I know something you dont

It comes and goes

Like the strength in your bones, woah

So keep your mind at a rest

Ill never let the two of us be friends

Does it hurt?

Underdog - You Me At Six

The look in the boys eyes was dark and focused, the movement of his hand towards the table, calculated. Blaine watched him closely, not daring to look away in fear hed miss the next action. And in such a tight spot, that could be the difference between keeping what little life he had left, and the (un)welcoming arms of the deep, dark depths of the pit. 

Kurts hand closed around something hidden by the remains of his takeaway. Blaine edged backwards as far as the trap would let him. He fixed his expression to one of a concentrated neutral, a front to knock the boys, apparently abundant, confidence.

Blaine scoffed at the boy and folded his arms, "Please, as if you, a child... Could intimidate me." 
Kurt picked the item up from the table and moved slowly towards the demon. 
"I dont plan to intimidate you. All I want from you is information, and you will give me it."
"What if I refuse?"

Kurt smirked, raising his weapon to point at Blaine. The demon almost went cross-eyed trying to watch the point of a... Bright yellow toy gun?
He almost laughed.
"What the hell are you gonna do with that? Hit me?"
"Dont you talk back to me young- old... Just how old are you?" Kurt furrowed his eyebrows and brought the hand with the gun in to his hip.
"Old enough to know thats not going to do anything." Blaine shot back. "Seriously, what kind of hunter are you?"
"A damn good one, you cocky son of a bitch." 
And with that, Kurt brought the gun forward again, pressing the trigger to release a short spray of water.

Blaines smirk wiped clean off his face as he jerked back in unexpected, blinding pain. He couldnt tell if the hissing noise was coming from his mouth or his skin. The water felt like liquid fire, sizzling where it made contact with him. This feeling was new to Blaine. He didnt like it. 
He glared up at Kurt, eyes burning like coals.
Kurt smirked at the demon, raising his eyebrows and holding the gun up.
"Holy water." He gestured to the water pistol with his other hand. "Hurts right?" 
He pointed the nozzle at Blaine again.
"Now, I have a few questions for you. Are we going to have a problem?"

Blaine grimaced. He didnt have much choice in the matter. Didnt mean he was going to make it easy for the boy. 
"I suppose youre not just a kid playing with Daddys toys."
There was a lull in the almost-conversation. Kurt watched Blaine, a little smugly, the demon thought. Blaine stalled, running through his defences and escape plans. 
Alright, he conceded. Kids got me caught.

"What do you want to know?" He offered reluctantly. 
Kurt crossed his arms and leant back against the table behind him.
"How many of you are there?" He eyed Blaine carefully. The boy cant have been much older than him, yet he was a monster. Kurt couldnt help the small part of him that felt empathy for the boy, but he pushed it aside, reminding himself that this boy had probably killed people. There was a job to be done.

"Well, that depends." Blaine replied, a little cryptically. Kurt stood again, his arms dropping to his sides, his expression guarded. 
"And whats that supposed to mean?"
Blaine resisted the urge to roll his eyes. 
Humans. So slow...

"It means, that the answer to that question isnt consistent." Blaine eyed the water gun, curious as to how far he could push his luck. "For one thing, you have to define you. You, as in me... Well, theres me. Thats it."
Kurt clenched his teeth together and took a step forward, his grip on the gun tightening.
"Dont push me demon." He spat the word out as if it left a bad taste in his mouth, raising the water pistol once more "How many, generally, are there in your... Coven."

"My coven?" Blaine shrugged. "I thought we already covered that."
He was caught between his want to protect his own kind and the need to protect himself.

Kurt rolled his eyes pushing the trigger on the water pistol again. 
"Listen, I can do this all day, but sooner or later, the pain will be too much and you will tell me everything you know. It would be much easier for you to tell me now, then maybe youll leave here alive." He paced the floor in front of the devils trap, getting increasingly frustrated with the demon inside it.

Blaine cringed away from the spray, but the outer ring of the demons trap halted his escape. He shook to free the drops from his skin. 
"Im being serious." Blaine insisted. "I dont have a coven. A lot of demons dont. And even if they do, they tend to keep to themselves. Splitting up prey can be a messy business."
Kurt made a frustrated sound in the back of his throat. 
"Stop lying to me! I know for a fact that there is far too much activity in this town for one demon, and you demons being in the same place always reverts back to a coven."

"I swear to you, I dont know anything about any covens. If there are other demons here, they have nothing to do with me." Blaine explained. 
A lie, just a little white one, but if he played his part well enough, he might just live to see another day. 
He was confident he could; after all, it had been him whod charmed prey into the clutches of his old coven. It had proved quite effective.

Kurt shook his head, laughing bitterly and sitting down on one of the beds. 
"Fine. If you have no information of use to me, I guess I dont need you." He reached over to pick up a journal off the table, standing up and moving to the edge of the devils trap.
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus omnis satanica potestas-"

Blaine shuddered, hunching forward. 
"Wait, wait!" he cried out, flinging out a hand to get the boys attention.
Kurt looked up from the journal, raising his eyebrows expectantly "What?" He snapped.
Blaine took a deep breath. 

"Youre right, theres a lot of demons here. A few covens, Ive seen them passing through." he gasped. "All headed the same way. I dont know where they ended up, I swear to you!"
Kurt eyed the boy up and down, lowering the journal slightly.
"And why the hell should I trust you?" He crossed his arms over his chest. "More to the point, even if you are telling me the truth, why should I let demon scum such as yourself walk out of here alive?"
Blaine glared up at him, trying to hold back a sneer.
"You could search this entire state, every back alley, every two-bit town, and never find these demons. Theyre crafty, cunning, and insanely good at covering their tracks. Youd never find them in time to save that kid." he growled up at the boy. "Youll need someone who knows them, knows their secrets."
He was grasping at straws. If this was to be his last moment, he was sure as hell going to give it everything he had.
"Lets face it kid, Im the only hope you have."

Kurt stepped into the devils trap, holding the water gun at his hip as a defence. 
"Now you listen to me, I am not going to work with a demon. Especially not a pretentious, cocky asshole like you. My dad and I have been hunting demons for years, we know their tricks."
Blaine levelled him with a hazel-eyed look. 
"If that were true, then how come you havent found them yet?"

That threw Kurt for a moment. There was no way this demon could know about their decade-long search for the Yellow Eyed Demon, but that comment hit a little too close to home. 
He didnt want to doubt his dads ability; he was an incredibly adept hunter. But the demon had a point, as much as he was loathe to admit it. 
Maybe they could use an inside eye. 

He came back to himself abruptly, realising his stance inside the trap. Kurt backed up quickly onto the safety of the paint-less carpet. 
He eyed the demon curiously. In all the time hed been inside the trap, the demon hadnt once tried to attack him, or fight his way out, even with Kurts attention elsewhere and his weapon half-forgotten.

Blaine waited patiently as the boy hunter thought it over, a calculating look in his eyes. The demon widened his eyes and raised his eyebrows, trying to look as innocent as possible. He turned his palms up, hands open to show he was unarmed and defenceless. 
Truth be told, he kind of wanted to help the hunters. He didnt agree with the other demons way of living, that much was clear to him. And if he could save the lives of innocent humans by going against his own kind, maybe he could break free of the control they had over him.

Kurt chewed on his lower lip as he thought (a horrid habit really, but he couldnt break it). He knew his dad wouldnt be happy about the situation, but maybe if he explained... 
Kurt pulled his phone out of his pocket, scrolling to Burts number and pressing call.
Ring...
Ring..
Ring.
"Hi this is Burt Hummel, if you have this number... Youre Kurt. Leave a message bud."

That was odd. Burt never missed his calls. Kurt frowned down at his phone, then looked back over to the demon. He took a deep breath. 
"Fine." He ground out.
Kurt dropped the journal on the table and placed the water gun on top of it, turning back to point at Blaine, his eyes seeming to go almost as dark as the demons.
"But if you dare even think about double crossing me, youll be begging me to send you back to the pit."
Blaine raised his hands as a peace offering.
"Cross my heart."

Kurt sighed, shifting his feet slightly on the floor. 
"Okay..." 
He crouched down on the floor and pushed the rug back. Kurt pulled his sleeve over his hand and rubbed at the paint until a small gap formed in the lines of the trap.
Blaine stepped backwards out of the trap, keeping his hands up, palms open. He felt himself relax, letting out a breath he didnt know hed been holding. 
"Alright..." he began. "Am I free to go?"
Kurt shrugged slightly, standing up again. 
"Whatever. Its probably not a good idea to go near any of the other demons in town, which I know for a fact are here, despite your insistence." He kicked the rug back over the now useless devils trap. "If they even suspect youre working against them, youll be dead and Ill be right back where I started."
Blaine nodded along compliantly. The boy didnt need to know about his relations with the other demons. He had absolutely zero intention of seeking out contact with any demon, even without this hunters need for him to avoid them.

Kurt sighed, working with demons... What had he lowered himself to? He walked across the room and opened the door of the motel room. 
"Ill see you tomorrow?"
"Wow, that sounded almost normal." Blaine couldnt resist cracking a joke. "Need me to sneak home before Daddy shows up? Would he disapprove of our secret love?"
Kurt rolled his eyes, "Oh honey, please. As if I would lower myself to your level." He snarked back, fluttering his eyelashes innocently.
"Ill be honest kid," Blaine threw over his shoulder as he stepped over the threshold. "I think you already have."
And he set off quickly before the boy could grab his gun again and do some real harm.
Kurt stared after him for a few seconds before scoffing and slamming the door shut on the retreating demon, moving to re-paint the devils trap and wait for Burt to return.
 

In the enveloping darkness of the Ohio night time, a darker shape loomed close to the motel window. Beetle black eyes watched the exchange closely, widening at the reveal of the hunters holy-water gun. He backed up as his brother screamed in pain, scrambling out of the shrubs and across the hard concrete of the car park. He had to warn the others, the hunters were onto them. No demon could withstand holy water for long, and soon enough, that hunter would get everything out of that poor demon. And when he did, theyd be ready for them...