Author's Note

Holy moley, it's been a good 7 years.

So my writing style has changed and I haven't dipped my toe into the Glee fandom is a good 5 and the Vampire Kisses fandom since the end of my high school/early college days, so--8 years. Seems about right. But I do wanna try and get back into all these old fic. So if any old followers are here; Hello. Any new ones, once again; Hello.

This chapter will be short. Like I said, I'm just dipping my toes in. Originally this coupling was going to Kurt/ Sam/ Aged Up!Valentine. But, I think I'll just stick to Kurt/Sam. (I will be keeping Raven/Alexander because they're cute)

Blaine--Blaine exist. However I was never a fan of the ship, that's just me. If you are a Klaine shipper, read at your own risk please? Please do not flame. I like comments and critiques; hell if this isn't for you, I understand. Thank you for at least trying.

Another side note: In all my words for Glee, past and any present, M*rk S is not longer who I envision Puck to me. It's usually KJ Apa from Riverdale now or Steven Strait of Sky High/Convenant/The Expense fame (usually older Puck for that last one). You can feel free to think of whomever you wish.

Please bare with me as I'm getting back to my basics here. Thank you!

And thank you for having me back!

Daydream a Little Dream

Finn was pretty sure his brother had been kidnapped and swapped out for a body double. That had to be the only explanation to why Burt was so okay with all the new goth clothes, the black out curtains and the now queen sized canopy bed that looked straight of a gothic horror film.

To quote Puck, it was like Kurt took elements from 1992's Dracula and mixed it with Sleepy Hollow. He even called the countertenor a young Johnny Depp one day during rehearsals. Of course, Kurt had been wearing a freaking petticoat in the middle of late summer. Right now, he was sitting in class dressed in a pair of black skintight leggings, a pair of bat winged wedge boots and a tattered tee that read The Coffin Club. His hair never lost its coiffed look despite the pink streaks, but the eyeliner really made his eyes pop.

He had almost lost his mind when his brother had brought up wanting a piercing. He was pretty sure Burt looked close to having a second heart attack but said he'd think about it. Something about needing to double check. Guess the fake lip ring wasn't doing it anymore.

Now, as Finn watched his brother jot down more dots on his paper and fold it, he noticed the saddest look he had ever seen.

And it only happened when he was writing. Never when he was doing anything else. But, Kurt also kept to himself more. Or he only hung out with Tina and Artie and occasionally Sam.

He frowned. Speaking of Sam, he hadn't gotten together with Quinn like they thought. He'd sung with her but he seemed adamant on getting a duet with Kurt after his solo of Victor/Victoria. He even looked smitten. It worried Finn. He had no problem with gay people. He loved Kurt and honestly wished he could take back the words he said. But this was Lima, Ohio. People didn't like different. People definitely didn't like flashy in your face different. And Kurt walked that line every day.

Leaving for Europe of all places for the summer, that had been odd. Kurt never left Lima. Or at least that was what he thought.

Maybe he was wrong?

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Kurt sealed off the letter for Claude. His brother had been asking him how his week had been. Uneventful honestly.

In glee club he was forced to sing alone again. Shue still wouldn't allow same sex duets unless it was anything remotely masculine. His musical taste hasn't died. He still sung his Broadway tunes and gay icons. But he had mixed in more etherial works. Within Temptations and Evanescence. If he could sing in Romanian like he did at home with his mother, he would.

His heart ached. Elizabeth had been writing for him. Alexander as well, he still had an unopened letter from him waiting at home.

He missed his family. He loved the ones he had here. Burt and Carole were lovely and Finn had his moments but he was sweet where it counted. But he missed walking the tombstones with Valentine at night, sneaking away from their families to enjoy the bog and steal kisses. He missed Jagger and Luna on occasion. He missed his brother and Tripp and Rocco always teasing him. He missed Kat and her silent support.

Sighing softly to himself, Kurt glanced out the window. For not the first time, his mind wondered to his father. Fenrir Sterling was a man of sophistication. He was stern and cared about vampire purity. The fact he had two sons who were not fully vampires had been a dash to his pride. But he never faulted Elizabeth. Hell, never didn't really hate either of his sons. He was just disappointed in them.

Kurt was gay and that wasn't a problem in vampire society. It was because he was human.

Claude loved to cause trouble and after Kurt was old enough to follow behind him, he dragged Kurt down with him for a time. And then the move happened and Kurt did all he could to separate himself from his father.

Funny how a summer in Romania could change that. He craved Fenrir's approval. Anything aside from a temporary glance. So he did what he had to do. He came out and that had been hard enough. Fenrir rejected that idea.

"You can't be even more of a failure, could you?"

It had hurt. Kurt hadn't even tried to hear anything else. He locked himself in his room. At until Valentines snuck in that night and held him. They'd had sex that night. It had been clumsy and filled with fits of laughs and apologizes, but it had been nice.

He felt a smile stretch upon his lips. He missed Valentine. The boy had been his first crush and his best friend. He wondered how he was doing.

"Wow," a voice called. He glanced up to see Sam Evans starting at him. The country boy offered him an encouraging wave. "Hi Kurt."

"Sam," he greeted with a nod.

"Um, class is over." He said pointing his finger up towards the ceiling. "I--ugh, I thought I'd let you know."

"Thank you," he arose and grabbed for his bag. Sam stepped back, although he almost bumped into the desk next to him. Kurt raised an eyebrow at him. "Are you alright, Mr. Evans?"

Sam nodded, his smile nervous. "Yea...I just um...can I walk you to class?"

Kurt blinked. "Scuză?"

"Ummm," Sam was lost. Kurt let out asmall laugh.

"Pardon," he translated. "Forgive me, my mother tongue comes out when I least expect it."

"Your mother tongue is...interesting."

"I suppose so," Kurt murmured. "But why would you want to walk me to class?"

"Well, we never had our duet. And I'd also like to get to know you." The blonde sent him a playful wink.

Kurt thought it over. The boy was risking social suicide just to talk him to class. He was about to say no when the blonde dipped at his waist, extending his elbow for him to take.

It caused his heart to flutter just a bit. He had a sweet smile on his face as he asked again. "Kurt Hummel, would you do me the honor of walking you to class? I'll be a southern gentleman about it."

Kurt couldn't help it. It was years of social training. Years of strutting around to show who was boss. He squared his shoulders, plastered a look Fenrir would be proud of and dipped into a bow. He wished, for not the first time, that he could see the blood pumping through Sam. Because the blush that painted his cheeks was delightful.

He didn't see what Sam saw.

He didn't see a boy who looked like he could have stepped out a gothic romance novel; all beauty and social grace and a voice that made him question his whole plan of social climbing. Even dressed so casually, the fair skinned boy had dipped, bowed at his waist and extending his hand, perfectly manicured and blood red nails glistening. He only wished the setting had been changed. Instead of sunlight, he felt moonlight would have worked well for Kurt.

Moonlight and graveyard soil, and perfectly pink lips smeared with something red.

He was beautiful.

"Mr. Evans, I'd be delighted to be in your company."

Sam nodded dumbly and watched as Kurt curled his hand under his forearm.

"The pleasure is all mine."