This was based upon a tumblr post where someone said: "Okay here's that weird moment when I look at this and think: "What if Blaine's talking with the Devil, who happens to be wearing Kurt's skin because he thinks it'll make Blaine weaker to suggestion?"

And I just had to get this out, so enjoy!

Blaine swore he had been in his bed just moments ago, having finally lost the phone game of "no, you hang up first" and fallen asleep. But he felt the tacky upholstery of the Breadstix's booth groan faintly as he shifted his weight. This felt real, and looking up, he saw a smiling Kurt gazing at him with a twinkle in his eye.

"Kurt? What are we doing at Breadstix? We just came here a week ago!" said Blaine as he looked about. Curiously, it seemed like their booth was suspended in total darkness, the one lamp hanging from above to illuminate Kurt's lips that were turning into a smirk.

"Oh Blaine, please try and be a little smarter than that," teased Kurt and Blaine swore his eyes glinted black for a moment. "Do you really think we're at Breadstix's?"

"Why wouldn't we be?" asked Blaine.

"Oh, Blaine, honey, this is a manifestation of a happy time in your life," explained the person Blaine now knew could not be Kurt.

"Who are you? And why are we here?" asked Blaine, starting to feel worried at his predicament.

"I have a bargain for you, Blaine Anderson," said the Kurt look-a-like as he took Blaine's hand between his own.

"What?"

"I can promise you total protection for you and Kurt," said non-Kurt, rubbing little circles on the palm of his hand in a mockingly loving way. "No bullies, persecutors or death threats so long as you live."

"At what price?"

"Nothing too hard to give, Blaine," cooed the entity. "Your soul. An upstanding boy like you, your soul just glimmers with hope and the naiveté that the world is your oyster."

"Why would I do that? Kurt and I can take care of ourselves," argued Blaine, trying to take his hand back to no avail.

"Oh Blaine, we both know that while you mean well, you're just a coward at heart. You're afraid of what will happen, what your precious boyfriend will look like with a knife in his heart," said the figure as blood started to seep down the front of its shirt and trickle from the corners of its mouth. "You don't ever want to see Kurt in pain, do you? A zealous homophobe take away the life of an upcoming starlet?"

"N-no, I don't," said Blaine as he averted his eyes. He knew deep down this wasn't Kurt, but it looks like him. He can't bear to look.

"Then accept my offer," said Kurt pleasantly.

"I… Would do anything for Kurt."

"So… I'll take that as a yes?" The words used here, in this context just made Blaine shiver.

The reply was quiet, resigned.

"Yes."