Chapter Summary: Andrew.

A/N: Once more into the breach, my friends. I am so so sorry for the delay. You get two chapters instead of one in recompense! More in my Author's Note for the next chapter.

"I knew you'd come."

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"…This isn't…"

"This isn't what?"

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"What it looks like."

"And what does it look like?"

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"… Look, I don't want—I don't like you. I didn't come here just because you wanted me to, I—I don't even want to be near you right now."

"But that's a lie, isn't it? Because you keep coming back, Blaine. You want this just as much as I do."

"No. I don't. Stop… stop saying my name like that."

"Like what?"

"Just—stop.

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Don't—"

"—Touch you? Why not? Isn't that the reason you're here?

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Oh, now, this isn't so bad, is it?"

"I-I… I need you to help me build walls."

"In your mind?"

"Yes."

"Planning on locking yourself away from the rest of the world?"

"From you, ye—aah!Aa—!"

"Insulting me isn't the way to gain my cooperation."

"Let go—L-Let—!"

"I'm sorry, I thought you wanted me to help you build walls?"

"You bast—god!"

"Do you feel that? That's the magic telling you it wants this. You want this."

"Stop it!"

"Feel it. Just feel, Blaine. It feels good, doesn't it?"

(a cry)

"Doesn't it?"

"I don't—!"

"God, you're such an idiot. You don't even know why it feels like this, why you keep coming back for more, do you? All you care about is shutting it all out because it's gotten too much for you. Do you want to know what this feels like, Blaine? What your body is telling you every time someone tries something with you? That feeling you get every time I pull magic out of you, that's got you crying out, arching into me like a whore, that's sex, Blaine. It feels like sex."

"F-funny, I was going to say rape. But hey, tomato, toma—AAH—F-fu—!"

"Shut up. You need to stop talking while I'm talking. I'm making a point here!

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Better. You're the one who wanted walls, and I'm building them for you. But I'm not going to let you just ease into it. If you want me to help you block everything out, you're going to feel every single feeling you're hiding from while we do so. Focus. Focus on me, focus on what I'm feeling. Focus on Dalton, on every emotion pressing into your tiny little brain right now. Feel it, Blaine. Don't pay attention to anything but what I'm telling you to feel.

That's it. Relax. Don't block it out. Just feel.

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There you go…

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Now feel it as it disappears. It feels empty, right? This is what you've chosen, this is what walls do. Shut yourself off from us and this is what you'll always feel: empty. You're running away from yourself and you're running away from me and it's stupid, Blaine. We're meant to do this. That's why the magic is so addicting, because it's meant to be handled. Dalton knows how to handle it. I know how to handle it. I've been brought up my whole life learning how to handle you, Blaine—just let me.

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Oh, sorry, forgot. You can talk now."

(coughing)

"I hate you."

"That's just the headache talking."

"Get your hands off of me. I don't enjoy this. I will never enjoy this."

"Never say never, Blaine."

"I will never enjoy this. I don't care what you've been 'trained' to do or what it is you think you've learned—I don't want to be 'handled', or fucking emotionally-raped! Meeting up with you and letting you try things, that's what makes me feel empty. I came here to have you help shield my mind, because for some fucking reason you're the only one in this place who seems to be able to handle complicated magic like that—not because I want more of anything you have to offer me. This is the last time I'm ever coming to you."

"Are you trying to say you only came here to use me?"

"Welcome to the club."

"I'm not going to let you just cut me off. I was born for this, I was born for you! Blaine—!"

(a cry)

"If you ever fucking touch me again I swear I will rip you apart, do you understand me?"

"You can't run from this. Those walls aren't going to cut you off from what the magic really wants!"

"I am the magic! And I know what it is I want! I'm sick of being manipulated into feeling what you want me to feel! None of it was ever me, Andrew, it was only ever you, and it's over now."

"Just keep telling yourself that. You're stuck here, pretty-boy. Stuck at Dalton and stuck with me. You can pretend you don't want this for as long as you want, I don't care. I'm patient. But I helped build those walls; and one day, when you've forgotten they're there? I'll tear them down. And you'll be so overwhelmed with how much you feel me, how much you want me, that you'll be begging me to touch you."

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"… I will never beg you for anything. Never."

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"Never say never, beautiful."