"Please, please, please! Please wake up, Kurt...please...I can't live without you...I need you, Kurt...please..."

Blaine was sobbing and screaming and clutching Kurt to him tighter and tighter. What the hell happened? Why wouldn't he wake up? Blaine started desperately screaming at the darkness.

"Give him back! Give him back,now! What the fuck are you doing? Give him back! Kurt, please wake up! Please! You can't fucking have him! He's mine! Give him back!"

Blaine was officially losing his shit. He was growing more desperate and panicked and...scared. For the first time in years, Blaine Anderson was scared.

He looked at Kurt's face. He actually looked very peaceful. Blaine also noticed, with alarm, that his skin was noticeably darker. Something about Kurt's skin made Blaine take his hand and press his palm to Kurt's chest. He closed his eyes and allowed the control to flow through Kurt's body.

"You can't have him! He's mine!"

Not strong enough.

Blaine laid Kurt flat on his back, got on his knees and ripped Kurt's shirt open. He placed both his hands on his chest and allowed the full force of his control to wrap around him. He focused hard.

He's mine, mine, mine! Give him back!

Suddenly, Kurt's body became rigid, he inhaled loudly and arched his back. His eyes flew wide open and he exhaled forcefully, as if something was leaving his body. His eyes closed again for a moment and then opened.

"Blaine?"

"Kurt!" Blaine pulled him against his chest and wrapped his arms around him tightly. "Oh, Kurt! My beautiful Kurt!" He pulled away and placed his hands on either side of Kurt's face and looked into his eyes. "Are you okay?"

Kurt looked around, confused. "I-I'm fine. What happened? And, why is my shirt ripped?"

Blaine opened his mouth and then closed it. What the hell had happened?

"I don't know. I couldn't wake you up. You wouldn't wake up." Blaine threw his arms around him again. "Oh, God Kurt! I thought I lost you! I thought you were..." He held him tightly.

"I'm here Blaine. I'm here and I'm fine."

Kurt looked into Blaine's eyes. Had Blaine been crying? Kurt had never seen Blaine cry before. What the hell had happened to make Blaine Anderson cry? Kurt looked around the alley.

"Please, let's get out of here."

They walked back to the hotel, Blaine gripping Kurt's hand so hard, Kurt was sure his fingers were turning blue.

It wasn't until they were in the elevator that Kurt saw his reflection in the mirror. He gasped.

"What...why am I darker?"

Blaine looked at him. He had a theory but he wanted to wait until they were safe inside their hotel room.

Once in their room, they undressed and took a shower together. Blaine ran his hands all over Kurt's body and kissed him, almost constantly. He stared into Kurt's eyes as Kurt played with Blaine's curly, wet hair.

When they finally got out of the shower, they put on their boxers and settled on the bed. Kurt laid his head on Blaine's chest and Blaine lay there with his eyes closed, inhaling Kurt's scent. He knew he was holding him too tight, but he couldn't help it.

Despite everything that had happened that evening, they weren't going to sleep.

It was time to have a serious conversation.

Kurt started it.

"So...what happened tonight?

"Would you like to be more specific?"

"The darkness...it did something to you, didn't it?"

"Yes."

"What?"

"It...I...I released it. I gave up control."

"Like with Phil."

"Yes."

"But, something else happened."

"Yes."

Kurt looked up at Blaine. Blaine was staring straight ahead at the wall.

"You lost control of it, didn't you? You couldn't...get it back."

"Yes."

"Did that happen before?"

"Yes."

"So, how did you finally get it back last time?"

"I fought for it. I fought hard and I finally captured it. I focused my thoughts on you and, I was able to get it back but, this time..." Blaine trailed off.

"You couldn't do it."

"No. I couldn't." Blaine finally looked at Kurt. "I guess I needed your help to get it back under control."

Kurt thought about this. He replayed the scene in his mind. Blaine had been struggling, screaming as if he were in pain. When he grabbed Kurt's arm, Kurt could feel the heat and he felt something pulling him, telling him to help Blaine. When he laid on top of him, he felt the heat enter his body.

Of course.

Now, it all made sense. He looked at Blaine.

"The darkness moved from you to me."

Blaine looked alarmed.

"When I laid on top of you, I felt it move from you to me. It...it burned me. It felt like fire racing through my body. I couldn't stand it. It was too...overwhelming so, I guess I blacked out."

Kurt looked at his skin. "That's why I'm darker. It burned me." Kurt thought hard for a moment. He spoke slowly as his thoughts came together.

"It let go of you and... moved to me. That...stopped it from trying to...consume you. I wasn't...strong enough to handle it so...I passed out and...then?" He looked at Blaine expectantly.

"When you wouldn't wake up, I thought it had... taken you." Blaine tightened his hold on Kurt.

Kurt shook his head. "No, it didn't take me. It just...played inside me for a while. I just wasn't strong enough to stand it. So, I blacked out."

Blaine looked at Kurt. How could he look and sound so sure about all this?

Kurt was on a roll.

"So, it's running around inside me and I blacked out...then what did you do?"

"I tried to pull you back to me with my control."

Kurt was getting excited. "And, you did! The darkness shifted from me, back to you and I woke up!"

Blaine looked at Kurt in complete confusion. Kurt was smiling and looking very pleased with his theory.

"But Kurt, why? Why did it leave me and go to you?"

"I think it got...distracted. It was trying to...take over your body and...when I laid on to top of you it...lost it's focus. So, it moved from you to me. That gave you time to recover and then it moved back when you were trying to pull me back with your control. You didn't pull me back, you pulled the darkness back. Into you."

Blaine rubbed his forehead. This shit was crazy. Why the hell couldn't he just be normal? He looked at Kurt. Kurt was sitting there looking very sure of himself.

"But Kurt...how do you know?"

"Well, I felt the heat inside me and my skin is so much darker. Before, it was just slightly darker as a sign of you claiming me and..." Kurt trailed off. He was still a little nervous about how Blaine would feel about this.

"And what, Kurt?"

Kurt laid his hand on Blaine's arm. Blaine's eyes grew wide as he felt Kurt's hand grow hot against his body.

"Kurt...how...when?"

"I first realized it when I was trapped with Phil. I was so scared and then, I felt this...surge of heat...strength, and I pushed against him with my hands and he flew across the room."

Blaine looked a little sick. "I-I've infected you?"

Kurt nodded. "Just a little."

Blaine closed his eyes and laid back against the headboard.

This was a nightmare.

A fucking nightmare.

He didn't want Kurt infected with this. Kurt was innocent and pure and...heaven. Blaine didn't want to ruin heaven.

Kurt read his thoughts. "Blaine, it's okay. I don't think it's going to grow. I think I just get...a little of it. I can't handle a lot. That's why I blacked out tonight. That's why my skin is so much darker now. Too much of the darkness...overwhelms me. The little that's in me is because you possess me. I couldn't handle more."

"But, what if that's not right? Tonight...I thought it...was trying to take you from me, Kurt?"

Kurt shook his head. "No. This is your power Blaine. Your grandfather passed it along to you. I don't think it can permanently leave you and go to someone else." Kurt paused and looked at Blaine sternly.

"But Blaine, you can't run around losing control every time someone threatens me. You said the darkness changed when it came back after Silver Creek. It got hotter and stronger than before so now, you have to maintain control so it doesn't overtake you. I may not always be there to give you time to recover." And, I don't want you to kill anyone else.

Blaine pressed his palm against Kurt's palm. He felt the warmth. He looked into Kurt's eyes. "How do you feel?"

"I feel...stronger. Like a better version of myself. I felt that way in Silver Creek, after the first night we had sex...well, actually...after you fucked me. That's why I don't think this is going to grow. We've had lots of sex and it hasn't gotten stronger."

For the first time ever, Blaine didn't trust the darkness.

He felt like it had become a rival for Kurt.

Blaine put his head in his hands.

Fuck.

"Kurt...I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I should have just...left you alone. I just...I was so lonely for so long and...I wanted someone. Someone special. And...when I saw you...you were just so fucking beautiful. You looked like heaven to me and I need heaven because...I'm so full of hell and...I wanted you so bad. I just had to have you. It had to be you. Only you. There was no one else for me. But, now...I'm...I'm ruining you...All the shit that has happened to you...it happened because of me and...I'm so sorry, Kurt. I'm so sorry."

Kurt's eyes had welled up with tears as Blaine talked. He had never, ever seen Blaine like this. So...vulnerable. Kurt climbed on to his lap, straddling him. He laced his fingers into his hair on either side of his head and looked directly into his eyes.

"Blaine, don't be sorry. I'm not. I knew from day one that you were...different. You've always asked me if I understood what I was getting into and I have understood and I wanted it. All of it. So, you don't need to be sorry for anything."

He paused for a moment.

"You know what Blaine? You know what we are? Soulmates. You are my soulmate Blaine. Of course, you saw me and wanted me. You were supposed to find me and, I am so glad you did. So, don't be sorry. I'm not sorry. I'm happy. I want you Blaine. I want you and all your crazy, controlling, possessive, jealous, dark love. It's passionate and hot and yes, some days it scares the hell out of me but, I love it. I love you. I only want to be with you. I want your possession of me Blaine. I don't care how that sounds to anyone else. I want it because, I want you. I love how you make me feel and I don't ever want to be away from you. I want to be with you forever Blaine because, I love you."

Kurt kissed Blaine with pure passion. Blaine lifted Kurt up a little and pushed him backwards on to the bed. He looked into Kurt's blue-gray eyes, so full of love and desire. All for him. How could someone so beautiful and heavenly love him? Someone so dark and full of hell?

Kurt grabbed Blaine's hips and pulled him down causing their cocks to rub together slightly.

"Make love to me."

They made love with a heated intensity and passionate need. Kurt needed to feel Blaine inside him, filling him, claiming him. And Blaine needed to know that yes, Kurt was still his and always would be.

They locked eyes with one another and never averted their gaze as Blaine slid himself inside of Kurt. His movements were slow and relaxed. He just wanted to stare into Kurt's eyes and enjoy the hot intensity of making love to his beautiful boyfriend. His lover. His fiancee. His soulmate. His slave.

They came quietly. Kurt with a passionate cry and Blaine with a deep groan. Like the very first time they made love, Blaine didn't move out of or off of Kurt. He simply fell asleep on top of him.

While the darkness swirled quietly within him.