Chapter 1 - Azazel

The garage is almost empty now, just one or two tools that need to be cleaned and put away before Burt can lock up. Well, there was that car jack that needed to be moved, but he could do that tomorrow, he was already late as it was.

Using a fairly clean cloth, the mechanic wiped the wrench down, making sure that there wasn't any oil on it and put it into its appropriate place.

He sighed.

Done!

He looked at his watch and smiled. He might even make it home in time for dinner. He was sure Carole would…

A car engine started.

He frowned, putting the cloth back on the table.

"Hello?"

There was no answer, but the sound of the running engine continued to reverberate through the garage from the darkness.

Turning on the lights, he could see the fumes escaping the exhaust of the Mercedes he'd had to keep overnight, but there was no one in the drivers seat. In fact, it didn't look like there was anyone in there at all, and he highly doubted that someone would have been able to make it in and out of the vehicle without making some kind of sound.

Maybe it was a faulty cylinder?

As soon as the idea formed, Burt immediately shook it away. That wouldn't explain it. But how…?

The engine coughed, and the fumes changed from its regular misty grey to a thick black smoke that began to puddle beneath it.

That was strange. He'd never seen a car do that before.

He wandered over to the exhaust just as the fumes returned to normal.

"Huh…" Must have been something caught in the pipe.

As he walks away, he doesn't notice the black smoke following him…

Lkin frwrd 2 sat? – K

Yh. Cant w8! – B

Only 2 days away! – K

I no! – B

Wish it wr now – K

Yh, then I wldnt b doing calculus! – B

Lol. Cant help u ther. Soz – K

Its k. C u 2moro – B

Yh. Gnite! Luv u – K

Luv u 2 – B

Blaine smiled as he sent off the last text before putting his phone away, turning to his task.

Calculus.

He sighed as looked over the notes he'd made which had made so much more sense earlier than they did now. Why did nothing ever seem to make sense?

Well, there was one thing that made sense…

He shook his head. No! He can't be distracted! This was in by the next morning, and he wasn't even half way through yet!

Right, so he had to find the derivative of function a to find…

How do you differentiate again?

A quick search through the papers massed on top of his desk soon finds him with the answer, along with a slight increase in understanding.

Now, where was I?

It was an hour later, once his homework was done (thank God), when he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. He smiled as he pulled it out, seeing the incoming caller's name flashing on the screen. He pressed the 'answer' button.

"Hey Kurt! I thought you said…"

"Can I come over?"

Blaine frowned at the urgency underlying his boyfriend's voice. "Um… yeah, sure. My parents are out tonight…"

"Great! I'll be over in twenty."

And with that, the line went dead, a woman's voice telling him "the other person has cleared" or whatever it was. It was worrying. Kurt had never done that before. Not even when it was about Karofsky. Something must be wrong. Terribly wrong.

Sam woke with a gasp, reeling over the vision he'd just had.

He saw a family - man, woman and three teenaged boys – sitting around a table. There was a newspaper on the table that the man was looking through; it must have been a local paper, because he didn't recognise the name. The date read two days from now, and the sun was shining through the windows, though there were many shadows. Midday maybe?

It also seemed that the man was the only one eating the meatloaf. Everyone else was just staring at him.

"So Blaine," he said without looking up from his paper, "how's life in McKinley?"

The boy with the dark curly hair looked at the slightly taller one next to him before looking back. "Um… everything… everything's fine Mr Hummel."

The man – Hummel – nodded. "I'm sure everything's just fine and dandy. Especially with my Kurt there." He gave them a mischievous glance before returning to his meal.

"Excuse me?" Blaine's eyes narrowed.

The boy next to him suddenly put a hand around his, his eyes filling with fear and worry. "Please, Blaine, don't…"

"No." The boy's voice was firm. He wasn't going to back down. "I want to know what you mean."

Hummel grinned. "You know exactly what I mean."

Blaine's face began to redden in anger.

"Burt, honey, please!" The woman said, reaching over to him, "You're not yourself. Why don't you just…"

Burt slapped her across the face. "Shut up woman!"

She began to weep, clutching a hand to her face, a bright red mark forming under her fingers.

"How dare you touch my mom like that!" The boy at the other end of the table cried, knocking his chair over as he stood suddenly.

Burt grinned up at him, "I can touch her however I damn well please! She's my wife, and therefore, my property!" He leant over the table and grabbed a handful of the woman's hair, "Isn't that right sweetheart?"

She whimpered, unable to hold back a cry when he pulled.

"Right, that's it…!"

The man was on the floor in seconds with the boy on top of him, punching the crap out of him.

"Finn! Stop!" Kurt cried, moving to pull him away, only to get held back by Blaine, "Please! It's… he's still in there! You have to stop!"

"Yeah Finn," Burt reached out and took each side of the boy's head in his hands, "stop!"

He twisted Finn's head in a way that Sam knew far too well, shortly followed by a sickening snap.

As Finn's body fell to the floor, Kurt let out a scream.

The woman promptly fainted.

"D… dad… wh… what did…"

Burt stood and looked at them, the grin still on his face. "You know, I've been dying to kill him. Ever since I first met him, I knew he'd be trouble." He blinked.

The two boys gasped and stepped back, eyes opened wide in shock.

His eyes were yellow.

The demon took this as an invitation.

"Now… where was I?"

That was when it had ended, but Sam knew what would happen next.

"Sammy?"

He saw his brother standing over him, the usual look of worry on his face, and he tried to get his breathing under control before saying anything.

"Dean. I just…" He scrubbed a hand over his face, sliding his fingers through his hair. "We need to go."

When Kurt had arrived at his door the previous night, bag slung over his shoulder, clothes all messed up, hair all out of place, he knew something was wrong, but no matter how hard he tried, Blaine just couldn't get him to tell him what the matter was.

Now they were both at school, it looked as though nothing had happened.

Kurt was his usual cheerful self, striding confidently through the corridors.

Blaine didn't know what he was like in his lessons, but he was pretty sure it would have been the same story. In fact, it was more than likely that Kurt was trying to forget whatever it was that had scared him, and he wasn't going to take that away from him.

It wouldn't be fair. Especially after what had happened before…

The last bell had rung almost fifteen minutes before, and Glee club had been cancelled due to a bug that had been going around, and at least five members had it and another three couldn't come due to football, meaning there would only be five members.

Leaning against his car to wait for Kurt seemed like a good idea at the time, but now…

Blaine sighed and pushed himself off of the door, rubbing his shoulder from leaning against the metal for too long.

What could possibly be taking him so long?

As he walked through the school, passing the music room, he realised he had no idea where his boyfriend could be.

He checked the bathroom with no luck, and then the lockers and music room with similar results, though when he asked Rachael (trust her to be practicing), she said she'd seen him heading towards Pillsbury's office.

Frowning, he left the room and headed towards the guidance councillor's room.

Why would he talk to her? Couldn't he talk to me instead?

As luck would have it, Kurt was just leaving when he arrived, but his eyes were red and there were still tears running down his face from when he'd been crying.

"Kurt…"

The senior looked up at him in shock. "B… Blaine! What are you…?"

"I said I would wait for you. Remember?"

"Sorry I…" Kurt smirked slightly before looking down at his feet. "I must look horrible." He wiped a hand over his cheeks, trying to rub the tears away.

Blaine stepped forwards and took Kurt's hands in his.

"You could never horrible."

The taller boy looked up at him and smiled. "You always know the right thing to say."

Blain grinned. "I said I'd wait for you, and I'll always be here for you; whenever, and for as long as you need me." He began to walk backwards, dragging his boyfriend with him. "Come on, I'll take you back to my place."

Then maybe you'll tell me what's wrong…

"Tell me again where we're going." Dean said, looking over to his brother from his driving seat.

"For the…!" Sam sighed, refusing to give in to the taunts. "Lima. Lima, Ohio."

The driver nodded, "Uh huh, and uh… Why are we going there again?"

The younger hunter let his head fall into his hand. "Because I had a vision."

"Mm…"

Oh here we go…

"You know Sammy, as helpful as these uh… 'visions' are, you do realise that you're actually getting them because of the demon blood that's running through your system, right?"

"Dean…"

"And you do realise that, for whatever reason, your dreams always seem to be connected to one of your 'special' buddies that are, you know, kinda dangerous."

Maybe I should've just told him it was Azazel, then we would have left yesterday!

"Dean…"

"Its not that any of them have tried to kill me or anything but…"

"Dean would you just shut up for… a minute or something?"

The eldest of the pair looked over at him but said nothing, returning his eyes to the road that was being lit by the impala's lights.

Damn it! Why does he always have to be like this?

"Look, I'm sorry for being what I am," he shifted in his seat slightly, "but do you honestly want an entire family to die because you think I'm… dangerous?"

"That's not what I said…"

"But it's what you were thinking."

Once again, Dean was forced into silence.

Yeah, I thought so.

"How long will it be before we get there?"

The shorter man sighed and looked at the clock on the dashboard. "At least five hours."

Sam nodded and started making himself comfortable.

It was a long journey, as it always was; why not take advantage of that?

It had been a long night.

It had taken longer than Blaine had thought to get Kurt to open up to him, and at that point the waterworks had opened.

He hated it when Kurt cried, and it was even worse knowing he was at least partially the cause. It was like his stomach has been wrung out and squashed by some unseen hands.

As he'd held him, Kurt had told him about how his dad had been acting… differently.

In the time that he'd been home, Burt had not only insulted Carole, he had threatened Kurt's life, torn pieces of his room apart and thrown almost every piece of crockery they had at the wall. Luckily Kurt had been able to save his mother's tea set before it too was sent flying through the air, but he had no idea whether it was still intact.

How could he do such a thing?

Even now, over a day after it had happened, it was hard to comprehend that the kind-hearted man could even consider doing something like that. It was as though it wasn't even him any more! And what was worse was the fact that he still expected Blaine to be coming over that day.

Well, Kurt had been going on about it all week, so it was no wonder he was going to have to come; as much as he, or any of the others, didn't want to be there.

Knowing it was going to be a terrible evening, they had both gone out to the park for the day and were currently sitting on a bench admiring the view as the sun began to descend from its peek.

It was a comfortable silence, but it the inevitable was slowly creeping up on them. It was only a matter of time before someone said something.

"You know," Kurt sighed, looking down at the ground, "it's uh…"

Oh God, here it comes.

"We should… It's uh…" He left it dangling there, but they both knew what it meant.

"Yeah."

Blaine took his boyfriend's soft hand in his own and smiled.

Better sooner than later, right?

"Lets go."

"Now… where was I?"

Blaine acted fast, picking up the knife that had been used for the meatloaf and pointed it at the possessed man, the newfound weapon visibly shaking in his hands.

"S… stay back!"

Azazel laughed. "Aw! Has little kitty found his claws?"

Kurt was holding onto the boy's arm from behind, trying to lead him towards the door.

The demon noticed.

"Oh no you don't." Burt walked steadily around the table and blocked their exit, Blaine still too afraid to do anything more than breathe, just turns to face him, Kurt now stood rigidly between them.

Azazel took a deep breath through his nose, his eyes closing slightly as though it were some form of relaxant, its grin faltering slightly. "It would appear that I've found one of my Special children!" It shook his head, "And I thought I'd kept track of all of them."

The man took a step towards them; they took a step back.

"Do we have to do the song and dance?" He grabbed Kurt and pulled him to face Blaine, holding his hand out to him while the other held the boy's head firmly in his grasp. "The knife. Or he dies…"

"Sammy! Dude, wake up!"

Sammy blinked, the world coming back into his hazy vision. Squinting in the sudden light, he turned to face his brother.

"Was it… did you…?" Dean looked worried, scared almost. It was unnerving.

"Yeah…" he nodded. It was soon. Within the next two hours at least considering the position of the sun, and they had yet to find the address. "It's… another one like me."

Almost told him it was Azazel! That wouldn't have been good…

"What did I tell you?" Dean said, raising his hands in a dramatic gesture before resting them on top of the steering wheel, shaking his head.

Neither of them spoke for a moment until Dean sighed.

"How long have we got?"

Sam shrugged, "One hour? Two at best."

"Well then," the driver opened his door, "lets save these sons of bitches."

When they'd arrived at Kurt's house, the two boys had been lucky to find that Burt was asleep on the sofa, so they were able to sneak up to his room with relative ease, passing Carole in the hallway who told them it was meatloaf for lunch, which would be ready in half an hour.

Half an hour of peace before the storm that Mr Hummel was sure to brew.

Those thirty minutes mostly consisted of unpacking, changing (for Kurt) and making sure that his mother's tea set was still intact (which, thankfully, it was).

By the time all of that was finished, Burt had woken up.

"Boys!" He shouted, "Get your asses down here!"

It was a nice enough remark, but the way he said it… it sounded a lot more aggressive than Blaine could remember; like he'd tear their heads off if they did anything against him. It sent a chill down his spine.

Looking at his boyfriend, he gave a small smile to try and comfort the clearly terrified boy.

It didn't do much, but it did help him to his feet and though the door. It was only through physical contact that he was able to make it to the kitchen without collapsing, but by then it looked like all the colour had drained from his face.

In a way Blaine wished he had.

Sitting at that table was probably one of the worst things he'd ever had to do.

The tension was almost tangible. It was practically dripping off of everyone except the only person eating at the table; Burt.

The silence went on for almost five minutes, just watching him devour his meal in the most animalistic way possible, before anyone spoke, and when they did, it only seemed to make matters worse.

"So Blaine," Burt said without looking up from the paper he'd brought with him, "how's life in McKinley?"

Blaine looked at Kurt.

He wants to talk to me?

"Um… everything… everything's fine Mr Hummel."

The man nodded. "I'm sure everything's just fine and dandy. Especially with my Kurt there." He gave them a mischievous glance before returning to his meal.

"Excuse me?" Blaine's eyes narrowed.

Before anyone could say anything more the doorbell rang, forcing silence on the room once more.

Quickly stuffing the shotgun inside his jacket, Dean stepped back from the door, taking his place next to his brother who had hidden his own gun down the back of his pants. He felt nervous and unprepared without the usual aliases to go by (at Sam's insistence), but at least they'd found the place without too much bother.

Sam, on the other hand, was terrified.

What if they weren't ready? Would they ever be ready for something like this? It was Azazel after all.

It puzzled him as to why his older brother could be so calm before he remembered that he hadn't told him who they were going to be facing at any moment.

The door swung open.

Sam let out an unintentional sigh of relief when he saw who it was behind the door.

Finn frowned at them. "Uh, can I help you?" he asked, keeping the door only open enough to see who it was.

Dean coughed. "Hi. I'm Dean and this is my brother Sam… Winchester. Burt's expecting us."

The jock examined them for a moment before turning back into the house.

"Burt! Do you know anything about two Winchesters coming to visit?"

There was silence for a moment.

"Yeah, Send them in!"

Well, no turning back now.

Finn led them both through the house to a room that looked so familiar; the kitchen.

It was exactly how he remembered it; the newspaper, the meatloaf, the boys… the demon.

From the way Blaine was half way between sitting still and screaming at the world, Sam could tell that they arrived not a moment too soon, but the one thing that he was far from relieved about was the possessed man who was now staring at them, grinning like a hyena.

"Hello boys." He said, his head turning on its side slightly. "I thought you'd come, but not so soon." The man that was once Burt pushed himself away from the table and stood. "Well that's life then, isn't it. It never goes the way you plan. Especially yours." He blinked and his eyes turned yellow.

Oh… Crap…

Everyone who was still seated jumped to their feet, moving as far away from him as they could.

Kurt shifted closer to Blaine. "D… dad?"

"Oh shut up kid!" Azazel cried, turning to face his 'son', "Do you really think I'm your 'daddy'?"

Kurt clung to his… boyfriend's?… arm. "Where is he? What have you done to him?"

The impostor chuckled and tapped his head; "He's in here, safe and sound. Which isn't what I can say for you."

What…?

Before Sam could even blink, the man had grabbed one of the kitchen knives… and Blaine.

He could feel the cold metal resting on his unprotected throat and he raised his head to try to get away from it as much as he could, but the… creature had him right up against him.

"Blaine!" Kurt cried, but he seemed to hit an invisible wall, "What… What are you! You… you monster!"

The 'monster's' chest move as he sniggered, "Yes Kurt that's exactly what I am. A monster. A demon to be precise." He sniggered again and Blaine felt his hot breath on his ear. "Well isn't this a surprise," he whispered, "It would appear that I've found one of my Special children!" It shook his head, "And I thought I'd kept track of all of them."

Special children? What was that supposed to mean?

Burt took a deep breath through his nose. "Hm. But your power hasn't surfaced yet."

Power?

"I guess I'll just have to fix that then." He dropped the knife from my neck and dropped it to the floor before making me turn to face him. "Say 'ah'." He smiled before smoke began billowing out of his mouth. It was a deep black, yet thick, almost like dust, but…

What the…

Blaine felt his mouth drop open in shock.

"No!" the smaller man called out, but it was too late.

He could feel it going down his throat, pushing its way into his very being. It felt like a thousand fires had suddenly been lit inside of him and he gasped, closing his eyes as the last of it entered.

What is this?

Suddenly, an inferno exploded in his skull, causing him to collapse to his knees next to the limp form of Burt, holding his head in his hands.

Blaine was vaguely aware of voices, but he couldn't decipher the words; there was just too much pain.

Then, as rapidly as it had begun, it stopped.

It was almost as if a door had been opened, but to what he didn't know.

Hello.

"Kurt, don't…!" Sam exclaimed as the boy ran to his friend, the barrier no longer strong enough to hold them.

"Blaine?" Kurt whispered, his voice cracking slightly, "Don't go. I can't lose you!"

The look on Blaine's face showed that he was still fighting.

But how was that even possible?

The suffering boy slowly reached out and held his hand and opened his eyes; his deep, brown eyes.

"I… I said I'd… stay didn't… didn't I?" he asked him, giving him a small smile even though it was obvious he was in pain, "As long as… you need me… remem… remember?"

His face contorted and he let out an agonising cry, doubling over, taking deeper breaths.

Kurt paniced.

"Blaine? Blaine, look at me!" He pulled Blaine's face up towards him, tears forming in his eyes. "Don't you stop fighting it! Do you hear me? You don't give up on me!"

Blaine tried to respond, but his words ended up getting caught in his throat. "I can… feel it. It's trying to…" He cried out again, squeezing his eyes shut.

How was this even possible?

When he opened his eyes again, Sam's heart sank.

"Your… your eyes!" Kurt gasped.

They were turning yellow.

Before he knew it, the hands were gone and Blaine was staring down the barrel of a gun.

"You stay the hell away from him you son of a bitch."

The smaller of the two strangers was staring coldly down at him, the shotgun held confidently in his hands. He'd obviously handled one before.

Why the hell does he have a shotgun?

Suddenly, his sight went hazy as he felt a foreign hatred bubble up inside him, images of memories he could not recall surfacing in his mind, all of them with one thing in common; the Winchesters. Blaine now knew what they were, who they were… what they did. They were Hunters, hunting dark, nameless creatures to keep the innocent protected… and they protected each other.

There was no hope for him.

I wouldn't be too sure of that.

"Do it." he grunted, ignoring the voice in his head. "Before it… takes me!" he took in a shallow breath. It was there now, slowly suffocating him until he gave in. "I don't… want to live with… it inside me."

Oh don't be so melodramatic! Just let me in and it'll be over quicker than you can say apocalypse!

Blaine was vaguely aware of Kurt's shouts, but it took everything he had to focus on the man in front of him, whose face had morphed into a curious frown. He put his hand in his pocket and threw something at the kneeling boy. It looked like salt from what had fallen on the floor.

The demon screamed.

Damn I hate that stuff!

It tried to push deeper into his mind but Blaine kept pushing it back and he could feel it loosing ground. He looked up at Dean (that was his name) again who blinked in surprise. "How… Sammy," he turned to his brother who was holding everyone back, not taking his eyes off him until the last second, "draw the circle."

"But…"

"He's a fighter! Do it!" he shouted.

The next few minutes were the slowest of Blaine's life.

Burt had been moved, as had the kitchen table, and the sixteen year old was now surrounded by a circle drawn onto the floor with a marker pen, strange symbols at different points.

Blaine could feel his body beginning to shiver. His mind may have been strong enough to hold it at bay, but his body was losing its battle.

He felt a hand on his shoulder. "We can get it out, but you need to let it take control." Sam explained, sympathy oozing from his words. Had he experienced this before? A flurry of images passed through my mind, confirming my suspicions. "Just… let me get out of the circle first, okay?"

Oh please…

Blaine let his eyes drift over to him and nodded.

Lets get this over with.

Once the tall man had gone safely outside of the border, he let his walls come crashing down.

It was as if he'd removed a dam, the fiery creature filling every crevice, stuffing him away in some far corner, and yet he was still aware of what his body was doing, unable to do anything about it.

He felt so powerless.

Azazel took a satisfied breath and grinned, standing up. When he stood, he opened his eyes, everyone stepping back in fear, but that only made him laugh.

"Aw, is that any way to treat a friend?" he said, "I feel so unloved."

"You're not Blaine!" Kurt exclaimed, "You could never be him!"

The demon smirked and tried to take a step forwards.

And then the world exploded.

"Ah! What…" He noticed the circle. "Oh you Winchesters. You never make it easy do you."

"Did you really think we wouldn't know how to trap you?" Dean asked, smiling at him in victory.

"You could never trap me Dean. I have a job to do. Something involving your Sammy there."

Dean gritted his teeth together and began to stride towards us but Sam stopped him just in time.

"Oh yes Dean, you go do as you're told like a good boy." Azazel said, putting his hands in his pockets.

Dean failed to reply, causing him to laugh. "You know, I don't think I want to leave this body." He turned around. "He looks cute, don't you think?" He moved his hand up his arm and squeezed. "Oh! And muscles too! Sexy."

Stop touching me up you bastard!

He laughed, "And a sense of humour too!" He sighed, but alas, I can't. Especially since you two seem so intent on getting rid of me."

Though I would love to know how I could possibly have forgotten you, or how you held me off so well. No one does that. And I never forget things.

Burt groaned. "Looks like my old meat sack's coming around."

"Sam." Dean said, the anger clearly showing on his face, "Do it. Now."

Sammy began to recite the exorcism incantation, and he could feel his grasp on the body slipping.

Ah well. All good things come to an end, right?

Suddenly, the fires were being quenched and Blaine could feel the demon slip and his gag reflexes trying to make him heave.

He fell to his hands and knees once more as the smoke escaped his body. It surrounded him like some kind of shroud and it slowly seeped into the ground leaving behind a red glow.

Hello?

No reply.

It was gone! It was just Blaine with no parasites latching on. He smiled.

"B… Blaine?" He looked up at Kurt who was stood just outside of the circle, "Is it… is it you?"

Oh Kurt…

Blaine stood up and looked at the circle, stepping across the threshold without anything holding him back.

Kurt smiled and hugged his boyfriend tight against him. "I'm never letting you go again!" he exclaimed as Blaine twisted his arms around him.

"It's alright. It's over now."

Thank God.

Soon, they could feel Finn's arms around them, followed by Carole's and Burt's. It was as if he were part of their family.

That was when he heard the door close.

As quickly as he could, he broke out of the, admittedly cosy group hug and ran out the door just in time to see Dean close the boot to the impala parked in the drive. When he noticed Blaine, he gave me an embarrassed smile.

"Was kind of hoping you wouldn't notice until we'd gone," he said as Sam got out of the car.

Blaine smiled. "I just wanted to say; thank you."

"Well we…"

"I don't just mean for me and Burt." he let his eyes drift slightly. "When it was inside me, it… showed me things. Most of it I don't want to remember, but there are parts where I do." I looked up at them. "When you're in them, saving some innocent person, or each other, or the world! What you go through every day… thank you, for doing what you do."

They smiled at him.

"You're alright kid, you know that?" Dean said, holding out his hand. Blaine took it and they shook briefly before Sam gave him a piece of paper.

"It's uh…" the tall man rubbed his arm nervously, "You know he said you were one of his 'special children'?"

Blaine nodded. He'd been wondering about that…

"Well, I'm one too, and uh…" he gave the teenager a small smile, "If anything… strange… as in, today strange, starts happening to you, give me a call. I'll try to help you through it as best as I can."

Pocketing the number, Blaine smiled at him. "I will."

Shortly after, the two Winchesters got into their car. "I hope I never see you again!… Whatever your name is!" he shouted with a smile on his face.

"You too! And it's Blaine! Blaine Anderson!" he replied and watched them drive down the road.

Once they'd turned the corner he went back to the house where Kurt was waiting for him.

"So…" he said, taking Blaine's hand, "how're you feeling?"

"Good." He frowned, "Uh… good."

"What?"

The junior looked at him. "I feel… a little different…"

Kurt mirrored his expression. "A little different?"

Before Blaine could reply, Burt came into the hallway. "You know, we could use a little help with the cleaning boys, if it's not too much to ask…"

Smiling, the curly haired boy turned to his boyfriend, "I'll tell you later."

AN - That has to be the longest chapter I have ever written!

For those of you who follow my stories, yes I know this is almost an exact copy of my 'When You Need Me' one shot, but I didn't want to make it any longer and the ideas I had didn't quite fit in with what had happened. Plus I didn't really like the was it panned out (I'm not very good at writing in the first person).

And so, this first chapter of 'Hidden From View' was born! And there will be more chapters! Though due to what's going on at the moment, I don't know when that will be...

Anyway, I hope you liked it, and I'm looking forward to writing more!

Critical reviews are as welcome as others (would love to hear how I can improve).