A/N Buckle up, it's about to be a bumpy ride! Things are about to escalate rather quickly!
Reviews are always welcome!
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By the time the after party ended and they headed back to the loft, and the rest of New Directions headed to their hotel, it was after two AM. Blaine was worried about Kurt, who had seemed so listless before the play, but was now a restless bundle of energy. Something seemed off, but no one else seemed to notice it. Or so he thought.
"You should get to bed, Kiddo!" Burt said after they'd all been sitting around talking for an hour. "It's really late and you are still recovering."
Kurt huffed softly, rolling his eyes. "I feel fine, dad. You don't have to treat me like a kid."
"Well, I'm tired," Santana said, standing and heading towards her door. "I'm going to bed."
Rachel agreed as well, and after a round of hugs, went to her own room. Burt and Carole were sleeping in the living room, on the fold out couch. Carole retired to the bathroom to get ready for bed, and Blaine dragged a reluctant Kurt to his room.
"Come on, babe, it's been a long day for you." Blaine began unfastening the buttons on Kurt's shirt.
"I'm really not tired," the auburn haired man said, but allowed his fiance to slip the shirt off his shoulders. "As a matter of fact, I feel good. Really good."
He leaned in and captured Blaine's lips in a slow kiss. Blaine sighed and leaned into it, feeling Kurt unbuttoning his own shirt. It had been so long since they had been intimate. He couldn't help deepening the kiss, which caused Kurt to let out a soft sigh of approval.
"I need you, Blaine!" Kurt whispered urgently, tugging at the shorter man's belt, loosening it, and unfastening his pants.
Blaine stifled a moan. "Your parents are just on the other side of the curtain."
Kurt slid his hand into Blaine's pants, cupping him, and swallowing the obscene moan it caused in the darker male with a kiss. "Then you'll just have to be quiet, won't you?"
He pushed his fiance down on the bed, yanking his pants off, before removing his own and straddling the other man.
"Kurt..." Blaine tried to speak reasonably to his lover, but was silenced with a hard, demanding kiss. When they broke for air, Blaine tried to speak again, but was silenced once again when Kurt yanked his jockey shorts off, and began palming him, and Blaine could see an almost desperate look in the pale man's eyes. "K-Kurt?"
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Kurt wasn't sure why, but the need to be with his fiance was nearly overwhelming. He suddenly felt as if he would lose the other man forever if he stopped.
"Please, please!" He sobbed softly, diving in for another kiss, thrusting his tongue into the younger man's mouth as he continued to stroke him. His free hand fisted in the curls at the back of his neck. "Oh, god, Blaine! I need you so much right now!" He all but sobbed, fighting to keep his voice low so the others wouldn't hear him.
Blaine cupped his face, looking up at him. "Sweetheart, what is wrong? Talk to me."
Kurt couldn't form words to express what he was feeling. He shook his head in defeat. "I don't know! I just feel as if I am losing myself. Losing you. I just need to know you are here, that this is real!"
He kissed Blaine again, his hand moving down to tease the tight ring of muscle.
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Blaine bit pack the whimper of pleasure, trying to focus on his fiance. Something was wrong, he knew. There was something he was missing, but it was hard to think. He knew he should stop the other man and figure out what was going on, but then he felt a finger slip inside him, and all cohesive thoughts ceased.
The pale man's lips on his muffled his moans and whimpers, and soon they were joined in the dance that was as old as life itself. When they reached the peak, they placed hands on each other's mouths to stifle the cries, before they both collapsed, exhausted, and Blaine slipped into an blissful sleep, despite the niggling in his mind that he was forgetting something very important.
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Rachel was restless. She knew she should be sleeping, but all she could think about were the reviews that would be posted in every major publication in just a few hours. She had thought the audience had loved her performance, but if the reviews were bad, her debut could also be her swan song.
She glanced at the clock. Four-thirty AM. She didn't want to disturb anyone, but figured the only way she'd get any sleep was with a cup of chamomile tea. She expected everyone else to be asleep, so was surprised to see someone standing in the kitchen, illuminated only by the light streaming in from the full moon and the never ceasing neon glow of the city. They were completely naked.
"Kurt?" She asked softly, but received no response. She moved closer, assuming the pale man hadn't heard her, but as she moved in front of him, she noticed the blank expression on his face. It took a moment for her to realize the man had been sleepwalking.
She knew from experience not to wake him up. She'd made that mistake once back in high school when they'd had a sleep over, and Kurt had walked in his sleep. She and Mercedes had tried to wake him up, and he had turned into a hell cat, arms flailing in confusion and fear. The three of them had ended up falling in a tangled heap, and Rachel had ended up with long scratches on her arm. They had been lucky none of them had been seriously injured in the fall. After that, anytime Kurt had walked in his sleep, they had simply guided him back to his bed.
That was what she did now, trying to ignore the fact that he was naked. She didn't notice the small items he held clutched in his hands. After she got him back in bed, she turned and left the room, not seeing him dispose of the four protective charms that Madame Leona had placed.
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They had a big breakfast to celebrate Rachel's raving reviews. Kurt noticed that Blaine seemed to be a bit distracted, and was about to ask him what was wrong, when the darker man's phone chimed an incoming text.
"June wants me to come in early for rehearsals," Blaine said, frowning. "The showcase is only two days away."
Kurt just smiled and kissed him briefly on the lips. "Go on. Although I don't know why she thinks you need so much practice. You're already perfect."
Blaine laughed, and kissed him once more before gathering up his things and leaving.
"I need to go too," Rachel said a few minutes later. "The producers are having a meet and greet for the press before tonight's show."
"I'm heading down to DC for the day," Burt reminded them. "Have the vote on that VA spending bill this afternoon."
"And I'm going to be late for my shift at the diner," Santana said, heading off to her room to change. One buy one, the rest of New Directions left for various activities, leaving Kurt alone with his stepmom. He excused himself to go and lay down for a while, the unexpected surge of energy from the night before seeming to ebb somewhat. He hadn't planned on taking a nap, but sleep pulled at him.
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Blaine had to agree with Kurt, he didn't understand why June insisted they rehearse so much, especially since they really weren't doing much at the moment. They had rehearsed No Time at All, but then June had gone off to lecture the lighting crew about getting the spot lights just right. They were supposed to be rehearsing his duet with Sebastian, but the other man wasn't even there.
He frowned about that. Why wasn't June upset about the green eyed man not showing up? She'd be texting him every five minutes if it were him that wasn't there.
With a sigh, he relaxed back in his seat, waiting impatiently for something to happen. His mind drifted off as he heard June still jabbering away at the lighting crew, and he began to think about last night.
It had felt wonderful to make love to his fiance, it had really been too long since they had been together. But he couldn't help wondering why Kurt had seemed so desperate, especially with his parents within earshot. That sense that he had missed something important returned, and he tried to figure out what it was. In his mind he, replayed every moment from before the play until he'd all but passed out from their passion.
He remembered watching Kurt get dressed, his outfit having been carefully selected at least a week before, with minor tweaks in the days before before he'd been satisfied. He'd switched out the blue shirt he'd intended to wear with a white one that would frame the black leather cord of the charm around his neck.
Blaine frowned, his mind moving forward to when they had gone to bed the night before, or rather early this morning. He'd unbuttoned Kurt's shirt, and before he could really get a good look at him, Kurt had been kissing him. He tried to focus on the brief glimpse he'd gotten of his fiance's pale flesh. The long column of creamy pale skin had been flawless...and cordless.
Swearing, he jumped up, scrambling for his phone.
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Kurt wasn't certain how long he slept, but the sound of someone knocking on the sliding door of the loft woke him up. He got up and headed out to the living room in time to see Carole opening the door, revealing a shy looking Elliott standing there.
"Hi, sorry to bother you, I was just in the neighborhood and wanted to check on Kurt."
His stepmother smiled at the dark haired man. Kurt knew there was no reason to be suspicious of the taller man. With the protections placed around the apartment, no vampire would be able to enter the building. He moved forward.
"It's okay, Carole, let him in." He smiled at her when she turned to look his way.
The darker male looked him over, and for a moment Kurt felt a sense of unease pass through him, but it faded almost immediately when the blue eyed man smiled at him.
"How are you feeling?" Elliott asked.
"Hungry, actually," Kurt said.
"I'm sorry, Kurt," Carole said. "We're almost out of everything food wise. "I was going to go grocery shopping when the others got back."
Kurt frowned, glancing at Elliott. "I'm not supposed to be left alone right now because of my health issue," he explained.
The taller man smiled. "Well, I'm here now. I can watch Kurt until you get back from the store."
Carole studied both of them for a moment. "Are you sure?"
"I'll be fine, Carole. Go on and get the groceries, and I'll make us some dinner when you get back. Elliott and I can watch a movie, or talk about music, or something until then."
"Okay, sweetie. I'll just get what we need for tonight and tomorrow morning, I shouldn't be too long. Burt and I can do the rest of the shopping tomorrow before Rachel leaves for the theater."
Kurt watched her go, and then headed in to the kitchen to get a cup of tea. "Would you like something to drink?"
"Don't mind if I do." The voice came from directly behind Kurt, startling him. Before he could react, he felt twin points of piercing pain in his throat. He opened his mouth to scream, but something was pushed up against his mouth.
He struggled for a moment, but his mouth was filled with thick, rich, hot liquid, and the taste made him pause. He couldn't stop himself from swallowing, a low moan escaping from him as the urge to fight faded away, replaced by a pleasant lethargy. He swallowed another mouthful of the metallic liquid.
From somewhere, the sound of Teenage Dream began to blare. Kurt stiffened. Blaine's ringtone. He began struggling again, managing to push whatever had been pressed against his mouth away.
"Blaine..." He said, sobbing, as he tried to pull away from the being holding him against his will. "Oh god! Stop! Oh please! Not again! Not again!"
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Elliott had been enjoying the rush Kurt's blood had given him, had felt triumphant at having at last been given the opportunity to initiate the transformation of this beautiful man. At first he didn't notice the pale man's struggle. After all, he shouldn't have been able to break the thrall his vampiric blood would have placed him in. But then he heard the man sobbing, pleading for him to stop, and crying out 'not again.' What did he mean by that?
He slowly released the auburn haired man, who stumbled away, one hand going to his still bleeding throat. Glasz eyes turned and looked at him accusingly, but more importantly, with fear and disgust.
"What did you do?" Kurt sobbed. "Oh god, it's Karofsky all over again, but worse!"
Elliott was confused. "Who is Karofsky?"
Kurt glared at him. If looks could kill, the pale man's Bitch Face would have done the job better than any stake to the heart. "He was the jock who stole my first kiss back in high school."
The vampire frowned. Someone had sexually assaulted Kurt? The sound of Teenage Dream that he had only been vaguely aware of a few moments ago started again. Kurt's face crumpled.
"Oh Gaga, Blaine! What am I going to tell him? He'll never forgive me for this! You've ruined everything!"
Elliott was frowning even harder now. "Why do you care what he thinks? He doesn't appreciate you! He forgot your birthday, and he is never around when you need him!"
"I love him! And he loves me! And yes, he makes mistakes! So do I! No relationship is perfect! You had no right to touch me!"
"Elliott doesn't care about anyone but himself!"
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The voice came from the loft door, which neither of them had noticed had slid open. There were two people standing there. One of them was Santana, who had a blank expression on her face. The other Kurt didn't recognize. He was a little taller than Kurt, with brunette hair and green eyes. He was the one who had spoken.
"Sebastian!" Elliott said, sounding surprised.
"Hello, my prince. Surprised to see me, after you destroyed my life?"
"Prince?" Kurt asked, wondering why the name Sebastian sounded familiar.
"Yes, Prince Alexander Elliott Gilbert Of Romania." Sebastian all but spat the name. "Also known as the spoiled prince who was disowned by his father when he not only sired several illegitimate offspring, but had bedded several males of noble birth, as well."
Once again, Teenage Dream echoed through the loft, but no one seemed to notice.
"What are you doing here, Sebastian?" Elliott asked, sounding bored.
"I'm here to stop you from ruining another life! You don't care about anyone but your self! You seduce people, use them to to sate your hungers, make them fall in love with you, and then toss them aside!"
"I gave them eternal life! They should be happy!"
Sebastian and Kurt both scoffed at this. "You played with their emotions! You made them think you loved them! You made me think you loved me! You made me fall in love with you!"
Elliott seemed taken aback by this proclamation. "No one has ever said they loved me before and meant it."
"I did," Sebastian said, sounding as if he was on the verge of tears. "You just never believed it."
"I'm sorry, Sebastian. I never realized! My entire life people said they loved me, but then they turned their backs on me. My mother said she loved me, but never showed me any affection. My father said he loved me, but always found faults with me. My nanny said she loved me, but she went away when I was young."
Kurt watched as the two vampires fell into each other's arms, kissing and holding each other. He heard Santana cursing as the thrall she was in broke. Both vampires were too preoccupied to pay attention to either of them. Kurt could only hope that this meant that Elliott had lost interest in him, and would no longer come between him and Blaine.
He was beginning to believe everything would be okay.
He should have known better.
Pain exploded in his head and chest, ripping a scream of agony from his throat as an unseen force raised him in the air.