-Awkward-

“Kurt, there you are! We’ve been trying to call you for ages. We were just about to send out a search party,” exclaimed Mercedes.

“Kurt, aren’t you going to introduce us to this dapper cutie pie — who we’ll totally crush at Sectionals, no offense,” Rachel asked directing her last comment directly to Blaine.

“We should get going,” Kurt insisted. “It will be dark soon and I don’t think we should be here after sundown,” he continued ominously.

“Don’t be so rude,” Rachel admonished. “Hi, I’m Rachel,” she said extending her hand to Blaine. 

“I’m Blaine,” he replied taking her hand in his.

Artie, Tina, Sam, Quinn, and Santana all introduced themselves to the charming Warbler as Kurt stood by and gave them impatient glares.

“Mercedes,” Mercedes introduced herself. “We met the other night but I didn’t get a chance to formally introduce myself. You sort of disappeared on us.”

“I had things to do,” he answered mysteriously.

“Well, that’s enough of that, Blaine it was…enlightening. We must be going now,” Kurt insisted as he physically dragged Mercedes toward the exit. Since he had the keys to the car, the rest had no choice but to follow. 

Kurt lifted Artie out of his chair with ease and set him in the seat next to the door before loading his chair in the back of the Escalade. Kurt climbed in and started the car, driving off in silence trying to ignore the chatter of the other excited glee-clubers. Mercedes shot him worried looks but he ignored those as well.

Just his luck; he met a handsome boy and he turned out to be a vampire. Bad enough when his worst fear was that a guy would be straight now he had to ascertain if he was even human!

He had so many questions for Will Schuester and he wasn’t sure the young Watcher would have any answers.

“They were good but I think we can beat them,” Rachel prattled. “I mean, that whole all boys a cappella thing is just a gimmick after all.”

“I don’t know, Rachel,” Tina commented, “they seemed so…precise and well practiced. We don’t have anything like that.”

“At least we won’t be facing Vocal Adrenaline this year, thanks to the reshuffling of the sections and regions, we wouldn’t compete against them unless we make it to Nationals.”

“What’s a Vocal Adrenaline?” Santana asked.

“Oh, here we go, you just had to ask,” said Mercedes with an eye roll.

“What is Vocal Adrenaline? Are you people serious about show choir or is this just a joke to you?” retorted Rachel.

“Actually-” started Santana.

“They are just the six time national champions of show choir, that’s who they are. Led to those numerous victories by show choir legend, Shelby Corcoran, also my mom.”

“Your mom? Isn’t that a conflict of interest?” asked Santana.

“Mom? Aren’t you adopted with two gay dads?” asked Quinn. “I mean, not that I paid attention to anything you’ve ever said or have the slightest interest in your life but I might have heard that in passing,” she added hastily. 

“I’m not adopted,” corrected Rachel. “One of my dads inseminated a surrogate and last year I met her - Shelby Corcoran. And for your information, Santana, she has moved to New York to pursue her Broadway dreams - not that her being my mom would in anyway affect either of us in our drive to win.”

“It was a whole thing last year, too bad you missed it,” explained Tina. “There was much drama involved.”

“It just didn’t turn out how I expected,” said Rachel sadly. “I did get an epic romance full of angst and heartbreak,” she added excitedly, as if angst and heartbreak were somehow good things. “I dated supremely talented lead singer Jesse St. James. He’s probably the love of my life,” she said dramatically throwing her arm against her forehead. “Alas, it wasn’t meant to be as he had to go to college and I’m a mere high school junior. We’re like Romeo and Juliet.”

Kurt snorted and muttered, “That’s not Romeo and Juliet. Try being a vampire slayer and falling for a vampire.”

“You mean like Anita Blake and Jean Claude?” asked Sam excitedly. “I didn’t know you were into that sort of thing, Kurt. I’m sort of a geek,” he said with a smile to Quinn. “I have the whole comic book series - I didn’t read the novels because I’m not much of a reader.”

“Yeah…,” Kurt said cautiously. “Them.” 

‘Vampire?’ Mercedes mouthed silently to Kurt with wide eyes.

“I’ll tell you about it later,” he whispered.

Kurt and Mercedes met up with Mr. Shue in his office at McKinley. Kurt explained the events at Dalton to a fascinated Will Schuester and Mercedes as they sat occasionally nodding or asking a question or two.

“A vampire?” Will mused thoughtfully. “And he saved your life?”

“Several times,” reiterated Kurt. “Why would he do that? Is it some sort of trick? What is his agenda?”

“I don’t trust him,” Mercedes interjected.

“You thought he was sexy,” Kurt corrected.

“That was before I found out he was a vampire!” Mercedes pointed at her neck for emphasis. 

The bite was healing nicely but it was still there under the bandage. Mercedes had claimed a straightening iron accident to explain it.

“I agree completely with  Mercedes, Kurt. Vampires are not to be trusted under any circumstances. As to his motives…I can’t really say but suffice to say they must have some sort of plot. Perhaps even to destroy the Slayer.”

“I’d be dead if he hadn’t intervened.”

“Perhaps not. Don’t underestimate yourself, Kurt. You are the Slayer and the odds may have seemed overwhelming at the time but, I assure you, you should be able to slay five vampires without any help what so ever.”

“It was actually-“

“Vampires? Did you guys say vampires?” shrieked Rachel.

The three of them looked up to see a pale Rachel standing in the door. 

“No,” Mercedes insisted.

“Twilight,” Kurt answered at the same time.

“Yes, we were talking about Twilight,” Mercedes agree. “ I just meant no because they are horror movie type vampires-“

“You were not talking about Twilight! I heard the whole thing and Kurt is the Slayer and the Warblers are vampires! Why didn’t anyone tell me?”

“You’ve been eavesdropping?” Will accused.

“Well, how else am I going to find out anything?” She answered dramatically as she sat down next to Mercedes. “Apparently, everyone knows about this but me.”

“Not everyone, Rachel,” corrected Kurt. “Just us,” he said indicating the three of them.

“Mr. Shue, I can’t believe you kept something so important from me! These vampires could hypnotize the judges into giving them first place in competitions and that’s cheating.”

Mercedes and Kurt stared at her in horror.

“I hardly think cheating at show choir is the most importan-,” Mr Shue tried to say.

“Not the most important thing!” Rachel interrupted. “We’re talking about my career here. I need to win!”

“Rachel!” Kurt snapped. “People die. This is serious stuff. Vampires kill people. They killed my mother,” Kurt added. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t…I didn’t think.”

“Of course you didn’t. Mr. Shue what should I do?”

“I don’t know, Kurt. Obviously, we need to clean out this nest at Dalton but not without some planning and information. I’ll consult my database and contact my superiors to see if they know anything about this Blaine fellow. Do you think you could draw a picture of him?” 

-Brett-

Kurt resolved to put the events of the weekend behind him and focus on school but Monday morning proved to be anything but a normal day.

“Have you heard...”

“…Horrible…”

“I heard he was torn to shreds…”

“…They say it was some sort of animal…”

Kurt heard snippets of conversation as he made his way to Tina and Mercedes standing in the hall.

“What’s going on?” Kurt asked.

“It’s horrible,” Tina replied. “Brett was found mauled by some sort of animal this weekend.”

“Brett, as in I dress and smell homeless Brett?”

“Kurt! That’s mean,” said Mercedes.

“Seriously,” interrupted Sam, who had arrived silently without Kurt realizing it. “You don’t know what kind of hard times his family might have fallen on or what he had to do to survive. And now he’s dead. I’ve never known anyone who died before.”

“I know,” agreed Tina, “It’s crazy. He was our age. How could this happen? There aren’t wild animals in Lima.”

“I wonder what it was?” mused Kurt. 

Speculation was rampant for the rest of the day and by the time Kurt was able to convene with Mr. Shue, Mercedes, and Rachel, he was convinced Brett’s death wasn’t natural.

“I’m afraid you may be right, Kurt. I’m suspicious about this as well. The police are calling it an animal attack but I think there may a demon or some other supernatural force at work.”

“You mean there are things other than vampires killing people?” Rachel asked hysterically.

“I’m afraid so,” Mr. Shue assured her. “Vampires are just one type of demon. There are so many others and with McKinley being on a hellmouth we are prone to more trouble than most places.”

“So what are our main suspects and how do we find out?” Kurt asked. 

“It was a full moon, so it is possible that it was a werewolf.”

“Then I learn how to slay a werewolf, silver?” Kurt suggested.

“It’s more complicated than that, Kurt. At one time that would have been the answer but the Watchers’ Council takes a more permissive view of werewolves now. They are human for the most part and only dangerous if allowed to roam free during the full moon. In some cases, the human may not even be aware of what they are. Or if they are, they may be making the effort to stayed contained during the dangerous time. If they don’t kill anyone, then the rule is they aren’t to be harmed.”

“But someone is dead,” Mercedes insisted.

“Yes, but we don’t know what killed him. I need to speak to Kurt alone, ladies would you please give us some privacy?”

Rachel and Mercedes looked like they might objects so Mr. Shue reiterated, “It is confidential Watcher/Slayer business. Nothing you need to know about.”

Once the girls had left, Will continued, “Kurt, this absolutely cannot leave this room, do I have your assurance?”

“Sure, of course.”

“Finn Hudson is a werewolf.”

“Finn?” Kurt said in a shocked voice. “How… when… why haven’t you told me this before?” Kurt rushed out.

“Outing a werewolf is a terrible thing. There is a great deal of prejudice and as long as he kept himself confined during the full moon it wasn’t an issue. And we have absolutely no reason to believe it was even a werewolf or that it was him. Unfortunately, since it is possible, you need to know. If he’s gotten a taste for human flesh…You may have to slay him, Kurt. Do you think you can do that?”

Kurt thought back to the torment he’d suffered at the jock’s hand the previous year. He’d had a huge crush on Finn and while he’d barely spoken to him, somehow the entire football team seemed to know about it. One day they’d taken it upon themselves to teach Kurt a lesson. Before that, Kurt had thought Finn was better than the rest of them, somehow he seemed slightly less cruel but that day he proved who he really was and Kurt never forgot it. 

The bruises only lasted a week but the deeper pain caused by the words that rained from Finn’s lips would never go away. But kill him? Kurt had never thought himself a violent person but slaying had somehow come naturally to him. The vampires were the stuff of his nightmares and they conveniently dissolved to dust when he staked them. He didn't even think of it as killing so much as destroying a thing but Finn was a person. A person that he sang in glee club with, went to school with and no matter how cruel, he was just a boy. 

“I don’t know. Maybe we should just hope it doesn’t come to that. Are we going to confront him? Ask him if he was locked up when the murder happened?”

“Not just yet. I think we need more information first.”

-Sleepover-

Mercedes looked  quizzically at the text on Kurt’s phone as he took another bite of ice cream. Dressed in his stylish designer silk pajamas he was sexy and distracting, but Mercedes reminded herself that they were in the friend zone forever. After all, sleepovers weren’t something one did with boys who could be boyfriends.

“Are you sure this is vegan?” Rachel asked.

“Yes, for the hundredth time it’s Rice Dream, one hundred precent vegan,” Kurt assured her.

“What’s the big deal? He texted you,” Rachel added.

“What’s the big deal?” Kurt exclaimed. “I never even gave him my phone number! And now he is texting me cryptic warnings.”

Mercedes looked at the text again.

Be careful

“Is it a warning or a threat?” asked Mercedes. “And how do you know it is even from Blaine?”

“Look at the next one,” Kurt instructed.

BE CAREFUL

“Same thing again,” commented Mercedes with a shrug.

“No, look,” said Kurt pointing. “It’s in all caps. What do you think that means?”

“Maybe he isn’t evil, Kurt and he just wants to warn you about something,” Rachel suggested.

“He should just come out and say it,” Kurt snorted.

“What are we going to do about this Brett situation?” Rachel asked. 

“We aren’t going to do anything about it,” Kurt answered. “I’m going to slay whatever did it.”

“Unless it was just a murder,” mused Mercedes. “What if it wasn’t an it at all? People do get murdered. Maybe you should talk to Ms. Pillsbury and find out more about his life. Maybe there are some clues to what might have happened to him!”

“So we’re the Hardy Boys now?” interjected Rachel.

“More like Nancy Drew,” laughed Mercedes.

“It would be nice to see that coroner’s report,” said Kurt thoughtfully.

“I may have an idea,” Rachel added with a sparkle in her eye.

-I Have a Pamphlet for That-

“Oh hey, Kurt. How are you holding up?” chirped Ms. Pillsbury as Kurt walked into to her office. 

“I’m fine; why wouldn’t I be?” Kurt answered as he sat down and glanced around the room. His eyes lit on her row of custom pamphlets behind the desk. One in particular caught his eye as he hadn’t seen it before. In large bold letters is said ‘Do Gingers have Souls?’ In smaller letters under the title, it said ‘Sorting fact from myth.’ 

“Many of the students have been coming by to talk to me - about Brett. It’s all very disturbing so if you need to talk to me about it, I’m here.” She paused a second before continuing, “Or anything else that might be on your mind.”

“I was wondering if you knew anything about him? Anything that might explain what happened to him. Someone told me that he used to come talk to you and maybe he told you something.”

“Normally, I wouldn’t reveal anything that was discussed here but, Kurt, I’m worried for you. I think his death wasn’t random and it has something to do with you.”

“Why would you say that?” Kurt exclaimed.

“I may have done a small divination to determine what was going on after I heard about his death.”

“Wait, what? What’s a divination?”

“It’s just a minor spell. I do a little crafting - nothing major. Mostly cleansing spells. You’d be surprised how ineffective normal disinfectants are but a nicely done casting can get every germ. It’s true,” she assured him as she polished a grape from  a bowl on her desk. “Grape?” she asked holding one out to him.

“No, thanks,” he answered in a stunned voice. “So you’re a witch?”

“Oh, goodness, no. I’m not so powerful as that. Just a bit of dabbling and the minor vision here or there. Just enough to know what’s going on, usually.”

“Oh,” Kurt said trying to digest this information.

“So, you being the Slayer and all, I’ll do whatever I can to help you find Brett’s killer.”

“So you know about that too?”

“Yes, well, visions,” she answered in an embarrassed voice.

“Any ideas from your visions?”

“Unfortunately, no. I just get the feeling that it had something to do with you and his…” she paused to swallow uncomfortably, blushing a little. “Well, I don’t know how to put this delicately…he was…well, he needed money and there are certain places where a boy might make money, um, doing things.” She lowered her voice and whispered, “You know things.”

“I have no idea what you are talking about.”

The wide-eyed teacher looked around nervously as if she were afraid someone might be watching them then reached into a drawer and pulled out a pamphlet. She slid the pamphlet across the desk to Kurt.

Need Money? Ten Reasons Why Fellatio is Not a Résumé Skill.

“Oh!” Kurt exclaimed. “Are you saying he was a youknow?” he asked tilting his head toward the offending title.

Lips tight, Emma just nodded.

“And someone killed him for that? Isn’t that sort of extreme? And what has that to do with me? I would never…I mean either one…ur, go to one or be one. Not that I knew such a thing was available in Lima, Ohio.”

“I know. Of course you wouldn’t. I can tell you are a good boy, Kurt. The sort who would wait until marriage or later, even. There is no rush. I think if you really love someone handholding should be all the affection one would need. And putting things in your mouth is so unsanitary. I don’t see the appeal myself. ”

“Let’s get back on topic please!” Kurt begged. “Who or what do you think killed him?”

“I don’t know. I just know it isn’t over yet. Something is not right. Brett was making money providing his services but he was terrified of one customer. He wouldn’t say who it was but I got the feeling it wasn’t just some random man.”

“So you don’t think it was a supernatural creature that killed him? Like a vampire?”

“Is there a particular vampire that you want to talk about, Kurt?” Ms. Pillsbury asked smugly.  She slid another pamphlet across the table.

Wow, that's a lot of hair!

Coping with your boyfriend's lunar cycle.

Kurt looked confused.

“Oops, wrong one. So sorry, that one is for someone else. Here you go,” she added handing him a different one.

Fangbanger? 

How to tell if he sees you as a walking happy meal or a candidate for eternal life

Kurt looked at the shockingly specific material. 

“Do you have one of these for every situation?”

She shrugged and said, “It’s a gift… and a curse. It’s and gift and a curse.”

-Autopsy-

Rachel and Quinn were sitting, heads together, looking through a file when Mercedes and Kurt walked into the choir room.

“Kurt,” Rachel called.  “Come look at this. Quinn snagged us a copy of Brett’s autopsy report. Isn’t that amazing?”

“Why would she do that?” Kurt asked nonplused.

“Duh, to help us figure out what killed him of course.”

“Let me see that,” demanded Mercedes. Upon seeing the first picture she look a little ill and handed it quickly back to Quinn. “Kurt, I don’t think you really want to see this.”

“Oh stop being such a baby,” admonished Quinn. “It’s just a picture. I’m planning to go to medical school someday so this is good practice.”

“So how did you get this file?” Kurt inquired.

Rachel smiled smugly and answered for her, “You be surprised what blond hair, perfect skin, a gorgeous smile, and the prettiest eyes in Ohio will get you.”

“I know a guy that interns at the coroner’s office and he has a crush on me,” Quinn allowed with a tiny smile.

“Why, though? Why are you involved? Rachel what did you tell her?” Kurt asked tartly.

“I had to tell her everything, Kurt. We need her help. Besides, she already knew all about werewolves!”

“Since my boyfriend is one, I kind of wanted to know if he’s be secretly using people as chew toys.”

“How long have you known?” Kurt asked.

“Wait, Finn’s a werewolf? Why am I the last to know these things?” exclaimed Mercedes. 

“I’m not stupid,” Quinn insisted. “There were tons of clues not the least of which were all the people telling me he was one.”

“Like, Ms. Pillsbury?” Kurt suggested. 

“For one,” Quinn admitted. “Can you believe she gave me a pamphlet?” 

“Yeah, I can.”

“What do we know?” Kurt started.

“About what?” Will asked as he joined the group.

“Brett’s death,” Kurt supplied. “Quinn’s on our supernatural crime fighting team now. Deal with it.”

Will just sighed and said, “Of course. Why wouldn’t she be?” He was too tired for sarcasm. His watcher training just hadn’t prepared him for a Slayer like Kurt.

“For one thing,” Quinn said ignoring the interruptions, “We know it wasn’t a vampire. There was far too much blood in the body and on the scene. The cause of death seems to be from multiple deep wounds consistent with claw-like implements. But not from any known animal. Too long and sharp to be any sort of mountain lion or bear. No teeth marks of any kind and nothing was eaten. Provisionally, they are looking for a person with some sort of Freddy Kruger fetish.”

“I hope nothing illegal was done in obtaining this file,” Will muttered.

“We didn’t do anything illegal,” Quinn assured him. “That intern…well, someone should fire him probably but it’s not my fault that he is completely unprofessional and unethical.”

 “The good news is that it isn’t a werewolf,” Kurt said.

“We haven’t completely ruled that out,” Will insisted. “These claw marks could have been a werewolf. On the other hand, no bite does seem to point away from werewolf. For one to maul their prey like this and not eat it would be highly unusual.”

“I think I’m going to be sick,” moaned Mercedes.

“I haven’t even gotten to the worst part,” Quinn said ominously.

“What could be worst than being clawed to death?” Kurt asked.

Rachel and Mercedes looked at each other as the same thought crossed there minds. It wasn’t surprising that the males in the room didn’t jump there immediately.

“No, please don’t say he was…,” Rachel cried.

Quinn just nodded then after a moment of silence she continued, “I won’t go into graphic details because what’s in this report is sure to make everyone lose their lunch but it was brutal. Whatever did this had an appetite all right but not for food.”

“What do you mean?” Will asked still puzzled.

Kurt looked green. He’d finally understood as well. He’d tried watching gay porn and found even consensual anal sex very disturbing, the thought of that being forced on someone…he shuttered. 

“He was raped, Mr. Schuester,” Quinn said quietly. 

There wasn’t much to say after that. Kurt didn't have a clue how he would find this mysterious bad customer that Ms. Pillsbury had mentioned but he would somehow.  He didn’t know if Brett had been gay or if he’d only been turning tricks for money but it didn’t matter. No one deserved to be raped and murdered. No one.

- Meet me at Breadstix-

Blaine:

Kurt, we need to talk. Can I come to Lima?

Kurt:

I’m pretty sure you can.

Blaine:

Will you meet with me? This is serious.

Kurt:

Let me guess, be careful?

Blaine:

I have information about murders. I’m worried about you. Let me help you.

Kurt:

Fine. Breadstix. Tonight.

Blaine:

I’ll be there two hours after sundown.

-Cut-

Mercedes and Kurt sat across from the vampire, still wearing his Dalton school boy uniform.

“Someone murdered a boy from your school and I think it may be related to a murder in Westerville,” Blaine explained.

“Why would vamp - Warblers care about that?” asked Kurt. “I’m guessing people in Westerville are murdered all the time.”

“You’d be guessing wrong. Westerville is the safest town in the mid-west. Murder is nearly unheard of. We have the lowest violent crime rate in Ohio because we don’t allow this sort of thing in our home. Even feeding isn’t allowed in Westerville city limits.”

“That didn’t seem to bother Aaron,” Kurt snapped.

“If you hadn't handled that situation, he would have been chastised.”

“Oh, well, I guess if he was going to be chastised, I overreacted.”

“Are we just going to snipe all night or do you want my help?”

“He has a point, Kurt. We don't have much to go on.”

“Fine,” Kurt agreed. “Tell us what you know.”

“Her name was Mary Elizabeth and she was a student at our sister school, Crawford Country Day School for Girls.”

“Was she raped?” asked Mercedes.

“Why would you ask that?” asked Blaine.

“Never mind,” Kurt insisted. “Just answer the question.”

“No,” Blaine answered. “The state of the body indicates an attack by something with a great deal of anger. She was shredded but there is no evidence that there was any sexual motive.”

“Do you know anything that could help us?” Kurt asked.

“Mary had a secret boyfriend. Her parents didn't know who he was but our sources at Crawford say he was a student at McKinley. I don't think the McKinley murder is a coincidence.”

“Any idea what we are dealing with?” Kurt asked.

“Not completely human but not any sort of other creature we've ever encountered. Wes is an ancient vampire and he's completely puzzled. There is something very strange about this.”