Anyone else notice how I start every freaking thing I write with someone talking? Because I do. Always. And I don't know if that bothers people or not. I don't see why it would, but I hope it doesn't. because I like starting things that way.

p.s. I was hesitant to upload this because it sort of sucks

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"So, how are we going to do this?" Kurt whispered to Quinn, who quickly looked around making sure nobody was within hearing range of them. It was a silly thing to do, really. They were in the most deserted part of the library. There was a very small chance of seeing anyone else. Even on a Friday.

"Well, what if we had Finn ask Rachel? She'd tell that boy anything he wanted to know." She said with a slight smile.

Kurt frowned at her. "Why would Rachel know anything?"

Quinn looked shocked for a moment, but quickly dropped her gaze to her feet.

"No way. Quinn! Why didn't you tell me?"

She had a guilty, yet apologetic expression when she looked back up to him.

"I don't know," she whispered. "I guess it didn't seem very important?"

Kurt shot her a glare, but quickly dropped it.

"We'll talk about that later." He sighed. "As for now, I don't think that'll work. Even Rachel isn't too in love with him to realize he'd tell me."

Quinn pursed her lips as she gently ran her fingers across old book spines, looking at them as if they might give an answer to their problems.

"Listen, it won't be that hard. We'll just do it ourselves, okay?"

After a small smile from his partner in crime, they launched off into their master plans.

…..

October 8, 2011, anti-angel protest rallies get worse in Washington D.C.

The groups of Christian protesters got out of hand in front of the capital today as bricks were thrown at passing cars. Full story on page 5.

Kurt sighed, setting down the newspaper and remembering why he didn't usually read it. Hearing about the protesters only made him feel worse than he already did. The protests weren't necessarily anti-angel; they were more anti-angel's-rights. The hard core Christians thought that real angels (that's what Kurt called himself. Since he wasn't religious, he didn't believe in any other kind of angel.) were mocking their holy angels. They apparently were thick enough to believe that you just decided to be an angel, though science has proven that they were born that way. His mother was an angel, and she passed the gene on to him. He had no choice in it.

But it could always be worse. He could be like Blaine.

No matter how many people despised angels, there were always more for demons. Really, it made sense. Demons were unnatural; they were born normal, and changed some time in their life.

And if that's not bad enough, they also were known for committing mass murders.

But Blaine isn't that way. He thought. Blaine's never going to be that way. Blaine's good.

As if on command, there was a knock on the door.

"Just come in!" Kurt yelled from the couch

"Hey!" Blaine bounced in.

Kurt smiled at him, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. Blaine frowned as Kurt handed him the newspaper.

The article was horrible. He didn't see how they could even post something so crude. Every other line stated how disgraceful and disgusting Kurt's kind was.

He dropped the paper and wrapped his arms around the taller boy.

Kurt buried his face in his shoulder; doing his best not to let any tears sneak past his eyelids.

…..

"So after school, you and me, Lima Bean?" Blaine winked.

Kurt's stomach flipped, but his heart ached. More than anything he just wanted to grab Blaine's hand; but they were walking down a school hallway, and that just wouldn't be acceptable to anyone besides themselves. At school, it was only acceptable if nobody saw.

He sighed. "As lovely as that sounds, I'm staying after to study with Quinn."

Blaine shrugged. "Call me after, then."

…..

"I can't help today."

"What, why not? We had this all planned Quinn!"

"Kurt, I get to see Beth. I'm sorry, but I'm not going to pass up seeing my daughter. We can do it tomorrow!"

"No, it's happening tonight; whether you're there or not."

….

Kurt was walking down the hallway just after the last bell rang, trying not to be annoyed with Quinn. Beth was her baby, after all.

Seeing a tall Asian boy down the hall, he sprouted an idea.

"Mike!" he called, "Michael!"

Mike turned around, and upon seeing that it was Kurt calling him he smiled and waved. He waited for Kurt to catch up to him.

"You busy tonight?" Kurt asked.

"I'm taking Tina out at seven. Until then, no." he said.

"Perfect." Kurt smiled, "Come with me."

He grabbed Mike's hand and pulled him into the closest janitor's closet. Mike suddenly looked very, very nervous.

"Uh…Kurt? I don't know what's going on between you and Blaine, but I have a girlfriend. And honestly…I'm just not into that…" He said

Kurt rolled his eyes and started explaining to him what they were to do, and why Mike had to do it. As he explained, he pulled out two pairs of binoculars, notepads, and pencils.

….

Kurt and Mike sat under the window of Sue's office; peeping up every once in a while with a pair of binoculars to see what she was reading, but every time, it was boring Cheerios papers.

So they waited, and waited, and waited.

They were about to admit defeat, when they heard a noise from inside her office. Mike popped up to see what it was, but Kurt quickly yanked him back down. Moments later Sue was walking down the hallway, Le Car keys in hand. They waited until she was around the corner before standing up and dashing to her door. Mike tried the handle.

"It's locked." He said with a frown. He wiggled the knob harder, as if that would magically unlock it. Kurt sighed and pulled a small pin out of his pocket. He picked the lock with ease. With a smug smile, he opened the door for Mike, who gave him a good natured shove into the room.

"So what are we looking for?" he asked.

Kurt pursed his lips for a moment and shrugged. "Anything that could be of any use to us, I guess."

Mike pulled out his phone to check the time (though there was a clock right above his head) and shot off a quick text before telling Kurt that he only had 30 minutes. That was just enough time to search Sue's desk.

After 20 minutes of nothing but Cheerios reports, Mike looked up to Kurt with wide eyes.

"What is it?" Kurt cocked an eyebrow.

"Oh, nothing, just a list of every demon in this school!"

Kurt gasped and snatched the paper from his friend, but quickly shoved it back into his hands.

"Write it down, write it down!" he hissed.

"On it." He whipped the pencil from his pocket and fiercely began scribbling names down. Kurt took that time to put the things back where they were on her desk.

After 5 minutes of cleaning, organizing, and excited murmuring, they were off.

…..

As he waved goodbye to Mike, Kurt had a prickling feeling that he was being watched. He turned around to see a dark haired boy leaning against the school wall; he had yellow sunglasses on and looked as if he were about to fall asleep.

"Blaine?" Kurt frowned. "What are you doing here?"

Blaine didn't even look at him. "How'd your 'studying' go?" he said. His voice was completely free of emotion.

"Wha…What do you mean?"

"I saw Quinn leaving today. When you weren't with her, I went back to find you; help you study. Instead I saw you pulling Mike into a closet. Obviously getting worried, I waited for you to come out so I could ask you what the hell was going on, but when you came out you were still telling Mike about your plans for spying on Sue and getting information on the schools demons."

Kurt looked dumbfounded for a moment, before regaining his bearings.

"Everything I did was on Emma's orders. I don't see why that's a big deal Blaine."

Blaine pulled off his sunglasses. Kurt was grateful that his eyes were still the eyes he loved; not the eyes that scared him.

"How would you like to find out I was spying on you this whole time?" Blaine hissed.

A moment later, the realization of what he said hit hard in the pit of his stomach.

That was what he was supposed to be doing.

The anger melted out of his face and he shrugged. "You're right, though. I'm overreacting. If Emma told you to do it…well yeah. Then I guess you had no choice. Just, next time you're spying on her, could you tell me?"

Kurt looked at his feet and nodded. He looked much like a young child who just got scolded.

"I'm sorry." Blaine whispered. "Here, I'll make it up to you." He smiled. He twined his fingers with Kurt's and pulled him over to his car. He even opened the door for Kurt, who smiled slightly at the gesture.

"Lima Bean," He said with a wink as he slid in on the other side. "on me."

Kurt leaned over the middle console to rest his head on the Blaine's shoulder.

Blaine reached an arm up to wrap it around Kurt as he pulled out of the school parking lot.

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Well…..meh. Not all that happy with this chapter. I'll understand if you guys aren't either. But I did have one part started without someone talking. Yippie. And I understand that the part with the protestors really didn't fit with anything else in this chapter, I just wanted to explain how some other people view kurt and blaine. It'll make sense eventually…