A/N Sorry I haven't been posting as often on this story. This month has sucked pretty bad for my family. First Hubby had two emergency surgeries, followed by a third surgery to repair the damage from the first two. He'll be out of work at least another week, which means finances are tight and I am trying to figure out how to get all the bills paid. Then m almost died, and she's still not doing well, not expected to live through the summer. Then I got sick, though nothing too severe. But then my son broke his thumb. Just a minor barely there hairline fracture, but still...
With all that stress, my muse kind of left me, and I had no idea where this story was going. Fortunately inspiration struck this evening, so I hope this chapter is a bit longer than the last couple.
PS Watch for a new story from me in the next few days called 13th, rated T.
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"Wait!" Kurt called out to the Other as he followed him out into the hall. "What are you going to do?"
The Other turned and looked at him, a sneer on his face. "I'm going to find out how much he knows, and deal with it."
"You aren't going to hurt him, are you?"
"He is a threat to us. I will do what is necessary."
Kurt grabbed his arm. "You can't kill him. You can't hurt him. It would draw too much attention. Blaine could be hurt, or worse. Promise me you won't hurt the boy."
The Other studied his face. "Why should I risk the boy telling anyone else? I need to find out what he knows. If he doesn't cooperate, I'll have to force the information from him."
"Can't you use your mind tricks to get the information?"
"Not if his mind is guarded. If he knows of the Hunters, he might be protected by shields and spells. If that is the case I'll have to force a blood bond to get the information I need."
Kurt swallowed, thinking fast. "If you let him live, I'll allow Blaine to feed me blood. Just once."
The Other smiled. "Fine. Go back to your dorm. Blaine will return to you once I've dealt with this situation."
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For the second night in a row, Kurt paced his dorm room, afraid to fall asleep. He glanced at the clock again. Almost midnight. It had been almost five hours since the Other had gone after the boy who had slipped him the note. What was taking so long?
With every passing minute Kurt imagined scenario after scenario of what the Other might be doing to the boy, each more gruesome than the last. Blaine should be back by now.
Wearily, he sat on the bed, suddenly feeling exhausted. He tried to fight the pull of sleep, but it sucked at him, pulling him down, down, down. Before it pulled him under, Kurt whispered one word. "Blaine?"
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"Not again!" Kurt grumbled,realizing he was once more in the dream.
"Kurt." Blaine's voice came to him out of the darkness.
Kurt sat up, noticing that unlike previous dreams, he was fully clothed. "You said no mind tricks. You promised."
"I know, I'm sorry. It was so late, this was the only way I could come to you tonight."
"What happened with the boy? What did the Other do to him?"
Blaine sat beside him on the bed. "He is alive and unharmed. Someone paid him to slip the note into your book. He had no idea what the note said."
"Did you find out who paid him?"
"Yes, that's why it took so long. It was one of the teachers. We had to track him down and find out what he knew."
Kurt studied the curly haired boy's face. "Why do I get the feeling I'm not going to like what you haven't told me yet?"
Blaine sighed and turned away. "He attacked us. We had to defend ourselves. The authorities will believe he lost control of his car."
"Oh my Gaga, Blaine! You killed someone? Who was it? Which teacher?"
"Mr. Larson. And I didn't kill him, the Other did. He had to to protect us. Please, Kurt, you have to understand."
Kurt stood and looked out the window with his back to Blaine. He drew a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. How could he be attracted to a creature like Blaine? How could he trust what Blaine had told him about the Other? Were they really two separate beings? How did that work? How could he know if anything Blaine had told him was the truth?
"How can I trust you, Blaine? How do I know if any of this is real? How do I know if what I am feeling is my own emotions and not what you are making me feel? I'm afraid. I don't know what is real and what is dream. I don't know if I can deal with this right now, Blaine."
The darker boy sighed. "I understand. We don't have to do this tonight. You should sleep. I'll give you tomorrow to think about what you want to do."
Sighing, Kurt dropped his head and turned to face him. "How can I trust that the Other won't take command and force the issue?"
Blaine reached out and took his hand. "I swear, I won't let Him harm you in any way. Sleep now, Kurt."
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Kurt woke the next morning, confused, but feeling stronger than he had since transferring to Dalton. He didn't know what to do. Could he really trust Blaine? Could he trust his feelings? He got ready for class and went downstairs to breakfast. He didn't see Blaine anywhere. As he headed for line, he heard a few murmurs about Mr. Larson. News of the teachers death was only just starting to spread.
He got his tray and went to sit at a table with Wes, David, Thad, Trent, Nick and Jeff. There was another person sitting there too, with his back to Kurt. It took him a moment to recognize Sebastian. The tall boy just smirked at him.
In all the drama of the day before, Kurt had forgotten about the arrogant boy who might be the Hunter. He considered going somewhere else to sit, but Wes looked up at that moment and spotted him. "Kurt, good morning. Have you seen Blaine?"
The pale boy only shook his head, unable to look away from the new comer. Wes noticed where the other boy was looking. For a moment, an odd look passed over the Asian boy's face, but then he just smiled politely. "This is Sebastian Smythe, a new student."
"We've met. We ran into each other at the Lima Bean yesterday." Again Kurt noticed the odd expression on Wes' face.
"Oh, well. If you see Blaine, would you let him know I need to speak to him about something?"
Kurt studied Wes for a moment, and suddenly a thought crossed his mind. It was impossible. It couldn't be. Wes? But it made sense. The two were very close. "Sure, Wes. I'll tell him."
He moved past the table and to an empty one across the room, his heart racing. How could he be so stupid to believe there was only one. Blaine had even mentioned it the day before.
"The few of us left thought we had wiped them out..."
Wes was like Blaine. But how many others were there?
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Kurt didn't see Blaine at all that day, though Sebastian appeared in two of Kurt's classes, Phys Ed and French. Both classes proved frustrating for different reasons.
Kurt thought Phys Ed might at least provide an opportunity for Kurt to spy and see if the new boy had a birthmark or not, but he was thwarted as he lost sight of the other boy in the steamy locker room.
Later, in French, Kurt was disconcerted to learn that Sebastian had lived in Paris for two years, and was even more fluent in the language than he himself was.
Through out the day, Kurt studied the other students, wondering if any of them were Other as well. He avoided the cafeteria at lunch, but stopped in early for dinner, hoping to avoid Wes anyone else. He ate quickly, then went back to his dorm. He was only mildly surprised to find Blaine waiting for him.
"Wes is like you." Blaine looked surprised by the pale boy's greeting.
"Yes. He is the one who changed me."
"How many others?"
Blaine sighed and sat on the bed. "David, Thad, and Trent. There are a few more around the world, but there aren't many of us left."
Kurt sat down at the computer desk, considering this information. "David is Wes' mate?" Blaine nodded, and the pale boy continued. "What about Trent and Thad?"
"No, they are still searching. Every now and then they leave here and go out into the world to try and find a mate, but they always return here. This is our home, our sanctuary."
Kurt bit his lip as he tried to still the chaos in his mind, trying to form a coherent question. "Wes and David, and them, are their Others' as..." He floundered for a word. "Aggressive as yours?"
Blaine sighed and looked ashamed. "They are all older than I am. They've had centuries to learn to control their Other. I've never fully accepted what I've become, at least not yet. I'm so afraid of losing myself."
Kurt moved over to sit beside him on the bed. "Wes and the others don't seem dark or evil. I only figured out Wes was like you this morning when he was trying to warn me with his eyes about Sebastian. He wanted to talk to you, by the way."
"I know, I saw him at lunch. He wanted to ask me about Larson, and warn me as well."
"He's in my Phys Ed class. I tried to look in the locker room and see if he had a birthmark, but he disappeared on me."
They sat in silence for several minutes, both lost in thought. Kurt considered what he knew about the four Warblers that apparently were centuries old beings. They had seemed like good people. They laughed and smiled, and he could see the connection between Wes and David. They truly seemed to care for each other.
But the Other within Blaine frightened him in some primal way. Was it because the way the being seemed to control him so well in those dreams? Kurt shivered as he remembered the sensations the Other had brought forth in him, the desire, the need. The being had played his body so skillfully. But how much of that was real, and how much was the mind tricks? He had to know.
"Blaine?"
The darker boy looked up at him. Kurt hesitated, not sure what he should say. In the end, he didn't speak, simply leaned in slowly, until their lips met. The kiss started out hesitant, unsure, but quickly grew heated as the dark one took command. Kurt moaned as he was pulled closer to the shorter boy. Blaine took advantage and swept his tongue inside the pale one's mouth.
Kurt didn't know how long the kiss lasted, but he suddenly found himself on his back on the bed, his shirt open and Blaine's mouth leaving a trail of wet kisses over his jaw, down his throat.
The curly haired one pulled back and looked down into his eyes as his hand found the zipper of Kurt's pants, seeking permission. The glasz eyed boy nodded, and Blaine leaned down and captured his lips again as he unfastened the pants, slowly slipping them off.
Kurt writhed as he felt a hand wrap around him. Blaine deepened the kiss, swallowing the larger boy's keening cry as he pushed the boy closer and closer to the edge. When he broke the kiss to stare down into those beautiful blue grey green eyes, Kurt was gasping for air, so close to the abyss. The pale one reached out and fisted his hand into the curly hair at the back of Blaine's neck, tugging him closer, tilting his chin up, exposing his throat in offering.
Blaine growled and sank his fangs deep into the pale flesh, just as Kurt's orgasm tore through him. Once he'd begun to calm, Blaine offered him his wrist, and the pale boy drank willingly.