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Chapter 8: Secrets Revealed

"Did Wes fall down the stairs?" Kurt asked, not looking up.

Jeff nodded. "Yep. The twins buttered the stairs in hopes of getting Thad, but they got Tabitha and Wes instead."

"Oh, we heard the screaming." Blaine said, shaking his head.

David scoffed. "I think the entirety of Dalton heard the screaming."

"Rude." Wes pouted, crossing his arms.

Nick sighed. "How long has he been working there?" He asked, gesturing to Blaine.

"Too long." Kurt muttered, jumping off of the table and tugging at Blaine's arms. "Honey, you need to take a break." He insisted, causing the New Directions' eyebrows to shoot up.

Blaine shook his head, but it was obvious that he was starting to relent. "I've got to get this finished. Dad is expecting me to."

"Devon will understand." Kurt said, pulling Blaine gently away. "He wouldn't want you fainting from exhaustion. What was it that you wanted to talk to us about?" He asked, turning around for the first time and noticing the New Directions, before freezing from shock.

"Jeff found them on his rounds." David explained. "They're refugees."

Kurt sighed, raking his hand across his face, in a motion that surprised the New Directions, as it was not something that had ever seen him do. "Sebastian hit Lima."

"What happened to you two?" Mercedes asked in shock. "We were told you were dead! For two years!"

Blaine and Kurt looked at each other hesitantly. "Let's go to the common room." Blaine finally said. "Its better for this kind of conversation."

The group of teenagers left the room, heading down the same hallway in complete silence. The vampires having no clue what to say to the people who thought they were dead, and the New Directions having no clue what to say to the people they thought were dead.

David opened the door, and they stepped into the room, the New Directions looking around in surprise. It was a very large room, with the entirety of the far wall filled with windows that, before the war, looked out onto the beautiful New York City skyline. Now, it showed the burning buildings and rubble that had become extremely common everywhere. On the other walls were bookshelves, along with computer tables. The center of the room was filled mostly with plush chairs and tables. There was one large couch across from a TV. There were several boys in the room, but when they saw the situation, they grabbed their stuff, shooting the New Directions smiles as they went.

"So, I'm sure you have a lot of questions." Kurt said, as they sat down.

Mercedes nodded, her face stony. "What the hell Kurt? We thought you were dead for two fucking years!"

"What do you all know about vampire culture before the war?" Blaine asked.

Quinn frowned. "Not much. What does that have to do with anything?"

"As I'm sure you all know, Dalton used to be an all-boys vampire school. Before the war, vampires took great care in keeping their existence a secret. That's where the vampire schools come in." Blaine explained. "When a vampire turns fifteen, they unlock their mating bond, which allows them to find their mate, since vampires mate for life. In vampire culture, before the war, if they lived in an all or mostly human community, they would go to their school one last time, on their fifteenth birthday, just in case their mate goes to the school, then they would leave for one of the vampire schools. There were all-girls, all-boys, and co-ed options. After that, their death would be faked, so that no one from their old life would try to find them."

Mercedes blinked back at him. "And this is important, how?"

"What day were Kurt and I declared dead?" Blaine asked her.

The New Directions' eyes widened, the implication of what Blaine had said finally settling in. Blaine grinned, his glittering fangs finally exposed.

"Blaine, David, Wes, Jeff, and Nick are the born vamps." Kurt explained.

Their conversation was interrupted by Trent, who stuck his head through the common room door. "I hate to interrupt your conversation, but there are three adults here to see the New Directions."

"What are their names?" Rachel demanded, leaping up.

"Mr. Schue and Mr. and Mr. Berry." Trent revealed.

"I wonder how much farther it is." Hiram questioned, eight days after they had first left Lima.

Leroy shrugged. "I'm not sure. Hopefully not much farther."

"Look up here!" Mr. Schue yelled from up ahead, where he had moved to give the husbands some space.

Hiram and Leroy hurried up to the ridge, where Mr. Schue was standing. Below them were the towering skyscrapers of New York City, some still on fire, and rubble scattered around, evidence of the ongoing war that had upturned all of their lives.

"We made it! We made it!" Hiram cried in excitement, picking up Leroy and twirling him around, who laughed.

Mr. Schue grinned at them. "Let's go find the kids."

The three adults ran down the hill, quickly crossing over the George Washington Bridge, and into Manhattan.

"Where do we go from here?" Mr. Schue asked, looking around.

Hiram looked down at the piece of paper in his hand, an exact copy of the paper he had given Mercedes over a week ago. "We find this address."

"I think we're close." Leroy said, looking at the street sign in front of him. It was beat up and knocked over, the pole bent and the sign banged up, but the street name, reading "South Oak Lane," the same street name as the address for the shelter, was visible.

Hiram, Leroy, and Mr. Schue began to run down the road, racing towards the gate, side stepping the three bodies in the road. "Hey! Hey!" They screamed, banging on the gate. "Let us in!"

A tall, blonde boy with bright blue eyes and the stature of an athlete looked up in suprise from his seat on the guard tower, before jumping down and pulling open the gate, letting them in.

"Is this the shelter?" Mr. Schue finally asked, having taken a minute to catch his breath.

The boy nodded and began to lead them down the street. "Yeah, this is Dalton. I'm Ethan."

"Did a group of kids show up here yesterday? My daughter, Rachel, is among them." Hiram asked, desperately.

Ethan froze, but nodded. "Yes, the New Directions are here. I can take you to them."

He led them down the street and up to one of the many brownstones, before pushing open the door. They had stepped into a large lobby, with corridors stretching in every direction. The furniture was all a rich, deep mahogany, with velvet cushions on the chairs. A grand, spiral staircase stood in the center, leading up to the second floor, which was visible through the balcony, and contained several more corridors. The decor around the room gave the entire place a Victorian feel. And everywhere you looked, were people, bustling around. There were mostly teenagers, both girls and boys, walking around, but there were some children and adults as well.

A short, brunette boy looked up when they entered. "Hey Ethan!" He said, waving. "Who's this?" He questioned, looking around Ethan at the three adults.

"What exactly are your names?" Ethan asked, turning to them.

"I'm Will Schuester." Mr. Schue said, introducing himself. "And this is Hiram and Leroy Berry."

Ethan turned back to Trent. "They're looking for the New Directions."

Trent nodded and disappeared around the corner. Five minutes later, the sound of footsteps made them look up, and what they saw, made their jaws drop.

As Kurt hurried after Trent, with the New Directions and the vampires, towards the side staircase, he bit his lip in worry. It was one thing to face the New Directions, it was another thing to face his old teacher. Mr. Schue may have not always made the best choices, but he cared, which you couldn't say for the majority of teachers at McKinley.

"Hey," Blaine said, bumping his hip. "Stop worrying."

Kurt sighed. "I can't help it."

"We faced the New Directions, we can face Mr. Schue." Blaine assured him.

They walked down the staircase, and emerged into the main lobby, and for the first time in two years, Blaine and Kurt were faced with their old teacher.

"Dads!" Rachel cried, running across the room to her dads, jumping into their arms.

Hiram and Leroy pulled her into a tight hug, before pulling back to look at her. "You're okay." Hiram gasped out.

"I'm okay." Rachel nodded, smiling.

"What about our parents?" Tina asked, softly.

Leroy turned to look at her, before sadly shaking his head. "We were the only ones. I'm sorry."

"What happened?" Puck asked.

Hiram sighed. "It was shortly after we sent you all away to New York. We were all in the living room, when we heard a banging on the door. Leroy and I told everyone to stay put and went to answer it. Three of the vampire guards were there, and they asked how many humans and vampires were in the house. When we told them twenty one humans and no vampires, they bombed the house."

By the time Hiram had finished the story, all of the New Directions, even Puck, were crying.

"Hey, its a party down here." A voice called out, causing everyone to look up. Paul was standing at the top of the still buttered staircase, about to take a step.

Wes' mouth dropped open in shock. "Paul no!" He yelled, running towards the stairs.

But it was too late. The whole group watch with alarm, as Paul took a step, his feet flying out from under him, as he tumbled head over heals down the stairs, hitting the bottom with a groan.

"Paul!" A voice yelled, and Gideon came running around the corner, crouching on the ground next to his best friend. "Are you okay?" He asked, hesitantly.

Paul nodded, shakily standing up. "I did not mean to do that."

"Someone needs to clean those stairs." Blaine said, shaking his head.

Wes nodded. "It should be the twins. They were the ones who buttered the stairs in the first place."

"Will someone explain what's going on?" Mr. Schue asked, frustrated.

They were interrupted from explaining by Burt Hummel, who came running out of one of the rooms to the right of the hallway. "You all need to see this." He told them, coming to a stop in the lobby.

Nodding, all the Warblers turned to follow him, the New Directions shrugging and following as well, unsure what to do.

"What's going on?" Blaine asked, as they filed into the room, filled with computers and monitors.

Pam Anderson looked up when they walked in. "Sebastian is making his move." She told them, pointing to a blinking dot on the monitor in front of them. "He's advancing on Dalton."

"We always knew this day would come." Wes said, sighing. "Its not like he doesn't know where we are."

The teenagers looked at each other, unsure about what to do. "What happens next?" Trent finally asked.

"We prepare for the fight." Devon told them. "But I am not having you go out first. We'll send out the House Guard first, and then if we absolutely have to, I'll send you out. But I'm not risking all of your lives if I don't have to." In the distance, the bell rang, singling that it was time for lunch. "Go," he told them. "We can talk about this later."

They all nodded and exited the room. "Follow us." Wes told them, as the Warblers led the New Directions towards the dining hall.

Ten minutes later, they had all sat down at the Warblers normal table, dragging chairs over for the New Directions, and had gotten their food. Giggling, Jeff reached across to Rachel's salad, stealing a cherry tomato, before throwing it at David, who scowled at him.

"I haven't had a chance to do that in two years, not since Kurt stopped getting salads." Jeff said, giggling.

Mercedes looked at him oddly. "Why would Kurt stop getting salads? Also, where are your lunches?" She asked, pointing to Kurt, Blaine, Jeff, and Nick.

The entire table froze, realizing they had yet to tell the New Directions about Kurt's turning.

"You know I'm Blaine's mate, right?" Kurt asked, finally breaking the silence.

Mercedes nodded. "Yeah."

"Well, there's a lot more to it, then just us dating." Kurt explained. "As you know, vampires mate for life. But, if the mate is human, different rules apply. They'll eventually have to be turned. I'm not human anymore." He told them.

Mercedes looked at him in shock. "How long?" She finally asked.

"Two years." Kurt told her.

"That doesn't explain why you aren't eating." Mercedes said, still confused. "Wouldn't you be drinking blood?"

Kurt smiled at Blaine. "Oh I do drink blood. But it would be a little inappropriate to do that here. Don't you think babe?"

"We did not need to know that." Sam said, shaking his head.

Jeff laughed. "Mated vampires can't stomach blood from anyone other than their mates. Its part of the reason why mates are so important to vampire society."

"How many of you are mated?" Tina asked, interested.

"Just Blaine and Kurt, and Jeff and Nick among the Warblers." David told her. "But there's others at Dalton, especially with all the refugees these days."

Mercedes suddenly started laughing, causing everyone to turn and look at her. "I'm sorry," she said, wiping the tears from her eyes. "But I'm just thinking about the time Figgins thought Tina was a vampire, and we all made fun of him, cause vampires weren't real."

"I remember that." Blaine said, starting to laugh. "It was the funniest thing to sit there, listening to all of you talk about how vampires aren't real, when I was a vampire."

As the entire table dissolved into laughter, the adults watched from the door.

"I wish they could be children for a bit longer." Devon said, sadly.

Pam put her hand on his shoulder. "Then let them be. They don't have to grow up right now."

"They're the only ones who can stop him, Pam." Devon told her. "You know this. They're more powerful then they know. It has to be them."

Burt shook his head. "If you asked me two years ago, if this is what my life would be like, I wouldn't have believed you."

"Oh how the times have changed." Mr. Schue agreed.

Cooper sighed. "I hope Squirt will be okay."

"We can only hope." Amanda agreed.

"What happens now?" Rachel asked, twenty minutes later, when they had finished their lunch.

Blaine turned to her. "We should go back to the same room as before. We need to come up with a plan to take down Sebastian."

They walked through the door, causing all the adults to look up from the various monitors and computers they were watching.

"Now that you're all back." Devon said. "We can get to planning."

Blaine turned to the monitors. "Sebastian's forces are here, and here." He said, pointing to two dots. "Knowing Sebastian, he'll be in the center. He thinks he'll win no matter what, so he doesn't hide. If we cut him off from the forces, we can kill him."

"You're going to be an amazing leader one day." Devon told his son, before turning back to everyone else. "You heard the plan. I'll get the House Guard ready to attack. None of you go out, you hear me." He told the teenagers. "It's too risky. You all can go."

Both the New Directions and the Warblers nodded and left, heading back towards the common room. "We aren't going to listen to your dad, are we?" Mike asked, once they were out of earshot.

"Nope." Blaine said, shaking his head. "Dad means well, but he doesn't understand that we're the ones who need to take Sebastian down. He was a part of the Warblers, we should have noticed something was off."

"Of course he means well, he's the king." Ethan pointed out, making all the New Directions freeze in shock.

"WHAT?!"

Rachel stared at him incredulously. "That makes you what, a prince?"

Blaine nodded. "Yep."

"He's a royal dolphin." Brittana said, awestruck.

Jeff cleared his throat. "His full title is Prince Blaine Devon Anderson of the Royal House of the High Vampire, but he gets pissed when you call him that."

"And my title is Prince Consort Kurt Elizabeth Hummel of the Royal House of the High Vampire." Kurt said, grinning. "Its a mouthful." He shrugged.

Mercedes looked at the Warblers. "So are all of you royalty?"

"Nah," Jeff said, shaking his head. "Nick, Wes, David, and I are, but the rest are just peasants."

Gideon flipped him off. "Fuck you Jeff."

"You love me." Jeff said, grinning.

"Debatable." Gideon muttered.

"So, what's the plan?" Quinn asked, as they entered the common room.

Raphael, Thad, and Simon looked up from the computers they were fiddling with. "We created a program to loop the security footage." Raphael told them.

"That way, if anybody checks to see where we are, they'll just see us in the common room, talking." Simon explained, grinning.

Tina looked down from the window. "But how are we going to get out? I don't think we can just walk out the door, and this window is too high to jump out."

"That's where we come in." The twins chorused, twin grins on their faces.

"We will cause."

"A distraction."

"Maybe a."

"Paint ball war."

"Or a Nerf gun war."

"We'll think."

"Of something."

"Big."

Mike nodded. "We need weapons if we're going to take down Sebastian."

"I've got that covered mi amico." Francesco said, grinning and pulling knives out of his blazer, along with kicking a quiver of arrows, a bow, and several swords out from under the couch. "I'm a terrific ladro."

Blaine grinned. "Let's do this."

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