A/N:
Hey! Just a quick note today. I just wanted to say thank you guys for continuing to read and review and all that good stuff. It means so much to me that you guys have stuck around, even with the year I left you waiting. And to all the new readers who have no idea what I'm talking about, you guys mean the world to me too. Now that I'm done gushing, just a few warnings. There is some brief non-con in this chapter, nothing between Kurt and Blaine and nothing explicit, but if that makes you uncomfortable, feel free to skip the end (starting when Chandler comes over) and message me to know what happened. There is also some mention of blood and almost killing people in this chapter, but I figure if you've made it this far that shouldn't be an issue.
So, now that that's over with, enjoy! I should have the next part up within a week or so, and it will probably be much shorter than this one (it's 26 pages in Google Docs! Yay!)
As soon as Kurt walked into the Lima Bean, he was met with an armful of over excited blonde boy. Kurt was reminded of a golden retriever for a moment before the boy spoke.
"God, we all thought the worst! Kurt, there was so much blood and you were gone and we thought it had to be yours and-"
"Chan, I'm fine," Kurt chuckled. "Though I appreciate it, you don't need to worry about me."
"Where did you go, though? Why did you leave?" Chandler asked, checking over the boy from head to toe to make sure nothing was wrong.
"How about we get drinks and sit down and we can talk about it, okay?" They did just that, and as soon as they were seated, the blonde boy began his incessant questioning again.
"Chandler, slow down, one question at a time."
Chandler took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself before talking again. "Why did you leave and why hasn't any one seen you since second period yesterday?"
Kurt sighed. He'd have to come up with something on the fly. "I got a call from the hospital yesterday telling me that my dad was in the hospital. That's why my phone was on the locker room floor and why I left. I went in there to have some privacy to answer the call and after hearing the news I dropped the phone in shock." At least that part was the truth. "I couldn't stay after that, and one of my family members came and picked me up after hearing the news, which is why my car is still in the lot. I'm staying with him for now, which is why no one has seen me. Does that answer all your questions?"
Chandler sighed in relief and nodded. "Yes, thank you. Like I said, we all thought the worst. But seeing as how you're sitting right across from me, I see that we were wrong."
Kurt laughed. "Makes sense." They drank their coffee in silence before Kurt asked, "So, how have you been lately? We haven't seen each other since our run in here a couple months ago."
"I know. Good, I suppose, and I'm sorry for not getting in touch with you, there's been some personal stuff that I've had to work out since then."
"Oh, I get it, don't apologize," the teen smiled.
"That's actually something I wanted to talk to you about," Chandler said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
"Sure. What's up?" Kurt asked, taking a sip of his mocha.
"Not… not here. It's not something that I can say in public." Kurt instantly became worried for his friend.
"Is everything alright? No one's bother you or anything, are they?" he asked, leaning forward on the table to run his eyes over his friend's body to make sure he was alright.
"No! No, nothing like that, I'm fine. But it's something really personal and I don't know how you're going to take it, and well… I'd rather not tell you in a crowded coffee shop, you know?"
"Oh, okay. I could ask my, um uncle if you could come over later and we can talk about it," he said, already taking out his phone.
To: Blaine
3:20
Hey Blaine, would you mind if I had someone over tonight? He said he wants to talk to me about something and it sounds important.
He didn't have to wait long for a response.
From: Blaine
3:22
Sure, a few of my friends just texted and said they want me to come out with them tonight anyways, so you can have the house to yourself.
"Looks like we can have the house to ourselves, if you wanted to come over later," Kurt said after reading the reply.
Chandler's worried expression disappeared with a smile. "Okay, that sounds good. What time?"
"Well, I'd say around eight, maybe, he said he was going out with friends and that seems like what time he'd leave," Kurt guessed.
"Okay, what's the address?"
"Oh, just give me your number, I'll text it to you," he said, holding his phone out for Chandler to put his number in. As soon as his did so, Kurt took the phone back and texted to boy Blaine's address.
"Cool," Chandler smiled. "I um, I better get going. I have to talk to my parents for a bit and then I'll be over."
"Okay," Kurt smiled back. "I'll see you at eight."
"It's a date!" They waved goodbye as Chandler walked out the door.
This may be easier than I thought, Chandler thought while walking out. I can't wait to tell him he's my mate.
Back in the Lima Bean, Kurt shot off another text to Blaine.
To: Blaine
3:35
Done with coffee, should be back soon.
After thinking about his conversation with Chandler, Kurt changed his mind. Once he was in his car in the parking lot, he sent off another text.
To: Blaine
3:37
Never mind, scratch that. I'll be back in a few hours. I need to go to the hospital to see my dad and talk to his doctors.
Blaine's reply to that was almost instantaneous, but Kurt waited until he hit a red light few minutes later to read the message.
From:Blaine
3:38
Do you want me to come with you?
Kurt smiled and shook his head. That man could be too nice for his own good sometimes. He quickly wrote a text back and drove when horns honked from behind him.
To:Blaine
3:42
No, thank you, but this is something I need to do by myself. I'll let you know how it goes, though
From:Blaine
3:44
Ok. I understand. Be careful.
To:Blaine
3:45
Of course. I'll be back soon.
Kurt put his little burner phone on sleep mode and continued driving. He followed the all too familiar route to Lima Memorial Hospital, having been there many times after his mother was attacked by the Anderson vampire. It was almost a decade since he'd been there, but he remembered the route as if he'd driven it every day since. Kurt sighed sadly. If this trip to the hospital went anything like his last… well, he had no idea what he'd do.
After another few minutes of driving on autopilot, Kurt pulled into a parking spot in front of the hospital's ICU department. He sat in the car, hands on the steering wheel staring into space while attempting to mentally prepare himself for the next hour or so. He breathed in deep and let it go quickly, staring up at the building before him. He continued his rhythmic breathing for a moment, trying to clear his mind and calm himself.
1,2,3,4,5 in. 1,2,3,4,5 out. Repeat
With one last calming breath blown out, Kurt stepped out of the car and started slowly walking to the entrance of the hospital. Walking through the parking lot, he passed an array of people, but two that stuck out to him were a small child and his father wrapped up in each other's arms and crying into each other's shoulders. Tears began clouding over his vision, remembering himself and his father in the same position many years ago.
He sniffled as he walked past them, walking through the automatic doors and into the too clean environment of a hospital. People were bustling about, nurses running to rooms or doing rounds, doctors speaking to crying and happy families and friends alike, and patients mulling about in the hall. Kurt walked up to one of the nurses' stations that he saw.
"Hi!" A cheery nurse greeted him. "What can I help you with today?" Her voice was overly sweet, her smile almost too wide to be real.
"Um, I need to find my father. He's been admitted here recently," he said to the lady, voice barely above a whisper.
"Of course, sweetie. Can I get a name?" she asked turning towards her computer, fingers hovering over the keyboard.
"Burt. Burt Hummel."
The nurse's smile dropped immediately upon hearing the name. She must know about what happened, Kurt thought. She hesitated in typing the name into the computer. After a moment, she turned to the frowning teen.
"He's in room 219, sweetheart. Second floor and to the right once you get out of the elevator. I'll have Dr. Wolff come in in a minute to speak to you, if you'd like," she said, a sympathetic smile on her face.
"That would be great, thank you."
Kurt smiled politely before walking towards to elevator to his right. He took the elevator up to the second floor like the nurse told him, sharing the space with a doctor flipping through her reports with a frown. When the door opened on the second floor, both occupants stepped out. Kurt nodded towards her and headed in a different direction towards the cluster of rooms that held his father's.
213, 215, 217, 219.
At the end of the hall, the door to his father's room was closed. The curtains on the inside of the room were drawn, letting Kurt see nothing inside. He blew out a sharp breath. Now or never, he thought. His hand closed around the cold metal handle and turned.
Across town, Blaine's cell phone rang from where he had placed it on top of his piano. His fingers fumbled on the keys before stopping. He clicked the answer button and held to the device to his ear. Before he could even get a word out, a voice Blaine thought he would never hear from again began talking.
"Hey, killer. How's it going? We haven't spoken in a while."
"If I remember correctly, there is a reason for that, Sebastian," Blaine ground out.
"Aw, c'mon. Don't be like that, babe. What's happened is in the past, why dwell on it now? Besides, I have a favor to ask of you," the other vampire said cheerfully.
"What do you want, Smythe?" This was not good. Sebastian wanted something. Ever since they met, Sebastian never asked him for anything other than the occasional proposition for a hook up.
"You remember the Hummel's right?" he began. Blaine stiffened in his seat. Oh, this was definitely not good. "You know, that faggy little family of faeries that made both our lives hell for quite some time?"
"Yes, I remember them? What about them?" he asked, lacing indifference into his tone. To say Blaine was tense was the understatement of the century. Every part of his body was visibly shaking down to the bone. His teeth were clenched together painfully tight. His eyes were seeping black with unbridled rage.
"Well, ya see, the thing is, I want them out of my home. I'm sick of seeing those things parading around town, acting as if nothing happened. Acting as if they didn't tarnish our amazing reputation in this town with their fucking pixie dust. I want them gone."
"And?" Blaine asked.
"And…?"
He sighed. "And what does this have to do with me?"
"Ah, this is the good part," Sebastian said cheerily. "Word on the street is that the little twink is one of your students at McKinley, yes?"
"Yes. So?" Blaine asked, keeping his responses short. Anymore than a few words at a time would cause Sebastian to pick up on his emotions.
"So," he stressed, "I want you to help me get them to leave. Mess with the kid, get inside his head, make him terrified of you. Do whatever you need to. I've already tried myself, but things really didn't go to plan," he said. Blaine could hear the anger hidden behind his tone. So he was the one who hurt Kurt? Who the fuck does this guy think he is? "And poor daddy dearest is already in the hospital, so getting the twink upset isn't going to be all that hard. Once he's angry or terrified or whatever, he'll want to yell at you. You, being Mr. Teacher-Of-the-Year, will let him vent at you. And then you'll grab him for me. Dead or alive, that's your call, but I just want them gone." He paused then allowing Blaine time to think his proposal over. "So, whaddya say, killer? Wanna join me in ridding this town of their sparkles and shit?" Blaine blew out an exasperated breath. How could someone be so stupid and hateful and ignorant?
"Sebastian," he began calmly, "I'd like to see things from your point of view, but I can't seem to get my head that far up your ass."
"Ooh, Kinky, are we?" he teased. Blaine ignored him.
"I'm glad to see that your centuries of education hasn't gotten in the way of your ability to hate and be ignorant."
"So you won't help me, fine. I have tons of other people who would do anything to be by my side taking down those stupid excuses for supernatural creatures. I just thought, you know, for ol' time's sake you'd join me. We could be a team again. Just like old times." Blaine could hear the grin in his voice, knowing immediately what the man meant.
"No, Sebastian. Never again."
Sebastian chuckled. "Damn, what crawled up your ass and died, babe?" He waited in the tense silence before speaking again. "So, you don't want to have that kind of fun with me, what about another one? You know I would make it worth your time, Anderson."
"Please," Blaine scoffed. "Your cock is so small all I could do with it would be flossing my fangs. Maybe that's why why your ego is so big. Compensating for something, Smythe?"
The other vampire growled lowly. "That's it, Blaine. You're going to regret everything you've just said. That's a promise," he hissed, clicking the line dead. Hearing the dial tone, Blaine finally let his anger out. He threw his phone at the wall with unhuman strength, sending glass and metal flying in shards in every direction, leaving a dent in the wall. Growling low in his throat, he stood up and tangled his hands in his hair. He started breathing heavily, attempting to calm himself down. Blaine sat back down on the piano bench with a huff. He wouldn't let Sebastian's ignorance get to him, not this time.
"I'm right here, dad. Just squeeze my hand. If you can hear me, just squeeze my hand, dad, please," Kurt pleaded with a shaky, tear-filled voice.
A light tapping on the door caught his attention. His sniffled lightly and wiped at his eyes as the the door slowly creaked open.
"Kurt Hummel?" the lady standing at the door asked. Kurt nodded at her and she smiled sadly. "Hello. I'm Dr. Wolff," she said, coming into the room. She shook Kurt's hand politely before motioning to the chairs on the side of the room with her head.
"Would you like to take a seat with me for a few moments, Mr. Hummel. I'm sure you'd like me to explain everything."
"It's Kurt," the boy said simply, following the doctor to the opposite side of his father's bed.
"Well, Kurt, before we begin, do you have any pressing questions you'd like me to answer?"
Kurt couldn't think of anything off the top of his head that he didn't think the doctor would answer, so he shook his head.
"Okay. So, right now I'd just like to speak about the accident and what it means for your father." She continued speaking after Kurt nodded in acknowledgement. "Like I had nurse Carole tell you over the phone, a small but heavy piece of metal fell from the ceiling of your father's garage and landed on his head. As you also know, he is in a medically induced coma in hopes that the rest of his body will help his brain heal.
"That being said, we still don't know when, or if, your father will wake. Brain injuries are difficult things. What your father has as a result of the accident is called a TBI, or a traumatic brain injury. Upon his arrival here, we did a CT scan and an MRI to make sure there were no fluids that were unable to leave his brain and that there were no broken pieces of his skull where they shouldn't be. Thankfully neither was the case with him, which is fantastic. That increases the chance that he'll wake up. He does however have a small hairline fracture on the right parietal bone in his skull," she said, gesturing to the top of Burt's head with her pen. "But, that should heal up nicely, we think. Do you have any questions so far, Kurt?"
"Yeah. When he wakes up, what kinds of long or short term effects can he have?" he asked quietly.
"That's another tricky part of brain injuries. Say he does wake up, he may experience things like amnesia, depression, difficulty communicating, thinking, and learning. He may get frequent headaches that in most cases are unfortunately pretty painful, but the list goes on. In a perfect scenario, Burt would wake up and be completely fine save the pain, but as much as I hate to say it, that is not likely to happen. With the size and weight of the object that hit your father and the area that he was hit in, he's bound to have some after effects."
"What can you do to treat him?" Kurt asked after Dr. Wolff paused.
"There isn't much we can do for the swelling. It's mostly up to the patient and how strong they are. We've already put him through a round of controlled hypothermia, which did help the swelling go down significantly. Right now we have him on an IV drip of certain medications that are supposed to help, and he's going to be receiving oxygen therapy soon, but there hasn't been much of a change since that first night. As for other treatment options, he doesn't require them because there is no excess fluid in his brain, which is great. Anything else?"
"One more thing," Kurt said, fidgeting slightly in his chair. "I know you said that it was really unlikely, but is there any possibility that he could wake up and be completely fine?" The doctor sighed sadly.
"Honestly sweetie, I hate to say this, but I don't think there is any possibility of that happening. If it did, I'd have to call it a miracle. Or magic, maybe.
Any idea popped into his head. Magic, huh? I could make that happen.
With a small hopeful smile on his face, Kurt stood, signaling to the doctor that he was done talking.
"No other questions?" she asked while standing as well. Kurt shook his head no. "Alright. I do have one for you though." After seeing Kurt's nod to continue, she asked him, "Is there any possibility that you have a key to your father's shop? Our insurance investigators need to have a look around the place and make sure that this was in fact an accident, and that if it happened to have occurred on purpose, then whoever caused that get's dealt with. "
"Um, yeah, i have a key. I work on the weekends occasionally. Do you really think that someone could have done this on purpose?" Kurt asked, brows scrunched together. Both him and his father getting attacked on the same day at the same time couldn't be a coincidence.
"I'm not sure, sweetie. Like I said, this is for insurance reasons only at the moment. I think it's very unlikely that your father's accident wasn't really, well, an accident." Kurt nodded and decided to end the conversation where it was.
"Thank you for your help, Dr. Wolff. I really appreciate it," he said, shaking her hand.
"No problem,Kurt. If you need anything at all, just call the hospital and ask for me, alright? I wish you two the best." She nodded at Kurt in farewell before leaving the room.
"Kurt's face lit up in a cheerful smile as he turned to face his dad. He whispered, "It's gonna be okay, Daddy. I'll fix all of this. Just you wait." He pressed a soft kiss to his father's forehead before gathering his things and leaving the hospital. Once in his car, Kurt shot off a quick text to Blaine.
To:Blaine
4:30
Hey, I should be home soon, I'm leaving the hospital now.
He waited for a response before pulling out of the parking lot, but received no reply in the ten minutes he waited; he decided to leave anyways.
On the drive back to Blaine's house, Kurt formulated a plan in his head. His father's doctor said he needed a miracle or magic, and Kurt had exactly what he needed to make that happen sitting right on his nightstand: the bid old musty magic book that surely had a spell for healing others. Yes, he thought, that would work perfectly.
Within twenty minutes of leaving the hospital, Kurt pulled into Blaine's driveway and got out of the car. He gather his bag from the back seat and skipped happily to the front door, humming as he went. He pushed open the pretty dark wood door and walked into the little foyer area. He took of his jacket and shoes, and when he turned around, Blaine appeared out of nowhere and swiftly gathered the boy into a surprising and bone crushing hug,
"Oh! Blaine… can't breath," Kurt choked out. Blaine released him immediately.
"Sorry- I just, um-" he muttered, stumbling quite spectacularly over his words. Kurt laughed softly.
"Don't worry about it. It's fine." He walked out of the front hallway and into the kitchen, Blaine following close behind. "So, what did you do while I was gone?" Kurt started riffling through the cabinets, looking for something to eat.
"Besides worry about you? Nothing really. I played piano a bit. Cooper and an old… acquaintance called, but other than that I just sat around doing nothing."
"Who is this mysterious acquaintance?" the teen asked, giving up on his search.
"He's just… someone that I've come to loathe this past decade. Not much else than that," Blaine lied. He couldn't exactly explain their relationship without making Kurt bolt out of his house like a bat out of hell. If he told Kurt what he and Sebastian did in his first few years of being a vampire, he'd never see the faerie again.
"What's your brother like," Kurt asked.
"Um, nothing special, really. He acts, and he can be a bit self absorbed at times, but I love him. He's actually the reason you're alive right now, too."
"Really?" Kurt asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah. I wish I could take all the credit but I can't. I called him in a panic yesterday since I knew he'd been a doctor a few decades ago. It was his idea to give you my blood to heal you. Had he not, I don't think we'd be having this conversation right now."
Kurt really didn't know what to say. "Well, tell him thank you for me. I haven't thanked you yet either, I don't think. So thank you for saving me, Blaine."
Blaine rubbed his neck and shrugged. "Like I said, it was his idea."
"You still went through with it though. You could've said no and let me die, but you didn't, so thank you."
Blaine smiled, knowing that the boy wasn't going to let him deny that he'd helped. "Of course. There was no way I was going to let you die like that."
They smiled at each other for a moment before Kurt moved and Blaine caught a wiff of something unpleasant coming off the boy.
"Did you go to a dog park while you were out, Kurt?" he asked
"Um, no. Why?"
"You just, and don't take this the wrong way, but you kinda smell like a dog."
"Oh. That's probably because of Chandler. His scent may have rubbed off on me when he hugged me earlier. He has a couple of really big dogs. They actually look more like wolves, now that I think about it," he said to himself. "Probably huskies or something like that."
"...Right," Blaine said, watching Kurt turn around and start going through his cabinets again.
"Can we go to the store?" Kurt asked suddenly. "If I'm going to be staying here, i'm going to need food."
Blaine's face lit up in realization. "Oh! Yeah, yeah, of course," he said quickly. "Let me put something presentable on and we can go." After getting Kurt's nod of okay, he raced back to his room and changed. Meanwhile, Kurt went back to the foyer area and put his jacket and shoes back on before grabbing Blaine's keys. He turned around just as Blaine walked into the front hallway clad in loose jeans and a threadbare t-shirt from his college years. Kurt almost laughed at how under dressed the vampire looked. Normally, he'd see Blaine in fitted slacks and polos because of his job.
"What?" Blaine asked after seeing the look on Kurt's face that obviously said he was trying to hold in a laugh.
"Oh, nothing," Kurt said in a higher voice than usual. He pursed his lips and turned away, leading them to the front door. Blaine had a happy, carefree smile on his face as they walked side by side out to his car. If he wanted to, Kurt could reach over and take Blaine's hand in his own, they were that close. But he wouldn't do that, obviously. That would be weird.
They drove to the nearest grocery store in comfortable silence. Neither felt opted to speak. They allowed themselves to just be, like they did in the classroom most of the time.
About half way through the drive, Blaine reached over and turned the radio on to a random station. He smiled when he heard the soft guitar melody coming from the speak, knowing instantly what song it was. Without even realizing it, the vampire began to sing softly along with the radio.
Wise men say
Only fools rush in
But I can't help falling in love with you
Shall I stay?
Would it be a sin
If I can't help falling in love with you?
Like a river flows
Surely to the sea
Darling, so it goes
Some things are meant to be
Take my hand,
Take my whole life, too
For I can't help falling in love with you
Like a river flows
Surely to the sea
Darling, so it goes
Some things are meant to be
Take my hand,
Take my whole life, too
For I can't help falling in love with you
For I can't help falling in love with you
Blaine listened to the words he was singing. How fitting, he thought. Even if he knew it was a bad idea, he couldn't help falling for the boy.
As the song ended, Kurt could only stare at Blaine. "Wow," he whispered. "Your voice is amazing, Blaine." The man in question cast a quick glance over to Kurt.
"Thanks," he said softly, a blush forming at the compliment and the awe struck face of the boy beside him.
"Are you- are you blushing?" Kurt asked incredulously a moment later as Blaine pulled into the store's parking lot and parked in a spot close to the doors.
"I, um - It's just-"
"Wait, how are you even doing that? I thought you didn't have a blood flow. I mean, you're dead." Blaine furrowed his eyebrows at Kurt's confused statements.
"Kurt, I think you've seen me blush before. And you've probably seen me get red in the face during class for having to deal with some of those kids."
"Okay, yeah, I guess so. That didn't really answer my question, though. I thought that because you're practically dead you don't have a blood flow."
Blaine chuckled softly and held out his wrist. "Take my pulse," he said simply, nodding at his extended arm. Kurt hesitantly held Blaine's arm in one hand and used two fingers to press against the vein under the vampire's skin. Blood steadily pulsed beneath his fingertips at the same time that tingles flooded through both men.
"But-"
"Kurt," Blaine interrupted, " I'm not dead. Not technically," he said. Seeing Kurt's confused expression, he continued. "I'm not...not able to die easily, for lack of a better explanation. Yes, I was killed as a human, but as soon as I woke up, I was alive again, just immortal and a vampire this time. I still have a heartbeat and blood flow and all those good things that keep humans alive," he explained. "I don't need to breathe or eat human food anymore, but that doesn't make me dead. The only difference between humans and vampires in the life span and special abilities. And the diet, but that's pretty much it."
Kurt stared at the vein in Blaine's wrist, which he was still holding. "Oh," he said simply. With a shake of his head, he let go the vampire's arm and turned to sit in his seat correctly. "I feel dumb for not noticing any of those things sooner," he said with a laugh. Blaine chuckled softly.
"Don't, it's been pretty common so far in my experience. People seem to think that because I'm pretty much still alive, I can't be a vampire."
"How so?" Kurt asked, suddenly curious to know those little things about Blaine's past.
"Well, my first time experiencing something like this was the last time I saw my parents. My real parents, not my coven parents. I went home one last time to tell them that because of everything that had happened I couldn't see them anymore. They laughed and pointed out all the same things you just did and said that I was funny. They still don't believe me, so I just try to avoid them. The boyfriend I had when I was turned was the same way. He thought I was going through a phase or something and laughed it off. Needless to say, we broke up shortly after that."
Weirdly enough, Kurt felt a strange sense of relief when Blaine said they'd broken up, even though he knew that in the back of his mind. After a pause, during which Kurt thought everything he'd just learned over, Blaine broke the silence.
"Well, you ready?" he asked, nodding towards the store. Kurt nodded in response and the two got out of the car and walked into the store.
Once inside, Kurt got a cart from the greeter lady before starting to gather things into his cart. Blaine strolled contentedly behind the boy, happy to let him make all the choices. Kurt was the one that was going to eat everything, afterall. The spent a little less than an hour in the store before Kurt decided he was finished and happy with what he'd picked out. After reluctantly letting Blaine pay, ("It's all for me, Blaine, why are you paying?") they loaded all the bags into the cart, went out to the car, and transferred the groceries to Blaine's trunk.
Blaine drove them back, humming along with the radio the whole way. When they reached Blaine's house, it was starting to get dark outside. Crickets wer chirping and the stars were shining above them. Blaine carried all the bags in in one trip ("Super Strength, remember?") and then they put them away together. The fridge and cupboards were nearly full by the time they were done unloaded.
Kurt made a small meal for himself a little while later, and Blaine poured himself a glass of whiskey. Together they sat on the beautiful couch in the living room and watched trashy tv. Once Kurt had finished his meal, he decided to go take a shower. Blaine stayed in the living room, taking the alone time to grade a few papers and tests.
Kurt came out of his room half an hour or so later, wearing capri yoga pants and a loose sweater that fell off his shoulder, exposing the dip in Kurt's neck where it met his shoulder. The same spot that Blaine wanted to lick and suck forever. The teen smelled considerably better. Before, his sweet vanilla and jasmine scent was masked by the stench of wet dog (which did not come from some household pet) but now it was thankfully back to nothing but wonderful, wonderful Kurt.
"Hey, Blaine?" Kurt asked from his spot near the television.
"Yeah?" Blaine didn't look up from his papers to reply.
"Do you know when your friends are going to be here? Chandler texted and said he'd be over soon and I don't think he wanted anyone else here when he tells me whatever it is that he wants to tell me."
Blaine glanced down at his watch, eyes growing wide at the time. His friends would be here in less than an hour and he still had to get ready.
"They'll be here in about forty five minutes," he said while standing and making his way to his bedroom. "I'm going to take a shower and get ready."
"Okay."
As Blaine did as he said he would, Kurt went back into his room and grabbed the heavy leather bound book off his night stand. He flipped through it, not looking for anything in particular, but just reading as much as he could. About a half an hour into his reading, a knock sounded from the door. Hearing the shower still running, Kurt got up and went to the door. He pulled open the door, expecting to see his friend.
"Chand - you're not Chandler," he said to the group of boys on the front porch.
"I can be anyone you want me to be, baby," a tall, smiling blonde said seductively. Kurt swallowed nervously. "Aw, you guys, his heart's speeding up. How cute!" the same man said.
Kurt's eyes darted back and forth between the men. They must be supernatural, he thought.
"Jeffery, leave the poor child alone," someone said before making his way to the front of the group. "Hello. I'm Wesley." He held out his hand for Kurt to shake, but after seeing the boy step back slightly, he dropped it. "I'm sorry about Jeff. He's always like that."
"Um, that's o-okay."
Wesley smiled sympathetically. "Is Blaine home? Do we have the right address?"
"Yeah, Blaine's just in the shower," Kurt murmured. The boys nodded and looked at him expectantly. "What?" he asked.
"Aren't you gonna let us in, sugar?" Jeff asked. Kurt furrowed his brow in confusion.
"This is Blaine's house," he said. "I thought that if a house belonged to a vampire others could just walk in."
Wesley laughed but shook his head. "That's just a myth. If there is a human in the house, vampires have to be invited in, no matter what."
"Oh. I'm not human, though."
"Let me clarify. Anyone that's not a vampire," the man said.
"Oh. Well come in, I guess. I don't know when he'll be out, but make yourselves at home or whatever," he said, backing away and letting the vampires come in. "So," he began as he closed the door behind them, "what are you guys doing tonight?"
Jeff turned around, a shocked look on his face. "Blaine didn't tell you what today is?"
"Um, no?"
Wes stepped forward. "It's Blaine's turning day, which means that it's also his birthday."
"Oh! I had no idea. We don't really talk about stuff that much."
"Wanky." Jeff wiggled his eyebrows.
"N-not like that! We're just friends. And I mean we don't talk about stuff like that because it makes me uncomfortable," Kurt explained.
"Uncomfortable?" Wesley asked. "Why?"
"My mother was killed by the same man that turned Blaine and vampire stuff all together just makes me a little scared and uncomfortable."
"Your mother wasn't Elizabeth Hummel, was she?" a new voice piped up.
"Yes, in fact, she was." Kurt saw all of the vampires in the room tense. "What-" Kurt's question was interrupted by Blaine walking into the room.
"Kurt isn't like his relatives, guys. He isn't out to make our lives hell." They visibly relaxed at the man's words before jumping all over him, shouting words of happy birthday and happy turning day. Blaine looked confused for a moment before realization dawned on his face. "Oh, gods, I forgot!"
"Forgot?!"Jeff shouted. "Blainey how could you forget? Today is the day you're officially 30, man!" The guys erupted in more shouts before Blaine held up his hand to quiet them.
He shot a glance towards Kurt before speaking. "So much has happened in the past few days that this wasn't even on my mind."
"Is everything okay?" someone asked.
"Yeah, why don't we talk about it later. Kurt has a friend coming over, we should probably get going"
"Of course," Wesley said. The group made their way towards the door. Blaine and Kurt hung back for a moment.
"Call me if you need anything, alright? I'll be home in a few hours."
"Okay," Kurt nodded. Blaine smiled and pulled the teen into a quick hug.
"Seriously, anything, just call."
"Go, Blaine," he laughed, pushing Blaine playfully towards the entrance. Kurt saw them all out the door, trying to ignore Jeff's calls of "Call me!" and Blaine's smack against the back of the blonde's head. He laughed at them and shook his head as he closed the door. Once the sound of cars leaving the driveway ended, Kurt went back into his room to grab his book. He took it out into the living room and sat on the couch to wait for Chandler.
It didn't take long for him to show up after Blaine and his friends left. When he heard the knock on the door, Kurt put away his book - he couldn't risk the blonde boy seeing it and asking what it was - before rushing to the front door. He wrenched the door open with a smile on his face and was met with another armful of the boy like at the Lima Bean earlier. When Kurt didn't reciprocate Chandler's excitement, the boy pulled away.
"Sorry, " he said sheepishly. "I just get excited to see you sometimes." Kurt giggled and nodded.
"It's okay," he smiled. "Come on in."
They walked towards the living room, but stopped near the kitchen. "Can I get you anything to drink?" Kurt asked politely. "Water, tea, coffee?"
"Water's fine," Chandler replied.
"Okay. Go ahead and head to the living room. I'll meet you there in a minute." When Kurt walked into the living room, hands full with glasses, Chandler was running his hand over the top of the couch.
"Your uncle's place is really nice," he said, taking the offered glass from Kurt.
"Thanks. I'll be sure to tell him you like it." They sat on the couch in silence for a few moments while nursing their drinks. "So, what was it that you needed to tell me?" Kurt asked.
Chandler wrung his hands in his lap nervously while not making eye contact with the other boy. "I know what you are."
Kurt turned to him, eyebrows furrowed. "Excuse me?" he said.
"I said, I know what you are, Kurt."
"And what, pray tell, would that be?" Kurt tried to sound confused, but he had a bad feeling where this conversation would be going.
"You're not human, that's for sure," Chandler stated. Kurt shot up off the couch.
"You're insane!" he laughed.
"What else could you be? How else would you explain your blood all over the locker room floor?!" Kurt sighed and sat back down.
"Chandler, I already told you." He took the other boy's hands in his own. "It wasn't mine. I'm fine."
"But see, you're lying." Kurt could tell the boy was getting more and more frustrated the longer the conversation went on.
"Why would I lie to you, sweetie?" He was getting desperate. Chandler was on to something.
"To protect yourself! Or whoever helped you!" the blond boy said, shooting off the couch and starting to pace around the living room.
"What on earth are you talking about?"
"Don't act dumb, Kurt," Chandler spat, facing the boy. "I can tell when you're lying, I can hear your heartbeat. I also know for a fact that the blood in the locker room was yours. Everyone has a distinct scent, and yours was all over that place."
"Chandler…" The boy sighed at hearing his name. He sat back down.
"This isn't what I came here to talk to you about," he said, head in his hands.
"So, if you can hear my heartbeat and smell my blood, that means you're not exactly human either," Kurt pointed out.
"That is what I came to talk to you about. Kurt, there are beings in this world. Supernatural beings that people think only exist in fairytales. I…I'm one of them. And I know you are too."
Kurt sighed. "What brought this on, Chan?"
"That doesn't matter right now. What matters is that… I'm a werewolf, Kurt." The other teen was silent, staring at the carpet. A moment later, Kurt burst out laughing. He covered his mouth with his hand before turning to Chandler, only to see the hurt and confused expression on the boy's face.
"Oh, oh you're serious," he said after he abruptly stopped.
"Yes, Kurt. I am a werewolf. Able to transform from human to wolf and vice versa at the drop of a hat."
"A werewolf, huh? Somehow I never would have guessed that."
"What do you mean?"
"It's just - when you think 'werewolf' you think of these big burly men with bulging muscles, and no offense, but you don't really fit the part," Kurt laughed. Chandler chuckled and shook his head.
"I get that a lot." They sat for a few minutes, neither saying a thing. "Kurt," Chandler began, "Can I ask you what you are? I can't figure it out and it's killing me."
Kurt sighed. "I'm a Seelie. We're a race of faerie," he said. Chandler perked up at the statement.
"Really? Does that mean you have magic?" Kurt laughed at the boy's response. Such a puppy.
"Yes. I'm still learning the ropes, but yes."
"Can I see?"
Kurt thought about something he could show the boy, and remembered the chapter in his book about party tricks.
"Give me your glass," he said. Chandler did. "It's liquid, yes?" At the other boy's nod, he continued. Kurt held the glass with both hands on pushed a little bit of magic into it. He felt his hands get warmer with the magic. When he was finished, he held the glass out to Chandler.
"It's ice!" he exclaimed. Kurt chuckled and nodded.
"It's very convenient when I want a Popsicle," he laughed.
"I bet." Chandler looked nervous again when he started talking. "Kurt… there was one more thing that I needed to talk to you about," he said slowly.
"What's up?" Kurt asked, concerned with the boy's sudden behavior.
"You're… you're like me, supernatural, I mean. So you obviously know that most supernaturals… mate," Chandler said, back to his nervous self from before.
Kurt side-eyed his friend. Where could he be going with this? "Yes, I know this. Why… why are you bringing it up, Chandler? You're scaring me." Chandler sighed.
"There's no… easy way to say it, so I'm just going to come out with it," he said before sucking in a huge breath. "Kurt, you're my mate."
A few miles away, Blaine, Jeff, Wes, Nick, David, and a few other friends from high school sat at a bar, drinking, laughing, and having an all around good time. Blaine was in the middle of reminiscing with the boys when he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He was going to pass it off to the alcohol, his friends had snuck in some faerie-made drinks, but when it pain kept up, and became more and more unbearable as they continued, he knew something was up. He clutched at his chest, earning the attention of his friends, when an image of Kurt flashed through his mind. Something was wrong, and he knew it had something to do with Kurt.
"Blaine…Blaine, can you hear me?" Wesley's voice came into focus when the image passed. "What's wrong?"
Blaine gasped, sucking in air. "Something… something's wrong with Kurt. He's not okay," he said. "I told him - I told him nothing was going to happen to him," he sobbed. Ignoring, the concerned gazes of his friends, he shot out of his chair and made his way to the car as quickly as possible. He barely heard the shouts of his friends as they followed him. Deciding he could run faster than the car, Blaine took off out of the parking lot, not concerned it the least bit about people seeing him.
He had to get to Kurt. And nothing was going to stop him.
"Chandler, what in gods names do you mean?" Kurt asked, his breath quickening and his heart beat speeding up.
"You know what I said, Kurt. You're my mate! We are meant to be together!" Chandler exclaimed, bouncing in his seat, not seeing how this was affecting Kurt.
Kurt slowly stood and backed away. "No, no you're not. I would know, trust me. I would've felt it," he said.
"You may not have, but I did!" Chandler stood too, following Kurt. "The time we met in the Lima Bean for the first time! You put your hand on my arm and I felt it. Didn't you, Kurt. Think about it!" The blond boy was smiling, his grin splitting across his face. Kurt shook his head and continued to back away slowly.
"No, Chandler, I didn't," he said, shooting a weary glance at the boy.
"Yes, you did. Just think about it!" Neither realized Kurt had backed himself into a corner until his back hit. The faerie began trembling slightly, wrapping his arms around himself. "They say faeries know their mates with the first kiss right?!" Chandler proclaimed happily. Kurt's eyes widened as he shook his head fearfully. "Then all I have to do is kiss you, and you'll realize." Kurt's head shaking was frantic.
No, no, this wasn't right. Blaine promised… promised not to let anyone else touch him. Why…?
Chandler put his hands on either side of Kurt's head to stop the movement. The boy was shaking as Chandler forced his lips on a sobbing, hysterical Kurt.
His actions were stopped almost as they started when someone burst through the door. In a flash of color, Chandler was pinned to the wall by the throat with a snarling vampire in his face.
"Anderson," the werewolf spat.
"Kiehl," Blaine laughed humorlessly. "I should have known when Kurt came home saying 'Chandler' and smelling like a fucking dog." Blaine pushed his arm harder into Chandler's throat, cutting off his air and causing the boy to claw at him. "Who the fuck do you think you are, forcing yourself on him," he spat angrily, flashing his fangs.
"His s-soulmate," Chandler said between gasps for breath. Blaine laughed again.
"I'd think twice about that, mutt. If you couldn't tell, he doesn't want you. That should be a pretty clear message, don't you think?"
"He's mine, bloodsucker," Chandler choked out. "I can feel it."
"Could you feel him trembling in fear as you forced yourself on him? 'Cause I could. And I was a block away."
Unnoticed to Blaine, his friends walked through the door at that moment, met with a vampire and werewolf snarling at each other and a boy trembling in the corner. Jeff rushed over to Kurt, visually inspecting the boy. Nothing was physically wrong with him from what he could tell, but the faraway gaze and the way he was curled in on himself on the floor told a different story.
"Blaine…," Jeff called, knowing that the boy needed the vampire. The man in question tore his gaze away from the teen under his arm to look at the boy he swore to protect.
"Look at what you did to him," he hissed. "Do you think he'd react that way to his soulmate?" Saying that Blaine was angry was an understatement. His fangs were at full length, his eyes were flooded with black, and his whole being was shaking with rage. It took everything in him not to tear out the werewolf's throat, and he was finding himself considering doing so more with each passing moment. But, knowing he'd regret killing someone later in the back of his mind, he slammed the boy harder into the wall. "If I ever see you again, if you even think about Kurt again, I will not hesitate to kill you. He is not your soulmate, he doesn't want you. If I even think you don't believe that, I will not be so kind. Now leave!" he yelled, withdrawing himself from the blond. Chandler nodded and ran out the door just as Blaine collapsed onto the floor.
"Blaine!" Wes shouted. The group of boys crowded around him, making sure he was alright. Nick, knowing what the run and the confrontation took out of him, shouted out.
"Someone go to my car and get a blood bag." He vaguely registered someone leaving and coming back a second later to hand Nick the requested item. Nick ripped the top of the bag and force fed Blaine its contents. A few swallows in, Blaine became aware of his surroundings once more and coughed up some of the blood.
"Kurt," he whispered. "Where's my Kurt?" Nick grabbed his arm and hauled him up before leading him over to Jeff and Kurt, who was whispering "Blaine, Blaine, Blaine," with every breath.
Blaine dropped to his knees in an instant and gathered the shaking boy in his arms. "I'm so sorry, my sweet. I'm so sorry. I promised you…"
Kurt sobbed and threw himself into Blaine, wrapping his arms around the vampire.
"Shh, you're safe now, he's gone. It's just me, now," Blaine said, doing his best to console and sooth the distressed teen. He rubbed a hand up and down the boy's back, murmuring words of love and promises of safety.
Not soon enough, Kurt's sobs diminished to sniffles. He pulled himself out of Blaine's embrace to look the other man in the eye.
"Thank you," he whispered.
"What for?" Blaine asked, continuing to rub Kurt's back calmingly.
"For helping me. For letting me cry into your shoulder."
"Of course, sweetheart."
"And for… for not hurting Chandler," Kurt sniffled.
"Why do you say that?" Blaine asked, trying to control his temper.
"He was just - he was confused, I think. His intentions were good, he truly believed that he was my soulmate, but… I think he just got a little too excited," he said.
"'A little too excited'? Kurt, he assaulted you. He sexually assaulted you!"
"I know," Kurt sighed. " I know. And I'm not happy that he was my first kiss, forced or not, but I know that he didn't want to hurt me. So thank you for not hurting him."
"Kurt…," Blaine sighed. "You're too kind for your own good sometimes, you know that?" he laughed.
"My dad says that all the time," Kurt said, letting out his own laugh.
"Speaking of, how is he doing?" Blaine asked.
"Can we talk about it in the morning?" Kurt asked. "I'm really tired and all of your friends are still here…"
"Of course," Blaine replied, hugging Kurt close. He pressed a kiss into the teen's hair before helping him up. "Why don't you go get ready for bed, and I'll be in in a few minutes to say goodnight once I see the guys out the door."
"Okay," Kurt smiled before making his way into his room.
Blaine sighed and drug his hands down his face. He walked into the kitchen where he found his friends mulling around.
"Hey," he said. "I'm sorry about that. I didn't mean to end the night so quickly."
"Don't apologize, Blaine," Wes said, shaking his head. "You couldn't have known that something was going to happen to him."
"I know, but… I shouldn't have left him. Not after everything he's been through the past couple days."
"What do you mean?" Nick asked. "Is everything alright?"
"No, not… not really. He was attacked Friday at school. He almost died right before my eyes, and then there's this thing with his dad being in the hospital, and now this…. I don't know how he's still sane."
"He has you," Jeff smiled.
"Yeah, yeah he does."
"So, what's the deal with you two?" David asked. "Are you together, or something?"
"No. No, for the time being, we're just friends."
"'For the time being'?" Jeff teased. "So you want there to be more, then?"
"Honestly?" Blaine sighed, "Yeah, yeah I do. I think… I think he might be my soulmate." The admission was barely above a whisper, but the response was anything but. Shouts of "Way to go Blainers!" and "Get some!" along with pats on the back was the joyful response Blaine received.
"Quiet down, assholes! I don't want him to know yet!"
The group quieted instantly, pouts forming with multiple, 'I'm sorry's.
Blaine shook his head but smiled. These guys were something.
"I hate to do this, but I think it's best if you guys would head out. Kurt's getting ready to go to bed and I should too. We can do this again sometime soon, though."
The guys all nodded in understanding.
"It's fine, Blaine," Wes said. "We understand. If you need anything, don't hesitate to call."
"Of course," Blaine answered, walking them to the door. Blaine received a hug from each of them before they left, all of them telling him congratulations and to call them soon. After the last vampire left, Blaine made his way to Kurt's room.
He knocked on the door quietly, opening when Kurt called, "Come in."
"Hey," he said quietly, closing the door.
"Hi." Kurt closed his book and put it on the bedside table.
"May I?" Blaine asked, motioning to sit on the bed across from Kurt at the boy's nod, he sat down.
"How was your night?" Kurt asked.
"Not too bad. The guys have been taking me out on my birthday since high school. It never gets old, with them."
"You've known them since high school?" Kurt asked. "Were they born vampires?"
"No, they were changed the same night I was. Like I said, they take me out every year, we always take someone out on their birthday, and the day I was changed, Joshua wasn't alone. He'd brought a big group of vampires out, and somehow we all ended up getting turned. There was someone else that got turned that night that wasn't here." Blaine sighed, deciding to tell Kurt about Sebastian. The man wanted Kurt's head, the boy had a right to know. "His name was Sebastian. Sebastian Smythe. I never really liked him, but he made it his mission since he met me to get into my pants, so wherever I went, he followed."
"Blaine, why are you telling me this?" Kurt asked, seeing how distressed Blaine was becoming.
"Because there are things I need to tell you. Things about my past. I think it's only fair that you know seeing as how you have to stay here with me for gods know how long."
"O-okay," Kurt said hesitantly.
"Anyways, we were turned on the same night, but Sebastian took to his new life much faster than I did. Seeing how badly I was coping with everything, he decided to take me under his wing. I told you once before that I'd never killed anybody, but Kurt, the things we did together… I can't even begin to describe how horrible I was." He avoided Kurt's gaze as he admitted this.
"Blaine, sweetie, you don't have to tell me this."
"But I do," Blaine insisted. "I don't want to lie to you, especially when you're staying in my house. I need you to know, Kurt."
"Okay."
"I was a young vampire, we both were, and I had very little control over myself for the first few months. Sebastian, he wanted to use me for that to have some 'fun'. Gods, Kurt, I hurt people. I hurt so many people," he sobbed. Kurt gathered the man into his arms. "I drained them within an inch of their lives, and Sebastian, he just stood to the side and laughed. He found it amusing, he found hurting people amusing and I couldn't stop myself. I had no control, I had no one to tell me that what I was doing was wrong," he cried. Blaine sobbed into Kurt's shoulder, the other boy trying his best to comfort him.
"It's all in the past, Blaine. I know you don't want to hurt people anymore, I do. I trust you completely, honey. You have been nothing but kind to me and I have no reason to think that you would ever hurt me," he said. Blaine's sobs grew weaker as he listened.
"But, Kurt-"
"No buts, Blaine. It's in the past," Kurt urged. "You aren't like that anymore. I know that and so do you."
Honestly, Kurt wasn't bothered by the admission. He knew he should have been, but Blaine would never harm him, and that he was sure of.
"I know," Blaine sniffled. "But I can't get their screams out of my head. I can't stop seeing their faces as their life was drained out of them…"
"That's not hard to understand, Blaine. You had no control over yourself back then, and now that you do, it's understandable that you would feel like that."
"Gods, what would I do without you?"
"Hopefully, we won't have to find out," Kurt smiled.
"Yeah. But that's not all."
"Oh?"
"Sebastian called me earlier today. He is the one behind you and your father's attacks."
"I know the person who attacked me, and his name isn't Sebastian, Blaine."
"I think he hired somebody. He never does his own dirty work. He probably hired someone to hurt your father, too."
Kurt sighed. "Why are you telling me this?"
"I think you deserve to know who is trying to hurt you, Kurt. I will do all that I can to keep you safe from him. He is a monster and will do whatever it takes to get what he wants. If he wants you dead, he will try everything possible to make sure that that happens. But I promise you, he won't. I will kill him first."
"Thank you, Blaine."
"Of course. Now, why don't you get some sleep, huh? It's been a long day," he said, getting off the bed.
"Okay. Goodnight, Blaine."
"Goodnight, my sweet boy. Sleep well," he smiled. Kurt smiled back as Blaine walked out of the room and closed the door quietly.
Kurt hummed happily. Today may not have had the best ending, and the future may not have looked too great, but Kurt knew that together, they could make it through anything.