meh. I was bored in class today, and I've seen all the Demon!Klaine stuff around tumblr [which is extremely hot, btw], and I felt like writing a fic.

Listen to Over by Portishead to get a good feel for this.

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Something dark flashes in Blaine's eyes, and fear courses through Kurt's. There's something completely off about Blaine, something unnerving, unsettling, and Kurt wants nothing more than to get away.

But he can't. He sits transfixed, staring into Blaine's eyes. They transform form their usually bright hazel color, into a web of black, stretching from his pupils and covering even the whites of his eyes.

It was terrifying.

Blaine creeps forward, a smile tugging maliciously at his lips.

"What's wrong, baby? You look scared," he says thoughtfully with a hint of sarcasm. "Come here, I'll make it better."

He reaches out a hand and latches onto Kurt's face with it, bringing Kurt closer to him. He holds him an inch away, toying with Kurt. He enjoys this.

Blaine enjoys the whimpering noises Kurt makes as he digs his fingernails in the back of Kurt's neck. He wanted to leave bruises; he wants to leave his mark on Kurt. Kurt was his.

He waits for a moment longer, then smashes against Kurt's lips, ravaging his mouth and dominating every orifice. There's something beyond that, though.

There's a taste of something in Kurt, something that burns but cools at the same time. He finds what he's been looking for and draws on it, consuming that energy and letting it course through his body.

Soon enough, it's too much to handle, and Blaine breaks away, chest heaving, black eyes glittering madly. Kurt sits there, nearly catatonic, the shock too great o deal with.

Blaine blacks out from the energy he took. Inside of him, it chases around the particles that sit in him like tar, cleansing away the darkness.

The next thing he knows, he shudders awake and shoots upright.

His eyes are clear, and the headache he has is pounding furiously, but he smiles at Kurt.

"I'm so sorry I did that, Kurt. It—it was the only way I could stop this—this thing inside me. It almost took me over."

Kurt is still sitting there, but at least he is becoming responsive. He nods shortly and goes back to staring into space with fear.

Blaine waves a hand in front of Kurt's face. "Kurt?" he says quietly. "Kurt? Kurt? Kurt! Answer me, goddammit!"

Kurt starts to shiver and shake all over. His eyes roll to the back of his head, and when he becomes still again, his eyes are the ones that are glassy,, black depths.

"Shit," mutters Blaine. "Shit shit shit shit shit."

He scrambles to the door to escapes, but in a flash, Kurt is at the door, already locking it and barring it with his body.

"You're not going anywhere," he says, a smirk spreading across his face. He licks his lips. "You're mine now."