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With a snap, Kurt's pencil lead broke on his notebook and rolled in a quick little circle. He growled in frustration and threw the thing across his desk before letting his head thump down on the hard surface. It was late, probably too late to be up, but he needed the distraction. It's not like he needed sleep anyway.
His traitorous mind kept replaying the entire day; when he was kidnapped by Elliott (which he STILL did not understand, by the way,) everything Elliott told him about the covens, the reminder that his dad would leave him someday while he would have to live on, and of course Blaine. Always Blaine.
He couldn't stop himself from admitting the truth: he was curious about the coven. Even though Elliott was… a lot, Kurt couldn't deny that he wanted to belong with others that were like him. It seemed like a friendly place and although he was still reluctant, he definitely wouldn't mind considering joining the coven. Especially facing eternity alone.
Kurt felt his stomach churn at that. Yeah, he wasn't going to think about that. He had almost lost his father once before, he wasn't doing that again.
His dad had not been happy when he told him about Elliott kidnapping him. He had called Burt after Blaine walked him to his room and then proceeded to have to calm him down when he almost lost his shit. He admitted to Kurt that the coven had been trying to contact him for awhile, but he hadn't let them talk to Kurt because he was trying to protect him. Kurt could understand why his dad kept it from him, but it still made him feel like a child. He told Kurt he would be calling Elliott to have a word with him. He knew that meant a few very strong words. He knew what a Burt Hummel lecture was and he was happy that it was directed at someone other than him.
As far as Blaine was concerned, he had no idea what to do there. At the start of the day, he had felt completely different and was going to just have a frank discussion with Blaine. Now though… He had acted so weird this afternoon and then they had kind of fought. Normally Blaine was easy to read, but this time something else was written across his face and Kurt didn't know the language. Now he had no idea where he stood with Blaine. He supposed they could put the whole aborted love confession behind them though.
Kurt moaned into the desk in frustration. Maybe all this was pointless because Blaine would be terrified of him if he knew what he was. Maybe this whole idea was doomed from the start. Kurt sat up and a piece of paper stuck to his head for a few moments before floating to the desk. Were there any successful relationships between humans and vampires? Kurt glanced at the stacks of the information Elliott had given him. Maybe he would know?
Should he call Elliott? He still wasn't sure about him, but he could at least give him an answer to his question. And he had mentioned several times that he could call him and it wouldn't be a bother.
Kurt worried his bottom lip and eyed his cell phone. How embarrassing would it be to call this relative stranger with boy problems? Although, it wasn't like he had anyone else he could ask that would understand.
Kurt picked up his phone and scrolled through. He raised an eyebrow. Elliott had even put his photo in the contact information. He rolled his eyes at the blatant privacy invasion.
"Why, hello Mr. Hummel!" Elliott's chipper voice answered as if he wasn't calling him in the middle of the night. "Did we change our mind about joining the coven?"
"No. I actually had a question for you," Kurt replied. His voice sounded scratchy to his own ears so he cleared his throat. He did not want Elliott thinking he'd been crying.
"But of course!" If he was disappointed that Kurt once again rejected his offer, he didn't seem to be showing it. "Ask away, my friend. Is it about one of the special programs I told you about?"
"No. It's… Um. Well…" Oh god. How the hell did he ask this without sounding childish or awkward?
In the silence that followed, Elliott was patient. "Go on," he encouraged.
He decided to just go for it.
"Can a vampire... Uh, well, when it come to love...?" Wow. That was the dumbest possible way he could have said it, but he was nervous. Maybe Elliott could make sense of his rambling.
More silence.
"Er, yes. Okay, pulling out the big questions aren't you? Alright. So, I believe I sent a book on this subject home with you, but I understand if you need more details. The mechanics are the same and if you need me to explain those further I definitely can, although I feel like your father might be more comfortable with that particular conversation. Condoms are still recommended even though-"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Kurt felt his face and neck heat up. "I'm not asking you to give me the sex talk! I meant like, can a vampire have a successful romantic relationship! Just in general. God."
"Gotcha." Elliott sounded relieved. "Of course we can! We live pretty full lives despite the connotations of our condition. I would love to introduce you to several vampire couples at one of our meetings! We actually have one on Thursday-"
"Okay," Kurt interrupted before Elliott could wax on for the next several hours about the joys of the coven. "But what if it's just a boy? Like a human?"
Elliott made a noise of affirmation. "That's a little different, but it can be managed for sure. Who did you have in mind? I actually have your class list right here and I can do some digging for you if you would like. It's not quite ethical, but what the hell! I am your big brother. Just please don't mention it in the survey."
Kurt rolled his eyes. Of course he had his class list. He apparently knew every single detail about his entire life. What was privacy? "Um, his name is Blaine Anderson."
Elliott whistled. "Oh no. Can it literally be anyone else?"
"What? What's wrong with Blaine? He's a bit goofy sometimes, but he's a wonderful person," Kurt said loyally.
"I'm sure he's perfectly nice, but the fact is, he's not a person. He's a werewolf."
The room seemed to spin. A what? He had to be dreaming.
Elliott went on. "And not only is he a werewolf, but he's basically their prince because he's the son of the Lima Pack's alpha. Like, he's the heir to the throne."
A laugh bubbled up from his chest. This was ridiculous! Elliott had to be messing with him.
"I don't believe you."
Elliott sighed. Apparently this wasn't his first time trying to convince a nonbeliever. "Tell me Kurt, does Blaine have a good sense of smell? Does he seem to run the show? Does he have an entourage of people that seem to always follow him around or do what he says? Does he disappear at times, especially on full moon nights?"
Kurt's mouth dropped open in shock. It all made sense. Elliott's tone hinted that he wasn't joking. Vampires were real; he could testify to that. So maybe werewolves were too? And Blaine was one? His Blaine?
"I'll take your silence as a yes. I guarantee you he is who I'm saying. I've never actually met him, but I try to stay out of the way. Dalton is crawling with wolves." He made a noise that bordered on disgust.
He rubbed his forehead and one thought struck him harder than the others racing through his mind. "Does he know I'm a vampire?"
"Probably," Elliott replied. "See, our two species haven't always gotten along. That book I sent you has more information, but due to a lot of miscommunications and rouge members on both sides, relationships have been strained to say the least. Our community has done a lot of work to repair relations, but werewolves kind of see us as the bad guys and them as the good guys. Like, we eat the people and they protect them. It's super complicated. Unfortunately though, he probably does know about you being that all vampires are registered. My advice: find a new crush honey, because that's so not a good idea."
Could Blaine know about him? Had he only been pretending to be his friend and flirt with him just to get close to him so he could like keep an eye on him? That thought hurt more than he cared to admit. Surely Blaine couldn't fake something like that.
Kurt gasped and clutched a hand to his chest where his heart used to beat. Was that why Blaine ran away? Because he was disgusted by Kurt? His eyes narrowed to slits. Maybe that's why he was acting like such a jerk when Elliott brought him back. He didn't want him to join the coven and find out about him. He was trying to trick Kurt into giving something away. Kurt chuckled darkly to himself. Well, if he wanted to play that game, Kurt could play too.
"Uh, Kurt? Everything okay?"
Oh. Right. Elliott was still on the phone.
"Yeah. Thanks. Bye."
He hung up and put aside his homework. Time to plot.
"Blainey-boo! You aren't listening to me!" Tristan pouted.
Blaine looked up at the guy across from him. They were at a restaurant in town Sunday afternoon. It felt odd to be doing something normal like this after all the craziness of yesterday, but here he was doing what was expected of him. As usual.
"Sorry," Blaine said apologetically with a warm smile. "Some big tests are coming up and I got a little distracted thinking about them."
That seemed to pacify him and he leaned back into his chair. He ran a finger through his brown curls in a decidedly flirtatious way that Blaine didn't miss.
At least he knew Tristan. He liked the guy okay, even if he was slightly overzealous. He had tenacity, ambition, and enough of a pedigree that he would make an excellent choice for the alpha's mate. He was also really fun to hang out with and had a great sense of humor.
But he didn't have ocean blue eyes or a cute little dimple in the corner of his mouth or a snarky personality that kept Blaine on his toes. He didn't have a beautiful voice and a sarcastic sense of humor or an unmatched bravery that Blaine wished he possessed.
He was not Kurt was the problem.
"I was thinking about where we met," Tristan was saying, looking up through his lashes at Blaine with chocolate brown eyes. His hand kept sneaking closer to Blaine's on the table, but Blaine didn't try to flirt back. He wouldn't want to give the guy false hope. His heart was taken, even if the one who owned it had no clue and probably hated his guts for the way he'd been acting. His eyes thinned. That's if vampires even had feelings.
"Do you remember?" Tristan asked as he leaned his chin on his palm.
"Of course I do." Blaine smiled. "Cub Camp, right?"
Tristan beamed. "Yes! God, it seems like so long ago. I still remember how you helped that little boy when got all homesick. That was very sweet of you."
Blaine shrugged. He remembered the boy Tristan was talking about. Ethan. He had been quiet the whole first week of camp and then one night Blaine and Tristan had been sent to get the firewood when they happened upon the little guy, bawling his eyes out behind the wood house. Blaine had knelt down and talked to him until he stopped crying enough for Blaine to get his guitar. They sang songs the rest of the night and by the next day, Ethan was much better. It had made him feel good to help out the boy, but also it was one of the first times he felt like an actual leader. He had taken care of his people and it was a great feeling.
"I knew how he felt," Blaine reminisced. "My parents weren't thrilled I was going to be gone so long either and I missed them like crazy. I mean, we were at a camp full of werewolves, but still."
Tristan hummed and propped his chin in his hand. "Oh I know. Mom, our alpha, was a bit concerned when I told her I wanted to come here to visit you. We fought about it for a whole week! She thinks all this is ridiculous and that we are too young to be picking a mate and all that."
Relief settled into Blaine's shoulders. "Oh my god. Yes. I've been saying that! I mean, we're only seventeen!" Blaine laughed and spread his hands wide. "That's way too much pressure on us trying to figure out who our mate should be and who is fit to be the alpha's mate!"
Tristan's smile fell. "I think it's romantic. A lot of alphas have arranged marriages. Even your parents."
"Yeah." Blaine scratched the back of his head. Great. He thought he finally had a friend in how he felt, but he was wrong.
Tristan seemed fine to smooth over this bump with more conversation about how great Blaine was and tried to flatter him.
It was then that Blaine zoned out.
His thoughts drifted away to their favorite harbor: Kurt Hummel.
As he sipped his drink and pretended to pay attention to Tristan, he thought about Kurt. He was slowly coming to accept that Kurt was in fact, a vampire. Honestly, he was still quite hurt Kurt hadn't told him. I mean, yes, he wasn't exactly human, but he had always taken care of his best friend and never would have judged him. Even for being a vampire.
What was he going to do about this? He wanted everything out in the open, but he was afraid that if he just told Kurt he knew about him, they would fight again. And he hated fighting with Kurt. So Kurt had to admit it. Blaine twisted his straw wrapper around and around as he thought of several ways he might get Kurt to confess. Then he could make Kurt feel better by telling him is own news! It was foolproof!
Blaine smiled. This would be a piece of cake.
Kurt heard a knock at his door early the next morning. With one more glance in his mirror at his hair, he combed it just right before going to answer. When he opened the door, Blaine was smiling back at him.
"Good morning, Kurt! Ready for breakfast?"
Kurt smiled back. Poor thing had no idea what was in store for him. "So ready, Blaine."
They walked together down the hall, too wide smiles on their faces. It was time, they both thought, to put the plan into action!
Blaine's plan #1:
They sat down for breakfast in the bustling cafeteria.
Blaine looked out of the corner of his eye as Kurt sat down with his food. He quickly made eyes at Jeff, letting him know the plan was to start. Jeff nodded slightly before pointing at the entrance.
"Oh my gosh, it's Meryl Streep!"
Kurt jerked his head to where he was pointing and Blaine subtly threw something into Kurt's eggs.
Kurt shook his head, glaring at Jeff. "Really, Jeff? She's not here. Why the hell would she even come to an all boy's school in Ohio?"
Jeff shrugged. "Sorry, it was just Mr. Donahue. It's creepy how much they look alike."
Blaine gave him a thumbs up behind Kurt's back.
Kurt shifted around his food before taking some eggs on his fork. He looked down when he felt it hit something hard.
"Ah! What the hell?" He stood in surprise at the small crucifix in his eggs.
Blaine looked down in mock disbelief. "Oh no! How did that get in there? Who would do that?"
Jeff rolled his eyes at his friend's bad acting. Wes and David had thankfully been absent that morning or they would have ruined everything. Nick was pointedly ignoring the whole scene. "I'm so sorry Kurt! But does it bother you that much?" Blaine narrowed his eyes. Surely Kurt couldn't fight against the crucifix!
"Not really, just kind of confused as to who put that in there and why." Kurt took the small cross in his hands and threw out his tray. "I guess it was one of the cooks. Probably should stick to pre packaged food." He said, scrunching up his nose. Then he made his way to the register to ask about the little medallion.
Curses! Blaine didn't get him this time but he had more plans...
Kurt's scheme #1:
Kurt didn't really have a scheme, but it sounded so theatrical he couldn't help himself. He planned on making comments that would hint that he knew who Blaine was and also simultaneously be petty and passive aggressive. On Wednesday, they had a gym class together. After sweating and playing whatever ball game was nearest and dearest to the coach that day, they hit the showers. Nick and Blaine were leaving when Kurt strolled in between them.
"Does anyone else smell…" He made a show of sniffing the air, then curled his lips in disgust. "Wet dog?"
Blaine and Nick looked at each other before Blaine subtly sniffed himself. Kurt smirked and walked out of the room.
Blaine's scheme #2:
Jeff nodded and gave Blaine the thumbs up. Blaine nodded back before knocking quickly on Kurt's door and running down the hall and around the corner before the boy could answer. When the door opened a second later, Kurt peeked out confused. He glanced down and saw a small stream of water flowing beside his door from an abandoned garden hose someone had snaked through a window for unknown reasons. He furrowed his brow before jumping over it and making his way to the dorm manager.
Blaine cursed under his breath. So he could cross moving water… Jeff scratched another thing off his list in defeat.
Kurt's scheme #2:
Blaine sat down at the lunch table and Kurt slid in beside him.
"Blaine! Did you see these up there?" He passed one of the small round dog treats he had bought at the pet store yesterday towards Blaine. He smiled wickedly as Blaine shook his head and took it.
"No, I didn't. Are they good?" He poked at it.
Kurt nodded emphatically. Jeff, Nick, Wes, and David all could smell it from where they sat and looked over as Blaine shrugged and lifted it to his lips. Jeff snorted, Nick rolled his eyes, David was watching in horror, and Wes had his mouth open in shock as Blaine crunched it in his mouth. Kurt grinned even wider. Blaine chewed two bites before stopping. He looked at Kurt who wore an innocent and hopeful expression. He smiled and continued chewing. Eventually he swallowed the nasty cookie and Kurt turned to his own lunch. Blaine quickly threw the rest across the room once Kurt's attention was elsewhere. Apparently vampires didn't have taste buds, Blaine thought as he scrubbed his tongue with a napkin.
"What?" he whispered to Nick who had facepalmed.
"You're an idiot."
Blaine's plan #3:
Garlic! Vampire couldn't stand it! This had to do the trick! He quickly stuffed the cloves in his pockets. He had twenty in each pocket. Kurt and his… vampirness wouldn't be able to come within ten feet of him! He cackled at his own tactical brilliance. Of course, it was making him feel a little sick himself since he had such a keen sense of smell, but sacrifices must be made. Kurt would definitely admit he was a vampire now!
Kurt was coming out of a classroom and Blaine jogged to catch up with him.
"Hey, Kurt!" he said, trying to act natural.
"Hey Blai- oh god!" Kurt grabbed his nose. "What is that smell?"
Blaine smirked. "I don't know. What's it smell like?" He made sure to sound innocent.
Kurt shook his head, still holding onto his nose for dear life. "Like some weirdo took a bath in… garlic!" He looked around the corridors at his fellow students, trying to figure out which one it was.
"Does garlic, perhaps, bother you?"
This was the moment! Reveal yourself Kurt!
"When someone smells like a damn loaf of garlic bread, yeah! But wouldn't anyone?" He walked away leaving Blaine standing like an idiot in the hallway.
An idiot with forty cloves of garlic in his pockets.
Kurt's scheme #3:
Kurt was walking with Blaine towards the art building when he decided to go through with his next scheme. He pulled the tennis ball out of his pocket and looked down at it with an evil glint in his eye.
"Do you like ball, Blaine?"
Blaine looked over at him curiously. "Do I like ball?"
Kurt threw the tennis ball across the courtyard. Blaine watched it go and aborted a movement to go after it. He glanced over at Kurt, who shrugged and kept walking. Blaine walked with him, still confused.
Blaine's plan #4:
This would work! It was perfect! Blaine rubbed his hands in anticipation as Jeff prepared Nick.
With a tired sigh, Kurt massaged his temples and tried to ignore his aching stomach. That French test had been brutal and he was starving. It seemed like he couldn't get enough to eat lately and never felt completely full. On top of that, Elliott had been pestering him about joining the coven. He had talked to his dad again and while he was irritated about the kidnapping, he did agree that Kurt might need to be with more people like him.
"They have been calling me nonstop lately," Burt had grumbled when they talked about it again. "I didn't know they would go that far or else I would have told them to talk to me first."
"I'm fine, dad. It was a tad unnecessary, but I'm not hurt."
"Still going to call them and give them a piece of my mind."
"Okay, well just remember what put me on their radar. I don't blame them for being careful."
Burt didn't really have an answer for that and they both concluded the conversation with the agreement that Kurt should probably give them a chance.
Also? Blaine had been acting unhinged all week, doing really weird things seemingly to try and coax a reaction out of him. He had been too busy trying to out Blaine as a werewolf to figure out what that was about.
He hitched his bag strap higher up onto his shoulder and shuffled through his keys to find the right one that unlocked his door.
The light from the hallway spilled into his room as did a little from the window that his curtains let through, but Kurt didn't see the figure in the middle of the room until he snapped on his light switch. Then he screamed.
Nick was sitting, hands and feet bound to a chair and his head pulled back and tied to the back of the chair, exposing his neck. A sign was pinned to his shirt that said, "Please drink my blood!" and he glared in annoyance over the tape covering his mouth.
"What the hell is going on!" Kurt yelled as he frantically began to untie Nick. He definitely was not thinking about how tender Nick's neck looked. He couldn't afford to have his fangs pop at this particular moment. "Is this some kind of a prank?"
Nick winced as Kurt ripped the tape from his mouth. "No, but can you hurry up and untie me? My show is about to come on and I don't want to miss it."
Just as he was about to question Nick further, Kurt's closet door flew open and Blaine stumbled out followed by Jeff who had a camera. He immediately took a picture of Kurt pulling off Nicks bonds and Blaine pointed at him.
"AHA! You were about to eat Nick!"
Kurt blinked in the flash of the camera. "What the-- No I wasn't!"
"You were! Admit it! We have photographic evidence," Blaine said smugly. He held his hand out for the camera. "Jeffry?"
Jeff looked down sheepishly at the camera screen. "Yeah, it didn't work. He's not attacking Nick. He's actually freeing him."
Kurt scowled menacingly at Blaine and put his hands on his hips. "So you two did this?" He gestured at Nick who was rubbing his wrists.
Jeff tossed the camera to Blaine and skipped over to Nick. "You okay?"
Nick nodded and allowed Jeff to help him up. "Let's go. I can tell this is going to be awhile."
"I'll make it up to you, Nicky." He winked at the brunet who seemed appeased at this.
Blaine wasn't paying attention as they left, but was scrolling through the camera in disbelief.
"Well?" Kurt snarled. "What do you have to say for yourself?"
Blaine licked his lips. "I just knew this would work…"
"Oh my god." Kurt shook his head. He dug his fingers into his arms so he wouldn't strangle Blaine. "You are crazy!"
"Yeah, crazy smart," Blaine shot back with a smile. He dropped the camera on Kurt's bed.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "What the hell is wrong with you? Why do you keeping doing things like this?"
"Why do you?" He stepped closer to Kurt.
"I have no idea what you're talking about!"
Blaine threw his hands up and started pacing.
"Why are you being so mean to me?" Kurt said, a little softer. He looked down at his shoes. "I thought we were best friends?"
"Best friends don't keep secrets!" Blaine crossed the room to Kurt. "I know you're a vampire!"
Kurt gasped. "I- I- Well, I know you're a werewolf!"
Blaine gasped. "How did- You know what? Doesn't matter. The point is we are supposed to be best friends and you kept this from me? That hurts!"
"Did you tell me about you?" Kurt retorted. They were only steps away now. "That hurts just as much!"
"Well, you didn't tell me why you left McKinley!"
"You didn't tell me you had a boyfriend!"
Blaine's face scrunched up. "Do not."
"Then who have you been going on dates with and kissing in front of coffee houses with?"
Blaine stepped back. When had he kissed one of his suitors? He genuinely couldn't remember. And when had Kurt seen? He shook his head. Kurt couldn't distract him. "I don't have a boyfriend."
Kurt scoffed and looked away.
"Oh yeah?" Blaine moved closer. He could see the faint freckles dusting Kurt's nose and the anger etched in the hard line of his mouth. "Who's the Elliott guy you talk to all the time? Seems like a boyfriend move to me."
"He's my coven rep, you asshat!" Kurt balled up his fists.
"Mhm. Your coven rep you loooove."
"No I don't!" Kurt's eyes glittered. "I love you, idiot! Not him!"
Before Kurt could say another word, Blaine was closing the distance and kissing him. It completely shocked Kurt at first, but then once he realized all his dreams were coming true and Blaine Anderson had his lips pressed to his, he wrapped his arms around Blaine's shoulders, pulling him closer.
Blaine's lips were so soft and warm against his, and he tasted better than anything he'd had since he was turned. He couldn't believe this was actually happening! Once second they were yelling at each other and then now they were kissing. Kissing! He knew they needed to have a little chat about what was going on here, but Kurt was drunk on the fact that Blaine was kissing him right now and apparently felt the same way he did. At least he hoped. This would hurt so bad if Blaine didn't love him back.
Blaine was in heaven. Their lips moved against each other, making Blaine's body feel like it was on fire. Kurt's lips had been cold, like he had been eating ice cream, but they quickly warmed against his own. Then Kurt made a little whimpering noise and kissed him deeper, making Blaine feel like his legs would give out. This. This is what he was missing with all the other guys. This soaring, light, warm feeling that made his heart race. He could no longer deny he was completely in love with Kurt. He knew this, of course, but he knew now there was no going back. He would never be able to go back now that they had kissed.
Kurt pulled back for a moment and they caught their breath, catching each other's eyes.
"I love you too," Blaine whispered and Kurt kissed him again. He couldn't help it. The sincerity on his face banished away any thoughts of Blaine only pretending to be his friend.
Now they just had to figure out what all this meant.
