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Chapter 2
The SUV rolled to a stop outside a small building separate from the main building and marked 'Office'. The driver came around to Kurt's side and opened his door. Kurt took his suitcase, and stepped out. The campus was deserted. The man from the car opened the door to the building, and pushed Kurt inside. He closed the door behind him, before directing Kurt to a desk with a stern looking woman seated behind it. The woman looked up at him, she looked bored.
"Name?"
"Kurt Hummel." The woman nodded, and grabbed a file that was perched on the edge of the desk. "Your room is on floor three, room 306. You have a roommate named," she paused, and checked the file.
"Blaine Anderson." Kurt's mind instantly flew to muscled men in wife beater tank tops with tattoos all over each arm.
What Kurt wasn't expecting, was the smaller boy with unruly brown curls and hazel, almost golden eyes that now stood in front of him in the doorway of room 306. This boy was gorgeous, even by vampire standards.
"What do you want?" Blaine asked, not quite unfriendly, but not warm and welcoming either.
"I'm your new roommate." Blaine tensed a bit at this, before stepping aside and allowing Kurt into the room. Kurt looked around, the room was mainly bare. Two single beds were pushed against the two side walls, with a long dark oak table with drawers positioned between. The only light in the room was coming in through the window above the table. The sheets on the bed were blue, the same blue that was on Blaine's Dalton hoodie he was wearing. Kurt shrugged before setting his stuff down on the floor beside his bed. As he was unzipping his bag, Blaine spoke.
"What's your name, porcelain?" Kurt's eyes widened at the nickname, but was surprised to find he didn't mind it.
"Kurt. Kurt Hummel." Blaine nodded.
"Stay out of my stuff, dinner's at five on the main floor and at the east end of the building. A word of advice," Blaine looked Kurt up and down with a smirk. "I'd lay low, newbie." Blaine disappeared out the door. If Blaine only knew, that he wasn't just sharing a room with a new kid, but rather a monster that could rip out his throat without a second thought… Well maybe he wouldn't be so quick to judge.
Kurt walked over to the large oak dresser that was at the foot of his bed, against the wall. Kurt opened the top doors and was surprised to find clothes already there. Even more strange, they all were his size. With a shrug, he started going through them. Three blazers with a red 'D' embroidered over the breast pocket, five red and blue striped ties, and five pairs of tan slacks. There were even polished black dress shoes at the bottom of the cupboard. There were also blue pajama bottoms, a few athletic style t-shirts in red that had 'Dalton Academy" written on them. Lastly, there was a blue hoodie, identical to the one Blaine had just left wearing. Kurt shrugged it on over his own shirt. He figured he'd leave his jeans on, but switch his boots for a dirty pair of black converse he had packed in his bag. Kurt also pulled out his phone, and checked the time. 4:45. Kurt decided to send a quick text to Mercedes.
To: Mercedes
Hey boo! Settled in at Dalton, gorgeous roommate. Dinner's starting in a few… should I lay low or make a statement? ;) Not much clothing options... thank god I look good in red and blue! :p Hope you're having fun, love you! – K xx
Kurt left his phone out, as he went into the bathroom that was connected to the room. A toilet, shower stall, and a metal sink. There was a small black bag, Kurt had saw one identical to it on Blaine's bed. Kurt unzipped it, and found a rubber toothbrush, toothpaste, a hair brush, and basic facial cleanser. There were brand new bottles of shampoo and conditioner, unscented, lined up along the small tray underneath the mirror over the sink. Kurt heard a beep from the other room. He walked back in, and picked up his phone.
From: Mercedes
Hey badboy! Hope you're doing alright and don't get killed tonight… haha ;) I'd stay out of trouble, but if someone comes looking for a fight, stand up for yourself! Don't go looking for trouble, boo! And if you do fight, hold back. Don't want you getting kicked out already! And any hints on mr. roommate's sexual preferences? ;) Get it Hummel! All is good, Love you! – M xox
Kurt smiled, before firing off a quick reply.
To: Mercedes
I think I could handle a couple of reform kids… I'm hurt Cedes! And ill look into what gets roommate off… ;) think he'd go for a dead 104 year old boy? Gotta go, dinners starting. Don't get into too much trouble, talk to you later! – K xx
Kurt switched his phone off, and returned it back to his underwear. Kurt took one last look in the mirror before heading out the door. He turned down the hallway, and went down three flights of stairs. He heard the sound of forks scraping and muted voices, and headed off, following the sound. A shove from behind propelled him forward a small amount. Kurt sighed and turn around.
"Yes?" Kurt asked, impatiently.
"Fresh meat!" a large boy yelled, and the group of boys around him all started snickering. The big 'ringleader' attempted to push Kurt one more time, but Kurt easily sidestepped it. With a glare, Kurt turned and headed off to the cafeteria. Kurt pushed open the heavy doors with ease. He walked into the cafeteria and looked around. Boys of every freaking kind were in here, tall ones, short ones, fat ones, small ones, guys who looked like they could kill Kurt if he wasn't a vampire, and even a few kids who looked like they belonged in a dark room with a computer… Kurt grabbed an apple, and sat down at a table with his back to the wall. He spun the apple on the table top and saw Blaine across the cafeteria. Blaine nodded at him, and Kurt just looked away. He wondered what Mercedes was doing… there must be some great shopping there. Kurt stopped that thought right away, and tucked it in the back corner of his mind. Kurt didn't care about fashion anymore, this was the new Kurt. Kurt was jarred out of his thoughts by a large hand crashing down on his table. Reflex had Kurt almost jumping up with his teeth bared. Kurt closed his eyes, and calmed himself.
"Hey new kid, you're in my seat." The face that matched the hand was tanned with greasy long black hair. There were dark brown eyes, cold ones. The contrast between this kid's eyes and Mercedes fun, sweet brown ones that sparkled was incredible. Kurt shrugged.
"Oh," was all he said. The new kid took a step closer to Kurt. Kurt looked up, bored.
"Get. The. Fuck. Outta. My. Seat." The boy hissed. Kurt just sighed, and went to pick at his apple. Kurt could tell what the kid was going to do, and let it happen anyways. Kurt was lifted out of his seat by his hoodie and pushed against the wall. Kurt raised an eyebrow at him.
"You think you're tough shit new kid? You gotta learn a lesson in respect… I'll happily teach it to you, free of charge. Kurt just smiled.
"You put me down right now you fucking ugly ass ape. I dare you to try anything, with all these lovely guards watching behind you." Kurt snarled.
Oh my god, Blaine thought. I'm rooming with a fucking dumbass. Kurt had seemed like a rather smart kid when they had talked, but apparently not, seeing as Blaine now saw Kurt picking a fight with Dalton's resident bully, Mark Vanders. And to be a bully at a reform school… well that was pretty tough. Mark was in for assault with a weapon, and theft. Rumor had it, that he had also shot a cop.
"New kid's got nerve," Wes said, tapping his shoulder. Wes was sitting to Blaine's right, David beside Wes, Jeff beside David, and then Nick, who sat to Blaine's left.
"New kid's also my new roommate," Blaine said back. That caught the rest of Blaine's table's attention. Blaine's friend's eyes locked on him.
"You got a roommate… and it's that kid that's currently about a minute away from getting pummeled by Vanders?" Jeff said slowly. The five of them hung out together, and protected each other. To Blaine's right was Wes, beside Wes was David, then Jeff, and then Nick sat to Blaine's left. Blaine had known all of them before Dalton, they had all come in together. A heist gone wrong, cops were called, and they were all thrown in Dalton before the week was done. Together, they made up almost a show choir, they could all sing, and generally liked doing it. They named themselves the Warblers, and whenever they were all together, they would usually sing a few numbers. Blaine's eyes flashed back towards Kurt, who was pressed against the wall, cornered by Vanders. Blaine was surprised, Kurt's face held no fear, he was seemingly unfazed, and by god, Kurt looked as if he was amused. Blaine shrugged, and went back to his dinner.
The boy pressing Kurt to the wall exhaled, and placed him back on his feet, turning around quickly and looking for any guards. Kurt gave him a shove that sent him sprawling on his face, and walked from the cafeteria, causally tossing his apple in the air, and easily catching it again. The cafeteria doors slammed shut behind him. Kurt smirked; some days, he just loved being a vampire.
Kurt originally was going to head back to his room, but then Kurt realized… he had no idea how to get back there. Kurt had no idea how to get anywhere, so he decided to go explore. Kurt walked over to some doors at the end of the hall, and found himself atop a white staircase. Kurt walked down, and turned right, and found himself in the biggest library he'd ever seen. And Kurt's seen a lot of libraries. Kurt walked through the tall shelves, finding himself unsurprised when there was a thick layer of dust almost everywhere. Kurt picked up a leather bound book, and blew the dust off it. It was a very old bible…
"Wouldn't have expected a bible here…" Kurt murmured softly. He replaced the book and walked out of the library. Kurt left, and continued down the hallway and pushed open the doors that led outside. There was a barbed wire topped fence at least 20 feet high surrounding the whole school. Kurt walked over to it, and began to follow it around the school. Kurt stopped when he came to a tree that was about 30 feet high, and 10 feet from the fence. Perfect, Kurt thought. He could just jump over the fence, but with that wire, he would be risking his clothes. But with the tree here, it was an easy jump to get over. Kurt wandered across the yard still, and looked up at the now dark sky. Dalton was outside any towns, so the stars were very clear, and there must have thousands over just the Dalton grounds. Kurt took a moment before heading back inside.
Kurt walked inside, and managed to find the stairs. As he entered the stairwell though, he was pushed against the wall for the second time of the evening, this time by one Karofsky.
"You think you're tough shit, faggot?" Kurt glared at him. Kurt took a deep breath to steady himself, but was interrupted by a fist crashing into his stomach. Kurt lost it. He was on top of Karofsky, and pummeling his face and arms. Not as hard as Kurt could have done, but still rather hard.
"Fuck you! Stupid fucker!" Kurt hissed out between blows. Suddenly, arms were around him and yanking him off Karofsky. Karofsky jumped onto his feet ran out the stairwell, Kurt saw him wincing. Kurt spun around, and was met with platinum blonde hair and blue eyes.
"Let me go." Kurt snarled.
"Come on, you don't wanna get expelled on your first day. Calm down. You're Blaine's new roommate right? I'm his buddy, come on, I'll take you back to the room. I'm Jeff." Jeff released Kurt, and Kurt turned and headed up the stairwell.
"What's your name?" Jeff asked, hurrying after Kurt.
"Kurt." Kurt stated. Jeff shrugged, and they made the rest of the walk in silence. Jeff knocked on the door twice before entering. Blaine was sitting on his bed with three other guys. Blaine's eyes widened at Kurt's entrance.
"Kurt, I see you met Jeff," Blaine said. Kurt nodded, and went into the bathroom. He looked in the mirror, and listened to the boys talk in the other room.
" –yeah, had to pull him off Karofsky. Kid was doing some damage," That was Jeff.
"Wouldn't have thought him very violent," Kurt didn't recognize the voice… must have been one of the boys Blaine was sitting with. Kurt looked back to the mirror, and splashed some water on his face. He looked towards the shower. I could use a shower, Kurt thought. Kurt locked the door.
"I wonder what he's in for…" David wondered aloud. Four sets of eyes wandered to Blaine.
"I don't know…" he admitted.
"So for all we know, you could be rooming with a lunatic!" Nick cried.
"Guys, shut up! He's just in the bathroom," David said. Everyone quieted, and listened. They heard the sound of the shower.
"Blaine, you gotta find out more about this kid," Wes said.
"You shoulda seen the way he just jumped on Karofsky, what if he's in for like assault or murder?" Nick whacked Jeff in the back of the head.
"Think about it, if he had murdered someone or anything he wouldn't be here." Jeff rubbed the back of his head and scowled at Nick. For a bunch of reform kids, they weren't really all that bad. Just a group of friends with a dumb idea.
"Did you see why he jumped on Karofsky?" Blaine asked. Jeff stopped rubbing his head and turned to Blaine.
"Yeah, he called Kurt a faggot." Blaine's thoughts were a mess, did that mean Kurt was gay?
Kurt stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He would have put his hoody on, but where was the fun in that? Kurt thought. What was that? It sounded like someone singing from the other room, or someones. There were definitely more than one, Kurt decided. Kurt grabbed his stuff, ran a quick hand through his hair, and opened the bathroom door.
The five boys in the room were all singing Teenage Dream by Katy Perry, with Blaine as lead. The other boys seemed to be providing the music.. with their voices. They all stopped when they saw Kurt.
"Not bad." Kurt said simply, and turned to his bed, and put his stuff down. He sat down on the bed and faced the boys.
"Not bad? That was fucking amazing!" Wes protested, getting to his feet. Blaine smirked at Kurt.
"Think you can do better, new kid?" Kurt gave him a smirk of his own, and took a deep breath, and began to sing.
Something has changed within me
Something is not the same
Kurt smiled at that, at how true it was to his situation right now. He stood, and walked closer to the boys on the bed.
I'm through with playing by the rules
Of someone else's game
Too late for second-guessing
Too late to go back to sleep
It's time to trust my instincts
Close my eyes: and leap!
Blaine's mouth flopped open. His wide-eyed expression was mirrored on the other boy's faces. Kurt shrugged his shoulders, and launched into the chorus.
It's time to try
Defying gravity
I think I'll try
Defying gravity
Kiss me goodbye
I am defying gravity
And you wont bring me down!
I'm through accepting limits
''cause someone says they're so
Some things I cannot change
But till I try, I'll never know!
Too long I've been afraid of
Losing love I guess I've lost
Well, if that's love
It comes at much too high a cost!
Kurt turned back towards his bed, and picked up his blue Dalton pajamas.
I'd sooner buy
Defying gravity
Kiss me goodbye
I'm defying gravity
I think I'll try
Defying gravity
And you wont bring me down!
I'd sooner buy
Defying gravity
Kiss me goodbye
Kurt turned to the boys again, and blew Blaine a kiss.
I'm defying gravity
I think I'll try
Defying gravity
And never bring me down!
bring me down!
Kurt exhaled a huge breath, and his shoulders slumped. Kurt winked, and turned and headed back into the bathroom to change.
"What the fuck just happened…"
"I just had an eargasm,"
"Holy shit!"
"Guys, guys shut up for a second." Blaine quieted the boys. "So he's good, so what."
"Good? Holy fuck he's like an angel!" Nick said. The boys all nodded their head.
"I'll ask him if he'd wanna sing with us sometime," Blaine said.
"Ask him if he wants me to blow him too," Jeff quipped. "Cause I'd totally do that."
"Jeff!" Jeff shrugged. Jeff had come out as bisexual last year. Of the five, Blaine and Nick were gay, Jeff was bisexual, and Wes and David were straight.
"Anyways, I'll talk to him tonight, you guys get out, I'll see you guys at breakfast." Blaine all but shoved them out the door, and almost closed it in time to avoid hearing a 'get it, Anderson!" most likely from Wes. Blaine shook his head and flopped back down on his bed. Jesus that Kurt had one hell of a voice, and Blaine found he was already getting feelings for him.
"Fuck!" Blaine shouted.
Kurt pulled on the pajama bottoms, and remained shirtless. A loud shout from Blaine drew Kurt out of the bathroom.
"Yes?" Kurt asked. Blaine faltered.
"Nothing. Sit down, we're having roomie bonding time." That sentence sounded so out of character from Blaine's brooding face that Kurt giggled. He stopped in his tracks. Fuck! Kurt cursed in his mind. Blaine was even looking at Kurt with a raised eyebrow. Kurt just turned and sat on his own bed, far away from the gorgeous boy on the other bed.
"Alright, well… er… where are you from?" Kurt paused.
"Lima. You?" Kurt answered quickly.
"Oh? What part? I lived downtown… before I came here anyways." Blaine finished awkwardly. What am I supposed to say to that? My old village, McKinley doesn't even exist anymore.
"Just around." Blaine's eyebrows furrowed.
"O-okay. Well now I guess the most important question," Blaine paused, "why are you here?"
"I stole a car," Kurt said. Blaine cocked his head. "You?" Kurt asked.
"Tried to rob a corner store with the goons you saw in here earlier."
"Tried?" Kurt said with a smirk, and was rewarded with a pillow in the face.
Kurt shrugged, and tucked the pillow under his head.
"Hey, you can't keep that! Give it back!" Blaine said. Kurt just smirked. Blaine muttered to himself, but Kurt heard perfectly.
"Pillow stealer." Kurt laughed, and Blaine's eyes seemed to widen at the sound, before Blaine composed himself.
"So er, what was going on with you and Mark?" Blaine asked.
"Who?" Kurt cocked his head.
"The kid from the cafeteria."
"Oh! Apparently I was sitting in his seat."
"And you didn't move?" Blaine asked, confused.
"I was comfy. Fucking ape can't make me move." Kurt finished. Blaine smiled.
"Good on ya for shoving him, although that might come back to hurt you," Blaine said.
"Meh." Was all Kurt said.
"So what's your family situation?" Blaine asked. Kurt tensed.
"Dead." Kurt said harshly.
"I'm… I'm sorry," Blaine's eyes were downcast. Kurt shrugged,
"You didn't know." Blaine still looked awkward, so Kurt asked,
"What's the deal with Karofsky?" Blaine smirked.
"Just a dumb fuck who thinks he's cool cause he's friends with Mark Vanders, although I don't think Mark would call them friends…" Kurt ran his tongue over his teeth and licked his lips.
"Kurt, I heard that Karofsky called you a.. a faggot. Are you gay?" Blaine asked slowly. Kurt glared at Blaine.
"Yes, yes I am. Is that a problem Blaine?" Blaine's eyes widened as he took in Kurt's predatory look and hard eyes. Kurt looked downright scary... Blaine wouldn't want to run into Kurt in a dark alley in the state he was in. He tried to backtrack.
"No! I mean, I am too. So is Nick and Jeff's bisexual… I mean at an all boy's school, you learn to adapt if you don't want to die of sexual frustration, y'know?"
"Adapt…" Kurt said slowly. "Were you gay before Dalton though?"
"What? Oh, yeah, I was. Just not really out of the closet though."
"I see. It's been nice talking, but I'm feeling rather tired. Goodnight Blaine." Kurt rolled over on his side, facing the wall. Blaine did the same, although he did so with confusion. Why the sudden end in the conversation? Did Kurt not like him? Blaine thought.
After Blaine was asleep, Kurt sat up. He looked over to the hazel-eyed boy, who was sprawled across his head. Kurt needed to clear his head, he changed into his jeans, and a black hoody he had brought with him. Hunting always helped to clear his head. He slipped on his converse, grabbed his phone, and opened the window silently. Kurt slipped out, landing on the ground with a dull thud. Kurt immediately froze at the sound of footsteps. Kurt pushed himself to the wall and crouched down, shape shifting into a flower. Shapeshifters could shift into anything, so long as said thing was living. A tall man armed with a gun passed by Kurt, and as he turned the corner, Kurt shifted back. Idiot! Kurt mentally smacked himself. Of course there would be guards. Kurt cautiously peered around the corner, before sprinting to the tree he had seen earlier. Kurt made sure to move so fast that he was barely visible and was at the tree two seconds later. Kurt easily scaled the trunk of the tree, and sat perched on a branch. Kurt took one last look at the school before launching himself out of the tree and over the fence. Kurt took off towards the Westerville, shutting his mind down, and preparing for the hunt.
"Oh! Kuuuuurt," Blaine whined. Kurt looked up from between Blaine's legs, and gave him a smirk and a saucy wink.
"You like this Blaine? You want this? You want me?" Kurt purred. Blaine moaned, and arched his back up, desperate for friction. Kurt flicked his wrist around Blaine's cock Blaine came, and moaned loudly,
"Kuuuurt!" Blaine jerked awake, and looked at his sheets with horror. He had just had a wet dream about his roommate who he had known for not even a full day, his roommate who was right beside… who wasn't there. Blaine sat up.
"Kurt?" Blaine called tentatively. Hearing no response, Blaine got up, switched his pants, and looked in the bathroom for his missing roommate. No Kurt. Puzzled, Blaine went back in the room. Blaine noticed his pillow was still on Kurt's bed. He walked over and picked it up. The window was open, which was odd. The window was closed when they went to bed. Blaine felt Kurt's bed. It was cold. Kurt had been gone a while. Kurt's shoes were missing too. Blaine looked back at the window again, before shrugging and getting back into bed. It was impossible to leave the Dalton grounds and not get caught… right? Blaine fell asleep, confused.
Kurt kept to the back alleys. If he was going to kill, it wasn't going to be anyone innocent. Kurt saw a man passed out drunk in an alley. It would be painless. Easy. Kurt still moved cautiously towards the man, and Kurt felt his fangs lengthening. Kurt's eyes glowed red, and his only thoughts were primitive. Kurt leaped onto the man, instantly snapping his neck and biting into his neck. Blood poured into his mouth, and Kurt drank greedily. Kurt couldn't help the moan that ripped from his body. Kurt heard a thud from behind him. He turned around, face twisted in a snarl, and blood dripping from his lips. He had company. A large, muscled man stood at the only exit from the alley. The man growled at Kurt and lunged at him. Kurt snarled, and was knocked to the ground. The man was raining blows down on Kurt. Kurt realized he was really in trouble and a burst of adrenaline allowed Kurt to push the man off him and spring to his feet. The two circled each other, and Kurt dove forward, fangs out. Kurt knocked the man down, and went to work with his fangs, ripping, tearing. The man raised his hands and started clawing at Kurt's face and neck. Kurt snarled, and landed one final blow on the man right between the eyes. The vampire below him howled, and pushed Kurt off him and ran from the alley. Kurt sat there a moment, and took a deep breath. He crawled over to the dead man's body, and took a sip of blood. Kurt felt the blood as it traveled down his throat. Kurt hesitantly touched his face and hissed. His hands came away bloody. (A/N! Vampires can only be hurt by other vampires!) He sighed, and thought about how much he wished Mercedes was here right now. Kurt pulled out his phone, and called Mercedes.
"Hello?" Kurt felt himself relax at the sound of her voice.
"Hey Mercedes," Kurt said.
"What's wrong boo?" Mercedes asked. Kurt smiled, she always knew when something was wrong.
"I went hunting tonight, and another vampire tried to take my kill, and we fought…"
"Are you okay?" she instantly asked.
"A little cut up, but not too bad." Kurt heard her sigh with relief.
"Okay, well how's Dalton?"
"Well," Kurt paused. "I've already made two enemies, and my roomie's pretty nice. His friends are good too. Anyways, It's almost 5am in Ohio, so I've gotta get back. I'll call you again when I can."
"Alright, be careful!" Kurt clicked the phone off, and made his way back to Dalton.
Dave Karofsky walked the halls of the Dalton dorms coming to a stop outside room 213. Dave knocked tentatively, and Mark Vanders opened the door.
"Karofsky, what do you want?" Mark said with a sneer.
"Look, we need to do something about that Hummel kid," Mark's beefy arm shot out and pulled Dave into his room, and kicked the door clothes.
"Are you stupid? Fucking cameras everywhere. Anyways, yeah, we need to get rid of him. Rough him up a little y'know?" Dave nodded enthusiastically.
"We need to know more about him though, first. Find out what room he's in, who he's hanging out with, and then we'll talk more. Now get the fuck out of my room." Dave Karofsky scurried out of his room and headed back to his own.
For those confused, The Dave Karofsky in present day is actually a relative of the Dave from 1924. Present day Dave was named for his great grandpa, who was the one that Kurt knew in 1924. Hope this clears things up!
How was that? If you guys have any questions or any suggestions on what you want to happen, leave em in the reviews! And I switched POV a lot, I know, sorry. I like having different POV's because then you can see the story from another angle. Anyways, hope you enjoyed it!
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