this can’t be real.
Honestly, when he arrived, Kurt was expecting more yelling. He should know Blaine better than anyone but not only did he not anymore, but in a way that’s what he chose. Blaine waited for him against everything everyone else thought and still isn’t mad. It was ridiculous devotion, but if anyone was going to give that to someone it would be Blaine. Whether he should have seen it coming or not, Kurt didn’t expect it to last this long.
He could practically hear Oliver in his mind reminding him to behave like a normal person and get to the point.
Kurt took Blaine’s hand again and held it tight. He opened his eyes and locked them onto Blaine’s, color changed and iris’ glowing. “I’m a demon.” He said with a sad smile. “And so is he and a surprising amount of other people, and it’s the reason I was gone.” If there was any good reason for disappearing, it was this one. That much he knew, but how Blaine will react is up in the air still. Kurt could feel a mess of emotions around him, hard to pinpoint but none good. Absently, he wondered if Blaine would let them all out now or if he’d try to deny it and those feelings a little longer. He also noted that Oliver will wish he was here when -if- he hears about it.
‘Never miss the chance to grab a snack, ok, emotional breakdowns are great for us. If you don’t know the guy or gal.’
All he wanted was to understand what he did that was so wrong that Kurt felt like he couldn’t come to him. Their relationship was so much more than what they were reduced to with Kurt just–walking away–without so much as a word. Or even a goodbye that would leave more questions than he’d probably get answers for but at least the pain could have been targeted at a source. Rather than the unknown and in that unknown the fear that something horrible happened to the person he loved the absolute most out of anyone in his life.
Sometimes being left in the dark with all it’s confusion and agonizing questions–why?–what if?–how?–was much better than having the answers. Blaine didn’t realize that until it was too late. Too eager to find out why. Too invested in something that maybe only –he– was invested in to let things go without knowing.
The answer he was about to receive as he squeezed Kurt’s hand wasn’t anything that he’d imagine to be real much less happening to them. His rationale screamed for what he saw to be only a trick of the light combined with a tired brain and a frustrated fog he had yet to walk out of for months. It wasn’t. His eyes widened, face going pale as he stared from Kurt’s eyes to their hands and back. An open mouth stuttered and nothing came out. Fairy tales, nightmares and legends. All of it. Not REAL. Never REAL. His body reacted before his mind wrapped around the news completely to process it right. Like that was going to happen soon. Scrambling off the bed, his fingers snapped into his palm as they left Kurt’s. Blaine began to lose his composure, his patience and any sense of pleading understanding as he lifted trembling hands and rubbed his face.
“Please tell me this is is a lie you’re making up to freak me out instead of hurting me because you think that might be better. It’s working on the freaking out part but if you left for–just–you didn’t and wouldn’t,” there was something in his voice that said he didn’t even believe what he was asking Kurt to do but had to try. –Please lie to me if it isn’t either.–

