A/N: Here we go...off on another adventure. This story is being gifted to klaineship2 as it was her reblog on Tumblr that prompted it.
First, I want to say thank you to my wonderful beta/friend/cheerleader teddyshoney for all of her help thus far and in the future with this story. There is a lot of it out of my comfort zone, and she has cheered me on every step of the way.
I wanted to say a few things before you start reading this story. There will likely be numerous historical inaccuracies, but this is fiction...so really I can do what I want. The first several chapters are set in 1650s London. I went back and forth trying to decide if I wanted to try and have their speech match what it would have been back then, and ultimately decided against it. For the events and even the song, I tried to stay as close to accurate as possible, but again, this is a work of fiction, and I took some liberties with the events.
Secondly, this is a vampire story. If this is not your cup of tea, please don't read. My vampires are a mix of Underworld, Twilight, and my own imaginings. I own none of the ideas I took from those shows/worlds, nor do I own anything Glee related.
Thirdly, this is a soulmate story. Kurt and Blaine will ALWAYS have a happy ending and end up back in the Unknown together when the story concludes.
Lastly, I hope you enjoy this adventure.
When Blaine and Kurt came to, they were back in The Unknown. It was always a bit of a weird transition for them, and it sometimes took them several moments to regain their senses. Every time they arrived, though, they remembered every adventure they'd had before and were eager to choose the next one. As they stood next to one another, hands clasped as always, they looked into each other's eyes.
"What just happened?" Kurt asked, breathless. "We were young and in love, and now, we're here."
"Your book," Blaine answered, staring at Kurt's mouth. "We were in your book, and then…"
Without another word, they leapt at one another, mouths colliding in a spectacular kiss, a kiss full of passion, love, and lust. They couldn't stop. They felt an insatiable need to have their mouths on one another.
The man behind the podium let their display go on for several minutes; to the boys, it could have been hours for all they cared. As long as their lips were attached to each other, they were happy.
"You know..." the man said, hoping his words could penetrate the cloud of lust that was surrounding his two favorite people. He had been doing this job since the beginning of time. He'd seen many couples come through The Unknown in his time. There were very few other people in history who had the honor of eternal soulmates bestowed upon them. But, of all of them, he liked Kurt and Blaine the best. They chose the best adventures to go on, and he hoped that they would like his next suggestion. "There's a place you can go where the soulbond is solidified when you kiss each other."
That got the boys' attention, and they broke apart for a moment. When they looked into each other's eyes, they silently agreed that they didn't even care where or when it was as long as they could feel like this, and possibly more, when they kissed. "That sounds amazing," Kurt said breathlessly, his eyes transfixed on Blaine's lips.
"Let's do it," Blaine agreed and went back to kissing his love.
"This one won't be easy," the man said. "It will be worth it, though. Are you sure?"
"Yes," Blaine panted, not taking his mouth from Kurt's. "Please, send us there."
"Enjoy your time in London," the man said and sent them on their way.
One night in 1650 on opposite ends of London, two mothers, Elizabeth and Marie, told their sons, Kurt and Blaine, a story their older ones had heard numerous times before. Whenever a strange death occurred, the story would be shared more often, especially by those who were suspicious of whoever or whatever had caused the mysterious death. The first and only time these boys heard this story was on that particular night.
"The cold ones among us
Have been here so long.
With an appetite for blood,
They feel they belong.
The cold ones will suffer
From many a fate:
Garlic or holy water
The sun or a stake.
Always be wary
Keep watch for a sign
Cast your eyes down
Lest they think you divine.
My warning to you:
Stay in at night.
That's when they feed;
They may give you a fright."
"There are creatures out there we don't understand," the mothers told their sons. "The only thing we know is that they mean us great harm. This is why you must never go out at night; that is when they will find you and take you from us."
"Yes, Mother," the boys answered.
A/N: The poem used is an original by myself and teddyshoney.