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[thisisherson]

[Kurt's been sort of groggy all day. He spent most of it rolling around in bed under his covers with the curtains shut. It isn't until the sun starts to go down that he finally starts to feel sort of awake and alert. When he finally catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror, well...he doesn't. There's no reflection there. But just looking at his

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AND ON THE THIRD DAY

[airplanecups]

[VAMPIRE SLAYER BREAK. chillin' in the music room.]

LOOK AT US, RPING IN THE FUTURE

[thisisherson]

[was heading there himself actually. Maybe abusing the piano and smashing the keys would make him stop thinking about how hungry he is, or maybe he could just curl up in a ball under it until the event ends.

But what if it never ends? That would be a- oh.

Finn.]

...

[airplanecups]

[this is an epic drum solo right here. SO LOUD!]

[thisisherson]

[He should leave. He should really, really, really leave.

But instead he's standing stupidly in the doorway, staring.]

[airplanecups]

[CYMBALS!!! doesn't notice anything out of the ordinary until the last stretch, then lifts his head and--]

Dude, hey! I didn't see you there.

[thisisherson]

Oh, Finn. Hi Finn.

[No, really, leaving now would be an awesome idea. You know, instead of thinking of him like a piece of meat. But he's really tall, so he'd be like Kurt's own personal Slim Jim. It's sort of appealing, and Kurt doesn't even like Slim Jims.

He doesn't come into the room though. He refuses. He just tightly holds onto the door frame with one hand.]

...What are you doing here? [Wow, what a stupid question when he was literally just watching him.]

[airplanecups]

[twirls drumsticks.]

Just gettin' in some practice. Takin' a break from stakin' the vamps that are crawling around here.

[thisisherson]

...Oh. You've been hunting them?

[Well, that sure doesn't make Kurt nervous. Except that it does.]

Isn't that dangerous? Any one of them could attack you for your blood and drain you dry. They're all starving and desperate.

...Or at least that's what I've heard. You should be careful.

[airplanecups]

[gives Kurt an inscrutable look.]

...I'm wearing garlic under my shirt. S'all good.

[thisisherson]

[...Okay, he might be starving, but he's not too hungry to judge him for that.]

That's more than a little disgusting, Finn.

[Ew, ew, he's going to smell like garlic forever. That's unappealing whether Kurt's a vampire or not.]

[airplanecups]

It's necessary! I don't wanna become vampire chow, okay?

[thisisherson]

[Looks at him curiously.]

...Are you sure it works?

[airplanecups]

Haven't you seen, like, every vampire movie in existence? Garlic, crosses, stakes and sunlight.

Twilight doesn't count.

[thisisherson]

Twilight never counts. It's an abomination. ...But it really kept them away?

[He's skeptical, since he's not exactly hissing in pain almost being in the same room as garlic, but...if it's really vampire repellent, then maybe he doesn't need to be worrying this much? He could come in, just for a bite - BIT. ...For a bit.]

A-Aha. Well. I guess so, since you're, you know, still here. And not dead or turned into a vampire yourself. [AWKWARD.]

[airplanecups]

[rimshot!]

[thisisherson]

[Rolls his eyes. But he's smiling!

...Without using his teeth, that is.]