Kurt’s training was becoming more and more routine to him. He was adjusting well to his heightened sense’s, but the new strength was a bit difficult for him. Thad, his trainer, would have him start off his day with speed test. He would have Kurt start at one end of a football size area and then travel as fast as he could to the opposite side 100 yards away, but he also had to dodge projectiles flying at him from the ground, walls, and ceiling. At first he made it through with a few injuries, nothing real bad, and those healed in a few moments. Now he was able to make it from one side to the other and back without the faintest sign of effort.

“Kurt, I have to say, your Reflexes are far more advanced than someone else as young as you. Whomever your maker was, sure must have been powerful.”

His maker, no matter how hard he forced himself to remember, that was the one thing that was a complete blank. He knew every Vampire had a creator, and it was his creators job to teach him, but since he woke up here in House Sylvester 6 weeks ago, no one would let on that they knew who his maker was, only that he must be powerful. He continued on with his training, occasionally they had to stop to replace something he had broken, for instance the door that he opened a little too forceful. His strength was normal for a Fully capable Vampire, but unlike the others he just had learned to control it yet.

He had become extremely bored doing nothing but training and reading, so he asked Quinn if there was a task or something he could help with or do, She herself was Sue’s assistant, so why couldn’t he work in an office or mail room or something.

“ I think that would be a great idea Kurt, but I’m not sure exactly where to put you. Let me bring this up with Ms. Sylvester and see what she has in mind.” Quinn considered the boy one of her best friends now, it did get lonely here in the south and His smile always brightened up a room. She sat at her computer checking her email and was shocked to see she had a message from Santana Lopez.

“Wow, talk about blast from the past!” She opened the email and was pleasantly surprised by what she read.

QUIN!!!
WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN CHICA? BRITT AND I MISS YOU LIKE CRAZY. YOU STILL WORKING FOR THAT ICE BITCH? LOOK, I KNOW YOU COME TO THE STATES ONCE A MONTH TO TAKE CARE OF SYLVESTERS U.S. ACCOUNTS. LET US KNOW WHEN YOU COME IN AND WE CAN CHILL OUT LIKE OLD TIMES, JUST THE THREE OF US.

Quinn just smiled, she had missed her girlfriends dearly. She was due to be in Miami two days from now and quickly messaged Santana back to meet her there! The buzzer on her desk went off signaling that Sue wanted her so she made her way into the main office.

“Sir, you needed me?”

“Ah, Barbie. How’s Kurt adjusting to his new surroundings, hopefully your helping him settle.”

“I think he’s doing quite fine, it’s all still new to him so he’s a bit shy, but its showing progress. I was going to talk to you about something. He’s asked for a job or responsibility, something to keep his mind busy. He’s just about lost all his memories now, so he’s just looking for something to start new with.”

“ hmmm, sounds reasonable, what interest does he have?”

“Well that’s just it, he really doesn’t know. He loves music…ha-ha, and he loves boys. That’s’ for certain.”

“Ok, well give us some time to consider this and we’ll decide within the week.”

“Yes sir, also… He … ummm. Wanted me to ask you a question. Do you happen to know who his maker is?”

“That is a question my dear that as of right now, I cannot answer. But in time, he will know.”

Sue gestured for Quinn leave and she did so. She had worked too hard for her plans to be put on hold now. Kurt would simply have to trust her and wait. The facts were, Kurt was only a means to an end with her, he main Focus was on Anderson, she could care less about porcelain.

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Santana, Brittney and Quinn had met up a few days later in Miami. The three had spent time hanging on the beach under the moonlight discussing all they’ve been through in the past and more currently, what their thoughts on this new war was.

“ I don’t know how you girls do it, its scares me to death being out here knowing that at any point and time I could be attacked.”

“Meh you get used to. Britt and I have each other’s back no matter what, isn’t that right baby.”

“ I don’t car to much for your back tana, its boney, I much prefer your front, plus it’s really hard to scissor with your backs…” Brittney began to lay on the ground and try, without succeeding , to see how this process could be done differently…

“Oh my god Britt, I have missed you so much,.” Quinn just reached out and grabbed the girls in a huge hug. “ All I ever do is work and wait on Sue, well that’s not true, here lately I’ve been helping one of the new recruits to get settled, but that’s about it.”

“Sounds… .boring. Oh, the summits coming up. You going to have your little sex club again.”

Quinn blushed at the remark, she didn’t like for people knowing about that. Sue insisted on her guest being satisfied, so much so, that she started a group, the Cheerios. The sole responsibility of the Cheerios was to satisfy the needs, and I do mean all needs, that any guest may have. It consisted of both male and female members, so no matter the request they were always covered.

“Of course.. that’s it.” She stopped and smiled in surprise.

“What’s it?”

“I’ve been trying to decide on something for my new student to do, to keep busy. The cheerios is the answer..”

“tsk tsk Quinn, corrupting poor little vampires into sex crazed machines.”

“Oh hush up, if I remember correctly, you were once a Cheerio.”

Santana turned her head away very dramatically.

“I’m afraid you have me mistaken with some other Latin Goddess, I’d never do such a thing”

The girls just began giggling with each other’s and wrestling in the sand. They have been a few hundred years old but to anyone who didn’t know, they looked just like typical high school girls being silly.

“ Sue can be a real bitch sometimes but she’s not always bad. But I don’t know, here lately something else is going on. It’s like she’s keeping something from me, or rather, just not telling me everything, but not lying. Is Anderson like that?”

“More so here lately than usual. He’s still pretty bad messed up after the attack in New Orleans. I don’t think he’s ever going to move one past the death of his lover.”

“Yea I heard about that, how horrible that must be. Hopefully this will all end soon and everyone can go back to being happy again.”

“I hope your right girlie, but I’m afraid for our dear Blaine, things will never be the same.”

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The next two weeks leading up to the Summit were some of the funniest and most trying for Kurt. These Cheerio Idea was great, If he could bring someone satisfaction, whether it was physical or not made him feel better about himself. Almost like he was important to someone. Quinn taught him everything she knew about how to seduce men and please them. From the different techniques you can provide with your tongue, to the simple pleasure of your hand. Kurt was a fast learner….

Quinn told him that sex was just some casual thing meant to fulfill a purpose. Part of him didn’t believe this but, He trusted her and so he would go with what she said. She had taken him out shopping to fill his closet, and while they were out she had him fitted for his cheerios’ outfit.

“ Now let’s see how you look, come on out.”

Kurt stepped out of the dressing room and Quinn’s jaw hit the floor. The boy was absolutely stunning. He wore Tight Red Skinny Jeans, with Black platform shoes. He wore a Black sleeveless vest over his bare chest and on his fact he wore a mask. It was a simple mask, nothing special, but what caught her off guard was how blue his eyes were. There were like crystal! She was impressed to see that even though his body frame was slender, he was very well toned and showed signs of muscle outlines. His skin was flawless, and as white as the moon.

“For Fucks sake Kurt, Your hot!”

Kurt just blushed at these words. He looked in the mirror and couldn’t bring himself to see whatever it was she saw. He just saw a skinny little man with an odd outfit on, although these jeans really showed off everything below his waist, front and back. He stood there for a moment longer, something felt odd in him. Like this was wrong, no one should see him like this.. no one… except him, the man from his dreams. He quickly shook off his thoughts and went to change. The summit was tonight after all and he had to prepare.

“So you going to tell me now who it is I’m supposed to be entertaining with my wild ways tonight?”

“Well, Since your new and all. I’ll probably have you with one of the Councilmen’s Lt.’s. Maybe Dave Karofsky, I hear he likes em young and pretty.”

He stopped and stared at himself in the mirror a moment longer, now speaking only to himself.

“ You better be ready for me Karofsky, your world is about to get a little bit wilder!”

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Blaine and his Lt.’s had arrived at the SC earlier in the night. He hated these summits, they usually lasted for weeks with no resolve ever found. This one was to be no different he assumed.

“ Ugh, let’s just get this over and done with.” He said to Santana, Sam wasn’t allowed to come because he was merely a human so Santana had volunteered to be Blaine’s Assistant for the trip.

“ Blah blah, it’s not that bad. You only have to come down here what, once a decade. Could be a lot worse you know, Sue could have come to see us!”

The thought of having the summit in his territory brought chills to his spine. The last time that had happened was the great depression. Cooper didn’t stop complaining the entire time, Tina refused to leave the safety of her chambers and Sue… took it upon herself to walk the streets and cause even more pain and misery, like setting abandoned buildings on fire only to watch the squatters come running out.

“ Point taken. OH! Please tell me she’s not going to send more entertainers, and I use that word loosely, to my chambers tonight. I’m in no mood for play. Kurt is the only one who will ever share a bed with me, and if he truly his gone, then my chambers shall remain empty until my last day.”

“Blaine look, I know you love Kurt. I know part of you, prays daily that he is still alive out there somewhere., but the facts just don’t say that. We have the coroner’s report that he died, and then his body was sold to Organ sellers. To be bold, Kurt’s body is probably spread out all over the country by now in different bodies. You need to move on, He’s gone. We haven’t been able to find a single trace of him since he vanished. The chances of him being alive are slim to none. You need to loosen up a bit, maybe do you some good to get laid. God knows it’d help the rest of us.”

Blaine was furious! How dare she say these things about Kurt, He refused to believe that trash. But his mind did consider the possibilities many times over. Maybe Kurt was gone for good, if that was so he expected Sam to keep his word. But would it really be so bad if he spent some time with someone again. Not meaning sexually, but just to be reminded of what it was like to have Kurt, even if it was only brief.

Later that night, the Ritual for beginning the Summit had begun. In a large white marble room, sat a high rise upon a pedestal of steps. The pedestal was round and space equally apart were four Thrones, each facing the Center of the Circle. Around the Pedestal at the bottom of the steps sat the Lt.’s that had accompanied their lords to this meeting. All began Chanting together…

Fluere Sanguis Veteris

Proficiat Ad Aures Veritati

Nos Enim Electa Et

In Tenebris Regnemus

Each of the four leaders withdrew a blade from the inner sleeve of their robes. Holding the Daggers high and then bringing them down together slicing there wrist. Blood flowed from their hands into a Chalice that sat in front of them. They let the blood flow until the wounds healed on their own, in which four attendants, one of which was Santana, Retrieved the Chalice and Began to allow each of the spectating Vampires to drink from it. This ended the Ritual, the rest of the night would be followed with Festivities and entertainment.
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Kurt sat in the chambers with the other Cheerios, shaking a bit at the thought of what he was about to do. He didn’t know who Karofsky was but he knew what he must do to please the man. Before he got dressed and assembled with the others, Quinn had filled him in on a few last minute rules. Number one, No talking, they were there for pleasure only, not conversation. Two, they much do whatever there patron ask of them, as long as it doesn’t violate any of the rules. Three, under no circumstance were they to remove there Mask. Some of the Cheerios were from Minor Houses of Importance and it might be seen as an insult for one patron to get an entertainer of higher class than another. So everyone must remain equal.

“ Hey Kurt! Who they got you paired off with tonight?” Sebastian was not one of Kurt’s Favorite people. The boy was arrogant, cocky, and thought he was god’s gift to the mortal world. In the past two weeks while he was training for the Cheerios, he was force to rely on Sebastian for some things that Quinn couldn’t provide, such as sex between two men. Sebastian wanted to sleep with him, to show him firsthand what to do, but Kurt saw this as repulsive. Something about the kid was just not right in his book, so he assured the Cheerios that he could learn just as well from listening as he could from practicing.

“Dave Karofsky, whoever the hell that is.”

“ Ha, She gave you Dave. Wow what did you do to piss her off. Dave’s not attractive to look at and he’s not really packing much where it counts, if you get what I mean. Plus he can get a bit Violent, he likes to hit on them too. Who knows you might be the type to like a little rough play.”

“OH… ummm… who are you going to be with?”

“Tonight’s my night, I shall be with the extremely Hot, Blaine Anderson. Lord of House Anderson.”

“Wow, how did you get him in the toss up? He’s pretty important right?” Kurt knew the answer to the last part of his question. He had studied the History of the Houses in Power, He knew who Anderson was and where he came from, but wasn’t quite sure what the man looked like.

“ I have my ways, that’s all you need to know, now if you’ll excuse me.” With that said he strutted away, head held high. He wanted everyone to know that he was better than them. Blaine Anderson would be his plaything tonight. He had heard the rumors that some human had captured the man’s heart, and then that human had been murdered in the attack on New Orleans. Of course he didn’t care, He would just as easily kill the human himself, if he stood in the way of what he wanted.

Kurt just stood there, even more nervous than he was before. No one had told him this about Karofsky. Why would Quinn do this to him, he thought they were friends. He hunted her down in the gathering chambers to ask her why she had done this.

“Kurt, I don’t think those rumors about him hitting are true, he would never dare cross such lines in this House. Sue would have his spine as her golf club before it was done. As far as the rest of it goes, I have heard that he is lacking in certain area’s so I was kind of trying to make it easier for you, you know… since it’s your first time doing this, not saying you’re a virgin or anything.”

“ oh… ok… Actually I don’t know if I am or not to be honest. I don’t remember. I think Sebastian just wanted to screw with my mind some, he loves to torment me.”

Quinn grinned out the side of her face and pulled Kurt over to the Computer Screen on the wall. “ Well I have just the idea for a situation like this.”

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The party went on for hours, everyone seeming to enjoy themselves. After several drinks Blaine decided he would turn in for the night. As he was leaving the hall Santana Came running up to stop him.

“It’s too early to be calling it a night Gramps, so turn around and get your ass back on that floor. You owe me a dance anyway.”

“Not tonight Santana, I’d rather just go back to my chambers.”

Santana Grinned, and then bowed to her master overdramatically.

“As you wish my lord… Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. “ Then shooting him a wink as she walked off.

“Ah Hell, There had better not be a damn Cheerio in my room. Santana I warn you. I’m not in the mood.”

Blaine stormed out of the Large ball room and headed back to his chamber. As he reached the door he saw the message left for him from Quinn, head of the Cheerios.

My Lord Blaine, for you Entertainment tonight. We have provided you with one of our most promising entertainers… Sebastian.

Blaine entered the room, and found that the lights had been turned way down. He suddenly felt hands running down his sides to his hips. Slowly Caressing each inch of him abs. He went to stop the man and found himself not being able to. Had he really missed this physical contact so bad that he can’t bare himself to stop now, he had made a promise, no he had sworn an oath that none other than Kurt shall touch him. Kurt was gone now, and he was breaking his oath.

The man quickly spun him around and Blaine noticed he was slightly taller than himself. He pushed hard and Blaine fell back into a chair. He didn’t know what it was about this man but, he couldn’t bring himself to stop him. He noticed that there had been music playing this entire time, but he was too sidetracked to figure out what it was. The man began to dance for him, Blaine felt his cock twitch at the sight. He watched as the boy took his hands and slowly undid his vest, exposing his bare chest. Blaine sat up in his chair trying to allow his ever growing member to readjust itself to a better position. He couldn’t turn his head away as the boy slowly began to run his hands over his chest, stopping to ever so slightly twist his own nipple, biting his lower lip as he did so. He gesture for Blaine to stand up and before he realized what he was doing, he was up standing in front of the man. He slowly reached up to caress the boys cheek but the boy stopped him, smiling and shook his head no. He was not allowed to touch unless the boy said he could. Losing power like this set him off… He could feel the blood throbbing in his cock as it strained to be free of his pants. He began to breath somewhat heavily as the boy reached out and slowly undid Blaine’s shirt sliding it to the floor, taking his hands and gliding them over his defined chest and stomach.

Blaine could only stare at the ceiling, he was in ecstasy. This man had sent shivers down in the pit of his gut.
“mmmmm…”
Was all he could get out before he felt a warm mouth over his nipple. He felt the boys tongue flick at it and then slightly nibbled at it.

“Fuck….your good.”

This just fired the boy on to do more for him Patron. As he kissed Blaine’s Chest, slowly making his way from one side to the other, he allowed his hand to slide down the man’s stomach and resting it over his cock through his pants, squeezing It gently.

Blaine Began moaning and trembling at the boys touch. He reached out his hand to glide it across the boys back and suddenly he stopped and stepped away from the boy.

“Wait, stop.. I can’t do this, I’m sorry.”

The boy looked confused, Hurt even.

“I swore an oath that I wouldn’t allow this to ever happen again and I’m sorry. I love him too much to hurt him like this, even if he’s gone from this world. It’s not you though I promise, Its me.”

The boy began to sniffle some. He was truly hurt, he wasn’t expecting to be rejected. This was his night he thought, it should not have happened this way. He couldn’t stop himself from allowing tears to escape.

“Hey now, don’t cry. Look, I’m sorry ok. It’s just…..”

The entire room began to shake as things fell off the wall and shattered.

“ALERT!! ALERT!! We are Under attack. This is not a drill. Unknown forces have gathering on the surface above and are launching underground explosives near the city. We don’t believe they knew the exact location yet, but they will soon. We need all active militants to report to hanger at this time. All civilians are ordered to enter their vaults. We shall activate safety precautions and all vaults shall be lowered into the icepack until the assault is over.” The words were spoken calmly overheard and Blaine rushed out of the room, He felt bad for leaving the boy in the state he had, but this was more important. As he made his way down the hall however he couldn’t shake the memory of the boy standing there crying, tears running down his crystal blue eyes.,

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