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"Rule number one: Never ever wear bowties ever again.", Kurt instructed coldly.
Blaine's face fell. "But I cannot live without my bowties", he whined.
"Can you live without Smythe?", Kurt retorted. When he noticed the other boy's surprised face expression, he laughed shortly. "Oh, please, Anderson, you are so into him, pretty much everyone at McKinley already noticed it by now." He furrowed his eyebrows. "But they were too stupid to notice that you are just faking…"
Now, the boys were sitting in Blaine's room, having a look into his closet to change Blaine's wardrobe and turn it more 'vampiric'. "I want you to burn down all of your bowties, along with your clownish pants and your tons of hair gel", Kurt ordered icily.
"But…"
"Do you want those stupid people at McKinley to believe you are a vampire?" Kurt put his hands on his hips and looked at him sternly. "Then do as I say."
Blaine grimaced when he put all of his bowties into a box, making a mental note to hide them as soon as Kurt didn't look his way.
"And what else am I supposed to wear?"
"I knew you would ask." Kurt retrieved his phone, showing him photos he had downloaded earlier that day. "I figured that vampires all seem to prefer bad boy clothes such as biker jackets, ripped jeans and combat boots, a la Edward Cullen."
Blaine looked at him, utterly horrified. "But that's the exact opposite of what I want to wear", he complained.
"Do you want to keep up your lie and become Smythe's toyboy?", Kurt asked him sharply.
"Okay, okay, I get it", he answered resignedly. "So biker jackets and ripped jeans? I think I could snatch some of those from Coop's closet whenever he's on another date."
Kurt scrolled down his display. "Second topic: Your appearance. Vampires are supposed to be pale, right?"
"Like you?", Blaine teased him, and when Kurt threw him a killing glance, he quickly looked down. "I'm just looking like that because I'm sick", he explained contritely. "As soon as I recovered, we are going to have a problem."
"That's why you need to use make up from now on", Kurt explained, retrieving a couple of utensils from his bag.
"Since when do you know how to use make up?", Blaine asked him curiously when Kurt told him to turn to him and started powdering his face. "Do you make yourself up as well? Are you into drag queens and stuff?"
"Shut the hell up, I need to concentrate", Kurt snapped while he put on some white looking foundation. "The third point on my list are fake fangs. Do you have some?"
Blaine tried not to shake his head to much while the other boy was busy with turning him paler. "I will just order some on Amazon."
"Not necessary" Kurt retrieved something else from his bag. "Finn once thought it was funny to our Spanish teacher one day, so he bought some for a prank but never used them. Now open your mouth, Bledward."
He did as he said, and when he turned Blaine to the mirror, he needed to gasp for air. Unbelievable, he looked like an entirely different person.
Kurt turned to him, looking pensive. "But you are aware that you can't keep doing that forever, right? People will find out eventually."
"As soon as I graduated from highschool, I will come clear about it", Blaine shrugged. "I only have one and a half years left anyway."
"This is a bad idea, Anderson", Kurt told him warningly. "I know exactly how superficial Smythe is. Once he finds out you are just faking, he will drop you like a hot potato."
Blaine shook his head. "Then let's just make sure he won't find out, okay? I mean, how hard can it be to pretend being someone else?"
When Kurt wanted to answer him back, someone else entered Blaine's room. "Hey, Squirt, I got you…" He surprisedly looked back and forth between his brother and the other boy. "Oooh, so you already found friends? Or is he more than that? So much for bad first schoolday…"
Blaine blushed. "He is not my boyfriend, Coop. We are just fri…" He trailed off. Strictly speaking, he and Kurt weren't even friends, they were merely partners in crime. "…we share a couple of classes."
Cooper still didn't look convinced. Skeptical, he pointed at his makeup and fangs. "Since when are you even into cosplay?"
Crap, what was he supposed to say now?
"This is for a school project", Kurt quickly lied. "We have to give a presentation in…arts. About fantasy creatures and what they look like."
"Ooookayy…" Cooper backed away. "If that's they case, I don't want to disturb you any longer, little bro." He awkwardly waved at the duo before he withdrew to his own room.
For some reason, Kurt was still staring at the spot where his brother had been standing a couple of seconds ago. "Your brother is not gay, and single, is he?", he eventually asked Blaine tentatively.
Blaine scowled at him. "You cannot be serious! Jeez, it's my brother we are talking about!", he huffed irritatedly.
This time, it was Kurt who sheepishly looked down. "It was worth a try…" In the next moment, he looked at his display again, checking his list and continuing as if he just didn't try finding out Blaine's older brother's relationship status. "Point four on my list: Golden contacts. Because there is nothing more attractive about a vampire than his changing irises, right?"
…
The glances all the kids at school threw him and all the whispering behind his back (positive whispering) were music to his ears…and eyes.
That day, Blaine wore dark shades to a greyish biker jacket, ripped blue jeans, a plain white T shirt and dark combat boots, his hair was just slightly gelled, and his face full of white make up.
When he went past Kurt, he subtly whispered into his ear: "Don't forget to take off your shades" before he returned to pretending he had never talked to Blaine in his life before.
Sebastian was smirking at him from afar, and Blaine forced himself not to smile back goofily.
"You need to be a bad boy, Blaine Anderson", Kurt had told him yesterday. "Not the nice boy next door. Vampires are self-absorbed beings that don't give a damn about others."
"How are you today, sexy?", Sebastian purred, linking arms with him, and Blaine refrained himself from fanning himself excitedly. When would he ever get used to that?
"Fine", he decided to answer coolly, and Sebastian looked at him delightedly when he spotted Blaine's fangs.
"Can I ask you something?", Sebastian asked him, and when Blaine said: "Yeah, why not?" (Sounding almost bored, just as Kurt had taught him), he asked curiously: "How old are you exactly?"
"Age is just a question of interpretation. I'm as old as I feel", Blaine answered with a charming smile.
Sebastian looked clearly impressed, and Blaine's stomach was prickling with butterflies. "You are something else, Blaine Anderson", he gushed. "I love it."
At that moment, Quinn, Santana, Brittany as well as some of the jocks joined them.
"I wondered what exactly your powers are", Santana asked him with cocked eyebrows. "Or are you one of these weaklings?"
"How dare you, Shaqueera?", Sebastian hissed with gritted teeth and narrowed eyes. "Blaine is a vampire, end of the story."
"But I'm telling the truth", the Latina retorted, hands on her hips "Did he ever show us his powers? Or otherwise prove us he isn't bluffing?"
When Sebastian was about to put Santana in her place, Blaine lifted his hands in surrender.
"It's okay, she's right. During the daylight, I cannot use my powers, after all, I'm a creature of the night. But I can show you this." With that, he put down his shades, showing off his new contacts he had quickly bought and put on before classes had started.
The girls and guys gasped for air, aghast, but Santana was still not looking convinced. "Oh, please, I still don't buy it, hobbit. I want a proof of you showing off your powers."
"And how, Einstein?", Quinn asked her. "He just explained why he can't."
Santana started smiling evilly, and Blaine started to feel uneasy because of that smile. "I know something." She motioned her friends to come closer to her and started whispering: "The cousin of a friend of the ex of the uncle of the brother of an acquaintance knows where the next meeting of a drug cartel will take place, it would just take me a few calls to get the location."
Blaine gulped.
"And what does that have to do with Blainey?", Brittany who didn't get it asked her.
"And more importantly: Why don't you tell the cops?", Quinn added with a frown.
"Because our super-duper vampire over here is stronger and faster than all of the cops", Santana pointed out. "He can stop them in no time, right? Those people's meeting will take place at night anyway."
Oh no, that didn't sound good.
Sebastian's face lit up. "That's a great idea. Just tell Blaine the time and the place and he's in."
"Hey, but…"
Santana smiled diabolically. "Awesome. After you have taken them down, send us a proof with a pic, capish?"
Blaine had paled, luckily, they couldn't tell because of his makeup. "Wait…you are not coming with me?"
He was surprised when the group burst into laughter.
"No offense, dude, but I don't want to die yet", one of the jocks chuckled. "After all, we are no superhumans like you."
Neither am I, Blaine thought desperately, hoping he wasn't about to sweat. He was so screwed. What was he supposed to do now?
The bell rang, and the group parted ways. "I await your photos on your Facebook account, hobbit", Santana said before she and her friends strutted towards their next classroom.
Blaine stayed behind, stunned. This couldn't be happening, right? Just when he thought that everything went prefect, someone or something needed to destroy everything.
Life sucked.