The candlelight in the chantry did nothing to light up the room as the radiant aura of Emma Pillsbury, newly awakened witch of light, was accompanied by three red auras, colour matching with the details on the Dalton school uniforms. Not to forget the glowing eyes of the demon in the corner either. Sue Sylvester strode in, as nonchalantly as only she could to take a look around and tell the screaming Kurt to put a sock in it so she could concentrate on whom to kick the crap out of first.
BeGleed, chapter 11: Might and Magic
Blaine grit his teeth as the ritual was interrupted. It was annoying, but not a total loss, the demon lord had been summoned and he would get his powers when the sacrifice was made. All his two consorts had to do was to keep the witch and that other lady busy while he stabbed the life out of the beautiful boy on the floor. It wasn't the only way he wanted to stab something into him, but as he had thought before. Omelettes and eggs. If only he could be still so he could jump him…
Sue Sylvester assessed the situation and decided that the demon had long claws that might ruin her track suit, and she had already had one ruined this week due to some morons blasting her with shotguns filled with salt. The ginger could handle that one; she'd just do what she did best: make school boys wish they had never crawled their way out of their mothers' wombs. As she finished that thought she dodged a fireball and proceeded to slap the Dalton boy that threw it silly.
Emma felt intoxicated by the powers that coursed through her. She was a goddess! The sizzling of a fireball zooming past her pulled her back to reality and she was just able to raise her hand, and a shield of light, to ward off the demon jumping at her. It reeked of death and decay and for a moment she was about to panic from the smell. It took all her efforts to keep the monster off herself so she hoped that Sue would stop whatever the leader was doing, pointing the dagger at Kurt and speaking some made up latin phrase.
"Petrificus Totalus!"
And Kurt's body went limb. Emma could still sense that he was alive, just put out of commission, like a lamb to the slaughter. Oh those poor, cute little lambs!
With both the ginger and the crazy lady distracted, and the Hummel boy still as a mouse, Blaine took his chance and lunged with the dagger. In the corner of his eye he could see something darting through the remains of the door, hitting him square in the jaw with a mighty fist or anger. The crazy lady dropped the henchman she had been punching in the gut and yelled for someone to get the ladyface out of there.
Neglecting his now hurting hand, Sam obeyed, scooped up Kurt and ran like hell.