A/N: Here's Chapter 9! This is the last chapter I had written for the first version of this, so the next chapters may take me longer to write. I'm thinking that there will be around five more chapters, but the plot I have in my head is still being worked on, so we'll see. Anyways, I might not be able to update for a while seeing as this week I'm very busy. I have a midterm exam soon so I have to study for that and I'm getting Chris's new book tomorrow, so I'll be spending my free time for a few days reading that. I'll try to have it up next week though. Probably around the 20th.
When Kurt awoke the next morning his thoughts automatically went to the events of the previous night. He remembered how excited Chandler was, how frightened he was when being backed into a corner, and how Blaine swooped in and saved the day. In retrospect everything seemed like it had come out of a cheesy teen movie. Gods, a vampire and a werewolf fighting over him? How much cheesier could his life get right now?
He laughed softly to himself before sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. As he did so, he smelled something delicious and heard what sounded like someone singing coming from the kitchen. Curious, Kurt got out of bed and made his way through the house to the kitchen. The sight he was met with was one that he definitely never thought he would see in his life.
In the middle of the kitchen stood Blaine, clad in pajamas and an apron, a towel slung over his shoulder and a spatula in his hand, singing and dancing along to the low hum on the radio on the counter. Kurt had to slap a hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing and the adorable antics of his friend. He did his best to keep quiet so as not to alert Blaine of his presence so he could continue to watch the man dance around the kitchen while singing into his spatula. He was unfortunately discovered when Blaine chose to finish his song with a dramatic spin.
"Kurt!" he exclaimed, covering his chest like he'd been caught naked.
"Hi Blaine," Kurt giggled.
"What, um, what are you doing here?" the vampire asked while crossing his arms in an attempt to look nonchalant.
"Well, I do believe you invited me to stay here, but I could be wrong," he teased.
"That was… a stupid question, sorry." Blaine dropped his gaze to the floor and blushed lightly.
"It's no big deal," Kurt said. He laughed shortly once more before walking around the counted and into the kitchen.
"Um, coffee?" Blaine asked.
"Sure." Kurt grabbed a mug from the cabinet before getting the coffee pot from Blaine and filling up his cup.
"I made you breakfast," Blaine said sheepishly as Kurt took a drink of his coffee. The faerie smiled and lowered the mug.
"Really? Thank you."
"Of course. I made crepes, I hope that's okay. I remember loving them when I was human and you seem like the kind of guy to prefer that over cereal or something-"
"Blaine," Kurt interrupted, laughing. "Crepes are wonderful. Perfect, actually."
"Oh, well then I'm glad. I'm sorry for rambling, I get like that sometimes," he laughed, taking the crepes out of the oven where they were staying to keep warm. He handed the plate to Kurt before asking, "Do you want to eat in the living room? We could watch tv, or something."
"Sure," Kurt said, nodding. Blaine smiled at him, and they made their way into the living room, both pointedly ignoring the dent in the wall from where Blaine had shoved Chandler the night before. They sat in silence, neither saying anything as the television played some random news station while Kurt ate and Blaine nursed his own coffee. Soon enough, Kurt was finished with his breakfast and set his plate on the coffee table. He sat wringing his hands together in thought for a few minutes before turning to Blaine.
"Blaine? Do you think we could… do you think we could talk for a minute?"
Blaine switched off the tv before responding. "Of course. What's up?" he asked, concern clearly evident on his face.
"Nothing bad, I promise, but you remember how you told me about Sebastian last night?" Blaine nodded, a frown forming quickly. "Well, I think you were right when you said I should learn stuff about you if I'm going to be staying with you for a while," Kurt said nervously.
"Oh! Yes, totally. I meant it when I said that, Kurt. You can ask me anything if you want."
"Well, I was going to propose that we do a sort of twenty questions type thing. I ask you something, and then you can ask me something, seeing as how you're stuck with me too."
Blaine smiled. "That sounds good. Do you want to start?"
Kurt's eyes shifted up to the left, trying to think of a question for Blaine. In hindsight, he probably should have thought about what he wanted to ask before bringing it up. "Okay, um, why don't we start simple? What's your favorite color?"
Blaine chuckled softly. "Blue," he said. Just like your eyes. "What's your favorite musical?" he asked back.
"The Sound of Music," Kurt responded without a second thought. "My mom used to always take me to sing along theater at the opera house downtown, and they had The Sound of Music quite often. She loved it so much, which is where I get it from, I guess. She even named me after one of the characters," he laughed. "I like to watch it whenever I'm feeling down. It reminds me of her." Blaine smiled softly at him and nodded. "My turn, what kinds of music do you like?" Blaine's attention wasn't on the question at that moment and was instead on the way Kurt's pale neck stretched taut when he tilted his head. Blaine shook himself out of his reverie before the thoughts began to go down the gutter. Gods, Blaine, stop being creepy.
"I like most music," he said. "I particularly enjoy show tunes and anything that's Top 40. I cannot, however, tolerate country music. Which, if you think about it, sucks when you live in Ohio. I can never escape it," he laughed. Kurt giggled and nodded in understanding.
"I know what you mean," he smiled.
"Anyways, next question. What do you do in your free time?"
Kurt had to think about it for a moment before answering. "Well, a few things, I suppose. I like to sing, so I do that sometimes. I like to design clothes, too. Of course I've been practising my magic since I learned I had it. Um, I help my dad out in his garage sometimes to earn some extra money."
"Your dad owns Hummel Tires and Lube, right?"
Kurt nodded. "Yeah. I know you wouldn't think it when you first look at me, but I love working on cars. I've been doing it since I was really young, and like I said, it's an easy way to make money."
"My dad and I rebuilt a car together the summer after I came out to him," Blaine said.
"Really?"
"Yeah. He said it was an attempt at bonding, but I really think he just thought that getting my hands dirty might make me straight."
"Oh, Blaine," Kurt frowned. "I'm sorry."
"Eh, I'm over it. It was kind of fun, in the end. Okay, your question. Hit me."
Kurt had to think for a moment about something he wanted to know. After a moment, it hit him. "Oh! Last night, if I'm not mistaken, it seemed like you knew Chandler. Do you?"
Blaine sighed. "I've never met him before, so no, but I know his family," he said.
"How so?" Kurt asked curiously.
"Well, the Kiehls and the Andersons have always had a … tense relationship, to say the least. Even though we have no real power in the supernatural world, it seems that way. Most everyone fears or reveres us, so it seems like we do. The Kiehls don't take kindly to that, and they've been trying to "steal" the power from us since before I was turned. I've met his parents before, I believe. They were trying to sneak into the Anderson mansion one night. They were caught, obviously, and were basically tortured. When they started pleading to be let go and worrying about their baby, my coven mother let them go. So, that's how I knew his name even though I'd never met him before," Blaine finished.
"That makes sense, I guess," Kurt mused. "Your turn."
"Okay. This might seem like an odd question, but I'd really like to know the answer," Blaine said before turning to Kurt for approval.
"I'll try to answer to the best of my abilities then," he replied. "Go ahead."
"Alright, well, I guess my question is this: Why are you giving me a chance, Kurt?"
"What do you mean?" Blaine sighed.
"Not even a week ago you didn't talk to me, you barely even looked at me, and now here we are, sitting on my couch sipping coffee and asking each other questions about ourselves."
"Blaine…" Kurt began. "A lot has happened in the last few days. A lot has changed. A week ago, I was scared out of my wits of you. But I realize now that… my fear of you is irrational. I'm not saying that I'm suddenly not scared of you, because it isn't that easy to get rid of almost two decades of being taught to fear your kind, but I'm almost there. I'm trying." Kurt sighed and set his coffee mug down. "I don't… I don't even know how to explain it to you, but everything that has happened in the last few days…" he trailed off. "Blaine, you saved my life. You saved my life, and I couldn't be more thankful. You've opened up your home to me, you've treated me like I'm your best friend, you go out of your way to make sure I'm comfortable and safe, you defended me last night… and so many other things. You have given me absolutely no reason to fear or hate you, yet I was blinded by the fact that you're a vampire and an Anderson to boot. I looked past you kindness, your compassion, and your hatred of what you are because I couldn't see past the fangs and the blood. Everything that has happened in the last few days has made me realize that… I don't have any reason to fear you. I don't have any reason to hate you. And you have done so much for me that I can't even begin to thank you. Me giving you a chance, as you say, is my way of saying thank you. I could never thank you enough for what you have done for me, and I know that this isn't enough, but it's all I can do. You deserve so much more than just a chance, Blaine Anderson. So, so much more." By the time Kurt finally gathered the courage to look at Blaine since he'd started talking, he was sure that the man was going to cry. His eyes were wet and red and his mouth was hanging open in shock.
"Kurt… I don't know what to say," he choked out, tears threatening to fall. "You… you don't need to thank me, for one. I treat you like my friend because you are. I care about you, Kurt, so of course I would do all those things for you. You don't have to give me anything in return, so don't think you do."
"I know, and I don't. But I want to," Kurt said. "So I'm going to shove whatever irrational fear I have to the side and show you that I appreciate the lengths you have gone to for me and that I care about you too."
"Ok," Blaine smiled. "Do you want to continue? It's your turn."
"Sure. Um… If you had never been turned that night, what do you think you'd be doing with your life?" Kurt asked curiously. Blaine took a moment to think before answering.
"I'd like to think that I'd still be teaching, but it would probably be in a school in New York instead of here. The only reason I moved back here was to be closer to my family, my real family, so that I wouldn't feel like I'd lost them as much. I had a boyfriend at the time that I was turned, and since the only reason we broke up was because I was turned, I think we'd probably be married by now."
"That serious, huh?" Kurt asked before taking a sip of now lukewarm coffee.
"Yeah. We were obnoxiously in love. I thought we were in it for the long haul, but I guess it wasn't meant to be," he sighed. Bringing up the subject of his past love still hurt, but Blaine had to future to look forward to. One that he hopefully shared with the beautiful boy sitting across from him. "I think I would've been teaching music somewhere. Those are the two things I love the most, teaching and music, so it would be a really nice job for me. I tried to find a position involving music for the longest time, but I kinda just gave up when this job opened up."
"You should totally come to Glee rehearsal some time. I'm positive Mr. Schue would let you help. You have an amazing voice and I bet you're ten times the teacher he is," Kurt said excitedly. "You could even sing with us if you wanted to!"
"Wow, Kurt, that sounds amazing. I'd be honored," Blaine smiled.
"Wonderful! I'll have to talk to Mr. Schuester when we go back in a few days."
"That would be great. Thank you."
"Of course," Kurt smiled back. "Now, it's your turn. Ask away!"
"Alright, drawing inspiration from your question, where do you see yourself in five years?" Blaine asked curiously.
"That's such a cheesy teacher question, Blaine," he teased. "But, it's easy. I'm in New York with the guy of my dreams, hopefully my soulmate, and I'm either performing on Broadway or designing my own line of clothes. Maybe with a kid or two, as well."
"That sounds wonderful, Kurt. I can really see you doing all that," Blaine said. As soon as the words left his mouth, realization slapped him in the face. "Oh!" he exclaimed. "What if I can actually see you doing it?!"
"Blaine, you're making absolutely no sense," Kurt laughed.
"No, no I am! How much do you actually know about Anderson vampires?" he asked.
"What does that-"
"Just… answer the question, please?" Blaine pleaded.
"Um… not much other than what my parents have told me, and I'm guessing most of it was exaggerated to scare me, so nothing really," Kurt explained.
"Oh. Well, you see, the Anderson family are essentially the rulers of the supernatural world, yes?"
"'Um, yeah, I guess so." Kurt raised an eyebrow at the statement. What was the point of all this?
"Well that's because we all have special abilities that other vampires don't. Including myself."
"Oh!" Kurt exclaimed. "Yeah, my dad once told me something about that. He said that the Andersons are known for using their powers to manipulate people to get them to do what they want," he said. Seeing Blaine's smiled fall, he said, "I'm guessing that's not entirely true, is it?"
"No. Definitely not. I mean, Cooper? He can hear people's thoughts, and it kind of makes it easy for him to blackmail people, but he tells me that he can't shut out the thoughts, so none of us blame him. He doesn't even realize when he does it, sometimes. But as for the rest of us, we don't use our powers to harm others. We use them to help instead. My ability is one that is quite special around the vampire community since it's only been recorded as being had a few times in the entire history of the Andersons."
"What is it?"
"They call me a Visionary. I can look into someone's eyes and see snapshots of what their going to become."
"So you can… see the future?" Kurt asked.
Blaine nodded. "Yes and no. I can see the future, but only of the person whose eyes I'm looking into. It's not like I can see new inventions or something and invent them myself or anything like that."
"Okay. That makes sense, I think. That sounds pretty cool, though," Kurt said.
"Yeah, it really is. I can see what someone's going to become and I can do my best to help them towards that. It's really satisfying to see them reach something I saw and know that I helped them get there."
"So have you ever done it to me?"
"No," Blaine said simply. "I have to concentrate really hard to do it, and I've never had a chance to. Not that I would do it without your consent though. But I would like to now, if you'd let me."
Kurt's face split into a huge grin at the proposal. He could actually know what he was going to become and work ten time harder to make it happen. He simply nodded at the vampire who smiled back in response.
"Really?"
"Mhm," Kurt hummed. "As long as you tell me what you see."
"Of course. Okay, um, come here," he said, motioning closer to himself. Kurt scooted forward on the couch until their knees were touching. "So, I might space out for a minute, so don't freak out if you ask me something and I don't respond, okay?" At Kurt's nod, Blaine held out his hands. "Let me see your hands," he said. Kurt raised a quizzical brow, but followed Blaine's instructions anyway. "It helps to get a clearer picture if we're touching," the vampire explained. Kurt nodded his understanding. "Okay. Here we go, then."
Taking a deep breath, Blaine locked his eyes onto Kurt's and poured all his focus and energy into looking into the boy's soul. He felt shocks and tingles flowing through him coming from where Kurt's hands touched his, but it was essentially background noise. He was focused solely on seeing into Kurt that he didn't notice anything else but the boy's beautiful shining glasz eyes.
Kurt bit the inside of his cheek at the intensity of Blaine's stare. He knew it wasn't meant to do that to him, but he couldn't help but feel little turned on by it. Blaine's eyes boring into his own sent extra shocks through Kurt's body, tingles shooting down where they shouldn't have. His face warmed up slightly, and if Blaine noticed anything off about the boy, he said nothing.
Not getting a clear picture right of the bat, Blaine shifted in his seat. This had never happened before. Could he not see into Kurt's future? He shook his head and blinked a few times. He noticed Kurt raising an eyebrow as if to ask 'Is everything alright?' Blaine just nodded his head and looked into Kurt's star filled eyes once more. The thought he'd had a second ago immediately left his mind as a picture came into view. Only, it wasn't just a picture like he was used to seeing. A scene played out in his mind like a movie.
Kurt bounded out of the bedroom and into the stylishly decorated living area, his bag resting on his hip and his fingers idly attempting to tie a pale blue scarf around his neck. He walked into the living area and began to full on struggle with tying the complicated knot he's planned on. His husband, being the the living area himself, chuckled softly at the fairy's glazed over eyes as he tried to tie the fabric around his pale neck. He walked over to where kurt was standing in the doorway of the room.
"Need some help there, my sweet boy?" He asked with a smile.
"Please." Kurt answered, letting the silky scarf fall from his fingers in his husbands.
"On one condition," he said. Kurt raised a perfectly manicured brow. "Go on," he said.
"I will tie your scarf for you if…" he paused, tapping his chin with his finger playfully, " you give me three kisses."
"Mmm, I don't know, that's quite a lot of kisses," Kurt teased. "But… I think I can manage," he smiled. His husband smiled adorably and pecked his lips gently on Kurt's, beginning to tie it they way he knew his husband always wore. When he finished the first step of the knot, he pulled Kurt closer to him with the fabric, laying a sweet and soft kiss on the faerie's plump lips.
"You know," he began, "If you didn't insist on me drinking from you everyday, you wouldn't have to wear these as often as you do. Not that I'm complaining, but..."
"Oh, shush," Kurt said, tilting his head back slightly so the other man could work on the knot easier. "You know you're not the only one who benefits from it," he said with a wink. The vampire's eyes went wide in mock shock.
"Kurt! You can't say things like that! Lizzie will hear you!" he whisper shouted. Kurt chuckled softly at his husband's silly antics.
"Oh, she won't understand anything, you know that. She can't even talk yet," he said glancing lovingly at the baby sleeping quietly in her crib in the living room. With one final tug, Kurt's scarf was properly tied around his neck and his husband pulled him in for his final kiss. This one was hotter than the previous two - deeper, more sensual. Kurt moaned softly into the other man's mouth as he sucked on Kurt's lower lip. The younger man slipped his arms around the other's neck and pulled him closer so that their bodies were flush against each other. The soft whimpers of a baby interrupted them before they could get too carried away though. Kurt pulled back first, slowly opening his eyes with a smile on his face
"I'll get her," he said, walking over to the crib where the six month old was lying and wriggling around. "Oh, what is it now, little one," he asked playfully while picking her up. "Someone's just grumpy, huh?" He teased bouncing her softly on his shoulder while walking around the room. His husband walked into the room and in an instant a smile grew on his face. Kurt and babies were his weaknesses. They're both just so cute, how could they not be? He had a to go cup of coffee in his hand.
"Let me take her," he said handing Kurt the travel mug and taking Elizabeth into his embrace, immediately bouncing her like Kurt did. "You need to get to work, mister. You're boss would not be happy with you if you were late."
"Blaine, I'm my own boss," Kurt sassed while putting on his jacket.
"Exactly." Kurt playfully rolled his eyes, but silently agreed nonetheless.
"Alright, alright, I'm leaving. I'm starting to think you're getting bored of me," he teased with a pout.
"Never, my love. I will never get bored of you for as long as we both shall live." Kurt smiled before pecking a kiss onto Blaine's lips.
"Nor will I," he said. Blaine grinned and nodded.
"Glad to hear it," he said.
"Oh, by the way," Kurt began, "Don't forget my dad's flying in later today so we should both be here when he gets here."
"Of course, babe. I'll be here," Blaine smiled.
With one last small kiss, Kurt turned around and headed for the door. Blaine spotted something on the coffee table in the nick of time, and he yelled out before Kurt could walk out the door.
"Wait, Kurt, you're sketchbook is still on the table," he said, walking over and grabbing the book while trying to balance the baby on his hip at the same time. Kurt turned back and smiled thankfully at his husband. "I don't think your performers would be very happy with you if you left their costume designs and measurements at home."
"No, they definitely would not. Thank you. Have a great first day back, Mr. Anderson-Hummel. I love you," he smiled, walking out the door quickly. Blaine smiled. He'd never get used to hearing that.
When Blaine came back, Kurt was practically in his lap, shaking him for all he was worth. The vampire blinked several times to clear his vision, causing Kurt to sigh thankfully.
"Gods, you scared me. Are you alright?" he asked.
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine, why? Did something happen?" Blaine questioned back worriedly.
"I don't know, but you're eyes kept shifting from black to gold and I think one time red and you were mumbling something in some other language, and I don't know, it had me concerned."
"I'm fine, I promise," Blaine said, rubbing his hands up and down Kurt's arms. "That was strange though."
"How so?" Kurt asked, returning to his seat properly.
"Well, remember how I said I only see pictures, normally?" Kurt nodded. "It was...strange. I didn't see pictures with you. It was almost like a movie of your life was playing in my mind," he said.
"Huh. Why would you think I'm different? Is it because I'm not human?"
"That may be it, but I have no idea, really," Blaine said. "Nothing like that's ever happened before."
"So, what did you see? How accurate was I?" Kurt asked after a moment.
Blaine blushed thinking about his vision. If he told Kurt that it was them in the vision, how would he react? No, no there was no way he'd tell him yet. That would just be unfair to Kurt.
"You were pretty spot on, actually," Blaine chuckled.
"Ooh, so which was it, Broadway or fashion?" Kurt asked, eyes wide and excited.
"Both, I think. Your um, your husband said something like 'I don't think your actors would be very happy if you left you sketchbook at home.'"
"Oh, that sounds fantastic. I've always loved designing costumes for things, so that would be an amazing job. Do something you're passionate about, right?" Kurt laughed. "So, husband, you say? What's he like?"
Blaine panicked a little, how was he supposed to explain himself to Kurt without sounding like he was gloating?
"Um, I didn't really catch much about him," he said instead. Kurt pouted slightly but smiled nonetheless.
"He was at least attractive, right?" he asked.
"Y-yeah, I guess so," Blaine replied. "You had a baby, too. About five or six months old, I'd guess. You called her Lizzie."
"That was my mom's name," Kurt said. "Elizabeth. My dad always called her Lizzie. I'm actually partially named after her. My middle name is Elizabeth."
"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel. That suits you," Blaine said.
"Thanks," he smiled. Blaine smiled back softly.
"You also mentioned your dad in this vision, which reminded me that I wanted to ask about your trip to the hospital," Blaine said after a few moments.
"Oh, yeah, it was fine, I guess. The doctor explained everything that's going on to me and such."
"What did they say in terms of when he'll wake up?"
"I wanted to talk to you about that, actually," Kurt said. "The doctor said that the chance of him waking up and being perfectly okay are pretty much non-existent, that it would take a miracle. And that got me thinking, I can do that, I can make that miracle happen."
"You mean... healing him with magic?" Blaine asked.
"Mhm. I'm sure there's a spell or two in my book that could help. And besides, I already have the power to heal myself, so healing others shouldn't be that far of a stretch, I don't think"
"But, Kurt healing someone else, even with your ability, that would be pretty hard, right? I know your father tried to the same thing with your mother and we both know how that turned out. Who's to say that this won't turn out the same way?" Blaine wasn't trying to be an ass, but he was concerned for Kurt. If it didn't work, then how would he feel?
"Yes, I know. But my father doesn't have the power that I do. He doesn't really have much magic. Not all of us do, it's very selective. I have quite a bit of magic, so I think with some practice, I can heal him. Which is why I wanted to ask you if you could maybe help me? I mean, it's a lot to ask, but I have to practice this, just like with any other magic if I want it to work. If I don't practice, I could give him a second head, or something"
"Kurt, of course I'll help. What do you need me to do?" Blaine asked.
"Well, I'd like to start small and work my way up to bigger things, but that would also mean hurting you to do it, so I'm not sure if that's the way we want to go." Blaine smiled.
"I'm a vampire, remember? If I have to be hurt to help you and you can't heal me, I can always heal myself," Blaine said. As soon as he did, he remembered something very important. "Kurt! Gods I'm so stupid!"
"Um, Blaine?"
"Kurt, I'm a vampire! I can heal him!" He was so excited and was practically bouncing in his seat. However, upon seeing Kurt's frown, his excitement immediately dissipated. "Kurt? What's wrong."
"Nothing," Kurt sighed, "but I'm going to have to say no."
"No?" Blaine frowned. "What do you mean?"
"As much as I appreciate the offer, I can't have you heal my dad."
"Why not?" Blaine's expression reminded Kurt of that of a kicked puppy.
"Because he absolutely hates your family. He'd flip out if you put your blood into his system. He'd kill you and then me for letting you do it. So no. This is something I have to do myself."
Blaine nodded. "Okay. I understand," he said.
"Thank you. If you're still up for it though, I would still love your help."
"Of course!" Blaine exclaimed. "The offer still stands."
"Really?" he whispered.
"Mhm. Kurt, you are… you are one of my closest friends right now, probably ever, and I'd pretty much do whatever you wanted me to. I know how important your dad is to you, so there is no doubt in my mind about doing this."
To say that Kurt was happy was an understatement. He thought he was happy realizing that he could do it himself, but having this wonderful person all but jump at the chance to help him was… it was amazing. Blaine was right. They were really close friends. Kurt couldn't imagine any of the people in glee club rushing to his aid like this. Hell, they never even rushed to his aid when he was dying. It's all Blaine. It will always be Blaine.
Kurt laughed and drew Blaine into a tight hug. "You are so amazing," he whispered. "Thank you."
Blaine tightened his arms around Kurt's waist and allowed his head to tuck into the boy's shoulder. He nodded against the soft skin of his neck. "Anytime," he whispered back. They stayed in their warm embrace for a while, Kurt so grateful for the wonderful being in his arms. How he lived without him, he didn't know. All he knew was that he never wanted to let him go.
(*)
The rest of their night was spent discussing how they would go about healing Burt after the two (reluctantly) let each other go from the warm, comforting embrace they shared. Blaine admitted that he might have to start eating more to get his strength up so that he could withhold his healing ability, which may take a bit of time. Kurt agreed to this with no hesitation, knowing how much he was asking of Blaine. They would of course need to figure out a way to be secretive and discreet about their ministrations so as not to raise any confusion or concern from doctors and nurses.
They discussed things like this into the wee hours of the night until Kurt started to drift off in the middle of a conversation. Blaine decided that sleep would be the best for them, and that they could continue talking in the morning. They retired to their respective rooms, both a little sad to let the warmth of the other person go.
Kurt was fast to go to sleep, out cold as soon as his head hit the pillow. Blaine, however, had a little bit more difficulty falling asleep down the hall. Of course, he was tired from the day's events, but his eyes were wide, his mind running around in circles. His main topic of thought was that he needed to talk about this mates thing with Kurt, and soon. He knew that having Kurt stay with him for however long would have the topic constantly running rampant through his mind. It would just be better to get it out sooner rather than later, he decided.
He just had absolutely no idea how he would get it though. All he needed was a push in the right direction, and then he could talk about it.
And boy, was he in for quite the shove come morning.
(**)
"You're just making this way too easy for me, Hummel. He's going to be so pleased."
Kurt awoke with a gasp, a sheen of sweat covering his body, the nightmare thankfully fading away as he regained consciousness.
"Bad dream?" A voice asked from the far corner of the room, cloaked in the darkness of the shadows. Kurt could only see an outline of the person, which he assumed to be a man, probably around six feet tall with a seemingly perfect lean fairy's heart beat sped up tenfold. One thing he knew for sure, that voice did not belong to Blaine. He opened his mouth to scream, but the voice broke his reverie by speaking again.
"Tsk," the man clicked, "I wouldn't do that, little one. Wouldn't want to worry the mate, now would we?"
A question was on the tip of Kurt's tongue, what do you want, who are you, but the person once again beat him to making a sound.
"Don't worry, I'm not here to hurt you, Kurt. I just wanted to talk to my brother."
Brother? Wait is that-
"Cooper? Why yes, yes it is," the voice said, finally coming out of the shadows. The man, Cooper, was impeccably dressed for this early in the morning -around seven, Kurt guessed- and he had a very bright smile painted on his face. He gracefully strode across the room until he was right next to the bed. Holding his hand out, he said, "Cooper Anderson. Nice to meet you, Kurt Hummel."
What? How does he-
"Know what you're going to say? Know your name? Well, I'm sure Blaine's mentioned me, yes? Okay, wonderful. And you know that I can read minds, right?" Cooper asked. "You don't have to answer that," he said when he saw Kurt's mouth open again. "And as for the name thing, how rude of me would it be if I didn't know all there is to know about my baby brother's mate?"
Mates. He keeps saying that. Does that mean that we really are?
Kurt heard Cooper chuckling awkwardly before he could say anything more. "Haven't had that conversation yet, huh? Woops. I would have figured that Blaine would have said something to you, seeing as how-"
"This is going to be a very one sided conversation, isn't it?" Kurt asked, interrupting the male in his room.
"Sorry," Cooper replied. "If you haven't already noticed, I like to talk."
No kidding, Kurt thought. Cooper laughed.
"I like you, kid. You've got spunk. I can see why Blaine is infatuated with you."
"Blaine is not infatuated with me," Kurt said, rolling his eyes, but a blush forming on his face all the same. "Is there any particular reason you're in my room at seven in the morning watching me sleep?" he asked annoyed.
"One, I beg to differ. Two, it's a vampire thing." Cooper shrugged. Hearing Kurt's panicked thought of 'Wait, really?' Cooper laughed again. "Nah, I'm just messin' with you kid. I do need to talk to my brother, though. And my guess is now that the cat's out of the bag, you do too."
Kurt was about to reply when Blaine burst through the door, sending it slamming into the wall with superhuman force with a loud bang. Blaine's face was twisted into his sharper vampire features, eyes black and fangs protruding from his mouth. He shoved Cooper into the nearest wall and pinned him by the throat with his forearm, growling menacingly in his face, rage clouding his vision and judgement. Cooper chuckled and held his hands up.
"Settle down, Squirt," he said softly. "I'm not here to hurt anyone."
"Cooper?" Blaine asked, tilting his head to the side. "But- I thought… I heard.."
"His heart beat sky rocket? Sorry, my fault. But don't worry, I'm not here to hurt anyone," he reiterated. "You don't have to worry, okay? I tried calling, but it went to voicemail." Blaine, with a guilty expression, let Cooper go and stepped back a bit. His face turned back to normal, much to Kurt's delight.
"Yeah," he said, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck, "That's my fault. I got a little fed up yesterday after someone called me and I kinda broke it. I'll get a new one later."
"Was it Sebastian?"
"Mhm. The one and only," he spat angrily.
Sebastian. Kurt thought. I hate that guy the more I hear about him. Cooper, hearing him, flicked his eyes away from his brother and towards the form still sitting on the bed. Blaine only just seemed to realize Kurt was in the room then.
"Kurt," he breathed, turning around, "I-"
"Don't worry about it. I'm fine."
"But-"
"Hey, no, I'm fine," Kurt stressed, looking between the two. "I'm going to go make some breakfast. You guys talk," he said before getting up and walking out of the room.
"What are you doing here, Coop?" Blaine asked, running a hand down his face.
"Well, I came to talk to you about the rogues because Andrea and Xavier asked me to, but now I have a bigger issue with you."
"What about the rogues? Is their activity spiking? Are they threatening covens again?" Blaine asked, not caring about anything else his brother wanted to say. If the rogue activity spiked up again, that could mean nothing good. There were laws against the rogues - vampires who have broken away from their coven - and if their activity was increasing, that could mean that they're preparing to overtake the Council. Or worse.
"Neither, it's been pretty quiet, which is why they sent me, but that doesn't matter right now. Why haven't you talked to Kurt about being mates yet, bro?"
"I just- I don't know how. Any way I tell him he's going to be freaked out and he'll leave and then I can't protect him, and he'll end up-"
"Hey, none of that, Squirt. Besides, and by the way this is my fault, he knows now or at least suspects and he didn't seem all that freaked out to me."
"You told him?" Blaine asked, whipping his head to the side to stare menacingly at the other vampire.
"Kind of? I thought you would have said something by now!" He said in defense. " I didn't mean to let it out."
Blaine sighed. "It was bound to happen at some point. I'll try to talk to him about it when you leave. For now, tell me about the rogues."
(**)
Kurt sat silently by himself at the table eating a bowl of cereal and fruit, thinking about what Blaine's brother was implying. The fact that they may be mates was still new to him, of course, but it excited him nonetheless. Despite what everyone has told him about vampires and the Andersons especially, Blaine is a really good guy, and it's easy to see that. Kurt would be lying if he said he was any bit uncomfortable around him anymore. Maybe it was too early and he should have been more cautious, but that didn't feel right. What felt right around Blaine was being at ease and enjoying himself. The man went to great lengths to make it so that Kurt was happy and comfortable, he cared so much about others, and he was pretty gorgeous too, not gonna lie.
Having Blaine for a soulmate would not be a bad thing at all, Kurt decided. Yes, they were a decade apart in age, but that didn't bother him. And, yes, the blood thing still has a scary concept to him, but it wasn't something he would refuse to learn about and make himself familiar with. Kurt figured it would be the same with Blaine. He could learn more about Kurt's magic and his family and the like. So, no, he wouldn't be opposed to having Blaine as a soulmate. He may not have even been kissed yet, but if they truly were destined to be together, then he was willing to give them a shot.
Kurt was shaken out of his reverie when the two vampires came out of his room laughing. Blaine showed Cooper to the door without so much as a word to Kurt. Cooper shot a look to his brother, one that said 'Talk to him about it or I will' before waving goodbye to Kurt and leaving. Blaine closed the door behind the older man and stayed with his back turned to Kurt for a moment, gathering whatever strength he could to talk about this. Silently, he turned around and walked to the table before sitting down across from the teen who'd stopped eating by this point.
"Kurt…" Blaine said slowly, wringing his hands in his lap. "I have no idea how to even talk about this," he laughed.
"It's okay. Just answer a question for me?" Kurt said.
"Anything," was Blaine's immediate response.
"Do you- do you really think we're mates? Soulmates? What ever term you want to use."
Again, Blaine's response was immediate. "Yeah, yeah I do. It's just- Kurt we've only known each other for a short amount of time, but I feel like if you were to no longer be in my life then nothing would be right anymore. You are the best thing that's ever happened to me, and nothing could ever make me as happy as you do. Just being around you makes me the happiest person on earth." Kurt was awestruck at Blaine's words, realizing just how much they fit how he felt about Blaine as well. Taking Kurt's silence as a bad thing, Blaine started to become anxious and worrisome. "Gods, that was too much wasn't it? I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"
"Blaine, honey, it's okay, really. It wasn't too much, I promise. I'm just trying to take all this in." Kurt said.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, if someone would have told me that I'd have a vampire for a soulmate two and a half months ago, I would have laughed in their face and told them to check into a mental hospital. But now…"
"Now?" Blaine asked, on the edge of his seat.
"Now... now I'm not so sure. Like you said, you make me so happy, you make me feel safe and loved like no one has before, and you go to such great lengths to make sure I'm comfortable. Like I said last night, you are so amazing and you deserve so much more than a chance, Blaine."
"Sooo what you're saying is…."
"What I'm saying is, yes, I think we're soulmates too."
"Wha- Really?" Blaine asked, a smile lighting up his entire face.
"Yeah." Kurt said, smile matching the man's across from him. "Here, give me your hand." Blaine stopped twisting his hands around in his lap and placed one in Kurt's open hand lying on the table. What Kurt wanted to happen thankfully did. "Do you feel that?" he asked, referring to the tingles that were shooting through both man's hands where their skin touched, a feeling almost like what you get after your hand's fallen asleep and just starting to wake back up, although this wasn't painful. When seeing Blaine nod the affirmative, his gaze transfixed upon their hands, Kurt continued. "A little while ago I was talking to my dad about this stuff - soulmates, I mean - and he told me that this," he picked up their hands, gesturing to them with a nod of his head, "he said that what we're feeling is my magic flowing from me into you."
"Wow." Blaine said simply, staring in awe at their still joined hands.
"You understand what that means right?" Kurt asked, hoping Blaine would get the message.
"Um… kind of?" Blaine said shaking his head a bit, his brow furrowed slightly. "What does that mean, exactly?"
"Blaine, faeries can only share magic like this with certain people. With their soulmates." That knocked Blaine right out of his thoughts. He gazed up at Kurt from under his lashes, his mouth agape, opening and closing like he wanted to say something but he didn't know what to say.
"Oh," was all he said. Kurt smiled and nodded. "But, how come you've never brought this up before?" Blaine asked, after a moment. "We've touched before, so if you knew about this why didn't you say anything?"
"Honestly, I didn't want to believe it, at first. I was still terrified of you the first time we touched and for a few times after, but I really didn't want to believe it recently because of my dad. If he were to find out that I thought you were my soulmate, I might have put him in the hospital myself because he'd have a heart attack. For the past couple days because I've only been thinking about him and how to help him, so it's slipped my mind, I guess. It's nothing against you though, I promise. I can't believe I was such a fool to think you couldn't be my soulmate."
"Hey, none of that Kurt, I understand where you were coming from. Trust me, my family is going to have issues with this, too, but we'll just have to get through this, just like everything else from now on, together."
"Together." Kurt agreed with a curt nod. Blaine nodded and let go of Kurt's hand. He stood up and walked around the table to stand next to Kurt seated at the table.
"Can I hug you now?" he asked, just barely above a whisper. Kurt smiled and nodded, getting up himself. They quickly took the other into their arms, pulling him as close in the embrace as they could. Blaine, the shorter of the two, laid his head in the crook of Kurt's neck and breathed in, contented to be surrounded by the warmth and scent of his mate. Gods, to have that fact confirmed made Blaine so indescribably happy.
"I can't believe it," he said. "I can't believe you're mine."
"Yours," Kurt agreed softly without thinking. Blaine pressed kiss to the warm flesh underneath his lips where he could feel Kurt's pulse jumping in response.
"So, being your mate. How is that different for you?" Kurt asked.
"What?" Blaine said.
"I mean, like… Well, fairies can transfer magic to their soulmates, and say, if I were to perform any sort of magic or spell on you, it wouldn't take as much power or energy as if I were to do the same thing to anybody else. So what I want to know is what's it like for a vampire. How am I different from everyone else to you?"
"Um," Blaine murmured, thinking for a few moments. "Two things I guess. We've already seen the way my abilities act on you, and the other I would guess is your blood?"
"Why did that sound like a question?" Kurt asked pulling away slightly to look down at the other man.
"I don't really know how you feel about that stuff right now, so…"
"I'm still not 100% on it, but I'm willing to learn if you'll teach me." Blaine nodded and took Kurt's hand leading them over to the couch.
"Well then, yeah, I think it's the blood. Obviously I don't know yet, but the other coven members have told me that drinking from your soulmate is like… drinking the most exquisite wine after only drinking water for your entire life," Blaine said.
"Oh," Kurt said simply. "I guess that would make sense. That's one of the things that makes you who you are, just like me with my magic, so it would be understandable that those things are heightened in a sense with our soulmates."
"Yeah, totally," Blaine agreed. "It's also my understanding that if I were to drink from you then your blood would give me more strength and power than other people's because of the same things. Which in turn would mean that I probably wouldn't need to feed more than once every three or four weeks, opposed to the two weeks that I go without it now."
"Would you like that?" Kurt asked. "The longer period without it, I mean. You've told me how much you don't like hurting people because of what happened to you."
Blaine faltered a bit. Yeah, that would be ideal, especially because he didn't want to inflict any type of pain on the person who meant the most to him, but if what he said was true, he's not so sure that he'd want to go that long without a taste of his mate's decedent blood. He told Kurt a much, trying to be as sensitive as possible as to not freak Kurt out or make him scared. Kurt simply nodded in response before saying, "I see where you're coming from. I think I'd feel the same way if I was in that situation, actually," making Blaine sigh a little in relief that he hadn't completely scared him.
They sat in silence for a moment, either man thinking over everything they'd just said. After a little while, Kurt drew in a breath before whispering, "I think that I'd be okay with it. You drinking from me, I mean." Blaine was thrown for a loop, knowing how this subject made Kurt uncomfortable still.
"What- Kurt… but, I thought this stuff made you uneasy," he said, voicing his confusion.
"I'm not gonna lie, it does, but like I said, that doesn't mean that I'm not willing to learn about it. And I learn best hands on so…" he trailed off. "I think… give me a little while and we can do it. Besides, if I'm going to spend the rest of my life with you, I figure we'd get around to it eventually, so why not get a head start?"
"Kurt, my sweet boy, you don't have to do that if you're not comfortable with it," he said quickly, shaking his head. Kurt caught his gaze instantly and shook his head himself.
"Did you not hear what I said? I want to learn about it and become comfortable with it, and what better way than to experience it?"
"Kurt…" Blaine said in awe before wrapping his arm around the teen's shoulder and hugging him close. "Gods, you're so fucking amazing. You're so much more than I could ever deserve." He pressed a soft kiss to the top of Kurt's head, who's cheeks warmed slightly at the slight praise, before resting his chin lightly over the spot his lips and just touched. Kurt smiled and let himself fall easily into Blaine's warm, comforting embrace. Humming contentedly, he snuggled further into Blaine's side so that their bodies were flush against one another.
"You are too, you know," Kurt murmured. "So amazing. I don't know what I've done for the fates to give me such a caring, sweet, overall wonderful man for a soulmate," he said. Blaine removed his head from it's spot on top of Kurt's to stare at the younger male. "I mean it, Blaine. My life was pretty much hell before you came along. I'd get pushed around and called names for no other reason than the fact that some people can't accept that fact that people are going to be different than they are. I'd come home with bruises and marks on my back from them shoving me into lockers, and some days I was scared to come to school. But then you came along, and even if I was scared of you for a little while, you were, you are, this force that makes me feel protected and so cared for. You saved my life Blaine, more times than just the other day. Without you, I probably wouldn't have started using my magic to protect myself. You awakened that part of me, I think. I never could have expected or asked for anything more because you are so, so much more than I will ever deserve. I know I've done nothing to prove it, but you are one of the most important people in my life, and I'm so fucking grateful that I met you. So lucky to have you as my soulmate as well," he finished.
Blaine, eyes welling with happy tears, chuckled softly and pressed another kiss to Kurt, this time on his forehead. "I have no way to respond to that," he laughed, "But know that every word you said is true for me, too. You saved me too, Kurt. Without you, I would never be as happy as I am right now. I wouldn't have something to want to fight for, to want to live for. You are so much more than I could ever deserve, too." Kurt smiled, his eyes beginning to shine with unshed tears as well.
After staring into Blaine's eyes for a moment, he softly spoke words that Blaine never would have thought to come out of the teen's mouth. "Can I… Can I kiss you?" Kurt stammered softly. Blaine had to make sure he heard right, searching Kurt's eyes for any sign of uncertainty. Finding none, he whispered, "Are you sure?" Kurt nodded quickly, his cheeks flushing a pretty little pink. Seeing his mate's positive response, he nodded only a fraction. "Yeah," he choked out, nodding frantically. "Yeah."
His eyes slipping shut slowly, Kurt smiled and leaned ever so closer to Blaine. Their lips met softly, Blaine's hand coming up to rest on Kurt's neck as they did so. The delightful tingles returned where the two sets of lips met and moved slowly against one another, only this time it was oh so much stronger and indescribably better. Their mouths tangled together languidly, Blaine's lips capturing Kurt's top one in between them, sucking on the muscle softly. Kurt breathed heavily, his heart hammering away in his chest. Everything felt so perfect and right in that moment, and nothing else mattered but the feel of velvety lips moving together in their sensual dance. They became totally lost in one another, lost in the chaste yet utterly passionate kiss. It wasn't just a kiss, though. It was a binding of souls, two beings finally becoming one after so long apart. It was an expression of feelings and of love that they shared for one another, even if they hadn't outright said the words yet. It was beautiful and amazing and everything Kurt could have never dreamed of his first kiss being like.
Blaine broke away suddenly earning a quiet whimper of protest from Kurt. Their lips were swollen and spit slick from the kissing, their cheeks flushed with the realization of what happened.
"Wow," they breathed simultaneously in awe, their gazes never leaving the other's. Both men's chests were heaving slightly, trying to earn back the air that had been ripped from their lungs in astonishment.
"That was…"
"Yeah."
"Can we do it again?"
"Oh, definitely, Kurt. Yes."