Glee-Fic: Caligo Nox Noctis, Chapter Fifteen (Finn/Kurt)
Title: Caligo Nox Noctis
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: R overall
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt overall; some minor Blaine/Kurt
Chapter: 15/?
Word Count: 3273
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
Chapter Fifteen
“You’re really doing this, huh?”
“End of the week,” Kurt nods and wipes his hands off on his pants. “We wanted it to be sooner but my dad talked to the principal and he agreed to refund the remaining tuition as long as I stayed here long enough for them to process the forms.”
“How did he get them to refund it?” Blaine raises an eyebrow and Kurt laughs and sits on the couch in the meeting room, a content smile playing about his lips.
“I’ve learned not to question these sorts of things when my father is involved. He threatened to take a blowtorch to McKinley if Mr. Schuester didn’t allow me to try out for a solo,” he smirks.
“And I talked to this man about you losing your virginity. How did I survive that?” Blaine sighs dramatically and sits down beside him. “You look happier.”
“I am happier.”
“You and Finn making progress?”
“Does this mean you want details, Blaine Anderson?” Kurt asks primly, and Blaine laughs and shrugs.
“I’d never say no to details, Kurt Hummel.”
“Mm, okay, then,” Kurt’s still smiling as he replies, “Finn wants me to be his boyfriend. After this is over.”
“…Oh,” Blaine’s giving him a pained smile that Kurt knows is far from genuine, and he reaches out to cup his friend’s face and draw him closer.
“I’m sorry. I know you like me, and I wish we could try something, but…”
“Finn came first. I get that,” Blaine promises. “I’m happy for you. Really.”
“I don’t want it to be this way,” Kurt lays down on the sofa and pulls Blaine on top of him, resting their foreheads together. “I really wanted to give us a chance.”
“It’s okay. You and Finn…maybe you’re one of those things that’s just going to happen no matter what anybody does,” he shrugs. “I’m just going to miss you.”
“You’re always welcome at our place,” Kurt promises, staring into Blaine’s hazel eyes and tilting his head to kiss the other boy softly. “And I mean it, come visit whenever.”
“I might take you up on that,” Blaine decides after a moment, shifting so that his head is pillowed on Kurt’s shoulder.
“Just…be safe, okay? If I suddenly disappear you’ll be the first one Derek goes after, and…”
“I don’t think he’ll hurt me. He doesn’t even know for sure,” Blaine’s trying to be reassuring, Kurt can tell, but he’s honestly worried for the other teen’s safety.
“If he does, though…”
“He won’t. It’s okay,” Blaine’s arm is a warm weight around Kurt’s waist and Kurt absently wonders again what could have been. He doesn’t regret it, really, because Finn is everything he could have ever wanted, but he has to admit that it’s nice to have somebody he can talk to without simplifying his sentences.
He finds it endearing, of course, but frustrating at the same time and he smiles at the thought.
“You’re thinking about him.”
“Yeah.”
“You’re so cute when you’re in love,” Blaine sighs dramatically and Kurt groans.
“Boys, can we please keep PDAs where nobody can witness them?” Wes sweeps into the room to grab the gavel he’s left on the desk, and Blaine mutters something and waves his hand at the older boy. “I’m happy the two of you have found such kinship in each other, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t think everybody is quite as okay with your openness,” he clarifies. “And Kurt, we know about your transfer, so I think it’s safe to say that Mr. Brown is going to hear of it as well. Just a heads up.”
“Thanks,” Kurt nods and Wes gives him a tiny smile as he leaves the room. “Well, that’s great.”
“You’re gone. No need to worry,” Blaine reminds him. “Now, you want to sing a few duets for the heck of it?”
“Oh, why not?” Kurt lets Blaine help him off of the couch and smiles when the other boy takes his hand as they walk to the practice room.
000
“Okay, if you’re going to look like that every time you have sex with Kurt this is going to be an issue,” Quinn tells him as they’re waiting for Glee to start.
“Quinn, Kurt and I…”
“Didn’t have sex. Right,” she sighs and looks up at the ceiling. “Were you naked?”
“He was. I had my shirt on.”
“Did you touch each other?”
“Um…yeah?”
“Did you both finish?”
“Yes?”
“You had sex,” Quinn tells him bluntly. “Just because it wasn’t penetrative doesn’t mean it doesn’t count.”
“Wasn’t…what?”
“I’m not explaining that one to you,” she brushes down her dress and pulls out a notebook, writing something down before closing it and looking at Finn again. “You still haven’t told me what’s bothering you.”
“I kinda told Kurt I’d be his boyfriend,” Finn blurts, and she blinks at him like this was the last thing she was expecting. “I mean, he was feeling kinda down and I wanted to say something nice and it just…came out.”
“Okay. So how did he react?” she asks, jotting something down in the book again.
“He…ah…” Finn shrugs and looks away which seems to give her the answer she’s looking for.
“That’s how the sex happened, I take it? Well, I think we can gather that he’s not opposed to the idea,” she smiles at him encouragingly. “You’re not thinking of going back on the offer, are you?”
“No! I mean, I don’t think I am, but…crap, Quinn, I never thought I’d say that to a guy!” he groans and drops his head into his hands while Quinn lays a hand on his shoulder.
“Finn, look at me,” she prompts, and he does so, staring into her dark eyes as she gives him a weary smile. “I know you, and I know that you’re one of the kindest, sweetest, most well-intentioned guys in this town. I may have started dating you because everybody expected the head cheerleader to date the quarterback, but I stayed with you because of what an amazing person you are. You never condoned what those other boys did to Kurt…”
“I didn’t stop them…”
“Just listen,” she requests, taking his hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. “You helped Kurt out when nobody else would and you had no obligation to, and you were incredibly patient with him even when it was obvious you didn’t feel the same way he did. You’ve made mistakes, but the fact is that you’d never have worn a shower curtain or done what you did at the wedding for Rachel or I. I think, somewhere deep down, you do love him, and this is just your heart’s way of getting your mind to figure it out,” she stops and pats his hand before moving away.
“Y-you mean that?” he asks softly, because her words have hit home and he’s definitely thinking she might be right.
“Every word,” she promises, getting to her feet and leaning to brush a kiss on his forehead. “Just think about it, okay? You and Kurt are one of the greatest couples I’ve ever seen, and since he’s my friend, you’d better not break his heart.”
“Scary Quinn,” Finn gulps as she glares at him. “I…I won’t. I care about him a lot. A lot,” Finn emphasizes and she nods happily before turning, her flowing dress swishing behind her.
“I believe you. Now, go tell him that,” she suggests, giving him a kind smile before moving toward the back to sit on the upper risers just as the rest of the Club begins to trickle in.
000
“I have an announcement,” Finn says at their last Glee meeting of the week, and everybody turns to look at him curiously as he ambles to the front of the room and stands, hands in his pockets.
“Go on,” Mr. Schuester prompts, and Finn realizes that he’s gonna have to tell Mr. Schue about Kurt’s…affliction as well, but as long as everybody else knows he’s pretty sure the teacher will believe him.
“We’ve talked about it a lot, what with Kurt’s…you guys know,” he shrugs and gets a few nods in return. “And some of you know about the hunters, too, so he’s just not safe there anymore. He’s coming back Monday,” he finishes in a rush, and there’s dead silence for about ten seconds.
“How come he hasn’t told me this?” Mercedes is the first to break it, which isn’t entirely surprising, and Finn shrugs.
“We wanted to be sure that Dalton would re…reim…re…”
“Reimburse,” Rachel supplies, holding her hand up, and Finn nods at her in thanks.
“Yeah. That. And they told Burt they’d give him back whatever’s left of the semester so that’s totally cool, and…yeah. He’s coming back,” Finn nods as he stops speaking and goes to sit down.
“That’s excellent news,” Rachel claps her hands together and all but flutters to the front of the room, planting her feet and setting her hands on her hips as she addresses the Club. “Now, we all know that while the situation with Karofsky has not yet been resolved, Finn has assured me that he has been talked to and probably does not pose a major threat to Kurt’s safety anymore. However, we cannot take any chances, especially with Kurt in his current state…”
“H-hang on, Rachel,” Mr. Schuester stops her and she closes her mouth, turning to him questioningly. “What…exactly…is up with Kurt? You make it sound like he’s ill or something.”
“Not ill, Mr. Schue,” Puck shrugs. “He’s just a vamp.”
“A…a what?”
“A vampire,” Santana rolls her eyes. “Honestly, get with the program.”
“Yeah, apparently Dalton’s, like, super-haunted and stuff,” Brittany adds. “And he got bitten like a little over a month ago because he totally didn’t know there was a vampire there.”
“And you all know about this?” Mr. Schue gestures to the room at large and they all nod in agreement.
“We still talk to him all the time,” Tina shrugs. “It’d be weirder if we didn’t; he lives with Finn.”
“And the only way to break the curse is for Kurt’s first love to fall in love with him in return,” Quinn adds quietly, causing Mr. Schue to look perplexed for a moment.
“His first love. Which would be…”
“We don’t need to go into that,” Finn puts in quickly, and Sam gives him a knowing smirk.
“I think you just answered his question, man.”
“Crap,” Finn sighs. “Yeah. Anyway. So if Kurt and I seem, like, extra close or something? That’s why. I’m trying, because I really want him to be…normal again, but it’s hard.”
“Okay, I’m not going to think too hard about that one,” Mr. Schue purses his lips and nods. “What about these hunters?”
“Dalton’s got, like, people that have gone there for generations just to hunt the vampires and make tons of money off of killing them. One of them’s been following Kurt around and we think that he knows about Kurt being a vampire, so it’s not safe for him anymore,” Mercedes explains.
“Plus, Kurt’s getting…he needs blood more often, now, and last Friday he needed it when he was at Dalton. That’s why I left class in a rush, Mr. Schue,” he tells their teacher, who nods. “When I got there he was pretty much dead, so if it happens again, I just…I need to keep him close. Blaine’s doing all he can but his blood won’t help Kurt any.”
“Okay, so Kurt’s a vampire, you need to fall in love with him, and he needs your blood to survive?” Mr. Schue still looks as if he thinks this is all a really elaborate joke, but since everybody else is deadly serious Finn figures he has to believe them.
“Pretty much, yeah. Oh, and if anybody’s in class with him and his eyes start, like, turning red? Call me. It’s not good,” he adds.
“Wait a minute, so…is he dangerous?” Mr. Schuester asks cautiously, and Finn pretty much expects the outcry that follows that question. “I mean, for the safety of the students!”
“He…maybe?” Finn shrugs. “So far he hasn’t tried to kill anybody when he gets that way. He’s…ah…tried to…y’know?”
“No, we don’t,” Santana informs him with a tired sigh.
“Okay, so he like jumped at me and kissed me, and Blaine said he did the same thing to him,” Finn’s totally embarrassed by now and Quinn rubs his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him.
“Great. So, we’ve got a horny vampire wandering around,” Santana crosses her arms.
“It’s not a big deal,” Brittany shrugs. “I mean, Kurt’s an awesome kisser, so there’s no problem.”
“Okay, enough about this,” Mr. Schuester hold a hand up. “I’m really happy he’s coming back, but let’s just make sure to watch out for him, okay?”
“Okay,” everybody agrees, and Rachel, who still hasn’t sat down, clasps her hands and nods excitedly.
“Excellent. Now, I was thinking about a duet that Kurt and I can do as we all know he’s the only one who can keep up with me vocally, and I…”
Finn tunes her out because this is the same speech she’s made twenty times before, and starts thinking about Monday. Yeah, it’ll be weird to have Kurt back, but more than anything it’ll be pretty awesome.
000
“So, you’re okay for blood?”
“Yeah,” Kurt’s sitting in his lap, arms draped around Finn’s neck, and if anybody thinks it’s weird they don’t mention anything. They’re all back at Rachel’s for their weekly get-together, watching movies, and Finn’s taking up an armchair.
Well, kind of. Blaine’s sitting on the rather wide arm, his hand resting near Kurt’s elbow, and Finn’s okay with that. He knows Blaine wants to keep Kurt as close as possible, and he understands why.
“It’s been a week…”
“I’m okay, Finn,” Kurt promises. “Blaine, tell him I’m okay.”
“He hasn’t had any symptoms in the last few days,” Blaine agrees, absently flattening down a piece of Kurt’s hair that’s slightly sticking up. “And believe me, I’d know if he had any; I’m usually the first one he snapped at.”
“Sorry, babe,” Kurt gives him a rueful smile.
“It’s okay. I don’t take it personally.”
“Shh. Movie!” Rachel hisses from across the room and Kurt sighs and settles himself so his back is pressed to Finn’s chest, the taller boy’s arms draped loosely around his waist. Finn doesn’t pay attention to the movie (it’s some old musical), and Kurt smells really good tonight (he was gushing about some new Marc Jacobs cologne or something), kinda peppery and musky and Finn starts kissing the back of his neck, smiling when Kurt lets out a tiny laugh and presses closer.
“You smell good.”
“You complained about me spending that much money on cologne,” Kurt whispers back as Finn continues to nuzzle and lick at him, lips against the pale skin of his throat as Kurt tips his head onto Finn’s shoulder. “Stop, Finn…”
“Why?” Finn says against his skin.
“Because I’m…this isn’t the time for…” Kurt can’t seem to finish a sentence and Finn has to smile at that. “Blaine,” he whines, and Blaine shoves at Finn’s shoulder and finally gets his attention.
“Save it for the bedroom, lads,” Blaine tells them with a smile, and Finn snorts derisively before sitting back a little.
“Movie!” Rachel repeats, obviously annoyed, and Kurt throws her a thumbs-up as she nods and turns back to the television.
Finn still doesn’t watch, but with Kurt in his lap he doesn’t really care that he’s bored. And when Blaine starts up a whispered conversation about college football he checks to make sure Kurt’s engrossed in the movie before replying.
He won’t be able to tell anybody what the movie’s about, but that’s not really important in the long run.
000
Kurt makes it until Sunday night when he doesn’t eat dinner and tells his dad he feels sick, Finn coming downstairs and finding him sitting frozen in bed with his eyes changing color rapidly.
“Crap. Mom!” he’s up the stairs in an instant, digging through the cupboard for a glass and grabbing the knife before she makes it to the kitchen.
“Finn, honey…what…” she gestures to the knife and he shakes his head.
“Kurt needs blood. I just…I can do it myself but I really hate it. Do you think…”
“Okay,” she takes a deep breath before taking the knife from him. “Are you sure?”
“Mom, I’ve done this before. It’s okay,” he promises, holding out his arm, and he doesn’t look until she’s done and has wrapped his arm. He grabs the glass and heads for the stairs, shaking off the now-familiar flash of dizziness that always came right after losing blood.
“Excuse me! Sorry!” he flies past Burt and down the stairs, hearing the older man ask, “Carole, mind explaining to me why Finn’s tearing around with a glass of blood?” before he’s in Kurt’s bedroom.
He can hear Burt tromping down behind him and wills him to stay away but, of course, that fails spectacularly and so Burt is treated to the sight of his son, red-eyed and snarling, and Finn can hear him take a sharp breath before he clamps an arm around Kurt’s chest and raises the glass to his lips.
Luckily, he’s caught it early this time, and only a few seconds later Kurt goes limp in his hold and blinks his eyes open, looking around curiously.
“I did it again, didn’t I?” he asks wearily.
“Nah, dude, we caught it in time,” Finn shifts him slightly but Kurt clings to his shoulders, unwilling to let go. “Your dad’s…”
“Don’t care,” Kurt’s arms are around him and he’s pressing his cold little nose against Finn’s neck. “I need you right now.”
“Okay,” Finn looks up at Burt, who’s staring at them with some expression that Finn can’t name on his face. “Do you think you could give us a few minutes? He’s okay, he’s just a little worn out.”
“Sure. Kurt, you sure you’re fine, kiddo?”
“ ‘M fine, Dad,” Kurt says, not looking up, and Burt comes closer to lay a hand on Kurt’s head for a moment.
“I’ll take that,” Burt holds out his hand for the glass and Finn passes it over. “And I take back what I said before, Finn; you’re a good kid and I’m glad Kurt has you. Anybody who would do what you just did for another person? I can’t complain about that.”
“Thanks, Burt,” Finn smiles gratefully at the older man as he heads back upstairs and then turns his attention back to Kurt, who’s still gripping him tight enough to bruise. “Hey, calm down. It’s fine.”
“Hold me,” Kurt replies, his voice breaking, and Finn lays them down and does so until Kurt sighs and looks up, composed once more. “Sorry about that, Finn.”
“It’s fine, man,” Finn promises. “And I’d kiss you but you just drank blood, so…”
“Right. I need to talk to my dad anyway,” Kurt gives his hand a squeeze before heading into the washroom, and Finn watches him go before looking up and staring at the ceiling. He thinks that it’s a good thing that Burt approves of him fully, now, but sometimes he still regrets that he’d done anything to give the other man doubts in the first place.
He’s totally going to think about it some more but Kurt comes back and kisses him, tasting of nothing but minty mouthwash, and he decides that he’ll figure everything out later.
Right now he’s got Kurt, and right now that’s all he needs.
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Notes:
1. Why does inspiration always hit at 2:30 in the morning??? Anyway, the next chapter is well under way so I feel okay about posting this one :)
2. Funny story about the cologne I decided to give Kurt. It’s called ‘Bang’, and my mother was looking for a Christmas gift for my dad and loved it so much she took samples home to use herself (it’s got, like, three kinds of peppercorn scents or something in it xP). She still goes into the stores and gets samples of it to use.
3. Once again, thank you all so much for the incredible support on this fic!
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: R overall
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt overall; some minor Blaine/Kurt
Chapter: 15/?
Word Count: 3273
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
Chapter Fifteen
“You’re really doing this, huh?”
“End of the week,” Kurt nods and wipes his hands off on his pants. “We wanted it to be sooner but my dad talked to the principal and he agreed to refund the remaining tuition as long as I stayed here long enough for them to process the forms.”
“How did he get them to refund it?” Blaine raises an eyebrow and Kurt laughs and sits on the couch in the meeting room, a content smile playing about his lips.
“I’ve learned not to question these sorts of things when my father is involved. He threatened to take a blowtorch to McKinley if Mr. Schuester didn’t allow me to try out for a solo,” he smirks.
“And I talked to this man about you losing your virginity. How did I survive that?” Blaine sighs dramatically and sits down beside him. “You look happier.”
“I am happier.”
“You and Finn making progress?”
“Does this mean you want details, Blaine Anderson?” Kurt asks primly, and Blaine laughs and shrugs.
“I’d never say no to details, Kurt Hummel.”
“Mm, okay, then,” Kurt’s still smiling as he replies, “Finn wants me to be his boyfriend. After this is over.”
“…Oh,” Blaine’s giving him a pained smile that Kurt knows is far from genuine, and he reaches out to cup his friend’s face and draw him closer.
“I’m sorry. I know you like me, and I wish we could try something, but…”
“Finn came first. I get that,” Blaine promises. “I’m happy for you. Really.”
“I don’t want it to be this way,” Kurt lays down on the sofa and pulls Blaine on top of him, resting their foreheads together. “I really wanted to give us a chance.”
“It’s okay. You and Finn…maybe you’re one of those things that’s just going to happen no matter what anybody does,” he shrugs. “I’m just going to miss you.”
“You’re always welcome at our place,” Kurt promises, staring into Blaine’s hazel eyes and tilting his head to kiss the other boy softly. “And I mean it, come visit whenever.”
“I might take you up on that,” Blaine decides after a moment, shifting so that his head is pillowed on Kurt’s shoulder.
“Just…be safe, okay? If I suddenly disappear you’ll be the first one Derek goes after, and…”
“I don’t think he’ll hurt me. He doesn’t even know for sure,” Blaine’s trying to be reassuring, Kurt can tell, but he’s honestly worried for the other teen’s safety.
“If he does, though…”
“He won’t. It’s okay,” Blaine’s arm is a warm weight around Kurt’s waist and Kurt absently wonders again what could have been. He doesn’t regret it, really, because Finn is everything he could have ever wanted, but he has to admit that it’s nice to have somebody he can talk to without simplifying his sentences.
He finds it endearing, of course, but frustrating at the same time and he smiles at the thought.
“You’re thinking about him.”
“Yeah.”
“You’re so cute when you’re in love,” Blaine sighs dramatically and Kurt groans.
“Boys, can we please keep PDAs where nobody can witness them?” Wes sweeps into the room to grab the gavel he’s left on the desk, and Blaine mutters something and waves his hand at the older boy. “I’m happy the two of you have found such kinship in each other, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t think everybody is quite as okay with your openness,” he clarifies. “And Kurt, we know about your transfer, so I think it’s safe to say that Mr. Brown is going to hear of it as well. Just a heads up.”
“Thanks,” Kurt nods and Wes gives him a tiny smile as he leaves the room. “Well, that’s great.”
“You’re gone. No need to worry,” Blaine reminds him. “Now, you want to sing a few duets for the heck of it?”
“Oh, why not?” Kurt lets Blaine help him off of the couch and smiles when the other boy takes his hand as they walk to the practice room.
000
“Okay, if you’re going to look like that every time you have sex with Kurt this is going to be an issue,” Quinn tells him as they’re waiting for Glee to start.
“Quinn, Kurt and I…”
“Didn’t have sex. Right,” she sighs and looks up at the ceiling. “Were you naked?”
“He was. I had my shirt on.”
“Did you touch each other?”
“Um…yeah?”
“Did you both finish?”
“Yes?”
“You had sex,” Quinn tells him bluntly. “Just because it wasn’t penetrative doesn’t mean it doesn’t count.”
“Wasn’t…what?”
“I’m not explaining that one to you,” she brushes down her dress and pulls out a notebook, writing something down before closing it and looking at Finn again. “You still haven’t told me what’s bothering you.”
“I kinda told Kurt I’d be his boyfriend,” Finn blurts, and she blinks at him like this was the last thing she was expecting. “I mean, he was feeling kinda down and I wanted to say something nice and it just…came out.”
“Okay. So how did he react?” she asks, jotting something down in the book again.
“He…ah…” Finn shrugs and looks away which seems to give her the answer she’s looking for.
“That’s how the sex happened, I take it? Well, I think we can gather that he’s not opposed to the idea,” she smiles at him encouragingly. “You’re not thinking of going back on the offer, are you?”
“No! I mean, I don’t think I am, but…crap, Quinn, I never thought I’d say that to a guy!” he groans and drops his head into his hands while Quinn lays a hand on his shoulder.
“Finn, look at me,” she prompts, and he does so, staring into her dark eyes as she gives him a weary smile. “I know you, and I know that you’re one of the kindest, sweetest, most well-intentioned guys in this town. I may have started dating you because everybody expected the head cheerleader to date the quarterback, but I stayed with you because of what an amazing person you are. You never condoned what those other boys did to Kurt…”
“I didn’t stop them…”
“Just listen,” she requests, taking his hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. “You helped Kurt out when nobody else would and you had no obligation to, and you were incredibly patient with him even when it was obvious you didn’t feel the same way he did. You’ve made mistakes, but the fact is that you’d never have worn a shower curtain or done what you did at the wedding for Rachel or I. I think, somewhere deep down, you do love him, and this is just your heart’s way of getting your mind to figure it out,” she stops and pats his hand before moving away.
“Y-you mean that?” he asks softly, because her words have hit home and he’s definitely thinking she might be right.
“Every word,” she promises, getting to her feet and leaning to brush a kiss on his forehead. “Just think about it, okay? You and Kurt are one of the greatest couples I’ve ever seen, and since he’s my friend, you’d better not break his heart.”
“Scary Quinn,” Finn gulps as she glares at him. “I…I won’t. I care about him a lot. A lot,” Finn emphasizes and she nods happily before turning, her flowing dress swishing behind her.
“I believe you. Now, go tell him that,” she suggests, giving him a kind smile before moving toward the back to sit on the upper risers just as the rest of the Club begins to trickle in.
000
“I have an announcement,” Finn says at their last Glee meeting of the week, and everybody turns to look at him curiously as he ambles to the front of the room and stands, hands in his pockets.
“Go on,” Mr. Schuester prompts, and Finn realizes that he’s gonna have to tell Mr. Schue about Kurt’s…affliction as well, but as long as everybody else knows he’s pretty sure the teacher will believe him.
“We’ve talked about it a lot, what with Kurt’s…you guys know,” he shrugs and gets a few nods in return. “And some of you know about the hunters, too, so he’s just not safe there anymore. He’s coming back Monday,” he finishes in a rush, and there’s dead silence for about ten seconds.
“How come he hasn’t told me this?” Mercedes is the first to break it, which isn’t entirely surprising, and Finn shrugs.
“We wanted to be sure that Dalton would re…reim…re…”
“Reimburse,” Rachel supplies, holding her hand up, and Finn nods at her in thanks.
“Yeah. That. And they told Burt they’d give him back whatever’s left of the semester so that’s totally cool, and…yeah. He’s coming back,” Finn nods as he stops speaking and goes to sit down.
“That’s excellent news,” Rachel claps her hands together and all but flutters to the front of the room, planting her feet and setting her hands on her hips as she addresses the Club. “Now, we all know that while the situation with Karofsky has not yet been resolved, Finn has assured me that he has been talked to and probably does not pose a major threat to Kurt’s safety anymore. However, we cannot take any chances, especially with Kurt in his current state…”
“H-hang on, Rachel,” Mr. Schuester stops her and she closes her mouth, turning to him questioningly. “What…exactly…is up with Kurt? You make it sound like he’s ill or something.”
“Not ill, Mr. Schue,” Puck shrugs. “He’s just a vamp.”
“A…a what?”
“A vampire,” Santana rolls her eyes. “Honestly, get with the program.”
“Yeah, apparently Dalton’s, like, super-haunted and stuff,” Brittany adds. “And he got bitten like a little over a month ago because he totally didn’t know there was a vampire there.”
“And you all know about this?” Mr. Schue gestures to the room at large and they all nod in agreement.
“We still talk to him all the time,” Tina shrugs. “It’d be weirder if we didn’t; he lives with Finn.”
“And the only way to break the curse is for Kurt’s first love to fall in love with him in return,” Quinn adds quietly, causing Mr. Schue to look perplexed for a moment.
“His first love. Which would be…”
“We don’t need to go into that,” Finn puts in quickly, and Sam gives him a knowing smirk.
“I think you just answered his question, man.”
“Crap,” Finn sighs. “Yeah. Anyway. So if Kurt and I seem, like, extra close or something? That’s why. I’m trying, because I really want him to be…normal again, but it’s hard.”
“Okay, I’m not going to think too hard about that one,” Mr. Schue purses his lips and nods. “What about these hunters?”
“Dalton’s got, like, people that have gone there for generations just to hunt the vampires and make tons of money off of killing them. One of them’s been following Kurt around and we think that he knows about Kurt being a vampire, so it’s not safe for him anymore,” Mercedes explains.
“Plus, Kurt’s getting…he needs blood more often, now, and last Friday he needed it when he was at Dalton. That’s why I left class in a rush, Mr. Schue,” he tells their teacher, who nods. “When I got there he was pretty much dead, so if it happens again, I just…I need to keep him close. Blaine’s doing all he can but his blood won’t help Kurt any.”
“Okay, so Kurt’s a vampire, you need to fall in love with him, and he needs your blood to survive?” Mr. Schue still looks as if he thinks this is all a really elaborate joke, but since everybody else is deadly serious Finn figures he has to believe them.
“Pretty much, yeah. Oh, and if anybody’s in class with him and his eyes start, like, turning red? Call me. It’s not good,” he adds.
“Wait a minute, so…is he dangerous?” Mr. Schuester asks cautiously, and Finn pretty much expects the outcry that follows that question. “I mean, for the safety of the students!”
“He…maybe?” Finn shrugs. “So far he hasn’t tried to kill anybody when he gets that way. He’s…ah…tried to…y’know?”
“No, we don’t,” Santana informs him with a tired sigh.
“Okay, so he like jumped at me and kissed me, and Blaine said he did the same thing to him,” Finn’s totally embarrassed by now and Quinn rubs his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him.
“Great. So, we’ve got a horny vampire wandering around,” Santana crosses her arms.
“It’s not a big deal,” Brittany shrugs. “I mean, Kurt’s an awesome kisser, so there’s no problem.”
“Okay, enough about this,” Mr. Schuester hold a hand up. “I’m really happy he’s coming back, but let’s just make sure to watch out for him, okay?”
“Okay,” everybody agrees, and Rachel, who still hasn’t sat down, clasps her hands and nods excitedly.
“Excellent. Now, I was thinking about a duet that Kurt and I can do as we all know he’s the only one who can keep up with me vocally, and I…”
Finn tunes her out because this is the same speech she’s made twenty times before, and starts thinking about Monday. Yeah, it’ll be weird to have Kurt back, but more than anything it’ll be pretty awesome.
000
“So, you’re okay for blood?”
“Yeah,” Kurt’s sitting in his lap, arms draped around Finn’s neck, and if anybody thinks it’s weird they don’t mention anything. They’re all back at Rachel’s for their weekly get-together, watching movies, and Finn’s taking up an armchair.
Well, kind of. Blaine’s sitting on the rather wide arm, his hand resting near Kurt’s elbow, and Finn’s okay with that. He knows Blaine wants to keep Kurt as close as possible, and he understands why.
“It’s been a week…”
“I’m okay, Finn,” Kurt promises. “Blaine, tell him I’m okay.”
“He hasn’t had any symptoms in the last few days,” Blaine agrees, absently flattening down a piece of Kurt’s hair that’s slightly sticking up. “And believe me, I’d know if he had any; I’m usually the first one he snapped at.”
“Sorry, babe,” Kurt gives him a rueful smile.
“It’s okay. I don’t take it personally.”
“Shh. Movie!” Rachel hisses from across the room and Kurt sighs and settles himself so his back is pressed to Finn’s chest, the taller boy’s arms draped loosely around his waist. Finn doesn’t pay attention to the movie (it’s some old musical), and Kurt smells really good tonight (he was gushing about some new Marc Jacobs cologne or something), kinda peppery and musky and Finn starts kissing the back of his neck, smiling when Kurt lets out a tiny laugh and presses closer.
“You smell good.”
“You complained about me spending that much money on cologne,” Kurt whispers back as Finn continues to nuzzle and lick at him, lips against the pale skin of his throat as Kurt tips his head onto Finn’s shoulder. “Stop, Finn…”
“Why?” Finn says against his skin.
“Because I’m…this isn’t the time for…” Kurt can’t seem to finish a sentence and Finn has to smile at that. “Blaine,” he whines, and Blaine shoves at Finn’s shoulder and finally gets his attention.
“Save it for the bedroom, lads,” Blaine tells them with a smile, and Finn snorts derisively before sitting back a little.
“Movie!” Rachel repeats, obviously annoyed, and Kurt throws her a thumbs-up as she nods and turns back to the television.
Finn still doesn’t watch, but with Kurt in his lap he doesn’t really care that he’s bored. And when Blaine starts up a whispered conversation about college football he checks to make sure Kurt’s engrossed in the movie before replying.
He won’t be able to tell anybody what the movie’s about, but that’s not really important in the long run.
000
Kurt makes it until Sunday night when he doesn’t eat dinner and tells his dad he feels sick, Finn coming downstairs and finding him sitting frozen in bed with his eyes changing color rapidly.
“Crap. Mom!” he’s up the stairs in an instant, digging through the cupboard for a glass and grabbing the knife before she makes it to the kitchen.
“Finn, honey…what…” she gestures to the knife and he shakes his head.
“Kurt needs blood. I just…I can do it myself but I really hate it. Do you think…”
“Okay,” she takes a deep breath before taking the knife from him. “Are you sure?”
“Mom, I’ve done this before. It’s okay,” he promises, holding out his arm, and he doesn’t look until she’s done and has wrapped his arm. He grabs the glass and heads for the stairs, shaking off the now-familiar flash of dizziness that always came right after losing blood.
“Excuse me! Sorry!” he flies past Burt and down the stairs, hearing the older man ask, “Carole, mind explaining to me why Finn’s tearing around with a glass of blood?” before he’s in Kurt’s bedroom.
He can hear Burt tromping down behind him and wills him to stay away but, of course, that fails spectacularly and so Burt is treated to the sight of his son, red-eyed and snarling, and Finn can hear him take a sharp breath before he clamps an arm around Kurt’s chest and raises the glass to his lips.
Luckily, he’s caught it early this time, and only a few seconds later Kurt goes limp in his hold and blinks his eyes open, looking around curiously.
“I did it again, didn’t I?” he asks wearily.
“Nah, dude, we caught it in time,” Finn shifts him slightly but Kurt clings to his shoulders, unwilling to let go. “Your dad’s…”
“Don’t care,” Kurt’s arms are around him and he’s pressing his cold little nose against Finn’s neck. “I need you right now.”
“Okay,” Finn looks up at Burt, who’s staring at them with some expression that Finn can’t name on his face. “Do you think you could give us a few minutes? He’s okay, he’s just a little worn out.”
“Sure. Kurt, you sure you’re fine, kiddo?”
“ ‘M fine, Dad,” Kurt says, not looking up, and Burt comes closer to lay a hand on Kurt’s head for a moment.
“I’ll take that,” Burt holds out his hand for the glass and Finn passes it over. “And I take back what I said before, Finn; you’re a good kid and I’m glad Kurt has you. Anybody who would do what you just did for another person? I can’t complain about that.”
“Thanks, Burt,” Finn smiles gratefully at the older man as he heads back upstairs and then turns his attention back to Kurt, who’s still gripping him tight enough to bruise. “Hey, calm down. It’s fine.”
“Hold me,” Kurt replies, his voice breaking, and Finn lays them down and does so until Kurt sighs and looks up, composed once more. “Sorry about that, Finn.”
“It’s fine, man,” Finn promises. “And I’d kiss you but you just drank blood, so…”
“Right. I need to talk to my dad anyway,” Kurt gives his hand a squeeze before heading into the washroom, and Finn watches him go before looking up and staring at the ceiling. He thinks that it’s a good thing that Burt approves of him fully, now, but sometimes he still regrets that he’d done anything to give the other man doubts in the first place.
He’s totally going to think about it some more but Kurt comes back and kisses him, tasting of nothing but minty mouthwash, and he decides that he’ll figure everything out later.
Right now he’s got Kurt, and right now that’s all he needs.
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Notes:
1. Why does inspiration always hit at 2:30 in the morning??? Anyway, the next chapter is well under way so I feel okay about posting this one :)
2. Funny story about the cologne I decided to give Kurt. It’s called ‘Bang’, and my mother was looking for a Christmas gift for my dad and loved it so much she took samples home to use herself (it’s got, like, three kinds of peppercorn scents or something in it xP). She still goes into the stores and gets samples of it to use.
3. Once again, thank you all so much for the incredible support on this fic!