Ultraviolet-Chapter Fourteen

Boyfriend. I still hadn't gotten used to the word and we'd been dating for just over a week. A week of shy kisses in empty hallways and lingering hugs; A week of getting to know each other and asking each other silly un-important questions like 'what's your favourite colour?' and A week of hushed phone calls at midnight and cutesy texts in the middle of the day including compliments or little things that made each other smile. But of course, the perfection couldn't last long. In fact, I'd just gotten off the phone to said boyfriend when everything went terribly wrong.

"Kurt! Could you come down here a minute?" I could tell just from my dad's tone of voice that this wasn't going to be good.

I shuffled down the stairs to the kitchen where my dad was sat at the table, Carole stood awkwardly in the corner with her head hanging down, she looked up when she heard my footsteps, mouthing 'sorry' and cringing slightly before looking nervously to her husband.

I'd told Carole the night after it had happened, about Blaine.

"Boyfriends, Carole, Boyfriends!" I squealed along with her, bouncing on the bed.

"Oh my gosh, Kurt, that sounds so adorable" she clasped her hands together. "I have to meet him"

I frowned noticeably, picking at my cuticles and avoiding Carole's questioning gaze. "That's the thing" I sighed. "I don't think you can" I bit my lip and waited for her to respond, looking up at her when she didn't.

"Why not?" she had her head cocked to the side, a worried frown on her face.

"I-He's...not good with people" I said lamely, hoping she would buy it.

"Oh that's fine honey, he'll be fine around us, we don't bite" the smile returned to her face and she clasped her hands together excitedly once more.

I didn't say anything else but it looked like I didn't have to for Carole to know that there was more to the story than that.

"Is there something else?"

"No."

Yet again, I didn't have to look up for confirmation that Carole saw straight through me. She always did. She sighed.

"There's something you're not telling me Kurt, what is it?"

"Nothing! I...It's nothing, I promise, I'm just...nervous" The last part was true, at least.

"About what, honey?" She placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder and squeezed, resting it there until I answered.

"I'm just nervous about how dad will react...or if he and Blaine will even get along, I mean- you know how he is an-"

"Oh, Kurt, don't worry about your father, he'll be happy as long as you're happy." This didn't stop my worried thoughts, though. "Okay, I kind of get what you mean about him being a little...intimidating. But he'll warm to Blaine as soon as they get talking, I'm sure of it" She smiles in what I'm sure she hopes is a comforting way.

I still didn't answer, too focused on picking at my nails and biting at the loose thread on my sleeve.

"But if you're really that concerned about it, we won't mention it to Burt for a while, okay?"

My head shot up. "You'd do that?"

"Of course I would, sweetheart. If it means that much to you, it'll just be our little secret from now on" she winked and then pulled me into a hug which I sighed into. Everything would be okay for now.

But it wasn't. It so wasn't. Dad fixed his hard stare on my face which avoided looking at his.

"Kurt Hummel, I've been told you have a boyfriend" he says, straight to the point, my head shoots up in surprise. "One that you have been keeping a secret from me for weeks."

I have nothing to say, I just splutter for a while and repeatedly glance at Carole who waves her hands around in a way that means 'I don't know what to do either!'. Inside my head, I'm sure that little people are running round screaming and trying to form sentences that will be in somehow helpful to my situation, but my mouth opens and nothing comes out, I just gape at my dad for at least half a minute until it snaps shut again and I shift awkwardly on my chair.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't think you'd be interested" I shrugged, trying my best to lie.

"Well it would be nice to know that my own son is dating someone, did you not think to tell your old man? I thought we had a bond going on? Ya 'know, this father-son trust thing." He looked slightly hurt, which made me feel bad for keeping it from him in the first place.

"Yeah, I know Dad I just...Didn't think you'd be that bothered, really." I looked into his eyes, wondering whether he was actually angry that I hadn't consulted him. Though I couldn't see any tell-tale signs of anger in his facial expression so I settled back into my seat. It was silent for a while.

He leant back in his chair, hands behind his head. "I would ask who it is, but I guess it's pretty obvious, it's this Blaine kid again, am I right?" He smirked knowingly and I knew that he was back, back to the same old annoyingly smart Mr.-know-it-all father that I loved dearly, showing that he could read me just as easily as a book like he always could.

I glanced at Carole with an obvious blush on my cheeks and then nodded slowly.

"You know, I told you to invite him round over two weeks ago, why haven't you yet?" He looked confused, eyes moving to the left as he remembered mentioning it to me a couple weeks back.

I spluttered, desperately trying to come up with some sort of answer. "I-uh, I don't know, I didn't feel comfortable asking him" I shrugged and I was glad to see that he let it go with little resistance. I was off the hook.

"Hey Kurt? You don't have to invite him round for dinner, per se, but you know that he can come here some days too instead of you always driving out to the unknown?"

Blushing.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you seriously expect me to believe that you were going to Mercedes' house all those times? I may be old but I aint stupid, kid"

With some questioning eyebrow raises, a few more repeated sentences, awkward shuffling in chairs and embarrassed smiles I was finally excused, with the hope that my Dad wouldn't make it a priority to meet Blaine. I trundled past the doorway, on the way to my room, cursing my own stupidity. Of course he would remember.

XOXO

I hadn't mentioned to any of my friends that I was with Blaine. I hadn't even told Finn, but by the looks of it, people were beginning to figure it out. Mercedes had been asking me full details of what I had been up to this weekend and why I seemed so happy on a Monday morning, 'a Monday morning! of all days Kurt!' but I'd just shrugged it off and suggested it probably boiled down to the fact that I'd found the world's best bargain on an oversized grey sweater last night on some handy little online fashion store. She didn't question any further, but I could tell from the look in her eyes that she didn't believe one bit of it.

Blaine and I hadn't spoken about PDA, but I'd only guessed that it was an unspoken agreement that because of our situation at school, (the situation being that the whole school practically wanted to nail homosexuals to wooden crosses and then burn them above a fiery pit) that we weren't exactly going to be full steams ahead making out against our lockers in busy hallways each day.

Saying that, though, I'd realised we hadn't really had a proper make out session as boyfriends yet even outside of school. It wasn't that we haven't been spending time together as such, Blaine is just...wary. He mentions very frequently that he could easily lose control which is one of the reasons that sometimes he has to 'distance himself from me'. It's his way of calming himself down in a situation where he doesn't feel completely certain that there is no chance he could possibly hurt me.

I didn't question him any further, partly because asking more questions meant getting more answers and that those answers would probably involve something to do with his evil demonic features, which I despised hearing about. The glimpses I had seen of the real Blaine Anderson were absolutely perfect. He was coy, thoughtful, ridiculously charming and easily embarrassed. Not forgetting downright adorable. In fact, I've often found myself wishing that I could see more of that side of Blaine, than the controlling, livid and frequently moody demonic side that had uncontrollable power over him.

Buzz. 1 New Message. From: Blaine Anderson.

Hey, are you busy?

My heart started thumping for no reason, just the thought of this stupid boy had my head pounding.

Hi... :-) No, what's up? x

I pressed send and then sank back onto my bed, wondering how to break the news of my dad knowing about-and wanting to meet Blaine, to my boyfriend. Buzz.

Fancy meeting me? I know a place... x

I resisted squealing and proceeded to send a reply back to him, though when I asked for details of the location he refused to tell me, only saying that he would pick me up in 20 minutes.

I rushed to find clothes half decent and then almost got myself admitted to a psycho hospital by the way I was running around the house screaming at the empty walls when I couldn't find my hairspray; only to realise when I'd come full circle back to my bedroom that it was hidden safely under my bed where I'd forced it to only the day before when Finn had tried to use it for a 'waffle experiment'.

Apparently, he'd wanted to use it for his 'leaning tower of waffles' for an art project that kept toppling over, and he'd wondered whether hairspray would hold them in place for longer. I'd had no time to question my step-brother's insanity because he was already rummaging through every draw trying to find my precious baby to waste on his repulsive left-over waffles.

Nevertheless, my baby was saved. I was sure to use extra because I knew that we'd probably be riding Blaine's tragic-death-mobile that he liked to call a motorcycle and that my perfectly styled hair would most certainly not withstand that terrible turmoil.

The grumble of an engine disturbed me from my thoughts and I rushed up the stairs, swinging around the banister and grabbing my keys in the same motion. I tried to make myself look calm, waiting a minute before opening the door turning around to lock it behind me when I heard Blaine revving the engine behind me. I laughed inwardly to myself at how impatient he was, I was about to throw a witty comment about said impatience when I turned around fully and all thoughts and words dropped from my mind, my mouth hanging wide open.

I began questioning whether I was alive, or whether I was dead and gone to heaven and this was what was there waiting for me at the gates. I hear his boot scrape on the gravel, and look from his scuffed soles, slowly up to his wind-destroyed curls, which he was fiddling with in annoyance, fisting them into handfuls and forcing them down into shape on his head.

He wore gold mirrored sunglasses with thick frames that cast shadows across his face, which was when I noticed the stubble. Stubble. My boyfriend is no boy, he's a man. I'm pretty sure I would've swooned if I hadn't had my back glued to the door for support, though I slid down it just a little when my attention was drawn to his neckline.

He wore a thin dark blue v-neck t-shirt which had an extremely low neckline. His signature ripped leather jacket worn over the top, although it looked more menacing than usual. And then the jeans. Oh god, the jeans. wasn't it bad enough that he was sat here on a fucking motorbike, revving his engine and playing with his hair like he was born to do it. He was like a model.

I could easily drool over him all day, but when my attention went south...I was sure I could never remove my eyes. His skin-tight, (no joking, I mean skin-fucking-tight) burgundy jeans which hugged him in all the right places; had slashes/holes stretched the length of his thighs, they weren't open gashes, but holes, and the material was stringy in between, knotting and falling from the opening. His tan legs shifted underneath it, he appeared to be wriggling impatiently. His boots, almost knee-length, were different to the huge ones he wore around school, that caused that distinctive clicking noise in the corridor, that I shamelessly memorised, when he walked.

I watch as he pulls his sunglasses off, his jeans stretching over his firm thighs, smiling that stupidly perfect little one cornered smile which resembles only a tug of his kissable lips. Sex god. But as always, adorable Blaine shines through, ridiculously clueless/oblivious to how he makes all the girls sigh dreamily and fall back against their lockers as he passes them in the hallway. Blaine. once known only as dreamy Anderson boy, but now...boyfriend.

My eyes did a full circuit a couple of times until I settled my eyes on my boyfriend's face. He looked smug. Oh just great, this side of Blaine is coming out to play.

"Are you gonna quit staring at me and get over here and kiss me?" he said, leaning back on his bike and crossing his arms over his chest which, hello, made the leather stretch tight across his biceps.

I tried to remain calm without taking one step and dying in a puddle of flail, and stepped forward miraculously without collapsing, I stood close enough that I was in his reach, but far away enough that I could step away if I needed to, Blaine had often warned me about how easily and quickly his emotions could change. I believe he'd used the horrid phrase 'you could be too close for one second then you could be on the floor with your neck snapped in two the next' and the thought of it replaying in my head sounded awful and made me shiver.

Instead of showing how fearful of that happening I actually was, I danced around the back of the bike when he reached for my waist to pull me closer, and ended up on the other side to him, stood further away this time.

"Oh I see, no time for your little old boyfriend now" he pouted adorably, and yes thank god this was Blaine shining through the facade of false bravado and over-exaggerated masculinity.

"I've got plenty of time for him" I stepped closer, "and he definitely is little" I grinned as he mouth dropped open.

"Hey! I'm not that small!" I giggled as he swiped at me and I dodged it, pushing my hips to the side. He swung again but his hand landed this time, reaching me and pulling and holding me against him with a strong supporting arm across the middle of my back. I batted my eyelashes to try and get away from it, which just ended up looking ridiculous and made us both burst out laughing. He pressed a welcoming kiss against my cold lips before pulling away and blushing, shifting on his seat slightly.

"Jump up" he said with a vague nod to the space behind him, helping me climb on with one arm; it felt as though I'd been lifted, and I wondered how the hell he could support my whole body weight with one arm, lifting me effortlessly as though I were light as a feather.

I stayed plastered to his back for a few seconds until he flipped a switch on his dashboard and turned his head to the side, hovering there for a moment and then breathing out a puff of cold air which was visible in front of our faces. One of his hands traced the back of mine, where they were linked together and pressed against Blaine's stomach. I'd heard a quiet, raspy "Hold tight" before the engine rumbled, and we were pushing away from the house.

Just as we'd pulled away, I saw a familiar car pulling in. Dad. I tried to hide my face behind Blaine but Carole was already in view, and was staring at me in awe. Then I met his eyes, and it was difficult to assess his reaction since Blaine had zoomed swiftly away and the sun had been hitting the glass at an awkward angle and reflected so I couldn't see much of their faces.

I shoved back the thought of my parents and focused on looking around to actually try and figure out where Blaine was taking me. It seemed the world flew past in a blur of un-recognisable colours, and all I could feel was the warmth emanating from Blaine's leather jacket, so I pressed my cheek to his back and nuzzled my face close into his body and awaiting our arrival.

We drove for what seemed like hours but was most likely only about 15 minutes until Blaine pulled off onto a dirt-track that lead to a square of gravel that I guessed was the car park. He shifted a little when straddling the bike, which made me wobble from side to side and he laughed when I squeaked in surprise. I just swatted at him and allowed him to lift me off the bike.

We walked, hand in hand after a lot of shy hand brushes which just lead us both to sigh and realise we were being ridiculous and reached for the others hand at the same time. It wasn't long before we reached a secluded alcove of long grass weaved with daisies, some of them squished by a picnic blanket which was weighed down at each corner with different sized rocks. The huge deserted lake in front of our spot with wildly overgrown tangled of plants and lily-pads the size of my head floating in it sat peacefully and quietly as if awaiting our arrival.

The most adorable little touch were the tiny jars dotted around, sealed with confusing looking clasps which reminded me of traditional old jam jars. They contained some sort of glowing light, fairy lights. I had no idea how he had done it but it was the sweetest thing.

I smiled up at a nervous Blaine when I realised he had been here before and set this all up, I saw him glance at his watch from my peripheral vision and heard a small gruff 'perfect timing' before I saw it.

Sunsets always had been beautiful, nothing special, but beautiful nonetheless. But maybe now that I had someone to share it with...

The sun was at the perfect angle in the sky where it was half way into disappearing into the horizon, and we sat quietly together, only watching it sink into the large hill in the distance which was dotted with trees and random shapes that we didn't bother trying to figure out.

Finally, Blaine turned his head. "So this wasn't all a wasted effort then?" He cocked his head to the side inquisitively, reminding me briefly of some sort of puppy dog.

"Of course not," I breathed, shuffling closer to him on the shared blanket and then feeling hesitant after doing it. "It's beautiful, Blaine...Y-This was all so thoughtful of you...you didn't have to do all this for little old me" I felt myself blushing, truly beginning to realise how much of a hopeless romantic Blaine was and how often I would catch him staring at me, in the past and in the present, and then he'd shake his head and flush with embarrassment after being caught.

"Little old you is the only one I'd want to do it for" Blaine said solemnly, although his tone was soft. I blushed further and glanced nervously down at him when he fell backwards onto his elbows, propping himself up and gazing at me. He beckoned me closer. "Little old you is only one who could ever deserve this" He added, reaching a hand forward.

I surprised myself at how easily I fell and fit into Blaine's arms. It was obvious that I would be almost powerless against him, like he had said, it was like he had drawn me in from the very first second. And now it was way too late to escape.

Though I couldn't think of a single reason I would want to.

XOXO

I sighed. "Just say it Blaine" He snapped his head up quizzically, effectively distracting him from his mantra of thoughts.

"Say what?"

"Say what's bothering you. You look like you're trying to make the decision between having oxygen or organs so just spill" I dropped down onto one elbow, turned to the side, admiring how gorgeous Blaine looked in this low sun-light. "Tell me" I tried to go for a soft tone but wasn't sure how it was perceived.

He looked around nervously for a while, sitting up then laying back down, pulling up the grass into his palms, sorting it into a small mound and then flattening it back down before he replied.

"I don't think you really know how difficult this is going to be" he said, so quietly the sound was almost washed away with the wind.

I waited for a little while. "What do you mean?"

"Us" he gestured between us sadly, "This, me and you"

I felt my throat closing up, was this it? I'd spent only a couple of weeks with this boy and now he was ending it? Was I a terrible boyfriend? He'd bought me to this beautiful lake with trapped fairy lights in jars and breath-taking sunsets only to break up with me?

As if sensing my worry, he cut in. "Oh god, no, Kurt" I felt his cold hands enclose mine. "I'm not-no, I didn't mean..."

He trailed off, his eyes flicking back and forth, looking deep into mine as if he were searching for something. He gulped comically, his adam's apple bobbing.

"I need training"

What? "What?"

"I...This is really- as I said before, my father died when I was young..." he trailed off, his eyes catching on a bird in the sky, following it intently before flicking back to mine. "I didn't learn the advanced skills from him that I was supposed to learn"

Nothing was making sense and I felt my throat closing up with worry, just trying to understand.

"My cousin, I met with him one day over coffee, he's called Jack. He's like me"

Over coffee.

"Wait, over coffee? Was that the day that I asked you to meet me at the lima bean?" I asked, confused.

Blaine avoided eye contact, looking around and then replying with a quiet "yeah" as if he couldn't bear to remember the time that we had argued the most.

"Oh" I let out a puff of air, my shoulders slumping. "I'm so stupid"

"What? No you aren't, what makes you say that?" he crawls closer, taking my hand into his as if assuring me that I could still trust him no matter what.

"I...I saw you" he cocked his head to the side after I stopped, willing for me to go on. "In the lima bean, I saw you...with him. I thought you two were...together" I shrugged with embarrassment, voice quiet.

I looked up to see Blaine with an odd smile on his face, almost as if he was trying not to burst into uncontrollable laughter. His smile wavered, but didn't break. He's a strong man I smiled amusedly.

Our hands were still linked but I pulled them closer to me, resting our hands in my lap, pushing our fingers closer together and playing with Blaine's ring finger in the comfortable silence.

"I killed my mother" He blurted in a sudden gruff voice. I froze. Sometimes I forgot how ridiculously dangerous Blaine could be, it only took a reminder like this for me to realise what sort of position I was putting myself in by being so close to him and alone with him all this time. He looked up at me under his eyelashes, pleading. "Kurt, I was young, but now I'm older and I still have the same capabilities, stronger capabilities, even." He lowered his head before whispering in a distressing tone, "It could just as easily be you".

I considered this; considered how easily he had me hooked onto him, I had overheard Miko talking to Ricky about it once before, how demons could use it as a hunting skill, to attract their prey with their looks, their smell, their personality, their voice, anything without even trying-until they're practically glued to the creature that could kill them in 2 seconds flat. How easily he could drag me in, drag me under. Blaine's hand trembled in mine for a second and I guessed it was from the tension, which he didn't usually handle well. "I know" I answered in a small, defeated voice, which Blaine picked up on immediately.

"But I'm willing to change, Kurt, I met up with Jack because he's like me, he overcame it all, it can happen and it can work, Kurt, and I'll do it for you, I swear" his eyes were hopeful and determined now, staring pointedly into mine. "I don't want this relationship to suffer because of this fucking parasite that has latched onto my system" his anger rose along with his voice, sounding more powerful than before. I felt a sudden urge to move away, in case I was sat too close; but he sighed, breaking eye contact.

"You're so beautiful...and I-I don't, I can't...I don't wanna screw this up" I watched his frame shrink as though he were a small defenceless creature, though knowing full well of the malicious animal inside of him. My pulse became more rapid at his words, butterflies rising high in my stomach.

"So you aren't breaking up with me?"

"Of course not, I could never" He didn't over any further explanation but he didn't need to, I could see the fiery pledge in his eyes burning with sheer determination and positivity. I knew that he wouldn't give up that easily. He spoke with such nonchalance as if he simply thought that I should already know that I was his world, or something equally cheesy. But then again, that's just Blaine. Just as I thought this; "I-I'm sorry...I'm not very good at romance" he shrugged with a small adorable helpless smile on his face, instantly transformed from brave and certain warrior Blaine to endearing, timid, self-depreciating and paranoid Blaine.

I shook my head with a genuine smile. Because Blaine, oh ridiculous Blaine, the boy who treats me as his prince(and sets up ridiculously romantic locations and times it right to the sunset, just so we can spend some time together being us). "You're perfect" I leant forward to press my lips to his, something he made a small noise of un-expectance before his lips moved in sync against mine, slowly and calmly.

We lay down unhurriedly in the grass, side by side, kissing languidly with only slight movements, unmoving limbs other than the threading of fingers through hair. He tried to speak, to tell me about his plans between kisses, but I just cut him off with tiny "mmm"s of agreement whenever I heard quick interrupted mumbles of 'Ricky' and 'time off school' and 'training space', because we had all the time in the world to discuss those things. And right now was definitely not the time.

The slam of the locker made me jump. As it always did. But when I looked up expecting to see a burly jock, or the face of Karofsky, I was met with the face of my apologetic looking boyfriend.

"Sorry" he winced, "I didn't mean to slam it so hard" he pulled the screaming headphones from his ears and let them slide to his neck, stepping forward to take my books from my hand. He offered me a small smile before sliding a piece of paper into one of them and then handing them back. He turned with a flourish, offering a death glare to a weak looking boy who was staring at him in awe, who quickly scurried away in fear. He left with a wink over his shoulder, turning and disappearing around the corner.

I barely got chance to even take a second glance at the note in my hand before Mercedes came barrelling around the corner, hips sashaying and a determined look on her face, eyes dead set on me. Oh no...

"Boy, why did I have to find out from Santana that my baby is dating the hottest guy in school?" She demanded, her voice just a tiny bit too loud, that a few people's heads turned in shock who were near to our conversation.

"Shh!" I hissed, yanking her arm to pull her nearer to me.

"What?" Mercedes asked in an irritated tone, obviously still offended by the fact that Kurt hadn't told her about Blaine.

"Look, I didn't tell anyone, okay? It isn't just you" I murmured quietly, looking around slowly to make sure that not a soul heard me.

"Why not? I don't understand, Kurt, I would tell you straight away" She pressed further.

"I don't know, okay? I just... I didn't speak to Blaine about it, I don't think he's told anyone and he doesn't have any friends in this school anyway, so I just assumed..."

She still didn't look impressed, giving me the bitchiest glare she could manage as I tried to avoid her gaze. I was saved by the bell as I scurried off to class, only just remembering that I had a French test to head to. I didn't look back because I knew that Mercedes would just be scowling at me for making a rather swift and convenient exit, before leaving for her next class.

XOXO

I didn't have to worry about the upcoming test this lesson because I was so fluent in French already there was no need to revise. I had a natural flare for the subject, just like Blaine did for art; he's so extremely talented...sigh.

And this is where I found myself in 'daydream about my super-hot-perfect-ball-of-badassness boyfriend mode'.

"Kurt, tu m'écoutes?"(Kurt, are you listening?) Ms. Swift asked, cutting into my daydream.

My head snapped up, disoriented slightly for a second before answering. "oui, je suis désolé" (Yes, I'm sorry)

She went back to teaching then, after sending a tut of disapproval in my general direction, and I watched her handing out the test papers, my hearing drifting in and out of consciousness throughout her explanation of the essay that we were expected to write.

I heard a final clap of hands from Ms Swift and then a loud "Commencer" (begin) with which I turned over the first page of my test paper.

Only 10 minutes into the exam, a knock on the door interrupted the silence, and the door was pushed forcefully opened, only to reveal a struggling Mr Schuester, dragging along a certain difficult student behind him.

"I'm terribly sorry, Miss, but arrangements have been made for Blaine Anderson to switch classes." I met Blaine's mischievous eyes from behind Mr Schue, who greeted me with a small private smile before going back to crossing his arms and glaring at the back of Mr Schuester's head.

"Principle Figgins has agreed that since Blaine seems not to take Spanish seriously, and hasn't learnt a bit since he first joined my class several weeks ago, it is decided that he shall take up French as an alternative." Sir continued, with a final sigh of relief when Ms Swift responded with a brief nod and a small glare. She'd obviously heard the rumours going round about how awfully Blaine treated Mr Schue in lessons, along pretty much any other teacher who troubled him, in fact, he probably was only civil with two teachers in this school since he'd joined; One being Ms Ashley, the art teacher, and the other being Sue. (for some strange reason I hadn't figured out yet)

Nevertheless, it was obvious how much of a relief it was to be finally rid of Blaine just from looking at Mr Schue's face as he turned and left, leaving Blaine with a final glare who returned with a full-toothed grin, mocking him.

Ms Swift let out a small unhappy sigh before waving her hand in the general direction of the empty seat by the window. "You can sit over there, Mr Anderson"

"Why thank you ever so much, Ms Swift" Blaine responded in a chipper tone, practically prancing over to the empty seat, mocking the posh tone that she spoke in and directed to him. This caused a few giggles around the classroom, which were quickly silenced by Ms Swift's deathly glare which clearly had get back to your work before I end you written all over it.

"I sincerely hope that having you in this class will not become a problem for me, Blaine" She responded to Blaine's antics as he sank down into the chair, sitting sideways and propping his legs up to lean on, sprawling out and leaning back against the windowsill.

"I was simply being polite, Miss" He said ever so innocently, a toothpick balanced between his lower teeth, falling onto his open bottom lip. His lips pulled into a slow smirk, causing a few more hushed chuckles from the back of the classroom. It was clear to everyone that French class would be much more entertaining now that we had a new class clown.

Miss just hummed displeasingly to herself, saving her response and returning to her desk instead, eventually ordering the class to continue working, and telling Blaine that he must sit in silence until the test was over since he had missed all previous work, so there was no point trying to get him to do the test too. (Not that he would do it anyway, thought most of the class)

So the majority of the time that I had left was spent ogling my boyfriend who mostly stared at the ceiling or at me, trying to do weird tricks with his toothpick which involved him flipping it into the air and catching it with his mouth. He failed on multiple occasions, scurrying to pick it up from the floor in slight embarrassment, causing me to giggle behind my hand, trying to muffle the sound of my laughter. I still earned a scowl from Ms Swift, either way, so I guess it didn't really matter anyway.

I caught Blaine's hand gestures from my peripheral vision, signalling at something in my bag. I shot him a confused look to which he took his pen and began writing in the air, spelling out 'note'. Realisation hit me and I leant over sideways to reach my bag, careful not to knock my finished test paper onto the floor. Finished with 20 minutes to spare, way to go Hummel.

I retrieved the note from earlier, which had been slid into the pages of my copy of Lord of the Flies. I tried to open it slowly to make minimal noise, eventually unwrapping it to reveal Blaine's blotchy handwriting.

Meet me at the lima bean after school? After Glee club. I'm paying (don't even bother trying to insist otherwise) -B xx

I beamed up at him, nodding slightly when he lifted a questioning eyebrow, and looked down to conceal my laughter when he fist pumped the air, looking completely satisfied that I'd agreed to our little date (As if I would deny him anyway, this is Blaine Anderson for goodness sake)

The rest of the lesson passed fairly quickly, I was content by observing the various different colourful displays dotted around the classroom walls, reading small passages and paragraphs in French and keeping myself entertained whilst I waited for the rest of the class to finish. Blaine, however, was not as easily contented. I watched with amusement as he tried and failed to stay awake, his eyes drooping with boredom as he let his head loll back against the chair he was slumped in.

He shook his head to stay awake, shooting an embarrassed glare when he noticed me staring and mocking him with my eyes. He stuck out his tongue various times, attempted to shoot spit wads at Ms. Swift's desk, which all completely failed and some ended up nestled in the back of Jacob-Ben-Israel's manic curly afro who was fidgeting on the front row.

The bell rang and pupils filed out, flinging their test paper's at the teachers desk and leaving with loud chatter and glances behind to Blaine and I who fell behind to the back of the line. I felt his knuckles brush against mine as we reached the hallway. The end-of-school-time-rush had begun as everyone frantically surged towards the exit to get the hell out of this dreaded place for the rest of the day.

I stopped and leant back against my locker, Blaine standing closely opposite, an arm one side of my head, his palm flat on the locker behind me to make sure he wasn't pushed forward onto me from the crushing stampede behind him with masses of impatient forceful students who just wanted to get home as soon as possible.

Blaine received a particularly hard shove from a small quivering freshman being pushed into his back by an impatient jock. I watched as he turned to glare at the shouting neanderthal, whom when meeting Blaine's eyes, effectively shut up pretty quickly, shrinking back into the crowd.

He turned back to me, eyes alight with slight rage, until I pressed a hand against his chest, smoothing down the wrinkles in his shirt and folding over the unkempt side of his collar. He watched me with affectionate eyes, regardless of the amount of people who were so surely watching us now, and dropped his arm from supporting himself on the locker, sliding his hand down my arm.

I felt his breath tickle my neck from where he was leant close, his cheek pressed against the hollow underneath my ear "Shall I walk you to glee?"

I resisted a shudder at the motion, and nodded against him, taking his hand and letting him lead me across the mass of people. This was unusual. It felt strange, the sudden acceptance of PDA, Blaine had never initiated it, then again neither had I; but things seemed to be different now, a handful of people had known before that we were close, and it seemed that Blaine had no problem in showing everyone just how close we were.

The few ignorant and disgusted looks bounced off my back as we walked straight through; no one said anything though, however I could still hear the whispers. I knew Blaine could too, but for once he didn't turn to potentially beat to living crap out of the next person who was stood in his path, he only guided me through, oblivious to the world.

We reached the choir room with little time to spare. I didn't enter just yet though, Blaine backed me against the wall outside by threading our fingers together on both hands so he could manoeuvre me to where he wanted. I felt a sudden surge of shyness and turned my head from his intense gaze, our so close our foreheads were practically touching.

It was pretty incredible how fast the hallways could empty, not five minutes ago they were crammed full of people, but now, there wasn't a soul in sight. It was comforting, in a way, to have such a great expanse of silent space between just the two of us.

It reminded me of that day back one Tuesday morning when we'd spoken for the fifth time, and Blaine's headphones were blaring, though he still wore that same old sleepy smile as he slid into Mr Schue's Spanish class after questioning me about the inventor of school and how he would gladly beat him up if he'd knew him.

"Hey" Blaine spoke quietly, his hand guiding my face back to his when I refused to meet his deep gaze. His forehead met mine, his fingers pressed against my jaw, shifting my face slightly, tilting it somehow, before I felt the inevitable soft press of lips against mine.

Kissing was new and exciting, at first, though now it was practised and comfortable. We still found ways to surprise each other, nevertheless, and it was obvious that after about 10 seconds of innocent kissing, the mood changed abruptly. Blaine moved closer, pressing me back against the wall and opening his mouth slightly, tangling his tongue with mine.

I heard the desperate breathy little gasps that escaped when Blaine wasn't composed enough to conceal them. His hand met my hip, rubbing soothingly whilst the other pressed hard against the wall to the side of my head, fingers splayed as the kiss became more heated. I felt him press even closer, our bodies aligned and on fire. I was just reaching up to settle my arms around his neck when I heard the bellowing sound of a deep and protesting voice that got louder and closer with each resounding footstep.

Before I knew it, Blaine was ripped from me, being pushed backwards by a very angry and protective Finn.

"What the hell do you think you're doing man!" He shouted, his huge hand splaying across Blaine's left shoulder, still there from where he had shoved him away from me.

"Get the fuck off me, Frankstein!"

Blaine shrugged off Finn's giant hand, and I could already see where this was going. Blaine resembled the Hulk when he got angry, and I could see the rage burning in his eyes. Before even thinking, I stepped in-between them.

"Kurt what the hell were you thinking letting him do that to you!?" Finn accused angrily, his face going red, then he turned to Blaine. "You have no right to harass my little brother like that, just because he's not as strong as some of the other guys, doesn't give you the right to push him up against a wall and..Do stuff to him!" Finn was growing redder from the amount of anger coursing through him, he looked so bothered by finding us together that he even reached forward to smack Blaine's hand away when he slid his hand possessively around my waist.

"Would you get your huge monster hands off of me? You lay a hand on me ever again and you'll be sorry you were ever born" Blaine snarled through gritted teeth. "As for your little speech, it's the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard, are you actually suggesting that I was forcing Kurt to kiss me?!" I watched as his anger increased, and decided to take action. I spoke up, pressing my palm to Blaine's chest to ground him.

"Finn, would you stop being so irritating? Blaine was not forcing me to do anything, in fact, could you just please stop barging in all the time and questioning my entire relationship with him every single time you see us together?!" Blaine breathed steadily out of his nose, eyes trained on Finn, watching for any sudden movement whilst Kurt spoke directly to his brother.

"But Kurt! He was...touching you! A-and, you were doing stuff and-"

"Yes Finn, because we're boyfriends! That's what couples are supposed to do!" I raised my voice, irritated that he was still stood here arguing with me. I only became aware of a few other glee club members listening when Brittany popped her concerned head around the doorway, asking questions about why all the dolphins were fighting today or something equally ridiculous.

I was too focused on Finn to care though, he looked as though he were about to explode, in fact, I don't think I'd ever seen him this angry before. I couldn't understand why he disapproved of Blaine so much, they positively hated each other. Ever since that day after school between them. I couldn't help but wonder if there was much more to the story than both boys revealed, and decided that there had to be if it caused this much drama for me to be to even be seen with Blaine.

I expected more shouting and arguing after that, maybe even another 'fight' between Blaine and my brother which I definitely dreaded having to stand in the middle of and try to break up. What I didn't expect, however, was the quiet shaming voice that came from Finn next.

"I'm real disappointed in you, Kurt." He hung his head, "I thought you were better than that" he said almost sadly, before shooting Blaine a weak glare, and mumbling a quick 'see you in glee club' and turning left into the open door where everyone was surely listening.

I glanced back to Blaine, confused, and watched as he equally shrugged his shoulders, irritation still clear on his face. I sighed.

"I'm sorry about that," I stepped closer, straitening the collar of his infamous torn leather jacket. "I'll talk to him" I said quietly, dipping to rest my head on his shoulder, feeling his strong arms wrap around my back, his thumb skidding over and soothing against my spine.

"Don't apologise" he shook his head against me, hugging me a little longer before pulling back and pressing a sure kiss to my lips. He sighed. "It's a shame we couldn't finish what we started but...I guess I'll see you later then, yeah?"

I smiled unsurely, not wanting to go back into the choir room where a surely dejected Finn was waiting for me, probably slumped into a chair in silence in the corner of the room like he usually was when he was in one of his sulks.

We kissed a little while longer. Staccato, short and sweet and sure. Then he turned and left. And I disappeared into the choir room.

XOXO

"How did it go?" Blaine questioned as he hugged me in greeting. We sat simultaneously across from each other, and Blaine slid my drink across to me, slipping straight into my numb frostbitten fingers.

I sighed. "It wasn't perfect, he spent the whole of Glee club ignoring me and not participating in anything that Mr Schue had set out for us, as for everyone else, half of them had heard the argument from the open door, and mostly just kept sending me questioning glances throughout the whole time." I took a sip from the scalding hot cup, letting myself revel in the way the hot liquid slid slowly down my throat as a reward for everything I'd been through that day.

Blaine hummed in displeasure, tapping his fingers against the table edge. "Well, I wasn't happy with the way he spoke to you, or me, for that matter" he said solemnly, clearly deep in thought.

"I know, I'm sorry, I'll apologise on behalf of his behaviour, since he is my idiot brother, after all"

Blaine shook his head.

"No, don't apologise for him. None of it was your fault. In retrospect it was probably mine, I shouldn't have kissed you so scandalously in a public place" It was clear that Blaine was stuck between waggling his eyebrows and shrinking in on himself. The constant inner conflict between both of Blaine's characters or 'sides' of himself must be exhausting. Even though Blaine had said it before, and I'd accepted it without truly knowing, It became clearer and clearer each day, Blaine was never really in control.

He couldn't control his own personality or his demon one, which of course, I couldn't sympathise with as much as I'd like to, but I tried to understand; and things were becoming clearer, things were adding up.

"Anyway, let's change the subject," he shook his head finally, dejected. "This was meant to be our date, after all" he smiled fakely, and I knew that, even though it was just a small dispute, it had put a damper on the evening.

We talked about general things for a while, finding that we could fall back into the same easy pattern of discussing relative things that we both enjoyed such as movies or music, and things we wished to do or see, maybe together one day. We were well into our discussion of Patti Lupone and her almighty greatness when my phone buzzed in my pocket. Dad.

I excused myself from the table, something I rarely did around Blaine, but I already knew what this was about. He blew me a kiss as I moved towards the door, breaking off a piece of his second biscotti and munching happily on it as he watched me through the glass panels.

It wasn't too cold out, but I felt a shiver run through me before I pressed 'accept' and answered in a broken voice.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Kurt, where are you?" Brief and straight to the point, this didn't sound good.

"I'm at the Lima Bean, having coffee with Blaine...why?" I answered honestly, sending Blaine a look through the window when he began pulling faces at him from their table.

"Well, could you finish up there and come home as soon as possible, please, I think we have a couple of things to discuss, don't you?"

"If this is about Finn, then this is entirely unnecessary, Dad" I pinched the bridge of my nose with a sigh, which was vastly becoming an annoying habit of mine recently.

"Well if what Carole and I have heard from him is true then I think you have some major explaining to do here, kiddo" he said after a pause.

"What has he told you? I assure you it's utter nonsense, he just walked past Blaine and I and jumped to ridiculous conclusions and suggested some crazy things and refuses to listen to my explanations!"

"Well, the more I hear about this Blaine kid from both of you, the less I'm starting to like him. He doesn't sound like good news, Kurt" I heard the disapproval in my father's voice, and became instantly annoyed, if this were Carole, then she'd understand completely.

"That's not true at all, Dad, you haven't even met h-"

"Precisely, I haven't even met him, Kurt, yet I keep asking you to bring him round for dinner one night, you keep coming up with excuses and I keep hearing these things from Finn and it's getting harder to stop believing that you're hiding something from me"

I froze on the spot, my stomach sinking and words refusing to leave my mouth. I'm sure my father could just hear incoherent splutters which didn't help me explain my situation at all, in fact, it probably made it seem worse, like I was hiding something. (Which I was, of course, but he didn't need to know)

"I told you that Blaine isn't good with people Dad, I-I don't know what more you want me to say, I don't really feel comfortable having him around the house yet, I think it's a little too early for that"

"But it isn't too early for you to go around to his?" Burt questioned and I fell silent, eventually hearing a crackling sigh from the other end of the line.

"It's gotten to the point where I just need to meet him for myself now, Kurt, so if you wish to continue dating this kid or whatever it is that is going on between you, then you will invite him round for Friday night dinner this week." He stated finally, butting back in when I attempted to speak. "I don't care if he and Finn don't get along, I'm sure that they can put their differences aside for that night, they should both be respectable young men by now, and able to handle a small dispute between friends"

Oh Dad. I nearly smiled fondly at how un-informed he really was, but the actual realness of this whole conversation began to sink in. Blaine would be coming round to my house. Demon Blaine. My boyfriend Blaine. Blaine, whom had no control whatsoever over his emotions or his anger or his thirst for human souls. I shivered, and it wasn't from the cold.

Blaine and I had decided that there would be a safe period of time after Blaine had endured the first half of his 'control training' they had named it, as to where it would be a suitable time for Blaine to meet Kurt's family, when he'd know the basics of controlling himself and wouldn't feel as nervous or exposed or dangerous as he was now.

I knew from the sincerity in my father's voice that this was not to be escaped, and the only way I could escape it would be to break up with Blaine and be forced to 'lose contact' with him, forbidden to see him. I could never even think about doing that.

The silence had been long, and I let out a final resolute sigh, pressing my ear closer to the speaker. "Fine, okay, I'll bring him to dinner on Friday" I said in a small voice. Knowing how much trouble this would bring was only the start. I was going to be bringing a potential death threat into my house hold, who could potentially snap at any split-second and murder my entire family including me.

"Great, we'll discuss this more when you're home then. Make sure you're home for dinner at 6, kiddo" Burt said finally, and hung up. I let my head loll back, dreading the fact that I had to go back in there to Blaine's huge puppy dog eyes and watch them either turn frantic and worrying or fierce and angered by the fact that we would have to endure the 'meeting the parents' act two months earlier than we'd planned, and with so little self control, Blaine was likely to snap.

I held open the door, letting a lady with a pram pass through before returning to my seat opposite Blaine, not having a clue how to put this into words, or what the hell Blaine's reaction would be...

XOXO

A/N: I would like to apologise, firstly, for taking so very long to update, although I admit that it wasn't in my power or indeed my fault. I have had some extremely troubling personal issues recently, which I wish to remain personal so I won't share them on here. But these issues caused me to be hospitalised on and off for just under the past two months. I really hope that you can try to understand, that this is the reason that I haven't been able to/haven't had the motivation to write this next chapter, I know I haven't offered much of an explanation, but I really don't want to broadcast my life or personal issues on here.

So anyway, hopefully I can set up a specific day soon that I will be updating, at the moment, I'm verging on every two Sundays, so a Sunday a fortnight-does that make sense? Let me know if you think this would be suitable...If I end up finishing the chapter before then, then I will post it, but if it's afterwards, because things get bad again, then I sincerely apologise and will try my hardest not to disappoint you guys too much again.
Let me know what you thought of the chapter. I'm sorry for the long authors note, I just thought you guys deserved a proper(ish) explanation. So there it is. Thank you so much.

Love, Ell.

P.S. If you spotted any grammatical errors in this chapter could you let me know or possibly ignore them? I was extremely tired and stressed when writing this so I admit I may have overlooked basic English in favour for sleep -_-