Angels do not need sleep, yet Blaine Anderson could guarantee that if he were human, he would sleep his life away. Being alive was dull, being an angel was even less riveting, and, to top it all off, Blaine no longer had a choice in what his actions were next; and that annoyed him more than anything.

He had told his guard this, as he was escorted to the Middle, but the imbecile had just retorted that the guilty angel’s actions had already got him into enough trouble. Usually, Blaine would just transport himself to anywhere he wished, but he was unable to do that in his current situation. Firstly, he was under trial for his actions; therefore his privileges had been stripped from him –including angel transportation. Secondly, only the most powerful of angel’s could just transport with ease into the Middle.

The Middle was the most holy of places known to any creature in Heaven or Hell. It had once held the residence of Lucifer, his brothers, and the valued ‘Him’; but that was back when peace was to be virtued. Since then Lucifer had fallen, his brothers were holding various positions, and He himself had not been seen by face nor soul.

Only those who had been deemed to be of unspeakable terms had even been allowed within the Middle, let alone had to trial there. Blaine knew the last trial had not been for hundreds of year; he remembered hearing of it clearly. An angel had tried to rise to power above all others in Heaven, Hell, and on Earth. He had been stupid. His careless nature had bought him a one-way ticket to the Middle and nobody in all of Heaven had ever found out his fate. The angel under trial had never returned to Heaven, and all of Heaven’s inhabitants knew better than to ask why. It was because of this that Blaine knew his fate was going to end up more than just simply bad. It was going to be truly abominable.

Despite this, Blaine could not help the shiver of pleasure that ran through his bones as they rounded the corner to the cell in which he would be held until his trial. It was doused in holy oil and was burning bright. Blaine made a note to roll his eyes once he was in view of an angel a little higher up than his current posse of barely useful guards –at least then it would be appreciated.

To say that Blaine was proud of the actions, that had landed him in the holding cell outside the Middle, would be false. He was not proud, oh no, he was ecstatic.

Life in Heaven had always bored Blaine. Most angels were created for a reason. Each was given an eternal job which would remain theirs always. Some caressed love, such as Cupid, yet some were given more specific jobs; such as being given the charge of a nearing extinct species and helping to raise awareness through subtle means to the life on Earth. Blaine tried not to pity Earth’s inhabitants, even though they made it difficult by being so ignorant.

Blaine’s creation had happened at the very start of the rebellion of Lucifer, when He disappeared, and the Angel Squad decided to start creating an army of new life –the first angels, in fact, in thousands of years. The Angel Squad had only created a few hundred before bailing on the plan and approaching it in a different way. The hundreds of meaningless angels had no purpose. It was the largest number of purposeless angels that had been created in a long time, so no one of importance quite knew what to do with them; so they were named the negative angels.

Therefore, each negative angel made a point of losing themselves in time. If an angel tried to track them all, it would be nearing impossible.

Blaine, however, would be the first negative creation that said angel would find. He did very little to make himself scarce like his fellow negative creations. Each of them was in fear that the Angel Squad would suddenly decide they were irrelevant and banish them to the unknown.

Blaine saw disappearing pointless. He had disappeared and the only difference was a change in orders, or so was said. Blaine was not aware of what life pre-disappearance was like. His knowledge ran on rumours. It seemed to amuse him of how much that fact reminded him of those who inhabit Earth.

The cell seemed pointless to Blaine nearly as much as the guards did. He was not going to try running –for, without his powers, he would not even make it to the closest door without being captured and returned.

Besides, Blaine briefly considered transporting himself to the unknown after his deed had been complete; yet he folded on the idea and let himself be found. By running, that made him no better than the rest of the negative creations. Blaine was wiser that them.

The unmistakable sound of a fizzing spark dying out forced Blaine out of his thoughts; he let out a sigh before granting permission for his head to swing round. A guard stood at the door in a different outfit to the last set of guards’ white tunics. This one wore a silver robe that swung at his ankles. His feet remained bare of covering, meaning he was not of enough importance to be allowed a longer robe to signify great worship requirements.

Blaine took advantage of this.

He stared at the angel with a prohibiting look seared into his features. The silver angel made no comment, but swung the cell open for Blaine to exit.

It was time for his trial.

He need not swallow, for there wasn’t a nerve present in his body. He sauntered out of the cell –in a way that could be considered as cocky –and waited for his guard to lead him into the Middle.

Angels were not usually sensitive to any kind of light, but the first thing Blaine noticed as he was led into the arena-type room was its brightness and he couldn’t help but flinch away from it. His eyes seemed to burn for a few seconds, before slowly switching back to their normal state. Blaine slowly re-opened his eyes to find himself adjusted when he was instantly hit by the Middle’s ambience. The room, even without the blinding colour, seemed to glow distractingly as he was led to a large wooden chair in the room’s centre. The chair, even though it was in outstanding condition, stood out like a sore thumb. Surrounding the chair, and bringing Blaine to remind himself of where he was, was rows full of golden benches on one side, and shining dark thrones crowding the other.

Blaine knew what each side symbolised. The brighter side held seating to the Angel Squad. The current leaders, two angels which Blaine kept forgetting the names of, sat in the head chairs.

The other side seated another matter of life - (if they could even be called that, for they were very much dead) –completely. Blaine did not scan over the inhabitants of hell, but kept his eyes briefly on the feared one himself; Lucifer. He seemed interested in the sight before him, that sight being Blaine, and his face remained blank as his eyes lit with fire –giving far too much away, but not nearly enough.

Blaine didn’t let his eyes gaze too long at anyone perching upon the chairs, as he did not want to be made to feel inferior. Instead, Blaine fell lazily into the under-dressed seat and closed his eyes.

Instantly, mumbles erupted around the room; Blaine could not help the smile that flicked onto his features. He opened his eyes slowly to find the room staring at him simultaneously, anticipating his next move. They seemed intrigued by him and all eyes did not dare to divert from him –all except one pair of a memorable blue colour.

Blaine did not let his features change from the given smirk as he examined the being they belonged too. He was perched upon the darker side of seating, meaning he was one thing; demon. Hell was home to many creatures, but only demons would be important enough to be allowed into the Middle.

The boy seemed uninterested in the shenanigans happening around him as his eyes stayed unfocused whilst remaining fixed on no particular point of the exuberant room. The demon with they eyes, however, acted as if the room was just a room. That was when Blaine realised, the room was just a room; current life just made out that

 it was more, spoke of it as if it were great, and made it look unquestionable. Apart from that, the room was just a plain, old, uninteresting room.

Blaine’s smirk simmered out and was replaced by an expression that could not even be called an expression. His face stayed blank as his eyes finally flickered back to the three main figures in the room; but not before seeing the being next to the demon boy shove him in the ribs. It obviously could not have hurt the demon, but he glared at his offender before finally staring upon Blaine like the rest of the room’s life. However, the boy’s eyes were not quite as judging.

“Angel Blaine Anderson” a voice came just as loud as he expected, yet the room still shook.

“That’s me” Blaine couldn’t help but smirk. If he was going to go through this, he was going to do it with his usual sarcasm and cocky annoyance.

“You shall not speak until asked too” Blaine nodded in a way that informed them he understood and one of the angels he never bothered to learn the name of continued.

“You are here today after committing an unforgivable felony” the arrogant angel continued. Blaine decided he was not even worthy of a name.

“Your offences stand as follows…”

A small angel rolled out a scroll next to him and handed it to the arrogant angel.

“Point one: accessing the main chambers of Heaven without permission.”

Blaine sighed. The main chambers were where everything happened. He often eavesdropped on plans the main angels had for Earth through curiosity. The latest time, however, he was caught.

“Point two: making conversation with the beings of Earth.”

A whispering broke out around the room before the arrogant angel and his partner demanded silence.

Unless absolutely necessary, angels were forbidden to make conversation or even become visible to human beings. Blaine found this a problem when he visited Earth to try and find where the hell he sent his cloud pet after the transporting system erupted in minor complications. He accidentally bumped into a young human girl, who couldn’t have been older than 7 human years, and became worried for her well being as he spotted tears upon her cheek. He did not know angels were forbidden to show care and concern!

The angels and Lucifer had been discussing this issue when Blaine’s thoughts re-gathered to the current moment. Before even looking his way, he could feel the blue-eyed demon’s gaze. He let his eyes wander up to him and became over-whelmed immediately. The boy’s gaze was as unreadable as his own, yet his eyes showed emotion that Lucifer had managed to keep hidden.

Blue eyes did not break the returning stare but cocked his head to one side. Blaine did not break the gaze either; he was not used to being beaten.

“Point three!” The voice boomed, forcing Blaine to look back up at the angels. He cursed them inwardly for forcing him to break eye contact with Blue Eyes.

Lucifer had a smirk upon his face as he read the final point over the angel’s shoulder. Blaine kept a mutual expression.

“Angel Blaine Anderson was caught participating in unmentionable human activities with a human servant of Heaven’s darkest point.”

The gasps were louder this time, and nobody prevented them.

Blaine inwardly rolled his eyes. He was unsure as to why his actions were so troublesome. So what if he had sex? So what if humans did it and angels did not? He knew for fact that demons revelled in the pleasure all the time with their own kind, but did they cross the line and venture through all species? Blaine thought species was an irrelevant factor.

His experience has occurred through curiosity, much like the rest of his endeavours. He had stumbled across the young, crying human in the corner when visiting the slums of Heaven. He liked to spy upon the humans and examine their behaviour. Usually, only a human’s soul ever visited Heaven, but recently deals were being made between angels and humans so that humans could cop out of life early and guarantee themselves a spot in heaven. The flaw of the plan was that they would have to serve the rest of their human years as Heaven’s slave. Blaine thought it unnecessary.

He had approached the human and they informed him reluctantly on their regrets. Blaine did not quite know how they escalated from there so quickly. He had only asked what it was like…

A voice snapped Blaine out of his thoughts yet again.

“If this was not bad enough, Blaine’s actions were not only with a human… they were with a human male.” The angel raised his eyebrows in alarm. The room not only gasped, they hollered abuse at Blaine, which annoyed him greatly. He did not see the problem. The angels believed man should lay with woman, which he did not understand. Angels do not ever ‘lie’. Who are they to direct how humans should do an action they do not even partake in themselves?

Lucifer stayed quiet, yet the amused look remained. Blaine’s eyes skimmed to Blue Eyes. He was still staring at Blaine, yet this time he was much more intriguing (if that was even possible) to look at. The look he gave Blaine made the pits of Blaine’s stomach ache and churn and Blaine suppressed a shiver of pleasure.

Blaine realised the angels had been battling out his fate. He watched them bicker with raised eyebrows, when he locked eyes with Lucifer. He seemed pleased that the whole deal bored Blaine so much. In fact, he seemed thrilled.

“My decision has been made.” Lucifer called out.

The room was quiet immediately. It was a well-known fact that Lucifer normally did not care for the fate of angels.

“You obviously do not want the boy” –Lucifer gestured to Blaine “–so I shall keep him in hell.”

Nearly every mouth in the room dropped a fraction, some more obviously than others, all but Blue Eyes –he only widened his eyes slightly.

“Pardon?” One of the unimportant angels asked.

“The boy, the angel,” Lucifer seemed to mock the word and Blaine was unsure whether it was because he did not behave like an angel or whether it was because he had a general dislike for them. “He falls.”

Lucifer said nothing else and waited for the angels’ response.

“B-but… falling? We would much rather send him to purgatory.” The angels confirmed and a nodding agreement surrounded them.

“Purgatory is no match for an angel, even without powers.” Lucifer seemed to becoming annoyed with the angels. He was on the edge of rolling his eyes. Blaine nearly laughed at the thought of a sassy Lucifer and made a mental note never to say the word sassy outloud.

Reluctantly, and after muted whispers, the angels replied. “You may take the boy and decide his fate in hell.”

Guards wearing black started to move forward, but Lucifer raised his hand.

“Halt!” The guards paused immediately. “The boy will be put in the holding cell until we are ready to take him. From then on, I shall have a mentor given to him. A fallen angel in hell has not happened since me” –Lucifer almost smirked the last word and Blaine instantly grew to dislike him, which was troubling since he had to spend life under his watch now.

Lucifer stood and addressed the arena. “My youngest shall mentor him.”

Blaine did not see him leave, but in a blink Lucifer was no longer before them. The two angels had disappeared too and slowly the hall’s inhabitants began to clear out. Blaine looked down at his hands and waited to be escorted out. He was bored of guards already and now he’d been given a mentor. What made it worse was that it sounded like Lucifer had given him his ‘youngest’, which Blaine understood to mean son. Well, whatever fallen angels counted as a son.

“Angel” a voice sounded and Blaine’s head shot up. Blue Eyes was standing a few feet in front of him. The hall had completely cleared and it was just the two of them.

“That’s me” Blaine stuttered out without breaking.

Blue Eyes did not blink once as he watched Blaine.

“Your holding cell is this way. You can’t transport yet so I have to escort you.” Blue Eyes had already started heading for the door.

Blaine followed and jogged a few steps to catch up. As they exited the arena, Blaine’s eyes took a few moments to adjust to the dark of natural light. Blue Eyes, however, did not falter. Blaine paused without noticing to consider whether demons were affected the way he seemed to be.

He felt a smirk on him and looked to see Blue Eyes a few steps ahead, also stationary, but eyebrows raised. “No, we aren’t” his high, patronising yet still somewhat steady voice answered his unspoken question.

“Excuse me?” Blaine questioned, not understanding how he could have known.

This time, he did not reply; he only continued. Blaine did not press the matter further.

They walked along in silence back to Blaine’s cell with the demon a few steps in front. Blaine was not surprised that the demon did not need to watch him. Blaine would not run and even if he tried, he would be caught.

After a short while, Blaine spoke up again. “Are you his youngest?”

The demon seemed amused by his question and raised his thin eyebrows. Blaine couldn’t help but be impressed by how his coiffed hair stayed still as he did so. Blaine’s own hair was a mess of curls.

“I am his youngest” Blue Eyes spoke, still walking and talking at an even pace.

“Angels can’t have sons, not even fallen ones” Blaine blurted out. His comment just made the demon more amused, yet not surprised.

“I said youngest, but I did not use the word son.” He retorted.

Blaine frowned. “Then what?”

Blue Eyes did not answer, so Blaine moved on. He was suddenly filled with so many questions as the realisation that he had never before met a demon struck him.

“Why would Lucifer save me?” Blaine asked.

Blue Eyes expression did not even show a smirk. “I have my own conclusions” –Blaine went to ask what they were when the demon spoke again “ –but they are not those of which I will share.”

Blaine sighed inwardly and they rounded the corner, nearing the cell. They halted outside and before Blue Eyes went to usher him inside, Blaine spoke again.

“Why did the trial bore you? There hasn’t been one for years.” Blaine asked, watching Blue Eyes face carefully. He was a foot away and Blaine could feel the ice of his breath.

Blaine expected annoyance, but the demon just sighed. “Lucifer finds great pleasure in this kind of thing; I aim to seek his opposite.”

Blaine frowned. “His opposite? I thought demons worshipped him?”

Blue Eyes let out a breathy chuckle that was more demonic than light, which was understandable –he was a demon after all.

“Do you worship those two angels that held your trial?” he asked.

Blaine shook his head, understanding what Blue Eyes meant. He did not worship Lucifer.

“But… he gave you a name. He called you his youngest!” Blaine demanded answers.

Another sigh tickled his skin and the feeling in his stomach’s pit returned. Blaine was not picky of species, and this demon seemed to have a lot going for him.

Blue Eyes pushed him lightly into the cell, and the angel did not resist, before following him in and pushing the door shut.

“You will gather all soon, angel.” Blue Eyes said. “Then you will regret all actions.”

“All?” Blaine couldn’t help but smirk. “I certainly do not regret all.”

Instantly, Blaine’s mind flashed to his actions with the human male. It was, simply put, the greatest feeling he had ever felt. It made him envy that the humans participated in such glory with simplicity.

“Although similar, Hell is not one giant ‘bathhouse’ –as the humans would say.” Blue Eyes taunted.

Blaine’s smirk grew. “Damn” was all he said. He looked the demon up and down before staring at him with the smirk staying put.

The demon’s eyes stayed fixed upon his for a few more seconds before he spoke.

“I am your mentor, Kurt Hummel. I am Lucifer’s youngest, regrettably, and you are an angel. Although you have proved yourself to be blind to species, demons still prize themselves. Hell will thrash you, Blaine Anderson, and I am not going to protect you against those who see your sexuality or species a problem.” Blue Eyes spoke.

Kurt.

His name was Kurt.

Blaine raised his eyebrows at his denial to the unspoken proposal. He would, quite happily, use hell as a chance to continue his antics with the male human; for he never actually completed more than the simple with him. If they had not been caught, Blaine suspected he would have gone through with more than a quick fist.

“And what would you know about my sexuality, Kurt?” Blaine taunted.

Kurt raised his eyebrows and the look in his eyes could be felt somewhere below Blaine’s belt.

“That it is compatible with mine” Kurt shot back. It was his turn to let the corner of his mouth twitch upwards.

“Although, that is completely irrelevant…”

Kurt took a step forward so his face was a breath from Blaine’s, who shut his eyes expectantly. Nothing happened after a long moment, so Blaine re-opened his eyes. Kurt had gone and before him, on a parchment of scroll were the words:

I shall return to collect you, sex-driven angel, in one human night.

Blaine did nothing to hold back his grin. This demon would give in. Blaine craved him; and what Blaine craved usually ended up happening one way or another.