running his fingers over Kurt's face, through his hair, his voice soft but full of emotion.
"Well, Blaine Anderson, you have also made me the happiest man alive. And this gift you speak of," Kurt said with a twinkle in his eyes. "You can open it and partake whenever you so desire."
Blaine stared into his eyes, his own golden eyes darkening with need. He leaned down and softly brushed their lips together, wringing a deep moan out of Kurt. "You can be assured that I will partake, and soon. Right now, unfortunately, it is time to get ready for class."
Kurt whined loudly and then stopped abruptly when he realized the violet streams were coming from his mouth. He concentrated and grounded himself to gain control. "That truly sucks. But since I don't mind going to class with a hard on, please continue to kiss me."
Blaine grinned and leaned down.
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Kurt did end up going to his first class with a hard on and was thankful he'd chosen an extra long sweater. Each class was a test for him. He would concentrate before speaking to anyone, but made sure to talk in every class to at least one or two people. He had to try, had to perfect the control he was gaining. At one point, someone made a sudden joke and Kurt burst out in laughter, but had to cut it off in a fake cough because he saw a violet stream begin to leave his mouth. That was a close call.
By the time classes were over, he felt like he was well in control over his siren nature. Now it was time to learn more. While Blaine was in Velocity rehearsal, Kurt wandered through the campus library, gathering several books on mythological creatures before opening his laptop and consulting Wikipedia.
After reading the website and sorting through the books for over an hour, Kurt stopped and rubbed at his temples. He had learned nothing new. Sirens were always women and for the most part, lived in the sea. Their siren song would attract men and the sirens would then kill them, mostly by drowning. They had so many different names, it boggled the mind. They didn't exist in modern day, there were no current stories of incidents with sailors and sirens. No odd tales of children or males born with siren capabilities.
Kurt realized he was a freak of nature.
Kurt texted Blaine, hoping he was out of practice.
Kurt: Are you done yet?
Blaine: Almost. What are you doing?
Kurt: Studying up on sirens and realize there's a whole lotta nothing out there as far as info. I'm a freak of nature.
Blaine: Yeah, but you're MY freak of nature. 3
Kurt: Meet me in my room after practice and we'll see how much of a freak I really am. :D
Blaine: O.O I'm on my way…
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I know this was super short, but I haven't written in a while and just wanted to get back into the hang of things. If folks aren't interested in this story anymore, let me know. I have another Klaine story idea that I'm going to start after this is over. Love to all of you who've stuck around. Thank you!
