"More," a voice like velvet whispered out.
Kurt leaned forward, offering himself.
"More," the voice ordered this time.
The young countertenor tilted his head back, exposing his neck, a small whimper leaving the grace of his lips as he felt a fleeting touch graze over his neck. Kurt felt heated, hot. He felt tingles run up and down his spine and a warm heat pool in his lower stomach.
"Kurt," The voice said hastily. "Are you sure you want to? Once I start-"
"Yes," The younger boy said in a voice he couldn't even recognise as his own. He licked his lips and let his eyes trail up to the caramel-flecked green ones. Only now they had a ring of black around them, it was- "Beautiful..."
"So we're talking about you know, are we?" The curly haired boy chuckled darkly as Kurt tried to move his body closer. "Blaine," He puffed. "Do it, I want this, I want-"
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
"What was that?" Blaine said pulling away. Kurt stumbled backwards and frowned, "It's really loud."
The two boys looked around but then Kurt noticed something. "Blaine!" He exclaimed, his voice getting higher with panic, "Why are you fading?"
The smaller boy looked down to his now translucent hands and gasped slightly, "I-I don't..."
His voice then trailed off, becoming quiet.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
Kurt's eyes opened wider and deep frown lines formed in his forehead and he reached out to grab Blaine but his hand slid right through him, right through his body and Kurt was getting more and more scared and he whispered, "Blaine, what?"
"I'm sorry..." Blaine's voice trailed off and then-
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
Kurt gasped and sat up in his bed, the covers falling down to his waist. The countertenor looked round his room and hit his alarm clocks snooze button.
It was just a dream. You're just stressed... Audition for glee club today... Kurt's thought, although they were all jumbled up in his mind. He ran a hand trough his messy hair, puffing out his breath. "Was an odd dream though," he muttered.
After yesterdays English class, Kurt became a bit wary. He hadn't spoken to Blaine since he noticed how pointy his teeth were; it kind of freaked Kurt out, but it wasn't as if Blaine had tried to drink his blood or anything. He'd been perfectly polite and who was to say he was a vampire? Loads of things had sharp teeth.
Yeah like werewolves.
Kurt shook his head, it was really too early to be thinking about this stuff.
School went on as normal, he didn't see sight of Blaine until Lunch and when he did he noticed the boy was sitting around a table with plenty of people.
They didn't seem scared of him.
One thing that did sort of bother Kurt was how he was sitting with the jocks. Many jocks seemed to be lacking any intelligence and were very closed minded, or at least they were at Kurt's last school.
All of the football players were wearing the typical varsity jackets, everyone but Blaine.
Without realizing he'd been staring off into space, Rachel tugged at his arm, nearly knocking his food tray to the floor. He glared at the back of her head but sat down nonetheless.
"Kurt, this is Mercedes," Rachel said, pointing the plus sized girl who sat in front of Kurt. This girl had a beautiful smile; Kurt couldn't help but grin at her.
Something he never did, might he add. It was weird, but not a bad weird.
"She's an empath."
That would explain it, Kurt thought.
"Nice to meet you, Kurt" She nodded in the countertenor's direction, "You have nice fashion taste," she complimented.
Kurt gave a laugh, although it came out as more of a cute giggle. "You like my fashion taste? I think we're going to be great friends, Mercedes."
The empath gave him a wink and then they both split into giggles, "I like you, white boy!"
Rachel looked between them both and grinned, "Kurt's auditioning for glee. He's a countertenor, we sung together yesterday."
Mercedes rolled her eyes, "You sure don't waste any time, do you, Berry?"
Rachel probably should have been offended but instead she just grinned even wider and started muttering how she'd got this one in the bag. The two newly met friends just shook their heads and began indulging in conversation as they ate.
After lunch, Kurt walked back to the yellow Choir room.
Rachel walked ahead while Kurt and Mercedes watched as she practically skipped down the corridors. "Is she constantly on sugar or something?"
Mercedes just smiled sympathetically, "You'll learn to block her out."
Kurt stifled a laugh as they turned into the choir room - it appeared that they were the first to arrive. Mercedes bade good luck to Kurt and took her seat while Rachel and Kurt made their way to Mr Schue.
The teacher shuffled a few papers around and then turned to greet Rachel and usher he to sit down before she started talking again. "Kurt Hummel?"
"Yep."
"Well, it'll be nice to finally have another human in glee club-"
"-You do realize how utterly weird that sounds right?" Kurt asked.
Mr Schue laughed and shrugged, "Weird world we live in these days. I'm the glee club's director. I also come from a line of shape shifters."
Kurt nodded; he'd met a fair few shape shifters in his time. "Will you be okay to audition today? I really don't want to pressure you, Rachel just kind of insisted... "
"It's fine. I've got a song planned."
Mr Schue rubbed his hands together, "Great!"
The middle-aged teacher turned around to face the class. It would appear while the two men were talking, the rest of the glee club filed in. The first person Kurt noticed was Blaine. The curly haired teenager was looking away from Kurt, his eyes focusing on the door that he'd probably just come through.
"Today, we have a new member," Rachel clapped enthusiastically, her eyes glinting. Everyone looked at her, including Kurt. Eventually her clapping subdued.
"Now that the clapping seal has subsided," the Latina girl at the back said cuttingly.
"Anyway," Mr Schue continued, "This is Kurt Hummel."
"Is he a nymph?" The blonde girl that was sitting next to the rude Latina said. Kurt frowned. Did he really look like a snow nymph?
"Yeah, you do actually" The male Asian said from the other side of the room.
Did I say that out loud, or-?
"Nope," He grinned, "I'm Mike, and I'm also a telepath. "
"Right..." Kurt said, unnerved. These sure were a bunch.
"Well, before we all get introduced, why don't you get on with your song, Kurt?"
The countertenor nodded and turned to the man sitting at the piano with a small smile. He handed him a few pages of sheet music from his bag carefully. The shape-shifter teacher went and sat in one of the seats as the music from the piano started playing.
Kurt let his eyes drift over the teenagers in the classroom. As the familiar keys of the piano started, Kurt took a sharp breath.
"When somebody loved me, everything was beautiful..." He noticed Blaine was watching him with slight recognition in his eyes.
The countertenor let his eyes slide close, "Every hour we spent together lives within my heart."
Kurt's thoughts drifted subconsciously towards the one person he was singing this song to. He remembered books at night, forts made from sheets, baking together and he imagined her sitting in the audience, listening and proud.
This would always be Kurt's song to his mother. Maybe it was a bit too personal to sing for an audition but Kurt couldn't help it, he loved this song. He loved his mother.
"And when she was sad, I was there to dry her tears. And when she was happy so was I..." Kurt let his fingers slide against the beautiful piano, eyes slowly opening, "When she loved me..."
The countertenor noticed that Rachel was perched at the end of her seat, obviously waiting for Kurt to hit the next note perfectly, which he did by the way.
"Through the summer and the fall, we had each other that was all... Just she and I together, like it was meant to be..." Kurt smiled as he noticed the looks on the members of the glee clubs face.
The blonde butterfly-girl Quinn sat watching Kurt as he continued to sing. On her face was a small smile that seemed to speak a thousand words and when she caught Kurt looking, she gave him a tiny thumbs up. Kurt felt his heart swell at this very moment.
"So the years went by, I stayed the same," he sung, walking to the other side of the room, his hands clasped behind his back and his voice hitting every note.
As Kurt walked, he let his eyes land on Blaine who looked astonished, but deep down in his eyes Kurt felt something else move. It looked as if Blaine was looking right into him but through him at the same time.
Kurt glanced away because he could feel tears forming in his eyes and he really didn't want to crack this next note "And she began to drift away, and I was left alone... Still I waited for the day, when she'd say 'I will always love you'..."
The countertenor hated that line, but in some weird sadistic way he loved it too. He continued through the song and then geared himself up for last line.
"When she... loved... me..." He whispered it just perfectly and soon the piano stopped.
There was an awkward silence in the classroom where no one seemed to breathe. Then suddenly Rachel sniffled and everyone began clapping or letting out some compliment. Kurt stood, stuck to the spot as he watched everyone talk about how wonderful his voice was.
Eventually Mr Schue clapped too, "So, should we let Kurt join?"
Ranges of the word yes filled the room, mostly enthusiastic shouts, and Kurt smiled.
"Well," The teacher said, standing up, "Welcome to New Directions!"
Mr Schue went to clap a hand on Kurt's shoulder, but Kurt managed to avoid it.
He still wasn't that comfortable about people touching him. Mr Schue seemed to ignore it though and told Kurt to sit down.
Kurt took the seat furthest away from the jocks and the one even further away from Blaine. He still hadn't managed to work out his dream but he sure as hell knew it wasn't good.
Not good at all.
AN: This is my longest chapter yet! Hope you all read it through okay... Not really a lot of Blaine here and you still have no idea what he is yet... Should probably stop dragging it out. You'll find out in the next chapter, i promise!
The song was: When somebody loved me – Sarah McLachlan. – I really want Kurt to sing this in season three. So bad.
Anyway, Reviews are welcomed.
