Fic: An Attempt to Tip the Scales (Part 2/2)
Title: An Attempt to Tip the Scales
Author: hengilas
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, minor Blaine/Jeff (Warbler)
Warnings: Vampire AU, romance, graphic sex, language, angst, slight talk of minor character death (Blaine's mom)
Word Count: 16,959
Summary: Blaine and Kurt have been best friends for the past nine years, but now that they're more aware of their feelings for one another, they want to go further. The only problem is that Blaine's half vampire, and he grew up with the mentality of the Dalton Academy for Gifted Youngsters: that vampires are evil and don't deserve to be loved. He's gone to great lengths to make sure that he never hurts Kurt, but if they were ever in the heat of the moment, what could happen?
Author's Note: As always, my loves, star55 and teaboytoaliens, beta'd this story.
Amazing art can be found here by moonlessky! <3
Part One
It's that time of the week.
Since Blaine's grown in size, he needs blood about twice a week or Thad has to deal with cranky Blaine throwing things around their room because his head hurts. Blaine used to be able hold off for two weeks before really craving blood, but then Kurt looked at it as Blaine starving himself, depriving his body of something it needed, so they quickly organized a schedule for when Blaine should feed.
Every Tuesday and Friday night, Blaine goes by a butcher shop that's off the Dalton campus to buy animal blood from the local butcher. They used to question why a ten year old boy wanted blood, but then Blaine thinks a staff member from Dalton went to talk to them, because now they don't ask any questions.
He doesn't really eat human food, but sometimes chocolate seems awesome and he will, but it doesn't sit in his stomach as well. Blood just goes through his entire body and makes his skin glow, and it's the best high he could ever get.
It's the only high he can ever get, really, because Kurt and Blaine have already had this conversation, and Blaine Anderson will never do drugs. So, even if Kurt ever gets higher than a kite (he won't though), Blaine still wouldn't try anything. He already feels invincible, doesn't need to sleep, and has crazy dreams, so doing drugs (stimulants, anyway) might not even do anything for him. And talk about expensive. Fuck that then.
Tonight though, Blaine started throwing things around his dorm room because he was hungry, and he was afraid he'd rip up his history paper, so he left Dalton and now he's outside of Westerville going to the butcher shop that supplies the blood to him. He knows it's closed because it's late on a Monday night, and they won’t be expecting him until tomorrow or on Fridays, so he'll just have to break in. He'll need to break in or else bad things will happen to semi-decent people.
"Blaine, no, just wait until tomorrow morning. Don't break in. I know you can hold it off. You're strong." Kurt's talking to him on the phone, trying to convince him not to break the law.
"That's complete bullshit. I can't do this. I need it, Kurt," Blaine says in a rougher tone than he usually speaks to Kurt in. It's a definite sign that he's craving blood.
Kurt doesn't care. He tells him to grow a pair.
As Blaine's nearing the butcher shop, ready to pry off the door with his hands if he needs to, he sees a familiar patch of light blonde hair walking across the street. It's one in the morning... What's Jeff doing down here? He interrupts Kurt's protests about breaking and entering. "Kurt, I have to go. I'm sorry. Bye." He puts his phone in his pocket and then sneaks across the street, forgetting about his thirst for a moment. Of course, it's still a constant nagging in the back of his mind.
He doesn't see Jeff in the alley way, but he feels his presence, and it's going to start driving him insane. He backs against the wall and relies on his senses to figure out where Jeff is before going further down into the dark alley. It's cold out and the clouds are covering up the moon, but there's a street lamp outside of the alley way that lets him see, because even though Blaine's senses are heightened, his eyesight kind of sucks.
Going further into the alley way, Blaine senses that Jeff's against the fence but he can't be sure until he hears him.
"Jeff... I know you're there."
The fence shakes a little as Jeff's hand comes off it, and now the moon comes from behind the clouds, so Blaine can see the outline of Jeff's face and his smirk. "I knew you'd come down here..."
Blaine already realizes that Jeff being down here can't be a good thing, but curiosity brings him closer to the fence. "What are you doing here?"
Jeff holds out his hand in silence.
Blaine can sense that Jeff's turned on, and now he's worried, because being too close to a human when he's hungry is a really bad thing. Especially if that human is his friend and its name is Jeff. Also, it's extra bad if Jeff is for some reason feeling horny, because Blaine's body wants to mimic those feelings, and that's not going to help this serious situation.
"Jeff, you should leave, I'm serious. It isn't good to be out right now."
Jeff just smirks and pulls Blaine towards him when Blaine reluctantly takes his hand. "Why don't you come with me?" Jeff asks in a seductive tone Blaine didn't even know the goofy blonde had. He thinks it might just be the blood lust talking. Maybe.
However, Blaine snaps out of his lusty haze when he sees a knife in Jeff's hand.
"What the hell are you doing with that?"
He doesn't pull back, he just has a feeling he knows what's going to happen. Jeff brings it up to his own neck. "Experimenting. Testing."
Blaine's jaw clenches. "Jeff, is this about that Kurt thing still? Because if you think I'm going to cave in, you're wrong. I won't hurt him, and I won't hurt you. Now, come on, let's go back to Dalton."
Jeff slides his hand up Blaine's arm as he leans into the fence again. "Blaine, this isn't about that anymore. David and I were talking and we think it's a good idea for now. You almost lost it with Kurt a few nights ago, and since I can heal while you're biting me and can't die..."
He brings the knife closer to his neck.
"Jeff. Don't. Please."
The blonde glares and wraps his hand around Blaine's bicep even though he knows there's no way Blaine's moving now. He's already got him.
"Why? So you have to go across the street and break into the shitty butcher shop and drink infected pig’s blood? This is better. This is what your body wants you to have, Blaine."
What Blaine wants is to back away, but now his heart's pounding and he can't take his eyes off the knife that is slowly cutting a small gash right above Jeff's collarbone. It's getting harder to breathe, the smell is going right to his head, but he feels like this is wrong, that he will hurt Jeff. He's been 'sober' for five years, but now? It's just there...
"I can't. I'll want it more after you do this. I-I might not stop."
He pulls Blaine closer to him and smirks when Blaine willingly bends his head closer to the gash. He whispers, trying to keep Blaine in what he thinks is a calm state. Blaine's far from calm--his head's spinning.
"Take what you want. I want you to. You deserve it, Blaine."
Jeff moans softly when Blaine starts sucking and licking the blood that's running down his chest. As soon as it touches his lips, Blaine's gone. Gone. He sucks at the gash hesitantly for a few moments until he feels like he's getting to the point he needs to be at. He sinks his teeth into the skin, and then it's like he's always done this.
Hands squeezing tightly on Jeff’s waist to keep him from squirming, mouth pressed hard against his skin--it's thrilling to feel Jeff's body holding back, not wanting to let Blaine take, and he feels Jeff's hand come up to tangle his fingers in Blaine's hair to push him further.
A strangled moan. Blaine hears Jeff's other hand hit the fence, holding onto the cold wire, and he's feeling on edge thinking that Jeff will let him go as far as he wants. Then time stops. There's a buzzing in Blaine's pocket, and Blaine knows that Kurt has just texted him.
Blaine can think again.
Wait. Kurt. Texting. I hung up on him. He's going to be pissed. Fu--Oh, fuck! What am I doing!?
He pulls his mouth off Jeff's neck, hearing Jeff moan softly.
What the actual fuck?
Even though Blaine's feeling light headed, he holds Jeff up to make sure he doesn't fall over. The other boy just leans his head against the fence and closes his eyes. "Fuck. That was awesome."
What?
~*~
Kurt feels like he's in a prison. Back in elementary school, Kurt was made fun of constantly for little to no reason. After Blaine came into the picture though, nothing seemed to bother him as much. He had someone there for him.
Sure, he was still embarrassed to come home from school with slushy stained t-shirts, but Blaine was there to hug him and possibly laugh at him for how miserable he looked. Kurt never got mad at him for laughing though, because they knew how each other felt--isolated, trapped, and unwanted. If they felt the same way, then they weren't really alone.
Sometimes, Kurt imagines what it would've been like if Blaine's aunt would have let Blaine go to school with Kurt. He pictures Blaine walking down the hallway with him this very minute and it makes him smile. He looks down to imagine that if he were to look up, Blaine would be walking side by side with him, his hand comfortably on Kurt’s lower back. They’d walk each other to their separate classes and then sit by each other at lunch. Blaine would probably always make it to Kurt’s locker first thing in the morning to kiss him when no one was looking. Maybe he would even kiss him when the hallway was crowded. Maybe Blaine would be popular, be a star player on the soccer team or even the football team. No one would mess with Kurt when Blaine was around. Then again, none of this could ever be real, but pretending is half the fun.
He goes into the choir room and is listening to Mr. Schue talk about sectionals and good morals, and he thinks he's half-assing it, so Kurt stops paying attention. In the middle of Finn and Rachel practicing their passionate and moving duet, he carefully closes his eyes to listen and...
He's dreaming that Blaine and he are at the mall, picking out new shirts for Blaine because he no longer has to wear the stupid Dalton uniform. It's after graduation, and Blaine's decided he's stable enough to not need to go to the college that's expected of Dalton students to go to. Blaine's going to regular college, with Kurt in New York, and they're holding hands, displaying their love for everyone in the mall to see.
They go into H&M and Kurt's giggling, amusing himself with picking out Blaine ugly shirts to try on until he gets serious, and no, Blaine will not even be thinking about getting the pink and orange striped hoodie.
The scene changes, and now they're back at Kurt's house, but really, it's the room that Blaine has just merely described living in at his aunt's old house. It's dark in the room and it's cold, but Blaine's warm up against him, and they're grinding on each other as they make out. Blaine takes his shirt off and lets Kurt map out his torso with his hands until Blaine decides it's Kurt's turn to take his top off, and then they're just in need of a lack of pants.
Kurt doesn't feel it's finally going to happen, it's going to. They're both exposed to each other under the sheets, and Kurt's back is arching off the bed as Blaine's slow rhythm is speeding up. He feels Blaine kissing his neck, reminding himself that letting Blaine bite him would probably make Blaine come, and that thought alone does things to him.
He wakes up as Mercedes is shaking his shoulder to wake up. His head snaps up and he leans forward, quickly repeating "What? What? What?"
She laughs and tells him rehearsal's over early since Rachel and Quinn both stormed out of the room. Kurt just stares at the floor for a minute before looking up at her. "Oh, neat. Thanks. Good to hear."
Wow.
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"You did what?"
Blaine's on the phone with Kurt the next night. He's trying not to let on to how amazing it was to taste human blood again and not have to feel guilty about it. He had stopped himself--a controlled beast.
They talk about how Blaine shouldn't start doing this, it could get out of hand, but Blaine says it's nice to have someone that is fine with him feeding. There's no possible way he can hurt Jeff. There's never been an opportunity like this before.
Kurt shakes his head and can’t think of anything nice to say. He stares down at his knees on his bed and speaks softly. “You could have asked me, you know. …I’d let you.” I would, I would, I would.
Blaine stares up at the ceiling in his room at Dalton and closes his eyes. Why would Kurt say that?
“No, Kurt. I don’t want you to let me. Ever. Okay?”
Kurt frowns, knowing he was going to say that. “Well, just because Jeff heals doesn’t mean it’s not hurting him. You really just shouldn’t.”
Blaine glares back at the ceiling. “I know.”
“…I’m sorry, Blaine. No, you know what? No. You deserve to get what you want. And hey, Jeff’s single, right? He probably likes you. You should go for him.” Kurt feels his stomach tightening and he thinks he’d feel just a bit better if he were to puke, cry, or die. Probably dying would be the best option of the three if Blaine ever started dating anyone. Though, Kurt’s realizing that he’s being selfish. Blaine really does deserve to be happy. He deserves to not have to hide who he is, and he deserves to have sex and be able to bite someone in the middle of a lustful passion. Dammit.
Blaine sighs. “Yeah, but Jeff’s weird, I don’t know. He liked getting bitten, and I mean, that’s cool for me or whatever, but how many people have a biting fetish? I don’t want to get myself into that kind of situation…”
Kurt laughs softly, inwardly feeling relief wash over him. "...Are you serious? Have you seen or heard movie theaters when the Twilight films are playing? People go batshit. …No sort of pun intended."
Blaine sighs again into the phone, squishing his pillow further with his head. “I don’t know. I guess we’ll see. I’ll talk to you later though, okay? I’m going to do homework.”
“Alright. Goodnight. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
As soon as he hangs up, Blaine hears Jeff knocking at the door. He can smell his scent, so yeah, it’s definitely Jeff. Shit.
“Come in. It’s unlocked,” Blaine says quietly, trying not to wake up Thad. It’s only ten o’clock at night, but Thad likes to think he needs sleep anyway, even though vampires don’t really need to sleep. So, even though Thad thinks he’s a badass vampire, he still follows a pretty human schedule.
Jeff slowly closes the door, silently making his way over to Blaine’s bed where he lies down close to him. “Hey,” he whispers. Blaine can see from the moonlight coming through the window that Jeff’s neck is fine with only a small bandage on it now, and even though he just told Kurt on the phone that he doesn’t want to try anything with Jeff again, he feels now that he could. He could--there’s an option to make.
“How are you feeling?” Blaine whispers back, trying to remember that he shouldn’t scoot any closer to the blonde.
However, Jeff’s the one to scoot closer, staring back at him with what Blaine assumes are lust-filled eyes. “I’m feeling…” Jeff’s hand slides down Blaine’s lower torso, resting itself on Blaine’s crotch and pressing hard. He takes the bandage off and puts his hand on Blaine’s hip, slowly motioning Blaine to get on top of him.
Blaine’s never been in this kind of situation. He’s been on top of Kurt before, but he’s always known that he could never go any further. If Jeff wants to right now, there’s a possibility he might. Again, there’s a choice to make.
He gets on top of Jeff and lightly presses against him when Jeff wraps a leg around him tightly. “It hurts, but if you want to, I won’t stop you. It’ll heal before we fall asleep.”
Blaine’s really glad that Jeff probably can’t hear how fast his heart is beating. He wants to kiss, wants to have sex, and wants to touch and be touched. The only problem is, Jeff’s not Kurt. Blaine would only want Jeff to bite, and even though he thinks he’ll never allow himself to do any of the other things with Kurt, he’d rather live life as a virgin than ever somehow feel like he was cheating.
He bites his lip and looks down at Jeff, his palms pressing into the sheets. “…I can’t do anything with you. I’m sorry. I want to, but I can’t.”
He really wants to, he’s imagining himself draining Jeff's blood completely, pounding into him and getting to feel things he’s never felt before, but then he thinks it wouldn’t be fair.
Blaine’s not sure if he cares more about whether it wouldn’t be fair to Jeff for having to feel pain instead of pleasure or whether it wouldn’t feel right for him to do anything without Kurt. However, in his head he knows Jeff wouldn't die. He can't; he's immortal. Blaine's never killed anyone. Why can't he have some fun for once? For fuck's sake.
He bites his lip again and rubs his thumb over Jeff’s collarbone. “Wait, are you sure you’re cool with it?”
Jeff smirks and lifts his shirt off, throwing it off the bed. “Whatever you want,” he whispers back, leaning off the mattress to grab onto the hem of Blaine’s shirt. He lifts his shirt off so they’re both shirtless, and he tells Blaine to do whatever he wants, because he’s hot and dangerous and he him Blaine to feel comfortable with who he is. “Don’t think you have to hold back anymore. I want to give you something for being such a good friend.”
Blaine knows Jeff’s just trying to turn him on, that he wouldn’t naturally thank Blaine at a time like this for being ‘such a good friend’, but he goes with it, because he just wants.
Before Blaine can even bend his head to reach Jeff’s neck, Thad wakes up and throws a pillow at the wall. "Dude, you guys... Blaine, Jeff, don't you dare fuck. I have an exam in the morning, and I’m going to kill both of you if I get anything less than a B+ on it."
Jeff looks at Blaine and giggles quietly, reaching up to thread his fingers in his hair and kiss his cheek. “Come on, this will be fun.” Blaine smiles and holds Jeff’s hips hesitantly, still thinking this probably isn’t a good idea, especially now that Thad’s awake.
Suddenly, he thinks about what Kurt would look like when he tells him in person that he had sex with Jeff. He’d be heartbroken. Most of all, he’d probably fake a smile and tell him Jeff’s a lucky guy or something equally heart-wrenching and untrue. He watches Jeff unzip his pants for him and try tugging them down, but Blaine sighs and gets off him. “Jeff, um. Shit. …I can’t. I’m sorry. I really can’t with you, I’m sorry.”
Jeff moves his hands away and stares back at him sadly, moving to lie on his side next to Blaine. "What if I just do things to you? Would that be okay?”
Blaine shakes his head and looks away. “No, I’m sorry.”
“All right, it’s okay.” Jeff sighs and looks away from him. “I just watched the first two seasons of Buffy last month is all. And you're really hot, and I wanted you to be my first, because then I could relate to the show better, I guess. I don’t know. …Wait, would you turn evil if we slept together?"
Blaine looks at him like he’s insane. "This is real life, Jeff. Last night it felt right to just let you die, even though in reality you wouldn't anyway. I wasn't going to stop, and then Kurt texted me and I didn't want to disappoint him. That was my reasoning process. It's not healthy in the slightest."
Jeff glares at him and puts his bandage back on. "I could tell on you for sneaking out, you know. I'm serious, Blaine."
Thad chucks another pillow, but this time it hits the back of Blaine’s head. "I said I'm going to kill you both. Shut the hell up and let me sleep."
Blaine stares at Jeff, ignoring Thad’s threat. "...You wouldn't."
Jeff lifts his hand to stroke Blaine’s arm. "Seeing Kurt is bad. Maybe if you get used to doing this with me, you'll know your limits better."
"I'm not going to stop seeing him. Even if you tell on me for sneaking out every once in a fucking while, I'll just leave and take him with me."
Jeff takes his hand off Blaine’s arm and sits up on the bed. "Possessive much? And hey, I'm not going to tell, all right? …Just perform sexual things with me and suck my blood."
Blaine chucks the pillow that Thad threw at his dresser. "What? No! I'm saving myself for somebody, thank you."
Suddenly, Thad's standing over them with a deranged look. "You're dying. Now.” However, before he makes a move to hurt anyone, he tilts his head and stares at Blaine curiously. “…Blaine, you’re a virgin? What the fuck?”
Blaine blushes and sits up on the bed away from Jeff. "I can't have sex with Kurt! I'll kill him!"
Jeff giggles and goes to rub Blaine's chest. "Yeah, with hot sex..."
Thad looks at Blaine curiously again, but this time with a look that makes Blaine feel uneasy. "You really love him, don't you?"
He stares at Thad and decides not to nod back or say anything that would hopefully give any indication.
However, he has a feeling Thad already knows the answer.
~*~
Blaine hasn’t come by Kurt’s house in a few days. Kurt’s been spending most of the night awake just waiting to see if Blaine will ever come by. He tries to think about what he last said to him, thinking that maybe he hurt Blaine’s feelings when he said that he shouldn’t try anything with Jeff.
Maybe he should have just left his jealousy aside and thought about what would have been best for Blaine. If Jeff really doesn’t mind getting bitten, he could be a great match for him. Blaine wouldn’t have to worry about severely injuring someone. Maybe he could feel free finally.
Sometimes, Kurt wishes he had never met Blaine, but if he hadn’t, he has a feeling Blaine would have been stuck at his aunt’s house, never feeling loved or understood by anyone. Blaine is everything to Kurt, and if Jeff wants to become a part of Blaine’s everything, then maybe Kurt can make room, too.
He just wishes Blaine would come by soon to tell him about his blossoming relationship with the obnoxious immortal kid.
Why couldn’t the world have made Kurt immortal? It would have solved a lot of problems. Or just one major one. His thoughts are interrupted when he hears the front door ring. As he practically runs down the stairs, he’s hoping that Blaine just decided to use the front door for a change, but then he’s greeted by two strange guys.
One has bright blond hair and a stupid smile, so Kurt assumes it’s Jeff. He hasn’t seen him since they were friends on the playground back in elementary school, but he hasn’t changed much. He doesn’t know the other boy, though. He’s guessing it’s another one of Blaine’s friends from Dalton, so it’s either Thad or David.
“I’m definitely not Thad,” the boy that’s apparently David says.
Kurt nods slightly, looking them both over before he speaks. “Ah, David, the nosy mind reader.”
David blushes softly and nods. “It’s nice to finally meet you. We hear a lot about you.”
“Apparently, since you know where I live.”
David clasps his hands together, deciding to get right to the point. “Blaine’s been thinking about you a lot more this past year, and I understand that it’s getting out of hand for you, too. Maybe more emotionally than physically?”
Kurt blushes and goes further back into his house. “Well, yeah, I guess. Don’t you already know my answer? …Are you guys coming in or no?”
Jeff bites his lip, looks over at David for a moment and then back at Kurt. “Look, Kurt, I’m sorry. I know I don’t like Blaine as much as you probably do, but we’re just trying to look out for him. And you.”
Kurt sighs and decides to step outside and close the door so his dad doesn’t come out to see who’s here. “Look, at eight years old, I maybe didn't understand the concept of killing people and vampires as well as I do now, but I was willing to accept Blaine for who he was then, and I still am."
"You mean what he is,” David says.
Kurt glares. "Blaine has no what about him. It doesn't matter if he's a vampire or a human or a mix of both, he's Blaine. Whatever powers you guys have... You don't know him like I do. I'm sorry, but you don’t."
David stares back. "I know."
Kurt raises an eyebrow and nods softly. “…Well, good.”
David starts turning around to walk away from Kurt’s house, but before he does, he adds "...he's just missing from school and he's too far for me to read him properly. We thought you’d know a place he might be, but I guess not."
What?
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Kurt's sitting in his room eating crackers until he hears a tap at his window and jumps up. He goes over to the window. It's not Blaine. The boy that isn't Blaine laughs and puts his face against the window so Kurt can hear him speak. "I'm Thad, Blaine's friend from school. Sorry to scare you."
Kurt goes over to the window and opens it, not really wanting to, but he'd feel awkward for not letting in one of Blaine's friends. "Oh, you didn't scare me, it's okay."
Thad comes in, dressed in a black leather coat and dark jeans. He smirks. "So you're the infamous Kurt..."
Kurt shrugs. "Eh, not infamous... Not famous, either. Just Kurt." He stares at him, seeing the way Thad's looking back. He decides to play dumb. "Are you a vampire, too?"
Thad smirks. "Why? Do I remind you of someone?"
Kurt doesn't like this. Really, from what he’s heard about this kid, he doesn’t have time for him. "...Sorry, but why'd you come over? Blaine's not here. We’re not exactly pals, you and I."
The darker haired boy comes over to him, circling him slowly like Kurt’s some sort of prey. "Yeah, but Blaine talks an awful lot about you to us Dalton guys, and I feel like I already know you so well..."
Kurt turns his head to the side while Thad's standing behind him. "Well, sorry, but you don't."
"Mmm, but Blaine does. Why isn't he here to protect you?"
Kurt's jaw clenches. Oh, fuck my life. He sighs as calmly as he can muster. “Are we really going to play this game? You're going to scare me until you decide to suck my blood and kill me? Really? ...Aren't you supposed to be learning to not do that?"
Thad laughs a little and stands closely behind him, putting his hand on Kurt's hip. "I love that you can talk so bravely when I can feel how scared you are... Must be what Blaine loves about you so much. You are a pretty sexy virgin…"
Kurt smiles to himself and leans against Thad further. "Mmm. You're so cool for knowing that I feel threatened by a person that obviously has more of a physical strength advantage than I do..."
Thad pushes him away and growls. "Shut the fuck up. Don't try to put a fucking move on me. I'm here to kill you."
Kurt quickly gets on his bed and folds his legs as he sits up straight. "No, you're not. I don't want to be killed today. Go back to Dull-ton and leave Blaine alone, because he's told me all about you, and apparently, you're quiet the dick, Thadeous."
Thad comes over to him and puts a hand on his neck, adding pressure as he stares him over curiously. Suddenly, he backs away. "...Blaine's in the closet, isn't he?"
Kurt nods as Blaine barges out of the closet and goes over to Thad, pulling him into a headlock and dragging him away from the bed. He pushes him to the floor and stands over him with a death glare. "Why the fuck do you think it's okay to come over here and threaten my best friend, huh?"
Thad quickly scoots to the wall and pulls himself up, his wide eyes never leaving Blaine. "I'm just trying to help you..."
Blaine glares at him as Kurt smirks and stands behind Blaine cheerfully. "I'm done having you guys help me."
He never would have expected Thad to go out of his way to make him miserable-oh, wait. No, that’s definitely something he would do.
Thad starts walking over to the window, keeping his back to the wall so he can keep an eye on Blaine. "But you're going to hurt him, you know, sooner or later..."
Kurt scoffs and leans his head on Blaine's shoulder from behind to prove his point that he feels Blaine’s harmless to him. "You're so right, Thad lad, because killing me would obviously prevent Blaine from hurting me... Makes perfect sense."
"Thad, leave. And you're not telling anyone where I am tonight or I'll make sure the staff finds out you were going to kill a human. I'll be back in the morning. I just needed a break from all you assholes."
As he crawls out the window, he clutches the surrounding brick to look back into Kurt’s room with a glare. "I hope he kills you" are the last words uttered.
Blaine turns around slowly to look at Kurt. "I'm so sorry, he's insane; they're all insane..."
Kurt giggles and wraps his arms around Blaine's neck, leaning into him with a smile. "Good thing you have me to keep you sane then."
Blaine shakes his head and pecks Kurt on the lips before leaning his head back to smile. He feels his stomach doing weird flip flops when Kurt’s leaning his face closer to him as soon as he pulls away. "No, you drive me crazy...” He bites his lip and then slowly lets his hand drift to Kurt’s side. “...In a good way.”
Kurt just stares at him for a moment, looking over his friend’s smile and into the softness of his eyes. There’s no way that this boy, this man, could ever hurt him. Blaine’s kinder than any human could ever be. He gets closer and kisses him. They stay like this for a few moments, just feeling each other's lips pressed together. It feels like it’s the only thing that’s right in the world, the only thing that fits and makes sense to do. Blaine slowly parts Kurt’s lips with his tongue, and soon they’re kissing harder, pressing even closer together. He can feel Kurt grabbing his hand, leading him over to the light switch so Kurt can reach his other hand out to turn it off without breaking away from Blaine.
Something about moving around Kurt’s room in the dark makes Blaine feel anxious. He wants to get Kurt on his bed, wants to feel him under him, and wants to feel them moving together. Both of them smirk when Kurt leads them back over to his bed, Kurt pushing Blaine up against the headboard so he can straddle his waist. He puts his hands on Blaine’s shoulders as the other boy places his hands on Kurt’s hips.
“Are you sure you want to do this now?” Blaine asks quietly.
Kurt starts lightly grinding down on him, biting his lip and nods. "Mmm, yeah."
All right, then.
Blaine lifts his shirt off, and then looks to Kurt to do the same. After Kurt gets his shirt off, he climbs off Blaine for a minute to unzip his pants and to fold them on the chair nearby.
Blaine smirks and stares at Kurt as he climbs back on top of him. “You had to fold them? Really?”
Kurt glares at him when he’s back in his lap, blushing slightly and resting his hands on Blaine’s shoulders. “Shut up. In the morning, I don’t have to worry about spiders getting in them.”
Blaine smirks and puts a hand on Kurt's lower back, pulling him closer. "Oh, so spiders are the scariest things you have to worry about? Nothing else?"
Kurt stifles a moan as he feels Blaine grind harder up on him. He tries to lean his forehead on Blaine's shoulder but then has to sit back up to be able to grind back down on him with the same force. "N-No, losing you would be the scariest." A soft moan escapes Blaine when Kurt’s hands drift down his torso to rub him through his jeans. “Take these off, please and thank you."
He gets off him again to get under the covers as Blaine takes his pants off and goes a step further by taking his boxers off, too, before joining Kurt under them. Kurt gasps when he touches Blaine's bare thigh. "You're naked."
Blaine laughs quietly and nods, kissing Kurt's lips. "Yeah."
Feeling like he needs to be completely naked now that Blaine is, Kurt huffs and pulls back to take his boxer briefs off.
"You're not going to fold those, too, are you?" Blaine teases.
"No. luckily for you, I’m too self-conscious to get up and expose myself this way," Kurt says, gripping the blanket sheet up to his chin to prove his point that Blaine will not be able to fully see him naked tonight, off the bed, anyway.
Blaine smiles and gently tries to pull the covers back to which Kurt protests by gripping onto them tighter. He waits a few moments before he realizes that Kurt’s white knuckles won’t be giving up the fight. “Why won’t you let me see you?” Blaine asks softly, taking his hand off the blanket.
Kurt bites his lip and looks away before he stares at Blaine’s hair. “You’ll leave. …You’ll leave and I’ll still be naked here, by myself, and then you won’t come back for days because you’ll have freaked yourself out about possibly feeling good for a change.” He watches as the smile on Blaine’s face slowly fades. He feels Blaine’s thumb rub against his hip as he thinks what to say back to him.
It’s true, though. What’s not to say that he’ll go and leave Kurt sexually frustrated? It’s a great possibility. It wouldn’t be the first time.
"You're beautiful, Kurt. But you’re right…” Blaine pauses as he sees Kurt’s eyes fall to the sheet in front of him, a look of ‘I knew it’ on his face. Maybe tonight Blaine can prove him wrong. “…You’re right about a lot of things. Maybe you’re so right, that you’re--” He scoots himself closer to Kurt under the covers and reaches around to find his hand so he can hold it. “Maybe you’re right about us; maybe you’re right for me.”
Kurt bites his lip and smiles as Blaine leans in to kiss him. It quickly turns into a harder kiss; they let their hands roam each other’s bodies as their tongues do the rest of the talking. Kurt wraps his hand gently around Blaine's cock and smirks as Blaine leans into the touch. "...I've wanted to do this for a really long time."
Blaine would prefer they stop talking, but he would never in a million years wish to not hear Kurt's voice. He guesses, anyway. "Then don't wait any longer..."
Normally, Kurt would feel the need to scoff at Blaine’s lame comment, but he really has waited to do this for a really long time, so instead of teasing him, Kurt’s hand slowly starts moving over Blaine’s cock, feeling how thick it is and feeling him get harder after every stroke.
“You can go faster if you want, or um… Never mind.”
Kurt starts pumping him harder with his hand. “No, what?”
Blaine shakily takes Kurt’s hand off, sighing softly. “I was going to say, if you wanted to um, put your mouth on it, but I already feel like I’m going to come, so that’s not a good idea.”
Even in the dark, Kurt can tell Blaine’s blushing, and even though he’s already made it awkward enough for the both of them, Kurt still feels very much like he wants to try sex. Try, because there’s still that bit of doubt that’s resting in the back of his mind that says Blaine will fling himself through the window before Kurt’s ever able to lose his virginity. “Well, if you do, then maybe we should just try something else.” He presses his thigh to Blaine’s hard-on, biting his lip as Blaine shifts himself so Kurt can’t feel it there.
He most certainly wanted to feel it. Stop blocking me from your cock.
“Something else? Like what?”
Kurt bites his lip and slowly turns around, reaching behind himself to rest his hand on Blaine’s lower back, wanting the other boy to press against him. Blaine complies, and when Kurt presses his ass against his cock and it’s so close to going someplace that Blaine’s embarrassingly only dreamed of, he’s gone. Gone-gone. However, not in a way he would previously expected to be gone.
He starts grinding hard into Kurt’s ass, gripping his hip tightly and concentrating on getting himself harder. He’s kissing down Kurt’s neck, feeling the other boy pressing further into him and moaning softly. He knows it’s time. “Do you want to?” Blaine says at almost normal volume, freaking himself out for a moment for speaking louder than he intended. He’s just not thinking clearly anymore. This is finally happening. All Kurt does is nod, but then he’s quickly leaning away from Blaine and digging his hand around in his bedside table drawer.
No way. Kurt’s been prepared for this?
Kurt turns his head slightly, smiling when he feels Blaine’s chin on his shoulder. “Well, um, ever since that one time you came over and it seemed like we were going to… I went out and bought some things.”
Blaine laughs when he sees that Kurt bought condoms and lube. It’s just that it’s Kurt-Kurt and sexual things don’t go hand and hand. Though, no, Blaine thinks. Kurt and sexual things go very well together. In fact, they were made for each other. It’s a new proven fact. “I’m impressed.”
Kurt rolls his eyes and leans back into him. “Come on, no more talking time. Please.”
Blaine complies by rolling the condom on and slicking some of the lube on his fingers. He leans up against him and smirks as he kisses Kurt’s shoulder blade. “You don’t want to talk to me? Why not, huh? Something preoccupying your thoughts?”
Kurt feels a finger pressing into him slowly, and biting his lip is all he can do to not arch back, forward, ninety-four degrees to the side, or fuck, after he feels a second and then a third finger pressing in.
His head presses into the pillow and his hand goes out to clutch the bed. “God, your cock can’t be this big. Hurry up, please.”
“Does it hurt?” Blaine asks softly, but Kurt can feel his smirk against his neck again. He’s teasing, and there is no reason for it. Absolutely none. It does hurt, but he wants Blaine before he can’t have him. In case he decides to leave for some god awful reason.
When Kurt nods his head into the pillow slightly, Blaine rubs his thigh and leans his head down to kiss his neck. Kurt shivers when his lips part and he starts sucking hard. Kurt’s so concentrated on feeling Blaine’s teeth being this close to a vampire favorite spot that he almost forgets that Blaine’s fingers are still pressing into him. Almost. He presses against him when he feels his fingers leave, feeling the tip of Blaine’s hard cock at his entrance. This is really going to happen. Blaine was just sucking on his neck and he didn’t try to bite him. Kurt thinks he might have a better chance if Blaine’s getting something out of this, too. “I want you, now,” he hisses.
Blaine moans softly as he slowly presses into him, gripping Kurt’s hip harder and leaning his torso against his back. “Hey, I was supposed to say that,” he growls. The fact that Blaine’s a vampire and the growling could mean more than just a sexual noise doesn’t register to Kurt. All he hears and feels is Blaine finally wanting him. Kurt’s more than happy to give.
He feels his rhythm getting harder, and it hurts, but it feels so good, he doesn’t care. He wants Blaine inside him, always and forever, and especially when their legs are tangling together and Blaine’s hands are on him does he finally feel something. He feels warm and electric and free to feel any way he wants. It’s intoxicating.
Blaine’s hand wraps around Kurt’s cock, trying to figure out if it’s easy to get him off at the same time as concentrating on his rhythm, but then feeling Blaine’s hand on him is too much for Kurt to be feeling, so he moves his hand away to do it himself. He doesn’t want to come before Blaine does.
Kurt wishes he could see him, watch as he bucks his hips and has his mouth slightly hang open. He’s wondering if he’s going to bite him, but Blaine hasn’t pulled away yet. Maybe he won’t. He’s got to at least be thinking about it though, right? He tilts his head ever so slightly to see if Blaine will even notice that his neck is right there.
Bite me, dammit.
Blaine leans his head down breathlessly to kiss his neck, smiling up by his ear when he hears Kurt moan softly. “You’re perfect.” Normally, Kurt would be blushing and as happy as a blossoming peach tree, but no. Why isn’t Blaine acting like a vampire?
What the hell? Take my life, why don’t you? Am I not cool enough to be bitten anymore?
With a few more thrusts, Blaine’s moans get louder, his eyes shut tightly, and it brings Kurt to his edge knowing that Blaine’s coming inside of him. He speeds up his hand motions and soon they’re lying side by side, slowly coming down from the euphoria.
Blaine kisses Kurt’s shoulder after he wraps an arm around him to pull him closer. “That was…”
“Fuck. Every night. For the rest of life.”
Blaine laughs and leans his head against Kurt's. "I can't come here every night, Kurt..."
Oh, but you will…
Even though he doesn’t want to ruin the moment, Kurt can’t help but think about the lack of biting that happened. The entire reason they never tried having sex sooner was because Blaine was afraid he’d bite him and then not stop sucking blood, but he didn’t even try.
Kurt clears his throat and then turns slightly to look at him. "Blaine... did you ever feel the need to like... bite me?"
He waits a really long time before getting a response, Blaine just stares off into space. "Oh my god."
"What?"
Blaine turns to look back at Kurt. "I didn't feel it once. I--oh my god. What? Really? Wait, no. I must have... I don't--"
Kurt leans up quickly and kisses him hard on the lips. He pulls back with a smirk. "See? We proved Thad wrong."
"...I proved me wrong."
Kurt smiles and looks at him thoughtfully. "Never me though, I always knew. I knew being a teenage boy was good for something. Looks like your vampire side can’t overpower your other urges. We may just be in luck.”
~*~
It's after graduation. After much deliberation, the board of Dalton Academy for Gifted Youngsters agreed to let Blaine officially graduate from their program (with the exception of ten year check-ups), concluding that he is stable enough to live out in the real world without their assistance.
Since Blaine’s case, many more students have been allowed to leave the program, but he was the first--the first to give hope to a generation of kids that don’t think that they belong. They can now, they have the opportunity to live freely and without the guilt that Dalton secretly gives them. That’s what Blaine wants to change. Kurt and he are both going to New York for school this upcoming fall. Blaine has plans to start his own school for kids that are as “gifted” as he is; only he’ll make sure they’re treated better and are understood more than he was at Dalton. Hopefully, it actually happens.
Right now, he’s enjoying a simple shopping trip to the mall with Kurt, because he can do that now without getting in trouble. He can spend the night over at Kurt’s whenever he wants without worrying about his “friends” sneaking in and trying to kill him. They worked all that out.
Thad found another vampire to annoy, and David is currently infatuated with an ex-senior member of the Warblers. As for Jeff, well…
Blaine pops his head out of the changing room at H&M and stares over at the bench Kurt is sitting on, waiting for him to try on the blue V-neck top. “Kurt! News! …Jeff just got laid by that Nick guy I was telling you about. I just got the text from David.”
Kurt looks up from his magazine confusedly. “Isn’t that the guy that attacked him in the park? And tried to kill him?”
Blaine nods and smiles. “Yep. And then he realized that Jeff wasn’t dying when he was sucking his blood, so I guess it was kind of love at first sight.”
The employee folding the clothes in the fitting room pretends not to be concerned with what they’re talking about. Kurt figures she’ll forget in a few minutes, anyway. “…Uh huh. I see. Well, whatever floats his boat, as long as he’s not floating his boat anywhere towards your boat, I’m fine.”
Blaine smiles and comes out of the changing room. “My boat will always be floating towards your boat.”
Kurt smirks and stands up, leaning into him as they kiss. “My boat will always be riding the same waves as yours…”
Blaine matches his smirk and pulls him closer. “You raise my sail better than anyone,” he whispers.
Kurt pushes him away, not forgetting to blush. “Buy the shirt, come on. We’ve got some uh-fuck it. I’m done using boat metaphors. I just want to sail the ship out of you right now.”
~*~
They're in their first year dorm, Dalton paying for most of the expenses in order to have Blaine stay close to the program even though he’s technically out of it. The only reason they care so much about their first “experiment” is because if Blaine, a dangerous vampire, can live in a normal society, then it’ll give Dalton a better name.
Looking out at the vast campus with plenty of people walking around on this Saturday afternoon, Blaine realizes he can’t always give Dalton a bad name. He wouldn’t be here without their help, without their money, but he still hates what the program made him feel like.
He feels awful. It’s just one of those days.
In the morning before class he was watching the news which told a story about a missing girl. Blaine doesn’t know who the girl is, doesn’t think he’s ever seen her in his life, but she reminds him of all the people he used to bite when he was younger. Even though it’s been over ten years now since he’s bitten a person (with the exception of Jeff last year), he still thinks back to all the mistakes that he’s made. All those people could have gone missing, too.
He never knew the names of the people he used to bite, he just remembers being hungry and needing the feelings to go away. He remembers coming home to his aunt’s house after sneaking out a few times and having her scold him. She didn’t come to his graduation, but she’s helping to pay for his room and board while Dalton just helps with the scholarship. They don’t talk much, but Blaine thinks she might feel a little guilty for how she treated him when he lived with her.
Sometimes, Blaine justifies the way his aunt treated him by blaming it on misunderstanding and fear from her part, but mostly, he just tries not to think about it. It’s an ever-going learning process that he’ll have to work on. On days like today though, he blames himself. There was a guy in one of his business classes that he really wanted to bite. It doesn’t happen much, but on days like today…
Kurt comes into the dorm after his second class of the day, stopping by to see if Blaine wants to go with him to the movies tonight. He sees that Blaine’s sitting on his bed with his head leaning down in such a way to let him know that Blaine’s in one of his moods.
“Blaine, sweetie, if you’re going to mope around all day, you should have let me known ahead of time. I would have just made plans to stay home and watch you instead of paying money to see a sad movie instead.”
Blaine leans into Kurt as soon as he wraps an arm around his waist, even though it doesn’t do much to help his frown. “…I just don’t feel like I’m out of Dalton yet. It hasn’t been that long, and I know eventually I’ll feel different about it, but I just don’t feel normal yet, Kurt. I can’t make any new friends unless I keep who I am to myself and you. No offense. It just sucks not being able to tell anyone else. …They don’t know what it feels like.”
Kurt listens quietly until he’s done talking like always, but now he just feels exhausted. Blaine’s been pretty good with being optimistic about the new transition, but sometimes, Kurt feels like yelling at him. Have you learned NOTHING in the past ten years?
He sighs and takes his arm off Blaine to sit sideways and stare at him. “Yeah, I know. I mean, sometimes I feel like everyone in my classes is just staring at me, trying to decide if I’m gay or not. And even though they probably don’t care, because this is New York and it’s college now… I feel like I’m trying to hide something that I shouldn’t even have to hide. I guess it’s still slightly different being a vampire, though. …It’s not exactly like there are human-vampire alliance meetings every Wednesday in the Gender and Sexuality Resource Center.”
Blaine laughs and looks up at Kurt with a calmer attitude. “Yeah, I’m gay and a vampire. Even if we eventually became residents of New York, I might still be screwed. Vampires will never be able to marry, especially in Ohio.”
Kurt sighs and rolls his eyes. “No, are you kidding me? Vampires will definitely be able to marry in Ohio before I can. They’ll do it just to spite me. Only me, too. Just watch.”
Blaine smirks and leans his face closer to his. “Well, hey, you know I’d just wait for you if that’s the case…”
Kurt smiles and kisses him quickly before standing up and going over to his messenger bag to get a textbook out. “Just relax, stop thinking about things you did when you were eight, Blaine, because I know that’s what you’re doing. You’re eight plus ten, now.”
Blaine goes back to frowning momentarily and sits up against the headboard of his bed. “Yeah, but like, at least at Dalton everyone knew what it felt to be really different. No one here knows what it feels like.”
Kurt stops what he’s doing and stares hard.
I have been with you since day one and you still don’t see that I understand?
He sighs and comes back over to the bed. “Wow, cool, you need to suck blood. You know what I need to do all the time? Go pee. Constantly. It sucks. I guess it’s cool that my need to urinate doesn't kill people, but I really think you're maybe thinking too much about it. Just be okay with yourself. Please? Can you do that for me?”
Blaine bites his lip and looks up. “For you, I can, yes.”
Kurt shakes his head, knowing that answer’s not good enough. “No, sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. You need to do it for you. You want to act more human? Then fine, don't forgive yourself for doing things you did when you weren’t even old enough to know how to write properly. It’s not like you killed anybody, you just needed something and took it without permission.
“That's like taking your sister's CD without asking and then scratching it and not being able to give it back. Completely the same thing, only you like really wanted to listen to this one song, so you had to take it.
“You're just a music junkie, Blaine. It's completely okay. Just stop caring about what happened and who thinks what and who you think you’re supposed to be. You’re never going to know that, so stop trying and just live for a while, alright? I’m sure we’ll make friends that are totally down with you being half-vampire, and if not, you could just get really drunk and yell it at a party and no one will think it’s true because you’ve been drinking. In any case, you have me, remember?”
Blaine looks at him like he’s insane, but slowly he smiles anyway. “How could I forget?”
Kurt sighs and plops down on the bed next to him. “I know, right? I’m hard to forget about.”
Blaine nods and wraps his arms around him, bringing him down on the bed so they’re lying instead of sitting. “You know, have I ever told you what drew me to you when we first met?”
Kurt shakes his head and leans it on Blaine’s chest. “Because I was incredibly good-looking even back then?”
Blaine gently pulls his head up to press his lips against Kurt’s. “Well, yes, that, and because you’re-“
Kurt kisses him again quickly, cutting off what he was going to say. Blaine stares down at him slightly confused.
“Because I’m perfect? The one for you? Hot as hell? Awesome in every sense of the word? …Yeah, I know, you don’t need to say it. I know that you think that. Thank you for loving me on a daily basis.”
Blaine smiles and leans in to kiss him again but pulls back before Kurt can deepen the kiss. “You know, it’s always baffled me how okay you were with me drinking blood. Like, it even seems gross to me.”
Kurt pulls his head back down to kiss him. “Yeah, I just always imagine you brushing your teeth ten times, using Listerine, and then drinking coffee like you always do. It seems effective and also a healthier habit to have than smoking, so that works out.”
“…Again with your outstanding ability to be okay with abnormal circumstances.”
Kurt pulls his head back for the last time, realizing that Blaine’s not in a kissing mood. This displeases me. “…Well, Blaine, I’m weird. If you haven’t figured that out by now, then I’m sorry. My name’s Kurt Hummel, my closest friend is also my boyfriend, not to mention a vampire, and my sense of humor is a bit out of the ordinary.”
Blaine smiles and buries his face in the crook of Kurt’s neck. “Yay.” He starts lightly blowing on his neck, causing the other boy to jerk away and laugh. “You’re right. So what if I am a vampire? I have the best friend in the world.”
Kurt’s about to give the look, but before he can, Blaine’s adding to his original words. “…Best friend in the world that I’m completely and utterly in love with, that is.”
Kurt nods and goes back to hugging him, knowing he truly means what he says, because Kurt himself means it with every fiber of his being. He wouldn’t want Blaine to be any other way.
Even if he was considered to be a “whole” vampire, Kurt doesn’t think Blaine would want to hurt anyone still, and that’s what kind of person he is, vampire or not. He loves Blaine, and he doesn’t think Blaine disapproves of him currently pulling him down for a kiss, either.
And this is what happiness feels like.
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Artwork by moonlessky can be found here.
Author: hengilas
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, minor Blaine/Jeff (Warbler)
Warnings: Vampire AU, romance, graphic sex, language, angst, slight talk of minor character death (Blaine's mom)
Word Count: 16,959
Summary: Blaine and Kurt have been best friends for the past nine years, but now that they're more aware of their feelings for one another, they want to go further. The only problem is that Blaine's half vampire, and he grew up with the mentality of the Dalton Academy for Gifted Youngsters: that vampires are evil and don't deserve to be loved. He's gone to great lengths to make sure that he never hurts Kurt, but if they were ever in the heat of the moment, what could happen?
Author's Note: As always, my loves, star55 and teaboytoaliens, beta'd this story.
Amazing art can be found here by moonlessky! <3
Part One
It's that time of the week.
Since Blaine's grown in size, he needs blood about twice a week or Thad has to deal with cranky Blaine throwing things around their room because his head hurts. Blaine used to be able hold off for two weeks before really craving blood, but then Kurt looked at it as Blaine starving himself, depriving his body of something it needed, so they quickly organized a schedule for when Blaine should feed.
Every Tuesday and Friday night, Blaine goes by a butcher shop that's off the Dalton campus to buy animal blood from the local butcher. They used to question why a ten year old boy wanted blood, but then Blaine thinks a staff member from Dalton went to talk to them, because now they don't ask any questions.
He doesn't really eat human food, but sometimes chocolate seems awesome and he will, but it doesn't sit in his stomach as well. Blood just goes through his entire body and makes his skin glow, and it's the best high he could ever get.
It's the only high he can ever get, really, because Kurt and Blaine have already had this conversation, and Blaine Anderson will never do drugs. So, even if Kurt ever gets higher than a kite (he won't though), Blaine still wouldn't try anything. He already feels invincible, doesn't need to sleep, and has crazy dreams, so doing drugs (stimulants, anyway) might not even do anything for him. And talk about expensive. Fuck that then.
Tonight though, Blaine started throwing things around his dorm room because he was hungry, and he was afraid he'd rip up his history paper, so he left Dalton and now he's outside of Westerville going to the butcher shop that supplies the blood to him. He knows it's closed because it's late on a Monday night, and they won’t be expecting him until tomorrow or on Fridays, so he'll just have to break in. He'll need to break in or else bad things will happen to semi-decent people.
"Blaine, no, just wait until tomorrow morning. Don't break in. I know you can hold it off. You're strong." Kurt's talking to him on the phone, trying to convince him not to break the law.
"That's complete bullshit. I can't do this. I need it, Kurt," Blaine says in a rougher tone than he usually speaks to Kurt in. It's a definite sign that he's craving blood.
Kurt doesn't care. He tells him to grow a pair.
As Blaine's nearing the butcher shop, ready to pry off the door with his hands if he needs to, he sees a familiar patch of light blonde hair walking across the street. It's one in the morning... What's Jeff doing down here? He interrupts Kurt's protests about breaking and entering. "Kurt, I have to go. I'm sorry. Bye." He puts his phone in his pocket and then sneaks across the street, forgetting about his thirst for a moment. Of course, it's still a constant nagging in the back of his mind.
He doesn't see Jeff in the alley way, but he feels his presence, and it's going to start driving him insane. He backs against the wall and relies on his senses to figure out where Jeff is before going further down into the dark alley. It's cold out and the clouds are covering up the moon, but there's a street lamp outside of the alley way that lets him see, because even though Blaine's senses are heightened, his eyesight kind of sucks.
Going further into the alley way, Blaine senses that Jeff's against the fence but he can't be sure until he hears him.
"Jeff... I know you're there."
The fence shakes a little as Jeff's hand comes off it, and now the moon comes from behind the clouds, so Blaine can see the outline of Jeff's face and his smirk. "I knew you'd come down here..."
Blaine already realizes that Jeff being down here can't be a good thing, but curiosity brings him closer to the fence. "What are you doing here?"
Jeff holds out his hand in silence.
Blaine can sense that Jeff's turned on, and now he's worried, because being too close to a human when he's hungry is a really bad thing. Especially if that human is his friend and its name is Jeff. Also, it's extra bad if Jeff is for some reason feeling horny, because Blaine's body wants to mimic those feelings, and that's not going to help this serious situation.
"Jeff, you should leave, I'm serious. It isn't good to be out right now."
Jeff just smirks and pulls Blaine towards him when Blaine reluctantly takes his hand. "Why don't you come with me?" Jeff asks in a seductive tone Blaine didn't even know the goofy blonde had. He thinks it might just be the blood lust talking. Maybe.
However, Blaine snaps out of his lusty haze when he sees a knife in Jeff's hand.
"What the hell are you doing with that?"
He doesn't pull back, he just has a feeling he knows what's going to happen. Jeff brings it up to his own neck. "Experimenting. Testing."
Blaine's jaw clenches. "Jeff, is this about that Kurt thing still? Because if you think I'm going to cave in, you're wrong. I won't hurt him, and I won't hurt you. Now, come on, let's go back to Dalton."
Jeff slides his hand up Blaine's arm as he leans into the fence again. "Blaine, this isn't about that anymore. David and I were talking and we think it's a good idea for now. You almost lost it with Kurt a few nights ago, and since I can heal while you're biting me and can't die..."
He brings the knife closer to his neck.
"Jeff. Don't. Please."
The blonde glares and wraps his hand around Blaine's bicep even though he knows there's no way Blaine's moving now. He's already got him.
"Why? So you have to go across the street and break into the shitty butcher shop and drink infected pig’s blood? This is better. This is what your body wants you to have, Blaine."
What Blaine wants is to back away, but now his heart's pounding and he can't take his eyes off the knife that is slowly cutting a small gash right above Jeff's collarbone. It's getting harder to breathe, the smell is going right to his head, but he feels like this is wrong, that he will hurt Jeff. He's been 'sober' for five years, but now? It's just there...
"I can't. I'll want it more after you do this. I-I might not stop."
He pulls Blaine closer to him and smirks when Blaine willingly bends his head closer to the gash. He whispers, trying to keep Blaine in what he thinks is a calm state. Blaine's far from calm--his head's spinning.
"Take what you want. I want you to. You deserve it, Blaine."
Jeff moans softly when Blaine starts sucking and licking the blood that's running down his chest. As soon as it touches his lips, Blaine's gone. Gone. He sucks at the gash hesitantly for a few moments until he feels like he's getting to the point he needs to be at. He sinks his teeth into the skin, and then it's like he's always done this.
Hands squeezing tightly on Jeff’s waist to keep him from squirming, mouth pressed hard against his skin--it's thrilling to feel Jeff's body holding back, not wanting to let Blaine take, and he feels Jeff's hand come up to tangle his fingers in Blaine's hair to push him further.
A strangled moan. Blaine hears Jeff's other hand hit the fence, holding onto the cold wire, and he's feeling on edge thinking that Jeff will let him go as far as he wants. Then time stops. There's a buzzing in Blaine's pocket, and Blaine knows that Kurt has just texted him.
Blaine can think again.
Wait. Kurt. Texting. I hung up on him. He's going to be pissed. Fu--Oh, fuck! What am I doing!?
He pulls his mouth off Jeff's neck, hearing Jeff moan softly.
What the actual fuck?
Even though Blaine's feeling light headed, he holds Jeff up to make sure he doesn't fall over. The other boy just leans his head against the fence and closes his eyes. "Fuck. That was awesome."
What?
~*~
Kurt feels like he's in a prison. Back in elementary school, Kurt was made fun of constantly for little to no reason. After Blaine came into the picture though, nothing seemed to bother him as much. He had someone there for him.
Sure, he was still embarrassed to come home from school with slushy stained t-shirts, but Blaine was there to hug him and possibly laugh at him for how miserable he looked. Kurt never got mad at him for laughing though, because they knew how each other felt--isolated, trapped, and unwanted. If they felt the same way, then they weren't really alone.
Sometimes, Kurt imagines what it would've been like if Blaine's aunt would have let Blaine go to school with Kurt. He pictures Blaine walking down the hallway with him this very minute and it makes him smile. He looks down to imagine that if he were to look up, Blaine would be walking side by side with him, his hand comfortably on Kurt’s lower back. They’d walk each other to their separate classes and then sit by each other at lunch. Blaine would probably always make it to Kurt’s locker first thing in the morning to kiss him when no one was looking. Maybe he would even kiss him when the hallway was crowded. Maybe Blaine would be popular, be a star player on the soccer team or even the football team. No one would mess with Kurt when Blaine was around. Then again, none of this could ever be real, but pretending is half the fun.
He goes into the choir room and is listening to Mr. Schue talk about sectionals and good morals, and he thinks he's half-assing it, so Kurt stops paying attention. In the middle of Finn and Rachel practicing their passionate and moving duet, he carefully closes his eyes to listen and...
He's dreaming that Blaine and he are at the mall, picking out new shirts for Blaine because he no longer has to wear the stupid Dalton uniform. It's after graduation, and Blaine's decided he's stable enough to not need to go to the college that's expected of Dalton students to go to. Blaine's going to regular college, with Kurt in New York, and they're holding hands, displaying their love for everyone in the mall to see.
They go into H&M and Kurt's giggling, amusing himself with picking out Blaine ugly shirts to try on until he gets serious, and no, Blaine will not even be thinking about getting the pink and orange striped hoodie.
The scene changes, and now they're back at Kurt's house, but really, it's the room that Blaine has just merely described living in at his aunt's old house. It's dark in the room and it's cold, but Blaine's warm up against him, and they're grinding on each other as they make out. Blaine takes his shirt off and lets Kurt map out his torso with his hands until Blaine decides it's Kurt's turn to take his top off, and then they're just in need of a lack of pants.
Kurt doesn't feel it's finally going to happen, it's going to. They're both exposed to each other under the sheets, and Kurt's back is arching off the bed as Blaine's slow rhythm is speeding up. He feels Blaine kissing his neck, reminding himself that letting Blaine bite him would probably make Blaine come, and that thought alone does things to him.
He wakes up as Mercedes is shaking his shoulder to wake up. His head snaps up and he leans forward, quickly repeating "What? What? What?"
She laughs and tells him rehearsal's over early since Rachel and Quinn both stormed out of the room. Kurt just stares at the floor for a minute before looking up at her. "Oh, neat. Thanks. Good to hear."
Wow.
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"You did what?"
Blaine's on the phone with Kurt the next night. He's trying not to let on to how amazing it was to taste human blood again and not have to feel guilty about it. He had stopped himself--a controlled beast.
They talk about how Blaine shouldn't start doing this, it could get out of hand, but Blaine says it's nice to have someone that is fine with him feeding. There's no possible way he can hurt Jeff. There's never been an opportunity like this before.
Kurt shakes his head and can’t think of anything nice to say. He stares down at his knees on his bed and speaks softly. “You could have asked me, you know. …I’d let you.” I would, I would, I would.
Blaine stares up at the ceiling in his room at Dalton and closes his eyes. Why would Kurt say that?
“No, Kurt. I don’t want you to let me. Ever. Okay?”
Kurt frowns, knowing he was going to say that. “Well, just because Jeff heals doesn’t mean it’s not hurting him. You really just shouldn’t.”
Blaine glares back at the ceiling. “I know.”
“…I’m sorry, Blaine. No, you know what? No. You deserve to get what you want. And hey, Jeff’s single, right? He probably likes you. You should go for him.” Kurt feels his stomach tightening and he thinks he’d feel just a bit better if he were to puke, cry, or die. Probably dying would be the best option of the three if Blaine ever started dating anyone. Though, Kurt’s realizing that he’s being selfish. Blaine really does deserve to be happy. He deserves to not have to hide who he is, and he deserves to have sex and be able to bite someone in the middle of a lustful passion. Dammit.
Blaine sighs. “Yeah, but Jeff’s weird, I don’t know. He liked getting bitten, and I mean, that’s cool for me or whatever, but how many people have a biting fetish? I don’t want to get myself into that kind of situation…”
Kurt laughs softly, inwardly feeling relief wash over him. "...Are you serious? Have you seen or heard movie theaters when the Twilight films are playing? People go batshit. …No sort of pun intended."
Blaine sighs again into the phone, squishing his pillow further with his head. “I don’t know. I guess we’ll see. I’ll talk to you later though, okay? I’m going to do homework.”
“Alright. Goodnight. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
As soon as he hangs up, Blaine hears Jeff knocking at the door. He can smell his scent, so yeah, it’s definitely Jeff. Shit.
“Come in. It’s unlocked,” Blaine says quietly, trying not to wake up Thad. It’s only ten o’clock at night, but Thad likes to think he needs sleep anyway, even though vampires don’t really need to sleep. So, even though Thad thinks he’s a badass vampire, he still follows a pretty human schedule.
Jeff slowly closes the door, silently making his way over to Blaine’s bed where he lies down close to him. “Hey,” he whispers. Blaine can see from the moonlight coming through the window that Jeff’s neck is fine with only a small bandage on it now, and even though he just told Kurt on the phone that he doesn’t want to try anything with Jeff again, he feels now that he could. He could--there’s an option to make.
“How are you feeling?” Blaine whispers back, trying to remember that he shouldn’t scoot any closer to the blonde.
However, Jeff’s the one to scoot closer, staring back at him with what Blaine assumes are lust-filled eyes. “I’m feeling…” Jeff’s hand slides down Blaine’s lower torso, resting itself on Blaine’s crotch and pressing hard. He takes the bandage off and puts his hand on Blaine’s hip, slowly motioning Blaine to get on top of him.
Blaine’s never been in this kind of situation. He’s been on top of Kurt before, but he’s always known that he could never go any further. If Jeff wants to right now, there’s a possibility he might. Again, there’s a choice to make.
He gets on top of Jeff and lightly presses against him when Jeff wraps a leg around him tightly. “It hurts, but if you want to, I won’t stop you. It’ll heal before we fall asleep.”
Blaine’s really glad that Jeff probably can’t hear how fast his heart is beating. He wants to kiss, wants to have sex, and wants to touch and be touched. The only problem is, Jeff’s not Kurt. Blaine would only want Jeff to bite, and even though he thinks he’ll never allow himself to do any of the other things with Kurt, he’d rather live life as a virgin than ever somehow feel like he was cheating.
He bites his lip and looks down at Jeff, his palms pressing into the sheets. “…I can’t do anything with you. I’m sorry. I want to, but I can’t.”
He really wants to, he’s imagining himself draining Jeff's blood completely, pounding into him and getting to feel things he’s never felt before, but then he thinks it wouldn’t be fair.
Blaine’s not sure if he cares more about whether it wouldn’t be fair to Jeff for having to feel pain instead of pleasure or whether it wouldn’t feel right for him to do anything without Kurt. However, in his head he knows Jeff wouldn't die. He can't; he's immortal. Blaine's never killed anyone. Why can't he have some fun for once? For fuck's sake.
He bites his lip again and rubs his thumb over Jeff’s collarbone. “Wait, are you sure you’re cool with it?”
Jeff smirks and lifts his shirt off, throwing it off the bed. “Whatever you want,” he whispers back, leaning off the mattress to grab onto the hem of Blaine’s shirt. He lifts his shirt off so they’re both shirtless, and he tells Blaine to do whatever he wants, because he’s hot and dangerous and he him Blaine to feel comfortable with who he is. “Don’t think you have to hold back anymore. I want to give you something for being such a good friend.”
Blaine knows Jeff’s just trying to turn him on, that he wouldn’t naturally thank Blaine at a time like this for being ‘such a good friend’, but he goes with it, because he just wants.
Before Blaine can even bend his head to reach Jeff’s neck, Thad wakes up and throws a pillow at the wall. "Dude, you guys... Blaine, Jeff, don't you dare fuck. I have an exam in the morning, and I’m going to kill both of you if I get anything less than a B+ on it."
Jeff looks at Blaine and giggles quietly, reaching up to thread his fingers in his hair and kiss his cheek. “Come on, this will be fun.” Blaine smiles and holds Jeff’s hips hesitantly, still thinking this probably isn’t a good idea, especially now that Thad’s awake.
Suddenly, he thinks about what Kurt would look like when he tells him in person that he had sex with Jeff. He’d be heartbroken. Most of all, he’d probably fake a smile and tell him Jeff’s a lucky guy or something equally heart-wrenching and untrue. He watches Jeff unzip his pants for him and try tugging them down, but Blaine sighs and gets off him. “Jeff, um. Shit. …I can’t. I’m sorry. I really can’t with you, I’m sorry.”
Jeff moves his hands away and stares back at him sadly, moving to lie on his side next to Blaine. "What if I just do things to you? Would that be okay?”
Blaine shakes his head and looks away. “No, I’m sorry.”
“All right, it’s okay.” Jeff sighs and looks away from him. “I just watched the first two seasons of Buffy last month is all. And you're really hot, and I wanted you to be my first, because then I could relate to the show better, I guess. I don’t know. …Wait, would you turn evil if we slept together?"
Blaine looks at him like he’s insane. "This is real life, Jeff. Last night it felt right to just let you die, even though in reality you wouldn't anyway. I wasn't going to stop, and then Kurt texted me and I didn't want to disappoint him. That was my reasoning process. It's not healthy in the slightest."
Jeff glares at him and puts his bandage back on. "I could tell on you for sneaking out, you know. I'm serious, Blaine."
Thad chucks another pillow, but this time it hits the back of Blaine’s head. "I said I'm going to kill you both. Shut the hell up and let me sleep."
Blaine stares at Jeff, ignoring Thad’s threat. "...You wouldn't."
Jeff lifts his hand to stroke Blaine’s arm. "Seeing Kurt is bad. Maybe if you get used to doing this with me, you'll know your limits better."
"I'm not going to stop seeing him. Even if you tell on me for sneaking out every once in a fucking while, I'll just leave and take him with me."
Jeff takes his hand off Blaine’s arm and sits up on the bed. "Possessive much? And hey, I'm not going to tell, all right? …Just perform sexual things with me and suck my blood."
Blaine chucks the pillow that Thad threw at his dresser. "What? No! I'm saving myself for somebody, thank you."
Suddenly, Thad's standing over them with a deranged look. "You're dying. Now.” However, before he makes a move to hurt anyone, he tilts his head and stares at Blaine curiously. “…Blaine, you’re a virgin? What the fuck?”
Blaine blushes and sits up on the bed away from Jeff. "I can't have sex with Kurt! I'll kill him!"
Jeff giggles and goes to rub Blaine's chest. "Yeah, with hot sex..."
Thad looks at Blaine curiously again, but this time with a look that makes Blaine feel uneasy. "You really love him, don't you?"
He stares at Thad and decides not to nod back or say anything that would hopefully give any indication.
However, he has a feeling Thad already knows the answer.
~*~
Blaine hasn’t come by Kurt’s house in a few days. Kurt’s been spending most of the night awake just waiting to see if Blaine will ever come by. He tries to think about what he last said to him, thinking that maybe he hurt Blaine’s feelings when he said that he shouldn’t try anything with Jeff.
Maybe he should have just left his jealousy aside and thought about what would have been best for Blaine. If Jeff really doesn’t mind getting bitten, he could be a great match for him. Blaine wouldn’t have to worry about severely injuring someone. Maybe he could feel free finally.
Sometimes, Kurt wishes he had never met Blaine, but if he hadn’t, he has a feeling Blaine would have been stuck at his aunt’s house, never feeling loved or understood by anyone. Blaine is everything to Kurt, and if Jeff wants to become a part of Blaine’s everything, then maybe Kurt can make room, too.
He just wishes Blaine would come by soon to tell him about his blossoming relationship with the obnoxious immortal kid.
Why couldn’t the world have made Kurt immortal? It would have solved a lot of problems. Or just one major one. His thoughts are interrupted when he hears the front door ring. As he practically runs down the stairs, he’s hoping that Blaine just decided to use the front door for a change, but then he’s greeted by two strange guys.
One has bright blond hair and a stupid smile, so Kurt assumes it’s Jeff. He hasn’t seen him since they were friends on the playground back in elementary school, but he hasn’t changed much. He doesn’t know the other boy, though. He’s guessing it’s another one of Blaine’s friends from Dalton, so it’s either Thad or David.
“I’m definitely not Thad,” the boy that’s apparently David says.
Kurt nods slightly, looking them both over before he speaks. “Ah, David, the nosy mind reader.”
David blushes softly and nods. “It’s nice to finally meet you. We hear a lot about you.”
“Apparently, since you know where I live.”
David clasps his hands together, deciding to get right to the point. “Blaine’s been thinking about you a lot more this past year, and I understand that it’s getting out of hand for you, too. Maybe more emotionally than physically?”
Kurt blushes and goes further back into his house. “Well, yeah, I guess. Don’t you already know my answer? …Are you guys coming in or no?”
Jeff bites his lip, looks over at David for a moment and then back at Kurt. “Look, Kurt, I’m sorry. I know I don’t like Blaine as much as you probably do, but we’re just trying to look out for him. And you.”
Kurt sighs and decides to step outside and close the door so his dad doesn’t come out to see who’s here. “Look, at eight years old, I maybe didn't understand the concept of killing people and vampires as well as I do now, but I was willing to accept Blaine for who he was then, and I still am."
"You mean what he is,” David says.
Kurt glares. "Blaine has no what about him. It doesn't matter if he's a vampire or a human or a mix of both, he's Blaine. Whatever powers you guys have... You don't know him like I do. I'm sorry, but you don’t."
David stares back. "I know."
Kurt raises an eyebrow and nods softly. “…Well, good.”
David starts turning around to walk away from Kurt’s house, but before he does, he adds "...he's just missing from school and he's too far for me to read him properly. We thought you’d know a place he might be, but I guess not."
What?
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Kurt's sitting in his room eating crackers until he hears a tap at his window and jumps up. He goes over to the window. It's not Blaine. The boy that isn't Blaine laughs and puts his face against the window so Kurt can hear him speak. "I'm Thad, Blaine's friend from school. Sorry to scare you."
Kurt goes over to the window and opens it, not really wanting to, but he'd feel awkward for not letting in one of Blaine's friends. "Oh, you didn't scare me, it's okay."
Thad comes in, dressed in a black leather coat and dark jeans. He smirks. "So you're the infamous Kurt..."
Kurt shrugs. "Eh, not infamous... Not famous, either. Just Kurt." He stares at him, seeing the way Thad's looking back. He decides to play dumb. "Are you a vampire, too?"
Thad smirks. "Why? Do I remind you of someone?"
Kurt doesn't like this. Really, from what he’s heard about this kid, he doesn’t have time for him. "...Sorry, but why'd you come over? Blaine's not here. We’re not exactly pals, you and I."
The darker haired boy comes over to him, circling him slowly like Kurt’s some sort of prey. "Yeah, but Blaine talks an awful lot about you to us Dalton guys, and I feel like I already know you so well..."
Kurt turns his head to the side while Thad's standing behind him. "Well, sorry, but you don't."
"Mmm, but Blaine does. Why isn't he here to protect you?"
Kurt's jaw clenches. Oh, fuck my life. He sighs as calmly as he can muster. “Are we really going to play this game? You're going to scare me until you decide to suck my blood and kill me? Really? ...Aren't you supposed to be learning to not do that?"
Thad laughs a little and stands closely behind him, putting his hand on Kurt's hip. "I love that you can talk so bravely when I can feel how scared you are... Must be what Blaine loves about you so much. You are a pretty sexy virgin…"
Kurt smiles to himself and leans against Thad further. "Mmm. You're so cool for knowing that I feel threatened by a person that obviously has more of a physical strength advantage than I do..."
Thad pushes him away and growls. "Shut the fuck up. Don't try to put a fucking move on me. I'm here to kill you."
Kurt quickly gets on his bed and folds his legs as he sits up straight. "No, you're not. I don't want to be killed today. Go back to Dull-ton and leave Blaine alone, because he's told me all about you, and apparently, you're quiet the dick, Thadeous."
Thad comes over to him and puts a hand on his neck, adding pressure as he stares him over curiously. Suddenly, he backs away. "...Blaine's in the closet, isn't he?"
Kurt nods as Blaine barges out of the closet and goes over to Thad, pulling him into a headlock and dragging him away from the bed. He pushes him to the floor and stands over him with a death glare. "Why the fuck do you think it's okay to come over here and threaten my best friend, huh?"
Thad quickly scoots to the wall and pulls himself up, his wide eyes never leaving Blaine. "I'm just trying to help you..."
Blaine glares at him as Kurt smirks and stands behind Blaine cheerfully. "I'm done having you guys help me."
He never would have expected Thad to go out of his way to make him miserable-oh, wait. No, that’s definitely something he would do.
Thad starts walking over to the window, keeping his back to the wall so he can keep an eye on Blaine. "But you're going to hurt him, you know, sooner or later..."
Kurt scoffs and leans his head on Blaine's shoulder from behind to prove his point that he feels Blaine’s harmless to him. "You're so right, Thad lad, because killing me would obviously prevent Blaine from hurting me... Makes perfect sense."
"Thad, leave. And you're not telling anyone where I am tonight or I'll make sure the staff finds out you were going to kill a human. I'll be back in the morning. I just needed a break from all you assholes."
As he crawls out the window, he clutches the surrounding brick to look back into Kurt’s room with a glare. "I hope he kills you" are the last words uttered.
Blaine turns around slowly to look at Kurt. "I'm so sorry, he's insane; they're all insane..."
Kurt giggles and wraps his arms around Blaine's neck, leaning into him with a smile. "Good thing you have me to keep you sane then."
Blaine shakes his head and pecks Kurt on the lips before leaning his head back to smile. He feels his stomach doing weird flip flops when Kurt’s leaning his face closer to him as soon as he pulls away. "No, you drive me crazy...” He bites his lip and then slowly lets his hand drift to Kurt’s side. “...In a good way.”
Kurt just stares at him for a moment, looking over his friend’s smile and into the softness of his eyes. There’s no way that this boy, this man, could ever hurt him. Blaine’s kinder than any human could ever be. He gets closer and kisses him. They stay like this for a few moments, just feeling each other's lips pressed together. It feels like it’s the only thing that’s right in the world, the only thing that fits and makes sense to do. Blaine slowly parts Kurt’s lips with his tongue, and soon they’re kissing harder, pressing even closer together. He can feel Kurt grabbing his hand, leading him over to the light switch so Kurt can reach his other hand out to turn it off without breaking away from Blaine.
Something about moving around Kurt’s room in the dark makes Blaine feel anxious. He wants to get Kurt on his bed, wants to feel him under him, and wants to feel them moving together. Both of them smirk when Kurt leads them back over to his bed, Kurt pushing Blaine up against the headboard so he can straddle his waist. He puts his hands on Blaine’s shoulders as the other boy places his hands on Kurt’s hips.
“Are you sure you want to do this now?” Blaine asks quietly.
Kurt starts lightly grinding down on him, biting his lip and nods. "Mmm, yeah."
All right, then.
Blaine lifts his shirt off, and then looks to Kurt to do the same. After Kurt gets his shirt off, he climbs off Blaine for a minute to unzip his pants and to fold them on the chair nearby.
Blaine smirks and stares at Kurt as he climbs back on top of him. “You had to fold them? Really?”
Kurt glares at him when he’s back in his lap, blushing slightly and resting his hands on Blaine’s shoulders. “Shut up. In the morning, I don’t have to worry about spiders getting in them.”
Blaine smirks and puts a hand on Kurt's lower back, pulling him closer. "Oh, so spiders are the scariest things you have to worry about? Nothing else?"
Kurt stifles a moan as he feels Blaine grind harder up on him. He tries to lean his forehead on Blaine's shoulder but then has to sit back up to be able to grind back down on him with the same force. "N-No, losing you would be the scariest." A soft moan escapes Blaine when Kurt’s hands drift down his torso to rub him through his jeans. “Take these off, please and thank you."
He gets off him again to get under the covers as Blaine takes his pants off and goes a step further by taking his boxers off, too, before joining Kurt under them. Kurt gasps when he touches Blaine's bare thigh. "You're naked."
Blaine laughs quietly and nods, kissing Kurt's lips. "Yeah."
Feeling like he needs to be completely naked now that Blaine is, Kurt huffs and pulls back to take his boxer briefs off.
"You're not going to fold those, too, are you?" Blaine teases.
"No. luckily for you, I’m too self-conscious to get up and expose myself this way," Kurt says, gripping the blanket sheet up to his chin to prove his point that Blaine will not be able to fully see him naked tonight, off the bed, anyway.
Blaine smiles and gently tries to pull the covers back to which Kurt protests by gripping onto them tighter. He waits a few moments before he realizes that Kurt’s white knuckles won’t be giving up the fight. “Why won’t you let me see you?” Blaine asks softly, taking his hand off the blanket.
Kurt bites his lip and looks away before he stares at Blaine’s hair. “You’ll leave. …You’ll leave and I’ll still be naked here, by myself, and then you won’t come back for days because you’ll have freaked yourself out about possibly feeling good for a change.” He watches as the smile on Blaine’s face slowly fades. He feels Blaine’s thumb rub against his hip as he thinks what to say back to him.
It’s true, though. What’s not to say that he’ll go and leave Kurt sexually frustrated? It’s a great possibility. It wouldn’t be the first time.
"You're beautiful, Kurt. But you’re right…” Blaine pauses as he sees Kurt’s eyes fall to the sheet in front of him, a look of ‘I knew it’ on his face. Maybe tonight Blaine can prove him wrong. “…You’re right about a lot of things. Maybe you’re so right, that you’re--” He scoots himself closer to Kurt under the covers and reaches around to find his hand so he can hold it. “Maybe you’re right about us; maybe you’re right for me.”
Kurt bites his lip and smiles as Blaine leans in to kiss him. It quickly turns into a harder kiss; they let their hands roam each other’s bodies as their tongues do the rest of the talking. Kurt wraps his hand gently around Blaine's cock and smirks as Blaine leans into the touch. "...I've wanted to do this for a really long time."
Blaine would prefer they stop talking, but he would never in a million years wish to not hear Kurt's voice. He guesses, anyway. "Then don't wait any longer..."
Normally, Kurt would feel the need to scoff at Blaine’s lame comment, but he really has waited to do this for a really long time, so instead of teasing him, Kurt’s hand slowly starts moving over Blaine’s cock, feeling how thick it is and feeling him get harder after every stroke.
“You can go faster if you want, or um… Never mind.”
Kurt starts pumping him harder with his hand. “No, what?”
Blaine shakily takes Kurt’s hand off, sighing softly. “I was going to say, if you wanted to um, put your mouth on it, but I already feel like I’m going to come, so that’s not a good idea.”
Even in the dark, Kurt can tell Blaine’s blushing, and even though he’s already made it awkward enough for the both of them, Kurt still feels very much like he wants to try sex. Try, because there’s still that bit of doubt that’s resting in the back of his mind that says Blaine will fling himself through the window before Kurt’s ever able to lose his virginity. “Well, if you do, then maybe we should just try something else.” He presses his thigh to Blaine’s hard-on, biting his lip as Blaine shifts himself so Kurt can’t feel it there.
He most certainly wanted to feel it. Stop blocking me from your cock.
“Something else? Like what?”
Kurt bites his lip and slowly turns around, reaching behind himself to rest his hand on Blaine’s lower back, wanting the other boy to press against him. Blaine complies, and when Kurt presses his ass against his cock and it’s so close to going someplace that Blaine’s embarrassingly only dreamed of, he’s gone. Gone-gone. However, not in a way he would previously expected to be gone.
He starts grinding hard into Kurt’s ass, gripping his hip tightly and concentrating on getting himself harder. He’s kissing down Kurt’s neck, feeling the other boy pressing further into him and moaning softly. He knows it’s time. “Do you want to?” Blaine says at almost normal volume, freaking himself out for a moment for speaking louder than he intended. He’s just not thinking clearly anymore. This is finally happening. All Kurt does is nod, but then he’s quickly leaning away from Blaine and digging his hand around in his bedside table drawer.
No way. Kurt’s been prepared for this?
Kurt turns his head slightly, smiling when he feels Blaine’s chin on his shoulder. “Well, um, ever since that one time you came over and it seemed like we were going to… I went out and bought some things.”
Blaine laughs when he sees that Kurt bought condoms and lube. It’s just that it’s Kurt-Kurt and sexual things don’t go hand and hand. Though, no, Blaine thinks. Kurt and sexual things go very well together. In fact, they were made for each other. It’s a new proven fact. “I’m impressed.”
Kurt rolls his eyes and leans back into him. “Come on, no more talking time. Please.”
Blaine complies by rolling the condom on and slicking some of the lube on his fingers. He leans up against him and smirks as he kisses Kurt’s shoulder blade. “You don’t want to talk to me? Why not, huh? Something preoccupying your thoughts?”
Kurt feels a finger pressing into him slowly, and biting his lip is all he can do to not arch back, forward, ninety-four degrees to the side, or fuck, after he feels a second and then a third finger pressing in.
His head presses into the pillow and his hand goes out to clutch the bed. “God, your cock can’t be this big. Hurry up, please.”
“Does it hurt?” Blaine asks softly, but Kurt can feel his smirk against his neck again. He’s teasing, and there is no reason for it. Absolutely none. It does hurt, but he wants Blaine before he can’t have him. In case he decides to leave for some god awful reason.
When Kurt nods his head into the pillow slightly, Blaine rubs his thigh and leans his head down to kiss his neck. Kurt shivers when his lips part and he starts sucking hard. Kurt’s so concentrated on feeling Blaine’s teeth being this close to a vampire favorite spot that he almost forgets that Blaine’s fingers are still pressing into him. Almost. He presses against him when he feels his fingers leave, feeling the tip of Blaine’s hard cock at his entrance. This is really going to happen. Blaine was just sucking on his neck and he didn’t try to bite him. Kurt thinks he might have a better chance if Blaine’s getting something out of this, too. “I want you, now,” he hisses.
Blaine moans softly as he slowly presses into him, gripping Kurt’s hip harder and leaning his torso against his back. “Hey, I was supposed to say that,” he growls. The fact that Blaine’s a vampire and the growling could mean more than just a sexual noise doesn’t register to Kurt. All he hears and feels is Blaine finally wanting him. Kurt’s more than happy to give.
He feels his rhythm getting harder, and it hurts, but it feels so good, he doesn’t care. He wants Blaine inside him, always and forever, and especially when their legs are tangling together and Blaine’s hands are on him does he finally feel something. He feels warm and electric and free to feel any way he wants. It’s intoxicating.
Blaine’s hand wraps around Kurt’s cock, trying to figure out if it’s easy to get him off at the same time as concentrating on his rhythm, but then feeling Blaine’s hand on him is too much for Kurt to be feeling, so he moves his hand away to do it himself. He doesn’t want to come before Blaine does.
Kurt wishes he could see him, watch as he bucks his hips and has his mouth slightly hang open. He’s wondering if he’s going to bite him, but Blaine hasn’t pulled away yet. Maybe he won’t. He’s got to at least be thinking about it though, right? He tilts his head ever so slightly to see if Blaine will even notice that his neck is right there.
Bite me, dammit.
Blaine leans his head down breathlessly to kiss his neck, smiling up by his ear when he hears Kurt moan softly. “You’re perfect.” Normally, Kurt would be blushing and as happy as a blossoming peach tree, but no. Why isn’t Blaine acting like a vampire?
What the hell? Take my life, why don’t you? Am I not cool enough to be bitten anymore?
With a few more thrusts, Blaine’s moans get louder, his eyes shut tightly, and it brings Kurt to his edge knowing that Blaine’s coming inside of him. He speeds up his hand motions and soon they’re lying side by side, slowly coming down from the euphoria.
Blaine kisses Kurt’s shoulder after he wraps an arm around him to pull him closer. “That was…”
“Fuck. Every night. For the rest of life.”
Blaine laughs and leans his head against Kurt's. "I can't come here every night, Kurt..."
Oh, but you will…
Even though he doesn’t want to ruin the moment, Kurt can’t help but think about the lack of biting that happened. The entire reason they never tried having sex sooner was because Blaine was afraid he’d bite him and then not stop sucking blood, but he didn’t even try.
Kurt clears his throat and then turns slightly to look at him. "Blaine... did you ever feel the need to like... bite me?"
He waits a really long time before getting a response, Blaine just stares off into space. "Oh my god."
"What?"
Blaine turns to look back at Kurt. "I didn't feel it once. I--oh my god. What? Really? Wait, no. I must have... I don't--"
Kurt leans up quickly and kisses him hard on the lips. He pulls back with a smirk. "See? We proved Thad wrong."
"...I proved me wrong."
Kurt smiles and looks at him thoughtfully. "Never me though, I always knew. I knew being a teenage boy was good for something. Looks like your vampire side can’t overpower your other urges. We may just be in luck.”
~*~
It's after graduation. After much deliberation, the board of Dalton Academy for Gifted Youngsters agreed to let Blaine officially graduate from their program (with the exception of ten year check-ups), concluding that he is stable enough to live out in the real world without their assistance.
Since Blaine’s case, many more students have been allowed to leave the program, but he was the first--the first to give hope to a generation of kids that don’t think that they belong. They can now, they have the opportunity to live freely and without the guilt that Dalton secretly gives them. That’s what Blaine wants to change. Kurt and he are both going to New York for school this upcoming fall. Blaine has plans to start his own school for kids that are as “gifted” as he is; only he’ll make sure they’re treated better and are understood more than he was at Dalton. Hopefully, it actually happens.
Right now, he’s enjoying a simple shopping trip to the mall with Kurt, because he can do that now without getting in trouble. He can spend the night over at Kurt’s whenever he wants without worrying about his “friends” sneaking in and trying to kill him. They worked all that out.
Thad found another vampire to annoy, and David is currently infatuated with an ex-senior member of the Warblers. As for Jeff, well…
Blaine pops his head out of the changing room at H&M and stares over at the bench Kurt is sitting on, waiting for him to try on the blue V-neck top. “Kurt! News! …Jeff just got laid by that Nick guy I was telling you about. I just got the text from David.”
Kurt looks up from his magazine confusedly. “Isn’t that the guy that attacked him in the park? And tried to kill him?”
Blaine nods and smiles. “Yep. And then he realized that Jeff wasn’t dying when he was sucking his blood, so I guess it was kind of love at first sight.”
The employee folding the clothes in the fitting room pretends not to be concerned with what they’re talking about. Kurt figures she’ll forget in a few minutes, anyway. “…Uh huh. I see. Well, whatever floats his boat, as long as he’s not floating his boat anywhere towards your boat, I’m fine.”
Blaine smiles and comes out of the changing room. “My boat will always be floating towards your boat.”
Kurt smirks and stands up, leaning into him as they kiss. “My boat will always be riding the same waves as yours…”
Blaine matches his smirk and pulls him closer. “You raise my sail better than anyone,” he whispers.
Kurt pushes him away, not forgetting to blush. “Buy the shirt, come on. We’ve got some uh-fuck it. I’m done using boat metaphors. I just want to sail the ship out of you right now.”
~*~
They're in their first year dorm, Dalton paying for most of the expenses in order to have Blaine stay close to the program even though he’s technically out of it. The only reason they care so much about their first “experiment” is because if Blaine, a dangerous vampire, can live in a normal society, then it’ll give Dalton a better name.
Looking out at the vast campus with plenty of people walking around on this Saturday afternoon, Blaine realizes he can’t always give Dalton a bad name. He wouldn’t be here without their help, without their money, but he still hates what the program made him feel like.
He feels awful. It’s just one of those days.
In the morning before class he was watching the news which told a story about a missing girl. Blaine doesn’t know who the girl is, doesn’t think he’s ever seen her in his life, but she reminds him of all the people he used to bite when he was younger. Even though it’s been over ten years now since he’s bitten a person (with the exception of Jeff last year), he still thinks back to all the mistakes that he’s made. All those people could have gone missing, too.
He never knew the names of the people he used to bite, he just remembers being hungry and needing the feelings to go away. He remembers coming home to his aunt’s house after sneaking out a few times and having her scold him. She didn’t come to his graduation, but she’s helping to pay for his room and board while Dalton just helps with the scholarship. They don’t talk much, but Blaine thinks she might feel a little guilty for how she treated him when he lived with her.
Sometimes, Blaine justifies the way his aunt treated him by blaming it on misunderstanding and fear from her part, but mostly, he just tries not to think about it. It’s an ever-going learning process that he’ll have to work on. On days like today though, he blames himself. There was a guy in one of his business classes that he really wanted to bite. It doesn’t happen much, but on days like today…
Kurt comes into the dorm after his second class of the day, stopping by to see if Blaine wants to go with him to the movies tonight. He sees that Blaine’s sitting on his bed with his head leaning down in such a way to let him know that Blaine’s in one of his moods.
“Blaine, sweetie, if you’re going to mope around all day, you should have let me known ahead of time. I would have just made plans to stay home and watch you instead of paying money to see a sad movie instead.”
Blaine leans into Kurt as soon as he wraps an arm around his waist, even though it doesn’t do much to help his frown. “…I just don’t feel like I’m out of Dalton yet. It hasn’t been that long, and I know eventually I’ll feel different about it, but I just don’t feel normal yet, Kurt. I can’t make any new friends unless I keep who I am to myself and you. No offense. It just sucks not being able to tell anyone else. …They don’t know what it feels like.”
Kurt listens quietly until he’s done talking like always, but now he just feels exhausted. Blaine’s been pretty good with being optimistic about the new transition, but sometimes, Kurt feels like yelling at him. Have you learned NOTHING in the past ten years?
He sighs and takes his arm off Blaine to sit sideways and stare at him. “Yeah, I know. I mean, sometimes I feel like everyone in my classes is just staring at me, trying to decide if I’m gay or not. And even though they probably don’t care, because this is New York and it’s college now… I feel like I’m trying to hide something that I shouldn’t even have to hide. I guess it’s still slightly different being a vampire, though. …It’s not exactly like there are human-vampire alliance meetings every Wednesday in the Gender and Sexuality Resource Center.”
Blaine laughs and looks up at Kurt with a calmer attitude. “Yeah, I’m gay and a vampire. Even if we eventually became residents of New York, I might still be screwed. Vampires will never be able to marry, especially in Ohio.”
Kurt sighs and rolls his eyes. “No, are you kidding me? Vampires will definitely be able to marry in Ohio before I can. They’ll do it just to spite me. Only me, too. Just watch.”
Blaine smirks and leans his face closer to his. “Well, hey, you know I’d just wait for you if that’s the case…”
Kurt smiles and kisses him quickly before standing up and going over to his messenger bag to get a textbook out. “Just relax, stop thinking about things you did when you were eight, Blaine, because I know that’s what you’re doing. You’re eight plus ten, now.”
Blaine goes back to frowning momentarily and sits up against the headboard of his bed. “Yeah, but like, at least at Dalton everyone knew what it felt to be really different. No one here knows what it feels like.”
Kurt stops what he’s doing and stares hard.
I have been with you since day one and you still don’t see that I understand?
He sighs and comes back over to the bed. “Wow, cool, you need to suck blood. You know what I need to do all the time? Go pee. Constantly. It sucks. I guess it’s cool that my need to urinate doesn't kill people, but I really think you're maybe thinking too much about it. Just be okay with yourself. Please? Can you do that for me?”
Blaine bites his lip and looks up. “For you, I can, yes.”
Kurt shakes his head, knowing that answer’s not good enough. “No, sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. You need to do it for you. You want to act more human? Then fine, don't forgive yourself for doing things you did when you weren’t even old enough to know how to write properly. It’s not like you killed anybody, you just needed something and took it without permission.
“That's like taking your sister's CD without asking and then scratching it and not being able to give it back. Completely the same thing, only you like really wanted to listen to this one song, so you had to take it.
“You're just a music junkie, Blaine. It's completely okay. Just stop caring about what happened and who thinks what and who you think you’re supposed to be. You’re never going to know that, so stop trying and just live for a while, alright? I’m sure we’ll make friends that are totally down with you being half-vampire, and if not, you could just get really drunk and yell it at a party and no one will think it’s true because you’ve been drinking. In any case, you have me, remember?”
Blaine looks at him like he’s insane, but slowly he smiles anyway. “How could I forget?”
Kurt sighs and plops down on the bed next to him. “I know, right? I’m hard to forget about.”
Blaine nods and wraps his arms around him, bringing him down on the bed so they’re lying instead of sitting. “You know, have I ever told you what drew me to you when we first met?”
Kurt shakes his head and leans it on Blaine’s chest. “Because I was incredibly good-looking even back then?”
Blaine gently pulls his head up to press his lips against Kurt’s. “Well, yes, that, and because you’re-“
Kurt kisses him again quickly, cutting off what he was going to say. Blaine stares down at him slightly confused.
“Because I’m perfect? The one for you? Hot as hell? Awesome in every sense of the word? …Yeah, I know, you don’t need to say it. I know that you think that. Thank you for loving me on a daily basis.”
Blaine smiles and leans in to kiss him again but pulls back before Kurt can deepen the kiss. “You know, it’s always baffled me how okay you were with me drinking blood. Like, it even seems gross to me.”
Kurt pulls his head back down to kiss him. “Yeah, I just always imagine you brushing your teeth ten times, using Listerine, and then drinking coffee like you always do. It seems effective and also a healthier habit to have than smoking, so that works out.”
“…Again with your outstanding ability to be okay with abnormal circumstances.”
Kurt pulls his head back for the last time, realizing that Blaine’s not in a kissing mood. This displeases me. “…Well, Blaine, I’m weird. If you haven’t figured that out by now, then I’m sorry. My name’s Kurt Hummel, my closest friend is also my boyfriend, not to mention a vampire, and my sense of humor is a bit out of the ordinary.”
Blaine smiles and buries his face in the crook of Kurt’s neck. “Yay.” He starts lightly blowing on his neck, causing the other boy to jerk away and laugh. “You’re right. So what if I am a vampire? I have the best friend in the world.”
Kurt’s about to give the look, but before he can, Blaine’s adding to his original words. “…Best friend in the world that I’m completely and utterly in love with, that is.”
Kurt nods and goes back to hugging him, knowing he truly means what he says, because Kurt himself means it with every fiber of his being. He wouldn’t want Blaine to be any other way.
Even if he was considered to be a “whole” vampire, Kurt doesn’t think Blaine would want to hurt anyone still, and that’s what kind of person he is, vampire or not. He loves Blaine, and he doesn’t think Blaine disapproves of him currently pulling him down for a kiss, either.
And this is what happiness feels like.
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