Disclaimer: I do not own glee, Fox and RIB do.
I want to truly apologize for not being able to put this up sooner. A lot of things have been going on in my personal life and it hasn't been exactly easy lately. Now that I have better footing, I should be able to post things more often. Once again, I am so sorry, it just hasn't been the best of times right now. I hope you'll understand.
Chapter Ten: Oh Death
"What do you want this time?" Santana barks maliciously at Sue as she walks into the coach's office, arms crossed in irritation. Brittany walks in behind her, waving at Sue as she stands close to Santana.
"Well, tweedle dumb, tweedle fake boobs, I've got a mission for you," replies Sue, not bothering to even to look up from her journal, where she writes avidly. "And get sir gels-a-lot in on it, too." Santana shifts, perking to attention. Sue closes the journal and looks up at the two cheerios. "I need you to the hobbit to sing a song for Porcelain, using one of the glee club's pianos, and set it on fire."
Santana's brows furrow in confusion at her coach's antics while Brittany shakes her head. "I'm a water sign. I can't be with fire."
Santana takes a step closer to Sue. "And we're setting the piano on fire why?"
Sue rolls her eyes. "I need a message sent and who I need to get it to will understand it. And Brittany, you will help in getting this done otherwise your cat may not be as friendly as it has been lately."
Brittany frowns as Santana shivers, remembering the desperation in Brittany's voice when she called her one night, telling her of how Lord Tubbington was out to get her. "Lord Tubbington won't hurt me. Even if he breaks in and reads my diary, I still trust him."
In hindsight, the entire cat-turns-evil-and-tries-to-kill-you-because-your-demon-boss-was-upset-with-you event was amusing – hilarious, even – but despite the ludicrousness of it, Santana looked back on it with hatred and fear. Brittany's screams as her beloved pet attacked her would never leave Santana's mind. It was always there, haunting her. "You won't lay a finger on her," Santana growls, jaw stern and eyes, glaring.
Sue's eyebrow raises. "Only if you do what you're told."
The Latina rolls her eyes and swats her hand. "Fine, fine. We'll do it. Do you want me to tell Blaine of the plan or do you want me to just leave him thinking he's only going to sing to Lady Hummel or…?"
"Only have him believe that he's singing. Blaine needs to be kept in the dark about what's going on."
"…And that would be?"
Sue shrugs. "Orders from downstairs. But Santana," she eyes pointedly at her, leaning forward in her chair. "If we don't perform our duties, things could get nasty." She sits back. "Now, get the hell outta my office."
xXx
"So let me get this straight, you, want to help me serenade my boyfriend." Blaine asks incredulously. He turns to face her in his desk, completely ignoring Mr. Hawkins lecture on the intermediate value theorem.
She stares at him, eyes furrowed as if she doesn't understand why he'd be suspicious. "Yeah. Did you not hear me, or…?"
He leans closer to her, cautious not to be overheard. "You do remember that he's an angel, right?"
The Latina rolls her eyes and scoffs. "Of course I do, curly-q. But considering you're not going to be letting go of him anytime soon and he may even become one of us, I guess it's best to start a good relationship with him. I mean, Lady Hummel can't be all that gay, can he?"
Blaine stares at her in disbelief.
"What! I can be a good person sometimes! I just choose not to."
Blaine suddenly narrows his eyes. "What do you get out of it?"
She clutches a hand to her chest. "I can't believe you would even think that of me."
"Santana." He hisses.
"Blaine," she returns, mocking him with a whine. "Look, it's just a song. Think of it as me accepting your twinkle fairy dove with open arms."
Blaine remains quiet for a moment before he gives a stoic "thank you", his jaw set and eyes still suspicious.
Santana smiles. She's got him. "Great. Now, what vomit-inducing song do you want?"
All of Blaine's passiveness immediately disappeared and was replaced with excitement. "I was thinking that maybe we could do 'It's Not Unusual'? It's not too flamboyant so it won't give the jocks any reason to hurt either of us, but it still gives the message I want."
Santana chuckles quietly. "Even if they did give you guys trouble, you wouldn't really be too merciful to just notifying the administrations."
Blaine slightly darkens as he replies, "They wouldn't do anything. I was eliminating the problem."
"Well you sure got rid of it, alright."
Suddenly, Blaine's phone vibrated. He looked at the message and grinned to himself. Santana peered over in disgust. "Oh God, you're disgusting. Pookie? Really? B, that's pathetic."
Blaine rolled his eyes in exasperation. "We're just seeing what pet names works and why do you care anyway?"
"If I have to put up with it, I'd at least like to not want to vomit every second. But back to the song, I'll get the cheerios to help out."
Blaine raised an eyebrow. "Help me rehearse in the choir room during our free period?"
Santana flashed a sickeningly sweet smile. "Of course."
xXx
"Hey you," Blaine grins as he leans against the lockers, eyes locked on Kurt.
Kurt sighs, "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes." He shuts his locker.
Blaine grimaces. "Bad day?" He follows Kurt as the angel begins to walk down the hallway.
"Something like that."
Blaine grins as he takes his boyfriend's hand, effectively turning him. "Well, then I hope you'll appreciate it when I tell you that I have a surprise for you."
A playful smile crosses his lips as curiosity enters his eyes. "And what is this surprise?"
Blaine only tugs him along. "If I told you, then it wouldn't be much of a surprise, now would it. Come on." He starts running down the hallway, Kurt's hand still in his. He giggles as Kurt yells at him to slow down so he can fix his shirt, only to run even faster. They reach the exit and Blaine lets go of his hand so he can put on his yellow sunglasses. He adjusts his bowtie before opening the doors that lead to the courtyard.
Kurt laughs, still being pulled by Blaine. "What's going on?" Suddenly, drums and trumpets start to play. Kurt laughs with disbelief and embarrassment, shaking his head as Blaine starts dancing to it. Then Blaine jumps onto the stair railing and slides down it.
It's not unusual to be loved by anyone
It's not unusual to have fun with anyone
But when I see hanging about with anyone
It's not unusual to see me cry
Oh, I wanna die
A bewildered Rachel pulls Kurt down the stairs. It's obvious that she's fighting off a grin as they sit down at a table that's directly in front of where Blaine is singing his heart out. Then Santana smirks and runs up to where Blaine is and starts dancing with him, the other cheerios following her.
It's not unusual to go out at anytime
But when I see you out and about, it's such a crime
If you should ever wanna be loved by anyone
It's not unusual – it happens every day
No matter what you say
You find it happens all the time!
Love will never do
What you want it to
Why can't this crazy love be mine?
It's not unusual to be mad with anyone
It's not unusual to be sad with anyone
But if I ever find that you've changed at anytime
It's not unusual to find out I'm in love with you
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Whoa-oh-oh!
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Oh-oh!
Just as Blaine walks over to Kurt and pulls him into an embrace, the piano burst into flames, causing everyone's jaw to drop in shock. Santana smirked to herself, the wicked smile turning sweet and innocent the moment Blaine turned to look towards her. It was obvious that he was trying to calm his rage that she had the audacity to even attempt this in front of him. Instead of becoming apologetic, sincerely asking for forgiveness, the demon flashed a wide, proud smile. For that was who Santana was.
"Do you have any idea who did this?" Kurt hissed to him from where he was in his arms.
Blaine squeezed him, a reassurance that he wasn't a part of it. "Santana," he growled. "Or Sue ordered her to do it. Either way, normally doing something like this is interpreted as a warning of sorts. It's a mark of territory and trust me when I say that you do not want to be caught in the crossfire."
Kurt frowned. "Do you know who it was for? If not you then would your brother know?"
"I'll ask him tonight, maybe, but no, I don't know who it was for."
They watch as some portly teacher runs hastily down the stairs, fire extinguisher in hand. He pushes back his glasses with a hand as he reaches the flaming piano. The teacher begins to extinguish the fire; it takes a minute or so before it is fully out.
"Hey, Anderson! Do you think this is funny?" a voice yells.
Blaine's arm tightens around Kurt's waist. Kurt shouts back, "That wasn't him, Noah. Try the cheerios!"
Santana's smirk fades, anger clouding her face. "Oh, come on, it wasn't me! Obviously it was the Skanks! Who has the cigarettes around here?"
A punk-haired, lip pierced girl snarls back at her, "Shut it, Lopez! Why the hell would we waste a good cigarette on a damn piano anyways?"
Santana walks forward, hip cocked. "Well, it wouldn't be the first time you drug wired idiots got into some trouble."
The girl yells, "Oh, don't tempt me, bitch!"
Santana laughs, "Oh, I is about to go all Lima Heights your ass."
Suddenly the two rush at each other, Santana immediately knocking the girl to the ground. They scream and growl at each other as they claw and kick. The two girls fighting is just what sends the entire courtyard into a full-fledged riot, the students hitting and smacking one another. Even the glee kids start hitting jocks with Puck and Finn leading their front.
Rachel shrieks, "Stop this! This is madness! Stop it!" Sam pulls her away and hides the two of them, knowing it's best to just wait it out.
Kurt turns to Blaine and latches onto his hand, intertwining their fingers. "Come on, we've gotta get out of here."
The couple runs through the courtyard, dodging students withering on the ground with pain and those still fighting. It was absolute chaos. Hands still intertwined, they make it to the gate before they're stopped by Azimio and his drones. Kurt draws in a breath, eyes widening as Blaine's jaw hardens.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the fag and his girlfriend." He grins down on the two, pounding a fist into his hand.
Blaine leers at them. "I would step aside if I were you," he says calmly.
Azimio laughs, looking back at his buddies and takes a step forward towards them. Blaine lifts up his free hand and flicks it to the side. Azimio flies through the air, crashing into trashcans. The other two jocks become frightened, watching Blaine with disbelief. Blaine is about to do the same to them when Kurt stops him.
"Let me take care of it," he says. He releases Blaine's hand for a moment only to rest a hand on both of the jock's foreheads. A blinding light appears and they drop immediately to the ground.
Blaine takes hold of his hand again. "What did you just do?"
Kurt shrugs, "I erased their memory. You wouldn't want them going around talking about how Blaine Anderson can 'throw people into trashcans with his mind', now would you?"
Blaine grins, shaking his head. "I suppose not. Now let's get out of this place."
xXx
After stopping at Blaine's home, (Blaine's own insistence. "What I need is crucial, Kurt! I'll tell you about it when we get to your place) Kurt and Blaine finally pull into the Hummel driveway. Burt comes rushing out of the house, a frantic look on his face. Kurt and Blaine step out of the car.
"Kurt! Oh, God!" Burt exclaims, relief heavy in his voice as he throws his arms around his son, crushing him into his arms. "Thank God you're alright."
Kurt splutters, "Dad? What's going on? Of course I'm all right."
"Mr. Hummel, what do you mean by that? Why wouldn't Kurt be alright?" Blaine asks, confused and worried.
Burt pulls back. "You guys don't know?" They shake their heads. "There was a riot at your school. A huge fight broke out and about twenty students are hospitalized. Three students, though, are dead."
Blaine takes a sharp intake, eyes wide. "Did you say three? Do you know who?"
Burt shakes his head. "The news is keeping it anonymous for discretion and all."
They're all silent for a moment before Kurt speaks. "Dad? Can Blaine and I go up to my room now? T-to process it all."
Burt gives them a once over before reluctantly agreeing. "You're staying for diner, Blaine!" He yells as the two head into the house.
Kurt smiles as they walk up the stairs. "I think my dad may be starting to like you."
Blaine smirks, "Even if I'm a demon?"
"Even if you're a demon." The playful smile goes away as Kurt turns to Blaine as they enter his room, his eyes grey with determination. "So what was so important that you had to get from your place?"
Blaine pulls out a small pocket book, a box of chalk from his pocket and a cloth bag. Kurt raises an eyebrow. "The book is just insurance if anything goes wrong, and the chalk – you don't mind if I draw on your floor, do you? Great." Blaine kneels to floor, not bothering for Kurt's response. He begins to draw a large circle, taking up the majority of Kurt's open floor.
Kurt leans down beside his boyfriend. "Blaine, what are you making?"
"Devil's trap!" Blaine says in a cheery voice. "Though you're gonna have to finish it for me because I would prefer not to get stuck in there." He starts drawing a pentagram inside the circle.
"Okay," Kurt drawls. "And why would we be making a devil's trap?"
Blaine stretches and starts to draw symbols between the pentagram's points. "That, my darling, is where the bag comes in. We are going to summon a demon."
Kurt blinks. "I'm sorry, what?"
Blaine stands up, flipping through the pocket book. He stops on a page and holds it between them, pointing to one of the symbols on the picture. "I need you to draw that last symbol for me, okay? And we're summoning a demon for answers. Something's brewing downstairs and it's about time I found out." Kurt gets to the floor and starts drawing the last symbol as Blaine starts removing five multicolored candles from the bag. Some fade from red to black, others blue to purple. Blaine takes another chalk piece from the box and draws a sharp line, turning abruptly after five inches or so. At the turns, he places the candles there. He fishes out a box from the bag and opens it, revealing a red dust. He sprinkles it around the candles. He looks up to find Kurt finished. "Get behind me," he orders, eyes returning back to the ritual. With a match, he lights the five candles.
Blaine stands up, walking directly in front of Kurt, shielding him from what is to come. "Turn to page fifty-four. Should this go wrong, I need you to read what's on the page. We can't kill him, but we can at least make sure he'll be staying in Hell.
"Now, when you do this, I'll go away for a while too, alright?"
"What?" Kurt shrieks. "No! I'm not going to send you to Hell!"
Blaine puts his hands on Kurt's arms, calming him. "Hey, it's okay. It's only for a little while. I can handle it. You'll just have to call me back and my summoning is on page 216. I just don't want to have you freaking out when you find this body dead on your bedroom floor."
Before Kurt can even respond, the light's flicker and then a figure is standing in the middle of the devil's trap. The figure stands tall despite how low his shoulders hunch. He grins what could have been a very charismatic smile, if it weren't for the grotesque yellow staining his teeth. His hair comes down in long greasy waves, stopping right at his collarbone. The demon's eyes shine true, the obsidian eyes piercing menacingly at the pair. His dark suit is battered and torn, the dark blue fading. "Hello, Blaine. Pleasure to see you all grown up." The demon flashes his teeth. Kurt shivers.
"Alistair. Last time I saw you, I was being tortured," Blaine snarls. Kurt immediately focuses on Blaine's face for any signs of emotion. Only pure hate is found, his eyes as black as the night.
"Don't worry your pretty little head about that. An order's been cast not to harm you."
Blaine doesn't even pause. "By who?"
He laughs. "By our daddy. Lucifer wants something to do with you. What it is, hell if I know."
"About today, what was that about? With the school riot? And three dead? Are we losing our touch at subtlety?" Blaine mocks.
Alistair growls. "You watch your tone with me, boy. You won't be under protection forever."
"I'm shaking," Blaine sasses, sarcasm dripping in his voice. "Now answer the question."
Alistair rolls his eyes as much as one can with it all being blacked out. "It was a test to see if McKinley was suitable, and it passed. They just threw in the three dead thing just so it could raise awareness."
Blaine raises an eyebrow. "You do realize that it's not just the demons that will know of this, but the angels, too?"
"Of course we know, you dirt bag. And your little boy toy over there especially knows it. Speaking of which, why isn't he dead or a demon? I thought you liked the D," he teases.
"It is not Hell's decision of Kurt's fate. You and every last demon stay away from him, he's got nothing to do with this," Blaine growls.
Alistair throws his head back in laughter, his hair bouncing with each shake. "Oh, he's got everything to do with this, but you will both understand in all due time."
Blaine snarls, a growl escaping his lips. "What is that supposed to mean? Tell me!" Alistair only laughs, the sound ringing throughout the room. "Kurt! Do it!"
Kurt jumps, startled by the sudden attention and begins to read. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus omnis stanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omcis congregation et secta diabolica." Instead of panicking, Alistair continues to laugh. "Ergo draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica adjuramus te. Cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque aeternae Perditionis venenum propinare. Vade, Satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciae, hostis humanae salutis. Humiliare sub potenti manu dei, contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis ancto et terribili nomine, quem inferi tremunt." The words roll naturally off Kurt's tongue. He doesn't break even as the room starts to shake, winds from unknown sources blowing in their faces. Kurt continues on, "Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine. Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire te rogamus, audi nos. Ut inimicos sanctae Ecclesiae humiliare digneris, te rogamus, audi nos. Terribilis Deus de sanctuario suo. Deus Israhel ipse truderit virtutem et fortitudinem plebi Suae. Benedictus deus. Gloria patri." Kurt finishes with a yell, slamming the book to quickly watch what was to follow.
Alistair and Blaine convulsed before a black smoke shot out of their mouths. Alistair's surrounded his body before it seemingly disappeared into the ceiling. But his body was gone. The smoke that escaped from Blaine disappeared as well, but his body dropped limp to the floor.
"Blaine!" Kurt cried, dropping down next to it. "Where is it!? Where is it!?" He yelled, flipping rapidly through the pages. "Here! Veni, Blaine! Ego surgo te inferno. Ego voco te et mando te surgere." Kurt waits by Blaine's body, anticipating any sign of life in him. "Please work," he whispers, his eyes becoming wet. He hunches over his body, clutching his shirt in his fist. "I love you."
"I love you, too." A voice croaks. Kurt's eyes turn to meet Blaine's. His beautiful golden eyes gaze upon him, so full of love and adoration. Kurt gives a small whimper before latching his mouth onto Blaine's pulling him in for a kiss. Blaine makes a loud "oomph!" before wrapping his arms around Kurt, pulling him in for a deeper kiss.
"I thought I'd lost you. I thought I'd done it wrong," Kurt whimpers against Blaine's lips before kissing him once again.
Blaine runs a hand down Kurt's spine, causing the angel to shiver. "You could never lose me, love." They kiss again.