Welcome to our next story!!! This one will probably be kind of short, roughly 9-10 chapters, but we actually have plans for a sequel if it's well received. This story will be lighter than COH, but fear not! There will be angst lol. We hope you enjoy! - A and K
Disclaimer: we do not own Glee or the characters, nor the music used in this fic.
Warnings: course language, self-hating thoughts, possible sexual scenes in later chapters. We will put additional warnings as we see fit.
Kurt was staring at the hulking gates that housed Dalton Academy, both foreboding and opulent. He almost wanted to turn around and run back home, but a warm hand slipped into his. Turning his head, he looked into deep hazel eyes. A smile crept onto his lips.
"You ready?" Blaine Anderson's smile warmed Kurt's cold heart. His nerves quieted as he squeezed his best friend's hand and Blaine smiled down at their linked hands.
"I think so."
Kurt looked back at the intimidating gates. Blaine pulled him towards them. This was the start of a new chapter. Inside the gates, they made their way to the dorms which, according to Blaine, were on the opposite side of campus. Kurt was grateful that he had someone like Blaine to show him where everything was, otherwise he would be even more lost than he already was.
They passed buildings carved out of stone and wood, that couldn't be described as anything less than regal. It was a wondrous mix of old world and modern. Kurt couldn't believe this was where he would be going to school for the next two years.
"It's all very…" Kurt started, but couldn't summon a word to describe it.
"Amazing?"
"Intimidating." They said both at the same time.
Blaine looked over at Kurt.
"Sorry, it's just, a lot. It's just not what I'm used to." He gave Blaine a strained smile.
Blaine gave him a gentle one in return. "I know, it's a lot, but you'll fit right in! Trust me." Blaine put a reassuring arm around his shoulders, making Kurt's brain slide to a grinding halt. Not for the last time, he wished he could will his feelings away. They were best friends. That's all they would ever be. No matter how damn flirty Blaine was with him.
Kurt wanted to trust Blaine. It wasn't that he didn't think he would find friends or enjoy his time there. He just knew he would never truly fit in. That would never happen, but Blaine made him feel like anything was possible. As they continued their walk, Blaine pointed to a large building the had a sprawling patio on its side.
"That's the cafeteria. Guess it's roast beef day."
Kurt crinkled his nose at Blaine, confused. "How do you know?" he asked.
Blaine answered without looking at him. "I can smell it. You can't?"
Kurt shrugged. He couldn't smell it, but it didn't really interest him anyway.
"Oh! We should eat together for breakfast every morning!" Blaine said ecstatically.
Kurt chewed on the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling too hard. "I would love that, as long as your friends don't mind. I would get to see you everyday."
Blaine flushed and rubbed the back of his neck which Kurt was coming to realise was a nervous gesture. He was coming to realise a lot of things, like these feelings towards Blaine. He felt warmer with Blaine, like he was alive when he was around. Blaine dragged him around to some notable places, the library, the fountain in the dead center of campus, and to the hall where the Warbler's meetings were held.
"You'll be the best Warbler in the whole school," Blaine declared.
"With you as lead? No way." Kurt laughed.
"I may be lead now. I'll have to work extra hard so that you don't take it out from under me, Mr. Counter-tenor." He winked at Kurt, who felt his mind go all mushy. Kurt was in pretty deep after all.
They finally made their way to the dorms. Although he felt guilty about the financial burden it would be to his family, Kurt had decided with his father, Burt, that he would room at Dalton. Kurt needed to put as much distance from McKinley and Lima as he could. He shuddered at the memories; That day in the locker room… Of Karofsky… He shoved them down and tried to focus on something else. That wasn't hard since Blaine was beside him.
"This is where you'll be staying." Blaine motioned with a flourish to the building in front of them. Kurt took in the three-story building. "Do you want me to help you find your room?" Kurt nodded without looking away from the looming building. Blaine laughed at him while pulling him into the entrance. He rubbed Kurt's hand between his and blew his warm breath on it. Kurt's breath hitched at the action. It was times like these that he had to bite his tongue to keep from saying something foolish. "God, your hands are like ice."
"Just a little chilly."
It didn't take long to find where he would be staying. Kurt had met with the Dean earlier and sorted out most of the details of his transfer, so he knew roughly where his classes were. Blaine had already compared their schedules and found they shared a few classes. The others he had promised to escort Kurt to so he wouldn't get lost and be late. He was so excited it was almost contagious. Almost.
They arrived on the second floor and found his room quickly. Kurt dug out the key from the mountain of school information given to him. Once he unlocked the door, he opened it up to a surprisingly simple room. He expected a room that was fit for foreign dignitaries, from the whole look of the school. What he saw, was a room that was a generous size for a dorm room. There was a plain bed, a dresser, a built in desk, a chair, and a full length mirror. Kurt gave a small sigh of relief. Something about having a normal room made him feel a bit more at home in this foreign land.
"It's not much, but it's got the essentials." Blaine was explaining, hands in his pockets. He watched Kurt examine the room.
"No, it's great. It's normal and great."
Setting down his overnight bag, he took in everything. He was at a new school, knew one person, and he was living away from home for the first time. It was a lot of change in a short time. He suddenly felt exhausted and fell back on his bed. Blaine began to sit beside him, but jumped back up quickly. He had some colour on his cheeks when he spoke.
"Well, I'm glad you're happy with it. I think you're going to do great here, Kurt. Plus, you'll have the best guide at Dalton. Not to mention the lead Warbler."
Kurt sat up and smiled at him. "Well, I'm glad to be in such good, humble hands." This made them both laugh. Kurt couldn't stop the yawn that came after.
Blaine placed his hand on Kurt's shoulder. "Get some rest. I'll come fetch you tomorrow for breakfast, okay?"
Kurt nodded. He didn't want Blaine to leave, but he also knew he needed rest and to call his father. Blaine squeezed his shoulder in a show of comfort before leaving Kurt alone with his thoughts. When his phone started vibrating in his pocket, he knew who it was before looking at the caller.
"Hey, Dad."
"Kurt! You said you would call me when you got there!" Burt Hummel's annoyed voice came through the phone.
"We just got to my dorm." He fell to his back on his bed again and stared up at the ceiling. "Blaine was showing me around campus." Kurt couldn't help but smile hearing his dad's voice.
"So, you got to your dorm room and I still had to call you. Also, Blaine should not be in your room!"
"I'm not a child dad and Blaine was helping me!"
"I know you're not a child, Kurt." Burt said with strained patience in his voice. "You know why I am worried."
Kurt let his eyes drift down to the window. "I know, I'm sorry." He felt the familiar guilt take hold.
"It's not your fault, Kurt. It's not." Burt always had a sixth sense for things bothering him.
"I know, it's just… I hate that I had leave so suddenly and you're not completely over your heart condition…"
"Hey kid, I'm fine. You're going to be fine. Everything will be fine. Okay?" Kurt made a vague sound of agreement even though he didn't know if he really believed that. "Good. Now, do you uh… need a drink?" Kurt felt spike of embarrassment at the question. He always did.
"No, I'm fine."
His dad sounded relieved. "Okay. You tell me when you do, okay?"
"Okay."
"And don't let Blaine in your room."
"Dad! Blaine is just a friend!"
"Mmmhmm and the Everest is just a hill."
Kurt groaned. He wished things were actually as his dad assumed.
After filling in his dad about the school information he got earlier that day, they said their goodbyes and Kurt was left alone in the quiet. Burt had wanted to take Kurt to Dalton himself, but Kurt insisted he was fine. In truth, he didn't want his father to stress or strain himself moving things. This he could do alone. He deserved to be alone.
He went to his desk where he had set the overnight bag and ruffled through it until he found the thermos his dad sent him with. He took a pull from it, then set it down on the desk to explore the new room a little. It had a pretty nice closet, but it would probably still only fit a third of his wardrobe, and the bathroom was small but, to Kurt's relief, private. He made his way all around the room and finally back to the full length mirror. Kurt touched his face. He seemed to be getting paler. How that was even possible, he didn't know. His skin was so cold, even under the three layers he had on he could still feel it. He looked at that hand that had held Blaine's. Blaine was always so warm, and full of life. He had made this hard day so much easier. Kurt couldn't stop the smile that crept on his face. Blaine had met him at the gates, so handsome as he rubbed the back of his neck. His warm, soft neck… Suddenly Kurt's mouth throbbed and he tasted copper.
"Ow! Shit!" He opened his mouth where two fangs glinted in the light. He willed them back and they slowly receded. "Damn it, that hasn't happened for awhile. Being sixteen sucks! Everything is poking out!"
Kurt face-planted on the bed. He didn't remember much from when he and his mom were attacked at the age of eight, but he could vividly remember the years after. His therapist had said his brain probably blocked it out since it was so traumatic. He tried to hide his cravings following the attack, but he didn't last too long. His dad's suspicions were confirmed when he found Kurt crying over a dead bunny with fangs on full display. The next years were full of trial and error. At that time, he couldn't control his fangs very well, so Burt kept telling everyone that he was going through a Twilight phase. He felt the twinge of hunger and grabbed up the thermos on the desk. He took another pull. He shut his eyes tight and felt his stomach lurch. He hated this part the most. The red liquid always quenched that need deep down, but he couldn't help the disgust he had with himself. He set the thermos down again and looked back at his reflection.
"You're a vampire, Kurt. A disgusting vampire."
Blaine looked out the window. The moon had risen and was shining in the dark of the night. He took in a deep breath.
"The moon has risen. The nights call to me. I feel my blood answer. I will take up the lonely howl of my brothers and -"
"You do know we can hear you monologging, right?" asked Blaine's friend David from behind him without looking up from his laptop.
Blaine rolled his eyes.
"Shhh! You're ruining the moment, David!"
David just shook his head and went back typing on his laptop. "So distracting," he muttered.
"The full moon calls for me," Blaine continued. "I will run wild with the night wind. Nature will bow and shutter in the sights of-"
"You know the full moon isn't for like three more days, right?" Interrupted his other friend Wes who sat beside David.
Blaine turned to them. "What? What do you mean?" Blaine asked indignantly.
"Well," Wes turned his laptop around to show Blaine a chart of moon phases. "Here's where we are tonight and, one, two, three- that's the full moon." Blaine studied the chart for a moment, then turned back to the window.
"In three nights I shall run with the wind and nature will-"
"Don't you feel like the moment's kind of ruined?" Another friend Jeff asked from where he was sprawled on Blaine's bed playing on his phone.
Blaine huffed. "Well, now it is! Thanks, Jeff!"
Jeff grinned at Blaine and repeated what he had said in a mocking voice.
"You guys are so loud," the fourth boy Nick muttered from the couch as he turned up the show he was watching.
"You know, your room has a tv too, right?"
Nick responded by turning it up again.
"Why are you all in here anyway?" Blaine said, dramatically throwing himself on a chair.
"Where else would we be?" Jeff asked.
"I don't know, maybe… Oh! I know! Your own damn rooms!"
"You're just mad that you had to leave your boyfriend's room." Jeff made a kissy face at Blaine.
Blaine tried to hit him, but Jeff was too fast.
David looked up from his screen. "Oh yeah, what was his name? Furt?"
"No, I think it was Murt." Wes chimed in while adjusting his glasses.
"Burt wasn't it?" Nick said absently from the couch.
"His name is Kurt! His dad's name is Burt and Murt? Really, Wes? I thought you were good at details. Also, he's not my boyfriend!" Blaine frowned and hugged a throw pillow to his chest.
Wes, David, and Jeff laughed.
"Sorry, it's just so much fun to mess with you." Jeff pinched Blaine's cheek, but was swatted away.
"I'm the alpha you know!" Blaine whined. "You shouldn't make fun of me!"
"Alpha in training." Wes corrected.
Blaine crossed his arms. "Point is, every werewolf in the territory respects me but you guys."
"Every werewolf in the territory doesn't have to see you scribbling 'Blaine plus Kurt' in your notebook," David muttered.
Blaine flushed furiously. "I did no such thing!"
"Sure…"
Blaine went and sat on the couch with Nick. "I need new friends."
