Disclaimer: I am not RIB nor do I own glee
WARNING: violence, torture (and I apologize if you like Sebastian)
Chapter Eleven: In the Hour of Darkness
"Boys! Diner!" Burt yells from the bottom of the stairs. Kurt and Blaine pull apart, startled by the loud, intruding noise. They had since moved to the bed, cleaning up the mess least if Burt had come in. Blaine took his hand off Kurt's wing, allowing the angel to hide them again ("They're so beautiful, Kurt. Please, I want to see them again").
"Coming!" Kurt shouts back. "Just give us a minute!" Kurt crawls to the side of the bed to reach down and grab his shirt, pulling it on effectively. He crawls back over to Blaine where he lays, shirt undone and chest bare, watching him with half lidded eyes.
"Are you gonna help me, too?" Blaine murmurs, a soft smile tugging at his lips.
"Oh, but of course, Mr. Anderson," he smiles back. Kurt straddles Blaine, Blaine's hands moving to Kurt's waist naturally as Kurt drags his hand down Blaine's chest, his nails slightly scrapping through Blaine's soft chest hair. Blaine sighs in content, murmuring an "I love you", causing Kurt's eyes to flash a white blue with pure happiness. "I love you, too," Kurt tells him, barely containing his grin that threatens to take up half his face, even of Blaine's eyes are closed now.
Kurt finally starts to button up Blaine's black polo, retying his bowtie once he finishes. Kurt pecks him on the lips. Blaine's eyes flutter open, his honey hazel eyes gazing upon his face. "Come on, we better get downstairs before my dad barges in."
"Okay," Blaine sighs, drunk on the kiss. They walk down the stairs into the kitchen just in time to catch Finn snatch some of the frosting from the chocolate éclair.
Finn wipes the chocolate off his mouth before saying "Oh, hey dudes. Mom's placing the glasses and Burt's in the bathroom."
At the mention of her name, Carole walks in through the arch, a wide smile on her face. "Blaine, sweetheart, it's so good to see you."
The thing about Carole is that she is so genuinely sweet and caring, that you can't help but like her even if she does make you feel like you're two. Carole just gives off a comforting aura that makes you feel safe and loved regardless. "Hi, Mrs. Hummel." Blaine returns the smile.
"It's Carole, sweetheart, and I hope you like lasagna, that's all I've made tonight. Well, except for the éclair which Finn here can't seem to keep his hands off of." Finn has the decency to look mildly ashamed as Kurt smirks at his brother.
"I love lasagna so it shouldn't be a problem," Blaine tells her.
"Let's go sit down and wait for Burt at the diner table," Carole walks towards the dining room, sitting at one of the end chairs. The three boys follow in suit, Finn sitting on the side opposite to Kurt and Blaine where they have their chairs pulled together more closely than usual, their hands obviously together.
Not a minute later, Burt walks in and takes his seat. "Let's get this show on the road!" He exclaims, causing Kurt and Finn to cringe with embarrassment as Blaine and Carole smile at her husband's antics.
"So when did you guys get out?" Finn asks, mouth full of food as Carole silently reprehends him.
Kurt swallows his food. "Almost immediately. We knew it'd get bad so Blaine and I bolted out of there."
"How did the fight start?" Carole asked with a frown.
"I sang a song to Kurt in the courtyard with the band and everything, then once I finished, the piano burst into flames." Burt's eyebrows rise, looking at Kurt. "Then it sort of turned into the blame game. Puck blamed it on myself, then Kurt blamed it on the cheerios, and Santana turned it over to the Skanks. Santana and one girl from the Skanks were yelling at each other and then they sort of tackled one another. That was all they needed to turn it into a riot."
"Did they find out what caused the piano to catch fire?" Burt asks.
"No," says Finn. "But I think it was all on purpose. That whoever lit the piano wanted the people to react like that. That they knew it'd get all these people hurt." Kurt and Blaine exchange glances, thinking back on what Alistair said. 'It was a test to see if McKinley was suitable, and it passed.'
"But who would do such a thing?" Carole solicits. "Three were killed, why would anyone want such a thing?"
Finn shrugs, "I don't know."
xXx
"Cooper, do you know about any of this?" Blaine asks through the phone.
"Not really, little bro. Sorry," Cooper sighs.
Blaine paces in his room. "And what, is McKinley supposed to some sort of battleground or something? I mean, do they know that Gabriel is there?"
"Gabriel?" Cooper asks, astonished. "An archangel is there?"
"Yes, and especially after today's stunt caused by whoever, even more of Heaven's eyes will be watching McKinley."
"When is Sectionals for you?" Cooper asks, suddenly, like it's the most casual thing ever.
"What? Sectionals? What has that got to do with anything?" Blaine snipes, incredulous.
Cooper's sigh is audible. "Just answer the question, B."
"What? Ugh. It's this Saturday. Why?"
"Hunter and Sebastian will be there and they know about the riot. I need you to interrogate one of them for me. I'll be there, but I'll keep the other distracted. You may wanna go with Sebastian since Hunter's the Warblers leader. Plus, Sebastian's got the hots for you."
"Ugh, don't remind me. But what do I tell Kurt? I mean, he'll obviously be suspicious of me running off with some random guy."
"What about Kurt?"
Blaine shifts the phone to his other ear. "Uh, we sort of said 'I love you'."
"You said… Goddammit, Blaine." Cooper groans through the phone, his frustration obvious, when suddenly, "Wait. Oh ho ho, this is fantastic!"
Blaine frowns, cautious, "Cooper…"
"Oh don't worry, I won't lay a hand on your precious little angel." Blaine can just see Cooper waving his hand dismissively. "Just focus on Sectionals and what you're supposed to do. Don't worry about anything or anyone, only your duty."
"Cooper, what is so fantastic abou–"
"Blaine! Just focus on your job! You'll know the questions to ask."
Blaine sighs, knowing he won't get anything from Cooper. "Fine. Goodnight, Coop." Blaine hangs up the phone. Blaine then flops onto his bed with a sigh, his face turning into the pillow that smells of Kurt. He breathes in deeply, the vanilla scent filling his nostrils and when his phone buzzes, he grins, already knowing it's Kurt.
"Just wanted to say goodnight and that I love you. x K."
Blaine's smile only widened as he read the words. He was in love. He was so utterly captivated by the obscure angel. His smile, his gorgeous eyes and how he never can define the color – it always changes, always – or even the way he kisses sends bolts rushing throughout his body, its electricity shocking him in the best way possible. The way he kisses, though. It's nothing like they describe in movies or the romance novels. There's no hallelujah chorus and no explosions. It's better. It makes him feel as if he can do anything, like they're the only two in the world. His lips tingle and his senses heighten. He feels the blood pump through his veins and hears the rush of their breaths. It raises goosebumps on his skin where Kurt touches. It leaves him feeling empowered and so utterly vulnerable at the same time. Kurt makes him feel safe, though, loved.
"Love you, too," he types. "Sweet dreams. x B."
And when Blaine falls asleep, a smile so content crossing his features, he couldn't feel better.
xXx
Kurt rolls over in his bed, annoyed by the insistent ringing coming from his bedside. His hand slaps down on the alarm clock, only to see that it's three am, and not six. The ringing becomes more clear and he realizes it's his phone. He tries to wipe the sleep from his eyes before he answers with a yawn. "Hello?"
"KURT!" a voice shouts into the phone, causing Kurt to jump back, startled.
"Jesus, Gabriel, you gave me a heart attack. Why are you yelling? You need to speak more softly," Kurt hisses into the phone.
"You're having a heart attack? Well, that's not good," Gabriel says into the phone, commenting as if he were referring to a small bruise.
"No, Gabriel, it's just an expression that humans use," Kurt explains, rolling his eyes. "Why are you calling at three in the morning, anyway?"
"Oh! Well, I just got back from Heaven."
Kurt waits. "And…?"
"What?"
"Gabriel… Did you hear of the riot?"
"Yes, the riot. Well, to be honest, I was surprised it didn't happen any sooner," says Gabriel.
"You mean you knew? And you didn't think to stop it or to tell me?" Kurt shifts the phone to his other ear and gets up, knowing he wouldn't be going back to sleep anytime soon.
"I couldn't. If I told you, then you would want to stop it and then that would interfere with the prophecy. 'And so it is written, that those of false accusations and of lying tongues be the cause to bloodshed of a rioting mass.' Not exactly pretty, but it's what gets the ball rolling," Gabriel explains.
Kurt frowns, sitting in a chair angled towards the window. "Prophecy? What's it about?"
"Can't tell you, interference and all. Though what I can say is be wary of whom you surround yourself with."
Kurt sighs in exasperation. "If this is about Blaine, I-"
"Did I mention Blaine? Kurt, there is more than one evil lurking the halls of McKinley. Now rest up! New Directions needs you for Sectionals and trust me, you'll be glad that you have your rest. I'll be a chaperone for you guys so if anything goes wrong, know I'm seconds away."
"Why would anything go wrong?"
"Because, my darling Kurt," he pops into the speaker. "The Warblers will be there."
xXx
The bus ride to Sectionals was longer than normal, seeing as Dalton was hosting it at Westerville's community theatre. Kurt and Blaine sat towards the back of the bus, Kurt on the end with Gabriel consistently looking back at them and at times, just staring all together.
"Why does Ms. Pillsbury keep on looking back at us?" Blaine grumbles as he pushes his face further into Kurt's chest, trying to get sleep. It is, after all, six in the morning.
Kurt rubs his back, making eye contact with Gabriel. "I don't know…" Then Kurt smiles. "Maybe she just finds you cute." Blaine grunts, proceeding in his slumber. Kurt's phone buzzes and he quickly looks at the text.
"There's a demon in your lap." Kurt snorts, rolling his eyes.
"Of course there's a demon in my lap. That demon also happens to be my boyfriend. I thought you were fine with me and Blaine?"
"Still, I wouldn't put a demon in my lap. I mean, if you see their real face… disgusting."
"Well, I love him so that shouldn't be a problem."
"Kurt."
Kurt glares to where the archangel is sitting, fiddling around with Ms. Pillsbury's iPhone. "He loves me, too, so don't get your wings in a twist."
"Oh. Well, what has your brother said about coach Cooter?"
"I really wonder what it's like inside your head… but he told me that he would make Finn quarterback and it would help his chances if he got me on the team."
"Don't go near him. When we get back from Sectionals, I'll deal with him."
"Do you want my help?"
"Oh, I can handle a demon. I'm not called an archangel just for the title. Well, we'll discuss later, or if at all, when we get there. Good luck!"
Kurt pockets his phone and turns into Blaine, his head resting on top of his as he watches the world passing by from the bus' window. It's another hour and a half before he shakes him on the shoulder, urging him to wake up. "Blaine, sweetie, we're here."
Blaine takes a sharp intake, his face disgruntled. "Wha? Where am I?" He puts his hand to his eyes. "Kurt?"
Kurt smiles. "We need to grab our stuff, we're in Westerville, Blaine. For Sectionals, remember?"
"Right."
It doesn't take too long to get off the bus to their room, everyone dropping their stuff on the next available table space. Kurt and Blaine head down to the cafeteria to get breakfast, walking side by side, hands almost touching. They grab their food (Kurt grabbed a fruit parfait and Blaine nabbed a doughnut) and sat down at a smaller table.
"I am so unbelievably tired." Blaine yawns before taking a bite into his doughnut.
"What did you do last night? I mean, didn't you listen to Mr. Schuester and get your goodnight's sleep?" Kurt teased.
I was plotting how to lure Sebastian away and torture him for information, he wants to say, but his face remains void of emotion, his lack of sleep preventing any form of guilt. "Nothing, I just couldn't sleep." Which was partially true.
"Is there anyone coming for you?"
Blaine nods. "My brother, Cooper. He's coming. He should be here soon."
"And will I get to meet this brother of yours?" He asks, already knowing the answer.
"If you want to, I don't see the problem."
"Hello, lord gays. Pleasure to see you bright and early," Santana smirks as she walks over to where the two are sitting.
"Hi, unicorns!" Brittany waves. She walks around the table and sits next to Kurt, snuggling up to him.
He looks at her fondly. "Hey, Boo. I haven't seen you lately." Kurt looks up to glare accusingly at Santana. She only rolls her eyes.
"Santana says I can't but I'm here now! And there're some mean people with the birds. I thought bird people were supposed to be nice, but some of them look scary." Brittany takes one of Kurt's strawberries and eats it, licking the yogurt off her fingers.
Blaine perks up immediately. "What do you mean by that, Brittany?" Santana frowns, trying to read Blaine.
She just shrugs. "I don't know why, they just seem different to me. And when they caught me looking, they glared at me and their face became scary."
"Do you mean like this?" Kurt doesn't notice any change in Blaine, but Brittany apparently does. She hides underneath Kurt's arm, nodding her head.
"Are they like us, Tana?"
"Yeah, Britt." Santana looks to Blaine, silently telling him something.
"Blaine, what's going on?" Kurt asks, still holding Brittany.
He shakes his head. "Nothing, nothing. Just, there may be a sort of predicament later today."
Kurt's jaw juts out, lips pursed. "Like what?"
"We've got demons in the Warblers, Lady Lips," Santana rolls her eyes as if it were the most obvious thing ever. Kurt purses his lips even further, annoyed at the comment. "Which means, that us three," she gestures to herself, Brittany, and Blaine, "need to get on them for answers."
Blaine stamps on Santana's foot, which goes doesn't go unnoticed by Kurt. "Questions like what, exactly?"
Santana smiles sickeningly sweet at him, her eyebrows arched, condescending. "Questions that won't be answered to you unless you start talking about whatever archangel you prudes have stuck up your ass."
"Santana," Blaine's voice reprimands. "Don't."
"So when is Cooper supposed to be here, Blaine?" Kurt asks, supplying a subject change.
Blaine takes it gratefully. "Any minute now. Actually, I wouldn't be surprised if he's looking for me right now."
Santana laughs slightly, "Speak of the devil."
Cooper walks towards the table, smirk on his face. "Ladies, Blaine, Kurt."
Kurt shifts uncomfortably under Cooper's eyes. Blaine turns to Cooper and back to Kurt. "Kurt this is Cooper. Cooper, Kurt."
Cooper grins, sticking his hand out. "Oh, it's a pleasure to meet you." Blaine frowns.
Kurt gives a half attempt at a smile. "Oh, I'm sure." He reluctantly shakes Cooper's hand, but not before he can dig his thumb into his palm. The angel recoils, glancing up at Cooper with curiosity and fear. "What was that?"
Cooper frowns, whether on purpose or unintentional was unbeknownst to Kurt. "Nothing." Cooper turns to Blaine. "Well, if you all don't mind me, I'm going to go get a program." He walks off.
"So even for a demon, clone Anderson is just weird." Santana states.
Blaine is still frowning. "Kurt what did he do to you?"
Kurt shrugs, "Cooper just pushed his thumb into my palm. I don't know if he meant to or not."
Blaine considers it for a moment, before, "It's probably nothing." He takes the last bite of his doughnut. "Come on, let's go get ready."
xXx
The room is left to the men to change while the ladies get ready in the bathroom. Kurt and Blaine are the only ones left in there by the time they're both done. "You look so handsome," Blaine comments from where he's looking at Kurt through the mirror, making last adjustment to his tie.
Kurt smiles bashfully as he walks over to Blaine, wrapping his arms around Blaine's tiny waist. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Anderson," Kurt breathes into Blaine's ear, turning into his neck to pepper sweet kisses.
Blaine grins, squeezing Kurt's hands with his own. "Kurt, someone could walk in at any moment." He turns his head to the side to face Kurt. They share few kisses before Blaine's phone buzzes from his pocket. Blaine groans with irritation, reluctantly pulling himself away from Kurt's sweet lips. "If this is Santana texting me some crude joke I swear I'll…" He lets the threat trail off, looking at the phone. Kurt chuckles at Blaine as he rest his chin on Blaine's shoulder, looking over him.
"I think now would be a good time. Cooper."
"A good time for what?" Kurt mumbles.
Blaine sighs, pulling away from Kurt and pocketing his phone. "For getting answers. Oh, I am so not in the mood for that."
Kurt frowns. "And what exactly are your tactics to get what you need?"
Blaine's eyes meet Kurt's, both apologetic and pained. "You wouldn't like it. Demons ways are far less moral than the angels'."
Kurt nods and kisses Blaine on the cheek. "Be safe."
Blaine nods, "Of course. I'll text you when it's done. Promise."
Kurt laughs. "You better, because if I'm not the one to come after you, Rachel will. You know how she gets all worked up if she doesn't have her 'back-up singers'."
Blaine only laughs in return.
xXx
"When they were separated, I cornered the little bastard. He's in there and trapped inside his body. It's a soundproof room and the doors are locked so you don't have to worry about intruders. Ok, B?" Cooper asks.
Blaine nods, before being nudged inside the room. It was dark except for a few dim lights. There was a back table possessing different sorts of instruments for Blaine to use against him. The mirrored and barred walls on either side of the room revealed it to be a dance studio. Sebastian was bare apart from his boxers. Blaine could hear his laugh from where he was chained to the wall. "Damn Blaine, you should've told me you were this kinky." Blaine walked over to the table, only sparing him a glance. The top right side of his face is covered with blood, his usual coifed up hair was matted to his face. Sebastian's bottom lip was split open, causing him to wince slightly as he smirked. "That angel not satisfying you?"
Blaine's hand slammed down on the table, eyes blackening with anger as he whipped around and hissed, "How do you know about him?"
Sebastian shrugged as much as the chains allowed him to. "Eh, demons' gossip. 'Big Mister Anderson has got a new little pet, mind you it's a celestial one'. No, thank your little friend Alistair. He was easily persuaded to work against you."
Blaine eyed him, "I'm not that important to Hell, what makes me the talk? And how have you gotten word from Alistair?"
Sebastian grins. "Someone let him out. Now, come on big boy, less talk more play."
Blaine huffs quietly, picking up a hunting knife that glimmering in the dim light. He mumbles, "You asked for it." He prowls toward him, knife in hand as Sebastian watches him, unimpressed. He raises the knife to Sebastian's bare chest, teasing. "Now, you'll tell me why you're hear and what you have to do with my brother, or I might just have to test this out on you." He pokes the tip into his skin and drags it, the force hard enough to draw out a thin line of blood.
Sebastian laughs. "If that's your definition of pain, then baby, we are never gonna get anywhere." Blaine snarls as he takes the knife and stabs Sebastian's hand. Sebastian screams out in pain, but quickly resolves to a maniacal laughter. "If you think one little poke will get me talking, you're wrong buddy."
"What are you doing with him?!" Blaine shouts, his face contorted with anger and rage, eyes black as the night. "Why my brother?"
Sebastian laughs, "Are you sure he's even your brother? I mean, how long was he gone again?" Blaine swipes the blade down Sebastian's arm, blood immediately following. Sebastian wheezes, "It's a good thing that we already performed or else Hunter would have your head for me not being pretty. Still, watch the face."
With that, Blaine takes his time carving a line into his forehead, Sebastian screaming as he does so. Blaine's face was void of any and all emotion but rage. It was a pure, unadulterated evil that Sebastian saw and recoiled. "I knew it," he whispered.
"What?" Blaine snaps, knife at the ready.
Sebastian smirks, "Wouldn't you like to know." Blaine stabs the knife in Sebastian's other hand, having to tug as he tried to remove it from the wall, the blade dragging across Sebastian's flesh as he screamed. Blaine then proceeded to stick the blade in Sebastian's stomach, twisting it as he glared through the curls that had come loose from sweat. "Alright!" Sebastian sobbed. "There was talk about one coming, and we thought it could be him! Cooter! He ordered us, I swear, I don't know!" Blaine twists the knife in his gut even deeper, not believing what Sebastian is saying. "I swear it's true! Cooter's a Prince! Hunter and I, we just serve him!"
The answer satisfies him enough. Blaine closes his eyes, forcing them to return to normal as he walks away and discards the knife on the table, walking out of the studio. "Do what you will with him," he tells Cooper upon receiving a questioning look from his brother. Cooper grins and darts into the room.
Blaine walks away quickly, needing to wash all the blood off his hands. He uses the first single stalled bathroom he can find, locking the door as he begins to wash his hands. Blaine scrubs deep under his nails and on the surface of his palms, practically rubbing his skin raw to rid himself of the red tint of Sebastian's blood. He splashes some water onto his face, calming himself down and grabs paper towels to dry himself. Blaine walks out of the bathroom inconspicuously, and pulls out his phone to text Kurt.
"It's finished" is what he sends.
Kurt replies in less than a minute. "Still in ND's room."
It takes only a short while before Blaine walks in through the New Direction doors. Kurt immediately stands up and inspects Blaine, concern evident across his features. "Are you ok? You look shaken up."
Blaine exhales loudly and walks over to Kurt, nodding. "I'm fine. Just didn't exactly get what I wanted and that there's a bigger guy at our school that I'll eventually have to deal with."
Kurt frowns as he allows himself to be wrapped his boyfriend's arms. "Who's the other guy?" Kurt rubs a hand up and down Blaine's chest soothingly.
Blaine sighs. "Cooter, the new football coach. I need you to stay away from him." He makes sure to look pointedly at Kurt.
Kurt only smiles a small bit. "I don't think you'll have to worry about that. Demonic work of this level usually calls for higher celestial power."
Blaine's eyes widen, "So it is true. There really is an archangel at McKinley."
Kurt laughs, "Don't be too surprised. And don't worry, being my boyfriend grants you a bit of leverage. Now come on, let's fix your hair and then go win Sectionals."
And it was no surprise when they did.
xXx
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