Happy New Year everyone! I hope you've had a good holiday season so far! Sorry this took longer than I'd hoped, but I wasn't happy with anything I'd written. I ended up writing 3 different versions of this chapter because I didn't like the way they turned out, but I'm okay with this one. Its kinda short, but I wanted to post in December, so this is all we get. Anyways, that's all I have to say right now, and I hope you enjoy!
Minor warning: some swearing near the end
It was the Monday following the week of Thanksgiving break, and Kurt and Blaine were sitting in Blaine's small English classroom alone. Their arrangement of working together during third period had not changed even though the nature of their relationship had. A lot.
The previous week was filled with cuddles and kiss, making up for lost time spent being oblivious to each other's feelings. The two men lazed around all week together, never spending a second apart. They were always touching in some way or another, constantly feeling those deliciously little tingles that passed from Kurt to Blaine. While Blaine would grade papers, Kurt would read in his spell book, trying to find something to help his father who was still in the hospital. That was what they were doing that Monday during third period, too.
Kurt sighed angrily as he flipped yet another page in the seemingly endless old book that had been handed down to him from his mother. He was sure, positive, that there had to be something in that god forsaken stack of musty paper and cracked leather that could heal his father, but with the turn of every page, his confidence grew thin.
Hearing Kurt's frustrated groans, Blaine looked up from own stack of papers with a frown. "What's wrong, my sweet boy?" he asked. Kurt's face still grew warm at Blaine's pet name for him, yet his anger and frustration did not wane.
"I'm just…," he sighed, "I'm just tired, ya'know? I'm tired of not making any progress and staring at this stupid book," he said while slamming it closed. Blaine pouted sympathetically.
"Come here," he said with a nod. With an affectionate roll of his eyes, Kurt did as told and walked over to Blaine's desk, standing on the same side as his soulmate's large leather chair. Blaine stood and placed his warm hands on Kurt's hips, drawing them closer together. "You will find something Kurt, I know it. You just have to keep at it. Maybe you'll find something in the next ten minutes, maybe in the next ten days. But you will find something."
"Actually," Kurt started while going back to his desk to get the book, "I may have found something useful. Not what I'm looking for, but something that may help me find it."
"Oh yeah?" Blaine asked as Kurt sat on his desk.
"Yeah. It's a locater spell. It might help me find something in this book that I could use if I can figure out how to use it right."
"That's actually a great idea, Kurt! Why don't you try using it now to see if you can do it?" Kurt shrugged but nodded in agreement.
"Okay." He laid the book out on the desk and flattened out the pages. "What should I try to find?" he asked.
"Well I lost my favorite pen in here a while ago. You could try that."
"Okay," Kurt laughed. He closed his eyes, held his hands out to the room, and began chanting something in what Blaine thought sounded like very old latin. As he recited the spell, the room began to very faintly quiver and shake as the magic did its work. When Kurt had finished the spell and opened his eyes, tons of lost pens and pencils came out of their hiding places and converged in the middle of the room. Seeing this, Kurt sighed.
"Hey, at least we know it works, even just somewhat," Blaine said reassuringly.
"I guess so," Kurt replied.
"And look, you did find my pen!" Blaine said, walking over to the pile and picking out his favorite one.
"I'm glad," Kurt laughed. "I just need to work on refining it, then."
"It was only your first time with that spell. I bet if you work on that and just other little things, you're magic will get stronger over time."
"Like muscle building?"
"Exactly like that," Blaine nodded, walking towards Kurt and putting his arms around the boy's shoulders. "Just a little bit at a time until you build up enough strength to do something big. In this case, that would probably be whatever spell you use to heal your father."
"Okay," Kurt smiled.
"Why don't you try something else?" Blaine asked. "Another small spell."
"Okay, like what?"
"Um,"Blaine trailed off in thought. "Do you know a spell that can heat things up? My coffee's cold but I don't want to get another one," he pouted playfully. Kurt laughed and nodded.
"Sure." On his way over to the desk, Kurt kissed Blaine's little pout and smiled. "Anything for you." Blaine's smile was bright enough to blind a man.
Kurt picked Blaine's coffee mug off the desk and held it between both hands. Just like he did when he froze water for Chandler last week, he pushed his magic into the mug and closed his eyes, picturing what he wanted. He felt the coffee slowly warm in his hands as he continued to push magic into it. Once it felt an ample temperature, he opened his eyes and handed the mug to Blaine.
"Let me know what you think," he said. Blaine took a small sip of the coffee, and a pleasantly surprised smile passed over his face.
"It's perfect," he said, taking another sip. "Just like you." Kurt smiled in response before shaking his head.
"Whatever you say." He made his way back to his desk, pecking Blaine on the cheek as he walked past. He smiled softly to himself, happy that Blaine was there to help him through his struggles. Just as he sat down and picked up his book, ready to look through it again, a knock on the door startled both men.
"Mr. Anderson," Rachel Berry started as she came into the classroom. "Oh! Kurt, hi. I didn't know you were in here."
"What did you need, Ms. Berry?" Blaine asked her, setting his coffee mug down on the desk.
"Right, I just had a quick question about the homework from over break…" Kurt stopped listening as he stealthily tried to put his spell book away so that Rachel wouldn't see it. Gods know what would happen if she got her hands on it and figured out what it was. After that, he busied himself with some last minute homework until she left. Once Rachel had had her question answered and was about to leave, she stopped in the doorway.
"Hey, Kurt? Can I talk to you out in the hallway for a sec?" she asked in an overly sweet voice, batting her eyelashes.
"Uh, sure?" Kurt hesitantly got out of his desk and followed Rachel into the hallway. He looked to Blaine, who just shrugged his shoulders and made an I-dont-know face in response.
Once Kurt was in the hallway, Rachel shut the door to Blaine's classroom and pulled him away towards the lockers.
"Oh my god, Kurt! Is something going on between you two?! Why didn't you tell me!?" She whisper-screamed, jumping up and down in excitement.
"What are you talking about?" Kurt hissed, looking around them to make sure no one was listening.
"You and Mr. Anderson! You guys are totally together!" Kurt tried to laugh like he thought what she said was funny, but inside he was truly freaking out. If she ever saw anything between them, the whole school would know in a matter of hours and Blaine could be fired.
"What on earth led you to that conclusion?" Kurt asked, hoping his laughter was convincing.
"Why else would you be in his classroom, alone, and smiling and blushing?" Kurt internally sighed in relief. She hadn't seen Kurt kiss Blaine's cheek just seconds before she walked in.
"First off, you're ridiculous. Just 'cause he and I happen to both be gay doesn't mean that we automatically get together. Secondly, I'm in his classroom because I help him during this period with grading and stuff. I needed another credit to be able to graduate, but they didn't find that out in time for me to join any classes, so this is what they came up with." Kurt watched Rachel's smile slowly fade as he continued to talk. "Thirdly, we were smiling because, believe it or not, Blaine is actually funny sometimes." As soon as he said Blaine's name, however, Rachel's smile was back full force.
"You call him Blaine now? Remind me again how you're not together?"
"Rachel, please," Kurt pleaded. "Mr. Anderson and I are not together and never will be, and if you make a rumor like that you could get him fired." Rachel frowned again.
"Oh," she frowned. "I guess you're right. But that doesn't mean I can't imagine!" she said gleefully before turning on a heel and skipping down the hallway.
"Rachel! Rachel!" he whisper-yelled in her direction. When he saw that she wasn't going to come back, he sighed and shook his head before going back into the classroom.
"Do you think she saw us?" Was the first thing Blaine asked after Kurt closed the door, telling him that he'd been listening
"No," he sighed, "but I think she is going to see things that aren't there."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, she wants us to be together, for her own twisted reasons, which means that she is going to think she sees something that doesn't happen. Like if you and I make eye-contact during class she's going to make it seem like we were sharing flirty of heated glances, or something like that." Blaine shrugged in response before crossing his arms.
"That doesn't sound like that big of a deal to me," he said nonchalantly.
"It is," Kurt insisted. "You don't know Rachel like I do. If she thinks she sees something and tells somebody else and that somebody lets it slip and the wrong person hears it…," he trailed off with a sigh. "You could get fired for that, Blaine. I don't want that for you."
"If that's what it came down to, I'd be okay with it," Blaine replied. Seeing Kurt's confused expression, he continued. "Let me explain," he said. "If that were to happen and I'd lose my job, I'd be okay with it. Nothing is going to ever be able to change what you are to me, and losing this job certainly wouldn't. Besides, they would need evidence for me to be fired, and we know to be careful. It's not like anybody's gonna catch us having sex on my desk or anything like that," Blaine shrugged. After saying that, he happened to pick up on a slight change in the rate of Kurt's heartbeat. He narrowed his eyes at the boy in front of him.
"What?" Kurt asked, crossing his arms.
"Nothing, it's just-, you're heartbeat got a little fast there for a second," he smirked.
"Wh-, I-, Oh shush! That's not what we're talking about," he said, blushing and casting his gaze to the floor. Blaine laughed and shook his head in amusement.
"Anyways, losing my job over this wouldn't be that big of a deal for me, Kurt. I'd rather keep you than my job."
"You've only know me for four months, Blaine."
"And I've had this job for four months. You know which one makes me happier?" he asked, but didn't wait for an answer. "You do, Kurt. I've never been happier then when you are with me. So if be some chance we would get caught, I wouldn't deny our relationship to keep my job. Keeping this job would mean nothing to me if I were to have to break up with you."
"Okay," Kurt smiled. "But you are keeping this job for as long as possible. I love getting to see you everyday in your tight little polos," he winked.
Blaine smirked and opened his mouth to reply just as the bell rang interrupting him. Kurt quickly packed his things before kissing Blaine on the cheek for the third time in the last hour and leaving the classroom. Blaine smiled and shook his head in disbelief that he had such an amazing man as his mate. He followed Kurt out into the hallway and leaned on the wall next to his door, watching Kurt as he made his way to his next class.
The two didn't see each other until the end of the day when Kurt had Blaine's class. Unfortunately, Rachel was also in that class with them, and was constantly watching the two of them, moving her head back and forth between them like she was watching a tennis match. Kurt keep sending her death glares over the heads of the students between them, but she didn't seem deterred by them. Blaine had seemed to notice this as well, and assigned the students some book work instead of teaching for the rest of the class period. A few moments after he sat down, Kurt received a text message from the man.
From: Blaine
Hey. How are you holding up?
From: Kurt
I'm about ready to snap her stupid little neck is how I'm holding up.
From: Blaine
Do you want me to talk to her? I can hold her after class lets out.
From: Kurt
What could you say that would make her stop? I warned her about you getting fired earlier and that hasn't seemed to make her stop.
From: Blaine
I think you've forgotten some of the things I can do, my love.
From: Kurt
Are you saying you'd compel her to stop?
From Blaine:
If it came down to it, then yes. But there are other things I could try first. If you want me to, that is.
From: Kurt
You could try. I don't know if she'll listen to anything you say, but you could give it a shot.
From: Blaine
I'll ask her to stay after class then. So, how was your day? I missed you :(
Kurt laughed quietly to himself at Blaine's last text. He shook his head in amusement as he replied. The two continued to text each other about their days until the bell rang, dismissing the students for the day. Blaine put his phone away and stood up as his students began packing their things. As Rachel walked past his desk, Blaine spoke. "Miss Berry, could you please stay a moment?" She froze in her place before turning around to face him. She nodded and moved out of the way of the other leaving students. Blaine caught Kurt's eye and nodded at him, telling him to stay as well. Once the last person had left, Blaine walked over to the door and closed it. He faintly heard Rachel's heart beat pick up as he did this.
"You know why I asked you to stay, don't you Miss Berry?" Blaine asked, coming to stand in front of her. Rachel nodded minutely but kept her gaze on the floor, not meeting Blaine's eyes.
"Mr. Hummel's told me that you made some pretty heavy allegations this morning, am I correct?" Again, Rachel nodded but didn't meet Blaine's gaze. "And you do understand that what you accused us of is both highly inappropriate and highly illegal."
"I know," Rachel whispered.
"Good. Then you also know that if you were to say anything like that out loud that I could get fired, right?" She nodded again.
"I know," she said. "I'm sorry." Blaine smiled.
"Thank you," he replied. "Now, I'm not angry at you and I'm not going to get you in trouble in any way, okay?"
Rachel's eyes finally met Blaine's in a wide manner of confusion. "What?" she asked. "I thought you'd be mad at me."
"No, like I said, I'm not mad. You discussed it with Kurt and no one else, I hope?" Rachel nodded to confirm that she had't said anything to anyone else. "Good. Then I'm definitely not mad. And I will continue to be not mad as long as you never say anything about this ever again, okay?"
"I understand, Mr. Anderson. I'm sorry. It won't happen again."
"Thank you. That's all I needed, so you can go now," Blaine said. Rachel nodded and headed for the door.
She stopped before leaving. "Kurt, are you coming? We're late for Glee."
"You go, I'll catch up," he said. Rachel nodded and left, closing the door behind her. As soon as Blaine picked up on her footsteps walking away, he made his way over to Kurt and smiled.
"There," he said. "All better."
Kurt sighed and let himself fall into Blaine's open arms. "Thank you," he whispered.
"No problem, my sweet boy. If she bothers you any more just let me know, okay? I can do more than that if need be," Blaine smiled.
"Okay." Kurt smiled back softly before gently pressing his lips against Blaine's. "I got to go," he said, pulling away with a smile. "But I'll see you at home?"
"Of course. Is there anything you want me to make for dinner?"
"Surprise me?" Kurt asked. Blaine nodded before pressing another chaste kiss to Kurt's lips.
"Sure. I'll see you later." Kurt nodded as he went to gather his things. He waved at Blaine with a smile before making his way to the choir room for glee.
Kurt walked into the classroom as Mr. Schue was writing the weekly assignment on the board. He sat in the back of the class, intent on not paying much attention to the lesson. Being the only person in the back row, he felt safe to take out his book and continue flipping through it. He found the locator spell that he had marked earlier and continued reading from there. As time passed, he vaguely remembered hearing Rachel start singing, but he ignored what was going on around him in favor of the book. So far, Kurt must have made it through ⅔ of his mother's spell book but he had yet to find anything that seemed like it would help his dad. He was both glad to be almost done going through it and dejected that he hadn't found the right spell yet. As he read it everyday, the hope that he actually would was lessening day by day. But until he read that book from cover to cover, he knew he couldn't give up. Not when his dad's health and well being were at risk.
Just as he was about to give up for the day, he heard Mr. Schue dismiss them from the classroom. Kurt put the book back into his backpack before shouldering the bag and leaving the classroom, Rachel following behind him.
"Hey Kurt?" Kurt slowed to a stop and faced Rachel.
"Yes?"
"I just wanted you to know that I really am sorry about the stuff I said about you and Mr. Anderson and that I'll do my best to keep stuff to myself in the future."
"Good to know. Thank you, Rachel," Kurt said as he began to walk away.
"Kurt, wait!"
"What?"
"Mercedes, Tina, and I were planning on having a girl's night tonight and wanted to know if you wanted to come too." Kurt thought Rachel's proposition over in his head. He hadn't had a night with the girls in a while and it would be nice to have another sleep over, but Rachel was on his nerves today and he already had plans with Blaine. He decided against going.
"I can't tonight, Rachel. I have to meet with my dad's doctors later and with the insurance guys at the shop," he lied. Rachel nodded in understanding and went in to hug Kurt.
"Okay. Let me know how everything goes?"
"Sure," Kurt smiled and walked out to his car. Truth be told, he could easily just walk to Blaine's house instead of driving, but people thought he was still staying at his own house which was much farther away so he needed to keep up appearances. He stayed in the parking lot until the rest of the glee club had left for the same reason.
When he pulled into Blaine's driveway only a minute or so later, the clock on Kurt's dash read 4:45. Knowing Blaine, he'd have dinner ready at exactly 5:30 like he had been doing since Kurt began staying with him.
When Kurt walked in the front door, he was instantly hit in the face by the scent of something delicious on the stove. He dropped his bag by the door and went to the kitchen, finding Blaine stirring something in a pot. He walked up to the shorter man and wrapped his arms around Blaine's waist, resting his chin on his shoulder.
"Hi," Blaine smiled.
"Hey."
"How was glee?" Blaine asked as he continued to stir.
"It was okay. I didn't really pay much attention, but it's not like it was anything special," Kurt shrugged.
"Shouldn't you guys be practicing for Sectionals? Those are in a few weeks, right?"
Kurt huffed a laugh. "I forget that you haven't seen us in a competition season yet. Schue doesn't really even pick the songs until a few days before the competition. Sometimes the day of."
Blaine stopped stirring and turned his head to look at Kurt. "Really?" Kurt nodded. "Wow. When I was a Warbler we picked our songs the first meeting and that's pretty much all we did until competitions."
"That must have been nice," Kurt sighed and pressed a kiss to Blaine's jaw. "Anyways, I'm gonna go jump in the shower real quick."
"Okay." Blaine pressed his own kiss to Kurt's cheek before the boy pulled away and went to the bathroom. Blaine listened to the sound of the water turning on and the soft plop of clothes hitting the bathroom floor. It didn't take long after he got in the shower for Kurt to start singing. Today's choice of songs seemed to be Broadway classics. Blaine smiled just like he did every time Kurt sang. He could listen to the boy's voice until the day he died and he'd die a happy man. Without realizing it, Blaine began humming along to Kurt's song as he moved around the kitchen making dinner for the two of them.
By the time Kurt had gotten out of the shower and dressed, Blaine was putting the finishing touches on the food. Kurt walked into the kitchen dressed in comfortable looking clothing with his hair damp and hanging over his forehead and smelling like Blaine.
"Need me to do anything?" Kurt asked, leaning against the counter.
"Could you get some drinks? I'm pretty much done with everything else."
"Sure. Anything specific?"
"There's a bottle of wine in the freezer that you might like or some tea in the fridge," Blaine said as he put their food on plates.
Kurt nodded and took the wine out of the freezer before grabbing two glasses from the cabinet. He poured the glasses before taking them out to the living room where they usually sat and ate. Blaine brought out the food just as Kurt had sat down. He put their plates on the coffee table in front of them before reaching for the remote and turning on the tv.
"Anything you want to watch while we eat?" Blaine asked. Kurt shook his head while taking a sip of his wine. Nodding, Blaine just kept the tv on the channel that it was on and grabbed their plates off the table. He handed Kurt his first before settling back into the couch with his own.
"Oh my gods, this smells so good," Kurt gushed. "What is it?"
Blaine smiled and replied, "It's Filipino chicken adobo. My mom used to make it all the time. It's one of my favorites."
"It's delicious, Blaine," Kurt said after taking his first bite.
"Thanks," Blaine smiled.
The rest of their dinner went quickly, both of their mouths too busy to talk as they ate. After both were done with the food, Blaine gathered their plates and glasses and took them to the kitchen to be washed later. He came back to the couch and snuggled up with Kurt, who was flipping through the tv channels absently.
"Anything good on?" Blaine asked as he sat back down.
"Not particularly," Kurt shrugged. "Just waiting for you to get back." He continued going through the channels until he landed on a cooking show that looked interesting. Satisfied with his find, he put the tv remote back onto the coffee table and leaned back onto the couch and onto Blaine. Kurt snuggled up to the older man, with his head underneath Blaine's chin and Blaine's arm around his back. They watched the show in comfortable silence, only talking during commercials.
After a while, Blaine abandoned looking at the tv to look down at the beautiful boy in his arms instead. It didn't take long for Kurt to notice Blaine's gaze.
"What?" Kurt asked, smiling up at Blaine.
"Nothing, I just can't believe how incredibly beautiful you are," he whispered.
Kurt blushed and ducked his head. "Stop it," he said with a smile.
"No, it's true," Blaine said, lifting Kurt's head back up. "Everything about you is beautiful, Kurt. Your eyes, your voice, your smile." He punctuated each thing he listed with a kiss. "You never cease to amaze me with your beauty."
"You don't look too bad yourself, Mr. Anderson," Kurt smiled. Blaine smiled back before capturing Kurt's lips in what started out as a chaste kiss, but quickly turned deeper and more intense. Blaine captured Kurt's bottom lip between his own as Kurt carded his fingers in Blaine's (gelled and slightly sticky) hair. Their lips moved languidly together, their tongues tasting of the sweet red wine from earlier. Kurt moaned softly against Blaine's lips as the older man tipped his head back for the perfect angle. Minutes seemed to turn into hours, and Kurt had no idea how long they'd been kissing when he felt something puncture his bottom lip. He didn't have time to register the pain before Blaine pulled away like he had been burned, covering his mouth with his hands, eyes wide in fear that he'd hurt his soulmate.
"Oh my gods, Kurt I am so sorry," he said from behind his hand. Kurt licked absently at the wound and gathered that Blaine's fangs must have come out and made the small hole.
"It's okay," Kurt said. "I know you can't really help it when they come out."
Blaine frowned and lowered his hand. "Are you okay, though? Did I hurt you?" he asked worriedly.
"No, I'm fine," Kurt said reassuringly. "I promise. It didn't go very deep. It just feels like I bit the inside of my lip too hard."
"Okay. Good," Blaine smiled. "But what you said about me not being able to control them isn't really true."
"What do you mean?" Kurt asked.
"Well normally I can control when my fangs come out pretty easily, like when I'm feeding. They come out when I want them to. But just now I had no control over them. I had no idea that they would come out," Blaine laughed. "You're really the first person I've kissed since I was turned, so it was a surprise to us both."
"Oh. Maybe it's just an instinctual thing then. Vampires often feed when the have sex, right?" Kurt asked. Blaine nodded and Kurt continued. "Well then maybe that's what it was. Your body was just responding to … being aroused," he said, whispering the last few words.
"Maybe," Blaine laughed. "I'll have to keep that in mind then, and try to practice keeping them away."
"Well, you know what they say."
"Hm?"
"Practice makes perfect," Kurt wiggled his eyebrows and smirked before capturing Blaine's lips in another heated kiss.
A few hours away in Westerville, Ohio, Sebastian Smythe was not having as much of a good time. In fact, the vampire was seething with rage after just being told some rather infuriating news.
"What the fuck do you mean the fucking fairy is still alive?!" he yelled down his phone. He could hear the shaky breaths of the other person on the line.
"I-I saw him at school today, sir. H-he was f-f-fine."
Instead of responding to the bumbling idiot that was Dave Karofsky, Sebastian crushed his phone in his fist before chucking its remains at the wall. He took a few deep breaths to try and calm himself before cooking up a plan in his mind.
"If you want something done right," he said, "You just have to do it yourself."
A/N: It's me again :P. Just to let you guys know, I have the next chapter planned out and ready to write (unlike this one :P) so it might not take as long for me to post the next one. I'm going to start working on it as soon as I get this up, so look for that around mid to late January. If you'd like, you can come bother me about posting or about anything on my tumblr, .com. TTFN, and I'll talk to you guys next year.