First Blood
Blaine was excited to be returning to Dalton, even if only for a visit. He loved Kurt dearly, but he had missed his friends, and the pristine halls. Dalton had been his sanctuary, his home away from home, for two years.
He paused on the step where he'd first laid eyes on Kurt, smiling at the memory. Kurt had seemed so young and naive then. Blaine had thought the boy to be a couple of years younger than him. It had surprised him to learn that the pale angel was actually a year older.
The sound of music drifted up from the senior commons, and Blaine slowly made his way towards the door. He could hear the sound of Nick's powerful voice filling the hall.
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Sebastian lounged on the arm of the love seat, enjoying the music as he contemplated which of the luscious young men would be the next to feed his sordid appetite, when a scent teased his nostrils. His pupils dilated at the addicting aroma. He inhaled deeply. Masculine. Strong. Virgin. He turned to the doorway to see the handsome young man there, and every predatory instinct in him came alive.
He could survive on any blood, but the blood of a virgin was what kept him eternally young. He tried to slip in to the mind of the man, to draw him in, but found he could not manipulate the boy. Intriguing. It had been many centuries since he had found someone who he could not control. He scanned the curly haired boy's mind, seeking a name.
Blaine Anderson. Sebastian joined in the song, stalking the man, drawing him into the room.
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Blaine didn't remember being pulled into the dance. He was having trouble thinking. The Unfamiliar boy beside him smiled, and Blaine's mind seemed to go blank for a moment. There was something he needed to remember. Someone. Kurt.
As soon as the name came to him, accompanied by the image of his perfect angel, Blaine's mind cleared. Blaine was confused. How could he have forgotten, even for the slightest moment, his glasz eyed boyfriend.
Blaine looked away from the stranger, and smiled at Nick and Trent, continuing to dance, following the Warblers in the familiar steps as they moved into the hall once more, teasing Ms. Lester, the librarian, as they sang and danced around her. She playfully scolded them and sent them back to their rehearsal.
The song ended, and he was surrounded by his friends. They asked him if he was coming back. He knew he was disappointing them when he said no. He tried to concentrate, but the stranger's eyes seemed to bore in to him. He smiled, and invited them to his opening night.
The strange boy intercepted him as he went to make his exit. Before he knew what he was doing, he'd agreed to go get coffee with this Sebastian Smythe. He couldn't understand why he had said yes. He'd intended to say no, he was sure. He had meant to be polite but decline, to state that he had a boyfriend. But there he sat, across from this compelling young man, sipping a coffee. He couldn't even recall the conversation. He felt like he was in a trance.
He forced his eyes down to look at his coffee cup. Coffee...Kurt. Oh god, what was he doing here?
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Sebastian tried to hold the spell over the other man, but something kept the boy from fully succumbing to him. Perhaps his powers weren't completely at full strength yet. He'd only had the one feeding since taking this form. He would let his prey go this time, but he wasn't finished with Blaine Anderson yet. But just to make certain...
"...could we meet again? I could use some more insights from you, Blaine. You know, Warbler to Warbler?"
"Uh, sure."
Sebastian smiled, and reached out shake his hand.
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Blaine reached out to shake the taller man's hand. His finger brushed the cuff link on his sleeve. "Ah!"
Something sharp had stabbed in to his finger. When he looked down, a drop of blood shone bright red. He started to pull his hand away, but before he could move, Sebastian reached out and grabbed his wrist. Blaine couldn't move as the other man leaned in and flicked his tongue over the wounded flesh. He gasped in shock, and was ashamed as the intimate gesture stirred his body.
He pulled away, stumbling backwards toward the door.
His mind was churning with confusion as he made his way to his car. What was happening to him? He needed Kurt. He didn't understand why, but he knew that as soon as he saw his boyfriend, everything would be fine.
He was halfway back to Lima before he calmed down. He couldn't remember why he was so upset. Maybe he was getting sick. That must be it. He was feverish. That was why he was confused. He should go home and sleep.
Once he reached his house, he made his way to his room, and collapsed on the bed, exhausted. His head ached, as if he'd been cramming for exams for three days in a row without sleep. He fell asleep, fully clothed.
He was dreaming. He and Kurt were dancing in a field of lilacs. Kurt pulled him in closer, kissing him softly on the lips. He murmured in pleasure and deepened the kiss, loving the taste of his boyfriend. He continued to kiss Kurt as they danced, nipping at the soft bottom lip.
His love opened his mouth, and Blaine slid his tongue inside, dueling with the other boy. They weren't dancing anymore. Kurt moaned as Blaine pinned him to a tree, the Kiss growing deeper, hotter. He bit down on the older boy's tongue. He tasted copper in his mouth. He pulled back from the kiss, licking his lip as he slowly opened his eyes. He jerked back in shock as he saw blood sliding down Kurt's chin.
A laugh sounded behind him, and he spun around to find Sebastian leaning against another tree. The taller boy moved toward him, then past. Blaine watched as Kurt looked up at Sebastian, and smiled as the other man leaned in to lick at the blood on his chin before kissing the pale skinned angel.
Kurt kissed the other man back, then he turned and smirked at Blaine, but it wasn't Kurt's face looking at him. Gone were the gorgeous glasz eyes. Instead they had been replaced with pits of blackness that blocked even the whites. As Blaine stumbled back and fell on his backside, The creature that had been Kurt laughed at him. The sound was evil, but the thing that sent terror racing through the shorter boy were the fangs glistening in Kurt's mouth.
He woke up screaming.
