Lying in Blaine's arms was the most natural thing in the world. The way his palms splayed on his back, the way his chest rouse and fell with each breath he took, the way his heart thumped calmly underneath his ear.

The two of them ignored the rest of the pack after Blaine shifted back. Instead Blaine took Kurt by the hand and with a soft but possessive growl dragged him away from the corridor that held way to many scents that threatened to seep into Kurt’s skin and mark him.

Plastering himself as close to him as he could Blaine took him back to his room and with the last remains of his wolf like self, nuzzled his neck as he lowered him on his bed and crawled over him, settling on his chest and covering him completely.

Kurt gasped at the sudden weight pressing down on him. He squirmed and panted trying to free himself.

Apart from his father, nobody has touched him like that in years and he wasn’t sure how comfortable he was with the sudden invasion of personal space.

But Blaine seemed blissfully unaware of his mate’s problems because he buried his nose into his neck and inhaled deeply drowning himself in the scent of the one he was meant to belong to for the rest of his life.

The change in his position brought his gel free curls right under Kurt’s nose and the next inhale hit him straight in the heart.

Blaine was his.

He had a mate.

He belonged to someone and someone belonged to him.

His body instantly relaxed and allowed Blaine to consume him and envelope him and keep him there, trapped under his own body as he wished.

He was willingly giving his all to Blaine and in returned he was receiving all of Blaine.

For anyone who might be watching from the outside they were one; the same person, the same heart, the same soul.

The fit together.

They belonged together.

Blaine carded his fingers through his hair and flipped them over until he was lying on his back and cradling Kurt in his arms, his head resting on the Alpha’s chest.

“God it feels good to hold you like this.”-Blaine sighed humming quietly as he ran his hand down Kurt’s sides, making him dizzy.

“Feels good to be held.”-Kurt answered with a small smile and a blush sitting high on his cheekbones.
It did feel good. And it felt like it was where he was supposed to be his entire life.

But it also confused him.

He was raised to believe he had no mate. He was raised to believe he was a mistake in the eyes of every single pack in existence.

So how was it possible that this magnificent wolf that was now cradling him closer to his chest belonged to him?

What was it that made him deserving of having someone like Blaine?

Confused and thrown out of the loop he snuggled closer to Blaine, seeking his strength and wondering how exactly had he managed to survive all the years without the strong whisper of the alpha’s blood in his ears.

It soothed his fears and tamed the waves of panic and anxiety.

It lulled him to safety softly and carefully; like a mother’s lullaby does to a child.

“I can hear you thinking.”-Blaine chuckled and hooked his fingers under Kurt’s chin to tip his head towards himself “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong. Everything is perfect. That’s…that’s kind of the problem.”-Kurt said as he pushed himself up and sat on the bed facing Blaine.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m a double Omega Blaine. I’m sure you’ve heard me say it in front of the Warblers. I…I’m not supposed to have a mate. There’s no such thing as a double First. It’s never happened.”-Kurt huffed with an exasperated sigh.

“Are you telling me I’m lying or that I don’t exist? ‘Cause let me tell you if it’s the latter my parents are in for a huge surprise.”-Blaine chuckled again but his smile fell at Kurt’s scowl.

“This isn’t funny. Everything I ever believed to be true kind of fell apart right in front of me. I just don’t think I know how to deal with it. And what I’m I gonna say to my dad. “Hi dad I have found my mythical mate on my first day at Dalton, have a nice life and thank you for lying to me for almost 18 years” just doesn’t seem like the best way to approach the topic. And what are your parents gonna say. You picked up a stray wolf and claimed him without actually talking to them. And the Warblers are gonna…mphs…”-he mumbled when a broad palm slapped over his mouth and cut off his rant.

“You’re rambling, Snowflake.”-he said with a teasing voice and Kurt bugged his eyes at him, looking appalled.

“Excuse me…Snowflake? Really?”-he said as he pealed Blaine’s hand off his lips, licking them afterwards and tasting the sweetness of his skin.

“Yup…you’re the most beautiful thing I have ever seen and the most unique one. So…Snowflake.”-Blaine grinned cheekily.

“Compliments will get you everywhere Anderson.”-Kurt said, rolling his eyes but his lips quirked just a tiny bit.

“So you like it then?”-Blaine said as he bounced up and down on the bed excitedly.

“I may or may not think it’s somewhat, kind of, sort of, just a little bit cute.”-Kurt said as he twined his fingers with Blaine’s again.

“I can work with that…Snowflake.”-he teased again and Kurt smacked his arm lightly.

“Don’t push it.”

“Sorry.”-Blaine said with a soft smile and eased himself back down pulling Kurt to him again.

It felt like he couldn’t be next to him without touching him. It was like he was addicted to him.
But he couldn’t bring himself to care.

Kurt smelled like everything that’s good and pure and perfect in the world and he smelled that way only for Blaine.

“What happens now Blaine?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean how do we say this to people without being laughed at?”

“Kurt…why would we be laughed at? Wolves find their mates every day. There’s nothing wrong or funny about it.”

“How am I supposed to believe that Blaine? All my life I’ve known I’d be alone for the rest of my life because my mate didn’t exist. And he didn’t exist because in the eyes of the pack my father belonged to I was a mistake…a freak of nature…a fluke that was best being forgotten and never repeated again.”-Kurt said his eyes brimming with unshed tears and desperate wish to understand the sudden changes in his world.

“Kurt I’m gonna do something now…and then you’ll tell me if it feels wrong okay?”-Blaine said as he shushed his rambling and cupped his cheeks in his hands.

“W-what are you gonna do?”-Kurt asked, feeling his heart stuttering from the closeness of the other wolf.

He could play it cool, and be the bitchy Omega he was grown to be, but Blaine was his mate and his blood soothed him the way nothing else did.

The power rolled off of Blaine in crushing waves and Kurt felt his resolve crumble as his walls shrunk and left him exposed and uncovered; Blaine’s to take and claim and own.

“I’m gonna kiss you.”-Blaine whispered, puffing his breath across Kurt’s damp lips and he felt his lower lip tremble with desire and anguish.

“I…I’ve never been kissed before.”-he said blushing prettily.

“Good…I don’t think I’d like the thought of someone touching what’s mine.”-Blaine growled and pulled Kurt towards him brushing his lips with his own; not kissing him, just allowing himself to feel the smoothness and the softness of those pretty pink lips.

Kurt gasped at the sudden touch leaning in and chasing after Blaine who started pulling back before cupping his neck and kissing him properly; Kurt’s first real kiss.

He could feel the strength of the kiss pull him under.

Blaine’s lips were strong and dominating and almost cruel in the way they made Kurt melt against them and surrender.

He never thought he could feel like that; like a simple press of lips against lips could make him bow down and give in.

But he was.

He leaned into Blaine and relaxed against him allowing him to take whatever he wanted from him.

There was a loud hum running through his hazy mind and a tingle cursing up and down his spine and every single thing that ever felt wrong or lacking in his life was suddenly there, feeling so right and special as he let Blaine truly take him and make him his own.

Because that’s what he was meant to be since the day he was born.

Finally facing the fact that there was nothing wrong with them and that they were the real deal Kurt started kissing back, giving just as powerful as he was getting.

He lifted himself off the bed and climbed into Blaine’s lap, unconcerned about the fact that they knew each other for a few days only and that he had zero experience.

Blaine’s smell and the feeling of his power around him made him dizzy and he clutched at his hair kissing back and moaning gently against his lips.

It was like he had no worries in the world, no insecurities and no questions.

Everything he was belonged to Blaine, his mate, his Alpha, and in that moment Kurt knew that he would always be like that with Blaine; unstoppable, unlimited, un restricted and, in all of that freedom, completely safe.

Blaine moaned surprised when he found himself with a lapful of Kurt, feeling his warmth against his body, Kurt’s hands digging into his curls and his heavenly lips rivaling the ferocity of his own while he kissed him and clutched him in his arms.

His nails lengthened and he felt his wolf clawing his way to the surface at the exact same time his nails ripped Kurt’s shirt covering the small of his back and he felt the light dusting of fur beginning to appear.

It seemed as though Kurt was in a worse position than he was because while Blaine still had his wolf under control, Kurt was whining low in his throat and clawing at Blaine’s neck and back, eyes blazing and skin heating up.

Blaine knew that they were reaching a point where Kurt would be too far gone to think rationally and he concentrated on sending a soothing feeling towards Kurt to try and stop him from shifting.

When he felt the slight tingle of Kurt’s caving running through his veins Blaine softened the kiss and, threading a hand through soft hair he pulled Kurt face away, finding him embarrassed and blushing, panting against his lips that were still way too close to Blaine’s.

“You’re mine.”-Blaine said with a conviction that sent shivers down the lithe body on his lap.

“I am.”-Kurt whispered, knowing beyond doubt that it was the truth.

“I’m your mate.”-Blaine growled possessively again and Kurt gasped, sending a dizzying breath directly into Blaine’s mouth.

“I know.”-he nodded clutching the front of his shirt in his fists and plastering himself closer.

“Did that feel wrong to you? My lips on yours? My hands on you? My smell? Did any of it feel wrong?”-Blaine’s voice was like a drug, low, raspy, seductive and Kurt knew he would never be able to deny him anything.

“No…everything that you are was made for me. I could…I could feel my wolf begging me to let you have him…”-his eyes widened as he remembered something “…and…oh god…oh god I let him take over…Blaine I’m so sorry…I didn’t…”

“Stop that! Stop apologizing. It was so so sexy to see you like that. So free, and responsive and…mine…god Kurt it was the most addictive sight in the world…you losing control for me. You were beautiful…no you ARE beautiful. Come here.”-he said as he stood up with Kurt still wrapped around him and lowered them onto the bed so they were facing each other.

Blaine was looking at him like he was the most prized possession in the world and Kurt couldn’t quite fathom that that look of pure adoration and devotion was for him.

“Is it always going to be like this?”-he asked quietly.

“Like what?”-Blaine asked with a small frown.

“Me unable to control myself? You feeling like home to me? The heat and the desire and the need to be close to you?”

“We’ll get used to each other. Your wolf will realize that I already own him and he’ll remain inside until you call him. The rest of it…yes…it’ll always feel like this.”-Blaine ran his fingers down his cheek.

“I…I don’t think I’ll survive feeling this much every second of every day.”-Kurt chuckled softly.

“I think it’s worth it. You’re worth it.”-Blaine said leaning in and kissing him again.

They gazed at each other, feeling like their lives were intertwining right before their eyes as Blaine caressed Kurt’s cheeks and arms and back and pecked his lips every few seconds.

Kurt leaned into his every touch like he couldn’t help himself but do just that and his eyes snapped open looking at Blaine warily.

“Blaine…I…I don’t want this to come out the wrong way but…I don’t want to lose myself in you. I don’t want to be owned or controlled by you.”-he said quietly and Blaine frowned.

“Kurt…that’s not the way this works.”

“It’s not?”

“No…I belong to you just as much as you belong to me. I’m under you control just as much as you are under mine. I’m yours Kurt. Completely yours.”

“But how?”-he asked and the Alpha frowned again realizing how scarce the knowledge of the pack and mating that Kurt had was.

“What you did in that corridor today. The way you brought me back…nobody else can do that for me but you.”

“I thought any Omega can do it.”-Kurt said confusedly and Blaine bolted up into a sitting position gapping at him.

“Kurt…exactly how much do you know about mating and being in a pack and all that?”

“Um…next to nothing I think. My dad was always bitter about what his old pack did to him to and my mom to talk about it and they figured talking about mating to someone who’s never going to have that was a bit cruel so they didn’t. Why?” –he scrunched his nose adorably and Blaine had to kiss the tip of it before answering.

“Because what you think is not what truly happens. Just because I’m an Alpha doesn’t mean I control you. I don’t own you any more than you own me. A random Omega could calm me down enough to make my wolf want to change and to make my wolf decide to shift back on it’s own. With you…with you I have no choice. You wanted me to shift back and I had to do it. The same goes for when you want me to calm down, to take a break from First’s business, and everything else that’s connected to my wolf. It listens to you. Kurt the moment we find our mates our wolves pretty much stop being ours. The beautiful double Omega that you are is now mine. And the Alpha in me is all yours.”-he said looking as emotions flickered on his mate’s gorgeous face as the new information sunk in.

“Oh…wow…I never knew that. I thought that…since I’m an Omega you’ll just sort of make me bow to you and become quiet and obedient and stuff. I don’t really want that.”-he said eyeing Blaine carefully.

“You got it backwards. Most of the lower ranked wolves are like that before they mate. The safety they get from their bond helps them become stronger, more confident. Before he met his mate Andrew was the shyest and the quietest person alive. Now we can’t get him to shut up.”-Blaine laughed before adding “Besides…I quite like your inner diva.”

“Well thank you. I like my inner diva too.”-Kurt smiled back as they settled back down on the bed letting the silence wash over them and comfort them.

“Blaine…will you tell me about the pack?”-Kurt asked after a while.

“Sure…what would you like to know?”

“Oh…lots of things…um…okay…how is it that you’re the First if you’re still in school?”-Kurt asked the first thing that came to mind.

“Well I’m not really the First of the entire pack. My dad is…well both my parents actually. They run the Westerville pack. But since Dalton is a boarding school and we spend most of the time away from the real First my leadership hormones, so to speak, sort of kicked in. I act as the First for the teenage generation of the pack while we’re away from home. I don’t know if you know this but teenage pack wolves need to spend time with their First on regular bases or else they start feeling kind of antsy and restless. Hence the need for me to take over.”-Blaine explained as simply as he could, hoping that Kurt understood.

“Makes sense. Okay but how is it possible for both your parents are Firsts? I thought there was only one.”

“To explain that I’s have to explain a lot of our history. You sure you want to hear it?”-he asked and Kurt nodded, snuggling down onto his chest and wrapping an arm around Blaine’s waist.

“Okay…um…I don’t even know how to start explaining.”-he chuckled and Kurt jabbed him in the ribs to prompt the beginning of the story.

“Okay so the first thing you should know is that there were more of us in the past. Like…a lot more. And things weren’t always as strict as they are now. We were free to love who we wanted, free to be in love and in control of whom we love. Wolves fell in love with people as much as they did with each other. We weren’t living in packs and we didn’t have ranks. We were just living and our existence wasn’t a secret. People accepted us. It was considered to be a great honor to be chosen as a mate of a wolf. And to be turned as a result was something people dreamed about. Imagine being loved so devotedly, so honestly and powerfully. People wanted that. And they respected us and the bond that some of us formed with them. And then as everything that’s perfect usually does it all went to hell.”-Blaine said bitterly.

“What happened?”-Kurt frowned.

 “People who spent their lives pining over wolves started getting jealous of the ones that were chosen to be mates. They wanted to ruin the sacred bonds and they were willing to do whatever it took. They started to accuse us of attacking them, they started saying how the people who were turned because they were mated were in fact kidnapped and forced into living with us…anything they could to make us look bad. And so the hunting began. We were decimated. Forced to hide and cover our tracks. Naturally we gravitated towards each other for protection and support. The first packs were messy because everybody wanted different things and everybody wanted to fulfill their own interests. But wolves are nothing if not adaptable. The force of so much power and magic changed our way of thinking…of existing. It was like nature provided us a way to exist in harmony. The three ranks formed on their own; one made to posses what the others didn’t have…The Alphas the strive to win and lead and protect, the Betas to reason and balance and the Omegas to care and soothe and calm. The harmony was a beautiful thing but there were some who took it too literally.”-Blaine tried to explain as best as he could hoping it would be enough for Kurt to understand.

“You mean how they don’t want to allow mating inside the same rank?”-he asked and Blaine nodded.

“They concluded that mating inside your own rank was forbidden. They said it made it impossible to balance the mated couple and a couple like that threw the entire pack out of balance. But as you are now aware it’s not all black and white. Mating inside your own rank is rare because your blood seeks the difference of the other ranks. However, every now and then there is a mating of the same ranks and with proper care and a supportive pack they can function just as well as any other mated couple. For example if two Omegas mated they will be unable to provide each other the necessary strength and power an Alpha could give them. But that doesn’t mean they can’t be together. It just means that they need to spend more time with someone of the higher rank and form a really close bond with them. That person is what we call a source of power. The relationship they share with the Omegas they care for is not sexual or romantic. It exists only to help and support. And it works. I know it works. My parents know it works.”-Blaine said with a soft smile.

“How do they know?”-Kurt asked, his voice laced with awe and wonder.

“They met when they were kids. They belonged to two different packs but their parents, both of my grandmothers were the Firsts in their own packs, were pretty close so they met when their power was still latent. They became good friends and as the time went by they started falling for each other. They kept their feelings to themselves because they knew they were both meant to be Firsts and it wasn’t right. But they matured and the moment they saw each other after they reached their maturity they knew they belonged together. I honestly don’t know if there was ever another couple of Firsts who sensed each other but as far as we know my parents were the only ones who ever acted on it. They were determined to make it work as best as they could. At the age of 18 and 16 they were disowned and left to fend for themselves.”-Blaine choked a bit and Kurt lifted his head from his chest to kiss away the creases on his forehead, cupping his cheek.

“You don’t have to talk about it anymore if you don’t want to.”

“No, it’s okay. You should know. Anyway they decided to find others. Others like them. They traveled around and found a lot of couples who were alone because of who they mated with. And somehow the need to belong won and they formed a pack. My mom and dad, Jeff’s dads, he’s adopted, and a few others. Soon their friends decided to support them and they joined…like Nick’s mom who’s my aunt. She told her parents to go to hell and went after her brother. And sooner than they know it the pack grew bigger and stronger and it became sort of like a sanctuary for the ostracized. We accept people, we care for them. And we make sure they get what they need. My parents have a really close bond with Jon and Andrew’s mom who’s an amazing Omega. She comes by our house every day to spend an hour or two with the two of them, giving them the feeling of a softer, calming power to tide over the strength they get from each other. She’s amazing and it works really well. I think that’s why I always responded to Andrew the best. He was always the one who could calm me down.”-he finished and Kurt tensed at the mention of the younger Omega, jealousy spreading through him like wildfire.

It scared him how ferocious he felt but in a matter of seconds he turned around and pinned Blaine to the bed, eyes glowing a startling blue.

“Mine!”-he growled and the confusion Blaine felt melted away as he rolled them over to cradle Kurt back in his arms.

“Andrew is a friend. I’m yours. Only yours.”-he whispered softly and watched as Kurt shook the haze from his eyes away looking at him confused.

“What the hell just happened to me?”-he asked and Blaine chuckled.

“Your wolf protested the thought of Andrew being my Omega.”-Blaine smiled and kissed his lips again.

“Oh…well for once I agree with him.”-he glared at Blaine and the older boy laughed.

“Nobody can replace you. Ever again.”

“Good.”-Kurt smiled back and relaxed thinking back on what he just learned “Blaine…that story…it’s amazing. Your parents are so brave.”

“Yeah they overcame a lot. But they made it their mission to form a pack that will be welcoming to everyone. They share the power, they respect each other and the rest of the pack, they do their best to provide the right kind of environment for every couple and every wolf. And it works. It works better than either one of them thought it would.”

“I hope they like me.”-Kurt voiced his concern quietly when he realized Blaine’s parents were amazing and that their approval would mean a lot.

“How can they not like you Snowflake? You’re just the right amount of pretty to make my mother swoon and the right amount of snappy and loud to make my dad respect you. You’ll do just fine.”-Blaine smiled “In fact…how about we go over there to meet them sometimes this week?”

“Um…if we have to.”-Kurt said with a scared voice.

“Kurt they will adore you. I promise. The rest of the pack too.”

“I have to meet the whole pack??”-Kurt screeched.

“Eventually yes. And don’t worry. The Westerville pack is it’s own brand of crazy so as long as you act like you’re deranged yourself you should be good.”

“But…I’m not really crazy.”-Kurt said with a cute little bitch glare.

“You almost bit me for mentioning my friend.”-Blaine said matter of factly.

“Hey!! You said it was my wolf not me.”

“And you said you agreed with it.”

“Yeah sure…use my words against me.”-Kurt huffed and Blaine scooped him up in his arms again.

“I like it when you’re jealous.”

“It’s a family trait.”-Kurt said grinning evilly.

“Really? Who else is jealous?”-Blaine asked curiously.

“My dad. And he’s really protective over me. Has a shotgun and all.”-he trailed off as Blaine’s eyes bugged out.

“I don’t have to meet him right?”

“Sure you do. And don’t worry. You’re just the right amount of a pack member for him to hate your guts and just the right amount of potentially using his only son for him to hate your guts…and then kill you. You’ll be fine.”-Kurt winked at him before extracting himself from Blaine’s arms “In fact I’m gonna go and call him now. I can get us invited to family dinner on Friday.”

Blaine looked after him waiting for him to come back and tell him he was joking but Kurt’s steps were getting further away and he realized he was serious.

Jumping to his feet he rushed after him like a crazy person.

“Kurt!! Wait…don’t call him…I don’t wanna die yet!!!!!”