re·venge

–verb (used with object)

1. to exact punishment or expiation for a wrong on behalf of,especially in a resentful or vindictive spirit: He revenged hismurderedbrother.

2. to take vengeance for; inflict punishment for; avenge: He revenged his brother's murder.

Guilt ripped through Blaine as he thought about what he had done. The entire past year he had been trained to not let his emotions get the better of him, and that's exactly what he did. His anger controlled his judgment. A nervous wave sent shivers down his spine. How could he do this? He should know better. But he saw how hurt Kurt was when he was told what Karofsky had done to him. It's not like any permanent damage was done either, right? Blaine started shaking because nerves invaded his body.

But the power he held over Karofsky. Last year, when he got into the fight with him, he would never have been able to do what he did. Then again, he never had a chance since Santana interfered. ("Blaine, I just don't know what you were thinking. It's like a mouse going against a tiger." He remembers Kurt saying.) But now, now he could be in control of the situation. Just because he was smaller didn't mean anything anymore. He was stronger and faster. If needed, he could burn his opponent to a crisp. Nothing could stop him now.

He couldn't. He wouldn't. It went against everything he has been taught, not only by them, but his entire life. Violence is not the answer. "With great power comes great responsibility," he remembers from Spiderman. Look at all the fictional characters that used their power for evil, Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader, Lord Voldemort, and countless others. He was given this power and there must be a reason for it, and he knew the reason was not for evil.

Blaine began to get a headache by thinking too much. He got up to look at his surroundings, he had no clue where he was, except for there were a lot of trees. He flew up high enough to get some sense of where he was, and then he saw the way and went to Kurt's house. When he got there, he nearly got ran over when Kurt ran into him.

"Where were you? I was so worried!"

Blaine held him close. "I got distracted." He simply said. Kurt didn't need to know the details, maybe the less he spoke of the incident, the more likely he would forget. Kurt began pulling him inside,

"C'mon, I made the perfect dinner tonight." Blaine noticed Kurt's happiness seemed to glow brighter, and it made him smile.

Blaine's parents convinced his sisters to come visit for the weekend, and Blaine couldn't wait for the weekend to be over. He knew his sisters were family and all, but his entire life they have overshadowed him and there was no way he could ever live up to their perfectness. He hated when his grandparents came over and his parents did nothing except brag about his sisters. ("Lynn is graduating in the top ten, and well on her way to becoming a doctor." and "Have we told you about Kelsey's full ride scholarship to play volleyball?") Yeah, he admits it, he's a little bitter.

His mom was in the kitchen cooking dinner, his dad was still at work, and he and his sister, Lynn, were sitting in the living room after an awkward conversation. ("So, you grew wings." "Yup.") Blaine was sitting on the couch (awkwardly, he still needed to find a way to sit comfortably with his wings), flipping through channels, his sister reading a book. They were waiting for Kelsey, his other sister, who announced earlier she would be bringing her new boyfriend. Of course she would.

Soon, the doorbell rings, and he hears his mom shuffle from the kitchen to open the door. Kelsey's voice is heard, and she and their mother begin talking animatedly, with a new gruff voice mixed in. Blaine and Lynn look at each other, sigh, and get up from where they were sitting to go greet their sister. When he gets in view of them, he stops in his tracks. Holding hands with his sister is Joseph Williams, his bully from his old school. The world just seems to love him lately.

He greeted Kelsey, and she reintroduced him and Joseph. "You remember Joseph Williams?" Sure do.

"We have quite a history, don't we?" Joseph said too cheerfully for talking about what he did. He came forward to shake Blaine's hand, and Blaine shied away from his touch. All of the memories of past bullying came back, and Blaine felt trapped. He spaced out, couldn't even concentrate on anything. They started talking about how they met (in high school, but nothing happened until recently), how long they've been dating, things like that. His mother called them to dinner just as his dad came home.

Dinner was just as to be expected, awkward and long. Blaine just poked at his food, not paying attention to the conversations going around them. How can they be happy when the one guy that destroyed his life is sitting at the table? He knew this whole 'being happy with his family' thing was too good to last.

"Blaine? Blaine? You haven't touched your food at all. Are you feeling ok?" His mother asked, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"Yeah, no. Just tired, and I have a headache." He got up out of his chair, "I think I need some fresh air." He said and left to go to the backyard. Blaine went to the familiar hideout behind the shed where he spent countless hours after a tough day at school, when he needed all the privacy in the world. He fell to the ground, and began sobbing.

He doesn't know how long he's out there until he hears footsteps. Joseph soon comes into view and Blaine quickly stands up, ready to take off. The last thing he needs is to be alone with him.

"Wait!" Joseph calls out. "I know we had some troubles in high school, but maybe we could make amends or something? I mean, it's been a few years."

Anger overtook Blaine's body. If he thought before, when confronting Karofsky was bad, this was much, much worse. The only thing Blaine could see, feel, hear, was rage. Flames began to grow from his hands. Rules be damned, he thought as memories flashed before him, his tormentor needed to pay for everything that he did to him. Blaine began to walk closer to Joseph, making him glow fear, which just made Blaine want revenge more.

"You want me to forgive you?" He scoffed. "After you made my life a living hell, after you put me in the hospital, you think I can just forget all of that? I'm sure you forgot everything you did to me, I'm sure you couldn't even remember my name until you started dating my sister, I wouldn't be surprised if you completely forgot about me altogether. But I never forgot. I remember everything you did to me every time I look in the mirror and see the scars you gave me. Now there's nothing more that I want to do than give you your own scars." By this time Blaine had pinned Joseph to the wall, hand around his neck, only loose enough for a little air to come in.

"Please, stop." Joseph begged, barely saying anything because he was gasping for air. Blaine gripped even harder.

"You didn't stop when I asked you to, why should I stop when you ask?" Blaine's voice was low, practically growling. Joseph began screaming when Blaine began to use his power. He heated up his hands only enough to make a point. The back door opened and he could hear his family running out.

"Blaine!" His mother yelled, and Kelsey started crying as she ran towards Blaine and Joseph. Blaine looked at his mother, whose eyes were full of sadness and disappointment, and he let go, and Joseph fell to the ground in a heap, holding his neck. Blaine's mind became cloudy, he just stood there as people ran around him, yelling, "He needs help! Somebody do something!", his mother approached him apprehensively, and Blaine did the only thing that came to mind; he ran.

Going to Kurt's house was the only option he decided. He walked up to the front porch and knocked. Kurt was surprised to see Blaine, but quickly pulled Blaine in.

"I was so worried about you. Have you seen the news?" Kurt said. News? Now Blaine began to panic.

"What news?" He asked innocently.

"One of the diseased was killed this morning for apparently attacking somebody. I haven't heard from you all day, so I got scared it was you. Which is stupid because I know you wouldn't do anything like that."

"Yeah..." Now guilt began to set in.

"Why are you here anyways?" Kurt asked.

"You know my family," Blaine said. Kurt definitely knows, he's spent many hours listening to Blaine rant about them last year. "I just got really frustrated and had to leave." It's not a lie if you leave out little details, right? Kurt hugged him and gave a quick kiss.

"You can come whenever you want. I'm glad you're here."

Blaine has read the stories, seen the movies, he's been trained to let go of anger and hate. He knows what happens to those who abuse their power. One of his kind already did, and look at what happened. He didn't want that result in his life. He was scared. Scared that his family would tell of the attack, and if that news got out, then Karofsky would tell everybody what he did to him. Would he be hunted and killed then? This internal struggle pained Blaine, he knew what he did was wrong, oh so very wrong. There should be more guilt, he should feel sad about what he did.

But why does revenge feel so damn good?