A/N: As promised, here's chapter 12! Which is... Um... I thiiiink I'll just leave you to your own judgment on this ;) Stay tuned for chapter 13 this Saturday!

Enjoy, my loves!

xoxo,

Effie

Chapter 12 - Even Angels Have Their Demons

"Push harder!" Blaine exclaimed.

"Blaine, I, I think… Blaine, I'm almost there!"

"Come on, just a little, more… YES! OH MY GOD, KURT, YES!" Blaine shouted and then his knees gave way.

Kurt slumped on the ground, wiping the beads of sweat on his forehead. "Why do pianofortes have to be so heavy, pray tell me."

Blaine chuckled and turned to catch a glimpse of Kurt's profile, and then he crawled and fell on the ground beside him with a small 'plop'.

"And on top of that, they want us to push it on the stage. They're out to kill us, I tell you", he said, still out of breath. "We could be practising, but no, we should place the pianoforte. And now I'm just too tired to choreograph, let alone deal with Rachel's hysterics" he continued, resting his head against the piano.

"I can't believe I hesitated to believe you when you told me she was mental", Kurt laughed, placing his head on Blaine's shoulder.

Blaine smiled and closed his eyes. "That should teach you never to doubt me."

Life was good. The mix of their companies was proving a successful move, which meant more shows, which meant traveling to great places and having tons of fun. Furthermore, it meant that everyone was so busy and tired all the time, Blaine and Kurt had even more time than usual to spend with each other. It was a more than welcome break from all the havoc that seemed to be their life at the moment.

The next stop would be Ohio, near Kurt's hometown, which set the young man on edge. Blaine could sense it, but was unable to extract a word from him lips.

"Sweetheart… Don't you think we should discuss our next stop?"

Kurt sighed. "Blaine, I have told you a million times, there is nothing to discuss."

"I object vehemently", Blaine told him in a stern voice, and then kneeled before him. "If you tell me that there is nothing to be nervous about, considering the fact the very person who was the reason you were sentenced to death, of all things, could very well be sitting in the audience, then I—"

Kurt kissed his last words away. "I'll be fine, I promise. The last I've heard of him, he is in Washington right now, and in any case, I left when I was sixteen. You can't imagine what four years can do to a person's exterior."

Blaine was still nervous. "Still, what if someone recognises you? What about your father – and don't tell me he won't recognise you either, a father always recognises his own child, and you know it."

Kurt smiled faintly. "My father hates the circus, which is one of the main reasons I joined one. That way, he will never find me, and he will carry on with his life…"

"Thinking that you are dead!" Blaine objected. "Kurt, do you realise how much that must have cost him? How broken he must feel?"

"Oh, because it didn't cost me anything, I was not at all broken when I left him – when I left my entire life behind me – because I was on the verge of getting executed, in case you forgot!" Kurt had stood on his feet and stared down at Blaine as if he was deranged.

Blaine shook his head. "I didn't mean that, you know I didn't –"

"Then what on the world could you have meant, if not that I am a selfish, cruel brat that brought pain to his father, his only friend and family, just because it fancied me?"

Blaine had stood facing Kurt, his hands on his waist. "Do you really need to do this? Put words in my mouth that I have never used? I merely meant that you should talk to him, see if there is any other way for things to be – trust me, it would have pained him less than thinking you are dead, for heavens sake!"

"Oh, because you are an expert in all things family – Blaine, you don't even know who your father, who your mother was!"

As soon as the words fell from his mouth, Kurt opened his eyes wide in terror. "Sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to –"

Blaine stood still, his face emotionless, his eyes vacant. "Go away, please."

"Blaine, no, no, I'm so so sorry, I didn't think – "

"Just go away!" Blaine shouted angirly, tears streaking his cheeks, and then he made to the exit.

Kurt watched his back as it dissapeared from his sight. He held his ground, numb, afraid of what power a few words held.

The next week was hell, for both of them. Kurt raised his eyes every time someone passed his vision, hoping it would be Blaine, that he would have understood how sorry he was, or at least that he would sit there long enough for him to explain and apologise. But, of course, it never was him.

In fact, Blaine was only in two places that week; the big tent and his own tent. When he didn't have to practise his numbers, he sat on his matress, looking at his hands. It never bothered him that his mother hadn't given birth to him, that his father found him at his porch; he never thought twice about the Schuesters as his family. But apparently, the world did think twice about him. Was there something amiss, because his father's surname wasn't his own? Was there something wrong, because his mother had never given birth?

Obviously, there was. Even Kurt could see it.

Blaine bit his lips until he could taste blood. The coppery taste only brought more tears in his eyes, and suddenly there he was, shaking from sobs he had buried deep within him.

It wasn't just that there was something wrong with him, although that was the main reason. It was also that, although he had tried to love Kurt as well as he could, he eventually saw what was wrong – something Blaine himself had yet to find out – and turned away.

All week, Kurt made no move to reach him. Blaine didn't talk to him, first because he was still mad at him, but then also because he didn't want to push things. It was obvious that Kurt didn't want any conection to him.

There wasn't much light in his tent, only what the moon and stars would allow; but still, he could see a shadow on the soil. He turned around and saw Kurt's dark figure at the entrance of his tent.

"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes", Blaine breathed.

Kurt stood there, his face obscured from the night. "I couldn't do it anymore."

"I understand", Blaine whispered, turning his face away.

"What do you understand?"

"That you don't want to be with me anymore. It's alright, it's actually a wonder you made it so long. I just hope we can still be friends, because you are by far the most astonishing person to ever grace the Earth" Blaine said, a sad smile on his lips.

"What in the deuce are you talking about?" Blaine was surprised by the swear, and turned to Kurt's bewildered face only inches away from his. "Do you listen to yourself? Blaine Devon Anderson, why on Earth would I ever want not to be with you?"

Blaine looked at him like a deer in the headlights. "Because…" his voice trailed off.

Kurt chuckled, and then held his face in his hands. "Blaine… I love you. It may be early to say, it may be a sin to say, it may not even matter to you - but I do. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I will be damned if I ever make you doubt that."

Blaine was dumbstruck. "Kurt…" He couldn't match his thoughts to words, so he kissed his lover's lips instead.

He could feel Kurt smile underneath the kiss. "Now that's more like it", he breathed, and continued to kiss him.

A/N contd: YOU HATE ME, RIGHT? RIGHT? Eva certainly does... Oh you should see the betaed chapter file, it's gold ;)