"Coffee?" Kurt asked me later in the morning, I nodded and smiled at him taking in all of his beauty and how he could make the same old Dalton uniform look completely different than anyone else, "hello? Blaine?" he asked getting my attention.

"sorry, I spaced" he smiled and handed me my drink and we took a seat.

"have you been sleeping okay? You look really tired lately" he told me, I took a sip and felt the hot coffee seep down my throat

"yeah, fine" I replied, he raised an eyebrow at me and looked me over.

"are you sure? Your eyes look dark" he said, my eyes widened and then I closed them quickly, "w-what are you doing?" he asked.

"I didnt want you to see me like this" I told him. What is he going to think of me now? Is he going to think I'm evil?

"It's okay, I have some concealer in my bag if you want to hide the circles" he said, I opened one eye and seen him rummaging through his bag and I sighed and laughed slightly.

"no, it's fine, thanks" he nodded and sat up, trying to ignore my gaze and I knew something was wrong, "Kurt? Are you okay?" I asked him, he took a sip of his coffee, ignoring my question, "is there something you want to talk about?" I said, he sighed.

"This isn't working" he told me, my heart sank.

"are you breaking up with me?" I asked, hurt, he shook his head and put his hand over mine.

"no, no, Blaine! Not at all! I mean...I mean Dalton. Dalton isn't working. I don't belong here...in uniform...I just" he sighed, "I just don't" he finished.

"but you can't go back! What about Karofsky?" I asked him, feeling my anger burning up inside of me, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and I felt the darkness fading, so I opened my eyes again.

"I know he's still going to be there but you've helped me Blaine, you've helped me so much and I think I can handle him now" he told me, squeezing my hand, my heart fluttered at the contact.

"Promise me you'll tell me if he does anything that hurts you or upsets you in any way possible okay?" I asked him.

"Blaine, there is nothi-"

"promise me" I said, my voice deeper, the frustration burning up inside of me, Kurt pulled his hand away slowly.

"I-I promise" he stuttered. Kurt and I had no classes that morning so we sat in my dorm.

"maybe we should practise" Kurt smirked, I laughed.

"you don't have to say that everytime you want to kiss me you know" I informed him, he rolled his eyes and dragged me on top of him, I could feel his body tightly pressed under mine and I put my hands either side of his head as he lay down on my bed, lifting some of my weight off him. The kisses got deeper and more passionate but I felt nothing and sat back off him.

"what's wrong?" Kurt asked, I shrugged.

Lately my emotions had felt bland when I was...human? I don't even know how to say it.

When I was 'hazel' I felt like I wasn't me, I was just overlooking some guy's life who looked a hell of a lot like me but when my darkness came all of my emotions were hightened. Colours looked more colourful, scents smelt better, everything was amazing.

I climbed back on top of Kurt and he lay back down, "close your eyes" I ordered him.

"what? Why?" he asked.

"just do it, I want to see something, make sure you don't open them" I told him, he did so and closed his eyes like an angel. It's strange that the more demonic I am becoming, the more angelic he is seeming.

I took a deep breath and allowed the blood in my veins to run free throughout my body and I felt my darkness take over me. I glanced in the mirror and saw my eyes. Pitch Black and I winked at myself and looked down at Kurt, waiting patiently and I leant down and kissed him.

I could finally feel the emotions that I wanted to feel. Passion! Lust! Love! I pushed my tongue into Kurts mouth and both his and mine were battling it out, the kisses got increasingly deeper until Kurt screamed into my mouth and jerked away, I was exhausted and scared, only my hazel remained. Kurt's mouth was pouring with blood, his teeth and toungue dark red and his bottom lip slightly swollen.

"Blaine! You bit me!" he shouted, running into the bathroom. I was stunned. The kisses were just a faded memory now, fading sooner by the second until I could barely remember a thing. I knew I would hurt him! He's bleeding! Because of me!

"Kurt! I'm so sorry! I didn't even realise" I ran after him, seeing him blotting his mouth with tissue.

"what the fuck was that? It was like you turned into some hooker or something!" he complained.

"I'm so sorry! Really I am!" I continued, he rolled his eyes at me.

"I'll see you later" he said and left. I was angry at myself. Angry at...him. For making me what I am! Why did he do this to me?

I walked over to the mirror and looked at my reflection and saw my eyes turned black, I ran both hands through my hair and punched the mirror, shattering the glass and making a small dint in the wall behind it, I fell to the floor as a sharp pain met my arm. I looked down and there was a huge piece of glass sticking out of my forearm.

"fuck" I said, running into the bathroom and grabbing tissues. I winced as I pulled the sharp blade out of my arm and started to see the blood run down into the sink and then my arm started to heal. Before my very eyes. I didn't just feel invincible...I was.