Chapter 6
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Kurt was just raising his hands to knock again when the door creaked open, and revealed Cameron leaning against the doorway, wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants.
"Oh, Kurty. How nice of you to drop in!" Cameron said. Kurt pushed past him, and spun around in the middle of the room. Cameron had closed the door, and was leaning on it, almost lazily.
"How nice of you to keep the fact that you could fucking control minds to yourself, huh?" Kurt snarled. Cameron just shrugged.
"Would you have still been my friend if I had told you?" he said with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes! Of course! But seeing as you fucking controlled Blaine…" Kurt paused. "Is it really that hard to find someone to sleep with you?" Kurt sneered the last part. Cameron's eyes darkened.
"No, it's rather easy. Except for you. I want you, Kurt. You just don't see your own feelings! If you don't feel comfortable getting rid of Blaine, I could… arrange something for you? It'd be easy! I wouldn't even charge it!" Kurt stiffened, and crossed over to Cameron, and glared up at him.
"You. Deranged. Psychopath." Kurt hissed. "I don't want you! I want Blaine! And if anything happens to him, I will kill you. You can count on that. Don't come near me, or Blaine, or any of my friends again." Kurt spit the words out with venomous rage. He grabbed Cameron's shoulder and pushed him to the floor, stepping over him. A hand, lightning quick, snapped out and grabbed Kurt's ankle.
"Oh, Kurt. You're so deluded. We'll be together, I promise." Kurt kicked out of his grip, and stomped out the door, slamming it shut. Still on the floor, Cameron rolled his eyes. Didn't Kurt realize that humans simply could not be in relationships with vampires? It was unnatural. Cameron thought back to his old relationships. He thought of James, his experiment. James was how he knew that humans and vampires just did not go together. It was a shame, what happened, James was such a nice boy… Cameron stayed on the floor, as his mind fell into a flashback.
1744 – Italy
Cameron walked into James' small home. He had received a note to come here. James and Cameron had been dating for a few months now, although James still remained clueless about Cameron's true identity, but it was unimportant. Cameron had executed perfect self-control so far, and had managed not to harm James. Cameron walked through the house, and stood in the doorway of James' bedroom. And there he was, stark naked, lying open across the bed. Just for him. Cameron groaned, and immediately walked towards the bed and lay down with James. Cameron was a little nervous, he could tell what James wanted, and not just because he was able to read his mind. He didn't know if his self-control was that strong.
His thoughts were interrupted by lithe arms circling around him, and pulling him on top of the naked boy.
"Cameron," he purred. He looked up, and met the dark blue gaze. James drew Cameron's mouth to his with a steady hand on the back of his neck. Their lips met briefly, before Cameron shimmied down James' body, his mouth just above James' hard cock. He breathed on it, and a low whine came from James.
"Please, Cameron, I need you," he begged. Cameron sucked James' head into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, his hand circled the parts that Cameron's mouth couldn't reach, working James' up.
"Oh god," Cameron looked up, and saw James' biting his lip. Cameron took a look into his thoughts,
Oh dear sweet Jesus, ungh, I just want to fuck his mouth. Cameron came back to reality with a grin, and then he smelled it. Blood. Cameron moaned loudly, his mouth coming off James with a pop. His head cocked, he breathed deep. He looked up at James, who's lips were dark red from him biting down on them, who had apparently bit down hard enough to break the skin. Cameron tried to fight off his instincts, but he couldn't. He surged forward, and sucked on James' lips, bringing more of the blood into his mouth. His fingers trailed down his neck, found the pulse point, and made a deep cut above it. Blood started gushing out of it in time with James' very audible heartbeat. He fastened his mouth onto the cut, nearly blocking out James cries completely. He did not feel the hands desperately trying to push Cameron off, did not notice when the body beneath him stilled. He only looked up once the blood stopped flowing. He got onto his knees, and looked down at James. The beautiful blonde was dead, bright red lip marks starting at his own lips, with smears going down to the cut on his neck. Cameron covered his own mouth, as a tear rolled down his bloodied cheek. He quickly stood, and ran out of the house, a muffled sob escaping his hand as he ran off into the night.
Cameron regained control of his thoughts at that point, wiping his now damp cheeks. Ever since James, he had sworn off any intimate contact with humans. Aside from Blaine, that is. But he didn't like Blaine, he wanted Blaine out of the way. He wanted Kurt. He also thought of Jace, the vampire he had controlled into a relationship with him. He had figured, the spark was there, all he was doing was speeding up the process a little. It hadn't lasted long, and Jace had left as soon as he found out. But Kurt was different. Kurt was so, so different.
Kurt walked back to his room, trying to get a handle on his temper. Cameron was absolutely psycho, and Kurt was definitely afraid for Blaine. He wouldn't put it past Cameron to try anything. He thought of how he had wished for a less boring life just a month ago with Mercedes. He laughed bitterly. Sooner than he would have liked, Kurt was outside his door. He didn't know if Blaine was still inside, and a part of him wished that he wasn't. He sighed, and pushed open the door.
Blaine was laying on his bed, nose stuck in a book. If he noticed Kurt come in, he didn't acknowledge it.
"Blaine?" Kurt asked, quietly. Blaine's head snapped up, and he turned to look at Kurt.
"Kurt? Hey, hi." He said breathlessly. Kurt managed a small smile, and went to sit by the bed. He paused, unsure of what to say.
"I… it's okay. I forgive you, even though you don't need forgiving. I don't own you or anything," Kurt was unable to stop the tone of regret seeping into his last words. Blaine looked at him long and hard.
"Kurt, you know I would love to be yours, and love to call you mine. It was your idea… wait. Haven't we waited long enough?" Blaine almost sounded pleading. Kurt bit his lip, looking away from him. It was too hard to refuse if he was looking in those stupid, beautiful, hazel eyes of his.
"Blaine… I can't. Once we…" he paused. "Just not now. I need time." Kurt thought he sounded silly saying it, he'd had nothing but time, a full lifetime, and a full eternity stretched out in front of him. Blaine sighed, and his shoulders slumped. It really hurt Kurt that he had to keep doing this to him, but he had to be sure; about telling Blaine.
"But, you do like me though? You're not just leading me on?" Blaine asked, quietly. Kurt's heart nearly broke, he looked at Blaine.
"Yes Blaine, I really like you." He really emphasized on the 'really'.
He didn't think he could bear it if Blaine hated him, and didn't want anything to do with him once Kurt told him. A small part of his mind protested, he wouldn't. He loves you. Kurt shoved that part away. He looked back to Blaine to find that he had been talking to him.
"Er, what?" Kurt asked, sheepishly. Blaine rolled his eyes.
"I wish you'd stop like, hanging on my every word." He winked, but his face grew somber again.
"But Kurt, I understand. I'd wait forever for you, that much I'm sure." Kurt got shivers, and mutely nodded. Blaine caressed his cheek, and got up and headed into the bathroom. Kurt groaned, and fell back against Blaine's bed. He wanted Blaine, but he didn't know if Blaine would want him after he told him. He flipped over onto his stomach, and couldn't help but breathe in the scent of Blaine off his sheets. He heard Blaine come out of the bathroom a moment later, and felt the bed creak as Blaine kneeled down beside Kurt's legs.
"You look tense." And a leg swung over Kurt's body, so Blaine was straddling his butt. His rough hands began working into Kurt's shoulders and neck.
"Blaine, what are you-" Kurt was cut off.
"Ssh, just relax." And so Kurt did, his eyes drooping. Some time later, Blaine leaned down and whispered in his ear,
"Feel good?" Kurt could only groan. He felt wonderful, as if all his troubles and stress had melted away under Blaine's touch. He got off of Kurt, and Kurt felt himself missing the warm weight. A whimper left his lips as Blaine went over to his closet. He looked back at Kurt, who had slightly messy hair, sleepy and glazed over eyes, who had barely lifted his face from the pillow to look at him. A smile broke over his face, and his eyes twinkled with amusement.
"What was that?" Blaine asked, eyebrows raised. Kurt 'harrumphed' into the pillow, and Blaine laughed. He sat back on the bed, beside Kurt and patted his back.
"Oh, don't worry Kurt. I don't mind if you steal my bed. Of course you can sleep here." Kurt didn't answer, for he was already asleep. Blaine looked down at him with a fond smile, and settled in behind Kurt, and pulled him into his arms. He flicked the light off, tightened his arms around the pale boy in front of him, and fell asleep.
Blaine woke up with empty arms, and a mini tornado in the dorm room. Kurt was running around the room at an amazing speed, clothes flying everywhere. When Kurt saw that Blaine was up, he turned to him, looking frantic.
"Blaine! Get up!" he screeched. Blaine woke up fully at that. It was better than an alarm clock.
"Wait, what?" he said.
"It's 7:40! Classes start in twenty minutes!" Blaine groaned, as Kurt practically flew into the bathroom and closed the door with a loud snap. He got out of his bed slowly, and picked a pair of pants off the floor. He shrugged them on, and found a white shirt also on the floor. He picked it up, and sniffed it. He cocked his head, and smelled it again. Definitely not mine, Blaine thought. Good God, Kurt smells good. He put the shirt on Kurt's bed, and rummaged around until he found one that was indeed his. He picked up a tie, and set on his bed, waiting for Kurt to come out of the bathroom. When Kurt did, Blaine walked up to him and sheepishly held out his tie. Kurt smiled, before quickly reaching around Blaine's neck, and tying it. Kurt didn't let go of the tie though, he tugged Blaine towards him, and gave him a quick peck on the corner of his mouth.
He then turned and walked out the door.
"See you in Math," and he winked and closed the door. Blaine groaned, and quickly shrugged on his blazer and went off to his Science class.
Kurt walked in the door moments before the bell rang. He sat down to questioning looks from Nick and Wes.
"Where were you and Blaine this morning?" Wes hissed.
"Overslept, forgot to set our alarms," Kurt whispered back. They nodded, and turned to the front to see what chapters they had to read today, and then settled back and opened their books. Kurt got distracted after about ten minutes thinking about none other than Blaine. He sighed. He really would have to tell him soon if he expected to keep being able to kiss him. Kurt bit his lip, and took a look around the hectic classroom. All the other students were messing around, sitting on desks and talking. Kurt looked at the other corner and saw a slight boy with shaggy black hair and vivid green eyes from what Kurt could see. He nodded at Kurt as their gazes met, and then the boy went back to his book. Kurt checked the clock that had a large crack in its face. Class was over in about ten minutes. He picked up his book again, and started to read.
He had just gotten reabsorbed into the book when the bell rang. He groaned, and set it down on the desk. He walked to the doorway, and saw Blaine standing outside.
"You get here awfully fast." Kurt said. Blaine just shrugged. Together, they made their way to the Math classroom. Karofsky bumped up against them and Kurt heard him hiss in Blaine's ear,
"Watch your back, faggot," Blaine tensed, and Kurt whirled around. A growl ripped from his throat before he could stop it, and Blaine's hand on his arm was the only thing stopping him from going after Karofsky and ripping his throat open. Kurt took several deep breaths, calming himself.
Kurt met Blaine's worried gaze. Kurt just looked down and sped up their pace towards Math. They got there in good time and sat down in their usual seats. Blaine's face still looked troubled, so Kurt reached over and patted his leg. He wanted to do more, he really wanted to, but they were in the middle of a crowded classroom so that might not be the best idea. Blaine gave him a small smile, but his eyes still remained a little dark. Kurt sighed, and turned to the teacher as he began their lesson.
A half hour into the class, a neatly folded square landed on his desk. Kurt frowned, and unfolded it.
Kurt, don't make any plans tonight. Just meet me in the dorm at six, and not before!
Blaine
Kurt smiled. He scribbled a quick response,
Can't wait
Kurt
Kurt refolded the paper, and flicked it back at him. Blaine read it, and Kurt saw his face light up. Kurt grinned. The rest of the class passed easily enough, and it was off to lunch. French and Rec went pretty normally, aside from a small fight that had sprung up in the middle of the rec yard. Once the final bell of the day had rung, Blaine waved to Kurt, and walked out of the locker room. Kurt frowned, and made to follow but was stopped by a hand on his arm. Kurt spun around, and saw Jeff's grinning face. He raised a questioning eyebrow.
"Strict orders from Blaine, you're stuck with us for now." A grin crept over Kurt's face, and he nodded.
"What are we doing?" Jeff didn't answer, rather just pulled Kurt out of the locker room and up the stairs, past Kurt's own room and stopped outside room 309. Jeff knocked quickly, and the door opened. Wes smiled at them, before allowing them inside. David sat on one of the beds with Nick, talking animatedly.
"Hey guys!" Jeff yelled, bounding across the room to sit right in the middle of the two, effectively ending their conversation. He pecked Nick on the cheek, and then turned to Kurt.
"Hey Kurt!" David called.
"Hey guys, what are we gonna do?" Kurt replied. A smile lit up the boys faces. Each joining in, one by one, a melody began to unfold. Kurt listened for a moment, and grinned. He paused for a moment, listening to the familiar tune, and began to sing.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
Kurt's mind instantly went back to the very night he met Mercedes, the last time he had sung this song. He was so glad he had, he didn't know where he'd be without her.
Black bird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
all your life
you were only waiting for this moment to be free
Kurt placed his bag down, before returning to the middle of the room. He belted out the lyrics strongly, although not overly loud. The result was a powerful, moving song that had the other boys in the room staring at him, nearly forgetting to keep singing.
Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.
Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.
Kurt sung the last verse quietly, as he sat down on what he assumed was Wes' bed.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise,
You were only waiting for this moment to arise,
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
He finished and looked over.
"That was really fun," Kurt said. Which was definitely, true, Kurt hadn't had a singing partner in a long time other than Mercedes. Although Mercedes' voice was undeniably amazing, Kurt had longed for some variety.
"So Kurt," Jeff began. Kurt looked at him, draped over Nick's lap. Nick was ruffling his hair affectionately. Jeff swatted his hand away before turning back to Kurt.
"What's up with you and Blaine?" Kurt paused.
"Well, I like him and he likes me, bu-" Jeff cut Kurt off, with a whoop.
"I now christen you Klaine!" He declared, making a ridiculous motion with his hands.
"But," Kurt continued, "I'm not really ready for a relationship at the moment… We've agreed to wait for a bit." Jeff looked sad.
"So what's going on tonight, then?" Wes asked, who had just plopped down beside Kurt. Kurt simply shrugged.
"I have no idea." He couldn't help the smile that spread over his face. Nick and Jeff pretended to swoon, collapsing against each other. Kurt rolled his eyes, and Wes and David chuckled. The boys pulled out their respective homework, and worked with minimal distractions until dinner. Most of said distractions were, unsurprisingly, from Jeff. The boys walked down to the cafeteria, and Kurt found his eyes searching for Blaine, who wasn't there. He frowned, as they went to sit down at their table.
Kurt looked at what was being served. He saw some edible-looking pasta, so he shrugged and joined the others in line. He filled his tray with a small amount of pasta and a bottle of water. He returned to the table and dug in. Turns out, the pasta was actually pretty good. He glanced around as he chewed, his eyes landing on Karofsky and Vanders. They grinned at him and winked. Kurt glared back at them, but was confused by their behavior. He considered asking Cameron to see if he could find out what they were thinking, but then remembered what had just recently happened. No. Cameron is psycho. A crazy. Nothing more to do with him. And right on cue, Cameron walked through the doors of the cafeteria. He paused by Kurt.
"Hiya Kurt!" He patted his back, and left, giving a small smile to those around the table. Kurt's eyes flashed, and he felt rage bubbling up through his system at the stupid boy. He angrily stabbed at his pasta, no longer hungry. He checked the clock, it was 5:55. Kurt rose from the table.
"Got to go, I'll see you guys later." Most of the guys waved, as their mouths were full, but Jeff added a wink. Kurt walked from the hall, and noticed that Karofsky and Vanders weren't there. He hadn't even noticed. Kurt frowned, not liking the feeling his instincts were giving, although since he trusted them, he veered down a hallway that went around to the far end of the dorm and was rarely used. He heard thumps and grunts. A whimper of pain reached his ears, and Kurt tensed. He could tell who it was.
"Blaine," he snarled, and took off down the corner at inhuman speed.
Blaine walked back inside from the yard. He had been waiting in the room when he realized that he wanted to get Kurt a flower. He was walking, and had was almost at the stair well when he was shoved against the wall. He looked up and saw Mark Vanders. A fist crashed into his stomach without warning, and Blaine let loose a yelp, dropping the rose to the floor. Another punch caught him, in the ribs. Blaine doubled over, and was met with Vanders' knee rushing up into his face. He turned his head, but the knee caught him in the cheek bone. He whimpered in pain. Rough hands grabbed his shoulders and arms, pinning them behind his back. He was made to stand up straight, as more punches rained down onto his face, chest and abdomen. Blaine heard a snarl, and saw an inhuman blur come around the corner and suddenly Mark wasn't there anymore. Blaine kicked back and caught his other attacker, who he found out was Karofsky in the shins, and turned and kneed him in the jaw. He followed it up with a punch, and heard a crack that he guessed was Dave's nose. He was rewarded with a gush of blood flowing across his knuckles.
He turned to look at Mark, and found him on the floor, Kurt straddling him and punching him all over. Blaine's eyes widened. Sure it looked like Kurt, but it couldn't be. This looked like a monster. Vicious snarls and growls tore from Kurt, as he pummeled the boy beneath him. Kurt didn't look human, the speed of which his fists flew, the sounds he was making, and holy fuck, were those fangs?
Kurt rounded the corner, and saw Blaine being jumped by Karofsky and Vanders. He lost it, launching himself at Vanders. He pushed him to the floor, hearing his head hit the tile with a crack. Kurt rained blows down on him, audibly breaking bones. Rage filled every particle of his body. He could feel himself transforming, shifting, and found he couldn't stop it. He could feel his eyes turning red, his fangs coming out, and his body was starting to turn into the horrible creature that he had assumed the shape of when he had killed that girl in the park a few days ago. Inhuman snarls tore from his throat, as he felt Vanders' nose break.
"You. Went. Too. Fucking. Far." Kurt hissed. He paused a moment, his hands twitching eagerly to deliver the killing blow. A whimper of pain from behind him allowed him to get a handle on his rage, and he looked back and saw Blaine collapsed against the wall, Karofsky aiming kicks at him. He leapt off of Vanders, who was unconscious and bloody, and turned towards Karofsky.
"Are you a fucking idiot?" Kurt stalked towards him, easily picking up a table that was against the wall in one hand, and whipped it at Karofsky, narrowly missing him. The table splintered against the wall beside Dave's head. Karofsky immediately stopped, and backed away. He turned to run, but Kurt was on him before he could take a step. He knocked them to the ground with inhuman speed, and pulled his head up by his short hair, his nails digging into his head.
"You will not, ever, fuck with me or my friends again." Kurt hissed, and slammed Dave's head down onto the floor, the tile cracking. A horrified gasp from behind him had Kurt whirling around, and taking in Blaine's bruised and bloody form, who was looking up at him, absolutely terrified. Kurt froze.
"Bl-Blaine. Stay… stay right here. Please." And without staying for an answer, he took off, pushing his vampire speed to the limits, looking for the only person who could help him. Cameron. Kurt followed his scent to the rec yard, and found him under the tree that Kurt used to get out of Dalton.
"Oh Kurt! Such a pleasure to see you, as always. Why don't you tell me why you have blood on your hands?" Kurt froze, he hadn't even noticed the blood, he had been too concerned with protecting Blaine, and too consumed with rage to even care.
"Please, please Cameron. I need your help. I snapped, and almost killed Karofsky and Vanders. I need you to wipe their memories, please." Kurt begged him, tears sliding down Kurt's face. He hastily wiped them away, leaving bloody smears down his face. Cameron bit his lip, considering.
"Alright, for a price." Cameron stared long and hard at Kurt.
"Anything, a favor of your choosing… within reason, if you help me." Cameron tilted his head, as if considering and stuck out his hand. Kurt grasped his forearm, a custom to do when giving someone your word, or a promise.
"Okay, let's go." And the two sped off to the hallway, where Blaine still sat, slumped against the corner. Cameron walked over to the two unconscious bodies, and pressed his hands to their foreheads. He closed his eyes for a moment, and then relaxed.
"All done. But remember our deal, Kurt." Cameron turned, and walked silently away. Kurt approached Blaine timidly.
"Blaine?" Kurt was met with a groan of pain. Kurt reached forward slowly, and felt his heart nearly break when Blaine flinched.
"Can we go back to the room?" Blaine attempted to stand, and Kurt's arm shot out and steadied him. He attempted to take a step, and stumbled. Kurt caught him, sighed, and hoisted him over his shoulder. Blaine squeaked, but Kurt had already started running and was outside their room in seconds. He pushed the door open, and laid Blaine down on his bed. He immediately sat up, and stared at Kurt.
"What the fuck did you do?" Blaine yelled.
"Blaine…"
"Kurt! What the fuck just happened? Are they okay?" Blaine's voice was growing louder.
"Blaine, please, just list-" Blaine threw his hands up.
"What am I supposed to listen to? How do you explain that? How do you even explain yourself Kurt? You weren't even acting human! Who are you?" Blaine screamed the last part at Kurt. Kurt's shoulders slumped, defeated. A weird look crossed Blaine's features.
"Kurt… what are you?" Blaine asked, softly. Kurt met Blaine's terrified, angry and searching gaze.
I guess I've got some explaining to do.
"You're not going to believe me, but…"
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