Title: Caligo Nox Noctis

Author: AoiTsukikage

Rating: R overall

Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt , minor Blaine/Kurt and Blaine/Sam

Chapter: 36/38-ish

Word Count: 3170

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 Thirty-Six

Finn wakes up with his nose stuffed and his mouth tasting like something decided to crawl in there and die, which is a sure sign he'd been crying the night before. Stretching, he notes that Kurt is still asleep and just watches him for a while, because him being up before Kurt is kinda a rare thing.

Kurt still looks exhausted, dark circles under his eyes standing out even more because of his super-pale skin, and Finn reaches to brush Kurt's bangs out of his eyes.

"Hmm?"

"Go back to sleep," he says quietly, fingers sliding down to stroke the other boy's shoulder. "We've got time."

"Mm," Kurt replies, snuggling closer, and Finn wraps him up in his arms and smiles. "Is it time to get up?"

"Not for a while. I just…I always feel like crap when I wake up after I've been crying," Finn admits, clearing his throat.

"I'm sorry," Kurt says again, his eyes wide and frightened and almost grey in the soft light of the basement.

"Don't be," Finn assures him, leaning down to kiss him but stopping an inch away from his mouth. "Right. Morning breath."

"Oh, get over here," Kurt swallows visibly and pulls him in, mouth opening instinctively and it's so easy for Finn to get absolutely lost in Kurt's kisses. He really can't wait until Kurt's human and they don't have to worry about fangs because he knows Kurt's still holding back to keep him safe.

Kurt moves down to start kissing his neck, Finn realizing a second later that they were both so tired last night they'd never even fully undressed before getting into bed. "Wait," he lets Kurt move away before stripping his shirt off, knowing he probably doesn't smell all that great and he's sure Kurt notices but the other teen isn't saying anything.

"How much time do we have?" Kurt asks, lips still moving downward, and Finn awkwardly twists to check the clock.

"Um…ten minutes? Tops," he adds with a shudder as Kurt never moves away from his skin. He shifts a little as Kurt kisses down his sternum, placing a hand on the other boy's shoulder as Kurt looks at him curiously.

"Yes?"

"Um…this is gonna sound strange, but…do I have weird nipples?"

"That's random," Kurt chuckles against his skin and sighs. "No, your nipples are fine. Why do you even ask?"

"Santana. She…"

"Finn, sweetie, Santana's never really had a nice thing to say about you, and considering that 'her type' seems to be 'Brittany,' I wouldn't think on it too much," Kurt assures him.

"So you don't think they're weird?"

"I had no idea the appearance of your nipples was so important to you," Kurt says wryly, propping himself up and kissing Finn again while running his hands up Finn's sides, stroking the other boy's nipples with his thumbs to prove his point.

"God," Finn gasps into his mouth. "I never…"

"Boys," Kurt mumbles, pulling back enough to smirk at him. "You know how sensitive I am there; you honestly never thought you'd be the same?"

"I just…"

"Something to think about," Kurt tweaks his nipples gently and he arches against the touch. "But much as I'd like to continue this, we do need to get ready for school, so I've got to get to the washroom and get started," he kisses Finn again before getting off of the bed and heading for the bathroom.

Finn lays there for a few more moments, his heartbeat slowing (because yeah, they didn't do much, but for him it doesn't really take much), before breaking out into a smile.

It won't be long now before they can be together…really be together, with nothing holding them back.

And that's a really, really good thought.

000

"How's Kurt?"

"He's okay. But you know Kurt," Blaine shrugs. "He can be extremely emotional at times but when it's most important he's also really good at closing off his emotions."

"Yeah," Sam agrees, sighing and leaning against his truck. "But you think he'll be fine?"

"I think he just wants this whole thing to be over," Blaine leans beside him, their shoulders touching, and he knows that neither of them want to risk any more since they're in plain view of anybody from the school.

"Can't say I blame him; he's kind of had a crap year," Sam chuckles ruefully and moves his arm a little closer, pressing against Blaine. They make small talk for a while until Sam glances at his watch and curses softly.

"What? What is it?"

"We're late for class," he admits with a laugh. "Sorry. Guess the time just got away from us, there."

"Well, better face the music," Blaine heaves a resigned sigh and pushes himself off of the truck, fully prepared for a detention, when Sam grabs his wrist. "Yes?"

"Hey; you're, like, one of the smartest guys at this school, right?"

"Yes," Blaine admits; not because he has a huge ego or anything, but because it's true.

"So…since you can probably afford it…wanna skip class and make out?" Sam asks, raising an eyebrow, and Blaine stares at him in amazement for a few seconds.

"Uh…I…"

"Never done that, have you?" Sam's grinning, now, and while part of Blaine knows he should get to class late and take whatever punishment is waiting for him, a larger part is tempted to just throw all caution to the winds for once and go for it. "Besides, the teachers love you, and it's only one class. I promise it'll be fine."

Blaine thinks about it for a second before looking into Sam's eyes, and without any further hesitation he nods and lets Sam take his hand.

000

"We really…do need to…get to Glee practice, though…" he gasps out later, Sam half on top of him in the backseat of the truck. "They'll…mm…they'll come looking…."

"How long do we have?" Sam asks as Blaine tries to shift enough to look at his phone.

"Um…twenty minutes?"

"Long enough," Sam goes back to kissing him and Blaine complies happily, winding his arms around the blonde's neck and pulling him close. They'd made out for a while earlier and then just lay there, dozing, until Sam realized they'd missed their last class of the day as well and asked Blaine if he'd be really mad if that was true.

Blaine isn't, surprisingly, but he knows this isn't going to be a normal occurrence. He cares far too much about his grades for that. "Long enough for what?" he manages to ask, although with the way they've been heading he's pretty sure he knows the answer.

"Um…" Sam looks unsure for the first time, sweat-damp bangs falling in his eyes, and Blaine sighs and forces himself to calm down.

"Look, I'm not going to run away on you if you want to take this slow. I know you've never done this before and quite frankly I'm still amazed that you've been as open as you have to all of this…"

"Blaine, I don't care that you're a guy," Sam says honestly, and he's said this before so Blaine's inclined to believe him by now. "I just…I've never gone this far with anyone. Quinn's, like, prone to praying as soon as things get too intense," he laughs. "And she was my first real girlfriend. Remember? All boys school?"

"You dated Santana," Blaine replies, because he may be new to McKinley, but Santana's reputation is unprecedented.

"Yeah. About that," Sam scratches his head and looks a little unsure. "She's smoking hot and everything, and she offered, but I couldn't sleep with her. I mean, she's slept with Puck and Finn, right? So it'd be kinda weird knowing that they've been with her like that when I'm so close to both of them, and it just…it didn't feel right," he admits. "So, I'm a virgin."

"Yes, welcome to the club," Blaine mutters. "For the record, I've never had a boyfriend, either."

"So we're both kinda new at this, huh?" Sam's still looking nervous, eyes wide, so Blaine pulls him in again and kisses him.

"Even so, I've done this before. If this is leading where I think it is," he adds, shifting his hips slightly.

"Um…but you said…"

"Despite Dalton's no-bullying policy, there were a lot of closeted boys there. One of the seniors last year came around looking for a hook up and, being young and rather foolish, I obliged him. At least until I figured out that we could only be together behind locked doors," Blaine gives Sam a wry smile. "So no, he definitely wasn't my boyfriend, but he taught me a thing or two."

"So…"

"So, if we're doing this, I need to know if…if you think we can skip Glee, too, because it's going to get messy," Blaine warns, and by the way Sam's eyes darken at the words he's pretty sure they'll be missing Glee, too.

Oh, well. Kurt can fill him in later.

"Is that a yes?"

"Dude, I know Nationals are in a few weeks and everything but…yeah," Sam lowers his head to kiss him again, starting slow but getting increasingly urgent, and Blaine really hopes he doesn't freak out as he slips one hand down Sam's back, resting it just below the waistband of his jeans. "Do you…can I…"

"Whatever you want," Blaine promises, telling himself it's okay to stare as Sam gets onto his knees and strips his shirt off, and then he can't stop himself from touching, running his hands down Sam's lean torso and feeling the muscles ripple under his fingertips. "You're…"

"Yeah?" Sam asks, looking happy.

"Yeah," Blaine agrees, pulling him back in for another kiss and pushing Sam's body down with his hands so that they're pressed against each other. "You're sure about this?"

"Totally," Sam nods, biting his lip a little in a way that to Blaine seems decidedly unsure, but he knows Sam will tell him if he's really uncomfortable so he settles his hands on Sam's hips and pulls him down, thrusting his own hips up at the same time. Sam grunts at the contact but Blaine can feel he's hard through his jeans so that's a good thing. "God, I…"

"Is this okay?" Blaine asks, really hoping that Sam's not going to say 'no' because this could get awkward really fast if he does.

"Okay. Great. Just…" Sam moves his own hips down and Blaine presses up to meet him, the two of them finding a rhythm quickly as Sam covers his mouth, not so much kissing as just gasping against each other's lips, and Blaine keeps his hands steady on Sam's hips to guide him. "Oh…I'm…" Sam's eyes are almost black, hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, and he regains enough composure to tug at the bottom of Blaine's sweater. "C'mon. Fair's fair."

"You don't…"

"Yeah, I do," Sam tugs on his sweater again so Blaine sits up enough to pull it off, gasping at the feel of Sam's hands on his bare chest for the first time. "So. What exactly do you have to be embarrassed about?"

Blaine really doesn't want to have this conversation right now, not when he's so close already, so he joins their mouths again and keeps moving his hips, chests pressed together as Sam gets into it and starts snapping his hips faster.

"Are…are you…"

"Yeah," Blaine moves his hands from Sam's hips to his back, wrapping his arms around the blonde and pulling him as close as he can. "Should we…"

"I…" Sam drives his hips downward again. "I'm…" his eyes go wide and his breath comes out in a sharp huff, body shuddering.

"Oh, God," Blaine keeps his hips pressed up as he comes, holding Sam's forehead against his throat as he tips his head back to ride it out, and Sam's breath is harsh and fast against his neck, their hips pumping a few more times before they both still, Blaine closing his eyes and running one hand through Sam's hair, golden strands slipping through his fingers.

Neither of them speak while they're coming down but Sam keeps flexing his fingers against Blaine's side, vaguely ticklish, and Blaine knows the fact that he's not bolting is the best thing he can ask for. "Wow," the blonde finally comments, pushing himself up to stare in Blaine's eyes. "That was…pretty awesome," he finally admits, laughing a little, and Blaine sighs in relief and kisses him again.

"Good," he nods. "I'm glad you liked it."

"Awesome," Sam repeats, seemingly incapable of saying anything else, and they just lay there for a while, Blaine stroking Sam's shoulder and running his other hand down the other boy's back. "So. You want a ride home?"

"Probably a good idea. I'll need to change," Blaine admits, the cold stickiness in his pants making itself known now that the afterglow has worn off.

"Cool. I'll drop you off at Kurt's," Sam kisses him quickly before hoisting himself up and pulling his shirt back on, hopping into the front seat and starting the vehicle. Blaine grabs the back of the seat to pull himself upright and reaches for his sweater, getting redressed before moving to the passenger's side.

Sam gives him a warm smile as he buckles himself in and they head out of the parking lot, and he knows he's got an identical one on his face.

Kurt may not have had everything to do with bringing him and Sam together, but he definitely deserves a giant thank-you for the part he did play.

000

"Guys? Where're Blaine and Sam?" Mr. Schuester glances around the room, looking confused. "It's not like them to skip…"

"Probably out grinding in Sam's truck," Santana states it like a simple fact, shrugging her shoulders.

"Santana!" Mr. Schuester looks at her sternly but then seems to notice that about half of the Club isn't looking surprised, and he sighs and rubs his temples. "Is this true?"

"Well, they won't like me outing them, but yeah. Trouty Mouth and Frodo are dating," Santana sighs, blowing an errant strand of hair away from her face. Kurt can count the seconds before those that don't know start reacting, and it gets fairly loud for a while until he stands up.

"Alright!" he growls, and everybody turns to look at him. "Yes, Blaine and Sam are dating, but I wouldn't go around advertising it. Finn and I decided to set them up once we realized that Sam liked Blaine and Blaine seemed to think highly of him, plus I felt bad because, while Blaine and I obviously have a connection, this situation could have only ended in him being alone and we wanted to rectify that. And the rest came naturally to them, I suppose," he clears his throat, having a sudden mental image of what Sam and Blaine could be doing, and sits back down, shifting uncomfortably.

"Okay, then," Mr. Schuester claps his hands. "Well, back to Nationals…"

"You're thinking about what they're doing, aren't you?" Finn asks, leaning over and resting a hand on Kurt's thigh, and Kurt nods stiffly. "Hopefully if practice is short we can get home and continue where we left off this morning?" he sounds altogether too hopeful but Kurt can't say he's not having similar thoughts.

"Of course," he agrees and Finn grins at him, looking like a little kid, before turning back to Mr. Schuester and at least pretending to pay attention.

Kurt stares at him for a few more seconds before shaking his head and trying to get back into Glee Club. He shifts again, trying to find a way to comfortably sit in his rather tight pants, and hopes that their meeting is really short today.

Otherwise he thinks he'll probably take Finn right in the hallway, and that might not go over very well with the rest of the school.

Notes:

1. This chapter was just sort of fluffy filler after the angst of the last couple and before the next couple, so I hope everybody enjoyed. And, um, I hope the Blam turned out okay? I've never written smutty Glee stuff other than Finn/Kurt and Blaine/Kurt before, so having Sam in there was new for me.

2.For anybody who's interested, I have a prompt meme open over at LJ where I'm taking the first ten prompts and writing a requested drabble for them. If you want me to write a drabble for you, come on over and leave me a note! It's here: aoitsukikage(.)livejournal(.)com/109277(.)html

3. I think that's it. Again, I hope you all enjoyed, and there will definitely be…things…going on in the next chapter…