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Blaine just stared at him, confused. "I don't follow."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "What are the undead people called, Einstein?"

"Vampires?"

Disgusted, Kurt shook his head. "I don't drink blood, I have no fangs, and as far as I know, I cannot turn into a bat either. No, I'm something the humans would call zombie. I don't need to eat human brains to survive, don't need to breathe, blink, sleep, or eat, I only eat for fun or so that my parents won't grow suspicious. Oh, and I can't get out of breath, either. Strong sunlight weakens me, so I prefer staying inside or in the shade."

"Zombies exist?", Blaine asked him, genuinely surprised. After all, he was a demon prince, he knew exactly what kind of supernatural beings existed and which ones were nothing more than fiction. Besides, he always thought zombies were mindless, undead monsters with no souls, or brains.

"Says the one who's able to lift things up with his mind." Kurt crossed his arms and looked at him, equally curious. "And what about you? What are you? I always thought creatures like you only existed in fantasy movies."

Blaine straightened up proudly and cleared his throat. "I'm Blaine Devon Anderson, son of Lucifer, therefore a demon prince and one of the most powerful demons the world has ever seen."

Kurt, however, threw him an unimpressed, almost bored glance. "So you're a demon? Let me guess, you wanted to kill me and my family, right?"

"Yes, that was pretty much the plan", Blaine agreed and scratched his head. He never would have thought that he would meet someone who was not human at a boringly lame hicktown like Lima. That was the reason why he had chosen Lima in the first place.

"Well, your plans changed." Kurt threw him a killing glance. "If you dare to hurt my family, you are so going to regret it, demon." He crossed his arms and looked at him challengingly. "You see, humans are not able to use the full potential of their brains, or their muscles. But as a zombie, I am. I am stronger and faster than humans can ever be, plus I have an eidetic memory and I'm also able to think faster now, so you better beware."

Blaine looked back curiously. "My father will indeed be interested in someone like you." He was not wrong. To be honest, he had never seen someone like Kurt before. Yes, he knew a lot of monsters such as demons, succubi and incubi, and werewolves, but the existence of zombies was new information to him as well. "Are you the only zombie in your family? If yes, are you keeping that secret from everyone else?", Blaine wanted to know, and Kurt nodded. "And it has to stay like that, are we clear?" He pointed at the door and threw Blaine a stern glance. "And now leave and never ever come back again", he ordered icily.

"Or-", Blaine suggested, and Kurt stared at him angrily "You let me stay. As I have said, father will be interested in someone like you. I want to learn more about you and your powers, and why you became a zombie in the first place."

"Forget it", Kurt answered with gritted teeth. "What will you do if you don't get your will? Kill my family?"

Blaine just smirked at him, and Kurt cocked an eyebrow. "Alright, then", he said naughtily. "There is no need to kill anyone, I just tell your family what you are. And proving them gets easy too, you know, if I just stab you with the knife, right into your heart. " He pointed at Kurt's chest which had healed fully in the meantime even though there were still blood traces on his shirt. "What do you think will they do to you if they found out you're not exactly human anymore? They will fear you, and in the worst case expel you. Humans are afraid of what they don't know, history has proven that, just look at what happened in Salem; do you think your oh-so understanding family will be an exception?" It was not hard to guess that Kurt's family meant a lot to him, so using it against him was a smart move.

And it seemed to work because Kurt paled visibly. "You are such a disgusting jerk", he hissed quietly.

"So do we have a deal?", Blaine said smugly and held out his hand. "I will leave your family alone and keep your little secret if you let my stay here for the time being."

Kurt let out another groan before he accepted Blaine's hand and shook it. "I hate you so much, are you aware of that?", he hissed belligerently.

Blaine just clicked his tongue and smiled at the other boy in an innocent way. "This is the beginning of a great friendship, isn't it?"

~ (◔_◔) ~

"So…Have you always been a zombie, or…?"

Now that the two boys had declared a truce, they were sitting at the kitchen table, taking turns in posing each other questions.

Kurt glared at him. "Of course not", he scoffed and looked down his cup of coffee. "Actually, someone killed me half a year ago."

Ignoring Blaine's staring, he looked at the demon expectantly. "And what about you? You were born a demon, right?"

"Someone killed you?", Blaine asked him incredulously. "How are you not dead, then?"

Kurt just shrugged. "I have no idea. One moment, I get shot right into my heart when I went home at night, the next, I wake up in bed as a zombie. For some reason, I can't remember who killed me, or who saved my life, as if I had some kind of mental blackout."

"And aren't you curious about who attempted to kill you? Or who saved your life and turned you into a zombie?"

"Not really." Kurt nonchalantly took another sip of his coffee. "Never look a gift horse in the mouth, that's what I say. I'm alive, or whatever I can call it. As a zombie, I can continue living a more or less normal life because I don't need to eat brains or drink blood to stay human." He leaned back on his chair and smirked faintly. "Actually, I'm grateful for my second chance, and if this someone who tried to kill me tries again, he or she won't be successful anyway."

Blaine just stared at him. "If you say so…", he finally muttered.

"And now, answer my question, demon", Kurt ordered.

"Yes, I'm born a demon", Blaine answered, still bewildered about what the other boy just told him. This case was indeed pretty interesting. "Both of my parents are demons and so am I."

At that moment, the entrance door was slammed shut. "I'm back, boys!", Burt shouted.

Before Blaine could get up, Kurt held him back with his arm. "Just one more thing, demon", he hissed quietly, throwing him a stern glance.

"Which is?", Blaine wanted to know.

"No killing while you stay here in Lima, you won't only spare my family but everyone else as well", Kurt ordered icily, his glance was unrelenting. "No matter how mean the people here are, no shedding of blood."

Blaine gasped for air. "What?!" He couldn't be serious, could he? A demon that wasn't allowed to kill was just…He didn't know what he was, then.

"You heard me right." Kurt crossed his arms and craned his chin. "I don't want to hear about mysterious murders or accidents in the news, are we clear?"

"But you cannot forbid me to kill", Blaine whined "I'm a demon, that's what we live for. It's as if you would forbid a passionate stripper to strip for his clients."

Kurt threw him a killing glance. "Very bad comparison."

At that moment, Blaine got an idea. He started narrowing his eyes and looking at the other boy's blue eyes. "You will let me do whatever I want and kill whoever I want", he ordered firmly.

But instead of just nodding numbly, like all of his former victims, Kurt cocked his head to the side. "What was that, demon?", he hissed irritatedly. "I already said no, or do you want me to say it again?"

Just when he said that, Blaine remembered that Kurt told him he was able to think faster. Maybe Kurt's sped-up brain activity was too high for his mind powers to properly work on him. So his compelling powers didn't work on zombies either?

Dammit.

This case was indeed interesting, and Blaine was determined to find out why the hell someone like Kurt was immune to a powerful demon prince's powers. Ignoring the demon's staring, Kurt stuck out his hand. "Do we have a deal?"

"Are you nuts?"

Shrugging, Kurt opened his mouth to call his dad, probably to snitch on him, so Blaine gave in. "Fine", he groaned with a scowl and shook the other boy's hand.

~ (◔_◔) ~

Much to Kurt's annoyance, Blaine was going to attend McKinley High, his school, as well.

"Kurt, please be so nice and show around Blaine at McKinley", Burt said to his son during breakfast.

Kurt didn't look so happy about that. "Can't we send him to another school? I heard that this private school in Westerville is not that bad and if Blaine is really a great student, he can surely get one of their scholarships."

Finn threw him a strange glance while he bit into his sandwich, and Burt looked at him sternly. "Blaine will go with you to McKinley, end of discussion", he said in an authoritarian tone. "What he went through at his home was already hard enough, being separated from his relatives would be the last thing he needed."

"Yes, Burt is right", Blaine agreed with an innocent smile, and Kurt would have loved to wipe that smile out of his face "Family is important to me, I didn't spend that much time with mine." Frankly speaking, he wasn't even lying. His mom always went on trips with her bitchy and botox-addicted girlfriends to god knew where, Cooper was busy banging his way across California, and his dad - well, his dad was freaking Lucifer, he always was busy with his diabolic schemes.

The pissed face expression of Kurt was kind of satisfying and Blaine did everything in his power to suppress a smirk. If he wasn't allowed to kill, he needed to find another way to let off steam, and making a certain zombie livid was a good substitute.

"Fine", Kurt sighed deeply "You may go to McKinley as well."

Burt laughed a bit and exchanged amused glances with Carole "As if you would have a say in that, kiddo. He would have gone to your school either way."

~ (◔_◔) ~

That he wasn't allowed to kill now was kind of depressing, but Blaine was looking forward to his first day of school anyway. As a demon prince, he had always been homeschooled, that was one of the reasons why he wanted to go to McKinley. He wanted to know how those plain humans studied at a plain normal school.

Luckily, his dad agreed with him that it was a great idea.

"Go, son, and broaden your horizon", Lucifer had said while he sat on his throne in their throne room at their giant mansion in L.A., sipping on his Bourbon. "Who knows, maybe you will learn a couple of things among those pathetic humans."

Someone shook his shoulder and Blaine was pulled out of his reverie. "We arrived, demon", Kurt whispered into his ear, so Blaine got out of his Navigator with Kurt and Finn and followed them to the entrance.

From the outside, McKinley looked boringly normal, and Blaine smirked. This was going to be fun. This was going to be…Suddenly irritated, Blaine sniffed in the air. What the hell was that? Why did it smell like dog all of a sudden?

At that moment, Finn walked over to a guy in a letterman jacket and a strange haircut and fist-bumped with him. "Hi, Puck."

Kurt followed Blaine's glance and grimaced. "Yes, those letterman jackets are so out but don't try to tell Finn and his dumb friends."

"Werewolf", Blaine growled, looking disgusted.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Kurt cocked his head to the side. "So you are telling me Puckerman is a werewolf?" He looked at Blaine and put his hands on his hips "So werewolves are real as well? You are kidding me, right?"

Blaine started scowling. "Do I look like that? I know exactly he is one, I could sense it."

Rolling his eyes, Kurt dragged the other boy to the entrance of McKinley. "So? Whether Puck is a werewolf or not, doesn't matter. Yes, I don't really like him, he used to toss me into dumpsters a couple of times during my freshman and sophomore years, but that was all. Other than you, he is no bloodthirsty monster, as far as I know."

With a groan, Blaine followed him down the hallways of McKinley. Since he and Kurt shared Biology classes, he wouldn't get rid of him for the next two hours.

Great.

Just when the both of them entered the classroom where biology classes were going to take place, Blaine stopped in his tracks and froze.

Kurt threw him an annoyed glance. "What is it now? Did you sense a tap-dancing goblin nearby?"

"Worse", Blaine whispered, sounding terrified, a certain person in this room had let his blood curdle.

Said person stopped chatting with her girlfriends, got up from her seat when she spotted Blaine as well, and walked over to him and Kurt with an amused smirk. "Well, look at that, if it isn't Blaine 'The Hobbit' Anderson", this someone spat and crossed her arms.

"Hello, Santana", Blaine answered tightly, and Kurt confusedly looked back and forth between the demon and that popular cheerio that always called him names in the hallways.

"Satan, you know Blaine?" Kurt threw her another confused glance. "Can someone please tell me what's going on here?"