Hey guys! Just wanted to let you know that this is a long one and that I hope you enjoy!
Warnings: Smut, blood drinking
When Burt came back to his room with the help of nurse Carole, he noticed that his son's eyes were red rimmed and there were faint tear tracks on the teen's cheeks. He also saw the boy frantically flipping through and reading the large, leatherbound magic book his mother had passed down to him. He waited until Carole had helped him back into bed and left before he said anything to Kurt.
"Hey, kiddo. You doin' alright?" he asked.
Kurt's head whipped up like it was the first time he noticed that his dad was back in the room with him. He nodded his head quickly and tried to subtly wipe at his eyes. "Yeah," he said softly. "I'm fine. I-I think I'm gonna go home, though. It's almost dinner time, and I should get started on packing my things to come home," he murmured. He marked his page in the tome before standing and gathering his things.
Burt furrowed his eyebrows but said nothing about his son's sudden change of behavior and attitude. "Okay. Are you sure you're alright though? You know you can talk to me about anything, bud."
Kurt smiled softly and nodded his head. "I know. But this is nothing you need to worry about right now, dad. I'll tell you about it some other time," he said. He came over to Burt's bed and leaned down to press a kiss to the man's forehead. "I'll come by again tomorrow," he said.
Burt narrowed his eyes at his son. "Alright. I'll see you tomorrow then," he said.
Kurt waved silently and made his way to the door. Before he could leave, however, his father called out, "Hold on." Kurt turned around and looked at the man expectantly. "I don't know if I'll see him again before I get out of here, so you tell Blaine that I want him to come to family dinner night when I get out of this place," he said.
"Okay," Kurt said. "I will. Bye, dad." He waved again and left. On his way down to the ground floor, Kurt called a cab to come pick him up. He didn't want to call Blaine and interrupt his time with his friends, and he didn't think he'd be able to look at the man for long right then and not burst into tears again.
Kurt only had to wait a few minutes before the cab arrived at the hospital. He gave the driver Blaine's address but was silent for the rest of the ten minute drive, ignoring the man's attempts at making small talk. When the driver pulled up in front of Blaine's house, Kurt handed the man a wad of cash and got out of the car without waiting for his change.
Once he unlocked the door and stepped into the house, he took off his shoes and coat before immediately going to Blaine's room and laying down on the bed. He only allowed himself to lay there for a few minutes before he sat up and opened up his book to the page he left off on.
This was how Blaine found him nearly three hours later. Kurt was sitting against the headboard with the book in his lap, eyes scanning the pages rapidly, obviously intent on finding something and not just reading for enjoyment. Blaine furrowed his eyebrows at the sight. He knew that Kurt didn't need to look through the book for anything to help his dad since the man was already healed, so why did he look so worried as he looked through the book?
Blaine knocked on the door frame to announce his presence. Kurt's head whipped up, startled by the sudden noise. "Hey," Blaine smiled. He walked over to the bed and kissed his mate's cheek. "What's with the book?" he asked, nodding down at it.
Kurt opened his mouth to speak, but found himself at a loss for words. Of course he wanted to tell Blaine about what he'd realized, he needed to tell Blaine, but he just couldn't. "N-nothing," he said, closing the book and shoving it off his lap. "I just wanted to read through it again." Blaine didn't seem to believe him, but before he could question Kurt, the teen changed the subject. "How was your night?" he asked. "Did you have fun with the guys?"
Blaine nodded and began telling Kurt about his night, but Kurt could tell that he'd acknowledged the sudden subject change and wasn't going to drop it. Kurt barely listened to what Blaine was saying, instead thinking to himself about his dilemma. He needed to tell Blaine, but he had no idea how to bring it up. He couldn't just say, "Hey Blaine, I'm going to die one day and leave you all alone in the world. How was your night?"
Blaine seemed to notice that Kurt wasn't paying attention to him and asked, "Kurt? Sweetheart what's wrong?"
Kurt shook his head. "N-nothing's wrong with me," he said. "I'm fine."
"You're not fine," Blaine said, and sat down on the bed next to his mate. "Will you please tell me what's got you looking so upset?"
"I-" Kurt started. He sighed and shook his head, knowing that Blaine wouldn't let him not say anything. "I don't know how to say it," he whispered. Blaine furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
"Say what, my sweet boy? You know you can tell me anything," Blaine said before cupping Kurt's cheek gently. Kurt sighed and leaned into his touch.
"I-I know. It's just… hard to say, is all." Kurt breathed deeply before doing his best to explain what he'd realized earlier that day to his mate. "When I was at the hospital today, I was thinking about...about us, and our future together," he started.
Blaine's face fell, thinking the worst of what the teen had said. "Wait," he interrupted, "This isn't you breaking up with me, is it?" he asked.
Kurt's eyes grew wide as he shook his head. "No! No, that's not it at all," he said.
"Oh, thank gods," Blaine said with a laugh. "Sorry I interrupted. Keep going."
"Well, like I said, I was thinking about our future, and what that would mean. And I realized that, you know, human life is so fragile and short. Not that I'm human by any means, but still. And I realized that… I'm going to grow old and die one day, and… and you're not," he whispered.
Blaine was silent. The entire house was silent. Kurt held his breath as he waited for Blaine to respond. When it didn't seem like he was going to, Kurt continued. "That's why I had my book out. I-I thought that maybe there would be something in there that could keep that from happening because… because I love you, Blaine Anderson, and I can't do that to you."
Blaine looked up at Kurt with unshed tears in his eyes. "Gods, Kurt. I-I love you too," Blaine said, voice shaky. "A-and I know it sounds selfish, but I can't imagine only spending five lifetimes with you, let alone just one. I want to be with you, always and forever."
A small smiled fixed itself upon Kurt's face as he leaned forward and pressed his forehead against Blaine's. "Always and forever," he echoed. Blaine smiled back at him and nodded. "We'll figure something out," Kurt said. "I promise."
"Good, cause I can't bear the thought of losing you," Blaine whispered. He leaned forward and captured Kurt's lips in a sweet kiss. After a moment, Kurt smiled into it. After breaking away, he whispered, "I love you," against Blaine's lips.
"I love you too, my sweet boy," he said with a happy sigh. "I'll never get over hearing you say that."
Kurt chuckled. "Me neither," he said before surging forward and pressing his lips against Blaine's.
The rest of the night was spent in a similar manner, the two trading sweet kisses and 'I love you's in bed. Eventually, Kurt's growing hunger got the best of him and the two had to pause their activities to eat. After a very late dinner, Kurt curled up against Blaine on the couch and continued to read in his book for something that would allow him to live as long as he could with his soulmate. At the same time, Blaine was also brainstorming ideas for a solution. Neither was having much luck, however. Kurt had a feeling of deja vu every time he turned another page and found nothing helpful, and Blaine couldn't think of anything else besides magic that would help.
Somehow, both of them had forgotten the most obvious solution, but thankfully someone else had not.
(*)
Burt Hummel was discharged from the hospital five days after he woke up. The doctors and nurses kept him there for observation as none of them had any idea how Burt was awake and were worried that it would only last for so long. Eventually, however, Burt started feeling like he needed to get out of there, and, because they seemingly had no reason to keep him, he was discharged.
Kurt and Blaine spent the few days beforehand getting the Hummel house ready for his return. They turned the heat back on, emptied out the fridge and restocked it, and they cleaned a small layer of dust from just about every inch of the place. Kurt also spent those days packing his things at Blaine's and taking them back home, much to his mate's chagrin. Blaine knew that Burt wanted Kurt back at home, but he still couldn't help but feel disappointed that he wouldn't see his mate as often as before. Kurt reassured him multiple times that he would still come over most nights, but Blaine still wasn't satisfied.
The day Burt was discharged, Blaine and Kurt brought the man home. Kurt knew he didn't need to, but he fussed over his dad constantly. He was completely healed by Andrea's magic and didn't need to be coddled, but Kurt couldn't help it. Eventually, Kurt could tell that his father was getting annoyed by his incessant worrying and tried to ease up on it.
A few days after he'd gotten home, Burt reminded Kurt that he told him to tell Blaine to come over to dinner one night. Kurt had completely forgotten, too worried over what he'd realized to even think about it. That evening, he called Blaine and invited the man over, telling him that his father insisted he come. Kurt spent a few hours preparing dinner, wanting everything to be perfect. Despite what he'd said a few weeks before, Kurt never got to cook for Blaine when he was staying over at his house, and he wanted Blaine's first tastes of his cooking to be pleasant.
When Blaine arrived, Kurt was in his room finishing getting ready. When he heard the doorbell ring, he dropped what he was doing and sprinted to the door, thankfully beating his dad. He smoothed down his shirt once before opening the door to a smiling Blaine. "Hi," Kurt smiled.
"Hey," Blaine said. He held out his hands, in which Kurt noticed a bouquet of flowers and a six-pack of beer. "I brought these for you," he said, handing Kurt the flowers. "And this is for your dad. I was going to bring a bottle of wine, but I figured he'd be more of a beer person than a wine person."
Kurt laughed and nodded, accepting the flowers. "You'd be correct on that one. Thank you for these, Blaine. They're beautiful."
"Not nearly as beautiful as you," Blaine smiled. Kurt giggled softly as he felt a blush rise to his cheeks.
"You're so cheesy," he laughed. "Come in, please." Kurt held open the door for Blaine as the man came in and took off his shoes and coat. After he was done, Blaine turned around to face his mate. He pulled the teen in close before capturing his lips in a soft, gentle kiss.
"I missed you," Blaine said after he broke the kiss. Kurt smiled and shook his head.
"You saw me yesterday," he said.
Blaine shrugged. "I know, but I miss waking up next to you and spending all day together."
Kurt nodded in understanding. "I know. I missed you too. I've been having trouble sleeping on my own here," he laughed.
"We'll get used to it, eventually," Blaine said.
"Yeah, I hope so. Come on, dinner's done," Kurt said, taking Blaine's free hand and leading him to the dining room. He instructed his mate to sit down before he went and got his father from the living room and told him to do the same. He left the two men alone for a few seconds to go to the kitchen and bring out what he'd made for dinner: his mother's famous lasagna. It was a pretty simple dish, but it was one of his favorites and he wanted to share it with Blaine. When he came back to the dining room with the dish of lasagna, he found that his father and Blaine were laughing at something one of them had said. Kurt smiled at the two of them getting along before announcing his presence.
"Here we are," he said, placing the glass dish down in the middle of the table.
"Gods, that smells delicious, Kurt," Blaine gushed.
"Tastes even better," Burt said, reaching for the dish before Kurt could even finish setting in down. The teen laughed as he smacked his father's hand away.
"Be patient," he said good-naturedly. "Let me at least cut it before you reach for it."
Burt chuckled and held up his hands in surrender. Kurt shook his head at the man before cutting the lasagna and dishing it out between the three of them.
"This is my mom's recipe," Kurt told Blaine. "I remembered how you made me one of your favorite dishes from your childhood, so I wanted to make you one of mine."
"It really is delicious, Kurt," Blaine said after taking a bite. Kurt smiled. Burt nodded in agreement, mouth too full to talk.
Throughout dinner, the three made pleasant small talk. Burt asked Kurt and Blaine about going back to school, Blaine asked Burt about his shop, and Kurt talked about a new fashion line that he was excited for.
Burt was the first one done with dinner, even after going back for seconds. He cleared his throat and wiped his mouth on a napkin before speaking. "Blaine," he started. Blaine looked up and gave the man his attention. "Whenever you see her or talk to her next, I want you to tell Andrea that I'm sorry for the way I acted in the hospital."
Blaine nodded. "Of course, sir. She's already said that it was completely understandable. If someone killed her mate, she'd hate everyone that person was associated with too. As would I or just about any other person you'd meet."
"As understandable as it may be, I still want you to tell her I'm sorry. She was being kind and helpful and didn't deserve to be treated that way. Just because she was related to the man that killed my wife doesn't mean that I should have treated her like garbage."
"I'll be sure to tell her you said so," Blaine said.
During the exchange, Kurt was silent. The mention of his mother's death and his father's time in the hospital made his mind travel back to the fact that he would die before Blaine if they didn't figure something out. Burt seemed to notice Kurt's spirits drop as he asked, "Kurt? Kiddo, you alright?"
Kurt opened his mouth as if to respond, but closed it when he found he was at a loss for words. He looked up at Blaine, who seemed to understand what was on his mate's mind.
"Do you want me to tell him?" he asked. "Maybe he could help."
"Tell me what?" Burt asked, raising an eyebrow.
Kurt nodded to Blaine, saying that yes, he wanted him to tell his dad. "When you were in the hospital," Blaine began, "Kurt realized something."
"And that would be?"
"That as a vampire, I am more than likely going to live much longer than Kurt, and that Kurt… Kurt will die someday and I'll be forced to live without him."
Burt blew out a breath and took off his cap to rub his head. "That's one nasty dilemma there, if I've ever seen one," he said. "Have you figured anything out as to what you want to do about that?"
"I want to find a way that I can live with Blaine for as long as possible," Kurt said. "But so far we've come up with nothing."
Burt looked between the two quizzically. "You boys realize the obvious answer here, right?" he asked.
Blaine and Kurt looked at each other with matching expressions of confusion before turning to Burt and shaking their heads in unison. Burt chuckled softly. "Have you considered the fact that Blaine could turn you, Kurt? That seems like it'd be pretty obvious to me."
Kurt was dumbfounded, and neither said a word. Kurt because he couldn't believe that his father would even suggest that, and Blaine because he couldn't believe he forgot about that.
"So?" Burt asked, looking between the two.
"I can't believe we didn't think about that," Blaine laughed. "It's perfect. What do you think, Kurt? Kurt?"
"I-I don't know, Blaine," he whispered. "I… What would mom say?"
Burt sighed, knowing what his son was thinking. "She'd tell you to do what makes you happy, Kurt. She wouldn't be mad at you for wanting to spend as much time with your soulmate as possible."
"But how can you be sure?" Kurt asked quietly.
"Because she would want you to be happy, kiddo, and if that is what makes you happy, then she could never be mad at you for it," Burt said, resting a hand on his son's shoulder.
"I-I still don't know," Kurt said.
Burt nodded in understanding before excusing himself from the table and heading upstairs. Kurt was only confused for a minute before his dad was back, this time with what looked like a letter in his hand. When he sat back down, Burt handed the yellowing envelope to Kurt.
"'If Kurt mates with a vampire'?" Kurt asked, reading the outside of the envelope.
Burt laughed and nodded. "Yeah. It's from your mom. She wrote all sorts of those letters for you. 'If Kurt mates with a werewolf', 'If Kurt mates with a Seelie', 'If Kurt falls in love with someone who isn't his mate' and so on."
"Really?" Kurt asked with a small laugh.
"Yeah," Burt said. "Those few days she spent in the hospital after she was attacked, all she did was write letters to you. There are tons up in my closet for when you need them. I figured she'd have written one for a situation like this, so you can hear what she really has to say."
Kurt flipped the letter over in his hands. He smiled softly at the thought of his mother writing to him.
"Well, are you gonna read it or not, kid?" Burt asked.
Kurt laughed softly before carefully opening the letter. When he pulled out the paper, he instantly smelled his mother's perfume. He smiled at the nostalgic scent before reading the letter out loud so that the other two men could hear it.
"My dearest Kurt, this will be a short letter, as I can feel myself growing weak. But this is important and you need to know. If you should ever find that your soulmate is a vampire, I want you to understand that that is perfectly okay. The gods are the ones that match you with them, and I cannot dispute that fact. I know you may be reluctant to accept it as I know that my time is limited due to a vampire, but you cannot refuse to be with the one who is meant for you on my part. I promise you, my son, that I love you, no matter what. And if it comes to be that you and your mate want you to be turned so that you may spend eternity together, then know that I am okay with that too, and that I will still love you. None of us had control over what happened to me, just as we have no control over who we are meant to be with. Please understand that, Kurt, and know that I will always, always love you. With love, Mom."
Kurt was teary-eyed, but smiled nonetheless.
"So?" Blaine asked after a moment.
"I-I still need to think about it," Kurt said. "I just… it's hard to imagine myself like that, you know? Not six months ago I wouldn't even look at you because of the fact that you were a vampire. It's hard to go from that to being turned into one myself."
"I know," Blaine said. "We can always try to figure something else you, my sweet boy. This isn't the only answer."
"It makes the most sense, though. I think I just need time to think about it," Kurt said.
"Why don't you two go over to Blaine's and talk it over?" Burt said. "I'm sure you'd rather talk about it alone."
"Are you sure?" Kurt asked. "Will you be okay here alone?"
Burt chuckled at his son's worry before responding. "I'll be fine, kiddo. Go ahead and stay the night with Blaine and talk it over."
"Okay."
After finishing dinner and cleaning up, Kurt went to his room to pack a small overnight bag. Blaine followed him and found himself fascinated with his mate's room. It practically screamed Kurt with the broadway posters on the walls, the sheet music on the desk, the large walk in closet full of designer clothes, and the pictures scattered around the room of himself with friends and family. It didn't take Kurt long to pack his bag; he had left some stuff at Blaine's for when he would come over, so he only needed to grab a few things anyway.
After saying goodbye to Burt and making sure that he was still okay with them going, Kurt and Blaine left the Hummel's house. The drive to Blaine's was completely silent, both men thinking of what they needed to discuss when they got home. Blaine wanted to point out the positives of being turned and how he could avoid the negatives, and Kurt thought of an extensive list of questions for Blaine. When Blaine pulled into his driveway, he turned off the car before turning to Kurt.
"We don't have to talk about this tonight if you don't want to," he said.
Kurt shook his head in response. "No, I want to. There's a lot to talk about, and I know that if we don't talk about it now then I'll avoid it for a while."
"Okay," Blaine said. "Whatever you want."
Kurt smiled softly at him before getting out of the car. Blaine followed closely behind him and unlocked his door when they reached it. They silently took off their shoes and coats in the foyer. Blaine then made his way to the living room to sit down while Kurt went to the kitchen and made both of them a cup of tea. He brought the steaming mugs to the living room and handed Blaine his before taking a seat on the couch next to him.
Neither wanted to start the conversation, so both remained quiet for a while as they sipped at their tea. After a while, Blaine cleared his throat and set his mostly empty mug on the coffee table.
"I just want to say that I will not try to pressure you to say yes to this in anyway, Kurt. This decision in 100% up to you, and you don't have to say yes on my account. I'm sure there are other options if you don't want to do this," he said.
"I-I'm not going to rule it out entirely, Blaine. I don't think it'll be an easy decision, but it is partially up to you, too. This doesn't just affect me, sweetheart. It's your life to, and I want you to have a say in it as well."
"Well, if you want my opinion, and it's still completely up to you, I think it would be a good idea. I know you don't want to hurt people, but you don't have to. That's not what being a vampire is about," Blaine said honestly. He took Kurt's mug and placed it next to his before holding the teen's hands in his own.
"What do you mean?" Kurt asked, tilting his head slightly. "I would have to hurt people to drink blood and therefore to survive."
"Well, yes and no," Blaine said. "You could feed from people, yes, but you don't have to. You could drink from a blood bag or even people who are willing to give you their blood, like Xavier and Andrea do. The only reason I don't is because neither of those things are easily accessible in Lima. But if we were to move to a big city like Columbus where the Andersons live or New York City, then those would be very easily attained and you wouldn't have to hurt innocent people."
Kurt nodded but didn't reply. Blaine could tell that his mate was deep in thought with the look on his face. After a few minutes of silence, he asked, "But if I said yes and you turned me, wouldn't I be unstable and wild and try to hurt people? Isn't that what new vampires are like?"
"Again, yes and no," Blaine said. "Newborns are often very unpredictable and will do whatever they can to feed, including hurting those they love, but that generally only happens when the newborn is left on their own without the help of experienced vampires. I was unstable when I was turned because I was abandoned by my maker, but when Andrea and Xavier took me in, they calmed me and taught me better than that. If I were to turn you, you'd have me, your dad, and all of the Andersons helping you through the transition. They even have special rooms at the mansion specifically for newly turned vampires. They haven't been used in a while, but they're there."
"So… what you're saying is that I wouldn't have to hurt people if I became a vampire?" Kurt asked. He didn't seem to believe what he'd said, but Blaine thought that it looked like he wanted to.
"Yes," Blaine said. "That is exactly what I'm saying. It is possible to be a vampire without hurting anyone in the process. If you don't believe me, you can just ask Andrea. She was turned too, and she's never physically hurt anyone. She drinks from people, yes, but only from willing donors who know how to make it so that they don't get hurt when being feed from."
"That makes my decision easier then," Kurt laughed. "At first, I didn't want to disappoint my parents by saying yes, but Dad was the one who suggested it in the first place, and then he gave me that letter from Mom… and I knew that they'd be okay with it. But I also don't want to run the risk of hurting people just so I could be selfish and live longer."
"Kurt… baby I don't think it's brought this issue up to me in the first place because you didn't want me to have to live without you, and there's no way that I could think that's selfish."
"I-I guess not," Kurt said. "When you say it like that it doesn't seem so bad. But I'm just glad that I won't have to hurt people if I say yes."
"My sweet boy, I wouldn't have even entertained the idea if there wasn't another way. I would have shut your dad down right then and there and told him to think of something else."
Kurt laughed and ducked his head. "I love you," he whispered, mouth curled up in a smile. Blaine's smile in reply could have replaced the sun it was so bright.
"Mmm, I love you too," he whispered before placing his hand on the back of Kurt's neck and pulling him in for a kiss. Kurts eyes fluttered shut as he let himself go in the feeling of Blaine's soft lips against his own. He scooted closer on the couch so that his and Blaine's knees were touching. Kurt rested one hand against Blaine's chest and put the other one on the couch behind Blaine before using that as leverage to push himself closer. Taking Blaine be surprise, the two fell back on the couch, with Kurt laying on top of his mate. The two pulled away to laugh at themselves.
"Sorry," Kurt giggled, sitting up so that he was sitting back against Blaine's thighs.
"It's okay," Blaine laughed, propping himself up on his elbows.. "We should probably cool down anyway."
"Aww," Kurt pouted, making a playful frowny face at Blaine.
"Do you not want to stop?" Blaine asked.
"I just want you to keep kissing me," Kurt teased with a smirk.
"I guess I can do that," Blaine teased back before giving into his mate's wish. He propped himself up even more so that he was level with Kurt before capturing the teen's lips in what was almost automatically a heated clash of lips, tongues, and teeth. Blaine held onto the back of Kurt's neck and laid back down on the couch, bringing Kurt down with him without ever breaking the kiss. Kurt knelt above Blaine, his hands on either side of the man's head.
Kurt felt Blaine lick at the seam of his lips, asking for entrance, which Kurt happily gave. Blaine's tongue as velvety soft against his own and tasted faintly of the tea they'd had earlier.
Both men had grown hard in their pants, but Kurt kept his hips elevated meaning that neither was aware of the fact that the other was hard too. The only clue Kurt had to Blaine's arousal was the fact that, after a few minutes of heated making out, his fangs had unsheathed. Normally, Blaine was able to keep them secure during their makeouts, which told Kurt that Blaine was too turned on to focus on keeping them at bay. He licked at the fangs in Blaine's mouth once before pulling away and immediately beginning to pepper kisses along his jawline and down his neck. Blaine moaned at the feeling and bucked his hips up into the air, searching for a taste of delicious friction.
"Kurt, wait," he panted before gently pushing Kurt away from his neck so that they were face to face.
"What is it?" Kurt breathed heavily, face flush with arousal.
"Before we go any farther, I just need to know what you're comfortable with," Blaine said.
Kurt didn't even hesitate before saying, "I want everything."
Blaine blinked slowly in surprise, tilting his head slightly. "Everything as in... everything everything?" he asked.
Kurt laughed but nodded nonetheless. "Yes, Blaine. Everything everything, as you so eloquently put it," he smiled.
"A-are you sure?" Blaine asked, looking into Kurt's eyes for any sign of hesitation or fear. Instead, he found only confidence and trust as Kurt nodded his reply.
"Yes, Blaine. I want it. I want you." Kurt laid down on top of Blaine so that the man could feel his arousal and so that he could whisper in Blaine's ear. "I want to feel you inside me," he whispered seductively before licking the shell of Blaine's ear, making the man shiver and buck up his hips again.
"Gods, Kurt," he moaned unabashedly. "You can't just say things like that."
"Mmm, but I did," he said. He then rested his forehead against Blaine's and looked deeply into the man's eyes. "Take me to the bedroom?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper.
Blaine nodded eagerly and smiled at his mate before sitting up. He made sure that Kurt's legs were still around his waist when he stood up, hooking his arms under the teen's ass and lifting him. Kurt wrapped his legs around Blaine's waist and rested his arms on his shoulders. Blaine carried him to his bedroom down the hall in that fashion, never once showing any signs of fatigue or difficulty from doing so.
When they reached Blaine's bedroom, Blaine gently laid Kurt down on his bed before crawling up after him. He surged forward and captured Kurt's lips again, this time moaning into the kiss. He licked into Kurt's mouth, tasting his tea and an underlying flavor that Blaine could only describe as Kurt.
It wasn't until he heard Kurt moan loudly (or maybe it was himself, he couldn't tell) that Blaine realized his kisses were becoming too desperate and hungry. He knew that this was Kurt's first time, even though they'd been intimate before, and that he needed to calm down and go slower. He wanted to worship and cherish the boy, not devour him face first. So he slowed his kisses until they were gentle and sweet, almost like the first time they kissed.
Kurt broke away after a few minutes with a happy sigh. "Undress me?" he asked softly. Blaine nodded, happy to oblige. First off was Kurt's sweater and undershirt. He took his time peeling the fabric away from his mate's body, almost as if unwrapping a present. Knowing that Kurt would be angry later if his clothes were tossed haphazardly on the floor, Blaine got up off the bed to put the clothes on his dresser. He took off his own t-shirt and jeans and placed them in the pile before returning to Kurt, who couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from the rather impressive bulge tenting Blaine's underwear.
Kurt bit his lip before wiggling his hips, signaling to Blaine to take off his pants too. Blaine happily did so, pulling off the teen's jeans and underwear in one go, leaving the boy naked and flushed. Blaine put those on the dresser as well before going back to the bed.
"You too," Kurt said, nodding to Blaine's underwear. Blaine hooked his thumbs in the fabric and tugged them down, letting them drop to the floor. Before he got back in bed, he opened the bedside drawer and dug around for a few seconds until he found what he was looking for. He tossed a small bottle of lube and a condom on the bed before climbing back up and kissing Kurt.
It didn't take long for Blaine to pull away from their kiss, but after he did, he started to pepper kisses on Kurt's jaw line and down his neck. He maneuvered both of them so that Kurt was fully laying down and Blaine was hovering over top of him, just like they had before on the couch, only the roles were switched. Once they were in a position that Blaine seemed to like, he began to kiss down Kurt's neck and down his chest again, stopping along the way and leaving small bite marks and hickeys in his wake. When he reached the lower half of Kurt's body, Blaine pointedly avoided his mate's straining erection for the time being. He sucked dark marks into Kurt's hips and thighs, making the boy whine and keen with need.
When Kurt whined "More," to Blaine, the vampire quit his task of marking his mate before beginning the task of prepping Kurt.
"Could you hand me that pillow?" Blaine asked, pointing to the pillow next to Kurt's head. Kurt grabbed the pillow and handed it to Blaine, who used his clean hand to lift Kurt's hips and place the pillow underneath him. He knelt between Kurt's only slightly spread legs and pushed them farther apart, bending them at the knees. Blaine then went searching for the bottle of lube he'd thrown on the bed previously. After finding it, he popped open the cap and squirted some of the cold fluid onto his fingers, rubbing them together to try and warm it up. He took a moment to stare in wonder at the boy's dusty pink fluttering hole before gently rubbing one finger against the rim, spreading the lube. He looked up at Kurt to make sure he was still okay with it before gently pushing one finger in past the tight ring of muscle.
At first, Kurt felt a little uncomfortable at the feeling, but as Blaine began working his finger in and out, that discomfort turned into pleasure. It didn't take long for him to feel he was ready for another. He told as much to Blaine who, after nodding, pulled out his finger only to replace it with two seconds later. The stretch was more obvious this time, and Kurt could feel a slight burn as Blaine pumped his fingers into Kurt's ass.
Noticing, the discomfort on his face, Blaine bent forward as far as he could and took the head of Kurt's cock in his mouth, hoping to alleviate some of the pain or at least distract from it.
It was then that Kurt realized how gentle and caring Blaine's touch was. Kurt was grateful that he got to spend his first time with a man as sweet and caring as Blaine. He'd always thought that his first time would be a heat of the moment thing, which, he'll admit this was, but he never expected it to be so soft and gentle. He expected hard and fast and a painful first time, and perhaps that was due to those movies, he thought. But Blaine was just the opposite of the men he'd seen; he was kind, caring, and above all cared only about Kurt's comfort and certainty that he was ready. It had been that way from day one, and Kurt knew that he'd forever be grateful for that aspect of his mate.
Kurt didn't notice when he'd started pushing his hips down and meeting Blaine's thrusts until Blaine pulled off his cock with a wet 'pop' and asked, "Another?" Kurt eagerly nodded.
"Please," he whined.
"Of course, my love," Blaine said before pulling his fingers out again. He spread more lube on his fingers and Kurt's hole before pushing back in, this time with three fingers. The stretch and burn was more prominent than before as he did so, but Blaine helped Kurt through it, doing the same as before and distracting him with his mouth on Kurt's cock.
Soon enough, Kurt felt he was ready and told Blaine as much.
"Are you sure?" Blaine asked, eyebrows furrowed in slight worry. He didn't think just three fingers would be enough to properly prep Kurt - he didn't want to hurt the teen - but Kurt just nodded and told him that yes, he was sure. "Okay," Blaine breathed, reaching for the condom that he'd thrown on the bed earlier. Kurt's hand on his arm stopped him from grabbing it, though.
"Do we… do we have to use one?" he asked hesitantly. "We're both clean, right?"
Blaine nodded. "Yes," he said. "I'm clean; I was checked a few months ago."
"And we know I'm clean because I've never done this before," Kurt said. "So do we really need one?"
"I-I guess not," Blaine replied and left the condom where it was. "Any particular reason you don't want to?"
"I just… I want to feel you," Kurt said. "Without the barrier."
"Okay," Blaine said with a nod. He grabbed the lube again and squirted some into his hand and coated his so far untouched cock with what was probably too much. "Tell me if you need me to slow down or stop," he said. At Kurt's nod of confirmation, Blaine lined his erection up with Kurt's hole and began to slowly push in.
If Kurt thought the stretch before was bad, he didn't know what to call this. Blaine felt much bigger than he looked, that was for sure. Blaine slowed as he noticed the wince on Kurt's face. "You good?" he asked.
""K-keep going," Kurt panted out. Blaine gently pushed all the way in before pausing to let Kurt adjust. When he was fully seated inside, both men let out loud, breathy moans. The feeling of Blaine filling him up was almost overwhelming to Kurt, but it was still felt incredibly, indescribably good. Kurt contracted his hole, tightening his grip around Blaine's cock and eliciting a moan from the man.
"T-tell me when I can move," he said before peppering kisses along Kurt's neck and jaw. Kurt took a few minutes to adjust to Blaine's size, but told him soon enough that he could move. Blaine pulled out about halfway before pushing back in. Both moaned at the feeling, and Blaine did it again. He keep his pace slow at first, still letting Kurt get comfortable with his size.
But when Kurt panted out, "More, Blaine, please," Blaine quickened his pace and groaned.
"Gods, Kurt, you feel so good," he breathed into Kurt's neck. He kissed the pale skin and sucked faint marks into it.
"Blaine..," Kurt panted. "Close." The friction of Blaine's stomach against his cock and the feeling of Blaine inside him was enough to bring Kurt right to the edge in no time, not to mention Blaine's constant pounding against his prostate.
"Me too," Blaine replied, thrusting faster and faster into Kurt's tight hole. Kurt's responding moans spurred Blaine on, but, just as he felt he was going to come, Kurt said something that stopped him in his tracks.
"Bite me," he whispered, tilting his neck to the side. Blaine lifted his head out of the crook of Kurt's neck to stare at the teen as if he hadn't heard correctly.
"What?" he asked, disbelief evident in his tone. His thrusts had all but stopped at this point as well.
"I-I want you to bite me," Kurt said, confirming to Blaine what he'd heard. "I want you to drink from me."
"A-are you sure, baby?" Blaine asked. Kurt nodded and bit his lip.
"Yes," he said. "I love you, Blaine, and this is something I want to share with you."
Blaine smiled softly before saying, "Whatever you want, my love," and continuing thrusting into Kurt's body. He let his fangs unsheath before ducking his head back into the crook of Kurt's neck. He licked over the spot he wanted to pierce, his saliva numbing the area slightly. He pressed one last soft kiss to it before his fangs penetrated the skin of Kurt's neck. Blood instantly flowed into his mouth, and he savored every drop.
The bite wasn't painful like Kurt was expecting. In fact it was quite the opposite; it felt incredible, which Kurt thought was crazy to think, but it was the truth. When Blaine withdrew his fangs and started drinking in earnest, Kurt felt himself ready to fall off the edge. Blaine must have felt the same, as his thrusts became quick and erratic, and almost in time with his gulps.
The friction of Blaine stomach against his cock, the feeling of Blaine's thrusting against his sweet spot, and the feeling of ecstasy that came with Blaine drinking from him sent Kurt over the edge with a shout. He came messily between the two of them, arching his back and breathing heavily while doing so. Blaine came not long after, the constriction of Kurt's hole around his cock and the sweet, delicious taste of his mate's blood pushing him over. He pulled away from Kurt's neck as he came into Kurt's body, licking at the two holes to close them.
They laid together, panting and sated, as they came down. When Blaine felt himself go soft, he pulled out of Kurt's body and flopped to empty side of the bed with a smile. Kurt turned his head and smiled too, even though the feeling of Blaine's come leaking out of his body was a little gross.
"Hi," Kurt whispered, turning on his side to face his mate.
"Hi," Blaine smiled back. Kurt stretched forward to place a soft kiss on Blaine's lips. They stayed like that as they calmed down, trading sweet kisses and smiles.
After a while, however, both of them began to feel uncomfortable at the drying come on their bodies. Blaine laughed at Kurt's grimace as he looked down at himself before getting up and going to the bathroom to grab a washcloth. He came back to the bed and rubbed it gently against Kurt's skin, cleaning off the drying come and the little drops of blood that has escaped Blaine's mouth as he drank.
When Blaine was done cleaning them both off, he dropped the washcloth on the floor next to his underwear before getting on the bed and turning back to Kurt, letting the teen cuddle up against his chest. Kurt sighed happily, resting his head in the crook of Blaine's neck and breathing him in. Blaine smiled softly down at him before bringing his arm up and wrapping it around Kurt's shoulders. They were both silent for a while, basking in the happy afterglow.
"So," Kurt started after a few minutes of comfortable silence. "Will you tell me more about being a vampire?"
"Of course," Blaine replied with a nod. "What do you want to know?"
"Everything, really. Good, bad, and ugly."
"Well, you already know about the bad and the ugly, I guess. The blood drinking and the potential to hurt people are really the only negatives," Blaine said, pulling Kurt impossibly closer to his body.
"What about the positives, then?" Kurt asked. He tilted his head back to look at his soulmate with a smile.
"Pretty much everything else is positive," Blaine chuckled.
Kurt listened intently as Blaine told him some of what he already knew and some things he didn't. He talked about the increased strength, speed, and stamina that comes with being a vampire, and how useful he'd found those to be, especially when Kurt needed him. He mentioned the fact that he could see, hear, and smell better than humans too, which also came in very handy most of the time. Of course, the staying young for eternity part was also a plus, for both of them. He told Kurt that his body wouldn't change much like it would if he were say a werewolf. He wouldn't become pale or cold, and all of his bodily functions would still work.
When Kurt asked about the myths about vampire's weaknesses, Blaine chuckled and explained that most of them were false. Garlic, crucifixes, and mirrors did nothing to them, but if they weren't careful, they could potentially be hurt be the sun. Staying too long in the sun would result in a nasty sunburn and he would need a few days rest before going back out, Blaine explained, but it didn't really effect them too much if they were careful about it. Kurt then asked about the ways in which a vampire could be killed, including fire, stakes, and be-heading, which he knew were the popular ways in which people thought that vampires could be killed. Blaine explained that, yes, those could kill a vampire, but they'd kill pretty much anything. He tried to reassure Kurt though that he wouldn't be likely to be killed like that.
They talked long into the night, discussing potential positives and negatives of Kurt being turned. But Blaine had forgotten something about being a vampire, and an Anderson specifically, when they were talking about the positives. He happened to remember during a lapse in conversation, when the two were lying in comfortable silence.
"Oh!" Blaine exclaimed, breaking the silence.
"What is it?" Kurt asked groggily, slowly waking up from where he was gradually falling asleep against Blaine's chest.
"I completely forgot. If I or say Andrea of Xavier were to turn you, you would get an ability like all of us have."
"Really?" Kurt asked, fully awake now. He rose slightly so that he could look Blaine in the eye.
"I'm pretty sure you would," Blaine confirmed. "I was turned, and I got one. We could ask Andrea if you would since you'd be second generation of turned vampires, but I'm sure you would. It's in the Anderson blood to have an ability."
Kurt didn't reply, and instead stared off into space, thinking about all the possibilities. He only knew of a few Anderson abilities, such as Andrea's Healing, Xavier's ability to Travel, and Blaine's Visionary ability, but he knew that there had to be more than that.
"What other kinds of abilities are there, besides the ones I already know about?" Kurt asked.
Blaine didn't reply immediately, thinking about all of the other Anderson's abilities. There were a lot, that was for sure. The Andersons were a very, very large family, but he didn't know of anyone who didn't have an ability, no matter if they were born a vampire or turned.
"There are… tons, Kurt. I couldn't even begin to try to name them all, but I'm pretty sure that a person's ability is special to them and their personality."
"So how do you think you got your ability?" Kurt asked.
"As you know, my ability allows me to look into people's futures. I think that was what I got because I've always wanted to help people meet their goals in life, and this was the best way in which I could do that," Blaine explained.
"Hmm. So what do you think mine would be?"
Blaine paused in thought, trying to recall abilities that would seem to fit Kurt's personality. "Honestly, I think you would get something like Andrea's Healing. You two are so alike in that you want to help people, and I think that would fit you. But you never know, you could get something we didn't even know existed."
Kurt hummed in agreement before realizing something else. "Wait," he said, moving so that he was straddling Blaine and looking down at him. "Can I even be turned? I'm not human, so does that mean that I can't be turned?"
Blaine shook his head as he rested his hands on Kurt's hips. "Anyone or anything can be turned. It doesn't matter what you are before hand, since the thing that determines if you are a vampire or not is the blood you have in your body. Anybody can have their blood drained and replaced by a vampires and they would still become one."
Kurt sighed in relief and leaned down so that his head was resting on Blaine's shoulder. "Thank gods," he laughed. "I didn't want to say yes and have you try to turn me and then not even be able to."
"Nope," Blaine said, popping the 'p'. He moved one of his hands off Kurt's hip and began to trace random patterns on his soulmate's back. "Any other concerns?" he asked with a small laugh.
"Just one more," Kurt said. "What- what's it like to be turned?"
Blaine sighed and shook his head lightly. "I can't really tell you what it would be like if you were turned since my turning was a complete surprise and I was terrified while yours would be different. You'd know about it beforehand and wouldn't be as surprised or scared as I was."
"Okay. Can you tell me what the process is then? What I could expect?"
Blaine nodded this time. "That I can do," he said before launching into the explanation. "The process is relatively simple but it can take a while. The first thing that happens is the vampire that turns out takes some of your blood and then replaces it with his own. After that you wait a little while for the blood to properly enter your system." After saying that Blaine paused. He didn't know how much Kurt knew about the turning process, and he didn't want to scare him away from it completely by telling him about the next part.
"And then?" Kurt prompted.
"And then…" Blaine trailed off with a small sigh. "Then you have to die with a vampire's blood in your system. You come back, obviously, but it's the worst part for both parties."
"Oh," Kurt said, thinking it over. "That… it doesn't sound so bad, in the long run. I figured something like that would have to happen since vampires are 'undead' creatures," he said with air quotes.
Blaine chuckled but shook his head. "We're not so much undead as we are… reborn, you could say. I'm not dead, and neither is any other living vampire." Kurt nodded in understanding. "Anything else?" Blaine asked after a moment of silence.
"I don't think so," Kurt said. "We've pretty much covered everything."
Blaine hummed in agreement as he thought about his transition and how everything in his life changed when he was turned. "You know what my favorite part of being a vampire is?" he asked.
"Hmm?" Kurt hummed as he looked into Blaine's eyes.
"I got to meet you," Blaine whispered against Kurt's lips. Kurt smiled sleepily and pecked his lips against Blaine's.
"That's my favorite part, too."
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It didn't take Kurt as long as he thought to make his decision. He stayed up even after Blaine had fallen asleep underneath him debating saying yes. He found that, after he talked to Blaine about everything, it wasn't hard to make a decision. He had so many false views of vampirism and being turned that made him hesitant, but all of those wrong views were corrected in their discussions. Kurt fell asleep with a smile on his face, happy and ready to spend the rest of his life with Blaine, however long that may be.
The next morning, Kurt and Blaine returned to the Hummel's to talk to Burt. They arrived there before the man had even woken up, so the two of them tried to make breakfast together as quietly as possible. Just as Kurt thought it would, the smell of food prompted Burt to come down stairs.
"Mornin', bud," he greeted, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
"Morning, Dad," Kurt said back, continuing to make food.
"Blaine," Burt said with a nod in the vampire's direction. Blaine returned the nod with a smile. "So, whatcha makin'?" he asked his son, pointing to the skillet on the stove.
"Just bacon and eggs, unless you want something else."
"That's fine kid."
Blaine noticed that Burt was looking between them expectantly, and raised an eyebrow when Blaine looked at him as if he wanted the vampire to tell him what Kurt had decided. Blaine simply shrugged; even though they talked through the night, Kurt still hadn't told him his decision regarding whether or not he wanted to be turned. They both then turned to look at Kurt, who was paying them no attention and was instead focusing on cooking.
He finished up shortly and divided up the breakfast between the three of them. He stayed silent throughout the meal, making Burt and Blaine grow anxious as they awaited his answer. It wasn't until after Kurt had taken their empty plates to the sink and sat back down that he noticed the two of them staring at him.
"What?" he asked. "Do I have something on my face?"
"No, baby your face is fine," Blaine laughed.
"So…?" Kurt prompted raising an eyebrow.
"Well, are you gonna tell us or not, kid?" Burt asked, on the edge of his seat. Kurt tilted his head in confusion for a second, thinking tell them what? before it dawned on him.
"Oh! Oh, you mean about the vampire thing," Kurt said. Burt and Blaine nodded simultaneously and leaned closer to him in their seats. "Well, Blaine and I spent a lot of time talking it over last night… and I want to do it," he said. "I want to be turned."
Blaine's smile was as bright as a thousand suns as he sprang out of his seat and ran around the table to hug his mate. Burt did the same, but patted Kurt on the back in lieu of a hug.
"I'm happy for you both," he said after they pulled away.
"We are too," Kurt said with a smile.
The rest of the morning, the three sat at the kitchen table, sipping hot drinks and making plans for Kurt's turning. Kurt decided - after what Blaine told him about the availability of blood in larger cities - that he wanted to wait until after college when he lived in New York to be turned. That way he would always have access to blood that he could get without hurting some innocent person, which he couldn't really do in Lima. He also wanted to wait a few years until he lost the rest of his lingering baby fat, to which Blaine protested by saying that he was beautiful now, but Kurt was adamant. He would be spending the rest of his life looking one way, and he wanted to be happier with it than he was then. They also spent time telling Burt just about everything that they had discussed the night before, which helped relieve some of the man's worry and stress that he felt for his son. Blaine had the idea to call Xavier and Andrea to help better explain the turning process and to also fill them in on the news, which they were very happy to hear.
As the day progressed, Kurt found himself unable to stop smiling. He was elated to be able to spend the rest of eternity with the one he loved. He knew that no matter what the future may hold, he and Blaine would live happily ever after, always and forever.
I really don't know what to say right now except thank you guys for sticking with me through this journey. It's been a while, but we've finally reached the end. This is officially the last chapter of SMYL, not including the epilouge, and I can't thank you guys enough for reading this. This is the first ever story that I've published online and have seen through to the end, and it's mostly because of you guys, the ones who reviewed, favorited, and followed this story. If you're new here or if you've been here from the start, you all mean the world to me, and I hope you'll continue to come with me on my writing journey. I've said before that I'm doing a series of one shots for this story, but I'm also going to be writing many other things in the future, and I would love if you guys would check them out. I can't think of anything else to say besides thank you again.
Look out for the epilogue of this story as well as the one shot series, both coming soon. Just an FYI, the one shot series will be another story titled "Fragments of Our Love" so be sure to be on the lookout when I start posting that.
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