I had every intention of just writing a cute little tropey drabble and then…
~3200 words of vampire!Cheerio!Kurt and werewolf!jock!Blaine
I DON’T EVEN KNOW
UPDATE: It’s now a verse! The out-of-chronological-order verse thus far:
“Kurt, come on. Take some.”
“Just a little bit. Like a sip.”
“You have an odd definition of what a sip looks like.”
“Coach Sylvester will have your ass if you’re—”
“Coach Sylvester can kiss my ass. She doesn’t scare me. Get your arm out of my face,” Kurt hissed.
Blaine sat back a little on the locker room bench and squeezed the bridge of his nose between his fingers. Kurt had missed his usual morning feed; Burt was in Washington, Carole was still on a shift at the hospital, and Finn had taken advantage of both facts by spending the night at Rachel’s. Now, between the hunger and the ensuing headache, Kurt was getting crabby and sluggish, and his already pale complexion had taken on a sickly, grayish tint that made his red Cheerios uniform look garish against his skin. Kurt liked to keep his vampire needs separate from the rest of his life, and so refused to feed at school, but this was ridiculous, Blaine thought, given the increasing urgency of the situation, and frankly, it was pissing Blaine off.
“Fine.” Blaine’s voice inched a little higher as he spat, “Pass out while you’re lifting Brittany above your head and maaaybe I can stop Santana before she tries to kill you. You don’t smell right, by the way.”