Kurt stood up to sing his chosen solo for his music class. It had only been a week since Carson had initiated the bond but he felt as if he couldn't live without it. Sure he had been very angry the morning after (he almost punched Carson a few times). But the demon had proved himself to be a wonderful mate over the week. The week had consisted of long walks, picnics (either in they're room or out in the court yard), and the kisses, don't get Kurt started on the kisses. Carson's kisses were totally addictive; sweet, passionate and deep. Even though Carson was a demon Kurt felt that he had done more in one week than Blaine had ever done in three years.
With a deep breath he began to sing in the clearest, most beautiful Angel Voice ever documented:
Don't know much about your life
Don't know much about your world but
Don't wanna be alone tonight
On this planet they call Earth
You don't know about my past and
I don't have a future figured out
And maybe this is goin' too fast
And maybe it's not meant to last
But what do you say to takin' chances?
What do you say to jumpin' off the edge?
Never knowin' if there's solid ground below
Or a hand to hold or hell to pay
What do you say? What do you say?
I just wanna start again
And maybe you could show me how to try
Maybe you could take me in
Somewhere underneath your skin
What do you say to takin' chances?
What do you say to jumpin' off the edge?
Never knowin' if there's solid ground below
Or a hand to hold or hell to pay
What do you say? What do you say?
Hey now, hey, my heart is beatin' down
But I'm always comin' back for more, yeah
There's nothin' like love to pull you up
When you're lyin' down on the floor, babe
So talk to me, talk to me like lovers do
Yeah, walk with me, walk with me like lovers do
Like lovers do
What to you say to takin' chances?
What do you say to jumpin' off the edge?
Never knowin' if there's solid ground below
Or a hand to hold or hell to pay
What do you say? What do you say?
Don't know much about your life
And I don't know much about your world
"Good job Baby," Carson said as Kurt exited the room. He had stood at the door just to hear his angel sing. A smile had graced his face when he realized the lyrics had been for him. Without wasting any time he scooped up his angel, dragged him to the nearest alcove and planted a firm kiss on his lips.
"Thanks Carson," Kurt whispered against the demon's lips. "So what are we doing tonight?"
"I have a picnic waiting for us by the lake. How does swimming under the stars sound?"
"Perfect." Kurt said as Carson carried him out of the building and towards the lake.
It really was perfect. The water was warm on Kurt's skin, the lake made it look like they were swimming in a sea of stars, and the picnic tasted like heaven, even though it was all store bought. Well being in love makes everything ok. Kurt thought. Wait, in love? I've known the guy for a week how can I … uggh, I can't deny it. I love Carson Phillips. I want to be his fully. What about Blaine? Blaine is perfect I can't deny, but Carson is perfect for me. He was always meant to be my mate.
"H…hey Carson could you groom my wings for me?" Kurt asked shakily, absolutely not listening to his pro-Blaine side. (A submissive angel asking the dominant of the bond to groom they're wings was always serious. It meant the bond had been accepted by the submissive and they were ready to be claimed.)
"Really?" Carson asked, shell shocked. He had spent his free time at the library researching angel mating rituals, so he knew what Kurt had meant.
"Yes, I'm not saying we'll do it right away. I mean I still have to tell my parents and break it off with Blaine, maybe over Christmas break…" Carson kiss shut him up right away.
"That sounds perfect baby." Suddenly Carson's phone buzzed. He flipped it open to read the text. "It's Dad, April had the baby. A boy. C'mon let's go see him."
They arrived at the hospital in no time flat, since the Phillips' were coming to visit Carson when the labor started. Neal, Carson's father, was absolutely beaming with pride as he held his hybrid son.
"April, Dad, this is Kurt Hummel, my mate," Carson introduced pulling Kurt in the room.
The angel's wings were pulled back in a shy gesture. He was always shy around unknown demons or humans the stories of what some demons did to submissive angels were enough to scare anyone.
"Hi Kurt, I'm April and that's my mate, Neal, and our new son Devon," said the beautiful woman with red hair and bright eyes.
"Hello," Kurt whispered.
"A submissive downy wings, huh?" Neal joked, smirking at Carson, "Good job son." He then turned to Kurt "You wanna hold him?"
"Can I?" he asked wings perking up.
"Sure you're his brother now." Neal said handing him over. "And maybe you can get him to sleep; I've been trying for nearly an hour.
Kurt nodded and looked at the baby, he looked a lot like April but instead of red hair he had Neal's brown. His wings were the traditional black and Kurt could feel a tiny tail wriggling. He wrapped his wings around himself and the baby boy, creating a warm cocoon of feathers for baby Devon to sleep with quiet hushed tones Kurt began to sing the lullaby his mother sang to him as a baby, substituting the word angel with demon.
La la lu, La la lu
Oh, my little star sweeper
I'll sweep the stardust for you
La la lu, La la lu
Little soft fluffy sleeper
Here comes a pink cloud for you
La la lu, La la lu
Little wandering demon
Fold up your wings close your eyes
La la lu, La la lu
And may love be your keeper
La la lu, La la lu, La la lu
When he looked up from the sleeping infant both Neal and April were gawking. "Wow Kurt you are so good with babies," April gushed. "You are going to be a great carrier. Oh, I bet Devon can't wait to play with his little nieces and nephews and I …."
"April," Carson cut in. "We haven't even discussed kids yet! He just accepted the bond tonight. Besides we're still in college." He strolled over to Kurt who was putting Devon in the bassinet. "Although the thought of you carrying my kid is kind of hot," he whispered into his mate's ear, making Kurt blush.