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Chapter 16 – Final Chapter
Kurt relaxed with his head on Blaine's bare chest, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the outlines of Blaine's abs. Blaine's hand reached up and captured Kurt's, causing him to look upwards.
"Tickles," Blaine explained. Kurt grinned before snuggling his head more onto Blaine's chest. Blaine had one arm folded behind his head, the other wrapped protectively around Kurt's back, his fingers dipping and trailing along Kurt's hips.
"So, why did you owe Cameron?" Blaine said. Kurt looked upwards to Blaine's relaxed face.
"Actually, it was the night that you well… that you found out about vampires. Did you ever wonder how we managed to get off scot-free with the whole Vanders and Karofsky attack? Well, it was because of Cameron. He came and wiped Karofsky and Vanders' memories, leaving them with no memory of who attacked them. But, very few things in life are free… this was not one of them. In return, Cameron said he wanted one favor of his choice, and I agreed." Blaine was silent a moment, taking it in.
"I see. There's also something else I was wondering about… Cameron said something about having an amulet that belonged to an old wizard… are there other supernatural things too?" Kurt furrowed his brows.
"Well. Yes, there are. There's quite a lot actually… but you wouldn't ever come face to face with most… and you wouldn't want to. There's a place called the Otherworld; another dimension if you will. And in there dwell a number of things… the natures of which are not exactly known," Kurt paused a moment. "As anything or anyone who goes into the Otherworld… well they don't tend to come back. What can be guaranteed though are demons. But, there are also more that roam the Earth like us. There are witches and wizards, ghosts and werewolves."
"Werewolves?" Blaine asked. Kurt smiled.
"Yeah, but they aren't like what most authors or movie directors portray them as. Once they are turned, they become hermits, living only with their pack. They stay well away from cities, as they are simply wolves... nothing human about them when they are in their wolf form. In fact, after being turned, most will not have any human contact for the rest of their life. And no, they don't live forever, but their average lifespan is longer than a human." Kurt concluded.
"Huh. Interesting," Blaine murmured. Kurt turned onto his side and propped himself up on his elbow.
"I have some questions for you now though, Mr. Anderson," Kurt began. Blaine looked over, intrigued.
"What could you possibly want to know?" Blaine replied with a mock British accent.
"I'm just wondering… are you happy? I mean, do you miss your friends… Jeff, Nick, David and Wes? I would do anything Blaine… anything, to make you happy." Kurt looked up at Blaine, who had an unreadable look on his face, and his fingers stilled on Kurt's hip. Blaine sighed.
"Of course I miss them… they were like my family even before I went to Dalton. That being said, Kurt, I am happy. If I had to choose, you would win every time. I love you. You being my mate proves that; we were destined to be together… You don't have to do anything, I'm happy!" Blaine said, but then a thoughtful look crossed his face.
"I know you said that we couldn't turn them… but that would just be amazing. I'd get them and you," Blaine said, smiling softly. Kurt bit his lip.
"What if I've changed my mind? Maybe we could turn them… but maybe not for a little bit, but sometime in the future. Give them at least a chance to live their life, you know?" Kurt said. Blaine grinned and nodded.
"I can live with that," he said. Kurt leaned over and kissed Blaine on the lips, and then moved down to his neck. He bit into Blaine's neck, and Blaine's hiss of pain was soon replaced by a moan, as Kurt drank the blood with little kitten licks. Blaine's arm around Kurt tightened as he drew him ever closer. Kurt pulled his head away and licked over the bite to close it. Blaine groaned, and then dipped his head to kiss Kurt gently.
Kurt stood from the bed, and turned around facing a very relaxed/sleepy Blaine.
"We should go somewhere…" Kurt began. Blaine rubbed at his eyes before sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Where did you have in mind?" Blaine asked, stretching. Kurt paused.
"Do you want to go to like… New York? We could like, walk there, slowly making our way, a road trip of a sort?" Kurt said, looking to Blaine hopefully. Blaine bit his lip.
"Sure, anything with you and I'm good," Blaine said, sleepily. Kurt beamed and Blaine leaned forward, resting his head against Kurt's stomach. Kurt dropped his hands and ran his fingers through Blaine's hair, causing him to let out an almost-purr. Kurt smiled and dropped to his knees, laughing when he saw Blaine's pout at eye-level. Kurt leaned in and pressed his lips to Blaine's. Blaine smiled into the kiss and gave Kurt's bottom lip a playful bite. Kurt drew in a sharp breath, as a trickle of blood seeped out of the tiny cut, and Blaine kissed Kurt harder, his hand moving to cup around Kurt's neck. Blaine held Kurt to him, Kurt's blood adding a fire to the kiss.
A few moments later, Kurt drew back almost reluctantly.
"We've got to get ready," Kurt said, and Blaine fell back against the bed with an exaggerated groan. Kurt smiled and walked out of the room. He paused at the doorway when he realized Blaine was still on the bed. Kurt picked up a small book from the bookshelf by the door, and threw it so it hit Blaine in the foot. Blaine let out a growl, and had Kurt pinned to the wall, his wrists held together above him, in a flash. Kurt whimpered, and Blaine snarled and dipped his head to Kurt's neck, before giving Kurt's neck a quick peck with a laugh. Kurt rolled his eyes, and allowed himself to be pulled out of the room and downstairs by Blaine.
Kurt stood on the doorstep behind Blaine. They both had small backpacks slung over their backs with a few items of clothing in it. Packing light was essential, seeing as they would be running most of the way.
"I've got my wallet; I don't think I'll need much else." Blaine looked at Kurt sideways.
"I've got you, and that's all I need," Blaine purred with a wink. Kurt rolled his eyes and gave Blaine an affectionate grin.
"Dork," Kurt said. Blaine grinned bashfully and they linked hands and started to run.
Kurt and Blaine were walking in easy silence when suddenly Kurt stopped and his head snapped up, alert. Blaine opened his mouth to question but Kurt silenced him with a finger pressed against his lips. Kurt looked around and spotted a tree. He sprinted over to it, beckoning Blaine.
"Up," he hissed, and scrambled up after Blaine. Kurt was sure he heard it. It was nearly unnoticeable, but Kurt swore he heard the sound of a twig snapping. Kurt stared down, waiting for any slight movement to break the stillness of the forest floor. And then, two women cautiously walked into Kurt's line of vision, walking slowly and silently. The brunette looked upwards and locked eyes with Kurt. Kurt glared back, as she came to a rest at the bottom of the tree.
"Hey there, boys" she purred. "I mean you no harm, just passing through," Kurt looked at Blaine, who gave a brief nod. Together they dropped from the tree, landing softly a few feet in front of the girls; a blonde and a Latina.
"Same," Kurt said. When the Latina saw Blaine looking at the blonde, she took her arm possessively.
"She's taken, hobbit," the Latina snarled. Blaine tensed, but threw up his hands in surrender.
"I'm gay, and mated," Blaine added, pointing at his mate-mark. The brunette's eyes flashed to Kurt's wrist, saw the matching mark, and relaxed.
"I'm Kurt, and this is Blaine," Kurt said.
"I'm Santana, and she's Brittany," she said, gesturing to herself, and then to Brittany. Brittany waved. Blaine nodded to both, and cocked his head at Brittany. Brittany's eyes hadn't left Blaine since they had first landed on him.
"Yes?" Blaine asked politely. Brittany's brow furrowed.
"Did Santa Claus let you go on a field trip or something?" She asked airily. Blaine tensed, and Kurt hid a laugh in a cough.
"Excuse me?" Blaine said in a tone that could be mistaken for polite, but Kurt recognized the edge to it.
"Well you're an elf aren't you?" She asked, cocking her head. Blaine opened his mouth to retort, an angry look crossing his features, but Kurt put a calming hand on his arm. Blaine looked over to Kurt, scowling, but Kurt shook his head.
"Brittany, he's not an elf. He's just short… really short," Santana added, looking at Blaine with a wry grin. Blaine rolled his eyes. You think whatever vampire god was out there could at least have made him a couple inches taller…
"So!" Kurt began brightly, "Where are you headed?" Santana's smug gaze left Blaine and turned to Kurt.
"We're not really sure… somewhere over there though," She replied, pointing to the direction that Kurt and Blaine had came from.
"Well, there's Ohio, and not much else," Kurt said. Santana nodded thoughtfully.
"Where are you guys going?" Brittany piped up.
"New York, but we're taking the scenic route," Blaine added, smiling. Kurt reached down and grasped Blaine's hand.
"Very gay," Santana said, and Kurt's head snapped towards her, his face already set in a 'bitch glare'. But when he saw Santana's playful expression, he relaxed.
"Easy, tiger," she said. Kurt couldn't resist smiling. Despite her aggressive impression, he found he really liked the fiery Latina.
"You look like a china doll!" Brittany suddenly added. Kurt cocked his head and looked at her.
"Thanks?" He said. Brittany nodded at him, a smile on her face.
"So you guys are dolphins, like me and San, right?" Brittany asked. Kurt turned to Santana, confused. Santana just shook her head with a smile.
"Yeah, they're dolphin friends," Santana answered. Blaine frowned at Kurt and Kurt just smiled at him.
"Well, as pleasant as it has been, we're gonna head on now," Santana said. Kurt nodded.
"Nice meeting you, Brittany, Santana," Blaine said. The girls nodded and turned. Brittany turned and called back,
"Bye elf! Bye doll!" Kurt bit his lip to keep from laughing, and rather just waved. As the pair turned and started walking, Blaine turned to Kurt, a thoughtful look on his face.
"I don't really look like an elf, do I?" Kurt stopped and turned to him.
"Not at all. You're not short, you're just fun-sized!" Kurt said, grinning. Blaine rolled his eyes.
"Kurt," Blaine began, but he was cut off.
"Blaine. I don't care how tall you are. You don't look like an elf at all, and I love you and think you're sexy as hell," Kurt reassured. Blaine relaxed, but some doubt still lingered in his eyes. They started walking again.
"I don't look like a doll though," Kurt said softly, and Blaine turned with a huge grin on his face.
"Yes you do, like a little," Blaine paused and reached out. He pinched Kurt's cheek, only to have his hand batted away. "Like a little porcelain doll," Blaine continued. Kurt grunted and they continued on their way.
I realize this chapter was short, but it was just kind of winding down the story. The response to this story has been incredible! Thank you all so much, for everything. This was the greatest first story+readers I could have asked for! So thank you. It means so much :-) Stay tuned for the epilogue, hopefully which will be done by Sunday night!
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