The guy that was supposed to wait for Kurt at the entrance and show him around was fashionably late...half an hour ago.

Kurt was baffled by the size of the property the school building possessed and the sheer magnitude of the building itself. He knew that the building situated both the classrooms and the dorms for the students but it still felt like it was a bit flashy and that whoever built it obviously felt the need to show off.

Whatever it was it was stunning and reminded Kurt of the castles in the fantasy movies he liked so much. They always had happy endings and that one outcast that everybody rejected always found his happiness in the end. He would lose himself in the movie and pretend for an hour or two that he would get that too someday.

He felt that the castle like school could be the first step of his own fantasy.

But right now it was a pain in his ass because he had no idea where to go and he had about half an hour before he had to meet the principal to give him his schedule and take him to meet the Warblers.

“I guess he’s not coming then hm?”-Burt asked as he already scooped up the few boxes from the car.

“I guess not.”-Kurt shrugged and picked up his suitcase and a few smaller bags locking the car.

They looked around confusedly before Burt decided he didn’t have the time to wait for someone take pity on them and help them so he stopped the first boy that walked past them. The boy was short, and seemingly sweet and he smelled like a wolf so Burt felt better about asking him. Wolves were usually inclined to help each other out.

“Excuse me. Do you have a moment?”-Burt asked and the boy turned on his heal to look at them. He tilted his head curiously and Kurt saw his nose twitch as he sniffed the air, obviously catching their smell.

“Sure thing. How can I help?”-the boy smiled and asked politely.

“Well, Kurt’s transferring and we were told a student would meet us to help us get around but he must have overslept or something.”-Burt said and Kurt smiled at the boy feeling his nerves kicking in. The boy was obviously a wolf and given that he was also a part of the Warblers so Kurt really hoped he would like him.

“Was his name Jeff?”-the boy laughed and Kurt nodded at the same time as his dad.

“How did you know?”-Kurt frowned confusedly.

“They wouldn’t send someone other than a Warbler to meet you and Jeff is the only one in the group that’s always late. He was late for his own mating ceremony. We all thought Nick was gonna kill him. He’s lucky Nicky loves him so much. I’m Andrew by the way.”-he grinned and Burt shook his hand happily sensing that this school would be really good for his son if the young boy was anything to go by.

Being a part of the pack for a long time made him understand the dynamics of it. The pack members usually talked freely in front of each other and they were closer than people usually were. That’s why the avalanche of information from Andrew didn’t surprise him.

Kurt on the other hand stood frozen gapping at the boy.

“You…you have two boys mated?”-he asked eyes wide and surprised. The boy must have misunderstood because he frowned at Kurt.

“Yes we do. Is that a problem?”-he said a bit harsher and it snapped Kurt back out of his haze.

“No!! No, of course not. I…I’m gay so of course it’s not a problem. I’m just not used to hearing other people talk about it like it’s normal instead of a disease.”-he said and his eyes narrowed when he realized that he just gave one of the two secrets he had to a complete stranger just because he felt and smelled friendly.

He looked at his dad and he just smiled at him knowing how Kurt felt and feeling more at ease about his transfer than he ever did.

“Oh…I’m sorry you had to deal with idiots. But you’re at Dalton now. Idiot free. Well….mostly anyway. Come on I’ll show you to your room.”-he smiled and linked his arm through Kurt’s free of luggage arm making the taller boy jump in surprise and Burt snicker.

“So….Andrew. I take it you’re an Omega?”-he asked and the boy nodded happily.

“Probably the biggest one around. I like touching people. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”-he glanced at Kurt who smiled at him understanding the meaning of the touch. His parents were touchy feely as well and given the chance Kurt would be too. Even more so considering his blood status.

“No it’s okay. I should probably get used to it.”-he said letting Andrew drag him inside.

“Um….how exactly do you know where my room is?”-Kurt asked as he realized that Andrew obviously had an exact destination on his mind.

“Well the Warblers have their own part of the wing where the dorms are and there’s only one more empty room there so it’s not that difficult to figure it out. Here we are.”-he said and took the key from Kurt’s hand opening the door and letting them in.

“Well I need to get going or I’ll be late for my first class. The cafeteria is on this same floor but on the opposite end so just walk straight across and you should find it. Some of the older Warblers don’t have first periods, lucky bastards, so they should be there eating now. I’ll see you later.”-he said with a huge smile and walked out the door turning around before he left “Oh and….welcome to Dalton Kurt.”

“Thanks.”-Kurt beamed at him and for the first time in a long time he felt like he could be happy again. He smiled to himself as he watched Burt unload the rest of his stuff on the floor.

„Okay buddy, I think that's the last of the boxes. You need help unpacking?“-Burt asked as he shuffled awkwardly near the doorway.

He hated the fact that his only son was staying in a new school all alone after everything he went through. They were a team, they looked after each other and they were family.

Burt felt like his life was changing and it was a feeling he couldn’t shake off. There was something about the smell of the school that made him worry.

There was a lingering feeling of something waiting for his son there and he didn’t know if that something was good for Kurt or not. He hoped it was. But he couldn’t know.

Andrew make him calmer but the feeling just wouldn’t go away.

“No thanks. I’ll do it after I get something to eat.”-Kurt said and he looked at his father with a sad look in his eyes and at that moment Burt knew that his son hated being apart from him just as much as he did.

“You’ll be happy here Kurt.”-he said and held his arms open for his son who scrambled to snuggle close to him inhaling the familiar scent of family and home.

“I…I actually think so too.”-he mumbled into his father’s plaid shirt and hugged him tightly.

“And don’t think that you’re excused from Friday night’s family dinner. Just because you’re a fancy prep school boy now doesn’t mean you can ditch us commoners.”-Burt teased and Kurt swatted his hand playfully.

“I will try and fit you into my schedule.”-he turned his nose up snobbishly and Burt chuckled.
 
“You do that kiddo.”-he smiled and hugged his son one more time “I have to run. I have a lot of work to do today.”

“Okay dad. I’ll…I’ll call you later.”-Kurt said keeping his brave stature in front of his dad but he kind of really wished he didn’t have to go.

“You better. I love you kid.”

“I love you too dad.”-he said as his father left his room leaving him and his new room to fend for themselves.

Sighing he decided to get some breakfast before attacking his boxes.

Listening to Andrew’s advice he made his way across the floor following the smell of coffee and fresh bagels. His stomach rumbled and he couldn’t wait to eat something. He was way too excited to have anything that morning but now that he was actually at his new school his appetite returned and he felt like he hadn’t eaten in years.

He saw a number of boys in matching uniforms going in and out of a room and he figured it must be the cafeteria so he followed them.

His breath got caught in his throat at the sight of a beautifully neat and welcoming room, smelling of homemade scones and fruit and he smiled awarding Dalton another gold star for kicking McKinley’s cafeteria ass.

He stood in line to get coffee sniffing the air to try and decipher if any other Warbler was there. Over the scent of food and coffee he could detect something yummier and sweeter than all the food and he figured it must be the smell of the pack.

The scent was getting stronger and somehow…closer and he turned around to see if he can find the source when his eyes met the most beautiful pair of hazel ones, framed by thick eyelashes and playing hide and seek with a mop of springy black curls.

The boy was absolutely gorgeous.

And then he spoke and Kurt snapped back to reality from his stupor.

“It’s you.”-the boy said with a beaming smile and Kurt thought that smile was the most beautiful sight in the whole world.

But then the words registered in his mind and he tilted his head with a frown trying to remember if he saw the boy before.

There was a brief second where Kurt inhaled deeply and felt a bit dizzy at the onslaught of a scent that made his mouth water and his senses buzz with excitement.

He wondered what it was and why was it so familiar before realizing the boy in front of him was a wolf and the smell of the pack on him was what he felt.

Kurt had never belonged to a pack so he had no idea that a lot of wolves at the same place could make such an intoxicating combination of smells.

His nostrils flared as he tried to savor it and wrap himself in it and never let it go.

He adored the smell. But the boy in front of him…he didn’t know him.

“Have we met?”-he asked and frowned when that sunshiny smile faltered and fell completely.

He adjusted the strap of his fashionable messenger bag nervously and looked back at Blaine trying to figure out if the boy was mad at him for not knowing who he was.

“You…you don’t remember me?”-the boy asked and Kurt tilted his head once again not really sure what to do. He decided being polite was the best way to deal with things.

Also the boy was way too gorgeous to piss him off on his first day and make his entire stay with the Warblers awkward.

 “You probably mixed me up with someone else. I’m new here. My name is Kurt.”-he said and extended his hand towards Blaine who stood there with an angry frown obviously disagreeing on the whole “let’s be polite” thing Kurt chose.

He stood there with his hand outstretched feeling more and more like an idiot with every passing minute his hand hung between them. And then he just snapped.

“It’s only polite to accept a handshake. Or do they not teach you that in prep school?”-he took his hand back and glared at the curly haired boy.

Painfully beautiful, yummy smelling or not he was either a rude asshole or a homophobe and Kurt did not have the patience to deal with either one of the options.

He huffed angrily and turned his back to Blaine. He could go and play the whole mysterious wolf thing with someone else.

Suddenly there was a large hand clamping his shoulder and the smell of another wolf hit his nostrils.
He was about to turn around and slap the hand away when he realized that this wolf, whoever he was, smelled nothing like the short, curly haired boy. It threw his theory of the pack smelling amazing and his heart skipped a few beats wondering if it was just the beautiful, hazel eyed boy that smelled so intoxicating…but he knew better. He knew he didn’t have that someone whose smell would be just for him.

He turned to look at the new wolf standing next to him and he couldn’t help but return the somehow familiar grin.

“Hey, you must be Kurt.”-the tall boy said and Kurt stared at him in surprise. Was there some kind of a global announcement that he was coming that day?

“How do you know my name?”-he asked, now completely ignoring the curly haired boy who still stood at the same place Kurt left him after their unfortunate hand shake incident, frowning and glaring at the taller boy.

“I just got a text from my little brother saying you’d probably come for breakfast and to help you settle in. I’m Jon.”-the taller boy answered waving his phone in front of Kurt as if that’s gonna make his message clearer.

“You brother?”-he asked with a confused tilt of his head.

“Andrew. He said he helped you find your room?”

“Oh…he’s your brother. Yeah he helped. Apparently there was a Jeff who was supposed to meet me but he never showed so Andrew offered to help me out. It was nice of him.”-Kurt smiled at the taller man warmly and suddenly there was a low growl emitting from the curly haired boy.

Jon looked at Blaine and he knew what the growl was about. They all heard how badly he screwed up his first impression and he knew Blaine was jealous that the warm smile on Kurt’s face was aimed at someone other than himself.

Kurt however didn’t know that so he glared at Blaine angrily.

“You’ll have to forgive our Alpha. Pretty blue eyes usually make him dumber than he really is.”-he turned it all to joke and Kurt’s frown eased up a bit while Blaine smacked him on the arm.

“Alpha?”-Kurt asked in surprise eyeing the shorter boy who still had his eyes plastered on him for a few moments before he couldn’t really look at Jon’s hand splayed on Kurt’s shoulder and he growled one more time bolting out of the cafeteria.

“Yup. Blainers over there is our mighty First.”

Kurt stared at his retreating form and he felt a pang in his stomach that he couldn’t quite place. He also realized that the moment Blaine left, the smell that warmed him up dulled and became less satisfying. There was till the lingering scent of pack and wolves but the sweet aroma that made him dizzy wasn’t there anymore and with a sad frown he realized it was Blaine who smelled so intoxicating.

Blaine, the First alpha of a pack that he didn’t even belong to. Blaine the stupidly pretty wolf who most likely had a equally pretty Omega back home or even at Dalton and he was happy with his mate the way Kurt could never be.

Blaine who, as it seemed, hated his guts.

“Great. Out of all the people in this school, I managed to make the First hate me within five minutes of being at Dalton.”-his shoulders sagged and he sighed sadly.

“What?? Hate you? Oh man…Blaine doesn’t hate you. Far from it. trust me.”-Jon barked out a laugh and Kurt cocked his eyebrow at him.

“Is there something I need to know?”-Kurt asked.

“Maybe. But it’s something you should talk about with Blaine.”

“Oooo-kay.”-Kurt said confused out of his mind.

“We’ll be late for class if we don’t get a move on. Since you have the morning off to settle in I’ll pick you up at 3.”-Jon said as he started walking away leaving Kurt alone.

“What happens at three?”-Kurt shouted at him.

“You meet the Warblers.”-Jon smiled and Kurt felt his stomach drop.

Great. Just great.

Blaine was sitting in the armchair in the choir room. His heart hadn’t stopped hammering in his chest the entire day and he felt nauseous every time he thought about that morning.

The look of pure confusion in Kurt’s eyes, the realization that he didn’t remember him, the smile he gave Jon instead of him, the anger he threw at Blaine.

He hated it all.

When he first saw him standing there he thought they would be wrapped around each other within seconds and he ached for the feeling of that lithe body pressed against him.

But he messed up and now Kurt thought he hated him. He heard him say it and he wanted to just run back in and tell him that he could never hate him; that he could never do anything but love him and protect him and care for him.

There were 15 more minutes until he knew the others will start showing up and he curled up inside his chair immersed in his thoughts when a creak sounded and he turned towards the door.

A blonde head popped in and the tall boy smiled at Blaine.

“Hey Alpha.”-Jamie smiled and sat next to Blaine.

“Hey Jamie. What’s up?”-he asked and the blonde realized his eyes weren’t as sparkly as they usually were.

“I heard what happened at breakfast. I wanted to see if you’re okay.”-Jamie shrugged.

“I’m…fine…well…not really but I guess I can’t really change that now can I.”-Blaine said bitterly and Jamie frowned.

“B…don’t think that way. You haven’t even met properly. I’m sure if you talk to him he’ll understand.”

“He doesn’t even remember me Jamie. I…I was an idiot for not listening to you guys when you said there was no way he was mine. I guess I just wanted to believe he was.”

“I don’t think you’re an idiot. And I never said it was impossible. Blaine…you lost control of your shifting because of him. I think that means something.”-Jamie said and the shorter boy looked at him gratefully.

“To me it did. But Kurt…he obviously didn’t feel the same.”

“You wanna know what I think?”-Jamie asked carefully.

“Sure.”

“I think he’s just as confused as you are. The only difference is…you have experience with this. You were a part of a pack since the day you were born. If what Andrew said about him was true then he really has no idea how things work around here. And Blaine…if…if he is your mate…then you know he’s special. So he probably never even considered the possibility.”-Jamie said and Blaine stared at him wide eyed and confused.

“You…you think that’s it?”

“I have no idea. But it could be.”

“So what do I do?”-Blaine asked the sweet Alpha that managed to get him to calm down.

“Talk to him I guess. Try to make things right. With all due respect you were a jerk to him this morning.”-Jamie snickered.

“I was, wasn’t I?”

“Pretty much yeah.”-Jamie laughed again but there was something off about his smile. It wasn’t as radiant as usually.

Blaine eyed him and realized it was time to slip into his First persona and help his pack member.

“Jamie…are you okay?”-Blaine asked and the boy smiled sheepishly.

“Is it that noticeable?”

“You hide it well. I just know you. What’s going on?”-Blaine asked scooting over so he could wrap his arms around his friend.

“I…I’m confused. It’s about another pack member and I don’t want to cause trouble but it hurts that he won’t talk to me and that he’s getting along so well with everyone but me and I don’t know if I did something wrong or he just plain hates my guts or…”

“Cameron doesn’t hate you…”-Blaine cut him off.

“How did you know I was talking about him?”

“Because I see the way he acts around you. And I know you noticed it too. But trust me he has his reasons and I tried getting him to talk to you but he’s stubborn and a little but afraid. So give him time.”

“I want too…but it bothers me when he walks away every time I get near him, and he just mutters the answers to my questions with this quiet annoyed voice and I don’t know why.”-the blonde allowed Blaine to cuddle him and he wiped at his eyes furiously “I just want to be his friend.”

“That’s the problem.”-Blaine mumbled under his breath and Jamie frowned.

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing.”

“So should I talk to him?”-he asked.

“If you think it’ll help you understand then you can try. But as far as I know…I don’t think he’ll tell you what’s going on with him.”-Blaine answered truthfully and in that moment the door swung open and the rest of the boys started trickling in.

Cameron walked in and in an instant his eyes zeroed in on Jamie’s tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes and Blaine could hear his heart pummeling in his chest as he visibly fought with himself to stay away from his mate.

He sat as far away from them as he could, nails digging into the armrest and eyes blazing with worry and fear.

Blaine looked at him and mouthed “tell him” to the younger boy making him gasp and shake his head violently.

He was about to argue back silently when he noticed Blaine’s attention was elsewhere.

Blaine glued his eyes to the lean body that entered the room with Jon and Andrew. His gorgeous mate was smiling at the group of unfamiliar boys and Blaine soaked that smile like it was the last ray of sunshine the Earth would ever get.

Wes and David walked in and sat next to Thad calling the Warblers meeting open.

“Okay Warblers. No practicing today. As you can see we have a new member so we’ll go through the usual introductions.”-Wes banged the gavel and the boys suddenly stood up and formed three groups.

Kurt stood in the middle of the room alone and glancing at them confusedly. The only other person outside of the three groups was Blaine; amazingly, mouth wateringly smelling First of the pack that was also a huge asshole to Kurt, but the blue eyed boy couldn’t help but feel the need to stand closer and nuzzle his neck.

He glanced at Blaine imagining what it would be like to be held by those strong hands, to be owned by the glorious wolf he probably turned into when he noticed the hazel eyes were boring into his own and he scolded himself for allowing his mind to betray him like that.

Even if he were gay Blaine was not Kurt’s mate. He couldn’t be.

But he smelled so tempting…

“Okay so…Warblers…This is Kurt Hummel.”-Wes started and Kurt thanked him inwardly for snapping him out of his haze.

“Hi Kurt.”-there was a chorus of voices and it was clear they did it whenever they met a new person.

It also seemed they enjoyed it because as soon as they said it they broke into a fit of giggles and Kurt couldn’t help but play along with their AA analogy.

“Hi everyone. I’m Kurt and I’m a wolf. Obviously.”-he said and the giggled along with him making him relax and try to ignore the fact that a pair of hazel eyes roamed his body with a hungry look.

Blaine made him feel both uncomfortable and safe at the same time and it unnerved him.

“Kurt, these are the Warblers. Starting from the First this is Blaine Anderson.”-Kurt politely nodded but the boy decided to remain a jerk and he just glared at him with a weird glow in his eyes making Kurt blush and look away.

“The Alphas”-Wes pointed to the first group “Nick, Cameron and Jamie, the Betas David, myself, Jon and Jeff who you are free to mutilate later if that’s okay with Nick.”-Wes laughed and Jeff actually looked ashamed.

“I’m really sorry Kurt. I wasn’t feeling well last night and Nick forced me to sleep in and I forgot to tell him that I had to meet you. So basically it’s him you should mutilate.”-the blonde boy smiled cheekily and the shorter brunette Alpha gasped.

“Thanks a lot honey.”-he said and Kurt gapped at how lovey-dovey they acted without a single slur being thrown their way.

“And lastly we have the Omegas of the pack Trent, Ethan, Luke, Thad and Andrew.”-Wes finished.

“And me.”-Kurt added as an afterthought.

“Yaaaaay…more cuddles.”-Andrew fist pumped the air and they all rolled eyes at him.

“Like you don’t get enough cuddles as it is flea bag.”-Jon teased his brother who just grinned back.

“You’re just jealous because I’m all small and cute so everyone wants to cuddle me and you’re all big and scary.”

“Okay guys…we have a new kid here that needs some information so settle down.”-David took over and they all returned to their seats.

Kurt noticed that the entire pack seemed to naturally just gravitate towards Blaine. He was sitting in the far corner but even in their scattered positions they were all sort of facing him.

Kurt realized it was probably a pack thing. Being close to one another and their First. It seemed nice. Having that kind of bond.

“Kurt…there are a few things you should know. Although you are not officially a member of the Westerville pack since the oldest member of your family isn’t and you are bonded with him, while at school you’re a part of this pack. As such there are a few rules to follow. You don’t shift in front of the rest of the school, if you feel the need to you can spend the entire meeting wolfed out and no one will question your motives, you answer to Blaine if there’s any kind of trouble regarding the pack, for anything personal you can talk to whomever you feel the most comfortable around. One last thing. Pack secrets are sacred. If a pack member asks you to keep something to yourself you have to respect that no matter what the secret is. Do you have any questions or something to tell us?”-David finished and Kurt nodded heavily.

He had discussed this with his father and they both agreed he should tell them that he was a double Omega before they saw his wolf form. They figured it would be easier to explain while he was a human then to try and do damage control after the damage was already made.

“I…there’s something you should know about me. Well a few things actually. I have never been a part of a pack so if I mess up please be patient with me. I promise I’ll do my best. And the other thing is…I um…I’m a double Omega.”-he said quietly and lowered his head waiting for the inevitable storm of questions.

None came.

When he looked back up they were all staring at Blaine with their mouth wide open and grins swallowing their faces.

Blaine on the other hand only had eyes for Kurt and instead of the glare he sent him throughout the day this look was warm and Kurt basked in it.

They seemed more than okay with his announcement.

“Your blood status will not be an issue here Kurt. Trust us.”-Wes said this looking at Blaine and Kurt wondered what that was about.

The formality of the meeting watered down after that leaving them all to mingle and get to know each other eventually deciding to go outside while it was still partially sunny.

Everyone except for Blaine who excused himself and scurried off.

The rest of the afternoon found Blaine sitting by the window in his room watching Kurt talk to Trent and Andrew in the garden.

If there was any doubt in his mind about Kurt being his mate it all went away after his announcement in the meeting.

He was a double Omega. He was his balance, his completion.

His heart ached to be there with him, to talk to his friends while holding the beautiful boy close. He wanted to plaster himself over him until the smell of him was so potent on Kurt that everyone could feel it; he wanted everyone to know he was his and to stay away from him.

His heart hammered in his chest and all the bottled down anger and disappointment threatened to resurface and drown him.

He dug his nails into his palms to try and force the negative feelings out of his body even if it was just for a moment.

Outside Kurt laughed at something Andrew said and Blaine’s eyes flashed bright gold when the younger boy patted Kurt’s shoulder.

Kurt was supposed to take one look at him and fall into his arms, he would introduce him to his friends and his friends would adore his mate, his parents would be happy for him and the two of them could invite Kurt’s family to join their pack and they could all live together and love each other and be happy.

But the reality didn’t quite match the romance novel in Blaine’s head.

Blaine didn’t understand how their first meeting went so wrong.

He felt that Kurt reacted to him or his smell but he was obviously confused by it and he was determined to stay away from Blaine.

It hurt, but he could understand the confusion. He grew up thinking he’d never find a mate either.

And yet there he was; looking at the tall, perfect human being that was completely and entirely his.

And sure he had messed their meeting up. But he had time to fix it. And he was willing to do whatever it took to make it right.

Smiling to himself he tore away from the window and the now empty garden and went to bed; images of soft white fur and blazing blue eyes swimming behind his eyelids as sleep took him over.

He could feel cold hands gripping his fur. There was a draft swirling over him bringing a mixture of smells that made him feel scared and lost and dizzy. There was also a slightly recognizable and completely right scent underneath all of the wrong ones but once again he had no idea what it was.

He knew he had no time and no chance of running from the unfamiliar fingers that held him in place.
His body trashed around the bed as he tried to fight against the dream that plagued him and sleep peacefully. He knew he was failing when those fingers twisted in his fur and a rush of pain jolted through him like fire.

Desperate to find the way out he did the only thing he could think of.

His eyes flashed open; blinding blue glow lighting up the room. His limbs shortened and shifted until four lithe legs were standing on the ground holding the body of a panting white wolf.

He stood there, by his bed for a few moments trying to understand what woke him up, what scared him so badly.

His nose turned up trying to find that one smell that stood out against the others in his dream. It smelled sweet; kind of like cotton candy but with a hint of black coffee and chocolate muffins and home.

It made his fur stand on end as it washed over him, enveloping him in the comforting familiarity.

He sensed that smell before, he knew that he did. He couldn’t place it, he couldn’t identify it but he could feel deeply in the core of his being than his safety was next to the source of that smell.

Coming to a decision he pushed and scratched the door open, padding across the hauntingly empty hallways. He passed the deserted common room and a small kitchen turning into the hallway halfway across the school from his own room.

He had no idea what he was walking towards but it was familiar and pleasant and luring and he needed to be close to it as soon as possible.

The scent turned stronger and thicker and he broke out into a run craving the proximity.

When the smell turned numbing with strength he stood before a bedroom door tilting his head and distinguishing a soft breathing coming from inside the room.

His heart sped up as he approached the door and pawed at it gently hoping it would open as easily as his own did. When the hard wood effused to budge he let out a soft whine jumping on his back legs and scratching harshly; his long nails leaving white marks on the smooth surface.

His ears twitched at the sound of rustling coming from inside of the room and he picked up his whining and scratching desperate to be close to whoever was there.

 There was a sound of steps, and then an echoing click of a turning key, the gentle squeak of the door and then he was there.

Kurt brushed past him swishing his tail happily as he bounded across the room and hopped onto the bed curling up and shoving his head into the pillow.

He relaxed and exhaled loudly, squirming a few times before falling asleep with a gentle hand running through the soft fur behind his ears.

The next time he opened his eyes the sun beams were streaming into the room and his mind was decidedly human; relaxed, rested and completely aware of the fact that he was not in his own room and that he was not alone.

There were arms wrapped around him and there was a breath caressing the back of his neck softly.
The warmth was soothing and nice and he basked in it for a moment before moving.

He blinked against the haze covering his eyes and turned around slowly, careful not to wake whoever was in bed next to him.

His eyes fell onto the mop of sleep mussed black curls, the cutely scrunched nose and the pair of kissable lips pouting slightly when he jostled him turning around.

The smell of his body was strong and mind clouding and so so thick Kurt felt like choking.

Suddenly he realized what his wolf wanted last night and what he came looking for.

He craved that smell, he craved the comfort and the safety and the calm it brought.

In the moment of weakness and fear his wolf took him to Blaine.