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Quinn put her hands on her hips and stared at Santana's succubus-wings and horns. "You're one of those demons, San?"
Santana shrugged. "So?" When she closed her eyes, her horns as well as her wings disappeared again. She crossed her arms, eyeing the blond head cheerio up and down as well. "You never told me you were a nymph either. Or that Aretha over there was an amazon and Manhands was a siren."
"Hey!", Rachel complained.
Mercedes glared at the succubus. "Why didn't you tell us you are Lucifer's daughter? Pretty much everyone here at McKinley that knows about his existence hates him."
At that, Santana just snorted disdainfully. "And so do I. That son of a bitch is not my dad. He didn't give a damn about me or my mom the moment he knew about me. I so hate that jerk."
"At least, the four of you share that sentiment", Kurt commented dryly, and the all of the girls except for Brittany threw him killing glances.
Meanwhile, Blaine sighed. All he wanted was a normal life at a normal town, was that too much he was asking for? And what did he get instead?
Not only did he have to live under a roof with that zombie, he needed to share classes with a simple minded yet powerful witch that could become a threat to him, a werewolf (gosh, how he hated werewolves), his long lost succubus half-sister who already hated him (that feeling was mutual, though), and his three elemental counterparts that hated demons to the core, especially their king who happened to be his dad. And he thought that Lima held nothing surprising in store for him…
"Santana?", a new voice asked from the hallway, and everyone turned their heads. A blond boy was standing at the hallway, throwing her a questioning glance. "Classes are over, and I've been waiting for you. Can we leave now?"
The Latina's eyes lit up. "Sure thing, trout mouth." She was licking her lips in pleasant anticipation while Blaine sniffed in the air and threw his sister a questioning glance.
"Are you sure you want to sleep with him?", Blaine asked her, irritated.
Santana shrugged and turned on her heel. "So? I'm a succubus, that's my only way to survive."
"But he is…" He couldn't end his sentence because Santana had already left with the blond jock in tow.
Kurt cocked his eyebrows. "Why don't you want her to sleep with Sam?" He threw Blaine a knowing glance. "Do you care about her after all?"
"Heavens, no!" Blaine shook his head fervently. "But let's say, succubi, or demons in general, have certain…preferences, and I don't think Santana knows about it."
The girls had heard their conversation and Quinn grinned naughtily. "So what do you say? Will we spy on them?"
Kurt facepalmed. "As if I would ever-" But Blaine had already dragged him out of the door with Quinn, Mercedes, Rachel and Brittany in tow, and Kurt gritted his teeth angrily.
…
They found Sam and Santana make out on a bench in the park near McKinley and took cover behind a giant tree.
"Why did I agree to this?", Kurt whined "I want to go home…"
"Shhtt!", Rachel and Quinn hissed at the same time.
Santana looked around, making sure that nobody was near them when her eyes suddenly started glowing red, her horns came out and her wings behind her came into view.
Beyond shocked, Sam backed away. "Motherfucker!", he exclaimed, and Mercedes and Quinn needed to bite back their laughter.
Merciless, Santana grabbed him by the shoulders. "I'm sure you are going to be a great meal for me", she purred with desire "It has been a long time since I devoured a blond guy."
Kurt looked in the round, worried. "Shouldn't we go help him?", he whispered. "What if Satan kills him or something?" He was about to leave their hideout when Blaine grabbed him by the elbow.
"Just wait an instant", he whispered back with a grin, and Kurt grumpily followed orders.
Meanwhile, Santana had started nibbling on Sam's neck who looked like he was scared shitless. She pulled him closer and wanted to kiss him again, when –
"Ewwwwww!" The female demon jumped away from him and covered her nose. "Why do you reek of dog?!" She threw him a disgusted glance. "Don't tell me you're a werewolf, Trout mouth?!"
Confused, Sam cocked his head to the side. "H…How could you tell? And what are you even?"
But Santana had already gotten up, made disappear her horns and wings, and was about to leave. "That's none of your fucking business, mutt", she hissed, still irritated. "Yuck, I can't believe it, I almost devoured the life essence of a dog!"
Blaine couldn't get his act together any longer and cracked up, and Santana stared at the direction the laughter came from. Before Kurt could blink, the succubus had already rushed over to their hideout in an inhumanly fast way and glared at her laughing brother.
"Did you douchebags spy on me?!"
All the girls expect from Brittany laughed as well. "As if we would want to miss that, Lopez", Quinn chuckled. "How could you not know he's a werewolf?"
Sam who had joined them blinked at the laughing four people. "You all know about me? But how?" He scratched his head, starting to get nervous "Did you hear me growl or something?"
"We are monsters as well, duh", Santana pointed out and rolled her eyes. "We know who's like us- or should have known" Still embarrassed about what had happened, she rubbed her neck and looked down.
"You suck as a demon", Blaine commented dryly.
"And why do you think is that the case?", Santana retorted sharply "Surely not because Lucifer didn't teach me about how demons are supposed to act because he preferred humping whore after whore, right? Not because my great daddy has never been around when I needed him when I found out about my monster-powers?" Even though her tone was sarcastic, Blaine could hear the pain behind it.
And then, he felt something he had never felt before in his life: Empathy. Pity.
Actually, he felt like hugging his long-lost half sister and telling her that everything would be okay.
That he was there now and that she would never be alone again.
That he would protect her from now on.
But unfortunately, he couldn't. Something, probably the way he had been raised as a cold-blooded demon, blocked him, and didn't allow him to express his feelings. So he just laughed shortly.
"And what am I supposed to do about it?" He threw her an unimpressed glance. "Normally, a good demon knows about her instincts and how to interpret them, but obviously, you are no good demon."
The hurt in her eyes was painful to watch, but Blaine just couldn't help it even though he instantly felt sorry about what he had said. But as a demon prince, he was not allowed to show people how he felt.
Even Kurt seemed to notice that he had messed up and threw him a strange glance, telling him that he would get a good telling-off afterwards. Great.
In the meantime, the girls told Sam what kind of monsters they exactly were, and Sam's eyes quickly lit up like a Christmas tree.
"That's so awesome!", he gushed. "And I thought Puck and I were the only freaks here at McKinley."
"I wish", Blaine muttered absentmindedly. Interested, he turned to Sam. "And what about you? How did the two of you become werewolves?"
Sam scratched his head, his face expression darkened when he thought about it. "When I was new in Lima, I joined the football team. The boys invited me to a bar for a drink and it got pretty late, so Puck suggested to drive me home. His car died on the way, so we were stuck in the middle of nowhere late at night with no signal on our phones, all by ourselves.
And then, we suddenly got attacked by a pack of bloodthirsty monsters, they would have killed us if they hadn't been blinded by the lights of a car passing by. Those beasts left us behind, and we got saved by the people of said car who brought us to hospital."
"Yes, I remember", Quinn nodded and frowned. "We all visited you guys in hospital. So those monsters were weres?"
Sam nodded slowly. "Yeah. Our lives have never been the same since that day. Believe us, we got the shocks of our lives on our first full moon."
All Blaine could do was stare. That's not what his teacher had taught him about werewolves. From what he knew from his classes, werewolves were brainless dogs, not normal boys whose lives had been turned upside down. He kind of felt sorry for Sam and Puck. Not that he would ever admit it.
Looking up, Sam started smiling again. "But hey, let's not only talk about me." He turned to Mercedes, interested. "If you are an amazon, are you related to Wonder Woman? Do you know her personally? Do you have her powers? Is Themyscira a thing?"
Blaine wondered where Sam took all the optimism from. And kind of admired him for his good attitude.
Mercedes laughed. "I knew you would ask, white boy. You see, Wonder Woman is just an over-powered invention of those clueless humans. I merely have aerokinetic powers, plus I can control storms and the weather, at special occasions." She scratched her chin, purposely ignoring how Sam's eyes lit up more and more with each word she said. "But Amazons are indeed female warriors, and Themyscira, my hometown, does exist as well, that's the only correct part." She pointed at her ring she was able to turn into a scepter she could use for fighting.
"Yeah, you better don't mess with an Amazon unless you have chosen death." Quinn looked serious when she said that sentence.
Sam turned to her, interested. "And what is it you and Rachel can do?"
"As a Nymph, I have earth and plant powers and I can communicate with animals as well as make them do things", Quinn explained slowly. "So if you piss me off, I can send a herd of buffalos after you."
"And Sirens are able to control and manipulate water in all its forms", Rachel explained "Oh, and of course I can compel people and make glass shatter with my voice. And no, I'm not that kind of siren that turns into Ariel the mermaid", she added annoyedly when Sam was about to open his mouth.
"And Brittany is a witch", Rachel added.
"Like those chicks of Charmed?"
"Even more powerful", Brittany answered with sparkling eyes.
Sam looked in the round, excited. "This is so amazing. More amazing than comics." He turned to the other boys, curious. "And what about you? Santana already told me you are Lucifer's son and her half-brother?", he asked Blaine.
"And you are not afraid of me?" Blaine cocked his eyebrows. That's what he would have expected.
Sam, however, shook his head. "I can't believe Lucifer exists. And that you and Santana are related to him!"
"And I can't believe you are fanboying over the devil's children", Kurt groaned, rolling his eyes.
Ignoring him, Sam retrieved his phone. "I can't wait to tell Finn and Puck about this. That's-"
Before he could even unlock his display, Kurt had snatched the device out of his hands in high speed. "There is no way you are going to tell Finn about what's going on here, are we clear?", he ordered sternly.
Disbelieving, Sam stared at him. "Dude, how could you be so fast?"
"When I got turned into a zombie, it took me a long time to come to terms with what I am", Kurt explained, and Blaine threw him a surprised glance. This was new information to him. Until now, his host brother seemed to be unfazed by what had happened to him. "Finn should continue living his unburdened, superficial and-most importantly- plain normal life", Kurt went on. "I don't want him having to worry about all kinds of monsters, including me. For the past three years we have been brothers, he always protected me, now, it's my turn to protect him."
"That's actually really cute", Rachel said quietly and threw him a warm glance "If you need help, don't hesitate to ask me."
Mercedes and Quinn looked at the siren, surprised. "That's unlike you, wanting to help a human, dwarf", the nymph commented dryly.
Kurt, however, just cocked his eyes disbelievingly. "Thanks, but no thanks, Rachel. I don't need help, especially not from someone who tried to kill me. Besides, your animal sweater is hideous, your obsession with Barbra Streisand unhealthy and your I'm-better-than-everyone-else attitude annoying as hell."
To be honest, Blaine was not that surprised when Rachel let out an angry scream and her eyes started glowing bright blue. In the next moment, Kurt in front of her was frozen solid.
"He was right, though", Santana muttered after a while "You really are a pain in the neck, Berry."
"Do you want to be next?", Rachel asked her belligerently, and Santana just shrugged, unimpressed.
"As a demon, I have fire powers, idiot", the succubus scoffed "You cannot harm me this way."
At that moment, the ice around Kurt cracked and he threw the siren a killing glance when he had broken free. "Don't do that ever again", he hissed, beyond pissed and soakingly wet. He grabbed Blaine by the elbow with his wet hand and wanted to drag him back to McKinley where he had parked his Navigator. "We are leaving, Blaine. Finn is probably already waiting for us."
Blaine didn't budge. "Wait an instant" He turned to the group of teen-monsters, crossing his arms. "How about a truce? After all, it wasn't me who has done all those cruel things to you, it's my dad you are after, right?"
"And you are his son, and therefore our enemy as well", Quinn pointed out icily. "You and your kind harmed us."
"But I'm only here to live a more or less normal life", Blaine whined. "I'm not interested in getting in a fight with anyone. I'm so tired of being blamed for everything bad that happened to you. Hell, I even promised Kurt I wouldn't kill, or even hurt a fly as long as I'm here in Lima. So, you see, I'm just a simple demon standing in front of you and asking for a temporary truce."
Kurt went to stand next to him and patted his shoulder. "I will make sure he won't cause any trouble, so don't worry about that."
For a while, the girls were just glaring at Blaine in a hostile way – and eventually sighed deeply.
"Fine!", Rachel groaned "But only if you make Lucifer apologize to us for everything he has done to us and our kinds. That's the very least you could do."
Even though Blaine had no idea how exactly his dad managed to infuriate all sirens, nymphs, and amazons (why did he even wonder? It was Lucifer they were talking about), he nodded. "Deal."
Santana cocked her eyebrows. "Are you sure you will be able to keep your promise, hobbit?"
She wasn't wrong. Never ever had Lucifer ever apologized to anyone in the past couple of centuries he was alive (which was a pretty long time span, actually, that guy has been around since the very first human being came into existence, or even longer), why else was he called the King of Evil?
But Blaine didn't allow himself to think about that. All he wanted for now was an unburdened time at highschool, no matter the cost. So he just shrugged. "Don't worry about that, Santana. I will make sure they will get their apology."
Let mission impossible begin.