goldconverse- Thanks for the first review. ^w^ Glad to know someone is still reading! And yes, sexy, sexy leather. I WONDER WHERE THIS SEXY LEATHER WILL LEAD.
Cover will be up for this soon, but only if someone doesn't beat me to it! I would LOVE LOVE LOVE some fanart for this, guys! And I'm looking for a cover, soooooooooooooooooooooo….
ENJOY THE LAST THREE DAYS OF THE WORLD (WESTERVILLE)!
(also the last three chapters of this thing, thank god)
Mar- I mean, Kurt's POV. Yes, Kurt.
I watched Blaine carefully as shock played over his features. Really though, Dylan explained the whole thing in the meeting. Yes, it saddened me to think of our limited time, but my god. He complemented my ass! That was the closest he'd ever come to starting something himself. Plus it made me feel nice. And damn did he look good in that outfit. The only reason I hadn't attacked him yet is that we did still have work to do. Work first, play later. Especially when work meant possibly saving all of Westerville from the biggest assault on its monster fighting and common population alike in all of Ohio history. Yes. I should definitely get working. But first- Blaine. Clearly the date he predicted for our mini-apocalypse was extremely off the mark. I carefully brushed my fingertips over his face, my heart clenching when I saw the glimmer of tears in his eyes. But he quickly got a hold of himself when he saw my concern. He always did. What he didn't understand was that whenever he did, it only made me worry more. Why couldn't he trust me with his emotions? I politely asked him to bear his fucking soul to me right this minute- at least, I would have, if Niff wouldn't have slammed the door to my room open. God, couldn't those two learn to knock?
"Oh, you two look so good! We should do a calendar. We need more fundraisers targeted for the gay audience, which makes up at least half this school. Blaine, you could be October and do that freaky eye thing and make a sexy claw at the camera or something. And-" Jeff interrupted his counterpart by firmly placing a hand over his mouth. "Very good, idea, Nick, but why don't we think about making calendars after we save Westerville, hmm?" The dark-haired boy reluctantly nodded and Jeff removed his hand from his mouth. "So, now that we all have our outfits and weapons ready to go, there's only one thing to do now." I cocked a curious eyebrow at him while Blaine raised both of his, not possessing extreme master control over his triangle eyebrows like I did my regular ones.* Jeff grinned somewhat wearily and threw an arm around Nick's shoulders. "Train the fuck out of them."
True to Jeff's word, we trained and trained for two days until we could barely feel our limbs. Except for Blaine. He barely ever broke a sweat, even though he was probably using five times more energy than all of us combined. The way he flew around the training room (which David had reserved for us) tearing out throats and slicing into the midsections of various dummies with his sharpened nails and teeth, a look of total concentration on his face, eyes slightly dark and fangs bared… that alone should have scared anyone half to death. So given my rather frightening, up close encounters with Blaine's "weapons", I could not understand why I found it… so… attractive. Maybe it was the way his muscles were visible through the tight white undershirt he wore. Maybe it was the way his wild hair seemed even more out of control than usual. Either I couldn't put my finger on it… or I refused to.
When I woke from a blissfully dreamless sleep the daybreak of doomsday, body still sore, I looked over to where Blaine was sleeping on the floorboards. I once again offered him the bed, but that just turned into an awkward conversation of sexual nature. I smiled at his back until I realized he was shivering. I carefully made my way over to him in the faint light of the winter morning to see that one of us was still plagued by nightmares (Blaine told me that he wanted to avoid sleeping because of his). Worried, a shook his shoulder and he jolted up, nearly knocking me in the head. I had enough sense to move out of the way this time. Blaine gasped in air and focused on me with wide, horror-struck eyes. Before I could make any move to comfort him, he pulled me close in a tight hug. I felt his tremors against me and my blood turned to ice when a chilling thought popped into my head. What could scare someone like Blaine, who had taken part in decades of murder? Had seen horror after horror? I assumed I would get my answer as he started to shakily whisper in my ear. But all he got out was my name a couple times before someone knocked on the door.
"Wait here." I murmured to my boyfriend, prying myself out of his grip and making my way to the door. I opened it to find David himself, looking as haggard and stressed as ever, holding a sleepy little blond girl's hand. I gave a little wave at Delilah, only to get a glare from the vampire in response. "She's not really a morning person." He said with a little glimmer of his old humor. This whole thing had really taken a toll on our leader, making him seem older and tired…er. They were both in combat uniform, and my heart sank as I grasped that they were here to collect Blaine and me. "Merry Christmas, Uncle Kurt." Delilah yawned, holding out her hands as if expecting something. I just gave her a little pat on the head, causing her to scowl and ball her hands into fists. Blaine came up behind me silently, darting a quick kiss on my cheek and placing my outfit in my arms. He also mumbled something along the lines of "Merry Christmas, love you" and shuffled off to the bathroom. I blushed at the unexpected PDA. Delilah made a disgusted face and pulled David's hand. "Can we go now? I don't wanna stay here anymore with these gift skimpers." She growled.
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and closed the door as the vampire stalked off, Daddy in tow. I quickly changed, grabbing my combat boots (perfect for a combat outfit) and slipping them on as Blaine came out of the bathroom. He remained silent, giving me a despairing glance. "Alright, you need to snap out of this mopey shit right now, Blaine Anderson, or I swear to god you will feel the full wrath of Kurt Elizabeth Humm- Mmph!" My bitchy rant was interrupted by Blaine's lips crashing down on mine. My eyes shot open wide and my hands fluttered at my sides weakly before reaching up to his face and tracing from his ear to his chin. He was thankfully gentler now, our lips sliding together gently, yet with an undertone of urgency. I allowed my eyes to slide shut, hoping to savor the few moments like this, especially since I knew Blaine wanted it. But Blaine didn't pull away. Instead, he pulled his hand up and mirrored mine, tracing in over my skin. His other fastened in my hair and, as he tilted his head, I felt his tongue asking for entrance. I wrapped my arms around his neck and happily complied, pleasantly surprised at this long avoided step in our relationship.
I let Blaine have control for a minute or two before I internally smiled and started fighting him for dominance. He growled and started pushing me until the backs of my knees hit the edge of the bed. I had a moment of panic until I remembered this was Blaine, and he would respect my boundaries. The thing was, I didn't know when I wanted to stop. Hell, I didn't even know if I wanted to! The lack of oxygen (…and blood…) flow to my brain was definitely not helping matters. On that note, I pulled away (for once) to breathe. I met Blaine's confused eyes and took in his dilated pupils and hazel irises looking brighter than I've ever seen them. "Need… air…" I gasped, laying my head back on my pillow. I'm not sure when we aligned ourselves with the bed, but whatever. I was happy I made it this far without combusting. Blaine didn't reply, only dropped his head and lifted my scarf a bit to start nosing at my collarbone. "God." I groaned as he started to nibble at the skin there. I felt his lips raise in a smile before losing it immediately. Clicking my tongue, I managed to face him somewhat.
"What is up with you?" I whispered hoarsely. "First you nearly crush me while having a panic attack. Then you sulk around like a sad-sack before practically jumping me, when you cower at the mere thought of holding my hand without permission." Blaine looked at me with puppy eyes. "Kurt… I'm sorry. I didn't even think of you. I just… my nightmare… I should…" He made an attempt to move off of me, to which I wrapped my legs around his waist. And I didn't even blush. Sexy- 1, Shy-0. "Now I never said I didn't like the jumping part," I hummed with a devilish smile, tracing my hand lightly down his side, liking the way he gasped and trembled a bit. Call me a baby penguin now, Anderson. "It's just the mopey sadness that I can't stand. And what about your nightmare?" I asked, fingers trailing up his spine. He took a deep breath, probably to distract himself from the way I was now playing with the hem of his shirt. And then someone knocked on the door. "Well, at least they're knocking now. I'd hate to be caught like-"
Before I could finish my sentence, Nick shoved open the door with a shout of "LET'S GO, BOYS! WE'RE ALL WAITING FOR YOU!" As his eyes settled on the two of us, a blush finally made its way to my cheeks. Luckily Blaine kept his cool. "You know, you're supposed to wait until someone comes and opens the door for you." He said while detangling himself from me. "Yeah. Yeah, I get that now." Nick mumbled, blushing even darker than me (which was quite a feat). I got off the bed and straightened up, sighing when I knew I'd never be able to fix my hair. As Nick walked off towards David's, we followed. I noticed that Blaine was avoiding looking at me and I bumped my hip against his and took his hand, pulling him closer. I saw him smile and look at me out of the corner of his eyes. "Love you." I mouthed at him. He laughed silently and mouthed it back.
Things are going according to plan! Really Veronica? No, no, not really, because nobody will do what I tell them. :I NEXT update will be start of the three finale chapters. Yay. Okay, review and stuff, cause I'm tired and need some Hot Cheetos. Not sure how those two connect, but OH WELL. GOODNIGHT.
