I Don’t Know Why I Can’t Stay Away From You.

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Raymond couldn’t help but follow the blond out of the Glee Classroom. He knew some of what he had said had been hurtful to Quinn, but the fact remained that Mr. Corcoran was his father and in some ways, he felt like the man deserved a chance to be the father he’d never been for Raymond. He hurried to grab the blond’s shoulder, “Quinn.” He sighed and turned the blond around, “I’m sorry, Okay? I know it can’t be easy to not have your son be yours, but…you can have more children. Even maybe with Noel. But…Mr. Corcoran cant.” He raised one shoulder, “He lost his chance with me, and he’s just trying to make it right.”

Quinn froze when Raymond grabbed his shoulder, quickly wiping his eyes before the other boy saw the tears in his eyes. He’d knew Ray would come after him, but it still felt pretty nice that he even bothered doing it. He frowned down at the brunette as he was turned around, hand on his hip as he listened. “But I don’t want other children, Raymond, I want my baby. The one I got kicked out of my house for. The one I lost everything for. He just wants him because he was a damn sperm donor, not a father. I was a father, Ray,” he said, gritting his teeth. “Can’t he make it right with some other kid? Can’t he just butter it up with you to get his daddy feelings? I need my baby, Ray. I need him or I’ll…” Quinn let out an irritated sigh. “Why do you even give a crap? you hate me, remember?”

I Hope You Don’t Mind

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It had been two weeks since Jesse had brought Blaine to Castle St James. Two weeks that Blaine had spent resting, and healing. His hips had been in bad shape. The fang-banger’s selection of bed mates over the last few years had left his hips brittle. Likely, left untreated, it would have only been a few months before he found himself with a broken him. Jesse remembered the painful recovery that Kurt had gone through, with aid from Vampires, and he could only imagine what the recovery would be like for a human without the age old knowledge of medicine and how the body worked.

But it had been two weeks, two weeks of long walks, calcium enriched drinks, hours of sleep, food whenever he wanted it, two weeks of talks. Jesse had learned of Blaine’s little brother, and how his family had damn near disowned him for being gay. Jesse had told Blaine about growing up as the unwanted son. His brother was already the crown prince, they had no need to deal with a second son with Human sympathies. He told Blaine about his time with the army, running away from something he never mentioned.

Jesse refused to mention Kurt. The brunette with soft glasz eyes and porcelain skin was still a very painful memory, and Jesse was doing his best to not allow the dark haired, hazel eyed man in. The last thing he needed was to fall in love with another fragile Human destined to die either by his own hand, or by the hand of someone who wanted to hurt Jesse, or just by the old age that plagues all humans. Jesse’s nature as a vampire should have been to disdain the humans for their frailty but instead, he sympathized with them. He ached when one of the aging gardeners went missing, never to return. Death to most Vampires was a far off, untouchable element, but for Jesse, whose life was so entangled with the taking of life and humanity, that he had become aware. Death scared him, and the pain he felt made him eager to avoid it, to love Blaine was, to eventually feel the pain of losing him, and Jesse didn’t believe in making vampires.

However, it didn’t stop him from taking his pet— he always called Blaine pet—it was a soft, affectionate name, not the derogatory tone he had once used, out to some of the fanciest restaurants in the Human world. There, Blaine could be safe, and Jesse was untouchable, of course. But as able as Jesse would be to protect the ex-stripper, he didn’t particularly want to deal with Vampires. Not to mention, vampire restaurants served a human, strapped to a table and told you to dig in. The human had been filled with additives to make the blood sweet. Kind of like the way Jesse’s meals were choc full of sex hormones. Jesse hated killing for his meals, but it was the one facet of his personality that he had come to terms with.

He wrapped an arm around Blaine’s waist as they walked into the swanky atrium. “So most of these people, businessmen, artists, movie starts, they all  know me. I’m the easiest to deal with of the royal family.” Jesse cracked a smile, his fangs glistening in the low lighting, “Likely they’ll want to know who you are, what you’re doing with me, do you remember the official story?” Jesse kissed Blaines forehead, “Have I mentioned you look lovely?” He touched the necklace Blaine wore, Jesse’s ‘collar’, smiling affectionately.

It had been about three weeks since Jesse had kidnapped him and taken him away from the strip club. Three weeks (more or less, it was hard to keep track of time in this place, especially trying to be on a vampire’s schedule) of doctor visits and check ups, of meeting vampires and learning their culture. Of being dressed up like a doll in tight clothes and being pampered like he was made of glass. Jesse hardly ever let him out of his sight, and when he did, he had a guard watch him. Blaine didn’t mind though. He liked it here. Especially when they moved to the castle a few days after his initial arrival. Brittany and Santana had come along with them, and he’d made fast friends with the cook, so at least he wasn’t on Santana’s bad side. But mostly all of his time was taken up by Jesse.

His handsome prince charming, who had a shitty attitude and didn’t really enjoy talking about himself, only carefully planned speeches about the army and the woes of being second to everyone (Blaine knew that feeling well). Blaine had tried to keep his secrets to himself, but Jesse just had this way of making him spit the information out. He told about his brother, Shane, and his parents, who were never around, his school life, his obsession with singing and the stage. The reason he went into stripping spilled after a little bit of pestering. Jesse had been saying how sad it was he was throwing his body around, but Blaine had to correct him. He loved stripping. Sure, it was dirty and sometimes gross, but he loved it and he felt so empowered. Jesse would argue but Blaine wouldn’t hear it. Needless to say, the vampire showered by himself the next morning.

But Blaine… he was really starting to like Jesse. A lot. Like… really like him. Which sucked, because Jesse just refused to let Blaine in. He had this invisible wall of cold, harsh, don’t-touch-my-fragile-heart ice that Blaine couldn’t past, no matter how hard he tried. And he knew that wall was named Kurt, but Blaine didn’t want to push Jesse to telling him about the mysterious human. Jesse always got upset when the ‘K’ word was brought up, and he didn’t want that Rage turned upon him. But he… he was falling for the vampire. Which had to be the stupidest thing he’d ever done. Ever.

He could hear Jesse talking about something as they walked into one of the swankified places they usually went out to. Probably about keeping up appearances. He heard something about movie stars, but was a bit distracted by the hand on his waist. He looked up when Jesse said something to him, raising an eyebrow at the vampire. “I-I’m sorry, what did you say?” he asked, melting a little when Jesse kissed his forehead and touched the necklace. He didn’t really like it all that much, but it was the one thing keeping him from becoming a snack, so he wore it proudly. “Uh, not in the past hour, no,” he teased, smirking up at him. “Let’s go get a table. People are staring at me and it’s weird because I have clothes on,” he mumbled into Jesse’s ear, making a joke out of his own discomfort.

I’ve Got No Time For Feeling Sorry

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Jesse let out a chuckle, “ I know.” He said, his hips finding their rotation that pressed Reed close. Jesse’s hands ran down the slim boy’s front, resting low on his hips, his hands making a triangle that arched towards his cock. Then, of course, he had to go ahead and turn around, and Jesse’s hands found their way onto a shapely ass, which he squeezed instantly, his brain firing faster than normal, as his body rocked into the strawberry-blonds. His lips raised when Reed mentioned that he didn’t look like the clubbing type, simply keeping his mouth shut, neither agreeing or disagreeing to what he was saying. Jesse was more of a fuck-first, talk later kind of a guy. And with this boy, he would be an idiot to pass up a chance to fuck him.

Reed pulled him out of the crowd, and towards the backrooms Jesse knew so well. Jesse stopped Reed and pressed him against the wall, quickly, with a dominating kind of growl before he leaned down to hiss in Reed’s ear, “Do we want your room, or mine.” He smirked against the skin, his lips flush against it before he started to kiss his way down the boy’s neck, stopping at the collar of the shirt he wore, “You know I’m surprised they even let teenagers in here. Doesn’t mommy need to know where you are at all times?” Jesse knew it was unnecessary to say but they boy had basically called him an addict. Two could play that game. He rolled his hips against the smaller mans, “Jail bait always was my favorite past time.”

Jesse tugged Reed forward, taking the reigns of this parade and pulling him into his room, his hand reaching back to quickly type in the password before opening it. Jesse’s private room was quiet, refined, and dark. The lights were low and the décor was black or dark brown, and there was soft music in the background. Jesse smirked, “Not bad for someone who isn’t used to the high end, huh?” He pressed Reed back towards the bed, “I’ve heard a lot about you, Mr. Van Kamp. None of them were good except for your bedroom skills.”

Reed glared when Jesse growled in that dominating kind of way, growling right back at the man as he was shoved up against the wall. His eyebrows knitted together when Jesse hissed in his ear. He had a room? Bullshit. He didn’t even dress nice enough to have a room. “Your room, unless you’re bluffing to impress me,” he said with a smirk, breathing hitching as the man started kissing down his neck, head dropping back against the wall behind him. Reed was happy he’d picked a top with a low collar, because he couldn’t get enough of those soft lips against his flushed skin. He snorted when Jesse asked that, trying not to get too pissed off. He knew Jesse was getting him back for calling him a druggie. “Mommy turns a blind eye if I don’t do anything illegal. Besides, I’m almost nineteen. I think I’m adult enough to handle a place like this.” He rolled his eyes, grunting as Jesse rolled their hips together, pushing Reed further against the wall. “Oh great. Just my luck to pick up a guy with a children kink. Hate to kill that boner of yours, but I’m not underage, Jesse.”

Reed frowned as he was dragged, trying not to trip over his own feet, gripping Jesse’s shoulder so he didn’t fall. That would be embarrassing, to say the least. “Fucking hell. Slow down, you spaz,” Reed hissed at him, finally getting his footing again before being pushed into Jesse’s private room. It was… nice, to say, the least. Not as nice as Reed’s, but he was certainly impressed. He did have taste, although a little color, maybe some gold or blood red, would have been nice. “Not bad at all. I’m impressed, although you need better lighting in here.” He backed up toward the bed, falling back onto the soft sheets. He prayed they’d been cleaned since the last visitor to this room. “Oh? Well at least people have been being honest about me,” he said with a smirk.

The young man reached up, hand cupping the back of Jesse’s neck, pulling him into a deep kiss, biting and sucking at his bottom lip. “How’d you know it was me, though? See my face in an art magazine or something?” he asked, kissing his way down over Jesse’s jaw and neck, biting him firmly, leaving a mark, but not breaking the skin. He rolled them over with a grunt, fitting his knees between Jesse’s legs and spreading them, grinding down against the taller man. “You look awfully familiar, though. What’s your full name, gorgeous?” he asked, fingers tracing the shape of his lips, leaning down to kiss him again deeply, although he wasn’t as rough this time, all tongue and sucking lips. He rested his elbows on Jesse’s chest, smirking down at him, watching his wild eyes and they way his breathing seemed to be faster than it normally should. “You know I’m not going to fuck you if you’re high like this, right? Which makes our night decidedly less fun, but there’s always the possibility of next time if you can impress me without shoving your dick up my ass.” Reed smirked, hands rubbing down his chest, rocking his hips down against Jesse, gripping his thighs firmly. “What do you say, beautiful?”

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I’ve Got No Time For Feeling Sorry

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No one was really very surprised when Jesse St. James came out as pansexual. It hadn’t been a big deal; half the performers on Broadway were gay or bisexual anyway, so it wasn’t unheard of in the business. The people that had been surprised were Jesse’s friends. In their eyes, he’d never been with anyone other than a woman, but they didn’t know a very different side of the Broadway star. They saw the Jesse that was put together, they didn’t realize who Jesse really was.

He had never meant to get into the drugs, but now, well, he was a mess of a human being. He had to have something; speed, coke, pills, something. Something to make him forget that he was supposed to be a respectable young 20 year old man. He wanted to remember what it was like to be carefree, to dance with other men and not flinch and worry about how the press was going to spin it this time. His life underground, his drugs, his dancing, the clubs, it was all a secret.

He choked as he snorted the crack, looking around the club bathroom. This was a swankier club, not one he would normally be high at but recently it had been getting harder and harder to not want to get high. It was some kind of charity auction but nobody was paying attention to that. They were dancing and grinding like no business. Jesse looked at himself in the mirror, nose red, eyes somewhat bloodshot, but overall he looked decent.

He walked onto the main floor, his white button down unbuttoned halfway exposing a toned Dancer’s chest. The shirt was tucked in primly and he had his hands in his pockets, waiting for the high to kick in. It never took long. And his eyes fell on a strawberry-blond head of curls, who was all over a taller man, and he grinned. He’d heard of Reed Van Kamp; boy artist wonder by day, bad boy by night, but he’d never had the pleasure of meeting OR bedding him. So he walked over.

“I don’t think he’s very interested.” He hissed into Reed’s ear, wrapping his arms around the man’s middle, grinding his groin into the boys toned ass, “I am, however.” He chuckled, “The name is Jesse.”

Reed could feel the guy getting hard against his hip, continuing to whisper and nibble on the man’s ear as they danced together. The guy was panting heavily in his ear as Reed’s hands kneaded his ass slowly, fingers starting to slip beneath his pants, smirking when he found that he wasn’t wearing boxers. “Oooh, naughty,” he teased, tongue flicking against the man’s throat. But suddenly, there was someone pressing against his ass and telling him the guy wasn’t interested. He looked up at the guy, blown pupils and the boner against his hip telling a different story. “Looks pretty interested to me,” Reed mumbled, watching the guy jump as he dragged his nails over his ass.

He glanced back over his shoulder, quirking an eyebrow at the man. Oh. Well. He was… beautiful, to say the least. Reed pulled his hands out of the other man’s pants, pushing him away, hands sliding up into Jesse’s hair, grinding back against him. “Well hello, Jesse. I’m Reed,” he said. He stroked his hand down the man’s neck slowly before curling his fingers around it, twisting so they were pressed chest to chest. He really was beautiful. And he looked familiar. Maybe he’d seen him on a poster or something. “I haven’t seen you here before. Here for the fund raiser? You don’t look like the clubbing type.”

He paused, body never stopping it’s movements, fingers tracing the shape of Jesse’s face as he stared up at him. Pupils blown. Red nose. That twitch he’d seen on far too many men and women in the past year or so. “Ah. No. I take that back. You’re easily the clubbing type. But not so high-end, huh?” He leaned up, pressing his lips to Jesse’s ear. “You know they have cameras in the bathroom to make sure the druggies don’t come back. Unless they’re high-paying members like me.” He pressed an open mouthed kiss to Jesse’s jawline, biting down lightly. His hand slid down, grabbing onto Jesse’s belt loop. “Here, follow me, gorgeous,” he purred, starting to drag the man away. Usually he liked to have his boys and girls on the verge of coming in their pants before he dragged them to the back room, but he wanted Jesse all to himself. Even if he looked like a drag addict. He couldn’t help himself when he found such a… beautiful face. And he wanted to see if his body was equally as amazing.

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I’ve Got No Time For Feeling Sorry

Reed didn’t often get let out of his little palace in upstate New York, where he had to behave and not curse and keep up the appearance of a mild-mannered artist for his mother. He was eighteen though, and she couldn’t keep him cooped up forever. But as long as he got home by 3am and nothing illegal appeared on her credit cards, Ms Hilde Van Kamp was more than happy to turn a blind eye to her son’s actions.

But once Reed was out of his castle, his personality did a complete 180. Instead of bowties and blazers and dress pants, he wore studs and leather and loose ties for boys or girls to pull on when he got rough or wanted to get rough. His messy curls were pulled back to look less childish around his already childish face. Sometimes he wore guyliner, but that was rare. Mostly when he hit the more colorful clubs.

But not tonight. Tonight he was going to visit one of his favorite clubs in New York. It was a gay club, and you had to be a member to get in. Reed was a platinum member, which got him invited to all the events they had and all the VIP exclusives he wanted. He even had his own room in the club in case he wanted to go somewhere a little more private, which was often. He leaned up to peck a kiss to the bouncer’s cheek, knowing all of them by name before disappearing into the crowd, dancing to the pounding beat, hips rolling against a much taller man’s, grinning up at him, a devious look in his pretty brown eyes.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he growled into his ear, biting it lightly, thankful his boots were heeled so he only had to lean up a little. “Come here often?” he teased suggestively, hands sliding around to grab the man’s ass, giving it a squeeze. No one usually expected such bold moves out of someone so small and delicate-looking. “Would you like to come here again?” he purred, tongue sliding over his earlobe.

Show Me Your Teeth

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What the fuck had happened to the man last night? Quite frankly, he’d slept and he’d fed and now he was much more calm and down to earth and quite frankly, painfully human. He stared at Blaine, unable to tear his eyes away from dark brown curls and eyes that were somewhere between brown and gold and shiny in a way that  made Jesse’s heart melt. Jesse really didn’t want his heart to be melting because it was the melting heart that had started everything with Kurt 150 years prior. And Jesse refused to allow himself to fall in love with another fragile human. Even if the fragile human was absolutely gorgeous and had Jesse already playing a kind of mama bear he didn’t want to have to play, but he was worried. He didn’t want Blaine to be hurt. He could see from Blaine’s ways, his words, his actions, how he spoke in his sleep, he hadn’t had someone to protect him as he grew up. So Jesse was going to help him now.

Jesse took another deep breath he didn’t need as Blaine settled against him. They walked through the long corridors of the palace, and Jesse laughed, “No, the physician and I are on good terms. She has helped me a lot, the…first time I had a human around.” He shrugged his shoulders, and kissed the side of Blaine’s head, “And I’m sorry if I scared you earlier. I didn’t mean to…” He paused, “Okay so I was trying to scare you with my breakfast, but, I wasn’t trying to scare you with the meeting with the council. That was just me, legitimately angry at what they were saying.” He laughed, “From what I got from Santana, they’re probably going to send me away from court for a while. Which is good for you. The house in England is much prettier than this old one. It’s older, and it’s filled with literature that was actually worth reading and there are horses and, It was where I was born.” Jesse smiled widely, “If they do end up sending me away, It will be for the best.” He kissed Blaine’s cheek as they walked into a new room, sterile, white, and smelling like bleach.

“Another Human, huh, Jesse?” A dark haired woman stood, staring at him, “What’s wrong with this one.”
Jesse looked at Blaine, “Nothing, yet, and I’d like to keep it that way.” He smiled and embraced the other vampire, “It’s nice to see you again, Shelby.”

The woman chuckled, and then looked at Blaine, “Alright, kid, get up here.” She patted the bed and grinned.

Blaine heaved a dramatic sigh of relief, smiling up at Jesse. “Well thank the gods that you actually like one person in this place,” he said, noticing he didn’t use Kurt’s name this time around but not saying anything. He snorted when Jesse said that, rolling his eyes. “You didn’t scare me,” he said honestly, trying not to remember what exactly had distracted him from being scared, doing his very best to not picture Jesse naked or think of that lovely ass clenching as he thrust into his meal. His face went hot, the kiss to the side of his head only adding to it. “I was more pissed off at your brother-slash-groggy from lack of coffee to be all that terrified of you, Jesse. Sorry to disappoint,” he said with a shrug. He knew Jesse had tried to scare him with breakfast, which was probably why it hadn’t. Blaine was a tough kid. It took a lot more than… than killing some helpless twink to spook Blaine. His eyes went wide when Jesse mentioned England, holding back a gasp. “England?! I… I’ve never been to England. I’ve always wanted to go, though,” he said, trying to bottle up his excitement. His cheeks went hot when Jesse kissed one of them, walking into the room and wrinkling his nose. He hated the hospital smell.

He sighed, hopping up on the bed, paper crinkling under him, swinging his legs back and forth as he gazed at the two vampires. Shelby was extremely pretty and had a motherly air about her. He liked her already, and he hadn’t even said a word to her. He glanced over at Jesse, raising an eyebrow at the man. “What exactly are we checking up on here? Forgive me, but I don’t think you’re going to shatter me, Jesse,” he said with a stubborn expression on his face. He looked over at Shelby. “But I’ll let you guys do your jobs, I suppose.” He shrugged.

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Show Me Your Teeth

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Jesse wished Blaine hadn’t asked that question. He wished he didn’t have to answer it just yet because to be completely honest, he had no idea what he was doing with Blaine. He was here because Jesse wanted him here. Eventually, he’d become Jesse’s…well, pet. Blaine, under Jesse’s protection, would be allowed to attend high court events, to be privy to important information, to travel through Vampire lands, and possibly to return to his own human lands, without fear of injury or death. Jesse’s crest, an elaborate J surrounded by a curving music note and a sword cutting through it, representing how his time with the army had broken him free of his obsession with theatre and music,  would serve as a warning to Vampire and Human kind once it hung around Blaine’s neck. Jesse’s heart clenched when he thought of Kurt’s body, pale and lifeless, with Jesse’s crest around his neck, the stupid, uneducated vampire not realizing what he had done.

Jesse had destroyed that vampire over a very slow ten years, tearing inches of flesh off and filling them with acids that would only cause pain, not destroy, and only after ten years did he actually kill the vampire. That vampire’s death was a sign, a warning to the other Vampires that anyone wearing a crest of Jesse St. James was not to be touched. Jesse doubted—hoped—he wouldn’t deal with the same problems again. He couldn’t handle it a second time. A second death of a…He glanced at Blaine, still pondering his answer…friend, would send him tearing off into Werewolf lands smelling like a dead one. They’d kill him, and Jesse would welcome death. But Jesse intended to be more careful with Blaine. Blaine wouldn’t be allowed to wander off at night without a guard to go with him. Blaine was wiser, more world-knowledgeable than Kurt had been. The boy had been but a teen when Jesse brought him in, whereas Blaine was…a grown man, as silly as that 24 years seemed in Jesse’s eyes.

“I brought you here to save you.” He said abruptly breaking the silence, “I brought you here because you deserved better, Blaine. I can tell from the way you hold yourself, from the fact that you talk in your sleep, that the life of a whore, the life of a stripper, that’s not you. You deserve so much more. I brought you because you…you remind me a lot of myself. When I was younger, not by much, but during my time with the army, I was notorious for being the bane of my fathers existence. He would have killed me were it not for his promise to my mother to acknowledge my…” He hesitated, “Grief.” He sighed, “I want you to learn that you deserve better. To do more than simply dance and fuck and sleep. There are libraries upon libraries here, Quinn is our head Librarian, and I’ll introduce you to her. You are more than a whore, Blaine. And it’s time you see that. This is how I’m helping you.” He sighed and stood, “If you’re finished we should probably go,” He held out his arm.

Blaine sat in silence with Jesse for a few moments, sipping at his coffee, watching the vampire’s face as he because lost in thought. He was so hard to hate when he was being so nice. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been taken care of, except by his parents when he was very little. His parents hadn’t been the best at showing affection after all. He knew they loved him, but they were so terrible at showing it. A roof over his head, private school, and meals cooked by a chef was the best they’d done. But it felt so amazing to have someone really truly care about him, even if it was a stranger. And the barely-there touches that set his skin on fire were incredible. Even if Jesse called him weak and had called him disgusting, it felt amazing to be treated as more than just a body to fuck and feed off of. He knew pretty soon that’s what his purpose would be for Jesse, but for now it was really nice.

He tried not to flinch when Jesse suddenly broke the silence between them, smiling into his coffee as he spoke. His eyebrow quirked when Jesse said he talks in his sleep. Huh. He didn’t know that. He didn’t bother asking what he’d said because, no doubt, it had been embarrassing and he’d like to save awkward(er) conversations until at least after lunch. He could feel his face getting hotter and hotter as Jesse spoke, sipping his coffee so he wouldn’t say anything stupid. “H-hey, I sing too! That’s more than just dance, fuck, and sleep!” he protested lightly. “But I’d be honored to see that library of yours. It’s been a while since I’ve actually read a book. Not much time to read when you’re stripping and dancing for most of the day, you know?” He shrugged, gulping down the rest of his coffee, hesitating before looping his arm with Jesse’s, leaning against him just a bit. “Where are we heading to now? Hopefully not somewhere where you’ll get pissed off again. You’re not very fun to be in the same room with when you’re angry, Jesse.”

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Show Me Your Teeth

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Jesse had a hunch that eventually he’d have to break down and tell Blaine who Kurt was so that the inquisitive brunette would stop staring at him like he was insane every time the name was mentioned. But when Blaine said that Jesse seemed different than the other Vampires, it was true. Because of the time that Jesse had spent learning Human behavior, and especially the time he had spent with the beautiful human he had loved so much, he felt emotions so much more strongly than the other Vampires. He felt sadness and hurt and heartbreak so much more than the Vampires. Most of them, after hundreds of years, had Vampire lovers they’d been with for half their lives, or didn’t have need for one. The singular time Jesse had taken a lover, it had been a Human. Everyone, EVERYONE expected Jesse to, despite his hatred for created Vampires, to ask his father or his uncle to change him. But Jesse hadn’t. Because Kurt asked him to not. Jesse swore then he’d never take another lover. Which is what blew his mind about the fact that he had taken Blaine last night. Last night, his disgust and anger-ridden mind had convinced him it had been because he was going to punish Blaine, but with the morning sun and meal, he knew the truth was that he had taken Blaine because he liked him.

And that scared Jesse more than the entirety of the Vampire Army. 

Brittany turned to Blaine and whispered, knowing full well Jesse could hear but making the effort to try to be quiet, “Jesse…just…he isn’t like other Vampires. He’s special. He’s like, a….what’s the word? The pink sheep? His sisters? Whores. They spend all day trying to get Santana to sleep with them, but they don’t understand that ‘Tana is all mine.” She shrugged and hurried off to cook, cracking eggs into a pan and staring at them, “Poor baby chickens.” She sighed and cooked, taking the coffee off of the counter and handing it to Blaine, “I hope this is okay.” She said quietly. 

“Jesse Fucking St. James what did you do now?” A dark haired vampire rushed into the room, staring at Jesse and Blaine, “Oh. You have a new toy. That would explain why everyone’s panties are in bunches. I don’t want to cuts no one.” She rolled her eyes. 

Jesse turned around from where he had perched, staring out the window., “He’s not a toy. His name is Blaine. What the fuck do you want, Santana?” 

Santana’s lips curled into a smirk, “Somehow, they’ve made me your babysitter. Berry is bitching because you wont fuck her and your brother well, he wants your head what’s fucking new.”

Jesse rolled his eyes, “Oh my god I’m 300 fucking years old and I still have a babysitter? Fuck off, Santana.” 

“Um.” She walked over to Brittany and kissed her lips quickly, smiling, “Y’all might want to leave the room.”

“Oh my god you two are disgusting. Get Blaine his food and then you have a fucking room for that.”

Brittany set down his food and she and Santana were gone a second later, Jesse leaning over the table, “Not all of the Vampires in this fucking place are quite as bad as my family. I grew up with Brittany, and Santana is a couple hundred years older.” He sat down at the table, and stared at Blaine, “I’m not taking you to the doctors because I’m worried about me. Your body, moreso than you know, has been abused and used by Vampires. Your blood? Producing excess at an unhealthy rate to make up for what you lose nightly. You need time to regain your strength. And your hips are brittle, fragile, I don’t want you to break one.” Jesse cupped Blaine’s cheek, “I’m doing this for you, not me.”

Blaine leaned in as Brittany whispered into his ear, glancing over at Jesse out of the corner of his eye as she spoke. “Pink sheep?” He would have corrected her, but he thought pink sheep fitted him better than black sheep, anyways. There were plenty of black sheep after all, but he’d never seen a pink one. Just like he’d never seen anyone quite like Jesse. “Jesse seems to have quite a big family, I’ve noticed,” he whispered back. “Does he hate all of them? or just most of them?” he asked teasingly, trying not to giggle. “And who’s-” But Brittany was already off to cook him eggs. His eyes went wide as she handed him the coffee, taking a sip. It tasted like heaven after he didn’t even know how many hours without it. “I… yeah, it’s great. Thank you, Brittany.” 

Blaine swiveled around to glance at the new intruder, glaring when she called him a toy, but didn’t speak. He didn’t quite know if he was allowed to talk to this one, since he may have seen her face in the dining hall. He smiled when Jesse said he wasn’t a toy, hiding it in his coffee, watching the two banter. He wasn’t sure if they were related, but they acted like it, just bitching back and forth. And then Santana was crowding Brittany against the stove and oh. He blushed, looking away, making a move to get up until Jesse yelled at them to give him his food and leave. He thanked Brittany and smiled at her before they disappeared, eyes fluttering and stomach growling as he smelled the eggs. He grabbed the fork she’d left and took a bite, groaning softly. “Damn, Brittany knows how to cook.” Maybe he was just hungry, but it tasted amazing. He watched Jesse make his way over and lean against the table, eating as the prince spoke. “Ah, so Santana isn’t your family. You talk like you are. Or married. And you talk about hundreds of years like I talk about a few. You’ve still got a little bit of the vampire time in you, Jesse.” He continued to eat and drink his coffee slowly as Jesse spoke, eyebrows knitting together in concern. “Well don’t you know every little thing about me,” he mumbled, poking at the last couple bites of his eggs. “I didn’t realize I was so damaged…” He froze when Jesse cupped his cheek, looking up at the vampire, biting his bottom lip lightly. “Thanks, I guess. I’m happy you care.”

He looked away, finishing off his eggs, but taking time with the rest of his coffee. Blaine chewed on his bottom lip, swirling the black liquid in it’s mug slowly. “Jesse, I’m a bit… confused as to exactly what you’re resting me up for? I understand the whole…” he trailed off, clearing his throat. “The whole sex thing… But I don’t really get why you have to… mark me. Or the whole ceremony thing…” He sipped at his coffee. “You don’t have to explain it all right now, but I’d like to the general..” He waved his hands in a vague gesture. “Plan for me, I guess?

(Source: basilroleplays)

Show Me Your Teeth

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Jesse reached over to hold Blaine steady as the dry heaves wracked his frame. Vampire speed was always uncomfortable for humans until the adjusted to it, and Blaine would eventually, but for now, Jesse knew it couldn’t be pleasant. But it was either get himself and his human out of that room, or he was going to end up killing the crown prince. He didn’t think his father would take too kindly to that even if Jesse was being openly provoked. When Blaine righted himself he ran a hand through the boys curls and wiped his own cool hand across the brunette’s forehead. “I really am sorry. That probably wasn’t pleasant and I didn’t give you much time to prepare.” He kissed Blane’s forehead again, arm still firmly around his shoulders, holding him steady, “And please, don’t worry about me.” He laughed lightly, “It’s my own choice to feel the emotions, and my brother is right. Because I don’t turn myself off, the emotions, the pain, the humanness of life affects me greatly. 150 years feels like a blink of time to a normal vampire, but as you’ll come to learn.” His smile widened, “I’m far from a normal vampire.”

He nodded when Blaine mentioned food, knowing that if Blaine was going to become Jesse’s donor; what often happened between a pair such as them, that Blaine would have to keep his strength up. So he wound his arm around the boy’s waist and walked slowly towards the kitchens. They were small and mostly abandoned, but one chef stood within, a vampire who had desired to cook human foods, and she bounded over to them, smiling, “Hi Jesse!” She said, her eyes on Blaine, wide and kind of frighteningly excited, “Do I get to cook for him, Oh Jesse do I?” Jesse smiled at the wide eyed Blond, and kissed her cheek, “Brittany, if you want to cook for Blaine, you’ll have to ask him. He is hungry though, and he’s requested Coffee if we have any.”

Brittany gave a wide smile and bounded away from Jesse quickly, nothing more than a blur to a Human’s eyes, and quickly pulled the coffee pot out and turned it on, blowing it off, “It’s been a few decades but this should still work.” She stared at it, “I should probably clean it.” She looked at Blaine, “Yes, you’re a human, you’re a week human at that, I can tell because you reek of other Vampires, I’d best wash it.” She carried it over to the sink and plopped the pot down into water that would have scalded Blaine. “Jesse this isn’t your usual style normally you just kill them since when do you feed them and keep them?” Jesse laughed, “Brittany, this isn’t my meal. This is, well.” He looked at Blaine, “My newest acquisition?” Brittany laughed loudly, “Isn’t that what you called Kurt at first?” Her eyes grew somber, “I miss Kurt, Jesse.” 

Jesse glared, “Blaine isn’t Kurt. And he’s not going to be Kurt. STOP BRINGING KURT UP.” He sighed and stormed from one side of the room to the other, breathing hard even though he didn’t need to, “Just, stop talking about him. Why does everyone always talk about him?” Brittany sighed and stared at Jesse, “Because everyone liked him.” She said softly, “We all thought…” Jesse cut her off, “I know damn well what you all thought and it didn’t happen. And it wont happen. This is different.” He glared and shook his head, “Just make him the damn coffee and whatever food he wants. I need to get him to the physician before I kill someone.”

 Brittany turned to Blaine, “Rough morning, huh?”

Blaine eventually stopped dry heaving, still feeling dizzy, but not to the point where he wanted to vomit. He melted as Jesse ran his fingers through his curls, eyes sliding shut when he swiped his cold hand against his forehead, leaning into the cool touch. “Mmm it’s… it’s okay. I’m used to much worse than a little vampire speed,” he said, voice a bit rough from the dry heaving, shrugging. He smiled when Jesse kissed his forehead. “Well you looked like you were going to tear that guy’s heart out with your teeth, so forgive me for worrying about you, sir,” he said, saying the title in an almost teasing manor. Blaine’s eyebrows knitted together. His brother? Those were some family issues… “I’d say you’re only human, but…” Blaine grinned back at Jesse. “You seem a lot different than the rest of the vampires in there. Like you don’t have a tree up your ass, just a stick.” He smirked, leaning heavily into Jesse as he held him, mostly because he’d sway and stumble from the dizziness if he pulled away, and just a little bit because Jesse’s arm around him just felt so damn nice.

Blaine stuck close to the vampire as they started walking toward the kitchens, not sure what to do with his hands. Part of him wanted to reach over and wrap it around Jesse’s waist, but that would be a little foreward. He was still supposed to be mad at the vampire, but it was kind of hard when he was being nice like this… He raised an eyebrow when he saw the lone blond woman standing in the kitchen, her eyes wide and excited, listening to her speak as if she was the luckiest vampire in the world to have permission to cook for him. “I… yeah, you can cook for me if you want,” he said, glancing up at Jesse. “I didn’t know vampires could knew how to cook human food, though…”

He didn’t even bother trying to watch as Brittany blurred around the room, glancing around the kitchen curiously. There was more dust and cobwebs in there than there should be, but the stove and counters were at least clean from what he could see. This kitchen must not get used all that much. He huffed when Brittany said he was a weak human, glaring at the cute blond. “I am not weak! Why do all you stupid vampires keep saying I’m weak?” he hissed, not wanting to cause a scene, but still upset. Just because he fucked around did not mean he was weak. He’d seen broken bones on some of the boys and girls at the club who got a particularly excitable vampire. Bruises too dark and gross to cover up by make-up, scars that went unattended to and got infected. Blaine was strong. He knew he was. He could handle anything that used to come in and out of that club and he was smart. He knew not to take the crazies and the ravenous vampires that were just looking for a quick snack. It was offensive that everyone thought he was just some weak human. But, of course, he didn’t know how brittle his hips were or how thin his blood probably was from being abused so much.

Blaine glanced up at Jesse when he looked down at him, tilting his head curiously when Kurt was mentioned again. It was killing him to know who that was, but he wouldn’t ask. Jesse obviously didn’t want to talk about it from the way he yelled at Brittany, making Blaine flinch. He’d hate to be on that side of Blaine. Sure, he’d seen how stupidly hateful he could be just because someone was a ‘fang banger’, but seeing him so genuinely upset… It wasn’t a pleasant experience. He hesitantly sat down at the table, watching Jesse storm back and forth in the kitchen. “You know I’m clean, right? If that’s what you’re trying to get the doctor for. No medication or anything and the last time I had a surgery, I was probably… eight?” He knew Jesse probably had other things on his mind, something about his hips (which he was sure were fine), but he felt like he might as well say it. He tried not to jump when Brittany appeared out of nowhere and spoke to him, merely shrugging. “More for him than for me, I guess. Last night was rough though… Didn’t have too much fun being kidnapped.” He smiled lightly at the blond. She was cute, like a little kid, except with boobs and hips. If he was straight, he would have openly stared, but girls weren’t exactly his forte. “I, um, I’ve never met a vampire that can cook human food,” he said, trying to fill the silence, glancing over at Jesse every few seconds. He was normally so much more confident and social, but he normally wasn’t in a castle and everyone usually didn’t hate him right out the gate.

(Source: basilroleplays)