So I was listening to We Are Spoons by Sam Hart, which has created the basis for this entire story so please go listen (You can also listen to the Pint-sized Romeo - Gerard Way/Frank Iero Shipper Song, where I fell in love with a lyric that has become the title. But nothing else about the song relates to this story.) and I suddenly got an idea to write a fanfic based on some of the lyrics. So each of the chapters is based on a set of lyrics from that song. The final chapter we be called "Cause We Are Spoons". Yes this is a love story, but it's honestly rather dark, with talk of insanity, and paranoia, and murder. It is nothing like the fluffyness of the song, but I wanted the sort of theme song for this piece to contrast against the mature themes, so that you can see that there is real love hidden beneath all of the bad. There's more to say but I don't want to spoil things. So let me know what you think? This is not my first time writing dark pieces, as they're kind of my specialty, and I kind of hope you guys can keep me inspired enough to keep writing all approximately 16 chapters of this story. So please review, because I have issues with multi chapter pieces and hopefully I can get through this.

I apologize for this massive authors note.

Enjoy.

In Our Socks We Slide Across The Floor Like We Are Angels Over Water

Gray. Of course this place would be gray. The dull droning cement colour that brought Blaine's mood down to previously unknown levels with a single look. He glanced around the room, his eyes desperately searching for a splash of colour, anything other than the dull, boring, haunting gray.

Red.

His eyes flashed to the spot where he was sure he had seen it, although the spot was eerily empty.

What the hell.

There it was again, the flash of blood red accompanied by what appeared to be a dark navy…. He was seeing things again. He was always seeing things. Visions of stained-glass eyes flashed before his eyes and before he could stop himself he had his head in his chained hands, his fingers clutching desperately at his hair as he let out a loud shriek.

Blaine didn't notice the large men coming from behind the desk to sedate him at the nurses order, but he was sure that he felt the soft graze of skin he knew too well against his own, too quick for others to notice, before he fell unconscious.

- A Half-Hour Earlier -

Welcome to Dalton Academy for the Criminally Insane.

Well isn't that a peach, Blaine thought sarcastically as he glanced outside the windows of the small sedan, his eyes closed not out of lack of sleep but out of drowsiness from the sedative they had given him before transport. He smiled sardonically, almost laughing at the fact that he was here, in this gay Hogwarts that had been replaced by a mental institution when someone had set the school a flame about 20 years before. If only they knew. If only he knew.

He just kept his amused smirk plastered on his face as his door was wrenched open by a guard and he was yanked out by an elbow. He dropped out quickly, his body collapsing into a boneless heap on the ground, the drugs limiting his strength. The guard left him in the dirt for a moment, thinking he was resisting before he realized that the boy couldn't move and yanked him up by his armpits. Idiot, Blaine thought to himself but didn't or couldn't mention aloud, he wasn't sure which, you know who I am, do you think they would have left me to function normally?

All of a sudden he felt a breeze and he knew by sense the hands on him weren't the same. He heard more than saw the guard hit the floor and he let the fake smile drop off of his face. "Hello again," he whispered, his eyes closing so he could focus on the presence behind him, "I missed you."

He knew the being began to smile, used to the unusual feeling. "I'll never leave you Blaine." The voice was smooth, the quiet tone absorbing into his veins and cooling the warm blood, as a freezing finger dragged along his jugular down, to his collarbone and over his shoulder.

Blaine smiled serenely, his body unconsciously leaning back towards the touch, "Good."

And the next thing he knew there was a soft kiss placed on his neck, just before he heard the shouts. He stood alone for only a moment in complete stillness and then he collapsed.

The guard lay on the ground, dead, his jugular ripped out forcefully. And an unconscious Blaine lay less than three feet away, almost the entirety of his white uniform drenched in a scarlet red, his blood stained fingers twisting softly into the skin of his neck.

I love you.