"Please tell me this is some prank gone horrible wrong," Blaine whispered, tears filling his eyes as he takes in the Dark Mark on Kurt's arm. "Please tell me you didn't."
"I had to," Kurt bit out with a glare.
"No, Kurt no you didn't," Blaine said, shaking his head and taking a step backwards.
"I had to. You don't understand, I had to. I need to protect my father."
"And he was okay with this?!" Blaine asked incredulously, a tight knot forming in his stomach. "This is the last thing that he would have wanted you to do."
"He doesn't have to know," Kurt responded coldly. "I can protect you too, you know."
"No you can't, not like this." Blaine took another step towards the door, away from Kurt. "You're going to die, Kurt. Don't you get it?"
A flash of hurt crossed Kurt's face before he stiffened. "The Dark Lord has powers that can protect me and my family. He has power that I can be a part of. I won't die."
"He won't protect you though, Kurt!" Blaine shouted vehemently, his voice cracking as he reached Kurt's name. "He uses all of his death eaters until they are no longer of use to him. He doesn't care."
"Yes he does!" Kurt shouted angrily in reply, shoving his sleeve back down over the mark.
"I can't be with you if your allegiance is sworn to him. I just can't do it."
"Blaine!"
"I don't want you to die Kurt," Blaine repeated one more before backing out the door.
Somehow, he managed to make it to the room of requirement before breaking down completely. He threw himself into the room, landing on a pile of soft cushions before he completely lost it. There was no getting Kurt out of this. He'd made his decision and gotten marked. Once you were a death eater you were stuck with Voldemort until you died. There was no quitting.