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Blood Oath	By : BeyondTheBlade Category: G through L > Glee Views: 2630 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING except original concepts that may appear in the story. I don't own Glee or its' characters, nor do I own the different vampire lore/myths and such that will appear here. I make NO money off of this story. Warnings on chapter one.

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Blood Oath
This is the first "official" chapter of Blood Oath, enjoy!
Be warned that the first half of this chapter is kind of depressing...

If Kurt Hummel actually believed in God, or any divine being really, and reincarnation, he would have wondered what he had done in a past life to piss him or her off.
The first sixteen and a half years of his life had not been kind to him.
As if it weren't bad enough that he was an outsider, a medical anomaly, a freak, but he also had experienced more suffering than more teenagers of his age had.
It had been hard growing up, having no friends and constantly being teased for his way of dressing and his feminine voice, but he had gotten through it - because who cared what some idiots in elementary school thought? The names hadn't bothered him for the longest time. He had been able to ignore when the bullying becmae physical.
Then his mother died of terminal ovarian cancer when he was eight years old. But he had managed to survive that, because he had his father there, to hold him and assure him that everything would be okay, to hug him when he cried at the funeral as the casket was lowered into the ground.
Even with Burt by his side, it had been tough, but he had made it. He had survived the mercilessness of junior high. Not only because he had his strong, supportive, protective father there by his side, but because there was always this little voicei n the back of his head that told him things wouldn't always be so bad.
The voice kept telling him to be patient, that if he would just hang on for a little longer, he could escape the hell he was in. He would get out of that city, he would find someone that would love him unconditionally as he was, he would make all his dreams come true and prove everyone that ever mocked him wrong.
A little bit of hope kept him going, that allowed him to get dressed, force a smile, and leave his house every day when he just wanted to curl up into a ball under his blanket. It was what helped him move past his mother's death, and what stopped him from picking up a knife in the sixth grade and ending it all when the school beatings and taunts and name calling became too much.
And he truly believed that he could make it through anything, no matter how difficult. He was a Hummel after all, and Hummels were survivors.
In the end, what broke his heart wasn't constantly being knocked to the ground by ignorant fools who didn't understand. No, it was the untimely death of his father, brought on by a heart attack, at age 43.
The grief over losing the last person in the world to whom he had a biological connection was what kept him from getting back up. The guilt that the last thing he said to his father weren't words of love of admiration or thankfulness, but instead an argument caused by him wanting to do a stupid performance over their special Friday night dinner.
None of it had really sunk in until after the funeral, when he was approached by a teary-eyed Carole with an unusually quiet Finn in tow, and told him that anything he needed, to just ask. She offered to stay with him for awhile, or to let him move in, but he had just shook his head and gone home, where he proceeded to have the breakdown of his life.
His father was gone, too.
Kurt was completely alone.
This time, he wasn't sure he could make it.

The depression had hit him hard. For the first month after the funeral he went to school, went to home, and that was it.
He was living like a zombie.
Occasionally someone would stop by to check on him - someone from social services. Because he was sixteen, legally he was able to live on his own, and he had had Carole co-sign to allow it. His father and mother had owned their home, and Burt had a significant amount of money put away for him. He was smart, prepared. He had left Kurt and Finn in charge of the shop. Because even if they weren't married, Burt had been in love with Carole, and no doubt planned on making them a family.
But it had never happened.
Instead, Kurt was living at home, by himself, the days passing by in a blur.
His friends visited from time to time - Carole came over at least once a week to make sure he was okay, and at times Mr. Schue or Miss Pillsbury had stopped by. One time, even his former cheerleading coach Sue had checked up on him.
While he apperciated the thought, he really didn't want to socialize with anyone.
Unfortunately, of fortunately, depending on how you looked at it, three of his friends in particular didn't seem to care.
On the one month anniversary of his father's passing, his former co-cheerleaders showed up on his doorstep. Quinn, Santana, and Brittany. They had brought a bag full of films and junk food, and told him they weren't letting him wallow alone anymore in his misery.
He tried shutting the door in their faces but they just weren't having it. Santana had shoved him aside and walked right in, followed by Quinn who smiled apologetically, and Britt merely ran up and gave him a hug.
Though he wasn't entirely sure why, he didn't immediately kick them out. As sad as he was, it felt sort of...nice to have them around. The others had reached out to him, of course, but they all backed off when he said he just wanted to be alone.
But not the girls.
It wasn't just the fact that he wasn't aware two thirds of them even liked him, but the fact that they actually seemed concerned over his well being. It was sort of touching.
That night they stayed up watching old 90s movies, talking into the early hours of the morning. It was the first time he had smiled in weeks.
Something special happened that night, they bonded or something, and became friends, because from that day forward, one of them never failed to show up and drive him to school. One of them were always with him in the hallways between classes. They performed together in Glee club, and ignored the strange looks the others (especially Finn, Rachel and Puck) gave him.
Despite always feeling like he belonged in Glee, it was the first time his friendships felt more than just shallow. Sure, he adored Mercedes, but unlike Quinn she just couldn't seem to get past the fact that he wasn't religious. He became closer to Santana than he'd ever been with Rachel - sure, he knew that given the chance the Latina would easily stab him in the back if she found it necessary, but unlike with the shorter brunette girl, at least she didn't lie to his face and act like a friend only when it suited her. She was never anything but blunt and honest.
And with Britt, well, there was never any false sense of caring or friendship. She was just a sweetheart through and through. She could be a little airy at times, but he realized she was far from stupid - she was way more perceptive and intuitive to the feelings of others than people gave her credit for.
He expected to be uncomfortable around her, given that he used her at one point to (try) to trick his dad into thinking he was straight, but no, he acted like a sister to her.
Even though she still tried to convince him to sleep with her once in a while, and referred to her as her "baby-handed dolphin".
For the first time in forever, he felt like he wasn't alone.

December, 2010
As Kurt stared at himself in his bedroom mirror, he wondered why he allowed the girls to talk him into doing this.
They had dragged him aside one afternoon before class and told him that they were taking him out to a new nightclub in Lima, called Seven Sins. While initally skeptical, especially when he had been handed a startlingly realistic fake ID with his picture on it that said he was 21, but Santana assured him that if he dressed right and didn't talk in front of the bouncers, they should buy it.
Awesome. He just hoped this place wasn't the headquarters of a small-town Satanic cult. But he did need to get out of the house, that much was true. So in the end he had caved.
Did he look more grown up like he was supposed to in order to pull this off? Kurt
had his hair styled carefully to partially obscure his face, since he still had some noticeable baby fat there. He was wearing a pair of dark gray skinny jeans from Ralph Lauren and a fitted pale blue button down from Tom Ford which brought out his eyes, paired with his Dr. Martens, and one of his favorite Alexander McQueen skull-print scarves (the dark blue and white one).
There were a few things that Kurt took bright in, and one of them was his impeccable sense of fashion. However, which his...condition (that's what he called it in his head) wearing certain clothes could be uncomfortable. And much to his embarrassment, yes, he sometimes wore underwear designed for women. They just fit better. Especially under jeans as tight as the ones he was wearing.
If only he could get away with being normal, just for a single moment in his life...
"Hey Hummel! Get your pale white ass down here before we're late!" He heard Santana hollered from the bottom of the staircase.
He grabbed his royal blue Marc Jacobs trench and pulled it on as he stepped out of his bedroom before the Latina came up to drag him down.
"Whoa." Quinn muttered, staring at him.
Almost immediately, he started tugging at the end of his shirt, self-consciously, "What?"
Brittany was the first one to answer, of course, "You just look really, really hot, Kurtsie!" She announced, ever the blunt one.
"Oh... uh, thanks Britt."
"Way to go, Porcelain," Santana threw her arm around his shoulders and pulled him close to snap a Selfie of the four of them, "You can be pretty smokin' when you aren't sulking on the couch in your pajamas. You might even get laid tonight wearing those pants."
A bright blue erupted on his face, "Santana!" He blurted out, a bit mortified. "If your intentions are to just drag me out so you can set me up with someone, then I'm not going. Even if I did meet someone, do you really think I'd just want to do a one time thing like that? I'm not like you are Brittany, I like romance, and-"
He was cut off mid-rant, "Kurt, chill out, she was just kidding."
"Oh." He looked back at the brunette, and saw she had a smirk of amusement on her face.
"C'mon, Baby Face. I'm driving." She announced, unoffended as she and Brittany linked his arms, pulling him along.
Following after, Quinn laughed softly under her breath, "Yeah, this is gonna be a riot."
He was already starting to regret this.

Okay, in the next chapter Klaine is going to meet (officially) for the first time.
What do you think so far? I know the beginning was kind of a downer, but I DID say this story would be dark, remember?
Thanks, as always!
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