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When the boys finally went home, Finn was sitting on the sofa, looking at them curiously. "Where have you been all the time?", he wanted to know. "It's already nine pm. You are lucky mom and Burt aren't home yet."

Time had been flying when the two of them had been talking to Brittany, Quinn, Santana, Mercedes, Rachel, and Sam, and when they finally said goodbye to them and parted ways, it had already gotten dark outside.

"Can I compel him? With my mind manipulating powers, I could get him to leave us alone", Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear who shook his head fervently.

"You won't toy with my stepbrother's head, do you understand?", Kurt hissed back.

"What are you talking about?", Finn asked curiously. "Why all the secrecy?"

Kurt threw him a killing glance. "That's none of your business, Finn", he answered icily.

"It is, if I tell mom and Burt", his stepbrother countered with a perfidious smirk.

When Kurt noticed that Blaine narrowed his eyes, about to compel the other boy, he kicked his shin, and the demon yelped painfully. "Blaine: let's go, we have homework to do", he hissed and dragged the boy in question away by the elbow. "And Finn: If you ever even think about snitching on me, remember, I still have your browsing history."

With that, he went up the stairs, and Blaine followed him with a frown. As soon as Kurt had closed the door behind him, he put his hands on his hips and threw the other boy a self-righteous glance. "See, that's how you make people shut up without having to kill or bewitch them with your demonic powers. With something called brains."

"You could have just put him in his place with your abilities", Blaine whined "I mean why should extraordinary people like us stick to the game rules of the humans?"

"At least, their rules make sense", Kurt retorted "And they are less violent, other than your barbaric 'An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth'- philosophy of life. If we didn't do it, the world would end up drowning in chaos."

Blaine shrugged. "So? Sometimes, chaos is not that bad. If everything always went according to plan, life would be boring."

Throwing up his hands in exasperation, Kurt groaned: "I knew that discussing with a demon would be pointless." He nodded to the stack of books on his desk. "If you would excuse me, I didn't lie when I told Finn I had homework to do. I want to get everything done so that I can watch a couple of Project Runway episodes before I go to bed."

"I thought zombies didn't need to sleep", Blaine pointed out with smirk.

Kurt just shrugged. "I don't know what else to do to kill the time. Spending the night waking is boring unless I have exams I need to study for."

"At least, you are able to sleep." Blaine took a seat on his bed and accepted one of the books Kurt had handed him. "Vampires can't, and those who used to be humans and have been turned go crazy because of that."

"So Twilight was right about that?", Kurt curiously asked him. "Do you know any vampires personally?"

Blaine shook his head disdainfully. "And I'm glad I don't. Vampires have a really bad reputation among us demons."

"And why is that?"

"You see, vampires are only part demons. Not like Santana who is half demonic and half human because of her parents, it's more complicated with those bloodsuckers. Because of that, they are not accepted as one of our own, and they don't really feel human enough either. And to be honest, I don't even feel sorry for them. They always act so…cold and snobbish, as if the world belonged to them."

Kurt narrowed his eyes. "And why do you think do they act like that? Didn't you ever think about that they might feel misunderstood and outcasted? The feeling to be alone and unloved can fill you with bitterness and kill you from inside." He had whispered that part of the sentence, and Blaine threw him a questioning glance. "But what did I expect from a demon like you? Demons have no souls or no empathic emotions whatsoever."

"That's not true!" Blaine dropped the book and jumped up, outraged for some reason. He balled his hands to fists and agitatedly walked up and down. Normally, he would have set the entire place on fire if someone dared to piss him off. After all, he was a freaking demon prince, for crying out loud!

But now, all he could do was glare at Kurt. Who just looked back at him coldly.

"And why didn't you even blink when Santana told you about her past? Her past that obviously lacked a loving and caring father figure?" He put his hands on his lips, looking at Blaine challengingly. "What did you do instead? You poured more salt into her wounds. Yes, I see, you really are an empathic angel, aren't you?"

Kurt came closer to him and threw him another disdainful glance. "You are nothing more than an abhorrent monster, but hey, that's what I should have expected from the devil's son, right? Congrats, you are going to be a great successor, demon."

The way he spat out the last word hurt so much more than the knives Cooper had thrown right to his heart back then at their training. But why?

"I can't help it!", Blaine suddenly exclaimed, terrified about how vulnerable he sounded. "I have been raised to be rotten to the core. And you know what? Sometimes, I hate it. What am I saying: I always hate it. I hate being hated. I hate being feared. I hate being blamed for everything bad that happens in the world. I'm so sick and tired of all this, and sometimes…" He paused, unsure whether he should continue talking.

Kurt, however, had taken a seat on his bed, motioning Blaine to sit back down again, so he did. In the meanwhile, his face expression had softened. "Sometimes what?", he encouraged him to go on with what he wanted to say.

Blaine gulped. "Sometimes, I wish I could just be a normal human boy, no malicious demon that has to spread evilness around the world." He looked down his hands, downcast. "I feel like I don't have a choice. That being evil and cold is my only legacy. And sometimes, this burden suffocates me." Surprised, he looked up again. Actually, he had never said these words out loud. He didn't even know himself he felt like that. He had no idea his soul was that broken. Maybe, that was the real reason why he wanted to leave his home in Malibu and live a more normal life here in Lima for the time being, in order to allow himself to heal. Maybe that was what his subconsciousness was trying to tell him all the time.

Kurt seemed to be speechless, he only stared at him, aghast. "I'm so sorry", he finally whispered. "If I had known, I wouldn't have been so mean to you all the time."

"It's okay. People expect demons to be evil, so I just give them what they want." Blaine laughed bitterly. "That's probably why I have been so mean to Santana, I wanted to keep up appearances."

"But she is still your sister, Blaine", Kurt pointed out softly "I'm not that much of a fan of her, but even I felt sorry for her when you kicked her right into her heart."

"I know, and so do I" The demon groaned quietly. "Why do things have to be so complicated?"

Kurt shrugged. "That's life, I guess." He looked at Blaine, serious. "Listen, Blaine, if you don't feel like being evil and malicious all the time, why don't you just let it be? At least for now, okay? We are in the twenty-first century, that's an era where people are supposed to decide what they want to do in life themselves."

"Just another human rule", Blaine commented with a scowl. "But if I'm not allowed to kill, or be mean to people, what else is left?"

That he didn't know the answer and looked like he was about to solve a murder mystery made Kurt laugh. "Why don't you try being nice and considerate?", he suggested with a wink. "Help people instead of hurting them. Don't curse them with your powers if things don't go the way you have planned it. And do nice things in good faith only."

Blaine tilted his head to the side. "I have no idea how I'm supposed to do that."

At that, Kurt boxed him in the shoulder amicably, and Blaine immediately lifted his right hand to create a fireball.

"No", Kurt instructed sternly and grabbed his wrist "That was a nice gesture, Blaine, no attack. Put your hand down."

The demon nodded obediently and dropped his hand again. He nodded at Kurt's clipboard. "Can I take notes? I don't think I can memorize all of that."

Kurt laughed. "Feel free to do so, demon."

…

The first thing the boys did the next morning was walk to Santana so that Blaine could apologize to her.

"And what if she doesn't accept my apology?", Blaine asked Kurt, somewhat nervous, when they went to her locker. "May I challenge her to a duel? If I win and she is still alive, she has to forgive me."

Kurt shook his head fervently, asking himself whether it always went like that at Blaine's home. "Heavens, no! That's not how it works, Blaine. She needs to accept your apology, and if she doesn't, you will just wish her a good day and leave. No bloodshed, no schemes, no nothing, is that understood?"

Blaine nodded obediently, writing down no schemes and underlining it twice. "I think I get what you are trying to tell me."

"Good."

The Latina was already standing at her locker, as usual, she wore her revealing Cheerio-uniform. Kurt gently pushed him towards her, and Blaine cleared his throat to get her attention.

With a scowl, the succubus turned around. "What do you want, hobbit?"

Embarrassed, Blaine looked down. He had never really apologized in his life before. What could he say: like father, like son. His dad never felt sorry for what he had done, let alone had ever uttered the words I'm sorry. Lucifer was a devil, inside out, so it was no surprise at all that his sons were just as unapologetic as he was.

So, you see, that's why this moment was a meaningful milestone in the young demon's life.

Blaine cleared his throat again when he could feel Kurt's glare on his back. "Santana, about what happened yesterday…"

His half-sister looked at him expectantly. "Yes?"

"I…I…" Dammit, those were only two words. Why was it so hard to spell them, then? "I'm sorry." He had only whispered the words.

Even though Santana had heard everything, she held her hand to her ear cup. "What did you just say? I couldn't hear you, hobbit."

"I'm sorry, okay?", Blaine repeated, louder this time, and grimaced.

"About what exactly?", the Latina dared to dig deeper.

Seriously, did she have to torture him like that? Apologizing was hard enough. But hey, that prove that she was indeed Lucifer's daughter.

"About everything, okay?" Blaine sighed deeply "About that dad was no part of your life and let you down when you needed him the most. That Coop and I didn't try to find you once we knew about your existence and didn't consider you a part of our family without even knowing you. That I treated you like trash yesterday and insulted you because you don't really know much about your demonic side because dad didn't bother to teach you how to deal with your powers.

Let's just say I'm sorry for everything."

Apologizing actually felt freeing, and Blaine wondered why he hadn't done that earlier. For a while, Santana just stared at him. It was not that hard to guess she was taken aback by his apology and did not know what to say.

"Okay", was what she finally said gruffly while she put her books into the locker. "I forgive you. But just because I do, don't think that things will be okay again."

"I totally understand that", Blaine said quickly "The harm is already done, I'm aware. But I hope we can just wipe the slate clean and get to know each other, despite our dad's mistakes."

Santana rolled her eyes, annoyed. "Let's don't get too emotional now, hobbit. I already forgave you, capish? And don't think I want you in my life just because that little bag of shit of a demon that impregnated mom is your genitor as well. Screw you."

With that, she slammed her locker's door shut and left. Well, at least she was willing to forgive him even though she clearly said she didn't consider him a family member.

Ouch.

"Not bad, demon", Kurt said to him when he came over. "Your apology was so…honest, if I hadn't known better, I never would have guessed you have never apologized in your life before."

"Thanks." Blaine pensively looked at Santana who had joined Brittany and Quinn. Whether he and Santana could be something like friends one day? They didn't need to be besties or something but being on a friendly basis would be…nice.

Meanwhile, Kurt nudged him, and he looked back at him. "And what's next on your 'I want to become a good demon'-list? Do community service at a nursery home? Feed homeless kittens and puppies? Stop the world hunger?"

At that, Blaine just laughed loudly. "Hey, let's don't exaggerate. I just want to be nicer, not become a male version of Mother Teresa. Haven't you ever heard of baby steps? But thanks for cheering me up with that joke."

Kurt stuffed his hands in his pockets, not commenting what he had said. Actually, he had been serious. But Blaine was right, baby steps would do for now as well.