His room was the same as it had been a few days ago, warm and welcoming; I'd only been to Blaine's house a few times, but I felt at home here. I felt comfortable and happy. I sat on the edge of his bed, knowing that I wouldn't wake him up. He couldn't see me in this form, and I was grateful for this. I smiled weakly at him and put a hand on his side, again, he wouldn't be able to feel me, but I could feel him. I could feel the way his body rose up and down as he breathed, I could feel the softness of his flannel pajamas and the warmness of his skin. I laughed softly under my breath, but I wasn't sure why. It was a sad laugh, filled with memories of the first time we met, the first time we spoke, our first kiss and the first time he'd told me he loved me. I could feel tears starting to fall down my cheeks at the thought of this.

After a moment of sitting there and watching him sleep, I leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead before brushing away some of the hair that had fallen across his olive skin. "I love you," I whispered into his ear, closing my eyes tightly so that no more tears would fall from my eyes. "I will always love you, no matter what. You're the love of my life." A soft smile crossed his lips, but I managed to convince myself it was pure coincidence. It wasn't like he could hear or see me anyways. "I love you," I repeated again, sniffling softly and wiping at my eyes.

I stood up after another moment of watching him and made my way out of his house through his window. I looked around his room once more. My eyes glanced to his bedside table; I hadn't noticed it before, but there were pictures of us on the table. Pictures we'd taken together on various dates together... My heart started to ache at the idea of never being able to be like this with him again.

I jumped down from the third floor of his house where his room was and landed almost directly next to Aarón Lopez, Santana's father. He'd agreed to wait outside for me so that I could see Blaine once more before we left. "Are you ready?" he asked gruffly.

I nodded and bit my bottom lip, tasting that same disgustingly metallic taste in my mouth. "Yeah," I whispered, sniffling softly and nodding my head once again. "You know, your daughter is a pain in my ass," I muttered, not making eye-contact with the incubus standing to the side of me.

"I am aware," he said with a sigh. Aarón looked over at me, but I refused to look at him. I looked ahead, staring at the road we walked on until we could find a suitable place to summon him. "She had only made the deal because she was-"

"Afraid, I get it," I said softly. "I know why she made the deal. I guess figuring out you like girls at such a young age must've freaked her out... But what I don't understand is how she figured out how to summon a demon in the first place."

He laughed a grumbly, humorless laugh before shaking his head almost angrily. "Her Abuela, her mother's mother, of course, knows much about our kind. Santana must have stumbled across one of her old books on demons and how to summon them."

"Obviously," I muttered, looking down at the rock I'd been kicking along the road.

"I appreciate your doing this for her-"

"I'm not," I cut him off, finally looking over to him with definite anger in my eyes. I hadn't the slightest idea what was keeping me together, because I honestly felt like going on a murderous rampage. "I'm doing it for Blaine. Santana, for some fucking reason, is his best friend. He'd be heartbroken if he knew she'd gone to hell. I'm doing this for him." I paused and looked back down to the rock I'd been kicking; I kicked it once more and watched it break as it bounced against the pavement. "And because we'd never be able to have a life together anyway. There's no way he's becoming a demon, and there's no way we can be together if I'm immortal and he's..." I sighed and bit my lip again. "Mortal."

Aarón nodded, either not knowing what to say or not caring. We walked the rest of the way in silence before arriving to the edge of town, near the spot where Blaine and I had shared our first kiss. It was remote here, no one ever came around. I bent down to the ground on the crossroads we were standing at. I dug up some dirt and place the ancient box that had been in my possession for years, inside holding a single piece of paper with a single name on it. I covered it with dirt again and stood up, knowing it was only seconds before the bastard showed up.

I stood up and looked around, just waiting for him. He was probably already here, just watching me internally squirm as I waited.

"Do you see him?" Aarón asked quietly.

"No," I answered just as quiet before raising my voice. "But I know the stupid son of the bitch is here!" I yelled, whirling around to see if he were behind me. "If only he would show his goddamn face!"

"That's no way to talk to the son of Lucifer," he tutted, sounding more entitled than he had ever before. I whirled around again to the side, facing him with a scowl on my face. He was smirking at me, and then he started to circle me as if he were trying to intimidate me. It wasn't working. "Now, now, now. I knew it was only a time before you showed up, Aarón. Trying to get your precious little daughter out of her deal?"

"Don't answer that," I growled, stepping over to Azazel, now in full demon form. He looked horrifying, even to me. "I'm here to make a deal with you."

"A deal?" God, his voice was so fucking condescending. I wanted to wring his neck with so bad... but I couldn't. He was my only chance to save Santana. "And what kind of deal would that be?"

"You know perfectly well what kind of deal," I growled, taking another step closer to him until he stopped circling us. "I want you to get Lucifer to release Santana from her deal."

"Oh really now?" he asked with one of his infamous smirks. "In turn for what?"

"What you really want: me," I answered, feeling my stomach turn at the thought. "For eternity, just as you wished. The only thing I ask is that Santana and Blaine stay safe."

He laughed, the son of a bitch was laughing. His eyes turned a brighter, incandescent, red as he leaned into my face. I could feel his breath against my lips, leaning closer into me until his lips were just barely brushing against my own. "It is already done," he whispered.

I pulled away and looked at him with wide, confused eyes. "It's... what?"

He laughed again, even darker than before. "You think you're so unpredictable, Hummel," he said with the same tone of extreme condescension. "I knew from the beginning you'd end it this way. Why do you think I sent you here?" Another dark chuckle emitted from his lips before he grabbed at me and pulled me flush against his body. A wave of sickness washed over my body again. "I knew you'd do this for your little, precious, human. The deal was broken before I even set you to work here."

I tried to pull away from him, but he wouldn't let me go. "So you mean, this whole thing... It was just one big sadistic show for you?" I growled. "This whole thing, me falling even further in love with Blaine... Me caring about someone for once in over forty years... it was all for your own enjoyment. So you could rip it all away from me when I finally gave into you?"

That's when he smiled an absolutely evil smile and kissed me. His lips crashed against mine and his tongue dove inside my mouth. Everything about the kiss was harsh and disgusting. My eyes stayed wide open, trying to find a way to pull away, but I couldn't. I'd never be able to pull away. I was stuck like this with him forever. I'd promised him eternity in turn for Santana's deal being ended... And that's what I was getting. Eternity with Azazel, someone who I wouldn't-couldn't-in a million years love.

He pulled away from my lips and let go of my body. I hadn't realized how hard he'd been grasping onto me until I crashed to the ground. I squeezed my eyes shut and willed myself not to cry, not to think about Blaine, not to feel... I couldn't. What was the point? I'd be under Azazel's lock and key for the rest of my immortal life. I didn't have to feel if I wanted. I closed my eyes and willed myself to turn off all emotions, to purge them for eternity, but I couldn't. Every time I felt myself trying to flip the switch to my humanity, Blaine came to mind.

I thought of his smile, the way it lit up a room every time I saw it. I thought of the way his arms would wrap around my waist and how he'd bury his nose into the crook of my neck. I thought of the way his fingers would lace with my own and how his hand were so soft. All of these memories hit me like a bullet to the head; it was like I was being suffocated by love.

Then it struck me... You couldn't throw love to the side. Once love was there, once you felt it inside you, you couldn't just get rid of the feeling. It was just there. Apparently, when they'd informed me that you could turn off your emotions, they forgot to mention that when you felt love, you couldn't turn it off.

My love for Blaine was my humanity. And I couldn't throw that away, no matter what my future had in store.

-0-

I don't know how I got there, but I woke up in hell. I knew where I was immediately, feeling the burning fire surrounding me. My body was completely numb and... oh. I was naked. I remembered it all then. When I'd told Azazel that I was his, he must have... He obviously didn't waste any time in making that true. After the numbness had subsided, I felt sore, then an ache spread throughout my entire body. I looked around for my clothes, but I couldn't find them. Not that it mattered, I was sure Azazel would be back at any moment for round two... or three. I truly had blacked out, not that I'm regretting it. The less I remember the better. I guess I shouldn't have taken that bit for granted; my ability to black out at a moment's notice was an amazing ability to have, seeing my situation.

I sniffled and put my forehead against my knees. I felt hot tears pouring down my cheeks, but I didn't care. For once, I just let myself cry. I knew I was stuck here for the rest of my life, and I knew the only thing keeping me from turning off my emotions was millions of miles away from me. He was probably worried sick about me, but it was better this way. If he'd known what I'd had planned, there was no way he'd let me go through with it. And there was no way I could say no to him when he had that look.

I ran my hand through my hair after a few minutes, sniffling gently and wiping at my eyes. I needed to stop crying and feeling bad for myself. Azazel would be back at any moment, and I had to be ready... Ready for whatever he had in store for me.

Ready for my life with him... for my eternity with him.

In hell.