Kurt remembered the very first time his mom sat with him to explain what happened to him when he got scared of the stranger that stopped to talk to him while he was playing in the back yard.

„Mommy...am I a monster?“-the tiny boy turned in his mother's arms and looked at her with his huge blue eyes she knew would always isolate him from everyone else.

She couldn't help but feel guilty because those were her eyes. She gave them to him. She was to blame for the fact that his chances to find the other half of his soul were almost nonexistent.

„Oh, my puppy. Of course you're not a monster. That man just got scared because he never saw someone like you.“-she said as she brushed the remaining of the puffy white fur around his small ears.

“But…aren’t other little boys like me?”-he asked creasing his little forehead in confusion, his eyes still blazing from the shift.

“I’m afraid not honey. You know how mommy and daddy sometimes have funny, glowy eyes that you like so much?”

“Uh-huh. They’re cool.”-he nodded thoughtfully.

“Well, see…some people in the world have some really special powers.”

“Like superheroes?”-the small boy bugged his eyes at his mother.

“Almost sweetie. Some people, like your mommy and daddy, people that have these powers are called werewolves.”-she said as carefully as she could. How exactly did you explain the concept to a four year old.

“Me too?”-he asked curiously.

“You too honey.”

“What’s that mean? Wewolf.”

“Werewolf…it means that can turn into a really beautiful wolf when you’re sad, or angry or scared. But once you get bigger and stronger you’ll be able to control it and only shift when you want to.”-she said eyeing her husband sadly.

“And other little boys don’t like that?”-he asked again because if he could turn into something pretty shouldn’t that make people happy. Instead the man screamed and ran away. People never ran from something pretty. They only ran away from monsters.

“They don’t know about it. And you should keep it a secret as well baby.”-she kissed the top of his head, now free from the fur.

“Why?”

“Because some people are not really nice about new things. You should only ever share this secret when you’re older, when you find someone special.”-she said even though she knew he probably never would.

Burt stood in the doorway of his son’s room and smiled when Kurt nodded in agreement to what his mother said and snuggled tiredly into her lap; exhausted from his first shift.

 He locked eyes with his wife and tried to reassure her that it was okay but he knew she’d never believe him.

Elizabeth struggled with what the two of them had done for years. And the guilt never left her; no matter how many times Burt said it wasn’t her fault and no matter how many times he said he loved her and that their boy was perfect just the way he was.

She still cried at night at the sight of his pale skin and blue eyes and white tufts of fur he started showing when he turned one.

Now, at the age of 4, he shifted completely for the first time. His wolf form tiny, white, lean and fragile. And his eyes…god his eyes will be the thing that’ll give him away to anyone who had the slightest bit of knowledge about werewolves.

Burt was a member of the Chicago pack when he met, well, sniffed Elizabeth. Three years younger than he was and completely human…but his nonetheless. He could feel the need to be with her since the first second he laid eyes on her, so he asked her out. He never mentioned he was a werewolf; not at first anyway.

His parents were happy with his choice and together they showed Lizzie the true shape of the world she entered the day she said yes to Burt. They were wolves, they were members of the biggest pack in America and if she truly wanted to be with Burt, eventually she would have to become one as well.

She loved her boyfriend so she said yes right away, thinking it’ll be just as easy to do it as it was to say it.

As it turned out…that was the furthest thing away from the truth.

Packs had ranks; a hierarchy. Alphas were the top of the food chain. There could be more than one Alpha in a single pack but the true leadership belonged to the one whose father ruled before him. The rest of the Alphas, depending on their relation to the First Alpha, were able to claim the title of the First if something happened to their current leader. 

The Alphas were generally people with huge personalities, strong senses of leadership, sharp, strong, smart and dominant. Their wolf forms were terrifying, dark colored fur, scorching black eyes and howls that could pierce your eardrums and make you shiver.

Next in rank were the Betas. Usually reasonable, sensitive, logical, calm and rational people. They were the balance of every pack. Their wolf forms usually warm chocolate brown color and eyes like melted cocoa, they were the ones you were bound to trust and feel comfortable around.

Beneath them...the heart and soul of the pack…the Omegas. Warm, gentle, loving, careful, protective and empathic. In their wolf forms their fur took the color of honey and amber and their eyes shone like pure gold. Most of the pack members agreed that Omegas were usually the most beautiful wolves of the pack.

Burt was an Omega. Which is why it was essential to make sure that Elizabeth’s wolf turned into Beta at least.

The dynamic of the wolf couples depended on the rank of the wolves involved. 

Alphas, dominant and forceful, needed to be controlled by someone whose presence would calm them down, soften them and take care of their heart when they tended to forget to do it themselves.
Betas could turn either way. Their personalities allowed them to mate with an Alpha and assume the more submissive role in a relationship, or they could mate with an Omega and be the dominant part. The one thing they could do that was not possible with the other ranks was the fact that they could also mate with another Beta and have an equal relationship. Mated Betas made stable homes and usually acted as the pillars of the packs, balancing the forcefulness of the Alphas and the skittishness of the Omegas.

Omegas could also mate with both Alphas and Betas alike since both outranked them giving them the needed strength and safety. Mated Omegas were usually quite sassy and far less timid because f the fort their mates provided them.

The only members of the pack who were not able to choose were the First Alphas. Omegas were the only choice they had. The nature of their position in the pack and the responsibility they had made it essential to have someone completely opposite to even them out. The Betas just weren’t different enough.

So when Burt’s parents took Elizabeth to meet the First, her personality screamed Beta. She was rational but opinionated, calm but fierce and strong, she was everything a Beta should be; everything an Omega could ever wish for in a mate. They got a green light without the pack’s Council running a detailed check on Elizabeth. They concluded her personality was enough of a sign of her rank.

Burt trusted them.

They scheduled a ceremony (well two ceremonies obviously) and set to make sure everything was perfect.

A month before the date, Lizzie got home and fell into Burt’s arms crying and laughing at the same time. They were going to be parents and Burt could swear nothing had ever seemed better in his life than the image of a tiny little wolf pup with fluffy fur and uncoordinated paws running around their house.

They sped up the preparations and basked in their happiness not knowing that in just a few weeks everything they dreamed of will be taken away from them.

Burt bit Liz and she turned into a beautiful, lean and seemingly strong, amber colored and golden eyed wolf.

His Lizzie was an Omega…and so was he.

The thing about Elizabeth, or any human turning into a wolf, was that she adapted.

 A timid girl, shy and quiet, was forced to learn how to survive by herself after her parents died and it made her stronger, it made her learn how to fight for herself and not just roll over and let the world stomp all over her.

The Council overlooked it. Their traditional ways and closed mindedness made them decide that her actual blood and character faded in comparison to her false, adopted personality.

Naturally, Elizabeth was an Omega.

She had a hard life and it turned her into a different person.

On the outside.

She was a Beta.

But only on the outside.

Unwilling to admit their mistake the pack’s Council members, lead by the First, decided to ostracize Burt and Elizabeth from the pack with strict instructions never to come back again.

They moved to Ohio, struggling to find the best way to stay together while not being able to provide the home they both needed from each other. But their love was strong and while they almost lost the ability to shift at will and some of their strength and heightened senses dulled, they held on. And they gave life to a small creature that was perfect despite the fact that he wasn’t allowed to exist.

They named him Kurt and they loved him with everything they had, trying to make their love enough of an apology for the fact that he would never fit in; he would never find a mate.

Because there were two taboos in the werewolf world.

The two Omegas should never have a child together. It was forbidden and it misbalanced the dynamics of the pack. And even though it was forbidden it happened a few times throughout history. It happened enough times for them to know that a child of the two Omegas would only ever find a mate if the unimaginable happened.

The only mate they could possibly have was the child of the two First Alphas. The person who was completely and utterly opposite of the double Omega.

And that has never happened.

“Dad I’ll be fine. I’m not actually transferring today you know. I’m just gonna go in there and talk to the nice lady and then I’ll come back here and we’re gonna go home. Together. So could you please retract your claws before my Marc Jacobs is ruined?”-Kurt rolled his eyes at his father teasingly as he physically removed his hand from where it was gripping his poor cardigan.

They decided Kurt would come and see if there was a chance of attending the Dalton Academy.
The bullying at school got worse and Kurt, with no higher ranked influence in his life, thought he was pretty close to actually shifting in front of everyone; be it out of fear of his bullies or anger and frustration because nobody seemed to care.

Burt did what he could but ever since Lizzie passed away he felt like understanding Kurt was not something he was good at. They had a great relationship and Burt loved his son with all his heart, but Kurt was not an easy person to love. He was self depended and sarcastic and he liked to keep things to himself most of the time. The only reason Burt found out about the extent of torture he was enduring at school was the fact that he saw it with his own eyes while Kurt attempted to teach him how to dance for his wedding with Carole.

Since he was no longer a member of the pack and he had no intention of having more children his relationship with a human was possible without the need to turn Carole. She knew about the two of them and she was perfectly fine with it. She took to their rules and customs sooner than either of them hoped and she fell into their life easily.

Burt was happy and Kurt adored her.

The person he did not adore was her son, Finn.

The first time he shifted in front of Finn so the other boy can get an idea of who they are, the tall boy clapped his hands excitedly and scooped the small, shiny white, wolf Kurt into his lap and scratched behind his ears.

Kurt got scared and peed on him.

He never came close to him when he found him wolfed out and snuggling somewhere around the house again.

Finn was nice enough. A little dumb and naïve but a nice guy. So Kurt let it slide and he forgave him for treating him like a puppy.

Also he was grateful he was there when Burt went after his bullies and for supporting his decision to check out Dalton for his possible transfer.

“Okay buddy. Go and talk to the principal and I’ll wait here.”-Burt said retrieving his claws and smiling at Kurt, but the smile was forced and worried.

He was proud of his son. He was deprived of some of the most important things in a werewolf’s life; he never belonged to a pack, he never felt what it was like to feel the power of your First run through you and make you understand that you are loved and protected. And what pained Burt the most was the thought that he never would know what that was like.

But Kurt was strong.

Before she died, his mother sat with him and said that everything that’s missing in their lives was her fault and she explained to him what had happened.

His amazing son took her hand and told her that there was nothing missing because he had her and his dad and they loved him and he was happy.

Kurt grew up to be snarky, opinionated and independent. When he was at school his cutting remarks and proud demeanor would get him through the day.

But it came with a price. Kurt was an Omega. His instincts told him to try and find someone to support him and keep him protected. He needed someone who was firm and loud and pushy by nature, not because he was trying so hard.

Kurt’s nature wasn’t to be the kind of person he made himself to be. Instead of looking after himself he craved someone else to care for. Someone who would be completed by his presence.

But he didn’t have that so he had to fend for himself. And it was exhausting him to the point where he would spend entire days curled up in his wolf form trying to find comfort. A situation like that was difficult for any Omega…let alone a double one.

Which is why Burt hoped that Dalton would be the place where he could lower his guards down and relax a bit. Get some peace and quiet.

“How about you go in there with me? It’d be nice to have some support.”-Kurt said to his father and smiled knowingly when he nodded in an attempt of indifference.

“Sure thing. Lead the way.”-Burt sighed in relief and stalked after his son sniffing around to see if there was anything dangerous lurking in the early morning shadows.

They entered the large hallway and turned left reaching the principal’s office.

Kurt raised his hand and delivered a soft knock on the door that was immediately followed by a firm “come in” from inside the room.

Together they stepped in and greeted the woman sitting behind a large desk wearing a black blazer over a dark purple shirt. Kurt approved of her outfit; he liked the business-chick look she had going on for her. Her smell told him one more thing. She was a wolf too. A Beta if he was not mistaken.

“Ah Mr. Hummel. Welcome to Dalton.”-she smiled politely but there was something odd about the look in her eyes.

“Thank you very much.”-Kurt answered, deciding that his protective instincts were kicking in and squishing them down.

“Now, as far as I know you’re looking to transfer here from your old school. Any particular reason?”-she asked and he paled slightly at the question.

“My…my old school had some trouble accepting some things about me…”

“Like the fact that you are a wolf?”-she asked quirking an eyebrow at him.

“Like the fact that I was gay. Nobody knew that I was a wolf. I thought that was the point. To keep it a secret?”-he snapped at her and then sighed “I’m sorry. It’s just….that a sensitive subject for me to talk about.”

“Why is that?”-she asked again and he glanced at his dad, glad that he asked him to come along. Burt just gave him a sharp nod.

“I’m a double Omega. I hope that won’t make you change your mind about letting me enroll here.”-he gave her an “I dare you” look that made her chuckle quietly.

She liked him. His life dealt him some crappy cards and there he was, standing tall and walking with his head held high. It was impressive.

“Kurt…the Westerville pack is…how should I put it…quite advanced in the way we think. We are of the firm opinion that nobody’s love is wrong. Yes there are some negative implications of two Alphas or Omegas mating but…it’s not impossible. Either way, rest assured that your blood status has nothing to do with us accepting or not accepting you.”-she said firmly.

She knew most packs believed that it was wrong to mate that way, but her own experiences told her that with the right interventions the two Omegas could have a healthy relationship just like any other mated couple. She also understood that the implications of such a couple having kids was a bit more complicated but there was adoption if the parents were adamant about not having a child that would most likely remain without a mate.

“ I don’t mean to impose but…I can’t smell any other scent on you apart from your father. I’m assuming you were disowned?”-she asked tentatively not willing to disturb them anymore than strictly necessary.

“We were. Kurt never was a part of a pack. He wasn’t even born yet when my wife and I got kicked out.”-Burt answered gruffly, trying to hide the fact that he enjoyed the presence of a higher ranked wolf. He missed being a part of a pack more than he let himself and everybody else know.

“Do you mind me asking how it happened?”-she asked with even more reluctance than before.

“My…my late wife…Elizabeth was human when we met. She was a force of nature. She was strong and independent and fierce and….when we got the green light to get married and turn her, the First was convinced she would make a fine Beta. The Council confirmed it and we set the date. She got pregnant a few weeks before the ceremony. I bit her and…she came out as an Omega. My parents knew about the fact that Liz didn’t have parents and she was left raising her younger sister all alone but they never thought it was important. It made her stronger than she naturally was. It turned her outside persona into a dominant even thought she really wasn’t. The pack just kicked us out after that. They forbade us from ever contacting them again. And we never dared to find another pack. We didn’t want them to try and hurt our son.”-Burt said clasping Kurt’s small palm into his own rough hand.

“I understand. And like I said before it won’t be a problem at Dalton…should you decide to transfer.”-she said masking her question a bit to give him time to think it over.

“I…I have something else to tell you.”-he bit his lip.

“What is it?”-she cocked her head to the left curiously.

“I…I shift when I’m scared. I mean…I didn’t at my old school because I was afraid all the time so I stood my ground but…when I’m surprised I…I can’t control it.”-he said lowering his head.

It wasn’t really common for a 17 year old wolf to have uncontrolled shifts and he knew that. He lifted his head ready to face rejection but the look on the principal’s face was the one of awe.

“You went to a school where they treated you the way they did, you lived your whole life without a higher ranked wolf and without a pack and the only time you have no control over your shift is when you’re surprise-scared. Kurt Hummel you are something else.”-she smiled at him and for the first time since he got there he let his shoulders slump a bit and his body curl in on itself.

He was close to wolfing out and snuggling in the comfy chair he was sitting in.

“So that won’t be a problem with the rest of the students?”-he asked and she noticed his Omega stance for the first time since she met him. He was truly fascinating.

“You’ll be attending classes with the Warblers.”-she said like it explained everything.

“As in the show choir?”-he gapped at her.

“As in the teenage generation of the Westerville pack. But also the show choir yes. We keep them in separate classes under the excuse they need to have the same schedules so they can arrange rehearsals easier. So even if you do shift…they’ll be okay with it. Come to think of it someone shifts every five minutes for absolutely no reason so you’ll be weirder if you don’t.”-she laughed and he glanced at his dad confused.

“But…I…I’m white.”-he said quietly.

“They won’t care. Trust me.”-she said knowing what it meant to be a white wolf. There wasn’t one for decades…if not longer.

Kurt bit his lip thoughtfully for a moment and then offered a small nod in confirmation. The next five minutes they discussed his boarding (in a single room) and the scholarship he had received based on the stellar record from McKinley.

“So…we’ll be seeing you in our hallways on Monday?”-she stood up to see them out when they finished planning.

“Yeah…I guess you will. Thank you.”-he said with a smile.

“It’s our pleasure. See you on Monday.”-she waved them off and ventured back into the school, leaving Kurt and Burt to on their own to get back to their car and go home to pack Kurt’s stuff.

“Blaine, what do you think?”-the tall, blonde boy turned to his friend irritated with the fact that they were trying to decide what movie to watch for the past hour and they got nothing.

The boy in question was frowning and inhaling deeply, completely zoned out of the conversation around him.

His curly hair bounced on his forehead, covering his hazel eyes and thick, triangular eyebrows.

His guitar was hanging uselessly over his shoulder as he lost all strength in his fingers.

He was sitting with his friends in the Warbler’s common room like every Saturday fighting over what movie to watch.

He felt at ease and at home.

They were about to decide what to watch and he was the only one to put his vote in when his nose caught the most amazing scent he’d ever felt.

He couldn’t even decide what it was; it was flowers and coffee and chocolate and sugar and oranges and bubble gum and heaven all at once.

His head got fuzzy and he could feel his fingers clenching against his thigh as he did his best to stay in the upright position instead of shifting and chasing down whatever smelt the way he thought his dreams smelt like.

“Earth to Blaine! Man, are you alright?”-there were fingers snapping in front of his face and hi growled deep in his throat.

“Jeesh excuse me growly. What’s gotten into you?”-a dark haired boy asked after he tucked his fingers back in the blonde boy’s hands to keep them from being bitten off.

“Do you guys smell that?”-the curly haired boy stood up and started walking around the room trying to find the source of the smell.

“Smell what?”-a tall, dark skinned boy asked this time, sniffing the air curiously.

“That…that scent…it’s…oh god it’s everywhere.”-Blaine ran his hand through his hair desperate when he felt the smell fade and grow thinner, weaker…

“I don’t smell anything.”-a short Asian boy said frowning in confusion.

“What does it smell like?”

“I…It smells like forever.”