Glee-Fic: Caligo Nox Noctis, Chapter One (Finn/Kurt, Slight Blaine/Kurt)
Title: Caligo Nox Noctis
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: PG-13 for now
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt overall; some minor Blaine/Kurt
Chapter: 1/?
Word Count: 2512
Spoilers: Let’s say everything to be safe :)
Summary/Warnings: (Vampire!Kurt, so completely AU) The good news about all of this is that there’s a cure. The bad news, of course, is what the cure actually is.
Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own these characters, no matter how sad that makes me. I do, however, promise to return them when I’m done with them. :)
Caligo Nox Noctis
He wakes up with a groan, wondering first of all why it feels like he’s just been pummelled by the entire McKinley High football team and secondly why he’s lying on the floor instead of in a bed…in a room that looks like one of the Dalton dorms even though he’s got no real reason to be there.
“Ow.”
“Awake?”
“Yeah,” Kurt feels a sharp pain in his neck and swipes at it absently, wondering what exactly had happened the night before, and he gradually becomes aware that Blaine is staring at him curiously. “Wh…”
“I thought you knew,” Blaine sighs before sitting on his bed and Kurt tries desperately to pick himself off of the floor, only it’s a little bit of a struggle to even move.
“Knew…knew about what?” Kurt asks fearfully, and Blaine helps him sit up, his hands feeling unnaturally warm against Kurt’s skin.
“Look in the mirror,” Blaine tells him, and Kurt staggers to his feet before staring at himself…or, what would have been himself, only there’s nothing there.
“Oh, God. Oh, my God…” he whispers, suddenly breathing harsher, and Blaine holds his shoulders steady. “Blaine, why can’t I see myself? I can see you, but…”
“You’ve never heard,” Blaine sounds resigned, hand coming up to caress Kurt’s neck as he gasps and flinches back. “You feel that?”
“I…”
“What do you remember about last night?”
“Nothing,” Kurt shakes his head. “Just…we were practicing, and then I was heading to my car, and…”
“We found you in the parking lot,” Blaine explains softly. “You…last night was the new moon, Kurt.”
“…And?”
“Dalton Academy doesn’t just feel like an old school…it is an old school. A haunted old school. Legend has it that years ago it was home to a vampire coven, and…well, let’s just say that one member of the coven hasn’t been taken care of or moved on yet. He only comes out on new moon nights, but if he finds you…students have gone missing before and were never found, and they always, always went on the night of a new moon.”
“Oh, God,” Kurt says again, hand over his neck.
“I thought about it a second after you left, but it was already too late. I guess he didn’t want to take on all of us because he took off, but…”
“I’m a vampire,” Kurt says carefully.
“Yes.”
“A vampire,” Kurt repeats, as if he can’t quite believe it.
“Kurt, I am so sorry,” Blaine hugs him from behind, leaning against his shoulder, and to Kurt it looks like he’s leaning on air, which is just kind of weird.
“No, it’s…I wouldn’t expect you to remember something like that. It seems like something I should have known regardless, but…”
“You’re surprisingly calm about all of this,” Blaine sighs.
“What can I do? Freaking out is hardly going to help me at this point,” Kurt has to mention, although inwardly he is kind of freaking out. What kind of vampire is he, exactly? There are so many rumours and legends that he doesn’t even know where to begin. Obviously he doesn’t have a reflection, but what about sunlight? Garlic? Does he… “Blaine.”
“Yes?”
“Do I…do I look normal?”
“You’re gorgeous,” Blaine promises. “Honestly, Kurt, you look the same. Maybe a tiny bit paler, but…”
“I’m so pale already that there’s hardly a difference?”
“Bingo,” Blaine laughs. “And your teeth.”
“Mm,” Kurt carefully touches one with the tip of his tongue, unsurprised to feel a drop of blood well up. “Yes. Definitely fangs.”
“I don’t know what to tell you…”
“It’s irreversible?”
“I don’t know. You’re the first one we’ve ever found,” Blaine admits, and Kurt groans and leans back, letting Blaine take some of his weight as he slumps against him.
“Please don’t let me sparkle in the sunshine. Please,” Kurt whispers, and Blaine laughs at that one.
“I highly doubt ‘Twilight’ is the epitome of truthfulness when dealing with vampire legends,” he teases.
“Vampires aren’t supposed to be real, so who really knows?” Kurt replies, a little testily. “And…oh, Gaga, I have to drink blood, don’t I?”
“Probably?”
“You’re a lot of help.”
“Sorry, Kurt, but I’ve never dealt with a…a real vampire before. Tell you what, it’s Saturday, so how about we do some research and see if we can figure out anything about the coven or finding a cure? I can’t believe that you’re the only one that was ever found before they were…taken elsewhere, so there must be records...” Blaine’s thinking about this hard, starting to pace, and Kurt flops onto the other boy’s bed, letting out a heavy sigh. “So. I take it you want to stay here for the weekend?”
“I’ll tell my dad we have a project. Or rehearsals. There’s no way I’m going home a monster.”
“Okay,” Blaine nods and goes to dig out his computer, opening it and starting to click away at something.
Kurt decides he’s going to try and sleep some more.
This is still just too weird.
000
“Kurt? Kurt, wake up,” Blaine’s hand is warm and nice on his forehead and Kurt pushes up instinctively, craving the warmth that seems to have all but fled from his body since last night. “Hey.”
“Hey,” Kurt blinks, sighing and sitting up, and Blaine wraps an arm around him and pulls him close, not flinching when Kurt grabs onto him and holds tightly.
“You okay?”
“Just…”
“I know,” Blaine sighs. “But I have good news and bad news.”
“What’s easier to start with?”
“The good.”
“Then hit me,” Kurt closes his eyes, turning his face against Blaine’s neck and just wanting to be held for a while as Blaine starts to talk.
“Okay. Well, I’ve found out about the coven, and they’re not your traditional Dracula vampires, at any rate. Of course, what we see in the media is often not what’s actually real. So, they’re vampires in that they have no reflections and require blood for sustenance, but past that, I’d say you’re still fairly human. The good news is that there’s a cure.”
“What?” Kurt asks immediately, finally feeling at least the stirrings of hope in his chest…until he thinks about it logically and sighs. “I suppose that’s the bad news.”
“Yeah,” Blaine heaves a sigh. “Luckily, I think we can work with it. Basically, the coven was a family that had been cursed hundreds of years ago. The specifics aren’t known but I’d wager it’s the general tale of betrayal, revenge, and jilted lovers.”
“As always,” Kurt groans.
“At any rate, the entire family was cursed, even though their youngest daughter had nothing to do with whatever the original issue was. She was cured when her first true love kissed her, but of course it’s not nearly that easy. It can’t just be a kiss; they actually have to be in love with you, or no matter how many times they kiss you, nothing’s going to change.”
“God,” Kurt moans. “No. This isn’t happening. This is not happening.”
“It can’t be that bad,” Blaine’s trying to be reassuring but now is so not the time for that. “After all, you know who the first person you fell in love with is, right?”
“Yes.”
“And they’re still alive and you know where they are?”
“Oh, yes,” Kurt sighs again.
“Then at least you have a chance,” Blaine presses, and Kurt in that moment regrets not telling the other boy about his long-lived crush on his now-stepbrother. Because this? This is just awkward.
“No. No chance,” Kurt shook his head fiercely. “Not happening.”
“Kurt, if it’s the only way…”
“I’m not in love with him anymore!”
“That doesn’t matter,” Blaine shakes his head. “And that’s part of the problem, too: you both have to love each other.”
“I won’t let myself fall in love with him again. I can’t. It almost broke me last time, and Finn…”
“Hang on, what?”
Kurt closes his eyes and hides his face in Blaine’s neck again, not wanting to face this. Stupid slip of the tongue.
“Kurt…”
“How do you think our parents met, Blaine? I introduced them in the hope that they’d fall in love and get married and move in together and Finn would have to share a room with me…that worked out wonderfully, of course, and…”
“Hey, slow down,” Blaine runs his hand down Kurt’s arm, soothing him, and Kurt sniffs and sighs and lets Blaine hold him some more. “Okay, so you were in love with Finn.”
“Right.”
“And?”
“And.”
“And when did you fall out of love?”
“Somewhere between the time I realized he was straight and the time he indirectly called me ‘faggy,’” Kurt snorts, and Blaine’s heard that part of the story, but Kurt’s never told him about his actual feelings for the tall boy. And he really, really wishes he’d never had to.
“But could you still love him?”
“Honestly?”
“Mm.”
“After what he did at the wedding, it’d be really easy. I just have to let myself think too hard on it and I’ll fall for him again. He’s so endearingly idiotic that while it would normally annoy me, it’s just impossible to be angry with him for long. But he’s so painfully straight that I’ve let myself stop hoping,” Kurt admits. “After Rachel and Santana and Quinn and every combination of them possible, I think it’s safe to say that he’s not jumping onto our boat any time soon. Plus…he’s family, now. Any chance we had was killed as soon as our parents said ‘I do,’” Kurt snorts, a little bitter about the fact now that he’s actually getting it out there, but Blaine just leans his head against Kurt’s and hugs him tighter.
“And you’re sure he’s the one?”
“Undoubtedly. It makes it markedly easier when I’ve only ever been ‘in love’ with two people…” and oh, there he goes again, sticking his foot in his mouth.
“Really? Who’s the other?”
“Don’t be coy,” Kurt turns Blaine’s chin so they’re facing each other. “You know.”
“I know. It’s nice to hear you say it.”
“But we’re kind of screwed now.” Kurt and Blaine have never actually been ‘boyfriends,’ not yet; they both just kind of agreed that being friends was more important right now, but Kurt had hoped that at some point…well, that’s never going to happen.
“I’m not giving up on us,” Blaine promises. “And I want you to know that if things don’t work out with Finn, I’ll still want you, vampire or not.”
“Thank you,” Kurt feels safe right now, even though his life is pretty much in shambles, and he decides to take a chance and moves closer to Blaine before the older boy puts a hand on his chest to stop him. “What?”
“I…didn’t tell you this, yet, but the whole blood drinking thing? You’re not dependent on blood, but if you don’t have some every couple of weeks or so you will progressively get weaker until you just fade away,” Blaine warns, and Kurt shakes his head and reaches to run a hand through Blaine’s curly hair.
“What does this have to do with me kissing you?”
“Just that…apparently the only blood that will give you any sustenance at all is…”
“Finn’s. Of course,” Kurt groans. “God, I wish I could turn into a bat right about now. It would seem so much easier.”
“We’ll make it through this. Somehow. But right now we’ve gotta get back to Lima so you can feed. Apparently you have to within the first day.”
“How did you find all this out?” Kurt asks curiously. “Not that I mind, if it’s true, but it seems rather in-depth.”
“The Internet is a wonderful thing,” Blaine nudges him playfully. “And so far everything’s been true, at least about your appearance.”
“Well, true,” Kurt concedes. “And there’s really no harm in going home, I suppose. This will be easy enough to hide, at least.”
“So we…”
“We’re not telling anybody,” Kurt shakes his head. “I mean, Finn, obviously, but that has to be it. I’m enough of a freak already without giving people more ammunition.”
“Come on, your friends will love it. Lauren’s a…whatchamacallit… ‘Twi-hard,’ isn’t she? And Tina?”
“Yes, they’ll think it’s cool, but I’m more worried about what the bullies will do.”
“Threaten to bite them,” Blaine grins.
“You’re horrible.”
“I’m trying to make the best of this,” Blaine corrects. “And you know, if you want to kiss me…”
He doesn’t need to finish his sentence because Kurt has their mouths together before he can stop speaking, kissing him desperately and trying to remember that he has fangs and biting probably wouldn’t be a good idea.
So he’s careful, but it’s so hard, because he’s never kissed another guy before (he’s staunchly not counting that…other experience as a kiss, because he didn’t consent) and Blaine’s just…
“Stop,” Blaine pushes him away a little, still holding his arms, and Kurt knows that they would have both gone farther without a second thought and slumps on top of Blaine, just letting himself be held again (and why on Earth should getting turned into a vampire suddenly make him crave human touch? He’s never been much of a cuddler, truthfully, but you wouldn’t be able to tell that today).
“Why is it that, when I’m finally over him and wanting to move on, the world has to throw a wrench in my plans again?” Kurt groans, and Blaine laughs and strokes a hand through his hair.
“The world generally knows what it’s doing, Kurt. Give it a chance,” he prompts, and Kurt rolls his eyes but eventually nods.
“Okay. But only one.”
“Great. So, we’re off to Lima, then?”
“If there’s no other choice,” Kurt pushes himself upright, wobbling a little as Blaine grabs his arm to steady him. “And I think you’re right about the blood. I’m feeling a little dizzy.”
“I’m sorry, babe. I’d let you if I thought it would help, but…”
“No. No, it has to be him, I guess,” Kurt staggers to grab his bag and slings it over his shoulder.
“At least you know he’d do anything for you,” Blaine says quietly, and Kurt shakes his head.
“Within reason. This is going a little beyond ‘anything,’” he has to point out, and Blaine shrugs.
“I still think he’ll do it. You could…you could die, Kurt, and…”
“Hey, not going to happen,” Kurt stands up as straight as he can and strikes a pose with his hand on his hip, causing Blaine to chuckle weakly. “But come on, let’s get this over with.”
“Okay,” Blaine holds out his hand for the keys to the Navigator, which Kurt hands over reluctantly, before putting his arm gently around Kurt’s waist and steering him out of the dorms and over to the parking lot.
Kurt’s grateful for the support, because he really is feeling more ill with every step, but a tiny part of his mind can’t help but fear that Finn won’t help him out this time.
He really hopes he’s wrong, but he can’t help worrying regardless.
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Notes:
1. The title, ‘Caligo Nox Noctis,’ translates to ‘darkest night’ in Latin. I just thought the Latin sounded better xP .
2. I really have no idea where this idea came from, other than that I had sketched out almost the same storyline for an old One Piece fic that never went anywhere, and I actually have an idea for this one so the chances of finishing it are far greater.
3. That’s about it, really. Um…let me know what you think, because I’m not even sure what to think about this one!!!