Blaine knew he should have seen that outstretched foot. Unfortunately, the thought came too little too late, and he tumbled forward, much to the glee of the group of jocks and cheerleaders sitting at the table. He winced, twisting his wrist around in circles, trying to ease the pain. His lunch bag sat a few feet away from him, and he quietly picked it up.
"Hey, lay off him." Blaine looked up in surprise at Santana. He hadn't thought that she would stand up for him. Apparently, he wasn't the only one with that thought either.
"Sticking up for Anderson, Santana? That's new," one of the guys, Noah Puckerman, asked, raising his eyebrows. Blaine looked back at Santana, waiting for her answer. Maybe this was the start to a friendship of some sort. Instead of replying, though, she looked down at Blaine.
"What are you staring at, hobbit?" Well, so much for being friends. Blaine was about to pull himself up when he saw someone stop by his other side. Kurt sneered at the table before extending a hand.
"Come on, Blaine, let's leave these idiots alone." Blaine took Kurt's hand, smiling in thanks. As they were about to walk away, Blaine heard one of the jocks, an upperclassman, juding by his letter jacket, call out.
"Hey, Hummel, I think you shopped at the wrong section. Those aren't girls' clothes." Kurt rolled his eyes but kept on walking. He looked mildly annoyed.
"You can't let them say things like that to you," Blaine muttered, feeling angry. As he was about to turn around, though, Kurt grabbed him by the hand, stopping him. The same jock cat-called, laughing, and Kurt sighed, immediately letting go of his hand again.
"Ignore them. They only have fun with it really if you react." Blaine wished he could do something to stand up. Hell, he spent his spare time fighting demons and training. Yet when it came to high school, he couldn't even retort without the fear of getting in trouble. The jocks ruled the school, and there was nothing he could do about it. He really hated feeling helpless.
"I really hate them," he grumbled, his lips pursing.
"Don't let them ruin your day," Kurt said, smiling at him. Blaine looked at him for a moment before a smile unwillingly pulled up on his lips as well.
"Oh, alright. Smiling. Happy?"
"Much better." After a pause, Kurt looked back at the group. "You know, it's odd that Santana was so nice to you, though." Blaine paused, biting his lip, debating whether to mention anything to Kurt. As
Kurt's face moved back to a wide, happy smile, he decided against it. Really, what could end up coming out of it? Besides, he couldn't tell Kurt everything, and without those details the story wouldn't make sense.
"Yeah, you're right. It was kind of weird."
Blaine and Kurt walked over towards the car pool. It was empty other than a kid sitting on the curb, reading a book. Kurt slung his bag over his shoulder. "Hey, wait, Hummel! Anderson!" Blaine turned around to see Santana walking towards them.
"Oh, what does she want now?" Kurt asked through gritted teeth. They walked over towards the curb as well, waiting to be picked up. Blaine's brow furrowed, and as she approached them, Blaine tried to think of a way to signal her not to mention what she'd seen last night.
"What the hell was that last night?" she asked as she approached them. Well, that hadn't worked out. "Answers, hobbit." Blaine sighed. She was blunt as always.
"Nothing, Santana," Blaine muttered, trying to inconspicuously look in Kurt's direction. For a moment, she seemed confused, but then a wide smile spread across her face. "Oh, your boyfriend doesn't know. That's just precious."
"He's not my boyfriend."
"I don't know what?" Kurt asked, glanced between the two of them.
"I can't believe you haven't told your own boyfriend."
"He's really not my boyfriend. We're just friends," Blaine said, feeling flustered. Santana's smirk and Kurt's glare were making him nervous.
"What weren't you telling me?" Kurt asked again, spinning Blaine to face him. "What's going on?" Blaine opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to think up some sort of excuse. Luckily, he was saved from responding as Cooper pulled up. Blaine was sure he'd never been so relieved to see his brother.
"I have to go." Blaine made his way to the car, and Santana followed.
"No way. I'm not leaving without some answers." Blaine huffed but continued walking. His hand reached for the handle when she called out again. "I you don't, I'm just going to tell the whole school what I saw last night." Blaine froze. There was no way he could let that happen. Then again, he wasn't supposed to let anyone know. But what choice did he have? She had run into a demon. He pinched the bridge of his nose before waving them forward.
"Fine, get in the car." He groaned. "I'm in so much trouble."
"Is anyone going to tell me what the hell is going on?" Kurt looked impatiently at them. Blaine had seen Kurt angry before, but the anger had never been directed at him.
"Get in the car." Blaine made his own way in, sitting in the passenger's seat. He slumped forward, not bothering to look at Cooper as he glanced over at Blaine in confusion.
"Not really. Just... let's go home, and then we can deal with this."
"Just drive." Blaine pulled his legs up, leaning his forehead on his knees and groaning. Cooper reached down, rubbing a circle on Blaine's back before turning back.
"Everyone buckled up?" They both said yes, and Cooper turned around. "Good. Nice to see you again, Kurt."
"You too, Cooper." Cooper cleared his throat before starting to drive. The car ride was silent until they got down to the first traffic light.
"So, what the hell were those? Demons?" Cooper jumped beside him.
"What!" Cooper yelled, looking over at Blaine. "You told her?"
"She saw them!"
"Demons?" Kurt sounded confused, and Blaine really was starting to wish he'd just left her. Well, no, that wasn't entirely true. He wouldn't have been able to deal with that.
"Don't worry about it, Lady Lips."
"Okay you can't bring this up in front of Kurt and then just pretend like he's not involved," Blaine snapped.
"Excuse me, I'm still trying to figure out what the hell you were thinking when you told her about it!" Cooper shook his head. "Mom and Dad are going to kill you."
"Yeah, well, I wasn't the one who told her."
"One of them attacked me," she said, finally explaining. Everyone was quiet for a moment before Kurt spoke up. His voice shook, and he looked mildly frightened.
"I want to go home. All of you are insane, and I just want to go home." His fingers clenched and unfurled before his eyes closed.
"Kurt, please," Blaine tried, reaching out for him. His hand rested on Kurt's knee for a second before Kurt pulled away.
"What do you even mean demons?" Kurt asked. Blaine's face fell. "Just... home. I need to go home now."
"Alright. Just... give us a second," Cooper said after a moment. The ride was silent again, and Blaine felt his stomach tighten. Kurt was sure he was insane, and God knew if Santana was going to change her mind and tell everyone in the school.
"I never meant them to find out," Blaine tried, but Cooper's fingers simply tightened around the wheel, his knuckles turning white.
"Just be quiet for a second, Blaine. I just… I need to figure out what I'm going to tell them."
"I don't know. What am I supposed to say? Oh, I'm sorry, people at my school just found out that I fight demons in my spare time. My bad."
"So, that wasn't the first demon you've fought?" Santana asked, her voice showing interest. It was as if she was talking about a TV show, not some supernatural circumstance. Blaine let out a snort and buried his face again, wondering what the hell he was supposed to do.
"Demons aren't real," Kurt repeated, his voice shaking. When Blaine looked back, he found Kurt leaning over, his forehead pressed against the window as he stared out. "They aren't."
"I –" Blaine wanted to say something, but he didn't really know what to do. Kurt wasn't supposed to know. Blaine didn't want to show him, but losing Kurt's friendship wasn't really an option Blaine wanted to consider either.
"No, that wasn't the first demon I've fought. Can we just wait until we get to my house?"
"Whatever," Santana snapped back, and she crossed her arms, leaning back in the car. Everybody stayed quiet, and when they finally pulled in front of Kurt's house, Kurt leapt out.
"Bye, Kurt," Blaine tried. The door slammed, and Kurt left without a goodbye, looking thoroughly shaken.
"Well, that went well," Blaine muttered.
"We'll figure something out," Cooper said, looking uncertain about what he was saying. "We'll try to in any case."
"Are you sure you two aren't dating?" Santana asked, her voice teasing. Blaine really wasn't in the mood for this right now, but he shook his head anyway.
"So, we're the only two gay guys in Lima – doesn't mean we have to be more than friends." Blaine slumped forward again, and ran his fingers through his hair. He felt sick. Everything had managed to fall apart over one day. Then again, he knew he shouldn't have expected more. Neither should have Jennifer or Michael. After all, how long would people have been truly convinced that he was normal?
Blaine's eyes closed, and he tried to drown everyone out as they drove home. When they finally pulled into the driveway and into the garage, he jumped out of the car and made it straight for the house. "We need to sort this out before Jennifer and Michael get home," Blaine said, turning to Cooper. He slipped out of his shoes and sighed.
"Nice house," Santana said, looking around as she got in. She followed suit, taking off her shoes. They moved over to the kitchen and sat next to the island, where there were several tall chairs lined up.
"Anything to drink? Food?" Blaine asked as Santana sat herself down.
"I'll just have water for now." Blaine nodded, and Cooper sat down as well as Blaine grabbed a glass, filling it up with water. He handed it to Santana and sat down next to her, swallowing thickly.
"So, what the hell did I see?" Santana crossed her arms over her chest and stared at Blaine.
"It's complicated," Blaine said, trying to ignore Cooper shaking his head worriedly.
"And telling me that isn't going to make it any less so. So, what did I see?" Santana took a sip of her water, spinning it around in the glass for a second before facing him again.
"Long story short, it was a demon."
"So, those things aren't just some made up fantasy thing, then," Santana said, pursing her lips. Her brow furrowed as she tried to process it, and she nodded slowly. It was odd to see the contrast between her and Kurt. Kurt refused to believe it, and Santana seemed just the opposite. She was taking it as if there wasn't anything unusual in it.
"How can you just take it like that?"
"That's what he said," Santana said with a snort, her lips curling upwards. Blaine's hands fell down into his arms.
"Or you just don't have a sense of humor."
"Okay, guys, focus," Cooper said. "I think we should go over basics with her before Mom and Dad get home, okay?" Blaine and Santana looked over to him and nodded. "First thing's first, this goes out to no one."
"Please, and admit being friends with this guy here. That's social suicide," Santana teased, offering Blaine a brief flash of a smile. Cooper looked slightly less amused, but he didn't comment. "So, what's going to happen?"
"I don't know," Blaine muttered, looking to Cooper for help. When he simply shrugged, Blaine stared back down at the counter. This was new. He wasn't used to anyone knowing.
"And that thing would have…" For the first time, she seemed afraid. She wouldn't say it. Blaine was sure of that. She was far too proud. But she wrung her hands, and her gaze dropped down to the ground. After a moment, she looked back up, her lower lip jutting slightly as she tried to look resolutely indifferent to it all.
"Killed you?" Blaine offered. When Santana nodded, Blaine let out a sigh. "Yeah. They're dangerous."
"Really? I couldn't tell."
"You're the one that asked."
"How do you kill them?" Santana asked with a shrug.
"Decapitation or stabbing through the hair. Really the usual."
"The usual? I didn't realize there was a usual when it comes to demons," Santana said with a laugh. "Look, I probably have to run soon before my parents get home."
"You can't fight with me, you know," Blaine suddenly blurted out. He seemed to have hit a point of interest because Santana froze midway from bending down as she went to grab her backpack. When she spun around, she looked mildly annoyed. "And why is that?"
"You're not… You don't have the training. You're not going to be able to be of much use."
"I can fight."
"You would have been killed by that demon if I didn't come," Blaine pointed out, and she rolled her eyes.
"I could still help."
"Look," Cooper said. "I understand that it's tempting, but I helped him train and trained a little myself next to him. I still get my ass kicked by demons."
"It's true," Blaine said with a smile. Cooper grinned back at him and shook his head. "Demon hunters train and they're stronger… recover faster. But it's still possible for us to die if we let our guard down for even a second." Blaine hadn't meant to turn the conversation serious, but the room fell silent as they looked at him. Cooper shifted, his gaze falling to the counter for a second.
"C'mon, let me drive you home," he said to Santana, lightly placing a hand on her shoulder. "Blaine, maybe cook something to lighten Mom and Dad up before they get home."
"Do we have to tell them?" Blaine asked.
"Yes, now scoot. They like chicken parmesan."
As it turned out, chicken parmesan wasn't nearly enough to lighten what he had to tell them. Blaine wasn't sure he'd ever seen Michael so upset or Jennifer so distressed.
"It's not my fault! She was the one out absurdly late at night! I couldn't have stopped her from getting attacked. But I could stop her from getting killed."
"Relax, Michael, we knew this was bound to happen at some point," Jennifer said, running his hands down his back. She anxiously looked at Blaine, trying to offer him a comforting smile that died on her lips.
"She's not going hunting with you," Michael said, pointing a finger at him. "I don't care –"
"I'm not an idiot!" Blaine waved his hands, feeling sick. Did they honestly think that he was going to take her along? "She'd die."
"Exactly, so you have to let her know that she can't come along."
"I already did. God, you're acting like I'm five years old. I know how to handle myself," Blaine snapped, falling backwards into the chair and glowering down at the floor.
"Well, maybe if you weren't acting like a five year-old, we wouldn't have to treat you like one!" Michael threw his hands up in the air and let out an exasperated sigh. "You need to go patrol. It's getting late, and we don't want another slip up."
"Fine," Blaine snapped back. He stormed past them, ignoring Cooper as he opened his mouth to speak. He slammed the door behind himself as he ran out of the house. Blaine's phone buzzed, and he saw a text from Cooper.
"I'm sorry." Blaine paused, debating whether to reply when his phone vibrated again. This time the text was from Kurt.
"I overreacted. I still don't know whether I want to believe you, but I'm sorry." Blaine sighed. Maybe he'd find a way to fix it yet.
Blaine held his knife loosely in his right hand, flipping it. He was bored out of his mind. Without anyone patrolling with him, it was lonely. He continued walking down the street, pulling out his phone and flipping through old texts. After a moment, a new text popped up, and Blaine smiled. "We should be out there with you, kicking some demon ass." The text was from Santana. Somehow, it didn't surprise him.
"Yeah, and dying. That sounds like a fantastic idea," Blaine added with a laugh, shaking his head. Despite her lack of success in her first encounter, she was persistent in wanting to help him. Kurt seemed a little less eager to help in actively pursuing, though he said if there was any sort of research that ever needed to be done, he'd be more than willing to help.
"I could take them. Give me another chance." Blaine moved to reply, but before he could, Santana sent another text. "You know what… I don't need your permission! I could go out right now, and you wouldn't be able to stop me." Blaine scowled.
"No means no. I can't be worrying about you. Look, I promise to take you out with me another time when I go patrolling, okay? But just sit tight tonight." Blaine sent the text and waited for a moment, spinning his phone around. He actually wasn't sure if he could even promise that, but at least it would pacify her for the time being. Just as he was starting to get afraid that Santana wouldn't bother listening to him and had just deleted the text, his phone vibrated again.
"Fine. You owe me, hobbit." Blaine relaxed, and a smile spread across his face again.
"Will do, Santana."
Making his way down the street, he tried listening for any sort of sound. Maybe it was better if he just focused on what he had to do. It seemed fairly quiet, for once, and Blaine was tempted to just sit on a curb. But duty and honor to protect and blah, blah, blah… Blaine thought with a sigh. As excited as Santana was to help, most of the night, it really was about waiting. And oftentimes there wasn't even a demon to fight.
There was suddenly a rustle and a hiccup, and Blaine spun around. A few feet away, a demon stumbled forward, running into the bush. It staggered upright for a moment and shook its head. "Much better," it mumbled. For a moment, it straightened out its jeans before its head moved upwards and its eyes met Blaine's. "Well, well, well… What do we have here?" The demon licked its lips and stared at Blaine hungrily. Blaine gritted his teeth, and his knife moved into his hand.
"Come prepared, have we?" the demon taunted, and it chuckled as if it had said something funny. After a moment, he took a sudden step forward. "Boo!" Blaine barely flinched, and its head cocked to the side.
"You must be that famous, little, twerpy hunter that's gotten all these demons worried. I don't see what the big deal is." Blaine moved forward in a circle, and the demon followed him. "You don't look that scary to me."
"Size isn't everything," Blaine bit back.
"Twerpy, little, virgin demon, I should say. Size may not be everything, but it sure makes it a hell of a lot more fun." Blaine felt his cheeks flush. He'd never heard a demon talk like that. Blaine stopped for a moment, uncertain what to say, and the demon lunged forward. Blaine let out a yelp, barely managing to dodge it.
"Good try," Blaine muttered, and he moved forward himself, trying to strike out. The demon seemed to be expecting it and moved out of the way elegantly for someone who was considerably drunk.
Blaine's brow furrowed. This demon wasn't quite as predictable as the rest. He was used to seeing a pattern in how they fought - a pattern in how they dodged and how they attacked. Yet this demon seemed to go more with what pleased him. Blaine thought it might have something to do with the fact that he reeked of alcohol. "You know, this really isn't a fair fight considering I'm wasted," the demon said with a small laugh. It looked around Blaine's age, but its eyes were completely black. Faint signs of horns protruded from its hair.
Blaine let out a growl of frustration as the demon leaped backwards up onto a wall. Its eyes narrowed, and a smirk formed on its lips. Blaine lunged after him. He grabbed it, and they both landed in the courtyard on the other side of the wall. Blaine growled, but he barely had time to react before the demon's feet pushed upwards on his stomach, sending Blaine backwards, flying. Blaine's breath was momentarily knocked out of him and his vision temporarily went black as he slammed into the wall. There was a searing pain in his head. He'd barely recovered, his vision coming back just as he saw a fist flying at his face. He ducked, and the demon's fist narrowly missed his head.
"Fuck," Blaine murmured under his breath, his hand reaching to the back of his head and feeling a wet patch. He didn't need to look to know it was blood. His head was reeling and throbbing from hitting the wall.
"Tsk, tsk, language, hunter boy." Blaine felt anger and annoyance flare up in him, and he struck out, catching the demon by surprise. Its eyes widened as one of Blaine's hands held its arms in place above his head. The other quickly reached for his knife. He pressed the blade to the demon's neck, his teeth gritting. Before he could press down with it, though, the demon's face morphed.
Demons never morphed. They considered it impure. It showed a human side to them that most of them detested. Suddenly the face that was staring back at him with wide eyes was that of a frightened boy, and Blaine faltered, his grip loosening. The demon took it to his advantage, twisting him around and changing their positions. Blaine's felt his chest constrict as the demon's hand tightened around his neck. His knife was knocked to the ground, and the demon held his hands, pinned above his head.
"Let me go," Blaine snarled uselessly, trying to fight against his grip. The demon chuckled, glancing him up and down.
"And why should I do that?" Blaine's mouth opened, but before he could say anything else, the demon squeezed, cutting off his windpipe for a moment. "I could just let you slowly suffocate, unable to cry out." The demon's grip held, and Blaine fought, though he felt his head go light, feeling as if it was floating. He already was having issues with his head bleeding. There was no way he could get out of this.
He was going to die. He was going to die all alone by some stupid demon. Blaine wanted to cry, but he wasn't about to give the demon that satisfaction. Part of him felt like he should have expected this. Every night he could die. But Cooper wasn't even by his side. He'd remembered how they'd been laughing earlier tonight before he'd gone out to patrol the streets. Blaine whimpered as he started to black out. "The famous Blaine Anderson beaten by an amateur, drunk demon." Blaine closed his eyes, starting to slump down the wall, his head spinning and his chest swelling up in pain.
As suddenly as it started, it stopped. The demon's hand loosened, and Blaine gulped air, sputtering. "But where's the fun in that?" Everything started to come in focus just as the demon's face came inches from his face. It grinned, and Blaine felt hot breath on his neck. Blaine let out a frightened whimper as the demon's tongue traced up to his ear, nipping at the lobe of it. "I can practically taste your fear," it whispered, chuckling. Blaine shuddered, trying to pull out of his grasp. "Sebastian Smythe. Remember me."
With a final shove, Blaine was shoved against the wall. He slumped down, coughing, his hand going up to his neck. Before he could sturdy himself, the demon was out of sight. Blaine hit the ground angrily and shook. He knew he had to prepare himself if he was going to face that demon, Sebastian, again. That had never happened before, and if he could do anything, he was going to keep it from happening again.
Even during the two years he was gone, Blaine never forgot Sebastian.