-Mysterious Stranger-

Kurt stood to the side of the throng of people dancing to Katy Perry’s Last Friday Night. He’d surprised himself with how much he’d enjoyed the party so far. Kurt, Tina, and Brittany had put on a show doing the single ladies’ dance and it had been a big hit. He was exhausted and sweaty but Brittany seemed to have boundless energy. She was giving Sam a lap dance while Santana glared at them.

“Kurt.”

Kurt jumped and turned.

“Don’t do that!” Kurt exclaimed to Mr. Schuester who had snuck up on him while he’d been deep in thought. “I’m armed and dangerous,” he joked. “Aren’t you a little old for this crowd?”

Will ignored the Slayer’s question.

“Have you seen any vampires?”

“No,” Kurt answered. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Ugly veiny face, giant teeth. I’d have noticed.”

“They don’t usually look like that, Kurt. If you let me teach you, you’d know that. Most of the time they look like ordinary people. You need to learn to sense them. Didn’t you have a reaction when you saw the one outside the bowling alley?”

“No, I just heard the girl screaming.”

“Look around. Feel anything strange? A little off?” persisted WIll.

“That guy,” Kurt replied nonchalantly. “Definitely a vampire.”

“How do you know? Do you sense his unnatural presence?”

“I see that unnaturally atrocious fashion statement. I mean, the eighties called and they want their Don Johnson pink knock off jacket back. And look at that hair!”

“Uh...very astute but couldn’t he just have bad taste?”

“Please, bad taste abounds in this town but that looks screams ‘I think Miami Vice is still on TV and this is still hip’.”

“Then you need to get him out of here and...”

“Nope, I’m going to dance with Mercedes.” Kurt looked around for his best friend. “Wait, where is she?” Then he looked around for the vampire he’d spotted and he wasn’t on the dance floor. A door closing caught his eye and he glimpsed what might have been Mercedes on the outside as the vampire slipped out behind her. He wasn’t sure it was her but he couldn’t risk it. His stomach lurched as he remembered just how vicious these things could be. He feigned nonchalance to Mr. Schuester but he knew. He definitely knew.

 Kurt rushed out the door of Scandals, ignoring the group of kids hanging out smoking, he tried to imagine where a vampire would have taken Mercedes. Could vampires hypnotize people? Was that why she’d gone? Kurt suddenly realized that he should have taken Mr. Schuester up on his offers to teach him about the supernatural world. He shook that thought from his head. It wasn’t a supernatural world. He didn’t care what Will Schuester claimed; Kurt was sure there was a rational explanation to the existence of vampires. They were another species, perhaps. Or a mutation. It didn’t matter; he had to find Mercedes. As he was about to pick a random direction, he heard her laugh. Laughing was good; much better than screaming.

Unfortunately as Kurt arrived at the source of her voice, she wasn’t laughing any more. The creature had transformed and Mercedes was seemingly frozen in its grip. Kurt couldn’t tell if she was mesmerized or merely terrified. 

“Let go of her!” He demanded, not expecting results but hoping to distract it. Luckily, that seemed to wake Mercedes from her stupor and she started kicking.

Kurt pulled out a stake and charged the vampire. It hadn’t come prepared for a fight and certainly not the Slayer; Kurt’s stake found its mark with almost disappointing speed. 

“Mercedes, are you OK?” he gasped as he hugged his best friend.

“Yeah, I think so. What was that thing? Oh my god, Kurt, did that guy really turn to dust? One minute we were flirting and laughing then he tried to bite me!”

“Yeah, vampires are real.”

“We’re real alright - real hungry! Dibs on the fat and juicy one!”

Kurt turned to see two more vampires. No, three!  Of course it couldn’t be that easy.

“Who are you calling fat, fang face!” Kurt yelled. 

Mercedes laughed despite the obvious danger they were in. Kurt handed Mercedes a stake and charged the closest vampire. 

“Aim for the heart,” he called helpfully to Mercedes who was trying to keep one of the others at bay by waving the stake. He shot the one he was fighting in the neck with his wrist shooter. As it stumbled back and pulled the spike out, he flipped the second one over his shoulder and staked it when it hit the ground. Luckily, Kurt had brought more than one stake with him. Unfortunately the first one had recovered and lunged at him and Mercedes looked like she was in serious trouble. 

Kurt rolled out of the way as the vampire tried to gather him up in a crushing embrace. He had to leave his stake on the ground because he didn’t have time to grab it. He made it to Mercedes just as the vampire sank its teeth into her neck. Grabbing the stake from her, he plunged it into the vampire’s heart.

“Geeze, Cedes, do I have to do everything? The stake was right in your hand. Put the stake in the vampire’s heart!”

Kurt turned to go after the last vampire when it spontaneously turned into dust. Well, no so spontaneously. When the dust settled, a very handsome dark haired teenage dream boat stood with a stake in his hand.

He was shorter than Kurt with dark hair gelled into adorably controlled curls. He was wearing stylish skinny jeans, and a striped Henley under a red sweater. He looked relaxed and utterly dreamy. 

“I thought you could use a little help.”

“No, we were good. I had it under control,” Kurt answered with more coolness than he thought he was capable of. 

“Hi, I’m Blaine,” Blaine said handing the stake back to Kurt.

“Kurt.”

“So you don’t seem very surprised to see vampires running amok,” Kurt commented.

Blaine shrugged. “I could say the same of you. That’s an oddly specific weapon to be carrying around. Almost like you were expecting vampires.”

 “Not expecting, but we do live on a hell mouth.”

“On a what?” exclaimed Mercedes.

“Oh, yeah, I’ve been to tell you about that but I thought ‘I’m gay and by the way we live on a hell mouth’ might be a bit much to take in all at once. Also, apparently. I’m the Slayer. So Blaine, thanks...” Kurt started as he turned back to where Blaine had been standing. “Where did he go?”

“I don’t know; I was too busy processing the whole we live on a hell mouth, Kurt!”

“Come on let’s go back to the party,” Kurt said hooking arms with Mercedes.

“Who was that guy?”

“You know as much as I do about that. Wait, Mercedes, you’re bleeding.”

“I am?” Mercedes reached up and touched her neck. “Oh god, I am,” she agreed looking a little green.

“It’s OK. I have a first aid kit in my car and he obviously didn’t hit an artery.” Kurt cleaned and bandaged the bite on Mercedes’ neck as she babbled questions that Kurt couldn’t answer.

“Am I going to turn into a vampire?”

“I don’t know.” He wished now that he’d asked Will Schuester more questions. 

“Shouldn’t you know stuff like that? How many of them are there?”

“I don’t know.”

“What do you know?”

“That you’re going to be just fine. I promise.”

“You don’t either know that!”

“Well, I’ll find out. There’s someone we can ask.”

To their relief, Will assured them that one couldn’t be turned with a mere bite. He wasn’t happy to find out that Mercedes was included in Kurt’s secret but there wasn’t anything he could do about it. Kurt for his turn promised to start training.

-Educating Kurt-

“I’m just going to lie here and rest a while,” sighed Will from his vantage point on the floor. Even heavily padded and wearing a catcher’s mask, he was was feeling the pain from the blows Kurt had pelted him with.

Kurt knelt down on the floor and asked, “Are you OK, Mr. Shue?”

“Perfectly fine. Absolutely. Nothing a little rest, ice, and morphine wouldn’t cure.”

“Sorry, you said not to pull any punches.”

“I did, didn’t I?”

“So all that talk about how I needed to train?” Kurt asked smugly.

“You’re clearly going to be an extraordinary Slayer, Kurt. You have a natural talent for the physicality of it. What you lack in training, you seem to make up in instinct.”

Kurt squealed with delight. He hadn’t been a fan of the violence in the beginning but he lived to excel and he was beginning to think of it like dancing. It wasn’t so different...except for the killing part.

“Don’t get too cocky. Slaying isn’t just about being able to stake a vampire. There’s knowledge involved and you woefully far behind on that. At least on that subject, I have something to teach you.”

“So teach. Where do we start?” Kurt asked as he helped the Watcher to his feet. Will quickly divested himself of the protective gear and began looking through his duffle bag.

“You could start with this,” he said handing Kurt a book.

“The Slayer’s Handbook,” Kurt read from the cover. “Seriously? There’s a handbook? Can you condense it down to the important points? Like how do you kill vampires? So far, I’ve tried beheading - that works - and staking, also effective. And where do they come from? You assured us that Mercedes wasn’t going to become one just from being bitten but if that’s not it it, then where do they come from?”

“To answer your first questions, there are a number of ways. Beheading is of course the most sure method but not always practical so mastering staking is generally recommended. Fire will also kill a vampire but if they put the fire out in time they will heal. Vampires are highly flammable and terrified of fire so that can be very useful. However, there is alway the danger of collateral damage so I wouldn’t recommend it as your first choice. And of course, there is the old standby sunlight. Difficult due to it’s lack of availability at night when you generally encounter vampires,” Will quipped.

“What about a sunlamp or a tanning bed?”

“Impractical but yes, I guess technically that could work. You’re a bright boy, Kurt. I think you are going to be one of the greatest slayers in history.”

“What were the others like? What about the one that I took over for - what was she like?”

“I never actually met her,” Will replied wistfully.

“How many slayers have you worked with?”

“Just you,” Will admitted. “This is my first assignment; I’ve never even met a slayer before.”

“Oh that’s just great! Why do I get the virgin Watcher?”

-Kurt’s Teenage Nightmare-

Handsome boys in blazers filed out onto the stage and started an a cappella version of Katy Perry’s Teenage Dream. 

“Kurt, is that…?” asked Mercedes.

His hair was slicked down more severely than it had been the night they’d met and he looked older and more dapper in his uniform but it was unmistakably the mysterious Blaine singing lead. He smiled at Kurt and seemed to be dedicating the entire song to the boy from Lima.

“Kurt, do you know him?” Rachel asked incredulously. “You didn’t tell me you had a thing with our main rival!”

“I didn’t know he was a Warbler and we don’t have a thing. I only met him once and he wasn’t in uniform.”

“He’s really talented,” commented Rachel.

“They’re amazing,” added Santana.

“Dude, is that even humanly possible?” asked Sam as one of the Warblers back flipped across the stage.

When the Warblers finished their routine, Blaine introduced the next choir. 

“Excuse me,” Kurt said as he slipped out of his seat and set out to find Blaine. As he wandered around the school, he noted the well-appointed study rooms, the elegant decor, and the expensive wall treatments. Strangely, no windows on the exterior walls. There was a bank of windows along one corridor but when he looked out, Kurt saw a covered courtyard. The only sunlight in the whole place seemed to be in a stairwell with an ornate sky light.

Kurt turned a corner and found himself face to face with three large boys in Dalton uniforms.  He knew their type - jocks. He thought he recognized them from the Warblers performances. He’d mostly been watching Blaine, but the boy doing the beat boxing was unmistakable. The other two seemed familiar but he couldn’t say for sure.

He might have been afraid under other circumstances but every thing seemed so elegant and dignified at Dalton that the type of bullying he was used to seemed impossible here. That and his new Slayer abilities made Kurt confident.

“Well, what have we got here?” said the square jawed blond one. “Doesn’t he look tasty?”

“Aaron, we’ll get in trouble with Wes,” said the beat box Warbler.

“Let’s just leave it alone,” said the third one.

“What’s the point of being a vampire of being a vampire if you can’t eat anyone you want?” Aaron repeated his favorite whine that never worked on the council. They weren’t here now, though.

His face changed and he growled with a mouth full of sharp teeth.

Shit. Is there no where safe from these creatures? This is bad. Very bad.

Kurt was surrounded by three vampires in unfamiliar territory and he hadn’t packed his sai swords or any stakes. He was going to have to change his accessorizing routine to plan for vampires. Providing he survived his current situation which wasn’t at all clear.

“Aaron, we’re going to get into trouble for this,” reasoned the beat box Warbler. “Look at him! He looks well off and someone who would be missed.”

“You’re not going to let some dusty old relic tell us who we’re allowed to eat are you?”

Aaron lunged at Kurt. Kurt had the advantage of surprise since the Warbler wasn’t expecting much of a fight. He kicked hard and sent the boy sprawling to the floor. Kurt turned and ran looking for a makeshift weapon. 

He grabbed a chair and smashed it against the wall leaving an improvised stake in his hand. He turned and faced the three vamps. Kurt didn’t like the odds but he felt better with the weapon in his hand.

“Whoa, my food is a little spicy today. That’s fun.”

Apparently, Aaron was a little over confident. The vampire lunged again for Kurt but Kurt was faster; he plunged the stake directly into the fiend’s heart. A look of surprise was the last thing to cross Aaron’s face before he dissolved into a pile of dust.

One down, two to go.

Unfortunately, before he could take advantage of the hesitation in the two remaining vampires, three more Warblers came into view. They seemed unfazed by the sight of their fellow Warblers vamped out facing a boy with a stake in his hand. Kurt could only assume they were vampires too.

“What’s going on here?” demanded Wes.

“He staked Aaron,” answered one of the vampires sounding petulant and a little hysterical. 

“Maybe because Aaron was trying to eat him,” commented David.

“What shall we do?” asked Thad in a bored tone.

“Flint, Jon, go back to your room,” ordered Wes. “We’ll handle this quandary that you’ve caused.”

“That’s not fair,” objected Flint. “He staked Aaron and we caught him; we should at least get a share. I know splitting him five ways isn’t much but it’s better than nothing. ”

Wes didn’t repeat himself; he merely pointed and the two recalcitrant Warblers slunk away. Kurt gave a sigh of relief. He was still facing three vampires but at least it wasn’t five and these three seem...different. He couldn’t put his finger on it but it was more than the fact they still looked human. It was a difference in attitude as well. At least they didn’t seem so intent on sucking him dry.

“What shall we do with him?” asked Thad. 

“He’s seen us; he knows about us. That’s a problem,” commented David.

Their unhurried calm, cold tone, chilled Kurt. His relief at being rid of the other vampires evaporated as he realized these might be more dangerous. He didn’t think any of them would be easily tricked into a rash plunge ending up skewered on his stake.

“He’s problematic,” Wes answered enigmatically. 

“I say we eat him,” said Thad.

“So we’re back to that are we?” Kurt answered with more sass than he felt.

“Nobody is eating anybody,” said Blaine.

Kurt turned and smiled in relief at the sight of the familiar Warbler, then he realized that Blaine was in danger and started to call for him to run, finally he realized the implication of the situation. 

“You’re a vampire too!” he accused. “Can I ask you guys something? Is this a vampire school?”

“No,” chuckled Blaine. “I mean, I’m a vampire, and these guys are vampires. OK, all the Warblers are vampires but no it isn’t a vampire school. The rest of the students are rich preppy boys and very human.”

“So it’s an all you can eat vampire buffet,” Kurt surmised.

“No,” corrected David. “There’s a strict policy against eating students.”

“We can eat him,” Thad said nodding toward Kurt. “He doesn’t even go here.”

“No one’s eating anyone,” Blaine reiterated. “Maybe we should stop talking like that's even an option and all just sit down for a coffee.”

“How civilized of you to offer me a coffee before you drain me,” said Kurt coldly. The betrayal he felt at discovering that Blaine was a vampire seemed stronger than it should considering that he’d barely met the boy - creature.

“We are civilized, aren’t we Wes?” Blaine answered, ignoring the barb. 

“It wouldn’t do for someone to go missing from Dalton property,” Wes agreed. “There would be inquiry.”

“Exactly. We wouldn’t want that. Unnecessary scrutiny would be so bothersome,” Blaine pointed out.

“But he knows about us,” countered David.

“Who would he tell?” Blaine shrugged. “No one would believe him.”

“My Watcher would,” Kurt interjected. “I’m the Slayer and you better be careful or I’ll slay you.” He regretted the reckless words as soon as they left his mouth. 

The coldness in Thad’s eyes was replaced by a angry passion at the word Slayer. 

“You don’t look like a girl,” Wes commented. “I’m sure slayers are all girls.” 

Blaine kept his eyes on Wes; David was irrelevant, and he’d lost Thad with that one careless word dropped from Kurt’s lips. Slayer. Thad had reason to hate slayers and the fact that the grudge had originated with a girl who was dust long before Kurt was born wouldn’t sway Thad. 

“Let’s all keep a cool head here,” Blaine recommended. “We don’t slaughter humans indiscriminately. We’re civilized.”

“The rules don’t apply to slayers,” Thad hissed. “They are no more than vicious savages.”

“Hey, guys, what’s up?”

Just what he need more vampires. Kurt recognized them both as Warblers. The blond in particular had been unmistakable with killer dance moves. He looked at Kurt hungrily and while Kurt might have ordinarily appreciated attention from a hunky boy like that, this look of hunger was a little too literal for his taste.

He wondered at the instant reaction. If the boy performed with the Warblers, shouldn’t he be used to humans? Kurt touched his cheek then looked down at his hand. Blood. He hadn’t even realized that he’d been cut in the fight earlier.

The blond vamped out and snarled at Kurt. 

“Nick,” Blaine warned. “This is not a good time. Please take Jeff somewhere else - now.”

“Of course,” agreed Nick. Kurt was taken aback at his ready agreement. There was more to this situation than he understood. Nick let go of Jeff’s hand and moved in front of him, placing himself between Jeff and his intended meal. “Baby,” he said softly placing his hand on Jeff’s face, “listen to me. You’re not hungry. You don’t need to feed. Listen to my voice. I’m all you need.” Nick turned Jeff away from the strange tableau that he’d interrupted and began to back away pulling Jeff with him, all the while murmuring endearments and encouragement that Kurt couldn’t hear. 

As Wes, Thad, and David watched the pair make their exit, Blaine slipped his hand into Kurt’s and whispered, “Come with me. Whatever you do, don’t run, just come with me,” he repeated with a tug. They slowly moved away but the trio were not distracted long. As Kurt and Blaine rounded the corner out of their sight, Blaine said, “Now we can run!” 

Blaine pulled Kurt along with an obvious destination in mind. The trio weren’t far behind. As they neared the skylight, Blaine shoved Kurt into the one patch of sunlight in all of Dalton. Blaine stood at the edge and turned to face the council.

“Clever, but futile,” Thad pointed out. “He’s trapped and the sun will go down soon.”

“Wes, this is an opportunity,” Blaine said ignoring Thad. Wes didn’t reply but Blaine knew he had the elder vampire’s attention. Kurt would already be dead if he’d made up his mind. Luckily, Wes was ancient and tended to deliberate long before making decisions. He was naturally cautious and hated disruption in routine. Blaine hoped to use that to his advantage. “What if the Slayer was an ally instead of an enemy? We could use him.”

“Excuse me, I’m standing right here. I offense to the idea of being used. I’m not sure what you have in mind but on general principle, I object.”

“You’re not helping,” Blaine complained.

“What do you have in mind?” Wes asked.

“It’s obvious that there is a lack of understanding between slayers and vampires. I don’t think the slayers are inherently evil...”

“I’m evil?” Kurt gasped incredulously.

“They just don’t understand us,” Blaine continued. “Just think; he could take care of rogues for us. Help us maintain order.” Order was Wes’ favorite concept. “And there’s the matter of practicality. Killing him here, at Dalton where...how many people did you come with, Kurt?” 

David gasped, at the use of Kurt’s name and Blaine realized he’d blundered. Now they knew he’d met Kurt before this but he had to charge ahead anyway.

“Seven, and I drove. They aren’t going to leave without me.”

“So we have to let him leave unless you want to uproot our entire family and leave Dalton...” Blaine paused to let that sink in. “And we could always kill him later. More discretely.”

“Yes, that’s the advantage of being a vampire,” Wes agreed. “There’s always later.” 

With those words, Thad and David stepped aside and Blaine reached out to Kurt. “Come on, I’ll walk you back.”

“I don’t know, what’s to stop them from jumping me as soon as I step out of the light?”

“Wes is a man of his word, you can go now.”

Kurt wanted to object that Wes hadn’t given his word on anything . He hadn’t even said that he was letting Kurt go but for some reason he trusted Blaine. He shouldn’t - he was a vampire - but inexplicably he did.