Swoosh

"You at least need to try, Kurt!" Blaine shot out in irritation as he jumped easily in the air, letting the staff that Kurt had swung at his legs glide under him. The Slayer put on his best look of indignation as he brought the wooden staff back to his side in a fancy little twist, before taking another aggressive stance.

"I AM trying!"

"Don't bullshit me," Blaine responded evenly. "I know perfectly well what you're capable of and this isn't even half of it. You're either afraid of hurting me, or you're afraid of embarrassing me because I'm your boyfriend. Either way I feel condescended to. I can handle it. Fight me properly. Now."

"Geez," Kurt pulled a face. "Alright, Mr. Bossypants."

The Slayer closed his eyes as he took a deep breath. He stepped forward gracefully, staff stretched out in front of him, a serious look on his face. Blaine smiled. This was what he'd been waiting for all morning.

He'd long outgrown his mother as a sparring partner. She was an amazing fighter, but he had a good forty pounds on her by now and had been trained just as well as Kurt. He was aching to have someone of his own skill level to spar with. Kurt had woken that morning with an almost completely healed shoulder, and wanted to test it's limits. When he had suggested that they fight for a bit in the basement, stating that he had some weapons stashed down there for last minute training purposes, Blaine had been ecstatic. He knew that he didn't have Kurt's innate abilities and supernatural strength, but he was still a force to be reckoned with, and he planned on proving it. At first, it was obvious that Kurt was taking it easy on him. He wasn't going as far as letting Blaine get in any hits, he'd sidestepped those with ease, but he wasn't making much of an effort to take Blaine down either... and Blaine was tired of it.

They eyed each other steadily as they both stepped lightly around the room. They moved in a slow circle, facing each other, staffs at the ready. Silently, and without warning, Kurt lunged across the room. He swung the staff up above his head and brought it down sharply, in direct line with Blaine's skull. The curly haired boy crouched slightly and whipped his staff up in a horizontal line, blocking the potential blow. He was preparing himself to have to use every bit of his strength, and was surprised when he could still hold Kurt off. The Slayer had definitely put much more force behind this blow, but it wasn't his all. Blaine's eyes narrowed.

"I said fight me properly. Do it right, or don't do it at all."

Kurt would have been lying if he said that hearing Blaine speak in that low, authoritative voice didn't totally turn him on. He also would have been lying if he said that it didn't majorly piss him off to be bossed around. He had a slight problem with authority. A problem that Chelsea had found necessary to reprimand frequently. If he took the time to think about it, he might have been a little embarrassed at how much he wanted to sweep the other boy's legs with the staff, and then dive down to ravish him in irritation. In typical Kurt fashion though, he didn't think. He reacted.

"Nnrraaa!" Kurt swung his staff with both arms, giving it everything he had. Blaine quickly leapt back and brought his own staff up, meeting Kurt's blow with a loud smack. They held their staffs in place for a moment, both arms trembling in an attempt to take dominance. Their eyes met, and fierce electric sparks were almost visible as they stared each other down. Kurt pulled back suddenly, throwing off Blaine's balance. He did a lithe backflip, landing across the room with grace and twirling his staff in the air like a baton between his fingers.

Blaine smirked and shook his head.Showoff.

They met eyes once more, then both dashed forward with a yell, staffs crashing in the middle. Blow after blow, they kept it up. Kurt giving his all, Blaine meeting and blocking every swing with equal ferocity. As Kurt got into the swing of the fight, his adrenaline began pumping. The longer he went, the stronger he felt. The same could not be said of Blaine.

Beads of sweat were starting to trickle down the side of his neck. His arms were growing tired. Kurt was holding nothing back now, yet he looked like he was taking a stroll through the park. Blaine knew that his time was limited. His strength would give out before Kurt even dreamed of breaking a sweat. The shorter boy smiled to himself though. He knew two things about his boyfriend, even in the short time he had known him. He loved to taunt, and he loved to flaunt. Granted, most people were distracted by the flashy displays, so it worked. Blaine was not most people.

"Oh, honey," Kurt grinned. "You look a little tired. We can stop at any time." He brought his staff up from the side, swinging a backhanded blow in a crossways motion. Blaine had to leap to the side to avoid getting clocked in the face. He dove on the floor and tumbled into a somersault, bringing the staff around in front of his face, ready to block.

Kurt grinned again. Instead of diving directly on top of Blaine, he strolled over casually, twisting and twirling his weapon at a dizzying pace. Blaine knew that Kurt was counting on him being distracted by the fancy moves. Slowly, he slid out a foot as the Slayer approached.

"I'd feel bad about beating you," Kurt smirked, "except that you asked...Oomph...What the fuck!"

Kurt was suddenly flat on his back and Blaine was on top of him. The shorter boy had snaked out a leg and swept the Slayer's feet out from under him, then pounced forward immediately, thrusting the end of his staff straight into Kurt's throat.

"What was that you said about beating me?" Blaine whispered in his ear. He shifted slightly so that he was lying completely on top of the other boy, slotting their legs together. A smile spread across Kurt's face.

"If this is what it feels like to be beat, then I'm happy to let you win every time."

Blaine's eyes narrowed once more.

"You didn't like me win, jack-off."

"This time." Kurt raised an eyebrow seductively. "I plan on letting you win every time from now on though. Look where it got me." He lightly lifted his hips against Blaine's.

Blaine didn't know whether to blush or be irritated... or feel turned on. He decided it was the latter when Kurt pulled him down for a kiss.

"Are you ready? Are you ready to rise up and accomplish the task for which you were created?"

The cloaked figure stood in front of the writhing masses. Thousands of figures with stooped and distorted bodies were jumping around, screaming in anger and excitement. The caves off of the sewer system, deep underground the city, had been claimed by his army. He had gathered all of his forces together to prepare for the final battle.

"Are you ready to take on this world, and claim your rightful place?"

The jeering cries grew in intensity.

"The time has come! By this time tomorrow, we will have claimed what is ours! I will have my revenge, and you will fulfill your thirst for fresh, young blood!"

The figure threw back his cloak, eyes growing dark and flashing red. He flung his hands up into the air in a welcoming and triumphant pose.

"Tonight we will kill my enemy and her son! I will take control of the Slayer! He will no longer fight against us, but fight for us! We will finally have the freedom we have so long been denied! We will change history! Together!"

The screams of his minions were deafening by that point. The man's eyes shifted from the bright and sparking red to a depthless black. He gazed out with an evil smile and gave one last presidential wave before stepping back off of the make-shift platform and into the tunnel behind, cringing at the noise and chaos.

He hated that these creatures were necessary to fulfill his plan. He despised them and their stupidity. The thought of being connected with them filled him with great distaste. He had come close, on several occasions, to wiping them all out and starting from scratch. The fact that one almost killed the Slayer had nearly caused him to loose it. His better sense had taken over though. The near death of the Slayer hadn't really been their fault. It was that damn boy's overly developed sense of chivalry. No, he would keep his army intact.

They would fulfill their duty, and that was what mattered. They meant nothing to him in the long run. They were a means to an end. He needed their numbers, not their brains. When it came down to it, they were nothing more than a distraction. A vital distraction toward achieving his goal.

He was so close to the end. So close to his goal. A malevolent smile crossed his face as he settled himself down inside the pentagram he had formed on the ground of the cave. He glanced around, making sure that every candle was lit before grasping a crystal from his pocket and held it to him.

Time to take the next step in his plan.

"Brit!"

Brittany mumbled and stirred restlessly, wanting to wake up at the sound of someone hissing her name, but not quite able.

"Brit! Wake up! Mr. Shue is starting to look irritated!"

A hand shook her shoulder and she snapped awake then. Her eyes popped open to find Artie trying to shake her discreetly. She took a gasping breath and shot out of her seat.

"I need to save the dolphins!"

Everyone in Spanish class turned to look at her oddly, but quickly snickered and then rolled their eyes. Every student at McKinley was used to Brittany saying whacked out things by now. Mr. Shue gave her a placating smile.

"Brittany, you're in Spanish class now, not Biology. You just fell asleep is all. You must have been dreaming about being in the wrong class."

The blonde shook her head frantically. Her dream was fresh in her mind, and it had nothing to do with class, Spanish or Biology. All she could see were thousands of jeering creatures, all in a frenzy to follow the dark man. She knew his plan. She could see it unfolding. She saw the confusion and deception that he would spread... with just enough truth to make it believable. She was his ultimate goal and desire.

She had to help them. There was no one else. She rolled her eyes in extreme irritation before dashing out of the classroom without another word.

Finn sat up from his slouched position and watched her warily as she ran out.

Dolphin. That was what she always called Kurt. He scrunched up his forehead in concentration. There had been something off about Kurt lately. He was worried about his little brother, even if he didn't understand why. His worry only increased when Kurt had failed to show up for school two days in a row.

It wasn't just that though. There was something about Brittany's tone just now. It didn't have the floaty, ditziness that he was used to. It was hard and certain. An uncomfortable feeling grew in the pit of his stomach until he couldn't stand it anymore. He shot out of his seat and ran after the girl, ignoring people's questions calls as he dashed out the door.

"Brittany!" He called as he ran down the hall. "Wait up!"

"Ahem."

Kurt and Blaine jumped up quickly at the small cough, blushing brightly. Burt was watching them in irritated disbelief. Their small kiss had turned into a full on make-out session and they were groping pretty intensely by the time Burt came down the stairs. They both cast their eyes at the floor, feeling thoroughly embarrassed... and caught. Kurt attempted to nonchalantly cover his still obvious hard-on with his hand. Burt didn't bother to tell him that he wasn't fooling anyone. He clucked his tongue quietly in his mouth before speaking.

"Kurt I just wanted to tell you that I need to go out for a bit. The pneumatic lift is broken and I've got a stack of jobs piling up. I need to try and track down a part." Kurt started to nod in agreement when Blaine spoke up.

"Why don't you just go help your dad? The shop is connected to the house through the garage, right? You wouldn't technically be leaving the house." Burt snorted a laugh.

"Kurt isn't exactly into fixing cars, kiddo. Plus, it doesn't change the fact that my lift is broken. I can't do a whole lot until it's fixed."

Both boys smiled knowingly and Burt looked at them in confusion.

"I wasn't insinuating that he would help to fix the cars," Blaine laughed. "I was insinuating that he be the lift."

Burt stared in disbelief once again. "What? How...?"

Kurt smirked and walked up to his dad, putting an arm around his shoulders. "This whole world is still new to you, dad. Come on. I'll show you some of my tricks." Burt looked at him warily but allowed his son to lead him out of the room.

"You coming?" Kurt called over his shoulder to his boyfriend. Blaine shook his head.

"I'm gonna stay here and train a bit more, unless you need me."

"We'll be good. I'll be back in just a bit." Kurt looked at him seriously for a moment. "Please be careful. Don't leave the..." Blaine laughed and rolled his eyes.

"I won't go anywhere. Promise. I'll be safe."

Kurt nodded and smiled. He was just turning to leave again when he paused. The Slayer looked at his dad hesitantly before shrugging his shoulders and rushing back to Blaine. He grabbed his boyfriend's face and placed a firm kiss on his lips. When he pulled away, both Blaine and Burt were staring at him in shock. Kurt glanced between the two of them defensively.

"What? It's not like it wasn't out there already."

Burt growled a little and dragged Kurt from the room. He called over his shoulder to Blaine as he left.

"While we're gone, maybe you can pull some bedding out of the linen closet for tonight. Now that I think about it, that couch isn't so uncomfortable after all."

"I promise, dad! Nothing happened!"

Burt eyed his son suspiciously as he led the way to the garage.

"You shared a bed last night, with your boyfriend, and nothing happened," Burt said incredulously. "Now why don't I believe that?"

"We only started officially dating yesterday!" Kurt shot out in exasperation. Burt still just stared, as if waiting for a confession. Kurt avoided his gaze guiltily before throwing his hands up in the air.

"Okay, we may have gotten a little smoochy... but that was it! I swear!"

Burt rolled his eyes as he pushed up his sleeves and moved to the nearest car.

"Well, now that I know, no more sharing a bed under my roof!" Kurt looked a little bummed but nodded quickly enough. "Okay, kid. So, how does this work exactly. I need to get under here. Something's leaking and I need to check it out." Kurt grinned and grasped the front of the car, lifting it with one hand.

"How's this?"

Burt just stared with wide eyes for a moment, before grinning himself. "Bud, if you had told me that you could do this earlier I would have put you to work long ago!"

Kurt smirked and moved to reply when a strange fogginess started to fill his mind. He stumbled a bit, suddenly struggling to hold the car in place. A flash of pain and confusion crossed his face as he shook his head, trying to clear it.

"Kurt?" Burt called out in concern. He quickly moved out from under the car and stepped to his son's side. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know," Kurt answered slowly. "Something isn't right. I feel...Aaaahh!" He lost his grip on the front of the car and it landed with a crash on the cement floor. The Slayer fell to his knees, clutching his head with a loud groan. Burt dove to his knees next to his son in panic, and grasped him around the shoulders.

"What is it? What's going on?"

Kurt's eyes widened suddenly as he dove to his feet. A terrifying vision flashed through his mind. He frantically removed himself from his father's hold and started a mad dash toward the house. When Burt tried to stutter out another question, he shouted over his shoulder in a desperate voice.

"He's coming to get Blaine! He's coming to get him right now!"

The flames of the candles flared brightly and sharp sparks of fire shot through the air. The man in the center of the pentagram rocked back and forth slowly. His eyes shut, his face in a state of deep concentration. He was muttering what seemed like nonsensical words under his breath. As the flames grew brighter, his muttering and rocking increased. Suddenly, the crystal flashed a deep black and a dome of light sprung up from the points of the pentagram, covering him in a mystical haze. Sharps sparks of depthless black shimmered around the dome. The man started to smile in the midst of his chant.

Blaine was gliding smoothly around the basement with confident motions as he practiced some Bojuka moves. It wasn't hard to figure out that some significant battles would soon be headed their way and he wanted to be prepared. Bojuka was one of the main fighting systems that his mother had focused on with him. No matter how well trained he was, the dangers he would face in their world would always have supernatural strength and abilities beyond his own. Bojuka focused on self defense, heightening your awareness and teaching you how to avoid conflict when possible. It also taught how to block and strike vital points of the body, attacking your enemy through their central nervous system. It was incredible knowledge to have, especially since most of the enemies he was likely to face were vampires. While vampires were no longer human, they still had basic human anatomy, and could be taken down with the right knowledge and force. Blaine had both.

He was just moving into a block from an imaginary opponent, when something strange started happening. His senses felt manipulated and his brain went foggy. For a moment, he merely felt thrown off and a little confused. Second later though, a piercing jolt shot through his head and he fell to the floor with a sharp cry.

He rolled from side-to-side, clutching his head, trying to make sense of what was going on. Suddenly, a vision flashed through his head that caused him to bolt into an upright position. He leapt back to his feet and dashed up the stairs in a sudden panic. One thought crossed through his head.

He's wants to destroy everything, and he's going to use Kurt.

Kurt ran through the garage at a frantic pace, leaving Burt in his dust. He dashed through the house and down into the basement, panicking when he couldn't find Blaine. He moved on to look through the rest of the house, tossing aside anything that was in his path. After searching every room and finding them empty, a cold fear crept into his soul and he stood in paralyzed silence.

He's gone.

Blaine rushed through the garage and into the shop. He whipped open the door just as Burt came rushing through it. They came close to smacking their heads together as they collided with force.

"What the hell is going on?" Burt shouted in a desperate voice. "Kurt just ran out of here like his pants were on fire, looking for you! Shouted something about..." he was cut off when Blaine grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him violently.

"Where is he?! Where's Kurt?"

"I just told you, kid!" The mechanic eyed him in disbelief. "He ran out of here seconds ago. You had to have passed him in the garage!"

Blaine shook his head frantically.

"No! I searched every room in the house and then came straight here through the garage! I didn't see him!" He cast a frantic gaze around the shop, as if hoping he had missed something. "Oh my god. He's got him. He's got him!" He looked Burt steadily in the eye then, hands shaking. "I've got to go. Now." The teen turned to race away when Burt grabbed him by the arm to stop him. A confused and suspicious look crossing his face.

"This doesn't make any sense, Blaine. What you're saying doesn't make any sense. Come on. Let's go..."

"No!" Blaine ripped his arm from the older man's grasp and backed away quickly. "You don't understand, Burt! He's going to control him! He's going to use Kurt to kill for him! I don't know how, but he's going to make it happen! I have to go! I'm sorry!"

With that he dashed out of the shop door, leaving Burt to stand there with his mouth hanging open.

The flames slowly winked and died out. The sparkling ebony dome diminished and faded away. The lines from the pentagram seemed to sink into the earth and disappear completely. The man stood, triumphant confidence emanating from him as he strode forward.

It was done. One was coming. The others would follow.