Night and Day

A/N: So as I write, I'm eating old, crunchy candy corn from Halloween. It tastes like plastic and sugar. (I should stop eating it.) Just thought I'd get that out there.

So… I'd like to thank Jellyfisher2 for the review and Jellyfisher2, meglovesklaine, and KurtiePie for the alerts! You're all awesome!

So if it wasn't quite clear before, Kurt, Burt, Rachel, Finn, Tina, and Mr. Schue are Lights. In this chapter we meet the Darks! Yay.

And also, does anyone really want to find out who Blaine's parents are on the show? I do!

One more super-quick thing. Lumière and Sombre are pretty much the French translations of "light" and "dark". I'm so original. Okay, on with the second chapter of Night and Day.


Like Kurt, Blaine had been born without a mother.

Unfortunately, that was where the similarities ended. You see, Blaine was a Dark, living in Sombre. While Lumière was a clean, comfortable place where it was always daytime, Sombre was bathed in a musky twilight—not exactly nighttime, but never afternoon either. The city reeked of garbage, alcohol and body odor.

The Darks, like the Lights, aren't born the way humans are born. They simply appear with a puff of smoke and ashes into their mothers' arms. But unfortunately for them, when they reach fourteen years of age, they are abandoned and left to fend for themselves in the dark alleys, if not earlier.

The streets of Sombre were not peaceful streets, often crowded with drunks and perverts. Every night there would be at least five bar brawls, and Darks were often horribly wounded. Some Darks were just plain crazy, even going to the lengths of slicing off others' dark-feathered wings.

Blaine would consider himself to be well-off. He was settled comfortably in an alley near the outskirts of town, where not much trouble was found. His mother and father had abandoned him when he was merely eleven, and after spending six years on the streets, he was pretty experienced.

Noah "Puck" Puckerman, a well-known bar brawler, had recruited him to join his "gang", if it could be called that. The small group consisted of Puck, Blaine, and Brittany and Santana, two lesbian Darks who, though looked like nothing but sex kittens, were absolutely lethal. They were street-smart, agile, and the gang's secret weapons.

Now the gang was lazing around near the border of Sombre, just a few wing flaps' distance from Lumière. The Darks loathed the Lights, but they didn't loathe them enough to brave entering the disgusting place they called home.

Well, Blaine had heard it was disgusting. No one had actually seen Lumière before.

Many, many years ago, the Lights and the Darks had lived in one place, together, in harmony. Then something had happened, and now they were here, living isolated, doomed to stay in this place of destruction and sadness and loneliness.

"Dude," Blaine heard Puck say, and turned, wincing as his leather jacket rubbed against a bad gash on his upper arm. He'd gotten caught up in a brawl the other night.

"Yeah?" Blaine replied, pushing a loose brown curl out of his eyes.

"Did you hear me?" Puck glared at him, brown eyes threatening, but Blaine just rolled his eyes. He knew better than to believe Puck's bravado. Sure, he was strong, but he himself knew that Blaine was stronger. "I dared you to sneak into Lumière."

Blaine choked on his own spit, sending him into a coughing fit. Brittany glanced over at Santana, who snorted. "Smooth."

"Wh-what? Sneak into Lumière?" Blaine gaped at Puck. "That's forbidden. Imagine what they'd do to me if they caught me."

"Who's they?" Brittany interjected, flicking her blonde locks over her shoulder.

Puck nodded. "Everyone's busy at the bars and the brothels. No one will even notice if you paraded around with a neon sign saying 'I'm going to Lumière now!'."

"Come on, Puck," Blaine protested. "You've heard the stories. It's gross there." It was a lame attempt at getting out of it, but he tried.

"Do it," Puck began menacingly, "or we'll kick you out of the gang and make sure everyone knows you're the one who took that fifteen year old Dark's V card at Stanley's brothel."

Blaine hadn't taken that girl's virginity. Puck had. And once the Darks found out who did it, they would attack. All the male Darks had wanted that innocent blonde-haired, blue-eyed, Barbie-looking girl. The stupid Darks were focused on nothing but blood, booze, and sex.

Except for Blaine. He wasn't big on paying someone to have sex, not to mention the fact that there was no emotion involved. Call him a hopeless romantic, but unlike the rest of the Darks in his gang, he was still a virgin and was waiting for the right one to come along.

"Well?" Santana stood next to Puck, arms crossed and one eyebrow arched. "Are you in, or are you out?"

Blaine gulped, glancing towards the Sombre border. There wasn't an electric fence or anything, just… smoke, a small width away from Lumière but a very, very great height. The border seemed to stretch upwards forever, and Blaine was sure it went up into some other universe.

"You can go through it," Brittany said encouragingly, her dumb but sweet personality showing through. "Lord Tubbington went in it once when he ran away, but he came back perfectly fine." Lord Tubbington was Brittany's cat, whom she kept in a small cage in their alleyway.

"You know what? Fine—I'm going to Lumière," Blaine snapped, glaring at Puck. "And to prove it, I'll bring back a feather from a Light's wing."

Puck raised his eyebrows. "They're going to kill you if you get over there. But if you do come back, you better have a feather or else you're still getting kicked out."

"When I get over there and when I come back," Blaine corrected. With one last sneer at Puck, he unfurled his dark wings, let them catch on an air current, and soared straight into the smoke border.


A/N: Yay! Another chapter's been finished. Next chapter, we'll actually find out what happens. Will Blaine get into Lumière? How's he going to get a Light feather? I'll update soon. Thanks for reading!

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