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Hounds of God: Chapter 13


E - Words: 6,622 - Last Updated: May 15, 2013
Story: Complete - Chapters: 26/26 - Created: Feb 16, 2013 - Updated: May 15, 2013
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Author's Notes: I love doing the cuddle and intimate sessions for this story, I love diving into their wolf sides. I hope you do, and you get a couple of answers... and more questions... Everything becomes clear very very soon. I'd love to hear from you on what you think so far. x

The theatre was dark, just a single spotlight in the centre of the empty stage. It was deathly quiet except for the slight murmur of voices from the small group in the front row as they look up to the stage patiently. A powerful barrier had been placed around the entire building, while Blaine and Wes had walked around the grounds, billowing out their scents to ward off any stray wolves in the neighbourhood. All that was left was for Kurt to take those last few steps into that spotlight.

Learn to run, learn to hide

Kurt couldn't tell them, the words were stuck and as much as he clawed at his throat to get them out, the voices in his head wouldn't let them go. Santana was the one to suggest this, to enter onto the stage and sing one of the songs he would sing for his mother on her birthday and on the anniversary of her death. The songs he would sing with his wolf, whom he would use to send those notes high into the night sky like a mournful howl. He'd hesitantly agreed to do it this way with a silent nod, with shaking limbs and dry lips. He was a ball of nerves and was amazed his wolf hadn't taken over and dashed from the building as fast as he could.

Always stay hidden, never let them sniff you out, hide your blue flame

Blaine had asked Santana and Wes to give him and Kurt a moment alone, and Kurt had been more than willing to let the Alpha hold him close, to make him feel safe, to persuade him that this was the right thing to do. That he could trust Blaine, that he could trust the men Blaine had faith in... that he would be there for Kurt no matter what. He had allowed Blaine to cover him with his scent, to place tender kisses on his neck to sooth his nerves.

They will come for you

Was he betraying his mother? Her words had been echoing in his mind ever since Blaine had left the office with the theatre keys, preventing him for moving forward, stopping him right now from taking the first step onto the stage. She had fought for his life, for his freedom... sacrificed her own life for his. Every day was a fight to teach Kurt how to hide, how to be human and how to ignore those animal instincts.

They will kill you

There was a reason he was hidden, a reason wolves wanted him dead, and he wanted to know. Needed to know, even with his mother's words ringing in his head to forget it and carry on hiding, he was tired of running. Kurt Hummel didn't run and hide, he stood up and held his head high to the bullies, to the threats and he wasn't going to let this beat him. No more.

Fight to survive, learn to defend yourself

The first step was the hardest, his foot felt like lead, soldered to the floor, but he made it move with aching limbs and a hitched breathe, bringing the murmurs to a silence. Another step and he blew out the air caught in his lungs, clenching and unclenching his fists, eyes on the spotlight ahead of him. He was creating a defence doing this; finding a group of people he could confide in, who could protect him when needed and help him solve the puzzle of his life.

I'm doing this for your own good

He was doing this for himself, to move on with his life, to finally be free and to maybe have a life without the lotions, without the terror. He didn't think he'd want a life, having gotten into a mundane routine over the last decade, but then Blaine was there. He still didn't know what Blaine was to him, couldn't understand while he was so guarded, but he knew his life would never be the same again, and he didn't want it to be, not anymore.

Please don't hate me

Settling his feet into the centre of the spotlight, Kurt closed his eyes and slowly turned to the theatre, head lowered. He had agreed with every move his mother made for him, he loved her for everything she did for him, for the joy and hope she brought out through the anxiety and the terror they faced every day. For not letting him forget his wolf altogether, for helping him to harness what he needed from his wolf but still stay hidden. Yes, he would never forget what she did for him, but today, he would have to break his promise to her.

I'll always be with you

Taking a deep breath, Kurt opened his eyes to the small crowd below him, his eyes gliding over their face. Santana looked on, encouraging him, while chanting silently to uphold the barrier. Wes looked to him with a brave smile, nodding for him to begin. Nick, Jeff, Ethan, Thad, David and Trent looked upon him with encouragement, unaware of what was going on, but eager to hear Kurt's voice. His eyes settled on Blaine's and he knew that's where they'd remain, on those strong, trusting golden eyes, shimmering through the darkness. Giving him strength, giving him hope.

I love you

Closing his eyes to the world, he took a deep breath, finding his wolf within, letting his spirit flow within him, through his fingertips, circulating around his torso and soaring up his throat. With a whisper he spoke to his mother, sending her worries away, "I'm sorry mom, I can't hide anymore. I love you." His eyes opened, ice blue diamonds sparkling under the spotlight as he let his voice ascend into the vast heights of the theatre.

I know you're somewhere out there
Somewhere far away
I want you back
I want you back

How desperately he wanted her back with him, to hold him, to answer the questions he didn't have when he was eight.

My neighbours think I'm crazy
But they don't understand
You're all I had
You're all I had

He whispered the last line, willing back the memories which would bring forth the tears, finding Blaine, taking a deep breath of his scent and that of his pack to give him strength to take the next step. But he wasn't ready.

At night when the stars
Light up my room
I sit by myself

Talking to the Moon.
Trying to get to You
In hopes you're on
The other side
Talking to me too.
Or Am I a fool
Who sits alone
Talking to the moon?

"Ohoooo..." Kurt had suppressed his wolf, too scared to let him make those note rise above, like a howl to the full moon. Guilty eyes turned on Blaine, his hands shaking but Blaine sat there, with a gentle smile on his lips, soft golden eyes watching him, guarding him... encouraging him. He could do this.

I'm feeling like I'm famous
The talk of the town
They say I've gone mad
Yeah, I've gone mad

But they don't know what I know

Cause when the sun goes down
Someone's talking back
Yeah, they're talking back

"Ohhh" This was it. His eyes shone in the spotlight as he called on his wolf, feeling his spirit take on his body, but he kept his form, using that spirit through his voice, a majestic, melodious howl stretching through the notes where it was needed.

At night when the stars
Light up my room
I sit by myself

Talking to the Moon.

Trying to get to You
In hopes you're on
The other side
Talking to me too.
Or am I a fool
Who sits alone
Talking to the moon?

"Ahh... Ahh... Ahh..." Kurt watched Blaine lead the Warblers in a beautifully harmonized hum from their seats below, all of them wearing smiles. Kurt had to pour everything he had into this, he had to show them as much as he could otherwise he wouldn't go through with this, and he wanted to let it all out... and so he did.

Do you ever hear me calling?

"Ahh... Ahh... Ahh..." Trent and Ethan looked slightly confused at how Kurt was able to exhort his voice, while Jeff and Nick gave each other knowing glances, hands squeezed together between them. This was the moment, with every fibre of his being he forced his wolf forward, his irises ablaze with his blue frame, his hair shimmering white as he threw his voice across the theatre.

'Cause every night
I'm talking to the Moon

Along with his scent. All the wolves took a deep breath, each one with glowing golden eyes as they all shared the same truth about the hunter before them. The white of Kurt's hair and blue flame in his eyes only a glimpse into the wolf but enough for them to know, if the scent hadn't told them everything they needed to know already.

Still trying to get to You
In hopes you're on
The other side
Talking to me too
Or am I a fool
Who sits alone
Talking to the moon?

"Ohoooo..." Kurt settled his wolf, his hair returning to its sun kissed chestnut brown coif and his eyes to their icy blue, but his scent remained, freed from the confines of the lotion which had been burnt away by the fiery nature of his wolf. It was the most relaxed Kurt had ever felt, but at the same time he was more scared than he could ever remember himself being.

I know you're somewhere out there
Somewhere far away

Once Kurt's voice faded into an echo around the grand hall, there was nothing, not a word not a breath, just the whirl of scents telling all Kurt needed to know. They knew, they thought they knew, they wanted to see and Kurt's hands started to shake again. As Kurt's scent settled around him he felt his body relaxing and his shaking limbs halted, allowing him to slowly approach the edge of the stage, stepping down with ease as everyone stood, crowding around him. Kurt caught Santana's gaze from her chair, still chanting quietly, nodding to Kurt, letting him know she was okay and he smiled back at her gratefully.

"Kurt." He turned to Jeff, who was tentatively trying to rest his hand on Kurt's arm, wide excitable smile on his lips, "You're a... you're a..."

"Hound of God." Came David's deep, calm voice, his arms folded over his chest.

Jeff jumped Kurt, wrapping his arms around his waist and spinning him around, "Yey!" he screamed before putting Kurt down, nuzzling into his neck to take in his scent, "No wonder you were so good around Blaine and Nathan and everyone! I knew there was something about you. I bet you're a beautiful wolf, all white and shiny and soft... damn, we need a cuddle session." Kurt blushed, smiling sheepishly, stunned by the reaction he was getting, all the other Warblers smiling brightly.

"How about you show us, Kurt?" Thad spoke up.

Kurt licked his lips, shuffling on his feet, as he contemplated shifting. Would he be able to get control of his wolf right away? Would he be able to maintain control while as a wolf? A touch to his shoulder told him he would, looking up to Blaine's warm smile. He looked like he'd been the one to unload a huge burden from his shoulders, his body relaxed, eyes tired but happy. He felt Kurt's release, his freedom in this moment. Kurt returned his smile and locked his eyes on the Alpha at his side as he let his wolf in.

White ears stretching passed chestnut brown hair as it streaked with white, that same white fur spreading over every inch of his body. His tail twirled around his seated form next to Blaine, while moonlight blue eyes stared up at the pack around him, all of whom had stepped back in wonder.

"Oh wow! Oh my...! Blaine! How long have you known?" Jeff squealed in delight, kneeling down next to Kurt to pet his head, who complied, leaning into the touch and stepping onto large white paws to rub his slender body over Jeff's thighs, who cooed in awe at the Hound.

"Not too long, I found out by accident. Kurt didn't want to come out, this is something he finds very difficult to talk about." Blaine warned his pack.

"Why is that? Hounds are worshipped by wolves, it doesn't make sense." Thad spoke up.

"Kurt doesn't have a gift... and some wolves have a reason to believe that Kurt should be dead because of it." Blaine growled.

"I've heard of that." David spoke up, all eyes on him, Kurt's wolf stepping back behind Blaine's legs, tail tucking between his legs. "But nothing I could share, just that it means something quite serious for a Hound to not have a gift and that only one Hound will be without a gift at any one time. It's just whispers I heard from a clan we visited a while back in New York."

"See what you can find out. Travel back to that clan with two others if you need to. I want to know what they know." Blaine order, David nodding his understanding.

"Why would anyone want to harm a Hound? Look at him, he's gorgeous!" Nick pointed to Kurt, head poking out from behind Blaine's legs. "Oh and that scent." Nick backed up slightly as Blaine growled, raising his hands in defeat.

"It's a miracle he's been able to hide it for so long." Trent spoke up, kneeling next to Kurt, scratching behind a white ear, smiling as it caused Kurt to shake out his whole body, his tail snapping behind him, "And with the pull of four clans around the town, the strain must have been unbelievable."

"Kurt's never been part of a clan, yeah he would've felt the pull and it would've hurt, but it's probably more confusing than anything." Blaine tugged at Kurt's ear playfully, grinning at the little snap Kurt sends his way.

Kurt shifted back, huddling next to Blaine, steadying himself on his feet, his hand moving round to Blaine's arm. He was relieved to see they meant him no harm, but he was still unnerved by David's words. Thad stepped over to Kurt, brushing the back on his hand over his arm.

"So, seems the story you told us was missing a few details. How did your mother end up here? Can you tell us how this all happened?"

"... Sure." Kurt nodded weakly, hunching back against the stage and slumping down onto the floor, arms crossing over bent legs while the wolves took back their front row seats. He took a moment to organise his thoughts, taking deep calming breaths, trying to ignore the eager eyes awaiting his tale.

"My real father was killed before my mother even knew she was carrying me. She told me he was killed because he was like me, though she never told me how I was like him or what about him meant he was killed while visiting my mother's old pack. She was her pack's Hound of God and my father was also a Hound from a neighbouring pack. She was also a hunter; looked after her pack, kept the vampires and demons away... she was loved by her pack. She'd tell me tales of the celebrations they'd have in her honour, the hunts they would take her on. How on full moons, they would all run together and even the Alpha would let her lead the pack at least once on those nights." Kurt smiled as he recalled his mother sitting on the edge of his bed, animatedly telling tales while Kurt giggled behind a stuffed toy.

"She was three months pregnant when she visited the medicine woman, and it only took twenty minutes for the pack to turn on her and chase her out of the village. My mother's gift was protection, so she was able to hide and disguise her scent easily, but by the time she'd lost the pack, she was already very weak. She spent four months travelling the country for somewhere safe to live, no one would take her in once they got a sniff of me or they already had a Hound in their pack... Why do packs only allow one Hound of God to join them?" Kurt interrupted his story to get some answers, he had asked his mother the same thing but she just stroked his hair and told him to go back to sleep.

"It's just a hierarchy thing." Blaine explained, "An Alpha doesn't like to feel threatened, and one Hound has the admiration of the entire clan and more often than not the strength of an Alpha, so having two or more puts the Alpha in a very precarious situation. That's all."

"Uh huh... By the time Burt and Santana found my mother she was almost dead. I told you that I was raised by all three and that's true... but I spent most of my childhood behind protective shields, or getting smoothed in lotions to hide my scent. I wasn't allowed to morph into my wolf without my mother with me, and even then I was only allowed at home or in our small garden."

"You've never been on a hunt?" Jeff asked, Kurt shaking his head. "Never gone for a run?" Kurt shook his head again. "Even on a full moon?"

"Especially on a full moon. I don't know the first thing about how a pack works apart from what I've observed on the outside. Since my mother's death I've only shifted when forced to by my wolf." Kurt huffed, looking down at his hands. "What I told you about my mother's death was the truth... except they weren't looking her. They were looking for me... I was being picked on by some boys from my school. They chased me into the swimming pool of one of the neighbours near my house and I slipped and fell in. The boys laughed and walked away, until a rouge howl scared them off and they ran. See, back then we didn't have packs living around the town, so we were always having issues with rouge wolves. I ran as fast as I could to Santana's house; I had been told that if something went wrong to go to hers and she put a barrier around her house and the grounds around that house. As we waited for my mother, I bathed in the lotions for hours, scared of what would happen, scared I'd let my mother down." Kurt sniffed, wiping his eyes of the tears before they fell, "But she never came to get me, never came home... all I got was a partial skull, left in the park, surrounded by blood."

Kurt covered his mouth as he sobbed, remembering the night Burt carried him around the town, following his mother's faint scent until they came to the park and soon they didn't need to follow her fading scent, they were given their very own trail of breadcrumbs, in the form of blood, leading to the puddle where the fountain now stands, and the skull Kurt can never get out of his nightmares. A nuzzle of brown hair into his neck brought Kurt back and he immediately leant in to accept Nick's attempt to calm him. He let Nick run a hand through his hair then stroke his cheek as he pressed his own cheek to Kurt's other, whispering calming words to him.

Kurt nudged Nick gently to thank him, clearing his skin of his tears with the back of his hands. Nick stayed by Kurt's side, a hand on his knee, rubbing his thumb over the jeans, while Jeff joined them, sitting on Kurt's other side, settling a hand on his own, squeezing. "I've been terrified of letting go since then, terrified of letting anyone know... but now, I need to know why there are wolves that want me dead. I'm tired of not knowing and hiding from everyone."

David knelt in front of Kurt, taking his hand in his and squeezing gently, "I will head out first thing in the morning and I won't return until I know what that clan knew. I'll get those answers for you." He promised.

Kurt swallowed hard, his fears still too strong to squash, "What if when you hear what they have to say, you agree with them? What if you think I deserve to die?"

David shook his head vigorously, "I swear to you, whatever they tell me will not change my mind, and I won't let them know about you, hunter or Hound. You are under my Alpha's protection and therefore I will protect you too." His smile was warm and Kurt smiled back, blinking away more tears.

"Guys this is sweet, but I'm getting really tired now holding up this stupid barrier. Can we wrap this up?" Santana tapped her foot on the carpeted floor, rubbing a hand into her forehead as she carried on chanting.

Blaine pushed himself up from his chair stepping towards Kurt, offering him his hand, which he took gratefully, allowing Blaine to wrap an arm around his waist. He felt Blaine extend his scent and leaned into the embrace, "You can drop the barrier now, witch." Blaine murmured into Kurt's hair.

A huge sigh released from Santana's lips as she limbered out of her chair, "At last. Look wolves, it's been great but I'm gonna leave you to it. Kurt, see you in the morning." Santana catwalked up the aisle, as Kurt looked up, "Where are you going?" Kurt called.

"Somewhere you don't want to know about." She called back, waving a hand and disappearing behind the grand double doors of the theatre.

Wes reached out for Blaine, gripping his hair in a gentle tug which Blaine returned, "Take everyone back, I'll take Kurt home and join you later." With a nod Wes turned his golden eyes to Kurt, "You have our protection Kurt, no matter what, you will always be welcome in the Westerville clan." He touched Kurt's cheek, sharing a small smile with him then morphing into his grey wolf, the others following suit, each one brushing their long bodies against Kurt's thigh and all at once they left the theatre, howling into the night sky.

He felt Blaine nuzzle his hair as he spoke, "I told you they'd accept you." He felt the kiss in his hair, closing his eyes to the touch.

"So you did... let's see how they react when David returns." Kurt muttered, pulling out of Blaine's embrace.

Kurt walked over to the seat where he left his holster, wrapping it back around his waist, followed by the other weapons, then searching for the scarf, wrapping it around his neck, smirking back at Blaine when the growl returned. "You need to stop that, if I go to the mines without Sebastian's gift, I'll be the one in trouble." Kurt steps back out to Blaine, holding his hand out, silently asking for the keys.

Blaine handed them over still glaring at the scarf, "Doesn't make me want to burn it any less."

Kurt laughed, going through the ringlet of keys to find the right one, "You Alphas are all the same. So possessive."

Kurt made to walk off but turned back to Blaine when his arm is grabbed, "I'm different though, right?" Blaine asked.

"What do you mean?" Kurt swallowed.

"I mean more to you than just some possessive Alpha, right?" Blaine stepped close to Kurt, running the back of his fingers across Kurt's flushed cheek.

"I don't understand what I feel for you, Blaine. I don't know whether it's just my wolf being pulled towards a strong Alpha or whether what I feel for you is real." Kurt admitted, looking away. "It's still so confusing to me, you're all very affectionate to one another and I don't know whether what I want from you is what I'd want from any wolf."

"Then forget your wolf for a moment. What do you feel?" Blaine urged.

Kurt thought for a moment, tugging at the silk scarf around his neck, "I find you very attractive, Blaine. Even when you thought I was a demon I found you very appealing, and I wanted to know more about you. You... you make me feel something, and... and it's hard to distinguish between my wolf and me because we both feel that need to be near you and we both feel so good from a simple touch. When... when you kiss me... I don't know how to describe how good you make me feel when you kiss me... You... You take my breath away." Kurt found the courage to look back to Blaine, amazed by the dazzling smile he was directing at him. "I enjoy your company and I want to spend more time with you, but I don't want to get you involved in this mess until I know what's going on. I don't want to put you in harm's way."

Blaine sighed, hand gripping the back of Kurt's neck as his eyes travelled from his lips to the scarf around his neck, back to his lips before returning his gaze, "When David returns, and we know what's going on... Will you be mine? In the meantime, I want to spend time with you, take you out and show you what you and your wolf feel is something you don't share with anyone else... that it's just for me. That we can give us a go, and we can keep it quiet like you want, but when David comes back, I want everyone to know that I've made a claim on you and you on me, as hunter and wolf... for now."

Kurt couldn't take his eyes off the wolf in front of him as he spoke, jaw slightly ajar, tears in his eyes as Blaine practically asked him out, asked him to be his. Kurt never thought he'd allow himself to even consider this. But here he stood, seriously considering Blaine's request, wanting to give in to his heart, fighting back those demons in his head. He blinked back his tears, sucking on his lips before nodding his head and breaking out into a dazzling smile.

"Yes... I-I guess I can agree to that." Blaine's own smile broke out onto his lips as they connected with Kurt's, both taking a sharp intake of breath as their lips began to move together.

Kurt pressed further into the kiss, moaning as Blaine's tongue traced his lips asking for permission and he gave it, battling with Blaine's tongue. He smiled into the kiss as a possessive growl rumbled through Blaine's throat, one hand still on the back of his neck, the other tracing a pattern over his side and lower back. Kurt's hands curled into Blaine's wispy hair but they both jolted apart as the keys tumbled to the floor, the clang echoing in the empty theatre. With an embarrassed laugh and smile they both pulled apart, allowing Kurt to pick up the keys and point awkwardly towards the door.

"We should go. You still have to walk me home." Kurt blushed, stepping backwards towards the doors, still smiling at Blaine.

Blaine chuckled at Kurt, enjoying the shy manner Kurt had suddenly taken on, following him up the aisle, tucking his hands in his pockets, "That I do. You going to walk backwards the entire way?"

Wide eyed, Kurt turned to walk ahead, holding the door for Blaine, "No... no... just umm... let me lock up." Kurt shut the door, concentrating on locking it as he tried to get his nerves under control. He didn't know why he'd become so nervous but he could tell Blaine was enjoying this. Once the theatre was all locked up he hid the keys behind a poster for Rachel to find in the morning and stepped up next to Blaine, walking down the deserted high street with him.

As they walked, Kurt felt Blaine's hand reach out for his and intertwine their fingers together, squeezing gently then tugging to pull Kurt closer to him, shoulders brushing. Kurt tried to distract himself by looking around the town, checking which lights were still on, watching the shadows move in the forest in the distance and listening out to the muffled words of the teenagers hanging out in the park. He didn't dare sniff the air, knowing all he'd smell would be Blaine's scent.

Tonight had gone so much better than Kurt could ever imagine. Yes, Blaine had told him his pack would accept him, but there was a large part of him that thought differently, too many dark voices and stern warnings in his head. However, right now, he felt good with the decision he made. He could tell he was going to be able to get along with Blaine's pack, him and Wes already on good terms, and Nick and Jeff seemed fun and playful. He knew he'd be able to let go with those two and just enjoy being a wolf... but that day was still far off. Right now, the only way he could do that was to have Blaine send out his scent like he had tonight, and he could tell it was straining the Alpha, eyes tired. He didn't want to put that on Blaine.

Once back at Kurt's house, he unlocked the door and stared at the lock, contemplating his next move. Does he say good night to Blaine right now or does he let him in, knowing Santana probably wouldn't be back for a while? Was that too forward? Was he ready to let go that much? Letting go of the lip he didn't realise he was bruising with his teeth, he slowly turned back to Blaine, who had been standing behind him, crowding him, with a look in his eyes Kurt would've run from not so long ago but now he was letting himself drown in.

"Do you want to come in for a bit? You must be exhausted, keeping your scent so strong for so long. I can put my lotions on and you can rest, or I can just light some candles." Kurt offered, forcing himself to stop before he started to ramble.

"That sounds like a good idea. Thank you."

Nodding, Kurt opened the door and let Blaine through, locking the door behind him. He led Blaine upstairs to his room, sharpening his hearing as they pass Santana's room, thankful she wasn't home yet and opened the door to his room, letting Blaine in first. He watched Blaine look around, pondering the smug smile on his lips as he took in the large king size bed, covered in a mountain of silk pillows, wall length mirrors on sliding doors, hiding away his wardrobe on the other side, various old books and notepads scattered on the window seat.

On the other side of the room sat the old vanity unit with an oval mirror, framed with Kurt's photographs, Blaine's hand reaching out to lift a few photos to view the ones hidden underneath. Kurt left Blaine to light several candles around the room; two on the windowsill, one on each bedside table, four on the floor in front of the wardrobes and the final two on the vanity unit, leaving him standing next to Blaine once more.

"You can lower your scent now." Kurt explained, blowing out the match.

The instant Blaine's scent left the room, his body relaxed and he moaned at the release his body felt. Kurt felt guilt slip through his chest at what he had made Blaine, Wes and Santana do for him tonight, just because he was too scared to stop hiding.

"You look just like your mother."

Kurt looked to the photo Blaine held between his finger and his thumb; it was an old photo from when Kurt was only a few months old. Elizabeth sat in Burt's old arm chair, quilted blanket over her lap, her hair tied back in a pony, the long strands of a fringe floating passed her chin, framing her alabaster skin and blue eyes. In her lap slept a white cub, curled up between her protective hands, one holding his front paws, the other resting on his back. It was one of his favourites.

"You were cute too." Blaine added, nudging Kurt lightly before putting the photo back and turning to Kurt's bed, unceremoniously collapsing on the pillows, a few tumbling to the cream plush carpet. Kurt watched Blaine, his eyes closed, arm crossed over his stomach, breathing deeply. The moan that followed startled Kurt slightly.

"Now that my scent's not so strong I can smell you so clearly. It's so soothing... gorgeous." Blaine moaned again, his eyes still closed.

Kurt blushed, removing his holster, weapons and the scarf, placing them in the corner of the room then sitting down on the other side of the bed removing some of the pillows so he could sit back against the headboard. When he's settled he looked back down at Blaine, meeting golden eyes staring up at him.

"You're suppose to be resting." Kurt narrowed his eyes at Blaine.

"Cuddle with me." Blaine ordered, rolling on his front to crawl over to Kurt, between his legs, resting his hands either side of Kurt's hips. "Jeff's right, you do look like you give great cuddles, and that little play of submission you did for me earlier was such a tease." Blaine nuzzled his head into Kurt's neck, spreading butterfly kisses over his skin.

Kurt hummed, nuzzling Blaine's own neck, his lips skimming over olive skin, while his hands massaged his back. Kurt's mind didn't even drift to the horrid memories he had the last time a man was in this bed with him. A demon, Kurt corrected himself. Blaine scent and his touch was so different, it couldn't compare. He knew he'd have trouble if they went further, but right now, he allowed himself the joy of Blaine's warm touch.

"It's been a long time since I gave a wolf a cuddle and even then it was just my mother." Kurt pressed a soft kiss to Blaine's neck, enjoying the little moan it elicits. "Just do what you know, I'll help you out if I need to." Blaine whispered, pulling on Kurt's hips to lay him flat on the bed, tossing aside a couple more pillows which get in his way. Kurt's mind flashed to broader, rougher hands pressing into his hips, but shook them away. "Hey, be nice to the furniture." Kurt warned, tapping his shoulder.

"Too many pillows." Blaine grumbled, pressing his hands into the mattress either side of Kurt's head, just staring down at him, taking in the beauty of his flawless skin against the white sheets, the soft hue of pink on his cheeks and lips and the spark of cerulean blue from his eyes. "You can't cuddle me if you're up there." Kurt whispered, drawing a smile to Blaine's lips, "True." He whispered back, leaning down to kiss Kurt lightly, then, with a mischievous smirk he grips Kurt's hips, rolling them over, Kurt now straddling Blaine's hips. Kurt rested his hands on Blaine's chest to balance himself, glaring down at the smiling wolf. "I asked you for a cuddle, not the other way around." Blaine drooled, running his hands up and down Kurt's thighs.

"Spoilt wolf." Kurt muttered, but leans down anyway to press his forehead to Blaine's, noses touching. If anything he was grateful for the change; he didn't have any memories to torture him like this. He gazed into those hazel eyes, almost gold with his desire, then presses his cheek to Blaine's, nuzzling lightly, his lips grazing the slight stubble on his jaw. Blaine pushed back playfully and Kurt pressed into Blaine's neck, rubbing his forehead and then his nose into the curve of his neck, before biting playfully, earning a chuckle from Blaine.

"A biter?" Kurt hummed, his fingers pressing into his chest then down his arms, "Jeff can be a biter now and again." Kurt tugged at Blaine's ear with his teeth, remembering how he used to do that to get his mother's attention, "You enjoy getting cuddles off Jeff?" Kurt licked his ear, smiling at the groan he gets from Blaine, amazed at himself for how bold he was being but thrilled with how relaxed it made him and his wolf feel.

"I did, until you started this." Blaine breathed, his fingers running through Kurt's hair, leaning in to breath in Kurt's scent.

Kurt moved to the other side, placing a kiss on his nose as he goes, burying his face in Blaine's neck. His fingers tickle Blaine's sides, enjoying the giggle he's trying to repress and drags his teeth along Blaine's jaw; his mother used to do that to initiate play. Blaine nibbled, tugging on Kurt's ear, finding a patch of skin below his ear and sucking hungrily. Kurt laughed, pulling away to sit back in Blaine's lap, finding a hand to twine his fingers with.

"What... what else can I do?" Kurt asks, unsure of what he could do with an adult wolf, having found it a lot easier to cuddle when he could fit in the lap of his parents.

Blaine sat up, holding onto Kurt's hips, whispering, "Wrap your arms around my neck." Kurt obeyed, enjoying being this close to Blaine, enjoying how close they were and enjoying learning new things from this Alpha. "Run your hands through my hair." His fingers tangle in his curls, tugging lightly, smiling at the grin on Blaine's lips, "Good... remember the way I calmed you the first time I came here?" Kurt nods, leaning in to press lingering kisses to Blaine's temples over and over again, watching Blaine close his eyes and relax entirely before him, pressing those kisses to his forehead, his cheekbone, his nose and his jaw, purposely avoiding his lips even when Blaine leans in to capture them.

A rumble of a growl in Blaine's chest causes Kurt to chuckle, tugging on Blaine's hair, "So impatient and greedy." He teased, biting Blaine's jaw again.

They both hear the heeled steps heading towards the house, the sound changing when they reach the wooden porch and they pull away slightly when the key unlocks the front door, the same door slamming shut soon after. Blaine's heavy sigh draws Kurt's eyes to Blaine's and they just stare for a moment as Santana calls up.

"Kurt, you asleep?" He can hear Santana moving jars around in the kitchen; she must have bought new supplies for her magic.

"Yeah, I'm awake. Blaine's here too." He called out, still seated on Blaine's lap.

"Just keep it down you two, I need my beauty sleep." He can hear her climbing the stairs, and closing her bedroom door behind her.

Kurt coughed lightly, bringing Blaine's hand up to kiss it gently, "How are you feeling?"

"Like I could run for hours and still not be tired." Kurt laughed lightly at the grin on Blaine's face.

"Then you're ready to head home." Kurt quipped, standing from the bed and grabbing a candle to carry with him. "My scent will come off you once you pass through the candles."

Blaine nodded, standing from the bed and walking down the stairs, turning back to Kurt when he reaches the front door. "My father's holding a feast tomorrow night-"

"I won't come. I have to patrol... and it's hard to eat when your hands are cuffed." Kurt interrupted.

"Then I'll come visit you before." Blaine stated, cupping Kurt's face in his hands and kissing him tenderly.

"If you can find me." Kurt smiled.

"I'll find you." Blaine returned his smile.

"Good night, Blaine." Kurt urged him on.

Blaine opened the front door, stepping out and turning back, "Good night, my wolf."

Before Kurt could retort Blaine morphed into his black wolf, darting from the porch and up the path to the forest. Kurt closed the door, leaning against it, a smile flashing across his face as he hears Blaine's howl echo through the night sky and the thin walls of the house.


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