He was so peaceful when he slept. It made sense that he'd be just as, if not more, cute while he slept as when he was awake. He'd spent the rest of the night here; he hadn't meant to fall asleep, I don't think, but he did. We hadn't really done anything together. We just held hands and talked until he started to doze off. I'd never felt so intimate with anyone in my life, and that's saying something considering how much sex I've had.

It's weird how something so small as holding hands and talking about nothing in particular can feel so heartfelt. Blaine made me feel all these things no one had ever made me feel before. When I first met him I knew he was special, but after getting to know him everything changed. When I first saw him I thought that maybe it was love at first sight, and it could have been, but once I got to know him, I knew... I loved him. There's no other name for this feeling. It had to be love.

I reached out after a few moments of watching him in his deep slumber. I put my hand on his chest, right above his heart. I hoped my movement wouldn't wake him up, and luckily, they didn't. He continued to sleep soundly as ever, even if my mattress was fuckinghorrible.I guess I could figure out a way to get more money to get a better place, but hey, just because I'm a demon doesn't mean Ihaveto bad... does it?

Yeah... It kind of does. It always meant that. I can try though, if not for me, for Blaine. I really don't take him for a person who'd want to be around, much lesswith,someone as horrible as I could be.

I smiled-an unusual thing that he'd been making me do a lot lately-and put my head gently on his chest. I could hear his heart beating slow and steady. I got this weird, warm, feeling all over my body. It was one of the many feelings he gave me on an almost constant basis.

There was a knock at the door.A fucking knock.I groaned softly and moved myself off of his chest gently.Fuck,I thought.I don't want to get up, I want to stay here with him... forever.The knocking got increasingly persistent and much louder. Sooner or later it'd wake up Blaine, so I got up to see whoever the hell was fucking with myperfectnight.

I trudged my way to the door and opened it slight to see who it was.

Shit.

"What thefuckare you doing here?" I snapped quietly at the blonde girl. She smirked at me and walked in without being invited. I mean, of course she did. The bitch had less manners than I did.

"Well hello, Kurt," she chirped loudly. "It'slovelyto see you!"

"Would you keep your voice down?" I snapped, pointing to Blaine who was starting to stir a little in my bed.

She gave me an evil smirk and started to play with one of the pink strands in her hair, the same time playing with the hem of her black dress. "You tap that?" she asked, turning to look at Blaine. She looked at him like he was dinner. I know she'd never do anything to him, butfuck,the way she was looking at him made me want to slap her.

And believe me: when it comes to demons, there's no rules when it comes to hitting girls. Actually, there's really no rules when it comes to demons, come to think of it...

"He's cute," she finally said, walking over to the small counter in my kitchen and sitting up on it. She crossed her legs and sat her hands on her knees, kicking her dirty, black, high-top converses back and forth. "Not really my type though."

"Oh, wow. Quinn Fabray has a type. That's fucking news!" I whispered sarcastically. I rolled my eyes and rubbed my forehead in frustration. "And no, I didn't 'tap that'." Suddenly, the words seemed vile in my mouth. "And you didn't answer my question: what thefuckare you doing there?"

"You have such a dirty mouth, Hummel," she tutted with a fake pout. "You used to be so sweet and innocent when we were little."

"Yeah, and thenyougot us both sent to hell."

She crossed her arms in obvious anger. Believe it or not, Quinn was probably the closest thing I had to a friend. I knew when she was angry. "I didn't get us sent to hell, asshole. It was as much your fault as mine. Actually, I'm pretty sure it wasyou'reidea."

"Whatever," I grumbled. "Now just, answer the damn question."

"Fine," she grumbled back. She was silent for a second, smoothing out her dress before looking up at me with soft eyes. I hadn't seen her look so sweet in... well, for as long as I can remember. "I heard about your little mission here."

"You make it sounds like I'm James Bond," I cut her off in a dry voice.

"Kurt! Come on, this is serious. Listen, I heard about why you're here, okay? Azazel knew for a fact that Santana's father is going to be pissed once he realizes she's being taken to hell. He's not going down without a fight."

I sighed and shrugged a little. "So?" I asked, biting my lip a little. "It's not like he's going to come afterme,and it's her own fault. She's the one who made the deal. What kind of eight year old makes a deal with a demon after all?"

"That's not the point, Kurt," Quinn said with a sigh.

"Then what is the point, Quinn? Because I honestly don't know what you're trying to tell me here."

"I'm trying to tell you that he'llkill youif you actually let a hellhound take hisfuckingdaughter to hell!" Quinn snapped, rather loudly, too. "We might not be that close anymore Kurt, but I don't want that to happen! You... and Rach... you're the closet thing I've got to family a-after everyone... a-and..."

She was crying. Quinn Fabray... was... crying. It was kind of hard to process. Quinn had been so strong, not letting anything bother her for as long as I had, and now she was crying. I didn't know how to react. I walked slowly over to her and gently wrapped my arms around her. It felt funny; I hadn't hugged anyone for so long, I kind of forgot what it was like to actually hug someone.

"Shh, Quinn, everything's going to be okay. I'm sure I'm stronger than he is. He's just an incubus, right? I'll be fine," I tried to convince her, but there was no use. I couldn't convince her if I couldn't even convince myself.

Quinn sniffled a little and wiped at her eyes. The black eyeliner she had caked on her eyes was starting to run down her face, along with the mascara she was wearing. Even I have to admit, Quinn is hot... But now she just looked like a hot mess. I let go of her a moment and handed her a tissue. She smiled softly and used it to wipe her eyes and blow her nose.

"Just be careful, Kurt," she whispered.

I looked back at Blaine, who was still laying asleep. I was surprised he didn't wake up after all that. I pressed a gentle kiss to Quinn's forehead and played lightly with her blonde and pink hair. For a moment, we weren't two demons.

We were the same two, scared, kids who had to make it on their own when we were thirteen. I guess, in a way, we've been those kids for the last fifty some years we've been like this.

-0-

Quinn left a little while later. We talked a tiny bit more about the whole situation with Santana, but eventually we gave it up. After the whole thing, I came to a conclusion: I was exhausted. I pulled off my shirt and pants quickly, pulling on a pair of old sweat pants. Normally, I sleep naked-when I do sleep, that is-but with Blaine here, I decided it'd be better to wear clothes. I started to look around for an old t-shirt I could pull on, but as I did so Blaine started to wake up. I didn't notice this until I heard him sitting up on my mattress.

"Mmm... what time is it?" he asked in a groggy whisper. I bit my lip to hide a chuckle. He was even more adorable in his half asleep state than he was when he was awake.

"It's almost two in the morning," I said, finally pulling on a shirt and walking over to my mattress that was lying on the hard, wooden floor. He was so tired I highly doubt he noticed I was half naked. "Go back to sleep, okay, Babe?" I smiled softly before climbing into bed with him.

"I-I don't want to," he muttered softly. He looked... scared. Why the hell was he scared?

"Why not?"

He blushed and shook his head. "I-It's really dumb," he muttered. "Maybe I should go..."

Blaine started to sit up, but I caught his wrist in my hand before sitting up with him. "I told you, it's almost two in the morning. Just stay here for the night. It's no big deal." I scooted a little closer to him and moved my hand from his wrist to lay gently on his shoulder. "Tell me why you're scared. Sometimes it helps to talk about what's bothering you instead of keeping it all locked up inside."

Not that I would know.

Blaine let out a breath and looked down at his legs that were crossed beneath him. "You're going to laugh."

I shook my head before hooking it on top of his shoulder. "I promise I won't. Please tell me?"

"It was a dream. I-I guess it was a nightmare. I've never had one like that before... It-it was horrible. I lost everyone: Santana, Brittany... you too." Blaine brought his hand up to gently wipe at his eyes.Shit,was he crying too? I mean,obviouslyI can understand why he's crying. I understand how horribly painful it is to lose everyone you hold dear to you. I'm just not used to comforting anyone so much in one day.

It finally struck me though... Maybe his dream wasn't a nightmare. Well, to him it was. It makes a lot of sense, actually, that he'd have a nightmare considering Quinn was here. That's not a bash on her, either. She's a nightmare; like, the type of demon, I mean.

Anyways, maybe his dream was more of a premonition than it was a nightmare. If what Quinn said was true, then it very well could be a forewarning of the future if I didn't do something quick.Fuck...I had to figure out what I was I was going to do about all of this in the next twenty five days, or who knows what the hell could happen.

I decided to push that to the back of my mind for a moment. Blaine needed me right now, and I was here for him. As long as I could be, I would be. I smiled sweetly at him and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. "It was just a dream, baby," I said gently, wrapping my arms around his waist. "Sometimes when you sleep in a new place, you get weird dreams." It was dumb, but it was the only thing I could think of spur of the moment. "Here, lay back down. If you have another dream, I'm right here. You can wake me up, I promise."

Blaine blinked a few times and curled into me a little bit. I hadn't noticed how small he was until just now. He felt so tiny in my arms, it made it all worse that he was shivering. Sometimes I forget that humans get cold and hot on a normal bases. I laid us down and grabbed the blanket by the side of my bed. Blaine didn't say anything for a few moments, he just watched me as I pulled the blanket over both of us. I leaned in and gently grazed my lips against his forehead, hoping it'd offer him a little bit of comfort.

"Go back to sleep," I whispered, wrapping my arms around his small frame. He seemed hesitant at first, but he soon cuddled into my chest. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you, or Santana, or Brittany."

"You promise?" he whispered, looking up at me with huge, brown, pleading eyes.

I bit my lip and nodded a little. "Yeah," I answered, moving my hand up to gently play with his gelled back curls that were slowly coming loose. "I'm not going to let anyone hurt you. I promise."

-0-

Exhausted as I was, I didn't sleep at all that night. Blaine fell asleep after a while, and I assume he had no more nightmares considering he didn't wake up. I held him close to my chest all night and into the morning. I kept thinking over the promise I made to him. I promised not to let anyone hurt him, or Brittany... Or Santana.Fuck.Why had I done that?

Because I love him...

It was just another thing to add to my plate of shit I had to deal with. I didn't want to, though. I wanted to be normal. I wanted to be a normal seventeen year old again so I could be with him, but like this it was impossible. I couldn't be with him like this. There was no possible way we could be together. I've been seventeen for fifty years, I'll be seventeen for fifty more years, and fifty after that. There's no way I can change that. Even if I'd give anything to be human again.

Blaine continued to sleep against my chest silently. He didn't make a sound, except for the quiet noises of him breathing. I could still the see the dry tear stains on his cheeks from where he'd been crying earlier. I hadn't realized how much his friends had meant to him until he told me about his dream. I had no idea what I was going to do about everything, but it was clear that this wasn't something I could just push to the side and hope it smooths itself out in the long run.

Maybe if I could get into contact with Santana's dad, see if he'd be able to work with me towards keeping Santana here. Not that it would work; even if I did find him in the sea of what was probably a million incubi, there was no way I could get around Azazel on this one. I was screwed.

I'll figure something out. I'll have to. I promised Blaine, and I may be a lot of things, but a liar isn't one of them. Well, yeah, okay, a liar is one of them... But I'm trying, okay? I'm really trying to be a better person-er, demon. Shit, this whole thing is so complicated.

I felt Blaine slowly start to stir in my arms. I looked across from me at the tiny alarm clock I had on my nightstand. Actually, it was more of a box with a ninety-nine cent tablecloth folded on top of it, but you get the picture. I had to squint to read it because of this fucking mortal body. I seriously hated being in human form sometimes. The clock read that it was almost nine o'clock. I was starting to think that Blaine would sleep all night, but obviously he wasn't. I was actually relieved that he was waking up; even if he was beautiful when he slept, I missed his voice.

His hazel eyes started to blink away slowly. He looked up at me without saying anything; he just stared at me with a hint of confusion in his sleepy eyes. I think he may have forgotten where he was momentarily.

"Well good morning, bedhead." I smirked playfully and ran my hands though his, now, extremely messy curls.

"Hi," he whispered groggily, sleep still thick in both his voice and eyes. He started to seem to wake up a little bit, but it was taking him a while. Something tells me that he's one of those people that once they get to sleep, they stay asleep no matter what. That explains why he slept through Quinn's visit. "Thanks for letting me crash here."

My smirk turned into a sweet smile-fuck, this whole smiling thing is starting to feel... normal-and started to rub his back gently. He seemed to be coming increasingly more comfortable around me. I can't even describe how happy that made me. I ached to kiss him, to show him how much he already meant to me... But I couldn't.Fuck,I'd been over this. There was no possible way Blaine and I could be together.

Well, maybe...

"No problem." I continued to run my hand up and down his blue, button up, t-shirt that he'd unbuttoned the previous night before falling asleep. The bowtie he'd been where was thrown onto the floor next to him. Watching him untie it and throw it off to the side was probably the most adorable thing I'd ever seen. Probably because the whole time he was untying it he was talking about this extreme infatuation with bowties he had. I already knew that he did, though, considering he wears one with almost every single outfit.

He looked so casual and sweet laying in my arms. I could've gotten used to having him here when I woke up every morning. "I don't mind having someone here, especially not you." I looked down and away from Blaine for a moment and bit my lip. "It gets a little lonely here, ya know?"

Blaine nodded and pressed his forehead against the top of my head. "I understand; my parents are gone a lot... So I'm usually alone, too."

My stomach was full of butterflies. The way we were laying together felt so casual, yet intimate at the same time. Everything aboutusseemed intimate to me. Inever, and I mean absolutely, positivelynever, feel comfortable around anyone; then Blaine comes along and makes me feel this weird sense of safety. I wasn't used to the feeling of safety, either. I constantly felt as if I should have been looking over my shoulder for something-rather, someone-but with Blaine I felt at home. Home was definitely something I hadn't felt for years.

"I guess we can just be alone, together, huh?" I adjusted my body so that I was looking him in the eyes. I kept having to remind myself not to get lost in them.

Ha!Like that was even a possibility.

"Doesn't that kind of defeat the purpose of being alone?" he question cheekily. He smirked at me for a moment before pressing his forehead right up against my own. It was probably the most comfortable I'd ever been on this old, ratty-ass, mattress I'd ever been.

I giggled, actuallyfuckinggiggled, like a freaking twelve year old, bitchy, school girl-shit,what the hell was wrong with me?-before nodding a tiny bit. "I'm not complaining."

"Me neither," he whispered with that same, radiant, smile on his face.

Yeah, that wholelet's not get lost in Blaine's eyesthing? Fucking screw that shit. They were too beautiful to not get lost in. They were this amazing shade of greenish-brown with a hint of yellow. It was the prettiest color I'd ever seen in my life, and of course, it belonged to Blaine's eyes. I wanted to kiss himso fucking badly, but I thought it would be a little too forward.

Then again, he didn't just sleep in my arms after having a nightmare-well, premonition brought on by my best friend, but that's irrelevant-that I promised I'd protect him from. The least he could do was let me kiss him, right?

Right.

"Can I ask you something, Kurt?"

Or we can talk, that's cool too...

"Of course you can, Babe."

"It's... it's sort of personal. Is that okay?"

I shrugged; screw personal, I have absolutely no shame. If you don't like it, then I really don't give a shit. Like I said, absolutely no shame.

Well, except for the whole demon thing. There's a bit of shame there. But you can understand why.

"Just ask me," I reassured him.

Blaine sucked his bottom lip into his mouth; I could tell he was still hesitant about asking me whatever it was that he had to ask me. I'd tell him that it was okay to ask me, but I couldn't form words. It was too hard to think about anything other than howfucking hotit was when he did that. I highly doubt that he'd meant the action to be so sexual, butfuck me,it was.

"Have you ever had a boyfriend?" he finally asked me; I was surprised that, to him, the question was classified under the "sort of personal" category. I was expecting him to ask me how I lost my virginity or something along those lines.

"I thought we already went over this?" I grumbled a little harsher than I'd intended. "I'm not boyfriend material."

He rolled his eyes and sighed. "I think you are."

Fucking butterflies everywhere.

"I'm really not." I rolled away from him and stood up out of bed. "I told you last night: I'm a fucking train wreck. Look at me," I motioned down to my body, "I'm a fucking nightmare. Everyone who's been around me for at least three seconds knows that."

Blaine sat up and got out of bed himself. He looked offended at my self-deprecation, even if it was all the truth. "That's not true, Kurt. If you were as horrible as you make yourself out to be then would you have been so sweet to me last night? Blaine asked, his voice was border lining on a yell; it almost hurt to hear him talk to me like that.

Almost.

"You were fucking scared!" I snapped. My voice was loud and harsh, but I couldn't help it; part of this whole demonic thing is being a hot tempered asshole sometimes. "You havenoidea what I've done or been through in the past, Blaine! You can't judge who I am from the three fucking days you've been in contact with me!"

"Then tell me!" he yelled back; he didn't seem all too phased by my cruel tone. "I know that I don't know you very well, Kurt, but I can tell how sad and lonely you are. I could tell when you talking earlier." His voice was no longer a yell. It was so much softer; I was genuinely surprised by the worry in his voice. He was so considered aboutmywell-being.

I but my lip, hard, so hard that I could taste blood. That was the thing about this semi-mortal body: it wassemi-mortal. My teeth were still razor sharp as ever. I took a deep breath and leaned against the small counter in my kitchen. I needed to calm down before I said something to him I would regret.

"Can-can we just drop this?" I stuttered in a whisper, trying to talk around the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. "I don't want to fight with you, Blaine."

"Kurt..."

"No!" I snapped back at him. "I don't want to talk about this. Blaine, there are things about me that I can't tell you! So fucking drop it!"

"Like what?" he asked, walking closer to me. I looked over at him and silently pleaded him to drop it; I doubted he would, though.

I closed my eyes and shook my head. Half of me desperately wanted to tell him what I'd been through. I wanted to get it off my chest and be able to tell someone, and I desperately wanted that someone to be Blaine. Then the other half of me wanted to continue to keep it all bottled up. I thought, maybe, if I let someone in and let them see who I really,really,was, demon and all, then it'd be a step backwards from forgetting everything.

"Please?" I whispered, looking up at Blaine with, what I assume was, pitiful, pleading eyes. "I don't want to talk about this, or anything. I've had a hard life, okay? I don't want you to feel sorry for me, but I want you to understand that I don't want to talk about it."

Blaine sighed and nodded. He walked a little closer to me and wrapped his arms around me. Those butterflies that were fluttering around earlier? Yeah, there were about two-thousand more now. Blaine's arms were surprisingly strong and... comforting. I hadn't been comforted since before my parents died. It was another unusual feeling for me, but it was an amazing feeling.

"Okay," he said simply. "I'll drop it. Just... if you ever need someone to talk to-"

"You'll be the first I go to," I cut him off in a choked whisper. I wanted to talk louder, but I physically couldn't. My throat was too tight to actually allow me to form words. I was so close to crying, but I wouldn't let myself.

I was already vulnerable enough for one day.