Title: Daybreak (1/?)
Author: foreternityblue
Pairing: Blaine/Kurt
Rating: R (for later chapters)
Chapter Word Count: 3, 100
Summary:
The Enclave: a place made specifically for demons to live and thrive in without the fear of being killed by humans, or actually killing humans, established by the "king" of demons himself. It sounds like an absolute haven for demons of all kinds-but something just doesn't feel right within the over sized walls of the city to a certain Kurt Hummel, who never did fit in with humans or "normal" demons to begin with, and he's sure he won't get used to living there. That is, until mysterious demon who lives on the edge and is more than a little interesting falls into his life, and Kurt finds himself tangled up trying to unravel what's going on, not only in the demon city, but in his own head. Demon!Klaine AU

Author's Note: I seriously promised myself that I wouldn't start another story until summer break started for me (June 3rd), but... okay, obviously, that didn't work out since I started writing this on Monday, purely because I wanted to. And because this plot wouldn't leave me alone. And also because I needed to get away from my life. Hence why you guys now have... well... this. Whatever it is... anyways, yeah, I'm rambling.

Oh, wait. Okay, I highly doubt that I'll be able to get out a chapter per day for this story like I usually do, for several reasons. One of them being that I am still in school and tests are being thrown on me left and right despite it being the last weeks of school, and also because I don't want to stress my lovely beta out. Plus, I'll be working on Blaine's POV for "Just Listen" at the same time over the summer, so... yeah. Here we go.

A feral, inhumane scream in the distance echoed harshly—no, eerily—in the dark silence of the night, which was then followed by shouts and screams, hollers and hoots far, far away within the realms of the Enclave. The pale, too-beautiful, teenager sitting on the ledge next to the open window in his room stood the loud, intruding noises for a few moments. Finally he set his book down beside him, stood up, grabbed the ledge of the pushed up window and slammed it down with so much more force than absolutely necessary.

His ethereally bright blue eyes watched as a small crack slithered its way up the window, a crack so small that the human eye couldn't see it, most likely. A small noise of derision filled the now silent air, and the teenage-looking boy turned away from the view of the city, as well as the wall surrounding it. Instead he opted to look around at his mostly empty room, filled with only a bed, a bedside table, and a small bookcase stacked with a few too many books.

He really, really had to decorate.

No, Kurt Hummel wasn't happy. Why would he be happy? He had just been moved, once again, from the small town that he and his small family of three other people—his father being the only one biologically related to him—were somewhat safe in, to some place made specifically for those of their kind. Sure, it wasn't like they had been one-hundred percent safe back in that small town, but it wasn't like anyone had proved to be a direct danger to them… well, at the same time, it wasn't like his family was fully human. Or human at all.

The "Hudmels", as they were dubbed for the sake of not saying the last names of Burt and Kurt Hummel and Carole and Finn Hudson, were not a family of humans. Not even close to human, actually. They were one of the numerous families in the world who were, in fact, demons.

Yes, demons; as in "creatures of the night". Those supposedly terrifying things that had no souls or emotion and thrived on the souls of humans. Those things that roamed the earth, shrouded in darkness, simply to kill and for no other reason. Not because they had nowhere else to go, not because they needed to find a place to shelter themselves. Of fucking course not.

Not that any of those things were true, in most cases. They were all stupid myths made up by humans, Kurt knew that well. Demons weren't even hideous—quite the opposite, in all actuality. When in their controlled states, demons were unearthly beauty—not that humans really even noticed since they were always so busy hating demons and shunning them. Nor were these demon shrouded in darkness. Ever. Demons may prefer the dark, but it wasn't even like they couldn't stand the sun—most of them could handle it. Demons could resemble humans almost exactly, and they lived among those humans, those beings of limited life spans, almost undetected. One could say that Kurt almost felt sorry for those other beings that walked the earth, breathing air with metaphorical timestamps on their foreheads, counting the minutes they had left to live—but after the thousands of years he had been alive, he was indifferent to humans, especially after what they did to his mother…

"Kurt, is everything okay up there?" He heard his father call from down the stairs and the brunet sighed, running his fingers through his normally meticulously styled hair that was unusually flat, his bangs lying against his forehead. "You should probably come down here. Carole and I want to talk to you and Finn 'bout something."

The young demon didn't move for a few moments until he sighed again, shaking his head and giving his new (already broken) window one last glance before walking out of his room. "Coming, dad," he called out as he started down the flight of stairs, holding onto the banister gently. He headed straight towards his family's new kitchen eyeing the three of them sitting around the table, taking in their expressions.

Burt looked absolutely serious in the dim light of the kitchen, while Carole appeared worried, and caring. Finn, on the other hand, seemed paler than usual, and even a little twitchy, his hands fidgeting and his shoulders stiff, looking nothing like how he normally did: relaxed and almost lazy.

It looked like they were a normal family.

The thought almost made Kurt laugh.

Contrary wise, Kurt could see where some humans got the idea that demons were savage, ugly things, intent on killing humans, animals, even fellow demons. Anything that got in their path, really. It was all a matter of what their true form was underneath it all. Even the most beautiful demons could be truly ugly on the inside when their triggers were put into affect.

The true form of a demon was what they housed inside of them—what they truly were when unmasked and stripped of their shell. When in one's true form, a demon is at his or her most powerful—but also at their most vulnerable. That mere fact had been pounded into Kurt's head ever since the first time that he saw another demon transform right before his eyes. It had been a gruesome sight, but it piqued his interest nonetheless.

In addition, every demon had a trigger that activated their very first transformation. Once discovered, that demon could transform whenever they desired. Some think that is a blessing; others think that it's an absolute curse, especially when the person cannot remain in control when a transformation takes place. Kurt's standing on this subject? He was indifferent.

Why?

He hadn't discovered his own trigger, even after years of being alive and thriving. He was what most considered a "controlled" demon, since nothing ever caused him to transform as far as anybody was concerned. "Controlled" demons were ridiculously rare—he was one of the maybe five that lived in the entire world, actually, so he was a rare specimen in all meanings of the words. He did have a trigger, of course—all demons did—it was a matter of what that trigger was that changed basically everything for him. Finn had discovered his trigger several years ago: absolute jealousy.

"Take a seat, Kurt," Burt advised him, gesturing to the chair next to Finn.

Kurt nodded, walking over to the table and pulling out the chair before sitting down in it carefully. He crossed his hands in his lap and stared over at his parents. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Finn was staring at the table with wide eyes. Another thing about being a demon is that in the first ten years of life after discovering one's true form, there are periods every few months or so where one would feel the impulsive urge to transform. This same feeling occurs if said demon hadn't transformed in a while.

In Finn's case, he was quite terrified of what he became when letting himself transform. Every time, he grew to be at least two times taller than he already was, with hulking muscles and a complete loss of inhibition—as well as the trait that always comes with transformations: the complete blackout of the eyes.

In actuality the blacking of the eyes occurs even when not transforming. When a demon is angered enough, even if not by their particular trigger, their eyes will black out and they will revert to their most primal instincts, which is obviously dangerous. Despite the fact that demons can live among humans and, in some cases, be civil mannered, the natural instinct of the demon is to attack. It isn't like demons are the most mild-tempered things around, either. And, sure, that could be a liable reason for humans to hate demons, but Kurt still didn't appreciate the hatred towards his own kind. Not all of them were that bad… kind of.

"We just wanted to lay some ground rules for you guys," Burt said slowly, and Kurt leaned back in his chair, his arms lifting slowly to cross over his chest as he listened to his father speak.

Of course there were ground rules—they were living in a city full of demons. The first city ever built specifically for demons, actually, built by the strongest demon himself: Jasper de Solace. The man was practically the king of demons; he was only lacking the crown and the official title. Everybody respected and knew him, however, even the humans—well, powerful, high-up humans, anyways. His connection to the humans was actually the entire reason he was able to buy the island the Enclave was on—right off the coast of the state of New York—and build up the city for his own kind. Regardless, with how dangerous some of the less civil demons could be, Kurt understood why his father was taking things so seriously.

The reason they relocated was so that they could live without the fear of being discovered by their human neighbors, to live without the fear of being killed—or killing others in fits of blind rage. It sounded like a great deal, but it was honestly ruined by the mere fact that they now had to be so much more careful around their own kind. Just in case.

Kurt's father cleared his throat and glanced at his wife, who patted his upper arm and he nodded in response. The man looked to his two sons, "First of all, neither of you can go out past ten 'o clock p.m., especially you, Finn. Some more powerful demons will be able to sense that you have triggered your true form and they will abuse that fact. Those rumors about the illegal injections that keep demons in their true forms permanently? They're true, and we don't want either one of you getting tangled up in those messes."

Both teenagers nodded, and Burt continued, "The only places you two can go to alone and unsupervised is school and the park down the street from our house, and you guys have to use the safe paths, no shortcuts, even if you're running late for first period or whatever. We do not want you guys to get into any trouble as I said before, you hear me? I'm not kidding about this."

Finn looked like he wanted to talk but was straining too hard against himself to actually attempt to say a word. Only sparing Finn a momentary glance Kurt met his father's gaze and nodded, "We both understand, dad. Is there anything else that you need to tell us?" He asked politely. He loved his dad, he really, really did, but all he wanted to do at that moment was go back up to his room and curl up under his sheets and start reading again where he originally left off before the annoying noises of the Enclave cut in. Briefly, somewhere in Kurt's mind, he realized that what was going down at most halfway across town was a fight, and probably a gruesome, rather violent one by the sounds that it caused, but he didn't pay it any mind. As long as it didn't directly affect him, he didn't need to care.

That was just something you learned as a demon.

"I'm going to reiterate this point," Carole began, finally speaking with a soft voice, "almost every demon around the world will populate the Enclave within the next month. That includes powerful ones, not only the ruling family. There have been rumors that there is a high chance that…" there was a hint of hesitation in her voice, and even Burt appeared uncomfortable for a few moments. "There is a high chance that, maybe, the two most powerful demons in the world will find their way here."

A moment of silence passed through the kitchen, and Kurt stiffened, something clicking in his mind as far as what his parents were talking about. They were talking about the two demons whose true forms surpassed all demons—including the "royal" family's. They were never spoken of aloud, only thought about and briefly whispered about sometimes. Kurt didn't even know what their true forms even were; only that they were rumored to have large, sweeping, beautiful black angel wings, and that at one point, long ago, the two had been one, and were treated like gods/goddesses by other demons, due to their immense power and absolute beauty in their true states.

In the beginning 'they' were only one single being treated like a deity, until demons fearing his power banded together, and persuaded others that eventually the 'demon angel' would betray them all. These mobs attempted to kill the demon—but didn't succeed. Instead, the demon split it apart into two separate beings, which then fled in opposite directions and went into hiding. Since then, their form has continued to be passed along. It is said those with the true form only had one wing, not two like they're supposed to have. Nothing else is known other than that.

"We know, mom," Kurt finally said, breaking the silence. After around a hundred years or so of having Carole as his mom he was decidedly used to calling her mom, even if she was only his step mom. It wasn't that big of a deal.

"The rest is common sense," Burt finally seemed to be back to his stern, protective, fatherly self. "If we need to add anything to the rules, then you better expect that we will. Your mother and I both hope that you guys will adapt to this life and enjoy your time here. It's not everyday that we demons can live closely to others like us—even if we are placed in danger because of this."

Kurt nodded and stood up. "I'm going to go back to my room," He said in parting, already backing up. His family mumbled their goodnights, as Finn stood up stiffly and staggered over to the living room. Burt and Carole turned towards each other and simply stared for a while. Kurt had a feeling that they were communicating mentally with each other—a skill that specially connected demons received when they married and underwent the proper ceremony to link their hearts, souls, and minds. Quite literally, they would be together until death tore them apart—so he finally turned all the way around and retreated up to his new room, feeling that he was intruding on something horribly personal.

He walked in and grabbed his book from the windowsill quickly, before sitting down on the ledge once more, and opening the lovingly worn down book as carefully as possible to the page that he'd left off at. The book was from probably the 1700s depending on how the cover was so worn that the title was gone, and the actual title page had been ripped out, leaving Kurt with just the book. He honestly didn't even remember the title, but it was still one of his favorites.

Abruptly, in some corner of his mind, he heard voices that made him look up and stare at the far wall of his room, his eyebrows furrowing. Voices in his head… not the first time that had ever happened, but it still caught him by surprise every single time. Every single time it happened, it was like there was static blocking the voices, so Kurt could never hear them clearly. By now it felt more bothersome than anything else.

He shook his head and blocked the voices out, briefly staring through the glass of his window for a moment and sighed softly. The moon was full and high in the sky, shinning down brightly upon the city. He found himself wondering why his family even bothered relocating if the place was so dangerous. A sense of community, maybe, since they never were able to get close to human families…

Either way, he wasn't happy. The Enclave… it just gave him a creepy feeling, like something just wasn't right within the walls of the city. Maybe it was just the feeling that the literal wall surrounding them gave him.

The wall was ridiculously tall, feeling like it was a thousand feet or so in height, ten feet thick, maybe even more. It felt almost like a prison, or a cage, that was keeping them away from the human world. Yes, Kurt knew that one of his own kind created and modeled and helped build the city, but it just cut the demons off from the rest of the world. Getting in and out of the city was hard as well, and there was normally security found everywhere.

So, yes, it did feel like a huge prison, to Kurt at least. All he wanted to do when he looked out the window was jump out and fly away even though he knew that he couldn't. Just getting away from the stifling wall that surrounded the city he now lived in… that sounded absolutely amazing.

He only spent a few more moments staring out over the moonlight illuminated city, before standing up and setting the book on his bed and grabbing his curtains, shutting them slowly, just wanting to block out the too-bright lights of the city street lamps. It wasn't even like he could look at the stars because of the ridiculous brightness. Instead, he reached for the lamp on his bedside table, and switched it on. Kurt wasn't a fan of using artificial light to read, probably something that came along with being born in an age of reading by firelight and gas lamp, but he made due with what he had and fell onto his bed, fully clothed, opening the book again carefully.

No matter how much he absolutely despised living in the Enclave he was going to have to deal with it, and he knew that. His family wasn't about to leave the place, unless it was absolutely necessary, and with the way the city was it would never be necessary... Unless the weird vibe that Kurt felt that legitimately backed up by something other than nightly fights and violence. It probably was that, though, because there was nothing else it could have been. Oh well.

Once again there was loud shouting heard outside, and Kurt sighed, shaking his head, mentally reminding himself to ask his dad if they could get the house soundproofed so that they didn't have to hear anything from the surrounding area.

They would need it.