Screams elicited from every direction I turned, blood was everywhere and bodies—dead bodies—were everywhere. A smile spread across my blood covered lips. I looked down at my hands, they too were covered in blood. I looked around and realized that I knew none of these people. But then again, was that really my concern? They were simple, unimportant, insolent humans. I wasn't that. I was different... I was powerful. I closed my eyes that were undoubtedly dilated from some sort of pleasure and tried to recall what exactly what I'd done here.

I must've blacked out again.

I usually black out when I feed like this.

I shrugged and moved away from the bodies so I could see just the extent of my damage. There were one... two... three... five... seven... nine bodies, laying dead, mutilated and bloody. How I had no recollection of this was beyond me.

I looked around me to see where I was. From what I could tell, I assumed I was at some motel. I walked over to the little counter and opened the drawers until I found some matches. Once I found them, I started a fire, throwing each of the burning matches onto each of the nine bodies until the whole place was on fire. There was no point in leaving evidence.

I started to walk out, until I ran into someone. God, why is this bitch stalking me? "What the hell did you do?" the voice shrieked, she looked mortified; I instantly knew she was starting to find a way to fix what I'd done.

I laughed and looked back on the fire blazing behind me. "What's it look like? I fed."

"Kurt! They-they..."

"What?" I snapped, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.

"They were people! And you killed them! They must've had a family and friends and..."

"Why should I care?" I hissed after taking a long drag.

Quinn sighed at me and ran her hand through her then long blonde hair. "You should care because you used to be like that, Kurt. You used to be human with friends and—"

I threw my cigarette back into the fire and pushed her out of my way. "Key word, used, Quinn. That part of me died when I died."

She tried to say something else, but I kept walking, my pace becoming faster and faster until I was moving at supernatural speed. Because that's what I was. A demon. All of this was who I was; I pillage, I murder, I feed, I do what I need to do to keep me alive. I don't have any humanity inside of me, it gets in the way of what's really important. Keeping yourself alive. Because at the end of the day, you're the only one you have to keep you safe.

-0-

I woke up in cold sweats, looking around me until my eyes landed on her. She was sitting next to me on my mattress, wearing the same expression she did in my dream as if I wasn't the only one reliving the nightmare she was undoubtedly giving me.

"What the hell was that for?" I snapped, pulling the covers up around me in attempt to feel warmth of some sort. All I felt was the cold that again, Quinn was probably making me feel.

Sometime I forget how powerful she really is.

"You want to feed," she said simply, cocking her head to the side and blinking a few times as if she were just now figuring it out.

I went silent before falling back on my bed and attempting to take deep breaths. I felt as if I were starting to slowly desiccate into my mattress. "So do you. So does every fucking demon alive." I paused and shook my head a little. "Fuck, Quinn, stay out of my head!"

She ignored that last part and nodded a tiny bit. "Point... But I gave you that dream so you remember what you were like when you fed regularly."

I refused to look at her, which I don't know why I wouldn't... she'd probably find a way to read my mind anyways. "I haven't fed like that for forty years, Quinn. You remember what I was like when I first became like this. I was—"

"You were a monster, Kurt," she whispered in the most tender way she could considering what horrocious thing she was referring to.

I sniffled softly and nodded. "I know..." I let my voice trail off before finally looking over to her. "It's so hard. Being around him and being near him and..."

"And not wanting to feed on him," she finished. "You want to suck every single drop of his soul out of him until he's nothing." Her voice was so low and calm considering what she was saying...

I looked away again. God, it was true. It was so fucking true. When I was with Blaine my natural urge and desire to feed was heightened. He felt so amazing when I was with him and he smelled... perfect.

There are various ways demons feed. Demons can feed off of negative energy, which isn't nearly as filling, but it's the least harmful to humans. Sex is another way, but there's many ways to feed off of sex, some which involve completely draining the person of energy and even blood. There's flesh, which isn't as filling as sex, but it gets the job done. Some demons, including me when I was desperate, have fed off of blood. It's not the same as how a vampire would feed, however. It's not a simple bite and suck job; if a demon is feeding off over your blood, they don't just suck all of your blood out, they also devour your soul and practically everything in the process.

Rachel, who I hadn't noticed was in my apartment, walked over to my bed and handed me a blood bag. "Drink," she said simply.

I scrunched my nose up at it and shook my head. "Do I look like a vampire to you?" I asked and pushed the bag away from her. "I don't want it."

Quinn groaned and took it from her girlfriend before shoving it towards me. "How long has it been since you last fed?"

"Properly? About two months," I answered, still glaring at the blood bag. If I weren't so weak from lack of energy I would've burst the thing in Quinn's face. "I'm fine, Quinn."

"No, you're not!" Rachel cut in with that judgmental, holier than thou, voice. "You tried to suck your boyfriend dry. How were you intending on feeding on him, anyways?"

I sighed and fell back on my bed. "I wasn't intending on feeding on him at all. I wouldn't hurt him like that. I wouldn't... Even if I did, I wouldn't trust myself enough to stop." The two of them were silent for a moment, staring at each other and undoubtedly communicating with one another so that I wouldn't hear. "If you two are talking about me in your heads, I'll—"

"You'll what?" The bitch was calling my bluff, goddammit. "Kurt, you're too weak to do anything. What are you going to do when Azazel finds out you aren't planning on going through with what he sent you here for? Or when Santana's dad finally makes an appearance? If either one of them try and fight you, they'll kill you."

I bit my lip and closed my eyes. "How do you two feed?" I asked in a small whisper.

"Off of each other," Quinn answered, smoothing out her skirt and crossing her legs. "It's not as filling or as appealing as if we were feeding off of humans, but..."

"But I don't want to do that," Rachel finished Quinn's sentence. "I don't want to hurt innocent people, and neither do you, Kurt."

I groaned and flipped over so I was laying on my stomach. I didn't want to face either of them at the moment. "I don't give a shit about innocent people," I muttered, even though we all knew it was a lie. I couldn't pull off the I really don't care façade anymore; it was too hard when in all honesty, I did care. I blamed Blaine, he really had made me better.

"You need to feed somehow," Quinn said after a short while of uncomfortable silence.

"Fine. I'll find some stoners and feed off of their energy. They've certainly got enough negative energy in them, then I'll make them forget what happened." I sat up and pulled my knees up to my chest. "It'll get me strong enough to get by for a while."

Neither of them said anything for the duration of their stay except for soft goodbye's as they left. The second they were gone, I checked my phone: fourteen missed calls, eighteen text messages and ten voicemails, all from Blaine. I couldn't blame him for being worried though, or even scared... He only saw my face changing as it normally did when I wanted—needed—to feed from the side, and I'm sure he was freaked out. The first time I looked in the mirror and saw my face when I was like that, I cried. I cried for hours and hours because I looked like a monster.

Looked. Hell, I was a monster. I'd always be a monster.

-0-

I skipped school the next day. I needed time to think about how I was going to cover up what had happened that night at his house when we were making out; that, and I needed to feed. I did my best to only feed on their energy and to not hurt them too much. I didn't want to do this to them, but then again, I didn't want to die either.

As soon as I'd finished feeding, I compelled them to forget what had happened, not that I'd need to. They were so stoned they'd probably think I was just a part of some real fucky acid trip. I went straight home and showered, making sure to not look at myself in the mirror. I couldn't stand to see myself after feeding.

I showered for a long time, and I was sure my water bill would show it. Not that I cared. Working at the garage wasn't too bad, it paid well and for once, it was honest work. I needed a little bit of that in my life.

I got dressed quickly and sat on my mattress to attempt and figure out what I was going to tell Blaine the next time I see him. Which, knowing my boyfriend—god, seventy some years and I still can't get used to saying that I have a boyfriend—he'd be around anytime soon. I guess I could compel him to forget, but I didn't want to do that to him. I didn't want to take any memories away from him... I didn't want to violate him like that. It seemed so wrong.

I hated the fact that I had to lie to Blaine. I loved him more than anything in the fucking world, and love isn't a feeling that comes particularly easy to me. I've never actually been in love before and now that I am in love, it confuses the shit out of me. I don't understand all these feelings I have for someone I barely even fucking know. But yet, I love him more than anything. When he smiles, I instantly feel the need to smile and when I see him I feel this tingly sensation all over my body.

I don't trust myself around him, though. See, the thing is, it's hard enough not to want to feed on someone until they can no longer breathe when you feel nothing but a sexual attraction for them. Like I said before, when you're a demon—or any supernatural creature—your senses are heightened, you hate more, you love more, you feel every normal feeling a hundred times more. The real reason I haven't had sex with Blaine yet is, because of the fact that I love him, the urge to feed on him is so much more. Being intimate with him... I just... I can't trust myself. I refuse to hurt him like that.

I don't know how long I sat on my bed in contemplation; all I know is that even after god knows how long of trying to figure out how the hell to handle this whole shit-storm, I had nothing. I bit my lip and fell hack, it wasn't fair. It wasn't fair to Blaine that he's dating me—a fucking demon who'd never be able to give him what he really needed in life—and it wasn't fair to me. Not that I deserve fair, because I don't. I don't deserve fair and I definitely don't deserve Blaine.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

I looked up with wide eyes; it was undoubtedly Blaine at the door... who else would it be? Slowly I walked over to the door and opened it ever so slightly. "Hello?" I answered nervously, closing my eyes and waiting for the inevitable. There was only one real option here...

"Where the hell were you?" Blaine yelled as he walked in. His voice sounded so scared and hurt, but not angry. He turned to face me and instantly I could tell that he'd been crying. "I was scared out of my fucking mind, Kurt! What happened last night? Your face... I-it changed and I—"

"Stop," I said softly, walking closer to him as I cut him off. I put my hand gently on his chest and looked into his eyes, they were still shining at the brim with tears that looked as if they were about to fall. He was so gorgeous... I couldn't help but to stare into them, and at his lips. Fuck, I loved his lips' that feeling—the tingly, almost sick feeling—came back. I honestly thought I was going to cry. "Blaine, we need to talk. Ii need to tell you something about me."

Blaine looked at me questioningly with a hunt of sadness. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice starting to break slightly. I could tell how incredibly confused he was.

"Sit down," I muttered, reaching out for his hand. He took it—luckily, I was expecting him not to—and I lead him over to my bed. We sat down and instantly, I closed my eyes. I didn't want to do this. God, why can't I be a normal seventeen year old? Why can't I have a normal fucking life? Why couldn't I have met Blaine, fell in love, and just act like a normal seventeen year old boy with him?

He deserved someone who could give him that. He deserved... Everything in the world that he could possibly want. Except me. He doesn't deserve to have someone so fucked up and dangerous in his life. It was selfish of me to even ever give let him be with me...

"Kurt?" he said my name gently, almost as if he knew about my inner turmoil. "What's going on? You're scaring me..."

I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth and looked down to our joined hands. This could be the last time I ever held his hands. They fit so perfectly in mine... I couldn't imagine not being able to hold them. "Do you believe in supernatural things?" I blurted out. It was the only way I could begin to break the ice. I was sure as hell it would be a lot better than sayinghey, you're boyfriend is a demon!!

He raised his brow curiously and shrugged ever so slightly. "I-uh... I don't know. I've never really thought about it," he answered slowly. "What does that have to do with anything?"

I sighed and gave his hand a tiny squeeze. "Sometimes things in this world are... Abnormal; there are things that can't be logically explained."

"Like...?"

I was fucking this up. Horribly. "Like... Like..."Shit... "Like me." He looked at me with wide, confused, eyes. God... He probably thought I was on drugs or something now...

In retrospect, being on drugs would be a lot better than literally being demonic...

"What the hell are you talking about?" He demanded. Fuck, now he just sounds mad.

"I... I was born in the forties..." I admitted slowly before looking down at our hands once again.

Blaine blinked a few times and looked at me as if I'd told him something completely impossible... which, coming from his point of view, I had. "What?" he asked slowly. "You mean... the 1940's? How the hell is that even possible?" He ripped his hand away from me and started to stand up. "This isn't funny, Kurt! Tell me what the hell happened!"

I stopped him from standing up and reached for his hand again. "Please," I begged. I couldn't do this without holding his hand. I couldn't do this without knowing that once he felt something for me even though he'd most likely never feel this way about me after I told him what I am. "Before I tell you this, I need to tell you something else," I whispered, taking a deep breath and looking him right in the eye. "I love you, Blaine. I-I... I love you so much and that doesn't come easy to me. I've been around for a long while, but yet I've never been in love before. But when I see you, I feel more love and... and at home than I've never felt in my whole life." Blaine opened his mouth to say something, but I stopped him... I wasn't finished; if he stopped me now I wouldn't be able to stop.

"I've been through a lot in my life. A lot of bad shit has happened to me and I've done a lot of bad, really, really horrible, awful shit myself. I-I'm not good, Blaine. I'm a terrible, malevolent, evil force of nature." I let out a small, humorless laugh and shook my head. "And you probably think I'm being melodramatic, but I'm not. I've done things that... that I'm not proud of and that, honestly, sicken me." I sniffled softly and blinked a few times, fuck, I knew I was going to start crying here eventually... "The first moment I laid eyes on you, you were out at the mall. You didn't see me, you couldn't hear me or anything because I didn't want anyone except the person who I was there with to see me. We were discussing a... business transaction, and the second I saw you I just stopped. I looked over at you and saw this beautiful, gorgeous human being with the most amazing smile I'd ever seen in my life. I think that was the moment when I fell in love with you, honestly... But as I got to know you, and when we started dating, I just knew it. I knew that I loved you. I knew that... that you were the love of my life and that I'd never feel this way about anyone else, ever."

Blaine was speechless for a few moments. He just stared at me with wide hazel eyes for a few minutes before shaking his head a little and giving me a tiny, sort of, smile. "I love you, too," he said gently. "I love you so much..." he whispered, and just for a moment, I forgot. I forgot I was a demon. I forgot that I was here on a mission to take away his best friend from him. I forgot that I constantly had the urge to feed to the point that I kill. I forgot that I had to find some way to save Santana. I just forgot.

For about five seconds, I was a normal seventeen year old boy who'd just told someone he loved them for the first time and meant it with all his heart.

Then reality set it. I had to tell him the rest. The truth. Even though that smile would fall, even though I'd probably lose him, I had to tell him. I had to. It was the right—although painful—thing to do.

"I wasn't lying when I said I was born in the forties," I said softly. "When I was thirteen, Quinn and I were sleeping in her bedroom after playing for hours upon hours like normal. I was so tired, I just crashed in her bed with her. Around two o'clock that morning, we heard screaming. Her mom came racing into her room, covered in blood, and told us to hide, quickly... She didn't say why, she just told us to hide. We got out of bed, but we couldn't find a good place to hide, so we had to go with the closet. Before we could do anything, a man, unmasked, came in and stabbed Quinn's mom right in front of us. Quinn started to scream, so I wrapped my arms around her and muffled her mouth with my hand. I-I knew if they heard us we'd end up the same way. The suck bastard didn't just stab her once, though. He stabbed her again, and again, and again, and again... Blood was everywhere and... he enjoyed it. To this day, I don't know why he, or the other man who killed her father that same night, did it... but they did. They took the last bit of family that Quinn and I had from us." I looked down and sniffled again. I could feel the tears pouring down my face, but I couldn't stop them.

"Why are you telling me this?" Blaine whispered. "And what does this have to do with—"

"When we were fifteen we met a girl who'd lost her parents to the same people. Her and Quinn, coincidentally, fell in love. For the next three years we spent literally every minute looking for them. It was insane, what were three fourteen year olds going to do with two murderers? Right? But we were all still so clouded with grief and anger that we let it control us," I cut him off with a portion of the answer to his many questions. I took a deep breath and prepared to tell him the last bit of information. The part that Quinn, Rachel and I had promised we'd never talk about again. "When we were seventeen, after years of looking for them with no help from law enforcement, we found them."

"What... what did you do?" Blaine whispered.

"We killed them," I answered coldly. My mind instantaneously flashed back to that day...

-0-

My hand shook as I held the knife in my hand. I sat, practically straddled across the chest of the man who'd killed Quinn's mother. The man who'd caused her, and me, so much pain over the last three years. I'd already stabbed him once in the shoulder, so he was still alive. I was so angry, but yet I was reluctant to do it again. Quinn had shot the killing bullet—along with about four more—into the arm, leg, stomach and eventually heart of the man who'd killed her father, while Rachel had shot one single bullet into the head of the sleeping man who'd drove the getaway car.

Who could have assumed that three teenagers, so driven and riddled by grief, could do this?

"You gonna kill me kid?" the man gasped out, wincing from the pain in his shoulder. "Or are ya just gonna sit there and stare at me with that knife in your hand?" He let out a laugh, and then a small groan of pain. "You think I didn't see you and your little girlfriend back there in that closet? Y'all were next, ya know."

"Then why didn't you kill us?" I growled. "Why didn't you put us out of our fucking misery?"

"I heard sirens. Didn't wanna get caught with that old bitches blood on my hands—"

It was as if something took over my body. The knife in my hands plummeted through his chest. He let out a scream in agony, similar to the one that Quinn's mother had made that night. "Now you know how it feels," I hissed.

"N'aw," he growled. "Don't you remember?" He hissed in pain before laughing sadistically. "I stabbed her over and over and over again, making you watch as I took her 'way from ya."

The knife found its way into his chest again and again. "What about now?" I growled, standing up from his bloody body. "How's it feel?" I screamed, tears pouring down my cheeks.

His screaming had barely stopped, only long enough to yell, "Rot in hell."

I bent back down, and stabbed him in the heart, knowing he was instantly dead this time, but that didn't stop me. I was so taken over by anger and heartbreak that I physically couldn't stop. I stabbed him over and over and over until I couldn't stop. Quinn and Rachel literally had to pry me off of him.

All I remember is Rachel yelling something along the lines of he's dead but that didn't stop my heart from aching. It didn't change anything. Just because he was dead, didn't change a goddamn thing. Quinn's parents were still dead, Rachel's parents were still dead and my parents were still dead.

We were all still broken... and now we were murderers.

-0-

I couldn't look Blaine in the eyes. I didn't want to see the way he was undoubtedly looking at me. He only knew just a part of what I was now, but it was one of the worst parts of me. A murderer. There was no way of getting around it, I was a murderer.

"You-you're joking me," Blaine whispered. "Kurt, this isn't fucking funny!" he screamed, ripping his hands away from me and jerking away from me altogether. "You can't just... you can't just say shit like that!"

"Blaine," I rasped out, unable to put into words how I felt. "Listen to me, they killed Quinn and Rachel's—"

"Rachel...? Rachel who?"

Shit... "Berry... I think you may know her."

"How..."

"Just listen," I said softly before going on. "That night as we went home our minds were so clouded with everything that had been going on. None of us were really paying attention to... anything. We were all silent. I was driving, and it was raining really, really hard and my mind was obviously elsewhere." I took a deep breath and sniffled again. Part of me was hoping Blaine would reach out and comfort me, but he didn't... He just kept looking at me as if he was scared of me.

Please don't be scared of me...

Of course he's scared of you! You just told him you were a murderer. Just wait till he finds out what you really are!

He loves me. He told me so. I can't help this part of me... I'm still me. I still love him. He'll still love me, he'll have to.

The only way he'll keep loving you after this is if you compel him into it.

"What happened?" he asked in a weak voice.

I let out the breath I'd been holding and looked down to me lap, unable to look him in the eye. The way he was looking at me... it hurt. "Like I said, it was raining hard and I wasn't paying as much attention to the road as I should've been. The car... it went over a bridge."

"How'd you get out?" Blaine asked, his voice still weak but with a hint of curiosity now.

"We... we didn't, pray tell..." I shook my head and sighed. How was I supposed to tell him and make him believe? "I woke up in a small, smoldering hot room. I looked around and saw no one... At first I thought I was in the hospital, but then I realized I wasn't laying on a bed or anything. I was laying in the middle of the floor. I sat there for hours upon hours without anything happening... Eventually, these... creatures came in and took me away. They threw me in a cage and all I could see was fire, everywhere. These other creatures that were outside the cage looked more human, but a little different. They looked... so evil. They were all throwing things at me and yelling and laughing at me. It was fucking horrifying."

"That kind of sounds like—"

"Your dream," I answered. "Blaine, when you dreamt that, it was because while you were asleep, Quinn was in the room."

"That doesn't make any sense..."

"She's a demon," I answered. "A nightmare. She gives humans, and sometimes other demon's, nightmares or premonitions through sleep. When you were dreaming, you were dreaming of hell." I could tell that Blaine wasn't processing any of this. He looked so goddamn confused.

"You're making this up. This is impossible..." he whispered. "There's no such thing as demon's, Kurt."

"I'm a demon, Blaine," I blurted out quietly.

He looked at me with the most confused face I'd ever seen in my life. "That's impossible," he repeated. "It's impossible, Kurt! You're making this up! You can't... you can't be..."

"Think about it," I said softly. "The way I could tell that Grant's girlfriend was pregnant is because demon's have an extra sense... And when we—"

"Your face..." he rasped out. "Is that why your face... why did it...?" he stuttered out in confusion.

I sighed and looked into Blaine's eyes. "When you're a demon, all your senses are heightened. And because I love you... because I love you so fucking much, it made me want to..." I stopped, I didn't know how to continue on. What was I supposed to say? I love so that made me want to feed on you? That seemed so wicked.

"Made you want to what?"

"Feed," I answered softly.

"Feed?" Blaine repeated in a confused voice. "How do you feed? A-and how can you be a... a demon? It's impossible... these things... they aren't real. They can't be."

Denial. I could remember exactly what it felt like. Right when someone had finally enlightened me on the fact of what I then was, I was in a deep state of denial. I'd kept thinking I was going to wake up, sleeping in my mom and dad's bed, just as I always did when I had a nightmare. But I didn't. The torture continued on and on until they'd had their fun.

I took another deep breath and went on to tell him how demons feed: negative energy, sex, and even the blood. To put it simply, Blaine looked horrified. Absolutely terrified... I hated seeing him so scared, but what I hated more was that I could do nothing to stop his fear because I was the one causing it. He was scared of me.

"And when you're in love, like I am with you, it's hard to fight the urge to feed," I informed him in the most delicate way possible. However, there really was no way to put this delicately. It was crude and vile no matter what. "When you're making out with someone, it isn't as hard to resist the urge to feed unless there's a lot of skin to skin contact... like there was with us the other day. With sex, especially your first time with someone, there are so many emotions; it's hard not to get caught up in it... adding love to the equations just makes everything more... more dangerous." I knew none of this was making sense to him, but it's not exactly something you can put into words one-hundred percent. It's something you have to live through. And I definitely never want Blaine to have experience something like this. I sighed and reached over to take his hand. "I'd never hurt you, Blaine. That's why I kept saying no when you wanted to..." I paused and shook my head, "I don't trust myself."

There was a long, uncomfortable, silence come to follow my confession. I could tell Blaine was still processing everything I'd admitted to him. I kept expecting him to pull his hand away from mine, but he didn't; he held onto it even tighter. He had a freakin' death grip on me, but it was comforting. I needed to know he wasn't about to leave me...

"Have you ever killed anyone?" he asked softly. Dammit. The one question I'd been hoping he wouldn't ask... I knew he didn't want to know the answer.

"There's... it's like, a button," I started slowly, trying to word it in the least terrible way possible. "It's like you can just press it and boom, no more humanity. You feel nothing: no guilt, no regret, no remorse, no sorrow, nothing." I squeezed my eyes shut to try and suppress the memories of the days—years—in which I'd shut it off. They were the worst days of my life. "I know it doesn't justify anything, but... I thought, then at least, that if I felt nothing then I wouldn't feel any pain. I wouldn't miss my parents anymore, I wouldn't feel so depressed about losing my old life and... and I wouldn't have to deal with anything other than what I wanted to deal with. So, yes, to answer your question... I-I have killed before. A long time ago," I whispered. "It's in my nature, I can't help it unless I want to. And I do... It's you who makes me want to be good and to not hurt anyone... you keep me human as I can be, Blaine."

Blaine stared at me with a face I couldn't quite figure out; all I knew was that it wasn't goof.

"You-you've killed," he stated in a whisper, more to himself than to me. "And you... you're a demon..." he shook his head quickly and tears began to pour down his face. "You—"

"Baby," I whispered, reaching over to wipe away his tears and wrap my arms around him, but he jerked away from me and stood up.

"No! Don't touch me!" he screamed ear-piercingly loud and enough to make even me jump. "No-no... No, this... this can't be happening." He shook his head again; he looked like he was hyperventilating. "You-you... Oh god... my boyfriend is a demon. A-A demon who's... who's killed people and—"

I stood up and tried to hug him again, but he pushed me away. "Sweetie, calm down, please..."
"No! Stop! I told you not to touch me! Just... leave me alone! You... I-I can't do this... I can't believe this..."

Before I could say anything, Blaine was out the door. I couldn't do anything but stand there and stare at the door as he left... as he left me.

"No," I whispered, shaking my head as tears started to fall quickly down my cheeks. "Come back, please," I cried as I fell back on my bed. I couldn't convince myself that it was actually happening and that Blaine had just left me.

But it had. Blaine knew what I was...

And he hated me for it.