A/N: I am again, very sorry for the wait for this update, but as I will be starting a new job, I have worked out a way that will enable me to update a lot faster! Yay! I also cut this chapter in half from the original novel because there was A LOT of dialogue in this, and it concerned a lot of the Glee Cullen's histories, which are obviously different from the Twilight Cullens. I also cut this chapter in half because that will also enable faster chapters and somehow I don't think you guys will mind so much!

Just very quickly… for those of you waiting for an update on The Stranger's Son (I haven't abandoned that either) but I'm having a bad case of writer's block… I know what's going to happen but I can't decide if the person at the end of the last chapter is Alex or Blaine or… someone else… So I'm really sorry! But it's given me more time to focus on Klainelight! I know this chapter was short but you've been waiting for aaaagges and I promise you the next one won't be as far off!

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Chapter Fourteen – Mind over Matter

Part One

On the way home that evening, our hands linked together while he one-handedly steered. Blaine had turned the radio to a station I wouldn't be caught dead admitting I listened to.

"I didn't peg you as a Katy Perry fan."

He smiled, "I'm sorry, I'll change the station to something more… eclectic."

Ecletic. Who even used that word anymore? I loved Blaine's dapperism.

A few minutes later he had started humming along to a fifties song. I was surprised that he knew every line – and that he thought this was more eclectic.

"You like fifties music?" I asked.

"Music in the fifties was good," he told me, "But it was much better in the seventies!" He closed his eyes, for a second, thinking back to his favorite tune and broke into a smile. "Mm, God, Roxy music makes me want to build a time machine just so I can go back in the seventies and give Bryan Ferry a high five." It was clear by the expression on his face that the thought was making him giddy. I decided I liked goofy Blaine. It was really cute.

"Love is a drug…" he sang.

"So Ferry fan… are you ever going to tell me how old you are?" I asked this hesitantly, not wanting to interrupt his singing even if it was to Bryan Ferry.

"Does it matter?" His smile, to my relief, remained.

"No, but I still wonder… Nothing keeps you up at night like wondering how old your gay vampire boyfriend is."

Blaine sighed, "I know it's silly but… I'm worried my age might upset you."

"Try me," I said.

He hesitated - but then looked into my eyes, seeming to forget the road completely for a time. Whatever he saw there must have encouraged him. He looked into the sun — the light of the setting orb glittered off his skin in ruby-tinged sparkles — and spoke.

"I was born on the fifth of February in sunny California. The year was… 1901." He paused and glanced at me from the corner of his eyes. My face was carefully unsurprised, patient for the rest.

"Soo old Blaine. How is it that you walk without a walking stick?"

"Very funny, Kurt," he answered but he also seem relieved that I seemed to accept his age and continued. "Will found me in a hospital in San Francisco the summer of 1918. I was seventeen, and dying from severe head injuries." He heard my intake of breath, though it was barely audible to my own ears. He looked down into my eyes again.

"Before you ask – I don't remember it well — it was a very long time ago, and human memories fade." He was lost in his thoughts for a short time before he went on. "I do remember how it felt though, when Will saved me. That memory – not so easy to forget, unfortunately."

"What about your parents?"

"They had left indefinitely to New York on business and at seventeen I was expected to establish my own life as a young man in society without them." He briefly paused. "I was alone when I died. That was why Will chose me. Without anyone to identify my body, no one would ever realize I was gone."

"And since you remember it… How exactly did he… save you?" A few seconds passed before he answered. He seemed to choose his words carefully.

"Well the first thing he had to save was my hair. Took a lot of gel and we used raw egg back in the days and –"

"Blaine!"

Okay, so maybe goofy Blaine was a little frustrating.

"Fine! Well, I'm not going to lie to you. It was difficult. It's incredibly difficult to have that much restraint to not completely dry someone when you start but Will was one of the few. He has always been the most humane, the most compassionate of us. I don't think there is another vampire who is quite like him at all."

He paused, seemingly trapped in a moment of reminiscence. "For me, it was merely very, very painful. I was already in pain from my previous injuries and it was like… like someone had lit a fire inside my body or poured acid all over my skin. It was the worst pain imaginable."

I gripped his hand gently; I could tell from the movement of his lips that Blaine was finding this incredibly hard to talk about and was not obviously something that he brought up often.

His soft voice interrupted my thoughts. "I don't blame Will. He acted from loneliness. That's usually the first reason behind the choice. I was the first Will ever decided to call family, though he found Emma soon after. She was left for dead after shock treatments for her disability - ordered by her parents might I add - had gone disastrously wrong. The coroner ruled her as dead, but when Will found her, somehow, her heart was still beating."

"So you must be dying, then, to become…" We never said the word, and I couldn't frame it now.

"No, that's just Will. He would never do that to someone who had another choice." The respect in his voice was profound whenever he spoke of his mentor. "It is easier he says, though," he continued, "if the blood is weak." He looked at the now-dark road.

"And Puck and Quinn?"

"Will brought Quinn to our family next. I didn't realize till much later that he was hoping we would fall in love — he was always careful with his thoughts around me."

"He didn't know that you were gay?"

He smiled. "With the risk of sounding too much like Hagrid, 'they were dark times, Harry'. A lot of homosexuals stayed in the closet so to speak. And as you can imagine, with no information available and no one to ask questions to, I was still trying to discover what I was on my own. It meant I had to discover what all these feelings I had really meant, all the while trying to figure out what the hell was going on inside me too. It wasn't until the sixties that I realized that there was nothing wrong with me, and so I officially came out, but then of course it was only to my family. It was still very difficult to lead an open homosexual lifestyle."

"It took you sixty years to realize you were gay?"

At this Blaine chuckled, "I hope you know your mathematical skills will never be award winning. It was something I always knew. Well, I always knew I was attracted to men. It just took till the sixties to realize why that was, but like I said, even during those times, you kept your mouth shut about these things. Will and Emma were very patient and understanding about it, so was Quinn. But she was never more than a sister to me. It took her two years to find Puck. She was hunting and she saved him from, well just between you and me, a prostitute trying to maul his eyes out with her bare hands. He had been shot, God knows how, and was bleeding profusely. To this day, I have no idea why she would choose to save someone who'd been involved with such drama, but, I have come to love Puck very much and it's my belief that they had met briefly for some time before she saved him. I'm only now beginning to realize how difficult for her that must have been."

"But she made it," I encouraged, looking away from the unbearable beauty o f his eyes.

"Yes," he murmured. "She saw something in his face that made her strong enough. And they've been together ever since. Sometimes they live separately from us, as a married couple. But the younger we pretend to be, the longer we can stay in any given place. Forks seemed perfect, so we all enrolled in high school."

He laughed. "I suppose we'll have to go to their wedding in a few years, again…. But I don't suppose that's a problem. I'd love to be able to take you along, I'm sure you'll love to be involved in all the planning behind it." He paused, "I suppose you now also want to know about Mercedes and Sam?"

I nodded, very much interested. "Looks like you're getting better at the whole reading my thoughts thing."

"Not quite," he chuckled. "Mercedes and Sam are two very rare creatures. They both developed a conscience, as we refer to it, with no outside guidance. Sam belonged to another vampire family, a very different kind of family. He became depressed, and he wandered on his own. Mercedes found him. Like me, she has certain gifts above and beyond the norm for our kind."

"Really?" I interrupted, fascinated. "But you said you were the only one who could hear people's thoughts?"

"That's true. She knows other things though. She sees things — things that might happen, things that are coming. But it's very subjective. The future isn't set in stone. Things change."

His jaw set when he said that, and his eyes darted to my face and away so quickly that I wasn't sure if I only imagined it. Blaine's speed at such things was something I doubt I'd ever get used to.

The geek in me was forced to ask, "So what kinds of things does she see?"

"Well, she saw Sam and knew that he was looking for her before he even knew it himself. She saw Will and our family, and they came together to find us. She's most sensitive to non-humans. She always sees, for example, when another group of our kind is coming near. And any threat they may pose."

"Are there a lot of… vampires out there?" I was surprised. How many of them could be walking among us undetected? The thought was kinda cool.

"No, not many. But most won't settle in any one place. Only those like us, who've given up hunting people, can live together with humans for any length of time. We've only found one other family like ours, in a small village in Alaska. We lived together for a time, but there were so many of us that we became too noticeable. Those of us who live - differently - tend to band together."

"And what about the ones who don't?" I felt myself shiver as I asked.

"I guess you could refer to them as Nomads, for the most part. We've all lived that way at times. It gets tedious, like anything else. But we run across the others now and then, because most of us prefer the North."

"Why is that?"

We were parked in front of my house now, and he'd turned off the truck. It was very quiet and dark; there was no moon. The porch light was off so I knew Burt and Carole weren't home yet.

"Let's just say this," Blaine continued, "Do you think I could walk down the street in the sunlight without causing traffic accidents? There's a reason why we chose the Olympic Peninsula, one of the most sunless places in the world. It's nice to be able to go outside in the day, though nothing will ever compare to my hometown of Cali. You wouldn't believe how tired you can get of nighttime in eighty-odd years."

"So that's where the legends came from!"

"Probably."

"And Mercedes came from another family, like Sam?"

"No, and that is a mystery. Mercedes doesn't remember her human life at all. And she doesn't know who created her. She awoke alone. Whoever made her walked away, and none of us understand why, or how, they could do that. If she hadn't had her special gift, if she hadn't seen Sam and Will and known that she would someday become one of us, she probably would have turned into a total savage."

There was so much to think through, so much I still wanted to ask. But, to my great embarrassment, my stomach growled. I'd been so intrigued I hadn't even noticed I was hungry. I realized now that I was ravenous.

"I'm sorry; I'm keeping you from dinner. I've never spent much time around anyone who eats food. I forget."

"I'm fine, really. I just want to stay with you." It was easier to say in the darkness, knowing as I spoke how my voice would betray me and my hopeless addiction to him.

"Do you mind if I come in?" he asked, hopping out of the car. "I wouldn't mind waiting to see Burt again."

"Sure! He probably wouldn't mind seeing you either." I couldn't picture it though, this godlike creature sitting in my father's shabby kitchen chair.

I heard his car door close quietly, and almost simultaneously he was outside my door, opening it for me.

"Very human," I complimented him. "Again, I attribute this dapperness to your Cary Grant skills, my love. I think it's time I organized another black and white movie marathon!"

A/N: That's right, for those of you who picked up on it, I gave Blaine the same birthdays as D-Criss. Haha… I don't know if that's canon but seeing as Kurt and Chris share birthdays I thought it was only fitting :) And actually, I wrote that scene before we knew that so that's kinda cool.

Also… I'LL BE DOING A LOT OF FIC REC FROM NOW ON so please check out, "United States of Kurt," by my new friend CountingCrow16. It's about Kurt, something traumatic has happened to him in his childhood and somewhere along the line he's developed multiple personalities – Dissociative Identity Disorder – to cope. She updates REGULARLY and I am completely obsessed with the fic and have composed several pieces of fanart for it. (Available at paperstylehearts dot deviantart dot com if you so wish to check it out).

Lastly - please review! I guess I'm curious to see if anyone is still reading this anymore…? I'd also love to know what you think of the different histories the Glee Cullens have! And maybe your thoughts on how Blaine ended up with those head injuries…?