Prologue

The day was like any other for Blaine Anderson, who for some reason didnt appear to be in the best of moods. Gone was the usual spring in his step and there was no carefree grin on his handsome face either. The odd thing was, Blaine had every reason to be happy with the day's outcome; hed aced yet another test, so life as far as he was concerned should have been going great. Unfortunately, all was not good, not really, and it that werent enough, for some reason Blaine wasnt able to counteract his growing depression. Making him wonder why that was and why today of all days? It seemed that today was just not his day.

I feel so lost, Blaine thought, choosing to hit the nail right on the head instead of just wallowing in his misery.

Although, Blaine had felt lost countless times before, the difference now being that it hadnt felt this bad for a number of years -- not since then. Great. Just what Blaine didnt need: even more doubt and confusion. The last thing he wanted was to relive those struggles again, so he shook the shameful memories away. As Blaine continued down the stairs of the main campus building, he reminded himself that he had a lot to be thankful for: he was finally away from his parents; and attending his fourth year of College at The Catholic University of America located in Washington, D.C. That left just another four years at Theological College and then he could be ordained as a priest. So all in all, Blaine had a lot going for him, that and much more. He had good friends, plus a whole community at the local church. So why did he feel so unhappy?

Since his attempts to find a solution to his piling questions were going nowhere, Blaine let his attention drift from his own personal dilemma to watch the crowds of people on the nearby street. Noticing straight away how most of them appeared to be in better spirits than him and Blaine stopped to lean against a nearby building so he could study them at a closer distance.

I wasnt long before Blaine noticed a girl wearing a pretty floral print dress and he smiled as he watched her brighten up at the sight of a young man who was heading her way. Ah young love, is there anything more beautiful?

Unfortunately, Blaines pleasant mood didnt last for long as jealousy began to wedge its way in and before he knew it, Blaine was scowling at the happy young couple now walking arm in arm down the sidewalk. Come on Blaine, youre better than this, Blaine chided as he began to walk aimlessly among the flow of foot traffic.

But was he really though? Blaine wasnt so sure any more. He knew that instead of feeling sorry for himself he should act grateful for the life he now had – as it was one finally without any shame. He was back on the right track -- the path of righteousness -- and heading towards a life that he could be proud of -- a life dedicated to God.

In his distracted wanderings, Blaine was unknowingly heading towards a building that represented everything he was trying to avoid. A place where unbalanced young men who lived a life of blasphemy and sin congregated together, ignoring the fact that their life choices would land them in Hell one day.

It took Blaine hearing a group of energetic young men cheering and wolf whistling to realize where he was but he didnt immediately bolt from the scene. All Blaine did was slip away to a safer distance where he would be separated enough from those who were there on purpose. Blaine watched the sights before him and sighed. How did they do it? How could all of these men so effortlessly give in to their sinful desires and act upon them just as easily. The answer that first came to mind wasnt the most polite and he refused to think it let alone say it out loud. Blaine may have been raised in a zealous Catholic home, but that didnt meant he had to share his parents strong opinions. That according to them – or the Bible rather – homosexuality wasnt a choice but a disease that needed to be cured.

Why was he even here? What could Blaine possibly gain by watching from afar the life he had almost fallen into? Like he needed anything else to worry about. It was time for him to go back to his dorm and quick, before he could do something he might regret. Of course the likelihood of that happening was slim to none and besides, if even Blaine had the nerve to enter the club, he was hardly dressed for the occasion.

“You lost, honey?” A sultry voice called out from behind.

Blaine jumped to a start, whirling around in place at the sound of someone addressing him. As soon as he found the person in question, Blaine's mouth fell open. It was a young man, a very sensually dressed young man at that. He was covered from head to toe in form fitting black leather that left nothing to the imagination. Blaine couldn't stop gaping at him. Good gosh he was attractive; brown hair, blue eyes, all wrapped up in one gorgeous package. Blaine felt so hot and flustered; he'd never reaction this way to another man before – it was unnerving.

“Cat got your tongue there sweetheart? You look like youre about to keel over from shock,” the young man said.

Blaine actually felt like he was more like a deer caught in headlights, though that wasnt any better. “I... uh... Im sorry...”

“Why are you apologizing?”

“I dunno.”

“Ill ask again; are you lost?”

Blaine shook his head and blurted, “What? No! No, Im not lost...”

Apparently Blaine didnt sound very convincing, judging by the mans flirtatious smirk.

“You sure? Because if youre not, I can be your guide in there -- show you the ropes. You wont regret it, but dont let me sway you too much...” the man offered, his soft voice lulling Blaine into a calmer state. “Unless thats what you want.”

On instinct Blaine backed away from the approaching youth, though he wasnt quick enough to evade him entirely. Before Blaine knew it the boy was inside of his personal space and he looked even more devilishly handsome up close. Blaine gulped but said nothing.

A pair of deep blue eyes stared at Blaine, who stiffened and tensed in response. The scantily clad young man eyes softened and he smiled at Blaine playfully.

“Its okay to feel lost you know, it means youre alive,” he said.

Blaine blinked at him still unable to stay anything in reply.

“You can find acceptance almost anywhere, that is, if you have the sense to look.”

What Blaine needed to do was leave, or else he might succumb to the yearning this boy in leather was stirring in him. Hed already given into that desire once and the only reward hed gotten then was to disappoint his parents and threaten his immortal soul. What was he even doing here? He would never be able to devote himself fully to God if he was out tempting himself with the sins of flesh.

“Im sorry...” Blaine apologized again as he backed away from the guy and the temptation he posed. “I dont belong here.”

“You could though.”

“I have to go.” Blaine muttered as he turned on his heels.

The boy in leather sighed. “Have it your way then.” Hed obviously grown bored with Blaine and his resistance to fun.

Without another word, the boy in leather turned his back to Blaine, who still hadnt managed to leave yet, and sped walked towards the gay bar ahead. Blaine watched him go, his eyes never leaving his frame until he disappeared inside. But even when he was gone Blaines mind was still full of concern. So Blaine hurried off down the street, hoping that the old saying out of sight, out of mind would prove true.

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He watched the flustered young man hurry off down the road with a proud smile. Everything was going well and to exactly plan. Few people who wanted to catch a special someones eye knew the importance of subtlety. In this instance, less was certainly more and he knew hed left a lasting impression on the guy. Now all that he needed to do was wait for the right moment to reappear, and re-jog his memory when the trouble soul would need him the most.
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Chapter One

It was no use, no matter how hard he tried, or what he did to distract himself, Blaine couldnt get him out of his head! The worst thing was, Blaine didnt even know the guys name and yet he kept entering Blaines mind constantly and often at the worst possible times. The last of which was during Sunday service when he should have been singing praise and worship to the Holy Spirit but instead, he was dreamily thinking about a tight ass covered in equally snug fitting black leather.

Over the last two weeks Blaines thoughts towards the handsome young man had gone from a simple crush to infatuation and it was getting so bad that Blaine was tempted to go to confession but not even the confidentiality made it safe enough for him to dare.

That Friday night Blaine went straight from his last class to his dorm room. Hed already cancelled his plans to help out with youth group like he usually did. Blaine hoped that spending the night alone could finally put an end to his shameful thoughts. What should he do? He should talk about his fears but who could he trust? That answer was so obvious and yet it took Blaine a moment to realize, of course, who could he trust more than God? Yes, that was it. Prayer was the answer. When he was unsure, about anything, Blaine need only look to God to be shown the right path. That being said, Blaine got down on his knees, clasped his hands together and then leaned against the bed with his eyes shut.

“God, its me… Blaine. I come to you, seeking your guidance and love. I feel… as if I am losing myself. I am trying my hardest to fully commit myself to you and continue my journey towards priesthood, but I find myself faltering again. This time my hesitance has manifested into an obsession over a man, who I dont even know. But I cant stop thinking about him and… these thoughts of mine… they arent normal, theyre lustful… sinful. I feel so ashamed. The last time I gave into weakness like this, I came to you for guidance and I was able to turn away from sin. So I pray to you again oh Heavenly Father, please show me the light and how to turn away from these sinful urges – before I lose myself in my desire….” Blaine whispered softly.

Blaine opened his eyes to look upwards at the ceiling of his dorm room and he let out a heavy sigh. “I feel so alone, and ashamed, and I cannot stop feeling this way. Dear God, please tell me what I can do to bring an end to it?”

“Well for starters, you should stop asking for help when you wont get any,” a voice remarked without any warning.

Blaine was caught totally off guard hearing someone actually reply to his prayers that he fell backwards off the bed in surprise. He could hear laughter as he pulled himself up to look over across the room to see who was there. What he saw was someone casually sitting on the empty bed that used to belong to his roommate (until he moved out last term) and as Blaine got over his initial shock, he realized it was the same guy hed encountered outside of that gay bar!

“You! What are you doing here?” Blaine demanded.

Blaines uninvited guest studied him for a moment and then shrugged at him indifferently. “It figures. You humans spend your lives praying and wishing for help and when the moment comes that you actually get it, all you can do is become dazed and confused.”

Blaine frowned; what did he mean when he said you humans? And what was he even doing there? Blaine hardly doubted he was a student who went to the school, despite that he wasnt dressed in leather this time, because he still didnt look remotely religious.

“Dont try to tell me that youre my new dorm-mate,” Blaine said.

“I have no intention to… because its quite obvious that Im not. I am so much better than that, Blaine.”

Blaines posture stiffened defensively. “How do you know my name?”

“You said it yourself when you were praying just now, as futile as that was.”

Nothing was making sense to Blaine. “What?”

The young man sighed at Blaines bewildered state and he shook his head at him disappointingly. “I am so sick of the fact that God doesnt care to even lift a fucking finger to help His devoted followers, so I decided to take matters in my own hands – one person at a time. And you, Blaine, are the lucky first person I have chosen to help. So, let us begin. Its just like I told you that time we first me; how its okay to feel lost. What you shouldnt have to do is face it alone, because you arent alone Blaine, at least not anymore, not when Im here for you now.”

No matter how lonely Blaine may have felt – or lost – he wasnt about to welcome a total stranger into his life with open arms. Whoever he was and regardless of the fact that Blaine hadnt been able to stop thinking about him, he knew better than to trust that easily. So Blaine kept his distance as he stood up and he contemplated alerting security to his intruder.

“Im not here to harm you Blaine; Im here to save you,” the young man said, as if he could read Blaines thoughts.

“From what?” Blaine asked before he could stop himself.

The young man smiled at Blaine and while he had nothing to go on, Blaine swore it appeared to be genuine.

“From yourself. From making a decision you really dont want. All because youre too afraid to embrace who you really are,” the young man answered.

The familiarity that went along with the young mans tone was enough to rub Blaine the wrong way, thus making it easier not to trust his apparent sincerity. “You dont know anything about me,” Blaine threw back.

Again the young man just smiled affectionately at Blaine; his eyes blue eyes twinkling even in the dimly lit room.

Chuckling, he said, “Man did your parents ever fuck you up.”

That comment sure made Blaines tempter flare. “Who are you?” he hissed, refusing to stoop to his level and use profanity.

“Are you sure you want to know? The truth will shock you.”

“Try me,” Blaine said impatiently.

For a moment it looked as if the young man wasnt going to bother, but then he let out a heavy sigh and shrugged at him again.

“All right, but dont say that I didnt warn you. I have found in my dealings with humans that its often better to show rather than tell. Its funny how youve been taught your whole life that things like Heaven, Hell, Angels and God exist but when youre shown any physical proof, your minds simply cannot fathom the possibility. Which is sure fire proof that faith is so horribly overrated these days.”

Right when Blaines patience was running out, the young man stood up and what happened next was something even someone with the most vivid imagination could have thought up. The room erupted with light so intense that it not only momentarily blinded Blaine, but knocked him off the bed as well. From his spot on the ground, Blaine blinked as the room dimmed enough for his stunned vision to return. When he looked back at where the young man had been, he thought that his eyes were malfunctioning somehow. It took a second for Blaines sense to register what was different about him -- aside from him now being surrounded by a heavenly glow.

It was impossible but there were two wings sprouting out of his back, one white and feathery, like you would find on a bird – while the remaining wing was black and membranous in structure, like a bat's. Blaine blinked at the sight of him; this couldnt be real, he had to be dreaming – either that or he was hallucinating.

“What are you?” Blaine said. He was beyond awestruck but surprisingly not afraid.

The young man stretched his wings until they were fully spanned out and then he stared right at Blaine and said, “My name is Kurt, and as for what I am… well… I thought the wings would speak for themselves. Care to harbour a guess, Blaine?” Kurt said.

“Are you…” Blaine began but his mind was coming up blank.

“Cat got your tongue again? I cant blame you though, if I was standing in front of a angel-demon hybrid then I doubt even I could keep my usual snarky disposition going.”

Blaine frowned at Kurt in disbelief; what was happening to him? “A angel-hybrid what?”

Kurt laughed at Blaines shocked reaction. He found Blaines flustered state quite refreshing – in addition to being adorable and it sure beat the scream and run approach he was used to. “Im half angel, half demon, if you can believe it. I know the idea of such sworn enemies coming together to procreate sounds impossible – looking past the notion of them both being real to begin with – and if I werent one myself, then Id probably agree with that belief. But here I stand before you with a mismatched pair of wings that stick out like a sore thumb. You think theyd be fun to have but really theyre just an ever present reminded of how I am alone in this world, but hey, at least that means Im unique.”

This was all way too much for Blaines already troubled mind to take in and he just wanted to wake up at this point. “This cant be real,” he muttered in denial.

“Oh, trust me, it is,” Kurt said.

Blaine wasnt given much time to let anything sink in, not when Kurt unexpectedly lunged forward at Blaine, who threw his hands up in defence but the attack never came. When Blaine forced his eyes open long enough to realize that Kurt hadnt laid a finger on him, he become confused but relieved. Though Blaine wasnt safe by any means, not when Kurt was so close that their bodies were almost touching. Kurts angel wing stretched out so the outer feathers gently brushed against the right side of his face. It tickled a little but Blaine was so terror stricken he shuddered in response. Blaine remained frozen still as Kurt closed in on him and pressed himself against the front of Blaines body so their chests were touching. Blaines heart was pounding in his chest and just when he thought it couldnt take anything else, Kurt closed his wings to wrap around them.

“How about now, Blaine? Is this real enough for you yet? Or do you need further convincing to believe what Im telling you is the truth?” Kurt said, his sultry voice barely a whisper.

Blaines body shivered, but he didnt feel the least bit cold. The crazy thing was, even when Kurt looked so formidably dangerous, Blaine wasnt actually afraid of him. In fact he felt kind of safe, being wrapped in Kurts strong embrace like this. What in the world is wrong with me? Why arent I calling out for help? Im just standing here, doing nothing, Blaine thought alarmingly.

“There is nothing wrong with you Blaine. Youve only been taught to think that what youve felt before and are probably feeling right now, is wrong. But it's not though, it's a part of you Blaine, just like the rest of your body is…” Kurt stopped to give Blaines buttock a playful pinch to prove his point, “…and that includes your glorious behind.”

That was it. Kurt touching his ass was the last straw. Appalled, Blaine pushed Kurt away from him, breaking free of his hold. “Dont you dare touch me!”

“Sorry, that was rude of me,” Kurt said with convincingly woeful eyes. “I know better than to touch when Im not invited to first. So I promise it wont happen again, at least not without your full consent.”

Denial that came from years of Bible lessons taught to him by his parents made Blaines irritation rise to almost volatile levels. Though Blaine would never lower himself to attempting to harm Kurt physically but holding his tongue was another matter.

“Like I would even want that from you,” Blaine spat, disgusted by the very idea.

Kurt rolled his eyes and replied, “Nice try. You almost sound convincing but your eyes and body are telling me otherwise, Blaine. You dont need to feel ashamed, because contrary to what youve been taught, lust isnt sinful. Not when its just innocent yearning, and you can hardly stop those thoughts from happening sometimes. Why is the fact that your lust is directed towards a man make it sinful anyway? What man could resist something so stimulating as a scantily clad boy dressed in full black leather? I know I sure couldnt, and full disclosure, Ive never tried to.”

Blaine was struck with a horrible thought; that somehow Kurt was reading his mind. How else would be even know that he had been obsessing over him for the past two weeks? Or was he simply using Blaines emotional vulnerability against him? It was hard to tell if either was the case, or if it was something completely different. His mind wanted to reject the possibility that Kurt wasnt human but with his wings still being out on display, there was little chance for that to happen.

As if he really could read Blaines mind, or maybe he noticed Blaines eye-line fall upon his wings, Kurt pulled them in until they disappeared into his body and vanished without a trace. Once he looked far more human, Kurt dropped his guard enough in attempt to put Blaine at ease. That seemed to be working -- if Blaines little sigh of relief was any clue – so he took a seat on Blaines bed to keep it up.

“Look, I know this is a lot for you to take in. No one ever expects their prayers to be answered so literally. But you did ask for guidance Blaine, and while I may not be some all seeing deity of creation or anything -- or human even -- I am someone who can relate with what youre going through,” Kurt explained.

Blaine snorted, “Oh I doubt that.”

Kurt rolled his eyes at Blaine. “Oh please dont tell me that you seriously think that youre the only one whos felt lost and like they dont belong anywhere? You better not think youre the only guy whos struggled with their sexuality because newsflash: youre not. There are countless others in this world, in all walks of life, who are going through those same types of challenges.”

“Are you reading my mind or something?” Blaine said apprehensively.

“Would you like me to Blaine, is that it? I could but thats not the reason why I know what I know. I heard your prayers, remember, so thats how I know what youve been going through. Though it really wasnt really that hard for me to deduce, just so you know.”

Blaine postured stiffened up again on reflex; he didnt like the sound of where this could go. “Why is that?”

Kurt chuckled lightly until he noticed Blaine glare at him in annoyance. “Sorry, I swear Im not trying to mock you. Its just youre making such a big deal about all this when it seriously doesnt mean to be. At least where your sexual orientation is concerned. So you like guys, so what? Why should that even matter to you?” Kurt sidestepped Blaines question altogether.

“Because homosexuality a sin: If a man lies with a male as with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination,” Blaine quoted. The answer came out of Blaines mouth so quickly he wasnt able to stop the words hed be told since he was a kid.

For some odd reason Kurt seemed amused instead of irritated by having a bible verse rudely thrown at him. “Ah yes, Leviticus 20:13. I am aware of the passage, even if I strongly disagree with the Bible on the whole. But lets say I did believe in it and its teachings, would that mean you should just go ahead and kill me like it is so justly written? You know, the whole; They shall surely be put to death; their blood is upon them. That is what the rest of passage states right? So by that judgment, you should just go ahead and put me to death as it is so wisely written, yes? Why is it that Christians – though not all, since not everyone in the faith are so hatefully biased – spews that passage when they dont even know its true meaning? Forget the fact that the Bible wasnt even written by the hands of God, but by humans thousands of years ago which means theres a pretty good bet that its been changed over the years,” Kurt lectured.

In all of his twenty-one years, Blaine had never preached that passage to anyone before at first hed started to feel horribly guilty. That is, until Kurt started off on his own personal rant and while Blaine disliked to judge anyone, no matter what their beliefs, his patience was began to wear thin.

The trouble was, Kurt appeared to be far from done and once he had a moment to catch his breath he started off again.

“Im not trying to put down religion either for the record, so thats not what this is about okay? Im just trying to point out that this whole notion of God hates gays is just so fucking stupid. From my encounters with them, Ive learned that heavenly beings such as angels rarely concern themselves with human matters at all. Theyre too above that sort of thing,” he explained.

All it took was Kurt to look over and Blaine see that he was scowling for Kurt to let out a good chuckle as he threw himself down on the bed dramatically. “Oh will you listen to me, there I go preaching my beliefs to you like a self-pronounced televangelist. And I was doing so well for a while. I tell you, Blaine, when am I going to learn that forcing one's beliefs on another never works out the way you want it to,” Kurt said with obvious smugness.

Blaine, who wasnt having any of Kurt or his sass, asked, “Are you done?”

Kurts playful grin was back again and this time it was even harder for Blaine to resist. No, Blaine told himself, he couldnt to smile back – that would only encourage Kurt further.

“Well... that really all depends on you Blaine. Nothings stopping you from telling me shut up you know.”

That sounded far too simple to Blaine; there had to be some sort of catch. “So if I ask you to be quiet or to leave then you will? Just like that?”

“If thats what you truly want,” Kurt said.

Blaine ran a hand down his face; he was having a hard enough time coming to terms with how he was currently talking to an angel-demon hybrid, so figuring out what he wanted would be tough – if not downright impossible. Never the less, Blaine tried his best to think it over for a moment, little good that ended up doing though. “I guess I no longer know what I want anymore,” he finally confessed.

“Thats why Im here Blaine, to help you. That is, if youll let me.”

“How will you do that? Help me I mean?”

Obviously Blaine wasnt used to having people ask him things instead of just ordering him around, so Kurt needed to be careful, because if he crossed a line Blaine would push him away and make it very hard for Kurt to regain his trust.

“Once again, that all depends on you Blaine, youre the one whos calling the shots here. Though if I might offer my own thoughts, I think what you need the most right now, is a friend who you can share all of your secrets with – however personal they are.”

“How can I begin to trust you though? When I dont know a thing about you and… when youre… also… a… um…” Blaine said awkwardly when he couldnt finish his sentence.

“Not human?” Kurt finished for him.

“I was going to say stranger, but yes, that too.”

Kurt just shrugged, as if to show Blaine he didnt mind his honesty. “I cant help being what I am Blaine, or coming where I came from. Nor do I feel the need to be ashamed for being half angel and half demon, or gay for that matter,” Kurt said.

Blaines eyes widened in shock and he shouted, “You mean youre actually gay?”

“Yes, but why is that so surprising to you? I mean, Ive been flirting with you this entire time. Not to mention the fact that we both met in front of a gay bar,” Kurt pointed out. Had Blaine put the whole ‘should you kill me then' taunt out of his mind already?

In all of the craziness, Blaine had forgotten how theyd met at a gay bar and as for the flirting part, he was too ignorant to such things to even realize thats what Kurt had been doing. “I just cant believe there would be… does that mean there are gay angels too? Or gay demons?”

Kurt laughed, “I have no idea. There might be but I think in their case… sexuality is much more fluid for both demons and angels, but this is just me guessing. I know that when it comes to demons, they are far are more open to things and as for angels… theyre not as virtuous as people would assume. Unfortunately my encounters with both of them havent been anything so pleasant as sex…”

“So youve never…”

“Had sex with an angel or a demon? Nope. I have gotten offers from demons, but I cant afford to leave myself so vulnerable to the likes of them. As for the angels, I got the feeling Im too below their station to be much interest, for sex or otherwise.”

“What about humans then?” Blaine asked, frowning at himself. Why was he humouring Kurt like his?

Ignoring his pouting face, Kurt ignored nodded at Blaine with mischievous eyes and he even when so far to lick his lips sensually. “And how! Ill spare you the graphic details but I will tell you this; you humans sure know how to live,” he nearly purred.

Blaine let out a tired yawn. What a night this was turning into but he was surprised how well he was taking it. For some odd reason, Blaine got the feeling that his relaxing state was all thanks to Kurt and even from the start his presence in the room wasnt the least bit off putting. Kurt had surprised him and made him feel more than confused and dare he admit it, maybe even a bit sexually frustrated but as he looked at him sitting on his bed, he couldnt see him as some horrible monster who was there to taint his immortal soul.

“Why are you here? For real I mean? What could you possible gain from helping me?” Blaine sincerely asked.

Finally, Blaine was being honest with him and asking him proper questions. Good, the night wouldnt be total lost then Kurt thought with a grin.

“I can want to help someone without needing anything in return you know. But since you asked me so nicely, Ill be equally honest in my response. You may find it hard to believe but you and I are similar in a way. I also have spent many years feeling lost and confused. So I thought that maybe if we became friends we could possibly find what were both looking for. Be that acceptance, understanding or just someone we can finally be honest with. In short: Im offering to be your friend Blaine, and I promise you that there are no strings attached. Thats all it is and nothing more,” Kurt explained.

When Kurt seemed to be done his little speech, all Blaine could do first was stare awkwardly down at his feet. Never in a million years could he have begun to dream that an individual such as Kurt, who had a set of wings for starters, would suddenly walk into his life – right when he was at a vital crossing point. Hadnt he been the one whod asked god for guidance right before Kurts unexpected arrival? For all he knew, Kurt could literally be the answer to his prayers.

As much as Blaine liked the idea of Kurt being the key to finding himself and who he was meant to be, he couldnt afford to be careless.

“Can I have some time to think this over?” Blaine asked.

Kurt smiled warmly at Blaine and instantly nodded at him without a word of protest and he went so far as to place a hand on Blaines shoulder. “Take all the time you need Blaine, I wont be far. Like the Whitney Houston song goes, Call on me, I will be there and until you ask me to stop, thats what Ill continue to do for you, Blaine. I promise to be there for you whenever you might need me, always, and no matter what the reason.”

The angelic sound of Kurts voice was music to Blaines ears and he closed his eyes so he could pay attention to it and it alone. Then to Blaines displeasure, Kurt stopped talking and when it became obvious that he wasnt going to say anything else, Blaine opened his back eyes up to discover that Kurt was gone!

“Kurt?” he called out in alarm.

Still here, Blaine, a familiar voice answered.

Blaine frowned; where was his voice even coming from?

From inside you. I did say that I wasnt going very far, Kurt replied.

“Excuse my ignorance, but what does from inside me even mean?”

Blaine heard Kurts mental chuckle inside his head.

You seriously need to relax Blaine, because there is nothing sexual about this. Im in your mind but I promise I wont intrude on you too much. Just think of this as a way for us to remain in contact, so I can hear you, if and when you try to call me. Your thoughts are still your own, as is your body, so theres honestly no cause for worry, Kurt said assuredly. Now I think its time for me to leave you for the night, so you can get some rest.

Despite the fact that Blaine wasnt sure what was going on, he was able to feel the difference when Kurts consciousness withdrew from his mind. It was a weird sensation for him to begin to understand; having someone with you in such an close way only for them to suddenly be gone. It left Blaine being empty somehow, like during the minutes that Kurt had been with him theyd formed a symbiotic partnership of some kind. What had he let himself get into?

Kurt was right about one thing though, it was time for him to call it a night. Blaine hoped that by the time the morning came he would have a better idea of what to do about Kurt and his seemingly kind offer.

By the time Blaine was ready for bed and slipped under the covers so he could try to go to sleep, he realize that Kurt was right about something else: he really could use a friend that he could trust.