-Something New-

Kurt stood in front of his mirror marveling at his body. As his ran his hands over his biceps and down to his perfectly sculpted abs, he knew it was beyond narcissistic, but he couldn’t help it. It didn’t seem like his own reflection in the mirror. It was like he’d woken up with a handsomer hotter version of himself staring back from the mirror.

In addition to the six inches that he’d grown over the summer, he suddenly had these hard muscles. He’d thought you were supposed to work out to get cut like that, but they had developed suddenly at the same time the nightmares started.

Damn, he could do without those bizarre nightmares. They came in two flavors; the first should be the most disturbing, but it was the second that he dreaded so much more. Sometimes,  he dreamed that he was a girl - never the same girl - and spent his nights killing monsters. She was powerful, confident, and graceful. Afterward, he woke a little confused but those weren't the dreams that scared him. Even as strange as it was to be a girl, and as horrific as those monsters were, those weren’t the dreams that followed him into the light of day. He’d never had a secret desire to be a girl so that wasn’t where the dreams came from. Besides, if he were to imagine being a girl she wouldn’t be such a violent one. Kurt abhorred violence.

No matter how many monsters he faced as these elusive kick-ass girls, it was the other dreams that ate at his sanity. He was himself in those dreams but as a child. The monsters were there too. And the worst part was seeing his mother torn apart before his eyes. She hadn’t been really.  He knew that when he finally shook the nightmare from his head in the morning, but it felt so real in those first few moments. His mother had died in a car wreck. There were no monsters - vampires weren’t real.

Kurt couldn’t explain why vampires were featured so heavily in his dreams. It wasn’t like he’d fallen for the latest teen craze. There was nothing attractive or sexy about vampires. Nothing at all. Kurt shuttered at the thought. They gave him the willies, and he wished he could shake them from his thoughts for good.

Kurt picked out an outfit that he hoped would set the tone for his junior year - daring with a dash of danger. He tied the scarf around his neck and admired his handiwork. Perfect. He looked at his sai swords longingly and sighed. There was no way that he’d get them past Principle Figgins. He could try to claim that they were avant-garde fashion accessories but there was little hope of that working. The school’s zero tolerance policy turned a blind eye to slushies, locker shoves, and dumpster dives but swords...no. He picked them up and gave them a few moves just  to feel them in his hands.

He’d bought them at an estate sale when he’d been looking of bargains on vintage clothing. He couldn’t explain why. It was as if they called to him. They felt comfortable in his hands. Right.

-First Day-

Kurt was still reeling from the strange event that started his school day when he arrived at his locker next to Mercedes Jones. Had he really just knocked the crap out of Noah “Puck” Puckerman? He hadn’t meant to do it and still didn’t understand how he could. He didn’t even remember doing it. One minute, Puck and his band of hoodlums were trying to put Kurt in the dumpster and the next...Kurt shook his head in confusion. Puck had been lying on the ground with a bloody nose, screaming and his buddies were looking at Kurt with awe.
 
“Kurt Hummel,” exclaimed Mercedes when she saw him. “Boy, you are looking fine. Summer sure was good to you!”

 “Mercedes,” Kurt replied with a wry smile. “That outfit is just stunning. You are a vision, as always.”

Mercedes was one Kurt’s few friends. They weren’t close and had never spent time together outside of school but in a world full of torment a friendly smile went a long way.

 “You should join glee club this year, Kurt.”

 “No thank you,” Kurt insisted. “I prefer my extracurriculars without groping.” Everyone knew that Sandy Ryerson was a creeper. How he managed to maintain a teaching position was a mystery.

 “Haven't you heard?” asked Mercedes excitedly.

 “What?”

 “Mr. Ryerson is gone. There’s a new teacher and he’s posted signups for auditions for the glee club. Maybe this year we’ll actually get enough people to compete!”

“Maybe I will then. What have you heard about this new teacher?”

 “Not much. His name is Mr. Schuester, and he graduated from McKinley. He’s been living in England since then.”

 “Wow, how did you find all that out before the first day of class?”

 “Kurt, you really need to get a twitter account,” Mercedes teased with a laugh.

Rachel Berry walked up to the glee sign-up sheet and wrote her name with a flourish and followed-up with her signature gold star. No one was gladder to see the end of Sandy’s icky reign over both the glee and drama departments than Rachel Berry. He’d never given her any proper due respect and this new teacher just couldn’t possibly be worse. 

“Rachel,” commented Mercedes as she and Kurt approached. Rachel stepped aside to allow Mercedes to add her name to the short list. Tina and Artie were the only names above Rachel’s. Kurt reluctantly added his name after Mercedes. He remembered how the glee club members were slushied on a nearly daily basis the previous year, and he didn’t look forward to that. On the other hand, perhaps constant bullying was easier to tolerate with the solidarity of a circle of friends.

Then Kurt remembered the way Puck had come out on the worse end of the deal when he’d tried his old tricks on Kurt today. He smiled despite himself. He didn’t condone violence in general but somehow the sight of Puck on the ground had just felt so good. It was probably just a fluke but maybe it would buy him some peace.

“So you’re joining the glee club, Kurt?” squealed Rachel. “That’s fantastic! We need more boys. Boys who can sing instead of rap that is. What is your range? Are you a tenor? Because I really need a male duet partner who compliments my voice.”

 “Countertenor,” admitted Kurt. Whatever testosterone fueled growth spurt that had hit his body the past summer hadn’t changed his voice - to his disappointment. Sure, his father complimented him on it whenever he heard Kurt sing, but it was the source of much of the ill treatment he received from his classmates. It was so unfair. Why did they hate him for something that was utterly beyond his control?
 
“Useless,” grumbled Rachel. “What do we need with a countertenor when we have a lovely soprano like myself? Well, I guess we need all the warm bodies we can get just to qualify to compete. Just stand in the back and try to refrain from stepping on my solos.” With that, Rachel tossed her head and stormed off dramatically.

“Don’t worry about her. She’s always like that,” cautioned Mercedes. “You get used to it and she isn’t so bad once you get to know her.”

“I’m well aware of Rachel Berry’s drama,” Kurt answered. “I have gone to school with her since the seventh grade. We don’t run in the same circles but she’s hard to miss.” Truthfully, Kurt didn’t run in anyone’s else's circle, having been a loner most of his life. He was hoping to change that this year, and for the first time, it seemed possible.

-The Search-

Will Schuester sat in the auditorium listening to the children auditioning for glee club. They were just children but one of them was the chosen one. All the signs and portents pointed toward Lima, Ohio as her location and the Watchers’ council had chosen him above older and more experienced Watchers in part because he had some familiarity with the hellmouth on which the high school was unfortunately built.

Prophecies in general tended to be vague at best and the seer who had sent him to Lima had been more cryptic than most. Will knew only a few details to help identify the girl. Of course, she would be between sixteen and eighteen as all slayers were when called. Beyond that, he knew she was a student at McKinley and would be recognized by her stunningly talented voice. She was smart, driven, and ambitious. Will had been worried by the low turnout at the glee club auditions; after all, what if she didn’t try out? But then he heard Rachel Berry sing, and he knew she had to be the one. Surely, there couldn’t be two girls of her caliber at McKinley. 

At the first glee club meeting Rachel wasted no time taking charge. He’d barely introduced himself when she interrupted. Driven - check.

“Mr. Shue, if I may? Can I call you Mr. Shue? Schuester is a mouth full and I’d rather save time.” When he didn’t object she continued. “The first item on the agenda has to be increasing our membership. If we don’t get a full twelve member choir we can’t compete and if we can’t compete then I can’t show off my talent in public. And if I can’t-”

“We get your point, Rachel. Thanks for bringing it up,” Will interjected.

“You do know that we need twelve people, don’t you?” Rachel asked.

“Yes, I’m aware of show choir rules. I was in glee when I was a student here. We went all the way to nationals, in fact. Why don’t we focus on getting to know each other first?”

Will looked around and took stock in his small rag tag group. It was a far cry from his heyday.  Only two boys, Kurt Hummel and Artie Abrams. Juniors, Mercedes and Rachel and sophomores, Tina Cohen-Chang and Sunshine Corazon, rounded out the group. Some strong female vocals but still a far cry from competition ready. Will mentally kicked himself for even thinking about competition. He needed to get Rachel alone and start work on training her as the Slayer. Her show business ambitions would have to take a back seat to her slayer duties.

“My boyfriend would join if I asked him to,” offered Tina.

“Your boyfriend?” asked Artie.

“Yes, Artie. Mike Chang and I fell in love at Asian summer camp. He’s shy about singing but he’s a really great dancer.”

“Wait, isn’t your name Chang?” asked a confused Will.

“Oh god, Mr Schuester! It’s a really common name,” retorted Tina defensively. “If two white people named Smith were dating you wouldn’t assume they were related would you?”

“I...I mean ...I didn’t say that. I just asked...”stammered Will, taken aback.

“And it’s Cohen-Chang,” corrected Tina.

“OK, so ask your boyfriend to join. The rest of you, your assignment this week is to find one other person and get them to join glee. I’ll see you next week. Rachel, can you stay a minute? I want to talk to you privately.”

“Of course,” replied Rachel eagerly.

Mercedes snagged Rachel’s arm and shook her head.

“Uh uh. I’m sorry Mr. Schuester, we don’t know you and our last glee teacher was a bit of a perve. The rule is no one-on-one time between teachers and students. Don’t take it personally; it’s for your own protection.”

 The glee club filed out, leaving Will wondering how he was going to get Rachel started on her path as a Slayer if he wasn’t even allowed to speak to her alone.

“But my solos!” Rachel objected as Mercedes dragged her out the door. “I’m sure he just wanted to talk about my solos!”

-Making Friends-

Kurt sat with his new glee friends at lunch, walked down the halls with them, and discovered as low as they were on the totem pool of the school social hierarchy, it was nice to be in a clique. True to her word, Tina had delivered Mike Chang to the group. He was a tall, slim football player and just sitting near him made Kurt feel giddy. He’d never received so much positive attention from a jock and Mike was so kind and soft spoken. Yes, Kurt was well aware that he was straight   and undeniably in love with Tina but just being near him brightened Kurt’s day.

He and Mercedes were fast becoming close friends. He didn’t know why it took glee to make that happen but he was grateful. She was funny and stylish and it was wonderful to have someone who really got him the way she did. In the first few weeks of school, they went to the revival theater together several times and when they weren’t going somewhere they hung out.

Their glee club grew be tiny increments. First Suzy Pepper joined. She wasn’t much of a singer and the way she mooned over Mr. Schuester made it clear why she’d volunteered. Inexplicably, Finn Hudson the star quarterback joined the club and things begin to get very interesting in the McKinley High glee world.

-Werewolf-

Will stared across his desk at Finn Hudson as the young boy squirmed in embarrassment.

“Care to explain these?” Will asked gesturing to the assortment of manacles and chains that he’d confiscated from Finn’s locker.

“Quinn is really kinky?”

Will gave him a skeptical look.

“Uh...I mean they’re not mine!” tired Finn realizing that he should have led with that one. “They’re ...Puck’s. I have no idea how they got in my locker?”

“You’re a werewolf,” stated Will flatly.

“What? Who told you? Wait...what? No, werewolves don’t exist. You’re crazy and I’ll just report you to the crazy police if you start telling people that.”

“Look, Finn, you seem like a nice boy and by the look of your collection here, I’m guessing you are trying to do the right thing. I know you’re a werewolf because I did a DNA test for lycanthropy and you came back positive.” There was no such thing but Will was betting on Finn’s gullibility and his natural tendency to respect authority. “So unless you want to spend the rest of your days locked up in a secret military facility, I suggest you do exactly what I say.”

“What do you want?”

“I want you to join the glee club.”

“I can’t join glee club; it would ruin my coolness factor.”

“Secret government facility.”

“OK, glee club. How bad could it be?”

“One more thing, I need you to recruit more students for the club.”

“Oh, that’s bad.”

-They Keep Getting Stuck in my Teeth-

About 20 boys in Dalton Academy uniforms talked chaotically, as Wes banged a gavel firmly to bring order. They settled down and one boy stood and began speaking.

“Warblers, Warblers, all I’m saying,” insisted Nick, “is that we could vary our diet a little.”

“Yes,” agreed Aaron, a tall blond athletic looking boy, “I’m so tired of homeless people. They get stuck in my teeth and they smell bad.”

“Why don’t we just take out an ad in the paper,” David answered sarcastically. “We’re vampires come stake us!”

 That prompted another round of murmurs from the rest of the boys until Wes pounded his gavel against the table again.

“David,” he said sternly. It only took one word for his progeny to settle down immediately. The rest of the boys followed suit.

 “I’m not suggesting that we go on a killing spree and slaughter whole villages,” said Nick.

 Everyone looked at a Blaine, who just shrugged. What could he say? He’d been young and out of control. “It’s just that Jeff needs more. He can’t live off bottled blood and a few scraps the council allows us. He’s famished!” continued Nick.

“The council decides who we eat,” admonished Thad from his position to the left of Wes. Wes, Thad, and David were the council.

“Perhaps you don’t remember what it’s like to be young and newly sired!” snapped Nick.

“You mock us, sir!” hissed Thad showing the slightest bit of fang to make his point.

“I will have order,” commanded Wes.

“Nick has a point,” Blaine interjected. “I have an idea,” he continued.

“I’ll allow it,” Wes agreed. “You have the floor.”

“We could hunt in Columbus, in the worst parts of the city. There are dregs of society that we could prey on. Murderers, rapists, child molesters...”

“No one is interested in your newly found morals and love of humans,” snarked Flint. “You’ve been watching too many episodes of Dexter.”

Wes didn’t get the pop culture reference but he understood the sentiment behind it. The point was to avoid drawing attention to themselves. Of course, if they could do so without consequence, slaughtering humans by the dozens was fine by him.

“That’s not what I mean,” corrected Blaine. “I’m not talking about punishing the wicked or avoiding killing innocents,” he continued. Though I wish I could. “I’m talking about a viable strategy for satisfying everyone’s hunger and staying under the radar.”

“What’s the point of being a vampire if we can’t eat anyone we want?” groused Aaron.

The boys were in a surly mood because of their hunger and boredom. Wes recognized the symptoms and realized that he was going to have to do something before things go out of hand and someone went rogue.

“In this modern age, that just isn’t an option,” Wes explained patiently.

“Drugs,” said Jeff, clearly. “Gangs. Drive by shootings. No one cares what happens to them. No one looks into it when they die,” he finished.

Nick looked at his progeny with pride and love. Coherent sentences and a level of articulateness was far too much to expect from someone newly turned but this level of logic and reasoning was practically unheard of. As Nick looked at his young lover, he was struck by the beauty of the boy. He was so sexy and apparently precocious as well. He wanted Jeff as much now as when he’d been human and before he even realized what he was doing, Nick pulled the adorable blond into a passionate kiss. He completely lost himself exploring the boy with his hands and trying to devour his lips when the incessant sound of the gavel brought him back to reality.

“Are you through with your little display of affection?” Wes teased when Nick finally looked up. Truthfully, he would have taken the boy right in front of the entire group if Wes hadn’t gotten his attention when he had.

Jeff for his part continued cuddling close to his sire and nibbling lightly on his neck.

“Sorry,” apologized Nick. “We just got carried away. I mean look at him! He’s so adorable.”

“Need I remind you,” warned Thad, “of what happens to newly turned vampires when their sires prove incapable of controlling them? Don’t make us regret allowing you to have him.”

“No, please, of course he’s in my control. Always,” promised a visibly shaken Nick. They couldn’t take Jeff from him. He didn’t care how old and powerful they were. No one was going to stake Jeff. No one. He looked at the boy grinning adorably as he always did, oblivious to his precarious position. Young vampires were almost completely driven by instinct and blood lust and if not for the control of their sires would be a danger to all humans and a threat to the secrecy of vampires. That was one reason older vampires strictly controlled who was allowed to sire and when. Vampires who feared that they wouldn’t be allowed to turn their human lovers often found getting forgiveness was easier than getting permission. Vampires were reluctant to stake another vampire,  unless there was an excellent reason, so if one proved to be a good sire and one’s progeny behaved both were safe regardless of their unsanctioned status. Unfortunately, that thinking led to many rogue and uncontrollable vampires in the world.

“Enough threats,” admonished Wes. “They’re just in love. Blaine, continue with your proposal.” As Blaine outlined his plan which he’d obviously been thinking about for some time, Wes only half listened. He looked at his own progeny David. Their love was more mature and less passionate than the young lovers Thad had threatened. Still, he couldn’t imagine continuing his undead existence without him. There had been no one to tell him what he could or couldn’t do in those early days and he wondered how hard it must be for vampires coming of age in the modern era. It was so much simpler when humans were theirs for the feasting.

-Just Because I don’t Want Him Doesn’t Mean You Can Have Him-

Quinn Fabray walked down the hall of McKinley like a queen, head held high, ponytail swinging, her two fellow Cheerios trailing behind. She liked to think of Santana and Brittany as her posse; they were part of her validation as the most popular girl at McKinley High. She was well aware that they were called the Unholy Trinity behind her back. Quinn had been the one to coin the phrase. Part of the mean girl mystic was the thinly veiled envy disguised as hate and she encouraged it.

No one could know that anything was wrong from her demeanor. As she glided past Rachel Berry without a glance, she smiled enigmatically. The troll was going down. Quinn Fabray was on top and she wasn’t going to let some short poorly dressed glee-cluber ruin it for her. She was going to be the junior prom queen this year and senior prom queen the next. For that she needed Finn Hudson, star quarterback. It was the natural order of things; the head cheerleader dated the star quarterback. And when they graduated, his glory days would be over and she’d move on to an Ivy League college. He could stay here and drink beer with his buddies and recount the best of years of his life with the Lima losers while she moved up in the world. But that was years in the future; for now she needed him. She didn’t want him but she needed him.

“Ladies, we have a problem with Finn,” Quinn started once the three of them were alone.

“Because he’s a werewolf,” supplied Brittany helpfully.

“He’s certainly stupid and ugly enough to be a werewolf,” Santana joked.

“No,” Quinn said, “because of Rachel Berry and that annoying glee club. They’re bringing down Finn’s popularity which in turn brings down mine. We need to do something about it before she spreads those stubby little legs of hers and he forgets who he’s supposed to be with.”

“That’s why I always put out. If you had sex with him then he wouldn’t stray,” snarked Santana.

“It’s true,” Brittany agreed. “Never say no. I’ve had sex with nearly everyone in this school. But Santana tastes the best,” she added with a sweet smile.

“Yes, and how’s that working for you, Santana? Puck is pimping himself out to half the housewives in Lima, including my mother.”

“Like I care,” Santana retorted. “He’s just a stupid boy and I could make him mine if I wanted to.” Santana linked her pinky with Brittany as she said it and silently hoped that Brittany didn’t say anything about how much time the two them spent together in bed. Santana hadn’t been with a boy in months and she was starting to think she didn’t want them anymore. She had before she and Brittany had become lovers but now Brittany was all she wanted. She couldn’t admit that to anyone, not even Brittany. No, especially not Brittany.

Quinn couldn’t care less about her best friends’ love lives; the two of them weren’t nearly so subtle as they thought and Quinn knew what Santana was so desperate to hide.

“Enough about you, what about me?” Quinn snapped trying to bring the conversation back into focus.  This was a crisis and Quinn’s future was at stake.

“Rachel’s a witch so we should ask Lord Tubbington for help. He knows how to deal with witches,” Brittany told her friends sagely. “If he’s not back on ecstasy that is. When he’s high, he’s never any help at all.”

Quinn just rolled her eyes and ignored Brittany’s nonsense like she usually did.

“We’re going to infiltrate that glee club,” Quinn insisted with a smirk. “They won’t know what hit them.

-New Members-

“Mr. Shue,” Rachel shrieked, “You can’t let them join.”

“I can and I will,” Will insisted. “Everyone, welcome Quinn, Santana, and Brittany to our club. I want to thank all of you for your recruitment efforts; it’s really paying off. With these three, our total is now eleven. just one shy of competition requirement.” Will couldn’t help it; he knew he shouldn’t be getting excited about glee - which was just supposed to be his cover - but he was. It didn’t help that he hadn’t been able to get Rachel alone to discuss her Slayer duties. He wasn’t even sure that she was the Slayer yet. The three cheerleaders who had joined might be possible candidates but he doubted it. None of them seemed to be the girl the seer had described to him. Unfortunately, he didn’t have a physical description at all - not even hair color.

“Except for Mike Chang, no one who has joined was recruited by any of us,” Kurt quipped. “And Sunshine was poached by Vocal Adrenaline.”

“Well, technically, but still I applaud your efforts,” Will added.

“Technically as is in completely true, you mean,” Kurt muttered.

“What was that Kurt?” Will asked having heard him clearly. The boy had an attitude and Will wondered if he should try to do something about that. He was a teacher as well as a Watcher after all.

“Nothing at all,” Kurt answered sarcastically. Will let it go because just as he was about to say something, Finn came running in literally yelling, with a blond boy in tow. The boy had the biggest lips Will had ever seen - on a human at least.

“Guys, guys,” yelled Finn excitedly. “This is Sam and he wants to join our glee club.”

Kurt sat up straighter and smiled.

“I might want to join glee club,” Sam allowed. “I’m new here and Finn tells me glee club is the way to up my coolness factor.”

 Quinn looked him over thoughtfully and smirked.

“Absolutely, he’s right. Look around - all the most popular cheerleaders are in the group. And you’ve already met Finn, our star quarterback,” she said with a smug smile.

Finn did a double take, looking confused.

“Quinn? Why are you here?”

“My girls and I,” she answered gesturing to Santana and Brittany, “have decided to join glee club. Why not? You did.”

“I had my reasons,” Finn said shifting uncomfortably.

“So did I,” Quinn added. “So did I.”

As the kids filed out, Mercedes turned to Kurt and asked, “Want to go bowling this Friday night? A bunch of us are going,” she added nervously. 

“Sure, that sounds great,” Kurt answered enthusiastically. Neither of them noticed Rachel staying behind to talk to Mr. Shue.

“Mr Shue, we need to talk,” Rachel started resolutely.

“Yes, we do,” he agreed.

“I hope you aren’t planning on giving Quinn my solos just because she’s the prettiest girl I’ve ever...I mean the prettiest girl in the school. She’s not as talented as I am and if we want to win, you need me as the lead. I’m a star.”

“I agree, Rachel. I think you are a star.”

“Mr. Shue this is so unfair! You can’t just...wait, what did you say?”

“I said, I agree. You’re a very talented young singer. That’s not the talent that I need to talk to you about, though.”

“Eww, Mr. Shue are you hitting on me?”

“No! God, no. Why does everyone think I’m some kind of molester?”

“I don’t know. Maybe because you actually seem interested in us? Most of the other teachers are really apathetic.”

“That’s really sad, Rachel.” Will paused trying to figure out a non-creepy way to bring up her slayer abilities. Asking her about physical changes was out of the question now. “Do you have dreams?”

“Dreams? Of course, I do. I’m going to be a big star on Broadway.”

“No, I don’t mean aspirations. I mean, literally. Nightmares, even. At night do you have strange violent dreams?”

Rachel began to seriously regret talking to Mr. Shue alone.

“Uh, no. I sleep very soundly. I attribute it to a rigorous healthy lifestyle and regimented exercise routine.”

“Do you ever dream that you’re someone else? Another girl perhaps?”

“Sometimes, I dream I’m Barbara or Liza but not really when I’m asleep. Mr. Shue,” she said in a concerned voice, “are you having some sort of crisis? Do you wish you were someone else? You should talk to Ms. Pillsbury. She’s an excellent listener and perhaps more qualified than I am to deal with...well whatever this is. I don’t think it’s appropriate for me to be counseling you, even though I am very mature for my age.”

“No, that’s not it...”

“I have to go. I have other club meeting to go to you know.”

Will was left feeling that perhaps Rachel wasn’t the Slayer at all. Who could it be? No one else in the glee club; he was fairly certain of that. That meant he  might have to start from scratch. He wasn’t ready to do that just yet.

-One Vampire Can Ruin Your Whole Night-

As Kurt walked, from his car toward the Westgate Lanes, he heard a noise in the alley. A dark dangerous looking alley. I’m going to regret this. He knew that he should just keep walking toward the door but he headed into the darkness instead. He saw a man holding a girl pressed up against the wall and she didn’t look happy to be there.

“Hey, what’s going on here?” Kurt called out in what he thought was his best authoritative voice.

“None of your business,” growled the man. Literally growled as his mouth sprouted fangs and his whole face changed into a nightmare. Kurt’s nightmare, in fact. Just when he should have been running away, Kurt found himself involuntarily moving toward the monster. He wondered if he was sleeping and this was just a nightmare. But he was never himself in those dreams.
 
When he reached the pair, he kicked the man away from the girl and yelled, “Run!” She didn’t argue and was gone from Kurt’s vision when the monster jumped toward Kurt. Kurt punched him with more force than he’d known he was capable of. While the monster stumbled back, Kurt reached for his sai swords. He’d sewn a fabulous set of scabbards for them and told himself that it was a fashion statement. He’d always loved fetish wear and this was just more of the same. He knew better though. When they were in his hands, he’d always known better. They were meant for this - they were meant to kill. Sai sword weren’t designed for beheading but somehow he knew that in his hands that’s exactly what they would do. Without event thinking, Kurt brought a sword down on either side of the creature’s neck and the swords went through it like butter. Suddenly, there was dust everywhere and Kurt was doubled over coughing.

“Oh my, I didn’t expect that,” Mr. Schuester said.

Kurt whipped around to face him swords still in his hands ready to strike.

“Whoa, Kurt; it’s just me,” the Watcher assured him. “I’m not a vampire, I swear. Think about it; you’ve seen me in the sunlight many times.”

“Vampires are real?” Kurt asked in shock. “That thing...it turned to dust...that was a vampire?”

“Yes, Kurt. We’ve have so much to talk about. I’m sure you have a million questions and I have the answers. At least I have some of the answers. I didn’t expect the Slayer to be you...I mean the seer never said ‘she’ or ‘girl’ but I assumed...”

“Slayer? What are you talking about, Mr. Schuester and how do you know all about vampires?”

“You’ve been having dreams haven’t you, Kurt? About vampires and other Slayers? Girls who kill monsters just like the one you beheaded. By the way, beheading is advanced material; I usually recommend starting with a stake. Where did you learn to do that?”

“How did you know? About the dreams, I mean? How did you know that I dream about killing them? This can’t be happening,” Kurt muttered shaking his head.

“It is happening. I’m a Watcher; that’s how I know. ‘Into every generation a slayer is born: one girl in all the world, a chosen one. She alone will wield the strength and skill to fight the vampires, demons, and the forces of darkness; to stop the spread of their evil and the swell of their number. She is the Slayer.’”

“In case you haven't noticed, I’m not a girl and I’m certainly not your Slayer. I’m not even sure this is happening!” Kurt insisted a little hysterically.

“Kurt, listen to me...”

“No, I’ve got to meet my friends. I finally have friends thanks to your glee club so we’re just going to pretend this never happened.” Kurt sheathed his swords and walked away. There wasn’t any chance of forgetting it but he could certainly act like it. It hit him once he got out of Mr. Schuester’s sight. He’d killed that thing. It was a vampire and he’d killed it. Kurt doubled over and threw up.

Kurt made good on his word to pretend the slaying hadn’t happened. He avoided Mr. Schuester at school except for Glee and he made sure to arrive and leave with Mercedes so they wouldn’t be alone.