A/N: Just so there's no confusion, I've changed my username to crisscolfersex, it matches my tumblr name. It used to be ellie'simagination. There's a little Blaine POV in this chapter, it's the big chunk of writing that is written in italics, just a warning! Go read! :3
Ultraviolet
Chapter 11
Walking through school with Blaine was so much different than before. People still stared, obviously, but something had changed. I don't know whether it was the fact that Blaine wouldn't let go of me for a second, his arm always wrapped around my waist; or whether it was because the jocks didn't watch us spitefully anymore, they just kept their heads down when they passed us, Blaine's eyes following them as they walked past us, just to make sure they didn't dare to say or do anything.
I looked up at Blaine, he had his mask of protectiveness on, looking around every five seconds, making sure no one had been staring or looking for too long, or no one was walking around with cups full of slushie. We stopped at my first lesson, French, which was opposite our lockers and a few doors down from Blaine's Spanish lesson.
Even as we stopped, he was still looking around; I shoved him slightly to get his attention. He looked back at me, his eyebrows furrowed, "What was that for?"
"Stop being so wary! No one's going to jump out and kill me!"
He still had that little dent between his eyebrows that shown he was still confused, and thinking about something. I sighed dreamily, he was so adorable, and the butterflies began swarming in my stomach again just looking at him. He looked particularly gorgeous this morning; he was wearing a tight green v-neck, which showed the ripples in his muscles whenever he moved (I tried not to faint at that), his black skinny jeans were so tight they might as well have been a second skin, clinging to his strong legs and making his ass look like heaven.
"Oh my god, Blaine, seriously, not everyone's out to get me!" I stepped forward, placing my hand on his bicep which he jumped at slightly, I retracted it straight after. "Sorry"
"No-it...it's fine" he smiled slowly.
"It is?" I asked, I had a feeling we were talking about more than one thing.
He nodded, extending his arm that held his leather jacket which hung over his forearm. "Do you...do you want to..." he shifted his jacket into his hand, holding it out to me "you um...look cold" he said coyly, shifting slightly, and I realised that this was the side of Blaine he'd told me about in the field that night. The human side. His protectiveness was a part of him, sure, but there were always those moments that he seemed so shy and confused, and he'd screw his face up trying to figure something out in his head because he isn't used to this. And those times I caught him blushing and he'd just wave it off and then try to act all tough afterwards, which made me giggle, and then he'd sigh dreamily at the sound of it and then-
"Kurt?" he was worrying his bottom lip between his teeth, his hand still extended, offering me his jacket. Wait. Offering me his jacket? How the hell did I not work that out!
"Uh, yeah?"
"Could you um...look after this for me?" he tilted his head slightly, his eyes looking similar to those of a pleading puppy.
"S-sure" I smiled, and reached out for it. He ignored my hand and spun around so he was behind me, holding the jacket out for me to slip my arms into. The slide of leather against my skin felt glorious. Just knowing that this was the jacket that Blaine wears all the time and that I'd never even dare to wear something like this, so worn and ripped, contrasting against my fabulous outfit, but just knowing that its Blaine's jacket and that he wants me to look after it for him...that was completely acceptable.
I exhaled shakily, moving my arms slightly in the jacket, it was a little big for me but it was still the comfiest thing I'd ever worn. I risked a glance up at Blaine, who was staring at me, his eyes had darkened slightly but they still had that puppy dog look in them. He looked smitten.
The bell rang and shook us out of our stupor. Blaine looked around again protectively before walking me right to the door of my class. We waited for the corridors to clear before he stepped forward, placing a hand on my shoulder, smoothing his hand over the leather, bringing his palm to my neck and sliding up to my cheek, staring in fascination.
"It really suits you" he said quietly after a while, smiling shyly, before pressing a kiss to my forehead and then walking backwards to his classroom. "See you later" he winked, and then spun around, grasping the door handle and disappearing into Mr. Schue's lesson.
It's safe to say I had to spend a few minutes calming myself down outside before I could actually step into my French lesson.
XOXO
I'd gotten sick of the staring, but that didn't stop everyone from doing it. I moved to sit in my seat, even my French teacher was staring at me in disbelief. Everyone knew whose jacket it was I was wearing, it was Blaine's trademark, he wore it every day and never went anywhere without it. I wondered whether people in Blaine's class were staring at him in the same way because he didn't have it with him.
Every head turned to me as I sat gingerly in my seat, I just stared straight ahead, teeth clenched. I felt proud to be wearing Blaine's jacket, and the butterflies swarmed madly in my stomach when I remembered that it was, in fact, Blaine's jacket.
I was relieved when the teacher actually began to talk and most people turned to listen. There was no mistaking this was Blaine's jacket, everyone recognised the chunky zips, rips and frayed threads and material, the musky scent of the leather mixed with cologne that lingered when he passed. I buried my face into my shoulder when no one was looking, inhaling slightly and oh my god it smelled like Blaine and...Does that mean I smell like Blaine too? I sat in my hazy trance until the bell went signalling the end of the lesson and I raced to glee club.
XOXO
"And then Mr. Schue was like 'Blaine! Get the hell out of my-'...oh my god" Mercedes paused mid-sentence, and every head turned to the door where I'd just walked in.
"Holy hell" Puck raised his eyebrows, standing to walk towards me, "If I'm not mistaken..." he trailed off, bringing a hand to his chin while he circled me slowly where I stood, looking confused as he observed me, everyone stared. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say that's Anderson's jacket!"
"Oh my god, Kurt!" Mercedes squealed, jumping up and yanking my hand, pulling me into the seat next to her. "How the hell did you get that!"
"He um, gave it to me..."
"What do you mean he gave it to you?" Santana narrowed her eyes, folding her arms and glaring intensely at me. "Anderson doesn't just give his trademark jacket to anybody"
I just shrugged, suppressing my knowing smile.
Mr. Schue took that moment to barge in, excited about some new assignment.
"Right guys, today's assignment will be a...Oh" He trailed off and made eye contact with me, frowning before turning back to the class and snapping his fingers. "Eyes on me! Not on Kurt!" A few heads snapped to the front, and I tried to resist smiling proudly, but it somehow crept onto my face.
XOXO
I held back for a few minutes to talk to Mr. Schue, who didn't seem very happy with the attention I'd been getting throughout the whole of glee. We were interrupted by Tina running back inside with a look of panic on her face, "Kurt! You better come quickly!"
My heartbeat increased as I ran towards the door and stood in shock of what I was seeing.
"Blaine!" I shouted and he snapped his head around, uncurling his fists from Finn's shirt immediately and stepping away. "What the hell do you think you're doing!"
"I-I don't-I'm sorry!" he stumbled and looked towards me with pleading eyes. I saw his pupils shrinking rapidly, and he blinked to try and quicken them.
"He just attacked me! He lunged at me!" Finn was shouting, pointing his finger at Blaine and looking at other people to try and get them to believe him. "Kurt! You've gotta believe me!"
"It's true dude, he did lunge at him, but Finn was saying stuff!" Puck provided, and earned a scowl from Finn and then held his hands up innocently. "jus' sayin!"
I bit my lip and looked towards Blaine who stood looking ashamed of himself and shrugged his bag back over his shoulder, scuffing his foot on the floor as if he was a scolded schoolboy. I sighed and walked towards him, he lifted his head hopefully, reaching forward to brush his knuckles against mine as if asking a question, which I responded to by nodding. I turned around to the watching glee members just as Blaine entwined our fingers together, "I'll talk to you about this later Finn. Right now I need to talk to Blaine"
Finn began to protest but I silenced him with a finger and tugged Blaine in the direction of the exit. "come on" I said quietly, he nodded and wrapped a possessive arm around my waist, watching Finn over his shoulder and glaring while we walked. "Blaine" I hissed, but he just smirked triumphantly at Finn who was huffing and puffing in annoyance, I smacked him on the back of his head and he turned sharply.
"Ow! What was that for!"
"For being a jerk!"
He just frowned and remained silent as we walked to my car.
XOXO
"So you have a lot of questions to answer" I said after the 15 minutes of silence we'd just endured, sitting comfortably under a tree in an empty nearby park.
"Which one do you want me to answer first?" he asked, tearing the bark off a nearby fallen branch and creating a pile on the ground next to his crossed legs.
"I just...you didn't really explain much...that night" I prompted, and he turned to me, looking confused until his eyes widened with realisation.
"What do you want to know Kurt?" he sighed impatiently. "Go on, I can tell you're about to explode with curiosity."
"Okay, just- how, I-I don't understand, how did you become a...what you are?" I said, afraid to say the actual word, because it made this seem even more real. "Were you born this way? Or was it a...I don't know, a curse or something?" I shook my head in confusion and he stared at me.
"No, my father was a demon, too" Blaine shook his head. "He married my mother, a mortal, at a young age, and told her of his supernatural being soon after she'd told him she was pregnant with me. She wasn't happy...to say the least."
He shuddered as if he was reliving a memory, and avoided my questioning gaze.
"My father was murdered when my mother was 8 and a half months pregnant with me." His fist tightening around the thick branch he was holding and it snapped easily, falling into his lap.
"I don't know who by or why he was even killed, but I know it was by another demon." He sighed, "By that time, Ricky was coming near to being one year old and I was born within the next week."
I listened patiently, not having a clue what to say, or where this was leading. "I killed my mother when I was 4 years old" he whispered darkly, eyes flashing to mine, his pupils widened again. The wind whistled slowly and I watched the sky darken with grey rainclouds. He stood and brushed the dirt off his jeans before running forward and colliding with the bars of the swing set, climbing up them effortlessly as though he was some sort of monkey.
"I was young at the time and I hadn't known my father, therefore I didn't have a clue how to control the side of me that always wanted to rebel, and kill and slaughter everything in my path."
"t-the demon side?" I asked, and he nodded, swinging himself around so he was sitting on top of the frame.
"It is incredibly difficult to control yourself when you have had no one telling you how to do so. Ricky had known our father, who had taught him some of the basics of learning to control his emotions and strengths, but he hadn't known nearly enough to teach me anything."
"I can hardly remember it happening, all I remember is she was there one minute, and the next she was gone. I'd sliced her throat without even realising I'd done it" I cringed visibly and he apologised, dropping down from the bar and landing feet first on the ground, sinking back into a swing and motioning for me to join him on the swing next to him. I stood hesitantly, aware of the lightning bolt that flashed above my head, making things seem like they were from a cliché horror movie and I was about to be killed if I took a step further.
I sank into the swing next to him, pushing my feet off the ground until I was swinging gently, leaning my head against the chain nearest to Blaine, and watching him looking at me with an unreadable expression.
"Who's Lucifer then? Was that your dad's name?" I said after a while, remembering back to the time of Blaine's confession.
He turned to me with a confused look on his face, "What do you mean?"
"You said...that night, when you-confessed. You were a son of Lucifer"
Blaine smirked slightly. "It's just a saying, Kurt; a 'son of Lucifer' is another word or meaning for a demon. I guess I was just trying to...make it a little clearer for you" he shrugged, finally pushing his feet against the ground and swinging slowly.
We swung in silence for a while until I finally broke it. I'd been speaking without even realising it, and when my thoughts eventually caught up to my actions, I nearly fell off the swing in a blind panic wishing I could take back my words.
"Blaine, what do I mean to you?"
"What do you mean?" he asked calmly and extremely collectedly for someone who was watching me freak out.
"I uh, nothing! It's-I wasn't supposed to-"
"Kurt"
I sighed, slumping down into the seat. "What do you like...uh, think of me...? I guess?"
Blaine nodded in realisation, before rambling out a well rehearsed speech. "I have two different opinions of you, but they merge together. You see, being half demon, I sorta have two minds...well, not really-but, there's the side of me that's Blaine and then there's the other side of me that I can't control who has a different opinion."
"So...what are both of the opinions then?" I smirked, trying to sound intrigued, but feeling ridiculously nervous more than anything.
"You are painstakingly beautiful. That's not even my opinion, that's just obvious." He shrugged it off as if it was the simplest thing in the world when I felt the heat creeping up my neck and onto my face.
"You fascinate me." He tilted his head to the side, as if studying me closely like a piece of art, and then smiled distantly before dropping his gaze to the floor again with his small shy smile.
"Your grace and intelligence never fails to impress me, I've always felt instantly magnetised towards you. Since that very first day" he smiled, and then realisation dawned, and his face turned bright red with embarrassment. This was the side of Blaine that I loved, the side that was always confused, or blushing, or complimenting me over silly little things that weren't even relevant at the time; like I remember him stumbling out about how he liked the smell of my shampoo last week when we met at the door of the art class.
"S-sorry, I...I didn't mean to-"
"Its fine" I smiled easily at him.
"It's...just that other side of me." He shrugged, "It makes me say things so unpredictably that are the complete truth but my human personality is the shyest guy in the universe, so it doesn't help when my demon's confidence clashes with my human's bashfulness." He groaned, lolling his head back.
"Honestly Blaine, it's fine...I sorta like it when you get all shy and embarrassed anyway" I admitted with a shrug, avoiding eye contact with him while we both squirmed embarrassedly.
"Uh-thanks, I guess." I focused on the squeaky sound of the rusty chained swings creaking as we moved on them, not swinging too high, but simultaneously keeping the same pace. "So do you still want to know my opinion of you?" he asked, smirking, and I realised this as the other side Blaine was talking about, the more confident one.
"Yeah, I wanna know both."
"First of all, you're so freaking hot," he paused and let out a groan, looking back at me with twinkling teasing eyes while my mouth hung wide open at his forwardness and obvious buoyancy. "You're gorgeous, and so pure, I can't keep you out of my head all day every day, and I feel like I always need to be glued to your side, protecting you at all times." He stuck his chest out proudly, sitting forward slightly and pushing higher on the swing with his powerful legs, a cocky smile on his face.
"Hmm, interesting" I raised an eyebrow, watching until Blaine's facade changed once again into a more reserved bashful boy, "And what does human Blaine think of me then?"
"I-uh, well you're...Oh my god! Did I actually just say all of that?" He held his hands over his mouth, obviously realising what he had just let slip to me in demon form. "I'm so sorry! That was so forward! You deserve so much more respect than that, Kurt, I-"
"Blaine!" I shouted over his ramblings, "Shut up!"
"Sorry..."
I resisted the urge to laugh at his embarrassed face, he was so cute with his full on pout as he concentrated fully on the ground. "Continue"
"I, well, uh...I think you're a-a wonderful person, Kurt. And y-your smile can light up a room! I mean it's so...smiley! And...Yeah!" he trailed off. "Fuck! Did I seriously just call your smile, smiley?" I couldn't hold it in any longer, I doubled over in laughter, the sound echoed around the park, some people looking up at me with annoyed dull expressions but I was just too far gone to care. Blaine groaned beside me, "I'm sorry, I'm sooo bad at this"
"It's-Hahaha, its fine" I giggled, placing a hand over my mouth as if it could stop the laughter from falling out. It didn't help at all as I rethought about my 'smiley smile' and doubled over again, this time hearing a small growl from Blaine and the next thing I knew I was on my back on the patch of grass we had sat on before, giggling uncontrollably while Blaine's hands flitted across my sides.
"Stop laughing at me!" He ordered from above me, though I saw the adoring smile on his face as he moved his fingers faster, tickling me unmercifully.
"I-ha ha! Blaine! I- Stop! BLAINE! Hahahah!" I let out an embarrassing snort which made him pause, staring at me before we both burst into laughter and collapsed again, Blaine falling half on top of me.
When the laughter died down, and we realised the position, neither of us moved to correct ourselves, we just lay staring at each other. It was like some sort of cheesy romance movie where we just couldn't keep our eyes off of each other, and we didn't even notice the sky beginning to darken.
Blaine lay on his side, swallowing thickly before moving a tentative shy hand towards my waist and looping it under my arm, effectively pulling me closer as we faced each other. I smiled reassuringly and let my head loll sideways, staring at him comfortably, admiring the way his dark curls flopped onto his forehead as he stared back in pure fascination.
The weight of his muscled arm was heavy against my body, but I couldn't bring myself to care, just knowing it was Blaine's arm. We sat in a comfortable silence until he spoke again, although ever so softly, as if he didn't want to disturb the peace between us.
"I can see your eyes burning with curiosity," he studied me, his eyes flickering across my face, "what would you like to know?"
"Blaine," I hesitated.
"Yes?" I fell silent, my confidence shot, suddenly. "What is it, Kurt? I will tell you anything you want to know" he looked down momentarily, a little shamefully, "you deserve that much"
I filed that away for later, deciding not to ask now what he meant, but went ahead with my previously thought question. "What was all that with Finn after Glee today?"
I felt him stiffen and his eyes avoided mine. "I...just a misunderstanding, that's all" he shrugged helplessly, trying to shun eye contact.
"A misunderstanding? Seriously Blaine? You expect me to believe that?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Fine..." He looked upwards and that's when I first noticed how beautiful the sky looked right now the lightning had disappeared as though it wasn't even there in the first place, the sun now a hazy orange colour and sinking slowly in the sky, thin veils of clouds lacing together and creating swirly patterns in the cool blue.
I listened intently as he began to explain the events that had unfolded previously that day, almost shocked at my brother's behaviour. I would say I was shocked at Blaine's too, but then again, Blaine was a demon with no self control whatsoever. Who knew what to expect from him?
(Blaine POV)
I dragged myself down the empty halls, poking my head around empty classroom doors pointlessly and increasing the volume on my headphones, the music so loud I could quite probably become deaf from it. I didn't care. It blocked the thoughts from my head, all of those thoughts. That monstrous side of me. I hated the way it controlled me, whispering obscenities in my ears, telling me what to do, who to kill, pointing out easy targets as I passed people in the hallways on the way to lessons each day.
I hate that I can't show Kurt what a good guy I could be. Me, not that thing that controls me. I growled involuntarily, smashing my fist into the nearest bin, sending it flying down the hallway and spilling its contents on the ground. I sighed, frustrated at the un-natural power that glowed inside me. I rounded the corner, flicking out my pocket-knife from the confines of my back pocket, falling back against the wall and digging it into the soft MDF wood that boarded a beam; I leant sideways on it, my shoulder digging into it painfully while my head rested sideways on it too. I curved the knife, slicing an easy chunk of wood from the beam within seconds, scooping it lazily and stabbing into it absently while I let my thoughts run wild in my brain. Somehow, today, the music just didn't seem to be blocking anything out.
I grinned wickedly at the feel of being in control of the blade, carving into the wood as memories flashed in my brain. With them, brought the familiar feeling of my nails digging into soft human flesh, the wood reminded me of the slice of my blade against the skin which cut easily and the screams for mercy that echoed in my mind. I knew which part of me was in control now, as I felt the slimy stretch of my pupils cover my irises. I felt drunk with satisfaction as my vision blurred, and I imagined the wood being a helpless victim. I was free to marr their skin and mutilate their body as much as I pleased, no one would stop me, this was my purpose on this earth, after all.
As if by some force, my earphones had slipped down to my neck, resting there, so all of my demonic thoughts could control me, hypnotise me until I couldn't help but learn to love the deep voice of my inner conscience, flowing directly into my ears and latching onto my brain stream, reminding me of the spectacular feeling of complete power and satisfaction that came when draining someone's life from them.
"Dude! What the hell are you doing?" I was distracted from my haze of pleasure by the big oaf, Kurt's brother. I snapped my head around, glaring at him before I felt the stretch of my pupils decrease slightly, gaining just enough control over my body to slip the knife into my back pocket again where it belonged, instead of stabbed inside Kurt's brother's gut.
"Fuck off" I spat, regaining balance and standing up straight, staring intensely at him. I saw the Mohawk dude approach him, his eyes wide at the sight of me, before he stepped back, motioning for some others that were following him out from the doorway behind them to stay back.
"You better not be waiting for Kurt here" He said, narrowed eyes, thinking he was oh-so-brave. This was glee club, I realised, as I watched the fierce Latina girl, Santana, approach Puck with wide eyes too. They exchanged a look before turning back to me and Finn with wary eyes.
"So what if I am?" I pushed, smirking evilly. I hadn't. Been waiting for Kurt, that is. But I just loved to torture this kid. I loved getting inside his head and putting pictures there, he was such an easy target.
"Well if you were, which you best not be, I would have to tell you to fuck off, because Kurt doesn't like you and definitely doesn't want a scumbag like you hanging about, waiting for him everywhere."
I laughed humourlessly at his attempt of scaring me, and I stepped forward, revelling in the feeling of power that overcame me when I saw people behind him step back. "You see Finn, I really don't think that's true" I cracked my knuckles, smiling at him and talking in a sweet voice to get on his nerves. "I mean, come on, he's been wearing my jacket all day, and we made out for five minutes straight without a breath the other night at my place, so, I don't think your little theory is very accurate now, is it?" I growled at the last part. Okay, so maybe I'd over exaggerated the part of me and Kurt making out for that long, but it was still a pretty long time before Ricky had interrupted us. And it was great to see the reaction it caused when panic spread across Finn's face.
"No he didn't! Kurt wouldn't do that! You're lying!" he spluttered angrily, shaking a fist in the air. I could've easily taken him right then and there, but the small voice nagging at me in the back of my head was reminding me it wasn't the right thing to do, and Kurt would most likely be upset with me afterwards. I couldn't have him upset. I just couldn't. He's my world, already, it's ridiculous how much I care for him so soon, but it's just like natural instinct to me.
Finn's face had gone red with frustration, frowning deeply before striding forward and pushing his huge hand into my shoulder, trying to shove me backwards, my shoulder stiffened instinctively and refused to budge, I stood solid as an un-budging wall, which obviously frustrated him further when he put all of his strength into trying to shove me. I smirked when he couldn't budge me, I watched him aggravate himself further and just waited it out before he huffed in annoyance and threw his hands in the air.
"You're lying!" he repeated.
"Maybe you should ask him then? If you don't believe me" I answered cockily. He was really getting on my nerves now, I just wanted to go home, smash a guitar and then wait until late at night when I could sneak out with my hood up when Ricky isn't looking, and search for an easy target for me to drain their worthless soul from.
"I will! And he'll tell me just how wrong you are! Why would he go for you anyway? You're a trampy freak who doesn't own one piece of clothing without holes in and probably doesn't wash himself more than once a week! Kurt could never be interested in you! You'd just use him anyway! You don't deserve him!" he screamed in a jumble of words, in other times I wouldn't have cared, but I felt weak. I needed the release of a good fight or a good kill, so I took my chances, and lunged forward, clawing at the annoying giant's shirt and pulling him forward, slamming him back against the locker, holding him there with my forearm pressed against his throat. No one could deny my feelings for Kurt. No one. Including him. he had no right, he had no idea of the immense love I felt for his brother, but now was not the time to admit it, besides, I had no say in the matter of who I fell in love with anyway, I didn't choose Kurt consciously, but I was magnetised to him either way.
I watched the terrified eyes of people around me and grinned contentedly at the smell of fear I inhaled through my nostrils as the delicious stretch of black covered my pupils and I snapped my head back to Finn, who looked pretty petrified too, if I might say so myself.
Despite his obvious fear, he remained confident, "Go on! Hit me! You wouldn't dare!"
I raised a fist, "Oh yeah?" I asked, sounding a little breathy and insane, but I didn't care, this was for Kurt. I heard a few intakes of breaths from behind me and footsteps running away. I laughed shortly before drawing my tightly curled fist back even higher-
"Blaine!" I snapped my head around, the voice immediately registering in my brain, that angelic sound that was now pleading with me. I felt my pupils shrink immediately, and I uncurled my fist from Finn's shirt. I wondered absently how I'd gotten here, I hardly remembered any of the last two minutes, other than I knew I'd been controlled again. It made me want to scream.
I hated this. What else could I be other than trouble? No one wanted me here, the reason why? It's simple. I don't belong here. In this world. A freak of nature, a unknown creature is not and should not ever be part of humanity, so why was I still hanging around?
I felt Kurt wrap his arm around my waist so I slung my arm around his neck, peering over my shoulder at Finn and grinning triumphantly at him, rubbing it in his sly little face while he watched me walk away with his brother. I wanted to boast for hours on end. Then again, it only took a slap round the head from Kurt to realise that human Blaine would never be so rude and cocky; he would be polite and reasoning.
Then again, I never did have any control. Never have, never will. Ricky can't teach me any, so I'm stuck, un-teachable, I've grown too old to be able to adapt now anyway, so it really is too late to change me, I'm a hard luck case. No one wants to know about the damaged weak half demon that can't go a day without resisting the urge to brutally slaughter someone or control his raging emotions.
No one wanted me, and I didn't want them either. So I guess we're all good. Apart from on small thing. Kurt. How was I supposed to keep strong for him? Protect him? When I had no protection from myself?
I sat silently at the end of Blaine's recap of Finn's and his conversation. I had a feeling there was a little more to the story or how he was feeling beforehand, he'd obviously been in a bad mood, I could sense from his change of emotions when he brought back the story. He seemed ashamed of himself yet again.
I really didn't understand. If I'd figured Blaine out, his darkest secret, then how come I still didn't understand? I'd asked every question known to man about his kind, and he'd answered willingly, but there was something missing. I still needed to delve deep into the mind of Blaine Anderson. But it was impossible to get inside that boy's head. I watched him gazing fixatedly at the stars, lying on the muddy ground with his arms behind his head. Completely clueless on what to do next.
XOXO
"Why do you have so many doors?" I asked absentmindedly, interrupting Blaine halfway through some sentence I hadn't been listening to.
"Uh, what?" Blaine asked, stopping in his tracked, raising an eyebrow at me. We'd stopped outside Ricky's door, where he could be heard making "pew pew! Yeah! Take that stupid... alien dude thing!" noises, cheering excitedly when an explosion was heard and he stumbled out of his room, food stuck to his face, his hair sticking up madly on one side of his head, pyjama bottoms hanging low on his hips and his white shirt crumpled and stained, looking like he'd dropped his whole dinner down it. "I need more food" he shrugged.
"Um, hi to you too, Rik" Blaine smirked, moving aside to let him pass in the narrow hallway, which coincidentally left him leaning chest to chest against me, while Ricky squeezed past behind him to head to the kitchen. Blaine stayed in position, both of us breathing heavily, staring at each other. Blaine tilted his head slightly, moving forward, I felt his hand go through the loop of my arm, and before I knew it... I was falling backwards.
"Blaine!" he only laughed and caught me in his arms so I didn't actually fall to the floor, and okay, so I couldn't really be mad at him when he had his arms around my waist...instead of an 'almost kiss' Blaine had reached behind me and pushed the door handle down, sending me flying backwards into a little quaint room with natural colours.
"You said you wondered why we had so many doors" he shrugged; I finally took the chance to look around. The first thing I noticed about the small cosy room was it was very peaceful, there weren't many colours, only mute ones, and the only furniture was a huge red beanbag in the corner, the same one as the comfy multicoloured beanbags on the floor in the den. There was a huge window, half the size of the wall, and overlooked the side of the house, which wasn't much of a view, only a few trees.
In front of the window, veered off to the side slightly, opposite to the beanbag, stood a tall easel with a blank canvas sitting contently on it. There was a tiny table next to it loaded with water pots, pencils, charcoal and paintbrushes of different sizes, all resting in an old yellow tray that was splattered with paint and falling apart at the corners. Everywhere else was surrounded with stacked up canvases in four piles that reached just above Blaine's height, as if he couldn't reach any higher to stack them, and another 5 piles of huge sketchbooks with various materials and pieces of paper flopping out randomly of the pages. The filled sketchbooks and canvases filled most of the space, making the room seem smaller than it actually probably was, but it seemed so relaxing and homey in here, that it didn't matter that the only place you could sit other than the beanbag was a small space on the floor.
"What is this room, then?" I asked quietly, not wanting to disturb the peace.
"I guess it's my art room," he shrugged, stepping forward to sieve through some paintbrushes, poking his thumb at the bristles of one of them, swiping it on his skin and then dipping it into some water. "It doesn't really have a name" He swirled the brush into a bright pink block paint and swishing it on his skin again and adding more water before it became a lighter, washy pink, and he began outlining something from his mind onto the canvas in front of him.
I watched in awe of him, as he concentrated fully on the swipe of his brush, staring at the little dent between his eyes that formed from frustration when he swiped quickly and manically to try and get the right colour, watching it disappear when he hummed contently after discovering it. I daydreamed for a while, wondering if Blaine spent hours in here, just doing what he was now, working to perfection until he got the image on the paper to mirror the exact image he had in his head.
I flopped down onto the beanbag with my thoughts. We'd only been in there for about 35 minutes when Blaine pulled away, revealing his canvas and holy fuck.
It was like looking in the mirror. Seriously. Like, literally, looking at my reflection. He'd painted a mirror copy of me, looking stunning-might I add- wearing the exact same outfit I was wearing at the time, and looking thoughtful. It's like he had drawn me as his muse when I hadn't been paying attention, though I'd been watching him this entire time and he hadn't glanced back once, was it even possible he could do all this and draw me from memory?
It was impossible. So I didn't even bother asking. I just sat there, gawping like a fish and trying to drag the words out to show him how inexplicably amazing this was. "A-are you, Blaine! How could you, what the-"
His hopeful face dropped for a second and he turned back to it, wringing his hands even tighter around a small rag or cloth than he had before. "Y-you...you don't like it?" he said in a small voice.
My jaw dropped even further and I shook my head, immediately catapulting myself across the room to land in his arms, squeezing him so tight I feared I might squeeze the artistic talent from him. I felt him relax into the hug after a while when we just stood, almost swaying, in silence. He pressed a kiss to the top of my hair which made me look up, blue meeting gorgeous honey/hazel.
"You are the most perfect beautiful talented boy I have ever met" I said, not even faltering as I tightened my arms around the back of his neck, pulling myself closer to him.
"I'm far from perfect, Kurt," he mumbled into my shoulder when he dropped his face onto it again. He lifted his head and I caught him looking ashamed of himself, avoiding eye contact and beginning to squirm away from my touch.
"Hey, hey, no, Blaine- You can't help it, it's not your fault, you-" I paused; I knew Blaine hated being a demon, or even a half demon. But I just didn't know what to say to comfort him. "You can't control what you are" I shrugged and then buried back into Blaine's embrace again, feeling the soft puffs of his breath against my hair.
We pulled away after a while, but only to arms length, to look around slightly. "What are all of those?" I gestured to the sketchbooks, and Blaine untangled himself from me, reaching for my hand and pulling me towards them, somewhat eager to show me after I'd complimented his other work.
He reached up to the top of one of the piles, and I had to bite my lip to stop the whine from escaping when I saw his top ride up and reveal his taut tan skin.
"They're just sketch books" he shrugged, leaning his shoulder into my side and flipping through the pages super quickly with one hand, that I could barely see anything.
"Slow down! I can't even see them" I protested, taking the book from him and sinking to the floor, crossing my legs, a position which Blaine instantly mirrored, though looking uncertainly at the book I held. "Don't worry" I smiled, turning the first page while he watched me.
I was instantly met with a picture of what I could only describe as the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. She was stunning. She was looking at me back over her shoulder, a sparkle in her eye, long flowing black hair and big bright green eyes, just the same as Ricky's. A red headband held most of her hair back, though a few loose strands fell onto her forehead as she smiled slightly, rosy cheeks and friendly features.
Blaine was studying my reaction while I stared at the photograph, it had a strange texture, like it had been scanned and then printed onto to the page. "She's beautiful" I stated.
"It's my mother" Blaine said quietly and calmly, "It's one of the only memories I have of her, I remember when I was younger, I'd been sat in the kitchen, waiting for her to cook dinner, singing some sort of nursery rhyme and I kept messing the words up. I would sigh in frustration each time, and she'd just turn her head slightly and smile at me sweetly every time before going back to preparing dinner."
I watched as he smiled fondly at the memory, I could almost see the thoughts flickering in his eyes with wonder. "That's one of the first things that I painted that I actually kept instead of ripping it out" he shrugged, and it took me a while to catch up with what he'd just said.
"Wait...you painted this?"
"...Yeah?" he almost asked, uncertainly.
"Fuck! Blaine! You can't be serious! This is a freaking photograph! You liar!" I shoved at his chest, but he didn't budge an inch. He raised a comical eyebrow, tilting his head while he watched me freak out. I calmed after a while, though still unbelieving. "How the hell are you so perfect at everything?" I asked, and he looked down again like he had earlier, looking ashamed.
"I told you, Kurt, I'm not perfect...Nowhere near." He shrugged, avoiding eye contact and looking to his side.
There was a moment of silence, before I mumbled something under my breath I'd wanted to tell him for so long, "You're perfect to me though" He looked hopeful when I finally saw him, and we exchanged shy smiles before I went back to the sketchbook, flipping gradually through the pages, in awe of the beautiful drawings and paintings he had hidden in here, some of them were 'only doodles' according to Blaine, but they were much more realistic, fascinating and complex than my little doodles that I do in class in the corner of my page to pass the time. (Mostly tiny initials of KH + BA with silly tiny red hearts, but I'd never admit that to him)
"Can I look at some more?" I fluttered my eyelashes at him when I'd finished the first book, hoping it would have some affect into him letting me go through some of his others.
He sighed dramatically, "Only because it's you" he winked and then pulled the first five sketchbooks off the top and scattered them around the small free space on the floor where we were sitting, they took up most of the space, considering how big they were. I flipped through them one by one, and it seemed each one had some sort of theme. The first, had a front page that was coloured a dark green, with light green highlights, random drawings of wild flowers and leaves, and a tree trunk exploding into life in the corner of the page. I flipped to the first page, and recognised the small dainty flowers that had been tangled around trees and other plants in Blaine's garden, the ones I'd admired so much. I flipped through it further, only to find stunning scenery pictures, sunsets, wild deer, old knobbly tree trunks.
The next book was half finished, and was full of sketches of pastel coloured fairies, in mid flight, wings reminiscent of insects or butterflies. They were beautiful, although not real, but each page exploded with a sense of fantasy. Another was full of drawings of eyes, mostly dilated ones, though sometimes red, drawn with charcoal which created a raggedy effect. On the final page he had painted a crazy blurry sighted picture, of a person which looked exactly like Ricky. When I'd asked what it was, he'd told me it was his vision through weak eyes. Which I only partially understood...and I tried not to dwell on the terrifying look in Blaine's eyes when he described it to me, before moving onto the next book.
My attention was drawn to another book lying near Blaine's foot. It had a navy coloured front page, with a red detailed design of the letter 'D' on it, and in the corner were red and blue stripes twirling into insane patterns until they formed writing at the bottom of the page saying 'Dalton Academy'. I recognised it immediately as a similar name to Blaine's band, and he watched me oddly as I turned the first page. The first page held an in depth design of a bird in mid-flight, yellow ruffled feathers sticking out haphazardly. At the bottom, in Blaine's neat script, read the word 'Pav'.
"What is Dalton academy?" I asked after a while of looking through the book. It mostly contained more portraits of people, all wearing blue and red blazers with striped ties, the same ones Blaine's band had been wearing on that night in the club, but all in different formations. Some I recognised were pictures of Ricky mid-laugh, or Sean eating...something. He was always eating something.
They all looked, quite bizarrely, like photographs. Not only was it Blaine's insane talent that made the pictures come to life, but just the way each person was caught in mid-action, doing something, as if a photo was taken of them when they didn't expect it. They all looked like memories.
"It's a school" Blaine said simply. I figured there was more to it than that.
"Your old school?"
"Mhmm." He agreed, nodding and returning to gazing out of the window as if the conversation hadn't just happened.
"Are you going to expand on that fact?" I asked with a raised eyebrow, and he turned to look at me, looking confused.
"It's just my old school..." He lied. I could only tell because of the tell tale flicker in his eyes that shone a little too brightly to be considered truthful. He noticed my raised eyebrow, probably knowing he could never win against me, and sighed in defeat "Fine...Dalton is a school for demons"
"A...A what? I don't-Huh?" I felt the book drop from my fingertips into my lap. "They have whole schools dedicated to demons?"
"Well what do you expect? We're awesome" he winked cockily, his darker side shining through and breaking the poor shy human Blaine side. I had to admit, though I sometimes hated this side of him, it gave me a break from all of the overly shyness that radiated from Blaine at other times.
I narrowed my eyes at him. "So why is your band called Dalton Warbler Rejects?"
"Uh...it kinda speaks for itself" he shrugged.
"What? What do you mean?"
"The warblers are Dalton's glee club, basically, I messed about so much when I was there, and caused too much trouble, I got kicked out, and eventually I got kicked out from the school as well as the warblers."
"Why...what did you do?" I cocked my head to the side.
"I, uh..." he swallowed visibly, twisting his hands together. "I tried to kill a teacher" he admitted bashfully. I was stunned to silence while he explained. "I...She was human, Dalton isn't an all demon school, humans go there too, they just aren't aware of our presence, they think we're human too. It's an unspoken law between the demons that go to Dalton to not spill the secret" He pulled a pocket knife from his back pocket, chipping away at the wooden flooring, where I looked down to find many other scrapes from previous carvings where Blaine had probably sat in a similar position and stabbed away at it.
"What was her name?" I croaked out.
"Um, Miss Webb, I think. I can't remember it too well" he dropped my gaze; I wondered how the hell couldn't be sure of what the name of a woman he tried to murder. "She was young too, from what I can remember, very pretty." He said absently, still slicing chunks from the wood in front of him, creating some sort of dome into the floor.
"Despite her looks, she was the biggest bitch of I teacher I'd ever had, I was only in my freshman year and she'd decided that she hated me from day one." I watched him getting progressively angrier, his eyebrows furrowing at the memories.
"She made my life a living hell, so I decided to return the favour" he shrugged uncaringly, stabbing harsher at the wood.
"What did you do Blaine?" I asked hesitantly after a few seconds of silence.
"I followed her, found out a little bit about her, and then used it to my advantage. I was so out of it, I have no self control, so it's impossible to be able to resist her once I've already began to hunt her."
I cringed at the word hunt, it sounded so cold and uncaring. So animalistic. And then I realised that that's what Blaine was. Designed to kill.
"I got caught when I snuck into her classroom after school with a knife behind my back, and I was forced to reveal my plan. Which is when I got kicked out" he looked up at me, willing me to understand.
"What about Miko, Sean and Ricky?"
"Oh, they all got kicked out too, but for different reasons, but you can ask them about that"
Silence fell for a few minutes. I sat and tried to put all the pieces of Blaine's story together in my head. He studied me while I did, his eyes flickering to different parts of my body with different emotions flashing across them. I couldn't help but wonder if Blaine had ever intended to hunt me...I shivered and decided to push that thought so far to the back of my mind it was a barely visible dot in the distance.
XOXO
I didn't even recognise the obnoxiously loud laughter that escaped my mouth, but then again I couldn't exactly control the sounds I made when Blaine's hands were all over me...
Tickling the crap out of me.
"Blaine! Oh my- Bl- Ha! Blaine! Stop! I'll kill you!" I screamed, kicking my legs wildly underneath him, though none of my kicks seemed to reach Blaine, and I'm sure none of my threats were particularly threatening considering the person I was directing them to was a murderous demon. He finally slowed his movements and I relaxed slightly, only to tense up again when he immediately attacked me with more tickles, causing me to squeal and fall off the bed, landing on my back.
"Shit! Kurt, I'm so sorry! Are you oka-ooph!" I yanked him from the bed, pulling him down next to me, both laying on our backs and watching the clouds drift by slowly through Blaine's glass panel ceiling. Silence fell again, but it wasn't uncomfortable. I felt myself leaning sideways, gravitating towards Blaine, and I wondered whether his house was on a tilt or I just naturally fell towards my source of protection and comfort. Nevertheless, he wrapped and arm around my shoulder when I rested my head on his shoulder, curling my legs up into the fetal position while I lay on my side, cuddled into Blaine.
I stretched my legs again when I yawned, arching like a cat, and felt my foot hit something hard underneath Blaine's bed. I sat up, poking my foot further and using my toes to scoop out the said object. It was another sketchbook.
Blaine suddenly realised what I was doing and jumped up, snatching the sketchbook from me, holding it close to his chest with a shocked expression. He curled himself around the white book like it was a lifeline.
"Blaine..." I edged closer to him, only making his worried eyes dart around faster. "What is that?" I vaguely nodded toward the book, and his arms uncurled ever so slowly, letting it fall into his lap, face up.
The front was decorated with a collage of pure whites and even some white lacy material, which reminded me of brides' dresses at weddings.
"It's uh...It's a-um, just a...another sketchbook" he shrugged and laughed uneasily, trying to make it seem nonchalant. I saw right past it though, and raised an eyebrow at him, reaching forward to take the sketchbook from his hands.
"So you wouldn't mind if I saw it then? Like I've seen all the others?" I prompted, reaching a little more for the book from Blaine who sat worriedly clutching it to his chest. I wondered what on earth it could have inside it, was it Blaine's darkest secret? Or some sort of embarrassing fantasy wedding planning book? I almost laughed of the thought of Blaine, the big 'oh so scary demon', hidden away locked in his room designing wedding dresses and collecting colour samples for flowers and bridesmaids dresses for hours on end.
"I, uh...o-okay" he slowly extended his arm, giving me the book, I reached out to take it and he withdrawn it immediately. "But, wait! Kurt, promise not to be...freaked out by this?"
I was starting to seriously consider the fact that my idea about Blaine's wedding fetish could actually be true, though I just nodded and took the sketchbook tentatively into my hands, looking up questioningly at Blaine when I slipped my finger underneath the front page, ready to turn, he only nodded reluctantly in response, biting his lip, watching me as I began to work my way through the book...
Oh
My
God.
A/N: Apologies for the long update guys, life interfered, unfortunately. I'm really grateful for you guys' reaction to the last chapter, I was so glad to log on and not find any hateful reviews...I don't think I can take much more stress in these past few and upcoming weeks. Also, thanks for some of your questions about Blaine's species, you guys asked some questions that I'd not even thought about myself!
The Finn/Blaine argument will be addressed next chapter, and I hope you guys liked the small slice of Blaine POV! If you didn't understand parts of it then leave me a message and I'll try my best to explain it to you I know it might've been a little confusing.
Oh! And another thing, I'm hoping to fix some sort of update day, so you know when the next chapter should be up, but I have limited time to write because I'm revising for all 8 exams coming my way at the beginning of June...eek!
Anyway, I'll get back to you on that ^ issue. As always, thanks for reading, leave your thoughts on the chapter in the review box :D
P.S. Long author's note was long. Sorry people. I waffle on waaay too much.