Title: Watching in the darkness.

Summary: Kurt Hummel had always felt a presence around him, ever since he was a little boy. Now after ten years of seeing a pair of beautiful eyes that swirled with every shade of brown watching him, and of questions building up inside him. He may just get his answer. But would he rather have stayed not knowing when he finds out the truth?

Fiction rating: M- Mature.

Chapter title: Little Yellow post-it

Chapter rating: M- Mature.

Warnings: Bad language.

A/n: I know this is confusing for some of you, but it will all be explained later on in the fiction, I promise.

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Kurt looked at the floor, "I just...I don't know what to ask you."

Blaine nodded, "I know."

"Just...what...what do you want from me?" Kurt asked biting his lip.

Blaine sighed a little, "Whatever you'll give me."

Kurt's head snapped up, his face creased with confusion, "What do you mean?"

"I'll take whatever you give me, I don't know how else to explain it."

Kurt shook his head a little, as though he was deciding to go back to that question a little later, "What are you?"

"That's not important," Blaine shook his head firmly.

"Umm...yes it is," Kurt's eyes widened.

"I shouldn't have even told you I wasn't human...but I had too, you knew anyway," Blaine sighed, "I just want you to get to know me okay? The real me, not the...not what I am."

"What are you talking about?"

"I want us to be...friends, I want to get to know you and you to know me."

"Friends?" Kurt repeated, raising an eyebrow, "You've been stalking me for ten years to ask if we could be friends?"

"Well...no, I'm not...not really meant to talk to you but after...after Dave..." Blaine paused and shuddered at the same time as Kurt, "I just couldn't stand by and watch."

"Why can't you talk to me?"

"Because I'm not...we're just not meant too." Blaine stuttered, blushing slightly.

"Whatever you are...aren't mean to talk to...humans?"

"Yeah that's right."

"But..."

"Look, I just want us to be friends okay? God It's not rocket science" Blaine snapped.

Kurt winced further back against the bed and Blaine sighed loudly.

"Sorry...sorry I'm-I didn't mean to," Blaine reached out for Kurt's hand but Kurt jumped to his feet.

"Get out."

"What? Kurt please I don't..."

"Just get out, stay away from me," Kurt hissed, standing in the corner of his room with his arms wrapped around himself.

"No, Kurt I'm..."

"Get out." Kurt said firmly, "Just get out and don't come back."

"Kurt..."

"No, what the hell? You can't just come in here and...urgh, did you just expect me to be like 'Sure, I don't need to know what you are, this is all perfectly normal, of course we can be friends.'?" Kurt cried shaking his head slightly.

"Well...no not really but..."

"I have enough to deal with then having all of this fucked up shit as well," Kurt growled.

Blaine raised an eyebrow at Kurt's sudden outbreak of anger, "So that's it? After ten years, you're just going to kick me out?"

Kurt laughed bitterly, "This is crazy Blaine! What did you expect?"

"That maybe you wouldn't judge me on what I was before you knew me, I didn't think you were like that Kurt," Blaine sprung to his feet and stormed through the door.

Kurt blinked a few times, staring after him...what the hell?


At that was it, Kurt didn't see Blaine at all over the next few days, until he started to think that he had made it all up in his head. Apparently it still took it's toll on him though and his Dad refused to let him go to school on Friday when he still looked so pale and was tired all the time. For which Kurt was grateful, now he didn't have to worry about David for a few days when he tried to get his head around everything.

He spent most of his time texting Dylan and sleeping, which he really did need to catch up on. Luckily now the nightmares had stopped, that was pretty easy...he started to wonder if maybe Blaine had been controlling his dreams as well as his emotions.

Morning beautiful X- De-de.

The normal text Kurt got every Morning when he woke up, and it always made him smile. Dylan was great and although Kurt had decided not to tell anyone about David...well maybe he could get Dylan to give him a bit of advice.

Morning De-de, how's Ze-Ze? ;) X- Kurt

He's stripy and cuddly :P- De-de

Haha, aww, he's so cute :D- Kurt

Not as cute as you :)- De-de

Or you :)...Hey can I talk to you about something?- Kurt

You can talk to me about anything X- De-de

I'm a little worried about something :/- Kurt

...is it the Lego mafia?- De-de.

Haha, no sweetie it's not the Lego mafia- Kurt

You called me sweetie :D squeals- De-de.

Yes I did, look I...I don't know how to say this :/- Kurt

Is this about if we're dating or not? Because I'm just as confused as you ;)- De-de

No it's not about us Dylan, can we talk about that later?- Kurt

Of course, sorry, go on (we always get sidetracked when we talk)- De-de

I know we do! You know what? Never mind it's not important X- Kurt

Oh are you sure? Is it because I'm annoying you? I'm sorry- De-de.

No! No sweetie it's not you, it's just nothing to worry about :)- Kurt

If you're sure...- De-de.

Yep, one hundred percent. I have to go and get ready for school but I'll text you later okay?- Kurt.

Bye perfect, have an amazing day :D XXX- De-de.

You too :)- Kurt.

Kurt sighed and put his phone on his bedside table, he and Dylan weren't even officially dating...yet. And that really wasn't the type of thing that you tell someone over text on a Monday morning.


"Kurt!"

Kurt jumped a little in terror before he realized that Dave would never actually call him by his name, "Hey Rachel, what's up?"

"What do you mean what's up? You weren't here on Friday and I didn't hear from you over the whole weekend!" Rachel demanded, linking arms with him and pulling him across the parking lot.

"Oh, I was ill," Kurt explained, "Sorry."

"And you didn't think to text me? Me and Mercedes were worried sick!"

"I was um...texting Dylan, I must have forgot," Kurt admitted.

"Texting Dylan huh?" Rachel looked up at him with huge brown eyes, "Are you guys dating now then?"

"Well...no," Kurt shrugged, "But we're meeting up this weekend remember? I don't know what will happen then."

"I could put match maker on my portfolio as well now," Rachel skipped along beside him happily and Kurt just rolled his eyes a little but didn't say anything, he knew better then to contradict Rachel Berry on a Monday morning.

Kurt did his best, but he couldn't help but feel a little on edge. He soon found out that Dave wasn't in school today but he kept glancing around through out the day, in his classes, in the cafeteria, in the choir room in the parking lot. Luckily the day passed without fault...apart from a lot of interrogating from Rachel and Mercedes about Dylan.


On Sunday night, Kurt Hummel received his second kiss, and initiated his first. And well, he kind of regretted them...it's not that they weren't pleasant it's just that...well they weren't really anything. Considering his first experience was of a teenage neanderthal advancing on him, they could have been a lot worse. But if he could go back, he wouldn't have done the same again.

Kurt was a little confused about Dylan's personality. Over the phone he seemed bright, bubbly, someone he could really get along with. But when he met him at the mall on Sunday afternoon he was just...well a bit dull. Kurt didn't know if it was because they'd pretty much knew everything about each other because of all the texting but...it just seemed like there was nothing to talk about. It was...well it was actually kind of awkward.

Dylan didn't seem to think so though, he spent most of his and Kurt's time together blushing and hiding behind his hair, but later that night when Dylan drove him home, he'd walked Kurt to his door and pressed a short, soft peck to his lips and then pulled away, ducking his head and giving Kurt a nervous, unsure smile.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have..."

"Hey," Kurt shook his head at Dylan's protest and stepped forward, cupping his chin and placing a small kiss to his lips.

Dylan grinned, "I'll see you soon okay?"

Kurt had nodded, accepted Dylan's hug and then made his way inside.

Well maybe that wasn't the smartest thing to do...he didn't really know if he wanted to be with Dylan like that anymore, I mean...God he was just so damn boring!

Kurt sighed and stumbled up the stairs, pulling of his coat in the process and hanging it on the back of his chair. He was exhausted, trying to keep up two sides of a conversation was tiring. He hummed a little to himself as he changed into some more comfy sweats, he always felt that if you played something happy, something happy would happen...I mean you don't go around singing Mika in horror movies do you?

He opened up his wardrobe with a small sigh, pausing when he saw something out of the corner of his eye. Hanging down from the rail was one of his bow-ties with a small sticky note attached to it.

Hey.
Sorry, I saw this and HAD to borrow it...I know it's a little weird but...Umm...yeah, here's it back.
Blaine X

Kurt raised his eyebrow slightly, taking the note and scribbling a reply before placing it on the edge of his desk and going to brush his teeth.

Blaine,
The concept of borrowing something is to ask first.
Kurt.

When he returned, he gasped a little as he saw a reply at the bottom of the page.

Kurt,
Well...yeah, but at least I'm giving it back...I'm sorry, I just have an unhealthy obsession with bow-ties! They can complete any outfit!
Blaine X

Kurt snorted a little, writing a reply before he went down stairs to grab a can of diet coke.

Not EVERY outfit, do you wear one everyday? :O

He checked the note again before he giggled a little and climbed into bed, picking up his latest copy of Vogue.

9 times out of 10...yeah. I told you, unhealthy obsession! Night Kurt, sleep well. X


A/n: Hey, so umm...I had this chapter and about 2 more written and then I decided I hated the way the fiction was going, SO, I deleted them and restarted (sorry there was a bit of a wait) and now I really have no clue where this is going but I'm usually making it up as I go along anyway...Hopefully this chapter wasn't complete rubbish, I wasn't really in the zone when I wrote this so excuse me for my crap writing skills.