So give it up, and don't pretend
And spread your arms and legs across the bed
And when you shake, you won't regret
The things I whisper in your ear
-Kiwi by Maroon 5-

When Blaine walked into his office on Wednesday, there was an envelope waiting for him. He was immediately curious. He never received mail. He sat down and tore it open. Inside was a check for $75,000. And a note.

Mr. Anderson:

Thank you for consulting on our son's case. We understand you played a crucial role in winning his freedom. Please accept the enclosed as a token of our gratitude.

Andrew & Clarissa Montiel Jr.

Blaine sat back and looked at the check.

$75,000.

A token of gratitude.

Gratitude or hush money?

Blaine stared at the check. So, apparently the going rate for helping a murderer go free, was $75,000. Blaine thought about it for a few minutes, and decided to relax and be happy. After all, this was why he wanted to go into law. Major paydays. He decided he would put $25,000 into the wedding savings, $25,000 into Kurt's account and invest the other $25,000. Thanks to Jace, Blaine had met Kent Williams. Kent was the quietest, shyest, gay man Blaine had ever met, but he was a financial genius. Blaine had moved most of his money into funds run by Kent, and so far, Blaine had been very pleased with the results. It was also nice to deal with another gay man. Kent hadn't batted an eye when Blaine changed all of his accounts, to list Kurt Elizabeth Hummel as the primary beneficiary with his mother listed second. He also asked Kent to research life insurance policies for him. Blaine had decided that if something happened to him, he would want Kurt to live out the rest of his life. He wasn't going to be selfish like his grandfather. If he died first, he wanted Kurt to live and be well taken care of. He told Kent to find him an affordable one million dollar life insurance policy.

"One million dollars? That's awfully high, Blaine."

"I don't want Kurt to have to worry about anything."

"How old are you?"

"I'll be 22 in a few weeks."

"Are you ill?"

"No."

Kent didn't ask anymore questions. He told Blaine he would do some research and make some suggestions.

Blaine tucked the check into his wallet. He would deposit it after lunch with Professor Murray.

Professor Murray sat at a lovely table at the Four Seasons, happily sipping an iced tea. He had been delighted to hear from Blaine and to be invited to lunch, courtesy of his former student. He'd only spoken to Mike Huntel once since Blaine started his internship, and Mike had been very pleased with Blaine's performance. The professor was very pleased with his brownstone. He couldn't wait for it to belong to him, permanently. Only three more years to go.

He watched Blaine walk across the restaurant. Such an outstanding young man. Smart, attractive...valuable.

"Hi Professor M. How have you been?"

"Wonderful, Blaine. Simply wonderful. It is so good to see you."

The two chatted amicably until the professor brought up Huntel, Wellington and VanSant.

"So Blaine, how are things at HWV?"

"That's kind of what I wanted to talk to you about. Do you have contacts at other firms?"

The color drained from the professor's face.

"Uh...well...possibly. Why?"

"I don't want to put all my eggs in one basket. I know I have time, but I'd like to start looking into some other firms. Maybe arrange for an internship somewhere else next summer."

The professor was sure his delicious salmon lunch, was about to come back up.

"Wh-what? Why?"

"I'm not sure HWV is the best place for me."

"Nonsense. Of course its the best place for you! Its the best firm in the city. Hell, in the entire northeast."

"Maybe. I'd just like to look around a bit. Can you put me in touch with some people?"

Professor Murray closed his eyes and tried to calm his churning stomach. He was definitely going to be sick.

"Professor? Professor, are you okay?"

Blaine helped Professor Murray out of the restaurant and into a cab. Once the cab was around the corner, the professor pulled out his cell phone.

"Mike. It's Walter. We need to talk about Blaine."

Thursday morning, Blaine walked into his office to find Mike sitting there with Jack Taylor, the lead attorney for the corporate division.

"Good morning, Blaine. I think you've met Jack."

Jack smiled broadly. "Yes, good to see you again, Blaine."

Blaine was informed that for the rest of the summer, he would only be working for Jack. Blaine was thrilled. This was great. This was the type of experience he wanted. Plus, Jack was one of the attorneys who liked him.

Once Jack left, Mike remained seated.

"Blaine, when will your...boyfriend be back in town?"

"Two weeks. He's coming home for good in two weeks."

"Well, that's perfect. I'd like the two of you to join Samantha and I for dinner one evening."

Blaine was surprised. "Sure." Cool. He would love to see Mike's place.

"Great. You let me know when he is back and settled, and we will arrange a date."

Mike walked down the hall to his office and sat down. Okay. Things should be fine now. Blaine could spend the rest of the summer working in corporate, the Montiels had given him a hell of a bonus for helping Andrew, and in a few weeks, he would level with Blaine about what he wanted. It would be good to have the boyfriend there. He would have to get the boyfriend's buy-in, for this to work. Hopefully the boyfriend won't have any objections to Blaine sleeping with Samantha. It would just be a means to an end. Nothing more. Hope he isn't the jealous type.

Friday evening, Blaine took a shower and stared at himself in the mirror. He didn't like what he saw. His skin was still darker than before Kurt's visit, but it was fading. And, he felt weak again. Not a good birthday present. One more week. Kurt would be home for good in one more week, and everything would be fine. Blaine planned to fuck the hell out of Kurt. Daily. He was going to fuck him until he physically couldn't take anymore. Blaine was tired of looking pale and feeling weak. It pissed him off that Jace looked so healthy all the time, and he didn't even have a slave. How was that fair?

His cell phone rang. Jace.

"Hey."

"Hey. I was just calling to see if you changed your mind about dinner."

"No. I'm fine. I'll just meet you at the club around 10:00 pm."

Blaine had decided to play it safe and not go to Jace's for dinner. Instead of Kurt's visit leaving him fulfilled and sexually calm, it had left him desperate and on edge. It was as if he'd had just enough to get him hooked and wanting more. Until Kurt was home for good, Blaine needed to be careful.

X-X-X-X-X

Jace arrived at Club Hot, a little after 10:00 pm. He was about to get in line, when he spotted a slender guy wearing a pair of gold Manolo Blahnik heels with matching gold metallic shorts and a gold crop top. Around his neck was a gold choker that at first glance, looked like a necklace but was actually a collar. He was standing next to the huge bouncer at the door. Blaine walked over.

"Lake?"

"Oooo, Blaine!" Lake threw himself at Blaine and gave him a big hug. He stepped back and looked Blaine up and down.

"Could you be any more perfect? Damn Blaine. You never fail to impress."

Blaine noticed the big guy watching Lake closely. He was holding a leash which Blaine realized was attached to Lake's collar. What the hell?

"Lake...what are you doing here? Why are you on a leash?"

Lake's eyes turned lustful. He looked back at the big guy and smiled. He turned to Blaine.

"I'm a sex slave for a week. The big guy over there is Desmond. He's very good with his hands. In so many ways. He painted my apartment, fixed everything that needed fixing, installed cabinets for me. Basically, he did all those pesky things, straight guys are really good at. In exchange for his services, I agreed to be his sex slave for a week. Complete with leash and collar. And, let me tell you Blaine, this has been the most fantastic week of my life. Desmond is huge...in all areas. The man owns every sexual torture device known to man. Why the other night, he put me in a..."

"Lake! Stop talking. Haven't you ever heard of TMI? Too much information?" Lake looked completely confused.

"When is a lack of information, ever a good thing?"

Blaine sighed. Lake was truly one of a kind. Blaine was about to ask if Lake could get him in, when Lake moaned and his eyes glazed over.

"Holy cock. Who is that?"

Blaine turned around to see Jace walking towards them.

Jace had on black jeans with a green shirt that brought out his eyes. They looked brighter than usual. He was also quite dark. Blaine guessed he'd been screwing Alex again. Between the black hair, the bright green eyes and his skin, Jace looked stunningly handsome. Blaine felt himself harden. Shit.

"Hey Blaine."

"Hi."

Lake stared at him. His eyes fluttered closed, then open. Blaine couldn't help but laugh. If only Lake knew he was in the presence of a real master.

"Lake, this is my friend Jace. Jace, this is Lake."

"Hello Jace. It is beyond a pleasure to meet you."

"Hi."

"Lake, can your...master get us in the club?"

"Sure." Lake was staring at Jace, hungrily. Jace stared back, intrigued by the collar. Once he had his own slave, he totally planned on making him wear a collar. At least every once in awhile. Just as a way of remembering his place.

"We aren't ready to go in yet. We are waiting on one more person."

Blaine's words, pulled Jace out of his daydream of putting a collar on his future slave.

"Wait. What? Who are we waiting on?"

"Just a friend of mine."

"Who?"

"My friend Sam."

"I didn't know you were inviting someone?"

Blaine shrugged. "My birthday, my guest list." Blaine turned so Jace wouldn't see the smirk on his face. He could tell Jace was a little ticked...and jealous.

They waited for another 10 minutes until Samantha Huntel arrived, wearing a super short red dress with red, five inch heels. Her blond hair was smooth and combed straight down her back. Her makeup was flawless. Every straight guy turned to stare at her, while the gay guys commented on her outfit. She looked beautiful.

"Hi Baby Blaine!"

"Evening Samantha. You look hot as hell."

"Why thank you. Too bad you don't play on my team. All this could be yours. Still could be if you want it..." Blaine laughed.

"Samantha, this is Jace. Jace, Samantha."

Jace relaxed as he realized, this was the Sam they were waiting for. "Nice to meet you Samantha."

"Wow. Can I just say that, next to Blaine, you are the best looking man I've ever seen."

Jace laughed. "I guess being number two isn't bad. Thank you."

Samantha looked at him closely and frowned. "Let me guess? You're gay, too?" Jace nodded. "Dammit. Why are all the most gorgeous men, gay?"

Lake led the three of them into the club, past the grumblings of those still standing in line. Once inside, they found the rest of their crew. Jace had called everyone in their circle, and most were there. They all liked Blaine, plus the grand-opening of a new club was always fun.

Blaine had no intentions of getting drunk, but it was going to be hard. Everyone wanted to buy him a drink for his birthday. After his third glass of wine, he started giving his drinks to Samantha who happily accepted every single one, and was soon very buzzed and on the way to drunk as hell.

Blaine was having a great time. He had a nice buzz going and was thoroughly enjoying himself, as he and Samantha danced sexily on the dance floor. Samantha ran her hands all over Blaine's body. He didn't mind. It did absolutely nothing for him, but it helped keep guys from hitting on her. It also kept him away from Jace.

After dancing for a while, they sat down at a table to rest. Samantha laid her head on Blaine's shoulder and her hand on his thigh, her fingers dangerously close to his dick. Blaine shot her a sideways glance, but decided not to say anything.

"Well, hello Sammi." Both Blaine and Samantha looked up.

Andrew Montiel.

Samantha sneered at him. "Hello Andy. I see you're back, roaming the streets."

Blaine stared at him. He was a bit shocked to see him in person.

"Yes I am. Thanks to my father."

"And mine. I told him to let you rot, but he didn't listen. I guess he couldn't resist your daddy's money."

Andrew frowned at her. "I didn't kill anyone."

Samantha rolled her eyes. "Sure you didn't."

Andrew looked at Blaine. "Is this your man of the moment?"

"This is Blaine Anderson. Blaine, meet Andrew Montiel."

"Hello."

"Hi."

Andrew and Blaine stared at each other.

"Sammi and I go way back. You'd better treat her well."

"Or else what, Andrew? You'll kill him like you killed Stephanie?"

Andrew glared at her as he turned red. "Why are you such a bitch? I didn't kill anybody."

"Liar. Daddy may have gotten you off, but everyone knows you killed that poor girl. You've always been an asshole. Even when we were little, you were the class jerk."

Andrew leaned down, very close to Samantha and spoke quietly. "Why don't you shut up before you end up like Stephanie?"

Andrew started gasping. His hands flew to his throat and he stumbled backwards. His face turned red as he struggled for air. Samantha watched him and then slowly turned to look at Blaine. Blaine's eyes were black and concentrated on Andrew. Samantha looked back at Andrew and smiled.

So.

Daddy hadn't been making it up.

Samantha scooted closer to Blaine and gave Andrew a bored look. He had fallen to his knees and was starting to turn blue. Finally, a girl dancing nearby noticed him and ran over. Blaine released him and he fell to the ground, coughing and gasping. The girl and a few others helped him to his feet and out of the club to get some air.

Blaine and Samantha sat in silence until Samantha turned to Blaine.

"Sleep with me."

"What?"

"Sleep with me. I want you to sleep with me and get me pregnant."

Blaine looked at her in shock. "What? What are you talking about?"

"Please Blaine? Have a baby with me. I'd love to carry your child. Think of how beautiful our baby would be. You are outrageously good-looking and let's face it, I'm beautiful. Our child would be the best-looking person on the planet. Get me pregnant, Blaine. Sleep with me."

"Samantha...I...Samantha, I'm gay. You know that."

"All the more reason to sleep with me. You and your boyfriend can't have a baby. Let me have it for you."

Blaine looked at her in confusion. She had to be drunk.

"Samantha, you're drunk and confused. I should get you home."

Samantha leaned closer to him and whispered in his ear. "I know Blaine. I know all about you. Daddy told me. I'm not crazy or drunk. I want to have your baby, Blaine. I'm serious. If it helps...I'm still a virgin. I really am. I know everyone thinks I sleep around, but I don't. I haven't. I want someone special, and you are as special as they come. Just think about it. I'll give you my virginity and a baby."

Blaine looked at her. Shit. This was getting out of control. He couldn't have the world knowing about his power.

"Come on Samantha. Let's get out of here."

Blaine pulled Samantha to her feet and went to find Jace.

"I'm going to take Samantha home." Jace looked disappointed.

"It's only a little after 1:00 am. I thought we could go get something to eat."

"Sorry. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

Jace watched Blaine walk away.

Shit.

It would have to go down tomorrow. Jace couldn't wait anymore. He had already wasted enough time.

X-X-X-X-X

Blaine hailed a cab and rode in silence with Samantha. By the time they pulled up in front of her building, he had made his decision. He didn't want to take any chances until he knew exactly what Mike knew and what he was after. He would have to erase Samantha's memory.

He told the cab to wait for him as he walked her to the door. Halfway there, he stopped and took her hands. He stared into her eyes. She stared back. Trapped.

"Samantha, you did not see me choke Andrew Montiel tonight." Samantha nodded.

"Samantha, you did not ask me to sleep with you. You did not ask to have a baby with me." Samantha nodded.

Blaine waited a moment.

"Samantha, did you see me do anything...strange this evening?"

"No."

"What did I do this evening?"

"Drink and dance and talk to people."

"Did we talk Samantha?"

"Yes."

"What did we talk about?"

"I don't know. I don't remember."

"Okay."

Blaine kissed her on the cheek and walked her the rest of the way to her door.

"Goodnight Samantha."

"Goodnight Blaine."

Saturday morning, Blaine sat in bed, thinking. Kurt would be home on Friday. Blaine decided it was time to press the reset button on their relationship. The past four years had been difficult, and the past two months had been hell. He couldn't have drama while he was in law school. He needed to concentrate on his studies. Blaine decided Kurt would not be allowed to work for his entire first year of law school. He knew Kurt would protest, but Blaine didn't care. He wasn't going to discuss it with him. It would be a command Kurt had to follow. If necessary, Blaine would use his master control over Kurt. He had allowed Kurt to get away with murder. No, actually, he had allowed asshole Andrew to get away with murder. But, that was okay. Blaine would take care of him later. He would make sure Stephanie received justice.

That brought Blaine to his other problem. He needed to find out what Mike really wanted. How did he know what Blaine was capable of? Kurt had been right all along. The internship, the office. Yes, Mike wanted him at HWV, but for what? Why would he tell Samantha about his powers? That didn't make sense. Surely, a guy like Mike would understand the importance of making sure no one knew about Blaine. Why would he tell his daughter? Samantha was another problem. A baby? Blaine had never thought about having children. He had no idea if Kurt wanted children. They'd never discussed it. Hopefully, Samantha's request was a by-product of the liquor.

Blaine sighed. Why was his life always so fucking complicated? All he wanted was to practice law and be with Kurt. It sounded so simple. His phone rang. Oh, his other problem, Jace.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Nothing much. Happy birthday. I don't think I ever got a chance to tell you that last night. Your girlfriend was all over you."

"Samantha likes to use me for protection." And, she protects me from you.

"So, what are your plans for today?"

"Nothing really."

"How about I take you to breakfast for your birthday and then kick your ass on the tennis court?"

Blaine was incapable of turning down a tennis challenge.

"Game on."

They went to breakfast and then to the tennis club near Jace's building. As usual, their play was ferocious and powerful. They destroyed two tennis balls before reaching the brink of exhaustion.

"Let's go take a swim in the pool and relax in the hot tub at my place. It's on the top floor of the building. Amazing view."

"I don't have swim trunks with me."

"You can borrow a pair of mine."

The tennis club was only a two block walk from Jace's building. Blaine changed quickly in a small guest room off of the living room. He left his clothes on the bed.

The water felt great on his sore muscles. Jace sat in a chaise lounge and watched Blaine move gracefully through the water.

He would miss watching Blaine. It was a shame to destroy someone so magnificent.

"Are you hungry?"

"Starving."

"I'll order pizza."

They sat by the pool, eating pizza, drinking sodas and relaxing. Blaine felt good. Tired, but good. Maybe he would help Jace find a slave. If Jace enslaved someone he and Kurt liked, Kurt would have a friend. That would be great. Blaine knew Kurt would love to know another slave. Someone to share his experience with.

They sat in silence until Blaine realized he was falling asleep.

"I'd better get going."

"Okay."

They went back down to Jace's condo. Blaine went into the guest room. He looked around. Where were his clothes? He was sure he had left them on the bed. He checked the bathroom. Nothing. He went out to the living room.

"Hey, have you seen my..."

Holy shit.

Jace was standing there, naked. His eyes were black and burning with fire.

"Jace...what are you doing?"

Jace walked over to him and kissed him on the cheek.

"Don't you want me?"

Blaine opened his mouth and then closed it. Shit. Yes he wanted him, but he wasn't going to do this. He only had to make it six more days.

"Jace, I can't do this. I have a fiancee. I love Kurt. I can't cheat on him."

"Yes, you can. You can do whatever you want."

"No. I don't want to cheat on Kurt."

Jace stared into Blaine's eyes. All in one movement, he leaned over and softly kissed Blaine's mouth as he slid one arm around his waist, pulling him towards him, and quickly slid one hand into Blaine's shorts. Blaine tried to move back, but Jace wrapped his hand around Blaine's dick and started stroking. Blaine let out a loud, low moan. Jace deepened the kiss, his tongue pressing gently until Blaine's lips slowly parted. Blaine's mind was screaming no, while his body responded to Jace's touch with a desire for more. Jace started whispering.

"Please Blaine? Don't you want to know what it would feel like to fuck another master? To have a master submit to you. You're so dark and powerful. Don't you want to take me, Blaine? Take me and fuck me like the master you are?"

Jace's words went straight to Blaine's cock and his ego. The darkness inside him was swirling around. Waiting.

Jace's darkness was in a frenzy. Let's break him. Now. Jace willed it to be quiet. Patience. Blaine was weak, but his power was inherently strong. Jace had to be careful.

He would only get one shot at this.

Kurt's eyes flew open. He sat straight up and looked around the room in a panic. He rubbed his eyes. What had he been dreaming? A strong jolt of electricity hit his chest and rippled through his body. Kurt gasped.

Jace started to slowly pull at Blaine's shorts, working them down as best he could with one hand, as he continued to stroke his cock. Blaine was kissing him harder, with more urgency. Jace allowed him to dominate. He had to suck him in.

The electricity running through Kurt felt stronger. Hotter. He stumbled out of bed and over to the window. He felt so hot. He closed his eyes and stood in front of the open window. The air barely registered against his skin. Why was he so hot?

Blaine felt Jace pulling at his shorts. He stopped kissing him and tried to pull away.

"Jace...stop. I can't do this. Yes, I admit it. I want you, but I can't. Kurt will be home next weekend. I can't do this to him."

Jace increased the speed of his stroking. He kissed Blaine's neck. "Please fuck me, Blaine. Fuck me hard. Imagine how strong you will become from fucking a master? I'll submit to you Blaine." Blaine closed his eyes. Jace's hand...his words...

This shit felt good. So good...

Kurt gasped and clutched his chest as a jolt of electricity punched him. He fell to the floor. He lay there, breathing hard, trying to call out, but he couldn't speak.

Jace fell to his knees and yanked Blaine's shorts down with one hand while continuing to stroke him with the other. Jace's darkness was so excited, it almost knocked Jace over. We're almost there.

Kurt was rolling on the floor, his hands clutching his chest as the jolts of electricity kept punching him. He finally managed a scream. A few seconds later, Etienne ran into his room.

"Oh my God, Kurt! Kurt!" He knelt beside him and felt his forehead. "You're burning up! Kurt! What's wrong?"

Kurt struggled to speak.

"Blaine...trap..."

Blaine was losing himself in the feeling of Jace's hand on his cock and the thought of fucking a master.

The feeling stopped.

Blaine looked down at Jace.

Jace gave him a sexy smile.

Blaine shook his head. "I can't do this, Jace. I can't."

Jace kept smiling. "Oh, Blaine. You are so handsome, yet so fucking stupid."

"What?"

"Kurt, I'm going to call an ambulance. It's going to be okay. I'm going to get help."

"Blaine...don't...trap...It's a trap!"

Jace pushed Blaine hard, sending him tumbling over on to his back. Jace was on him in seconds. He pressed the full weight of his body down on Blaine, pinning his hands on either side of his head. He unleashed a painful current of electricity through his hands and into Blaine's body. Blaine screamed.

"I'm sorry, Blaine. I really like you. Hell, I practically love you. I honestly do. But I'm tired of waiting and wanting and searching. I'm willing to make you a deal. Just give him to me and I won't take it from you."

Blaine was struggling to free himself. The pain was horrible. And Blaine was weak. His darkness was swirling around, disoriented from the electrical shock. It struggled to ground itself.

"What the fuck are you talking about? Get off of me!"

"Just give him to me, Blaine! Just give him to me!"

"What? What do you want?"

"Kurt. Give me Kurt."

"What? Are you fucking crazy!"

Jace stopped the electricity, but continued to hold Blaine down.

"I'm willing to make you a deal. Give me Kurt and I won't take your darkness. I want it. I need it. I want to be stronger. Your darkness is stronger than mine. It's fucking incredible and you don't deserve it. You don't know how to take care of it. Sending your slave away? What the fuck is that? But, if you give me Kurt, I'll let you keep your darkness. I want Kurt more."

"No! Never! Kurt is mine!"

"I figured you would say that. I'm sorry to do this to you, but it's the only way for me to steal your darkness. I only have to enter you. I won't...move or anything."

Blaine's mind was racing. Could he really steal his darkness? That had to be impossible. How could he steal it?

Wait...

No...

No way...

No fucking way.

Blaine started struggling harder. Jace locked his legs around Blaine's, forcing Blaine's legs apart.

"No! No! Get off of me!"

"Then just give him to me! Give him to me!"

"No! Get off of me!"

Jace tightened his grip on Blaine's hands and legs.

"If you won't give him to me, then I'm taking him and your darkness!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

Jace unleashed the electricity...

And slammed into him.

Kurt screamed. His scream was so horrifying and full of agony, it left Etienne and the paramedics frozen in fear.

One of the paramedics tried to get near Kurt, telling him in French that they wouldn't hurt him. Kurt scrambled away from him to the corner of the room, pressing himself against the wall.

"Blaine! Fight Blaine! Fight! No! No! Don't let him have me! Fight Blaine!"

Blaine was screaming and thrashing, trying to break free. Jace pushed forward, settling himself completely inside of Blaine. He waited until he saw the shock take affect. Blaine froze. Paralyzed. Jace released Blaine's hands, and pressed his hands against Blaine's chest. Blaine screamed as he felt Jace's darkness attacking him, pulling at his darkness. Blaine could feel his darkness racing through his body, trying to resist the pull, but it was weak and confused. It recognized Jace's darkness from their playing together. It took a moment for it to realize it was being attacked. This was not Jace's usual darkness. Gone was the sexy, smooth current. Now it was sinister, mean and strong. Very strong. Jace had spent the last three days, fucking Alex. He had locked him in his bedroom, tied him to his bed and fucked him mercilessly in preparation for his attack. Jace's darkness was ready to fight. Plus, it loved the idea of growing stronger. It wanted Blaine's darkness.

Jace held Blaine down, pressing against his chest with all his strength. He wanted Blaine's darkness so bad.

And, once he had Blaine's darkness...he could have Kurt.

"Please Blaine! Fight! Fight! Don't let him have me!"

Kurt was hysterical and out of his mind. He was screaming and clawing at the wall, as the hot electricity of Jace's pull flowed through his system along with the pain of the tug-of-war between the Blaine and Jace's darkness.

"Fight Blaine! Fight! Please Blaine! Please don't let him have me!"

Blaine's darkness was putting up a strong fight but...

It wasn't enough.

It was too weak.

Blaine screamed as Jace's darkness flooded into him, cruelly burning him on purpose as it attacked his darkness, pulling it into Jace. Blaine's darkness kept fighting, thrashing through Blaine, trying to stay with its master. But, it just couldn't hold on.

Blaine's body shook violently as he let out a blood curdling scream.

Kurt released one last agonizing wail.

Jace screamed as all the darkness flooded into him, invading his veins like fire. He fell backwards off of Blaine, screaming and rolling on the floor. And then...

Silence.