"Leave."

It was the one word I hadn't expected come out of Azazel's mouth. I'd been here for about a day—even though it felt like a year—and he was telling me to...

"Leave!"

He screamed it this time, and I was never so pleased to be following a direct order of that asshole. I got up and gathered my clothing, pulling them on quickly before walking past him. "So," I started out snarkily, ignoring the pain that emitted from, well, everywhere in my body. "What made you want to get rid of me so quickly?" I asked, knowing how downright bitchy my voice was, but I didn't care. I was happy for once that entire time I'd been in hell.

"You really think I'm letting you go on my own?" he snapped, pushing me back and away from him. "Your stupid little pet of a human made a deal with that little bitch of a crossroads demon. It broke the contract, and now you have to leave. I can't keep you any longer." A smile crossed his face after a moment. "But imagine what I'll do to that little plaything of yours in ten years. All the things I have planned for him, just you wait..."

Before I could process any of what he said, I charged forward at him, but before I knew it, he snapped his fingers and I was in my apartment. I don't know how he did it, other than the fact that I knew he was very powerful. Nevertheless, it gave me a chance to think. And I wasn't at all happy anymore.

Blaine, my Blaine, my sweet, innocent, little Blaine had made a deal with a demon. With... With Rachel. It had to be Rachel. God, I was going to kill her. I felt sick, instantly. I couldn't believe it. No, that's not true. I could believe it, but I didn't want to. It hurt too much to believe what was inevitably true.

I needed to see Blaine, but I almost didn't want to. I was too angry at him, at Rachel, hell, at myself. I wasn't even sure if I trusted myself enough to see him, to be honest.

But I had to. I couldn't just ignore him forever. He was—or at least, he had been—my boyfriend. I had to talk to him eventually, I knew that much. Like it or not, he'd basically risked his life for me, and even if I was mad at him, I couldn't ignore him forever.

-0-

I considered riding my motorcycle to Blaine's; I needed to be out in the open for a while. Even though I'd only been in hell for like, a day, it felt like it was a year. I wanted to be out in the open, fresh, air, on my motorcycle. I always felt safe on my motorcycle; it felt like it was the closest to heaven I'd ever get.

I didn't though. I wanted to, but I just couldn't. I was too angry to take the necessary time to cool down. If I'd ridden to his house then I wouldn't have been as mad when I got there... but I didn't ride my bike. I closed my eyes and within a blink of my eyes I was at Blaine's house, in his living room. Blaine, Quinn and Rachel were sitting on the couch, undoubtedly waiting for me.

"Kurt..." Rachel said, standing up and starting to walk towards me. Quinn grabbed her arm and pulled her close to her, most likely trying to keep Rachel safe from me.

"Rachel," I growled, walking a little closer to her. "For your own good, get the hell out of here." I took a deep breath and willed myself not to lunge at her. "Because I swear to god, if either one of you are here for another fucking second, I will rip you both to fucking shreds!" I was yelling by then and I felt my eyes involuntarily change from blue to red and then to black, a sign showing how angry I really was.

Before I knew it, they'd both disappeared from my sight. Blaine was still sitting on the couch, his knees pressed to his chest like he was scared. I closed my eyes and squeezed them tight until they changed back to their normal, humanly color. Once I opened my eyes, he had stood up and walked a little closer to me. "Kurt," he whispered, letting out a breath. "God, you're back..." He wrapped his arms around me and held onto me tight. I didn't return the hug.

"Stop it," I hissed at him, pushing him off at me. "What the hell did you do, Blaine?" I yelled, trying to keep my anger to a minimum, which wasn't exactly a simple fucking task, mind you.

"I-I saved you," he said in a small, innocent voice. He sounded like a child.

He was a child... Compared to me and the fact that I was immortal, never aging, never dying... he was a child.

"You made a fucking deal!" I screamed, watching him as he flinched back a little bit.

"Kurt... I-I'm sorry," he started, looking down at his feet for a moment. He sighed before he looked up and went on. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen; Rachel said that the only way to save you was to make a deal... So that Azazel was forced to let you go. I-I... I couldn't let you rot down there, Kurt." He sighed again but then gave me a small, pained smile. "But don't you see?" he asked, his bright hazel eyes shining with tears. "At least we can be together forever now—"

"You're the one who doesn't see, Blaine!" I screamed. Blaine had no idea what he was getting himself into. It made me sick to think about it. "You promised. You promised me to my face that you'd never do anything to become like... Like me. You looked me in the eye and promised me that you'd never do this!" Tears started to fall down my face faster than they'd ever fallen; I hadn't cried—really, truly cried like this—for years. Not even when he broke up with me. Maybe that's because I hadn't felt for so many years. Maybe because I hadn't ever loved anyone like I loved Blaine. I felt my whole body freeze up and start to shake in wretched sobs.

Never had I ever imagined someone else's misfortune would cause me so much pain.

Never had I ever imagined that I could even love someone, much less so much that I'd feel like this when they betrayed me.

Never had I ever imagined losing the love of my life to the demon I was. The demon I always would be. The vile, ugly, disgusting devil that yearns and craves the blood and souls of the innocent; who begs and pleads to be set free out into the world to destroy and murder everything within sight.

Blaine was going to become like that. Like me.

And there was nothing I'd be able to do to stop it.

"I-I'm sorry..." Blaine whispered, tears starting to fall down his own face. Normally, at first sight of seeing him crying I would do anything to stop him, to make him feel better, but I couldn't do that now.

"Sorry isn't going to work this time," I said, aware of how harsh my voice was; I didn't care. "You have no idea how painful it is to be in hell. How horrible it is to be a demon. It took me, Rachel and Quinn five years to initially climb out of hell," I laughed a humorless, angry laugh. "You know this isn't my real body? When we first made it out of hell, we were nothing but a tainted, tarnished soul. We were nothing but fucking smoke. We possessed the first three people we could find; Quinn and I possessed a girl and her boyfriend while Rachel possessed the girl behind us. We took over their bodies and they all died within a week."

"I-I don't want to hear this," Blaine whispered, starting to walk away from me. I flicked my fingers and he sent him back to sit down on the couch. "Kurt... what did you do?" he asked, snapping his head up to look at me. "Let me go!"

"No!" I yelled, bending down to look him in the eye. "No, you need to listen, like it or not you need to hear about what it is that you're going to become, that is, if Azazel ever even lets you get out of hell. You think Azazel is just going to let you, of all people, climb out of hell in ten years?" I asked, shaking my head and looking into his eyes. "He isn't, but he is going to torture you every single day for the rest of your soon to be immortal life if we don't find a way to get you out of this. I'm not letting you become like this. You're a good person, Blaine. You're the sweetest, kindest, most loving person I've ever met in my entire life... and I'm never letting you become a demon. You're too... you're too pure for that."

"I did this for you," he whispered, looking me in the eye. Tears were still falling down his face and could tell her was trying his best not to let out a sob; it broke my heart to see, even if I were still mad at him. "I couldn't let you stay down there... the idea of you staying down there forever broke my heart, Kurt." He sniffled softly and leaned forward a tiny bit, enough to press his forehead against my own. I sighed and let go of the hold I had on him, allowing him to move as much as he wanted to. "I love you so much," he whispered.

I closed my eyes and sniffled as well. I knew he'd done this for me, and if our positions were reversed I'd probably do it for him too. I was just so damn angry that things had happened like this. "I love you too," I responded, wrapping my arms around his waist. "Look at me," I whispered, allowing him to move away from me enough to look me in the eye. "I'll do whatever I have to do to keep you from becoming a demon," I said before kissing his lips softly. "But if that means I have to go back to hell with Azazel you have to let me," he opened his mouth to protest but I cut him off, "No, listen to me... I'm not letting you go to hell for me. You're only seventeen, sweetheart. I can't let your life be ruined like this."

Blaine sniffled gently and leaned in closer to me. "You didn't ruin my life... Even if you are a demon, and even if I go to hell or... whatever happens; I will never regret being in love with you and I'm willing to do anything and everything to stay with you forever."

I sighed gently and pressed a kissed against his lips again before pulling him a little closer to me. "I'll look into some rumors I've heard about getting someone out of a demon's deal... but until then you need to lay low. If we act to rashly on this Azazel might take you to hell early... and he will, don't even think he won't."

"It's not like we have to worry about this now... We have ten years, don't we?" he asked with a defeated sigh.

I shook my head and moved off of the floor to sit next to him. I moved my fingers over to entwine with his own, giving them a small squeeze before pressing a kiss to his temple. "Whatever it is that we have to do, we have to do it soon... Who knows what Azazel will do to you once he finds out that you're trying to get out of your deal."

Blaine sighed and leaned into me; I could tell he was trying his best to make this up to me in the best way he could. "I'll do whatever you need me to do," Blaine murmured against my shoulder. "Just promise me that you won't leave me like that again without even telling me. I was scared shitless."

I nodded a little. I guessed it was the least I could do. "I promise. No more secrets between us, okay?"

He nodded and sniffled softly, moving his hands up to rub at his eyes. He looked tired, and I could imagine why. I knew he must've had a long day. We both had. "I promise," he whispered before yawning a little. "What's next?"

"Well, first, we both need to get some sleep... both of us. And tomorrow..." I sighed and bit my lip. I knew there was one possibility that everyone had talked about, that everyone had just assumed was a myth, but it was the one thing that had never really been tested to get someone out of a demon's deal... That didn't mean I wanted for this to happen. It was a last resort kind of thing... but to my knowledge, it was our only option. "And tomorrow, I'm going to go take you to see someone who might be able to help us."

"Who?" he asked, looking at me with confusion swimming in his innocent, hazel eyes.

I sighed and flopped against the couch. I hadn't thought about her since... well, it's been years. I'd made Rachel and Quinn stop bringing her up and I'd vowed to myself to never see her, or even think about her again. The only reason I'd even thought about it now was that she might be the only person to save Blaine from going to hell.

"My sister."

-0-

"This is where she lives?" Blaine asked, staring up at the huge house that stood in front of us. We were about an hour away from his house; I had suggested teleporting us here, but he was still sort of against the whole teleportation-demon related skills thing, so we rode my motorcycle over. "It's huge."

"This is where we grew up... that is, until we moved in with Quinn." I sighed as I looked over at the house. It was beautiful and filled with nostalgia. I'd loved living here more than anything in the world. I was almost jealous that she got to live here and not me.

"How come you never mentioned her?" he asked as we started to walk towards the door.

"Because we don't get along. Like, at all." We stopped below the balcony and I took his hand. "We have to go up to the balcony. One look at me and she'll either slam the door in my face or..." my voice trailed off and I zapped us up to the balcony. Blaine looked mesmerized and, admittedly, he looked adorable.

"Or?" he asked once we were up there.

"Or she'd kill me. At least this way I can sneak up on her."

Blaine blinked a few times and bit down on his bottom lip. I could tell he was nervous, but then again, he really had every reason to be. "How is she supposed to help me if she kills you?"

"Don't worry, I'll calm her down," I answered as I peered inside the room. She didn't appear to be in there, but I couldn't be sure. "Anything else?"

"Is she a demon too?"

I shook my head and put my hand on the door, but the second I did I felt my whole hand burning. "Mother of fuck!" I screamed and jerked my hand away. It was red and steam was emitting from the burns on my hand. "The bitch soaked the door handle in holy water! Who the fuck does that?" I nearly screamed.

"She must really hate you," Blaine muttered under his voice. I ignored him and grabbed a potted plant next to the door, picking it up and throwing it at the glass; the element of surprise was clearly out of the picture.

"Watch out for the glass," I muttered, walking into the room slowly before helping Blaine in.

"Do you think she's home?"

I laughed and nodded my head. "Yeah... She doesn't really leave the house during the day, I don't think. She's kind of a recluse, last time I checked."

"I'm a recluse because all my former friends were either killed or left me because of you." I heard her voice and turned to face her. There she stood, looking just the way she had when she was sixteen; long red hair that flowed down her back with bright blue eyes. If I were the sentimental, family oriented type, I might have been happy to see her looking so pretty and well.

I wasn't, and therefore, didn't.

"Hello, Kurt." Her voice was sly and conniving as she walked closer to me. "I haven't seen you in... what? Twenty? Thirty years? I can't say I've missed you, brother."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I muttered, reaching over to grab Blaine's hand again. "Look, I really need a favor."

She laughed, but it wasn't just a simple laugh. It was more of a dubious, I'm-going-to-kill-you-in-your-sleep kind of a laugh. When she was done she shot a glare towards me. "Why the hell should I do you any favors? I owe you nothing. Actually, you owe me a whole hell of a lot."

"Listen, Lyla..." I started, biting down on my bottom lip softly. "We've both done things to hurt each other in the past, I know that, and I'm sorry for my part in that, but right now I need you." I sighed and grasped onto Blaine's hand a little tighter for support. "We were once family."

She ignored all my words and stepped closer to Blaine. "Now who's this?" she asked, stepping closer and closer to him. "Aren't you adorable? What's your name, hon?"

"Blaine," he answered softly, holding onto my hand tighter. "I'm Kurt's boyfriend."

There was that annoying, sinister laugh again. "His boyfriend! Isn't that adorable. I'm guessing you know what he is, right?"

"He does," I answered for him. "And that's why I need you."

Lyla snapped her head in my direction and snarled. "Find someone else to change him, asshole. I'm not here to serve immortality to your boyfriend. If he wants it, why doesn't he just become a demon?"

"The only reason I'm here is because I don't want him to become a demon!" I yelled, stepping closer to her, but there was a force that held me back. I looked up. "Dammit, Lyla!" I screamed, trying to reach out to grab her but I couldn't. "How paranoid are you?"

"You spend a few years with some demons and you learn a few tricks. There's holy water in the sprinkler system and an occasional devil's trap scattered throughout the house. Oh, and I have exorcisms memorized in about every single language there is..." She smirked and leaned closer to me so that her face was mere inches from mine. "You can't hurt me like this."

"I didn't come here to hurt you, Lyl..." I muttered, sighing softly and stepping back as much as I could.

"Don't call me that, Kurt," she snapped. "And don't even think about treating me as you did when we children. We aren't eight and nine anymore."

"I realize that, okay? Look, I'm sorry. For everything that I've done. But you aren't exactly an angel, Ly—Lyla. You've done some horrible things in your time and you know it. Please, just hear me out. You know I wouldn't come to you unless it was important."

She turned her gaze to Blaine and again, ignored me. "How the hell did you get yourself mixed up with a demon?" she asked with a cackle. "Seriously, you're a cute kid. You could have any normal boy you'd like. Why the hell would you stick around him once you realized he was a demon."

"I-I broke up with him at first... but then, things happened and... I guess I realized I really loved him and—"

"Oh come on!" She threw her arms up in the air before crossing them across her chest. "You're what, seventeen? You don't even know what love is."

"Enough," I interrupted her, looking back at Blaine. "He does loved me enough to make a deal with a demon to get me out of hell. If that's not love, I don't know what is."

"You made a deal with a demon?" she asked with disgust in her voice. "Dammit, what the hell is wrong with you?"

"I-It was the only way to save him from—"

"There's no excuse to make a deal with a demon!" Lyla cut him off with a harsh tone to her already naturally bitchy voice. I could tell that Blaine was starting to cower away from her, but I couldn't blame him. If I were him, I'd be scared too.

"Lyla," I started in a hopeful whisper; she had to hear me out, though. She was Blaine's only chance. "You're the only one who can help me right now; so please just tell me... if you were to change him, would that save him from his deal?"

She crossed her arms indignantly across her chest—which I'm pretty sure had gotten bigger since the last time I'd seen her—glared at me; I could practically feel her wanting to kill me. "Yes," she snapped slowly. "I'm the only thing that can save him."

"What are you, exactly?" Blaine asked from behind me; he moved so that he stood next to me, no longer shielded from her by me.

She snickered and walked over so she could stand directly in front of him. "He didn't tell you?" she asked with a smirk. "Oh, baby," she started, leaning in so that she was right next to his neck. I started to feel even more uneasy than normal when I was around here. "I'm a vampire."