AN: I think this chapter felt a little rushed as I was writing it, however I really hope that you like it.
Chapter Eleven: All of Me
The first thing that Blaine did when he had showered and talked to Kurt, was to call Burt and tell Cooper. He had introduced the two of them to Lance and he didn't want them to get hurt like he had, he knew that if something happened to either of them, he would blame himself. The next step was starting research into finding out what he could do about Kurt being a bird.
It had taken quite a bit of time, but finally Blaine had located a few stores carrying a Wiccan theme and he wanted to take Kurt there. First, however, might be finding a bird cage.
Blaine trusted that Kurt wouldn't try to run…or rather fly…from him. Keeping him safe through a mad rush to try to figure things out however, well that might take a little more work. In Cooper's car he watched as Kurt stayed perched on the cup holder and Blaine gently ran a finger over the bird's head. More than anything he needed Kurt to know that he was loved.
"We'll find a way to fix this, I promise," Blaine told the bird. He had no idea if that was true.
He had zero idea of what he was actually dealing with.
All he wanted to do was keep Kurt safe and loved and hopeful. Whatever steps he had to take to make that happen, that's what he would do.
As they pulled up to the pet store, Blaine looked over to the bird. "I want you to stay here, okay?" he asked, his voice not hiding how desperate he was to find a way to fix the situation. "If you feel any danger, then you hide wherever you feel safe. I'm going to be right back, I promise," he told Kurt as the bird blinked after him.
Kurt suddenly felt so lonely, the slight happiness he was feeling because of how hard Blaine was working to help him seemed to be fading as he tried to confront the truth. He was a bird now, Blaine wouldn't want to be with a bird and what kind of…sexual things would Blaine do. Kurt was smaller than Blaine's fist and although his fiancee had talked about masturbation in the past, would it really be enough?
This was a mix of shame and guilt.
He wanted to be with Blaine, of course anyone would want to be with their soulmate, but he didn't deserve to be with Blaine anymore. He would live only as long as canaries actually lived and then Blaine would find someone else. Kurt knew that there might be thousands of lucky guys go after Blaine so why not give him a head start.
There didn't seem a way of breaking this curse.
There didn't seem to be a way of them being together.
Them not being a couple anymore, not being able to have the future they had dreamed of or even many more years to be in each other's company, haunted Kurt more than anything else really could.
All of those dreams and that love, Blaine deserved better and Kurt felt himself cry little bird tears. He chirped sadly.
It wasn't too long until Kurt saw a very ornate, silver cage beside him and he looked up at Blaine. This looked expensive and as if it were a designer bird cage (if there ever was such a thing). Had Blaine paid a lot for this just because it was for Kurt and Blaine knew Kurt's love for designer products.
He chirped in thanks as he flew into the bird cage. He looked at the seeds opposite him and without thinking went and ate some. He looked up at Blaine noticing the tears in his soulmates eyes and flew to the bottom of the cage. Hopefully for both of them, Kurt would soon lose his memories of being a person and would be a bird. It would be less psychologically damaging for both of them that way.
Their next stop, a place where they sold incense sticks and other potion ingredients was a loss. When Blaine had tried to explain to the owner that his fiancee was stuck in the body of a bird, the woman had stared at him and asked him if he needed to see a doctor. The second shop didn't seem to be any better for the two of them.
Driven by frustration and desperation, Blaine pulled up to the third store. It was a larger store that sold all kinds of talisman, things for spells, charms, books, and even clothing. Kurt looked around from the slight comfort of his cage with tissues in it.
A man approached the two of them and looked to Blaine, "That's a man isn't it?" he asked, looking through a pair of weird binoculars that looked like something one would find out of Harry Potter. An excited chirp exited Kurt's beak as Blaine smiled.
"Y-Yeah, it's the spirit of my fiancee. Do you know a way to get him out of there?" Blaine asked. He was using his puppy dog eyes unintentionally. Kurt realized that this was probably the most important thing for Blaine in his life so far.
That was how important Kurt was to him.
"Yeah," the man nodded, "Pretty simple stuff. Could make him a cat, or a dog, or a frog, or you know…any kind of animal that you're willing to kill."
Blaine frowned, "Any kind of animal?"
The man nodded, leading Blaine to a book that dealt with sacrifice so that the spirit or soul was giving a body that they could use. Apparently, in the words that Kurt could catch, if you bewitched an animal so that it 'willingly' gave its body over for use, a human spirit could use the body for as long as a natural life would last. Even the body of a person could be used, but Kurt was more than certain that Blaine wouldn't want to kill someone else just so he could be with Kurt.
He wasn't sure what was happening when Blaine bought something from the man in the store and they had gone back into the car. He wasn't sure what those drops were that Blaine gave him and told him to drink. All he knew was that after he had drunk them, he fell asleep.
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"Oh my god! Are you okay!?" a woman panicked as Kurt opened his eyes. He raised a hand before noticing how much it looked like a human hand, had Blaine actually killed a human so that they could be together. His once future husband had gone too far. Kurt wasn't sure whether it was from grief or whether Blaine had snapped, but Kurt really didn't like it.
He wasn't worth this.
He looked around, he heard the police cars and stood even though people were trying to hold him down. Why was he at a train station? Why were all these people so worried? Where the hell was Blaine and why had he killed another person!?
"Blaine!?" he called out.
He paused, his voice sounded very familiar and possibly even too familiar. He felt an icy chill down his back and he looked around again, "Blaine!?" he yelled.
He looked up and his eyes were caught by the metal bars which were part of the station's structure. He placed a hand to his face and he felt sick. He wanted to throw up or scream or something.
His spirit or soul or….whatever…was in the body of Blaine Devon Anderson, his Blaine.
