“Hey Lottie. You coming to Dalton with us today?”-Natasha peeked into the small, single room to talk to her friend.

Lottie was awfully quiet since the last time they went to Dalton to spend time with the male part of the pack.

It was as if the usually sweet and funny girl retreated into herself refusing to talk to anyone.

She spent days on end locked up into her room, logged into Facebook, scrolling through someone’s pictures.

Natasha dared to ask who was it that occupied her thoughts but was met with a stone cold glare and a silence so deafening it made her insides turn as she hurried away from the blonde haired girl.

She left the issue alone since then but Lottie became even more withdrawn and it came to a point where she was completely detached from the world around her.

She ceased to be the smiley, perky girl they all knew and Natasha was becoming more and more worried as the days went by.

Her decision to talk to Blaine was sealed when she saw the feral look in her friend’s gray eyes at the mention of Dalton and their visit.

She bounced in her seat and for a moment she was the same old Lottie she remembered.

The look in her eyes was the only thing that was different.

Cold, harsh and frighteningly determined.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”-she said and smiled at Natasha who managed to cover up her cringe at the inhuman sound of her voice.

Frowning she nodded and repeated the time of their departure before hurrying out of the room and deciding to talk to Blaine as soon as they got to Dalton.

Was panic deadly?

Has anyone ever literally panicked so much they just dropped dead?

Because Blaine was pretty sure he was close to finding out.

He was sitting in the driver’s seat of his car, fingers wrapped tightly around the steering wheel, sharp nails denting the plastic and leaving harsh marks in it.

Tufts of fur were sprinkled on the backside of his palms and he was doing his best to just stay level headed and not give into the urge to shift and hide but there was a feeling pulling him under and he was letting it win.

His wolf was clawing his way to the surface to protect him and he decided it was rather comforting; the way the feral animal growled at the danger and warned it away from him, the way his muscles became strong enough to defend and destroy whoever came his way, the way his teeth sharpened and stood out in alert, ready to slash and rip…

But there was something pulling him back.

There was a smell that whispered to his freaked out mind, wiling him to stay, to fight, to win.

Pale fingers ran through the fur on the back of his neck and dipped under his shirt caressing heated skin and clawing at his flesh pleadingly.

Blaine’s mind reverted back to the more human level to feel soft, damp lips attaching themselves to his jaw, his cheeks, his neck, landing finally on his lips, prying them away from sharp teeth that were digging in so harshly, drops of blood were finding their way out from underneath.

“Please baby…please calm down. Come back. I need you. Please Blaine.”-there was a voice calling him and Blaine heard it.

He knew that voice was the most important thing in the world to him.

The lips forming those words were lips that belonged to him.

The fingers around his hand, and the body pressed against his own belonged to him.

But something was missing.

The voice was scared and shaky.

His mate wasn’t commanding, he was pleading.

And Blaine’s wolf could fight away the pleas.

But it couldn’t fight away the gentle but firm command that echoed in the small space only a moment after.

“Blaine…come back. Now.”-the white wolf inside of Kurt reached out and Blaine’s mind snapped, shoving the Alpha deep under his skin, pushing Blaine outside and putting him in control again.

The haze in his eyes cleared out and he returned the soft squeeze of Kurt’s fingers lightly, telling him that he was there again.

“Hi there Mr. Panic Attack. Welcome back.”-Kurt sassed and Blaine scowled.

“Shut up, Snowflake. This isn’t funny. In five minutes I could be dead.”-he said and it brought back the realization of where they were and what they were about to do.

Blaine’s sleek black car was parked one block away from Kurt’s home.

Kurt’s home where Kurt’s father lived.

Kurt’s father who was an intimidating, almost rogue, grown up wolf, and who had no idea that Blaine claimed his son without asking him first.

Walking into Kurt’s home was as safe for Blaine as it was for Lady Gaga to dive, head first, into a shark tank wearing her meat dress.

Kurt chuckled loudly and he realized he just said all of that out loud, his mind not helping at all with images of him mutilated, skinned alive and tossed into the fire by Burt Hummel.

“Blaine he’s not gonna kill you.”-Kurt said with a hint of exasperation in his voice because that was the millionth time they had had that same conversation.

“You don’t know that Kurt. He might.”-Blaine pouted and Kurt leaned in to tug at the plump lip with his teeth.

“Awww is my big bad Alpha scared?”-he said in a raspy whisper and Blaine growled in frustration.
“You actually want me dead don’t you?”-he accused and Kurt blinked innocently at him.

“Why I have no idea what you’re talking about.”-Kurt purred into his ear and Blaine actually chuckled at how amazing his mate was.

Sexy and sassy and confident and just plain distracting.

And as much as he wanted to bask in it he knew now wasn’t the time for them to get distracted.

“I’m not going in to meet your dad with a hard on Kurt, so knock it off.”-he said shoving Kurt’s hand away from his chest.

This time it was Kurt who stuck his lower lip out in an alarmingly sexy pout but he agreed to stay away for the time being, understanding how terrifying it all was for Blaine.

“I’m sorry. I know you’re scared and I keep teasing you about it.”-he said sadly and Blaine’s heart clenched at the sound of that small, timid voice he caused.

He turned around and pulled Kurt towards himself until the Omega was settled snugly into his lap.

“It actually help that you think my fear is funny. But I don’t really believe you when you say he won’t kill me.”

“Blaine, honey…you’re three times younger, faster and probably stronger than he is. I don’t think he’s a threat to you.”-Kurt said in a teasing voice frowning when Blaine’s expression turned appalled and disgusted.

“Kurt…do you really think I would hurt someone who means so much to you? God I don’t even want to imagine the resentment and the disappointment you’d feel if I ever did something like that.”-he said and Kurt stared at him in wonder.

“What if it was self defense? I mean surely you have an instinct to keep yourself safe.”-Kurt asked tightening his grip around his mate’s neck.

There was still that dying need to be as close to him as possible at any given moment.

“Baby…the second I found you the only instinct I have is to keep you safe. Nothing…not even my own life, is more important than that. Even if your father attacked me I wouldn’t do anything to harm him. You’d never forgive me. And I couldn’t live with that.”-he explained and Kurt gasped as the weight of his words hit him.

There was never a moment when he felt so treasured and wanted and loved than that second when Blaine admitted he would be willing to give up his own life for his happiness and safety.

But what Blaine so obviously missed was the fact that he was the key to that happiness.

He was the most important part of that recipe.

“I’d never forgive him for hurting you either. You’re just as important as he is.”-he said and the Alpha glowed at the praise and love.

Feeling empowered he opened the door and stepped outside with Kurt still in his arms giggling quietly.

“Let’s get this over with so I can go home and cuddle with you.”

“One more thing…”-Kurt said as he hopped out of Blaine’s embrace and laced their fingers.

“What’s that?”

“Back in the car…when I first called you back…you didn’t snap out of it right away like you did the first time.”-Kurt frowned.

“That’s because you asked me to do it. You gave me a choice. Mate or not if you give me a choice when I’m in the middle of a shift my wolf will be able to defy you. But your order…the imperative in your voice…it’ll never let me choose. If you order me back…I’ll come back. Every time.”-he said raising his hand to kiss his knuckles gently.

Kurt nodded in understanding and together they walked the last few steps to Kurt’s front door.

“Burt you need to calm down. He’s doing fine in his new school and he won’t get here any faster if you stay glued to that window. Set the table will you?”-Carole laughed gently at her distressed husband.

“I know he won’t I just can’t help it. I’ve had this really weird feeling in my gut since the day I left him there. Like…like I’ve lost him or something.”-Burt sighed addressing his fear one more time to his confused wife.

“Of course you haven’t lost him. He’s only two hours away and he’s coming home tonight to spend the weekend. He’s doing great. He said so himself.”-she tried to reason with him but nothing could destroy the feeling of loss and detachment in his chest.

He loved Carole and she was an amazing friend and the second love of his life.

Burt realized that he loved her a lot and that other than his Elizabeth she was the most important woman in his life.

She was kind and understanding and patient and loving.

But there was something she couldn’t understand.

She wasn’t a wolf and she couldn’t understand how hard it was for Burt to let Kurt be away from him.

How different the father-child bond was when animalistic instincts were at work.

How much more Kurt was to him than any child could ever be to their parents.

And how cold and empty that place in his heart where his son used to be felt since that day he left him at Dalton.

How utterly alone he felt.

And as much as he tried to figure it out and explain all of it to himself he just couldn’t.

He reasoned that he would be able to work things out once Kurt got there.

A sharp knock snapped him back and he realized his son was finally home.

He inhaled deeply and cringed when a feral growl ripped it’s way from his lungs and out his lips.

His son’s smell was soiled by a heavy, possessive, overpowering scent that Burt found strangely familiar.

It wrapped itself around his son drowning his sweet, submissive taste in a pool of power and ownership.

Crazy with anger Burt rushed to the door and ripped them open in one vicious pull that left them dangling, dangerously close to falling from the hinges.

His deep, blue eyes zeroed on Kurt’s pink tinted cheeks, the bite mark on the side of his neck and his pale finger wrapped tightly inside a broader, rougher, stronger palm.

Those same fingers trembled lightly and Burt felt himself snap at the sight of his son’s hand being squeezed reassuringly by someone he had never seen before.

“Dad…”-his son tried gently but all Burt could see was a dark haired, tan skinned imposter who was toying with his son’s feelings.

Not waiting for a proper introduction or explanation he charged forward and fisted the front of the shorter boy’s shirt, hauling him up and slamming his back against the wall roughly.

“DAD STOP…”-Kurt cried out but Burt vision was clouded with rage.

“Go to your room Kurt.”-he snapped back and Kurt grabbed his hand trying to release Blaine from his grip.

“No…dad let him go…Carole please help!!”-Kurt struggled against his father yelling desperately and fighting his own father who still held his mate up against the wall.

“I said go to your room. NOW!!”-Burt growled and Blaine locked his eyes with Kurt’s terrified ones pleadingly.

“Go baby. Please just go.”

“I’m not leaving you Blaine. Please dad let him go.”-Kurt tried again but his pleas were once again ignored.

“Kurt I won’t repeat myself. Go to your room!”-Burt growled and Blaine coughed lightly when the arms tightened on his chest.

“Go Kurt.”-Blaine said with a week voice.

“STOP ORDERING ME AROUND!!! BOTH OF YOU!!!”-Kurt screamed at them leaving them both speechless.

“Dad let him go.”-he growled and Burt stumbled back under the strength of his command.

“Now we’re gonna go into the living room, sit down and talk about this like grownups. And if someone will be hurt it’s gonna be by my hand if the two of you don’t start behaving.”-Kurt ordered and the two wolves shook off their shock following him into the living room both immersed in their own thoughts.

Blaine couldn’t help but feel proud and impressed with his mate for being so strong and commanding.

He also found his little power display insanely hot and he felt his cock twitch in his pants making Blaine squirm awkwardly and think of the time he caught Wes naked in the gym.

The older Warbler was his best friend since they were kids and the mere thought of him like that made Blaine lose all the interest in anything of the sexual nature in a second.

On the other side of the small coffee table Burt Hummel was slowly but surely coming to a conclusion that the feeling of loss was real all along.

His son didn’t belong to him anymore.

His son had a mate.

But weren’t they convinced it was impossible for him to have one?

Wasn’t that the thing they tried to explain to him since the moment they thought he could understand?

On the other hand…wasn’t that the thing he had wanted for his son the most?

Looking up he saw Kurt sitting next to the unfamiliar boy, holding his hand tightly and leaning against him with all the trust and belonging in the world.

He locked eyes with blue pools his son got from his beloved wife and waited for the explanation.

But before that he needed to know one thing.

“You’re the black wolf from the woods.”-he stated, not really asking…just putting the thought out there for them to either confirm or deny for him.

“Yes sir. I am. I’m Blaine.”-Blaine said and stood up from the sofa offering his hand to Burt who looked at it but did nothing to accept it.

The sight of Blaine’s disappointed face made Kurt’s heart die a little on the inside and he pulled him back towards himself taking his hand back into his own, frowning at his father.

“Dad…I know this is weird. It was weird for me too, trust me…But Blaine…Blaine is mine dad. And it would mean the world to me if you could just keep an open mind to hear us out.”-Kurt said and a shadow of shame shimmered on Burt’s face at the sound of sadness in Kurt’s voice.

But he couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that his son found a mate.

He couldn’t escape the feeling that this preppie looking boy was toying with Kurt’s heart; taking advantage of the fact that his son was alone and destined to stay alone.

“Kurt…I know you want to have someone just like everybody else. But with everything I know about wolves I just can’t trust him. I can’t help feeling that he’s using you.”-Burt said and Blaine growled at him in disgust.

The mere thought of him hurting Kurt like that made him sick.

“Sir, with all due respect, you don’t really know anything. I’m sure you know that Westerville pack is led by two Firsts?”-he asked and Burt glared at him in offence but nodded none the less.

“They are my parents. I’m Blaine Anderson. The hair to the title of First of the Westerville pack. And your son is mine Mr. Hummel. I…I would never do anything to hurt him. I understand you don’t trust me and I understand you’re worried for him…but he’s safe with me. He’ll always be safe with me. I give you my word sir.”-Blaine said and Kurt felt his eyes mist with tears.

His dad sat in silence and shock and Kurt watched him pleadingly, hoping against hope that he wouldn’t have too chose between the two of them.

Seeing Burt stone cold face he crumbled, rushing forward to kneel in front of the armchair his father was sitting in and clasping Burt’s fisted hands into his own, cold with fear and sadness.

“Please dad…please…can’t you be happy for me? I…love you daddy…and I’ll always be your son but…I…I need him. I just met him but he makes me happy, he makes me feel safe and loved and protected. My wolf wants him. My everything screams for him. It’s what it’s supposed to feel like, isn’t it? It’s what mom always said she felt about you. Please dad. Please don’t keep me away from him.”-Kurt lowered his head on his father’s knees pleading desperately and Blaine felt his wolf stir in discomfort at seeing his mate so distressed.

Every sob that wrung itself from Kurt’s lips tore at his heart and he ached to take him in his arms and protect him from harm.

A desperate whine escaped from his bitten lips and Kurt snapped his head u to find Blaine with glowing eyes and a torn expression on his face.

Jumping to his feet he rushed to him and cupped his face.

“I’m okay baby. Calm down. Shh. Don’t cry.”-he said and Blaine tilted his face into his touch and took a deep breath, willing the glow of his eyes away at Kurt’s command.

Burt stared at them realizing for the first time since he saw them together that there was no way to fake something like that.

There was no way to will the shift away on someone’s command if that someone wasn’t your mate.

There was no reason for Kurt to be that protective and that comfortable around a complete stranger since the second he saw him if said stranger wasn’t his and his alone.

He stared at them, clutching each other desperately as if they were afraid that one word from him would tear them apart for good.

Kurt tucked himself inside strong, possessive arms that cradled him with such devotion and care Burt’s heart shattered all over again from sadness.

But this time not because his son wasn’t his anymore.

But because his mother wasn’t there to see her son in the arms of the one that was made for him.

She wasn’t there to see her son being looked at like he was the most precious thing that ever existed.

She wasn’t there to hear words of adoration whispered into his skin so quietly as if the other boy was afraid that if someone else heard those words they would take them away from the one they were meant for.

She wasn’t’ there to see Kurt being loved with everything the other wolf was.

She wasn’t there…

But he was and he was the happiest father in the history of the world.

“Kurt…”-he called out to his son gently, watching him pry his head away from Blaine’s neck reluctantly.

Burt took a step towards them and Kurt flinched, tightening his grip on Blaine as if afraid Burt would literally take him away.

“Kurt I’m sorry. I’m not going to keep you apart. God how could I? Look at the two of you.”-he gestured to the two of them so wrapped around in each other giving and taking strength at the same time.

It was mesmerizing to watch.

“You…you believe us?”-Kurt asked timidly and Burt smiled at him with all the love he could gather up.

“Yeah I do. Blaine I’m sorry for the way I acted. Yours or not…Kurt will always be my son. And I’ll always want to protect him from any harm.”-Burt turned to Blaine who offered a smile in return.

“I’ll accept the apology if you accept some help with keeping him safe and happy.”-Blaine said holding Kurt against his warm body gently and Burt barked out a laugh.

“I think that’s a pretty good offer.”-he said and Blaine smiled gratefully as Kurt tore himself away from Blaine and leapt into his father’s arms laughing happily.

“Thank you daddy. I love you so much. You’re the best dad ever.”-he mumbled into his neck and the older man smiled lovingly.

“The only thing I want for you is to be happy.”

“I am happy. How can I not be? I belong to two of the most amazing men in the world.”-he smiled at them cheekily and they shared a pained look that clearly said they were pretty much aware of the fact that they would never be able to deny Kurt anything as long as he smiled like that.

It was amazingly easy to find the things he had in common with Burt, Blaine realized as they sat together to have dinner; Carole reappearing when “all the wolfy hormones were put away” as she said.

After all the fear and the commotion the evening ended up in laughter and soft, loving touches they exchanged on the way back to Dalton.

Desperate hands clung to the heated flesh, afraid to let go.

Soft moans escaped bitten lips, swollen from the kissing and the desire to make the other happy.

As soon as they entered the Warbler wing at Dalton Blaine pressed Kurt against the wall devouring his lips hungrily, barely allowing him to breathe.

“God you were so hot tonight.”-Blaine moaned as he felt those slender fingers break the seal of gel and clutch at his curls as the Omega jumped up, wrapping his legs around the Alpha’s waist.

He rolled his hips against Blaine’s and moaned when he found him just as hard as he was.

“Y-yeah?? Tell me how hot?”-he demanded and Blaine whined loudly at the sound of his voice so much lower than it usually was, raspy and breathy with passion and hunger.

Turned on beyond belief Blaine splayed his hands over Kurt’s ass guiding his hips to rub against him faster and harder as he panted his response to the growled demand.

“So hot baby. The way you commanded the both of us, the way you controlled us, I couldn’t help but want to fall at your feet and beg for you to claim me. I know I’m the Alpha but screw that when you’re so sexy when you take control like that…god I want you…”-he said managing to get a few sentences out coherently before his brain gave up and all he could do was moan a string of jumbled up words as he licked at Kurt’s neck, bit his earlobe and squeezed the tight flesh of his ass in his hands, slotting their hips together.

Kurt’s breathing was ragged and loud and he braced himself with hands on Blaine’s shoulders with lips closing on the soft skin of his neck as he marked him angrily.

He wanted everyone to see that he belonged to him.

He wanted their looks to go over the mark and warn them to stay away from what was his.

Deep down Kurt knew that his possessiveness should have felt weird and exaggerated.

But as soon as he thought that, his brain supplied him with a string of images of guys at Dalton eyeing HIS wolf hungrily and he growled sucking harder and making Blaine’s knees buckle as he tightened the hold on his ass to keep them upright and grinding against each other.

“Mine!!!”-he groaned and Blaine eased one hand from his ass to card it through his hair and yank his head towards him to look him in the eye.

“Only yours, always yours Kurt.”-Blaine moaned as the wolf inside of him purred with how good it felt to be claimed like that…to be wanted and needed.

He hoisted Kurt higher, making their cocks brush harder against each other as the door they were leaning on clattered with the force of their movements.

“Wow…you guys are hot together!”-an amused voice sounded from behind them and they snapped back into reality realizing they were in the middle of the hallway humping each other for everyone to see.

Andrew laughed at their confused expressions and looked over his Alpha with a smile.

He was happy to see Blaine finally with his mate.

He loved his Alpha with all his heart and he wanted him happy.

Kurt seemed perfect for him and Andrew smiled gently at the beaming glow in Blaine’s eyes that appeared whenever his skin would brush against Kurt’s.

Unfortunately Kurt didn’t seem to realize the nature of Andrew’s smile.

“Stop staring at him like that.”-he said as he clutched Blaine’s hand in his, stepping in front of him.
Blaine frowned in confusion, matching Andrew’s expression perfectly.

“What?”-Andrew asked in surprise.

“He’s mine.”-Kurt growled and the flash of realization went through both of the wolves at the same time.

“Oh…oh you think I look at Blaine…oh no…god no…Kurt I’m mated…to a girl.”-Andrew said and Blaine turned to his mate who was almost trembling with rage and jealousy.

“Andrew is a friend baby. He is mated to an amazing girl…but even if he weren’t…I’d still be yours. I told you Snowflake I’m yours for good.”-he whispered gently and Kurt started relaxing, a soft blush dusting his cheeks in embarrassment.

“I…I’m sorry Andrew. It’s like I can’t help myself but be afraid that I’ll lose him.”-he said quietly and Andrew nodded.

“I know how that feels. When Nicole and I mated I was jealous of her two brothers. It’s insane. But it’s natural. You won’t lose him Kurt. Trust me. Now…how about I introduce you to my Nicole. She’s been dying to meet you.”-Andrew smiled and Kurt beamed at him happily.

“I’d love that.”

“Wait…Nicole is here?”-Blaine asked as they started walking towards the common room.

“She will be in a few minutes. They just called that they were on their way here.”-Andrew said.

“They?”-Kurt asked confusedly at the same time as Blaine smacked his forehead with his palm.

“Oh my god I am such an idiot. The Crawford girls are coming today. That’s today!”-he said.

Andrew nodded and Kurt scowled.

“Hello…newbie here. How about an explanation.”

“Oh…Crawford Country Day is Dalton’s sister school. The female part of the pack goes there including Nicole and Thad’s mate Lara. Once a week they come here to mingle with us and bit. Gives the mated couples some time together and the newly matured wolf the possibility of smelling their mate. Mostly we just hang out for a while.”-Blaine explained and Kurt nodded I understanding as they entered the common room.

Wes and David were bickering about ordering take out.

Thad, Trent and Luke were setting up the projector for the movies.

Jon was playing cards with Ethan.

Nick was sitting with a beautiful brown wolf on his lap and talking to Jamie while stroking the soft fur of the wolf who was squirming happily.

Cameron was sitting alone in an armchair, holding a sketchbook on his knees and glancing at the blonde Alpha every few minutes.

Blaine barely had the time to say hi to them all when the girls started flowing in.

There were giggles and hugs and screams and making out and a lot of loud talking and Kurt felt the giddy atmosphere taking over him as he chatted to Nicole about fashion and their crazy mates.

The Crawford girls all seemed nice and Kurt always felt he got along better with them anyway so he found himself enjoying their visit as much as the other boys were.

15 minutes after the girls arrived the door to the common room squeaked open again and a beautiful blonde girl walked in with a feral look marring her gorgeous skin.

Every single face in the room turned to her in wonder as she made a beeline towards the tall blonde Alpha.

She stood in front of him and took his hand in her.

Jamie watched her in confusion and something that felt almost like fear.

She was beautiful he could see that.

But there was something about her that felt wrong.

Like how her hair was golden blonde instead of dark brown.

How her eyes were steel gray instead of looking like melted chocolate.

Her hand was delicate and soft instead of strong and stained with charcoal.

She was beautiful…but she wasn’t what he wanted.

But there she was…standing in front of him, holding his hand and in that moment he knew what she would say to him.

She looked him dead in the eye and spoke so every single wolf in the room could hear.

“Jamie Wilson…you’re my mate.”

Jon gasped loudly and it triggered the others to whisper their surprises and comments and sooner than anyone could stop it a loud chatter broke out in the room silencing the sound of a paper being ripped and crumpled.

Jamie gapped at the girl in surprise but in that moment there was nothing he felt for her.

The only feeling he could detect was the need to find those chocolate colored eyes and find comfort in them.

He glanced around the room desperately but there was no sight of them.

Outside of the common room Cameron sobbed into Jon’s arms desperately trying to will his heart to stay together and not shatter.

Jon was holding him, offering comfort but he knew there was nothing he could do.

“I told you Jon…I told you I’d lose him for good.”-Cameron almost whispered as if his pain was too strong for him to speak it out loud.

“You didn’t lose him yet Cam.”-Jon tried but the younger wolf ripped himself apart from him.

“You’re right. I didn’t lose him. He was never mine to begin with.”-he said and with that he ran away from everything that hurt in the world.

He ran from Jamie and the lucky girl who got to call him hers.

He gave it his all but it wasn’t enough.

He wasn’t enough.

He just hoped she would make him happy.

The only thing he wanted was for Jamie to be happy.

Even if it wasn’t with him.