Kurt lay in his bed at home, half afraid to fall asleep. If he had another dream like the ones he'd had at Dalton, he'd never be able to explain it to his Dad. He'd already called Dr. Martinez that afternoon. She'd agreed to see him the next day.
He couldn't keep his eyes open much longer. They slowly slid closed...
And he slept. No erotic dreams, no phantom lover. He woke up feeling a little better. Perhaps it was just the stress of being away from home, after all.
…
He felt a little silly that afternoon, sitting in Dr. Martinez's office. The older woman smiled kindly at him.
"It's not unusual for boys your age to have those types of dreams, Kurt. Granted it is a little troubling to hear that you don't recall removing your clothes, but only because you shouldn't be able to move when your subconscious is so submerged. Perhaps we should put you back on the sleeping meds, just until you adjust to your new situation."
"Do you really think that is necessary?" He hadn't liked taking those medications before. Yes, they prevented the sleep walking, but he often woke up to sleep paralysis, which had often caused him to have minor panic attacks.
She regarded him for a moment. "It's your decision, ultimately. Why don't you come back next week and we can talk about it again."
He nodded and thanked her.
…
"Something wrong with your neck, kiddo? You keep rubbing at it."
Kurt dropped his hand into his lap. "No, just an itch." He began eating his dinner again.
"Are you sure you're feeling okay, Kurt? You've been acting a little off since you got home, and now you're eating third helpings of everything. You never have more than one serving. You'd think that with the amount of tuition, they'd feed you properly at that school."
"I'm fine, Dad! I swear! And they do feed us well. I think I might just be a little anemic. I'll pick up some iron pills before I head back to school tomorrow."
…
He slept peacefully again that night, waking feeling much more like himself. He spent the day helping Carole around the house, and doing his laundry. After dinner, he said his good byes and made the drive back to Dalton.
He unpacked his weekend back, putting his clean clothes away, then went down to the commons to finish off some homework before curfew.
"Whatcha working on?"
"Blaine! You startled me!" Kurt literally clutched his chest as his heart raced. The dark haired boy actually flashed a devilish grin. He glanced around and realized they were the only two in the room.
"Sorry. What are you working on?" He asked again.
"Just finishing this essay for English Lit tomorrow."
"How was your weekend? Did you have fun visiting your family?"
Kurt shrugged. "It was good. It was nice sleeping in my own bed again. I don't think I'm ever going to get used to sleeping in a dorm."
Blaine smiled, sitting beside him on the couch. "Give it another week or two, you'll be more comfortable, I'm sure."
Kurt just shrugged. His heart was still racing from being startled, and now seemed to be skipping beats as he felt the heat radiating from the other boy. Was he moving closer? Those melted gold eyes seemed to take up his entire field of vision.
The other boy raised his hand and feathered a finger over that sensitive spot on Kurt's throat, and the pale boy gasped, eyes glazing over. Still unable to look away from those hazel eyes, he saw the gleam of triumph in them a moment before lips brushed his. And he whimpered, suddenly needing more.
…
The Other smirked as he watched Blaine and the fair one. He knew the dark one wouldn't be able to fight his nature for long. It had been so easy to enthrall him. The Other loved making the boy indulge himself in his dark cravings. He watched as the kiss was deepened, the pale boy helpless to resist.
When Blaine's exploring hands found first the mark on the pale throat, and then the deeper mark on his thigh, the taller boy keened in need, arching as lightning strikes of pleasure slammed through him. He was so far gone when Blaine broke the kiss, he didn't see the glistening fangs descend, didn't see the darker boy press his tongue to a needle sharp point, drawing his own blood, before diving in to kiss the boy again.
…
Kurt tasted something metallic in his mouth as Blaine kissed him again. He swallowed convulsively, sucking on the tongue stroking against his. The taste was addicting, he needed more. After a few more swallows, he whimpered when the other boy once again pulled back, kissing down his jaw.
He clutched at the other boy, one hand gripping his lapel, the other sliding into those fine curls at the back of his head.
Kurt was panting, pleading as Blaine's mouth latched on to that over sensitized spot over the pulse in his throat. He felt the scrap of teeth, followed by the soothing stroke of a tongue. When the flesh was pierced, there was a sense of relief as some of the pressure that had been building was drained away, even as pleasure rushed in to push him closer to that edge.
He mewled and whined, his body bucking, straining to find release. Blaine stroked his tongue over the fresh wounds, sealing them, then kissed his way up his neck. Kurt felt hot breath on his ear.
"Sleep," the dark voice whispered.
…
Kurt woke, panting for air, so aroused it almost hurt, though this time there was no embarrassing release, which was fortunate, as when he opened his eyes he found he'd fallen asleep on the couch in the commons. At least he was still fully clothed this time.
He sat up, he found his homework scattered on the floor. He picked it up and hurriedly gathered the rest of his things and rushed back to his dorm. He made it just before curfew. He dropped his stuff carelessly beside the computer, and paced the room.
He was afraid to go to bed again. He was still aroused. He knew what happened if he dreamed again. He stripped his clothes off and climbed into the shower, turning the cold water on. He leaned against the wall in frustration, as images from his dream flashed through his mind.
This dream had been different than the others, in so many ways. He could actually remember details this time. And one huge detail stood out. He could remember his dream lover this time. Blaine. But was he the same lover from his other dreams?