Title: What's left of my human side is slowly changing
Genre(s): AU, paranormal, drama, romance, angst
Pairing(s): Kurtofsky, slight Blaine at the beginning
Warnings: Character death, blood, violence
Spoilers: Until end of Season 2
Word Count: 22.064
Summary: At the last day of summer Kurt get's bitten by a Vampire. While trying to live with his new condition, he also has to accept the fact that his feelings and his personality are starting to change – and that Dave Karofsky might be more important to him than he ever could have guessed.
Author's Note: Okay, first of all, this was a bitch to write. I had the idea almost as soon as I signed up for the Big Bang, but then something happened in my personal life and I wasn't even sure if I could continue this.
But then a few weeks ago it hit me and I wrote and wrote and it's finally done.
I've never written such a long One Shot before and I hate endings.
This time I even had two and was totally frustrated.
Title from: Down With The Sickness by Disturbed
Further A/N at the end :)
The first time it happened, Dave thought it was just luck.
He saw one of the Puckheads creeping up on Kurt during the first week of school, ready to push him into a locker and Kurt unknowingly dodged him, baffling both Dave and the hockey player.
Yes, Dave thought it was just luck that Kurt had escaped a hurtful welcome to school.
But then it happened again. And again. And again.
Suddenly all he saw were members of the football- or hockey team coming at Kurt, trying to shove him, trip him or do anything to make him hit the floor.
Kurt just moved away from all of them as if he sensed them coming.
Dave shook his head in disbelief every time he saw it happen.
'What the hell is going on?'
Dave picked up on other changes in Kurt.
Like his wardrobe, for one.
Not that it wasn't still very stylish and expensive, but it was also darker and more modest.
Sometimes it seemed that the only things visible were Kurt's pale face and hands.
It bothered Dave, not that he tried to be creepy, but he had liked to occasionally look at the singer's neck.
The next thing he noticed was his voice. It had become deeper, rougher. It was still unique but it was more… sensual. Now all it took was a "Good morning" to make Dave awkwardly hurry to the nearest bathroom.
And then there was the strangest of all things he had noticed:
Dave had been at the Lima Bean when he saw Kurt and Blaine sitting at a table in a heated argument.
He restrained himself from eavesdropping, getting his usual, but when Blaine yelled and insult and ran out, looking angry and hurt, he moved over to sit with Kurt.
"Everything okay?" he asked. Kurt looked up at him – 'God, had his eyes grown deeper?' – and nodded.
"Yes," he had answered in his deeper voice. "I just broke up with him."
Dave sat down, shocked. "What? But… why? I thought you were happy?"
Kurt shrugged. "Yeah… I realized he isn't what I really want. He's pretty… boring, to be honest. And I rather like my relationships to be more thrilling."
He smirked at Dave and goosebumps broke out along his arms.
"Are you okay, Kurt?" he accidently blurted out. "You seem… different, lately." He tacked on weakly.
Kurt's face shut down, as if a light had been blown out. Dave didn't like it.
"I'm absolutely fabulous, David, thank you very much," the singer hissed while standing up, "And even if I weren't, it wouldn't be your business."
He stormed out of the Lima Bean, leaving Dave wondering what the fuck was going on with Kurt Hummel.
It happened at the last day of summer holiday.
Carole and Kurt went to a spa in Columbus weekend trip, just to relax and have some bonding time.
With Kurt attending Dalton and the boys being always gone during the summer, there hadn't been much time for the two of them to really talk, and Carole desperately wanted to get to know Kurt better.
She wanted to know more about this boy Blaine, if just to reassure Burt that he really was a nice boy for his son.
It had been a great experience for both of them. Kurt even met some other guys he could connect with – nobody as wonderful as Blaine, of course, but still: Other gay guys.
That in itself was a miracle, he guessed.
Saturday night he went to the pool with two of his new friends, and only hours later had it occurred to him that no one else around.
When he voiced his concern, the other two guys just grinned in return.
"Oh, the pool's booked tonight," one of them, Jake, growled.
"Yeah, we thought we could get a little… privacy," Connor added and Kurt's blood ran cold. Slowly, he waded away from the other boys.
"Why?" he asked. "What do we need privacy for?"
'Oh god, I am going to get raped in a swimming pool,' screamed his mind as he paled.
Jake laughed. "Oh, don't worry… we won't touch you, Kurt. That's Leon's part."
Kurt swallowed. "Who's Leon?" he croaked ans just as he reached out to grab the edge of the pool, strong arms grabbed his shoulders and hoisted him out of the water. Kurt screamed as he was turned around to stare into the face of a stranger – a man who looked about thirty, with blonde hair and steel blue eyes.
"I'm Leon," he growled. "And you're now mine!"
All Kurt managed to see was a flash of white teeth as blinding pain seered through his neck. A slurping sound followed and he felt like his heart was pulled out of his chest.
He felt frozen in place, unable to struggle. He fought for air as his vision grew darker.
'I'm going to die' he conceded. He couldn't make himself care. All he wanted to do was sleep.
Unable to drift off he found himself lying on the ground, a warm, sticky liquid dripped onto his lips. Without thinking his tongue lapped at it, faster and faster, and when a wrist was placed against his mouth he grabbed onto it and drank.
It was so good!
The taste reminded him of his mother's favorite cookies, of snuggling in bed on a Sunday morning and freshly fallen snow, all in one. He groaned in pleasure, then in frustration as the arm was snatched away from him.
"More…," he whispered. Someone laughed right above him.
He blinked, trying to focus, but his eyes felt so heavy…
Finally darkness embraced him, just as he recognized Leon standing above him, grinning, his mouth glistening red in the harsh neon lights of the pool.
"Mine now," the man whispered, and Kurt was gone.
The sound of drums and some sort of whooshing woke him.
For a moment he thought he had fallen asleep on his couch while Doctor Who was on, but then he started to feel.
"So thirsty...," he murmured opening his eyes, not really seeing anything.
The drum sound sounded closer, someone was bending over him and the smell!
He shot up, wrapping his arms around the person standing over him. He opened his mouth with a hiss. He felt his teeth growing and oh god, he was so thirsty, so so so so – pain!
He reared back, clutching his right shoulder, his vision clearing.
Before him stood Carole, deadly pale, staring wide eyed at him.
He looked down at his arm, a piece of wood stood out of his shoulder.
"What...?" he asked stupidly. Carole let out a sob.
"Oh, god, Kurt, I'm so sorry... I should never have let you come down here alone... I'm so sorry!"
He looked back at her. "What happened?" he asked, his throat raspy, but then it all came back to him.
His eyes widened as he clutched his neck, feeling nothing but understanding anyway.
"Oh my God," he murmured, his eyes found Carole's again."What happened to me?"
She started to cry in earnest now as she slowly came closer. "Kurt, I'm sorry. We need to get you to our room, people will come in soon. Please, come with me."
He shakily stood up and followed her, his mind reeling. While they walked he yanked the wood from his arm – it was a splintered chair leg – letting it fall to the ground.
This man attacked him... took his blood... he remembered drinking something... "I – I'm a V – Vampire?" he whispered. Carole's answering sob was the only answer he needed. Tears welled up in his eyes. "I'm a monster..."
They entered their shared bedroom and Carole hurried to close the curtains.
Kurt sat down on the bed, he felt empty while the thirst seemed to grow stronger with every minute.
He looked at his stepmother. "What do we do now?" he asked, his voice tiny, wishing Carole would just take everything, and make it okay.
He knew he was underreacting but he just couldn't bring himself to freak out. It was just too much.
She sniffed and took out her phone. "Now I call for help," she answered, her voice hoarse, but strong. "Don't worry, baby. We'll pull through. We'll make it okay."
He nodded, and let his head drop. "I'm so thirsty," he said. Carole nodded, unseen by him, "Yes, baby. I know."
The help Carole called was a woman named Sheila. She was small in stature but big in ego. She had breasts that would put Santana's to shame.
Kurt stared at her when she entered, all blonde hair, high boots, wearing a short red dress. She held a big leather case in her hand.
She rushed over to Carole, ignoring Kurt, and hugging her like there was no tomorrow. "Oh, sweetheart, it is so good to see you," she cooed and Carole laughed before she returned the hug.
"It's good to see you, too, Sheila. I am so glad you came."
The other woman smiled. "I'll always come for you, Carole, you know that. So!" she exclaimed and turned around to Kurt. "Let's have a look at your son."
Kurt gulped. His throat felt incredibly dry, like he had just sung a dozen songs in a row.
"Carole, will you leave us for a while?" Sheila asked as she stared at Kurt with piercing blue eyes. "I'll call you when we are done."
Carole nodded, leaving the room after one last long look at Kurt.
Kurt and Sheila eyed each other for a minute before the woman broke out in a smile. She opened her leather case.
"So, your name is Kurt, right?" She waited for Kurt to nod, and smiled again. "Nice to meet you. I'm Sheila. I guess you're pretty thirsty by now?"
Kurt blinked. "Uh... yeah. How do you..."
She waved him off. "It's normal, the newly turned are always thirsty. Here, I brought you these."
She took out three blood bags, and Kurt's mouth started to water. He moved in a flash, grabbing the bags from her. He returned to the bed, already sucking down the first one.
Sheila watched him with a sad look in her eyes. She waited until he finished all three bags.
"Feeling better?" she asked and he nodded again, smiling at her.
"Yeah, thanks. I really needed that... Uh... where did you get it?"
She shrugged. "I've got a friend at Grant Medical, he gives me this stuff. I like to be prepared for cases like yours."
He looked at her closely. "You're not a Vampire," he stated and she shook her head.
"Nope, I'm not. I'm a witch, actually."
He cocked his head. "There're no such things," he said and felt stupid at the same moment. "On the other hand, I didn't believe in Vampires until now, either," he added and she chuckled.
"Exactly. Don't worry, it gets kinda overwhelming at first, but you'll get used to it."
He sighed. "I don't like this," he murmured, "I didn't choose this, I was attacked and now... what will happen to me now?"
Tears filled his eyes again. He wiped them away, and when he pulled them back there was blood on his hands.
Sheila sighed and sat down beside him. "Kurt," she began and then stopped, chewing her bottom lip. "It's not easy," she continued, "It will never be easy, but you'll have to live with it, as long as you can. If you decide to end your life, however, I can tell you how, but that isn't what Carole called me here for."
He looked at her again. "That's another thing... How does Carole know about this stuff? She even put a chair leg through my arm when I attacked her! How did she know what to do?"
Sheila laughed. "Well... it's kind of a long story, so the short version's she and I were best friends at High School, together with another girl from our class, Melody. They both knew I was a witch, and were totally cool with it. We were really great friends, but then Melody got turned..."
Sheila's smile fell as she remembered. "Carole got attacked and nearly killed by her," she continued quietly. "We found out it was planned by the guy who turned Melody. She stopped herself just in time so Carole survived... and I staked Melody when I found them."
Kurt swallowed. "I am so sorry," he said and she nodded.
"Thank you. It was a long time ago. But since then Carole and I have done a lot of research on Vampires, to be prepared. When she got married I continued alone, but we stayed in contact. I'm glad I was here when she called me, now I can help you."
She opened her leather case again and took out some stuff which reminded Kurt of the time he went with Brittany to check out a tattoo parlour.
"What is that?" he asked and backed away a little.
She looked at him with a very serious look in her face. "Look, Kurt," she explained. "You're a Vampire. And whatever Twilight says, you won't sparkle in the sun. Instead, when it touches you, you will do a Claudia so fast you won't even have the time to think about the pain while you burn.
Some monks found a way to prevent that and I'm here to give you this chance, because Carole asked me to."
She sighed, "Kurt, when you become a vampire, your mind changes. At first, everything will be pretty normal, except for the thirst and some enhanced senses. Little by little your personality will change. It's different with everyone, maybe you'll become very religious all of a sudden, maybe a womanizer or maybe just an ass. Whatever it will be, you will change. And when you change, you might get... brutal. Murderous. So this tattoo? It can actually become a danger to humans, if you use it wrongly."
She looked him straight in the eyes. "Will you use it wrongly?"
He paused and looked away. "I... I want to finish school" he whispered. "I want to spend the next year like a normal kid, then leave the city as I have planned. Because if I change now... it might kill my Dad."
He looked back up at Sheila. "How will I keep this from him?" he asked desperately, "How will I keep him from finding out about me?"
She sighed again. "That's up to you, Kurt. Carole said you're a good kid and I believe her. She loves you. If you want to save your family the pain, that's good enough for me. The change will probably take some time anyway, so you should be able to finish school before anything serious happens. You'll just have to be careful."
She lifted her hand and put a finger down. "You will have to feed, but don't make it obvious, and don't kill anyone. If you do, I'll find out, and come for you. And I will kill you, if I have to."
He nodded, looking back at her. "I understand."
She put another finger down. "Second, no human food. Your body can't digest it. So if you have to eat, find a way to get it out again soon after – it will make you sick. Put your fingers down your throat if you have to."
He nodded again and she retracted a third finger. "When you feed, your skin will get a little less pale. You were fair before, so I guess it's not as bad for you, but you'll get even paler over the years."
Her hand came down to rest on her lap. "The tattoos won't last forever, so come and see me again when you start to get headaches under the sun – or in about three years. I'll give you my private number, call me for anything. I'll call you in turn if there's something you need to know. I'll also give you the number of another witch I know – if anything happens to me, go to her. I'll also pay you a visit now and then, just to check on you."
He nodded and smiled at her. "Thank you, Sheila," he said. "You're really a great help."
She grinned. "Of course I am, I'm awesome."
They laughed, and then Kurt eyed the stuff in her case again. "So... how does this work?"
She picked some of it up. "You lie down on your belly, I'll put them on your back, no one will notice them there. Be careful who sees you without a shirt before you are eigthteen – or explain to your Dad that Carole gave her okay, but that could still get you into trouble."
Kurt nodded again, took a deep breath and laid down. "I hate tattoos," he murmured. "I never wanted any, and now I have to have them. Unfair."
Sheila laughed sadly and got her needles in place. "Yeah, as unfair as some asshole turning you without your consent," she answered and started on the first tattoo. "What was his name anyway? Do you know?"
Kurt grit his teeth, the needles didn't really hurt, but were highly uncomfortable.
"I think he was called Leon" he spat out and took another deep breath – realizing for the first time that he didn't need to breath anymore.
The needles stilled, and Sheila breathed in sharply. "Leon? Damn, boy... You got yourself a pretty old one."
Kurt shrugged before she started on her work again. "Yeah, don't really care. I'm just glad he vanished instead of taking me with him."
Sheila looked down at her work. "He'll probably come back one day," she assured him. "He likes to do that. Turn young people and come back years later to see how they are. If they survived."
Kurt grit his teeth again. "Sounds like such a nice guy," he mumbled sarcastically and Sheila snorted.
They fell silent until she finished her work. She gave him two more blood bags to help him calm down. The tattoos stung.
When Sheila was done she called Carole back in.
By then Kurt had finished his blood bags so his stepmother wouldn't see him drink the stuff. He didn't want to scare her even more. And he was ashamed, to be honest.
"Hey, honey," Carole said when she came in and hugged him, careful of the tattoos. "Are you okay?"
He nodded. "Yeah, I'm... well. Sheila explained some stuff and... yeah."
He sighed. "I don't know how we'll keep this from Dad..."
Carole smiled sadly. "Don't worry, we'll think of something. I mean, the only time we really ever eat together is on Friday Nights, all the other times you can just pretend. And on Friday... well, I guess you'll have to get it out right after then."
Kurt nodded again and tears welled up in his eyes. He hugged Carole and she returned the embrace.
"I don't want this!" the boy screamed. "I want to be normal! Isn't it enough to be gay? To be an outsider? Why do I've to be a monster, too?"
Carole held him close why he cried, trading desperate looks with Sheila, who just looked sad.
After a while, Kurt calmed down and cleaned his face – his tears consisted of blood now, apparently. He needed to remember that.
Suddenly, Sheila spoke up. "I need to go back soon," she said quietly. "I have a contact in Lima General, she'll supply you with blood bags as often as she can – but you'll probably still need to hunt sometimes. As I said, be careful.
And don't be too scared if you get mood swings and things... change, suddenly. It's normal."
She squeezed his shoulder and he looked up at her, flinching at the pain in her eyes.
"I'm so sorry, Kurt," she whispered, kissed his forehead, hugged Carole and left.
Carole and Kurt looked at each other.
"Let's go home," Carole said and Kurt nodded.
It was the only thing they could do.
The drive back was silent at first, but at some point Kurt just couldn't keep it in anymore.
"Sheila told me about Melody," he said and Carole winced.
"Yeah... I figured she'd do that..."
"I'm so sorry," Kurt said and fought back new tears. "I wish you didn't have to go through this again..."
Carole looked at him for a second and squeezed his knee.
"Don't worry, Kurt," she said. "It's different now. That time we didn't know what to do – this time we're not nearly as helpless. Everything will be fine, you'll finish school and next year... well, we'll see about that when the time comes. Okay?"
Kurt nodded, overwhelmed with love for his stepmother.
"Thank you," he whispered. "I love you, Carole."
She smiled. "I love you, too, baby. Never forget that."
They arrived at the house a few minutes later.
Apparently their men hadn't waited, all the lights were out.
Kurt was happy about that, this way he had the whole night to prepare himself for meeting his Dad the first time after his turning.
Quietly the two slipped into the house, said good night and went to their rooms – or, in Kurt's case, to the bathroom.
Inside the shower he allowed himself to cry once more.
The next morning came way too fast.
When Kurt was woken by his alarm he groaned, not remembering anything for a moment.
But when he moved, the tattoos on his back stretched uncomfortably and he hissed in pain.
'Okay. No dream. This actually happened.'
He got up gingerly, took his clothes for school and went to the bathroom, locking the door.
For a minute he just looked into the mirror, studying his face.
He couldn't see any difference to the morning before, but well, Sheila had said it would take some time...
He then took off his shirt and, twisting around a bit, looked at the markings covering his backside.
Sheila had explained to him that unlike normal tattoos he wouldn't need to put salve on them, they had already healed as soon as they were done.
He sighed, put the shirt back on and started his moisturizing routine.
'If my skin changes, will I even need that anymore?' he wondered and then it hit him.
'I'll never become older. I'll always be 17!'
He moaned. "Oh, please, that's just unfair..."
About an hour later he was dressed and ready for a normal Monday morning – only that he didn't dare to leave his room.
'What if they notice something?' he asked himself and looked into the mirror again.
He sighed when he realized that he didn't really have anything to worry about – he looked the same as always.
He took a deep breath, opened the door and walked down to the kitchen, where the rest of the family was already at breakfast.
"Hey, kiddo" Burt said and hugged him. Kurt tried not to tense up when his father rubbed over the tattoos.
Finn grinned up at him. "Back from the refreshment weekend?" he asked playfully. "Did it make your skin even smoother?"
Kurt forced himself to laugh at this, while trading a sad glance with Carole.
"Yeah, Finn, wanna feel it?" he joked back and laughed in earnest when Finn blushed.
It was surprisingly easy to skip breakfast, telling his Dad he had had too many calories during the weekend and would just eat some fruits at school before first period.
Good thing Burt was normally at work already when Kurt and Finn left for school, he had just stayed in late today to say hello to Kurt.
"Hey, Finn, can you get a ride home from Rachel today?" Kurt asked. "I'm meeting Blaine after school."
Finn nodded. "Sure, no problem."
Kurt smiled. He also needed to go to the hospital and meet up with Sheila's friend for some blood.
Carole had promised to get him a fridge into his closet later the day.
It was way too easy to convince Finn to go into the building ahead of him while Kurt stayed in the car for a few more minutes.
He tried to breathe deeply, only belatedly realizing again that technically, he didn't have to do that anymore.
An almost hysterical laugh escaped him.
'I guess it would be pretty surprising if I just stopped breathing,' he thought and choked back a sob.
"This is so fucked up..." he murmured and fought back his tears, looking out at the building and then checking his face in the mirror one more time.
"It's fine" he whispered. "I look totally normal. I just have to behave like I normally do..."
He took another deep breath, ignoring the voice in his head that screamed 'Unnecessary' and left the car to walk into the school.
As soon as he entered the building he wrinkled his nose at the sheer amount of scents.
'Great, enhanced smelling. Just what I need in a high school...'
He made his way to his locker, slower than usual, trying not to touch anyone. He didn't want to get any unknown scents on his clothes.
A whiff of Axe, leather and sweat entered his nose just as a hand touched his shoulder and someone called his name.
Kurt almost slapped the hand away and turned around, looking up into Dave's bewildered eyes.
"Uhm... hi?" the jock said, uncertain and with a look of hurt in his eyes.
Kurt calmed down instantly and smiled at the other boy.
"Hey, David, sorry, you surprised me," he said and Dave relaxed.
"Yeah, sorry 'bout that. Just wanted to ask if you could excuse me in English later and maybe get me the assignment. I have a meeting with Ms. Pillsbury."
Kurt nodded. "Sure, no problem. Everything alright?"
Dave shrugged. "Yeah, just some stuff about college. I hope not to miss the whole class, but just in case."
Kurt smiled again and opened his locker. He didn't even notice that they had continued moving until they reached it.
"It's really no trouble, I wouldn't want to see you fail any assignments, David."
Dave smiled and shifted a bit which brought another wave of his scent over to Kurt who inhaled deeply. Dave smelled pretty good, actually.
Kurt hid his face inside his locker and blushed furiously.
'Okay, what the hell was that?' he asked himself and took out his books.
Dave frowned but didn't say anything about Kurt's strange behaviour.
"Okay then, thank you. So, I'll see you later?"
Kurt, controlling his blush, nodded and smiled at Dave once more. "Sure. Bye, David."
He closed his locker and wandered off, not seeing the way Dave looked after him.
'This smelling thing could become a real problem,' Kurt thought and sighed.
"Fuck my life..."
It was during lunch when Kurt second guessed his decision to continue school for the first time.
The scents around him were driving him crazy.
He'd never guessed that there were so many different ways for sweat to stink, perfumes started to give him a headache and Brett, who shared his math class, made him want to off himself.
And the smell in the cafeteria… Just no.
Kurt turned around as soon as he entered through the heavy doors and made a beeline for the football field.
Outside. Outside was good.
He left the building and breathed deeply, smelling nothing more than air, grass and dirt.
"This is better," he sighed and sat down on the bleachers.
He definitely needed to get a hang of not being seen when he didn't breathe.
'I need an excuse for lunch… Maybe I'll just make myself something every day and then dump it. Yeah, that could work…'
He frowned as he felt a twitch in his throat and coughed. Still there.
Again, the twitch, his throat started to feel like sandpaper.
"What the hell… oh."
It dawned on him. He felt like that day in his Dad's garage when he was so engrossed in working on a '69 Impala that he forgot to drink for hours.
Kurt paled. "I'm thirsty," he whispered and sat up. "Shit."
He still had two periods before he could leave for the hospital but wasn't sure if he could hold out until then.
'Well, I'll just have to try,' he encouraged himself. 'It can't be so bad… And for the other days I'll need a bottle or something… I'll just tell the others it's a vitamin shake and I can drink it instead of lunch or something…'
He buried his head in his hands. "This is Hell…"
When school was over, Kurt practically ran to his car.
His throat was seriously aching now and when he looked into the rearview mirror, he saw his pupils darken.
A strange sensation in his mouth made him bar his teeth.
A strangled cry escaped him, as he saw the way his canines were growing into fangs.
"Oh, great," he groaned, started the car and tried not to bite his own tongue. "This is absolutely disgusting…"
About twenty minutes later, Kurt was entering the Lima General Hospital, curiously looking around.
Sheila had told him were to go to meet her associate, so he went to the desk and – hiding his teeth even more than usual – asked where he could find the blood bank.
The woman at the desk explained the way and Kurt hurried away, in dire need of a drink.
A few minutes later he reached his destination.
There was just one woman working at a desk and when he cleared his throat she looked up, smiling.
"Oh, hello, nice to… Kurt?"
Kurt blinked and stared at the woman in schock.
Even though his dating with Brittany was fake, he had still met her parents.
Her father, Josua was an accountant and very humorus, her mother, Shannon, – blonde and skinny as her daughter, but paler – had been quiet but very friendly.
To see her at the blood bank, wearing a white coat and staring at him like he must be staring at her – well, Kurt was schocked.
"You… Uhm…" Kurt swallowed while Mrs. Pierce stood and walked over to him, looking him straight in the eyes.
"Oh, darling," she muttered and pulled him into a sudden hug. "I'm so, so sorry."
Kurt stiffened for a second but then returned the hug.
"Sheila told me there would be a student coming to see me," she continued, "but if I'd known it was you…"
She let go of him and studied his face for a second. "You're late, darling. You're way to new to go very long without blood, it might shatter your self control. Come with me."
She turned around and walked through a door, Kurt following.
"So… does that mean… you're a Vampire, too?" he asked in a low voice and she nodded shortly.
"Yes, dear, I am. Have been for a while now."
She opened another door and held it for him so he could enter first.
"Brittany said that you vanished when she was three and didn't come back until she was five… Was that when…" He trailed off, not sure how to phrase it.
She smiled at him. "Yes, that's when it happened. I didn't trust myself around my little girl and decided to leave… Josua was okay with it, after I explained everything."
He stared at her again. "Your husband knows?"
She nodded once more. "Yes. And so does Brittany." She opened a freezer. "So if you ever need to talk to someone about it… go to her. She'll keep your promise."
Kurt had to sit down. "So… you… I mean…"
He looked up at her. "It's possible? Having your family and still be… like us?" His voice sounded terribly hopeful and tears gathered in his eyes.
Shannon closed the freezer again and kneeled besides him. "It's not always easy, Kurt" she said quietly. "I had to go away, because I… well, I changed too much. Sheila told you about that?"
Kurt nodded and she continued. "I didn't know if I could ever go back. But after two years, I was secure enough in my hunger, so I went to visit them. I thought, maybe I wouldn't feel anything for them anymore. But when I saw them, Josua and my baby girl, I felt all the love I had before come back and I knew, I couldn't just stay away. So I moved back in with them, got this job here and have been overly careful over the years, never to endanger them.
I told Brittany the truth when she was twelve years old and she took it well. But I have to always to be on guard."
She smiled a bit and looked at Kurt. "But it's possible, yes," she said finally and he sobbed a bit. "It's not easy and I think your decision to leave next year is a good one. But that doesn't mean you can never come back."
She hugged him again while he cried.
A while later he calmed down and looked at her coat in horror. "Oh God, I'm sorry."
She followed his look and smiled. "No problem, Kurt, I have quite the way to get blood out of my clothes. I'll tell you how later."
He smiled and coughed, his throat felt even worse than before now.
Shannon stood and walked back to the freezer again. "Sorry, I totally forgot."
She took three blood bags and gave them to him. "Here you go, drink up."
He nodded, opened the first and started to drink while she packed some more into a cooling bag.
"Do you have a way to hide them from your family?"
He nodded. "Yeah, Carole is looking for a fridge we can put in my room. I'll just disguise it as a hamper or something."
"Good, very good" she said in approval. "Maybe you should also get a little microwave – the blood is always better when it's warm."
He thought about that while he finished the last of the bags. "Yeah, good idea," he said finally.
She smiled and gave him the bag. "Here you go. Just come back when you need more. But if you feel the need to… well, hunt…"
She looked at him very seriously. "Be careful, Kurt. Be very, very careful. Don't hurt anyone permanently. Take just a few swallows, lick the wounds so they close and leave. Never attack someone you know. And be careful of your needs."
He nodded. "Yeah… yeah, I will. Thank you."
He looked at the bag in his hands. "What I wanted to ask… isn't this blood needed? In the ER, I mean?"
Shannon shook her head. "Don't worry. This is disposable blood. You know, everyone can donate, but not every blood can be used. Sickness is no problem for us, so I just store the blood here instead of disposing of it. It's really no problem."
He nodded again and smiled at her. "Thank you, Mrs. Pierce. For everything."
She hugged him once more. "Call me Shannon, dear. And talk to Brittany, if you want. She'll understand."
His smile grew wider and he left with the bag over his shoulder.
At least now he would be able to control himself better.
When Kurt left the hospital, he felt his phone vibrate.
Looking down at the caller idea, he winced.
"Hey, Blaine," he said, answering and keeping his voice calm.
"Hey, baby," came the cheerful answer. "I thought you wanted to call me when you came back last night?"
Kurt cursed inwardly. "Yeah, sorry, totally forgot about that, it was late… How was your first day back at Dalton?"
'I can do this,' Kurt thought. 'He is my boyfriend. I love him. I'll be able to be normal with him, damnit.'
Blaine was chatting away on speaker while Kurt pulled out on the streets.
"Hey, are you already on your way? You didn't forget our date at the Lima Bean today, right?"
Kurt winced again. "No, of course not. I'll be there in a few minutes."
Yes, of course he had forgotten. But he knew he couldn't just not go. He wanted to live normally after all.
Blaine said his goodbyes and Kurt closed his phone, concentrating on the drive.
When he reached the café, he sighed. Blaine was sitting at a table near the window and waved happily at him.
Kurt waved back and forced a smile on his face.
'Everything will be fine' he thought. 'I can make this work.'
He entered the restaurant and walked over to the table, seeing two coffees already on it.
He was already thinking about a way to conceal that he wasn't drinking when he hugged Blaine and gave him a short kiss on the lips.
Almost immediately he had to stop himself from wrinkling his nose in disgust.
Blaine smelled like hair gel, citrus and cinnamon. Kurt couldn't stand it.
'Oh my god… This is awful.'
He sat down and smiled at Blaine, who didn't seem to notice anything was wrong but started to tell him about the latest Warbler meeting immediately.
Kurt nodded and commented at the appropiate moments, pretended to drink his coffee – 'Thank god for these cups which are not see through' – and shared some stories about the spa.
Everything pre-Saturday night, of course.
All the while he had Blaine's scent in his nose, because he couldn't just stop breathing. It was really unnerving.
"Blaine," he suddenly said, interrupting his boyfriend who looked at him in confusion.
Kurt bit his lip but continued anyway. "Blaine, uhh… do you have a new hair gel? Or deodorant or something?"
Blaine frowned. "Well, yeah… I mean, I use this new brand, but…why?"
Kurt sighed. "It's really… invasive. Sorry, but…" he trailed off when Blaine's frown deepened.
"Kurt, are you trying to tell me I stink?"
Kurt's eyes widened. "No! That's not what I meant, I just… well, I just don't like the smell."
Blaine laughed. "But, Kurt, it's not even that much. No one noticed before you, I don't really see the problem."
Kurt breathed deeply, regretting it almost instantely. "Blaine, for me, it's really heavy. Seriously. Could you just… I don't know, use something else? Something without a scent?"
Blaine leaned back on his chair, arms crossing over his chest. "You're asking me to change my deodorant?" he asked in clarification and frowned again when Kurt nodded. "Okay, seriously, Kurt, that's ridiculous."
Kurt narrowed his eyes. "Oh, yeah? Like you telling me to minimize my hand movements during performances while you're okay flailing like a fangirl?"
He regretted saying that instantely when Blaine stared at him in schock. "Excuse me?"
Kurt sighed. "Blaine, look, I'm sorry. But it's true. And yes, for the record: I don't like your scent right now and would greatly appreciate it, if you changed it. I don't want to fight, I just… It's just the way I feel."
Blaine huffed. "Yeah, great… Kurt, I never asked you to change before, and now you come here and seriously tell me, I need to change the way I smell?"
Kurt blinked. "You never… No. You know what? I don't want to fight with you over this. I told you what bothers me, you ignore it, fine. But I will not fight over how many times you have told me to change."
He stood up and took his cup, ready to throw it away. "I'll be off, let's talk later, okay? When we've both calmed down."
Without waiting for an answer, Kurt left the Lima Bean, dropping his coffee in the trash on his way out. He could feel his fangs coming out and quickly tried to calm down. "This is just horrible," he muttered while starting the car. 'I didn't want to fight with him… Just the first day and this whole thing already starting to make trouble.'
He drove home, furiously trying to not breathe without looking like it.
At home he managed to sneak the bag full with blood into his room and into the fridge Carole had already put into his dresser. It was hidden behind his coats and long sweaters, so hopefully no one would notice it when looking into his dresser for a second.
Listening for any sound near his door he tore open one blood bag and drank the whole thing in just a few seconds. It calmed him down considerably but he still felt thirsty. "Maybe this cold stuff doesn't work as good as the fresh one," he muttered to himself and sighed. Thinking about attacking some random guy on the streets made him feel ill and excited at the same time.
"I don't want this…," Kurt whispered but part of him laughed at that.
'Of course you want it,' a voice in his mind said. 'This is what you are now. And one day you'll drink from a living human, if you want it or not. Better get it out of your system while you still have control over yourself.' Kurt shuddered but accepted the words as true. One day he might lose control and really hurt someone.
He took his phone out of his pocket and scrolled through his contacts until he found Brittany.
Staring at the number for a moment he steeled himself and dialed.
Some hours later, when everyone was fast asleep as far as Kurt could hear, he left the house, dressed entierly in dark colors and as quietly as he could.
He was supposed to meet Shannon at the school but he didn't dare to take his car – too much noise and if his Dad woke up and noticed he would be in deep trouble. So he had left early enough to walk but just after about fifteen minutes Kurt realized that not only had his smelling improved, but also his stamina.
He had been running the entire time and wasn't even bothered. "No wonder, if I don't breathe," he said and laughed a bit. "At least this is something positive…"
He jogged the rest of the way and was at the school earlier than he expected.
While he waited for Shannon to arrive he tried to find out what else had changed about him.
He now knew about the smelling, his stamina, the thirst which grew when he was agitated…
Suddenly he heard something snap, like twigs, and whirled around but couldn't see anything. Well, nothing near him at least, he did notice however, that his eyesight had improved – he could see almost as good as during the day.
"Could you hear it?" he voice behind him asked and he whirled around again.
Shannon was standing there, some broken twigs in her hand. "I broke these behind the school," she explained. "Did you hear it?"
Kurt nodded. "Yeah… I think I did."
She smiled and let the twigs fall to the ground. "You're really good. Your Sire must have been pretty old if your senses are growing so fast."
She motioned to a bench and they sat down while she explained some more. "Vampires have increased hearing, smelling and sight. We don't get tired and are able to run faster than humans – the older you get, the better you become. You will also get stronger over time, so look out for that. If we don't drink in a long while, our senses get dull and we grow sluggish, we can even die. And normally, if we don't have our Sire to guide us, we're supposed to learn everything by ourselves."
She looked at Kurt. "That's why I didn't offer my help this afternoon. But I couldn't just say no when you called me, right?"
They shared a smile and Kurt looked up at the sky.
"Brittany was really understanding," he said quietly. "I'm very grateful for that. And your help, of course. I don't want to surpress these… urges, and end up attacking someone out of the blue because I can't control myself. I'd be really grateful if you could show me how to hunt and drink from a human."
Shannon nodded even if he didn't look at her. "Of course I will, Kurt. That is very responsible of you. You're taking all this very well."
He met her eyes again and smiled sadly. "I don't think so. I'm sure I just… try not to think about it too much, you know? It's easier to accept everything than ponder on it too much. It makes me wanna cry when I think about never aging, never being able to have a family… Always being seventeen. I just… I want to finish this year and then live my life as far away from anyone I love as I can. Because I don't want to be forced to explain this whole thing to them. But I need to learn about it, because I don't want to endanger anyone."
Shannon's smile widened. "That is a wonderful view on the whole thing, Kurt. I'm proud of you. You're a very mature kid."
He smiled back and sighed. "Yeah, well… I don't feel like it. I met my boyfriend today and actually told him I don't like his new hair gel. Normal people wouldn't even notice it but I did and we fought because of it. This is hard."
Shannon nodded. "True, it can be hard. But you'll learn." She cocked her head. "So… you didn't like it? What about his natural scent?"
Kurt frowned. "His what? I… there was none. I just got his deodorant and his hair gel."
She copied his frown. "That's strange. Of course, perfumes and stuff like that can distract us, but normally we're able to smell the original scent of a person. How about others?"
Kurt thought about his Dad, smelling of motor oil and wool. Carole, smelling of hospital and cookies. Finn, smelling sweaty and of Rachel. But overall there was always the scent of home. And for whatever reason he remembered the scent of Dave, just for a second, before he shook his head to get rid of this thought.
"Yeah… My family smells like home. A… friend in school, I smelled his Axe, but also something else, something non-artificial. That what you meant?"
Shannon nodded. "Yeah, that's it. Your boyfriend must have worn really strong stuff that you couldn't smell anything else. I'm sure it will pass."
Kurt shrugged but changed the subject. "So. What about this hunting business?"
They were at the outskirts of Lima, behind a motel which made Kurt happy he didn't have to breathe. Just imagining the smell in there made him want to puke.
"Okay," Shannon said in a low voice. "We wait until someone comes out to the ice machine. I'll sneak up from behind and show you how you do it, okay?" Kurt nodded, waiting.
After just a few minutes a man left one of the rooms. He looked ragged and Kurt wrinkled his nose in disgust. Shannon laughed softly.
"Don't worry, his looks have nothing to do with his blood."
When the man was bend over the machine she crept up to him, grabbed his head and before he could even utter one sound she had placed her hand over his mouth, bend his head and sunken her teeth into his neck.
Kurt followed her movements and watched everything. After just a few swallows she stopped, licked over the little puncture marks which closed immediately and let the man go before retreating back around the corner.
The man stood dazed for a few seconds and swayed before he got a grip on himself, looking around in confusion. Then he went and got his ice and returned to his room as if nothing had happened.
Shannon looked at Kurt. "See? Pretty easy. As soon as you start drinking they daze off, it's kinda a good feeling, you might remember that from your own turning."
Kurt nodded sharply. "Yeah, I do."
She smiled. "So. Now you know how to do it. Next one's yours, Puppy." She laughed about his glare but shut up when she heard a door open. Out came a tired-looking woman who said something to someone back in the room before she moved over to the ice.
Shannon gave Kurt an encouraging look and he moved up to the woman who had her back to him.
He tried to do everything just like Shannon had done but he wasn't fast enough to prevent a little squeak the woman made when he grabbed her. Luckily, nobody heard it.
He exposed her neck, licked his lips and felt his fangs come out. Slowly he sank them in, all the while holding the woman close so she couldn't struggle too much.
The first sip of fresh human blood made him close his eyes in bliss and his knees buckled. He sank to the ground, the woman being pulled with him and drank more. It was heavenly.
He never wanted to stop. He wanted to drink for ever and ever.
Suddenly there was a harsh grip on his hair and he was yanked back, hard.
He looked up at Shannon, whose eyes were dark. "Stop now," she said and Kurt came back to his senses. Quickly he closed the wounds, let go of the woman and ran back to the corner, sinking to his knees there. He was shaking as he realized what he had almost done.
"Will she be okay?" he asked Shannon who nodded.
"Yes. You didn't drink as much as you might think, I anticipated something like this and was ready to stop you all the time."
She looked him directly into the eyes. "Now you know. Next time you'll be alone. You have to control yourself."
Kurt nodded shakily. "Yeah. Yeah, I will. Thank you, Shannon. I don't know what I would have done without you…"
She sighed. "I should have told you to come with me from the start. It was stupid, letting you go off on your own. Good thing you had more sense."
She smiled at him. "Come on, up. Let's get you home."
Kurt stood and followed her, looking back to the woman once, who now made her way back to her room, looking as dazed as the man before her. He would remember her forever.
Three months later and Kurt had gotten used to his new life.
He now knew when he needed to hunt because the cold blood wasn't enough.
He knew how to look for the ones who didn't get endangered by a bit of missing blood.
He knew how to use his new "lung capacity" and stamina to his advantage in Glee and the way his voice changed, becoming deeper, worked in his favor, too. By now he had more solos and leads than in the last two years together.
He had learned how to minimize his breathing so he didn't have to endure all the strong scents around him – but it was still enough to smell a jock coming near him. They all smelled of grass and sweat, and when they intended to shove or trip him he could even smell their malice and could avoid them.
He managed to identify each of his friend's own scent so he could recognize them from far away. Strangely, the same worked for Dave.
Kurt always knew when the older boy was near him, he recognized the scent of leather and, increasingly, wood and pine.
It was only Blaine who he still couldn't really place, he was mostly covered in sweet and citrus scents which drove Kurt crazy. He and Blaine had been fighting a lot during the last few months, especially since Blaine had first started talking about transferring to McKinley.
"You can't be serious!" Kurt stared in Blaine in shock, his boyfriend frowned.
"Well, actually I am. We can't see each other often enough, why shouldn't I transfer?"
Kurt shook his head. "That would be stupid, Blaine," he tried to explain. "Dalton is safe for you. It looks better on your resume and has a better education system. Trading that for me? That's not worth it."
Blaine crossed his arms over his chest. "Maybe you're worth it for me? Maybe I want to be near you as much as I can? I mean, when this year is over, we don't even know if we'll be in the same city. So why not use the time we have now?"
Kurt sighed. "No, Blaine. I don't want you to transfer. I won't accept it if you do it "for me". Because I don't want to be responsible for you losing your greater options." They had parted in silence once again. Kurt slowly got used to it.
He also noticed how he didn't get thrilled by their making out anymore – there were no more butterflies, no excitement. It was surprising that Blaine hadn't notice how his heart didn't actually beat anymore or that his breath didn't quicken. The Dalton boy seemed oblivious to all changes Kurt went through during the last few months.
And it pissed Kurt off to no end.
A few days later Kurt stood at his locker when a very familiar scent invaded his nostrils – mixed with something that clearly didn't belong there. He shut the locker and turned around to Dave, trying to control his excitement which made his pupils widen.
"What happened?" he asked the jock who looked at him in confusion.
Kurt frowned. "You're bleeding. What happened?"
Dave paled, looked around and grabbed Kurt's arm to pull him into an empty classroom.
Kurt followed, concerned about Dave's behavior – and wondering if he could endure the close proximity to his bleeding friend without exposing himself.
Dave shut the door behind them and turned around to Kurt. "How did you know?" he asked and Kurt shrugged. "I kinda smelled it. So, what's going on?"
Dave sighed and sat down at one of the desks. "Well... I've been going camping with my Dad lately. Almost every weekend."
Kurt nodded, that explained the smell of wood and pine he had noticed around Dave lately.
"Yeah, so, did you get bitten by a fish or what?"
Dave laughed shortly. "No, just..." He trailed off, looked around and then back at Kurt. "I came out to him yesterday."
Kurt stared at him. "Oh my... David! That is wonderful!"
Remembering the reason they were there he his smile changed into a frown. "Wait... you did it while camping? In the woods? With weapons nearby?"
Dave shrugged. "Well, no real weapons, just fishing rods... And he didn't do anything, he was just so surprised that he tripped. I tried to catch him and fell backwards into some bushes. And there was a broken tree, so... Yeah, I got a little hurt. But it isn't so bad."
Kurt calmed down. If Dave's Dad hadn't hurt him deliberately it really couldn't be so bad.
"So... after you nearly killed yourself... what did he say?"
Dave grinned. "Well, he was surprised, but not shocked. He actually took it pretty well, saying that it explained a lot from last year. He said he's proud that I finally am okay with admitting it to me and others."
Kurt returned the grin and hugged Dave tightly. "That is wonderful, David, I'm so happy for you. And I'm proud of you, too. Telling your Dad is a huge step."
"I know!" Dave cried and hugged Kurt back.
In that moment, Kurt was surrounded by Wood and Pine and Leather and Davedavedavedave and it smelled so good and Kurt wanted to just drink this scent, make it part of him, own it -
Kurt's eyes, which had closed without him noticing, snapped open and he had to forcibly reduce his fangs which had hovered dangerously close to Dave's main artery.
Dave, who noticed Kurt's stiffening posture let him go and opened his mouth to apologize.
Kurt waved him off. "No, sorry... my fault. I just..." He shrugged. "I'm sorry."
He smiled at Dave, hugged him once more, this time just briefly, and left the classroom. He left the school as quickly as he could, deciding to take the day off. He needed a drink.
The incident with Dave taught Kurt two things: First, he needed to drink more blood before school so he didn't lose control so easily. Second, his relationship with Blaine needed to end.
The kind of excitement he felt from just a single hug with Dave was totally new to Kurt. He didn't remember ever feeling something like it when he was with Blaine. Instead, with Blaine he felt bored, obligated. Kurt sighed as he sent a text to his boyfriend, asking him to meet him at the Lima Bean later that day.
Kurt had enough problems already, he didn't want to feel bored while being with his boyfriend – in that case it was better to not have a boyfriend at all. After making that decision Kurt actually felt better; relieved.
He spent the day at one of his favorite past times: Running through woods. Maybe they were the same woods Dave had come to with his father, Kurt didn't know, but the thought made him feel good anyway while he took of most of his layered clothings and started to run.
It sharpened his senses when he ran, avoiding trees and puddles, listening to the sound of wild animals. He had started to love the freedom it gave him, away from school, his family and friends, the pretension of being normal.
It made him think about where he would go when school was over – maybe Canada? You could hardly find a more peaceful place on this continent, he figured.
He stopped when he heard his cell go off and read Blaine's confirmation text, surprised at realizing that it was already one o'clock. Running always killed his sense of time.
He jogged to a small lake nearby and took a short bath, refreshing himself, even though he knew he didn't sweat anymore. It calmed him down.
Slowly he made his way back to his car, getting dressed once more and driving off, intending to get a fresh drink before he met Blaine.
The Lima Bean was nearly empty as Kurt sat down, waiting for Blaine who arrived shortly after. They hugged before Blaine went off to get coffee and once more Kurt noticed the overwhelming urge to run away from his boyfriend's scent – it hadn't changed since he first noticed it.
'I can't really tell him I want to break up because I don't like his smell anymore,' Kurt thought warily and sighed a bit. He didn't want to be cruel, but he probably had no other choice – he just didn't know how to dump Blaine nicely.
When Blaine came back Kurt decided not to dwell on it too long – it wouldn't change the outcome anyway.
"Blaine," he started and the other boy looked at him expectantly. Kurt took a deep breath – just for show, but it showed Blaine that bad news were about to come. "Blaine, this doesn't work anymore" Kurt said. "I can't be with you anymore – it's not working out."
Blaine blinked and stared at him. "Wait... what? Why?"
He sounded heartbroken and it hurt Kurt – even though he didn't feel anything for him anymore, Blaine had been his first boyfriend and they had some wonderful times together.
"I'm sorry, Blaine, I really am. But... I just don't feel anything. We're fighting all the time and when we make out, it just... it doesn't excite me. I'm not happy. I tried working on it, I really did, but it didn't help. I don't love you anymore."
Blaine's eyes had widened during his speech and he was trembling. But not, as Kurt thought, with sadness, but with anger. "You're telling me you're unhappy now?" Blaine asked and his eyes burned into Kurt's. "Why didn't you say anything before? We could have both worked on it, not just you. We could have managed!"
Kurt shook his head and decided he needed to be much crueler. He needed Blaine to leave him – one less person he had to think about when he left. "No, Blaine. I don't think that would have worked either. You just have to accept that we're over. You bore me, Blaine. I don't want to be bored by my boyfriend. So no, we can't work on it. It's over."
Blaine stood up suddenly and stared down on Kurt. "You're an ass!" he yelled, turned around and stormed out of the café.
Kurt looked after him but was distracted when he realized Dave was coming over to him.
'What is he doing here?' he asked himself when Dave loomed over him.
"Everything okay?" Dave asked and Kurt had the sudden urge to tell him the truth. But he couldn't do that so he decided to stay in character on this one and tell Dave the same thing he told Blaine.
"Yes," he answered vaguely. "I just broke up with him."
Dave sat down, shocked. "What? But… why? I thought you were happy?"
Kurt shrugged. "Yeah… I realized he isn't what I really want. He's pretty… boring, to be honest. And I rather like my relationships to be more thrilling." He smirked at Dave and wondered right away where that had come from. That wasn't him.
"Are you okay, Kurt?" Dave blurted out. "You seem… different, lately." He tacked on weakly.
Kurt's face shut down, as if a light had been blown out. He knew why he was different, why he felt different. The changing had started. And it scared him. "I'm absolutely fabulous, David, thank you very much," the singer hissed while standing up, "And even if I weren't, it wouldn't be your business."
He stormed out of the Lima Bean, leaving Dave behind. He needed to get away.
Explaining to his father why he and Blaine had broken up took a better story but in the end Burt was convinced that Kurt had not been hurt by the break up and decided to not beat Blaine up.
The same went for Finn and the girls who tried to defend Kurt's honor.
The next few days Kurt avoided Dave, scared of the way his mood changed whenever he was in near the jock.
He also noticed that his feelings towards Dave weren't the same as before. Not only did he bask in the scent surrounding his friend (always on the verge of losing control when he got too close) he also noticed all the little things that made Dave, Dave and enjoyed them immensely. When he went to watch practice and games, he didn't just go for the glocks anymore, but also – more importantly almost – for Dave. He loved seeing the boy on the field, tackling and running – he looked as free as Kurt felt when he ran through the woods. And while he avoided him he missed him so much it hurt.
It wasn't easy but finally Kurt had no other choice than to admit it: He had developed feelings for David Karofsky.
Kurt groaned and buried his head into his pillow. He really, really didn't want those feelings. He had seen it as a blessing that his love to Blaine had diminished, making it easier for him to think about leaving Lima.
Now he had the same problem when he thought about Dave: He didn't want to leave him behind. But he couldn't stay, either, not with his... condition.
And confessing his feelings, maybe even pursue a relationship – if Dave felt the same way, which he probably didn't anyway - wouldn't work either, there were just a few months left of the school year and the time would just seem too short.
Kurt turned around and stared at his ceiling. Yes, he had feelings for Dave. But he couldn't, ever, act on them.
Tears gathered in his eyes and he rushed into the bathroom to wash them away right after spilling them. It would break his heart to never see David again but it would be so hard to act normal around him for the rest of the year.
"This is so unfair," he whispered and dried his face before going to bed, willing himself into the stupor which had now become his sleep.
Just before lunch the next day he smelled Dave coming near him but before he could even look for an escape route the bigger boy had grabbed his arm.
"Come with me," the jock said and pulled him into the same classroom they had been in before.
Kurt followed reluctantly but realized he didn't really have a choice. And just having Dave near enough to smell him again made him feel happy, so…
After Dave closed the door behind them he turned to Kurt, a hurt look in his eyes."Why are you avoiding me, Kurt?" he asked and Kurt sighed.
"I'm sorry, David, but I had to… resolve some issues, and – "
"Bullshit!" Dave exclaimed, cutting him off. Kurt stared at him and the other boy moved closer, putting his hands on Kurt's shoulders.
"Look, I get it, you broke up with Blaine. But you said you wanted to do it, so I thought you were okay. And I thought… well. We're friends, Kurt. And I promised myself I wouldn't say anything as long as you are with him, but…" He stopped and took a deep breath.
Kurt's eyes were wide. 'Is he trying to say what I think he's saying? Please, God, no…' Dave didn't notice Kurt's stiff posture, he just continued.
"Kurt, I like you. I really, really do. Have done since Freshman year, actually, but I was too stupid and too scared to admit it, not even to myself. But I've changed. You changed me. You gave me the courage to come out to my parents, you make me want to come clean with the guys on the team. For you, Kurt, I'm ready to come out to the whole school."
His eyes bore into Kurt's, hazel meeting the deep blue Kurt's eyes had changed into.
"I love you, Kurt," Dave said softly, his hands still on Kurt's shoulder, but not pressing anymore, just caressing. "I am in love with you. I want to be your boyfriend. I needed to tell you that."
He let Kurt go then and the singer took a stumbling step backwards before making a sound somewhere between a laugh and a cry.
"This is terrible," he chocked out and had to grasp a desk to keep from falling over. He looked up at Dave and noticed the blatant hurt in his eyes and his own widened again.
"Oh, no. No, David, that's not what I meant!"
He laughed again, sounding desperate. "David, I love you, too. That's one of the reasons I broke up with Blaine, because I had so many feelings for you! I've been falling for you since the day you apologized in front of that classroom, I think, and it just became stronger during this year and that's terrible!"
Dave crossed his arms over his chest, still looking hurt but also confused. "Okay, I don't get it… You say you love me, which is great, but then you say it's terrible? Kurt, I'm getting really mixed signals here."
Kurt laughed again, starting to move around because he didn't know what to do with all this giddy energy he felt just now. "That's because you don't know, David," he cried. "I'm leaving! As soon as the year is over, I'm leaving Lima and never coming back. So me being in love with you? It hurts. It breaks my heart. Because I know the last few months of school won't be enough, it will just be worse when they are over. I'll go away from here, remembering you and the time we had and it will kill me. But I can't just deny what I feel for you, because I want a relationship with you, even if it's just for a few more months. And I'm so scared of hurting you, David."
He felt the tears but managed to surpress them while looking into Dave's eyes which had started to shine during his little speech.
Kurt realized what he just said. He couldn't help his smile. "I'm in love with you, David, and want to be your boyfriend," he admitted once more. "But I know I'll hurt you, so I'm scared."
Dave took a step forward and suddenly Kurt was in his arms and without thinking he returned the hug.
"It doesn't matter," Dave whispered into his hair. "As long as I can have you for the next few months I'm happy. We can figure out the rest later."
Kurt closed his eyes and willed the tears back once more. He knew this wasn't what was going to happen but he couldn't explain it to Dave either. He tightened his hold on David's middle and felt the bigger boy place gentle kisses on his head. He looked up then, deeply into Dave's eyes, studying him.
"It won't be easy," he murmured and Dave smiled, so happy, so sweet, it made Kurt's heart ache.
"I don't care," Dave said and with that Kurt angled his head a bit more, lifted one hand to Dave's face and pulled him down to press their lips together. It was Passion, and Trust, and Love, and everything Kurt ever wanted. And something inside him died in that instance, knowing he would lose it one day which came far too soon.
Introducing Dave as his new boyfriend to his father was actually easier than Kurt thought.
During the year he had come over to the Hudmel's often, either working with Kurt or hanging out with Finn, so Burt had gradually come to like him.
When he found out that Dave was gay and in love with his son he was stunned, of course, but not opposed to the idea – though he did establish the Open-Door-Policy from now on.
Dave also stayed true to his word not staying in hiding anymore – Kurt was allowed to tell the Glee Club about their relationship first and from then on they let the rumour mill work in their favors.
Dave wasn't shying away from taking Kurt's hand on their way to class or even kiss him 'Good-Morning' in the parking lot.
Azimio, to his surprise, was shocked, of course, but not disgusted by Dave and they were able to stay friends.
Surrounded by the Glee Club, Azimio and some other football- and hockey players who had joined the Bullywhips after Prom Kurt and Dave were able to lead a relationship which was almost free of harassment. It was everything Kurt ever wanted.
But it still wasn't enough to make him forget what needed to happen at the end of the year.
The school year was already half over, Sectionals had gone by in a breeze and Kurt knew they'd rock Regionals this weekend – he had even won a major spot, a duet with Santana.
Since his voice had deepened, he and the Latina sounded perfect together, even Rachel had to admit that. So no, Kurt was not worried about them losing.
But they would compete against the Warblers. Blaine would be there. Kurt didn't really want to meet Blaine, not just because of the awkwardness of seeing his ex-boyfriend, but also because part of him had really started to resent the Dalton boy.
Kurt knew it had something to do with his changing prospect – he had also developed strong feelings regarding other people and it was getting harder to keep his temper in check in school.
Kurt sighed, his head resting on the wheel. He was sitting in his car outside a supermarket, waiting for Dave. The two of them had planned to go to Kurt's house for a movie night; Burt and Carole were out until later and Finn was at Rachel's.
It was getting harder to hide the fact that he wasn't eating in front of Dave. Kurt had already done a lot to distrat his boyfriend whenever the food issue came up, but Dave wouldn't buy that forever. Kurt knew, sooner or later he would be forced to eat something – and then would need to excuse himself and get it all out without Dave noticing. Kurt closed his eyes. 'Is this really worth all the trouble?'
In that moment Dave opened the passenger door and slid in, grinning while balancing different snacks on his arms.
"Babe, they had, like, a chocolate sale!", he exclaimed and Kurt laughed before he started the car.
'Yeah… definitely worth it…'
They were sitting on the couch in Kurt's room, cuddling, watching Sweeney Todd, when Dave asked Kurt for the first time if he wasn't hungry.
And it happened again and again and the more Kurt declined any food handed to him with a weak explanation the angrier Dave got. Finally he put the movie on pause and turned around to look Kurt in the eye.
"Seriously, Kurt, what's going on? I haven't seen you eat anything in ages and you can't just keep refusing everything without giving me a better explanation than a diet! Because you don't need a diet that much, you are perfect the way you are!"
Kurt looked away and thought about something to say. "David, I just… I look weird when I eat." He cringed and Dave stared at him.
"You're kidding, right?", the jock said and laughed. "That's absolute bullshit. I've seen you eat before, in the cafeteria. At least I did see you eat, like, last year!"
Kurt frantically thought about something else to say but his mind was blank.
And suddenly – he didn't even know how it had happened – he was on his knees in front of Dave, fumbling at the older boy's belt buckle.
Dave chocked back a cry. "Kurt! What are you doing?"
Kurt looked up at him and he knew that his pupils were wider than normal and the grin on his face felt positively devlish.
"I'm actually hungrier for something else, David," he smirked and tugged on Dave's open pants. "Will you let me taste it?"
Dave stared down at Kurt who now bend his head, mouthing over the obvious bulge in Dave's pants. Dave groaned and arched into the touch – which gave Kurt the opportunity to pull his pants down.
"Kurt," he whimpered when Kurt now sucked on his already rock hard dick through his underwear. "We can't do this… What if your parents…"
"They won't be back before later, don't worry," Kurt murmured and inhaled deeply, savoring Dave's unique scent. "Come on, Dave… please let me suck you…"
Kurt had no idea what was going on. This wasn't like him. Sure, it was a very good distraction for the food issue, but it had never even crossed his mind to use it. But unlike all the other changes he had experienced lately, this one didn't scare him. He was actually pretty excited to finally get to do this. And to Dave, no less.
He felt hungry. Different than when he thirsted for blood, it was less… basic. It was connected with his feelings for Dave, not just with his instincts.
Dave was still hesistant. "Don't – ah – don't we need a condom?" he breathed out and Kurt stopped short for a second. But then he shrugged. 'It's not like I can get sick or am contagious even if one of us had something…'
"It's okay, David," her murmured and mouthed Dave's erection again. Dave moaned and lifted his hips once more so Kurt could pull is underwear down. His cock sprang free, standing proud, already leaking against his stomach.
Dave couldn't believe it. When Kurt agreed to be his boyfriend he hadn't thought about getting this far so soon. But here he was, sitting in Kurt's room, getting his dick sucked by his first boyfriend. And woah, Kurt was good at this.
Kurt had started to lick the underside of Dave's cock then grabbed the base and gave it a little squeeze before he started to suck the head in.
He swirled his tongue around, let it lap over the slit and sucked Dave's dick in inch by inch, all the while looking up at his boyfriend.
Dave had thrown his head back, his eyes closed and while one hand was gripping the cushions tightly the other rested on Kurt's neck, stroking the skin there.
He couldn't seem to stop moaning, groaning and uttering words like god, yes, fuck and Kurt.
Kurt loved everything about this moment and hummed in appreciation when the head of Dave's cock was touching his throat.
Dave's eyes flew open at that moment and with a startled cry he came, shooting down Kurt's throat, who swallowed out of reflex.
'Oh, god, I hope this doesn't count as food' he thought in quiet panic before he released Dave from his mouth with a lewd pop and leaned back a little, smiling up at his boyfriend who stared at him, breathing heavily.
"Kurt," Dave said and cleared his throat. "That was… awesome. Thank you."
Kurt grinned. "You are welcome, David," he said and stood up gingerly. "If you'll excuse me for a sec… I've got to… uhm… clean myself up."
He waved at his crotch, hoping Dave wouldn't look at him too closely. It was better to say he had come into his pants instead of having Dave try to return the favor.
'No blood circulation means no hard-on. Definitely a downside of this whole Vampire thing.'
Just as Kurt had reached the bathroom and shed his pants he remembered something.
"Hey, David," he called through the door, "could you give me some pants from my closet?"
He waited until he heard the knock on his door and opened it to take the article from Dave who looked away like a true gentleman. Kurt laughed a bit but went to "clean himself up" and change.
Suddenly there was loud thump from his room and a gasp. Kurt pulled his pants up but didn't zip them and ran out of the room.
"David, what's happened to…"
He trailed off when he got sight of Dave, standing before his closet where the freezer was barely visible. In Dave's hands were two blood bags.
Kurt stared at Dave and then moved to the bed, very slowly, never taking his eyes off his boyfriend who returned the stare. Kurt finally sat down.
"David," he tried to calm him down, "please, just… put those down. We can talk about this."
Dave shook his head, his eyes full of confusion and terror. Kurt hated to see him like that. It broke his heart.
"What is this?" Dave asked, his voice sounding broken. "Is this real blood? Why do you have a bunch of this in a freezer in your closet?"
Kurt swallowed. His throat was starting to itch and he thought it was possibly Dave's cum he had swallowed before.
"David… Please, I can explain. I'd never hurt you, you know that… I just… I couldn't tell you…"
He was interrupted when Dave let go of the blood bags and they fell down, one catching on the edge of the dresser and ripping open. The smell of blood invaded Kurt's nose and he couldn't stop the hiss coming out of his mouth nor his growing canines.
Dave's face convulsed in panic and he dashed to the door, Kurt following him in a flash, grabbing his arm.
Dave shoved him away, against the wall and screamed. "Don't touch me!"
He ran down the stairs and out of the house, leaving the front door open through which Kurt could see him jump into his car and driving away.
Kurt sobbed, ran back into his bathroom, got his clothes off and stepped under the shower.
Tears spilled down his face, mixed with the water, as he stuck his finger down his throat to make himself throw up all that was left of Dave inside of him.
Dave wasn't at school the rest of the week and Kurt didn't dare to go to his house.
He did send him some texts however, without getting even one replay.
Maybe Dave had blocked him already…
On the bus to Regionals Kurt was sitting alone in the back, scrolling through his phone, rereading the messages he had sent to Dave.
'I never wanted for you to know.'
'I'd never hurt you, David, please believe me.'
'I love you. Please, let me explain.'
He just finished typing the last one – 'This is Carole's number. She knows. Please, talk to her, she will explain everything!' – when Brittany sat down besides him and leaned her head on his shoulder.
"Are you okay, Kurt?" she asked and he shook his head, not looking at her.
"Dave found out about me," he murmured. "He ran away and won't talk to me. He was so scared, Britt… I never wanted that to happen. I never should've started going out with him."
Brittany was quiet for a moment.
"I asked my Dad once how he reacted when he found out about my Mom," she finally said. "He said, he panicked at first. But then, after a while, he remembered that he loved her. And that gave him the strength to deal with it." She gave Kurt a quick kiss on the cheek and stood. "I'm sure Dave will remember as well," she said and smiled at him before going back to Santana and Mercedes who were engaged in a heated debate about the taste of potatoes.
Kurt looked at his friends for a minute, thinking about what they were going to say about him leaving. 'They'll probably all hate me' he thought sadly and looked down at his phone, willing it to ring to no avail. 'Well, at least they won't run away in fear.'
Regionals passed in a daze. Kurt didn't even notice the angry looks Blaine and the other Warblers were sending him, he just heard about it from Rachel.
It must be one of their bee-hive things that they were all united against him in their support of Blaine…
Kurt managed to perform as perfectly as he needed to, but there was no real passion from his side – luckily it didn't cost them the trophy.
New Directions would go to Los Angeles for Nationals.
When Kurt and Finn came home, Carole was there to meet them. Finn told her all about the competition, while Kurt just sat there, staring into space. Carole gave Finn a look and he stood to go into his room, sending a concerned glance into Kurt's direction.
Kurt looked up at Carole when she sat down next to him, taking his hand. "Sweetie, how are you doing?"
Kurt slumbed against her. "I never wanted him to find out," he whined. "I was so scared… And he looked at me like… Like I'm a monster! And he's right, I am one. He was right to run away. But I miss him so much, Carole…"
He buried his head in her shoulder and she stroke his back comfortingly.
"Kurt, it's not easy for someone to accept that there is… more to the world than we know," she explained. "I think what Dave did was totally normal… but he loves you, sweetie."
She lifted Kurt's head and smiled at him. "And that's why he came to me yesterday and asked me what I know."
Kurt stared at her in schock and then his eyes lit up just the tiniest bit. Hope gathered in his chest. "He – he did come here?"
Carole nodded. "Yes, baby, he did. I told him everything."
She stood and helped him up.
"Go on. He's waiting for you at the school. Everything will be fine, I'm sure of it."
Kurt threw his arms around her and hugged her tight.
Then he ran up to his room to change and get a drink – he didn't want anything to distract him from this meeting.
In just a few minutes he was back down and drove to school.
When he arrived he jumped out of his car, looking around for Dave frantically. When he couldn't see him, he took a deep breath – there it was, the faint smell of wood and pine and Dave, coming from the football field.
Kurt grinned and jogged over. Typical for Dave, to choose a familiar turf for this talk.
He reached the bleachers and sat down when he saw Dave running around on the field. He decided to just wait until the other boy saw him, as to not freak him out and give him the opportunity to make the first step.
It took a few minutes, but finally Dave noticed him and came over slowly. Kurt just stayed in his seat, looking at him with a small smile.
"Hey," he said when Dave was in earshot.
Dave stopped right before him. "Hey yourself."
They stared at each other for a moment before Dave sat down the row before Kurt, facing him. "I got your texts," the jock started and rubbed his necks. "And at first I didn't want to, but I thought going to Carole wouldn't be too hard. And I really wanted to understand this.
So I went to see her yesterday."
He looked at Kurt's neck and then back down at his hands. "She told me what happened… and how it's… affecting you."
Kurt nodded slightly, not daring to say anything before Dave was done.
"When I… when I found those… things… I was scared," Dave admitted. "I was scared out of my fucking mind. It's not exactly common to find out your boyfriend is a Vampire."
Kurt chuckled but still didn't say anything so Dave continued.
"I went home, hid in my room and played sick for the next few days. At first I was sure you were coming after me, to explain, to erase my memory, to kill me maybe… I don't know.
But when you didn't come and Z told me you looked like hell in school… I thought about it."
He looked back at Kurt's face. "It explained so much, you know," he said. "All the stuff that's different about you now. And when I got your message about Carole I just thought… Well, what the heck, she knows and you still live with her, so you can't be a mass murderer."
He actually chuckled when he said that and Kurt felt the hope not only grow but blossom, like a huge flower inside his chest.
Everything would be alright.
Dave smiled at him. "Kurt, I love you. And yeah, this Vampire stuff freaks me out. But I still want to be with you, that doesn't change. So I want you to tell me everything – and then we'll go back to the way we were before. Because this doesn't change how I feel for you."
Kurt couldn't hold back anymore at this. He threw himself into Dave's arms, hugging him tightly before tilting his head to meet his boyfriend's lips in a heated kiss.
Some tears spilled from his eyes and before he could wipe his cheeks, Dave had already brushed them away, not even looking at them. "Blood or tears, I don't care," he murmured and kissed Kurt again. "I just don't want to see you cry."
A while later they lay side by side on the field, holding hands, while Kurt tried to explain some things to Dave that Carole hadn't covered, like his new found abilities and his lack of sexual interest.
"It's strange," Kurt said. "I actually died a virgin, but don't really care. I mean, even if I did, it wouldn't mean anything – I have no blood stream, I can't get it up, so why even think about it?"
Dave thought about this. "Huh. No wonder Vampires kill shit. They must be so sexually frustrated. An eternity without getting off. Why would you want to be immortal if you couldn't even jerk off from time to time? Are you sure there isn't a hidden suicide rate among Vampires because of it?"
Kurt laughed along with him and punched him in the arm playfully. "Please, David, not everyone thinks about sex all the time…"
They looked at each other and Kurt smirked. "Also, just because I can't get off anymore doesn't mean I can't get others off… right?"
Dave blushed, remembering the incident from last week. "Yeah, right… And it probably helps that you don't get distracted by your own… uhm."
Kurt laughed again. "That's true." They were silent for a while before Dave spoke again.
"Have you ever… killed anyone?"
Kurt closed his eyes and squeezed his hand. "No, I haven't," he said. "But it was a close call once, the first time I drank from a living person. But I wasn't alone, so I got stopped. Since then I've been extremely careful. Sheila – Carole's witch friend – promised she'd kill me if I ever lost control. And I believe her."
Dave squeezed back. "So, there're not just Vampires, but Witches, too. How about Werewolves?"
Kurt shrugged. "Dunno. Could be. I believe in anything by now. Except Aliens." They laughed but were interrupted when Kurt's cell went off.
He looked at it. "Oh, it's Shannon. Excuse me a sec. – Hey, Shannon, what's up?"
He listened for a moment and then sat up, frowning. "I'm at the school's football field, with David, why? … Okay, we're waiting. … Yeah, everything's fine. … Okay."
He closed his phone and looked at Dave. "She'll come here, she said she has something to tell me."
Dave sat up, too, mirroring Kurt's frown. "Something wrong?"
Kurt shrugged. "Don't know. She'll be here any –" he was interrupted when Shannon came to a halt in front of the bleachers and wandering over to them, "second," he finished and stood up.
Dave stared at Shannon and shivered a bit. "Okay, that was creepy…"
Kurt smiled at him and then looked back at the woman who had reached them by now.
"Hello, Kurt," she said and looked at Dave. "You must be David. Nice to meet you, I'm Shannon Pierce. I'm sorry to interrupt your date – especially because Brittany told me what happened and you're probably just talking about it – but I needed to see Kurt as soon as possible."
She looked back at Kurt whose frown had deepened. "What's going on?"
She sighed. "I heard a rumour tonight," she said. "And I'm pretty sure it's accurate. There's a new Vampire on her way to Lima."
Kurt blinked. "And that's bad… why?"
"Because she's one of Leon's."
Kurt went rigid, his fangs came out and he growled deep in his chest. Dave did an involuntary step backwards and Kurt didn't even notice; he crouched down a bit, in a ready-to-fight stance.
"How do you know that?" he asked Shannon who stood completely relaxed, which calmed Dave down a bit.
"I have my sources, Kurt, and they never lie. I don't know exactly who she is, but she's coming here. Probably looking for you on Leon's behalf. And if she works with him, she's not like you, like us. She's not above killing people. You must be very careful, Kurt. Especially because of your friends and family. She might try to use them against you."
Kurt looked at Dave for a second and his face twisted in horror. "You mean… I endanger them?" He lost his fighting stance and calmed down enough to retract his fangs. "She wouldn't just… attack them, would she?"
Shannon shrugged. "I don't know. Let's hope not. I just wanted to warn you. She's not going to be here for a few more weeks, but you need to be prepared."
Kurt nodded. "Thank you. I'll be careful. And you take care, too."
Shannon smirked. "Don't worry, kiddo. I can look out for myself. See you, David."
She turned and walked away, starting to run after a few steps.
Dave turned to Kurt after she left and took his hand. "Don't worry," he said, smiling at his boyfriend. "We'll be fine."
Kurt returned the smile but it was shaky. He was scared of this other Vampire. He didn't want to risk his family, his friends or David. 'I need a plan' he thought and moved into Dave's embrace. 'But that can wait until tomorrow.'
Seeing that he didn't know why exactly the other Vampire was coming for him or even when, Kurt's plans didn't really go further than: "Don't be killed and protect your loved ones". But he was okay with it, seeing that school, Glee and Dave took up most of his time anyway.
Well, school wasn't very high on his list, seeing that he didn't plan on going to college anymore anyway, at least not right away. He had thought about it, sure, but by now had decided he wanted to use his new abilities for some travelling. And maybe, when the time was right and all the changes in him were done, he could finally settle somewhere long enough to get a degree.
"What will you do after High School?" he asked one day as he and Dave were lying on his bed, watching a movie. Dave had his arm around Kurt, drawing random patterns on the younger boy's arm and smiled a bit.
"Well, I actually plan to go to San Francisco and join the Police Force there," he said, surprising Kurt who sat up and stared at him.
"Really? Why's that?"
Dave shrugged. "Well, I think Police work is really awesome. And exciting. I love hockey and football, but I don't want to be dependent on it for a schoolarship and I certainly don't want to do it for the rest of my life – they aren't really accepting of gays, either. And San Francisco sounds like an awesome city, very liberal, sunny…" He looked at Kurt, a hopeful look on his face. "You could come with me."
Kurt sighed. "David –"
Dave waved him off. "Yeah, I know, sorry. You want to leave everything and everyone behind and find yourself blablabla…"
He grinned when Kurt swatted at his arm. "That's not what this is about, and you know it!" the singer protested but laughed. "I just want to be sure I'm not dangerous before I settle somewhere. We talked about this."
Dave nodded and coaxed Kurt back down into his arms to give him a kiss. "Yeah, I know. But I still don't like it. Why can't you just stay with me and just… go if it get's too bad? There is no guarantee it ever will anyway."
Kurt snuggled back into his arms. "I just don't want to risk it," he whispered. "Not you, not us, not anything. You mean too much to me for that."
Dave kissed his head but didn't say anything instead focusing back on the movie. "I love you, too," he murmured a while later and felt Kurt smile against his arm.
Kurt stood before the mirror, straightening his tie. It had been months since Shannon's warning and nothing had happened. Tonight was their Senior Prom and as much as Kurt wanted to be careful he couldn't help himself, he was excited. Dave had actually asked him himself, way before Kurt even thought about doing it, he had let Kurt help choose a tuxedo and he promised to dance with him. Kurt couldn't be happier tonight.
He had decided to wear a tuxedo himself, the novelty of a kilt having worn off last year and he and Dave had both decided to go with black and red as their prime colors.
He checked his hair one last time when he heard the doorbell and made his way downstairs where Burt had just opened the door. Finn had already left to pick up Rachel so Carole only had to fuss over Kurt and Dave who smiled at the camera just as it was expected of them.
"Have fun and be careful," Burt said as they left the house and both nodded.
"Of course, Dad," Kurt said and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "We'll be absolute model students."
Burt rolled his eyes. "That's what I'm afraid of, kiddo..." They laughed and left, Dave opening the car door for Kurt.
"You look beautiful today, Kurt," he said and Kurt smiled widely.
"So do you, David, thank you. I'm really excited for tonight."
Dave returned the smile. "Yeah, me too."
Senior Prom was awesome.
Kurt didn't even care that he might be nominated Prom Queen again, because, really – the same joke twice? Not even his classmates were so unimaginative; at least he didn't think so.
He, Dave and their friends had an awesome night and even though they didn't have to this time, the New Directions decided to do some songs on their own which had led to a lot of applause and well-wishes for Nationals.
'This year really is different' Kurt thought and leaned on Dave happily.
Dave put his arms around Kurt, kissed his cheek and whispered into his ear. "Crowning's soon. You worried?"
Kurt shook his head. "No. Even if they decide to prank me, I don't care. What about you?"
He felt Dave shake his head too just a second before his attention was captured by a sudden smell of blood. Screaming followed and his eyes fell on the stage.
A woman was standing there, holding Figgins by his obviously broken neck. Blood was streaming from his chest which was ripped open. The first students started to run when the woman – Kurt placed her in her mid-twenties – dropped Figgins and grabbed Sean instead, one of the guys responsible for the lighting this evening. She sank her teeth into his neck while he screamed and then let him bleed out.
She ripped Strando's face apart when people realized all the doors were blocked. The screams got louder, Kurt was being pushed away from Dave and he looked for him frantically.
In that moment he heard the woman speak for the first time, her heavily accented voice hushing everyone else instantly. "Brother, Liebling. Come out, come out, where ever you are." Her voice was deep and sultry and Kurt felt a shiver run down his spine. He didn't dare to speak up but then he heard Brittany scream and saw Santana in the woman's arms.
Before he could move to her, however, Dave charged.
"Let her go!" he cried and in a flash the Vampire had followed his words, grabbing him instead.
"Ohhhhh, we got a brave one," she crooned, licking his cheek. "I like brave ones, ihr schmeckt nach Sonnenschein... so tasty... like the soldiers from the war I was born into."
Dave was standing very still, his eyes looking for Kurt. All of this had taken place in just a few seconds and Kurt didn't even think before he moved through the crowd.
"Let him go," he demanded and her eyes fell on him. She grinned.
"There you are, Bruder," she said, hugging Dave tight. "I was wondering how many more of your friends I would have to kill before you show yourself. But it seems you like this one, do you not?" She kissed Dave's cheek and Kurt ran to her, putting all his speed into it to pull his boyfriend away from her.
The next second she was holding him up on his neck, Dave lying a few feet away on the ground and people were screaming again. Kurt scrambled and tried to free himself of the woman's grasp, but she was too strong.
"I was born during the Great War, Junge, don't think you can mess with me," she hissed and then ordered the room to be silent. The screaming stopped but the sobbing continued. People huddled in corners, praying, crying, hugging each other.
Santana and Puck were dragging Dave with them, away from Kurt and the woman who looked up at him, smirking.
"My name is Elsbeth, little brother. What is yours?"
She let go of Kurt who landed on his feet and moved some steps back. "I'm Kurt. And I'm not your brother."
She laughed and Kurt hated himself for liking her laugh, it was rich and dark, it reminded him of Santana.
"Oh, but you are, Kurt," she said, circling him. "Leon fathered you like he fathered me all those years ago. I am just so much older than you are. See, he came to Germany during the Great War, or the First World War as it is called now. And he found me there. And he found me worthy of this gift, so he made me his child. I was born then, Kurt. Just like you were born recently. You are my brother. And I have come to look for you." She eyed him hungrily. "You are able to walk in the sun, little brother. How do you do it? Show me!"
Kurt shivered. "That is why you're here? That's why you killed them?" He pointed to the three bodies lying at the stage but she just shrugged.
"I kill because it amuses me, silly boy," she said and laughed again. "Don't tell me you have never done it?"
Kurt shook his head. "No, I haven't. And I won't. I don't want to kill."
She sighed. "Ah, you little idiot. We are Vampires. We are born to kill. It is what defines us, it is our nature. You will not be able to resist much longer, believe me."
Kurt shook his head again, ignoring the gasps around them when Elsbeth spoke of Vampires. "I'm different," he said. "I won't kill. And you won't either, I won't allow it."
She laughed again. "You think you can fight me, mein Kleiner? You are nothing compared to me. Just an infant, born not even a year ago. I will crush you." Her face darkened in an instant. "Now, show me how you can live in the sun and I might be inclined to let your little human friends go. If not I will murder them all before your eyes."
Kurt closed his eyes. Then his fingers moved up, removing his jacket and opening his shirt.
When he removed it he turned around, showing her his back, the tattoos glistening in the harsh light from above. Suddenly he felt her hands on his shoulders and flinched.
"So, it is this easy?" she whispered and traced the patterns on his back. "This will make me walk in the sun again?"
Kurt turned around again and nodded. "Yes. Now leave, you got what you wanted. Let us be." She seemed to think about this for a minute and then grinned at him.
"I don't think so, little brother. I think I would like for you to kill some of your friends now – I will even allow you to choose who."
Kurt felt like someone had poured ice into his veins and he heard the screams only as from a distance. He locked eyes with Dave for a second who looked at him in utter panic. Kurt returned his gaze to Elsbeth. "No," he said, quiet but determined.
She groaned. "Why do you protect them?" she asked. "They are vermin. They are beneath us, only fit to be our food. They will hate you after tonight, they will hunt you. And even if they don't, they will grow old and ugly and die. Why not relieve them of the burden that is the human life right now?"
Kurt looked at Dave again. "Because I love some of them," he answered and attacked. This time he surprised her and was able to land a blow that sent her flying across the hall and into a door.
He ran after her right away, landed another hit which made her break the door and followed her outside. This time she waited for him and attacked on her own. Kurt was thrown back into the room and landed on the ground. Groaning, he stood and looked at Elsbeth who had stopped right before him. Her eyes were blazing.
"Love?" she cried. "We are monsters! We cannot love. All we have is some lingering affection which vanishes after a while." She made a wide hand gesture, taking in the whole room. "Friends? Family? Lovers? We all have that, some memories from our human life. But they are nothing against us. They are worms, nothing more. What will you do with them, little brother? Turn them all? Watch them grow old and die? Do you really think love will stop you from hurting when the time comes?"
Kurt stared at her and then his eyes wandered through the room, finding Finn, Rachel, Mercedes and all his other friends. Finally his gaze settled on Dave who smiled at him. Kurt smiled back and shook his head before he looked back at Elsbeth.
"I won't turn them," he said calmly. "I'll leave this town and all of them. I wanted to spend my last year as one of them – you destroyed that for me." He bent his legs, moving back into his fighting stance. "I won't forgive you for that. And I'm not your brother."
He attacked, knowing she was waiting for him. At the last possible moment he dropped to the ground, tackling her legs and carrying them both outside again, away from the people. He surprised her enough to take her down the hallway, where she finally shook him off.
Immediately he attacked again, aiming for her with hard blows and kicks which she deflected. He was flexible thanks to his dancing, his kicks had always been vicious and they now had his Vampire strength behind them, too.
Elsbeth, though older, wasn't able to land a single blow through his defenses and, slowly but surely, he moved her farther away from the gym. They burst through the doors, out onto the field. She sneered at him.
"No sunlight to protect you from me, little brother," she laughed and slapped his hands away again. "You will have to fight me in the dark."
Kurt kicked again, aiming for her stomach. Then he used his speed to jump and use his other foot to kick her side, catching her off guard. She lost her footing and he used this one second to grab her neck and throw her on her back.
"I don't need sunlight to beat you," he snarled and broke her neck.
She stared at him. "This will not stop me!" she cried and moved her hands up to straighten her head. "I will kill you and then kill all your friends. You are not worthy to be a child of Leon's!"
He was faster, her hands on both sides of her head, his fangs fully grown now. "I never wanted to be," he snapped and pulled.
She screamed but he didn't stop, not even when she scrambled and scratched his arms with her nails. He pulled, heard her bones snap and suddenly – she was gone, only dust was left where she had been.
Kurt fell back from the force of his pull and landed on his butt, staring at nothing. He looked at his hands which were dusty, too. "I did it," he murmured and cleaned himself off. "I killed her."
He looked around, back to the school. Slowly he made his way back to the gym.
As soon as he entered, the smell of blood hit him like a wave. His pupils dilated and he realized how thirsty the fight had left him. He heard the whispers around him, felt the stares – if he hadn't known it before, now there was no doubt that his schooldays were over.
He turned and just a second later Dave was hugging him tight. Kurt closed his eyes, letting Dave's scent wash over him and hugged back.
"It's okay, David," he murmured. "I'm okay."
Dave just hugged him tighter. "I thought," he whispered and Kurt felt wetness on his neck where Dave had buried his head. "I thought she killed you. Never do that again."
Kurt nodded. "I promise," he said and glanced sideways where he could make out his friends. Brittany and Santana were approaching slowly, carrying his shirt and jacket.
Dave released him when they stopped before them and Kurt took the clothes. "Thank you," he said and smiled a bit.
Brittany returned the smile while Santana looked apprehensive. "Don't worry," the blonde said. "I will explain everything to them. They will be okay."
Kurt shook his head, not daring to risk another glance through the hall. He could still hear the whispers, the cries of "Monster," and "He should die!"
"No, Brittany. It's fine. I'll leave... and if you explain it there will only be more questions. About your mother."
Santana took Brittany's arm. "He's right, Brit," she said. "We can't have your mother exposed because of this."
Kurt looked at her. "You know?" he asked, surprised.
Santana scoffed. "Of course I know, dumbass. Not about you, though. Quite the surprise. Now go. Before they come to their senses and start the witch hunt." She pointed behind her where the teachers – Schuester, Sylvester and Beiste among them – stood around the bodies and seemed to be coming out of their daze.
Kurt nodded, risking one last glance to his friends from the New Directions and left the gym, Dave on his heels.
"I'll drive you," he said but Kurt shook his head.
"No, David. I'm too thirsty. And I need to tell my Dad about it, finally. And I should do it alone."
Dave's head dropped but he nodded, pulling Kurt to him once more. "Okay," he sighed. "But don't just leave town, okay? Come to me before you go."
Kurt nodded and kissed him deeply. "I will. I love you, David."
"I love you, too," Dave answered and let him go, steeling himself for the upcoming questions in the gym.
Kurt arrived at home just a few minutes later, running faster than ever before.
The light was still on in the living room and he steeled himself before he opened the door and entered.
Burt and Carole looked at him in surprise when he entered the living room. "Hey, kiddo, why are you back so early?" Burt asked and then looked at his still open shirt and jacket, at the blood on his arms, and stood. "Did something happen?" he asked in alarm and Kurt nodded.
"Yes, Dad, something happened. I need to tell you something. Will you please sit down again? I'll be right back."
He saw Carole put her hand on his father's arm before he left for his room. He opened the closet and took out three blood bags. After he had drained them he changed his clothes, not looking at his cell which had gone off five times during his run home.
When he returned to the living room Burt and Carole where talking quietly to each other but stopped when Kurt sat down in the chair before them.
"What's going on, Kurt?" Burt said, his voice worried.
Kurt looked at Carole who nodded slightly. "Dad..." Kurt began and stopped, not knowing how to tell him. But he knew he had to do it before Finn came home. "Dad, when Carole and I were at the Spa in the summer... something happened to me," he tried again.
Burt wanted to say something but Carole put her hand on his arm again. "No, honey, let him talk," she said. "We should have told you before, but... well. It's not so easy. Just... listen and try to understand." Burt looked at her and then back at his son before he nodded.
Kurt smiled at Carole in thanks and then went back to his tale. "I got bitten that night," he continued. "Bitten by a man called Leon. Just... he's not a man. He's a Vampire."
He saw that Burt wanted to say something and hurried to continue. "He turned me, Dad. I'm a Vampire. Carole found me and called a friend for help – she gave me a way to walk in the sun and explained some of it to me. The rest I got from another Vampire who lives here, too. She showed me how to drink blood without killing anyone and I've lived pretty normal. Well, except that I drink blood now instead eating food."
He paused for a moment, letting his Dad absorb all this. Then he went on. "I never wanted to tell you," he confessed. "I just wanted to spent this year as a normal boy, as your son, and then leave, like it was planned... I got told that I had some serious changes coming, personality wise, I mean, and I didn't want to be here when it happens. But, tonight... We got attacked, Dad. At Prom. By another Vampire, another child of Leon. She wanted me... She killed Figgins and two kids before I called out to her. We fought and... I killed her," he ended in a whisper, looking at the ground.
He heard someone stand up and felt Carole's arms around his shoulders a few seconds later.
He leaned on her gratefully. "You did well," she said. "If she attacked humans she deserved to die. I'm just happy that you're okay."
Kurt nodded. "Yeah... But I should have said something earlier... Maybe she wouldn't have gotten Sean and Strando then..."
Carole shook her head, looking at Burt who seemed too shocked to say anything. "No, Kurt. You couldn't know how she'd react. You did the right thing. And I know why you told us now – everyone saw you, right?"
He nodded again and bloody tears gathered in his eyes. "They all know about me... They know I'm a monster," he cried and buried his head in his hands. "Dave, Britt and Santana came to me after and they will be questioned about me, I know it... I shouldn't have been so selfish and stayed here... I put them all in danger."
"Nonsense!" Kurt looked up at his father who had moved from the couch and was kneeling on the ground before his son, taking his hands, not caring about the blood on them or Kurt's face.
"You're no monster, Kurt," Burt said firmly. "You just wanted to have a normal life – that's your right! You said you never killed anyone and I believe you. You're a good kid, Vampire or no Vampire. You're my son, Kurt. I love you, no matter what. We'll deal with this, like we've dealt with everything else! And no more talk about you just leaving! I lost your mother already, I don't want to lose you, too, not because of something like this!"
Kurt couldn't hold his tears back; he cried in earnest and fell into his father's arms who hugged him like he had hugged him the day Kurt came out to him. Carole put her arms around them, too, and that's how Finn and Dave found them when they entered the room a few minutes later.
Dave didn't want to wait for Kurt to come to him to say goodbye so he offered to drive a still shaking Finn home, explaining everything on the way as well as he could. Finn, being the boy he was, accepted the truth pretty easily, agreeing to help Dave explain everything to the Glee Club later.
When they came home he interrupted the group hug and pulled Kurt into one of his own, squeezing tightly.
"You're my brother, man," he said. "Nothing's gonna change that." Kurt felt fresh tears at his eyes but held them at bay, at least until his eyes fell on Dave.
"I need to leave Lima," he whispered and Finn let go of him to trade shocked looks with the rest of his family. Dave on the other hand just took Kurt over from Finn and kissed his boyfriend tenderly on the forehead.
"Yeah, you have to," he confirmed and smiled sadly. "But not tonight, right?"
Kurt shook his head. "No, of course not." He looked at Carole. "I'd like to ask Sheila for help, do you think she'd be okay with letting me stay for a few days until I've figured out where to go?"
Carole nodded. "Of course. I'll call her right away." With that she left the room.
Finn looked at Kurt in confusion. "But… dude, you can't just leave! What about school?"
Kurt chuckled. "Finn, seriously… do you think anyone wants me to go back to school? They'll probably want to kill me as soon as they see me. I need to get out of here before they start hunting me or something."
Finn gaped and visibly struggled for words. "But… what about Nationals?"
Kurt stared at him. "Finn, Figgins and two students were just killed by a Vampire. Do you really think they will go through with Nationals?"
He blinked. "I really need to get out of here. If Rachel finds out they cancel Nationals she'll make it her personal mission to kill me…" Dave and Burt laughed at this and even Finn had to smile a bit.
"Yeah… okay, I guess that makes sense…" Finn sighed. "Still, I'm not okay with you just leaving… Will you at least come back?"
Kurt traded glances with his father. "I don't know," he confessed. "I was told I'm about to change… I could get dangerous. As long as I'm not sure about my feelings and reactions concerning you I probably won't come back." Dave squeezed him tighter unconsciously.
Burt looked at his son and his boyfriend for a moment. "Dave," he started, "why don't you call your parents and tell them you'll stay here for the night?" All three boys looked at him in surprise and he shrugged.
"If Kurt leaves tomorrow I don't want to be the one to cut your time even shorter. Say goodbye tonight and we'll do the same in the morning."He smiled at Kurt who stared at him for a moment and then flew back into his arms.
"I love you so much, Daddy…" the boy whispered and Burt hugged him tightly.
"I love you, too, Kurt. Never forget that. And come back as soon as you can."
In that moment Carole came back. "Sheila says you can stay with her," she said to Kurt and put an arm around Finn. "She gave me her address in Columbus, I'll give it to you tomorrow.
You should go to bed now, it's late." Dave and Kurt nodded and Kurt took his boyfriend's hand to lead the way.
"I'll see you in the morning," he said and his family smiled at him.
"Of course you will," Burt said and let them go.
They were lying on Kurt's bed, Dave spooning Kurt and tracing lazy patterns on Kurt's arm. "You know," Dave broke the silence of the dark room, "what this woman said… about us humans going to die… it's true, right?"
Kurt nodded. "Yeah, it is. One day you'll die while I'll continue to walk on this earth, still looking like I do now."
Dave was silent for a minute, his hands never stopping to move. "I don't really like my life," he finally continued. "I mean… apart from you there isn't much good in it. And if you leave… I mean… Why won't you take me with you?"
Kurt sighed and turned around, lifting himself up a bit on his elbow. "No, David, I won't turn you," he said. "I hate Leon for doing this to me and I don't want you to hate me, too. Also, I'll soon start to change. I won't be the Kurt you love anymore. And if I turn you, you'll change, too. I can't bear that, David. My life was taken from me, but I want you to live! To grow up, marry, get a family and one day die a peaceful death."
Dave looked at Kurt through his tears. "Maybe I'll still die young" he whispered. "Then you've had left me for nothing."
Kurt shook his head and embraced him. "That won't happen, David. I just know it. And you'll see me again, I promise."
He smiled. "You know, the good thing about being immortal? If I say I'll love you forever, it is actually true."
Dave had to laugh at this. "Well, yeah, that's something…"
Kurt hit him playfully on the shoulder. Dave poked him in the side and soon they were engulfed in a furious tickling match.
Swiftly Dave was lying on his back, Kurt sitting on his legs and smiling down on him. "You know," the smaller boy said and cocked his head to the right, "just because I'm unable to have sex doesn't mean you are."
Dave was just about to ask what Kurt meant when he had to draw in a gasping breath. Kurt had pushed up Dave's shirt and latched onto the skin above his collarbone, sucking slightly.
"Oh, god, Kurt," Dave groaned and fisted the sheets. "What are you…" Kurt grinned into his skin and moved his mouth farther south to one of Dave's nipples.
"I'll make you feel good, David," he explained before licking over the already rising bud. "I can't fuck you or get fucked by you like I want… but I can give you everything else."
A pained expression flashed across his face and he looked up into Dave's eyes. "It might be the only thing I can ever give to you," he whispered an moved in to kiss Dave's lips.
Dave returned the kiss which started of slow and sweet but got heated very fast. Dave felt himself harden and his hips jerked up, against Kurt's leg. Kurt pulled away from his mouth to kiss his neck instead.
"This is goodbye, isn't it, Kurt?" Dave asked as Kurt urged him to take off his shirt. Kurt froze and looked back down at him. Dave smiled at him, tears in his eyes and Kurt almost chocked on his own.
"Yes, David, it is," he whispered. "I promise I'll come back to see you, but I don't know when and under which circumstances. So yes, this is a goodbye." He traced his hand down Dave's cheek. "But I'll stop if you want me to."
Dave lifted himself up and hugged Kurt who was still straddling his lap. "No," he murmured. "I want you to do this. I've dreamt of this for so long… okay, I had hoped to be able to make you feel good, too, but I know that's not an option." He smiled again and mirrored Kurt's movement on his cheek.
"If you're willing to do this for me; if it makes you feel better, I'm all yours. Always was and always will be. I love you, Kurt. And even though I might not be immortal, my love for you is. I will never stop loving you, even if I get married one day. You'll always be the first one in my heart."
Kurt captured his lips in another searing kiss. "I don't deserve you," he mumbled and continued his trail down Dave's chest, again latching on one nipple while pushing Dave back on the bed.
Dave moaned. "I'd like to argue this point, but I'm not sure I can find the words," he chuckled as Kurt bit lightly into the tender bud. Kurt trailed open-mouthed kisses over Dave's whole torso, leaving Dave a groaning and withering mess.
"Kurt, please," Dave moaned as Kurt opened his pants.
"Yeah, baby, what do you want?" the singer asked and pulled down Dave's pants and underwear, leaving him naked.
Dave looked down at him. "Please suck me," he said breathlessly and Kurt grinned.
"Oh, I planned to do that…" With that he bent his head down and started to suck on the head of Dave's dick. The jock let his eyes flutter shut with a deep growl, one hand burried in Kurt's hair, the other gripping the headboard of the bed.
Kurt swirled his tongue around the head and then started to swallow more and more of Dave's cock until it touched his throat, but he withdrew again right away, continuing to stroke it with his right hand, while he started to suck some of the fingers of his other into his mouth.
Dave whimpered when he opened his eyes and saw what Kurt was doing. "Kurt…"
The singer smiled. "Don't worry, Dave, you'll love it…" He took his fingers out of his mouth and moved the hand to Dave's ass where he circled his hole for a minute before pushing in with the first finger.
Dave tensed and Kurt bent down to suck at his dick again to make him relax. When he felt the muscles unclench, he pushed his finger farther in, moving his mouth from Dave's cock to his balls and then his thigh, while his other hand never stopped stroking Dave.
Dave's whimpers and moans grew louder and Kurt was sure his Dad and probably Finn heard them by now – not that he cared much. He only had this one night – he wanted to make it memorable. His eyes flashed darkly and the moment his finger pushed against Dave's prostate for the first time he sank his teeth just slightly into his boyfriend's thigh, drawing blood.
Dave came with a shout, arching off the bed.
Kurt never stopped moving his hands, pushed against Dave's oversensitive prostate again and again, while still drinking tiny drops of his blood. Dave's whole body was shaking, and tears were running over his face but he couldn't form the words to ask Kurt to stop.
Even though his body felt on fire and was oversensitive he felt the pleasure run through him again and he came once more, splattering his stomach and Kurt's face with his cum. Kurt finally stopped moving, releasing Dave, pulling back his finger and licking over the tiny bitewound on his boyfriend's thigh to close it.
Then he moved up on the bed, kissed Dave on the mouth and curled up at his side, waiting for the jock to calm down from his high.
A few minutes later Dave rolled over to look at Kurt, a happy grin on his face. "I don't know what to say," he confessed, stroking Kurt's cheek, wiping some of the cum of it. "Except… I really need a shower."
Kurt laughed and stood up. "Yeah, me too. Let's go." He led his boyfriend to the bathroom and turned on the water before getting rid of his own clothes.
Dave watched him. "You look so beautiful," he murmured, tracing the tattoos on Kurt's back.
"At least you'll stay like this forever…"
Kurt laughed again. "Yeah, lucky me… I'll always look thirteen years old."
Dave shook his head, pulling him into the shower with him. "You've no idea how sexy you can be, Kurt," he said, letting the water splash down on them."Definitely not thirteen." Kurt stood on tiptoes and kissed him slowly.
"I love you so much," he whispered, hugging him. "I really don't want to go… But I can't help it."
Dave nodded. "I know. It's okay. I'll wait for you."
Kurt smiled at him and then traced his thigh where he had bitten Dave. "I'm sorry for biting you," he said. "I didn't really think about it…"
Dave shook his head and grinned. "It's fine, baby… It felt amazing. And I know you'd never hurt me. So it's all fine."
Kurt's smile widened and they kissed lazily while showering before going back to bed.
The next morning they had a very quiet breakfast.
Kurt knew his family knew what he and Dave had done last night, but nobody said anything, even if Finn was blushing more than usual and kept sneaking glances at the two of them. Kurt had already packed a backpack with the most necessary things like pictures, his iPod and some clothes.
He didn't want to take too much with him because he didn't know where he'd end up but he was still a kid of the 21st century – he couldn't just get rid of his favorite technology.
"It's not so bad," Carole said suddenly and all looked at her. She smiled a bit. "You have a phone, we can skype… you'll just be gone a bit earlier than we expected you to be. We can still talk and see how you're doing."
Kurt frowned. "Carole…"
Burt interrupted him. "No, she's right. This is not the end of the world, kiddo. We can talk all the time, you and Dave, too. That's what cellphones and the internet is for, right?"
Kurt sighed. "Dad, you don't understand," he tried to explain. "I have no idea where I'll end up. And I've no idea when all this changes will totally hit me. Maybe you might hear from me and then suddenly you won't. Because I don't care anymore. You need to understand that this could happen. I might not come back, Dad. Ever. I might just vanish."
He looked them all directly into the eyes before he spoke next. "When I leave this house it will be as if I'm dead. I'll call in sometimes of course, but you can't continue to treat this like a holiday. That's not what it is."
He stopped when he saw Carole burying her face in Burt's arms who looked close to tears himself. Dave looked down at his plate while Finn stared at Kurt in shock. It seemed that neither of them – except maybe Dave – had really thought about it this way.
Kurt stood up, gripping the table hard. "Dad, I love you. I love you all. But I don't know how longer I'll do it. I don't want to give you the feeling everything's normal and fine until one day it's not. I'd rather just… leave, sort myself out and then maybe come back instead of giving you false hope all the time… And it would definitely be easier that way."
Burt stood and drew him into a fierce hug. "Oh my god, Kurt," he sobbed. "I can't… I don't know how to deal with this! I love you so much and I can't…" He couldn't continue, the sobbing grew and tears were rolling down his face.
Kurt hugged him back and closed his eyes before letting go. "I know, Dad," he whispered. "I feel the same. But this is the best way, believe me."
He went to hug Carole, who was also sobbing but still a bit more composed than Burt. Kurt knew he could leave his Dad with her. He'd be fine after a while.
He went on to Finn, who seemed close to tears himself and hugged him, too. "You're the best brother I could've asked for, Finn," he said and smiled. "Take care of our family." Finn nodded shakily and took Kurt's phone when he gave it to him.
"There're a lot of messages from the girls," Kurt said sadly. "I couldn't read them. Please, tell them I'm sorry and I love them – all of them. I wish I could've said goodbye properly, but… Well. It's better this way." He looked back at his parents.
"I'll stay with Sheila for a while, you can reach me there if need be. I'll also leave a way to contact me with her, so if anything happens to either of you, please, call her and she'll let me know. Okay?"
Everyone nodded and Kurt smiled, taking his backpack and finally looked at Dave. His boyfriend was crying silently, openeing his arms for a hug. Kurt went into the embrace, holding himself together. It wouldn't do him any good if he cried now, too.
"I'll always love you," he promised. "Please, live your life. Fulfill your dreams. Live for me."
Dave nodded, not trusting himself to speak.
He took off his leather bracelet which he had worn the whole year and which had been the scource of the constant smell of leather surrounding him, and gave it to Kurt.
"Keep it," he said. "And think of me every now and then."
Kurt kissed him and took the bracelet. "Always, David."
He stepped back, looking once more at his family and his boyfriend, smiling a last time – and then he was gone, leaving the door wide open behind him.
Inside the house Burt started to cry with a scream.
A/N: Well, that's it. I hope you liked it :)
Thanks go to my lovely beta lizaye, and my wonderful artist visionsthatihold. They're both absolutely awesome! You can find her art for this story on my live journal under my name Caliena.
Thanks to the guys from tumblr who helped me out, especially my dearest carlathezombie who discussed with me the sexual possibilities of Vampires and shake-ure-kitty for helping me finding the end and a title. Also thanks to epanaphoric who gave me names and amelias-nature who gave me some inspiration to continue writing.
I love you all!
Oh, and the words Elsbeth used in the gym are German.
A little translation:
Liebling – Darling
Ihr schmeckt nach Sonnenschein – You (humans) taste like Sunshine
Bruder – Brother
Junge – Boy
Mein Kleiner – little one