The smell from the kitchen had Santana salivating from her spot in the lounge by the window, thumbing through one of her old spell books she kept at the Hummel house. It gave her something to read while leaving the boys to play in the kitchen and gave her an excuse to come over whenever she pleased. She ignored the rattling of pans and half a dozen timers going off, knowing if she dared to enter the kitchen right now she'd be dragged into doing something she had no intention of starting.

Plus she actually had something to do. Kurt had mentioned that the demon, who possessed Karofsky, had spoken of a key, and then looked at her as if she was going to have all the answers, which she didn't. Elizabeth had never mentioned a key, not in relation to Kurt or any other Hound of God or any legend. None of the witches she spoke to knew of a key either, yet they didn't even know much about the Gates of Tartarus, which left Santana with a big fat dead end. None of her books mentioned a key and Santana was ready to find the nearest Hound and shake the answers out of them. Santana's only clue was the prophecy about the last Hound being used as a sacrifice... did something occur when only one Hound was left? With a heavy sigh Santana twisted her neck to release the strain, looking around the room she occupied.

Burt's house, while looking like something from the eighties, was quaint and cozy, a man's house with a woman's touch or in Burt's case, there was Elizabeth, Santana, Carole and Kurt, who had all added their bit. A lot of Elizabeth's choices were gone, except for a couple of photographs on a small table in the corner, a small shrine of sorts, one photo of Elizabeth, Burt and Kurt as a toddler and the other of Elizabeth in the garden with a young white cub rushing around her feet, the brightest smile on her face that Burt said Kurt had, but she hadn't seen it, not in a long while.

Santana had always enjoyed those first few years, watching Burt and Elizabeth tend to Kurt, watching Kurt giggle as he ran around the house, morphing back and forth into his wolf cub, nuzzling up against Elizabeth, curling up in Burt's lap. He had been a true wolf in those early years. Then everything changed, not Elizabeth's death but the threats, the danger and soon Kurt's wolf was a rare phenomenon and the giggles were gone with that wolf.

A shriek from the kitchen sent Santana's forgotten book hurtling to the ground as she jumped out of her skin, Kurt's voice octaves higher.

"Dad! That's too much. I said a tablespoon not the whole lot."

"What. That wasn't a tablespoon?" Came Burt's confused response.

"No... I hope Santana likes it spicy." Muttered Kurt.

"Bring it on boys. I can handle hot but can you?" Santana shouted from her spot, still not ready to enter the danger zone.

"See Kurt, everything's fine." The chipper response matched the smile Burt wore as he entered the lounge rubbing his hands together. "Come on you, foods ready and I've worked up a huge appetite."

"Be thankful you're not fighting Finn for any tonight." Santana got out of her seat following Burt into the kitchen, sitting herself down at the small dining table, folding a napkin over her silk red dress, Burt sitting next to her, pouring her a glass of wine. Santana couldn't help the smile on her lips, watching Kurt plate up the Thai curry, his white jeans and lilac shirt obscured by the frilly pink apron he wore.

"Nice apron, sweetie." Santana spoke into her glass, taking a sip.

Kurt took off the apron, tossing it aside as he brought the plates to the table. "Please and get green curry on my jeans? I'll take a pink apron over stains any day, witch."

They all sat together, passing round the brown rice, Kurt watching Burt closely as he tipped an acceptable amount on his plate. They ate in silence for a moment, just enjoying the food, before Burt spoke up, a satisfied grin on his face, "I don't think this is half bad, eh Santana?"

"Think it could've done with a bit more spice." Santana teased as Kurt took a sip of water.

"So, what happened to that kid that attacked your house?" Burt probed.

"He's still in hospital." Kurt muttered, playing with his food, his appetite suddenly gone.

"The doctors are still doing tests but at the moment it sounds like Karofsky doesn't have any memories from the last eight years." Santana explained.

Burt sits back in his chair, "That must have been some knock in the head you gave him, kid. So, do the doctors know about the possession?"

"I told them what they needed to know and so far they're ignoring that in favour of finding something physically or mentally wrong with him." Santana huffed. Even with the wide knowledge of the supernatural world, within the human realms most doctors, politicians and authorities did their best to ignore it since it didn't fit in with their science, hence the need for the hunters society, which Kurt had been signed up to since he was born; Elizabeth's determination to separate him from his wolf heritage in her every thought and action.

"Huh, and have you told those other hunters about this?" Burt turned his attention back to Kurt.

Shrugging, Kurt sat back in his chair, "Dave's condition is typical of a strong possession spell, most low grade demons can't stop the host from forgetting what's being done to them and for it to have gone on for so long, they suspect a demon from the upper ranks. So they have their suspects but they doubt they'll be able to find anything or why he chose Dave."

"Do you think he found out about you?" The air went cold as both Santana and Burt trained their eyes on Kurt.

"I don't think so, when he mentioned the Hounds he didn't give anything away which would make me think he knew about me."

"Good." Burt sighed, pushing his plate away, "I'd hate for all your mother's work to go to waste because of one demon. I remember when she spent a week keeping this place surrounded by that shield and you howled everyday to be let out and go and play in the garden. You destroyed every bit of furniture in your tantrum, but a part of me still thinks you did that because he hated my furniture and wanted to go shopping."

Kurt smiled at the memories, "Did I or did I not pick out the best furniture you had ever seen... only for you to replace it with that stuff in the lounge." Kurt pointed through the door to the three piece suite.

"Hey, that is the comfiest sofa this butt has ever sat on. What you picked out was not made for comfort." Burt tapped his finger on the table as if to strengthen his argument.

Kurt went silent for a moment as he ran through his thoughts, "Did mom ever tell you why I had to be hidden?" Kurt knew the answer; he would ask this question more times than he wished to remember.

"Kurt, I'd tell you if I knew." Burt reached out to stroke Kurt's hand. "All I know is what your mom told me, and that was enough for me to want to keep you both safe, and keep you hidden, and for the witch here to keep you safe and hidden after your mother was taken from us."

Santana finished off her glass of wine as she watched the two men at the table, "Kurt, there were wolves out there that knew what you are and wanted to kill you for it, but that shouldn't stop you from opening up to a couple of the wolves around here. You've more than shown that you're not out to kill them, that you want to protect them, you should open up to someone so you can find out why others would want you dead."

Burt put up his hand to interrupt her, "Hold up. Elizabeth didn't want that, she spent eight years making Kurt act like a human because she knew no wolf would accept him. Now you're saying we should ignore that warning?"

Santana watched Kurt shrink away at that, building up his walls again, bringing forth the cold hearted hunter he'd trained himself to be, "Kurt, you've already opened up to two wolves, you just need to go that one step further to let them in... and I'm guessing Jane already knows."

"All it will take is one wrong move and then Kurt will have over a hundred wolves on his doorstep wanting to tear him apart. No. This is wrong. Kurt, think about this." He could hear the worry and panic in Burt's voice.

Kurt stood from the table to take the dishes away, placing them in the sink, "I'll speak to Jane, see if she does know... Then I'll think about what I should do." He spoke quietly into the sink as he filled it with hot water.

"Just be careful, Kurt. It's not just the wolves you have to worry about now. There are people in this town who aren't happy about the wolves and if by some chance they find out you're one of them, they'll use that to do, who knows what, to get you and the wolves out of here. I'll stand up for you every chance I get, but there's little I can do against a mob."

"I know dad, thank you." Kurt walked over, placing his hands on Burt's head and kissing his scalp.

Santana stood, stretching out her limbs, "Well, I'm gonna head out, got a few places to visit before I head back. You coming, Kurt?" She asked, pulling on her coat.

"I know the type of places you visit, no thanks." Kurt gave her a knowing look.

"Oh, hush you. Right, I'll see you, old man. Thanks for the food." Santana waved them off, leaving the house.

Burt squeezed Kurt's hand to get his attention. "I know I can't tell you what to do, kiddo, but I really don't think you should be letting wolves in right now, especially if the Hounds of God are being targeted, like you say."

"I know. I'll be careful, as long as I don't open that cupboard again and find another pack of biscuits." Kurt grabbed his black pea coat but leaves it hanging open, the night air still warm from the heat of the day.

"Those are Finn's and I've only had one." Burt stood to pull Kurt into a tight hug, rubbing his back gently, "I love you, Kurt."

"I love you too, dad." Kurt breathed into his shoulder; breathing in the smell which was uniquely Burt. Burt waved him off as he walked down the path, unsurprised to see Santana had taken the truck, so took off down the streets towards his house. The waning crescent moon was peaking through the clouds, giving the dark streets just enough light to illuminate the tired old buildings, a few couples talking to themselves as they headed out for the evening.

Kurt couldn't smell any wolves in the area, in fact there hadn't been many visits from the packs over the last few days, since that night. Puck and Mike had come down with a few of his men to collect supplies and get Kurt's side of the tale from that night. Blaine's spilt Alpha blood had unsettled everyone, leading Kurt to do visits to all the packs and reassure them that the forests were safe and Kurt would help them in any way he could.

After talking about his mother tonight, his mind kept going back over all the times he spent with her, at least of what he could remember. He recalled chasing her around the house as both a human and a wolf; his mother may have done her best to raise him human but she could not deny what he was and knew she couldn't keep the wolf trapped without causing harm to Kurt. He remembered singing with her at night, under the guard of a shield, as he tried to learn to howl, using the music to stretch his voice and vocalize a howl and once he'd done that, she taught him to use his howl to extend the notes into the night sky.

Then he remembered his lessons, the training and the pain in pushing his young body too far. He learnt to run like the wind, to sniff out a wolf, demon and any other supernatural creature, he learnt to fight with his sais, with a dagger and a bow and arrow. He had a good childhood with his mother, she loved him and they would laugh together, but the threat and the training always overshadowed them. The two weeks at the hunter's society was the worst and he was glad he'd been forced to forget at least three of those days there.

Kurt remembered the day they almost got caught; he had been sparring with his mother in the park, when he cut his hand on his dagger, blood spilling on the grass. The howls were instantaneous, he'd never seen his mother move so fast, picking him up and wrapping them both in a shield, hiding down a dark alley just as a pack of three wolves stormed the park, sniffing out Kurt's blood, snarling and howling into the sky. Kurt remembered huddling into his mother's chest for hours until the wolves gave up and disappeared into the forest. Kurt wasn't allowed to leave the house until his wound had healed after that, and he soon learnt to never let his blood be shed in the open again, his speed and flexibility at the forefront of his training.

Winding up the path to his house, he caught the scents of two wolves he was getting to know very well but was surprised to see just Blaine sitting on the steps of the newly repaired porch. Blaine looked up, smiling warmly at Kurt, standing tall from his spot dressed in a black pair of chinos and a maroon polo shirt. All the bandages were gone and his skin had returned to its dark olive tone. Kurt felt himself sigh in relief at seeing the Alpha at his best again.

"You've been busy." Blaine referred to the porch and garden.

"Not me." Kurt corrected, "Santana got the garden looking good the next day and my dad and Finn took care of the porch. But I painted it." Kurt held his chin up with a teasing smile.

"It looks great." Blaine spoke with a small chuckle, stepping over to Kurt, "How have you been? You haven't been back to the village since." Blaine sounded hurt by Kurt's absence.

"I should be asking you that. Been busy cleaning up the mess, plus I thought it best to give the pack some space."

"Yeah, a lot of the pack haven't wanted to venture into town since an Alpha got badly injured. I've been trying to get my lot to come down but they keep insisting on staying close to me. I had to sneak out to come see you." Blaine's hand came up to Kurt's hair tucking a few strands back into place before cupping his cheek.

"Aren't you naughty? Wait until I tell Wes." Kurt mocked, gripping Blaine's hand in his to pull it away only to have Blaine hold his hand tight in his. Kurt looked around with a frown, "Where's Sebastian?"

A growl tumbled from Blaine's throat, looking displeased with the mention of the other Alpha, "I sent him home, he was hanging around here waiting for you. Creep."

"You mean like you were?" Kurt teased, "What did he want?"

"To take you out." Blaine forced out, the words leaving a bad taste in his mouth.

"Well," Kurt blushed, "Good thing you sent him away, I'd hate to turn him down two days in a row."

"He asked you out yesterday?" Blaine hissed, gripping Kurt's hand tighter.

"Yes." Kurt tugged his hand out of Blaine's grip, flexing his fingers. "But I don't date wolves." Kurt explained simply, walking to his front door.

"Why?" Blaine followed him. "You know why." Kurt stepped into the house, huffing when Blaine followed him in. "Inviting yourself in?" Blaine's smile turned charming as he leant up against the door to close it. "We were having a conversation, I wanted it to continue."

Kurt hung up his coat, noting how Blaine gave him a look over, while his eyes glistened gold in the still dark hallway. Kurt strolled into the lounge, turning a lamp on and then closed the curtains. "So, why are you here, Blaine?" He asked as he sat on the arm of the sofa, crossing his arms.

"I thought it was time to have another session, try and get you more in tuned with your wolf." Blaine had moved to a sideboard, hand floating over the picture frames holding memories of Elizabeth, Burt and Kurt, but something made Blaine frown, "Why are there none of you or your mother's wolf?" Kurt straightened his back slightly under Blaine's scrutiny, "I have villagers come by here, and they'd ask too many questions." He rubbed his arm before continuing, "The ones of us as wolves are in my room."

That charming smile returned as Blaine nodded his understanding. "So, you up for round two?"

Kurt bit his lip as he thought about all he'd discussed tonight and thought about trying to come up with a reason to either do it or not. He knew he ran the risk of getting caught, but on the other hand, if he could control his wolf he'd have a better chance of controlling the sudden and urgent needs of his wolf. Slowly Kurt nodded, releasing his lip from his teeth and soothing it with his tongue. "Okay, we should do it in the study, it's more secure."

Kurt made for the study but Blaine's grip on his arm stopped him. Blaine had been looking at the covered window prior to turning to Kurt. "I want to take you outside." Blaine could feel Kurt's entire body seize at the proposal and he hurried to get his words out. "I can heighten my scent, covering yours, no one will know you're with me. I've done it for my mother; it's how I've been able to move her to a safe house without no one knowing and no one will suspect why my scent is so strong; they'll just think I'm on the hunt."

Kurt listened intently, while his warnings and those of his mother and his father rang deafeningly at the front of his mind, but at the back of his mind he could hear a small voice telling him to trust Blaine, that he could trust Blaine. Kurt swallowed hard about to respond but Blaine jumped in.

"We can start in the study, you can morph and I'll help you gain control and only when you're ready will we go outside. You'll love it, Kurt, running through the forest at full speed, jumping over cliffs. I'll take you to the lake and you can dip your paws in the water. Please Kurt, let me do this for you." The grip on his arm had disappeared, the hand having travelled down to hold his hand, thumb rubbing over his fingers.

"If I let out my scent I could put us in-" Kurt spoke slowly to try and convince himself but Blaine broke his chain of thought, "They won't be able to smell you. You'll be safe as long as you stay close to me."

"And what if we get separated?"

"I won't let you out of my sight." Blaine promised, bringing Kurt's hand up to press a tender kiss to the back of his hand, his eyes always on Kurt's.

Kurt sighed, nodding nervously, "Okay, but we don't go far, and not for too long." The smile Blaine threw at him made Kurt's heart jump and his cheeks heat up as he's dragged into the study. Kurt locked the door behind them and pulling the iron bars across the windows. Blaine stood in the centre of the room, watching him, smiling again once Kurt joined him, looking incredibly nervous.

"Calm down, you'll enjoy this... apart from our session and that impromptu shift by the lake, how long has it been since you shifted?"

"Yeah, I had no control over that one... before then I morphed when your mother came to give me your IDs." "So that's why the witch was putting those candles around the house." Blaine deduced, "Yeah, before that... it had been four months." Kurt ran his hand over his white jeans, his palms sweaty from his nerves.

"No wonder you struggle with your wolf. Okay, just as before, concentrate on something in the room, concentrate hard then let the wolf out." Blaine's eyes were burning gold as he flooded the room with his scent, creating a safe environment for Kurt and he did feel safe, felt protected surrounded by Blaine and he knew what he was focusing on. Blaine. Taking one last look into those eyes to memorise the hope and faith he could see within, he closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh that sounded like he'd been holding it in for days. Blaine watched in awe as Kurt's hair shimmered white, long soft white ears peeking out from behind the strands as Kurt's body slumped to the floor, white fur shaking out over four long legs, his tail flicking out behind while his wolf's jaw opened wide, letting out a high pitch yawn, then licking his lips. Blaine's breath caught in his throat as he stared at the beautiful beast at his feet, reminding himself to keep his scent heightened.

The wolf looked around the room, huffing at the familiar four walls before sniffing the air, moonlight blue eyes turning on Blaine, going still as he took in the man. The wolf relaxed slightly as if he recognized Blaine and rubbed up against his leg, letting out a content whine as Blaine's scent settled the wolf. Blaine reached down to stroke the wolf's head, gaining a nuzzle off him and smiled at the action, which would please any Alpha but was so innocent here.

Kneeling next to the wolf, he let out a commanding grunt gaining the wolf's attention and searched the wolf's eyes as he spoke, "Kurt, time to come out." He simply put, using his Alpha's will to pull Kurt forward, smiling as the wolf's eyes became clearer, more focused. "There you are. That was a lot faster this time." The wolf huffed, moving away from Blaine to sit next to the door.

Getting up on his feet, Blaine unlocked the door, "Someone's eager all of a sudden." Watching Kurt look away shyly, he lets his eye glow gold before submitting to his own wolf, his entire body wrapping in the thick black fur, dropping next to Kurt on all fours, opening his hazel eyes to him, who looked upon him nervously but Blaine was happy to see Kurt was still in control. Tapping his nose against Kurt's front leg, he pushes up onto his hind legs to open the door, leading Kurt to the front door and doing the same.

As they stepped out, Blaine growled at Kurt when he started to walk off, nuzzling his nose into the white fur around Kurt's neck as thanks for returning to his side. They walked around the garden for a while, Kurt sniffing the air getting use to his new senses, while Blaine watched him, making sure he's alright and checking their surroundings.

Once Blaine was happy Kurt was ready, he nipped his ear gently, tugging slightly before walking ahead, jumping over the garden fence and waiting for Kurt to do the same. They walk up the path for a moment, Kurt brushing up against the Alpha, gaining strength from their proximity, Blaine nuzzling back as thanks to the Hound. With a huff, Blaine started to walk briskly between the trees, making sure Kurt was right behind him before taking off in a sprint, Kurt right on his heels.

They chase each other around the trees, over rocky ground and through caverns in the hills, joyful sounds coming from both wolves as they bump into and tackle each other. The lighthearted mood stays with them as they come to a secluded part of the lake, overshadowed by the willow trees. Blaine nudged Kurt, leading him into the shallow water, jumping up and down, splashing the water over the both of them as Kurt tackled Blaine into the water, then jumped aside to avoid Blaine, tail tossing a wave of water at him. They play for a while in the water and on the peddle beach, mischievously growling at one another, encouraging the other on.

After a while of rolling around on the beach, Blaine morphs first as he senses Kurt tiring and morphing back, pressing himself up on his hands and knees, looking down on Kurt, both panting heavily as they held their gaze. Then, the brightest smile lit up Kurt's face as he let out an angelic laugh, holding his sides as his damp hair falls into his eyes. Blaine smiles down at him, raising a brow, but delighting in the ease of Kurt's bliss.

"What's so funny?"

"No, not funny... exhilaration, that felt so good... I was never allowed to do that. I could run around the garden but never in the woods." Kurt chuckled, putting a hand over his mouth. "I didn't think it could feel like this."

"How could someone lock you away?" Blaine whispered, studying Kurt in a new light. This wasn't the hunter anymore, this was a freed spirit.

Kurt shrugged, "It was a necessity." The hunter was creeping back.

Blaine moved his weight to his one arm to cup Kurt's cheek, stroking the soft skin, "You don't regret this?" Blaine had to make sure. The shake of Kurt's head brought him relief as his thumb ran over Kurt's lips. He took a deep breath as Kurt's lavender scent rushed through him and he increased his own scent to cover it.

Kurt coughed to gain control of his mind, moving away from Blaine's hand, "How's the pack doing?" Kurt knew it was a lame question to ask but his mind was too clouded to think of anything else. Blaine steadied himself over Kurt, refusing to move.

"Everything's back to normal now. A couple of guys wanted me to change my story to implement you but Jeff and Nick put them in their place. For a medic, Jeff can be pretty scary." Kurt watched Blaine's eyes unfocus for a moment as his memories caught up with him, a sly smile on his lips.

"I'm use to a little hostility with your father's pack. Not everyone agrees with your father's acceptance of me, hence the chains."

"Which you can break out of." Blaine's sly smile turned into a grin.

"Which I can break out of." Kurt replied with a small chuckle.

"Even Hounds can't do that, Kurt... so why can you?" Blaine asked, moving his hand to Kurt's wrist, stroking gently over the visible blue veins through his skin.

"I don't know, my mother said it was from my training in the hunter's association, but I don't remember anything from that. But that's standard for all hunters; we all forget at least three days of our training, supposedly so we don't give away any secrets if we're captured." Kurt shrugged, tilting his head to watch Blaine's fingers trace patterns over his skin.

"And they don't know who you are?"

"If they do they're keeping that to themselves. My mother was in the society too and from what I remember they knew who she was, but she told them I was adopted. All part of the plan to make me invisible to the world." Kurt whispered the last bit with a heavy sigh, looking off into the lake.

"If they chose to make you immune to silver then maybe they do." Blaine theorized.

"It doesn't matter, but on the bright side, if they do know they still allowed me to take over Lima from my mother." Kurt looked up at Blaine, studying him for a moment, enjoying the sight of his wet curls falling over his skin, beads of water trickling down his cheek and neck soaking into his polo shirt. Another thought occurred to him as he met Blaine's eyes, "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything." Came his response.

"Why don't your eyes turn gold when you turn into your wolf?" Kurt asked with a tilt of his head.

Blaine shrugged, "I don't know."

"You don't know? You've never questioned it?" Kurt was finding it hard to believe.

"My grandfather's never turned gold when he morphed either, so I just assumed it was hereditary." Blaine surmised, "But it became very handy when Jeremiah started having visions of a black wolf with hazel eyes."

"What visions? You mean the one about you with the Hound of God?"

"There's that one. He had others about me fighting off demons and leading our pack to a safe haven somewhere." Blaine smiled to himself, debating whether to tell Kurt one of the other visions he had, "He also saw me happy, with a mate... but he refused to tell me who this mate was."

Blaine stare caught Kurt's breath, the hitch just audible, as Blaine leaned in, the golden flecks returning to his eyes, his scent holding Kurt in a warm embrace. "Did he describe this mate at all?" Kurt whispered, his heart beating faster as he felt Blaine's breath brush across his heated skin. "No, but he said it would be a struggle to keep this mate by my side, but that I would be willing to fight for him." Blaine's hand snuck up to intertwine his fingers with Kurt's as he spoke.

Kurt's heart felt heavy as he swallowed the words he wanted to say and spoke from his mind, "I'm not worth-" Blaine's lips sealed against his own, taking Kurt's word away with his breath as he moaned with Blaine, squeezing the hand still interlocked with his own. Blaine's touch was demanding as he moved his lips over Kurt's at first, subsequently softening, lingering before pressing in again with a moan, while Kurt arched up to catch Blaine's lips with his own, wanting more, letting go of all his worries for just a second.

All Kurt could hear above the deep feral moans was the washing of the water against the pebble beach, wrapping them both in the moment and Kurt wanted to make it last, reaching up to lace his fingers through the wet curls, holding Blaine down, telling him that he wanted this. Blaine scent washed over him at the action and Kurt willingly submitted to the strong Alpha above him.

Blaine let out his own throaty moan as Kurt's own scent seeped into his skin, begging for more, wanting to open up and explore, but Kurt's scent didn't match his actions as he pulled away, confusing him. They panted, catching their breath together as they both watched each other, waiting for one of them to make the next move. "Did I do something wrong?" Blaine asked, believing he hadn't, but worried he was facing the hunter and not the wolf now.

Kurt shook his head, smiling, "No... I just... I don't know if this is something I can do, and you deserve someone who can be open with you, stand next to you and be proud to be with such a strong Alpha."

Blaine knew Kurt had called him an Alpha on purpose, saw it in the icy waves of his eyes, he squeezed Kurt's hand stroking the digits tenderly, "Is it so wrong for a hunter to fall for a wolf?" Blaine asked, searching Kurt's eyes for the truth.

"No, I know it happens all the time, but I have more at risk then just being a hunter who's seeing a wolf. You bring out the wolf in me, I've noticed my scent heightening around you and it terrifies me that one day I'll lose control and all my hard work will be for nothing. I'm not ready for that... and I don't know if I'll ever be." Kurt whispered the last part, blinking back tears at what he was letting go of.

Blaine leaned in to kiss Kurt again, determined to not give in, placing a gentle touch of the lips across his jaw and down his neck as he spoke, "I'm willing to work with you. Help you with your control. Help you with understanding how a pack works. Help you keep strays out. Help you with the demons." Resting his lips on the curve of Kurt's neck, he ran them across the porcelain skin, reveling in the fluttering heartbeat he could feel, then wrapping his lips around the pulse point sucking on the skin with purpose.

Blaine listened to the breathy moans slipping passed Kurt's lips with satisfaction as he arched his neck for more, Blaine only pulling away to admire his mark, a small but significant claim on the man below him. He knew it would disappear by the morning with a wolf's healing skills, but it was enough to appease his Alpha streak for now. He watched Kurt quietly, his eyes closed, lips parted and cheeks flushed and wished he could show off this man as his. "Kurt... I know you don't want to reveal who you are to everyone but... my father has so much love for you, he'd never let harm come to you."

Kurt sighed, releasing his hand from Blaine's and staring up at him, hunter back, eyes cold. "When my mother found out she was pregnant, she was overjoyed, the whole pack was... until the medicine woman did some tests to make sure I was alright. My mother told me the woman let out a terrifying howl, rushing to the Alpha screaming hysterics to everyone. Within minutes the pack had turned on my mother, demanding she aborted the cub, saying I was a curse to the world. She ran and they chased after her and they would've killed us if my mother wasn't so good at hiding. Her pack loved her too but the moment they found out what I was, they turned. What's to say Nathan won't do the same?"

Blaine felt sick, growling silently throughout Kurt's tale, "But you don't even know why they did that. My mother's tasted your blood but she doesn't know what you are and we can't figure out why they'd do that. What's to say my father will?" Blaine tried to reason.

Kurt was starting to suspect Jane was holding something back. "What's the betting he does? Or someone else in the pack does or word gets out to someone who does. Then what?" Kurt was starting to panic and he took deep breaths to try and calm himself. "No, I'm sorry Blaine but the risk is too great for me."

Blaine sighed, nodding in defeat; tonight was not the night to push this, he had managed to get Kurt to come out to the lake with him, so he could only hope that he could slowly change Kurt's mind. Kurt shuffled on the ground to sit up on his elbows, forcing Blaine to sit back on his heels. Kurt's eyes were darting around the lake, panicked, Blaine followed his gaze and he caught what had startled Kurt. A scent, far off but getting closer.

"We need to get out of here." Came Kurt's shaky command.

"You morph first, so I can make sure you've got control." Blaine instructed but caught Kurt's widened eyes and violent shaking.

"What if I can't? What if you can't pull me out?"

Blaine cupped Kurt's cheeks, diving in to kiss him once more, not letting go until his quivering stopped. Pulling back only slightly he rests his forehead against Kurt's, "You can do this. You took control almost instantly back at the house and I'll keep your wolf under control until you come through. I promise you, nothing will go wrong."

Kurt closed his eyes, finding strength in Blaine, fisting his hands. He hesitated when he felt his wolf coming through, pushing him back before taking a deep breath and letting go. Blaine had to increase his own scent again as the beautiful, terrified man turned into the stunning white wolf he wanted to call his own.

Blaine lay a hand on the wolf's back, keeping the wolf laid out on the beach, a twitch in his tail showing Blaine he wanted him to let go, but Blaine held fast. He leant in to bite the wolf's ear with a tug, demanding his obedience as he whispered, "Kurt, it's time. Come out where I can see you." The wolf's head shot back at Blaine, tail stilling on the pebbles and huffed, reaching out to nip at Blaine's arm.

Blaine smiled, pulling away and standing, "See, told you, you're getting better at this." The white wolf just stood on all four legs and walked away slightly to sit back, watching and waiting for Blaine. He morphed into his black wolf without another moment's hesitation, knowing Kurt had full control now and jumped over him, sliding to a stop by the forest to gaze back at the wolf, white fur shimmering in the moonlight, and bolted into the forest, glad to hear Kurt following him immediately.

They made their way back to Kurt's house without incident, both morphing back as they reached the porch, Kurt's hand already on the door handle before turning back to Blaine with a shy smile, "Thank you for tonight. I know it must've been hard for you to keep your scent that strong for so long."

Blaine shrugged, stepping as close to Kurt as he could, pleased that he didn't step away, "It was worth it to help you, to spend time with you. Try doing it by yourself soon, maybe tomorrow morning, see if you can gain control without me being there."

Kurt looked away with a blush, "I don't know how good I'd be at that... my wolf likes obeying you." Blaine couldn't help the wide grin that brought to his lips, coughing lightly as he removed a handkerchief from his pocket, rubbing his palms over the white cotton. "Here, have this nearby."

Kurt took it, bringing it to his nose, eyes closing against the familiar scent, "Thank you. I'll give it a go." Kurt's breath leaves him again as Blaine's hand runs through his hair and pulls him into a searing kiss, Kurt's grip on the handkerchief almost lost as he tried to steady himself. He pushed Blaine away, just an inch, "You have to stop this, I told you-"

"I'm not going to give up on you, Kurt. Yes we had a rocky start but what we feel now, I don't want to lose this. I won't say anything to anyone about the beautiful man I think I'm falling for, if that's how you want to play this, but I'm not letting you go." Blaine's fingers brush against the mark he's left on the soft skin of his neck.

Kurt's blush was reaching the mark on his neck now as he heard Blaine call him 'beautiful', tears pricking his eyes at something he didn't think he'd let himself hear ever again. He was in deep now, so deep he didn't know if he'd get out in one piece and wondered if Blaine was even worth it. Yes, yes he was, Kurt's mind and heart told him. He nodded to the man before him, biting his lip, "Okay... but slowly. More so I can think things through."

"I can understand that." Blaine agreed, it was a yes and Blaine was taking it, no matter what rules Kurt put in place. Kurt smiled, leaning in to give Blaine a small, thankful kiss, jumping when Santana's voice boomed from inside the house.

"Hummel! Get your ass inside this house now! I do not want to listen to you face fuck that wolf any longer!"

Kurt blushed crimson while Blaine laughed, scratching the back of his neck, "I think that's my cue to leave."

"Yeah, plus you have to find a way to sneak back in... Blaine, again, thank you." With a squeeze of the hand Kurt let himself into the house, throwing Blaine a smile before closing the door. Blaine stared at the door for a moment making sure Kurt's scent was completely gone from the porch before turning and heading into the forest, a spring in his step.