Once upon a time, Blaine Anderson had been a normal kid. Normal friends, normal parents, normal everything. Really, the only thing that separated him from the majority was the fact that he liked guys. Not that he considered this fact abnormal, but everyone else did.
In one moment, his entire life as he knew it changed.
He was lounging about in the senior commons at Dalton Academy with his fellow Warblers, waiting on Wes to finally get the meeting started. But the head council member was nowhere to be found, so everyone just took that as an opportunity to hang out outside of class.
"Warblers, today is the day we introduce a new singer to our humble group. Sebastian Smythe." David walked in with the new guy. Unlike the others who had been new to the Warblers, Sebastian showed no signs of being intimidated. If anything, he was cocky and arrogant as he entered. The boys fell silent as he stepped into their midst, as if something palpable had settled, unnerving them all.
"Sebastian, this is our lead soloist, Blaine Anderson. No offense, but unless you're Frank Sinatra, you'll have to audition against his talent in order to get competition solos," Jeff explained cheerfully. Nick reached over and grasped his hand; leave it up to the two of them to break any tension in the room with their being obviously in love. Blaine laughed as he stood up to shake the new kid's hand.
"I'm not quite that good. But you'll be a great addition to the Warblers, I'm sure." As Blaine looked at his face, something changed. His eyes, which were a noncommittal hazel before, turned flat black, whites and all. It looked like large pure black marbles had replaced his eyes. Before Blaine could comment or freak out, they returned to normal as the boy smiled.
"It doesn't matter to me. I'm not really looking to be up in the spotlight. But you look like sex on a stick and apparently you sing like a dream, so I'm not going to contest that." Blaine let out a half relieved, half flustered sigh. He had just imagined the unsettling eye discoloration, right?
For the remainder of the session, the image of Sebastian's eyes consumed his every thought. It was almost a relief when practice ended. He could go and drown out the image in the pile of homework and then wake up and think it nothing but a dream of his overactive imagination. He didn't dare linger to talk with the others when he saw Sebastian glance his way, terrified that the black would flash again.
He made a quick exit, and had almost made it to his dorm room when Sebastian stopped him dead in front of his door.
"Sebastian," he called a bit uneasily "what are you doing up here?" The other laughed darkly and smiled as he took those same, haughty steps toward the shorter male as he had in the common room.
"I, ah, I wanted to talk to you, Blaine." He looked down at the floor, and when he looked back up to meet the other, his eyes returned to the shiny obsidian they had been before.
"Why didn't you just wait until tomorrow?" he asked with an uneasy smile. "We would've had Warbler practice together, anyway." He didn't want to admit how much the color terrified him, so it was best not to mention it or even think. But it was damn near impossible to not dwell on just how unnatural it was. Northing about it was normal, and everything screamed at him to run away.
"You interest me, Blaine Anderson. I know you can see my eyes, so don't bother mentioning it. But I think you'd be fun to keep around." He came a bit closer.
"I really don't know what you're talking about," Blaine commented, voice shaking, as he tried to avoid looking in his eyes. Without a word of warning, Sebastian grabbed him and pulled their mouths together. Something hot and dark passed from Sebastian to Blaine, filling the shorter boy's chest with a burning pain that threatened to tear him apart from the inside.
The next morning, Blaine woke in his dorm room, thinking that yesterday's events were nothing but a terrifying nightmare. He dressed in his Dalton blazer and walked in the bathroom to gel back his hair. He glanced into the mirror to assure himself that everything was still alright. He gripped the sink to keep himself upright. His own tawny eyes were the black of his dream. He blinked a couple of times, hoping that it would just disappear. Nothing changed. He groaned and sank to the floor before he could pass out. His door swung open and he buried his head in his hands, wondering how he could possibly explain this…this problem to anyone.
"Well, I'd really rather you look at me when I walk in to see you. I want to see how my little experiment turned out and exactly how sexy you'll be with your new eyes." Sebastian stood in the door, looking down on the traumatized person cowering on the floor. Blaine stood up and looked him dead in the eye.
"What the hell did you do to me," he screamed. "What the hell are you?" Unadulterated rage coursed through him. He could feel it's raw, unyielding power within him, and he itched at the chance to take it out on the person before him.
"Temper, temper," the other sighed. "I suppose I should have stuck around long enough for your transformation. I'd really rather prefer you not kill me, because then who would explain any of this to you?' Blaine snarled, the resonating sound ripped up from inside him, snapping him out of the blind rage.
"You have one minute to tell me exactly what you did before I rip you apart." He watched as the taller boy flopped carelessly on his messy bed.
"Ah to be young and unaware. Because I really don't feel like going through all the messy history and mechanics and also because you're threatening me, I'm just going to come out and tell you that you are now a demon." All of Blaine's anger evaporated.
"That...that's impossible," he sputtered uselessly.
"Oh please," he scoffed. "Then you come up with another excuse that makes sense. You've seen the eyes for yourself. I can teach you to deal with it, but I'd advise switching schools. Your friends here are going to notice you're a completely different person. You saw your little melodramatic temper back there."
"Just tell me how to get my eyes to go back to normal," Blaine sighed, defeated. Deep in his heart, if he still had one, he knew Sebastian was telling the truth.
"Oh you know, the Peter Pan thing: Think of a happy little thought. Any happy little thought. Now, your eyes will change back if you aren't working to keep up appearances. Or if you get angry, like a few minutes ago. Other than that, you should be just fine.
The next day, Blaine Anderson enrolled at McKinley, the public school in Lima, Ohio. It was there, that his life truly changed.