Title: The Color of Desire

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Language, violence, mentions of murder, future sex

Spoilers: None

Pairings: Blaine/Kurt, Santana/Brittany, past Blaine/Other

Word Count: 2,400

Summary: Having so many vampires living together is always a problem. It causes fighting, violence, and a whole lot of strain. But when you add to humans to the coven…well, things start to get bloody.

A/N: I have come to a major decision on this story. When I originally started writing, I was planning on this being a long smutty fic. But then I've been looking back, and I realized, I need a break from the smut. It's my last intention for my sex scenes to come across as tired and repetitive, and that's what they're starting to seem like to me. I already have two (soon to be three, including the PI sequel) stories with lots of smut, so I'm going to keep this one relatively clean. There will be one sex scene, maybe two, but they won't be the focus of the story. I'm going to focus a lot more on the characters and their emotional dynamics for this one. I hope you all don't mind, I just felt this was the best path for this fic to take :D

Having Kurt and Brittany living with the coven was definitely an adjustment that would take some getting used to. From everyone. Blaine was seriously getting ready to explode. If he had to tell one more vampire to stop eyeing the two humans hungrily, heads would most certainly roll.

To add insult to the injury, Santana was most certainly getting laid, and she didn't hesitate to brag about it. Blaine had conservative ideas about sex, yes, but he had grown up in the fifteen hundreds. In fact, his desires to have sex with Kurt, without knowing much about him, or being wed to him were quite a modern change in Blaine.

No, he would never be able to simply stroll out and have sex with a random stranger, but that didn't mean he was a complete prude about it. Not that Kurt was putting out anyways.

It wasn't that Blaine only wanted Kurt for sex, but he had simply imagined things going differently between the pair of them. Maybe he had been indulging in too many teen romance novels, but he had thought it was supposed to be easy. After all, he was the attractive, immortal creature, and Kurt was the radiant, blissful human. When they met, there was supposed to be an instant attraction, and they were immediately supposed to want to jump each others' bones.

That's what had nearly happened at the club after all.

Many times a day, Blaine found himself wondering what had happened to that Kurt. What had happened to the confident, sexy, seductive Kurt Hummel that he had met at New Directions?

The only conclusion Blaine could come to, was the fact that Kurt found out he was a vampire. That must have been the issue. Maybe it was because he didn't know how vampires truly operated? But that couldn't be it, because Kurt had mentioned that he knew another vampire. For some reason, it made Blaine's teeth gnash, and his eyes to redden. He didn't like thinking of Kurt with anyone but himself.

It was after quite a bit of internal debate that Blaine decided to give Kurt a rundown of how the coven worked, ad a brief story of how they formed. Little did he know how successful and simultaneously unsuccessful he would be.

XxXx

"So Kurt, I was thinking it was time you learn more about the coven." Blaine said conversationally to Kurt one day. Kurt, who had been reading quietly looked up and glared at the vampire.

"And I was thinking that all I need to know about you and your coven is when I get to leave." Kurt said with a fierce glare. Blaine sighed. Kurt still hadn't gotten used to life as a part of the coven, and it was slightly unnerving. He had thought that Kurt would just take some time, and then he would be able to be with Blaine. But it seemed that Kurt had different plans.

"Well I'm sorry, but that's not going to happen. I would think that you would want to know more about the family that you're living with, after all."

Kurt fixed Blaine with a look, and if Blaine wasn't already one of the undead, that look surely would have killed him. "Excuse me, but what part of this is a 'family'? Vampires aren't human. You're just bloodthirsty monsters. You're murderers, yet you call yourself a family?"

Blaine raised his eyebrows and shrugged. "Close families eat together. Extra close families hunt together." Apparently this was the wrong thing to say, because Kurt simply sneered at him, clearly judging him.

"That's what you have to say? A quote from Thereon? You disgust me. The whole lot of your kind disgusts me. What do you even want from me? A quick fuck? An obedient sex toy? Because neither are going to happen in this lifetime. In fact, in no lifetime. I wouldn't have to say that, if you weren't such an immortal freak."

Blaine narrowed his eyes, and they took a reddish hue. He didn't want to get angry at his beloved, but Kurt seemed to get under his skin like no other. Even Santana couldn't push his buttons as well as Kurt could. Maybe it was because Blaine loved Kurt, but the human did not return that love.

"I wonder, what is it that made you so bitter and bitchy towards vampires?" Blaine said, analyzing Kurt's reaction. The human narrowed his own eyes, and slammed his book shut. "Because all grudges have a back story, and I would be very interested to hear yours."

Kurt stood up, and glared at Blaine. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm kind of always a bitch. So no, there's no story. Vampires are murdering, bloodsucking monsters. End of story. Now I thought that it was you who were going to be divulging the back stories, not me."

Blaine narrowed his eyes. He knew avoidance when he saw it, and Kurt was dodging his questions like an Air Force pilot. There was definitely something going on there, but he wouldn't press the matter. Kurt was finally showing an interest. Sure, it might only be because he didn't want to talk about his own past, but that was irrelevant.

"Where to begin?" Blaine asked, and to his surprise, Kurt answered sarcastically.

"How about at the beginning?"

Blaine sighed. "That was a rhetorical question, but fine. I was born in the fifteen hundreds, in Great Britain. My father was a pastor, and my mother was a slave from the Philippines. My dad disgraced the family name by having me, and so when a chance came to redeem his name, he jumped at it. When I was twenty one, he dragged me along to Transylvania."

Kurt snorted, and Blaine chuckled slightly. "I know. Ironic. But that's where most of the vampires were located. They tried in the sixteenth century to all live together, but it…didn't work out. Anyways, I was changed. I met Santana a century later, in Spain. We're the two oldest members of the coven."

"Is that why you're the leaders?" Kurt blurted out, before quickly biting his lip, and turning away, trying to act disinterested. Blaine hid his victorious smile. So Kurt was interested in learning more about him and the coven.

"Yes. We formed the coven. When I found Santana, she was in an alley. She tried to claw my face off. We became friends. Everyone assumed we were mates. You know how it is, it's impossible for a boy and a girl to be considered anything other than in a relationship, regardless of other attachments, or sexual orientation.

"Anyways, we found David next. He was an indentured servant in an enemy's household. He was pretty scared, but he turned out to be loyal to us. He became one of my best friends. We found Tina and Mike together. They were pretty easy going, so they slid right into the coven. After them, we found Mercedes. She was being brought from Africa over to the colonies, and there was a vampire on the ship. Mysteriously, it sank and was never found."

Kurt raised his eyebrow, and Blaine could sense the interest that was now on his face. Whether or not he liked it or not, Kurt was intrigued. And Blaine was proud of himself. This really had been a good idea after all.

"The Salem Witch Trials were a bad time for all of us. Many vampires were hunted, and the bigger covens were already dangerous and volatile enough. It was pretty terrifying. You know, we're not like humans, we don't have to be afraid at every turn when there's a war, or when there's a serious bombing. But back then, there was a very real chance that we could have died. Yet we found Quinn. She was a pastor's daughter too, and very religious. It took a long time for her to come around to being a vampire, but she eventually did.

"After Quinn, we found Wes in the eighteen hundreds. He has no memory of his human life, so don't ask him. It bugs him when people ask. He instantly became best friends with Wes. For a while we all thought they were mates, but then Santana slept with the both of them."

Kurt frowned. "Didn't you say everyone thought she was your mate? Wouldn't that have tipped them all off?"

Blaine smiled, and shook his head. "Nah. She's a succubus. She needs sex, as well as blood to survive. And I never was angry, mainly because I'm gay. Took several decades for me to realize it though."

Kurt nodded bitterly. "Well, we've all been there. Though it only took me a few hours. Several years to come out though. Even though everyone considered me born out of the closet." Blaine decided to take a brief pause, and inquire about Kurt's own life. He figured that was well deserved.

"So how did Brittany come out?"

Kurt shrugged hopelessly. "She never really came out. She's just…Brittany. She comes home with a girl, and people accept it. She comes home with a guy, people accept it. Brittany could never be normal, so they don't expect it from her."

Blaine nodded. It didn't really make sense to him, but then again, when he thought of the blonde, nothing really made sense when it came to her. All he knew was that she made Santana happy. And that was all he cared about.

"Well anyways, after Wes, it was quite a while before we found Finn. It was during the populist movement in the 1890s. He was a farmer, and a vampire stayed the night. He was attacked, and he ran away, not wanting to hurt his mom. He always felt bad about it, since his father had died when he was a baby, but there was nothing he could have done. If he had stayed, he would have hurt his mother."

Kurt felt a pang of sympathy for this vampire; Finn. He couldn't quite put the name to a face, but he knew the feeling of trying to keep a beloved family member safe.

"About two decades later, Santana and I decided the coven needed to take a vacation. We were the largest coven in the world, and we were getting a little more publicity than we wanted. So we went onto the Titanic. We should have known better; Finn was still young, and he's…not the brightest. A boat singer caught his eye, and he changed her. Rachel. She and Finn have got one of the most up and down relationships I've ever seen. She's kind of the coven slut, even though she doesn't really sleep around.

"Anyways, it all turned out for the best, since you know the disaster that went down with the ship. Rachel survived, and joined the coven. A few decades later, when the war happened, we went to Germany, trying to figure out if there were any allies."

"Wait, vampires get involved in wars too?" Kurt asked, genuine curiosity on his face. He had never heard of such a thing, and he thought it was an interesting bit of information to store away for further use.

"Wars we feel strongly about. And we definitely felt strongly about that war. Anyways, we literally saw Noah Puckerman get bitten. He was on his way to a concentration camp, and he was fighting an officer, who happened to be a vampire. We stopped the vampire in time, so Puck was changed. He joined the coven, and mated with Quinn. But, he's an Incubus, so that caused several problems.

"In the nineteen sixties, we found Artie and Sam. Sam was homeless, and Artie was disabled. It was like something out of RENT. Tina and Mercedes took a liking to them, and so Santana and I changed them. We were the ones to do it, because we have the most control. But unfortunately, we had so much control, that Artie was still a paraplegic when he was changed."

Kurt bit his lip, inclining his head in sympathy for the wheelchair bound vampire. "But what about that little blonde? You bite children?"

Blaine sighed. "That's actually Quinn and Puck's daughter, Beth. She's adopted. She was Quinn's great-great-great something niece, but vampires attacked her parents' house. Quinn found out, and when we found out that she was a vampire, we accepted her into the coven with open arms."

Kurt sighed, and looked out the window at the New York skyline. "I can't even imagine it. Being so young, and having your whole life taken away from you. Poor Beth."

Blaine watched Kurt with interest. "Is that why you hate vampires? Because you think that you'll be changed?"

Kurt stiffened, and stood up once more.

"I think I'm done here. Thanks for the history lesson."

And with those parting words, he left the room, leaving Blaine to drop his head in his hands. So close. He had been so close.

But everyone knew that close only counted in horseshoes.