Warning: This chapter contains scenes of violence that aren't as mild as usual which some readers may find disturbing. Could also (maybe possibly not really) include triggering scenes. Thank you.

I yawned, pulling the strap of my bag higher up over my shoulder and slamming my locker shut, bashing it with my fist for good measure, hoping the dodgy lock wouldn't give way half way through the day. The music was so loud I'm sure it could be heard from outside my headphones, but my thoughts were much louder; and it was almost impossible to drown out the sickening possessive voices crowding my brain.

I'd just turned to walk (very slowly, might I add) to my next class when...
"Hey Anderson!" I groaned, turning on my heels, eyes closed.

"What now, Puckerman? Can you not just leave me alone for one day without following me around like a lost puppy?" I pinched the bridge of my nose, sliding my headphones off and walking straight to him, a growl rumbling low in my chest at my annoyance.

"I don't follow you around!" He protested weakly, and I could sense his discomfort as he looked around to see whether anyone had heard. I took that as my opportunity to walk away from him, hoping by the time he'd noticed I'd be nowhere in sight. Obviously, with Noah Puckerman, that just wasn't going to happen. He sidled up next to me, struggling to walk at my fast pace."Woah man! wait up!"

I came to an abrupt halt, "What?" I spat. I was not in the mood for wannabe badasses with stupid haircuts so early on in the day; and it was only second period.

"I just wanted to ask you something, that's all! Why you gotta be so uptight about it?" I watched him shrug his bag onto his shoulder where it was slipping down.

"What do you want?" I said slowly, just wanting to leave this godforsaken school right that second, the thrum and crave for a pure human soul was itching away at my insides and I doubted I could stand there any longer.

"Just wanted to know what's going on with you and lady Hummel?"

My head snapped up at that.

"What do you mean?" I asked, ignoring the nickname.

"Well one day he's wearing your jacket and you're all cozy together in the hallways, nowadays you don't even speak and he's so curled up on that chair in the back of the choir room in glee club each week I'm starting to think he might actually be stuck in that position permanently." He shrugged, I sensed a little bit of wariness as he saw my strong reaction to him asking about Kurt and I, he could quite obviously see that this was a touchy subject.

"I don't see how that's any of your business, maybe you should just fuck off back to your controlling snitch of a girlfriend and keep your thoughts to yourself" I turned on my heels, feeling the warmth roar inside my lungs as it built higher towards my throat, my insides burning with rage.

"Santana?" I heard his questioning voice behind me, and then rushed footsteps as he tried to keep up. "She's not my girlfriend man, I just-" He reached out to grab my arm, which I growled at, spinning round and stepping chest to chest with him, jaw set and tensed, fists curled threateningly by my side. He seemed to visibly shrink at that. Typical. He was scared of me.

I resisted laughing out loud, in favour of listening to what he was about to say next.

"Look man, I just...we're all worried about him, you know? He hasn't spoken to us much all week, he hasn't been joining in with songs in glee club, he only sits curled up in the back seat until we're allowed to go home."

I imagined a beautiful tear stained face hidden in folded arms that rested on folded knees, brought up to his chest as he refused social interaction. My heart ached for him. It really did. But it was best this way.

"Well sorry to burst your little bubble of hope, sunshine, but Hummel has nothing to do with me, and I don't want you hassling me about him anymore. In fact, I don't want you anywhere near me anymore. Got it?" I tilted my head, my neck clicking into place un-deliberately.

I watched as he took one glance at my eyes and then nodded quickly and scrambled backwards, a mantra of 'sorry man's and 'I just thought-'s as he retreated down the corridor, and only then was I aware of the thin layer of darkness that infected my human vision, stretched taut, black, and uncaring over my eyeballs, and I felt a shiver of delight run down my spine.

I twisted around with a wicked grin on my face and stalked down the hallway, avoiding my next class altogether, and walking straight out of the double doors to the car park.

XOXO

I watched as the thin, wispy and white matter floated beautifully from the lifeless being at my feet, twisting and curling into patterns and shapes as it danced through the air. I opened my mouth wide and inhaled. I watched drunkenly as the transparent haze of a half-pure soul disappeared into my lungs, inhaling through my nostrils and my throat, feeling the slide and tickle as it seeped into my bones.

It only took one forceful kick to roll the useless body into the river, and I watched as the face of the wizened old man sank deeper into the water, his face still frozen in shock, eyeballs popped open even when dead. Soon he was gone, and the only thing remaining was his floating granddads cap that bobbed in the water, which I picked up with an amused smile, feeling the weight of it in my hands, I wringed the water from it and threw it until it hit with a slap against the grey bricks of the bridge and landed in a nearby bush with a rustle.

I hauled myself up from my crouched position, already feeling replenished. My bones felt stronger. Not weak and soft like they had before. I inhaled through my nostrils, the cold air rushing straight to my lungs, burning, then being pushed back out in a sharp exhale.

I felt alive again.

XOXO

"So what's happening with you and that Kurt kid nowadays, man?" Miko asked from his position on the floor, he was tuning his guitar and trying to eat pizza at the same time.

I felt the breath rush out of me just at the mention of his name, and my mind absently drifted back to the two new sketchbooks hidden away in my art room that I'd filled with new paintings of his beautiful features not two hours ago.

I winced and answered, "He's gone" I shrugged.

Sean fell backwards from where he was dangling off the edge of a sofa. Just as quickly as he had fallen, he'd rushed to my side, huge muscles rolling as he pushed me onto my back forcefully.

"What the fuck dude! How could you kill him!? I thought you loved him, man!" He growled, only to be met by a powerful shove from me, which sent him flying back across the room, smashing into the opposite wall of the den. Stupid demon strength.

"I didn't kill him! Are you serious right now, Sean? Do you really think I could do that?" I questioned, hearing the edgy tone to my voice as it deepened half way through my sentence. He immediately looked guilty,

"Well, I-I, um-" Ricky interrupted him with a clap on the shoulder and Sean stopped talking. Ricky turned to face me.

"Look B, all we're trying to say is that it's not worth losing your true love over some petty mindset. I mean, Kurt's obviously perfect to you and don't think I haven't seen those drawings" he waggled his eyebrows and I felt my face burn, trying to avoid eye contact with him. How the hell had he found them? "Maybe you should make things official with Kurt...? I mean, he isn't exactly pig-ugly is he? And sooner or later other guys are going to be swooping in and snatching him away from you"

I felt something hot in my throat, seeping down into my lungs and wracking my frame with anger. Just picturing Kurt with someone else sent me into a jealous rage, I knew that I'd probably end up punching Kurt's new boyfriend if he ever got someone else, no matter how selfish that was.

I sat curled up on the love seat, where Kurt and I had once sat, in deep thought. How the hell was I supposed to get Kurt? He wouldn't even consider dating me, I bring too much trouble, and I'd probably end up killing him with my lack of self-control. I curled my fingernails into the palms of my hands, wishing that my skin wasn't so strong so they could break the surface.

I knew there was only one person that could help me with this; and I needed to hurry in order to catch him in time.

XOXO

It hit me like a train, smack bang in the middle of the night. I was lying awake, staring at the glass ceiling and hoping for a tornado to sweep me right up when I felt it. It twisted through my body, like some freaky sixth sense or something. I felt drawn to him, like someone had literally just hooked me up to the back of their monster truck with a rope and sped towards his location, dragging me behind them by my ankle.

I stretched until the discs in my spine clicked and then moved to the next room, grabbing a hoodie and creeping past Ricky's room. I reacted on instinct when my body finally met the cool, smoky winter air. Goosebumps set my skin on fire and I sank onto my bike, my body moulding to the shape of the seat, leaning forward and accelerating until it took me where my body told me to go, my entire being was buzzing with directions and signals, mixed scents and confusing symbols that didn't register in my brain.

I pulled up outside Kurt's house, wincing at the skid of the wheels against the pavement. I kicked the stand, hopping down from the bike and looking around cautiously, I felt my back arch and my teeth bare, I crouched low to the ground, listening...waiting...

I heard him before I saw him, he was clumsily trying to escape from a tree near the Hummel's window, but a branch caught in a ripped hole in his jeans, leading him stumbling backwards, shaking his leg. I stayed low to the ground at first, watching him intently, feeling the slide of something fresh ease through my veins as my vision immediately improved.

I knew which part of me was in control now.

He stooped low, trying to fit his gaze to the tiny window near the ground, which was slightly open , probably for ventilation in the heated basement bedroom. I squinted, trying to make out the object in his hand, although they were balled tightly into fists. In a split second, his grip loosened, and I caught sight of the thick rope that was tangled in his grasp. My body seethed with anger, I had little self control and I knew I couldn't last much longer without jumping this guy, slicing his throat and draining his worthless little soul. But I had to try.

I crawled forward, unconcerned about the dirt that stained my hands and knees, edging closer to this monster, who had reached inside the small box window to undo the latch, grinning to himself as he slipped inside the bedroom. I made a run for it, snarling and hurtling myself at the small window, barely slipping inside before I heard the muffled sound of a scream for help.

XOXO

"H-help! No! Let me down, stop that!" I made out through the hand that covered his mouth, I could make out two struggling shapes in the darkness and although it took all my strength to not pounce forward, I waited silently, willing for the right moment to attack.

The light flipped on and Kurt had managed to wriggle free of O'Connor's grasp, keeping as far away from him as possible considering he was crowding Kurt into the corner with his sickening gaze of admiration and longing towards him, there was no doubt that O'Connor wanted Kurt. Unfortunately this was his unlucky day...

I wrapped my hand around his bicep, squeezing so hard I'm sure I popped the muscle, and ripped him away from Kurt. No noises of pain or protests could stop me now, I'd waited for this moment for so long and now I'd finally got him. No Ricky, Sean or Miko to stop me now...

I dragged him through the small window, tugging harshly when one of his limbs caught on the ledge, hauling him outside, Kurt was half shouting, I'm surprised his parents hadn't woken to the sound yet. I pulled him towards the small forest near Kurt's house, it consisted of about 30 trees which were both high and thick with branches and heavy prominent roots that were raised high out of the ground, tangled with each other like veins.

The forest was alive with the sound of crickets and small nocturnal mammals scurrying around gathering berries or hunting prey while it slept. I blocked out the noise though. All I could hear was the thumping of blood racing around my body in anticipation and the harsh instructions in my head. There were so many ways to kill him, and I sure as hell wouldn't do it quickly and painlessly now I had got him to myself at last. Part of me badly wanted to cut his throat and watch him fall lifeless to his knees, but I knew I couldn't leave it this long and let him die swiftly.

I walked in forceful, determined steps, powering straight through anything that stood in my way, not even wincing as my foot went straight through a thick root, snapping it in two, letting the splintered ends stab into Calvin's flesh as I dragged him through it right behind me. He was screaming with pain, it was music to my ears. I felt his claws digging deeply into my forearm, but I didn't stop, I couldn't stop. Not now.

I came to an abrupt halt, deciding this was the best spot to kill him. We'd travelled to the heart of the forest, it was silent other than the harsh winter wind that whistled as it passed through, rebounding off the trees. The fog was thick, even amongst these trees. The air was so thick here it was hard to breath as it is, I couldn't imagine how hard it must've been for O'Connor, who was now pinned back against a tree, my hand wrapped firmly around his neck, holding him in place. He spluttered. I laughed.

I dug deep for my knife in my pocket, only to discover it had been ripped, most likely by a broken branch that caught on the material of my jeans as I powered through the forest, and my knife must've fallen out.

"Guess I gotta do this with my hands then" I grinned at the pure horror that crossed his face, watching as his bated breaths came out in gasps, forming a cloud in front of him because of the cold weather and thick air.

"P-p-"

"What?" I pushed down harder on his throat, then uncurled my fingers slowly, leaving enough room for him to talk.

"Please!" He gasped quickly, sucking in as much air as he could before I could stop him, I slammed my fist into his stomach, winding him until there was no breath left inside his lungs and then I returned my grasp like an iron shackle around his neck.

"Oh no, you aren't getting away that easily, you piece of scum" I spat in his face, he deserved it really.

I reached out for a broken branch that Calvin had snapped with his body being dragged through it, and jabbed it into his stomach, twisting and turning until it broke the skin and a red moisture seeped through to his shirt, a red circle stain growing around the wound until it took over most of the material. I grinned proudly. Didn't even need a knife.

He was shouting now, cursing, even through my firm grasp, he managed to wail in pain for a while, until his eyelids drooped and he struggled to keep them open to stare at me. I had a feeling he was going to look me in the eye until his last breath. Good. I liked to keep good eye contact with my prey. It was good manners, after all.

"Y-You, Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck" he cried in pain. I had loosened my hand enough for him to speak, I wanted to hear his pleas until the last moment. "B-Blaine, please! Please!"

"Would you have stopped, Calvin? Would you have stopped if Kurt had begged you to? If you did exactly this to him, while he hung there, helpless, would you have set him free?" I said in a controlled voice. I knew, however hard he tried to lie, we both knew the truth.

Turns out he didn't have the life in him to lie, and he just scowled straight at me instead, stubbornly immobile. I stared straight back, and waited for the hesitance to show. His eyes flickered to the left slightly and that's all it took for a conformation.

"Exactly," I gritted out, dropping him to the ground and kicking him hard in the temple. I ripped open his shirt as a final act, and drove the branch straight into his collarbone. "That's why you deserve this" I whispered to his still body. "You wouldn't have stopped for the love of my life, so why should I stop for you?" I kicked his body until it rolled over into a small ditch, and sprinted off back in the direction I came from.

I realised as soon as I was half way back to Kurt's house that Calvin wasn't dead. I hadn't seen the fine translucent white matter drift from the opening of his mouth, then increase in size as it is sucked away by the wind. His soul hadn't left his body. I hadn't captured or devoured it. When I should have.

I hesitated on the spot, decided whether to go back and wait for the delicious wispy matter to escape or to return to Kurt immediately. Kurt.

My entire body buzzed and I took off faster than I had before, of course I knew the answer. It was Kurt, it always would be Kurt.

Before I knew it I had shot through the opening of the forest and landed clumsily face first on the gravel. I scrambled to my hands and knees, crawling until I felt the function of my legs beginning to work again and I broke into a sprint.

You shouldn't have left him alone! You fucking idiot! What if Calvin's attack was all a ploy? A distraction? What if Kurt was surrounded by demons right now? Calvin's lot? What if...What if it was too late? If Kurt was...

"Kurt!" I was struggling through the small window, sliding down to the floor and rushing to my feet once again when I heard the quiet sob from the corner of the room. I ran frantically towards the sound, skidding around the bed and landing on my knees right in front of the sight that almost broke my heart in two.

"Kurt" I let out in a deep exhale. He was safe. Alive. Not harmed. But terrified.

He was curled up in the corner, hands wrapped firmly around his knees, which his face was buried into. He looked up when he heard my voice, his eyes red rimmed and cheeks soaking wet with tears. His eyelashes appeared longer as they tangled together and dripped with tears. I was only about half a metre away from him, on my knees. I felt normal again, so I risked moving towards him a little, in a final act of protection and comfort.

"B-Bla-ine?" He looked up at me with scared eyes, shuffling back even more into the corner to get away from me.

"It's me, Kurt, it's just me, I promise" I rambled, edging closer to him, holding my palms out in an act of peace, only to make Kurt more terrified when I realised that my hands were covered in Calvin's blood. He pointed shakily at my torso, and I looked down.

"Y-you...Blaine! What did you do!?" he wailed, eyes shining, blue and beautiful with tears. He gestured to the blood on my shirt with a shaky finger. "You really are a monster! G-get away from me!" he burst into another round of sobs and I had no idea what I was doing, but I began frantically rubbing my wet hands on my blood-stained shirt, trying to rid my skin of the slimy red liquid to no avail, only to rip it in half in frustration and throw it into the corner of the room. I shuffled closer.

"No Kurt, it's just me, I promise, I'm here, it's Blaine, I'm here" I repeated in a pleading voice, I was so close I'd trapped him in the corner and he had nowhere else to go, I could see the unquestionable fear in his eyes as they darted around the room, looking for escape routes. I reached forward before I knew what I was doing, grabbing his hand and ignoring the way he flinched worriedly. I brought his hand to my chest, pressing it down so it was flush with my warm skin, over my rapid heartbeat.

"Can you feel me? Can you feel my heart beating? It's just me, Kurt, okay? I'm flesh and blood" He stared in awe for a minute, until I felt his fingers splay slightly under mine, and butterflies flailed slightly in my stomach, a blush rising on both of our faces. "I'm just Blaine now, alright? You don't have to be scared anymore" He stared into my eyes for about half a minute, contemplating, until I watched him visibly relax and his focus was back on my torso and our hands again.

I let him look me over, I didn't mind really, I knew I had nothing to be ashamed of, I was bulging with muscles because they had to handle my demon strength. I shook myself out of it, stop being so arrogant. Stupid fucking demon. I went back to admiring the beauty of Kurt's face, he still rested his hand gently on my chest, his tear streaked face more relaxed now and I'm sure he was watching the flush rise up my skin as I caught him studying each muscle.

He flushed with embarrassment and pulled his hand away immediately. "Hey...it's okay," I reassured him when I noticed he was trying to move away from me again. I took the risk and gathered him in my arms, holding him so we were chest to chest in a calm embrace. He sighed against my neck and I felt the little puffs of his warm breath soothing against my skin. I took the time to grip onto his sturdy shoulders; smoothing down the wrinkles and creases in his shirt, checking for injuries, rips or tears...blood. "Did he hurt you?" I whispered in a croaky, barely-there voice and he shook his head against my shoulder in response, tucking his face further into the crease of my neck.

"He won't come near you again, Kurt, I swear it" An edge to my voice that I could not control obviously startled him as he pulled his face back warily again.

"Blaine...what did you do?" He asked, eyes wide. I couldn't lie to him, I just couldn't. He was too innocent. So pure.

"I-"

"-Don't lie to me" he cut me off in a fierce tone before I could even answer. I almost laughed at the fact that he was scarier than me at times, with his stubborn glares, raised eyebrows and harsh comebacks.

"I took care of him" I shrugged. "That's all you need to know" I hope he understood the hidden meaning. By the look on his face as he sank back down into my arms, I had a feeling he knew exactly what I was trying to say.

XOXO

"Where are your parents?" I asked, brushing a piece of hair out of his face. We lay parallel to each other on his double bed. I wasn't sure how we had gotten there, but I wasn't one to ask questions when I felt so comfortable here like this, leg tangled with Kurt's, his wandering hands gripped gently onto my bicep, tracing patterns into my muscles.

I hadn't retrieved my shirt from the ground, partially because I knew it was covered in blood and I couldn't stand to watch Kurt return to the petrified little boy he had been mere hours ago, but also because it was most likely completely torn and useless. Besides, Kurt didn't seem to have any problems with seeing me this exposed and I had sensed relaxation radiating from his body and told myself to stop worrying so much.

"Not home" he shrugged.

"What about Finn?" I pushed.

"Rachel's" He answered, not offering any more information. By the looks of his slowly drooping eyelids, I took it as a sign that he didn't have the energy to reply in more detailed answers.

I let out a sigh, threading my fingers through his hair, the act obviously making him sleepier.
"Lucky" I breathed.

"Yeah..." he mumbled, shuffling closer to me and burying half of his face into the same pillow I had my head on. "Lucky" I watched his eyelids slide shut and my hands froze in his hair, to which he made a tiny noise of protest. I smiled and continued, pausing before considering whether Kurt was awake enough to feel...I pressed a chaste kiss against his forehead, closing my eyes and pretending we weren't in the world that we lived in. Wishing I was someone different, or at least more controlled. I wish I could protect Kurt. I wish I had control over myself. I wish I wasn't such a fuck up. I wish I wasn't such a monster.

I watched and waited until his breathing evened out and his breath came out in little gasp-like-snores until I moved myself closer. I didn't know the time, but I was sure it was well into early morning by now, considering we'd spent most of the night wrapped up in each other. I lay contentedly with him all morning, listening and watching his chest rise and fall like a beautiful melody. I don't sleep, of course. When do I ever sleep? Demon's only sleep when they are completely contented, and I would be right now if it wasn't for the fact that my doubts about Calvin's attack on Kurt were playing in the back of my mind. Surely, he would've told the others that he had planned to kill Kurt to seek revenge on me and because he knew how much Kurt means to me? What if the others were waiting right now? If there was a plan?

I tightened my arms around the angel's sleeping body, pulling him closer to my protection and safety whilst glancing warily at the small basement box window, wondering what lurked behind the glass.

I wished that I could've relaxed and slept soundly next to Kurt right in that moment, but to say that I was completely content with no worries at all would be lying. This is the closest I'd gotten before though; right here next to this fallen angel with perfect pale features and soft skin, beautiful lips that looked and felt like they were carved to fit mine. I found his hand which was tucked daintily against my chest, and pulled it away gently, letting his limp fingers fit between mine and watching as he stirred in his sleep and curled them in until our hands were one. Perfect.

We were like two parts of a puzzle piece. If only this were the perfect fairytales that everyone seems to dream of. But this was no happy ending. Part of me didn't belong in this world, it killed me to realise that if I wanted Kurt to have a piece of perfection of his own one day, then I had to let him go so he could find his puzzle piece. It seems like everyone knew there was no way in hell it would work between us, my dark side had the worst temper which was was controlling and at sometimes narcissistic. If only there were a way to rip us in two, so I could be the real Blaine that was dying to escape.

XOXO

"Why are you so comfy?" He murmured against my chest, our hands still entwined, something of which I'm sure Kurt hadn't realised yet.

"I don't know" I replied softly, not wanting to disturb the silence which made this morning so idyllic. My fingers of my spare hand glided through his tousled brown locks easily, my eyes studying his half-cracked open ones.

"Blaine" he said after a while, rubbing his sleepy eyes with his forearm in an attempt to wake properly.

"Yes?"

"Why did you leave again?" He whispered, so sad and innocent it made me curse myself for even attempting to stay away from him. It hadn't worked anyway. Just shows how weak you really are, Blaine. You couldn't even last a day.

I grimaced angrily, wanting to shout back at that sickening voice that haunted my thoughts.

You couldn't even control yourself. Just like when you killed your mother. So weak.

"I...Kurt-"

"Please don't" he frowned, burying his face into my shoulder, "Don't say you found someone else. Someone better"

Well, I wasn't expecting that. "W-what! Kurt? That's crazy, no of cou-"

"I saw you" He says, blue eyes snapping up to mine, a crestfallen look on his face. "With him" he grits his teeth slightly, pushing away from me to swing his legs over and sit on the edge of the bed on his side. I was still above the covers, so I slid easily along the top of the duvet and swung my legs round too, sitting next to him.

"Who, Kurt? I don't understand" He was looking down and fidgeting with his hands for a while until he replied.

"A-at the lima bean...I...texted you to meet me there but you were already there with some...guy" he shrugged, obviously trying to not show too much emotion. "I don't know who he was, he had blonde-ish hair, an eyebrow piercing, he was tall-"

He didn't have to say anymore for me to realise who he was talking about. Jack.

"Tattoos? Stubble? Mad hair?" I suggested and he nodded sadly. I resisted a smile.

"Kurt, you've got it all wrong" I said, willing for him to look at me, though he kept his head down, eyes trained on his hands in his lap. I gave up and lifted a finger to his chin, guiding his face to mine. "That's Jack, he's my cousin" our eyes met, and I saw a flicker of disbelief in his gorgeous pools of blue until he frowned and tried to look away again.

"I-We, I haven't seen him in a while, but he's perfect with advice. I had something...urgent, to sort out, so I called him" I shrugged, and he turned to me interestedly.

"What was the urgency?" He batted his eyelashes and I was partly sure that it was to get an answer out of me, but I wasn't complaining either way.

"I-I...It was about...you...actually" I trailed off, feeling my cheeks warm with something that must've been a blush. He seemed to notice this and raised an interested eyebrow.

"What about me?" he pushed further.

"Well someone's full of questions today" I rolled my eyes.

"And someone isn't very good at answering them" he raised an eyebrow at me and I knew I was trapped in the death glare of Kurt Hummel.

"Okay, okay! I was...asking him advice on...how to stay away from you" I hung my head, unable to look at his face. "I...he's a demon too... he's like me, he doesn't have much control over his actions but his girlfriend is human." I shrugged, glancing up at Kurt's face which was void of any emotion as he listened intently. "I was asking him how difficult it was in the beginning, for him and Annie"

I watched as he cocked his head to the side adorably, his hand edging closer to mine where they were almost touching on the bed. "I was wondering how difficult it would be for...us" he looked taken aback, and I just wanted to take his startled face between my hands and kiss him until we both saw stars but I knew, I had to make him understand.

I took a deep breath in anticipation, and let out my next words in a rushed exhale. "I want to be with you, Kurt" My heart was beating like crazy. Why the hell was I feeling like this? "I already see you as my everything... a-and-"

I was cut off when I felt a pair of lips against mine, I shifted closer on instinct and lifted a hand to the closest part of him which seemed to be his thigh. He had my face in both of his warm hands, guiding my tongue against his in such a beautiful practised rhythm I felt that I could pass out in any minute. I moved until the sides of our thighs were touching and twisted my head more at the awkward angle, changing the pressure and taking control.

Before I knew it we were laying out on Kurt's bed, me pressing him down into the mattress while I dipped my tongue in and out of his parted kiss-swelled lips which remained permanently glued to mine. My arms were braced either side of his head, holding my body up so I didn't fall and crush him. His fingers tangled in my hair, tugging every now and then which made me want to groan and forget every single tiny bit of resolve I'd ever had in my mind and just give myself in to him right then and there.

I'd barely realised that he had pulled away and he was talking to me by the time that I realised what he was saying.

"Blaine Anderson, will you be my boyfriend?" I looked down at him with wide eyes, watching him bite his lip, which shouldn't have looked as sinful as it did. I panicked internally. Boyfriend. Don't do it. You'll screw that one up too, Anderson. For the first time ever I had a feeling that the droning evil voice that contaminated my mind was actually right for once. I most likely would screw it up.

But then I remembered back to what Jack said.

I fisted my curls in frustration, willing the voice to leave my mind so I could focus clearly on what Jack was saying to me. I just wanted this all to be over, I just wanted to love Kurt. Why did it all have to be so complicated? A comforting hand on my forearm snapped me back to reality and I was met with the concerned face of my cousin.

"You okay man? Come on Blaine, this is for Kurt, right? You don't wanna hurt him do ya?" I offered a small smile, sinking back into my chair.

"Never" I uttered, my hand curling tighter on my coffee cup at the dreadful thought.

"You love him right? You'd do anything for him? Be anyone for him?" It sounded cheesy saying it out loud, but it didn't faze Jack in the slightest. He was such a laid-back person that things like romance were second nature to him.

"Of cours-"

"Then why are you sat around here moping about how you can't be with him? Take action, man! Ask him out!" he said as if it were the most simple thing in the world, I was exasperated as to how he thought it could be that simple.

"But I can't jus-"

"Yes you can! You're worried about your anger, I get it, but I was exactly the same as you, do you remember? And look at me now" He held both of his arms out wide, obviously gesturing to himself and his happiness. "I trained for Annie. I trained for months and you know how hard it was, Blaine, don't you remember? You saw me, how crazy I got." I remember back to the time where me and Ricky visited Jack's that time in late February; we knocked on the door to find that it was open, stepped inside to see his phone on the floor, buzzing with missed calls and unread messages from Annie, turning the corner to find Jack, along with a towering pile of dead bodies in the centre of the room. It had taken weeks to set him straight again along with trying to keep Annie in the dark about his relapse. I could only hope and pray I'd never end up like that with Kurt.

I look at Jack now, though, and he seems so strong, perfectly controlled, you couldn't even tell that he was half-demon, he could be a human being for all anyone else knew. He was strong, determined, cool-headed and confident, and I tried not to wince when the voice in my brain told me I was the opposite of all of those things.

"Yeah" I said quietly, my voice cracked.

"You can do it, Blaine, I have full confidence in you. I believe in you dude" I met his eyes and I saw how truthful they were, he fully believed in me. At least I had Jack, who'd already been through this. I knew how difficult it would be, but wasn't it already difficult? I needed more control, it was unsafe to keep flipping out on everyone so freely and easily like this. Just take the Karofsky situation for example.

I nodded and drained my cup, standing and nodding my head towards the exit to make him follow. We stood outside and I hesitated for a while until I asked again.

"You'll be there for me?"

He nodded without hesitation. "I'll help you" he said solemnly and pulled me into a parting hug. I took a deep breath when we pulled away and smashed my fist against his, "See you, bro" he said, tossing a smile over his shoulder before disappearing around the corner.

I could do this. I could do it for Kurt. I could be anything for him. Just like Jack had said.

"Only if you'll be mine, Mr Kurt Hummel" I smiled, but my breath was cut off in a choking hug as Kurt leapt across the short space that existed between us, knocking me back onto the bed and smothering me with deep kisses and hushed 'thank you's and quick presses of lips and fingers tangled in hair. Long hugs and shy smiles and the hope of something new and worthwhile.

I had to explain to Kurt that he was in for a difficult journey, but I didn't want to burst our newly created bubble, so I chose to bask in the feel of Kurt, my boyfriend, against me, kissing until our lips were made familiar with each others, instead of speaking my truthful, haunted thoughts.

I'll be the death of you, Kurt Hummel.

A/N: Soooo, apologies again for the delay, I'm sure you are all ready to kill me by now but I've been sorting out some personal issues and when I was so very near to finishing this chapter I was dragged away on holiday for two weeks so I was unable to add the end on to it in time for me to post it. Something I think you might like to know is that I got so caught up writing this yesterday that I went ahead and wrote parts of up-coming chapters...some of which that MAY or may NOT include smut... POSSIBLY, but I might change my mind in what I include, depends on what you guys want to see more of, so let me know!. Also I have a few good ideas for the next chapters that I'm excited about including more violence, more serenading and yes, more kisses!

Hope you enjoyed the chapter, as always, I'll try my hardest to get the next one out ASAP but you know how crazy I am by now and know that it may not be out within the next week (but fingers crossed!)

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As always, thanks for your patience, please don't kill me and I'm sorry for the long authors note okay bye.

Love, Ell X