Glee-Fic: Caligo Nox Noctis, Chapter Twenty-Five (Finn/Kurt)
Title: Caligo Nox Noctis
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: R overall
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt overall; some minor Blaine/Kurt
Chapter: 25/?
Word Count: 3237
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 Twenty-Five
“I’m proud of you,” Kurt tells him once they’ve gone for coffee, Kurt with his customary mocha and Finn with something that he’s sure Kurt would condemn for being too sweet and too giant and having too many calories (it’s delicious, okay? And besides, he’s got a fast meta…met…whatever, so he doesn’t really gain weight from it anyway).
“For what?” he finally asks after slurping on his drink for a while.
“For offering Blaine your room. I thought you’d still be wary about us being close to each other but now we’ll be in the same house,” Kurt shrugs, hands wrapped around his cup, and Finn chokes a little because dude, he was totally just being nice, but… “Hey, don’t freak out on me,” Kurt reaches across the table to take his hand. “Finn, sweetie, you know I love you. I’ll never stop loving you. Blaine’s great but I’ve told you why we’ll never work, and you and I…” he shrugs. “We’ve been over this.”
“I know,” Finn admits. “And I’m pretty sure I believe you, at least by now,” he adds with a smile, placing his free hand on top of their joined ones and Kurt has a bit of a blush on his cheeks by this point because yes, they’re in public, but Finn’s finding that he doesn’t care that much.
At least, he doesn’t until he finds a middle-aged woman staring at them from across the coffee shop, and while most people seem to react like the one at the hospital, this woman is actually smiling at them and it makes him feel good, in a way.
“Anyway, it’s cool, really. I’m sure your dad will go for it,” Finn shrugs.
“I know he will,” Kurt’s smiling widely at Finn, which is still kinda creepy even though it’s good to see him smiling, but Finn’s surprised to note that he’s basically gotten used to seeing the other boy with those fangs sticking out of his mouth. “But I was thinking…about setting Blaine up with somebody…”
“Yeah?” Finn narrows his eyes, really not sure where Kurt is going with this one.
“Sam.”
Finn nearly spits out his next sip of coffee because wow, not expecting that one. “K-Kurt, I know you kinda had a thing for him at one point, but he’s straight…”
“Sweetie, no,” Kurt shakes his head. “I’ve asked him about Blaine and he swears it’s all platonic but I have a feeling Sam’s not as straight as he pretends to be,” he smiles to himself.
“Um. Okay,” Finn thinks about everything he knows about Sam and realizes that Kurt does have a point; Sam’s more obsessed with his own body than most of the girls he knows, he got really defensive when Finn told him he shouldn’t sing with Kurt, and the dude loves Justin Bieber. That’s, like, totally not a straight-boy thing to do. “Right. So, I guess he could be, like, bisexual or something. I mean I think he really liked Quinn…”
“I really like Quinn,” Kurt points out. “You don’t have to believe me, but do you think they’d be good for each other?”
“I…yeah,” Finn admits with a nod. “Yeah, I mean, we’re good together, right? And Blaine’s kinda like you…not quite as fashionable, but Sam seems to care more about it than I do so that balances out. And Blaine’s really smart like you are and Sam’s…well, he’s not stupid, but he’s not as smart as you or anything. So yeah, I think they’d work,” he realizes, even though he really hasn’t thought about it before. “But…why are you…”
“Because I feel bad,” Kurt shrugs. “Blaine and I were such a sure thing and then I dump him and fall back in love with you like it’s nothing. I know he’s a little down about that even if he’ll never say anything, and let’s face it, he deserves a little happiness after everything he’s done for me since this started.”
“Yeah. I mean…go for it, if you want to. I think they’d be good,” he nods.
“Great. I’ll see if I can convince Sam to come with me tomorrow or the next day when I visit and we’ll go from there,” Kurt has this gleam in his eyes that he usually only gets when thinking about makeovers, and Finn figures that apparently setting people up excites him in the same way.
Kurt’s also really, really hot when he’s passionate about something, and it’s not good to think about that in the middle of a coffee shop so he shifts a tad uncomfortably and removes his hand from Kurt’s so he can concentrate on his drink again.
“So do you have anything else to get or can we head back to Lima?” Kurt asks after a few moments, wiggling his cup to indicate that it’s empty, and Finn quickly slurps up the last of his drink before realizing that this was an incredibly bad idea and groans, laying his head on the table. “Cold headache?”
“Shuddup.”
“Poor baby,” Kurt clicks his tongue and pats his head, long fingers rubbing against Finn’s skull as he sighs happily. “Better?”
“Mm, yeah. They never last long,” Finn sits up straighter and smiles across the table. “Should we head out?”
“I just need to run to the washroom,” Kurt stands up and strides across the shop, Finn watching him go in those incredibly tight pants, before he realizes that the woman he’d spotted before is actually heading toward them and crap, what does he say?
“Excuse me, young man.”
“Um…hi?” he glances up at her. She’s about the same age as his mom and looks really nice, but…
“I just wanted to let you know that you and your boyfriend make a lovely couple,” she smiles, and she sure sounds like she’s telling the truth and not, like, being sarcastic or anything, but Finn’s still a little wary.
“Thank you,” he finally says, continuing to stare at her, and she seems to realize that this is a bit of a weird exchange and laughs shortly.
“Sorry! I know it’s none of my business, but my son recently came out to me and he’s afraid to tell his friends or the boy he likes because of how they would react. It just…gives me hope for him to see two boys like yourselves out on a normal date and thinking nothing of it,” she explains and he thinks he gets it and gives her a genuine smile. Better that she thinks they’re only boyfriends and not stepbrothers, he figures, because that would probably creep her out even though it’s really not all that creepy.
“That’s cool. I mean, that you came up and told me. We get a lot of weird looks,” and weird noises, judging by that woman at the hospital that had seen them…well, granted, Kurt’s an awesome kisser and they were getting pretty heated, but still. “But our friends have been totally awesome about everything, so if your son’s friends really care about him they’ll be like that, too,” he adds, trying to think of what Kurt might say, and he feels pretty good about it when the woman keeps smiling at him.
“Well, I’m sure he’ll be happy when I tell him about this,” she turns to go as Kurt heads back to the table, all smoky eyes and safety-pinned pants and yeah, Finn thinks, he’s not exactly saying ‘I’m subtle; please ignore me’, is he?
When he looks again the woman is gone, but Kurt’s looking at him suspiciously. “What was that about?”
“Um, her kid is gay but he doesn’t want to tell anybody else. She just wanted to tell me that seeing guys like us gives her hope or something,” Finn shrugs.
“That’s sweet,” Kurt decides after a few moments, a kind of wistful smile on his face. “I hope you were cordial and polite when speaking to her?”
“I…told her that if her kid’s friends really cared about him they’d be cool with it,” he shrugs. “Was that okay?”
“That was fine,” Kurt assures him, letting a hand rest on his shoulder. “Well, shall we be off?”
“Yeah,” Finn stands up and grabs his coat, sliding his arm around Kurt’s shoulders as they make their way out of the coffee shop. Kurt’s giving him that rather worshipful look again and Finn figures it’s just because he’s happy that Finn’s okay with what they have even in public.
He’s almost surprised to note that, this time, he actually is.
000
Their plan to bring Blaine and Sam together is to take Sam along to help move Blaine to the Hummel/Hudson household the next Friday; the doctors figure that keeping Blaine a week for observation is sufficient although it will probably be two or three more weeks before leaving the bed for long periods of time or returning to school is a good idea.
By Thursday night the plans are set and they’re waiting for the parents to get home so they can have dinner (well, they’re waiting for Finn’s mom to get home; Kurt’s dad has to work late at the garage on something so he won’t be back until later), watching television as usual, when Kurt growls and Finn realizes that it’s been a week and all things considered that’s pretty good.
They catch it early enough that Kurt’s still mostly himself when he sinks his fangs into Finn’s neck, and Finn gasps and clutches at him because it’s not like Kurt’s doing anything to turn him on, not really, but he swears he can feel the life flowing between them, the life that he’s giving Kurt, and that’s totally hot and intimate and he wonders if being inside of Kurt will give them this same connection because he thinks he’d miss it otherwise.
And he just totally thought about gay sex in a not-entirely-negative light and…he groans softly as Kurt’s nails dig into his sides through his shirt, the tiny pinpricks of pain grounding him to reality even as he feels Kurt’s blood-slick fangs pull out slightly and senses blood running down his neck because Kurt isn’t healing him and why isn’t he healing him???
“Boys?”
“Mom?” Finn croaks, his eyes widening, and Kurt finally seems to realize what’s going on as he quickly licks over the bite and laps up the blood that’s started to run down Finn’s neck, rough little tongue laving over the skin and Finn resists the urge to moan at the action.
“Is this the new plan, then?” she looks a little repulsed and Finn can’t really blame her because, yeah. This should be like the least sexy thing in the world except it totally isn’t.
“Um, we’ve figured out that Kurt has healing saliva so he can take the blood he needs and then heal the bite mark…so I don’t need to slash my arms open anymore or waste glasses. That’s good, right?”
“It is,” his mother looks relieved. “And I’m sure it’s easier for you boys, but you have to admit…”
“It looked weird,” Kurt’s voice is grating and hoarse and he tries to not look at Finn’s mom as he answers. “I’m sorry, Carole, but I’m probably the epitome of a monster right now and I need to go rinse out my mouth.” Kurt gets up and rushes for the washroom as Finn flops over, laying his head on the armrest of the couch and closing his eyes.
“Are you okay, honey?”
“Fine, Mom,” he promises, giving her a smile. “Really. I think Kurt just took a little more than usual because he was shocked to see you, but I’m fine. Just need to rest for a bit.”
“If you’re sure,” she strokes his hair and he sighs. “I’ll start dinner then, okay?”
“Yeah,” Finn mumbles, burying himself into the couch a little more, and he’s not totally sure if it’s because he really is that tired or he just doesn’t want to have this conversation with his mom. Especially because he was kinda turned on at the end and that’s a little embarrassing in itself.
“Okay,” she sighs and he can hear her moving away. “Feeling any better, Kurt?”
“More human, Carole. Thanks,” Kurt sounds just as tired as he feels. “I figure it’s better if you don’t see me running around with blood dripping from my fangs.”
“As much as I hate to say it, there’s probably not much that’s going to surprise me anymore,” she laughs and Finn can hear Kurt reply in a low voice before he can feel the floor shaking slightly as somebody heads for the couch. He scoots back as far as he can and feels Kurt fold himself onto the sofa so he’s pressed against Finn back-to-chest, and Finn throws an arm over his waist comfortably and sighs against his neck.
“Is Mom watching?”
“No, she’s in the kitchen,” Kurt replies, twisting his head so he can look at Finn, and Finn can still smell a slight tang of coppery blood on his breath but it’s not bad. “I’m sorry. I got distracted, and I should have…”
“It’s fine. I just need to lay here for a bit,” Finn assures him, pleased when Kurt flips over and tucks his head beneath Finn’s chin, arms wrapped tight around him. “So you really think Sam’s gonna go for this?”
“He likes Blaine. I know he likes Blaine. And Blaine…I think he just needs somebody who’s going to be there for him, and I know Sam’s incredibly loyal and rather romantic and I think they’ll get along well.”
“Yeah. You’ve got a point; I mean, he gave Quinn a promise ring before they were actually even dating, right?” Finn snorts and presses his lips to Kurt’s forehead briefly.
“Okay, a tad too romantic,” Kurt reflects, a rather wry smile on his face. “But we’ll never know until we try.”
“True enough,” Finn agrees, shifting them so they can kiss properly as Kurt slides a hand up to grip his hair, angling his head slightly to deepen the kiss. He can hear his mother come back into the living room but this is too good to break off right now so he keeps on kissing Kurt for a few more seconds.
His mom clears her throat and they both turn to look at her, although Finn’s almost surprised to note that she’s smiling and not looking apprehensive for once. “Fifteen minutes, boys.”
“Cool. Thanks, Mom,” Finn nods and Kurt half-turns so he can smile at her before she goes back into the kitchen. “I think she’s getting better. About us being a…thing,” he shrugs.
“Yeah,” Kurt agrees vaguely, obviously thinking about something-or-other again, and Finn sighs and pulls Kurt’s head back under his chin as Kurt squeaks in protest. “Gentle, you oaf! I’m not a stuffed animal!”
“No, you’re way too cold,” Finn replies. “If people normally cuddle up with blocks of ice, then maybe, but somehow I don’t think it’s all that common.”
“Good thing you’re warm enough for the both of us,” Kurt mumbles, and at least his breath is hot and damp against Finn’s neck. “But, let’s get up. Supper.”
“Right,” Finn nuzzles his nose into Kurt’s hair before letting him go and watching him make his way to the kitchen, smiling a little before getting himself off of the couch and slouching after his boyfriend.
000
“So, what’re we grabbing?” Sam asks, glancing around the homey dorm room and running his finger along the antique desk in the corner.
“Not an awful lot,” Kurt admits. “Blaine doesn’t have many clothes here because he’s normally in his uniform, and he won’t be needing most of these textbooks at McKinley. So I guess it’s just personal items…whatever’s in his bathroom…but do me a favour and throw out whatever he uses to gel his hair into oblivion, okay? He needs to learn to keep it natural,” he sighs and juts one hip out, resting his hand on it and surveying the room carefully.
“So does he need to take a trip home to grab clothes or whatever?” Finn pops up from behind the bed and Kurt’s not even going to ask what he’s doing there, but when Finn grins and hauls out a box full of about a year’s worth of Sports Illustrated magazines Kurt can’t help but roll his eyes. “So Blaine doesn’t keep porn, eh? Just sports magazines.”
“Knowing most of the boys at this school that would probably be bad enough. After all, there’s a reason Dalton Academy doesn’t have a football team,” Kurt notes before grabbing a couple of coats out of Blaine’s closet. “And his father’s apparently bringing everything to the hospital so we can grab it from there. The less we have to move Blaine around at this point, the better.”
“True,” Sam hefts a box full of whatever he could grab from the bathroom and they make their way back out to the Navigator, driving to the hospital and entering Blaine’s room to find the other boy with boxes and garment bags surrounding his bed.
“Sorry. My dad went a little overboard when I said I was staying for a couple of months,” he laughs softly, one hand still wrapped around his ribs, and Kurt sighs and scolds him gently about over-exerting himself while Blaine waves him off. “Babe, were you like this when your father got home from the hospital?”
“Exactly,” Finn supplies, clearing his throat. “Almost exactly.”
“Oh, I’m in for a fun time,” Blaine sighs heavily and Kurt spares him a glare before turning to Sam and Finn.
“Well, since we have such strapping young boys here, I think they can be put in charge of moving everything to the SUV. I’ll find a wheelchair for you and we can be on our way,” he tells Blaine, who nods in agreement and he can hear Finn and Sam groaning while he snags a wheelchair and brings it back, stepping out of the way to let the other two boys come out of the room with an armful of boxes and clothes each.
“Kurt?” Blaine raises an eyebrow as he enters the room, looking at him suspiciously, and Kurt tries his best to look innocent.
Well, as innocent as a vampire can look. “Yes?”
“Tell me the truth: why’s Sam here?”
And Kurt decides in that moment that he really doesn’t understand Blaine. He himself can flirt in a way that even Finn can pick up on but with Blaine after several months of the same it was “I’m gonna go ask some guy at the Gap to be my Valentine,” and now Kurt’s just barely started trying to bring Blaine and Sam together and Blaine already knows something is up.
“Um…I really didn’t know how much you’d have to move so I thought having more help would be good,” he smiles and Blaine gives him a resigned sigh.
“Kurt, I may be still hopped up on painkillers, but are you trying to set us up?”
“What? Of course not!” Kurt tries to look as offended as he can at that one. “He’s the only one I could think of that would willingly do it on short notice.”
“…Alright, then,” Blaine lets Kurt help him into the wheelchair, and he still looks suspicious, but Kurt’s not going to let this one go that easily.
He still has far too many plans to implement.
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1. I’m finished with my internship, and while I’m rather exhausted it was a great experience and I’m so happy I got the chance to do it :D That being said, I now have a gazillion school projects to complete so I’ll have to fight to get writing time again.
2. Also, I think part of why I can see Blam working is influenced by how chummy Darren and Chord were at the Golden Globes, and then there’s this .gif from the same event:
3. That’s it, I think! Hope everybody enjoyed :)
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: R overall
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt overall; some minor Blaine/Kurt
Chapter: 25/?
Word Count: 3237
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 Twenty-Five
“I’m proud of you,” Kurt tells him once they’ve gone for coffee, Kurt with his customary mocha and Finn with something that he’s sure Kurt would condemn for being too sweet and too giant and having too many calories (it’s delicious, okay? And besides, he’s got a fast meta…met…whatever, so he doesn’t really gain weight from it anyway).
“For what?” he finally asks after slurping on his drink for a while.
“For offering Blaine your room. I thought you’d still be wary about us being close to each other but now we’ll be in the same house,” Kurt shrugs, hands wrapped around his cup, and Finn chokes a little because dude, he was totally just being nice, but… “Hey, don’t freak out on me,” Kurt reaches across the table to take his hand. “Finn, sweetie, you know I love you. I’ll never stop loving you. Blaine’s great but I’ve told you why we’ll never work, and you and I…” he shrugs. “We’ve been over this.”
“I know,” Finn admits. “And I’m pretty sure I believe you, at least by now,” he adds with a smile, placing his free hand on top of their joined ones and Kurt has a bit of a blush on his cheeks by this point because yes, they’re in public, but Finn’s finding that he doesn’t care that much.
At least, he doesn’t until he finds a middle-aged woman staring at them from across the coffee shop, and while most people seem to react like the one at the hospital, this woman is actually smiling at them and it makes him feel good, in a way.
“Anyway, it’s cool, really. I’m sure your dad will go for it,” Finn shrugs.
“I know he will,” Kurt’s smiling widely at Finn, which is still kinda creepy even though it’s good to see him smiling, but Finn’s surprised to note that he’s basically gotten used to seeing the other boy with those fangs sticking out of his mouth. “But I was thinking…about setting Blaine up with somebody…”
“Yeah?” Finn narrows his eyes, really not sure where Kurt is going with this one.
“Sam.”
Finn nearly spits out his next sip of coffee because wow, not expecting that one. “K-Kurt, I know you kinda had a thing for him at one point, but he’s straight…”
“Sweetie, no,” Kurt shakes his head. “I’ve asked him about Blaine and he swears it’s all platonic but I have a feeling Sam’s not as straight as he pretends to be,” he smiles to himself.
“Um. Okay,” Finn thinks about everything he knows about Sam and realizes that Kurt does have a point; Sam’s more obsessed with his own body than most of the girls he knows, he got really defensive when Finn told him he shouldn’t sing with Kurt, and the dude loves Justin Bieber. That’s, like, totally not a straight-boy thing to do. “Right. So, I guess he could be, like, bisexual or something. I mean I think he really liked Quinn…”
“I really like Quinn,” Kurt points out. “You don’t have to believe me, but do you think they’d be good for each other?”
“I…yeah,” Finn admits with a nod. “Yeah, I mean, we’re good together, right? And Blaine’s kinda like you…not quite as fashionable, but Sam seems to care more about it than I do so that balances out. And Blaine’s really smart like you are and Sam’s…well, he’s not stupid, but he’s not as smart as you or anything. So yeah, I think they’d work,” he realizes, even though he really hasn’t thought about it before. “But…why are you…”
“Because I feel bad,” Kurt shrugs. “Blaine and I were such a sure thing and then I dump him and fall back in love with you like it’s nothing. I know he’s a little down about that even if he’ll never say anything, and let’s face it, he deserves a little happiness after everything he’s done for me since this started.”
“Yeah. I mean…go for it, if you want to. I think they’d be good,” he nods.
“Great. I’ll see if I can convince Sam to come with me tomorrow or the next day when I visit and we’ll go from there,” Kurt has this gleam in his eyes that he usually only gets when thinking about makeovers, and Finn figures that apparently setting people up excites him in the same way.
Kurt’s also really, really hot when he’s passionate about something, and it’s not good to think about that in the middle of a coffee shop so he shifts a tad uncomfortably and removes his hand from Kurt’s so he can concentrate on his drink again.
“So do you have anything else to get or can we head back to Lima?” Kurt asks after a few moments, wiggling his cup to indicate that it’s empty, and Finn quickly slurps up the last of his drink before realizing that this was an incredibly bad idea and groans, laying his head on the table. “Cold headache?”
“Shuddup.”
“Poor baby,” Kurt clicks his tongue and pats his head, long fingers rubbing against Finn’s skull as he sighs happily. “Better?”
“Mm, yeah. They never last long,” Finn sits up straighter and smiles across the table. “Should we head out?”
“I just need to run to the washroom,” Kurt stands up and strides across the shop, Finn watching him go in those incredibly tight pants, before he realizes that the woman he’d spotted before is actually heading toward them and crap, what does he say?
“Excuse me, young man.”
“Um…hi?” he glances up at her. She’s about the same age as his mom and looks really nice, but…
“I just wanted to let you know that you and your boyfriend make a lovely couple,” she smiles, and she sure sounds like she’s telling the truth and not, like, being sarcastic or anything, but Finn’s still a little wary.
“Thank you,” he finally says, continuing to stare at her, and she seems to realize that this is a bit of a weird exchange and laughs shortly.
“Sorry! I know it’s none of my business, but my son recently came out to me and he’s afraid to tell his friends or the boy he likes because of how they would react. It just…gives me hope for him to see two boys like yourselves out on a normal date and thinking nothing of it,” she explains and he thinks he gets it and gives her a genuine smile. Better that she thinks they’re only boyfriends and not stepbrothers, he figures, because that would probably creep her out even though it’s really not all that creepy.
“That’s cool. I mean, that you came up and told me. We get a lot of weird looks,” and weird noises, judging by that woman at the hospital that had seen them…well, granted, Kurt’s an awesome kisser and they were getting pretty heated, but still. “But our friends have been totally awesome about everything, so if your son’s friends really care about him they’ll be like that, too,” he adds, trying to think of what Kurt might say, and he feels pretty good about it when the woman keeps smiling at him.
“Well, I’m sure he’ll be happy when I tell him about this,” she turns to go as Kurt heads back to the table, all smoky eyes and safety-pinned pants and yeah, Finn thinks, he’s not exactly saying ‘I’m subtle; please ignore me’, is he?
When he looks again the woman is gone, but Kurt’s looking at him suspiciously. “What was that about?”
“Um, her kid is gay but he doesn’t want to tell anybody else. She just wanted to tell me that seeing guys like us gives her hope or something,” Finn shrugs.
“That’s sweet,” Kurt decides after a few moments, a kind of wistful smile on his face. “I hope you were cordial and polite when speaking to her?”
“I…told her that if her kid’s friends really cared about him they’d be cool with it,” he shrugs. “Was that okay?”
“That was fine,” Kurt assures him, letting a hand rest on his shoulder. “Well, shall we be off?”
“Yeah,” Finn stands up and grabs his coat, sliding his arm around Kurt’s shoulders as they make their way out of the coffee shop. Kurt’s giving him that rather worshipful look again and Finn figures it’s just because he’s happy that Finn’s okay with what they have even in public.
He’s almost surprised to note that, this time, he actually is.
000
Their plan to bring Blaine and Sam together is to take Sam along to help move Blaine to the Hummel/Hudson household the next Friday; the doctors figure that keeping Blaine a week for observation is sufficient although it will probably be two or three more weeks before leaving the bed for long periods of time or returning to school is a good idea.
By Thursday night the plans are set and they’re waiting for the parents to get home so they can have dinner (well, they’re waiting for Finn’s mom to get home; Kurt’s dad has to work late at the garage on something so he won’t be back until later), watching television as usual, when Kurt growls and Finn realizes that it’s been a week and all things considered that’s pretty good.
They catch it early enough that Kurt’s still mostly himself when he sinks his fangs into Finn’s neck, and Finn gasps and clutches at him because it’s not like Kurt’s doing anything to turn him on, not really, but he swears he can feel the life flowing between them, the life that he’s giving Kurt, and that’s totally hot and intimate and he wonders if being inside of Kurt will give them this same connection because he thinks he’d miss it otherwise.
And he just totally thought about gay sex in a not-entirely-negative light and…he groans softly as Kurt’s nails dig into his sides through his shirt, the tiny pinpricks of pain grounding him to reality even as he feels Kurt’s blood-slick fangs pull out slightly and senses blood running down his neck because Kurt isn’t healing him and why isn’t he healing him???
“Boys?”
“Mom?” Finn croaks, his eyes widening, and Kurt finally seems to realize what’s going on as he quickly licks over the bite and laps up the blood that’s started to run down Finn’s neck, rough little tongue laving over the skin and Finn resists the urge to moan at the action.
“Is this the new plan, then?” she looks a little repulsed and Finn can’t really blame her because, yeah. This should be like the least sexy thing in the world except it totally isn’t.
“Um, we’ve figured out that Kurt has healing saliva so he can take the blood he needs and then heal the bite mark…so I don’t need to slash my arms open anymore or waste glasses. That’s good, right?”
“It is,” his mother looks relieved. “And I’m sure it’s easier for you boys, but you have to admit…”
“It looked weird,” Kurt’s voice is grating and hoarse and he tries to not look at Finn’s mom as he answers. “I’m sorry, Carole, but I’m probably the epitome of a monster right now and I need to go rinse out my mouth.” Kurt gets up and rushes for the washroom as Finn flops over, laying his head on the armrest of the couch and closing his eyes.
“Are you okay, honey?”
“Fine, Mom,” he promises, giving her a smile. “Really. I think Kurt just took a little more than usual because he was shocked to see you, but I’m fine. Just need to rest for a bit.”
“If you’re sure,” she strokes his hair and he sighs. “I’ll start dinner then, okay?”
“Yeah,” Finn mumbles, burying himself into the couch a little more, and he’s not totally sure if it’s because he really is that tired or he just doesn’t want to have this conversation with his mom. Especially because he was kinda turned on at the end and that’s a little embarrassing in itself.
“Okay,” she sighs and he can hear her moving away. “Feeling any better, Kurt?”
“More human, Carole. Thanks,” Kurt sounds just as tired as he feels. “I figure it’s better if you don’t see me running around with blood dripping from my fangs.”
“As much as I hate to say it, there’s probably not much that’s going to surprise me anymore,” she laughs and Finn can hear Kurt reply in a low voice before he can feel the floor shaking slightly as somebody heads for the couch. He scoots back as far as he can and feels Kurt fold himself onto the sofa so he’s pressed against Finn back-to-chest, and Finn throws an arm over his waist comfortably and sighs against his neck.
“Is Mom watching?”
“No, she’s in the kitchen,” Kurt replies, twisting his head so he can look at Finn, and Finn can still smell a slight tang of coppery blood on his breath but it’s not bad. “I’m sorry. I got distracted, and I should have…”
“It’s fine. I just need to lay here for a bit,” Finn assures him, pleased when Kurt flips over and tucks his head beneath Finn’s chin, arms wrapped tight around him. “So you really think Sam’s gonna go for this?”
“He likes Blaine. I know he likes Blaine. And Blaine…I think he just needs somebody who’s going to be there for him, and I know Sam’s incredibly loyal and rather romantic and I think they’ll get along well.”
“Yeah. You’ve got a point; I mean, he gave Quinn a promise ring before they were actually even dating, right?” Finn snorts and presses his lips to Kurt’s forehead briefly.
“Okay, a tad too romantic,” Kurt reflects, a rather wry smile on his face. “But we’ll never know until we try.”
“True enough,” Finn agrees, shifting them so they can kiss properly as Kurt slides a hand up to grip his hair, angling his head slightly to deepen the kiss. He can hear his mother come back into the living room but this is too good to break off right now so he keeps on kissing Kurt for a few more seconds.
His mom clears her throat and they both turn to look at her, although Finn’s almost surprised to note that she’s smiling and not looking apprehensive for once. “Fifteen minutes, boys.”
“Cool. Thanks, Mom,” Finn nods and Kurt half-turns so he can smile at her before she goes back into the kitchen. “I think she’s getting better. About us being a…thing,” he shrugs.
“Yeah,” Kurt agrees vaguely, obviously thinking about something-or-other again, and Finn sighs and pulls Kurt’s head back under his chin as Kurt squeaks in protest. “Gentle, you oaf! I’m not a stuffed animal!”
“No, you’re way too cold,” Finn replies. “If people normally cuddle up with blocks of ice, then maybe, but somehow I don’t think it’s all that common.”
“Good thing you’re warm enough for the both of us,” Kurt mumbles, and at least his breath is hot and damp against Finn’s neck. “But, let’s get up. Supper.”
“Right,” Finn nuzzles his nose into Kurt’s hair before letting him go and watching him make his way to the kitchen, smiling a little before getting himself off of the couch and slouching after his boyfriend.
000
“So, what’re we grabbing?” Sam asks, glancing around the homey dorm room and running his finger along the antique desk in the corner.
“Not an awful lot,” Kurt admits. “Blaine doesn’t have many clothes here because he’s normally in his uniform, and he won’t be needing most of these textbooks at McKinley. So I guess it’s just personal items…whatever’s in his bathroom…but do me a favour and throw out whatever he uses to gel his hair into oblivion, okay? He needs to learn to keep it natural,” he sighs and juts one hip out, resting his hand on it and surveying the room carefully.
“So does he need to take a trip home to grab clothes or whatever?” Finn pops up from behind the bed and Kurt’s not even going to ask what he’s doing there, but when Finn grins and hauls out a box full of about a year’s worth of Sports Illustrated magazines Kurt can’t help but roll his eyes. “So Blaine doesn’t keep porn, eh? Just sports magazines.”
“Knowing most of the boys at this school that would probably be bad enough. After all, there’s a reason Dalton Academy doesn’t have a football team,” Kurt notes before grabbing a couple of coats out of Blaine’s closet. “And his father’s apparently bringing everything to the hospital so we can grab it from there. The less we have to move Blaine around at this point, the better.”
“True,” Sam hefts a box full of whatever he could grab from the bathroom and they make their way back out to the Navigator, driving to the hospital and entering Blaine’s room to find the other boy with boxes and garment bags surrounding his bed.
“Sorry. My dad went a little overboard when I said I was staying for a couple of months,” he laughs softly, one hand still wrapped around his ribs, and Kurt sighs and scolds him gently about over-exerting himself while Blaine waves him off. “Babe, were you like this when your father got home from the hospital?”
“Exactly,” Finn supplies, clearing his throat. “Almost exactly.”
“Oh, I’m in for a fun time,” Blaine sighs heavily and Kurt spares him a glare before turning to Sam and Finn.
“Well, since we have such strapping young boys here, I think they can be put in charge of moving everything to the SUV. I’ll find a wheelchair for you and we can be on our way,” he tells Blaine, who nods in agreement and he can hear Finn and Sam groaning while he snags a wheelchair and brings it back, stepping out of the way to let the other two boys come out of the room with an armful of boxes and clothes each.
“Kurt?” Blaine raises an eyebrow as he enters the room, looking at him suspiciously, and Kurt tries his best to look innocent.
Well, as innocent as a vampire can look. “Yes?”
“Tell me the truth: why’s Sam here?”
And Kurt decides in that moment that he really doesn’t understand Blaine. He himself can flirt in a way that even Finn can pick up on but with Blaine after several months of the same it was “I’m gonna go ask some guy at the Gap to be my Valentine,” and now Kurt’s just barely started trying to bring Blaine and Sam together and Blaine already knows something is up.
“Um…I really didn’t know how much you’d have to move so I thought having more help would be good,” he smiles and Blaine gives him a resigned sigh.
“Kurt, I may be still hopped up on painkillers, but are you trying to set us up?”
“What? Of course not!” Kurt tries to look as offended as he can at that one. “He’s the only one I could think of that would willingly do it on short notice.”
“…Alright, then,” Blaine lets Kurt help him into the wheelchair, and he still looks suspicious, but Kurt’s not going to let this one go that easily.
He still has far too many plans to implement.
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1. I’m finished with my internship, and while I’m rather exhausted it was a great experience and I’m so happy I got the chance to do it :D That being said, I now have a gazillion school projects to complete so I’ll have to fight to get writing time again.
2. Also, I think part of why I can see Blam working is influenced by how chummy Darren and Chord were at the Golden Globes, and then there’s this .gif from the same event:
3. That’s it, I think! Hope everybody enjoyed :)