Glee-Fic: Making Wishes in the Dark, 1/?
Title: Making Wishes in the Dark
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: NC-17 at some point
Characters/Pairing: Blaine/Kurt, other minor ones mentioned
Chapter: 1/?
Word Count: 2458
Spoilers: Nothing specific
Summary: Torchwood!Klaine!AU. Blaine Anderson never would have thought a simple job offer would turn his world upside-down, or that the enigmatic man he now worked for might just be the one person he'd been looking for all along.
Notes: It's not necessary to be familiar with Torchwood to understand this fic, but all you need to know going in is that it's sci-fi based and there will be aliens.
Making Wishes in the Dark
Chapter One
"Oh, my God!" was all Blaine could say, eyes wide as he stared at the scene in front of him, hand clapped over his mouth as Quinn turned with a finger over her lips. "But he's...he..."
"He's fine," Puck sighed and re-holstered his gun, closing his jacket and shivering in the cool morning air off the harbour. "Trust me. Give it like...two minutes, tops. It doesn't look like a bad death," he wandered over to the pile of shining dust and leaned down, rubbing some on his fingers and sniffing it experimentally. "Guess we'll have to wait for him to tell us what that was, because I've never seen anything like it."
"Organic?" Quinn questioned, her gun still out as she joined the tall man.
"Yeah, I'd say so, it's not machinery, anyway," he dug out a small bottle from his pocket and scooped some of it in. "I'll test it once we get back inside."
"Sorry I'm late!" a rather frantic voice reached them and a tiny woman came bounding around the corner, long hair flying behind her as she raced across the pavement. "I'm so sorry, Finn had an early delivery and then he couldn't find his keys so we tore the place up looking for them and by the time we finally found them it was...oh, hello! You must be Blaine!" she smiled and Blaine nodded, trying to figure out why none of them were concerned there was a dead man lying on the pavement.
"It's fine, Rachel," Quinn took a few steps forward toward the man, leaning down and brushing a hand over his chest. "It's already healed, he'll be back..."
There was a frighteningly loud gasp, like somebody coming up from being underwater, and the man sat straight up and blinked, eyes open wide while he took in his surroundings. He looked down at his shirt and grimaced, holding his hand over the hole, before he pushed himself upright and stretched his back out. "All I wanted was morning coffee and I end up dying. Great way to start a Monday," he grumbled, and his voice was higher than Blaine would have thought, but awake (alive?) and standing there with his coat billowing around him he was even more impressive than Blaine had first thought.
"Any idea what it was?" Quinn asked calmly, looking at the dust pile, and the man shrugged and toed some of it with his boot.
"I'm sure we can figure something out in the archives...if I can find anything in there. Definitely organic, though; looked almost like a giant Venus fly trap, although it somehow managed to handle a gun with its...vines," he laughed to himself. "I wasn't expecting that one. Well, no harm done except another shirt ruined," he sounded like he was talking mostly to himself with that one and only after that did he look up and meet Blaine's eyes, a slight tilt of his head the only indication that he was a little shocked to see somebody else there.
"Blaine Anderson," he smiled, brushing some dust off of his slacks as he walked over and held out a hand for Blaine to shake. "Not the greatest way to start your first day of work, but it's more common than you'd think around here. I'm Kurt Hummel. Captain Kurt Hummel, technically, but 'Kurt' is usually fine," he promised, and Blaine swallowed and nodded.
"Yes, sir. Pleased to meet you."
"Sir? I like this one," Kurt called over to Rachel, who rolled her eyes. "You've already met the rest of the team, but just to make it official...Quinn Fabray, our resident genius. If you have questions about technology or computers or anything non-human and non-living, she can help you out."
"Non-human and non-living, sounds like my sex life," Quinn grumbled, and Blaine had the feeling there was a story there but he wasn't about to ask right now.
"Rachel Berry, our liaison with the police and, as I'm sure she'll tell you, 'good enough for Broadway if they'd ever see my talent,'" he had a teasing smile on his face now and Rachel huffed and stamped her foot.
"I am good enough for Broadway, but...plans change. If they ever write a musical about hunting aliens, however," she twirled in a circle. "And you'll probably meet my boyfriend at some point. He doesn't know what we...do here, not really, so try not to mention it," she warned, and Blaine nodded in understanding.
"And Noah Puckerman, our..."
"Doctor Noah Puckerman, if we're being technical, but he already knows I just like 'Puck'," Puck crossed his arms and Blaine had to admit that he looked nothing like a doctor, but then, nothing today was making sense so really, why should this?
"Yes," Kurt sighed, clapping Blaine on the shoulder. "But I'm sure you have a lot of questions, so why don't we see about that morning coffee and we can take you inside and answer some of them?"
"He said he could get the espresso machine working," Puck piped up and Kurt grinned outright, then.
"Excellent, I always thought I had a knack for coffee-making but that thing has been the bane of my existence for weeks now. Still, I won't put you through that on your first day, so why don't you and Rachel grab some coffee and muffins from the place around the corner and I'll...change clothes," he seemed to realize his shirt was covered in blood and looked toward the dingy tourist center door before he strode quickly into the door, Puck and Quinn following as Rachel took his arm and smiled up at him.
"Come on. It's not far," she promised, keeping her hands wrapped around his bicep as they walked down the pier and around the corner to a small cafe, the young woman bounding in ahead of him and obviously already knowing what to order. Blaine stayed a little behind and looked at the menu, tilting his head to the side and walking up to the counter once Rachel had placed her orders. "Get whatever you want, it's all good," she promised him. "Kurt just doesn't like us coming here five times a day for coffee when we have a machine at work, but hopefully you'll be able to figure that one out," she was still bouncing on the balls of her feet as Blaine went up to order a medium drip and a muffin for himself, and he picked up the tray with four coffees in one hand and his own in the other while Rachel grabbed the bags of food and they started to head back.
"So. Kurt," Blaine said as they walked along the water, the breeze off the ocean ruffling his clothes and whipping Rachel's long hair behind her, and she gave him a steady glance as they stopped by a bench overlooking the harbour.
"Yes. He's..." she paused, shaking her head. "I'll let him explain, because while I'm sure he wants you to know, he...he's secretive," she decided on, playing with the edge of her coat. "But I can tell you about myself, if you want? I'm much less guarded than Puck or Quinn, probably because of how I came to join Torchwood in the first place," she smiled and he took a sip of his coffee to cover his surprise.
"Torchwood?"
"That's...what we're called. Kurt says it was started by Queen Victoria originally, but since then there have been branches in different places. We, um...well, I guess the easiest way to put it is that we hunt aliens, or...not always aliens, but things that...don't belong in this world or this time. Where we are, it's sitting on kind of a crack in the fabric of time and space, and things can slip through into our world, so it's our job to keep everything under control," she explained quickly, and while Blaine's brain was still overloading from all of the information, this made about as much sense as anything else had today.
"So you..." he decided to ask something simpler, just so he could process everything else. "How did you join?"
"Oh! Well, you know I have aspirations of musical theatre," she sighed, her eyes glazing over, before shaking her head and continuing. "I was on my way home from rehearsal one night when I heard what sounded like a scream, and when I came around the corner there was a...a dead guy on the ground, and this...creature standing over him. The police showed up right away, and this black vehicle that looked really fancy and...I didn't know it at the time...but Kurt got out and was talking to the officers there. I'd tried to get away but he obviously saw me, because a few days later I had an...invitation to come down here and apparently I was exactly what they needed. My boyfriend's friend works with the police, and it's easier for Torchwood to operate if the police aren't going to interfere so having an in there is a good thing, and Sam's not the type to ask questions," she smiled, tucking some hair behind her ear. "Or at any rate, Sam's the type that would find aliens really cool if he ever found out."
"I see," Blaine felt a little better now, because Rachel was just like him: an ordinary girl, somehow picked to do something that was, quite frankly, extraordinary. "And Puck and Quinn..."
"You'll have to ask them. Even I don't know everything, but I think their stories are a little darker than yours or mine," she frowned before getting to her feet and taking Blaine's arm again. "But come on, before the coffee gets cold. We'll take the less impressive way in because I don't want you dropping coffee on people," she winked and spun off, pulling Blaine back through the tourist office and into the back room that Puck had come out of before. It led to a long corridor, running under the ground, and when they'd passed through a rather heavy-duty door Blaine had to stop and gape because this was incredible.
"It's amazing, isn't it?" Rachel squeaked, shaking his arm, and Blaine could only nod because he'd never imagined anything like this being under the pier. The main level they were on consisted of a few platforms leading up to what looked like a giant computer core, one that Quinn was currently tapping away at a keyboard for, and Rachel pulled him along so that he could see the underground cavern was made up of several levels. "Medical bay's down there," she pointed and Puck waved up at him, now wearing a white coat and examining a jar of the bright powder that had been lying outside earlier, "and Kurt's office is up there," she gestured to an upper level, where Kurt (now free of blood and gore) was leaning on the railing, smiling down at them.
"It takes a while to get used to," Quinn looked back and smiled kindly at Blaine. "But don't worry, most of our work takes place here. The archives are downstairs but they're a mess, so don't venture down there unless you've got a lot of time and patience," she laughed, turning back to the computer. "We're trying to automate everything but it's a big task."
"Coffee and muffins?" Puck asked happily, rushing up the stairs and grabbing the tray from Blaine. "C'mon, this way's the conference room or boardroom or whatever you want to call it," he led the younger man into a glass-walled room with a large table in the middle, setting the tray down and immediately sitting in a chair and propping his feet on the table. Quinn, Rachel and Kurt entered soon after and Blaine tried to relax himself, realizing that while this was big and huge and overwhelming he was safe and actually excited, and he listened to the banter around the table (what Kurt was doing out that morning, how hopeless Rachel's boyfriend Finn was when it came to keeping track of his keys, the girl Puck had taken home the night before - and Blaine got the feeling this was a regular story around there - Quinn updating them on how the automating of the archives was going) while eating his breakfast, not really having time to ask questions but content all the same for now.
They had almost finished up when a loud, piercing alarm shrieked through the underground room and Quinn was off immediately, rushing to the computers and staring at the screen. "Breach, west side of town, looks like it came through in a park. Single entity, roughly human-sized," she relayed, sounding practiced, and Kurt nodded and stood up.
"Blaine, stay here. You can explore if you want to but don't...touch anything that doesn't look like it was made on the Earth," Kurt warned with a wry smile, and then the other four were taking off, leaving Blaine there alone.
000
In the end, he didn't get to explore that much. He looked at the computers for a bit, wandered around the main floor, and studied various jars of...he wasn't quite sure what on the shelves in Puck's medical bay, but the time seemed to fly and by the time the rest had returned, all a little dirtier and worse for wear but mostly unharmed, it was time for them to get going.
"Same time tomorrow," Kurt stopped him before he could leave, his hand gripping Blaine's arm and running along his sleeve a little. "And keep the suits, if you don't mind," he winked and sauntered away, leaving Blaine looking to Rachel.
"He lives here. Like I said, let him tell you," she patted his arm and led him back upstairs, and Blaine had barely made it to his little apartment, another mug of coffee in his hand and his brain full of troubling thoughts, when his phone rang and he picked it up without looking.
"Hello?"
"Blaine!" It was Kurt, and Blaine felt far happier than he should about that fact. "Sorry to bother you, but could you possibly meet me at the warehouses down by the docks in, say, fifteen minutes? I think we might have a dinosaur problem. I'd call the others but they worked hard today, and I think you and I can handle this one," there was a trilling laugh that made Blaine's insides do a squirmy little jump, and he started to ask what exactly Kurt meant by 'dinosaur problem' when the call disconnected and he was scrambling to find his coat.
He didn't know what to expect, but his nerves were thrumming with anticipation.
One thing was for sure, he thought as he sprinted to his car, working for Torchwood was not going to be boring.
Prologue
Chapter Two
Notes:
1. Thank you all for the amazing response on the first chapter! I hope this one still holds your interest :)
2. I know this is a little confusing, but I guess the easiest way to explain what I’m trying to do with the characters in this fic is create a balance between who they are in Torchwood and who they are in Glee. They’re not straight copies of the Torchwood characters although they fill the same ‘roles’, if that makes any sense, and their stories are going to be different because of it. As for location, it really doesn’t matter where this is set geographically, as long as it’s a large-ish city with a harbour. Um, if you’ve got any other questions, because I know I’m probably doing a poor job of explaining, my tumblr is apolloenjolras so feel free to ask them there!
3. If you’re familiar with the original Torchwood, however, you should know what the dinosaur hunting will entail ;)
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: NC-17 at some point
Characters/Pairing: Blaine/Kurt, other minor ones mentioned
Chapter: 1/?
Word Count: 2458
Spoilers: Nothing specific
Summary: Torchwood!Klaine!AU. Blaine Anderson never would have thought a simple job offer would turn his world upside-down, or that the enigmatic man he now worked for might just be the one person he'd been looking for all along.
Notes: It's not necessary to be familiar with Torchwood to understand this fic, but all you need to know going in is that it's sci-fi based and there will be aliens.
Making Wishes in the Dark
Chapter One
"Oh, my God!" was all Blaine could say, eyes wide as he stared at the scene in front of him, hand clapped over his mouth as Quinn turned with a finger over her lips. "But he's...he..."
"He's fine," Puck sighed and re-holstered his gun, closing his jacket and shivering in the cool morning air off the harbour. "Trust me. Give it like...two minutes, tops. It doesn't look like a bad death," he wandered over to the pile of shining dust and leaned down, rubbing some on his fingers and sniffing it experimentally. "Guess we'll have to wait for him to tell us what that was, because I've never seen anything like it."
"Organic?" Quinn questioned, her gun still out as she joined the tall man.
"Yeah, I'd say so, it's not machinery, anyway," he dug out a small bottle from his pocket and scooped some of it in. "I'll test it once we get back inside."
"Sorry I'm late!" a rather frantic voice reached them and a tiny woman came bounding around the corner, long hair flying behind her as she raced across the pavement. "I'm so sorry, Finn had an early delivery and then he couldn't find his keys so we tore the place up looking for them and by the time we finally found them it was...oh, hello! You must be Blaine!" she smiled and Blaine nodded, trying to figure out why none of them were concerned there was a dead man lying on the pavement.
"It's fine, Rachel," Quinn took a few steps forward toward the man, leaning down and brushing a hand over his chest. "It's already healed, he'll be back..."
There was a frighteningly loud gasp, like somebody coming up from being underwater, and the man sat straight up and blinked, eyes open wide while he took in his surroundings. He looked down at his shirt and grimaced, holding his hand over the hole, before he pushed himself upright and stretched his back out. "All I wanted was morning coffee and I end up dying. Great way to start a Monday," he grumbled, and his voice was higher than Blaine would have thought, but awake (alive?) and standing there with his coat billowing around him he was even more impressive than Blaine had first thought.
"Any idea what it was?" Quinn asked calmly, looking at the dust pile, and the man shrugged and toed some of it with his boot.
"I'm sure we can figure something out in the archives...if I can find anything in there. Definitely organic, though; looked almost like a giant Venus fly trap, although it somehow managed to handle a gun with its...vines," he laughed to himself. "I wasn't expecting that one. Well, no harm done except another shirt ruined," he sounded like he was talking mostly to himself with that one and only after that did he look up and meet Blaine's eyes, a slight tilt of his head the only indication that he was a little shocked to see somebody else there.
"Blaine Anderson," he smiled, brushing some dust off of his slacks as he walked over and held out a hand for Blaine to shake. "Not the greatest way to start your first day of work, but it's more common than you'd think around here. I'm Kurt Hummel. Captain Kurt Hummel, technically, but 'Kurt' is usually fine," he promised, and Blaine swallowed and nodded.
"Yes, sir. Pleased to meet you."
"Sir? I like this one," Kurt called over to Rachel, who rolled her eyes. "You've already met the rest of the team, but just to make it official...Quinn Fabray, our resident genius. If you have questions about technology or computers or anything non-human and non-living, she can help you out."
"Non-human and non-living, sounds like my sex life," Quinn grumbled, and Blaine had the feeling there was a story there but he wasn't about to ask right now.
"Rachel Berry, our liaison with the police and, as I'm sure she'll tell you, 'good enough for Broadway if they'd ever see my talent,'" he had a teasing smile on his face now and Rachel huffed and stamped her foot.
"I am good enough for Broadway, but...plans change. If they ever write a musical about hunting aliens, however," she twirled in a circle. "And you'll probably meet my boyfriend at some point. He doesn't know what we...do here, not really, so try not to mention it," she warned, and Blaine nodded in understanding.
"And Noah Puckerman, our..."
"Doctor Noah Puckerman, if we're being technical, but he already knows I just like 'Puck'," Puck crossed his arms and Blaine had to admit that he looked nothing like a doctor, but then, nothing today was making sense so really, why should this?
"Yes," Kurt sighed, clapping Blaine on the shoulder. "But I'm sure you have a lot of questions, so why don't we see about that morning coffee and we can take you inside and answer some of them?"
"He said he could get the espresso machine working," Puck piped up and Kurt grinned outright, then.
"Excellent, I always thought I had a knack for coffee-making but that thing has been the bane of my existence for weeks now. Still, I won't put you through that on your first day, so why don't you and Rachel grab some coffee and muffins from the place around the corner and I'll...change clothes," he seemed to realize his shirt was covered in blood and looked toward the dingy tourist center door before he strode quickly into the door, Puck and Quinn following as Rachel took his arm and smiled up at him.
"Come on. It's not far," she promised, keeping her hands wrapped around his bicep as they walked down the pier and around the corner to a small cafe, the young woman bounding in ahead of him and obviously already knowing what to order. Blaine stayed a little behind and looked at the menu, tilting his head to the side and walking up to the counter once Rachel had placed her orders. "Get whatever you want, it's all good," she promised him. "Kurt just doesn't like us coming here five times a day for coffee when we have a machine at work, but hopefully you'll be able to figure that one out," she was still bouncing on the balls of her feet as Blaine went up to order a medium drip and a muffin for himself, and he picked up the tray with four coffees in one hand and his own in the other while Rachel grabbed the bags of food and they started to head back.
"So. Kurt," Blaine said as they walked along the water, the breeze off the ocean ruffling his clothes and whipping Rachel's long hair behind her, and she gave him a steady glance as they stopped by a bench overlooking the harbour.
"Yes. He's..." she paused, shaking her head. "I'll let him explain, because while I'm sure he wants you to know, he...he's secretive," she decided on, playing with the edge of her coat. "But I can tell you about myself, if you want? I'm much less guarded than Puck or Quinn, probably because of how I came to join Torchwood in the first place," she smiled and he took a sip of his coffee to cover his surprise.
"Torchwood?"
"That's...what we're called. Kurt says it was started by Queen Victoria originally, but since then there have been branches in different places. We, um...well, I guess the easiest way to put it is that we hunt aliens, or...not always aliens, but things that...don't belong in this world or this time. Where we are, it's sitting on kind of a crack in the fabric of time and space, and things can slip through into our world, so it's our job to keep everything under control," she explained quickly, and while Blaine's brain was still overloading from all of the information, this made about as much sense as anything else had today.
"So you..." he decided to ask something simpler, just so he could process everything else. "How did you join?"
"Oh! Well, you know I have aspirations of musical theatre," she sighed, her eyes glazing over, before shaking her head and continuing. "I was on my way home from rehearsal one night when I heard what sounded like a scream, and when I came around the corner there was a...a dead guy on the ground, and this...creature standing over him. The police showed up right away, and this black vehicle that looked really fancy and...I didn't know it at the time...but Kurt got out and was talking to the officers there. I'd tried to get away but he obviously saw me, because a few days later I had an...invitation to come down here and apparently I was exactly what they needed. My boyfriend's friend works with the police, and it's easier for Torchwood to operate if the police aren't going to interfere so having an in there is a good thing, and Sam's not the type to ask questions," she smiled, tucking some hair behind her ear. "Or at any rate, Sam's the type that would find aliens really cool if he ever found out."
"I see," Blaine felt a little better now, because Rachel was just like him: an ordinary girl, somehow picked to do something that was, quite frankly, extraordinary. "And Puck and Quinn..."
"You'll have to ask them. Even I don't know everything, but I think their stories are a little darker than yours or mine," she frowned before getting to her feet and taking Blaine's arm again. "But come on, before the coffee gets cold. We'll take the less impressive way in because I don't want you dropping coffee on people," she winked and spun off, pulling Blaine back through the tourist office and into the back room that Puck had come out of before. It led to a long corridor, running under the ground, and when they'd passed through a rather heavy-duty door Blaine had to stop and gape because this was incredible.
"It's amazing, isn't it?" Rachel squeaked, shaking his arm, and Blaine could only nod because he'd never imagined anything like this being under the pier. The main level they were on consisted of a few platforms leading up to what looked like a giant computer core, one that Quinn was currently tapping away at a keyboard for, and Rachel pulled him along so that he could see the underground cavern was made up of several levels. "Medical bay's down there," she pointed and Puck waved up at him, now wearing a white coat and examining a jar of the bright powder that had been lying outside earlier, "and Kurt's office is up there," she gestured to an upper level, where Kurt (now free of blood and gore) was leaning on the railing, smiling down at them.
"It takes a while to get used to," Quinn looked back and smiled kindly at Blaine. "But don't worry, most of our work takes place here. The archives are downstairs but they're a mess, so don't venture down there unless you've got a lot of time and patience," she laughed, turning back to the computer. "We're trying to automate everything but it's a big task."
"Coffee and muffins?" Puck asked happily, rushing up the stairs and grabbing the tray from Blaine. "C'mon, this way's the conference room or boardroom or whatever you want to call it," he led the younger man into a glass-walled room with a large table in the middle, setting the tray down and immediately sitting in a chair and propping his feet on the table. Quinn, Rachel and Kurt entered soon after and Blaine tried to relax himself, realizing that while this was big and huge and overwhelming he was safe and actually excited, and he listened to the banter around the table (what Kurt was doing out that morning, how hopeless Rachel's boyfriend Finn was when it came to keeping track of his keys, the girl Puck had taken home the night before - and Blaine got the feeling this was a regular story around there - Quinn updating them on how the automating of the archives was going) while eating his breakfast, not really having time to ask questions but content all the same for now.
They had almost finished up when a loud, piercing alarm shrieked through the underground room and Quinn was off immediately, rushing to the computers and staring at the screen. "Breach, west side of town, looks like it came through in a park. Single entity, roughly human-sized," she relayed, sounding practiced, and Kurt nodded and stood up.
"Blaine, stay here. You can explore if you want to but don't...touch anything that doesn't look like it was made on the Earth," Kurt warned with a wry smile, and then the other four were taking off, leaving Blaine there alone.
000
In the end, he didn't get to explore that much. He looked at the computers for a bit, wandered around the main floor, and studied various jars of...he wasn't quite sure what on the shelves in Puck's medical bay, but the time seemed to fly and by the time the rest had returned, all a little dirtier and worse for wear but mostly unharmed, it was time for them to get going.
"Same time tomorrow," Kurt stopped him before he could leave, his hand gripping Blaine's arm and running along his sleeve a little. "And keep the suits, if you don't mind," he winked and sauntered away, leaving Blaine looking to Rachel.
"He lives here. Like I said, let him tell you," she patted his arm and led him back upstairs, and Blaine had barely made it to his little apartment, another mug of coffee in his hand and his brain full of troubling thoughts, when his phone rang and he picked it up without looking.
"Hello?"
"Blaine!" It was Kurt, and Blaine felt far happier than he should about that fact. "Sorry to bother you, but could you possibly meet me at the warehouses down by the docks in, say, fifteen minutes? I think we might have a dinosaur problem. I'd call the others but they worked hard today, and I think you and I can handle this one," there was a trilling laugh that made Blaine's insides do a squirmy little jump, and he started to ask what exactly Kurt meant by 'dinosaur problem' when the call disconnected and he was scrambling to find his coat.
He didn't know what to expect, but his nerves were thrumming with anticipation.
One thing was for sure, he thought as he sprinted to his car, working for Torchwood was not going to be boring.
Prologue
Chapter Two
Notes:
1. Thank you all for the amazing response on the first chapter! I hope this one still holds your interest :)
2. I know this is a little confusing, but I guess the easiest way to explain what I’m trying to do with the characters in this fic is create a balance between who they are in Torchwood and who they are in Glee. They’re not straight copies of the Torchwood characters although they fill the same ‘roles’, if that makes any sense, and their stories are going to be different because of it. As for location, it really doesn’t matter where this is set geographically, as long as it’s a large-ish city with a harbour. Um, if you’ve got any other questions, because I know I’m probably doing a poor job of explaining, my tumblr is apolloenjolras so feel free to ask them there!
3. If you’re familiar with the original Torchwood, however, you should know what the dinosaur hunting will entail ;)