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Kurt Hummel was a vampire, and had been ever since 1924. Lately, Kurt's feeling the bad-boy vibe, which gets him put into Dalton reform school, where he meets a certain hazel-eyed boy.

A/N: Welcome readers! This is my first fan-fic, I decided to write one as I haven't found one yet that has satisfied what I'd really like to see in a Klaine story.. That sounded really bad... not to say that I haven't seen extremely good ones! Er... enough rambling... I hope you enjoy! Reviews make me happy :)

1924 – Lima, Ohio

The wind was howling and the stars were out as Kurt Hummel walked the cobblestone streets in Lima, Ohio. Kurt wondered why he even bothered going home to his empty, cold house. There was nothing left there for him anyways. Ever since his father had passed away of cholera, the place just didn't feel like home anymore. Kurt began to sing quietly;

A chair is still a chair
Even when there's no one sitting there.
But a chair is not a house
And a house is not a home
When there's no one there to hold you tight
And no one there you can kiss goodnight.

He drew his coat tighter around him, glancing behind him. He closed his mouth quickly as a rustling to his right caught his attention,

"Well if it isn't Kurt Hummel, nice pipes ladyface!" David Karofsky snickered. Kurt kept walking.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!" A rough hand grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. Kurt tensed, David seemed to have made it his mission to make Kurt's life hell. Constantly teasing, pushing him around and flinging insults at Kurt seemed to be his favourite pastime. It wasn't that Kurt was gay, even though he was, it was just Kurt in general that David seemed to dislike so much. Nobody knew Kurt was gay, aside from Kurt of course. Being gay was like farting in public, you just couldn't do it.

David's fist collided with Kurt's stomach, and Kurt doubled over in pain.

"Listen to me, you fucking dumbshit!" another blow, to the face this time. Kurt fell to the ground, and curled up. A kick caught him in the back, than another. Kurt tensed, waiting for the next hit, but there never was one. Confused, Kurt sat up. David was twenty feet away, with a dark figure crouched by his throat. Kurt sat there, stunned. The figure slowly turned and walked towards him. Kurt's body seemed to have frozen, he couldn't move a muscle.

"You wont have to worry about that boy any longer," a seductive voice called towards him. It had come from the figure. As it drew closer, Kurt realized it was a man, an incredibly beautiful man at that. He had dark brown hair, and ice blue eyes. His skin was tanned, but looked incredibly smooth. Kurt had to internally stop himself from reaching out and stroking it.

"Benjamin Carter," he said, and offered Kurt his hand.

"Kurt Hummel," and took his hand. Benjamin hauled him up to his feet with such strength Kurt was lifted into the air before the man caught him and steadied him and placed him back on the ground.

"Sorry, don't know my own strength sometimes," Benjamin said with a sly grin, as if it was some inside joke. Kurt nodded, and flexed his fingers, Benjamin had a very strong grip. Suddenly, Kurt remembered about David with full force. He started, and stepped away from the man, Kurt found he had actually been inching closer towards Benjamin. He smelled incredible, like honey, and something else Kurt couldn't place.

"What did you do to David?" Kurt asked. Benjamin looked behind him casually.

"Oh, him? I er.." Benjamin paused for a moment. "Well, I took care of him." Kurt's eyes widened.

"Did you kill him?" Kurt blurted. Benjamin's face remained neutral, as he stared at Kurt. Kurt took another step back.

"Thank you for er.. helping me out. I really must be going now," Kurt spun around and started walking briskly back towards the bar he had just visited. Benjamin appeared suddenly infront of him. Kurt yelped in fright before clasping a hand over his mouth.

"How.. how did you get here so fast!" Benjamin laughed, a deep and appealing sound.

"Kurt, we need to have a little talk." And before Kurt could do anything, Benjamin picked him up, slung him over his shoulder like he weighed absolutely nothing, and ran off into the night. Kurt couldn't even scream, they were moving so fast the air was ripped from his lungs. A mere three seconds later, they were what had to be a good few miles out of town. Benjamin entered a small cabin, and pulled out an expensive looking chair and placed Kurt in it. Kurt looked around wildly, still unable to speak.

"Alright, Mr. Hummel. Listen to me, and listen good. You will not go anywhere, as by now you've seen I can move very fast and will most likely catch you before you open my front door. If you try to run, well the consequences will be most unfortunate, and it would be a shame to see such a beautiful boy wasted. Now, on a more pleasant note, I'd like you to be confortable. Anything I can get you?"

"Tea... please…" Kurt squeaked out.

"Excellent!" Benjamin boomed, before going into the next room which was presumably the kitchen. Kurt let out a breath. He remained frozen, absolutely terrified to move a muscle. He looked around, the cabin was small, but very nice; the furniture quaint, but you could tell was expensive. There were many pictures around the cabin, although many were paintings, of the very same Benjamin that was making Kurt tea . Kurt craned his neck to look around him, still unwilling to move from the chair. Benjamin walked into the room, with impossible grace.

"Ah! Excellent! I was afraid you might be a bit foolish and try to escape. Well Kurt, tell me about yourself." Benjamin offered Kurt his tea, and Kurt took it with a shaking hand.

"W-well… My name's Kurt Hummel... I live in Lima, and I'm seventeen years old. I like to sing, and I used to help my Dad out with a hardware store…"

"Used to?" Benjamin cut in. Kurt looked down, and pursed his lips.

"My dad actually passed away last year from cholera… I've been living alone ever since, earning money and food from doing odd jobs." Kurt finished. He set down his tea cup, and looked over at Benjamin. Benjamin gave him a small smile, as he looked over the lip of his tea cup.

"I'm sorry my dear boy! And that boy from the street, David was his name? What about him, what is your history with him?" Benjamin asked.

"Well, ever since basically I was a teenager, he's always been on my back… he just seems to love tormenting me. Er… used too.." Kurt finished awkwardly. Benjamin just smiled.

"Alright Kurt, I have a proposition for you… You see. I'm a vampire, and I'd like to make you one as well. What would you say to eternal life, being even more flawless than you already are, being indestructible, hell, being untouchable by anybody who wants to do you harm? I get the feeling you don't have much waiting for you at home here…" Benjamin raised one perfect eyebrow. Kurt sighed, Benjamin was right. But was Kurt really ready to leave his mortality behind?

Kurt sighed again, and nodded,

"Alright, okay I guess. But first, a little background information on …vampires?"

Benjamin smiled, "Well… since you asked. Vampires have been around for centuries.. millenniums even! To turn into one, you must be bitten by one. Your body will then enter a coma-like state for three hours as your body undergoes a change. The only pain you would feel is a slight heartburn as the venom slowly stops your heart from beating. Vampires are physically stronger, faster, more good looking," he said with a chuckle, "and are very persuasive. Our senses are enhanced as well. Sunlight has no effect on us, same with garlic and all of that holy water nonsense. The only way to kill a vampire is to cut off its head completely. Sometimes, vampires can have special powers. If one does, for the first week of one's immortal life, the powers will constantly happen and be uncontrollable. For example, if one's power was teleporting, said vampire would teleport randomly for about a week until the vampire learned how to control the power and then adapted to the power. Oh! And vampires also do not need to breathe." Benjamin fell silent.

"Vampires also need to hunt every two weeks... more so in the beginning. Human blood is best, but animal blood can also be a quick fix, although the effects are short-lived."

Kurt gulped, but nodded again. He sat straight.

"After… will I feel any bond to you?" Kurt asked.

"No, the new vampire does not feel any bond towards its creator… although I would like us to be friends, Kurt."

"Okay, I'm ready then."

"Kurt Hummel, I wish you a successful journey to the vampire world." Kurt felt a strong pain in his neck, but found he could not cry out. The world slowly faded to black.

Currently working on chapter two! Hope you like it so far!

Sorry for the short chapter, this is just background information, and chapter two will be as well, then I'll move onto longer chapters and get into the stooory :)