#demon!kurt

Alice wasn’t scared because demons don’t get scared. She was just worried. Her tiny black wings fluttered against her back as she walked down the busy sidewalk. The men who had grabbed her must not have realized what she was. To most people she just looked like a sweet little girl with bouncy curls. She didn’t see the bat-like wings, tiny horns, or sharp red eyes of her people. We have to stay hidden love. People wouldn’t like us if they knew. Just the thought of her daddy’s voice made her chest ache with sorrow. She didn’t like how she had to hide but she understood. The men who grabbed her arm and forced her into the van sure did look scared when she revealed her true self. They just threw her out. And now she was lost. Alice sniffed a little and wiped her nose on her sleeve, frowning at the tear and spots of blood from when she fell. The cuts had healed in just moments but it still stung a little. “Excuse me? Sweetie?” A kind voice made her freeze. “Are you here with someone?” The faint blue light surrounding him made her smile. A blue aura meant kind and helpful. The other men practically screamed red. The man in front of her had a gentle smile in place and his bright jacket looked like something her daddy would like. “I don’t know where my daddy is,” she said simply. “Oh?” The man frowned, looking at her a little too long. It was almost like he could see through her human disguise. “When did you last see him?” “We were going to get ice cream and I stepped away,” tears flooded her eyes. “But…but these mean men grabbed me and pulled me into a van.” Alarm flashed in the man’s eyes and he looked at her more intently. “Are you okay? Let me…let me take you someplace safe!” She shook her head, knowing that her daddy would be so disappointed in her if she went. “My name is Blaine,” the man kneeled down in front of her. “And I’m not going to hurt you. I’m one of the good guys.” “My name is Alice Hummel. My daddy is Kurt Hummel,” she said brightly and Blaine smiled. “Well Alice, it’s freezing out here and I live in this building right here. How about we go up and I get you some hot chocolate while we call your daddy,” Blaine winced. “I promise I’m here to help you.” Alice studied him for another few long moments before reaching a hand up and taking Blaine’s. They walked up the stairs of the building and he let her into a small apartment. The moment they stepped inside Blaine grabbed his cell phone from the kitchen counter. “Do you know your daddy’s number?” Blaine turned around with a smile but in a second was slammed up against the wall. Alice knew what her daddy looked like when he was angry but this was terrifying. His wings were spread wide, his horns glinting in the light, his eyes blazing red, and his fangs fully extended. Blaine gasped in fear and cowered against the wall. “Stop!” He gasped out, struggling to get his hands loose from the demon’s grip. “Please! Just…let the girl go!” Her daddy paused and leaned back a little before turning to her. “Are you alright Alice?” “Dont hurt him daddy! He’s nice!” She called out. “Oh! You’re her…I swear, I was just trying to make sure that she was safe,” Blaine stuttered. “She looked lost and scared!” “I wasn’t scared,” Alice pouted. Kurt let the human go and took a step back. “You wanted to help her?” “I swear,” Blaine crossed his heart with his index finger. “We were just about to call you when you swooped in. I…God, I thought she was a demon but I wasn’t sure. Sometimes I can just tell easier than other people…I’m rambling. Sorry.” “Most people would have thrown her out once they figured it out,” Kurt glanced at his daughter and held out a hand, grinning when she ran into his arms. “She’s just a sweet little girl,” Blaine mumbled. “Someone tried to hurt her and I wanted to make sure she was okay.” Kurt picked Alice up and held her tightly, the demon features slipping away as the human disguise returned. Blaine looked even more relaxed and rubbed a little at his arm. “I’m sorry for freaking you out,” he whispered and Kurt sighed, running his fingers through her hair. “I promise I didn’t touch her and I would never hurt her.” “It’s just us. People don’t like our kind and they usually get a little…upset when they find out,” Kurt kept his gaze on Blaine and Alice shivered a little. She knew that demons weren’t liked and had heard of a few of them being hurt. “I panicked.” “He’s nice,” Alice mumbled against her father’s arm. “I like him.” “I don’t care about demons or humans or whatever,” Blaine held up his hands. “I just wanted to make sure she was okay.” Alice could feel the tension leak out her father and saw a warm smile spread across her father’s face. “I don’t know how I can ever thank you.” “It’s nothing,” a flush spread across Blaine’s neck and cheeks. “It’s not nothing. It’s about my daughter,” Kurt pressed a kiss to Alice’s hair. “Well, I was going to make some hot chocolate. Can I offer you any?” Blaine nodded to the kitchen. “That would be just wonderful.”

Pam looked beautiful. Andrew always thought his wife looked beautiful. Her long, elegant red gown fit her perfectly despite her muttering about extra weight while she put it on. While she was getting ready she complained about her weight, the lines around her eyes, and the slight greys that ran through her hair. Andrew still saw her as the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her eyes were bright as she looked around the stunning party, delicately holding her glass of wine. It was the first time she had ever been to a company party and he knew how overwhelming it was. The company had been around for centuries, run by the same demons who started it. They were wealthier than Andrew could ever imagine and it clearly showed. “Look at that,” Pam whispered, tugging on his suit sleeve. “It has to be an original!” The painting really was amazing. It stood at least ten feet high and showed an intricate scene of two people, demons judging by their eyes, holding each other in a tender embrace. Demons weren’t as terrifying as the media made them out to be. They were only considered soulless because they were cold. If he had lived for centuries he would have been hardened towards the world too. Plus, there was the general knowledge that you had to sell your soul to become a demon. They had been servants for a millennia before the revolution. Now they were as free as any man but still held on to their inhuman qualities. “That’s my boss,” Andrew nudged his wife and nodded towards the center of the party. Kurt Hummel didn’t look a day over twenty five. He was dressed neatly in a perfectly fitted suit and his hair was swept up like always. The demon carried a aura of confidence that came from centuries of being in charge. Just as they were walking up to greet him someone stepped out from behind Kurt and they both froze. When they had last seen Blaine he was wearing a thick sweatshirt and his glasses, waving goodbye as he started the drive to Sam’s house. Clearly he was not spending the night with his friend. He was dressed in an incredibly beautiful suit and looked more grown up than they had ever seen him. The soft smile on his face faded and was replaced by a look of horror as they approached. “Mom, dad,” he squeaked out. “I thought…I thought you were just going to stay in tonight.” “We changed our mind,” Andrew said as Kurt turned towards them. “Mr. Anderson,” Kurt smiled widely but glanced between all of them. “What a pleasant surprise. This must be your lovely wife.” He extended a hand and kissed Pam’s hand, smiling. There was another awkward silence as Blaine tried to avoid his parent’s intense gaze. “We thought you were going to be spending time with your friend,” Pam finally spoke up. “Yeah…no,” Blaine rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m here with…with Kurt.” Andrew felt his chest go tight. He could still remember the time Kurt got angry enough at a customer that his eyes flashed black and his fist went through a solid oak table. No way his little boy was dating a centuries old demon. “No,” he said quickly. “Ah, you haven’t told them,” Kurt smiled crookedly. “How long has this been going on?” Pam asked, eyes wide and panicked. “Um…a few months,” Blaine’s cheeks burned red. “He’s in high school!” Andrew hissed, for a moment forgetting that he was talking to his boss. “I’m eighteen!” Blaine argued back. “It’s my decision.” Pam pressed a hand to her forehead. “We should go home.” “We’re in love,” Blaine said quickly and Kurt’s expression softened. “I know it’s hard to understand and I know it’s not…usual but it’s true. Kurt cares about me and I care about him.” “Blaine, you don’t understand,” his father started and Blaine’s hand flew up. “I am completely aware of who and what he is,” Blaine’s voice was sharp and harsh. “And I don’t care. He cares for me and he is good to me. My parents should be able to look past everything else and see that I’m happy.” There was a long pause before Pam let out a long sigh. “We’re just worried about you because we love you,” she said softly. “And the fact that you lied to us already about where you were going tonight. It’s…disconcerting.” Kurt had been silent the entire time but finally spoke up. “I understand where you are coming from, I wanted him to tell you both from the beginning. However, I have been alive for many, many, many years. In those years I have never met someone who I have cared about, who I have loved, as much as Blaine.” Their son’s eyes softened and a small smile spread across his face. Pam had never seen Blaine look like that and it made something tighten in her chest. “I can see that,” she said softly and Andrew’s head snapped to her. “What?!” “Just know,” her voice dropped and Kurt’s smile faded. “That if you hurt my son I will hurt you ten times as bad. I don’t care if you are centuries years old or how powerful you are. I will do it.” “Yes ma’am,” he said quickly. “I would never dream of hurting him.” “That’s all I needed to know,” she nodded and finally felt her husband relax next to her. “So, I certainly hope that you have not let my baby boy partake in any alcohol.” “Mom!” “Of course not,” Kurt grinned widely. “We demons protect what’s ours."