All I could do was sit and stare out into nowhere. None of this could be happening. Things like this, they don't happen in real life. This stuff only occurs in myths and fairytales. There's no way in hell that Kurt, my boyfriend—ex-boyfriend—can be a... a demon. There's no fucking way that Kurt can be anything other than a normal—while tragically sad—teenager. He can't be anything but a normal seventeen year old boy. He can't be. I can't will myself to believe it.

God, I was so confused. My life had gone from normal to insane in less than two seconds as he uttered the three words. I'm a demon. He'd been so honest with me, though, telling me everything when I asked him... especially when I asked him if he'd ever killed anyone.

The look in his eyes when he said that he had killed before will never leave me. He looked so guilty and hurt. Like it wasn't really him doing it, but it was all at the same time. He felt horrible, I could tell... but it was still too much for me to handle. I couldn't be dating... or in love with a demonic killer. I was so scared of him, but at the same time I needed him...

I needed the boy I fell in love with.

-0-

Kurt wasn't at school the next day, nor the next. Honestly, I was glad he wasn't; in a way, I missed him, but I missed him, not the demon him. In retrospect, he'd been a demon the whole time, but that wasn't even making sense to me at this point. Nothing was making sense to me. I mean, how could I even know he was telling the truth, huh? I didn't. I had no fucking way to know.

Something deep inside of me told me that it shouldn't matter who, or what, he was because I Really, truly, did want to be with him... because I loved him. Then there was the other part of me, telling me to stay the hell away from him and to never look back. He was a dangerous killer, he'd said so himself. What kept him from—

"Mr. Anderson!"

My eyes shot up to my haughty history teacher, whose question I'd undoubtedly missed, though this time there was no Kurt to save me. I hadn't been sleeping well lately, so the part of my brain that would normally tell me to be respectful was obviously just as sleep deprived as I was answered with a frustrated, "What?"

"I asked you who invented the printing press that—"

"I don't know," I answered without letting her finish. Of course, if I'd let her finish the question I'd have most likely known the answer, but as the moment school was the least of my worried. "Can I go to the nurse?" She began to answer with a no, so I added, "I feel like puking."

She sighed quickly and wrote me a pass. Once I got to the hallway, I Shoved my passbook in my backpack; I wasn't going to the nurse, I just needed to be alone. Begrudgingly, I started to walk. Where to, I had no idea. I just needed to have some time to think. My mind was clogged with thoughts of what I thought were impossible. I was so confused about everything, I kept hoping I was in a really bad nightmare, but somehow I doubted I was.

I began to walk outside to get some fresh air when I saw a man standing near a classroom, as if he were looking inside it for some reason.

"Can I help you?" I asked him. He turned around and... Shit, it was the man outside of Kurt's apartment the other day. The one who Kurt seemed to have hated so much... Was he a demon too?

"Hello." His voice was calm, cool and almost... enticing. "You're Kurt's boyfriend, are you not?" His lips curled into a menacing smile. "Blaine."

The way he said my name sent a wave of fear over me. I looked around to see if there was anyone else in the hallway, but there wasn't. We were alone.

"E-ex boyfriend," I corrected him; I wasn't sure what I was expecting from him, but I definitely wasn't his smile to widen. "Your name is..."

"Azazel," he answered, sticking his hand out for me to shake it. Everything was telling me not to, but hesitantly, I reached out to take it. "I'm quite sorry for your break up, Blaine. You and Kurt were... a lovely couple."

His hand was as ice cold as his voice. I wanted so bad to let go, but I couldn't; I physically cold not let go of his hand. It was like... a force holding our hands together. I wanted to let go. I did, and I tried, but I couldn't. I was starting to get scared...

He smirked and stepped closer to me. "Now... You think you'll do me a favor?" he asked, but it wasn't a question. It was a pleasantly worded demand that I knew there was probably no way of getting out of.

"Depends," I whispered shakily, trying not to show too much fear. "What's this favor?"

"Tell me where Santana Lopez is."

His eyes did this weird thing, and his nails dug into my skin. That's when I went blank. I felt as if I had to tell him, even though I didn't want to. It was like I was being forced to. Before I realized it, my mouth was moving and the words were coming out of my mouth. "She's in room 132. Pre-calc."

He smiled, his eyes turned from the once terrifyingly silvery-red to his normal dark brown color. His nails made their way out of my skin, but he still didn't rake his hand away. "One more?"

Before I could answer, he shoved me against the locker and hissed, "Don't scream."

His teeth tore open my skin and I felt him sucking at a spot on my neck. Almost instantly I felt dizzy and like I was going to pass out. I was so horrified, I wanted to scream and yell for someone to save me, but I couldn't. All I could do was stand there, feeling myself start to fade away as he continued to drain me. It dawned on me that he was feeding on me... One of the many things Kurt had explained to me. He we draining my energy and maybe even my blood... I felt light-headed and woozy... If he didn't stop I was sure I was going to die...

"Stop-stop, please," I whispered, but he ignored my pleas. He pressed me harder against the lockers and continued to feed off of me.

It was a blur, but I felt his teeth being ripped out of my skin. It was... It was Rachel. She looked... She looked terrifying. The once pretty, preppy girl who normally shuddered at violence looked... Evil. Her eyes shone bright red, her back was hunched, her nails had visibly grown and you could see by the way she was snarling at Azazel that she had fangs. "Stay away from him," she hissed. "And Santana."

"Yeah? Or you'll what, little cross-"

Rachel cut him off, springing forward and pinning him to the floor. Her hand wrapped around his neck, and for a moment I swear she was found to actually rip off his head.

"This... This isn't your-your fight, Rachel," he said through gasps of air. "Back off and I'll spare you."

"I have the upper hand here," she barked, tightening her grasp on his neck. "And it is my fight. You're messing with my family. I won't let you tear us, or the ones we love, apart."

"In that ca..." Her hand tightened again, but his point was made. I hadn't realized it, but there was a knife in his hand.

"Rachel!"

Before I could even finish my warning, he stabbed the knife into her side. She gasped loudly in pain and let go of him. Before she could do anything, he was gone in a blink of an eye.

I rushed to her side, half way into hysterics. "Rachel! Oh my god, this is my fault!! Are you-"

She pulled the knife out with only a small flinch of pain; it was like someone had flicked her with a rubber band. She sighed and looked down at her sweater. "I can't believe he did that. He got blood on my favorite sweater..."

I went blank. I couldn't believe this. "You... You got stabbed and all you can think about is your fucking sweater?" I asked. Fuck, I lived in goddamn crazy town. What the hell was going on?

She sighed and stood up, proceeding to brush off the dirt she'd gotten on her plaid pink and white skirt. "I need to get you out of here," she said, looking around to see if anyone had seen the whole ordeal.

"But, Rachel, he-he was after Santana!" I said frantically. "I-I have to stop him!"

Rachel nearly keeled over in obnoxious laughter; I couldn't help but to want to punch her, but after the whole knife in her side thing I doubt it'd hurt her much, probably just piss her off. "Blaine, you seriously think you can stop a demon?" she asked, the laughing tone gone from her voice. "Most demons can't even stop other demons, and Azazel isn't a normal demon. He's Lucifer's son, for heaven's sake! Killing him, hell, even exorcising him would land you in deep shit."

Up until that point, I don't think I'd ever heard Rachel curse. I sighed and crossed my arms, my whole body sore from Azazel's feeding off of me. "Then what are we gonna do? Why does he even want her?"

Rachel sighed and grabbed my arm, likely because she knew how unsteady I was. "Come on, Kurt can explain it to you better than I can," she said with a sigh.

I shook my head and stepped away from her, at least I tried. I forgot that she'd be so strong. "No. I-I can't see him, he lied to me and he's a—"

"A demon. So am I. So is my girlfriend," she pointed out in a calm voice. "But Blaine, so is Santana."

This time I managed to jerk away from her. "No..." I shook my head again. "Rachel, this isn't funny. Santana would have told me that, and she's... she can't be. I've known her for years, I've watched her grow up!"

"She's only half a demon, Blaine. A cambion. She takes more after her mother's human side, luckily for her, but still... She's a demon. And your still her friend, right?" Her voice was too sweet and caring. I felt like I was going to throw up.

My ex-boyfriend was a demon. The obnoxious and talented girl from glee club was a demon. My best friend was half a demon and had some son of the devil searching for her. It didn't make sense. None of it. This shit can't be real.

"Blaine, I know you're in denial," she said with a heavy sigh, putting her hand on my shoulder gently. "But you could also be in danger. Please, just... leave with me. It's likely Azazel will use you as bate to get to Kurt or Santana; you'll be safer with Kurt, Quinn and I."

"What about Santana... and Brittany? Do you think this... this Azazel guy would try to go after them?"

Rachel shrugged and started to walk, me reluctantly following her. "Maybe, but right now, you're Kurt's biggest concern."

"Why me?" I asked stubbornly. I probably sounded like a spoiled child, but I didn't care. I had the right to act like that.

Rachel turned to face me, but continued to walk backwards. "Because he loves you, and he'd do anything to keep you safe. Just because you two broke up, doesn't mean he'll stop taking care of you." She gave me a sweet little smile and turned around. "He'll always take care of you."

Somehow, I found this slightly unnerving, if yet woefully romantic.

-0-

"I can't believe this," I whispered, sitting cross-legged on Kurt's mattress. Kurt was leaning down in front of me, careful not to touch me but still staring into my eyes gently. "You... Santana. You're supposed to make sure Santana is dragged off to hell by a hellhound, because she made a deal with a crossroad demon ten years ago..." I shook my head and laughed humorlessly, it was more of a frustrated, what kind of crazy shit is going on, kind of laugh more than anything. "I can't believe this is happening. What-what are you going to do?"

Kurt gave me a weak smile, I could tell he was fighting the urge to reach out and touch me, undoubtedly to try and comfort me somehow. "I'm going to save her. Remember that night you had that nightmare?" His eyes darted over to Quinn, who was standing with her arms around Rachel near the counter, and glared at her. "You told me how scared you were, and I promised you I'd never let anything happen to you or anyone you loved?" I nodded and my eyes darted down to the floor. I couldn't look at him for fear of crying. "I might be a lot of things," he laughed softly and sadly, "a lot of things that you probably hate... but I'm not a liar. Not when it comes to you, sweetheart."

The room was silent for what felt like forever. After a few moments, I looked up at his eyes, blue and slightly red-rimmed. "I don't hate you," I whispered.

He smiled and nodded softly without saying anything else. My throat burned harshly as I stared over at my ex-boyfriend, who was staring back at me with almost as much pain in his eyes and I did.

"Alright, this is just getting lame, sappy and gr—Ow!" Rachel nudged her girlfriend in the side and shot a glare at her. "Sorry," she muttered, but it was clear that the sorry was to the brunette and not to us. "Look, you two can fix whatever the hell you need to fix later, but now we need to try to and figure out what the hell we can do to keep Santana from going to hell. We have four days."

"Four days?" I nearly screamed. "That's... that's not long enough. What the hell are we going to do? Especially if Azazel is already looking for her!"

"He can't take her to hell," Kurt tried to reassure me. "Only a hellhound can at this point."

"It was her own goddamn fault that she's in this mess anyways," Quinn grumbled with a sigh. She pulled her arms away from Rachel, most likely in fear of her jabbing her elbow into her stomach again, and sat herself up on the counter with her arms crossed. I've said it before, I'll say it again, what the hell kind of eight year old makes a deal with a demon anyways?"

Kurt turned to glare at her again. "It doesn't matter, Quinn. Not now. All that matters is we figure out what the hell to do about all of this."

I sighed and put my hand on my forehead in frustration; I had a horrible headache, it felt as if my head was being pounded at over and over again. I just wanted this all to be over and my life to go back to normal... Not that normal would ever be very likely for me. Not at this point. "How do you even summon a demon to make a deal with them?" I asked, not exactly wanting to know the answer.

"There are various ways," Rachel cut in, walking over to me and sitting by my side. "Sometimes it's as simple as reading a spell or incantation, other times it's difficult and... dangerous. It really just depends on the nature of the demon." She laughed and sighed a little. "I guess a simple Google search would give you enough information to summon a demon—"

"Which you should never do," Kurt cut her off and crossed his arms in a defensive manner. He stood up and looked down at me with a stern gaze; it was sort of scary, but in a kind of hot way... Wait, shit, no. He was my ex-boyfriend, who just happened to be a demon. "Just because you can trust the three of us, doesn't mean other demons can be trusted. I guess we aren't all bad, but we've all had our dark moments, even Rachel." Rachel looked down and away from us, after a moment she walked back over to Quinn and let the blonde envelope her in an embrace. Kurt sighed and looked over at the pair before looking back down to me. "I'm just saying you have to be careful, okay?"

I looked over at Quinn and Rachel before looking back up to Kurt with a sigh. Of fucking course I'd be careful, I was scared as shit. "I will be," I answered and stood up so that I didn't feel so small. Being small was nothing new for me, often most guys—and the occasional girl—were taller than me, but this type of smallness had nothing to do with my height. I was surrounded by three supernatural beings with lord knows what kind of powers, and then there was me... a human. A normal human who somehow managed to get stuck in the middle of all this demonic shit.

-0-

We stayed and talked about what we were going to do about Santana and the whole deal until at least midnight. We couldn't come up with a single goddamn thing; as far as I knew, we were screwed. I was scared out of my mind. I thought that I was going to lose Santana, my best friend since I was a kid. She might not be the best friend in the world, but she is my best friend; somehow I felt like I had to find a way to protect her. And if I personally couldn't, I had to find those who would.

The point being, I couldn't let her go to hell.

Quinn and Rachel were making their way out of the door, saying goodbye to me and Kurt and making promises that they'd figure out what to do about the whole thing. I just smiled and told them goodbye.

Being alone with Kurt was awkward. I looked at him and both felt like hugging him and turning away and leaving. I wanted so bad to just close my eyes and forget everything, to just let him wrap his arms around me and make me feel like everything is okay. Even though I knew for sure that nothing was okay. Hell, I was not okay.

"Do you want to stay the night?" Kurt asked gently and almost vulnerably. I could hear the fear of rejection in his voice, and it hurt like hell. "I mean, who knows if Azazel is out there... I just, I don't want you getting hurt. If you stay here he won't be able to hurt you. I-I mean, Rachel told me about how he fed on you..."

"I was so scared," I admitted without even realizing it. "He-he... he made me tell him where Santana was, Kurt, but I didn't want to. He told me not to scream, but I wanted to. I wanted to scream for help but I couldn't. If Rachel wasn't there I would've die—"

"No!" Kurt cut me off and shook his head, stepping a little closer to me. "Look at me Blaine," he whispered, hesitantly reaching out to take my hand. I almost pulled away and told him to back off; we weren't dating anymore, I couldn't do this with him... But I didn't. I let him take my hand and put it gently to his heart. "I love you," he said softly, his eyes shining brightly with a sad smile on his face. God, I wanted to kiss him... "And I will never let anyone hurt you. Ever. You-you can break up with me and move on and never love me again. Hell, you can even meet some new guy and fall head over heels in love with him," his sad smile dissipated into a pained grimace at the thought of me with someone else. I grimaced at the thought of me with someone else. "I don't care, I will still love you and I will still always protect you."

I blinked a few times, not knowing what I was supposed to say. Eventually, I just wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tightly to my chest. I buried my nose into the crook of his neck and closed my eyes, trying to brand this moment in my brand forever. When I thought of Kurt, I wanted to be able to think of the sad, scared, boy who fell in love with me and promised to protect me no matter what, not a demon that I was afraid of. And the funny thing was... I wasn't afraid of him. I was comfortable around him. Still, I just wanted him to hold me.

After a few minutes of just holding onto him, feeling his hands rub gentle circles into my back, I pulled away and looked into his eyes. God, they were so beautiful... "I love you too," I whispered, feeling myself leaning into his lips. I don't know what was causing me to do this, all I knew that I was here with Kurt, someone I felt so much love for that I barely knew what to do with it.

Our lips just barely brushed against each other, but it still sent shivers down my whole body. "Always and forever," he whispered, pressing his lips against mine again, making my body start to shiver even more.

"Always and forever," I whispered back, but it was probably useless; I don't think the words came out just as I planned them.

But I was kissing him too hard to care.