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Hallo, lovelies! :) Here is another installment in Emiliana's foray into vampires, haha. I'm actually having ridiculous amounts of fun writing this fic, so thank you for sharing in the experience with me. I hope you enjoy the chapter!


Title: "Until My Dying Breath" -- Chapter Three
Author: emilianadarling
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Vampire AU with all the unpleasantness that entails. Violence, bloodplay, blood drinking, sexualized violence, grotesque descriptions, dark setting, fear, minor past character death. Warnings on a chapter by chapter basis.
Length: 12,200-ish for this chapter
Story Summary: On his way home from campus to his apartment on the Upper East Side, Blaine Anderson happens to come across a beautiful young man with bewitching blue eyes. It doesn’t take long, though, for everything Blaine thought was real to fall to pieces. For his world to dissolve into a twisted dance of fear and heat and blood.

Notes: Hello, lovely ones! :) I'm procrastinating so badly by posting this, but I'm just excited to share more! Thank you SO much for reading and leaving feedback, as always. Also, here is my tumblr for anyone who might be interested. <3

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Epilogue


For the next few hours, Blaine can’t think. Can’t speak, can barely breathe for how empty he feels. Sick and stupid and guilty, so guilty. So incredibly guilty that it strains at his chest and weighs him down and hurts like a wound every time his mind drags him back to them, to what he did. To the two police officers whose lives he handed over like a sacrifice for his own sorry skin.

Leaving the apartment isn’t an option. Intellectually, he is aware that he must be safe in here. Or at least as safe as he possibly can be after last night. If Kurt was capable of forcing his way inside, Blaine knows with a sureness that echoes down to his bones that he... that it... wouldn’t have hesitated. Would have torn apart the door, the walls, the whole building in order to get to him.

Not that Blaine deserves to be safe, not anymore. What he deserves is for Kurt to tear into him like he did those police, ripping into their skin and draining them dry and smearing his hands in their blood for fun. Blaine traded their safety for his own life, made the worst kind of devil’s bargain. He doesn’t warrant the protection of his apartment anymore, not after what he did. Not after what he caused.

They were innocent. Innocent workers doing their jobs, trying to protect the people of this city. And Blaine sent them right into the monster’s lair like the stupid, stupid idiot that he is. They would never have had a chance, he knows that now. Even armed with guns and strength and training, how could they face up against something that could snap a man’s wrists backwards as though it was nothing? How could they go up against a creature that shouldn’t exist – can’t exist – and have any hope of coming out of it alive?

Fucking idiot. Fucking naive, selfish idiot.

There is a dull, throbbing ache in Blaine’s chest that won’t go away. As though something is pressing against his insides. He feels cold, almost. Dull with self-hatred and sickness as the minutes tick by and the sun moves across the sky in an infinitesimal drag, time stretching out and distorting into the single longest day of Blaine’s entire life.

He spends hours watching the media coverage of the murder, eyes glued to the set and unable to force himself to move. It is as though a heavy weight is pressing down on him, keeping him in place. Making him watch for the people whose lives he ended. One of the murdered officers had children, he learns. He wonders how old they are. He wonders how they found out.

Around four o’clock a statement comes on from one of the officer’s wives. She is a pretty woman in her mid-forties; brown-haired and slender and wearing a dark blue button-up for the press release. In the middle of her brief statement about unspeakable tragedy and his lifelong commitment to the citizens of this country, her bottom lip begins to tremble. When the words catch in her throat and she breaks down, her face gets washed out by the bright white flash of a hundred cameras.

That same picture of her, face crumpled and sobbing into a torn Kleenex with mascara smudged and dark around her eyes, gets circulated for the rest of the day. Round and round and over and over, that same still photo of immeasurable grief and suffering.

Every single word and picture and statement impacts his chest with dull resignation; horror and guilt that Blaine simply cannot experience anymore. He can’t feel it, not really; his mind is thick, swimming in a daze of sickly regret that won’t break. New pieces of information register like an echo or a whisper or a flash, another rock atop an already insurmountable mountain.

The initial shock and sickness wears away, after a while. Boiled down and shoved deep inside, because how can one person feel this much? How can someone go on living with so much pain and fear and regret eating at them from the inside out?

The right thing to do – the moral, upstanding, honourable thing to do – would be to open the door and leave. To walk out into the middle of the road, throw his arms up into the air and start yelling for Kurt to come and get him. To bare his throat to the air and damn the consequences, because he’s already messed so much up. Already ruined so many lives with his own ignorance.

The human need to survive, however, is a funny thing. It must be stronger than he is, because Blaine can’t make himself leave the sanctuary of his home.

It is fear of pain and death and suffering that keeps him inside, cowardice and weakness, and Blaine hates himself for the protection even as he refuses to budge. He tries to tell himself that Kurt doesn’t deserve the satisfaction – doesn’t deserve to win so easily, to make the sacrifice of the two officers he got killed be in vain – but that reasoning is weak at best.

Deep down, Blaine is aware that fear for his own life is what keeps him tucked up inside much more than pride ever could. The knowledge sickens him.

After his fifth straight hour of watching local news, Blaine finally manages to force himself up from the ground. On autopilot he showers, changes into new clothes, eats a few mouthfuls of leftover pasta from the fridge. (He’s running out of food, though, already had to go shopping yesterday. Can’t hide in here forever.) When the dizziness he hadn’t even realizes was there during his hours-long trance is gone, Blaine takes a deep breath – before sitting down and opening his laptop in order to research a creature that shouldn’t exist.

It has been made very, very clear to him that looking for help in the usual places is completely out of the question. That he’s going to be alone, in this. Seeking help can only get other people – maybe even people he loves – killed; Kurt wouldn’t hesitate in tearing down Blaine’s world in order to get at him.

So what Blaine needs more than anything else, now, is information. He desperately needs knowledge and facts and answers if he wants to have even the slightest hope of finding a way to escape the monster that has set its eyes on him.

Some part of him half-expects to find the information right away; easy and straightforward and all laid out for him in one place. Perhaps a chart of strengths and weaknesses, or a list of debunked myths to give him an idea of what he’s up against. Some secret-but-not-hard-to-find site brimming with everything he could possibly need to know about vampires.

The reality, of course, is nothing quite so idyllic.

The entire process is frustrating, and fruitless, and his initial foray doesn’t reveal anything even vaguely authentic-looking. Despite the shower and food, Blaine’s mind remains determinedly dull and frayed with self-hatred and guilt and slowly simmering anger. The words on the screen barely even register half the time, his concentration is so completely shot to hell.

But the words he does manage to process... it’s all ridiculous. Useless, fake information. Everything is fetish clubs and ridiculous-looking covens with pictures of people dressed up in elaborate Victorian-style Halloween costumes with coloured contact lenses. Blaine finds pictures from television shows and movies, and excerpts from books so ridiculous he’s never even entertained the thought of opening them, and long rambling Wikipedia articles with information so vague and changeable and diverse that there is absolutely nothing to be learnt. Searching “real vampires” results in hopelessly hokey amateur websites that look as though they’ve been designed by a twelve-year-old, and “vampire lore” gives him lists of literary tropes a mile long – less than half of which sound like anything close to something resembling Kurt.

All of it makes Blaine wish desperately hard for a well-stocked room full of books. Real books, proper books written by respectable people who know what they’re talking about. Each one musty and old and full of actual information that means something, not the fetish fantasies of a million teenagers sprawled out across the pages of the internet. A proper online archive would be acceptable, too, though. Peer-reviewed articles and citations and facts, but there’s nothing of the sort to be found. Which – of course there isn’t, it’s absurd and ridiculous and completely unbelievable and if Blaine hadn’t seen it with his own eyes...

A few items and phrases pop out at him – their repetition notable, or something that sounds similar to something Kurt has done or could explain one of his actions – but overall, the experience is little more than an exercise in failure.

Entranced by his pathetic attempt at research, Blaine sits and reads and refreshes and digs as the day wears on. He works for hours, perched on the couch as the sun creeps slowly and steadily downwards outside his window. Tucking itself behind the tall buildings as the outside world begins to fade and darken and deepen into something much more dangerous. Much more sinister.

There is absolutely no guarantee that Kurt will be summoned by the darkened sky, no matter what the steadily increasing anxiety in Blaine’s chest attempts to tell him. That element could be a myth, or a wives’ tale, or something thought up to discourage little children from sneaking out late at night. It doesn’t necessarily mean anything that Blaine has only ever seen Kurt with his features dimmed by dark and lit by streetlamps. Conceivably, it could be a coincidence.

There are no coincidences, says the critically-trained part of Blaine’s mind. Only patterns waiting to be spotted.

It would be something straight out of a classic monster movie, if it turns out to be true. The kind of films that are so ingrained into Blaine’s consciousness through popular culture osmosis that he can’t help but let them influence his perception. He doesn’t want to let the possibly fictitious ideas of famous filmmakers infiltrate his head too much, however: doesn’t want to get sloppy or cock-sure and get himself killed by thinking he knows everything from watching a couple of black and white thrillers.

But the fact remains that he has only ever seen Kurt at night.

It makes Blaine feel hopeful, because it’s impossible for him to stay in here forever. He needs to go out at some point for supplies, at least. As much as Blaine likes to pride himself on having a fairly decent lifestyle considering his youth, his fridge is very much a student fridge. All condiments and nothing of substance, not enough to live on. Takeout won’t keep him healthy, and he can’t let himself waste away when he’ll need all the strength he can muster.

But completely aside from that... he has a life. Family, friends. A goal. An education he’s put thousands of hours and hundreds of thousands of dollars into. The thought of dropping all of his hard work without a backwards glance – abandoning it all in the dirt like it doesn’t matter, like all that time didn’t mean anything – leaves him feeling queasy and rudderless and perhaps even more scared than he is of Kurt himself.

Regardless: at the very least, Blaine will need to leave the apartment in order to get food.

And at best, he can try to run.

If Kurt doesn’t come until after dark, Blaine decides, that will just have to be enough of a confirmation for him. If it’s true that Kurt can only chase him during the night, and he can’t find any way to fight him? Then perhaps the worst case scenario will be to pack a bag and pick a direction and run as fast as he can at daybreak one day when Kurt least expects it. He stores away the idea to think on for later.

The sun sinks down lower, and lower, as the sky edges out into a husky, cloudy grey-blue. Sliding into night as the lights of the city prickle out loud and clear against the darkness.

Eventually, Blaine can no longer stand to put on the farce of research; he’s so anxious it hurts, and he hasn’t been able to comprehend the words in front of him for over half an hour. He closes his laptop, picks up the sturdy wooden chair that is the only other seating in the living room besides the couch, and walks it over to rest in front of the door. He sits down, takes a deep breath – and waits.

He tries his hardest to smooth his emotions over, to not feel anything. Not now, not when he doesn’t know whether or not anything will come of this. In case Kurt doesn’t show. Blaine’s emotions are strapped down and held back until further notice. Everything is pushed back and held fast just in case this all comes to nothing.

It is only twenty minutes after the sun has fully dipped below the skyline, however, that a noise comes from outside. The tiniest shift in the air, almost a change of feel more than it is a sound, and then –

“Hello, pretty.”

It’s Kurt’s voice, unmistakable for the tone just as much as for the content of the greeting. The sweet tones drift through the thin wood of the door, high and cooing on the stillness of the air, and Blaine tries not to jump in his seat at the sudden shock of it. No footsteps, no real indications of arrival. Just... Kurt, there in an instant, dark and teasing and right on the other side of his door.

Blaine has never realized just how thin the door is, either. He’s always been able to hear his neighbours coming and going without ever having to strain his ears, yes, but this. He can hear Kurt’s breathing. Slow, and deep, and tinged with excitement. All at once, Blaine feels frozen in his seat from the horrible intimacy of it. The closeness, even though he can’t actually see Kurt’s face.

There is a deep inhalation of breath from outside, followed by a tiny noise of amusement. “You waited up for me, Blaine. How sweet.”

The words are like a slap to the face that sends all the suppression and empty numbness of the day flying out the window.

Stay calm, Blaine tries to tell himself, but even in his own mind the voice is shaking. This is what he wants. He’s trying to get a rise out of you. He can’t go out in the sun, focus on that instead.

But it doesn’t help. All of the anger, the frustration, the helplessness and sickly guilt swell up hard in Blaine’s chest. His fists ball up at his sides as wrenches himself out of his frozen state, getting quickly to his feet and making the chair scrape unpleasantly against the floor.

“Stop it,” hisses Blaine, eyes fixed on the door. As though Kurt can meet his gaze through its solidity. “Don’t you dare, you’re – how can you be so casual about this? You murdered them.”

“I told you I would,” says Kurt calmly, a smile in his voice. “I was just following through with my promises, lovely one. Isn’t that a good thing?”

The gentle scrape of nails on the doorframe cuts off Blaine’s response before his mouth can even form words, that awful sound hitting him right in the base of the stomach like a Pavlovian response.

“... I see you got my note,” whispers Kurt, voice low and husky in some parody of intimacy.

Blaine shudders, shaking his head in disbelief. “You don’t even care.” At his sides, his hands clench into fists. “They had families. You ripped those people out of their lives, and it doesn’t even matter to you. You... you think it’s funny.” A small noise of disgust escapes from his throat. The word on the tip of his tongue is overblown and overdramatic, but in this moment nothing else feels more apt. “You’re evil.”

“I’m not evil, Blaine, I’m just not human. There’s a difference.” Kurt makes a fed-up noise in the back of his throat. He sounds flippant, dismissive. The door shifts and creaks as though weight is being pressed against it from the outside. Kurt, leaning his weight against it casually.

“Enough about me, though,” Kurt says, voice returning to its usual conversational highness. “Let’s talk about all of the things you’ve been doing that I find hard to swallow.”

“What are you talking about?” asks Blaine, trying to sound contemptuous. It comes off sounding more uncertain than anything.

The door creaks as Kurt’s weight shifts while he chuckles, high and clear and awful in the night.

“An anonymous tip, Blaine? Really?” More chuckling, trailing off into something sinister. “What are you, twelve? Have you been getting all of your strategies from television shows? Silly boy, don’t you know that they record anonymous tips? They can trace them. Find their way back to you lickity-split, and slap a pair of handcuffs on those lovely wrists for sending two people to their deaths.”

Blaine opens his mouth, but no words come out. Horror is winding up slowly in the pit of his stomach, and he mentally chastises himself again for being a complete idiot. Of course he knew that, of course. That was common knowledge as far back as middle school; the reason you didn’t prank call the police, because they could find you later.

But no one has called him today. No one at all, and it’s a high-profile case. Wouldn’t someone have tried to get a hold of him by now if they had his number?

“You’re lucky I’m here to watch out for you, pretty thing,” Kurt continues smoothly, a self-satisfied tone to his voice. “The deaths might be making front pages, but it seems people are a bit more hesitant to talk about the unexplainable break-in into dispatch last night, or how their entire night’s worth of records somehow got wiped. Very embarrassing. Doesn’t really inspire confidence in the system.”

It feels as though a bucket of cold water has been dumped over Blaine’s head. His breath slams hard in his chest, a choked exclamation getting lost in his throat.

“You didn’t,” Blaine whispers, horrible suspicion clenching at his chest. “You couldn’t, you – they’d know. God, please – tell me you didn’t hurt anyone else, please –”

“No one else died, if that’s what you’re wondering,” answers Kurt in a bored tone of voice. The idle scritch-scritch-scritch of a hand up and down the door. “A few people got knocked around. What does it really matter?”

“You’re lying, they have cameras, they’d know –”

“I’m not very photogenic,” Kurt jeers, enunciating the words slowly and huffing. “Honestly, Blaine, what did you think was going to happen when you made that call? Tell me, honestly, I’m dying to hear.” He puts on a simpering tone. “Did you think the police would swoop in and save the day and make the big bad wolf go away again? Did you honestly think there wouldn’t be repercussions?” He laughs, high and sneering and biting. “You’re a privileged, stupid little boy.”

“Shut the hell up,” snaps Blaine, righteous fury and anger and guiltguiltguiltguiltguilt making him bolder than he is. “Stop it, stop talking.”

“Why?” asks Kurt. “Hitting a little too close to home?”

“You’re a monster,” says Blaine with conviction, lips tight and heart pounding in his chest. “You’re a creature out of a storybook. A nightmare. You don’t know anything about me.”

“Don’t I, now?”

“You don’t –”

“What brand is your coat, Blaine?”

There is a pause.

What?” chokes Blaine, feeling thrown off and wrong-footed and confused. “I don’t – what does that have to do with anything, you’re –”

“The heavy black one you had on last night. What brand is it?” There is a steadiness in Kurt’s voice that doesn’t shake even with the ridiculous content of the sentence. He doesn’t say anything else, just waits silently for Blaine to respond as though it’s a question that matters. As though he hasn’t killed three people, and wants to kill another. Wants to kill him.

I don’t know, ” says Blaine incredulously after it becomes apparent that Kurt is not going to speak until he responds. He throws up his hands in the air, furious and lost and irritated. “What does it matter what –?”

“I’m guessing you got it as a present,” continues Kurt smoothly, sounding almost haughty with certainty. “From a family member, probably a parent. On Christmas, or your birthday, or something else completely typical. And you were grateful because it could keep you warm, and it looked nice, and it meant that the person you got it from cared about you. Does that sound about right?”

“I... what?” says Blaine quietly, feeling cold and blinking at the accuracy. “How...?” But Kurt cuts him off before he can continue.

“That coat is from the Marc Jacobs 2015 winter line, Blaine. It’s designer, and expensive, and a status symbol you’ve been throwing around without even realizing it. It cost over seven hundred dollars, but I bet you never even checked the label, did you?”

“I... I don’t...” he says weakly, feeling very much at sea.

“Privileged and stupid, I could tell from the first moment I laid eyes on you.” Kurt laughs, a hint of something playful and almost... affectionate?... seeping into his tone. “Don’t be hurt, beautiful thing. I find it endearing despite my better judgement.”

There is a small, wet sound that Blaine’s ears can barely pick up, and all at once he realizes that Kurt is licking his lips. When he speaks again, his voice is darker. More heated.

“And...” Kurt murmurs softly, stroking a hand over the wood and humming in the back of his throat. “... I think you know just how much I’d like to lay eyes on you again, lovely one. So warm and bright and human, Blaine. So mine.”

A long silence hangs in the air, after that. Heavy and impenetrable and full of too many hidden implications and secret meanings for Blaine to fully understand.

“Why do you say things like that?” asks Blaine eventually, shaking his head and inhaling deeply. His voice sounds small and shaky to his own ears.

It is impossible to maintain the heat of his outrage; it slips through his fingers like water, pouring out onto the ground and impossible to retrieve. He can’t talk to someone like this, there’s no point. Kurt evades and mocks and doesn’t take anything seriously, and it’s like trying to argue with a brick wall.

“You...” Blaine begins, swallowing hard and crossing his arms in front of himself. “You kill people, and mock me, and then act as though... as though you like me. When all you want from me is... is....”

He can’t bring himself to speak the words out loud, though. Can’t talk about killing and being killed because it makes him remember the dream. Makes him remember how it felt to be trapped, pinned down beneath Kurt on the bed with his throat torn into and spilling out hot blood as Kurt lapped it up. The way Kurt hadn’t stopped fucking into him as he drank. The splashing heat deep inside, Kurt’s groans as he sucked at the wound and Blaine’s world went dizzy and everything hurt before it started to fade and dim and dull around the edges.

“Of course I like you, Blaine,” says Kurt, sounding low and carefully neutral in a way that makes Blaine shiver. “I like you more than you can possibly imagine.”

“Then leave me alone,” whispers Blaine pleadingly, feeling so alone and twisted up and with no idea of what to do. He lets out a shaky breath, raking a hand through his messy curls and blinking hard. His glasses feel more fogged up than they should for the temperature. “Please, you just – you killed people, and hurt them, and I – I can’t –”

“Don’t be upset at me for doing what comes naturally, sweetheart,” says Kurt quickly, seeming to shift effortlessly from coyness to ice. “Blame yourself for making it happen.”

“No,” says Blaine, trying to bite the word out with force and spite and hatred – but it gets lost in his throat, choked up, and winds up coming out as little more than a whisper. A plaintive denial, reedy and weak and childish. Guilt flares in his chest at the reminder, searing and awful and unfathomable inside of him. He wraps his arms around himself, blinking hard and shaking his head. “No, no, no –”

“You did,” insists Kurt, complete conviction dripping from the words. He sounds dangerous, and sure, and ever-so-slightly amused. “You knew this could happen and you called them anyways. Sent them right to the beast without a hope. You were the one who killed them; I just did the heavy lifting.” His laugh dances on the air, high and chiming and sharp. “You’re so selfish, Blaine. I love it.”

“Stop it. Stop it, please...”

“You are, though. Isn’t that wonderful? So very selfish, pretty thing.” Kurt hums, mocking and insidious. “I like that about you. You try to act so nice and kind with those big puppy-dog eyes, but underneath it all there’s something ruthless about you, isn’t there?”

“Don’t.” Blaine is begging now, voice quiet and his face screwed up and hot. The guilt is a ball of terrible heat inside of him, hot and flaring and he doesn’t want to look at it. Doesn’t want to have to think about it because he knows it’s his fault. He feels so small, turned in on himself, and he has never felt more utterly helpless and exposed. More vulnerable. Not even out in the street, or running away, or during Kurt’s hissed threats last night. He swipes a hand over his eyes to smear away the wetness before it can slide down his cheek. “I didn’t mean to, I...”

Blaine tries to suppress the sob, but it’s no good. It’s all too much, too awful, and he falls back into the chair feebly as it all swells up in his throat like bile. Everything is blurry and twisted up and tight, and he hates himself so much for this. For not being able to be strong. His face feels wet.

“I’m sorry,” Blaine hears himself say out loud, voice small and scared and useless. He has no idea who he’s talking to; the dead police officers, the dispatch workers, himself. Kurt. He can’t shove the tears down fast enough, now. Can barely feel them over the horrible buzzing in his ears and the terrible, terrible blame sitting heavy in his stomach. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please...”

“Shhh,” Kurt murmurs in a hushed, private tone. The strange noise of comfort seems to roll off his lips as easily as anything else. The slide of his hand over the door is clearly audible; smooth and soft. Tiny circles, like a person would rub into someone’s back. He almost sounds... sad, but no, that’s not it. Not quite. “Shhh, beautiful thing, it’s okay. It’s all okay.”

For a stark and sudden moment, all Blaine wants to do is throw the door open and step outside. To let Kurt shove him up against a wall and sink his teeth in, to make him hurt in the way he hurts inside. To kill him right here, right now, because he deserves it more than those poor people ever could.

“I had to teach you a lesson, pretty one,” coos Kurt soothingly, and he must be pressed right up against the door because he sounds so close. Blaine flinches, squeezing his arms tight around himself at that term of endearment again as though to physically ward it away. “I had to show you what happens when you don’t play by the rules. If you bring other people into this, Blaine, they get hurt. They die. You don’t want that to happen again, do you?”

“No,” Blaine assures him quickly, feeling so completely defeated it’s almost like not feeling anything at all. He shakes his head, curls twisting weakly around his ears. “Please.”

There is a long, considering pause.

“Good boy,” murmurs Kurt in approval, and Blaine crumples.

His head falls into his hands in defeat at the sweet, rewarding words that are wrong, so wrong, so awful. Kurt sounds so gentle, so calm, so kind. As though if Blaine let him inside, he’d scoop him up in his arms and hold him close and whisper gentle reassurances in his ear. As though he would card his hands through Blaine’s curls and kiss his forehead and hold him close.

And Blaine wants that. Wants to be held more than he’s ever wanted anything in his life. He’s more alone than ever, and completely helpless, and Kurt sounds so understanding...

“Please,” says Blaine, voice thin and straining. “It’s... it’s not fair. You’re – you’re everywhere. Outside, in my head, in my mind...”

“Am I, now?” asks Kurt too quickly, his voice losing its comforting edge and at once filled with sudden sharp interest instead. He sounds intrigued, and leading, and very much pleased with himself. Blaine winces at the mistake, mentally kicking himself for giving something away that he shouldn’t have. Wake up, he tells himself sharply. Get a hold of yourself.

Part of him had begun to think that Kurt had been somehow giving him the dreams on purpose somehow, channelling something into his head during the night, but... Kurt had sounded pleasantly surprised at the information. Self-satisfied, like the cat who got the cream. Blaine almost expects gloating, but Kurt doesn’t say anything else. Just makes a soft, fascinated noise and lets silence fill the space between them.

It lasts for so long that Blaine almost starts to think that Kurt has left without saying goodbye – but as if on command, the sound of one nail being pulled twistingly down the doorframe jolts him out of the quiet and back into the present.

“You don’t have to feel this way, you know,” says Kurt softly – and the comforting tone is back again, schooling back into place. There is something almost apologetic in his tone. “You don’t have to feel bad anymore. Or lonely. It can all be over, Blaine, I promise. I can make it quick – almost painless. Or at least as painless as it can be. But...” He trails off, making a low noise in his throat. “If you keep doing this – running, and hiding, and making me wait... it’s just going making things more difficult.”

“For you,” says Blaine quietly, spite twisting up into the words. His mouth twists into a grimace.

“No, beautiful thing. For you.” The scrape of the nails is absent, as though Kurt has realized the habit and is forcing his hands to remain still. In a moment of stunned comprehension, it occurs to Blaine to wonder if Kurt is even doing it intentionally, or if it’s just instinctual for him to do whatever he can to frighten his prey. Blaine imagines Kurt leaning against the door, lips almost pressed up against it with his eyes squeezed shut in concentration. “All you have to do is invite me inside, and then you won’t have to worry about any of this again.”


The determined, ever-so-human part of him that isn’t drowned out by fear or hopelessness or guilt clings tighter as a result of the speech. Holds on fast to life out of instinct, out of being afraid and helpless and backed right into a corner.

Mind racing, Blaine clings to what he now knows. For whatever reason, Kurt can’t come out during the day – which means that Blaine can run. Get in a cab in the morning and go as fast as he can to the airport, buy a ticket out of here. Leave this city in the dust without a trace, find a way to transfer to another school to finish his degree. Staying with his parents is out of the question – Kurt knows their city, and he can’t believe he let slip so much about himself before it all, what an idiot he was – but Wes in Massachusetts will probably let him crash without too much notice. He’ll tuck himself away, far away. Get himself out of here before Kurt can find a way to catch him.

Wrapped up in his own desperate thoughts of escape and run and hide, Blaine doesn’t respond. And after a few minutes, Kurt lets out an amused laugh.

“We can do this for now, if you want. I’ll play the game. But know that if you run, Blaine – if you try to escape, or go get help, or leave? I will chase you.” The utter conviction in that high, clear voice gives Blaine chills that shake him right down to his centre. Blaine isn’t sure if he actually does suck in a quick breath of air, but Kurt continues on anyways.

“I’ll never stop, and I’ll never slow down. I won’t let anything get in my way. I could find you anywhere; it wouldn’t even be a challenge, lovely one. I would enjoy it.” Kurt lets out an almost sensual moan, deep in his throat, and it makes un-memories trail along the edges of Blaine’s brain.

The scrape of a single fingernail trailing fondly down the doorframe scratches along Blaine’s ears.

“I was hoping we could do this the easy way, Blaine. Nice and simple and straightforward, but no. You have to be stubborn. It’s one of the things I love best about you.” Kurt makes sound in his throat, and his tone hardens. “But it is happening, pretty thing. Whether you want it to or not. I can do this for years, Blaine. The waiting, the following.” He hums. “How long can you last?”

And with the slightest sound of shifting fabric outside in the hallway, Kurt is gone. No more voice, no more nails. Just the emptiness of the space, hollow without the monster to fill it up and make it far too real.

Shaking, Blaine lets out the breath he didn’t know he was holding in. The walls of his apartment feel tight and small around him. He lets out a gasp of relief, trying very hard to ignore how much like a sob the noise comes out as.


Continue here to part two.


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Oct. 13th, 2011 12:58 am (UTC)

*goes to read NOW!*
Oct. 14th, 2011 09:42 am (UTC)
AHHHHHHHH INDEED!! :D I'm so happy you're excited over this~! <3
Oct. 13th, 2011 01:14 am (UTC)
Guh! You updated! I feel the need to hand you some earmuffs, because *SQUEEEEE*
Oct. 14th, 2011 09:43 am (UTC)
I did, I did! I updated like a champ! *preens and looks around for cookies and cuddles*

Also, earmuffs might be a good idea. Eeeeee~! I hope you enjoy!
Oct. 14th, 2011 10:43 am (UTC)
*Huggles you tightly, and offers you a platter of Pepperidge Farm cookies and punch* Hi, lovely! Left you a GIANT review on Part 2. <3<3<3
Oct. 13th, 2011 02:15 am (UTC)
Run Blaine! Run!

Also I have no idea where this is headed & it is fascinating :)
Oct. 14th, 2011 09:44 am (UTC)
Run Blaine! Run! <--- indeed!!! Gogogo Blaine, go. ;__; Poor bb is so trapped.

I'm very excited to get into what happens in the later chapters, oh my goodness. <3 Thank you so much for reading!!
Oct. 13th, 2011 02:35 am (UTC)

Oct. 14th, 2011 09:45 am (UTC)
:D Thank you so much! I'm delighted that you're enjoying it!
Oct. 13th, 2011 03:58 am (UTC)
oh Emiliana, Do i even need to tell you what your work does to me? this is amazing. and such a perfect story for the month of October. hehe. Take your time and stuff, but I think it would be kind of fitting and perfect if this story all came to a head, or a close on the 31st. ha.

SO, Blaine. Blaine Blaine, Blaine. BB, oh i know your heart is breaking for the officers. I know you didn't mean to risk their lives, it really isn't your fault, you did the only thing you could think of, the only thing to make sense to you. because nothing else about this whole situation makes sense. My heart breaks for him really, because he's watching the news and he's feeling guilt, and then Kurt comes and tells him it's his fault, and of course he believes it. he was already thinking it. He's in a horrible situation that he can't get out of. it sucks. he has no where to turn, no where to hide, to place to run. God, the poor bb must be frightened out of his mind.

coincidentally,that whole thing with the dispatchers tracing calls? totally called it. I did. and I was actually wondering why police hadn't come to arrest him or at least seriously question him yet. I guess I have my answer. Kurt is a tricky one.

If it’s true that Kurt can only chase him during the day, Was that supposed to read night? because Kurt chasing him durring the day just doesn't make sense.

Running seems like a valid option, but I'm guessing Vampires are excellent trackers? especially when it's a sent that is particularly attractive to them?

I'm wondering if Blaine will believe Kurt this time or if he will test it again. is he really willing to put Wes, or David in the line of Fire to test that theory?

The invite in thing...I take it it's like in Buffy, public places are fair game, individual homes of any one are off limits. so are hotel rooms safe as well, if Blaine does try to run?

I'm falling more and more in love with your Vampire Kurt. He's so manipulative and seems completely evil right now, but I get the feeling that he's still multidimensional. that his motives,and intentions and actions are not all cut and dry to, I'm a vamp and this is just what comes naturally. I can't wait to see what more you do with the character.

So having said that, I will soldier on and continue reading. see you in Part two.

Oct. 15th, 2011 06:47 am (UTC)
Aheeeeee, as always seeing your lovely and insightful comments made me squeal with glee when I saw your name in my inbox. <3 Thank you so much for taking the time to leave feedback on both parts, oh my goodness, you. And aha, you're so right! It's sorta perfect for October, isn't it? I don't think the timing will quite line up in that way, but it's a wonderful dream. Vampire!fic for Halloween, mwahahahaha! ;D I'm so happy you're enjoying it!

And oh, Blaine. :( I'm glad that Blaine's reaction in the beginning felt realistic in all the right ways, and I can't even imagine how horrible the guilt would be. We all know that it isn't his fault, not really; but this is the boy who thought that leaving an unsafe environment after getting the shit beaten out of him was running away. Of course he blames himself, even if he did the what we're all trained to do from a young age. Blaine isn't responsible for Kurt's actions, no; but he feels as though he is. I love how you point out that of COURSE he believes Kurt when Kurt says it was his fault, because he was already thinking it himself. The idea was already planted and all Kurt had to do was fan the flame. And now? Now he's so very, very scared.

you did the only thing you could think of, the only thing to make sense to you. because nothing else about this whole situation makes sense <--- this. This sentiment, yes, exactly this.

You DID call the dispatcher aspect!!! :D I was so happy that someone noticed that, because I was dying over the fact that -- in my own mind at least -- there was that very obvious and problematic plot hole dangling over us that hadn't been resolved. And I wanted to be like "I promise I've thought of that! The answer is coming!!", but you were the only one who noticed. <3 Perceptive girl!! (And, oops, nope. That was a typo. *fixed*)

Running is difficult, especially since we've seen Kurt claim that he can follow Blaine wherever he goes at the end of their interaction. We don't actually know if that's true or not, but Kurt has made so many VERY REAL threats -- and then followed through on them -- that Blaine can't afford to not believe him. And so he's trapped. :( But Kurt most definitely has Blaine's scent, poor boy. Oh, dear. And you're very right; if he wanted to run to anyone, he would have to knowingly put them in very real danger. And I don't know if Blaine would be willing to do that to someone he cares about.

Hotel rooms are not safe. It has to be someone's home, and the vampire can only come inside if someone who lives there invites them in. If the person is dead, though, it's fair game. Great question!

Oooh, I'm so happy you're enjoying Kurt. He's... well, I won't say evil, because he would just correct me and say, 'I'm not evil, Emiliana, I'm just not human. Honestly.', haha. But he is most definitely manipulative, and ruthless, and willing to do most anything to get what he wants. But you're right in that there's definitely more there; we even see him being almost-kinda-sorta comforting (in his own way) in this chapter, which is a new element to him. I'm delighted that you're excited to see more of his motivations and background.

Thank you SO much for your lovely feedback, as always!!!!
Oct. 13th, 2011 04:00 am (UTC)
Oh...that was so scary!
Oct. 15th, 2011 07:17 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! I'm glad you're enjoying it!
Oct. 13th, 2011 04:11 am (UTC)
Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod, why do I do this to myself?! I know I don't have the time to read anything, I can not be late to my doctor's appointment - AND YET I CHECK TO SEE IF YOU HAVE UPDATED.

But I will not read it now.

I... will... not.


*scrolls to the top and starts reading*
Oct. 15th, 2011 07:18 am (UTC)
Oooooh, no!!! I hope you weren't late to your doctor's appointment, bb!! D:

But if you did go ahead and read it, I hope you enjoyed it and that it was worth it. XD XD XD

I'm happy you were so stoked to see an update!!
Oct. 13th, 2011 04:47 am (UTC)
NO you can't update NOW. I have an assignment due tomorrow ;_;

And I totally did not spend an hour yesterday doodling Kurt for this
Oct. 15th, 2011 07:20 am (UTC)
I'm so completely evil and timed it strategically. MWWAHAHAHAHA. XD (Although, bb, I hope you did well on your assignment! Best of luck!)

Also, WHAT. THERE ARE DOODLES. I WANT TO SEE THEM. CAN I SEE THEM? *squeals and dances around like an eager puppy* Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I'm so greedy; but hearing that people want to make art of my things just makes me so happy beyond words.

I hope you enjoyed, bb!
Oct. 15th, 2011 11:11 am (UTC)
IT'S NOT DONE YET :<<< (Translation: doodles have exploded into something full blown).

*Never* apologise, kay? <33 It's always lovely to have authors *want* to see your scribbles :))

I did enjoy, sorry I don't leave comments on the final parts, I seem to have a habit with doing that to your fic, I'm sorry XD <3
Oct. 13th, 2011 07:06 am (UTC)
Look this is ridiculous, I'm writing this after the first 6 paras, and you've already made me so miserable. I'm DROWNING in Blaine's guilt and self hate here. :( (lol, not actually mad at you, just feeling your characters too much as usual XD)

O.M.G. I just finished reading this part.... I'm at a lost to explain how I feel about this Kurt... So.. he really wants to kill Blaine? Or is the omission of what Kurt is planning to do with Blaine just a mind game he want to inflict on Blaine?.... *I am in misery, there ain't nobody who can comfort me* right now i'm bursting into song, fantastic. I semi hate the game that Kurt is playing on Blaine,singling him out, isolating him, drawing boundaries that he knows Blaine won't cross. It's so trapping and nerve wreaking for Blaine....

And Kurt being so casual about killing humans cause he's not a human is so very eye catching. It's like how humans kill animals, tearing lambs from their parents and slaughtering cows and chickens for meat. Something I feel very strongly about, btw. I've been a vegetarian my whole life for this exactly, avoiding the cruelty to animals. (It started with my mom) Excellent point of view there.

Blaine... poor Blainey... God this fic is so dark and twisted.. That part where he heard Kurt rubbing circles into the door? It's so....messed up! Example, in Body, Kurt wanted the physical comfort near the end, from his family, from Blaine, from people who he loved and people who love him. And here Blainey is stuck wanting comfort, but basically from the vamp who is trying to KILL him, cause he knows if he brings anyone else into this, they're going to get hurt!?! I'm like (insert GIF with a very lost hopeless face and someone saying WHAT??!! in a semi defeated way)

oh man... Kurt is messing with Blaine so much and Blaine NEEDS to get himself out of his funk and do something and oh god, why? why? I still want Klaine together, no matter what, but this fic is making me shake in my chair. FEELING too much for Blaine right now.. I def want to bundle him up and make Kurt stop tormenting him, but then this fic wouldn't be half as fascinating.

And just because I love comparing your fics against one another to see how different you are able to make it, I'm just gonna ramble for a second. The dynamic of this relationship is unique, as usual. In Body, Kurt was being trapped by Karofsky, whom he hated, but in LOTR he was being trapped by Blaine who he loved, and who didn't necessarily mean to hurt him. But HERE, Blainey is trapped by Kurt who does like/'love' him, and is purposefully and knowingly trapping him... and I'm here like (Insert similar GIF as earlier).

Jeez, i need to go to the next part now and find out what's going on. Excuse me, see you in the next comment section XD

Also, if you are considering podfic-ing this, PLEASE GOD PLEASE DO. I already read the fic in my head in your voice XD
Oct. 15th, 2011 08:59 am (UTC)
HERE I AM I AM RESPONDING TO YOU BB. XD XD XD (I love that you noticed that I skipped you in the hour and twenty minutes it took me to go back to you, on my goodness lovely. <3 I love how eager you are!

In any case, oh noes! D: I'm sorry to have made you miserable after six paragraphs, but also... yay? That was very much the mood I was hoping to convey, and 'drowning' is very much an accurate term for how Blaine is feeling it the beginning of the chapter. He can't feel anything else because it's all numbed out by the unbelievable heavyness of the guilt, and we all know how much Blaine feels things. :(

Kurt... well. We're definitely going to see more of exactly what Kurt wants from Blaine later on in the story. I will say, however, that the two of them are not necessarily on the same wavelength when they're communicating with one another: we only get to see Blaine's perspective, which is limiting when it comes to knowing what Kurt is actually thinking -- especially since he does play these games. The uncertainty is potentially helpful for Kurt, though, because it keeps Blaine scared and uncertain and isolated. He's trapping Blaine in, keeping him penned up and trapped, and there's so little that Blaine can do about it.

It's like how humans kill animals, tearing lambs from their parents and slaughtering cows and chickens for meat. <--- This is actually a very, VERY good way of putting it. Ooooh, well-put, bb! This was one of those 'almost-ideas' that I was trying to convey, but I couldn't quite put into words myself, so thank you for that! Kurt isn't human; he sees himself as being something more than human, and thus killing people just doesn't matter that much. He has the power, and doesn't feel real compunctions about hurting these 'lesser' beings.

I'm delighted you caught the 'rubbing circles into the door' part. An action that, if it were on a person? Would ordinarily be very comforting. But because of the circumstances, it becomes threatening instead. I'm really pleased that you picked that part out. And you're right; this fic is definitely rather dark and twisted!! It is vampire lit, though, so I think that's fairly ordinary in vampire stories? At least the ones I'm familiar with, haha. :)

And what a wonderful parallel to "Body"!! I'm a little bit fixated with the human need for physical contact; the instinctive desire to reach out and touch the people around you, to be touched to get comfort, and how that natural trait can be confused and turned on its head. Blaine knows what Kurt will do if he gets his hands on him, and yet in that moment? He really wanted the physical comfort being offered. What a confusing and horrible place to be in.

Kurt is definitely messing with him, although I think it's a little bit in his nature to be so terribly manipulative and ruthless. :/ Oh, Kurt. Blaine would love for someone to come and bundle him up, too!! But he has no idea what to do, and nowhere to go, and he's just getting more and more frayed and lost and has no one to turn to. :(

*blinks* Wow! I love trapping people, don't I? It's funny, because all of those fics are so DIFFERENT in tone, but there's that running strand of connection there. Thanks for pointing that out, hmmm! That's some real food for thought!!!

And to answer your question about a podfic: I don't actually know! I have two podfics by non-me authors lined up for when I find time, so those would have to come first. But maybe one day? It'd be LONG, is the only thing, haha! "Body"'s podfic took a long time, so doing smaller podfics is appealing right now. :) But I WILL say that I've definitely been practicing my 'creepy Kurt' voice when I'm alone in the house, haha, so there's that! I LOVE that your read my things in my voice though, oh my gosh! I've incepted your brain!! XD

Thank you so much for your lovely comments as always, lovely!! I'll see you in the second part, as well. ;) So happy you're enjoying this!
Oct. 15th, 2011 05:35 pm (UTC)
OMG I'm sorry for disappearing earlier! I replied to the msg and then my internet shot to hell :( Not sure what happened there. Then of course I had to go eat dinner etc so.. Yea, Here I am!! XD

Haha! I love reading your replies to comments XD It's awesome being able to hear what's going on in your head. Some fascinating stuff has come out from it after all XD XD So of course I'm always eagerly awaiting your replies XD

No, total yay for making me feel so miserable. It just reflects how immersed in the story I am XD I can't wait to hear what Kurt is actually thinking. I realize that Blaine's thought process would be highly laced with fear and every action and thing that Kurt does would weigh in differently because Blaine is so terrified. I just really want to know what's happening next and what Kurt is going to do XD.

Glad that you liked the metaphor with the animals XD Like I said, it's something that I feel strongly about. And I have to explain to people often why I'm a vegetarian, so while it's something that is just part of me, it's also something that stays in the forefront of my brain when meeting people. I totally understand this Kurt's point of view and it totally makes sense.

The rubbing the door scene.. I love the implications and that parallel-ness XD I can imagine being that trapped sometimes, but it is always so temporary with my mood swings. Living in a constant of THAT would be horrible.

Kurt like this is pretty awesome, cause so far there really hasn't been any leeway in his character trait of being determined to get what he wants. The whole inhuman-ness is such a strong part of Kurt. It's like he's so true to himself, and not compromising for anything. Even though who he is is pretty damn scary, he doesn't let up. Kinda like canon Kurt isn't it? XD

For whatever reason, I tend to identify whoever is being trapped and caged, so I notice these things when I read. I dunno why, maybe it's subconscious and misplaced desire to know what it feels like for real, since my life has been very liberal and free of first/second hand experience such crap (Which I am always eternally grateful for, don't get me wrong) For some reason, the situation fascinates me.

I have listed my demands in the second part comment which I will definitely put into action if need be XD

You're welcome for the comments, you know I love giving them cause there's always so much to talk about in your fics XD
Oct. 13th, 2011 11:23 am (UTC)
This is so brilliant is killing me. Going to read part 2, this fic is my addiction right now
Oct. 13th, 2011 11:27 am (UTC)
Just one thing. I am sorry, but my Italian blood is boiling at the idea of somene eating pasta after putting it in the fridge. I am sorry Blaine, you cannot do that, not even if you can't leave the house because a vampire wants to kill you. It's blasphemy çOç
Oct. 15th, 2011 07:22 am (UTC)
Man, Blaine is already committing some utter pasta atrocities, so this is really just the icing on the cake. I mean, he didn't even make the sauce himself, it's pre-made tomato sauce from a jar. That, to me, is an even worse pasta-sin. *shakes head in shame*

I'll pass on your disappointment to him, haha. It's definitely even more pasta blasphemy than he's already committed!!
Oct. 16th, 2011 04:24 pm (UTC)
I could forgive the pre-made tomato sauce, really. It's bad but not as bad as cooking pasta and putting it in the fridge, the simple idea makes me want to throw up xd
(When I was in Denmark and shared a fridge I forced my housemates to stop doing that because it made me sick xd).
Blaine, I am sorry but I think you deserve becoming Kurt's dinner u___u
Oct. 15th, 2011 07:20 am (UTC)
I'm so happy that you're enjoying it, oh my goodness! <3 Livejournal word limits are silly, though. I can't believe I had to split this into two parts, blargh. XD Thanks for sticking with me through large chapters, hon!
Oct. 15th, 2011 10:38 am (UTC)
this story is SOOOOOOOO good! I can't believe how amazing it is to read this story. And the best thing is that I have absolutely no idea where this story is going and that is without a doubt the best part of it. It's amazing. I'm always excited to see you update. =D

*goes to read part 2 now*

Oct. 16th, 2011 01:27 am (UTC)
Poor Blaine, he must feel so ridiculous trying to research vampires. He needs the Scoobies to help him do research!

The tiniest shift in the air, almost a change of feel more than it is a sound, and then –

“Hello, pretty.”

Is Kurt just super stealthy because he's a predator? Or did he actually just appear? Either way, I love it.

There is a deep inhalation of breath from outside, followed by a tiny noise of amusement.

I love this too. That habit of Kurt's is probably the creepiest thing about him. Also, I really hope there's more about this connection that they have. Kurt seems to have some degree of control over Blaine, but what exactly is it and how strong is the connection?

The way that Kurt questions Blaine about his coat was so Sherlock, hahaha. And Blaine was just as oblivious as John always is. I love it. And of course, even as a vampire, Kurt is still highly conscious of fashion.

“I was hoping we could do this the easy way, Blaine. Nice and simple and straightforward, but no. You have to be stubborn. It’s one of the things I love best about you.” Kurt makes sound in his throat, and his tone hardens. “But it is happening, pretty thing. Whether you want it to or not. I can do this for years, Blaine. The waiting, the following.” He hums. “How long can you last?”

Okay, THAT is one of the most terrifying things that Kurt has said or done in this entire fic.

Oct. 16th, 2011 11:35 am (UTC)
*gasp* I honestly thought Blaine wouldn't say or think "vampire" right off the bat. But hey, less beating around the bush!

Onward I go to the next part!
Oct. 17th, 2011 11:05 pm (UTC)
Oh dearie me! Just when I finally had a breather in months, I see you've written novels worth of new fic. I wish I could read it all, but time and not being in this fandom is putting a bit of a damper on that plan. I'm absolutely thrilled, though, that writing is suiting you just peachy.

I have absolutely no idea who these people are (I must have purged the scant Glee knowledge I had whilst cramming for exams) and vampires aren't really my thing, but you've just done such a good job darling. Even though it's not my cup of tea at all, I still enjoyed it.

One big thing: I adore how Kurt actually kills people, which is admittedly a strange thing to adore, but I'm sick of wimpy vampires (and wimpy vampires that don't follow The Vampire Rules at all because there's artistic license, and then there's complete disregard for the genre). Kurt is honestly a breath of fresh air in that regard, completely predatory and perhaps not vile per say, but manipulative. ♥♥♥♥
Oct. 30th, 2011 02:37 am (UTC)
This is insanely good. Kurt as a villian is chilling in itself, but Kurt as a vampire - WELL. He is SO Kurt Hummel-as-a-vampire that it's downright fucking creepy-sexy. I have a bit of a kink for dark-and-controlling Kurt anyway, but this? THIS. Perfection is not a strong enough word.

I love that you made this as dark as you did. I love that you had the cahones to make Kurt straight-up soulless. You did an absolutely perfect job and I don't even know what I want to have happen - I have this conditioned, entrenched desire to see Kurt and Blaine always end up together in every single fic, but in this fic "end up together" means "Kurt gets off and gets lunch, and bye-bye Blaine." But I don't want Kurt to die...though I would rather see Kurt die than see Blaine die...you know, I think you may have actually broken my brain a little here.
I honestly have no idea what you have in store for us, but I know that whatever you do, it will be fantastic.

And sweetie? You really kind of definitely are a supernatural writer. You should consider embracing it, because you are incredible at it.
Dec. 13th, 2011 03:25 am (UTC)
I'm back! For one more chapter anyhow (how can a Latin final be so close and so far away at the same time? I don't know, all I know is as a result, I have no life right now).

Aaaah! "Hello, pretty." I love it! It's like River Song talking to the Doctor only even more psychotic.

Breaking away from the action in the story for a minute, I find my feelings about this AU pairing...confusing. I honestly can't tell what Kurt wants out of it (or even if he knows himself of is just operating on instinct), and I don't know what I want, either. Ultimately I'd like to say I'm all for Klaine sexy-fun-times, but your vampires aren't nice and Blaine is, and I just can't sort out how you're going to resolve that. It's all very intriguing :)

Kurt loves that Blaine is selfish and I love that Kurt loves that.

Let talk about the pet names now! Because Kurt just called Blaine a "good boy" and damn. Given that Kurt is treating Blaine like a freaking pet right now, and the fact that it's not something Blaine's on board with, I shouldn't be finding this as hot as I do, but your submissive Blaine is so fantastic.

Kurt's just...he's so inhuman (which I'll also use as my justification for thinking it's kind of hot when he manipulates Blaine like that - a more animalistic way of processing emotion, or something. IDEK, just go with it), but I love how everything is big game to him. It's so incongruous with what Blaine is feeling.

On to part to! I'll see if I can get through it without getting interrupted (one of those weeks haha).
Mar. 9th, 2012 10:46 pm (UTC)
scariest awesome ever
Mar. 10th, 2012 08:54 pm (UTC)
I have reached the point where I can't really see how Klaine could really happen. One possible way: Blaine mindfucks Kurt into falling in love with him by conversing with him through the door. but Blaine can't do that, and Kurt seems too smart for it. Kinda.
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