Title: Daybreak (7/?)
Author: foreternityblue
Pairing: Blaine/Kurt
Rating: R (for violence)
Chapter Word Count: 4, 000
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 was just fun for me personally to write.


The speed at which they darted down the road was absolutely insane and Kurt was aware of that fact somewhere in the back of his mind. However, in the forefront of his mind, there was an odd feeling of freedom and the brunet really wasn't bothered by the fact that Blaine was taking him down roads that he had never seen before. He wasn't worried at all, and thoughts about his parents' rules weren't even present in his mind. He readjusted his arms around Blaine's waist several times, but his chest was still pressed as closely to the demon's back as possible the entire time, and he was mainly uncaring of the wind rushing past, due to the fact that he couldn't feel the cold unless it was extreme.

Under normal circumstances Kurt would be much more hesitant and flustered by how close they were and how tightly he was gripping onto Blaine. At this point though, he couldn't have cared less as they passed buildings that Kurt had never seen up close before, and took paths that he probably was never meant to remember. Normally he'd be concerned about the fact that his bag was still over his shoulder but his head was so blissfully clear that he couldn't bring himself to care.

They drove for a while, moving steadily closer to the outer wall of the Enclave. Kurt found himself occupied with looking around at the ruined area they were driving through. Some buildings were somehow already crumbling, which confused Kurt. After a while he simply figured that it was because of the constant demon fights that raged at night. It was somehow beautiful, though, in a ruined way that just caught his attention and refused to let go.

There were some demons lurking in the shadows, only visible because of bright eyes that flashed by when Kurt caught them out of the corner of his eyes. Those bright eyes were practically glowing in the dark shadows of the buildings; eyes that could only be gained from killing another demon. A few times he saw black figures slinking around, causing his body to stiffen and his blood to go cold until they passed the figures and Kurt could concentrate on something else once again.

As they got closer and closer to the wall, Kurt's anticipation rose higher and higher at the sharp turns down rough streets to the point that they weren't even on an actual road anymore. He felt closer to the rest of the world than he had in what seemed like ages. It felt like he was getting closer to the actual sky, the sky of the real world, not the sky of the demon world.

There wasn't a difference between the humans' sky and the demons' sky, and Kurt knew that, but it just felt like there was a difference somehow. At one point, he tipped his head back and just stared at the sky through his tinted helmet. It was such a pretty blue even from behind the visor… but it didn't hold that familiarity that he had felt staring up at the sky outside of the wall. Maybe it was Kurt's innate hatred of the Enclave, but it just didn't feel the same to him.

When they started to slow down near a forest-like area, he wondered if maybe he should loosen his arms around Blaine, but decided against it, instead opting to wait until they came to a complete stop to pull away from his friend. There was no use loosening his grip only to have Blaine speed up once more, which Kurt though was likely something that Blaine would do. It was a pretty area, though, with the tall trees and flowers growing haphazardly-the only thing marring the scene was the wall sitting just a little away from them.

Blaine sat up slowly, letting go of the handlebars of his bike, causing Kurt to sit up as well, before detangling his arms from the dark haired demon's torso and stretching them upwards briefly before letting them drop. Carefully, Kurt swung his leg over the bike and stood up, swaying precariously. Trying to stabilize himself he grabbed onto Blaine's shoulder to steady himself after sitting for what felt like a good hour. Dimly, he heard a muffled chuckle as he felt Blaine's arm move and his eyes slid over to his friend to watch as the other teen pulled the helmet off of his head.

It was obvious that Kurt should have pulled his own helmet off of his head at that point, but he was too preoccupied by staring at Blaine as he ran his fingers through his gelled, curly hair, ruffling it a little bit. It looked pretty damn amazing considering the fact that he had just been wearing a helmet.

Blaine got off of the bike as well, and turned to Kurt, an eyebrow raised probably due to amusement, before he laughed shortly and reached for Kurt's helmet, carefully pulling it off of the brunet's head, "You could have taken your helmet off, you know that, right?" he asked teasingly, before turning and setting it on the seat of the sports bike, only looking away for a moment before his gaze returned to Kurt.

With a roll of his eyes, Kurt simply shrugs and reaches up in a vain attempt to fix his hair, "I got distracted by the forest—where are we? My dad is going to kill me if he finds out I'm so far away from home and that I just rode on the back of a sports bike…" not a lie, Burt would probably flip shit. However, Kurt didn't feel a sense of panic about getting in trouble, which was strange for him. Kurt really hated getting in trouble, but for once he didn't really care that much. He felt calm. Amazingly so.

"We could always head back if you want," Blaine proposed, raising his eyebrow up at Kurt before reaching out and batting Kurt's hand away from his hair lightly, starting to fix his hair for him. "I don't want you to get in trouble, though I do hope that you don't mind too much that I ride a sports bike or anything…"

Kurt blinked as Blaine ran his fingers through his hair that he was normally too picky about to let anyone else touch, "I don't really mind anymore," he replied honestly, "at first I was a little surprised by the fact that you ride something like that," He gestured to the bike, "Especially since I was expecting some shiny expensive car or something… but I really don't want to go back to my house. It's stifling, staying there without anything to do except read." When Blaine pulled his hand away from his brown hair, Kurt tugged his bag over his shoulder and set it on the ground next to the bike. "Where are we, again?"

Blaine laughed somewhat loudly, before walking over to a tree stump and sitting down on it, setting his elbows on his knees and his chin on top of his hands as he stared up at Kurt, "Everyone is surprised when I tell them I drive a motor bike, until they really get to know me. Then they understand. I do own a car, though, so if you would prefer I pick you up in that next time we hang out…" he trailed off and grinned. Kurt snorted lightly at that and walked over, sitting on another tree stump next to Blaine's. "Anyways, we're just in a forest right next to the outer wall, which I'm sure you could tell. It's not really anywhere specific."

"Until they get to know you," Kurt echoed, trying not to think about the state of his hair too much, instead opting to wonder exactly what Blaine meant by 'until they get to know me'. Well, he was getting to know Blaine… maybe he would figure some things out. "And the next time we hang out? Who says that there is a next time, Mr. Anderson?" he teased lightly with a small grin.

For a moment, Blaine seemed confused, before he simply laughed again, "I like being optimistic sometimes," he stated between his light laughter, before he bit his bottom lip and looked over at Kurt. "So… why did you go with me, anyways? It looked like you were about to say no since I was on this apparent death trap, according to some of my friends. I wouldn't have blamed you if you had said no."

Glancing away from Blaine, Kurt bit the inside of his cheek and forced himself to shrug a little bit, unsure of whether or not it would be a good idea to be blatantly honest with the dark haired teen. "Well, I did say that we could hang out and I didn't want to cancel last minute because of something so stupid…"

Blaine blinked at time, suspicion crossing his striking hazel eyes, "That's not really much of an excuse, you know… come on, you can tell me anything. I won't tell a soul." Kurt hesitated, before he shrugged again and glanced away from Blaine, wanting the demon to stop reinforcing the question. "… Does it have something to do with those jocks shouting insults at you?"

Kurt found that as scarily accurate for a first guess but Kurt figured it'd be useless to avoid the subject anymore. Blaine didn't even go to his school, so it's not like it mattered that much, "Yes, it does," he confirmed, glancing over at Blaine, who was obviously waiting for him to specify further what he was talking about. "My apparent friends," he made air quotes around the word 'friends' because he honestly wasn't sure what he was to them with the exception of Finn and Rachel, "started a whole "I've done this in my entire life" competition that turned into sharing triggers time.

"I didn't say anything at all throughout the entire thing even though I probably should have said something to avoid suspicion. Santana, one of the girls sitting at my table, decided it'd be a great idea to make me to tell them what my trigger was and they were all staring at me intensely. I ended up admitting…" he paused again, not sure if he really wanted to say it, shifting around on the tree stump, feeling Blaine staring at him expectantly. "I ended up admitting that I don't know my trigger despite how old I am."

There was a moment of silence, only broken by the sound of wind rustling through the leaves on the trees… until Blaine started to laugh again, his shoulders shaking as his arms dropped from his knees and his forehead fell against his knees instead. With a rather sharp frown, Kurt cross his arms and glared over at the laughing demon, resisting the urge to kick him in the side or something. They sat like that for a while, Blaine's laughter filtering through the forest, echoing slightly. Kurt thought about leaving rather than sitting there and getting laughed at.

"What a great friend you are," Kurt snapped, turning his head away from Blaine and staring off into the trees as his laughter started to fade slowly; painfully slowly, actually. Annoyance was clear in his mind and he really wanted to yell at his friend, but he simply utilized his control over his emotions.

Blaine laughed softly before sitting up and reaching over, setting his hand on Kurt's shoulder gently and gripping it with enough force to make Kurt look back over at the dark haired demon, a pissed off expression still on his face. "I'm not laughing at you, I promise," he said soothingly, before taking a few deep breaths. "I'm really just laughing because of the irony of the situation."

"… The irony?" Kurt echoed his eyebrow raising as the annoyance faded from his eyes just barely. It was still evident but it wasn't really as… severe as before.

"Maybe not irony," Blaine corrected himself, loosening his grip on Kurt's shoulder slightly but leaving his hand there, "more like the coincidence? I mean… you're a controlled demon… and so am I."

Kurt's mouth fell open slightly as he slowly turned his body to look at Blaine properly, his eyebrow arching, "… You're a controlled demon? Really?" he asked, leaning toward Blaine a little, unsure of whether or not he could actually believe his friend. It wasn't like there was evidence proving that Blaine was controlled… but there wasn't evidence against it, either. But that was just so improbable, becoming friends with one of the few other controlled demons in the entire world.

With a slightly teasing smile Blaine leaned towards him as well, poking Kurt's nose with his index finger and giving a short, quiet laugh, "I promise I'm not lying, I really am a controlled demon, Kurt. I have no reason to lie to you, anyways. I always felt like there was something big that we had in common, and now I have confirmation and everything!"

Finally laughing himself Kurt reached up and grabbed Blaine's hand, taking it off and just held it for a little while. "Well, I guess that's a little bit of a relief… odd, but definitely a relief. What a small island this is indeed," he joked, causing Blaine to jolt slightly with an unheard laugh, turning his hand in Kurt's and squeezing the paler demon's hand before letting go completely.

Conversation came easier after that, and Kurt started to ask random questions that filtered through mind as time wore on. He didn't notice when the sky turned orange, slowly getting darker and darker, since he really wasn't paying attention to the time. The only reason he actually started paying attention to the time was when Blaine suddenly asked him "Do you want to do something positively insane?" his tone excited. He stood up from the tree stump, grinning down at the brunet, his hazel eyes bright with anticipation.

Kurt stared up at him confusedly, and in turn ended up glancing at the almost purple-like sky. For a moment, he panicked internally because he really had to be getting home… but on the other hand he would be late anyway. What would it hurt if he spent a little bit longer with the one person who almost fully understood him-more than anyone else in the world? "Something positively insane?" he echoed, standing up as well, brushing off his pants before crossing his arms. "Define positively insane."

Blaine didn't stop grinning as he started to walk backwards towards his bike slowly, his shoulders rising up in the air shortly, "You'll just have to wait and see. It'll be awesome, though, I promise."

"I've never done anything crazy before," Kurt stated, walking after Blaine, grabbing the helmet that was handed to him, "I have a protective father who will probably end up grounding me because I'm out way too late."

"I could always take you back home instead," Blaine repeated, pulling his helmet over his head snugly, lifting the eye cover to properly look at Kurt and to talk to him without sounding muffled. "Then again, what we're about to do might be a faster way to get you back home…" Kurt could see how the corners of Blaine's eyes wrinkled, showing that he was grinning even more.

Kurt blinked a few times, glancing from Blaine, to the bike, to the road that they took, before he looked back at Blaine, smiling a little, "May as well do something crazy for once in my life, as long as it doesn't include jumping from roof to roof. I know that's how we met and everything, but you got really hurt." He pulled the helmet over his head, and reached over to snap the eye cover on Blaine's helmet down with a slight smirk, not that Blaine could see said smirk.

Blaine clearly laughed again—it was obvious from the way his head tilted back for a moment—before turning and straddling his bike again, giving Kurt some time to grab his bag from the ground and pull it over his head, adjusting the strap so it fitted tighter around his chest. He swung his legs over the bike like he did hours before and settled on it, wrapping his arms securely around the other man, pressing their bodies together once again.

Before the bike started, Blaine turned his head and lifted his eye cover again, staring back at Kurt blinked behind his helmet, seeing a tinted version of Blaine's hazel eyes. His eyes were just so… well, it had been obvious from the beginning that they were rather striking, beautiful, alluring almost, but they just flashed suddenly in a way that Kurt had never really seen. It wasn't a quick darkening to black; it was like they got lighter suddenly. "Close your eyes," Blaine said, "I'm taking a path that literally no one can know about."

For a few moments, Kurt stared at him, wondering how Blaine even knew about where they were going in that case, before nodding and closing his eyes, leaning his helmet against Blaine's back. He readjusted his arms as the dark haired demon turned to face forward again, hearing the click of his eye cover slipping back into place. The bike hummed to life, and Kurt lifted his feet from the ground, leaning forward with Blaine urged the bike to speed it was previously within moments.

Having his eyes closed heightened the rest of his senses to an alarming level. His fingers pressed against Blaine's sides, feeling the tight muscles underneath his jacket. Kurt could practically feel the blood flowing through his friend's veins. He could even smell Blaine through his helmet—yes, smell- sounded kind of creepy, even to Kurt's mind, but all demons had specific smells while, to him, humans just all smelled the same.

It was an almost intoxicating scent that Kurt found himself concentrating on, letting the far too addicting scent of vanilla, jasmine tea, and freshly baked bread basically drown his sense of smell. He pressed himself a little harder against Blaine's back, humming softly; acutely aware of the fact that Blaine could probably feel the hum because of how closely they were pressed together.

Kurt could sense how quickly they were driving, and he could feel every single turn they took, every single time flexing his arms around Blaine's torso. He blocked out the sound of wind rushing passed and focused on the thudding of Blaine's heart despite the fact that demons really didn't need them. It was kind of like how humans had tailbones, demons had functioning hearts and flowing blood.

The bike suddenly started going up a sharp incline. Kurt stiffened slightly and refused to give in to the urge to squeeze Blaine's body hard enough to potentially hurt. Kurt really, really wanted to open his eyes to figure out where they were, but he didn't, remembering that he had kind of promised that he wouldn't peak at all. Normally, he was ridiculously careful about promises and he worked really hard to keep them no matter what.

Briefly, it occurred to Kurt that there was warm air hitting his body suddenly. Were they inside something? That made no sense, but no matter. He let the small fact slide to the back of his mind, until they were suddenly hit by cold air once again, making him think that they were outside. His head felt a little light for a moment until it adjusted to the sudden temperature change.

The bike started to slow down slightly as it turned right and then came to a complete stop. Blaine didn't sit up and Kurt didn't put his feet like Blaine had just done. Slowly, his friend sat up, bringing Kurt along with him once again, and they were moving backwards inch by inch before they stopped completely. "We're here," Blaine said, his voice far too clear for him to still be wearing a helmet.

Kurt unwrapped his arms around Blaine's torso and blinked, keeping his eyes trained onto Blaine's head as he reached up and pulled his helmet off—he stopped and almost screamed when he realized just where they were, "What the—Blaine are you—seriously?" he shrieked, throwing his arms around Blaine's waist again, pressing his face against the dark haired demon's back. The fact that he was still holding the helmet in his hands made Blaine grunted as it came into rough contact with his stomach.

They were on top of the fucking outer wall. The outer wall. As in, over a thousand feet in the air far above the rest of the city—even the skyscrapers.

"Hey, I told you it'd be insane," Blaine pointed out, "but the view is great up here, just look around!"

Tentatively, Kurt lifted his face from Blaine's back, not thinking about the fact that he had just been clinging to the other demon for dear life. He looked around carefully, pulling his arms from around Blaine's waist once more, still clutching to the helmet tightly as he leaned to the side to stare over the Enclave, blinking down at it. It was actually a pretty place from how high up they were. The lights from within the inner wall were bright, while the brightness started to fade as one's gaze got closer and closer to the wall.

His gaze turned to the sky, where the moon was rising slowly over the horizon and he sighed happily because he could finally see the moon starting to rise and not just when the moon was high in the sky. Pulling a hand from the helmet he gripped one of Blaine's shoulders and twisted his torso to look over at the human world that he almost missed and he couldn't help but smile a little at the large body of water between the island and the mainland which was shinning brightly with twinkling lights of the city.

"You miss the human world," Blaine stated. It wasn't a question because it was just that obvious that Kurt did.

With a small sigh, Kurt turned away from the human world and found Blaine staring at him, his hazel eyes practically glowing in the night, "… I do," he confirmed, shrugging one shoulder. "Don't you ever think that the wall is a little… I don't know… pointless? I don't really see why there is such a massive wall separating us from them. I just… I wonder why our apparent government is keeping us from them."

An indefinable emotion crossed Blaine's eyes briefly, causing Kurt's eyebrows to furrow in confusion, and he glanced away from the brunet briefly. "The wall is here to protect us, and so is m—our government," he said slowly, his eyes sliding back to Kurt's face slowly as he spoke.

"You're a supporter of the Enclave in that case," Kurt stated flatly, his hand dropping from Blaine's shoulder as he leaned back slightly, "I just… I don't really know what to think about this. Don't you feel… trapped by the wall? Don't you feel that it's unnecessary to house demons within such a structure that keeps us away from the entire world? It's like we're supposed to be ashamed of ourselves. Our kind."

Kurt could see Blaine bite the inside of his mouth, before taking a deep breath, "I'm not really a supporter of the Enclave, but there are some positive things that come with this city. Sure, I feel trapped, why do you think I found a way up here? I like feeling free, just as much as you do. It's just… a nice feeling of security, because humans can't touch us, because they can't ridicule us for being different. I know demons can be just as bad as humans, but it's just… better, somehow."

With a small sigh, Kurt leaned forward again, "I guess you have a point there, but I still just… hate the Enclave. Honestly, nothing anyone can say will ever change my mind. It's just suspicious, too, because there has to be a reason why our government did all of this… have you ever seen anything odd in the inner wall?"

"No," Blaine replied with a shake of his head, "I honestly haven't—anyways," he changing the subject completely, "are you ready to do something beyond insane?"

Leaning away from his friend again, Kurt gave him a weird look, "You mean this, being over a thousand feet in the air, staring over the Enclave and the human world, isn't the insane thing—oh my God," he deadpanned, finally figuring out what Blaine was planning. He was surprised that he hadn't figured it out the moment he realized they were on top of the wall, "You cannot be serious."

Another grin slid across Blaine's face, "Come on, you know that you want to experience it now that you've figured it out. It's not that bad, I've done it several times before and I'm still alive—and I have never injured myself by doing this. I know exactly what to do and everything. I swear that you'll be perfectly safe and I'll get you back home immediately after."

Kurt stared at Blaine for a moment, his head tilting to the side as he contemplated his choices, "Okay, I guess it'd be interesting to go through… as long as you're sure that we won't die or anything—by the way, aren't you going to ask me if I trust you like this is some cheesy movie?"

Blaine's smile turned into a smirk for a moment—just a split moment—before he shook his head, "You don't need to trust me. I don't except you to trust me after only knowing me for such a short amount of time. You really just need to trust yourself to do something this extreme."

"Well, I—"

"Put your helmet back on," Blaine said, patting the helmet still in Kurt's lap before turning around and sliding his own helmet back on over his head. For a few moments, Kurt stared at the back of Blaine's protective headgear before sighing and slipping his on over his head again. "You'll need to hold onto me tight, tighter than you were holding on before, okay?" he heard Blaine shouted, and Kurt nodded in response, leaning forward again and wrapping his arms around Blaine's torso as tightly as he could manage without breaking any bones.

Kurt pressed their bodies together tightly again as they started to move backwards on the wide wall until the back wheel was on the very edge of the wall, and he squeaked quietly under his breath, glancing over his shoulder quickly for one last glance at the human world. Distantly, he heard Blaine shout if he was ready, revving the engine, and Kurt didn't respond for a few moments, briefly distracted by a bird flying over, before he turned forwards again and nodded, swallowing thickly as he clung onto Blaine's sides with his hands.

For a few long moments, Kurt wondered if he should just ask Blaine if they could just not do what they were about to do, because he was starting to have second thoughts. But, then, it was like time stopped as another bird flew over that Kurt could hear clearly, its wings flapping against the wind as it soared over them, and it was like the brunet was completely at ease once more and he lifted his feet from the ground without another thought.

Distantly, Kurt heard Blaine laugh shortly, before the bike darted forward again, picking up speed quickly and the wind rushed around Kurt. It felt even faster than before, and all of Kurt's senses spiked sky high, his vision becoming sharper and so many scents flooding his covered nose while the sound of wind and his pounding heart filled his ears—

Clinging onto Blaine tightly, they drove right off the top of the wall, flying through the air.

I trust you anyways, Blaine.