Title: Daybreak (2/?)
Author: foreternityblue
Pairing: Blaine/Kurt
Rating: R (for violence)
Chapter Word Count: 5, 300
Summary:
The Enclave: a place made specifically for demons to live and thrive in without the fear of being killed by humans, or actually killing humans, established by the "king" of demons himself. It sounds like an absolute haven for demons of all kinds-but something just doesn't feel right within the over sized walls of the city to a certain Kurt Hummel, who never did fit in with humans or "normal" demons to begin with, and he's sure he won't get used to living there. That is, until mysterious demon who lives on the edge and is more than a little interesting falls into his life, and Kurt finds himself tangled up trying to unravel what's going on, not only in the demon city, but in his own head. Demon!Klaine AU
Author's Note: This chapter wasn't meant to take this long, but the last few tests of the school year got in the way. Regardless, here it is! Chapter 2, newly edited and everything. I hope to get chapter 3 out by... tomorrow or the next day, or something along those lines. It'll probably be a shorter chapter compared to this one, so we'll see.

The following Monday, Kurt found himself gripping the steering wheel and driving himself and Finn to school in his car. Normally, Finn would drive simply because he preferred to, but he was still in his "situation" so, honestly, nobody trusted him to drive without getting into some form of an accident—anyway, not even Finn himself trusted himself to drive.

They technically didn't have to go to school; it was just a crazy formality. Being alive for a very ample amount of time meant that they had lived through history and learned most forms of math already. Going to school was more of a way to… pass time, and keep "teenage" demons occupied so they wouldn't do anything stupid with their free time- even though "adults" really couldn't stop them from doing something reckless.

Still, Kurt stared out of his window and around him at the city when they reached a red light, even though there wasn't really anything to look at. The Enclave looked like a normal human city, on the outside. Despite the normal appearance, though, Kurt knew that within the shadows of alleyways, there were some pretty terrifying things lurking. Apart from the knowledge that there were some pretty crazy things around, the city was kind of… pretty. Not that it made Kurt actually like the Enclave.

Some of the buildings were high and towering, with shiny, reflective outer walls, seeming to touch the sky. Most of those structures rose distance, near the center of the city where the corporate offices were. Others were small and quaint, which was mostly where Kurt lived with his family with a lot of other more "normal" demon families.

Apart from the contrasting buildings, there was another wall, shorter than the outer wall, of course, in the exact center of the town, which housed both the place where the "royals" lived, which was rumored to be the biggest building within the Enclave, which Kurt would easily believe. He had heard that the "royal" family preferred living lavishly like the 'true royalty', they were. Apart from that, the center wall held the formal political building, as well as Solacean Centre.

Solacean Centre was a huge square for both upper-class demons and ones lower down to go. It was almost like a huge mall, with better stores and richer people thriving within it. There were two separate schools in the Solacean Centre for the "kids" and "teenagers" who lived within the center walls: Dalton Academy for boys and Crawford Academy for girls. Both were incredibly prestigious—and only the rich and famous could go ther. It was also open to those considered extremely intelligent. Those people who chose to take the test to be admitted to Dalton and Crawford believed they deserved a higher education than what public schools could give them. Kurt could have taken the test, but he was perfectly happy living outside of Solacean Centre. In all honesty, that was a lie, since he wasn't exactly happy to be living in the Enclave in general, but he wouldn't have been any happier within the center walls, and he knew that.

No matter how good some people said the shopping was.

The Solacean Centre seemed to be full of snobby, annoying, uptight people. That fact by itself drove Kurt far away from the place, no matter how much of an absolute bitch he could be.

The honking of a horn from the car behind him alerted Kurt that the light had turned green, and he blinked in abrupt shock, and pressed on the gas quickly, starting off down the road once again. For a moment, he took a glance at Finn, who was concentrating on staring out of his passenger side window, periodically swallowing thickly. Kurt rolled his eyes a little bit, though he really couldn't blame his step brother, so he looked away and continued down the road easily.

The Hudmels lived in the "suburban" part of the Enclave, and Kurt was perfectly aware of that, especially since they were middle class. He was okay with where they lived though—not happy, but it was almost exactly like where they had lived before, just that there were a lot more people and the huge ass buildings still loomed in the distance. Those structures took away the "small town" atmosphere that Kurt had grown used to after the multiple years and living within them. His parents preferred to stay away from big cities, where more dangerous demons lived.

Their reasoning was shot since they relocated to the Enclave, though. Way to go parents. Following their reasoning perfectly. Totally.

Finally, Kurt pulled into the school parking lot and parked in the closest spot he could find, not exactly in the mood to seek out the perfect spot—for the day. Somehow, he was sure that the next day, he would take forever finding the best space, since he was just that obsessive about where he parked. It annoyed Finn to no extent, especially since Kurt did that Finn himself was driving.

He unbuckled his seatbelt and grabbed his bag from the back of the car before opening his door and glancing back at Finn, who hadn't exactly moved yet. "Finn," Kurt said sternly, and his brother twitched, "we have to get to school, come on. Maybe the nurse will have something for you to take so you can interact normally—well, as close to normal as we can really get."

With a slow nod, Finn grabbed his bag from the floor next to his feet and slid out of the car as well, closing it gently behind him. The softness contrasted sharply as Kurt slammed his door harder than he normally would have (his car was like his baby) and pulled his bag onto his shoulder, starting to make his way towards the front doors. Finn would follow him, Kurt knew that, so he just continued to walk the way he normally would, past all of the new faces who turned and stared at the brunet every so often before returning to their previous conversations. Kurt wasn't fazed by this, though; he was used to the stares after moving schools so many times. The only difference was that the stares from his newest peers were threatening, sizing him up and seeing if he was a menace to any of them. Before, when humans would stare, they were always in awe of Kurt's unnatural beauty, especially since he was a boy, which always pissed him off.

He walked through the open doors of William McKinley High School into a surprisingly nice school building. It wasn't bad, and the lockers seemed adequate enough, it was just like a normal high school, except for the students and faculty members.

Kurt took a glance at the paper the school sent him, and stared down at his schedule. Locker 156. He continued down the hall, and glanced back at Finn, who seemed to be turning into the nurse's office, probably for some of that injection that soothed the pain that he was feeling at the moment. Sure, that was something that the Hudmels should have had, but they weren't in the best financial situation since the move… they had actually run out about a month prior. Yet another reason why they shouldn't have left their small town.

Kurt turned sharply into another hallway and glanced at the numbers, noting when he saw 149 on the closest locker and continued to make his way down to locker 156. He found he had a top locker, thank goodness, and set to opening it. Kurt paid barely any attention to the person to the locker left of his who had his or her head basically in the locker, digging out something or organizing or… whatever the person was doing.

He opened his locker and stared at the barren walls, before sighing and digging through bulging bag. Kurt pulled out a locker shelf that he shoved into his bag the night before with all of his books that also happened to come in the mail and settled them carefully on the shelf, lining them up by order of classes. Math first, then English, followed by Art and so on and so forth.

When he was finally done organizing his books, he nodded to himself and reached for his binders, stopping his movements when he heard a rather cheery voice, "Hi, I'm Rachel Berry, future golden star!"

Blinking a few times, Kurt turned his head slowly towards the person; vaguely realizing she had probably been the one with her head stuck in her locker, and raised an eyebrow at the other brunette. She had straight cut bangs and was wearing a red headband, "Hello…" he said slowly, glancing at her outstretched hand before taking it carefully, "I'm Kurt Hummel."

"How nice to meet you! Isn't the school great? I hope they have a theatre program, so I can star in all of the shows since I'm sure no one else in this school can outshine me," she said rather quickly, with a bright smile, and Kurt tried not to take too much offense at her, accidental insult.

"I… I think they do have a theatre program, actually," Kurt said somewhat hesitantly, not sure if she would stop talking to him any time soon. As it turned out, that just started her on another rant which Kurt found both horribly annoying and… amusing, somehow. The girl was eccentric and kind of self-centered, but not in a completely bad way… kind of. All that mattered was that someone was actually talking to him while he put away his stuff, only keeping out his supplies for math class.

Rachel walked with him down the hall, claiming that her first period classroom was right next to his-which it was, he knew since he'd gotten a glimpse of her schedule. She continued talking to him all the way down the hall, and Kurt nodded every so often, responding easily. Sure, maybe a hundred years ago he would have told the girl to shut up—and he still felt the slight urge—but it had been a while since he had gotten a friend.

Along the way, he glanced around at some of the students more closely. There was an Asian duo standing together in the corner, the girl was clearly gothic and the boy was… kind of jock-looking. On the other hand, he saw a Latina leaning against a locker, glaring at passing people as if trying to stake out her apparent competition, and there was some guy with a Mohawk hitting on girls… already. All through Rachel's rambling, which he was still listening to, he glanced around him at the people he would be seeing almost constantly for probably a long, long time.

"So do you want to sit with me at lunch?" Rachel suddenly asked as they turned the hall where their classrooms were, looking earnest and honestly a little nervous.

Kurt stopped in between their classrooms and turned around to face Rachel completely before smiling a little bit, and nodding, "Yeah, sure. Not like I have anyone else to eat lunch with," he said with a light, almost sarcastic laugh even though it was true. "By the way," he added just as he was turning around, and Rachel stopped her movements as well, "Your headband doesn't really match your outfit—a blue one would. Just a tip," he said before turning and sauntering back into the classroom.

Just because he had made a new friend by being quiet didn't mean that he couldn't be a diva towards her. The side would come out eventually, and even though he heard Rachel huff, he was pretty sure she was okay. She was a diva, too, so she honestly shouldn't have cared anyways.

With an uncaring sigh, he walked into his classroom, letting the teacher greet him and direct him to his seat next to his window, which he took easily. He hoped the entire day would be uneventful and void of… demon issues. Like that would ever happen, though, it was a high school full of dangerous and probably uncontrolled somewhat young beings.

At lunch, Rachel pulled Kurt over to an empty table while Kurt held their trays begrudgingly, and they sat down, Rachel automatically starting to talk about something or another. Kurt honestly lost track, and he just stopped paying attention in general when the Latina demon from earlier in the morning walked over and plopped down unceremoniously.

Rachel stopped talking and turned slowly towards the rather attractive girl, an odd expression on her face, "Uhm… excuse me? We were already sitting here."

The Latina sighed and rolled her eyes, "Too bad. I'm sitting here now. Deal with it," she replied bitingly.

With her own sigh, Rachel held out her hand for the girl to take, though the dark haired demon just scoffed at it, "I'm Rachel Berry," Rachel introduced herself anyways, a tone of annoyance clear in her voice, "that's Kurt Hummel."

"Santana Lopez," she replied, "remember that name."

"Kurt!" a familiar voice interrupted before Rachel or Kurt could say anything in response, and everyone at the table looked at the guy making his way over to the table quickly, waving his hand in the air with an excited expression on his face. "Kurt! I feel great," Finn exclaimed, sitting himself down next to Rachel and turning towards her excitedly, "Hi, I'm Finn Hudson, his stepbrother, who are you?"

Kurt suddenly remembered one of the other reasons why his family stopped giving Finn the injections. They made him obnoxiously hyper and energetic and just… over all an annoyance to society. "Finn, would you calm down? I shouldn't have let you go to the nurse for an injection," Kurt mumbled, rubbing his face with one hand.

Finn simply waved him off and seemed all too concentrated with talking to Rachel about anything and everything that was on his mind—which ended up being a lot. Not that that was really a surprise to Kurt, Finn babbled when it came to injection side-effects. Rachel didn't really seem to mind, either, since there was actually someone to keep up with her constant patter even though they weren't exactly talking about something that Rachel was exactly interested in.

With another silent groan, Kurt turned his attention to Santana, who was looking at the pair with a distinct "What the fuck" expression on her face. "It's the injections," Kurt explained, drawing the Latina's attention towards him, "they give him weird side effects—including bizarre, extreme hyperactivity."

The girl rolled her eyes and cross her arms, "I'm sitting with freaks," she muttered. Kurt didn't take offense to what she said, since it was true. He was a freak and it wasn't like he had a problem with that, being a demon kind of automatically made one a freak. Even Santana.

"Well, would you look at that," came a sudden, threatening voice somewhere behind the chattering Finn and Rachel, though they stopped talking automatically when they heard it. Kurt didn't look up, though. Instead, he pulled out the book he brought to school and opened it, leaning forwards to read properly. "Looks like I found the freak table."

Slowly, Kurt looked up from his book—not to find out who was taunting them, no. He looked up to see Santana's reaction—and she looked positively livid for a few moments, before a sickeningly, scarily sweet smile spread across her face and she looked up slowly at the guy talking to them. Kurt looked as well, and found a bulky, tall, jock-looking demon looming over Finn and Rachel, who had turned around to stare.

"Excuse me," Santana said with mock-politeness, "I'm not a freak."

"Well, well, well," the sneer on the bully's face turned into a smooth smirk, and he walked over to Santana, leaning a hand on the table next to her… it looked almost forced, "looks like I found the beauty among the freaks. I don't blame you for reaching out to me, I'm a bit of a stud," Kurt silently gagged down at his book, glancing at Santana in time to see an odd emotion flash across her eyes. "I'm Karofsky."

Santana stood up slowly, still having that overdone smile at made Kurt fear just a little bit for his own life for once, and took a step closer to the bulky demon, her arms raising and going for his shoulders, "You're so right, I'm reaching out for you," the look in her eyes suddenly turned animalistic, and she dove forwards and shoved Karofsky far back. "To do that," she screamed, smirking as he shot backwards and ran straight into a light pole, putting a deep dent in it.

The entire courtyard quieted immediately when Karofsky's back made contact with the metal and a sickening crunching sound soon followed. There was entire silence, before the demon stood up slowly, straightening. Kurt, and many others, cringed when the sound of his spine popping met their ears, and next thing anyone knew, Karofsky was ramming into Santana, who kept a firm hold onto his shoulders making it so that they fell back together against a brick wall.

"Nobody pushes David Karofsky around!" he shouted, his hands finding her neck and his fingers closing around her. Santana kicked for a moment, before stilling and glaring at Karofsky. Nobody moved again, and everyone was concentrated on the fight that had just barely begun in the courtyard.

The Latina's hands slowly rose and clenched onto Karofksy's wrists, and the sound of cracking bones resounded in the courtyard, and the bully's face twisted into a pained expression, "Get your fucking hands off of me!" she pulled his hands away from her neck and held on, before twisting and ramming him into the bricks, leaving a Karofsky-sized gap in the previously perfectly laid bricks.

"You don't want to start this, girly," he spat, standing up slowly and rolling his wrist. Even all the way from where Kurt was sitting with his stepbrother and friend, the sound of the bones that Santana broke fitting back together and healing was far too loud. "I'll destroy you!"

There was a sarcastic, short, biting laugh as Santana threw her head back, before looking back at Karofsky and leaning forwards, the wind around her already picking up, "You wanna bet?" she called tauntingly, her voice changing into a twisted, high, frightening sound, "I'll destroy you!"

And with that the entire student body seemed to be alive again, jumping on tables and calling out bets. Kurt just sat there, staring wide-eyed, however.

A feral shout penetrated the sounds of students yelling, and Kurt couldn't tear his eyes away as one of Santana's arms grew longer, and became what looked like a dragon claw, her fingers growing longer and forming claws, and her skin turned a brighter red than her new arm was. Her hair spontaneously grew longer while her other hands formed claws at the ends of her nails as well, and small, not fully grown horns grew from her temples. Nor could he tear his eyes away as Karofsky didn't grow taller like Finn did, instead he just grew far more muscular, with beyond broad shoulders and his skin was engulfed in a perfect, midnight black, untouched by the slightest bit of light.

Their true forms. Their true, gruesome, completely horrifying true forms. It wasn't even like they were that much of a surprise, from what Kurt could tell of the their personalities within the short amount of time when they had been talking. Santana seemed demonic, and extremely fiery like a dragon, while Karofsky… seemed all muscle, strength, and not much else.

It was interesting, to say the least.

When the wind around the two settled, the shouts from the students died down as well. There was another moment of total silence before Santana laughed chillingly and dove forwards, her dragon arm raising up and coming down at Karofsky, who intercepted it and grabbed onto the wrist much like she had grabbed onto his when they had been "normal". It looked like he was trying to break it, but from his frustrated, demonic shout it clearly hadn't worked, and he twisted and launched her up towards the roof.

Gasps passed through the crowd, and there were murmurs and more bets made as Santana fell onto the flat rooftop of the school, with a too loud crashing sound. Shakily, from Kurt's point of view, Santana stood up and stood at the edge of the roof, a clear gash on her cheek, making it obvious to everyone paying attention that she had fallen face-first—more shouts erupted when people realized that Santana was bleeding red. She was bleeding absolute red. Next thing they knew Santana had dived head first from the building in what could have been perceived as a suicide attempt, if people didn't know any better.

Karofsky took a few steps back, probably thinking that he could avoid having the girl hit him and instead punched the hard, unforgiving pavement and maybe bash her skull and stop the fight automatically. However, he miscalculated, and Santana raised her dragon arm again as she fell and swiped at his head, causing him to fall back with a shout as her claws dug into the top of his head and drag down to his cheek, beads of red blooming before blood fell from the obscene gashes.

Landing on top of him easily, Santana laughed again, not moving her claws, and instead bringing up her other clawed hand and digging it into Karofsky's chest, dragging it downwards and wrenching a painful cry from Karofsky's mouth. Blood poured from his wounds, and Kurt looked away, finally, looking for the teachers—and found them standing next to the doors to the courtyard. He was confused for a few moments… until he realized why they weren't doing anything to stop the gruesome fight.

It was like a test. The teachers wanted to know which demon was stronger than the other. It was such an old way of measuring a demon's skill… it was the way that it used to always be done, and apparently was still done by some. There were a few teachers who were trying to step forwards—Kurt recognized the Spanish teacher and the guidance counselor—but most of the teachers were barricading them in between the crowd and the door.

With a disgruntled sigh, Kurt looked back to the fight—and cringed again when a meaty, muscular, somewhat gruesome hand grabbed Santana's head and squeezed, probably at least fracturing a little bit before throwing the girl off of him. Distantly, behind all of the uproar that restarted once more, he heard Rachel shouting something about how wrong this entire fight was, and he was entirely inclined to agree… but didn't. He was so… enthralled by the violent nature of it all, no matter how much it scared him in a way, because he had never seen two demons fight so closely before. Watching a transformation and watching a fight were two different things completely—and all he could really think about was that they were both lucky demons had a high pain tolerance, and healed alarmingly fast.

The gash in Santana's cheek was already mostly restored, and Kurt didn't doubt that her skull was already healing as well, since she was standing up without much of a problem. The large gashes on Karofsky's head and face were already half-healed, as well, and the ones on his chest. Those were mending much quicker since there was so much muscle it was probably hard for Santana to properly hurt him without putting too much effort into it.

The two demons stood up and glared each other down and dived forward once again. Santana's dragon claws found their way to Karofsky's sides, only digging probably about an inch into the muscle, before dragging out towards each other towards his stomach while Karofsky's hands somehow got to Santana's leg and broke it, the sound of her bones snapping almost causing a riot among younglings, especially when the bone tore through the skin. Kurt could sense Finn struggling not to transform at that moment, because there was so much blood being spilled and demonic energy buzzing in the air—

"That's enough!" came a shout, finally, and all of the students fell silent once more, and turned towards where the teachers were standing. The vice principal, Sue Sylvester, stood there with her arms crossed and an angry, calculating expression on her face that made everyone fall deadly silent. "It's clear that we've seen enough. Schuester, Pillsberry, Beist, get those students to the infirmary, now," she barked, before turning on her heel and marching inside. The Spanish teacher, football coach, and guidance counselor started forwards immediately, making their way over to the two demons lying on the pavement, not moving even though they probably could have.

Swallowing thickly, Kurt turned towards his stepbrother and Rachel, taking a few deep breaths, which were interrupted by a sudden cringe due to a sudden, sharp pain stabbing through his head, voices arising once more. "You okay, bro?" Finn asked faintly, and Kurt forced himself to nod, before grabbing his book and standing up, turning to walk away from the courtyard. He needed to clear his head, away from the smell and sight of blood, and most certainly away from his peers. He'd just go to the library.

After school, Kurt drove himself and a tenser Finn home, since the injection had worn off with the minor bloodlust Finn had felt during the fight. They drove in silence until Kurt pulled into his driveway and climbed out of the car. He headed into the house quickly and dumped his bag in the front hall before retrieving the book he had been reading earlier and retreating out the door again. He explained to a silently confused Finn that he was going to the park as he was walking out the door, and by the time Finn shouted a strained okay, Kurt was already walking down the sidewalk.

It really shouldn't have affected him so much, a fight between two demons on his first day of school in the Enclave, but it did. It brought up thoughts he had been denying for such a long time… thoughts that made him wonder what his trigger was, what his true form was. Kurt just… felt like he had nowhere to belong.

He didn't belong in the human world—he laughed at that thought. He was far too weird to live among those beings… but he didn't exactly belong in the demon world, either. Kurt had no idea what his trigger was, nor did he even have an idea what his true form was because he didn't know who he was on the inside. He was doubting himself and he didn't like it. He didn't like it at all and it really just… sucked.

Taking a sharp turn, Kurt walked under the arch was marked the beginning of the park, and immediately made his way over to the empty bench next to a patch of trees and bushes. Kurt settled down carefully and crossed his legs, opening the book in his lap. He was craving a distraction from his thoughts, so he focused all of his attention on the page that he was reading, analyzing basically every little word that he read just so that there was almost literally no room in his head for any other thoughts.

Cheerful shouts of children ended up distracting him, however, and he looked up from his book, watching the small group of tiny demons—probably around two hundred years old or so—running around. It looked like they were playing tag, or hide and go seek, or something along those lined… it kind of made Kurt smile, only slightly, however. He watched them quietly, leaning back against the bench while retaining his impeccable posture, not knowing exactly what to think or say in that moment.

When a little girl wearing a yellow sundress that complimented her bright, perfect, blonde hair was pushed by a little boy, Kurt made a move to stand up and call the child out, because that just wasn't fair. He stopped halfway up and watched as another small boy yelled at the offender before helping the fallen demon up, asking her if she was okay. Tears had been pricking her eyes, and she was sniffling pretty badly but she shook her head, no. The kind little demon pouted a little bit, before leaning forwards and kissing the girl's cheek sweetly, causing her to stop tearing up and absolutely beam, her smile making Kurt think about the sun.

Kurt, admittedly, missed that. He missed the perfect innocence of being a young demon, mainly new to the world. He missed being able to run around and laugh and shriek and giggle… he missed picking flowers and having tea parties and—

He stopped himself. That was a beyond dangerous train of thought, which he mentally chastised himself for, before opening his book again and trying to concentrate on it like he had earlier until he had been distracted by the kids. Just as he opened the cover, however, another stabbing pain went through his head, and he almost dropped the book in favor of clutching his head and curling in on himself. He controlled himself and let go of the book with one hand, pressing it against the side of his head, weaving his fingers through his previously meticulously styled hair.

"Damn…" he muttered softly to himself, taking a few deep breaths before blinking his eyes open once again. Everything suddenly seemed too bright, and the sun was basically blinding him. Kurt had half the mind to just go home and sit in his room to read, and he was actually standing up to do so, until the voices left his head and it was like the pain was never there, and everything… didn't seem brighter, it seemed more colorful.

Kurt fell back against the bench, a confused expression crossing his face before he shook his head and opened the book again. He was honestly doing amazingly well at focusing on the words until there was an abrupt crash next to him in the thicket of trees that made him jump and quieted the children playing. Kurt had a feeling that the cracking sounds weren't just the trees, though…

Carefully, he glanced at the page he was on and remembered it, before putting the book down next to him and standing up, making his way towards the trees without another glance at the children, who seemed a little scared of the sudden crash. Kurt made his way through the trees and bushes, frowning as twigs pulled at the fabric of his clothes. He pushed forwards until he reached about the middle of the grove, stopping a little ways away from it and staring at the damage.

A thick branch from a tree lay on the ground looking like it had been torn away from the trunk. Leaves were strewn about the ground and the bush directly under said tree appeared to be almost flattened. Kurt's eyebrows rose slightly before he stepped forward and leaned over a bunch of bushes just a little ahead of him. A gasp fell from his mouth when he saw a rather battered demon lying there. He looked to be about Kurt's age with mussed black hair that had about a multitude of leaves stuck in it, with a thinner branch (probably from the flattened bush) protruding from his chest, obviously stabbed straight through from his back to his chest. The wound was bleeding, clearly, and there were plenty of other scratches and cuts—

Kurt should have left. It was natural for demons to not help other demons when they were in trouble. It was just the way it worked… but he didn't. Instead, he stepped over the bush and walked mostly hesitantly towards the unconscious demon.