I drove Blaine home at about eight o'clock. His house was huge; like, damn, were his parents loaded? It was by far the hugest house I'd ever seen. It was bigger than where Quinn and I used to live with her parents before they were... murdered.

Blaine got off my motorcycle—very clumsily, but I wasn't complaining; it was cute, he was cute—and handed me my extra helmet. I'm glad I brought it in the off chance he'd ride with me.

He leaned closer to me and gave me a small smile. "Thanks for taking me to the lake with you."

I laughed softly and put my hand on the back of his neck. "Thanks for listening to me bitch about my past."

Blaine pressed a kiss to my cheek and shook his head. "I'm always here to listen to you. Especially if you need to get something off your chest."

I nodded and moved my head to the side so I could kiss his lips gently. It was short and sweet, but fuck, kissing Blaine was officially my favorite thing to do. I loved kissing him; his lips were so softly, his hands that gently grasped onto me made me feel like he needed me and... that made me feel sage, in a weird kind of way. Maybe it's because no one's ever really needed me before. Even back when Quinn and I were on our own, we both had to learn to be self-sufficient. We thought we'd be okay on our own; until revenge got in the way, that is.

I pulled away and Blaine rested his forehead against mine. "See you at school tomorrow," I whispered. I didn't understand this semi-mortal body... I didn't mean to whisper, but it came out that way. I really, really hate being in my human body sometimes. It takes a little while to really get used to it.

"Bye," he responded, but neither of us moved. We just stood there, staring into each other's eyes with our foreheads touching.

Why could it always be like this?

Way too soon, Blaine pulled his forehead away from mine, giving me another, chaste, closed mouth kiss. He turned his back and began to walk away from me to his door.

"Wait!" I called. He whirled around and looked at me with those gorgeous hazel eyes. "Um... d-do you want me to pick you up and take you to school tomorrow?"

Blaine smiled and nodded. "I'd love that."

"Yeah, me too," I said with a small smile... shit, was I blushing again

"See you tomorrow!" he called before turning around and walking towards his ginormous house. I watched him as he disappeared into his house and smiled.

Jesus, I loved him so much...

-0-

The ride home was quick. I hadn't realized how close I lived to Blaine's mansion-sized house.

That, and I speed.

I speed a lot.

By the time I got home, parked and walked up to the fifth floor where my apartment was, I realized my door was unlocked.

"God dammit, Quinn, I told you to lock the fucking—" It wasn't Quinn.

"Well, hello there, blue eyes."

Azazel.

Fuck, I knew this creep would show up sooner or later. I was hoping for later.

"What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?" I snapped at him.

The asshole tutted me like I was a fucking his. Everything that came out of his mouth made me feel like he expected me to get down on my knees and submit to whatever the fuck he told me to do. Like he thought of me as some little submissive twat that he could control.

One thing to know about me: I'm not submissive to anyone.

"Oh, but aren't you excited to see me, darling?" he reached out to put his hand on my cheek, but I grabbed his hand and snapped it back; I was three seconds from snapping his arm off and shoving it down his throat. He might be all mighty and powerful in hell, but on earth I can fight back.

"Don't call me that," I growled—actually growled—and released his arm, sending him flying back against the counter; I'm surprised it didn't break. "And don't fucking touch me!"

Azazel's eyes—a dull, ugly, brown now undercover in his mortal body—turned red. Shit, he was going to go all crazy, demon, douchebag on me now.

"Why are you even here, Azazel?" I hissed at him.

He scowled at me and stretched his—what I was sure was—very sore arm. "I'm here to see what you'll do about Santana's father when he arrives to save his daughter's soul."

I growled at him again and crossed my arms. "I'm working on it."

"You're working on your own love life," Azazel barked; he looked as if her were about to jump me. The good thing was I was ready. I hunched my back a little and took a step closer to him with a growl. I was literally two seconds away from snapping his neck.

"I'm working on it," I hissed. "And you aren't helping by being here. I will I'm not in the fucking mood to see you here. Now get the fuck out of my apartment before I personally throw you out."

"You wouldn't dare," he snarled under his breath. "Don't forget who I am, Hummel." He walked even closer to me. We were only a few inches away from each other. One more second and his head would be on one side of the room and his body would be on the other.

"I don't give a rat's ass who you are. You want me to get my job done? Then I'll do it. You're the one who sent me here." I pushed him away again, but this time he didn't go as far back. "Now get the fucking hell out!" I shrieked.

I was so angry it hurt. I could feel my rage building up to the point I was sure I would break. It's no secret that I have serious anger issues. Azazel never helped that.

"Be careful, Hummel. You think you're so tough; like you could actually hurt me. Believe me, I could snap you like a twig if I wanted."

Before I could say anything, Azazel disappeared; like, literally disappeared, right into thin air. My whole body shook with rage. Just being around him made me this angry.

I took a deep breath and walked over to my mattress that lay on the floor. I fell backwards on it and let out a loud groan. I was fucking screwed. There was no possible way I could do this. No matter what, someone was going to get hurt. None of it made sense to me. This wasn't the first time something like this had happened; except this time there was someone else involved that I cared about.

Well, loved.

Half of me wishes I had never met Blaine. That would make everything so much easier. I wouldn't have any strings attached. I'd do whatever it was I had to here, and move on. But with someone I loved in the equation, I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do.

I'd promised Blaine that I wouldn't let anything happen to him, or anyone he loved for that matter. That was one promise I was intending on keeping too.

I just didn't know how...

-0-

I was half tempted to convince Blaine to skip school with me again the next day, but I didn't. The only reason I was so smart was because I'd been to high school at least four times. I couldn't pull Blaine back just because I didn't want to go to that hell hole. The only reason I went in the first place was because he was there.

Talk about some first world, demon, problems.

Blaine rode to school with me, the whole time holding tightly to my waist. I was half tempted to tell him that he didn't have to hold onto me so tightly, but I liked it; it was the same comfortable feeling of being needed. I liked that feeling... a lot more than I should have.

By the time we were at school, Blaine was holding onto me with that same death grip. I laughed softly and pulled into the first parking spot I could. I pulled off my helmet and turned around to smile at him. "We're here," I informed him. I couldn't see his eyes, but I was pretty sure they were closed.

He peeled his arms off of my waist long enough to pull off his helmet. "Oh," he whispered sheepishly. Jesus fucking Christ, he was too adorable for words. "Thanks for the ride."

I smiled and leaned back into him a tiny bit. "Anytime, babe." I got off of my bike and quickly helped him to do the same. I don't think I'd ever get used to how cute he looked.

I was thoroughly surprised that Blaine hadn't brought up the whole kissing and back story thing last night. I wasn't necessarily complaining about the whole back story part, though. I hadn't really meant to tell him so much about my past. It just... sort of happened. The kiss though... Jesus. I wanted to kiss him more. More meaning all the time. I know eventually we'd have to talk about it, but I didn't know how. I was horrible with the whole relationship thing. I had no idea how to start one... maybe because I'd never been in one.

Shit.

"Kurt?" Blaine nudged my side a little. I looked around me. Woah. When the hell did we get inside?

I'd been in such a mind bog since last night. I tended to space out a lot when I was like this.

"Yeah?" I answered as I looked down to our hands that were apparently joined as-per-ushe. I hadn't even noticed when that happened. I hadn't realized how out of it I was...

"Did you hear me?"

No, sorry, babe. I'm kind of distracted with the fact that in about... let's say, twenty-one days, your best friend will be taken to hell and I'll have to leave you forever because I won't be able to stand being here knowing I'm the one who took her away from you. I mean, it's not like we'd be able to be together anyways. The whole human, demon, relationship thing wouldn't quite work.

"Uh, no. Sorry. I'm kinda... I don't know. I didn't sleep well last night." It was a lame-ass excuse, but it was the first thing I could pull out of my ass. Blaine seemed to buy into it though.

"I'm sorry, sweetie." He smiled a little and gave my hand a little squeeze. "But I asked you if you wanted to go to the mall with Santana, Brittany and I later."

I shrugged a little. "I don't know. I highly doubt Santana likes me very much."

Blaine rolled his eyes and gave me the most fucking adorable pout I'd ever seen. Fuck... "She'll get over it. Come on, please? It'll be like a double-date... sort of thing."

Double-date... double... date. Shit, Blaine was asking me out. Like, on a fucking date. Holy fucking shit. I couldn't believe it.

Over seventy-years of being alive and I've never been on a date...

"That sounds awesome," I said nervously; really nervously. It was sort of backwards. I mean, Blaine and I had made out last night, he spent the night in my bad the other day... yet I was nervous about going on a double-date with him?

This normal teenager stuff is weird.

"Great!" Blaine said, right before the bell rang. He sighed and pouted a little. "I'll see you in history?"

I nodded and leaned in to peck his cheek gently. "See you then," I said, watching him walk off into the distance, trying my hardest not to watch his ass...

Impossible.

-0-

The day—even history, considering Ms. Bitchsen was out sick—had gone surprisingly quick. That was probably because I blocked more than half of it out; I was still in that post-Azazel haze. Other than that, I was still mildly in shock that Blaine had asked me out; that's not weird, though... right? It's totally normal to be nervous about a date. Totally. I mean, we were sort of already dating. We sure as hell acted like it.

I stood by my bike and waited for Blaine to meet up with me. He'd told me that we'd—meaning Brittany, Santana and himself—planned on going right from school to the mall. I wasn't really sure what to expect. I hadn't been shopping—ya know, like, for fun—since I was seventeen.

I mean, the first time I was seventeen.

I sighed, half in daze and half in astonishment that this was happening. I looked at my crappy, pre-paid phone to see what time it was: two-thirty five. Blaine would be out anytime soon. It was almost insane how nervous I was.

Soon enough, Blaine came out of the wide, double doors of McKinley High. His smile was huge and beautiful as usual. It made me smile just looking at him. I walked up to him when he was about midway to me and wrapped my arms around him. I couldn't believe how much I missed him sense we parted ways after lunch. Literally an hour and a half and I missed him like crazy.

Blaine cuddled a tiny bit into my arms. He made me feel so warm and comfortable. I couldn't imagine not being able to do this whenever I wanted to... It'd be horrible. "I missed you," he said, voice muffled by my leather jacket.

"I missed you too, babe." I pressed a kiss to the top of his gelled back curls and held him to me a little bit tighter. Jesus, I didn't understand this feeling; I'd only actually known Blaine for less than a week and I already felt this strongly for him.

Blaine pulled away enough to actually look at me with those huge puppy-dog eyes. "You ready to go?" he asked, his wide eyed smile still intact.

I took a deep breath and nodded a tiny bit. "Yeah, I am," I affirmed. In reality, I was nervous as fucking hell. I think Blaine could tell, too. It was weird; no one... not even Quinn, had ever been able to tell when I was upset, nervous, scared—except for those fucking asshole demons who can sense your fear and feed off of it—or any emotions, really. It was kind of scary, in a really nice kind of way.

Blaine took my hand and walked with me over to my motorcycle. He seemed really scared the first time we roe together, but he seemed to enjoy it now. I enjoyed having him ride with me, too; the feeling of his arms holding onto me, how he'd sort of move his fingers around my abdomen in a tickly-nice kind of way... and how his body pressed up against mine...

I shook my head; there was no way I was getting turned on right now.

Do you know how fucking hard it is to drive a motorcycle with a hard-on?

As soon as we got on, I handed Blaine a helmet. He smiled and took it from me before placing on his head and fixing the chin strap. He was still trying to balance himself a little, which made me giggle. After a moment I could feel his arms wrapping around my mid-section. It felt so amazing to have someone behind me to hold onto me. Sure, I'd had Quinn and Rach ride with me before, but that was different, they were like my sisters.

I spent the entire drive thinking about Blaine and I. It was odd to be able to think about something so silly and yet deem it so important. I was constantly wondering if he was thinking about me as much as I thought about him. Even though it was dumb to be worrying about something like that so much, it was still nice to be able to think like a normal seventeen year old thinks.

I hadn't been normal since I was ten years old...

-0-

We arrived at the mall not too long after we left school. We parked and started to walk in... hand in hand.

It was so weird to be able to hold the hand of another boy in public. Back when I was... not demonic, if you were to hold the hand of someone the same-sex as you—girls could get away with it more often, but if you were a guy... not so much—you were instantly thought of as some sick, disgusting pedophile. You think homophobia is bad now? Imagine it in the fifties and sixties.

Horrible.

I'm not saying it's perfect now, but compared to when I was actually a teenager, today is definitely an improvement.

"Where are the girls?" I asked him as we continued to walk through the ginormous mall. Stores were spread out everywhere; people were standing next to kiosks, selling shit no one wanted; people were all over the place, holding hands, hugging, and sucking face at every corner. It was sort of amazing compared to the mall Quinn and I shopped in so long ago.

"Santana told me to meet her and Britt in the food court," Blaine informed me. He looked so excited to be here with me, but I felt the same exact way. My nerves were actually starting to slow down to the point I thought I could actually have a really good time.

Might as well soak in the whole "normal teenager" thing while I can.

We didn't walk that long until we arrived to the food court. Santana and Brittany, who were out of their tight, red and white polyester suits and into their street clothes, were sitting at one of the tables close to a pizza place. It was kind of weird to see them—or any of the cheerios—in normal clothing. The tight-fitting suits seemed to define them; without them they were just normal teenager girls.

Brittany was the first to see us. She smiled over at us and waved, motioning for us to come join her; Santana continued to look down at her pizza and French fries she'd bed been eating. I know she didn't like me, which really sucks for her considering I'm literally her last chance.

Blaine and I walked over to them and joined them. Brittany greeted us with a cheery, "Hi," but Santana still didn't look up. Not even at Blaine.

Blaine smirked a little and reached over to grab one of her fries, but she only slapped his hand. "Get your own fries, Hobbit."

Blaine rolled his eyes and gave my hand a tiny squeeze. "I don't think you've met," he started; Santana still didn't look at me. Damn it, she really did hate me. I know I'm not the nicest force of nature but Jesus fucking Christ, I'm not that bad. And I honestly don't believe I've ever done anything to Santana... yet. "Britt, San, this is Kurt."

Be sociable, these are Blaine's best friends... don't be a prick, I had to internally remind myself.

"Hi, it's... great to meet you." The words were uncharacteristically sweet in my mouth. It almost stung to be so nice; needless to say, I'm not really use to the whole "pleasant" thing.

"You too," Brittany said; her voice was happy and quite innocent. I liked her already, she seemed really sweet... She didn't deserve to get her girlfriend taken away from her. Any blind idiot could tell that they were madly in love.

Blaine moved away from me a tiny bit, only enough to lean into Santana's ear. "You promised you'd be civil," he whispered, only loud enough for her to hear. Well, and me, taking into consideration my impeccable hearing.

Santana dropped the French fry she'd been munching on and looked over at me with a sarcastic, bitchy smile. "Hello," she said in a grumble. "It is lovely to meet you."

Be the bigger person... uh, demon.

"Likewise, I'm sure," I managed to get out through clenched teeth. I had to squeeze onto Blaine's hand to resist the urge to bitch-slap that snarky smile right off her fucking face.

Blaine sighed in defeat before prying my hand off of his. "Brittany and I are going to go get something to eat. Do you want anything?" He nudged my side a little before adding, "my treat."

"I'm not hungry," I mumbled, still with my teeth clenched.

The both of them shrugged in unison before Brittany grabbed Blaine's hand and pulled him off in the direction of a Taco Bell.

"I don't like you," Santana commented dryly; it was as if she were talking to someone far off... the bitch still wasn't even looking at me again. "And I'm sure as hell you don't like me, either."

I crossed my arms defensively across my chest. "You'd be right about that, but why don't you divulge unto me why you hate me so much."

"Because I know why you're here," she supplied.

Shit.

"And what would I be here for," I tried to say calmly; honestly, there was no way she could know...

"You just want to get into Blaine's pants."

Phew... Wait! That's not true! Bitch!

"That's not true," I growled at her. I was starting to get pissed at her little act. I was her last fucking chance and if it weren't for Blaine I swear to Lucifer, I'd let the bitch burn after the way she's been acting to me. "Listen, little girl," I hissed. "Let's cut the fucking crap. It's been ten years and you know it."

Her whole bitchy façade fell. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and bit onto it; apparently pretty hard too considering she winced as she did so. "So...?" she tried to play off innocence, but I wasn't buying it. Why the hell would I?

"You know perfectly well why," I grumbled. "And unless you want to lose everything, your mother, your friends, Blaine... Brittany, I'd suggest you stop being such a bitch to me."

Santana looked down; I could tell she was putting up a wall of defense so that she wouldn't cry. You can't blame her for crying, though... Hell, I would be. "How long do I have?" she asked in a gentle voice.

I sighed and sat down across from her. I did sort of feel bad for her, actually. For once, I felt empathy... Even if she'd been a horrible bitch to me, I really would never wish hell on anyone. Especially not someone who meant so much to Blaine. "About twenty days," I responded softly. It was such a short time... I wasn't sure how I was going to deal with any of it.

She nodded a little. "So what, are you just going to drag me off?"

I shook my head. Fuck, I couldn't believe I was saying this out loud... Quinn and Rachel are going to kill me. "No, I'm not. I'm on your side, Santana."

She blinked her extraordinarily long eyelashes a few times before shaking her head in disbelief. "You... what?"

I sighed and leaned further back into my chair. "You heard me." I bit my lip a tiny bit and looked down. "This... 'life' sucks. No one should be subjected to it unless it's some form of punishment."

"Is that why you're..."

"Yeah," I muttered before shaking my head. "Listen, I'm not getting into that. All I'm saying is I'm going to do everything I can to get you to stay safe and... human."

She scoffed a little, but not in a unfriendly way surprisingly. It was more of a scared way. "Is that even possible."

I was quiet for a few minutes. How was I to know that? I'd never done this before. This wasn't under the normal I give you what you want, I get your soul and you go to hell job description. For once, I was actually the good guy. "I'm honestly not sure, but I'm going to try." I leaned forward in my chair a little and looked at her so that I was sure she was looking back at me. "I made a promise to Blaine that I wouldn't let anything happen to anyone he loved, and I intend on keeping that promise. But.."

"But?" she asked in a raspy voice. She was trying so hard not to cry.

"But... In the meantime, make these last twenty days count. Just in case I can't..."

Before I could finish, Blaine came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. I was so invested in my conversation with Santana that he actually did surprise me. Brittany, who was holding the tray with their food, giggled and sat down next to Santana. Blaine sat beside me and smiled his breath-taking smile. I wished I could just ask him to wrap his arms around me and hold me until all of this shit was over.

I'd never needed that before. I'd never wanted some part of my life to go away so badly that I felt the need to ask someone else to fix it.

For once, since I was thirteen years old, I was truly scared.