Over their winter break, Kurt and Blaine spent almost all of their waking hours together. Burt and Elizabeth, of course, commandeered Kurt when they wanted family time, but they also understood that family now included Blaine. Sometimes, though, they just wanted to spend time with their son.
It was a rare afternoon when Kurt had the house to himself that he heard a knock on the door. His parents had driven to Columbus for the weekend, partially to have some time to themselves, but the trip also doubled to see a specialist regarding Elizabeth's injury. Blaine was spending some much-needed brother time with Elliot. He had told Kurt that they were going to go run in the woods, and Kurt had learned how sacred that time was to the two of them.
When Kurt opened the door and saw Sebastian standing there, he was confused. "Is everything okay?"
"Why would something be wrong?" Sebastian asked.
Kurt didn't have an answer for that and wasn't quite sure why that had been his reaction to seeing the vampire on his doorstep. He motioned for Seb to come in and asked if he could get him anything.
"No, thank you," Sebastian said and then followed Kurt into the living room, taking a seat on the couch Kurt was sitting on. "I know that this is a little out of the blue for me to come and see you like this. It's something I've been wanting to do for a while, though."
"What's up?" Kurt asked, intrigued.
"Well, it's about several things, actually," Sebastian answered. "Feeding, sex, and turning."
"Okay," Kurt replied. "I'm guessing that you are going to give me the low-down on what it's like to be a human with a vampire mate and then the changes that will happen once I'm turned?"
"You are very smart, Mr. Hummel," Sebastian replied with a smile, the slightest bit of fang peeking through his parted lips. "Do you have a preference on where we start?"
Kurt thought about it for a moment before answering, "Sex, I think. Well, anything about being intimate, I suppose. We've done some things, and I'm not asking you to give me pointers or anything like that."
"I know what you mean, Kurt," Sebastian said with a chuckle. At Kurt's nod, Sebastian continued. "Elliot never once bit me until I was ready. The main difference in our relationship from yours and Blaine's, though, is that I was older when I met Elliot. We didn't have to wait so long between when we started being intimate and my turning, only about three years give or take a few months. Something you'll learn about me, too, is that I'm a possessive asshole. The first time Elliot ever told me about him having to feed from people at the brothel was the last time it happened. Neither one of us thought about the consequences of what we were doing either. Honestly, I'm not sure it would have made a difference to us. My point is-and I'm not answering this in the order you wanted at all, but I promise, I have a point-I am in awe of the maturity that you both have regarding feeding. Back to sex. Elliot and I sort of jumped right into that, too. It is like he was made specifically for me. Or me for him since he's older, I guess, and everything just is right between us when it comes to intimacy."
"You're not going to give me details, are you?" Kurt asked, and he wasn't quite sure if he wanted Sebastian to say that he was or that he wasn't.
Sebastian looked at Kurt's face and could tell that he wasn't sure if he wanted Seb to share details or not. "For now, no details. When El and I started being intimate, we talked a lot. We talked about what we were comfortable with and what we weren't. Neither one of us had been with anyone else, and we both loved that we'd get to learn with each other. With each new experience, though, it was like our bodies and souls knew what to do, and our instincts took over. I never once feared that he was going to hurt me or do something we hadn't talked about first. And that included him feeding from me during sex of any form."
"That… That eases my mind some," Kurt said. "Not that I ever think Blaine would hurt me or lose control. I guess it's just nice to hear your story."
"I'm happy that part could help," Sebastian replied. "Now, are you ready to intertwine the sex and the feeding talk?"
"Yes," Kurt breathed out. "Um…" he said, closing his eyes and trying to get himself under control. Whenever he thought about anything sexual with Blaine and then added in his mate biting him, he got so unbelievably turned on, he usually had to orgasm before he'd be able to think properly again.
"Go on upstairs," Sebastian said, understanding what Kurt was struggling with. "I'll be here when you get back."
Kurt didn't respond. He got up and went to his bedroom, unbuttoning his pants and leaning right there, up against the closed door. Kurt closed his eyes and gripped his erection firmly. As he stroked himself the way he loved, Kurt played through the scene in his head: Blaine giving him the beginnings of a blow job and then sinking his fangs down into this femoral artery, causing Kurt to orgasm all over his belly while his mate took a few sips of Kurt's blood and then sealed the wounds before licking up all of Kurt's cum. When the Kurt in his vision came, so did he, with a shout. He knew that Sebastian would hear him, and he honestly didn't care. Seb knew what he was doing and why he was doing it, and it somehow made him feel closer to the vampire than he'd ever considered being.
It took Kurt a couple of minutes to come down from his orgasm and have his breathing even out. When he did, he tucked himself back into his pants and went into his en-suite bathroom to grab a wet washcloth to clean off the door. Once he'd washed his hands, Kurt went back downstairs and joined Seb on the couch once more.
Sebastian started talking once Kurt was settled like nothing had happened, and Kurt was eternally grateful for it. "After Blaine starts feeding from you, he will likely want to bite you when you're being intimate. This is different than when he's actually feeding, though."
"Oh?" Kurt asked.
"Yes," Sebastian answered. "When he's feeding, he's nourishing his body. You are essentially providing him with what he needs to live. It is our most sacred of customs. When you are being intimate, though, the bites and nibbles are different. Your blood literally changes when you're aroused. It's not something that has been studied by anyone other than our extended family; why would it be? Before I was turned, well, even still, Elliot loved to nibble and take little sips from me when we were being intimate. He told me once that it was like being doubly aroused because he could taste my arousal. After I was turned, I got to see, well, taste, firsthand what that meant when I nibbled from him when we were intimate."
"That's really cool that you were able to see what he was feeling-tasting-after you were turned," Kurt replied. "So, what changed for you after you were turned?"
"Besides the obvious, not a whole lot," Sebastian answered. "Well, some of my features sharpened up. Any baby fat I had left was gone. It was almost like the turning process filled my body out into its most optimal shape."
"That makes sense," Kurt interjected. "I haven't really discussed this with Blaine, but I notice some differences in his body, too. It fits what you just described."
"Other than that, though, the only real change is my diet," Seb offered. "I love that I can still eat my favorite foods, but I know that it won't sustain me. I love the connection I have with Elliot, that I can feel it more now."
"How so?" Kurt asked. He wasn't sure that his and Blaine's connection could get much stronger if he was being honest with himself.
"Well, Elliot described it to me this way," Sebastian began and curled up to get comfortable on the couch in a way that he wasn't before. "When he fed from me before I was turned, he said it was like his blood kept searching for something, like it was actively trying to find something. After I was turned and we drank from each other, he said that feeling stopped."
"Do you think it's like that with everyone?" Kurt asked. This wasn't something that Blaine had ever mentioned to him.
"I'm not sure," Sebastian replied. "This is the first time I've talked about it with anyone that wasn't Elliot. It's not that anyone in our family wouldn't be willing to talk to us about it or anything like that. I guess it is just that we don't really need answers to know that it's right."
"That makes so much sense to me," Kurt replied. "Thank you for sharing that with me. And, if anything, it resigns me to waiting to let Blaine feed from me even more. I know that he's waited so long to feed from me, and while I don't want to have to make him wait any longer, I know that it's the best decision."
"I'm not going to tell you one way or another what you should do, Kurt," Sebastian said. "Your instincts, both of your guys' instincts, are good. You'll know when the time is right to take each and every step you guys take together."
"Thanks, Seb," Kurt replied.
"And, just as something to keep in mind," Sebastian continued, "Josiah, myself, and even Blaine have developed some ways of storing blood. We always have a surplus on hand, and if it happens that you and Blaine decide to take that step, regardless of when it is, we can store some of your blood for him, just in case anything were to ever happen to you. This wasn't something we had the luxury of when I was human. Thankfully, none of us have ever had to deal with that, but it sure made us breathe easier when we were able to cryo-freeze some of Brittany's blood before she was turned."
"I will keep that in mind, Seb," Kurt said. "Thank you."
The pair talked for another hour about their interests, finding out that they were kindred spirits and were very much looking forward to having an eternal friendship.
Over the next year, Kurt and Blaine took their time relearning each other's bodies. Kurt did lend a hand on multiple occasions as Blaine played with "Little Kurt." At one point, Kurt asked Blaine if he could carve a replica of himself for Kurt to use. Being a little out of practice, it took Blaine a few weeks to get the rose quartz replica just right, but the smile on Kurt's face when he did was worth all of the mistakes and broken pieces of quartz he had gone through.
The first night Kurt asked Blaine to be there with him when he used it was as the new year rang in after Kurt had turned 17. They were alone at Blaine's house, the rest of the family going overseas to visit family. Blaine prepared Kurt with his tongue and fingers, getting lost in the heady scent of Kurt's most intimate parts. The moment that the quartz entered him, he was taken back to their first time and was so emotional he couldn't go any further.
"I didn't anticipate that it would affect me like that," Kurt said once his sobs had died down and he was cuddled in Blaine's safe arms.
"I think that there will be a lot of things as we move forward that we won't anticipate," Blaine offered. "The one thing I do know with absolute certainty, though, is that I'll be here every step of the way. And if it's too much for you to take me into you, even inanimately, that's not a problem with me at all."
"You're amazing, you know that?" Kurt asked.
"You might have mentioned it a time or two," Blaine said with a cheeky grin on his face.
"I fully believe that I will be able to take you into me at some point in time," Kurt explained. "I want that connection with you. I just think, right now, it's still too early."
"We're not on any sort of time schedule, love," Blaine replied.
The rest of the year passed with the two of them growing closer and closer. They fumbled here and there, but they always, always found their footing together and moved past all of their hurdles.
As Kurt's 18th birthday was approaching, he knew how he wanted to spend it. It was something that the two of them had been talking about, something they had been planning and knew exactly how it would happen when it did. They were both simply waiting for Kurt to give the signal.
Kurt's birthday fell on a Thursday that year. After planning and discussing details with his parents and Quinn, it was decided that there would be a big dinner that night and then Friday, after school, Kurt would surprise Blaine with a trip to New York. Quinn helped secure them a place to stay, one of the family apartments to be exact, and had arranged food for Blaine as well. Burt and Elizabeth were glad to be able to spend the night of their son's birthday with him and didn't mind at all that he would be leaving that weekend.
The weekend was nothing short of perfection. Ezri traveled with the couple, and once they were at the house, she basically stayed out of the way until she was called for feeding. Saturday, Blaine showed Kurt around some of his favorite places in the city, and he could sense that his mate was keeping something from him, though it didn't feel bad.
After Blaine fed that night, he found out what the whole purpose of their little getaway was when he stepped into their bedroom, and Kurt was laying on the bed, naked. He had his cock in his hand and was lazily stroking it. When Blaine raised a single eyebrow in question, Kurt simply nodded, and Blaine knew that it was time. He slowly disrobed, and it was as he was crawling up on the bed that he noticed the lube. They had discussed using condoms and decided against it. Neither one of them had ever been with anyone else, and they wanted their connection to be without any barriers.
The moment Kurt entered Blaine, it was like electricity was crackling in the air around them. The emotions they were both emitting were so intense that they couldn't look away from each other. They were lost in each other's eyes, in each other's souls, and it felt like this act was reforming the bond they'd had when they'd made love the first time, only stronger. This bond felt like it could never be broken, regardless of anything that happened to them in life or death.
They cried out their climaxes at the same time, and once they caught their breath, they sealed their eternal bond with a kiss. Feeling the weight of their bond shifting, though having no idea what exactly had happened, only that it had, the two rested their foreheads against each other's and breathed the same air.
"I love you," Kurt whispered, breaking the silence that had washed over them.
"I love you," Blaine whispered back, his radiant smile lighting up the room.
"We're going to have to talk to Santana when we get back," Kurt said.
"You can feel it, too, then?" Blaine asked.
"I can," Kurt replied.
The pair made love multiple times over until it was time to leave. While they never wanted to leave their little love nest, they were excited to get back, not only to talk to Santana but to continue on with their lives. When they talked to Santana, though, they were disappointed in what she told them.
"Look," she said after they'd asked her yet again if there was anything different in their bond, "there are some things that you don't need to know. Your bond is still there and bright, isn't that enough?"
It was that question that made them stop asking her. They knew she was right. As long as their bond was intact and bright, nothing else mattered.
Kurt, Blaine, Quinn, Santana, and Brittany all graduated the following May, and they decided that they would all head back to New York for college. Since Sebastian had gotten his power and started really using it, the Edwards family didn't really stick to the previous moving schedule like the rest of the extended family had to. Kurt had asked his parents if they wanted to move with them, and they had declined.
"Sweetheart, this is the time when you're supposed to get out there and live your life," Elizabeth told him. "We'll be right here whenever you want to come home and visit, and of course, we'll fly there to see you, too."
"I just want to spend as much time with you as I can," Kurt replied. "I know that I can always go back to college later, so maybe I'll just stay here with you for a few years."
"Kurt, no," Burt said and looked to his wife for guidance. At seeing her nod, Burt sat down beside his son and picked up his hand to hold. "We've made a decision about the whole vampire thing. We want to be turned, but not until you are."
No words came out of Kurt's mouth. He simply looked back and forth from one parent to the next like a fish out of water.
"You have been the light of our life, and we decided that it would be foolish on our parts to turn down such an opportunity," Elizabeth added. "So, you're going to go to New York with your family and come visit us when you can. We're not going anywhere. And, it's my understanding that Matthew and Ava are going to live in the Edwards house for a few years while you're all in New York."
"That makes me feel safer, knowing that one of them will be near," Kurt said. "And you guys are sure? This isn't something that can be undone."
"We're sure," his parents replied at the same time.
When they got to New York, Blaine and Elliot decided to work on their music. They even started a band called Glitter Rock Vampires and dressed in dark clothing and eyeliner. The band never got big, which was fine by them. They enjoyed playing small shows and showcasing their original music.
Kurt got into Parsons after debating back and forth whether or not he wanted to perform or design. He loved doing both but felt like singing was more of a hobby than a career choice. It helped that his mate was in a band, and every once in a while, the whole family would join in during a song or two during shows.
They were all flourishing in New York, though Kurt always felt like something was missing. On the morning of his 20th birthday, he instantly knew what it was and how to remedy it. Throughout the day, he had talked to Sebastian who had helped him get everything ready. Seb had booked them a room at The Plaza. Once they got into the room, everything would be waiting for them.
Upon entering the Fitzgerald Suite, both of the boys gasped at the sight in front of them. The room felt right if that was possible. As they looked around, they saw an old gramophone and tasteful artwork that fit the overall theme of the room. There was food waiting for them on the table, and after they put their overnight bags down, they ate.
"So, I had all of these spectacular plans for your birthday only to be told by Seb to cancel them and that you were treating me," Blaine said as he cut up his steak and then moaned around the taste of it.
The moan went straight to Kurt's cock that had been half-hard all day in anticipation for the night's events. "I'm sorry I ruined any plans you had, love. I really just wanted a quiet night of just the two of us."
"We can always do my plans some other time," Blaine replied.
They ate the rest of their meal and talked about upcoming school projects and life in general. Once they were done eating, Blaine began to get a little fidgety.
"Love?" he asked, and at Kurt's "Hmm?" he continued, "I didn't feed before we left since I didn't know what we were doing. Would you mind if I ran home here in a little bit and did that?"
Kurt didn't say anything in response to that. As he unbuttoned his shirt and placed it and his undershirt on the back of the chair, Blaine's breathing started to speed up. He didn't want to guess at what his mate might be doing, because he knew if he let himself hope and then it didn't happen, he would be crushed.
When Kurt crawled up on the bed, though, and placed the pillows behind his back so he could lean against them and then bared his neck to his mate, Blaine's heart soared, and his fangs began to ache in a way they never had before. "Actually, I would mind that very much."
"Are you—" Blaine cut himself off. He knew better than to ask his mate if he was sure about something he was offering. "I love you. I love you more than I ever thought I could love anyone. And each day, my love for you grows. You… Kurt, you complete me. You complete every single thing about me, and whenever we find the person or being or deity that put us together on this eternal path, I want to throw myself on the ground in thanks that they chose me to be your soulmate."
Blaine crawled up on the bed and kissed the tears leaking out of his mate's eyes.
"I love you, too," Kurt whispered. Their kiss was so tender and powerful that he could feel it in his toes. After their lips parted who knew how much longer, Kurt again bared his neck to his mate and looked deep within his soul. "I trust you. I love you. I want to sustain you. I want to share my life, all of it, with you."
Blaine's self-control was wavering, and his fangs ached even more. "I'm grateful to you for sharing your lifeblood with me," he said, not breaking eye contact with Kurt until he leaned down and licked the spot he was going to feed from.
The moment that Blaine's fangs punctured Kurt's skin, both of them gasped.
Blaine was right. He had never in all of his years tasted anything as good as Kurt's blood. As he took his first swallow, his own blood clung to it. It was like the two bloods were dancing together in a perfect waltz, happy to finally be joined. Blaine knew that he would never, ever get enough of this ambrosia, yet he knew exactly when to stop before he harmed Kurt.
Kurt, for his part, was suspended in a state of bliss. He felt Blaine's fangs enter his skin and puncture the holes from which he would feed. He felt every single pull Blaine made as he sucked Kurt's blood into his mouth. He felt each movement of Blaine's lips and every minuscule movement of his tongue. He felt his cock getting harder and harder until he was cumming in his pants without being touched as Blaine detached himself from Kurt's neck and licked over the wounds to close them.
Blaine sat there for what felt like hours. He was in a panic as he held his mate who was shivering and crying. According to the clock that was sitting by the bedside, it had only been five minutes since Blaine had crawled on the bed when Kurt's breathing finally evened out.
"Please tell me I didn't hurt you," Blaine brokenly whispered.
"No…" Kurt croaked out, his throat dry.
Blaine reached over and got a cup of water and a straw, placing it in Kurt's mouth. After he had taken a few slow sips, Kurt tried talking again.
"You didn't hurt me," he said, making sure to look Blaine in the eyes so he could tell that he was speaking the truth from his soul. "That was the single most intensely erotic experience of my life, and it made me so overwhelmed with my love for you I didn't know what to do with it."
Blaine breathed easier after hearing that. "My love for you overwhelms me each and every day. There was nothing anyone ever could have told me to prepare for that, though. It was transcendent. Thank you for sharing yourself with me in that way."
"I love you, Blaine," Kurt said and then turned his head, loving the dull ache where the puncture wounds were, to kiss his mate.
"I love you, too, Kurt," Blaine replied. "Happy birthday."
The two soulmates spent the rest of the night finding all of the places Kurt loved to be nibbled on, and when Blaine bit and suckled from his femoral artery, Kurt came harder than he ever had in his life.
"Even better than my fantasies," he said before he drifted to sleep that night, secure in the arms of his eternal mate.