Blaine opened his eyes the following morning, unsure of just what had woken him. He blinked the sleep away and took in his surroundings. He was in Kurt's old house. In Idris. 

He remembered then what had happened the previous day. The fight with his dad, the hurt he'd felt from what he and his uncle had said to him, the confession he had made to Kurt.

The confession he had made to Kurt.

He smiled, remembering everything. Kurt liked him back. Kurt had kissed him and held him and told him he was worth something, made him feel as if he was worth something. That was something no one had ever done for him. Blaine had felt so alone and so useless for as long as he could remember. He couldn't ever remember feeling differently. His parents were hardly ever there and when they were, they didn't listen to him or encourage him, or do anything, really. Things felt different now, better.

He tilted his head sideways to look at the beautiful boy in the bed next to him. The beautiful boy was smiling at him.

"Hi."

"Hi," Blaine replied, his mouth developing into a smile.

"What are you thinking?" Kurt asked, quietly. "You looked so lost in thought."

Blaine shifted so that he was facing Kurt completely. Kurt did the same. Blaine's heart skipped a beat when Kurt smiled and the smile was evident in those cyan shining eyes.

"I was thinking that this is real," Blaine told him.

"It is," Kurt chuckled very lightly.

"And I can kiss you if I want to."

"Correct."

"And I want to," Blaine told him.

"Then do it," Kurt shrugged a bit.

"But I like looking at you."

"You’ve been looking at me for days now," Kurt said, laughing.

"Never gets boring," Blaine said, before moving forward and catching Kurt's mouth with his own.

Blaine moved across so that he was semi on top of Kurt, his left hand moving to cup his cheek, his right one holding onto his shoulder. He felt Kurt's arms encompassing his waist, as they deepened the kiss. Kurt hummed a little as Blaine pulled away for air, his lips lingering against Kurt's. Kurt smiled up at him, eyes half-lidded.

"I'll never get tired of that feeling," Blaine uttered against Kurt's mouth.

"What feeling?" Kurt asked, voice a little raspy, his breath warm on Blaine's lips.

"That feeling that you're part of me. That I've finally done something right. That my mind and my heart and my.. my everything is exploding. I don't know," Blaine shook his head, wishing he could explain everything he was feeling. He didn't know enough words and at the same time, words didn't feel like enough. "It's like I can feel you. In here," he raised a hand to his heart. "I know we haven't known each other for long, but I feel like I've known you all my life. Is that weird?"

Kurt smiled and Blaine's breath caught in his chest.

"No," Kurt told him. "Not weird at all. I know what you mean, because I feel it, too."

Blaine's heart was beating wildly and it gave him comfort to know that it didn't matter whether or not Kurt could feel just how hard it was beating any more. 

"You do?"

Kurt gave him a nod.

"Don't you have some kind of quote for this moment?"

Kurt grinned and looked thoughtful for a few heart beats.

"'Two souls with but a single thought,'" he spoke clearly. "'Two hearts that beat as one.'"

"Keats," Blaine offered. 

"Was that a guess? Or did you know already?"

"A guess," Blaine told him truthfully.

"Oh," Kurt smiled. "Well, you're wrong. It was Baron Eligius Franz Joseph von Münch-Bellinghausen, but people often mistake it to have been Keats."

"Wow," Blaine said. "That's one hell of a name."

"He's better known as Friedrich Halm," Kurt apprised him.

"How do you do it?"

"Do what?" Kurt asked, the bridge of his nose wrinkling.

"You know," Blaine said. "How do you remember all this stuff? Your head is so filled with so many interesting and knowledgeable things and I can barely remember what I had for dinner yesterday."

"You didn't eat dinner yesterday, because Isabelle cooked," Kurt smirked.

"Funny," Blaine returned his smirk. "I'm serious, though. We are dire opposites, Kurt."

"Well," Kurt said, flipping Blaine over, so that he was beneath him. "Sometimes," Kurt went on, as he reached across and pushed a few stray curls back from Blaine's forehead. "Opposites attract."

And then Kurt's lips covered Blaine's smile and Blaine forgot everything except Kurt, because Kurt was all he needed.

They decided to walk down to Angel Square again to find out how things stood with regards to Valentine and the war. The Clave were in session inside the Accord's Hall again and Shadowhunters of all ages were gathered outside, waiting for news, Kurt guessed. 

"This doesn't look good," Blaine uttered.

"Try listen to what they're saying," Kurt said.

They moved forward and did just that. They stayed quiet, trying to eavesdrop on other people's conversations. From what they gathered, the Clave were refusing the proposal to work alongside Downworlders.

"Why are they so stubborn?" Blaine asked.

Kurt shrugged.

"I don't know," he said, looking across the square at the worried Shadowhunters. "They need to do something, or we're screwed."

Blaine chuckled.

"What's funny about us all being screwed?" Kurt asked, giving Blaine a blank look.

"It's just that, you know all these words and you're so smart and then you just come out with stuff like 'we're screwed'."

Kurt gave him a half-confused, half-amused look. Blaine waved an arm and gave him a smile. Kurt returned his smile, because Blaine's smile was infectious.

"So, what do we do now?" Blaine asked.

"We do what everyone else is doing," Kurt sighed. "We wait."

There was havoc in the Glass City. The demon towers were dark and devoid of any light. The North Gate, which was always closed, was left open. Above the city was a black cloud of smoke. Luminous flames licked the sky as the city burned around them.

Kurt and Blaine had returned to the Hummel manor for a short time and returned to the city to find that the wards had been brought down.

"Demons in Idris?" Blaine exclaimed. "This can't be good."

"You think?" Kurt asked, wide-eyed.

Blaine nodded and Kurt gave him an apologetic look.

"Stay close to me?" Blaine asked, turning to look at Kurt. The bright flames were reflected in his eyes, bringing out those orange flecks.

Kurt nodded.

"Of course," Kurt told him.

Blaine reached across and took Kurt's hand for a moment. He gave it a gentle squeeze, then let it go.

"We'll be okay," Blaine assured him.

Kurt nodded again.

"I know."

They moved down into the city and stared at the Shadowhunters running around, scampering like deer in headlights. Demons were in the streets, Shadowhunters fighting them, running from them, being killed by them. Kurt flinched at the sight. The guards were no longer at the archway and the flames were moving faster, consuming everything around them. Werewolves were there, too, clawing at demons, killing them. Downworlders in Idris was forbidden. 

Kurt stared across into the courtyard at the dead bodies lined up along the cobblestones. The sound of fire crackling, screams and unruly shrieks filled the air. This was unlike anything he had ever seen

"Kurt," Blaine hissed out of the corner of his mouth. "To your right."

Kurt turned his head slowly, his heart beating fast in his chest. He saw the long, dark body hovering a little above the ground. Its pale skin was highlighted by the long, vibrant flames.

"Oh, by the Angel," Kurt groaned. "Of all the demons to confront us, it just had to be a Raum, didn't it?"

"Told you they love you," Blaine said, pulling the blade from his belt. "Come on."

They moved closer and the things flung itself at them. Blaine raised his blade and named it.

"Kerubiel!"

Blaine's blade quickly sprung to life, the light bright and prominent. Kurt lifted his and named it, too.

"Suriel!"

The light of his blade was almost blinding as he raised it high and swung at the greyish body. He twisted it until it struck a blow to the creature's tentacles. Blaine's moved across as the demon screeched high and loud. He struck its back and it twisted, black blood spilling from it's long, slimy body. Kurt slid the blade upwards and slit its throat and it hit the ground with a loud thud, its last breath coming in the form of a boisterous scream.

"You okay?" Blaine asked, looking across at Kurt, breathing laboured.

Kurt was breathing just as hard and as fast.

"Fine," he confirmed. "You?"

Blaine nodded and turned around. Kurt looked behind him to make sure they were okay, that nothing was coming at them. Then he heard a groan. He swung around fast to see another grey body collapsing on top of Blaine, the sharp spikes of its tentacles colliding with his skin. Kurt moved fast as Blaine screamed. He flung the blade until it hit the demon, sending it backwards away from Blaine. He went forward again and struck it a couple more times, making sure it was dead. Then he ran to Blaine's side.

"Are you okay?" he asked, reaching into his pocket for his stele.

"I.."

"Okay," Kurt said, panicking. Where in the name of the Angel was his stele? "Don't talk, you'll be okay."

He could see the poison entering his body, could see the impact it was having. Blaine was losing consciousness and if Kurt didn't act soon..

"Got it," he muttered, pulling Blaine's shirt apart at the middle, not bothering to unbutton it. Buttons fell from the material around Kurt's legs. He didn't care. He pressed the cool stele to Blaine's chest, right where his heart was situated. He traced the iratze along his sallow skin, the black Mark shining as it took form.

Kurt felt better when he saw Blaine's heaving chest slowing back to its usual speed. He tucked the stele away and pulled Blaine upwards. He had to get him back to the manor and fast.

Blaine didn't come around until the early hours of the morning. Kurt had tucked him into the bed and had spent the time watching him, holding his hand, praying to the Angel that he would be okay. When he finally opened his eyes, revealing those almost golden orbs, Kurt felt a weight lift from his heart. He quickly moved to his side.

"Hey," Kurt said, softly.

Blaine looked pained as he tilted his head. His eyes were half closed. They rested on Kurt and he smiled.

"Hi," he replied.

"How are you feeling?"

"Like I fought an army of Raum demons single-handedly," Blaine coughed and his chest convulsed a little. Kurt moved forward with a cloth and pressed it to his mouth. It came away black. He knew it was just the poison making its way out of his body, but it still made him feel sick to his stomach.

"I'm okay," Blaine breathed after a minute. "I'm okay."

Kurt nodded and placed the cloth on the side table. He took Blaine's hand in his and gave it a small squeeze. Blaine squeezed back, weakly.

"Kurt."

"Yeah?"

"Lie with me."

Kurt moved across and lay down next to him. Blaine tried to shift his body to face him, but it appeared to be quite the struggle.

"Shh," Kurt said. "Don't move, don't move. It's okay."

Kurt pushed Blaine gently over in the bed and moved to the other side so that they faced one another. He leaned up on one elbow. Blaine smiled up at him.

"What happened?" Blaine asked. "After I passed out?"

Kurt frowned and pushed a stray curl away from Blaine's ear.

"Your uncle," Kurt told him. "He was killed."

Blaine appeared alarmed for a split second and Kurt wondered if he should have waited until he had healed completely to tell him. But Blaine looked down, then, his face not really showing much emotion. Kurt remembered what Blaine had said Aldertree had said to him at the Accord's Hall and he knew that was what he was thinking about.

"I guess that's sad," Blaine said.

Kurt nodded.

"Yeah," he said. "Valentine appeared through a projection. He sent the demons, broke the wards down. He gave them an ultimatum. Aldertree lost it, apparently, so he killed him."

"How do you know?"

"I spoke briefly with Isabelle," Kurt said. "Her brother was killed."

"Alec?" Blaine gasped and began coughing again. Kurt caught the poison with the stained cloth.

"No, not Alec," he said, once Blaine had caught his breath. "Max."

"He was just a kid," Blaine said, sadly. He was quiet for a minute, then looked back up at Kurt. "The ultimatum. What was it?"

"Basically, they either hand over their power to him, or we all die at battle," Kurt shrugged. "Pretty simple, I suppose."

"They'll never hand it all over," Blaine said. "Surely they're not that stupid."

"I wouldn't put it past them," Kurt said, truthfully. "They have until tomorrow at midnight to decide."

Blaine's coughing fit returned and this time, black blood seeped from his nostrils. Kurt's heart was aching at the sight of Blaine in such pain. He didn't know what to do. He had heard of people dying from the venom before, but Blaine seemed okay. He would wait it out and if it got worse, he would contact the Clave for a doctor, a warlock, anything.

"I've never felt so weak in my life," Blaine said, sounding just as weak as he claimed.

"Then sleep," Kurt said, feeling the tears welling up in his eyes.

He couldn't lose Blaine, not when he had only really found him.

"You’ll keep out the Raums?" Blaine asked, the ghost of a smile playing on his pale, dry lips.

"You’re still not funny," Kurt told him, sadly.

"I know you think I’ve got the worst sense of humour on earth," Blaine said, gazing up at his through a canopy of dark, full lashes. "But I never thought it would be so bad that it would make you cry."

Kurt sniffled a bit and caught the falling tear trickling down his cheek.

"Told you you’re awful," he joked, but his heart wasn't in it."

"I know," Blaine said, trying to chuckle, but failing, his face twisting. "Stop though. Don’t cry for me."

"I can’t help it," Kurt told him, truthfully.

Blaine reached across, his movements lethargic and grabbed Kurt's hand in his own. His skin was cold against Kurt's.

"I’m okay, you know," Blaine apprised him

"I know."

"Then stop with the water works, or you’ll make me cry," Blaine said, squeezing Kurt's hand gently, those tiger striped eyes intent on his own blue-green ones.

"Sorry," Kurt apologised.

"Don’t be sorry," Blaine shook his head as much as he could. "Just come here and lay with me."

Kurt lowered himself down and moved up close to Blaine.

"You’re so cold," Kurt told him in a half-whisper.

"I’ll be okay, I’ve got you holding me."

Kurt smiled through the endless flow of slow, hot tears and they were silent for a few moments.

"Something’s wrong," Blaine said, after a few minutes had passed.

"What?"Kurt asked, moving up again, his voice filled with alarm and panic. "What’s wrong?"

Blaine tugged on his arm until he lay back down next to him. His eyes were still wide and he still looked scared, but he was still laying next to him and that made it better.

"We’ve been alone for all this time and you haven’t quoted anyone," Blaine said, feigning shock.

"Very funny," Kurt found himself laughing amongst the tears.

"I’m right, though," Blaine pointed out. "I usually am."

"Sure, you are."

"Quote someone," Blaine urged.

"About what?" Kurt asked.

"Whatever you’re feeling."

Kurt thought about. He felt awful, like his world was crashing down around him and there was nothing he could do about it. He had Blaine, but although he knew he was far too bright to be that badly hurt, he was still scared he would lose him. He couldn't lose him. He didn't know how to go back to being alone, not any more.

"'The more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite,'" he said, finally.

"Ditto," Blaine said, eyes closing. He smiled as he said it.

"You never guessed," Kurt said.

"Um," Blaine said. "Wilde?"

"No."

"Keats?"

"Nope," Kurt shook his head.

"Shakespeare?"

"Shakespeare," he nodded, smiling now.

"I got it right?" Blaine asked, opening his eyes again.

"You did," Kurt grinned. "Now sleep."

"Okay," Blaine said, closing his eyes again. "You’ll wake me if you run into any Raums?"

"Goodnight, Blaine."

"Goodnight, Kurt," Blaine uttered, before allowing the slumber to consume him once again.

Kurt watched him for a long time, making sure he was still breathing and he didn't allow himself to fall asleep until the moon had fallen out of the sky and the sun had taken its place. The last thing he remembered before falling asleep was the sound of Blaine breathing next to him and his prayers to the Angel, pleading with him to make everything be okay.