It felt like he was holding the entire world in his arms. He could feel the familiar heartbeat echoing through the room, the intoxicating scent wrapped around him like a safety blanket, the feeling of impossibly soft, icy white fur beneath his fingers; it was Blaine’s personal paradise and he had every intention of making it last.

He was awoken by the sound of scratching on his bedroom door and a whining sound that threatened to break his heart.

He knew from the first second who it was.

He knew who was looking for him.

He knew who needed him.

And he knew that there was no way he would ever be able to turn him down.

So he got up from his bed and opened the door to find the most beautiful creature he had ever seen standing there, looking at him with huge, trusting blue eyes, begging to be protected.

The wolf padded into his room shivering and whining and settled himself onto Blaine’s bed pushing his button like, black nose into Blaine’s pillow as if he wanted to breathe him in; as if the smell alone made him feel better and less scared of whatever it was that drove him away from the safety of his own room.

Blaine stood there, looking at the tiny form curled in between his blankets and a soft smile pulled the corners of his lips. His bed would smell like him in the morning.

Biting his lip deep in thought Blaine pondered over his options as Kurt slept peacefully on his bed, his head buried under the fluffy pillow.

The way he saw it he had two options.

One, he could sleep on the sofa, wake up in the morning, pretend like nothing happened and let himself and Kurt go about their lives as if nothing had changed between them.

Two, he could listen to the thumping of his heart begging for him to wrap himself around that small, white form, thread his fingers through his fur and allow himself to sleep next to him till the sun woke them up and forced them to talk and confess their feelings for each other.

His analytic, logical, reasonable side was telling him to walk away; to leave Kurt to sleep through his fears and come to him when he’s ready and willing to accept all that Blaine had to give. But his heart, his soul, his wolf screamed for the closeness, his body ached to hold him and protect him and claim him, and never let him go.

In the end he knew he could never deny his wolf. It was growling inside of him, clawing at his skin and bones until he felt Blaine give in and climb into his bed again, easing his fingers through tufts of white and suddenly he was more alive than ever before.

He allowed himself to smile as he buried his nose into his neck and breathed him in deeply and intimately for the first time as sleep washed over him, interrupting his staring at his mate; the mate he never thought he’d find.

The small white wolf almost purred in his sleep as he inched closer to Blaine stealing his warmth and drowning in his smell until his dreams turned pink and peaceful and glittery again.

His mind let go of the scary images brought by being alone in an unfamiliar place with no one to turn to.

His body relaxed and, unnoticed by the blue eyed boy, shifted back into his human form, snuggling into the warmth next to him, basking in the feeling of a strong arm wrapped around his waist and soft, moist puffs of air against his neck.

He was safe, and peaceful.

Blaine held him tighter in his sleep, not noticing the fact that the body in his arms was a human one. He snuggled closer and placed a barely there kiss to the back of his neck; still asleep and unaware of the change they just went through.

He was happy, and home.

The next time he opened his eyes the sun was high up on the sky and the light was pouring from the cracks between thick curtains.

His arms were still filled with warmth and softness and he held it tighter, refusing to let go in fear it would disappear the second his hands stopped touching it.

His nose and mind were filled with that smell of forever he craved since the first time he felt it and he basked in it happy it was finally there, close to him.

He felt squirming and shifting and he frowned in his sleep trying to make the fuzzy feeling last longer.
But whatever it was that was in his arms clearly had no intention of actually calming down and he sighed, loosening his hold and cracking an eye open.

He was met with pools of shocked, bewildered blue and a beautiful face twisted in discomfort and confusion.

All of a sudden his hazy mind cleared up and the memories of last night flashed through him with an almost cruel force.

He went to bed determined to fix things with Kurt.

He fell asleep.

He was woken up by a sound of scratching on his door.

He found a white wolf in front of his bedroom.

That same white wolf barged into his room like he owned it and snuggled in his bed.

He fell asleep cradling that white wolf in his arms, feeling happier than he ever did in his life.

He woke up holding the human form of that same, tiny, white wolf in his arms.

He woke up next to Kurt.

Kurt, who was now huffing angrily and pushing against his chest, trying to get him to let him go.
Blaine blinked in confusion at the sudden despair he felt wafting from the other boy.

“My god will you let go of me already?”-there was annoyance in that angelic voice of his and Blaine snapped out of his haze, nodding and relaxing his hold on that slim waist when he felt a smack delivered to his chest.

He glared at Kurt and frowned.

“I’m letting go, no need to get violent with me.”-he bit back and the taller boy sprang out of his bed like he was set on fire.

“I’m getting violent? You were practically keeping me hostage.”-he said and ran a hand through his hair.

“Excuse me? Are you out of your mind?”-Blaine gasped because seriously. The boy who was so obviously his mate was also obviously insane.
 
“I’ve been trying to get out of there for 10 minutes.”-he snapped and turned his back to Blaine confused out of his mind.

He remembered seeking Blaine out and finding comfort in him. He remembered that the other boy let him in and allowed him to spend the night.

He remembered his fur being stroked, and his heart being calmed down and he remembered being safe.

But then he woke up and he had no idea why Blaine let him stay.

What was in it for him?

He ran a hand through his hair again and turned back to face the First when he caught him staring at him, all anger gone and replaced by understanding and comfort.

Blaine could tell Kurt was confused and he figured arguing would get them nowhere.

“Okay…look. Let’s…let’s sit over here and talk. How does that sound?”-he gestured to the sofa trying to get the situation back on track…a good kind of track. One where Kurt was calm and rational and listening to what Blaine had to say.

Because whether he wanted to or not he had to tell him what he was to him; what they were to each other.

He knew there was no way Kurt was going to be able to focus and actually function in this new environment if he had feelings he couldn’t explain.

He knew he would never be able to fit in if he was too busy fighting against his own cravings; cravings for Blaine.

Kurt eyed him carefully before realizing he really had no other option if he wanted to find out what exactly was going on there and what was wrong with him.

“Will you answer some of my questions?”-he quirked an eyebrow at him and Blaine chuckled at how gorgeous he looked like that…a challenging look in his eyes and a proud tilt of his head.

Blaine always thought that finding his mate would be different.

He pictured the white wolf would be somewhat like Andrew; small, cute, sweet and cuddly. Instead he got a bitchy beauty with a mouthwatering body and a sharp tongue that obviously had no intention of bowing to someone who outranked him.

And instead of being disappointed he felt pride swell inside of him and a small pang of admiration rushed through his veins when he saw the other boy strut confidently to the sofa, sitting gracefully next to him.

“I’ll do my best to answer any and all questions you have.”-Blaine nodded earnestly and Kurt folded his hands in his lap glancing at him curiously, contemplating what to ask first.

“Okay…why do I annoy you so much?”-he asked the first thing that was bothering him since the moment he stepped into that cafeteria.

“Wow…straight to the point huh?”-Blaine winced at his question wondering how the hell was he supposed to get out of that one.

“Yes well…I’m only young once so I’d rather not waste my time.”-he said with that cold tone of his and Blaine frowned, hating how it seemed it was reserved for him.

“You don’t annoy me Kurt.”-he said trying to convey just how honest he was about that.

“Riiiight. You just snarl at random people as a hobby.”-the blue eyed boy scoffed and Blaine actually smiled at that.

His mate was quite funny…even in his bitchy mood.

“Okay look…I can’t really explain my behavior until you know a few other things. So why don’t you ask the rest of your questions and we’ll get back to this one.”-he rubbed the back of his neck feeling the tension there.

“Fine…Why did you let me in last night?”-Kurt asked with a determination in his voice baffling Blaine.

“That one isn’t that much easier to answer….”

“Well what can you answer me?? Do you know what time it is? What color is the sun? What noise does a cat make? What exactly can you….”

“ENOUGH!!”-Blaine snapped and Kurt trembled from the power that voice held.

It crushed across his skin and etched itself into his pores making him whimper and blink at Blaine wanting nothing more than to obey and make him happy and proud of him.

It was like the Alpha has some sort of control over him; like he could make him fall to his knees and do his bidding as he pleased.

He looked at Blaine with wide eyes and found him with his eyes shut tightly and a frown on his gorgeous face.

He faltered for a second, wanting to comfort him but the sound of that command left him feeling like a peasant in front of a king and Kurt hated feeling like he was owned by someone; controlled by someone.

He pushed back against the tendrils of Blaine’s command that stuck to his skin and forced them up and away from his body; his mind reeling with the need to fight and remain independent and strong.

“You know what Blaine…forget about it. I thought we could have a civilized conversation and that I could actually get some sort of an explanation from you but you’re obviously so power starved that you can’t even talk to someone like a normal person. Well let me tell you something. You might be the all mighty First Alpha to the Warblers and whoever, but you are not mine. From now on just stay away from me and I’ll stay away from you.”-Kurt said angrily pushing past Blaine and stalking towards the exit eager to get away from him.

Blaine watched him walk away and his insides turned with anxiety. He couldn’t let him go while he still had no idea what he was to him.

He couldn’t let him think he hated him and that the only thing he wanted from him was to order him around and dominate him.

He needed Kurt to understand that they belonged to each other.

Grasping at straws he rushed after him, pushing the door closed and startling the other boy whose hand lingered on the knob, shaking slightly.

His entire body was trembling where Blaine had him trapped between the door and his own body.

“I am though.”-he whispered quietly.

“You are what?”-he asked without turning around, equally quiet.

“I am yours. Just like you are mine Kurt.”-he said taking hold of his hips and turning him around.

“What the hell are you talking about?”-Kurt asked anger still glimmering in his glasz eyes.

“I’m talking about the reason you came to me last night. And the reason I let you in. Why do you think it happened?”-he asked him crowding his personal space, numbing him with his scent.

“B-because you’re the Alpha. I’ve never belonged to a pack but my dad told me that the wolves are usually attuned to their First. He said they needed him and that they usually turned to him for help or comfort. I guess I felt scared in a new place last night and I came to find you. Is that why you let me in?”-he asked gasping when those hands tightened around his waist again pulling him closer.

“You’re not even close.”-he said nuzzling his neck, inhaling deeply and letting his scent pull him in “The wolves do need their First and he does mean a lot to them. For example they get antsy if they don’t spend some time with him at least once every day or two. But that doesn’t mean he’s the first person they will turn to if they are scared. They’ll go to their friends, or their parents…or their mate first.”

“What are you trying to say Blaine?”-Kurt gasped at the feeling of Blaine’s lips trailing along his neck, his breath scalding on his trembling skin.

“You came to me first Kurt. Your wolf found me. Kurt…you’re my mate.”-he said as he leaned forward to lock their lips together.

He closed his eyes ready to finally taste the lips of the one person designed for him.

He never expected to be pushed away and to look up and find Kurt with eyes brimming with tears, hands clenched tight into fists, and anger seeping through his skin.

“How dare you?”-he whispered angrily and Blaine actually flinched.

“Kurt…”

“SHUT UP! Do you think this is funny? Did you tell all your friends how much fun you’re gonna have with the white freak? Did you laugh?”-he let the tears spill down his cheeks, his skin pale and breakable.

“No, Kurt…”

“I said shut up Blaine. I can’t believe you would do this. Dalton was supposed to be a safe haven. My safe haven. I’ve been bullied for being gay, for talking like a girl, for dressing like one too…but I thought this school would be different. I thought I could find safety with people who were my own kind. And to have you stand there and use the one thing you know I’ll never have as a ways to mock me…”-he turned around and opened the door again “I hope it paid off. I hope I made enough of a fool of myself to make you laugh. Thanks a lot Alpha.”

With that Kurt ran out of the room leaving a baffled Blaine standing there looking like someone just punched him in the stomach full force, kicking the breath right out of him.

Kurt actually thought he was making fun of him.

He thought Blaine was mocking him for not having a mate.

He walked to the door and leaned against it, inhaling the last atoms of that heavenly scent before letting his own tears drop to the floor.

Cameron was pacing his room feeling like someone was constantly pouring cold water down his back. Since the moment he walked into the choir room yesterday and saw Jamie crying he couldn’t find peace anywhere.

His wolf was whining, begging to go and find the other boy but his cries were half hearted.

It felt like he was finally coming to realize Jamie would never belong to him.

Cameron knew it from the start but the alpha in him just craved to have him. And the more the wolf fought to be close to him, the more that Cameron stayed away.

He knew he had a choice. He could talk to Jamie and tell him that he was his mate and see where that would take him, or he could stay away, and let the other boy figure it out (or not) when he matured and sensed his own mate.

Being almost forced into an untrue mating Cameron knew what his decision would be. And he distanced himself.

The first few months were the hardest.

He was fighting against a part of himself that needed, demanded Jamie’s closeness, his touch, his smell.

Over time it became easier and easier to look the other way when other Warblers touched him, he didn’t feel the need to kill them whenever they hugged him, he didn’t hate Andrew when he would curl up in Jamie’s lap and snuggle close to him.

He just didn’t feel any of it anymore.

And after a while he realized why.

He made peace with the thought that the one he loved more than anything in the world would never love him back. And as hard as it was to know that, it also made his existence easier.

Hope was probably the cruelest and unnecessary thing he could have at a time like that.

So he let go of it. He let the last shred of hope he still harbored go and he let Jamie go.

He loved him, more than life. And if asked he would willingly give his life to make Jamie happy and safe. But he didn’t hope anymore.

He had no rights to.

But just because he let go didn’t mean he could stand seeing him cry. He wanted to rip apart the person who made him sad; who dimmed that sweet, sunshiny smile he had that was so warm and comforting.

He fought harder than ever before to stay in place and not wrap himself around him and kiss the tears away.

He saw Blaine almost ordering him to tell Jamie the truth and he felt his stomach turn when he realized he almost wanted that to be the First’s command; one he could never ignore or disobey.
He realized he wanted to be left with no other choice but to tell Jamie what he was to him; what he felt for him.

It was the worst feeling he ever felt somehow.

Because he knew it would hurt Jamie. And he hated that thought.

Running a hand through his short hair he went to find something to take his mind off of Jamie when a knock scared him half to death.

Jumping three feet in the air he clutched the edge of his desk to stop himself from toppling over it before taking a deep breath and freezing in place.

He knew that smell.

He could recognize it between a million other wolves and a million miles away.

Sweet, minty, powerful and strong. And his.

Jamie.

He waited a minute, hoping the other boy will figure out he wasn’t in his room and walk away.
But no such luck.

“Cam…Cam come on I know you’re in there.”-came a pleading voice and Cameron moved to the door placing both palms flat onto the wooden surface, wishing with all he had he could touch Jamie like that.

“Please…please Cam I just need to talk to you.”

“Go away Jamie. I don’t want to talk to you right now.”-he said as his heart shattered all over again. God he wanted him close so badly.

How did he ever think he was okay with not having him? How could he ever exist without wanting him?

“What did I do wrong Cam? Just tell me and I’ll fix it I promise.”-Jamie said and he felt like dying would be less painful at that moment. He loved him with all he had; all that he was and would ever be.

“You did nothing wrong James. I just…I can’t….”

“I just want to be your friend. Can you just…open the door and let me in. I hate not seeing you while I’m talking to you.”-he pleaded and Cameron rested his forehead against the door, his hands still dreaming of breaching through the wood and touching his own piece of heaven.

But there was no way…no hope at all.

“Please Jamie…just...just please go away.”-he whispered and he heard a thump that made him close his eyes and blink away the tears.

He knew that Jamie had a temper and that the usually sweet and calm exterior broke sometimes, reminding everyone that he was in fact an Alpha.
Cameron could feel it now. His smell got stronger, more powerful and the thump just proved it.
He kicked the door with his foot as hard as he could manage.

“This isn’t over Cameron. You can’t stay locked in that room forever. And I can wait.”-Cameron heard him say before he felt his scent fade and the sound of his heartbeat dulled and disappeared.

He slid down the door feeling like his own heart could probably stop beating any minute.

He let him go again.

Kurt ran out of Blaine’s room tripping over his own trying to get as far away as he could.

He wanted his name to stop spilling from Blaine’s lips as he called after him, he wanted his scent to leave him alone and he wanted the pain and the embarrassment the cruel joke left behind to fade away.

He reached the small alcove somewhere inside of the school and threw himself onto the wide, wooden window sill wrapping his arms around his chest to keep himself from falling apart.

One day.

He lasted one day without someone making fun of him.

What hurt the most was the fact that none of the slushies or locker checks or dumpster tosses or actual punches felt as bad as this.

He thought he had found a place where he could be himself without being judged or ridiculed.

But as it turned out there was something about him that just forced people to make fun of him; to use him as a punch line for their own entertainment.

Burying his face in his hands he let out a quiet sob and his shoulders shook with the force of his tears.
He hated being week but he couldn’t hold himself together anymore.

“You know…tears don’t belong on a face like yours. It’s made to be happy.”-a voice sounded from behind him and he jumped off the window turning around and finding a tall, black haired boy smiling at him kindly.

“I…I’m sorry I thought I was alone.”-Kurt stammered and shuffled on his feet feeling exposed and uncomfortable.

“You were. I’m just nosy. So…who do I have to injure?”-the boy asked again and sat on the window patting the spot next to him.

“What do you mean?”-Kurt asked as he reluctantly took his old seat.

“Well someone made you sad. That someone deserves an asshole of the year award. You’re way to pretty to cry.”-he said and Kurt gaped at him.

“Thanks…um…”-he eyed the boy curiously.

“Daniel. I’m Daniel. But you can call me Danny.”-he smiled sincerely and Kurt found himself smiling back.

“I’m Kurt.”

“Well nice to meet you Kurt. You’re new at Dalton right? I would have remembered those eyes if I had seen them.”

“Um…yeah…I’m new…Monday is my first day.”-Kurt answered scooting away from the boy carefully.

He was nice and seemed friendly. But there was something about him that made Kurt want to be away. Somehow he didn’t feel right.

He sniffed the air and realized the boy wasn’t a wolf. But Kurt had human friends and he never felt like he wanted him to stay away.

“Oh…well I hope you like Dalton. We could grab a coffee together sometimes if you want. I can show you around.”-the boy offered and smiled placing a hand on Kurt’s shoulder gently.

He was about to nod and accept the offer when a vicious growl sounded from behind them and Kurt jumped at the sound turning around and locking eyes with glowing gold and amber hidden behind a dark frown and a possessive glint in them.

He flinched and backed away colliding with the wall behind him as he watched Blaine glare at Daniel his eyes blazing with jealousy.

There was a sound of footsteps running towards them and all of a sudden Jon, Nick and Jeff came from behind Blaine grabbing his arms and pulling him towards them.

Jon stepped up in front of Daniel and shielded his view of Blaine.

“I would walk away if I were you.”-Jon said seriously and the boy glanced at him curiously.

“What’s going on here? What the hell is wrong with him?”-he asked pointing at Blaine who was still growling at him furiously.

“That doesn’t concern you. Now go.”-Jon said again, this time more firmly.

“You know what…I don’t think so. Kurt and I were just getting to know each other.”-he said smugly and all hell broke loose.

Blaine snarled at him ripping away from Jeff and Nick’s hold. His nails snapped out and the golden glow of his eyes turned almost red with anger.

Black fur started littering the visible skin and the rest of the Warblers watched in panic as he started shifting in front of someone who wasn’t allowed to see him like that.

Jon grabbed Daniel’s shoulders and spoke directly to his face.

“If you like being alive….GET. LOST.”-he snapped and pushed the tall boy out of the alcove standing in the archway and blocking the view of a terrifying black wolf that was ripping his way out of Blaine’s body.

Kurt stood glued to the wall, watching as those familiar golden eyes turned even more familiar as their glow came full force at him.

He knew that fur and that color and that smell.

God, how was he so stupid not to realize.

Blaine was the wolf from the woods.

Blaine was the one who saved him and protected him.

Blaine was his.

And he was standing in front of him, in the middle of the school…almost completely wolfed out.

“Oh god what do we do? Someone’s gonna see him. Get Andrew…right now.”-Jon was pacing back and forth angry and scared and nervous.

“He doesn’t need Andrew.”-Jeff said softly.

“What? How…”

“Just watch!”-Nick said knowing full well what a mate could do for his other half.

Jon turned around and his eyes widened at the sight.

Blaine was walking towards Kurt, his shift completed and the blue eyed boy knelt down to meet him halfway.

The black wolf approached him slowly and bowed his head, nudging his palm with his nose.

Kurt lifted his hand and trailed it across the soft fur under his chin.

He had a mate. Blaine was his mate.

A sob escaped him and a lone tear rolled down his porcelain cheek.

The wolf looked up and lapped the salty drop with his tongue.

Kurt lowered his head and rested his forehead against the wolf’s locking blue with golden.

It felt like coming home, and wearing a shirt that smelled like someone you love, and coming inside a warm house after being out in the cold for hours.

It felt right.

Kurt looked around and shook his head realizing they were still standing in the middle of the school, where anyone could walk by and see them.

He glanced at Jeff in panic silently asking for help.

“Bring him back Kurt.”-Jeff said and Kurt frowned in confusion.

“Just follow your instincts. Trust me you’ll know what to do.”-the blonde Beta said and leaned against his mate who held him closer.

There was something magical about watching them finally find each other.

Kurt looked back at the black wolf who was now wrapped around him protectively, acting like a shield between him and the rest of the world.

And Kurt felt safe.

He felt protected, and grounded and loved.

And he knew what to do.

He cupped the wolf’s head with his palms bringing it up to meet his eyes.

Fighting not to blink he looked at him and brought their foreheads together again.

“Come back to me.”-he whispered softly and the wolf blinked and disappeared in a matter of seconds leaving Kurt cupping Blaine’s cheeks stained with tears and worry.

It was him.

Kurt smiled through his tears and brushed his thumbs under Blaine’s eyes.

“Hi.”