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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
More Klaine from Kurt's POV!
And then something a little bit of spice near the end for my pervy fans...

When Kurt woke up, he felt like hell. As soon as he opened his eyes he wished he was still asleep, because he had a splitting headache. He immediately knew he wanted to just lay in bed all day until this horrible pain in his skull was gone.
Unfortunately, his body had other ideas, because as soon as he tried to get comfortable again, a roll of nausea swept through him, and he was quickly kicking off his blankets and running into the bathroom to throw up the entire contents of his stomach.
He really should have learned his lesson after the first time.
While washing the nasty taste out of his mouth, he tried to remember exactly what happened last night that led up to his point. He recalled getting left by himself at the bar while Santana and Britt dry-humped on the dance floor and Quinn vanished shortly after that.
Then he met that guy...
"Shit!" He cursed under his breath, as his mind brought forth the memory of letting a stranger (a really hot stranger, but a stranger nonetheless) buy him drinks, drive him home, kiss him, and then even asking him to stay. That was a nightmare. Sure, Blaine had been nice enough and he hadn't tried anything while he was drunk aside from the kiss (it was a relief that he still had all of his clothes on, sans his jacket.
Kurt sighed, staring at himself in the mirror. He looked paler than he usually did, with dark shadows circling his eyes. He was vaguely reminded of the last zombie movie he saw.
Awesome.
Shaking his head, he took a couple of Tylenol before stepping back out of the bathroom, where he was both relieved and also slightly disappointed that the man wasn't there.
He must have left sometime during the night.
Shrugging off a lost feeling, he decided it was probably because he had taken him home, likely feeling obligated, and then that was that.
But that kiss... it probably meant nothing. Kurt didn't particularly regret it, but he hadn't expected that his first real kiss - one with a guy - would be while he was half wasted and with a total stranger.
Damn alcohol.
Figuring he still had a while until Santana came to pick up her car (good, he definitely didn't want to deal with her hangover as well as his own), he grabbed the towel from the hook on his door and went to go take a hot shower. Maybe cleaning up would make him feel slightly better.

Blaine had stayed with Kurt all through the night, as that was what the boy had asked him to do. It was about ten o'clock in the morning when he realized that his little human would likely be hungry upon waking up. The teenager was shifting and muttering in his sleep every so often, so he would probably wake up soon.
Now, even though he hadn't been human for a long time, Blaine had learned to cook. Not only for the other human friends or companions he had met over the years, but he also found it interesting. He didn't need to eat regular food - if he did nothing would happen, it would just sort of dissolve. For vampires things like food and alcohol were merely for pleasure, for the taste. So it wasn't like he had been taught how to cook blindly, but it was something he rather enjoyed despite it not being necessary.
He learned all sorts of different things around the world - in Italy, Argentina, France, and so on.
One thing he learned about food is that when humans didn't eat before having a substantial amount of alcohol in their system, they could feel even worse than they might have, had they had a big meal beforehand.
With that thought in mind, he had ventured downstairs to see if there was anything he could make for Kurt while the boy slept. He knew they would probably have much to discuss, and it would be hard to do if the brunette was too sick to speak.
He was just gathering the necessary items he could find when he heard the tell-tale fluttering of a waking heart.
The vampire chuckled softly when he heard Kurt stumbling around and cursing upstairs before getting into the shower.
Only after everything was ready did it occur to him that he should have asked what Kurt liked before he made it, but the kid had still been sleeping. It was strange, the feeling of nervousness he had. It was like he was a young vampire again, just learning his way in the new world, but in reality he knew it was nowhere near the same.
The cause of his anxiety was worrying that Kurt would want him to leave.
Shaking it off, he picked up the collapsible plastic breakfast tray he managed to find, and carried it up the stairs. He tapped the door lightly with his knuckle as he pushed it open, "Kurt, I made you-" He stopped short, freezing in place.
What he saw nearly made him drop everything.
"...Dear Gods above."

Kurt very nearly screamed when the door opened while he was just about to start getting dressed. He spotted Blaine and scrambled, yanking his towel back around his waist, feeling a bright red blush cross his cheeks. "I-I... um..." he stuttered, unable to speak.
Blaine was just standing there in the doorway, staring at him, open-mouthed. Thankfully, his reflexes seemed faster than Kurt's, and it looked like he was embarrassed himself because he muttered something that sounded like an apology under his breath and quickly jerked the door shut.
The teenager just stood there, completely mortified for a good two minutes, before he quickly found and pulled on his dark and light blue striped cotton pajamas by Derek Rose. While buttoning up the front of his shirt, he tried to will the heat to leave his face.
Only once he was safely covered and had regained his voice back, he called out hesitantly, "Blaine...are you still there?" He laughed, but it came out even more high pitched than usual due to nervousness, "Y-You can come back in now. I'm... decent."
Almost hesitantly, the door was pushed back open, and Blaine was pointedly not looking in his direction, just in case. Kurt was surpised to see he had a TV tray in his hands, which he hadn't noticed before in his panic, there was what appeared to be a plate of blueberry French toast, a cup of his favorite herbal tea and a strawberry yogurt parfait.
"I made you breakfast." Blaine said, sounding uncomfortable.
The teenager felt warm, but in a different way than earlier. He was...touched. Blaine had stayed last night? He even got up and went through all the effort of cooking for him?
Despite the still-present (though slightly duller) headache, he was unable to contain his smile. "That's so sweet. You didn't have to."
"Of course I did." Blaine said like it should have been obvious, walking further into the room to set down the tray. His mouth twitched when he saw Kurt's smile, it was infectious. "How are you feeling?"
"Like I was backed over by a truck, twice." Kurt replied honestly, and grinned, a little surprised at how easy it was to talk to this guy despite the fact that they barely knew each other, and that incident just minutes ago. "Sorry about early..." he mumbled, his cheeks turning a bright shade of pink again, "I didn't expect... I mean I thought you had left."
"You asked me to stay." The man replied, as if that was a perfectly good reason as to why he hadn't gone home last night. "Sit, eat. Food will make you feel better." It was as though he was concerned, which felt kind of nice, even if Kurt didn't understand why.
Sitting crosslegged on his bed, he noticed there was only enough food for one person, and frowned a bit, "Aren't you going to eat, too?"
A small, secretive smile appeared on Blaine's face, like he knew something that Kurt didn't. "No. I don't eat breakfast, I rarely eat in the mornings." He was staring at the teenager, who squirmed, those dark brown eyes seemed to be burning into him.
Why did he feel so awkward?
In between bites of the blueberry French toast - which was delicious, by the way - Kurt realized that the other male wasn't going to speak up any time soon, was simply watching him from where he was leaning back against the wall, so he swallowed his mouthful of food and asked, "So... why don't you tell me about yourself?" It only seemed fair given how much time the brunette had spent babbling about his own problems last night.
He knew they should really discuss the kiss, or at least something slightly relevant to last night, but he couldn't help himself. There's something about Blaine that was absolutely mystifying.
"I'd much rather you told me about yourself, Kurt." The boy looked up and holy hell, those eyes had gotten impossibly darker, smoldering, and he found his mind going blank. "U-Uh, what...what would you like to know?" He asked, blinking as the grip on his fork tightened while his free hand nervously tucked a wet strand of damp hair behind his ear.
"Are you seeing anyone?" The intensity of his tone startled Kurt. Not only was the question somewhat personal, but the way he had his gaze locked onto the brunette was like he really wanted an answer, like... immediately.
"Do I...? N-No." Kurt stuttered, feeling the heat travel through his face again. God, this was so uncomfortable. He set the tray aside, if only because he needed something to do so he wouldn't keep looking at those penetratingly dark eyes. "I don't."
"Good. Then you won't mind if I do this-" Kurt looked up, questioningly, just in time fo watch as Blaine leaned down and pressed his mouth to the younger boy's hard.
And wow, it hadn't just been the drinking last night that caused those feelings, apparently.
Immediately, an electric surge ran through his lips and down his spine at the contact, and against his better judgement he was pulling Blaine closer, sitting up on his knees to reach him more easily. Now that he wasn't drunk, he knew this was real, and it was shocking and scary and hard to believe. He had an attractive, kind, young man in his bedroom and was kissing him.
Blaine seemed to be into it though, and not nearly as hesitant as the younger of the two, because he was sitting down beside the boy, one hand firmly cupping his face to deepen the kiss, his other arm curling around Kurt's waist to pull him closer, all but dragging him into his lap.
Gasping quietly against his lips, Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck, pressing their lips together harder, unfamiliar sensations overwhelming him.
This was insane. But he couldn't help it.
Years worth of worries, of self-consciousness and insecurities and suppressed desires and pain were coming out all at once, and he couldn't control it.
Up until last night...he had never felt like this.
When he saw that Blaine had stayed with him just because he asked, it made him feel truly wanted for the first time in his entire life.
Long, tanned fingers curled into his dark chestnut hair, returning the forceful kiss immediately, and Blaine caught Kurt's bottom lip between his teeth, sucking at it gently, almost teasingly.
A shocking flood of warmth ran through the teenager's body as the raven-haired man's other hand ran down his side sensually, the contact caused him to shiver despite the warm cotton pajamas he wore separating them, and it curved in to hold his left hip tightly.
By the time they finally broke away from the kiss he actually was sitting in the man's lap, legs folded beneath him, breathing heavily, his face flushed, heart going a million miles an hour in his chest.
"I don't understand..." He breathed out, blinking up at Blaine with his expression slightly glazed over, because the guy was a really good kisser. Blaine looked to be about the same, minus the deep blush Kurt had. Dark eyes were staring at him in such a way that he felt a tingle in his stomach, which both confused and excited him.
Those strong arms pulled him close, so Kurt was practically cradled against his chest, embracing him tightly, and Blaine said something he never thought he would hear in his entire life:
"I want you, Kurt."

Haha! Yep, a cliffhanger!
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