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As he sat in his Friday Glee club meeting, Kurt made note of all the songs Rachel Berry mentioned. He would find a way to sing them better than her; after all she was his greatest competition. Not to be mistaken though, Rachel was one of Kurt's best and closest friends at McKinley High. They have had their fair share of conflicts though, including Rachel dating his ex-crush/step brother.

Kurt found it wise to befriend someone with the same ambitions and goals as him. They were each other's greatest benefactors and enemies- quite an odd friendship indeed. Through all this, they had been able to maintain their infamous roller coaster type relationship, and to be honest, Rachel has been there for Kurt a lot this past year.

He sat there next to Finn and his other best friend, Mercedes, when he felt his cell phone vibrate in his pocket. It was Carole's number that came up on his caller ID display, but she never called him during school so he let it ring- maybe she had called the wrong number? All of a sudden the loudspeaker crackled and a voice rang through,

"Will Kurt Hummel and Finn Hudson come to the school office?"

They both exchanged glances and Mr. Shue dismissed them from the meeting to leave. Kurt grabbed his bag, already having a bad feeling about this. Finn and Kurt made their way down the hall and into the main office. The secretary pointed them to the phone in the corner of the room. Kurt picked up the receiver and pressed the flashing button.

"Hello" he said in a shaky voice.

"Kurt, is Finn with you, it's Carole?"

"Yes, he's right here." Kurt replied.

"Oh Kurt," she said in a broken voice, "it's Burt; he's had another heart attack."

Kurt's heart dropped and he gripped the receiver tighter, letting Carole continue yet not really hearing what she was saying.

"He was working in the shop and went to lie down for a while, his co-workers went to check on him before they left and found him passed out on the ground. I'm at the hospital right now," She cried into the phone.

Kurt pulled the phone away from his ear and handed it to Finn, unable to speak. He could hear Carole continuing to sob as she explained it to Finn. When he hung up the phone, Kurt gripped his bag and they made their way out to Kurt's car, neither of them speaking. They drove to the Lima Hospital in silence, how could this happen again a year later?

Upon arriving, they both rushed inside the building and found Carole waiting for them in the lobby.

"They say he's stable but in a coma-like state, they'll contact us as soon as he wakes up." Carole explained to them.

"Can we still go see him?" Kurt spoke for the first time in an hour or so.

"Sure honey, he's just down the hall in room 103." Carole said.

Kurt made his way down the hallway and found his father's room. This was all too familiar. He hesitated before opening the door. Burt was there, lying motionless on the sterile hospital bed. Kurt took a seat on the uncomfortable chair next to the bed. He sat and took in the room, everything was so...depressing: the white walls with their white baseboards with the white beds and the white floors. It was all so plain. Clean was one thing, but this was something else.

Kurt reached over and took Burt's hand in his. He watched his father breathe steadily, hoping for him to open an eye or move a finger- anything. Then he began to speak,

"Hi dad, I can't believe I'm doing this again. Okay well, the thing is, you have to wake up. I know now we have Finn and Carole but I need you, I already lost mom, I can't lose you, not again. You really need to take better care of yourself, better than last time. So please dad, wake up, say something, please, I love you!"

At this point Kurt found himself crying, why did this have to happen again? Hasn't he been through enough that he really needs to go through this again? Maybe this time Burt won't wake up…No, he couldn't think that way. After realizing that what his father needed best now was sleep, Kurt made his way out of the room with one last glance back.

Kurt emerged back in the waiting room and took a seat beside Finn who immediately put his arm around Kurt. A year ago, Kurt would have been ecstatic at the gesture but those feelings no longer lay in his heart and he took comfort in the brotherly embrace.

After sitting for a few more hours, the three of them decided to go home, Kurt not even protesting at this point. He took his own car home, telling Carole that he might stop by Rachel's house. Though she protested he blew her off, pulling his keys out of his bag. Kurt drove down the dark, practically empty, highway and made his way back towards her house.

When Kurt arrived in the driveway, Rachel's front door flew open as she ran to him.

"Oh my God, what happened to you?" she exclaimed.

Kurt stayed silent and gestured for her to join him; they pulled away and began driving again when he replied,

"My dad had another heart attack."

"Oh, Kurt..." Rachel sighed and reached for his hand which he immediately brushed off. He didn't need comfort now, not anymore. They continued on their way, stopping to get some fast food, it was then that Kurt realized that he hadn't eaten all day. There was something about greasy food that almost soothed a person.

"I'm really sorry this happened again Kurt." Rachel broke the silence.

"Why would you be sorry, it's not like youcould control it." Kurt snapped.

"I'm just trying to be a supportive friend." She replied.

"Really, or are you just trying to uphold your reputation at Finn's girlfriend?" He argued.

Rachel's head snapped towards Kurt, quite frustrated and upset that he would say something like that.

"What are you talking about? Of course I care; I'm your best friend!"

"Yeah, some best friend you are, you didn't even call me or show any concern at school and now you get to just sit there and pretend to care?" Kurt continued to yell at her.

Rachel stayed silent after Kurt had finished, clearly very hurt but what had just been said to her. She turned her head away to gaze out the window.

"Take me home." She said not looking back at him.

Kurt knew he had messed up when Rachel was silenced; she was always one to voice her feelings. What was happening to him?

When they arrived at the Berry household, Rachel stormed out of the car, slamming the door in her wake and yelling back at the car,

"You can expect no more phone calls from me, Kurt Hummel."

She hurried into the house, leaving Kurt there in silence. He drove, not knowing where but not wanting to go home. Is it really a home without his dad there? Kurt found himself stopped near a park- not just any park- but the one his parents used to bring him to.

He got out of his car and made his way towards the swing-set; they were always his favourite. Countless days spent here with his parents pushing him on the swings, laughing and giggling along with him. He sat on one of the old swings with the slightly rusty handles, swinging slowly back and forth.

Kurt leaned forward and put his head in his hands, crying softly. All he wanted- more than anything at this point- was for his father to be healthy. He could never imagine a life always having to be worrying about Burt or awaiting another phone call like the one earlier today.

A slight wind blew past him and he buried his head further into his arms. When Kurt looked up, he quietly gasped for there was another boy sitting on the swing adjacent to him. He made to run away, but the boy held his hand up in a silent plea to stay, and for some reason, Kurt did.

The boy stood as well and moved closer to Kurt, brushing a stray hair that had fallen loose behind his ear. Kurt flinched slightly but didn't pull away; he was compelled by the boy.

He was shorter than Kurt, standing at 5"8, with curly dark brown hair and beautiful hazel eyes. He was staring at Kurt in a lustful way, his eyes darkening until they became a solid, onyx black. This startled Kurt and he began to feel unnerved around the boy.

"Well aren't you beautiful? What's your name?" The boy asked.

Kurt stayed quiet, fearing what he would do next.

"Shy, are we? Well then, my name's Blaine Anderson, though you'll get used to that name soon enough." He continued.

Kurt stared at him and exhaled,

"My name is Kurt, what do you want with me?"

Blaine laughed at that.

"Ah, straight to the point aren't you? Well Kurt, I'm here to make you a deal."

"I'm not interested in drugs or whatever else your selling." Kurt replied shakily and Blaine laughed even harder at that.

"No, I'm afraid I don't sell anything like that, you see, what I sell can't be bought anywhere else. It is a bond, a promise that will either make you or break you, and only I can give you it."

Kurt found himself trembling slightly and continued staring into those black eyes- only hunger and danger stared back. This whole situation screamed hazard at Kurt, but he couldn't find a way to make himself move and instead found himself asking,

"W-what is it?"

Blaine paused for a moment and stared right into Kurt's eyes, it felt as if he was staring into his soul. Then he propositioned,

"I can make your father clear of all health problems and live a very long life."

Kurt was taken aback by this, how did this mysterious Blaine know about his father or that he was sick? He couldn't stop himself from asking,

"H-how could you do that?"

Blaine circled around Kurt, lightly dragging his hands across his back and along his arms as he spoke,

"You see Kurt, I'm something called a demon. I am neither a god nor a human. I live between the two and do the works of the devil, making peoples dreams come true yet gathering prizes for myself in return. I search out and make offers to people who are too weak or too desperate to know better."

Kurt had heard enough at this point and made to run for his car but Blaine grasped him around the waist and pulled him to his chest, whispering in his ear,

"You seem like someone who is desperate enough to agree to this."

Kurt struggled in his arms while asking,

"And what would you want in return?"

Blaine thought about this for a moment, placing light kisses along Kurt's neck as he did.

"You." He decided.

"Excuse me?" Kurt gasped, trying to turn in Blaine's arms.

"I will make your father completely healthy with the ability to live a long life, and in return you will belong to me- forever. I think the human definition would be boyfriend, but slave works just as fine." Blaine explained.

Kurt gulped and squirmed until Blaine finally let him go. Burt would live a long life and in turn Kurt would have to sacrifice ever falling in love with someone and being with them. If Kurt does not agree to this, then Burt has a good chance of dying far earlier than he deserves, which Blaine had just informed him about. But if he does agree, then he will never have the epic romance he has dreamed about his entire life.

Either give up his dream or give up his father.

"I'll do it." Kurt said heart-brokenly; either way he doesn't win. He wrapped his arms around his middle, suddenly feeling dizzy.

"Perfect." Blaine agreed, flashing Kurt a bright, dazzling smile.

Kurt felt his stomach churn as he asked,

"Isn't there some sort of handshake or contract to finalize this?"

"Well in our case it would be a kiss." Blaine said slyly.

"A wha-" Kurt was cut off as Blaine pulled him close and claimed his lips, kissing Kurt fiercely and igniting what was going a be a long and trouble filled promise.

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Back at the Lima Hospital, Burt Hummel- who had been lying in his uncontaminated hospital bed- opened his eyes.