Merry Christmas Everyone!

Warning: there are a few disgusting looking ghosts in this chapter

If Kurt thought that his life at the manor couldn't get worse, he was wrong. So-so wrong. It seemed like Blaine decided to make his life a living hell. He didn't let Kurt sleep anymore, he sneaked into his room in the middle of the night and whispered cruel words into his ears or threw the boy out of the bed. Sometimes he lay down beside Kurt and put his arms around him as if they were lovers and kissed Kurt, not caring how much the boy hated it. Kurt felt violated every time it happened and grew more and more disgusted as the days passed. He could bear all the pain Blaine caused but when he forced himself on the boy, it was a lot worse. Kurt didn't want it but couldn't stop the man.

When Blaine didn't take pleasure of torturing Kurt's mind, he made the boy work in one of the rooms. The house was big and there were dozens of rooms that waited for someone to clean them. Most of them weren't in such a state as Blaine's room, luckily. Kurt felt sick when he thought of the dark patches on the wall and felt relieved when he didn't see more of them. He knew that they were the remainings of the blood of Blaine's victims, people who had been killed in the house, people who hadn't been lucky enough to survive.

Lucky... From Kurt's point of view, they had been lucky to get free of the monster's clutches. They had surely suffered a lot before their death but at least they were free now. Not like the boy who had to get through hell every single day.

As the days passed, Blaine became moody, snapping at Kurt for every single movement he made. He didn't know what caused Blaine's change, though, and he didn't want to ask him. Blaine seemed like he was ready to explode in any minute and Kurt didn't want to be near him when it happened.

One day, they were sitting in the dining room, eating dinner. Blaine was deadly quiet, pushing his food around on the plate while Kurt was watching him carefully. The black eyed man sighed and dropped his fork, looking straight into Kurt's eyes. The boy turned away quickly and tried to focus on his dinner. Minutes passed but Blaine didn't move, he kept his eyes on Kurt, thinking. Kurt looked at him for a second but turned away again. He saw hunger and frustration in Blaine's eyes and it could only mean something bad for him, especially if he angered the other man.

"Go back to your room" Blaine said suddenly.

"Excuse me?" Kurt frowned.

"I said get back to your room. Now" Blaine growled, pushing his plate down to the ground.

Kurt nodded and left the room hastily but didn't go far. He stopped just outside of the room and watched Blaine. The man grabbed his hair once he was alone, leaning onto the table. He moaned quietly and gripped his hair tighter. He seemed like he was in pain and Kurt didn't know how it was possible. Blaine hadn't seemed weak or sick since Kurt had been here but something could have happened to the man in the past days. No matter what it was, it was a good thing for Kurt. If Blaine was weakening, it meant his day when he could escape was closer.

~ o ~

Later that night, Cooper was ready to go to sleep when he heard loud noises coming from the study. He sighed and stepped towards the room half-heartedly, knowing very well what he would find there. Blaine had been too distracted because of Kurt in the past few days, he hadn't gone out to hunt since killing that blond girl and now he should be hungry as hell. It had happened a few times in the past and althought the man had hoped that his brother would change, it had never meant good. Sooner or later Blaine had given in and hunted down several humans to get back his strength. He knew that it would happen again. No matter how much he wanted to get his little brother back, Blaine had been like this since decades. He wouldn't change back, it was too late for that.

He stepped into the room quietly and looked at Blaine who was kneeling on the ground. He growled and grabbed a broken glass from beside him, throwing it across the room.

"Somebody has a bad day" Cooper sighed, stepping forward.

"Leave" Blaine snapped.

"I won't leave you, not like this" Cooper said and kneeled down next to Blaine slowly. "How can I help you?"

"I don't need your help!" Blaine shouted.

"I know what you're doing" Cooper said gently. "You want to get rid of the hunger, right? That's why you don't kill humans anymore."

He couldn't hide his hope, even if he wanted to. He still hoped that Blaine was able to change, to be that gentle boy he used to be. Maybe having Kurt around meant something good for all of them. Maybe Blaine wasn't lost completely and the boy could save him.

"You're wrong" Blaine replied. "I just... I was busy in the past few days. It doesn't mean I would change. I don't want to change."

"You do" Cooper said. "At least a part of you. You might be a cruel monster but you can't kill your true self. It will be inside of you forever. Let it free, Blaine. I know you can do it."

"Stop! You don't know anything!" Blaine said and grabbed Cooper by his neck, slamming him to the nearest wall. "You don't understand!"

"I do" Cooper whispered, struggling against Blaine's grip. "I know it's hard but you can do it. We can do it together. Just let me tell Kurt about us first. With his help, we can help you get through this."

Blaine chuckled and let go of Cooper's neck, turning away from the old man. He grabbed his hair again, pulling it painfully.

"That boy... that witch" Blaine groaned. "He did this to me. I'm suffering because of him. He wants me dead, nothing more. I should have killed him the first day."

"You didn't and you know why?" Cooper asked quietly and stepped to his brother again. "Kurt's not just a boy for you. You brought him here because you know that he can help you get free. Don't waste more time. Tell him everything and let him help you fight against the spell. You can do it!"

"Shut up! Shut up and leave me alone!" Blaine screamed.

"You wasted almost fifty years of your life, our lives because you were too weak to fight for your own freedom!" Cooper said angrily.

"Oh, no, brother. I'm free. You're talking about your own freedom" Blaine smiled. "I destroyed your life and you hate me for that. You don't want to help me but see me die!"

"Think what you want" Cooper sighed and turned away. "You will see that living in denial won't get you anywhere. I just don't want you to be left totally alone when that moment comes."

With that said, Cooper walked to the door and stepped outside, slamming the door behind him.

"You're wrong" Blaine muttered to himself and turned back to find something he could destroy in the room.

~ o ~

Blaine decided to avoid both of the humans the next day. He couldn't bear being close to Kurt when the boy held his careful gaze on him and he certainly couldn't be near Cooper when the man didn't stop talking about what he should do. Somewhere deep inside, a voice he thought he had killed long ago told him that the old man was right, that he could do something against the curse that had turned him into this monster. But that voice was weak and quiet, especially when Blaine's demons was there to torture him.

He spent the next night in his parents' room, making himself suffer even more. He hated being alone in that room, listening to the voices of his long dead parents, hearing how useless and disgusting he was. But it reminded him who he really was and what he had to do, so he locked himself into the room and closed his eyes, waiting for them to appear.

He didn't have to wait long. He wasn't even able to fall asleep when he felt the familiar movements around him. He smiled to himself and opened his eyes. As he expected, his parents were standing beside the bed or at least what remainings they had. Just like their bodies on the Earth, their ghosts didn't look well anymore. Both his mother and his father's skin was greenish and their flesh was rotten where their injuries used to be. John's shirt was dirty and soaked in blood, Pamela's white dress torn and didn't cover too much from her shoulders where Blaine could see her bones under the darkened skin. And they were pissed, like every time they saw their son in their room.

"I told you to stay away from here" John hissed.

"This is my house, father, I do what I want" Blaine sighed and made himself comfortable on the bed. "Shouldn't you move on, find an empty house to haunt or something?"

"Why are you here, Blaine?" Pamela asked quietly.

"I told you. This is my house..."

"You only come here when you're angry" Pamela interrupted him.

"I missed you" Blaine said sarcastically. "You were such amazing parents, I can't live without you."

"Watch your tongue, boy" John warned him. "We did what we had to to show you how sick and disgusting your thoughts were."

"It's reach coming from you" Blaine snorted. "Look at yourself first, father, and then judge me."

"What you did wasn't right, Blaine" Pamela reasoned. "It's-it was unnatural. It was shameful!"

"That's who I am, mother. You were supposed to accept me that way" Blaine growled.

"Nobody would accept you like this" John said. "You know it very well. You brought that boy here to prove us that we were wrong but even he's disgusted by your actions."

"Leave Kurt out of this" Blaine said seriously.

"This is wrong, Blaine. You have to get rid of him. You can't keep him here any longer, he will destroy you" Pamela said gently.

"That's not true!" Blaine shouted.

"You think that he could love you, you let him too close to you" John continued. "He's searching for your weakness and you've showed him too much already. He's going to find out how to kill you. That's what you want, Blaine?"

"Stop! I won't listen to you" Blaine said, pressing his hands to his ears.

"You have to listen!" Pamela said and grabbed Blaine's hand, pulling them away from his head. "That boy is dangerous. Kill him!"

"No!" Blaine said and jumped up from the bed, running out of the room.

He didn't know where to go. He wasn't thinking at all. Going to his parents' room was a bad decision, he felt even worse than before and now he couldn't get their voices out of his head. He ran as fast as he could but they followed him, saying the same words over and over again.

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"

The voices were getting louder with every step he took and he almost ran right into the door in front of him because of them. They were so disturbing, in his current state he couldn't and didn't want to take more.

He opened the door and stepped inside, not knowing which room he was in. He didn't care, though, he slammed the door shut and leaned against it, sighing heavily. He could still hear the voices but their were quieter, he could pretend like they weren't there. He needed another minute to realise that he was in Kurt's room and the boy was there as well, sleeping in his bed.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

Blaine pressed his eyes closed and shook his head. He didn't know why but he couldn't hurt Kurt. He had tried, several times, he had wanted to kill him on the first place but when he looked into his eyes, it felt like an invisible hand pulling Blaine back and away from Kurt. He tried to get close to Kurt but every time he touched his unwilling body, it felt like millions of knives cutting into his skin. He always pretended like nothing was wrong, to not show Kurt how weak he became because of him, but he wasn't sure he succeeded. The previous day, he had caught Kurt watching him with his careful eyes, he might have known that something wasn't right with Blaine. If he was lucky, that was all that Kurt found out.

Blaine pushed himself away from the door and stepped closer to Kurt. The boy was lying on his side, facing the window and the blanket covered most of his body. Blaine walked to the other side of the bed to look at his face. Kurt's eyes were closed, his breathing was steady and he smiled in his sleep. The moonlight that came through the window made his porcelain skin glow and he looked like an angel. Blaine smiled slightly as he crouched down in front of the boy. He hadn't seen Kurt smiling earlier and now he noticed how beautiful Kurt was with his lips curling like this. He was absolutely breathtaking.

"Kill!"

"Bite!"

"Choke!"

The voices were getting louder again and Blaine growled in frustration. Why couldn't he have a peaceful moment in his life? Why couldn't he just lie down beside Kurt and enjoy his sweet scent? Why couldn't he be happy?

"You will never be happy. Not with him, not with anybody else."

"You're not capable of love."

"She made sure you aren't."

"Shut up!" Blaine shouted.

Kurt gasped and looked up at Blaine with wide eyes. He didn't seem to understand what was going on or who was standig beside him at first but when he realised that Blaine's face was only inches away from his own, he jumped away.

"What are you doing here?" he asked in fear.

"This is my house. I go whenever I want" Blaine snapped, tired of repeating the same sentence over and over again.

"Why are you doing this?" Kurt asked in frustration. "I really don't understand why you sneak into my room and watch me in my sleep. This is creepy, you know?"

"You know nothing" Blaine said and turned away. Luckily, the voices seemed to leave him alone, so he only had to deal with Kurt.

"Enlighten me then. Why can't you just leave me a few hours of peace and stay away from me?" Kurt asked.

Kurt didn't know, of course he didn't. He knew nothing. He didn't understand what was going on in Blaine's head, nobody did. Not even Cooper knew about his secret, about the ghosts haunting him when he was alone at nights, and even the ghosts didn't know why Blaine ran into Kurt's room every time he wanted to have some peace.

Blaine looked into the boy's eyes. So fierce, so brave, even after everything Blaine had done to him. Kurt Hummel was really something. Cooper's words were running through Blaine's mind and he almost opened his mouth to tell Kurt everything. But then his parents' voices cut into his thoughts, making him stop. He didn't know who he should trust. He didn't know if Cooper or his parents were right about Kurt and he couldn't give his secret away, not until he knew he could trust him.

"Go back xto sleep" Blaine said and went to the door. "I'm gonna wake you early in the morning. You have a lot to do."

He left the room before Kurt could form a response, not bothering himself with adding a petname for the boy or a shameless remark. He was too tired and confused to play like he usually did in front of the human.

He went outside and shooed a few shadows away from his favourite roses. He knelt down in front of the bush, closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. His life had been so simple before Kurt came into his life. He hadn't had feelings, he hadn't had thoughts like now. His whole life had been something else.

How could a mere human change all of that? Blaine had no idea.