"What do you mean, what are we going to do about the Other?" Kurt asked, eyeing his dad warily. Blaine reached over and took his hand, drawing his attention. The dark one spoke softly.
"Kurt, there is a reason newly turned vampires must feed on mortal human blood so soon after turning."
Kurt still didn't understand. Wes sat up a little straighter, his eyes nearly clear of the warlock's blood high. "When the Other fuses with its host, it bonds to the blood. Human blood. We can feed on other beings as well, but humans are our primary blood source. There has never been an Other/warlock turning before. We don't know how it will affect your ability to feed."
Kurt though for a moment. "But if I was already at least part warlock before the turn, and I was born with dormant Other blood in me, why would it be a problem now?" Another thought occurred to him. Well, two. "And why didn't the warlock blood I took from Nick affect me the same way? And why didn't my blood affect Blaine before?"
Blaine smiled at him. "It did affect me. Remember, that morning you confronted us, the other said your blood was addicting? I should have realized then that something was off, but your warlock blood was diluted, and the dormant Other inside you may have minimized the effects of your blood."
Burt cleared his throat. "And since you were already part warlock, you most likely have a natural immunity to the intoxicating influence. Which could be a good thing if it turns out that you have to feed on warlock blood to survive."
Wes glanced cautiously at the hunter. "While you make a good point, you failed to consider what the intake of powerful warlock blood would do to his latent powers. The infusion could awaken his magic, and who knows how that will react to the Other inside him."
Burt looked stricken. Obviously that hadn't occurred to him. "Maybe the Other will cancel out the warlock? Maybe the blood did intoxicate him, just not to the same degree? Are you certain it didn't affect you?"
Kurt looked down at the floor, remembering his reaction to the blood. "I do think it had some kind of affect, but not like the others. From the very first taste, I wanted more, needed more. But it didn't intoxicate me like it did them. It just made me..."
He stopped, blushing furiously, refusing to look at anyone as he remembered the over whelming lust that the blood had created.
Wes looked at him with sympathy. "The first feeding after turning always brings on a powerful drive for sex, Kurt."
Still refusing to look at anyone, but gripping Blaine's hand harder, his blush growing even deeper, Kurt admitted, "the first time I tasted Nick's blood was before I turned."
The warlock laughed maniacally, startling the others in the room who had almost forgotten he was still there, trapped by the circle of salt. "Little Kurtie here got so hot, he couldn't stop humping me on my bed. And judging by the looks Blaine was giving him and the way he was limping at breakfast the next day, our shy little countertenor got freaky back in his dorm room."
Kurt was mortified, but at the same time, the memory of that night brought a shiver of arousal up his spine, and his breathing came faster. Blaine gasped and suddenly pulled his hand from the pale one's grasp.
Kurt looked at him, but Blaine was staring at the boy's hand. The others looked down at Kurt's hands as well. He lifted his hands in front of his face. They were glowing, red with heat. He'd seared Blaine's hand.
"What's happening?"
"I was afraid of this," Trent said, crossing the room to inspect Kurt. "I told you, it should be impossible for Other and warlock blood to mix the way it did. Add in hunter blood and who knows how volatile the reaction could be. Your two sides are fighting for dominance."
...
Blaine could only watch as the glow spread over Kurt's body. He reached for his Other, needing to help his mate somehow, but something wasn't right. He couldn't sense the being that lived in his blood.
"Wes, something is wrong. I can't access my Other."
The Asian vampire frowned, and Blaine could tell the older vamp was trying to access his companion as well. And then those dark eyes turned to Kurt, going wide in shock as realization struck. "That's why the warlock blood's effect faded so quickly. Kurt somehow managed to cause the Other to go dormant inside us. The blood has no effect on us without the parasite."
Trent frowned, concentrating on the creature in his blood. "My other is intact inside me."
"But you weren't exposed to the warlock blood. Move David closer to Kurt, see what happens."
Thad helped Trent move the dark skinned boy closer to the glowing vampire. Almost immediately David's eyes began to clear, while the pale boy gasped and cried out, eyes rolling back in his head just before he passed out.
They were so focused on Kurt, no one noticed the blond vampire stagger to his feet and make his way to the trapped warlock. Silently he bent down and cleared away part of the circle. Nick smiled at his lover, kissing him as he stepped out of his prison. Holding the vampire to him tightly, the dark haired warlock cast a portal spell, transporting the two of them away.
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Kurt woke in his dorm room, feeling sicker than he had ever felt before. For a moment he was confused, having no memory of the past several days. He thought perhaps he had a high fever, because he was sweating profusely, but at the same time he was shivering so bad it was a wonder he didn't shake himself off the bed.
A hand reached out to brush his forehead soothingly. He reacted inhumanly fast, grabbing that arm and rolling the other person under him, fangs sinking into exposed flesh. The moment the blood touched his tongue, Kurt moaned in need. He recognized that taste, that scent. Blaine.
The curly haired vampire murmured encouragingly as Kurt fed, and slowly the cobwebs in his mind cleared, though the feverish, chilled feeling persisted. Once he was sated, the pale vampire lapped at the bite, sealing it, and then drifted back to sleep.
This routine repeated itself again and again over the next couple of days, and each time he woke Kurt became more and more aware of the events of the other night. When he finally woke and didn't feel feverish, he had no idea how long it had been since he turned.
He blinked to clear his vision as he looked around him. Blaine lay on the bed next to him, sound asleep and looking pale and a little emaciated. Movement across the room drew his attention. His head snapped around, and he spotted his dad rolling over on the couch. Wes exited the bathroom just then, and noticed he was awake and more aware.
"Kurt, how are you feeling?" The Asian vampire asked softly, trying not to disturb the others.
The glasz eyed boy considered the question for a moment before answering. "Better. How long was I out of it?"
The handsome face broke in to a smirk. "A week. The dean thinks you and Blaine have been infected with rather virulent virus."
"Blaine?" Kurt asked, looking at the curly haired boy laying beside him.
Wes moved closer and sat on a chair near the bed. "Blaine has been feeding you almost constantly since you woke the first time. The battle between your Other and warlock blood was vicious. There were a couple of times we thought you might actually die."
Kurt shivered, though not from fever this time. "So I guess the Other won out? What does this mean? No more warlock blood?"
"The Other blood prevailed, yes, but you still have warlock blood in you. Your natural healing abilities as a warlock kicked in yesterday, speeding up your recovery. The good news is, we've discovered that you don't need warlock blood to survive, which is good, since our only source flew the coop."
"What?"
Wes sighed. "While we were all focused on you, Jeff...I mean Jeremiah freed Nick and the two of them have disappeared. Oh, and in case you are wondering, it was Nick who shot Thad with the crossbow bolt, not your dad."
Kurt glanced over at the man in question. He still couldn't believe his dad was a hunter of supernatural creatures. "Jeremiah was also the one who sent me the notes. But how did my dad find out what was happening?"
"You kept rubbing your throat when you came home that first weekend." Burt said, without giving any other indication that he was awake. "I recognized the symptoms. And when Dr. Martinez called after your appointment on Saturday, it just confirmed my suspicions."
He sat up slightly and looked directly at Kurt. "I almost decided then to come down here and take out every vampire I found to protect you, but I knew they wouldn't harm you, not intentionally. But the thought of anyone, vampire or human, wanting to be my only son's boyfriend had me seeing red."
Kurt smiled. "So, what happens now?"
Blaine sighed softly as he sat up, looking like death warmed over. "We have to find Nick and Jeremiah, and you'll need to learn to harness your warlock powers, as well as how to control your Other."
"Yes," Wes agreed. "It would be interesting to find out how you managed to suppress our Other like you did the other night. Fortunately, they seemed to come back after a couple of days, once the warlock blood was completely out of our systems."
Kurt's phone chimed, alerting him to a text message. Glancing at the screen, Kurt blanched. "Oh my Gaga! It's Mercedes! She is going to kill me for missing girls night last weekend!"
There was a moment of silence, and then they all burst out laughing.