Previously:

"Kurt?"

Kurt's attention turned back to Sam and he smiled at the worried expression that flitted across the blonds face. "I'm fine, really," he reassured him once again. "I just need to ask you kind of a...personal question."

Sam blinked before he put down the bag of chips he was holding. "Okay." he said simply, watching his friend closely. "Are you sure Blaine isn't being mean or something?" he pressed, brow furrowing when Kurt let out a frustrated sigh.

"No, Sam, I'm fine, just-are you gay?" he said quickly, closing his eyes when silence met his ears. He heard the human's heartbeat pick up and the loud swallow that followed afterwards.

"What?" Sam asked confusedly, looking away from Kurt's face quickly.

Kurt took in a deep breath, mentally chiding himself for speaking so fast. "I asked if you were gay." he said, slower and more articulate this time. He opened his eyes again when Sam's heart beat began to accelerate. "Sam...?" he asked, watching his friend's head dip down.

"If I said yes, would you lay off on the hair coloring?"
New Blood
With Old Friends Comes New Problems (Part 2)

Kurt swore that if his heart was still beating it would have stilled on the spot. “Wait…” he said, glancing from Sam’s face to the bird that now rested on his shoulder. “Really?” he asked, still in shock. Sure he had thought it when he had first met Sam, but after a few weeks of knowing him, and finding the taller teen with Quinn in the hallways of McKinley with their lips locked he had ruled the possibility out.

“Yeah.” Sam said quietly, running one of his hands through his hair, a look Kurt couldn’t quite recognize crossing his face.

‘What about Quinn, though?” Kurt asked, watching Sam’s face closely.

“I liked her, I really did.” Sam said, finally looking Kurt in the eye.

Kurt stared at Sam for a few seconds, watching the mix of confusion and worry cloud the other’s eyes. “Sam, are you sure?” he asked hesitantly, remembering exactly where he had found Sam’s hand on Quinn a few times. “Have you even-“

“No I haven’t, but I just know, okay?” Sam rushed out, shaking his head. “Maybe I’m not completely gay, or something but when I’m in the locker room and all of the guys are taking their shirts off, or running to the showers…I get those….thoughts.”

Kurt frowned, pulling one of the bar stools out before sitting down on top of it, crossing his legs as he continued to watch Sam. “Do you still like girls, Sam?”

“Yes, well, I think so?” Sam said his voice quiet. “That’s okay right, to like both genders?”

Kurt smiled slightly. “Who on earth ever told you it wasn’t?” he asked, shaking his head. “Sam, you may not even be gay…well bi, maybe you’re just curious about the other sex-“

“No Kurt, I’m more than curious.” Sam said quickly, face flushed.

Kurt watched his friend for a few more moments before asking another question. “Why didn’t you tell me when I asked then?”

Sam looked up from the counter to glance at Kurt, his cheeks turning a dark color of red. “I don’t know….I didn’t want anyone at McKinley to know at first, I didn’t even really know for myself then.” He paused, looking away from Kurt’s pale face. “Besides, not to be an insensitive jerk or anything, but you had it rough dude. I don’t think I could have handled half of what you went through just because you were publicly out.” He explained, frowning again when Kurt’s face fell.


"Kurt, I-"

"No, it's okay." Kurt interrupted, smiling sadly when Sam looked down at the island. "I understand." he continued when Sam finally lifted his head to meet his eyes again. "Really, I do." he assured the taller blond when the worried expression still hadn't left his face.

"Are you mad?" Sam asked quietly, staring at Kurt's face as he spoke. His fingers crunched around the bag of chips he was still holding nervously, causing Kurt to glance at it for a moment with a small tilt of his head.

"No." Kurt said when he had been able to focus on Sam once more. "I just wish you would have told me the truth, I could have helped." he said, glancing to his side when Pavarotti flew past. The small bird landed on the refrigerator, looking down on them as they continued to talk.

"Well I didn't think," Sam paused, looking away nervously before he continued. "Especially with the whole Karofsky thing..." he trailed off again, noticing how stiff Kurt's shoulders had become.


Kurt wanted to yell at that moment, he could feel it bubbling in the back of his throat as he clenched his fists at his side. Is that what all the Glee Club members remembered him by, hell the whole school?

Pavarotti tweeted softly once the top of the cookie jar next to him began to rattle slightly. "Better calm down, blood boy." he said, fluffing his feathers slightly before speaking again. "What has you so worked up anyways?" he asked, flying from his perch to land on Kurt's shoulder. He pressed his beak against the fledgling’s cheek, trying to calm him the only way he could.

Kurt closed his eyes, slowly shaking his head from side to side as he felt the rush of emotion slowly ebb away. Pavarotti was right; there was no sense in overreacting when it didn't matter. He would never have to talk to those kids again and would never have to be in the same location again if he so wished.

“Kurt?” Sam asked hesitantly, watching the vampire’s shoulders slowly unravel from their tensed position.

“Funny you should mention Dave.” Kurt said quickly, trying to change the subject from McKinley. “He’s in this school now.”

“What?” Sam asked alarmed, standing up straight. “How did he get here, didn’t he like drop out a year ago?” he asked. “I thought he had skipped town.”

“Me too,” Kurt said smiling slightly. “He just kind of appeared out of nowhere and a good-“

“Where is that bastard?” Sam huffed, quickly rolling up his sleeves and heading towards the open doorway. “I can’t believe he’s here, has you messed with you too much?” he asked.

“Whoa, what’s with him?” Pavarotti tweeted in alarm, flying above the blonds head.

“Sam, wait!” Kurt said quickly, jumping from his seat on the barstool to grab the taller teen’s arm. “Don’t.” he managed to get out, thankful when Sam stopped in his tracks to look back at him. “He’s different now.”

“Are you serious?” Sam asked, skeptical. “Dude, he was awful to you!” he yelled, ignoring the two girls as they entered Kurt and Blaine’s suite once again.

“What are you yelling about?” Rachel asked her brown eyes wide with curiosity.

“Who was horrible?” Mercedes asked quickly, worried for Kurt instantly when she saw the frazzled look upon his pale face.

“Karofsky!” Sam all but growled, looking back to Kurt who seemed to be trying to think of what to say.

“Look I know it seems weird but he really is a completely different person, I swear!” Kurt finally said, letting go of Sam’s arm when the blond seemed to have calmed down a bit.

“You mean the same person that left a year ago after that big blow up with his dad?” Mercedes asked with a raised brow.

“Kurt, are you sure..?” Rachel asked quietly. “Sam was right, he was downright horrible.” She said, giving the vampire a concerned look.

“Yes!” Kurt said, throwing his hands up in the air for a brief moment. “I think I would know, he saved my life, or my undead…whatever it is now!” he said in a frustrated sigh.

“Whoa, are you serious?” Mercedes asked, not wanting to believe it.

“But why would he?” Rachel asked, shrugging her shoulders when Kurt gave her an incredulous look. “Well, he just doesn’t seem like the type to have some sort of revelation.”

Kurt looked to all three of them, slowly being reminded of Jeff and Andrew who just couldn’t seem to get over the fact that Dave was a werewolf. They hated him just because of what he was, which he was trying to fix but to him was something very offensive. He understood how Karofsky used to be, and for a moment he began to think of how he would have felt if Karofsky hadn’t proven himself to him by saving him the other night. Would he judge and feel the same way as his friends and not believe that a person could change. A sick feeling pooled at the bottom of his stomach as he came to a conclusion. He wouldn’t have believed it either.

“I know it’s hard to believe but it really is the truth.” Kurt said instead of getting on to them about being closed minded, after all he would have done the same. Had being turned really affected his judgments and actions that much?

“If it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t be here, I actually owe him my life.” He confessed, smiling slightly when the two girls nodded slowly.

“So...He really isn’t a dick anymore?” Sam asked his voice light and slightly hopeful.

“No, he’s not.” Kurt said, relaxing a little when all three of them seemed to be on the same page now.

“Good.” Sam said, rolling his shoulders and stretching out his neck slightly.

“Anyways we have to tell you something Kurt.” Rachel said, Mercedes nodding along with her.

“Sure?” Kurt asked gesturing towards the living room where they all took seats on the plush furniture. “What’s wrong?” he asked, noticing the way Rachel worried her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Ever since you’ve been turned Puckerman has been acting really weird.” Mercedes began, smiling slightly when Kurt gave a soft snort of laughter.

“When is he not weird?” Kurt asked, flashing Sam a smile the taller boy let out a laugh.

“No Kurt like really weird, strange even.” Rachel continued for Mercedes, ignoring the girl’s aggravated look she shot her way.

“Why does that name sound so familiar?” Pavarotti tweeted softly, finding Kurt’s shoulder once again to perch upon. He clicked his beak a few times, ignoring the strange looks he received from the girls.

“Familiar?” Kurt asked, a little surprised, tilting his head slightly as he tried to remember a time he had ever said it around the feathery creature. “I don’t think I’ve ever brought Puck up before?” He finally said, his attention broke when Mercedes cellphone buzzed.

Kurt let out a puff of air in agitation when Pavarotti decided to ignore him. He looked back to the girls who were giving him odd looks. “What?” he asked, blinking in surprise when Rachel stood up, bending at her waist so that they were face to face. “Rachel..?” he asked, able to smell the minty toothpaste she had used earlier.

“How did you do that?” Rachel asked, staring into Kurt’s eyes in awe.

“What do you mean?” Kurt asked, slowly scooting away from Rachel’s face.

“You’re eyes just started to…glow?” Mercedes said from her seat on the couch opposite of him and Sam.

“Glow?” Kurt asked, brows knitting together in confusion. “Are you sure?” he asked, a strange tingle of worry crawling against his skin.

“I didn’t see them glow.” Sam said with a shrug, rolling his eyes when Mercedes’ scoffed at him.

“That’s because you weren’t looking at him a second ago!” Rachel said quickly, leaning closer to Kurt even as the vampire kept inching away from him.

“Maybe it was the lighting.” Kurt offered quickly, eyes narrowing when he heard Pavarotti chirp.

“You won’t be able to come up with excuses all the time,” Another laugh like chirp coming from the small bird, the creature taking flight only to perch upon the coffee table in front of Kurt.

“Oh now you speak.” Kurt thought snidely, really wishing Rachel would stop scrutinizing him. Kurt did need everyone know that his eyes could glow considering it was bad enough his other group of friends already knew.

Kurt was about to politely ask Rachel to stop crawling into his lap when a very loud noise interrupted the process. He jumped up, almost kneeing the short brunette in the chin in the process. It kept wailing and he quickly threw his hands over his ears, a soft hiss coming from his lips as the noise continued to grate on his eardrums.

~…Don’t rain on my Parade!...~

“Kurt, what the heck?” Mercedes asked, watching the panicked vampire with wide eyes. She had never seen him look that way. The loud growling and hissing wasn’t helping things either and it seemed like the vampire had just snapped.

Sam was about to say the same thing when he noticed what was wrong. Rachel’s phone was ringing out loudly, said girl fumbling as she tried to pull it from her purse. “It’s the noise!” he called out to them, hesitantly reaching out to touch Kurt’s shoulder.

Kurt closed his eyes as his teeth began to grind together. It was just so loud! He jumped again when he felt something on his shoulder and quickly turned to face it, another low growl leaving his chest.

“Kurt, hold on.” Sam said, taking a few steps back when Kurt continued to stare at him. It seemed like he was trying to focus but he didn’t think it was wise to stand too close to an aggravated vampire. You didn’t have to be a rocket scientist to deduce that at least, that and his once newly turned uncle had taught him a few things.

Suddenly the noise disappeared and Kurt took in a deep breath as he lowered his hands from his ears. He could still feel them aching as he glanced at his friends, a feeling of guilt overwhelming him. “I- You all know I would never hurt you.” He said in a rush, giving them a pleading look to understand. Unfortunately He now knew the difference between a fledgling proofed phone and a normal one.

“Well duh.” Sam said, giving Kurt his famous lopsided smile. “My uncle was the same way a few years ago.” He said with a shrug, reaching over with no fear to pat Kurt’s shoulder once again.

Kurt blinked, not wanting to believe that had actually forgotten that some of Sam’s family had been turned before. Of course he would understand. He smiled towards Sam thankfully before turning towards the girls, his heart sinking once he registered the looks of terror etched upon their faces.

“Guys,” Sam began once he too realized how quiet the other two were being, the looks on their faces really unnecessary in his opinion. “The most he would have done is destroy the phone, it’s not like he wanted to kill you.”

Kurt glanced at Sam, smiling slightly despite the situation. Leave it to one of his more simple friends to actually understand the complexity of what he was better than the people he thought he had been closer to. “He’s right I-“

“That was actually one of my Dad’s. They probably want me home, so we should probably start going home.” Rachel said quickly, she and Mercedes taking a few more steps back when Kurt tried to move towards them.

“Yeah, come on Sam.” Mercedes said, watching Kurt closely. She smiled despite the hammering heartbeat Kurt heard coming from her chest. “We love you Kurt, see you next time.” She said quickly, looking at Sam pointedly.

“We can’t go back yet, we almost got eaten by a pack of wolves and one little growl is going to scare you two away?” Sam asked surprised, shaking his head as the two girls kept moving towards the door.

“It’s okay Sam,” Kurt said quietly, looking at the ground. “We don’t want to worry Rachel’s parents.” He said, looking up with a fake smile. “I’ll walk you to the exit.” He said, frowning again when Mercedes and Rachel both shook their heads quickly.

“No it’s okay.” Mercedes said quickly, already putting one foot out of the door, Rachel right behind her. “Come on Sam.”

“I’ll walk with Kurt.” Sam said, slowly following the other two out into the hallway.

“Humans…scared little creatures. Don’t take it to heart; they know no better Kurt…” Pavarotti tweeted as he flew above their heads, heading for the west exit.

“But I acted like…like a monster.”

Kurt watched as the girls kept a good twenty feet between him and themselves, making him even more upset. He glanced to Sam when the taller blond sighed. “You don’t have to walk with me you know.” He said, glancing towards a few students once they entered one of the main hallways.

“Kurt you can’t help your natural instincts, you are by far cuddlier than a monster and you have Jeff and Andrew as proof.”

“I don’t know what their problem is, Kurt.” Sam said, ignoring what the vampire had said. “You’re the same person after all, just going to be a bit edgy for a few years.”

“Yeah…” Kurt said quietly, unconsciously wrapping his arms around himself loosely as they continued to walk down the hallway. He almost stopped when he saw Jeremiah in the corner of his eye, his and Sam’s earlier conversation resurfacing in his mind.

“Sam, wait.” Kurt said quickly, stopping him when they reached the exit. The girls began squabbling with the two guards at the door. They wouldn’t open it with any fledglings standing so close so with Kurt being there they refused, scowling down at the humans as they complained. While the girls argued Kurt tugged Sam out of earshot not knowing if he wanted them to know what they had been talking about earlier.

“Look, I don’t know how to tell you this…” he bit his bottom lip for a moment, trying to decide what to say. “I think Jeremiah might actually like you.” He said, sighing when that came out sounding like it was wrong for someone to like Sam. “What I mean is he might like you more than just friends and vampires are different when it comes to that.”


Sam gave him a confused look, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He continued to stare at Kurt until he understood. “He actually likes me?” Sam asked in an excited whisper.

Kurt blinked for a moment before nodding. “I think so, but Sam you really should be careful around him he hasn’t been the best person so far.” He said quickly. When the taller teen frowned Kurt shook his head. “I think…maybe it was all a misunderstanding, but still,” he paused, noticing a few people stopped further down the hallways to listen to the other two girls bicker. “He’s a vampire and even though you’ve met Blaine and have other vampires in your family, please promise me you won’t just follow him into a dark room somewhere.” Kurt pleaded.

“Oh yeah, that’s REALLY helping Jeremiah out.”

“Just shut up!” Kurt snapped, accidentally speaking out loud.

“I didn’t say anything though…?” Sam said, staring at Kurt with another confused expression.

Kurt sighed, reaching up to run little circles into his temples as he felt the beginnings of a headache forming. He must be hungry because normally he wasn’t this agitated. “Sorry, I was talking to-“ he paused. “Anyways just be cautious, okay?” he asked.

Sam grinned. “Sure thing.” he said, watching Kurt’s face closely before slowly extending his long arms. He laughed quietly when Kurt rolled his eyes, eventually walking into his hug. He held onto the vampire for a few more moments before letting him go. “Would it be okay if I came over this weekend?” he asked, glancing to the two girls who were staring like he had grown another head because of the hug he had just shared.

Kurt smiled at Sam, nodding after he thought about it for a moment. “I don’t see why not, I mean I don’t think Blaine will have a problem with it. I’ll text you when I have an answer.” He looked down the hallway to see Jeremiah watching them and frowned.

Sam followed Kurt’s gaze, feeling his face heat up for a second as he sent a smile towards the vampire that had saved him earlier. He looked back to Kurt when he felt the fledgling’s hand press against his own. “Yeah?”

“Promise me you will be careful.” Kurt whispered, grip tightening.

“I promise.” Same said, looking towards Jerimiah with one last smile before walking towards the girls.

“Bye Rachel, Mercedes.” Kurt said with a little wave, frowning when they hesitantly waved back. He slowly backed away from the guards, watching as the large doors slowly swung open to let the humans out. In that moment Kurt could smell the outside world; fresh cut grass, upturned earth, some sort of flowers all assaulted his senses at once. He yearned to run towards the door, to go outside where it smelled so different, but he knew he couldn’t. When the doors finally slammed shut again he sighed, almost jumping out of his skin when he noticed that Jeremiah had somehow appeared by his side.

“Did you tell him how horrible I was?” Jeremiah asked, longing to go after Sam. He glanced towards Kurt when the Fledglings shoulder brushed against his slightly.

“Not really, I should have though.” Kurt growled, glaring up at Jeremiah. “I swear if you hurt him-“

“I’m not going to.” Jeremiah cut Kurt off before he could finish his threat. “Why would anyone hurt someone like him?” he asked, ignoring the lifted brow he received in return.

“You really are the definition of whiplash, you know that?” Kurt grumbled, turning on his heel to head back towards his and Blaine’s rooms.

“What the heck did you do anyways?” Jeremiah asked as he followed Kurt, walking beside him once he caught up.

Kurt sighed really wishing the older vampire would leave him alone. He didn’t want to deal with him at the moment. “What do you mean?” he finally asked, noticing Jeremiah wasn’t going to stop following him no matter how fast or slow he walked. He had tried to lose him at least.

Jeremiah glanced up when he heard chirping and watched as Pavarotti dove down only to pull up at the last moment, playing his deaf defying game he loved so much. He had watched the bird play the same thing over and over throughout his years at Dalton and it seemed it would always unsettle him to watch him do so. “Those girls looked horrified.” He said, increasing his stride as Kurt did.

“Nothing, okay. Just leave me alone Jeremiah!” Kurt snapped, trying to lose the vampire again. The blond was relentless so eventually he gave up and began to walk in a normal pace once more.

“Apparently something happened,” Jeremiah hedged, grinning when a soft whine left the back of Kurt’s throat. He didn’t want to admit it, and would never do so out loud, but it was kind of cute sounding. “Why wasn’t Sam scared?”

Kurt rolled his eyes, running a hand through his styled for what seemed like the thousandth time that night. “Rachel’s phone went off and I guess I sort of had a vampiric-panic attack or something…” he grumbled ignoring a few students as they passed them. “I sort of growled, and maybe hissed a bit. Sam has a few vampires in his family so I guess he’s just used to it.”

“Oh.” Jeremiah said with a laugh shaking his head. He stopped outside Blaine’s door, watching as Kurt searched for his keys.

“See, I knew you would be a jerk about it.” Kurt mumbled, cursing softly when his phone fell on the floor. He bent down to pick it up, silently sending a prayer to the phone goddess that it hadn’t cracked do to the fact it had fallen on marble tile.

Jeremiah sighed. “Do you have to be so cynical with everything I do?” Jeremiah asked, watching the fledgling stand back up.

Kurt slowly turned the phone over in the palm of his right hand, thoroughly inspecting it for damage. He didn’t even look up to retort. “Gee I don’t know, you tend not to trust someone who almost got you killed for certain reasons.” He said, pushing his phone back into his pocket carefully turning towards his door.

Jeremiah growled softly in frustration before running a hand through his own hair. “Look, that shit happens.” He began shaking his head when Kurt gave him a skeptical look. “I mean it,” he continued, pausing for another moment of awkward silence to pass by. “Human friends…they come and go. Some accept what you change into, some don’t. You’re going to frighten some away, but the ones who know that it’s still you throughout the crazy stuff will stick around for the rest of their life span.”

Kurt stared at Jeremiah like he was studying a new creature for the first time. Was this self-absorbed, mean spirited and jealous vampire actually trying to be considerate? Nice even? He quickly shook his head, ridding it of the forgiving thoughts. He would not be fooled by fake kindness…if it was that. Jeremiah made it so hard to tell the difference. “Thanks I guess?” he said, putting the key into the door’s lock.

“Ugh, look.” Jeremiah snapped, patience running thin. “All I’m trying to say is don’t sweat it.” He toed the ground slightly, not looking directly at Kurt. “Humans age and die while we stay how we are now for the rest of eternity. So fuck the ones that abandon you, but keep your real friends close.” He stopped for a moment, slowly returning his gaze to Kurt’s face once more. “Enjoy them, you don’t have much time left to spend together. You’ll watch them hurt, suffer and even die, but they will never truly leave you.” He tapped his right temple. “Sometimes, it drives you insane to think about it, but it’s worth it in the end.” He said with a sigh.

Kurt was speechless. He honestly didn’t know how to answer that, so he licked his lips trying to think of what to say. “It sounds like you have a lot of experience.” He finally said, surprised when Jeremiah looked away from him again.

“Yeah,” Jeremiah said, straightening up. “Whatever.” He huffed turning on his heel to walk down the hallway.

Kurt watched him leave, confused. “Like I said, whiplash.” He grumbled under his breath in annoyance, pushing the door open in front of him with his foot.

“I haven’t heard him talk like that to anyone in a while. I think he was a fledgling the last time I actually heard him being nice.”

Kurt snorted, kicking off his brown loafers before heading for the master bedroom. “That was nice?”

“For the recent Jeremiah, yes,” Pavarotti said following the Naturalist into the bedroom, landing on top of the ornate vanity desk in the corner of the large room. He tweeted in surprise when Kurt headed straight for the large bed. “No facial routine?”

Kurt only grunted in return, not even bothering to take off his Dalton blazer or uniform pants. He still couldn’t get over the fact that he had basically scarred two of his best friends for life. What if they never wanted anything to do with him again? He sighed sadly, slowly curling up on the bed and grabbing Blaine’s pillow to breath in the vampire’s scent.

He wanted the vampire with him now the familiar smell of coffee and cologne not enough. It was an odd feeling, to be so clingy and needy all at once. He glanced at the alarm clock resting on the night stand on Blaine’s side of the bed. It was already half past eight meaning that the older vampire was undoubtedly teaching one of his classes. Blaine’s last class didn’t even end until about midnight and that realization made him whine softly.

Closing his eyes he buried his face in Blaine’s pillow, trying hard to block out the frightened faces of Mercedes and Rachel. Jeff and Nick were amazing vampires, even Andrew. He knew Dave a little better now and he considered him to be a pretty well behaved wolf. Blaine was a no-brainer, always the perfect gentleman with his charm and manners.

Where did that leave Kurt, the scary monster-like vampire that seemed to only exist in cheesy b rated movies. Weird things kept happening to him since he had been turned. He’s a Naturalist, whatever that is and for some reason his eyes tended to glow at the most inappropriate times.

Great so that meant he was basically a walking glow stick that only knew how to be the bad kind of vampire. Like Jeremiah. He shivered at that thought, silently wishing he would at least stay above that standard. He sniffled, another wave of uncontrollable emotion washing over him. He couldn’t even decide if he was depressed or just angry now, thinking about the way the girls had just left like he was worth nothing.

“Stop working yourself up, It’s going to be alright Kurt. Like Jeremiah said these things happen.”

“Why can’t I just be normal in something Pavarotti?” Kurt asked, reaching up to wipe away a tear that had escaped with the palm of his hand. “What did I do?”

“Kurt just because you are slightly different from an average fledgling doesn’t make you something bad.” Pavarotti tweeted, landing on the teen’s hip.

“Yes it does! Sometimes I just want to be normal at something!” Kurt groaned, becoming disgusted with himself. He had always strived to be different but now he was turning on his ideals just because he was upset. What was wrong with him?

Pavarotti watched as Kurt tossed and tuned eventually working himself into exhaustion, finally falling asleep a few hours later. “Poor blood boy, you have so much more coming your way.” He twittered sadly from his perch.
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“What is wrong with you guys?” Sam asked in an irritated tone as they continued to walk behind the vampire that was leading them through Dalton’s grounds. He glanced at the large concrete wall for a moment, briefly wondering how on earth they had actually climbed over it earlier that night. “I think Kurt was really hurt.”

“Sam, did you not see the way the boy was looking at us?” Mercedes asked in a quiet whisper. “It kind of looked like he wanted to eat us there for a second.”

“Are you serious?” Sam asked, rolling his eyes when the two girls in front of him shushed him quickly. Like the vampire in front of them couldn’t hear their whispers. Girls. “Just because he hissed at you?”

“Look, I for one agree with Mercedes. It wasn’t normal.” Rachel said, holding her head up high as she continued to follow the vampire.

“Well of course it’s not normal!” Sam said loudly, using his long legs to his advantage to catch up with the two in front of him. He easily pushed them apart to walk in the middle. “He’ll never be the ‘old’ Kurt, surely you realize that, right?” he asked hopefully.

“Of course we do, Sam.” Rachel said quickly, shaking her head at him slightly. “He still didn’t have to look at us like that though.

“True.” Mercedes said.

“Will you listen to yourselves?” Sam said, voice rising steadily as they continued to walk. “Your phone went off Rachel, it scared the hell out of him!”

“I don’t understand ho-“

“His hearing just gained about a two hundred percent raise in the last week alone. Do you really think volume to him is the same as it is to us?” Sam asked, stopping when they came to the large ornate gate door that marked one of Dalton’s outside entrances.

“The next time you kids want to come visit someone, make an appointment.” The tall vampire said, eyeing them carefully. “Sneaking over a wall is not the wisest thing to do, especially when there are young pups around.” He continued shaking his head. “If you try that again you might not be so lucky to have someone save you.”

The three humans walked through the gate, quickly turning around when they heard metal slapping back together. The vampire was already gone and two security guards were now staring them down from either side of the stone pillars that connected to the doors of the gate.

“Just because your uncle is a vampire doesn’t make you an expert on them, Sam Evans.” Rachel said, sniffing slightly.

“So how are you one then?” Sam asked, glancing at her as they continued to walk towards Rachel’s car they had parked behind a tall hedge earlier. “Last time I checked Blaine and Kurt were the only vampires you knew.”

Rachel opened her mouth but quickly shut it again when she thought of nothing she could say to that. She glanced at Mercedes who was looking down at the ground as they walked, a guilty look reflected on her face. “Perhaps we did…overreact a bit then.” Rachel finally admitted.

“Yeah, I think so.” Mercedes said, throwing a sad look over her shoulder towards the large campus. “We shouldn’t have bolted like that…”

“He probably feels awful about it.” Sam said, not giving the two girls a break. He couldn’t believe how they had behaved to Kurt’s small slip up. The fledgling couldn’t help it after all, it was just instinct now.

The rest of the walk to Rachel’s car was completed in awkward silence. The two girls slid into the front seats, still slightly moping, while Sam sat in the back behind Rachel. The silence continued for about half an hour before Mercedes finally spoke up.

“We didn’t get to finish telling him.” Mercedes said, glancing at Rachel who sighed in response.

“Finish what?” Sam asked from the back seat, still staring out his window. The expensive cars zooming past them almost making him drool with want.

“Puck.” Rachel began. “The way he’s been acting.” She quickly said when Sam caught her gaze in the rearview mirror.

“Like?” Sam asked, sitting up a bit straighter when they slowed to stop behind a line of traffic.

“Well he keeps asking if Kurt is still at Dalton. I think he thinks that the boy would implode if he steps a foot away from that place or Blaine.” Mercedes said with a shake of her head.

“Blaine?” Sam asked a little confused.

“Yeah he constantly asks if Blaine is with him too, a bit annoying if you ask me.” Rachel said, relieved when the traffic in front of them began moving again. “He won’t tell us why he keeps asking and only says he’s safer wherever Blaine is.”

“Well, yeah.” Sam said, eyebrow knitting together. “It’s safer in Westerville, at least for vampires.” He continued, glancing out his window again. “Lima isn’t a safe zone, vampires can be hunted there and it’s not against the law to behead them.” His uncle’s Creator had moved him just a few days after he was turned because of that reason.

“We know that.” Rachel scoffed. “It just seems like there is something going on that he isn’t letting us know. If Kurt is so safe over there, why is Puck constantly making sure he isn’t leaving the grounds?”

Sam frowned, trying to come up with a logical explanation as they continued along the highway. He knew Puck liked Kurt enough, but to his knowledge they were never really that close. “So what were you going to tell him?”

“Well we were going to let him know what Puck was asking, maybe he would know why.” Mercedes said with a shrug. “I would call him but after what we just did…”

“I’ll tell him this weekend.” Sam said, slouching back in his seat. He looked towards the front when Rachel let out a small sound of surprise. “What?”

“You’re coming back this weekend by yourself?” Rachel asked surprised.

“Well yeah, Kurt said it should be fine.” He really wanted to see Jeremiah again but he wasn’t about to blurt that out with Mercedes in the car. He loved the girl but she tended to start rumors with any piece of gossip or secrets you gave her. Sam didn’t think he could handle everyone knowing he liked guys yet. He had kept the secret for so long and it wasn’t like he didn’t like girls too.

“Thanks Sam.” Mercedes said, turning in her seat to smile at him. “Do you think you can tell him we’re sorry?” she asked hopefully.

Sam stared at Mercedes for a moment. “I guess but it won’t be the same as you two saying it to him.” He pointed out, ignoring the hurt look that flashed across the girls’ face.

“You should bring Finn with you too.” Rachel said quietly. “He’s been missing Kurt so much. I would suggest Carole go too but she seems to be working a lot more recently.” She said sadly.

Sam nodded. “Yeah I’ll ask him.” Sam said the car ride silent again after that. He had actually been worrying about Finn lately. The teen had withdrawn from most of them, really only talking to Rachel. He knew this weekend visit would be good for Finn, maybe It would even perk him up a bit.
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Blaine pulled his bag over his shoulder as he pushed the large leather office chair back underneath his desk. The students slowly filed out of his classroom, the humans throwing him smiles and waves as they left. He smiled back to a few, grabbing his cup of coffee before walking towards the door himself.

He was surprised, relieved, but still surprised when Kurt actually decided to skip the rest of his classes that night. He had figured the fledgling would have continued when his friends left. That was odd as well now that he thought about it, he had never known Rachel Berry to leave so soon. Jeremiah didn’t stir up any trouble either; he had actually been civil towards him when he passed him in the hallway earlier.

Perhaps the fact that everything seemed to be going along smoothly bothered him. He liked it this way, but it seemed like the calm before the storm especially when he knew the Warbler Council would be arriving soon. He frowned at that thought, his pace quickening as he thought of Kurt having to face them.

Thankfully no one stopped him on his trek towards his and Kurt’s suite. He found his keys quickly in his pocket, unlocking the door and walking in. His nose scrunched up slightly at the familiar perfume still floating around the room that he recognized as Rachel immediately. So Kurt had invited his friends in after all, that was good. Hopefully that meant that Kurt was finally growing to see this place as his as well. He set his bag down on the dark colored love seat in the room, holding back a groan once he smelled Karofsky scent mixed in with the others. He had never expected the wolf and Kurt to get along so well considering their past, but Kurt never failed to amaze him.

Glancing towards the coffee table he noticed Kurt’s designer bag on the floor next to it. The top flap was open and the top of a strange looking book was sticking out of the opening. He stared at it for a few more moments before eventually walking past it, heading straight for the bedroom. Blaine couldn’t remember Kurt having a book that looked like that but he wasn’t about to dig through his things. Perhaps it was a book he had checked out from the library, but regardless he wasn’t the type to go through his fledglings things unless he thought something would cause them harm. It wasn’t like a book would hurt Kurt.

Blaine smiled once he saw Kurt curled up on the bed, brows furrowing once he realized that the fledgling was still in his uniform. That was very unlike the younger vampire who always changed out of the Dalton blazer when he had the chance. Kurt hadn’t even taken his pants off or pulled the comforter up over himself.

He kept his eyes trained on Kurt, watching as the teen’s chest slowly rose and fell with his breathing as he slowly shrugged out of his own uniform. It amazed him how fledglings would breathe in their sleep in the beginning. After finally stripping down to just his undershirt and pulling on a pair of pajama pants he walked over to the bed. He knew the fledgling had to be hungry knowing he hadn’t fed in a while.

Blaine gently ran his fingers through Kurt’s hair, smiling when the fledgling subconsciously pressed the top of head into his palm. “Kurt.” He whispered, loving the soft groan the teen gave in return. He almost regretted waking him, watching Kurt sleep was one of his favorite things in the world. The fledgling had to feed though, and Blaine was going to make sure that happened regardless of whatever else he wanted. “Hey.” Blaine said softly, watching as Kurt’s bright colored eyes blinked open to stare up at him.

Kurt sat up slowly, smiling towards Blaine when the vampire sat on the edge of the bed, cupping the right side of his face. “Hi.” he said, wincing when the top set of his teeth ached. “Ugh..” he muttered, leaning his forehead against Blaine’s shoulder.

“Hungry?” Blaine asked quietly, slowly reaching over to unbutton Kurt’s blazer. He grinned when the fledgling batted his hands away to unbutton it himself.

“Maybe just a little,” Kurt admitted, quickly shrugging the blazer off before throwing it to the floor. He laughed when he was suddenly pushed backwards into the mattress, reaching up to press his right hand against Blaine’s strong chest when the vampire crawled over him. He began to purr when Blaine ran his nose along his jaw line, eventually pressing kisses against his neck and shoulder.

“Mmhm.” Blaine hummed, eyes closing as he breathed in Kurt’s unique scent that reminded him of honey and lavender. He lifted his head, staring down at Kurt for a moment.

Kurt looked up to Blaine with a confused look, slowly turning to press a kiss against one of the vampire’s arms that was holding him up. He shivered and smiled when a few more kisses were pressed against his now exposed neck. He rolled his head back, sticking out his bottom lip in a slight pout when the warm lips had stopped touching his skin. He blinked up at the vampire, a little confused as to why he was staring so intently. He began to panic slightly when the thought that his eyes may be glowing. “What?” he asked, trying to look away from Blaine’s face.

Blaine put most of his weight on his right arm as he use the left grab Kurt’s chin, willing the fledgling to look at him once again. “I just can’t get over how beautiful you are.” He said grinning when Kurt rolled his eyes, noticing he looked relieved for some reason.

“Blaine.” Kurt said with a sigh, reaching up to touch the vampire’s cheek softly. “Have you not looked in a mirror lately?” he asked through a soft purr. “Compared to you I’m nothing.” He said, surprised when Blaine growled softly in return.

“Kurt you just don’t see yourself, do you?” Blaine said through an agitated sigh. He didn’t know how to get the fledgling to understand just how beautiful he actually was. Vampires envied him for having such a glorious creature at his side. He calmed himself, noticing the confused look flitter across Kurt’s face.

Kurt smiled beneath Blaine’s lips when the vampire leaned down to kiss him. “I missed you.” He whispered when Blaine pulled away again, still leaning over him. He winced when his teeth began to bother him again. That was one of the most annoying things about being a vampire he had realized. When you were hungry there was no putting if off no matter how much you wanted to.

Blaine chuckled softly, finally rolling on to his side and pulling Kurt with him. He intertwined his legs with the longer ones beside him and pulled the younger vampire against his chest as he pressed more kissed against Kurt’s lips. “I always miss you.” He loved the slight vibration he felt rolling against his chest as Kurt continued his constant purr. “How would you like your dinner tonight, sir?” he asked, grinning when Kurt laughed slightly.

“Hm.” Kurt said, pretending to ponder what he wanted. “Well, I really like the way we have been doing it you know…” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

Blaine grinned. “Me too.” He said his voice just as quiet as Kurt’s. He had slowly introduced Kurt to feeding from his own mouth, something he enjoyed immensely. It was a much closer connection than offering his wrist which Kurt had stubbornly clung to for a few days. But after his incident with the hunters where Blaine had fed him directly he had started to request it more. There were so many other ways that were just as pleasurable as well, but that would have to wait for a while.

Kurt’s eyes widened slightly when Blaine suddenly pressed his lips against his, the vampire’s tongue sweeping across his bottom lip. He moaned softly when he slowly opened his mouth, allowing Blaine to explore his mouth. His fingers tightened in Blaine’s hair as he felt the other’s tongue press against his own, loving the vampire’s taste.

Blaine moaned softly when felt Kurt’s tongue push against his for a moment, pulling away so that Kurt could take a little breath. He pressed his lips back to Kurt’s after a moment, quickly pressing the top of his tongue against one of Kurt’s sharp canines. He moaned loudly as Kurt began to suck instantly, soft mewling noise leaving the back of his throat between swallows.

Kurt groaned, his eyes closing as Blaine’s blood filled his mouth and spilled down his throat and chin. He grunted, managing to untangle one of his legs to throw it over the vampire’s hip. He pressed even closer against him, still sucking as hard as he could.

This boy was going to drive Blaine insane with the way he was basically grinding against him. The beautiful moans, whimpers, and groans weren’t helping the current situation down south. His right hand was pressing against Kurt’s neck as they kissed ,crushing their lips as close together as he could. His other hand had found it’s way to Kurt’s backside, where it gently squeezed.

Kurt pulled away once he felt his stomach would burst if he fed any more, groaning in protest when Blaine tried to get him to continue. “Full.” He mumbled, very aware of where Blaine’s hand was. He turned his head when the vampire tried to kiss him again not wanting anymore blood.

Blaine propped himself up on his elbow, resting his cheek in his hand as he stared down at his beautiful creation. He loved the how the dark blood contrasted against Kurt’s pale skin. “You don’t drink enough.” He scolded gently, finally removing his hand from Kurt’s butt to run his fingers through his hair.

“Blaine.” Kurt purred, feeling the blood’s effects instantly. He stretched his long legs, toes curling in delight. “Stop worrying so much.” He whispered, pressing his face against Blaine’s chest to breathe in his scent.

“It’s my job.” Blaine said with a soft laugh, leaning down to press a kiss against Kurt’s temple. He shifted his legs slightly, still very aware of his problem. He bit back a moan when the fledgling’s knee brushed across it.

Kurt grinned, tilting his head back to look up at Blaine. “Mr. Anderson, I do believe you have a problem.” He breathed, slowly brushing across the same spot with his knee again.

“Kurt.” Blaine warned in a growl, trying to untangle himself. This must be Kurt’s plan to kill him. “Don’t start something you aren’t going to finish.”

“Who said I didn’t want to finish?”
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Preview:

“Puckerman it’s your choice.” A gruff said within the circle of men.

“But he’s my friend.” Puck said, glaring at the leader.

“You either kill him, or we will.”