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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
Get ready for Klaine's first meeting (that Kurt is aware of, at least)!
Forgive me if I sound like an idiot, since the only things I know about flirting, alcohol and clubs have been from fiction - TV, novels, etc.
Thanks!

Kurt was fidgeting nervously by the time Santana pulled her car into the parking lot across the street from the club, which looked rather regular on the outside, except for the large, glowing red sign above the double doors which read "Seven Sins", and music could be heard blasting from it.
"Stop acting so suspicious and just follow my lead." They got out of the car, and Quinn patted his shoulder reassuringly as Santana took the lead.
They were stopped by a massive bouncer at the doors. He took a look at their IDs, all fake of course, and glanced at them. It was very late and they were all clearly dressed for a good time, but they seemed to pass for the ages they were hoping because the guy handed the cards back and let them through.
The teenage boy felt a rush of adrenaline when he stepped inside.
Seven Sins was massive, energetic, and a lot more tasteful than he imagined it would be, with black tiled floors, a marble floor, red velvety walls accented by a gold trim, and small round tables placed sporadically about with matching stools. There was a stage too, and thankfully not the stripper kind of stage, but an actual one meant for performing. It looked like they were having a dance/karaoke night.
Up above the actual club was a balcony that wound around the room, a bunch of people were there as well.
"Well, this actually might be fun..." Kurt thought, deciding to think positively.

Kurt was wrong.
This completely sucked.
Only here for an hour and he'd already been basically ditched by his friends. Santana had started drinking a few minutes in and then hauled Brittany off to dance, while Quinn, after declaring it looked like she would be the designated driver for the night, had gotten up and went to check her makeup in the bathroom.
She still wasn't back.
The brunette sighed dejectedly as he slumped forward on his stool at the bar counter, head in his hand, wondering why he'd bothered going in the first place.
"Isn't it a little late for you to be out?" A smooth voice asked from beside him.
Blinking, Kurt turned his head, and paused, staring. Sitting in the seat next to him was probably the most attractive guy to ever acknowledge his existance. He put Finn to shame, that was for sure.
He was probably a couple of years older than Kurt, seventeen or eighteen most likely. Tall, with black hair, tanned skin and deep, piercing brown eyes. He was dressed impeccably in tight, dark blue jeans, boots and a form-fitting white t-shirt that outlined the muscles of his chest, with a shiny black leather jacket that gleamed under the club's flashing lights. The man wasn't just attractive, he was hot - with his curly hair, thick arched eyebrows, strong jawline and full lips, he could probably even be described as beautiful.
Why was he talking to Kurt?
The boy managed to snap out of it after a few moments of openly gawking, and turned his gaze to the bar counter, "I don't know what you're talking about..."
"It's almost midnight, and you're clearly not twenty-one." The man elaborated, causing the teen's blue eyes to quickly snap back up, worriedly. "Relax, I'm not going to get you in trouble, Gorgeous. Why don't you let me buy you a drink?"
Stunned, a dark blush rose onto his cheeks, and Kurt hoped that in the dark it wasn't as visible as it felt. "You don't want to do that." He muttered, uncomfortably, hoping the guy would go away. While a small part of him was pleased that this stranger found him cute enough to compliment him and talk to him, the jaded and cynical side of his brain told him that he would go running for the hills if he ever knew Kurt's secret.
No gay guy was ever going to want him, not as freaky and different as he was.
The thought made his stomach twist with pain.
A hand touching his knee made him jump, "Why don't you let me decide that?" The dark-haired man asked, smiling charmingly, though he removed his hand when he realized Kurt had been startled by it. "What would you like?"
A gentleman in a bar was hitting on him?
He hoped this wasn't a practical joke.
"Uh, I...I don't know." He finally confessed, "I've never gone drinking before..."
Smiling still, the man nodded as though he expected the answer, and got the attention of the bartender, "Can we get a CrÃ¨me de Violette and a half dozen shots of Jack, straight up?"
After ordering their drinks, he looked back to Kurt, appraisingly. "You never did say what you were doing here so late." He pointed out.
Kurt sank down a little more, "My friends dragged me out, practically against my will. Then ditched me." He sniffed, crossing his arms.
"Why would they bring you out if you didn't want to go?"
It was weird that this stranger seemed to want to know about what was going on with him. But Kurt was feeling a bit down at the moment. "They thought I needed cheering up. My... my dad passed away a couple of months ago, heart attack..." he bit his lip, glancing away briefly. "I've not gone anywhere to school and home since the funeral."
It was still so hard to talk about.
To his surprise though, the man didn't roll his eyes or laugh or tell him to get over it like some of the assholes at school had. Instead, he looked sympathetic.
"That must be very difficult, to lose him at your age. I lost my family when I was very young, so I don't remember them to be honest, but I know how alone it can make you feel. What you need to keep in mind is not to force yourself to move on any more quickly than your heart will mend. Let yourself grieve in your own way, it is the healthiest."
Kurt swallowed hard, slightly taken aback by the raven-haired male's kind words, and the fact that he himself was so comfortable talking to a stranger about it. "Thank you..."
Merely grinning at him, the man pushed the strange, violet-colored drink in his direction, "Well you are here now, you may as well get a new experience in before you go home."
Finding the guy's suddenly bright demeanor rather infectious, Kurt nodded in agreement and lifted the glass to his mouth, taking a sip. It was weird, and it didn't burn like the alcohol Miss Rhodes had given him. Instead, it was sweet with a pleasant floral after taste.
"Not bad." He admitted, putting the cup down to find that his new acquaintance had already downed three of the six shots that he'd ordered. That was quick.
Watching him incredulously, he had to ask, "Is that any good?" It certainly didn't smell it, from what he could tell.
"Very. Do you want one?" He pushed one of the three remaining shots across the counter to him, "Go ahead."
Hesitantly, the boy picked it up, wrinkling his nose a little, and then drank it. Almost immediately, he coughed and sputtered, his throat aching from the burn.
Barely holding back a chuckle, the man shook his head, "No, you don't sip it. You have to drink it straight down, it's better that way. Watch this." He took one and showed him how it was done.
He offered Kurt the third one, but at this point he was wary.
He WAS here to have fun though, to enjoy himself. New experiences were supposed to be a good thing. After a moment, he picked up the remaining little glass and put it to his lips, tilting his head back as he drank the whole thing at once this time.
"What do you think?"
Licking the remaining liquid from his lips, he set the tiny cup back down, "Better this time." He nodded, but decided he liked the violet liquor better, and finished that rather than try any other hard alcohol. "What's your name?"
"It's Blaine. Blaine Anderson."

About forty-five minutes later, Kurt and Blaine were still sitting at the bar, talking about anything and everything, he wasn't paying that much attention to his own words since his head was feeling a bit fuzzy.
He only snapped out of it slightly when his phone buzzed, and he checked it with a frown, groaning as he made out the words.
"San and Britt are wasted, I'm gonna wait here with them while they puke it out. You can take the car back to your place. We can take a cab and come pick it up tomorrow, kay? - Q". Well that sucked. Quinn probably didn't think he'd touch alcohol after the Miss Pillsbury incident. He'd reply back but he wasn't sure he'd be able to type anything coherent.
Blaine seemed concerned by his reaction (or perhaps by the way he was swaying on his stool), "What's wrong?"
"Two of my friends are getting sick in the bathroom and the other is staying with them until they feel better. Now I'm stuck here with their car." He sighed, fiddling with his cell.
"Why don't I take you home, then? I can drive, I've always been able to hold my liquor." It might have been Kurt's imagination, but he could swear there was some kind of hidden meaning in his words, his eyes seemed to sparkle with some kind of amusing secret.
Normally, Kurt would know better than this. Six months ago he would have never accepted a ride home with a potentially dangerous, likely intoxicated, super hot stranger. Hell, six months ago he wouldn't be caught in a club this late at all.
But then again, six months ago he hadn't lost his father.
That changed everything.
"Okay." He said softly, sliding off of the stool and staggering a bit until the older teen wrapped an arm around his waist, holding him steady.
His face flushed.
That night, he had no idea what accepting that ride would lead to.

Confession time: Kurt dozed off the moment he was in the passenger seat of Santana's car. Maybe Blaine was just driving slowly to be careful, or to not alert any police officers that could be watching, but the ride seemed to take a long time, and he couldn't help closing his eyes for a moment.
Next thing he knew, he was being gently shaken into reality by the brown-eyed man.
"Come on, Kurt. Wake up, we're here now."
Only much later would he wonder how Blaine knew both his name and address when Kurt had fallen asleep before having the chance to tell him either...

To be continued in the next chapter!
Hehehe, I'm such a tease. I'll update tomorrow, I promise, but right now I've gotta get some much needed sleep.
Thanks for reading!
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