Kurt cried out as the smaller boy reached out and grabbed his arm before he could react. "Who are you?"
The Other smirked at him with Blaine's face. " I am one of the last true ancients left. Our kind ruled this planet before your people crawled out of the oceans. Some consider us to be parasites. We live in the blood of our hosts, we share our strength and special gifts, while they share their blood and their bodies."
"What about Blaine?"
"What about him?" The Other asked, pulling Kurt closer, nose buried in the pale boy's neck. "Your blood is intoxicating. Sweet, fiery. Addicting."
Kurt shivered and gasped as he felt a tongue trace over the large vein on the side of his throat. "Are you the one from my dreams, or was that Blaine?"
Soft chuckles sent puffs of warm breath caressing over his flesh, and Kurt had to stifle a moan as his knees went weak. "Blaine was angry with me when he learned I had marked you, but he couldn't resist his nature for long. He took advantage of my marks and used them to seduce you, feeding you our blood. He feared I had taken too much from you."
Kurt felt ill at the thought of drinking blood. "Will I become like you now?"
"Not necessarily. If we gave you enough of our blood, and you died, you could return as one of us. But if you don't take any more of our blood, eventually the Other in our blood would fade, and you would remain human."
The Other once again stroked his tongue over that sensitive spot on Kurt's throat. The young countertenor fought not to fall under the wicked spell the other seemed to be trying to cast over him, but his mind began to cloud. His breathing was ragged, but he managed to ask, "How did Blaine become like you?"
The Other smiled, sensing the boy's struggle to stay in control. "I found him laying in the streets, almost dead. He and another boy had been severely beaten after Blaine's Father had caught the two of them together. His family threw him out, his mother disgusted by his abnormality.
His friend was beyond saving, but Blaine refused to die. He begged me to save him, so I did. He took our blood into him, and the Other grew inside him until we became one."
Kurt was distracted, trying to make sense of what the Other had said. He didn't notice the dark hand slipping the buttons of his shirt loose, didn't notice the Other shift, his mouth sliding down the pale throat in wet, trailing kisses. When the tongue rasped over the mark over his heart, Kurt cried out, all other thoughts driven from his mind but the burning need.
The Other smiled in triumph, but felt his host stirring, trying to retake command of his body.
"No! Leave him alone!" Blaine demanded. "I won't allow you to destroy him as you did Jeremiah."
"He knows too much. He's a threat to us." The Other continued to caress the pale boy, slipping his shirt off, before lowering him to the bed.
"He won't tell anyone. I promise. Let me convince him to join us." The dark one pleaded, pushing the Other back.
"Fine, but if he resists, he's fair game." The Other receded, leaving Blaine once more in control of himself.
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Kurt's mind was still fogged with arousal. He felt heat radiating from the body next to him on the bed, and instinctively curled into it.
"Come back to me, Kurt." A voice called, and for a moment, he was confused. He blinked and looked up at the boy who had spoken. Memory flooded in, and Kurt all but threw himself off the bed.
"Stay away from me! Oh god what is happening? You didn't force me to drink your blood again, did you? Or take mine?"
"Calm down, Kurt, it's me, Blaine."
"Blaine? How do I know it's really you? And what difference does it make if you are like Him?"
Blaine sighed and sat up. "I'm sorry you got caught up in this, Kurt. I didn't think he'd choose you. I thought he'd go for Jeff, or maybe even Nick. It's my fault he went after you. He knew I found you attractive."
Kurt just stared at him in shock for a moment. "So it's okay for you to want me, but not Him?"
"No! I would never have acted on it. I'm not like Him." Blaine paused and ran his hands through his hair in frustration. "He wants a mate. Someone like him to spend eternity with. He tried taking one before, but it ended up driving the boy insane. Jeremiah burned himself alive. It's the only way to destroy the Other once it is in your veins."
Kurt studied the other boy for several seconds. "The Other said you gave me your blood. Were you trying to turn me?"
Blaine shook his head. "You were so weak after He fed from you the last time. Our blood heals. I was just trying to strengthen you. I didn't know he would force more of the blood on you. He's chosen you now. He wants to make you like us so we can be together."
Kurt thought for a few moments. "How old are you?"
Blaine met his gaze directly. "I was born in 1772. My father threw me out when I was 16 when he found me in bed with my tutor. We'd been on the streets for a couple of weeks, starving, begging for food or work, when a group of young men attacked us. Alexander didn't survive the attack. I wouldn't have either if a man hadn't found me. He took me in, fed me his blood. When I was strong enough, he broke my neck. The Other in my blood brought me back to life."
Kurt was fascinated by the story. "You said you came to Dalton after that attack."
Blaine smiled. "I did. I've been here ever since the school was founded in 1788. The original building had been bequeathed to the school by John William Anderson upon his death. His widow, Abigail, died shortly after him. I figured it would be perfect irony that my shelter and sanctuary would be the very home my parents had thrown me out of."
"Wait, you've been here over two hundred years, and no one has noticed?" Kurt asked.
Blaine laughed, and the sound sent a chill down Kurt's spine. "The Other makes it possible to remain without suspicion. He clouds peoples' minds, makes them forget how long we've been here."
"Are you going to make me forget what's happened now?"
Blaine sighed and lay back on the bed. "I could, but I'm not going to. Besides, if I make you forget, it would only make it easier for Him to take you against your will."
"So what happens now?"
Blaine sat up and leaned towards the pale boy. "Now you must decide. You have two choices. If you resist, He forces the blood on you and ultimately transforms you."
"What's my second option?"
Blaine moves closer, lips not quite meeting Kurt's. "You let me seduce you and take the blood willingly."