Ultraviolet - Chapter 17

When letting myself in to Blaine's house, I noticed the vast gathering of pairs of shoes vaguely lined up against the wall, a sign that the 'gang' was here (As Ricky and Blaine liked to call them). I just called them suspicious though over-friendly demon people whom I hadn't gathered enough information on yet to judge enough.

I shoved a little on the back door when I reached it, it was already half-open anyway, swinging and creaking on its hinges, tapping as the wind continuously pushed it against the frame. I heard music.

It was impossible to not become awestruck at every opportunity you had to walk through the Anderson's amazing house and surroundings. I smiled to myself at the lines of fairy lights that Blaine had told me about hanging up, they lead straight to the den and swung peacefully in the wind. I believe Blaine had once described it as 'atmospheric and edgy '. Crazy artist. I pulled the open sides of my jacket closer around my body, a slight winter breeze whipped past every now and then which caused a chill.

"Hey! It's Kurt!" I heard Miko shout, and then I saw him, hanging upside down from some sort of pole inside the glass building.

"Hey guys!" I hollered back, treading further until I reached the doorway, scanning the room for a head of dark curly hair but finding none.

"Blaine's out back" Sean said from the corner, looking a little dazed, he was lying with Nicole between his legs, whom was tuning his guitar for him, a plectrum between her teeth and also looking a little droopy. She squinted her eyes in a slight smile, which I took as a greeting and smiled back at her. I headed outside, straight through the double doors where Sean had gestured to with his thumb.

"Wait!" I heard a voice from behind me, and Melissa came rushing out. "I'll go with you, it's not safe out there, Kurt, they're training and Ricky's working him a little too hard" she said with a slightly disapproving frown.

"Oh okay...So what training are they doing?" I asked, walking alongside Melissa, still not seeing any sign of the two brothers.

"Just basics at the minute really, I think they're doing hand-to-hand combat first, so expect a lot of pent up anger, testosterone and fighting." She shook her head, "Those boys, sometimes, I swear".

I talk with her a little about general things as we trail deeper into the garden, weaving through trees and catching glimpses of other little clearings and miniature meadows, I couldn't help blushing when my eyes met the patch of grass where Blaine and I had shared our first kiss. Melissa remained oblivious, but a small smile tainted her lips as we passed it.

"Oh, just a warning for when we go back in, Sean's a little high, I think...He and Nicole took something earlier before they got here and the side effects are still beginning to wear off. It's quite funny actually, just a little crazy, if you ask me"

"Really? What did they take?"

"I'm pretty sure it's just weed or something equally disgusting," she grimaced and then glanced over to me. "I'm sorry, I just really despise drugs, although it is hilarious to watch Sean demand countless amounts of bowls of pasta when he gets the munchies."

I laughed along with her, making sure to make a mental note to try steer clear from the crazy couple when I returned, not wanting to be stuck with any awkward high-state questions or demands of tropic or extreme foods or anything like that.

We heard them before we seen them, shouts and loud growls, and cracking, lots and lots of cracking. "What is that?" I asked, somewhat warily, dragging behind a little to let Melissa lead the way into the clearing that the boys were presumably practising in.

A boom echoed through the air. "Uhm, judging from that? Probably the sound of the trees breaking and falling down" she scratched the back of her head. "It's uh...It's fine, Blaine will probably replace them later, he loves his gardening anyway."

I hummed in agreement, and slight disbelief. They were knocking trees down? What the hell were they doing?!

"C'mon, Blaine! You can do better than this dammit!" Ricky's voice resonated through the air. More cracking.

"Fuck you! Rik! You have no idea how fucking hard this is for me" Blaine growled back angrily. Another boom was heard and a cluster of birds were heard fluttering away quickly as the trees they were perched in fell to the ground. A final thud was heard and then Melissa was pulling back a bunch of willow tree branches which acted as some kind of gateway, I guessed, to the clearing, and I followed her inside.

The light was intense in this part, maybe because of the amount of trees that now lay in scattered piles around on the floor, that was giving way to some sunlight- or maybe just because of the clearing altogether. Nevertheless, the beauty of the long swaying grass and the rays of sun peaking through the stubborn clouds couldn't even come close to the beauty of the man that stood before me.

They both stood in the centre, shirts off, fists raised, running at each other with fierce and powerful strides. I watched in complete shock as Blaine charged forward, catching Ricky around his mid-riff and launching him into the thick trunk of the tree opposite, a loud smack resounding in the small space. Both boys cheered, as if it were some sort of achievement, Blaine punching a triumphant fist into the air.

"Yes! That's more like it!" Ricky peeled himself from the tree his back had been slumped against, not showing any pain or discomfort whatsoever which was completely ridiculous. "Now, again." He ordered, psyching himself up as he jogged quickly on the spot, and then jumped forward into a solid stance, opposite Blaine.

I was completely stuck between horror, concern and absolute want. Sweat was falling in droplets from Blaine's now soaked curly hair, rolling down his smooth tan skin, breathing heavily so the muscles shifted just-so every now and then. Fuck. The planes of his back shifted as he rolled his neck, cracking his knuckles, his abs tensing as he gritted his teeth and charged forward once again. Ricky caught him this time, and they battled with their fists, punching each other violently, the thuds were so loud and sounded incredibly painful as they hit bare skin, though Blaine was relentless. He was crazy. Without exaggeration, I watched helplessly as he shot at least 10 punches per three seconds into Ricky's stomach, trying to make him double over.

Melissa groaned from next to me, she looked more annoyed than anything, how the hell was she not screaming for Blaine to stop? Ricky was being beaten to death! I stood gaping at her in disbelief, unable to form any words. She sighed, tapping her foot and glancing at her watch, how the hell would that help in any way?!

I'd had enough. Deciding to take action, I barrelled forward.

"NO! KURT!" Melissa screamed as soon as I'd moved a foot.

Blaine's head whipped around, targeting me immediately. I grinded to a halt, still not too far away from Melissa though not far away from Blaine either. Ricky had realised by now what was going on, pinning Blaine's arms behind his back, pulling him backwards as he struggled against his brother.

"Let me go! Ricky! Kurt is in danger!" he struggled wildly, using his entire body force to slam Ricky backwards across the field. He leapt for me instantly, ignoring Melissa's pleads as she ran to try and step before me. She held an arm in front of me, which Blaine shoved aside, eyes frantic and raving. Seeing the interaction between Blaine and his girlfriend, Ricky shot over (wow demon speed was really something) in a second, pushing himself between Melissa and his brother.

Blaine didn't care about anyone though, he pushed past both of them, Ricky holding Melissa back protectively, holding a hand out in front of my chest which Blaine also pushed aside when he finally reached me. I was frozen stuck still, when Blaine gathered me into his embrace, his frantic eyes searching for something in mine, grasping my face desperately between his hands.

"Ricky-" Melissa sounded broken. "Get the others, now."

"I'm not leaving you" he shook his head, determined.

"Kurt," Blaine let out in a final breath. I was just glad to see that he'd stopped. Stopped hurting everybody and finally realised the damage he was doing. His voice sounded different though, as if it wasn't actually Blaine, and only then did I realise the consequences of my stupid, stupid actions.

"Blaine" I said warily, in reply to him.

"You're safe? You're here?" He gasped, his body was shaking from the force of something, he looked like he was about to explode.

"I'm fine" I answered, quite shaky myself, in a quiet voice.

"You're fine? He's fine?" He clarified, turning to the two others for hesitant clarification.

"He's fine, Blaine" Ricky said in an unknown voice, sorta authoritive. "Now do you realise what you have just done?" He asked, almost shamefully, and Blaine hung his head after a realisation.

"I'm sorry. Next time? Kurt was in danger" He sobs, holding me close. I was thankful for the affection, though I wasn't quite sure what was going on, and it became incredibly dizzying to try to concentrate on anything when Blaine was holding me in his naked muscled arms, his chest moving against mine as he cradled me.

I decided that I should actually finally speak up. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"No, Kurt, it's fine, shh don't worry about it" Ricky offered, smiling kindly at me although I had a feeling all three demons stood before me knew something that I didn't. Something that could've happened but didn't. Something terrible.

"Can I...?" Blaine started, his face pleading at his brother.

Ricky let go of Melissa warily, still keeping her at a safe distance from Blaine, keeping an arm outstretched to her. "Let me see your eyes." he demanded coldly.

Blaine did the same, stepped forward with an arm still extended backwards to me, clutching onto my sleeve protectively, his fingers wrapped stiffly around my wrist.

Ricky took a harsh grip on Blaine's jaw, which caused him to growl, the deep sound rumbling from his chest. Ricky squinted into his eyes, tilting Blaine's head this way and that.

"Take a run" he said, shoving a hand into Blaine's naked chest, pushing him away. Blaine looked hesitantly around, his eyes settling on me. "Around the perimeter. Now. Go"

The shift in Ricky's voice had Blaine shivering, his head snapped around again and he shot off across the clearing and into the trees.

Melissa let out a breath.

"Thank god," she shook her head, grasping my hand and pulling me back in the direction that we came, Ricky following closely around, squinting into the shadows as if looking for something.

I felt the guilt crawling up my throat, another apology making its way out. "Melissa, I-"

"No, Kurt, don't apologise, you didn't know" she smiles sadly at me.

"Could you explain it to me, please?" I asked, not entirely sure what I was even asking about.

"Yes, I can explain, but when we're back at the den." She watched as Ricky took off, sprinting into a shadowed area in between two trees without a word of warning and disappearing just as Blaine had.

I didn't ask any more questions, just allowed Melissa to weave my arm through hers as we walked in step back to the glass hut.

XOXO

"So let me get this straight, they weren't actually hurting each other?" I asked in complete disbelief, there was no way that those blows that Blaine was punching into Ricky's chest caused no pain.

"Well, technically they were, but typically, when demons are so infatuated with training they enter a sort of daze, where they aren't connected to the outside world, and they are so focused on achieving they don't feel or notice any pain inflicted." Louise stated, for such a quiet girl she sure did know a lot.

"Right..."

"Do you understand?" Melissa asks, her voice hopeful.

"I think so, but why was it important that I didn't distract him?" I asked, thinking back.

"Because when Blaine is in that daze, it's almost as if nothing is actually real, his brain tricked him into thinking you were hurt and that's all he could focus on. In that state, he would've done anything to get to you, which meant that he could've seriously injured any one of us in the process, including you" Melissa finished, speaking slowly to engrave the words into my mind.

"Not to mention that his testosterone levels would have been through the roof, that couldn't have helped much," Louise adds, "You're very lucky" she smiles, and I can see that she genuinely means it.

I let out a breath, all the things that could've gone wrong, Kurt, you idiot. "I'm so sorry, I-"

"No, I'm sorry, I should've warned y-"

"I swear if I hear another apology from either you I'm gonna smack your god damn heads together" Miko grunts from the corner, where he holds an ice pack to his head.

"Ignore him, he's just grumpy because he fell on his head doing his stupid pole trick" Louise rolls her eyes fondly at him.

Miko glared at her playfully, starting a "Hey! they aren't stupid pole tricks, they're stunts actually. You're just jealous that-"

But I didn't hear anymore of the couple's playful banter, as it drifted into the background, because I could see two figures walking towards the hut in the distance through the glass walls.

"Oh, here they come" Melissa says, squinting. "Blaine seems more controlled, I think he's okay"

I still bite my lip, waiting in anticipation until those double doors swing slowly open and the two brothers step through.

XOXO

"I'm sorry" I say for the fiftieth time, and Blaine kisses it away.

"Stop apologising"

"I can't" I whined, rolling onto my back, falling with a huff back onto Blaine's comfy duvet.

He sighs, tipping himself further onto his side, shuffling closer to me in a way that makes my heart beat erratically in my chest. He reaches out a hesitant arm, bringing his hand to rest on my stomach, smoothing up and down in a soothing manner.

"If anything, I should be the one apologising," he hums, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Not you"

My breath hitches. "Still...Anything could've happened"

"But it didn't" Blaine shook his head, pulling me back onto my side to face him, his arms hanging loosely around my middle. "I won't ever let anything happen to you" he buries his face into the crook of my neck, inhaling and then sighing shakily. "That was a one-off, okay? You didn't know, and that was my first session, so I was weak."

After Ricky and Blaine had entered the den, all full of laughter, brotherly punches and arms around each other, clearly showing that the previous tense atmosphere had vanished, Blaine's eyes had met mine. We walked calmly up to his room, hands swinging between us, not saying a word. We'd collapsed onto his bed, on our sides facing each other and hugging tightly, the realisation of everything that could've gone wrong today hitting us.

"Anyway, today aside...I miss you" Blaine pouted, and I was glad to see those adorable puppy eyes weren't infected with terrifying black as they had been earlier. I pressed my forehead to his, thrilling at the fact that I could, winding my arms around his neck.

"I miss you too, I know things haven't been right between us...but after today..."

"I'm never letting you go again" he says in a small determined voice, "Never"

Blaine's eyes were wide and solemn, the flicks of golden hazel were bright with promise. I could see the internal conflict he seemed to be having, similar to how sometimes he would wince for no reason, or shake his head violently as if to get rid of an unwanted voice in his head.

"Blaine..."

I watched him close his eyes, breathing slowly, and then open them after a moments silence, pulling my body along the sheets until it was pressed securely against his.

"Yes?"

I took the leap, ignoring the embarrassment of having to say it out loud, fighting back to blush and whispering, low and close into Blaine's ear...

"Kiss me"

And that was it, after a final shudder and a hasty nod, firm lips were pressed against mine, moving expertly as two rough palms cradled my jaw. I squinted, making out Blaine's closed eyes and his long dark lashes fanned out against the dark circles above his cheekbones. Demons didn't sleep, Blaine had told me, Unless absolutely content.

Blaine's lips parted with a soft smack, pressing insistently against mine, as I slid my tongue in against his. He groaned. My fingers found their place in his hair, curly and unruly from the persistent wind that had quite obviously attacked his hair gel throughout the day of being outside.

Blaine broke away with a gasp, tilting my face to kiss down the side of my neck, one hand sliding up my chest to toy with the blue collar that was peeking out from underneath my zipped jacket. Our feet tangled as Blaine rolled on top, pinning me down and effectively breaking the kisses.

I stared into his eyes for a moment, slightly dilated, but in a way that just seemed humane, as if it was just his natural reaction to the make out. Regardless, I found some confidence from an unknown place and brought it up to the back of his neck, tugging at the stubborn tuft of hair at the bottom, pulling his face back to mine.

Breath mingling heavily between us, I sucked my boyfriend's lower lip between mine, earning a long and rather pornographic moan from Blaine which neither of us had time to blush at or be embarrassed for.

"Kurt," he gasped, still hovering above me, his arms outstretched to hold himself up. "Please" he continued, dropping down to his elbows so his face was centimetres from mine, diving sideways and pressing his lips to my neck once more, his hot breath panting out against my sweat-damp skin. God, this is like porn.

"Kurt..." he repeated, low and deep against my throat, his hands cradling my face ever so gently, which made the butterflies swarm in my stomach, just that little action, it was so Blaine. The real Blaine.

"Tell me to stop" he gasps, writhing against me, and I swore I could feel something hard and long brushing up against my leg.

"I-I can't, Oh god, Blaine" I rolled him over, feeling more dominant on top, swinging my legs either side of his body, resting down and straddling him, sitting just an inch above my boyfriend's pelvis.

His hands came up to grasp my hips, and I felt a stronger reaction in my jeans, my cock pressing harder against the rough material this way which caused both the most delicious and torturous pressure.

"Are you ready to-"

"No," Blaine shakes his head before I even finished my sentence. I just laughed, pressing a kiss to his lips. "You don't even know what I was going to say"

"We need to talk before we do anymore, Kurt" Blaine said, sounding pained but controlled despite our position, and he slips the tips of his cool fingers under my shirt where he is grasping my hips in a powerful grip.

"I don't want to..." I blushed, avoiding his intense gaze. "Go all the way yet,"

"Obviously" Blaine rolled his eyes fondly, smiling up at me patiently.

"Could we...try something new, though?" I suggested.

"I'd love that" he grins, making me want to blush even more, but I had no time, as he was pulling me down to crash our lips together once more. Before long, the hands at my hips were trailing upwards, grasping the hem of my shirt, tugging questioningly. I nodded against Blaine's shoulder, feeling him sinking his teeth into my neck and letting out an embarrassingly loud moan that I prayed to whoever was up there that Blaine's friends and Ricky didn't hear it from the single cracked window to the side of Blaine's room, overlooking the garden.

I let my fingertips trail along the neck-line of Blaine's t-shirt which had been hastily pulled on when entering the den, as he'd still been shirtless from training. Pity.

When Blaine undid the final button of my shirt and pushed my opened jacket from my shoulders, I tugged adamantly at his. "You too" I mumbled nervously, trying not to over-think the situation or I'd most definitely freak out and/or get cold feet and run a mile.

He paused, both palms splayed on my back as I leant back against them, sitting in his lap. He pressed a fleeting kiss to my lips as he lifted the red t-shirt over his head. I took the time to appreciate Blaine's muscled chest up close, letting out a nervous breath, he was perfect. I trailed my fingers along the tan skin, pressing my palm flat against his rapidly beating heart.

As soon as I felt the material slide from my shoulders I wanted to snatch it back up again, completely self-conscious after seeing Blaine. "Just as I imagined you" he let out a breath, a lazy smile tugging at his lips as his hands smoothed over my skin. "So gorgeous, baby"

"Baby?" I asked teasingly, "That's a new one" I wrapped my arms comfortably around his neck, kissing him like it would be the last time I'd ever see him again.

"Y' like that?" Blaine rasps, rocking his hips upwards so I could feel just how much this was affecting him. God, he feels big. I pressed downwards, silently pleading for more.

"Yes, Yes" my moans echoed off the walls, bouncing back to us, and I wasn't even ashamed about how loud we were becoming.

Thrilling at the reaction, Blaine moved his hands to the small of my back, pushing. "C'mon, baby"

"I-I'm gonna-"

"Can I?" Blaine asks, his eyes wide, panting and sweating as he hooks his fingertips into my jeans.

I can't believe I'm doing this. "Do it" I challenged, lifting my hips, undoing the button myself before Blaine's hands batted mine away, simultaneously sucking a hickey into my collarbone.

"So hot...Oh god..." Blaine rambled, kissing anywhere his lips could reach, sliding down the zipper and sliding his hand around to the top of my ass.

I reached out to tug at Blaine's sweats, which were hanging low on his hips, the band of his boxers peeking out of the top. Suddenly, I was on my back, and Blaine's sweats were around his knees, my jeans around my thighs.

How did this even happen, we were cuddling one minute, and now this? But boy, if it meant seeing Blaine like this, so unhinged and tragically beautiful, it was so, so worth it.

without warning, I felt fingers dipping into the waistband of my boxers, and I rolled on top once more, pushing my hips to rest on Blaine's stomach, urging him on. And then the most glorious feeling comes from nowhere, and a tight grip engulfs my throbbing cock, my head drops forward onto the headboard, giving me a convenient angle to stare at Blaine's teasing eyes as his fist glides slowly up and down. Just watching each other.

Losing the ability to breathe just adds to all the mindfuck because Blaine just moves his hand so torturously slow and kisses so frantically at the same time. I just groan, deeper than I ever thought I could, and all I can do is fist my hands into his hair, so hard it must hurt.

Those eyes, god damn you Blaine, those eyes. He squints up at me, eyes lazy and hooded, moving his hand faster now, grasping firmly, staring up at me as if challenging me. Oh fuck, is this what heaven feels like? I don't even remember coming, just remember my whole body setting on fire, coming alight as the stars exploded behind my closed eyelids.

I came to eventually, faced with the devastatingly handsome man beneath me, lying with his hands behind his head and a smug grin, and oh god, that was my come splattered all over his naked chest. My face burned at the image, and I leant forward to give Blaine a rewarding kiss, trailing my hand down to rub against his hard member, and that proud little grin I felt against my mouth disappeared immediately as he whined, thrashing his hips upwards. I slid my hand into his boxers, trying to feel just as confident as Blaine had appeared.

Hands came up to grasp my face, long and loud moans let out into my mouth, along with a fair share of 'oh fuck's and 'Kurt, yes, yes's. I gripped tighter and jerked faster than Blaine had, but kissed slower, more tantalisingly with more tongue.

Blaine came with an ear-splitting "FUCK" and shot all over his lower abdomen, some landing on my hand, as his chest rose up and down rapidly, panting hard and heavy into the crook of my neck.

"You're the fucking best"

He said finally, and I snorted, both of us doubling over in laughter at the hilarity of the situation. I figured afterwards that I must've just been nervous laughter to follow the awkward silence as we both caught our breath, but nothing really felt too awkward about this at all.

"Well," Blaine looked down to himself, mixed come splattered across the canvas of his tan-skinned body. "They never show this part in the movies" he laughs, and I could've sworn I'd heard a nervous hint in there somewhere from the almighty fearless badass that is Blaine Anderson.

"Wait there" I pressed a confident final kiss to Blaine's lips, leaving him there on the bed as I scrambled up awkwardly swinging my legs out of the straddling position. I tried to swish my hips a little more purposefully at the attempt of being sexy, but probably failed. I found a wash-cloth somewhere in the bathroom next door, running it under the warm water and returning to one smug boyfriend who was lying defeated on his back.

I blushed bright red as I cleaned him off, the water dripping down and trickling along his sides, making him squirm and his abs tense. Fuck you're so gorgeous. Eventually, the awkward silence passed, and we were giggling again, pressed together on the bed just as we'd started, on our sides facing each other.

We lay in silence for a while, drained of our energy. I shuddered in disbelief of something that had been so completely unexpected yet so completely perfect.

XOXO

"Do you think we're moving too fast?" Blaine had asked, as we sat across from each other at the breakfast bar in the empty kitchen. Blaine was making a smoothie for Sean who'd screamed, shouted and demanded one as soon as we'd returned, hands linked between us and secretive smiles on our faces. He really was high.

"I-no, I mean...I was... comfortable" I trailed off, feeling my face burn up and just wishing I could stick my head inside the fridge and stay there forever. I always seemed to be blushing around Blaine, it was becoming ridiculous.

Blaine cleared his throat, smirking slightly and reaching up to a top shelf to retrieve the lid to the blender. I tried my hardest to keep my eyes away from the view that my stretching boyfriend created. I tried, I really did.

My face turned hot again, god, why was Blaine always so cool about things like this?

"Were you?" I asked, noticing Blaine's confused expression when I did. "Comfortable, I mean."

"Oh! Oh," he blushed, yes! Finally! "I-yes, I was very comfortable, if you didn't notice" he trailed off with a wink, and I tried to hold back the proud smirk as I recalled the sounds Blaine had made when I finally wrapped my hand around him.

"Why do you ask?"

Blaine hesitated, pausing for a minute and putting the knife down from where he'd been chopping strawberries. "I just don't want either of us to... jump into something that we aren't ready for"

"So you're saying..."

"Oh god no!" he said, obviously noticing my assuming expression. "No, I'm not saying that I wasn't ready, I was. It's just...we didn't really discuss it beforehand, like we would normally do. Do you understand?"

I hummed. "I understand"

A silence fell over us momentarily, and Blaine went back to chopping. "We're discussing it now though, aren't we?" I stated.

I watched a gorgeous smile spread across my boyfriend's face, his twinkling eyes meeting mine as he chopped the last strawberry, offering it out with his hand and popping it into my mouth. "Exactly"

The door swung open, then, and Blaine tipped the contents of his chopping board into the blender, looking up to notice Miko rifling around in the fridge.

"What you looking for, Mike?"

Miko tapped his finger on his chin for a moment, staring at the fridge's contents, before he turned back to Blaine, his hands on his hips. "Food" he said, scratching his head. "Any idea where I can find some? The fridge is full of Ricky's shitty protein shakes and pre-made salads"

"Yeah, that would be for his new diet, stupid if you ask me, he's not got an ounce of fat on him" Blaine shook his head, walking around the breakfast bar and sliding behind me, between the back of my chair and the counter, being sure to brush his fingers against my shoulders as he passed. I shivered. This new sexual tension hanging in the air was killing me.

Blaine made his way round to the dark haired boy, shuffling past him and banging around in various cupboards and shelves before finding a bag of Doritos and throwing them to Miko.

"Thanks man," he grinned, catching them in mid-air. He'd just opened the bag and stuffed at least 5 Doritos into his mouth when he paused, turning on his heels slowly and holding out an accusing finger. "Wai-, Where were ou gwuys eawlier?" He said around a mouthful of food, narrowing his eyes at Blaine, who shied away under the intense gaze and scratched the back of his neck (a nervous habit I'd come to realise) and looked helplessly at me.

"Uhhh..." Blaine started but didn't finish.

Miko's eyes widened comically, and he began shouting "Dude!" He flailed around, and I couldn't tell whether this was a good thing or a bad thing. "You guys were totally fucking!"

Blaine turned bright red, burying his face into his hands, and I mostly just sat there in shock. "Miko, I swear, shut the hell up or I will beat you to the god-damn ground!" He groaned, half-smirking and half-serious, trying to hold back a laugh as his friend danced around in circles yelling "I'm telling Ricky!" over and over again.

"You dare, Miko" Blaine warned, a laugh escaping, looking over at me with apologetic eyes, before groaning again at his friend. "You're incorrigible!"

Miko just opened the patio doors, and screamed at the top of his lungs. "Hey Ricky! You'll never guess what your little brother Blainey-Boo has been up to! He's fooling around with Kurtie! They're fucking! The cherry has been popped! The dragon has left it's cage! The sausage has-"

Blaine cut him off (THANK GOD) by finally lunging at him, securing a hand over his mouth and dragging him away from the door, just as a few hollers sounded, clearly from Sean, "WOO! Way to go Blainers! You're the maaan Kurt!"

I let my head fall into my hands, deciding whether to groan or burst out laughing, just lying there as Blaine wrestled with Miko, both laughing uncontrollably. It was mere seconds before Ricky came bursting through the door.

"What is this I hear?! My baby brother is fooling around with some guy?!" He mock gasps, winking at me probably to make sure not to offend me.

"Ricky! Fuck off!" Blaine gasped, laughing from the floor where Miko was promptly sitting on him to ensure he couldn't escape.

Ricky proceeded to jump on top of both of them, screaming "PILE ON!" and crushing Blaine in the process, tickling at his sides where he was lying defenceless under two bodies. I was more than pleased at the fact that as soon as Blaine escaped, he ran straight into my arms. I wrapped them around his waist and hooked my chin over his shoulder as he glared menacingly at the two other boys.

"Kurt will protect me from your evil, evil ways" he said with narrowed eyes, crossing his arms over his chest mockingly.

This was the moment, the moment I realised that this was Blaine. The real Blaine. The Blaine who jokes around with his friends and isn't afraid to make a fool of himself; not uptight serious Blaine who is overconfident and rude. The parasite that controls him. I just hugged him tighter, as Ricky and Miko returned outside, racing each other like children back to the glass hut at the end of the long path.

XOXO

1 New Message. From: Mercedes. 3.15PM.

Hey, are you with Blaine?

Why did she want to know that...? I settled back into Blaine's arms, we were snuggled together on the floating loveseat in the den, ignoring everyone else in favour of soaking up some of the early appearing spring sun that was shining through the glass ceiling at odd angles.

Yes...why?

Have you been on Facebook recently?

I snorted, did anyone go on facebook nowadays?

Uh..no why?

I chewed at my fingernails, nervously tapping my phone against my leg until I felt it buzz again and hastily unlocked it.

Because I just went on to send Sam something, and Karofsky's status got me a little shook up...you might wanna check it out...or get Blaine to

Blaine pulled the phone from my hands, and I didn't even bother to snatch it back, letting him read through the texts and then pulling me closer against his chest.

"What is she talking about?" He asked, confusion clear in his voice as he clicked onto the facebook app.

I sighed, not needing this right now. Why did Karofsky have to continue making appearances in my life just as soon as it was getting better? "I don't know, check"

I let my head loll sideways onto Blaine's chest, watching him glare at my phone when it took too long to load.

After a short while, Blaine spoke. "He's threatening me" I heard him grind his teeth together, and immediately Ricky and Sean stood, hovering almost protectively over Blaine.

"How is he threatening you?"

"He wrote an indirect status, and there are a few comments from his shit head friends mocking me, he says he wants another fight. To 'prove we're even' or something.

"Why the hell would he do that? Wasn't he pretty shook up after last time you beat him to the ground?"

"Yes. But this time he's bringing friends"

The room quietens then, and it seems as though a silent mutual agreement is made, and Miko stands too, nodding at Blaine in a secretive manner.

"Blaine," I warned, trailing off hesitantly. "Don't tell me you're going to do something that you'll regret"

"I'm not doing anything, he's starting it. If anything it's self defence!" Blaine flails, and then brushes my hair behind my ear. "Don't worry, Kurt, it'll be fine"

"Whenever you say that, things always end up the opposite" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"I can't sit back and let him mock me, or challenge me, whatever. I should fight back" Blaine says finally, looking up to Ricky with a determined look on his face.

"Well..." Ricky starts, trailing off and looking far off into the distance somewhere into the garden. "You clearly can't do this alone, Blaine, especially not in training season"

Blaine rolls his eyes. "Obviously"

Ricky frowns at him. "So if this 'Karofsky' kid has any problems, you'll call us, right?"

"Or we'll come to school with you, can we do that?" Sean suggests, looking to his girlfriend questioningly.

"I doubt it" Nicole shrugs.

"If he wants a real fight, we will do it outside of school" Miko grunts, folding his arms across his chest. "Otherwise he's only doing it to try and humiliate you, or he's just a pussy."

Blaine laughs. "Well said"

"So we wait?" Sean challenges.

Ricky sighs once more, sinking back down into his chair. "We wait"

XOXO

The following days at school were met with hushed whispers in the corridor whenever Blaine and Dave would cross paths, both glaring menacingly at each other, Blaine most likely more than Dave. Karofsky hadn't yet made any moves, but Finn said that he'd overheard Azimio boasting in the locker rooms about how they were all going to 'tear him apart' and things were starting to become serious. I had no doubts that Blaine could defend himself, there was no doubt about that. But what if he seriously hurt someone? Or Ricky did? Or any of the other guys?

My thoughts are plagued with images of O'Connor's broken face, the image of Blaine pulling him by the scruff of his neck, collar and all out of the tiny square window in my basement-bedroom, and never once seeing that face again. I'm sure Blaine thought I'd forgotten that night. I hadn't. It haunts me.

My nightmares have become more haunted, and twisted evil versions of Blaine are beginning to make quite the star appearance in most of my dreams, always including at least one person that Blaine has murdered.

Lest we forget that this boy murdered his father before he'd even turned 10. He was a cold-blooded killer. But he was still Blaine.

"What are you so deep in thought about?" A grumbling voice came into hearing, and I noticed Blaine slumped back against the locker next to mine.

"Just thinking" I mumbled in reply, turning back to retrieve my art book.

"Yes. What about?" He said impatiently, tapping his foot back against the metal of the bottom row of lockers, this would usually be the moment where Blaine would pull out his enormous headphones and stick them over his ears, but after a quick lecture about how anti-social that was from me one day, he'd began to use them less and less.

"Karofsky," I sighed. "You, Everything." Blaine looked up at my short list, raising an eyebrow and then slinging an arm around my shoulder, pulling me flush against him.

"I know you're worried. You don't need to be"

I nodded against his chest, keeping my mouth shut before everything just came bursting out and I'd say everything that I'd been holding in for the past week.

The bell rang and students hurried to class, as I remained glued to Blaine. We had art together next anyway, Miss Ashley wouldn't be bothered if we were late.

"Blaine," I decided to just go for it. "Can I ask you something?"

"Go on" he said, not really paying attention, as he watched something over my head.

"Do you ever...think about your parents?"

That snapped him out of his daydream. He stared back at me with angered eyes, his jaw tightening. "Why do you want to know that?" He said, defensive, pulling his arms back from my waist and busying himself with picking an imaginary loose thread on his sleeve.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't know if you...I mean, I didn't know whether you were comfortable talking about it but I just wondered so-"

"No," he said bluntly, pulling away from me at last, breaking all contact and walking towards our classroom. "I don't feel comfortable talking about it."

And that was that.

Blaine stormed inside the classroom with an angry air about him which made the skinny green-eyed boy who was hovering in between the tables, trying to find a suitable paintbrush practically jump backwards to avoid the path of angry Blaine who'd stormed through the centre and slammed his bag onto the floor next to his seat.

Miss Ashley met my confused gaze and shrugged her shoulders in agreement, clapping her hands once and beginning to speak. I sighed, taking my seat and deciding that I'd talk to Blaine about it at the end of the day where we met at our usual place.

XOXO

Blaine wasn't stood waiting by my locker at the end of the day. I panicked, wondering if I'd really taken it too far and scared Blaine away.

I checked my phone, sighing in frustration when I found no texts or missed calls from said boyfriend.

To: Blaine

Where are you?

I watched as people fled past, chatting noisily and all rushing to the doors to get home. I caught one of the jocks' eye and was met with a challenging glare, and it was clear to see that he was looking around to see whether I had Blaine with me, deciding on whether he could approach me or not.

My phone buzzed.

From: Blaine

Detention.

I groaned, half in annoyance but half in relief. I walked briskly in the direction where I knew Blaine would be, trying to escape the group of forming jocks whom were all staring at me now, as I stood defenceless against them all. Shit, I need to get to Blaine.

Upon entering the 'detention room', I wasn't surprised at the fact that it was only Blaine sat there, at the back of the room swinging on his chair and staring at something in his hands. Mr Childs sat at the front, and nodded at me when I entered, at that point I was glad that it was him on duty, because he remembered me from his class last year, as I was the only student who listened to him instead of mocked him.

I walked to the back, sliding in between the singular tables. "What did you do now?" I sighed, resting down on the table next to Blaine's.

"Got my knife out in class" he grumbles, slicing said knife against the desktop, carving in some sort of shape into the soft wood and popping it out into the pile of already carved wood chunks at his feet.

"I'm sure there's more to the story than that-"

"Why are you here?" I felt my heart sink in my chest at his icy tone, and I could've sworn I'd seen a look of regret cross Blaine's face.

"I just...there was a group of jocks and they were staring and...about to come over and you weren't there, so.." I trailed off, looking out of the window of the empty school.

Blaine went to stand, but a throat being cleared from the front of the classroom made him slump back in his chair dejectedly. "I'm sorry I wasn't there" he mumbles. And then finally, a huge sigh is released and he grabs my hand. "And I'm sorry about earlier"

I let him pull me closer, as I stand next to where he sits.

"I don't know what came over me it's just- I don't usually...talk about that" he clears his throat. "That kinda stuff, I mean...it isn't as if I don't feel comfortable telling you, as I lied before...I just don't... I don't really-"

"Honestly Blaine you don't have to worry about it, it wasn't my place to ask"

I watched as he glanced to the clock, tracking the time, groaning when he seen that he had just over 15 minutes left to endure, pulling me closer to him and burying his face in my stomach.

Mr Childs eventually sighs, closing his folder with a heavy thud, "Alright boys, you can leave, I don't wanna stay in here any longer than you do" he shrugs his bag onto his shoulder and walks straight out of the classroom, leaving us with completely confused faces and small smiles.

I let Blaine hug me tightly against him, until we both feel his phone vibrating in his front jacket pocket, and I fish it out to see Ricky's name flashing across the screen.

"Hey Rik, I-"

"Where are you?"

"At school, why?"

"Are you inside?"

"Just coming out now...What's going o-"

"That Dave kid and his cronies are outside waiting to jump you"

"I-what?"

"I came to pick you up because we're going to Sean's, and I can see them from the car."

Blaine looked over at me, contemplating, tangling his fingers with mine.

"Are the boys with you now?"

"Of course"

"Are we ready?"

A pause. "Yes"

"Okay"

and with that, Blaine hung up the phone, pulling me quickly towards the double doors that I knew Dave and all the others were waiting behind, ready to attack Blaine or at least threaten him. I pulled my hand back, yanking Blaine to a halt.

I shot him a warning look, and he raised his eyebrows. "What?"

"Don't get hurt" I said, kissing his cheek. He looked amused at the fact I even thought that he could be beaten in anyway.

"Just stay close to me please, Kurt" he says simply, and kisses me long and hard, throwing an arm around my back and guiding me towards the blue doors, blasting open with harsh sunlight and cold air when Blaine pulled on the handles, and we stepped out into the unknown.

XOXO

A/N: I'm sorry this was a little rushed. Let me know if there's anything specific you want to see or see more of in this fic in reviews please. Thanks!

Love, Ell X