Ultraviolet
Chapter 12

I was staring at a Kurt Hummel shrine.

Every page was dotted with small sketches of me, yet again, looking like photographs or snapshots of memories in time. There was one of me when we went outside the art room to talk after the night at the club, and he'd drawn my flushed expression after he'd complemented me. There were others like one of me on the swing at the park, mid-air, with my head tipped back. Or that one with me staring absently into space in history class, a pen balancing between my lower lip while I watched Mr. Shepherd scrawling notes on the board.

The soft tones of the pencil made it seem hazy, but there was a main picture that I didn't recognise. It was smudged slightly, and not as sharp and precise as the others, but I looked really good. Way too good. In fact, if I ever looked that good, I'd be seriously turning advancing boys down every hour.

I was sat on a chair backwards, my arms folded on top of the back of the chair. I was staring off into the distance again, but this time a small smile tugged at my lips. My clothes were perfect, I hadn't remembered wearing that outfit before, but they matched perfectly, even the strange looking striped tie that he had drawn, slightly loose hanging around my neck.

I looked up to Blaine finally, who was so red in the face I thought he might explode. It was adorable. He wringed his hands nervously, watching me with studious eyes. I smiled at him and he loosened up a little, but didn't smile back, his eyes darting around quickly.

"Blaine it's okay"

"Its creepy! How are you not freaking out right now!"

"Because as strange as this sounds, I kinda expected it" I said, and watched his face turn confused, the most used expression by him. "I mean let's be honest here, you are kinda stalkerish" I winked, and he turned straight back to blushing like crazy and falling backwards with a groan, hands covering his face.

"You were never supposed to see that" his voice came out muffled, covered by his hands. I set the book aside and crawled over to him, prising his hands off his face.

"I think it's sweet" I said and watched his eyes flicker to my lips and back to my eyes again. He leaned upwards on his elbow and rolled onto his side a little, edging closer to me until our lips were centimetres apart. Our breath mingled between us and I was glad that none of us had eaten anything too nasty smelling previously because if we had, this would've ended in disaster.

"We...I-" I started, but stopped realising I had no idea what I was going to say in the first place. Instead, I felt the familiar caress of Blaine's rough palms against my cheek as he guided me towards his lips. We met slowly at first, we always do when we kiss, the only trouble is when it gets a little intense and we can't seem to actually remember how to stop kissing.

It had gotten to the point where breathing turned into panting, soft caresses turned into gripping fists tightly onto clothing, and I was sprawled half on top of Blaine like a freaking carpet. The reason I was on top of him wasn't because he was too irresistible I just couldn't help pouncing on him (even though that was partly the reason), it was because we couldn't ever seem to get comfortable. We'd started off on our sides, kissing languidly with my Blaine's arm wound tightly around my waist, until I'd gotten a little more possessive and tugged at his collar to bring him forward till he was hovering over me, my fingers tangled in his manic curls.

We'd stayed like that for about two minutes until I began fidgeting under Blaine's strong arms, wanting more control, and flipping him until we were in a similar but reversed position, with me hovering over him. We'd kept that up until my phone ringing snapped us back to reality, and he jumped backwards at lightning speed, eyes wide and face flushed, hair wild with slightly dilated pupils and a little twinkle in his eyes.

I bit my lip shyly before finally searching for my phone which was splayed on the floor somewhere and vibrating against the wooden floorboards. I checked the caller ID and my heart sank. Dad.

"H-hello?"

"Kurt Hummel, where the hell are you?"

XOXO

His voice rang clear, loud and aggressive, and I heard Carole's reasoning and calm voice in the background telling him not to be quite so angry at me, and I probably had a perfectly good reason for being late home. Bless her.

This version of my dad scared me, he was fierce, and had a temper. I realised quickly this was not the time to reason with him, and it would probably be best telling the truth...yet again, how much of the truth is actually suitable telling my father? Oh it's nothing dad, I'm just chilling with my demon friend, rolling around on the floor and making out, what about you? Somehow I figured that probably wouldn't go down too well.

"Wh-Uh, what do you mean, dad? I'm at a friend's house, why?"

"That Blaine kid's house?" he said in a cold voice, and I was taken aback immediately, how the hell did he know?

"Dad, I-"

"No, Kurt! How long has this been going on for? How long have you been lying to me?"

"What! I-"

"And to think I had to find all of this out from Finn and not my own son"

"I didn't lie about anything Dad! I swear! What the hell did Finn tell you? I swear when I see him I'm gonna-"

I heard a heavy sigh from the other end and imagined my dad sat there in his favourite armchair, pinching the bridge of his nose and then tweaking his cap and then dropping his hand to his lap again before speaking, like he always did. "Can you just come home please Kurt?" Considering how mad he'd just been, he sounded pretty calm now, and I guessed that it was Carole's consistent reassurance that calmed him. I silently thanked her. "I'd rather hear about you and this Blaine kid from you, because from what I've heard from Finn, I still don't have much to go by."

"Uh, yeah sure Dad...I'll leave now, I...I'm sorry" I heard myself go quiet. I hated my dad being upset with me; I loved him too much.

I hung up without another word from my dad, and my whole body slumped. I brought my knees up to my chest, not even looking at Blaine, but speaking to him anyway.

"That was my dad" I said in a quiet voice.

"I know" he said simply. I looked up to him; his pupils had shrunk back to normal size again from when they'd gotten a little larger in the midst of our kissing. "He sounded angry" Blaine sounded so matter-of-factly.

"He was" I rubbed a palm over my face, then pressing them to my knees and hauled myself up from the floor, giving Blaine a hand and pulling him up too, our fingers stayed intertwined and swaying between us as we exited Blaine's room.

"Is there anything I can do?" Blaine asked, that cute little dent between his eyebrows evident on his worried little face. "To...you know, help? I could explain! I could tell him it's all my fault you're back late, I could come wi-"

"Blaine! It's fine!" I was frustrated, annoyed at my father for interrupting, pissed at Finn for telling him 'everything', and to be quite honest, getting a little irritated with Blaine who was now repeatedly apologising and offering to accompany me home to explain to my dad. "Kurt! I'll do it. I'll explain! he'll believe me, don't you worry Kurt I can fix it"

I hadn't meant to raise my voice, but by the time I had, I couldn't hold it in and I was screaming at Blaine, who shrunk back with a wince. "God, just SHUT UP!" My jaw dropped at my own actions. I never got angry, I just never had, I'd always been able to control my emotions, especially all of those times when I felt like murdering the jocks.

Blaine's expression had changed in a matter of seconds. He'd gone from hurt and scared to fierce and terrifying. His face was hard and persistent, his chest pushed outwards and his teeth exposed slightly, mouth hanging open and semi-dilated pupils glistening in the artificial lights above.

He stepped towards me confidently, eyes trained on me and fixing me with a hard stare. I stepped back, and felt the wall behind me, "I-I...I'm s-sorry, Blaine, I...I didn't mean to shout, I just-" He silenced me by holding up a single finger, and it muted me in an instant, as if I were remote controlled like a television. He cocked his head to the side, an arrogant, ugly grin on his face, as he studied me dirtily again.

I hated the way he looked at me. Blaine never looked at me like that. Never looked me up and down with such crude intentions or looked down on me like I was some sort of prey. Then again, I guess I was sorta prey, wasn't I? Demon's hunt humans...well that's what I guessed from the snippets Blaine had told me. Does that mean he could turn on me? Could he snap at any instant like a fragile elastic band on the verge of breaking? Was I in way too deep here? I felt like I was wading in the deep end of the dark ocean, sharks circling my legs and looking for weaknesses and ways to get in.

Before I knew it, I was jumping to my feet and rushing desperately out of the door, seeking escape. I remember hearing the faint shouts of my name and Blaine's confused and hurt look when I'd turned to see him behind me before I ran straight out to my car, fumbling with the lock and cursing, then flinging myself inside it and reversing out of the enormous driveway before he could stop me. I'd only past a few streets when my brain actually caught up to my actions. What the hell did I just do?

XOXO

"Yes dad...No dad...We're just friends, dad!" I sulked from the table and sighed, shooting a heavy glare at Finn, who raised his eyebrows and then made some excuse about needing to phone Sam and scurrying away fearfully.

"So you haven't really been at Mercedes' house studying all those times? You were with him." I heard the disappointment in my dad's voice and I felt my heart clench in my chest, I didn't turn to face him as I felt the tears streaming down my cheeks.

"I'm so sorry, dad" I hung my head and an ugly choked sob escaped me, which is about the point when Carole rushed towards me, saying "oh sweetheart!" and engulfing me in a tight hug.

I didn't look at my dad in fear of what I would see. Would his face be filled with disgust? Anger? Complete hatred? I lied to him. My own dad. That's just something I never did, neither of us ever did. We never lied to each other; it was just an unspoken rule. And I broke it, I broke it along with my father's pride, respect and trust in me.

I cried harder for no reason at all, I just felt so disappointed in myself and deep down I was crying for what an idiot I was for letting myself fear Blaine like that, pushing him away and zooming away from his house as if it were some prison I'd been longing to escape from for years. I cried because no matter what I did, I could never seem to please anyone or at least two people at the same time. I cried because I was so weak for even crying in the first place.

I felt my phone repeatedly buzzing in my pocket but ignored it; this wasn't the time for people to hear me blubbering down the line. I heard my dad's voice again, but this time is was softer, I recognised it as the same tone he would use with me when I was upset as a young child, like that one time when I fell off my bike and didn't stop crying for 40 minutes.

"Kurt," I still didn't turn to him, I refused to let him see me like this as see me as more of a disappointment for crying and being weak, that's not what Hummel's were supposed to do, they were supposed to be strong. I obviously didn't fit the mould. Then again, when did I ever fit the mould for anything? "Kurt, go upstairs to your room please, I'll talk to you when you've calmed down" his voice was still soft and thick with something that I interpreted as worry, as I hauled myself up, wiping furiously at my face with my sleeve to burn away the evidence of tears, leaving my cheeks red raw.

I felt my legs shake a little when I finally moved one foot in front of the other, Carole pressing a quick kiss to my head when I walked slowly past her, still hiding my face from my father's. When I'd shuffled out of the kitchen, I bolted upstairs, feeling the tears overflowing again and needing to rush to get rid of them or to go some place where nobody could see them.

I didn't mean to slam my bedroom door behind me, and it probably sounded pissy with a whole lot of attitude to my dad who'd most likely heard it from downstairs. I didn't mean it to sound that way, I was just in a rush. I galloped down the stairs, missing a few and sliding down on my ass but then pulling myself to my feet when I hit the bottom. I skidded across the floor, almost missing the chair at my vanity, but grabbing for the corner of it just in time for me to haul myself back to it, falling onto the small stool, and I was finally met with my reflection.

I saw how red rimmed my eyes were, my irises shining brightly with an even bluer blue from the salty substance of my stupid tears. I saw how pale I looked, sat there with my shoulders tensed and curling in on myself, my lips were swollen and parted, my cheeks red and sore from my ferocious rubbing. I sighed angrily, smashing my hand sideways, which collided with a few bottles of moisturisers and they clattered to the floor.

I just groaned (not even attempting to fix my face) and dropped my head forward, resting it on the table of my vanity stand, my overheated forehead pressed to the cool white painted wood. I let my eyes fall shut, not even wanting to face another day. Another day loaded with my father's disapproving tones, Blaine's stupid perfect face and his ridiculous creepy demon powers that I wasn't even sure of their full capabilities yet.

I just sat there in silence, willing the screams in my head to quieten down, until they eventually muted themselves for the moment, and I could finally relax.

XOXO

I don't know how long I'd stayed like that until I heard a quiet knock at my door, and my head shot up, drool falling down my face, hair sticking up on one side from where my head had lolled in my sleep. I stared at myself in the mirror for a second, before springing to action without even thinking, smacking the side of my head to shove my hair back into place, wiping my sleeve across my cheek and along the side of my face to gather my drool.

It was then that everything came back to me.

"Kurt?" I heard my dad's soft voice from the other side of the door, then another quiet knock.

I was quiet for a minute and then let out a squeaky "yes?" I heard the door open and footsteps on the wooden stairs, and then seen my father's head poking around the corner, halfway down my stairs.

"Can I talk to you?" He reached the bottom step and stood twisting his cap in his hands nervously. I just nodded warily and sat up straight on my stool. He walked forwards towards me and fell down onto my bed next to me, a fair bit of distance between us. His face held a worried frown, and he looked straight at me willing for me to make eye contact, which I found difficult because I couldn't look him in the eyes without feeling upset with myself about everything all over again.

Eventually he sighed, "Come here" he gestured, and I hesitated to stand, but picked myself up nevertheless and hobbled over to my bed, falling down next to my dad who wasted no time in pulling me into a bear hug and crushing the living daylights out of me. I couldn't find the will to protest, I didn't even want to. These were the same hugs I'd receive as a child or very frequently around the time that my mother died. I inhaled my father's familiar scent and leant against his strong chest.

"I'm sorry" he finally murmured, pulling away and patting me on the back. "I know I probably over-reacted and I didn't mean to upset you..." He paused, pressed his lips shut as if he were trying to hold something in. I nodded slightly which made him continue. "But this Blaine kid, I don't even know him, Kurt, and the amount of times Finn has talked about him being such a bad influence on you and how rough he is, I don't think I like the sound of him." A disapproving frown formed on his face and I felt my heart sink.

"Dad, honestly, he isn't as bad as Finn makes out, he's had a problem with Blaine since day one, and he insists that he's bad news, but he's lovely! He's perfect" I blushed at the last part and a knowing look dawned on my father's face, and he cleared his throat awkwardly, wiping his hands on his jeans.

"Well, if he's so perfect, I think I'd like to meet him. Invite him over for dinner or something."

My jaw dropped and the sound in my ears went fuzzy. What the hell had I just gotten myself into? Fuck!

"Then I will know who to believe, you or Finn." he continued and I saw him smile with a look of accomplishment, like he had finally found a way to not choose between his two sons and decide which one to believe.

"I-uh, Dad-I...I don't think that's such a good idea" I dropped my gaze to my lap, hoping he wouldn't question it. Of course he would.

"Why?"

"Because...um, Blaine isn't...He doesn't like-he isn't really a people person" I shrugged, hoping that would be enough of an explanation. Of course it wasn't.

"What do you mean?" he looked confused, and tilted his head sideways.

"He doesn't socialize very well, dad, I don't think he'd be comfortable here, especially when he and Finn can't bear to be in the same room as each other" I shrugged, wishing things were different. Wishing that Blaine and I were actually dating, and I could invite him round to meet my family without my stepbrother wanting to kill him or vice versa.

"Couldn't you ask him anyway? I'd like to know this boy that is spending so much time with my son" Dad said in a pleading yet demanding tone that actually meant you really have no choice here. I knew there was no way I could invite Blaine over, that was just a recipe for chaos, especially with Finn in the mix. Despite how 'strong' Blaine is, I doubt he can control his demon side for long enough and not let it clash with his hatred for Finn.

I sighed, clueless on what to do, but knowing what I'd have to tell my father anyway, especially because he was staring at me expectantly, waiting for an answer. "Fine. I'll ask him" I grumbled. Burt smiled in accomplishment.

"Great!" slapping a hand down on my knee and standing, "Until then...you're grounded!" He smiled, not staying long enough to hear my complaints, instead rushing up the stairs and slamming the door shut before I could even get a word out. I groaned, fisting my hair and falling sideways onto my bed, curling up into a ball, hugging my pillow to my chest. My phone buzzed again and I reached backwards to find it, realising that Blaine had been calling me all this time. Blaine Anderson 12 missed calls 3 messages

From: Blaine Anderson
Kurt, I'm so sorry, please answer my calls.

From: Blaine Anderson
You deserve so much better, I'm sorry, Kurt, I wish I could be that for you.

I nearly burst into tears after reading those two short messages. How could I be so fucking stupid? Yes, I was terrified of Blaine, but it wasn't Blaine. It was that thing. I could just imagine that sensitive adorable romantic side of Blaine kicking in as soon as I left the house, still calling my name once I'd drove away from him.

I curled up on my side again, clutching my phone. I decided to sit alone with my thoughts until sleep hit me, there was still a few hours of the day left, but I thought them not worth spending and drifted off to sleep, waiting for morning to come where I would be forced to face Blaine once again and plead sorrow.

XOXO

Actually facing Blaine was kind of the problem though. Because I couldn't see his face anywhere.

He'd either avoided me for the whole day, or he wasn't in school in the first place. I sighed when the bell went signalling the end of the day and dragged my feet all the way to glee club, curling up in a chair towards the back, far away from Mercedes and Tina who were shooting me worried glances. I decided to sit by Sam, mostly because I knew he would just smile sadly at me, maybe squeeze my shoulder reassuringly but not bother me about anything or ask what is wrong. I watched as that was exactly what he did, and turned my attention to Mr Schue as he droned on about some country artist.

The first thing I did when I sank back into the driver's seat of my car was yank my phone out of my incredibly tight jeans pockets and fumbled to unlock it. I typed out a message and tapped send, wondering if Blaine would want to hear from me or whether he didn't come to school for a reason, and that reason was because he didn't want to talk to me.

To: Blaine
Hey,
you weren't at school today and that makes me a little sad since I was hoping we could discuss last night and work things out. I'm grounded but I can think of an excuse to use, meet me at the Lima bean in 20 mins?
I can explain...

I stuffed it into my jacket pocket and started the engine, reversing out and driving towards the exit, heading straight for the Lima bean. Maybe I was underestimating Blaine, would he even show up? I guessed the reason he didn't come to school was because of me, so that means he probably wouldn't want to see me elsewhere either. I bit my tongue out of habit and tightened my grip on the steering wheel to get there as fast as I could before my dad got home and realised I had gone out without permission.

I sang along to the radio for a while, fumbling with the dial to try and find a decent song, and before I knew it I was pulling into the Lima Bean car park. I parked quite close to the building, and saw inside the cafe. It didn't seem too busy, and I was able to make out the regulars who sat in their normal places. The old couple, who were always in deep conversation, the businesswoman who never had time to stay longer than 2 minutes before she received a call and came bounding out of the shop, the two women who were obviously best friends as they gossiped nonstop, gesticulating wildly. I was just pulling the keys out of the ignition when I noticed a familiar leather jacket and head of dishevelled curls at one of the tables. I squinted, trying to get a better view when I realised it was Blaine. And he wasn't alone.

The boy who sat opposite him was gorgeous, he had straight blondy-brown hair that had been styled and hair sprayed into all different directions, it was perfect. I couldn't see his face close up, but I noticed the slight stubble on his defined jaw line, and his eyebrow piercing. He was wearing a simple pair of skinny jeans and a tight long-sleeved v-neck, the sleeves of which had been rolled up to reveal his muscular arms with a sleeve of tattoos. It was safe to say, this guy was gorgeous.

I felt my heart beating erratically as I watched the response between the two, Blaine looked stressed, angry even, as he fisted his hands into his curls, but the other boy was quick to reassure him by placing a hand on his forearm until Blaine looked up at him, smiling. I felt physically sick and felt my eyes brim with tears as I watched the interaction. How could he? I mean, I know we weren't officially dating, but I thought I meant something to him. Otherwise what could explain all the paintings and drawings? The notebook? The kissing? He even gave me his jacket for god sake.

The two spoke for a little longer until Blaine had drained his cup and excused himself, standing from the table, mirrored by the blonde guy who stood and followed him to the exit. They hugged longer than necessary at the exit and I noticed the blonde guy talking into Blaine's ear, he patted his back before pulling away and Blaine eyed him, I could read his lips saying 'thank you' to which the other boy nodded at, waving slightly as he walked back to his car. I couldn't believe it. Was this a set up? I just asked Blaine to meet me here in 20 mins, it had only been 10, but i'd said later so he had time to get ready and get there on time. And now he was leaving, knowing he had to meet me here. This was bad, this was really bad, i'd obviously underestimated Blaine like I'd thought I would.

I sat in my car in silence for another 15 minutes, staring into space. I felt the wetness on my cheeks but didn't move to wipe my tears. I watched as people began to leave the coffee shop, saying their goodbyes to their friends and leaving in separate cars. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket and reached for it blindly, not even looking to see where it was before I found it, swiping the back of my arm across my face to rid it of tears when they began to drip on my phone screen. I realised who'd sent the message at last and hurried to open it, only for my heart to sink at what I saw.

From: Blaine Anderson
There is nothing to discuss.

XOXOXO

A/N: Hello people, sorry for the long update but I've had six exams in this last week alone and I've been revising like crazy.(This is also why this chapter is shorter than usual, because I have had little time) Hopefully I should have more time to write soon because my last exam before summer is this tuesday-wish me luck!

p.s. I'm sure some of you know that some fics are being removed from ff recently and I thought i'd just say that if any of mine do get deleted, then I will move them to scarvesandcoffee so you can just search 'ultraviolet' or 'something beautiful' to find them :).

Hope you enjoyed! Leave your thoughts! Love, Ell x