"You're so stupid!" She screamed at me. I mean,really, screamed, like really fucking loudly. I'm surprised my neighbors didn't come over and tell me to shut the fuck up. "You're gonna blow you're cover, Kurt! You've been here for what, a month? You've been in contact with Blaine for about a fucking week and he's already catching onto the fact that you... you're..." For once in the entire time she had been yelling at me, she stopped talking. I was quite flabbergasted. "You're supernatural!"

I laughed and plopped back onto my mattress. "Come on, Rach. You make it sound like I'm a ghost."

"You might as well be!" she screamed, throwing her bright, pink, knapsack at me in the process. I tried to dodge it, but it still hit me. The damn thing was fucking heavy too. "You're gonna blow our cover too, Kurt! Me, Quinn..."

"Baby, calm down," Quinn said from where she sat, crossed legged, next to me. She was rubbing her head in frustration at her totally enraged girlfriend. "Yeah, Kurt's a fucking idiot for freaking out on Grant—"

"And for saying Kayla was pregnant!"

"Yes, and that... but no one's going to associate that with him being a demon, and definitely notus." Quinn was obviously still miffed at Rachel for the little—or huge, I try to stay out of their relationship problems—spat they had the other day. All I know is that they were fighting over me and the whole Santana situation. It made me feel a tiny bit guilty.

I think some of Blaine's goodness is rubbing off on me.Shit.

"Listen, Rachel, you know I have a bad temper.Everyoneknows I have a bad temper. You shouldn't be that surprised that I did something like that," I pointed out. I mean, come on. I do have a bad temper; Rachel should be used to it after this long. The only reason I spilled the beans was because I was pissed. And my awesome, heightened, demon senses could tell that she was pregnant. I guess that's one of the few pros of being demonic.

"You didn't have a bad temper before," Quinn moved her hands around in a motion that I don't even think Rachel understood, "before all this happened."

"You mean us all becoming demonic?" I asked, my brow raised.

"Yeah, that."

I laughed again and tossed Rachel's knapsack onto the floor. "And you didn't use to dress like a gothic hooker," I pointed over to Rachel, "and she didn't use to be this annoyingly OCD about stuff thatno one cares about. My point is, we all change. I have a right to be angry."

"Would you stop playing the victim?" Rachel snapped at me. She seemed even more pissed at me than she was a few moments ago. Which was saying something, because even as a demon, Rachel Berry never succumbed to violence of any form. "Your parents died, but so did mine, and so did Quinn's! You can't still be acting like this!"

"God, would you just let this go?" I yelled back at her. "It's not about our parent's it's..." I stopped talking. I was only seconds away from mentioning the thing the three of us had promised not to talk about in the last fifty some years.Rachel could see it in my eyes, so she too, stopped. Quinn looked over at us and knew too what we were thinking.

We might not act like it, but the three of us are really the best of friends. They're the closest thing to family I've had in fifty so years. Maybe it's not the most healthy of a relationship, but we've been through everything with one another, come hell or high water.

And I mean the hell part literally.

Rachel walked over to the mattress and sat down beside Quinn. She put her head on her girlfriend's shoulder and sighed softly. "Just be careful, Kurt," she muttered. Quinn wrapped her arms around Rachel's small waist and nodded in agreement with the small girl in her arms.

I gave the two girls a small smile before nodding. "I promise," I whispered, leaning over and pressing a kiss to Rachel's forehead.

Lord knows that's one promise I won't be able to keep.

-0-

It felt strange to be so close to him; a good strange, but still... strange. My stomach had been in loops, my head was spinning and my heart was beating a mile a minute. I wanted to be like that with him more often; again, really fucking strange.

I never craved that much human contact before. Even sexual contact was just that: sex. Get in, get out, get the fuck out of my apartment before I snap your neck. That was the only thing that happened with me when it came to physical contact. Then with Blaine, everything was different. I wanted him to hold me, and I wanted to hold him. I just wanted to be with him...

Quinn and Rachel left not long after we'd talked. I'd promised them that I'd behave myself and not do anything too stupid.

Fifty bucks says I break that promise by the time the month is over.

It's not that I mean to break my promise with Quinn and Rachel though. It's just, I love Blaine... and there's no way I'm being semi-responsible for his best friend being taken away from him.

I just can't do it.

I pulled into McKinley and parked my black, 1986 Yamaha Radian, in one of the first parking lots I saw. This wasn't an easy task. Let me tell you, it's fucking impossible to park in that place. Much less parking a freaking motorcycle.

I pulled off my helmet—which I only wore because I couldn't afford yetanotherticket—and locked it so that no one would steal it. Seriously, who the fuck steals a motorcycle helmet from someone's motorcycle?

Assholes.

I scanned the parking lot for Brittany's light blue Mustang that she usually took Blaine and her girlfriend to school in, but I couldn't find it. I sighed and leaned against my bike; there was no way I was going into that shitty-ass place without Blaine by my side. Is it sad that I'm more scared of high school than I am ofactualhell?

Yeah. Very much so.

I closed my eyes and looked up at the sky; the sun felt amazing on my face. It was warm, but comfortable. When my eyes were closed, and I could see nothing around me, a sense of happiness washed over me. I heard noises of people talking with their friends or significant others, laughter... basically all the things I never got as a teenager. I'd be seventeen for the rest of my life, and I'd never experience such things. A semi-relationship with Blaine would be the closest thing I'd ever have to being a normal teenager.

Just one of the many cons of being immortal.

In my daze, I didn't hear Blaine coming up behind me until he was a few feet away. I knew it was him though; I could smell him. I know that sounds really creepy, but I have an impeccably good sense of smell. And Blaine always smelt really amazing, like raspberry and jasmine. I could tell already that he was planning on sneaking up on me, so I just pretended I didn't notice him.

"Boo," he said through a chuckle as he wrapped his arms around me quickly, with more force than I was expecting, honestly, and smiled at me.

"Jesus," I muttered before laughing softly. "You scared me," I lied. It was only a white lie, and the way he smiled brighter than the sun when he thought his little plan to sneak up on me worked.

"I know." He stood up on his toes a little—which was fucking adorable—and hooked his chin onto my shoulder. His smile was so gorgeous...god,I'm going to miss him when everything is said and done here.

"Hello, by the way."

"Hi," he answered simply. I leaned into his chest a little and let out a comfortable breath. I wish I could be like this the rest of the day, no interruptions, just us. "I didn't know you had a motorcycle..." he looked behind us where it was standing. His face vaguely resembled a person going into shock.

I shrugged a bit before nodding. "I got it a while ago. It doesn't really take that much gas, and it's inexpensive." I patted the seat once before smiling; it was the one earthly possession that I actually liked... and in the case of my bike, I fuckinglovedthat bitch. "You should let me take you on a ride sometime."

"Blaine's eyes widened, but so did his smile. "I'd love that—"the bell.Thegoddamnbell rang and ruined everything. Okay, not everything... even demons are melodramatic. "—but as of now, I have to go to English."

I sighed but nodded him along. I wrapped my arms around him quickly and kissed his forehead gently. "I'll meet you outside of your Business class, okay?"

"See you then," Blaine said before he hugged me back and quickly ran off into the mass exodus of people.

Shit...Blaine was becoming my boyfriend more and more each day...

-0-

I skipped my next two classes which were... uh, okay, I forgot what they were, exactly, but the point is, I skipped both of them. I walked into the business hallway and waited for Blaine to emerge from the room. I was hoping he hadn't forgotten to meet me here; I really didn't want to walk into history alone.

Much to my luck, Blaine walked out of his class with the most bored expression on someone's face I'd ever seen. I felt bad for him; I know how sucking that class was. I tried going once day and...no.Not gonna happen.

I walked over to Blaine and slipped my hand into his as normal. I never thought I'd enjoy holding someone's hand as much as I did his. "How was class?" I asked, even though anyone could tell how his class was.

"Shit," he grumbled. "And now... history. Yay." He gave me a pouty face and sighed. "I wish I could be like you and skip every class, but still get all A's."

"I've been through this kind of stuff before at my other school," I said, which wasn't a lie. We did go over this stuff before at my old school... over fifty years ago when I was actuallyinhigh school. "Do you need me to help you with anything?" I asked as we continued to walk down the hallway. I was prepared to shoot glares at anyone who made any comments, but I think after what went down with Grant, people didn't exactly want to mess with me.

"Not really, but if I do I'll ask you," he said as he started to swing our hands in between us. I gave his hand a little squeeze and nodded.

Before I knew it, we were at the door to our history class. "I don't wanna go in there..." I grumbled. Demon or not, I didn't want to have to deal with any douchebag jocks. It's not that I'm scared of them, mostly because I can snap them all in half like a twig, it's just... they're so annoying. And they smell nasty.

Blaine game my hand a sympathetic squeeze; I could tell that he didn't want to either. I was tempted to just skip, but I wanted to stay with Blaine.

"It'll be okay," he tried, but we both know that walking into class would mean glares and questioning stares from basically everyone.

"Will you skip with me?" I asked hopefully.

Blaine looked at me as if I asked him to start stripping on top of a desk—not that I wouldn't enjoy that or anything—and bit his bottom lip. "I-I can't skip class, Kurt..." he said hesitantly. He was such a goodie-two shoes; I needed to change that. He lives in this safe little bubble that I'm dying to get him out of. I can understand wanting to be a good student and all that shit... but come on, you're a teenager. Live a little.

"Come on, Babe, it'll be fun," I said with a smile, which was probably more of a smirk come to think about it. "I'll take you on that ride I promised you."

Blaine seemed to be a bit more intrigued by the idea, but not quite there yet. "What if we get in trouble?"

"Well, I for once don't care ifIget in trouble," I gave Blaine's hand another squeeze and leaned in close to his lips. If I ever leaned anything in the last, almost seventy years I've spent here on this earth—seventeen human, fifty some demonic—was that seductionalwaysprobed to be affective. "But I know you do. Let's just say I know,"am threatening, "Someone who can make sure our skipping stays a secret.

"So, what, you'll have someone forge a pass for us?" he asked.

"Something like that."

I knew he was in, right then. "Alright let's do it."

Fuck yeah.