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Santana's eyes widened when she saw the selfies Blaine had taken with his phone the previous night, the tied up, unconscious criminals could be seen in the background.
"No fucking way…", she muttered, stunned. "You took them down all alone?"
Actually, I got a little help, Blaine thought when he caught a glimpse of a certain flamboyant chestnut-haired boy who was about to spray his hair in front of his locker's mirror, his black eye had been concealed carefully. He had no idea how he would have gotten out of this situation alive if it wasn't for Kurt, so Blaine made a mental note to thank him afterwards.
"Of course he did", Sebastian said proudly and with a smug smile on his face. "I told you so, Shaqueera, but you didn't want to listen, as always."
Santana narrowed her eyes displeasedly and crossed her arms, Brittany next to her laid her arm around her torso consolingly. "Don't be mad, San. I know what can cheer you up." She pointed at one of the posters that were hanging all over the hallway. "The prom I organized with the event management committee. This year, its theme is going to be fantasy, and we all need to dress up as supernatural beings."
"So basically, that's just a lame ripoff of Halloween. Looks like Blaine won't need a costume", Quinn commented "He is already a supernatural being, right?"
Blaine grimaced. "You guys don't need to remind me of that all the time." Remind him of the biggest lie he had ever thought of.
"But that's nothing you should be ashamed about, my friend", Sam, a blond jock, winked. "People would kill to be like you, I'm serious."
Kill to be a liar? Blaine didn't think so.
Sebastian turned to Blaine, suddenly serious. "Guys, can I talk to my man? In private?", he said to their entourage.
The others all exchanged knowing glances before they withdrew, and Sebastian tugged Blaine to an empty classroom, closing the door behind him.
"What is it, Sebastian?", Blaine asked casually, hoping that he wouldn't tell him that he found out about him faking.
But in fact, Sebastian was smiling at him. "As you know, prom is going to be in less than a month."
Shortly after the wedding of Kurt's aunt, as Blaine had noticed.
"And I would be more than honored if you would be my date, Blaine Anderson."
Opening and closing his mouth, Blaine stared at the other boy before he quickly composed himself. "I…I would love to, Sebastian", he finally stuttered.
Jackpot!, everything in his head screamed nonstop.
"But that's not the only reason why I wanted to talk to you, Blaine", Sebastian went on. Seriously, if Sebastian was about to tell him he loved him, or better, propose to him right now, Blaine was going to flip out, you know, in a good way.
"I'm aware you are a vampire, and you have the ability to turn people. And I want you to turn me as well."
Blaine flinched. Wha…What did he just say?
Sebastian must have noticed Blaine's bewilderment, so he quickly said: "Not now, of course. I want it to be perfect. You will turn me during prom night, there is going to be a full moon, you know. This is going to be the perfect, picturesque occasion."
He wanted him to turn him? Into a vampire?
Oh, crap.
Instead of cursing out loud, however, Blaine forced himself to smile at the other boy. "This is probably no good idea, Seb", he said apologetically. "Being a vampire has a lot of downsides as well. You will never be able to age again, so you are going to outlive all of your friends and your family."
"Hey, no problem", Sebastian commented with a wink. "I will just turn the group of people I want around for the rest of my undead life."
Blaine looked him deep in the eyes, grateful for the Twilight movies Kurt had forced him to bingewatch. "This is serious, Sebastian. I want you to have a fulfilling life. As a human. There are a lot of things I miss about being human and being able to have a careless and free life is one of them."
Suddenly, Sebastian pulled him closer by his waist. "You are so considerate, sexy." His face came closer and closer, and Blaine's knees got softer.
When their lips met, Blaine saw fireworks in front of his closed eyes. Sadly, that moment was over way too soon as Sebastian pulled away shortly after. "But you don't need to take care of me. I'm a big boy that knows what he wants."
"Become a vampire?", Blaine asked insecurely, and Sebastian laughed.
"You, silly", he chuckled, and kissed Blaine again. "But admittedly, becoming a vampire would be a nice side effect."
He let go of the other boy and walked out of the classroom. "Just think about it, Blaine.", he said seductively before he left.
A perplexed Blaine stayed behind, wondering what had just happened.
…
Kurt cocked his head to the side when he looked at the tuxedo Blaine had been trying on during their shopping spree. "That color doesn't suit you. Next", he ordered.
Blaine pouted at him. "But that tuxedo's color is black, just like all the others." He had liked that model, but Kurt was pretty picky.
"You know, there are thousand shades of blacks, Bledward. We just need to find the one that is perfect for you.", he explained impatiently.
"It's just a tuxedo, Kurt", Blaine countered tiredly.
At that, Kurt gasped for air, scandalous. "Just a tuxedo? Just a tuxedo?" He shook his head and sighed deeply. "My parents expect the most perfect boyfriend they have ever seen before, but obviously, you don't seem to get it. Nevermind. Just try that other model on the hanger."
"Tuxedo number 17", Blaine stated. This was going to be a long, long day. "Did I already tell you that Sebastian wants me to turn him? You know, into a vampire?" He whispered the last part.
Kurt facepalmed. "How can someone like Sebastian be so stupid? Seriously, he is so stupid it hurts."
"We are getting off talk." Blaine nervously ruffled his hair and looked at Kurt desperately. "What am I supposed to do now? I really do like him, and I don't want to lose what we have despite my little lie."
"Well, it's certainly too late for that, Bledward." Kurt pensively searched through a couple of ties and picked a cherry red one. "If I was you, I would come clear about it at Prom at the latest. Don't make Smythe find out, tell him voluntarily, for damage control, instead of exposing yourself in front of the entire school when you are supposed to 'turn' him."
"And what if I just postpone the turning event until…I don't know…our graduation day? Or until never?"
Kurt shook his head again and rolled his eyes. "You know yourself how stupid you sound, right? Sebastian won't give up until he got what he wanted. He won't take you serious anymore if you don't follow orders."
With a loud groan, Blaine sat down on one of the chairs in front of the changing room, burying his face in his hands. "And what else am I supposed to do?"
"Tell. Him. The. Truth.", Kurt hissed annoyedly. "What's so hard about it? If you tell him the truth and he doesn't want to be your friend anymore, he is not worth it."
"But I don't just want to be his friend, goddammit!", Blaine groaned, and people around them were looking at the duo weirdly.
Kurt threw him a strange glance. "What?"
"Yesterday, Sebastian and I kissed", he admitted quietly. "You should have seen him. The way he looked at me. And his kiss – it was pure magic."
"Rather rotten magic", Kurt muttered almost inaudibly. "What a manipulating bastard."
Questioning, Blaine turned to him. "Did you just say anything?"
When the other boy shook his head quickly, Blaine buried his face in his hands. "Until now, I could always find a way to fake it, but this time, it's hopeless. I can't turn Sebastian if I'm no vampire myself."
"So becoming a vampire is everything he cares about?", Kurt muttered, and Blaine wondered where all the compassion suddenly came from. Normally, Kurt couldn't care less about his problems.
Blaine just shrugged helplessly. "I honestly don't know."
"He uses you, Bledward. He likes your vampire persona, but not your real self", Kurt pointed out. "But he needs to like you for who you are, not because of fake fangs and golden contacts."
"I know, I know", Blaine said somewhat desperately.
"And once he finds out you put up a show, it's over, as I have already told you", the other boy reminded him with a serious glance. "I have seen so many people before you that got squashed by that guy like a fly underneath his unstylish shoe sole."
Blaine gulped. He could imagine as he knew how powerful Sebastian Smythe was at McKinley High. That boy had the power to destroy him and his reputation within seconds. But to be honest, he didn't care about his reputation.
But he did care about what was about to develop between him and Sebastian. It was something special, he just knew it.
"Do you think he would still like me the same if I told him the truth?", Blaine asked Kurt quietly.
Kurt threw him a short pitiful glance before he turned away again. "I don't think you want to know my answer, Bledward", he just said, but his face expression spoke volumes.
Blaine looked at the reflection on front of him, kind of downcast. Great, just great.
…
"Hey, sexy, pool party at my place this weekend?"
During lunch break, Sebastian gave silver invitation cards to all of the popular kids, including Blaine.
"Why didn't you just send a text to us all instead of printing dozens of invitations?", Mike asked him with a cocked eyebrow. "You know, you could have saved a lot of trees by sending E-Vitations, and therefore make an impact on our environment."
Sebastian threw him a killing glance. "I'm aware, smartass-Mike. But screw the environment. Old school invitations are so in nowadays."
Actually, Blaine should feel ecstatic about that he got invited to his first pool party ever. But instead, a cold shiver was running down his spine.
"Is it true that you also do have a butler?", Sam Evans asked Sebastian, not noticing how Blaine had paled despite his white makeup on his face.
Sebastian snorted. "Of course not, Sammy Boy. Who do you think I am? A snob?" He shook his head amusedly "No, we only have a cook, a maid and a cleaning lady, that's more than enough."
His friends all gasped for air.
Ignoring them all, Sebastian turned back to Blaine who was still as pale as a sheet. "What do you say, Blainers?"
"I don't know whether a party with direct sunlight is a good idea", Blaine stuttered nervously.
"It's going to be cloudy, so don't worry about that", Quinn winked.
"Or whether I even have time", he tried finding a way out of this.
"You just told me you have no plans for this weekend", Brittany pointed out with an innocent smile.
Dammit.
Sebastian clapped his hands solemnly. "So, it's settled, then." He put the silver invitation into the front pocket of Blaine's black blazer. "Saturday, three pm. Don't forget your swimming trunks, sexy", he purred.
When he said that, Blaine needed to gulp. Shit.
Why is Blaine nervous just because of a pool party? Find out in the next chapter...