I woke up in my bedroom like any normal day. It was silent in my room, the only thing waking me up being the sun peeking through my window. I sat up slowly and stretched my arms out, looking around the room with a tired yawn. I looked around and sighed almost silently; I knew today wasn't a normal day. Not with what would be happening tonight with Santana. That is, unless Kurt found some way to save her, which I doubted highly. He would have told me, if he had. There was no way he would have done something about it without consulting me.

I got out of bed and walked downstairs, expecting to see no one in the room. My parents had left earlier that morning to Lord knows where, and I'd assumed that I'd spend the majority of the day alone. Though, when I walked into my living room, I found Quinn and Rachel, both with worried expressions on their faces. Quinn was pacing back and forth nervously, her hands clasped behind her back, and Rachel sitting on the couch, her head in her hands as she slouched over.

"What are you two doing here?" I asked as I walked over to the girls. Quinn looked frantic and almost sick, and Rachel just looked as if someone had slapped her. "How the hell did you get in my house?"

"Where's Kurt?" Quinn rasped out, her voice groggy and urgent, clearly dismissing my question.

I raised my brow and looked back and forth from Rachel to Quinn, still not having even the slightest idea what was going on here. "His apartment, I suppose..." I answered. "I left him there last night. Why?" Rachel and Quinn shared a look before turning back to me. The looks on their faces hit me like a punch, something had to be wrong. They wouldn't look like that without there being something wrong. "Why?" I repeated.

Rachel ran a hand through her long, brunette hair that was usually straightened, but today it was in a high ponytail. It looked as if she just rolled out of bed; the same with Quinn, normally her pink highlighted hair had something done to it, but today it was just as natural as her girlfriend's, albeit too short to put up. "We can't find him. He's not at his apartment, he's not at work at the garage, he's not at the lake, he's nowhere. He won't even pick up his phone. It's going straight to voicemail!" Rachel ranted desperately. "Something's wrong. It's not like him to just drop off the map without saying anything to us."

"Did he say anything to you?" Quinn asked the second Rachel finished.

I could feel panic setting into my stomach. I felt sick. The thought of something, anything, happening to Kurt... it broke me. Physically and emotionally broke me into a million little pieces. "He didn't say anything. Wh-where could he be?"

"I don't know! We thought he might be here!" Quinn panicked, putting her hand on her forehead in frustration.

Rachel stood up and walked over to Quinn, who at this point had started to pace nervously in the middle of my living room. "Santana..." she whispered, her voice quiet as she bit her lip. "He must have done something to get her out of her deal."

"What? How can we tell?" I asked, biting down on my bottom lip even harder.

"What time is it?" Quinn asked as she looked to the clock, without waiting for me to answer, she ran her hand through messy hair. "We have to talk to her."

"I'm confused," I said, shaking my head and tugging at the hem of my pajama shirt. "How is Santana going to help us with any-"

"The hellhounds will come for Santana at, what, eight o'clock tonight?" Quinn asked, but again, she didn't let me finish. "It's about nine, now. When a hellhound comes for someone, they person will have hallucinations about fifteen hours beforehand. That means Santana would have been having them by now. If she isn't, then the deal is off. If she is..."

Her voice trailed off and she looked down at the ground. Rachel sighed and shook her head; she looked just as confused and frantic as Quinn. I, on the other hand, didn't know what to feel. Hell, I was still trying to let it sink in that my ex-boyfriend, who I was still very much in love with, was a demon, and his best friends were demons, and my best friend was half demon, and in a matter of hours, unless my demon ex-boyfriend does something about it, is going to be taken to hell by this things called hellhounds.

When the fucking hell had my life turned into an episode of Supernatural?

"I'll call her," I said, turning around and heading upstairs without giving them a chance to say anything else.

I should have expected that wouldn't be the end of it.

By the time I was upstairs, Quinn was sitting on my bed and flipping through my phone in what looked like an attempt to try to find Santana's number. "How did you..." I started, but I didn't bother finishing. I already knew. "Where's Rachel?"

"She went to look for Kurt," she muttered under her breath. "Wait, you and Kurt broke up, what, a half a week ago?" she asked with a small, yet sort of sad, smirk on her face. "And you still have a picture of you two as your wallpaper on your phone?"

I rolled my eyes and snatched my phone away from the demon's hands. "I never got a chance to change it," I lied. The reality of it was that I didn't want to change it.

"Right," she said and winked at me.

I sighed and pressed the call button on my phone as I waited for Santana to pick up.

It rang, and it rang, and it rang, and I was starting to get worried because what if something happened to her already? What if she was hallucinating to badly to not pick up? What if they'd already came and-

"What?"

She was fine.

"Santana?" I asked, my voice slightly less frantic than before. "Are you okay?"

"No," she said through a yawn. I could hear her moving around in her bed, it sounded as if she were getting out of bed and walking into another room. "It's fucking nine o'clock in the morning, asshole. What the hell could be so important that you call so early?"

"You know," I said under my breath. I don't know why I was talking so quietly, the only other person in the room was a demon, so I didn't know why I didn't want her to hear it.

"Wait... you... you know?" she asked. "How...?"

"Kurt told me everything," I answered quickly, shoving that to the side for later. "Listen, this is important: have you had any hallucinations?"

"Um... No? I don't think. I mean, I just woke up, thanks to you, but other than that... everything's been normal."

"What do you mean normal?" I asked. I wanted to be one-hundred percent sure of all of this before I went into full-blow panic mode.

"I mean normal, you idiot. I-I wasn't sure whether or not Kurt had fixed this whole shit storm or not, so Brittany came over last night and we-"

"Don't go into details," I cut her off.

She laughed quietly. "Yeah, well, Brittany came over and spent the night. We stayed up pretty late, and we were planning on sleeping in today before going to Breadstix later before..."

Quinn walked over to me and grabbed the phone out of my hand. "You haven't had any hallucinations, right?" she interjected. "You haven't seen people's faces contort and turn into something positively evil looking? You haven't seen inanimate objects turn into... well, animate objects and appear as if they're trying to attack you?"

"What?" I could hear Santana yell, but that's all I could catch.

"Uh-huh, good. Okay. Call Blaine if anything like that comes up..." She sighed and crossed her arms. "And don't leave the house. I don't want to have to clean up after your mess when a fucking hellhound comes after you while you're eating spaghetti."

With that, she hung up and tossed me my phone. Normally, I would have said something about her behavior, but anymore, I just kept quiet.

"Where did Rachel go to look for Kurt, exactly?"

Quinn's face screwed up a little, and she shook her head a tiny bit. "Hell."

-0-

It was seven thirty at night. I'd been texting Santana on and off all day, just to make sure nothing had shown up. According to her, everything was perfectly normal. No hallucinations, no hellhounds, just a normal day. But then again, there was still thirty minutes left. And there was still no sign of Kurt, or Rachel for that matter.

And, unluckily, Quinn wasn't making it any better.

"She's been down there too long," Quinn whispered as she continued to pace throughout my bedroom. She was so frantic and... scared. I didn't want to imagine what she was going through. Actually, I refused to imagine what she was going through. I didn't want to think about anyone I loved being in hell. Especially if it was such a horrible place as they were making out to be.

But then again, it is hell.

"Can't you go and get her...?" I asked, trying to stay as calm as possible.

"No," she answered almost immediately. She gave off a nervous, panicky laugh as she shook her head quicker than I thought was possible. "No way, I am not going down there."

"You're a demon... isn't hell kind of like, your home?" I asked in honest curiosity. I'd always imagined that hell was kind of like heaven, but for demons only. But that was the thing. I imagined it. I never believed in these things until about a half a week ago. What the hell did I know?

Quinn shook her head again and sat down on the edge of my bed with me. "No, hell is not our home," she answered softly with a twinge of pain to her voice. "Hell is hell, just what it sounds like. There's no happy place in hell. Why do you think demon's come up to earth? Why do you think we possess other people's bodies? Because hell is the worst place imaginable. It's controlled by the most grotesque, animalistic, malicious things you can imagine." She sighed and put her head in her hands. "And that's why we're this. After seeing things, and having things done to you down there... you can't help but to come out a bit evil." She pulled her head out of her hands and looked over to me, staring me down like she was reading my mind, and for all I know, she could have been. "You're afraid Kurt is completely evil, aren't you?" she asked with a little chuckle. "You're afraid all of us are."

"No..." I answered softly, and it wasn't a complete lie. I didn't think Kurt was completely evil. Someone who was completely evil wouldn't have done the things he's done for me, and treated me the way he's treated me. But when one hears the word demon, you can't help but to associate evil with it.

"He's not," she responded after a moment. "Most demon's don't have anyone to stay at least somewhat good for. He does. He has you."

I laughed softly and looked down into my lap and shook my head. "I'm still really confused," I admitted. "About all of this. I mean... What else is out there?"

"You mean what other evil?" she asked with a little snort. "All kinds of things: vampires, werewolves, shape shifters, ghosts, ghouls... all kinds of things."

"I don't think I could ever..."

"Ever be one of us," she finished my statement with a soft smile. "Yeah, no. You don't want to..." She sighed and looked out the window, almost as if she expected someone to be there. Probably Rachel. It was clear to anyone how much she loved her. "No matter how much you love someone, never give up your humanity for them... because once you do that, you aren't you anymore."

I went to say something else, but suddenly, and out of nowhere, Rachel was standing behind Quinn. I jumped, and maybe had a tiny heart attack. I wasn't use to this whole teleportation thing yet.

"Rach!" Quinn nearly screamed, leaping off the bed and wrapping her arms around her girlfriend before locking lips with her in a short, yet passionate, kiss. "God, I was so scared! You were down there for hours and... and..."

Rachel smiled sadly and put her small hands on Quinn's forearms, running her fingers gently along the other demon's skin. "I'm okay, I'm okay," she whispered, standing on her tip-toes to press a kiss to Quinn's forehead.

"What about Kurt?" I asked, standing up from my bed and feeling a sickening knot in my stomach tighten up.

She sighed and dropped down so she was flat-footed. "He's there..." she said softly. "He's... he's with Azazel."

"What?" Quinn snapped, her voice high and shrill.

I couldn't breathe. I didn't know what to say, or how to voice the million questions I had. I felt so sick; I felt so sick that at any moment I was sure there'd be a possibility of me actually getting sick. I wanted to scream, to cry, to do something to get him back here.

"N-No," I whispered finally, tears welling up in my eyes. I refused to let them fall. Crying would make all of this real and this wasn't real.

Rachel nodded softly. "Blaine, maybe you should sit down," she said.

My legs were shaky, and I felt as if I might fall over at any second. But I couldn't sit down, I was too anxious and nervous to even entertain the idea. "No," I responded quickly. "I-I can't, I-"

Quinn moved two fingers in the air in a downwards motion, and I felt my body fall onto my bed. She did it, I could tell. For a few seconds, my body was motionless, but I wasn't sure if it was a side effect from Quinn's telekinesis or from my panicking.

"Why is he there?" I finally managed to rasp out. "A-And why didn't you bring him with you!?"

Rachel sat down on the edge of the bed and gently put a hand on my leg. I think it was supposed to comfort me, but all it did was make me even more uneasy. "He made a deal with Azazel. He has to stay with him and... and be with him, so that Santana stays here, and that you stay safe. I found him, and for once he wasn't with Azazel. He... he looked so wrecked. But he told me to tell you that he loves you and that-"

"No!" I screamed, twisting my hands through my hair and pulling tightly at my hair. It hurt, but it was nothing compared to the pain I was feeling in my heart. I felt like it was ready to drop out, and like my head was about to physically explode. "No! I-I need him to get out. He can't-can't stay down there with him. He hates him!"

"Everyone hates Azazel," Quinn growled. I could tell she was angry. She growled something to herself, but I couldn't hear a lot of it. Something along the lines of Azazel and kill. He once beautiful green eyes turned black in a second. I should have been scared, but I wasn't. It was sickening that this, these demons, they were my life now. One in particular, who was literally my world.

"There's nothing I can do, Blaine," she whispered. "I can't just go down there and pull him out. He's bound by a contract down there unless something changes."

"Something?" I asked, feeling the hot tears pour down my cheeks. "Something like what?"

Quinn opened her mouth to say something, but Rachel cut her off. "Nothing."

"Tell me!" I screamed, loud enough to make even them jump. Rachel's eyes darted over to Quinn, locking on her girlfriend's black eyes. She was shooting daggers at her and making sure she wouldn't tell me. "Tell me!" I repeated, starting to forget how to breathe. "I'll do anything! I just... I can't let him rot down there!"

"If someone makes a deal with another demon-"

"Quinn!"

"-Then Azazel has no choice but to-"

"Stop it! Do you know what Kurt will do to us if we let him make a deal with a demon?"

"-Release him from his contract. He'll be free to leave hell, and be here. With us."

If I hadn't felt sick before, I felt now. Kurt had made me promise not to get involved with demons like this, but here I was, the only option to getting him out of hell. To me, there was no thought process of the matter, because I wasn't thinking. The only thing on my mind was Kurt. I had a one-track mind, and it was focused on getting Kurt out of hell. I didn't stop to consider what it would do to me, or anyone else. The words came out of my mouth before I even had a chance to stop them.

"I want to make a deal."

"No," Rachel shook her head and laughed humorlessly under her breath. "There's no way in hell I'm making a deal with you. Kurt will kill me, Blaine. I don't mean that figuratively; when he gets out of hell, he will find me, and he will kill me, and probably Quinn, too."

"He wouldn't do that-"

"Yes he would!" Rachel cut me off in a shrill scream. "He's a demon! That's what we do! When we get angry at someone we kill them! We don't think, we just kill them! It's a wonder we haven't killed each other already!"

"Fine," I said softly, standing up and starting out of my room. "If you won't make a deal, I will. And I'm sure as hell Kurt will be a lot madder at you for letting me make a deal with some unknown demon that could very well attempt to kill me. But that's up to you."

I started to open the door, but it slammed shut beforehand. I assumed it was Rachel's doing. I heard her make a long, angry sigh before standing up and walking over to me. "Fine. I'll make a deal with you. But you need to know what you're getting yourself into. Who knows where you'll be in ten years, Blaine. You could have moved on from Kurt... you could be living in some fancy SoHo apartment with some really nice human guy. Hell, Blaine, you could even be married! Or have kids! You could have anything you wanted!" She was screaming at me, obviously taking out years of frustration out on me in this moment. "You could have everything that Kurt can't give you! Things you won't be able to have as a demon. Blaine, you don't even know you'll become a demon. You could get stowed away, somewhere private in hell, where they just torture souls for all of eternity. I've seen it happen, and it's a hell of a lot worse than becoming a demon. It took the three of us five years to crawl out of hell, as demons, after we got there. And that's a really short time, Blaine. It could take you twenty years, or fifty years, hell, I've met demons that say it took them a hundred years to crawl out the first time." She looked away from me for a moment, maybe to let me let everything sink in before looking back at me. "I just want you to be one-hundred percent sure that this is what you want. I need you to know the risk before you sell me your soul."

I thought over everything she said in my mind. I thought of living in New York, I thought of getting married, I thought of everything I ever wanted, but the thing was, Kurt was there in each dream. It dawned on me then, that it was him. He was everything I ever wanted. Only him. And I couldn't just let him rot in hell like that. I loved him too much. I was willing to do anything to get him out of there; even if that included going to hell and becoming a demon myself. I didn't care. He was the love of my life.

I couldn't let this happen to him. To us.

"I'm making the deal," I whispered. Rachel sighed and nodded. "How do we do this?" I asked softly as she stepped closer to me.

"Physical contact seals the deal. Normally, I feed off of someone who I make a deal with, but I'm not going to do that with you."

"Then what-?"

She leaned in and pecked my lips so softly I wouldn't have noticed it if my eyes weren't open the whole time. It was kind of like being kissed by a relative. "There. Signed, sealed and delivered." She laughed sadly under her breath before shaking her head. "I really hope you know what you're getting into."

"Yeah, me too..."

Me too.