kurt.

Even if he were asked by someone he could trust, Kurt wasn’t sure if he could explain his and Oliver’s relationship. He saw the disgust Blaine had when he touched him and he wondered if he’d ever be able to tell the whole truth. He wanted to, some things less than others but he was going to come clean to someone and god he hoped it could be Blaine. But they’ve touched. They’ve held each other and Oliver kept Kurt alive during those first few months. He took care and trained him but it was when things got easier and before it even started that he wondered if he could mention.

Kurt looked up at Oliver before he could speak, and reluctantly Oliver obeyed what he knew Kurt wanted and kept his mouth shut. The room was silent until Blaine let go and whispered again, neither demon wanting to see the trail of events that would follow Blaine getting any more physical. Kurt didn’t want to see him get hurt. Not any more hurt than he would be when Kurt replied.
“Blaine..” He pursed his lips. “When demons turn humans they become physically attached until the younger one can take care of themselves again–I can’t stay without him. If he leaves school grounds then we’ll both be sick.”

Oliver gravitated closer to the door, simply to not be immediately next to the pair on the bed. He assumed it was smarter, given the looks on their faces. Kurt squeezed Blaine’s hand as if the gesture could translate how sorry he was. “I have to go now.”
Oliver stretched his neck from side to side. “We’re not goin’ off the grid this time, just down the road an hour.” He wasn’t much louder than if he mumbled, clearly not enjoying this encounter. Still, Kurt stood and waited for affirmation that Blaine would let him leave.

Blaine deflated sighing out the last of his breath as Kurt explained why he had to leave.  What was said put him at a loss for any sort of argument he might put up against Kurt having to leave. How was he supposed to ask him to stay if it was going to hurt or make him sick?  He tried to ignore the idea that Oliver must have been close for the whole night judging from the same explanation that left him without any ground to stand on.  That thought was something he could deal with later when Kurt was gone and couldn’t see exactly how deep this entire situation was eating at him the more he learned.

Kurt squeezing his hand caused his grip to instinctively tighten back.  “Yeah,” he nodded staring up at him doing the worst job ever at faking a smile. “Yeah. Okay.  I understand.”  The mechanics.  Blaine understood the mechanics but there was so much he didn’t.  –Couldn’t.- He’d die trying if he was given the chance though.  Don’t think he wouldn’t.
Each finger loosening was it’s own ten ton weight on top of him until his hand was empty and Kurt stood. One peep out of Oliver made him press his lips tight to keep back words that were on the tip of his tongue.  –Why was he still in here?  The hallway would be fine to wait in.  Or was watching this giving him some sadistic kind of thrill?–

He’d already ruined so much.  Why not step back and listen to/admire his handiwork right?  “I’ll see you soon,” he asked in a whisper.  “Just don’t disappear on me. A mile can keep on going if you don’t know when to stop.”  Another fake smile. Another would-be attempt at appearing way more okay than he truly was that failed.
Trusting anything from Oliver?  Not going to happen.  Kurt on the other hand?  As stupid as he might be after becoming willfully blind and deaf to so much?  He was trusting him not to reappear just to tear him apart again.