Others - Glee - Teen
Title: Others
Author: youaredriving
Rating: Teen (liable to change)
Characters: Kurt, Artie, Burt, Blaine, Others
Warnings: AU, Slash, Supernatural beings, Violence
Summary: Kurt Hummel hadn't attended school during the day in over a year. He is part of the population in Lima, Ohion considered to be an Other.
Kurt Hummel hadn’t attended school during the day for almost a year. He was part of Lima, Ohio that was considered to be classified as other. He went to school in the dead of night so he wouldn’t be burnt to a crisp or looked at like he was a monster. To be honest they were all freaks at night school. It’s just the way it was. He didn’t choose to become a vampire. It just happened to him. Who would want to be a vampire in the first place? It isn’t easy.
First, you can’t go into the sunlight (unless you’re suicidal then you’re good to go). There’s the fact you need blood to survive and because of that people who knew Kurt was a vampire, they looked at him like he wanted to eat their puppies. Which he didn’t. All that fur and dirt didn’t make for a tasty dinner. Give Kurt a nice drunk man and maybe he’d be humming with happiness. He wasn’t too sure since getting blood was a hassle and they had a donor bank he preferred to actually drinking a person (he didn’t know where they had been and wasn’t going to start that awkward conversation).
Anyways, he was a freak. That wasn’t so different than his human life. He just seemed to fit in a little better at William McKinly night school than William McKinly High School. Others were nicer. It was just a common courtesy between them. It didn’t help that almost all Others had gotten a slushie to the face at some point in their human, so they stuck together.
“Kurt,” Artie scooted his desk closer as he leaned over with his eyes scanning the vampire’s French assignment. “Do you have any idea to what we’re doing?”
Kurt turned towards the werewolf and grinned, “Translating Little Red Riding Hood.”
“Not funny.” Artie slid around in his desk with a frown.
Feeling guilty, Kurt pulled his desk closer towards Artie and slid his workbook so the werewolf could see as he started to explain what they really were working on. “We pretty much are translating Little Red Riding Hood Artie. I wasn’t being facetious. You have to pick out the right tense and correct any grammatical errors in what is presented.”
After a few minutes of guiding Artie through the first few sentences, they split up the work and planned to have it done before class let out. As soon as the bell rang Kurt waited for Artie to get his stuff together. It still amazed Kurt that Artie was out of his wheelchair and walking around he had never been paralyzed. Turns out becoming an Other is good for something.
“Got any plans for the weekend?” Artie quirked a brow at Kurt as they headed for the cafeteria.
“Not so much,” Kurt gave an elegant shrug. “I might head over to Temptations tonight but other than that? I figure I deserve a few nights to pamper myself with musicals and blood that didn’t come from the donor bank.”
“Do I want to know where you got it?” Artie pulled his arms across his chest as they dodged an Incubus, not wanted to come in contact with him.
“My dad actually got it from some upscale donor place,” Kurt shrugged, “It was an early death-day present.”
“Is it strange that I find you calling the day you became an Other your death-day?” Artie stopped at the nook used to refrigerate the blood supply for students who required blood as a meal. Kurt took a moment before selecting his dinner and popping it into the microwave. After a moment Kurt had his blood bag sitting in a coffee mug and they were walking towards Artie’s food line.
“Well what do you call the day you became an Other?” Kurt asked with a grimace on his face as Artie loaded a plate up with rare meats.
“A really bad day,” Artie nudged Kurt towards an empty table.
“Okay, for you I can understand that. You have to deal with full moons and the whole angry-grr feelings. But for me? I died and then I woke up in the ground, hence my death-day.” Kurt sipped from his mug and scrunched up his nose.
“Smoker?” Artie asked and Kurt nodded. “At least the nicotine or whatever isn’t going to kill you.”
“I’d rather a sweeter blood than this,” Kurt gulped down the rest of his meal. “My dad says he got blood of someone who ate cotton candy and jelly beans for a few days. It’s going to be heaven.”
Artie chuckled, “I thought you were strange before you became a vampire but now you are straight up crazy.”
“You know you love it,” Kurt tugged his vest down and plucked an invisible piece of lint from his pants. “So are you going to go to Temptations or do you have any other plans?”
“I think Temptations is a good idea,” Artie fiddled with his fork for a moment. “It’s getting close to the full moon and I could use the entertainment.”
“So that’s what they’re calling it now?” Kurt smirked at Artie and dodged a smack on the arm resulting in a heavy thump from Artie’s hand.
“You know what I mean.” Artie sighed when the bell rang for the last class of the day. A two hour class on the history of Others. “Humans who don’t judge us and like the fact that we’re Others? Yeah, I’m going to use that to my advantage every once in awhile.”
“You will receive no judgment from me,” Kurt held his arms out as they entered the auditorium and took their seats. Kurt held Artie’s wrist up to see what time they’d be getting out of class and able to head over to Temptations. Midnight. It would be perfect.