After a night of having an Alpha beg him to stay another day and night in the village, with whines and tender, slow touches followed by gentle kisses and nips, Kurt caved. He agreed to stay until the following morning and just enjoy this bubble they were in before returning to reality. He knew he couldn't escape what was waiting for him back in the town, and he had every intention of dealing with everything that was thrown at him, but he deserved this day, right?

Kurt had risen late in the morning to a still sleeping Blaine cuddling next to him, arm over his stomach, holding him close, cuff still on his wrist, and Kurt found himself sitting there, looking down on his Alpha, fingers stroking the cuff absentmindedly. Was he foolish to jump into this claim before this business with Hunter was done with? It wasn't a mating, so if Kurt did die during all of this, Blaine could move on and find someone else, and Kurt did want to be with Blaine, and this way, he could have that, without ruining Blaine's life.

However when Kurt let Blaine dress him in another pair of white jeans and a similar white shirt with silver details stitches over the back, with the same headdress as before, he did consider mating with Blaine just so he could wear something other than white. But he wouldn't, would he? It was so hard to resist when Blaine looked at him with those loving eyes, and touched him with soft caresses, whispering promises of forever. Kurt had even pleaded with Blaine to stop, telling him;

"What if... if we do mate and I... what if Hunter gets to me?"

Arms wrapped around his waist tightly, words whispered into his ear, "I'm never saying goodbye to you."

So much promise in those few words, so much meaning left Kurt speechless and fighting his heart to listen to his head, and get his heart to tell his head to listen. With a breath taking kiss at the door, Blaine had taken Kurt's hand and led him into the midday sun, where the village had come to life. Men tended to repairs on the lodges and fences, while the women sowed the vegetable gardens, prepared the meats the men had caught the night before and washed clothing. Children ran around the cabins, morphing to and from their wolves with happy laughter, some running from a couple of wolves who chased them, snapping at their heels playfully.

Yes, it felt like he'd stepped back in time to some medieval age but it felt so welcoming and homely too. Something he could get used to. Kurt had found himself walking around once Blaine had been pulled away by Wes, being greeted by everyone wishing him well and letting him know they would look after him, when he stopped outside a lodge he had visited before. Sat outside the lodge was Sarah, kneeling down next to a little ball of white fur, trying to get him to walk steadily on his paws. With not so much pleading, Kurt now found himself, morphed into his Hound, slowly walking little Liam around the walkways, nudging him with his nose when he tumbled slightly.

Liam padded underneath Kurt, walking between his legs, trying to copy Kurt's much wider strides, tripping over his paws, Kurt reaching back to grasps the loose flesh on the back of neck between his teeth to set Liam back on his feet by his side, nudging his bum gently to move him on. A couple of women had walked by them, cooing at Liam and running a welcoming hand across Kurt's back, making him shake out his body, his tail grabbing Liam's attention. Liam rolled onto his back, paws reaching out to bat at the larger tail, huffing and making squeaked noises when he doesn't reach it.

Kurt swished his tail teasingly just out of the pup's reach then walked off, looking back to watch Liam chase after him on steadier feet. They stopped at a bucket of water for Kurt to get a drink, Liam curling up between Kurt's front legs, snuggling as close to the larger Hound as possible.

Ice blue eyes turned on the blonde wolf creeping up on them, Liam looking up to bark at the wolf, his whole body jumping with the force. Kurt huffed at Jeff, turning back to the water, taking a few more sips, watching out of the corner of his eye as Jeff lowered his head to the floor, tail twitching high in the air, sending Kurt a small gnarling noise in his impatience. Picking Liam up in his mouth again, they walk together back to the lodge, Jeff rubbing his body against Kurt's now and again, butting his head into Kurt's shoulder a couple of times. Liam begins to howl once he's placed back in Sarah's lap as Kurt walked away back to Jeff, giving Liam one last look and returning his howl, the little pup looking at him with wide excitable mismatched eyes.

Walking with Jeff soon turned into nudges and head butts, snapping and growling and soon Jeff was chasing Kurt around the village and the nearby trees. They scurry through the stream down the side of the village, Kurt turning to pounce his paws into the water, splashing Jeff who shook out the water then pounced on Kurt, paws on his back to hold him down. With a growl, Kurt rolled with Jeff through the river, then chased him back into the village in front of Blaine's cabin, where Jeff turned and rests his head down low on the ground in defeat.

Kurt huffed and shakes out his body then circled around Jeff before laying down on the ground. Jeff stood to shake out his own body before turning to Kurt, nudging his belly gently then walking to lay behind Kurt, placing his front paws over Kurt's shoulder blades and nuzzling his head into the damp fur in his neck, licking the fur clean. Kurt made a noise of thanks, nuzzling closer to Jeff, tilting his head back to get a rub of affection.

Ears perk up followed by their heads as they hear a truck engine pull up by the village, the banging of doors then the ranting of an Hispanic witch and the laughter of a gruff older man that had Kurt jumping up and morphing back, along with Jeff at the sudden movement. Kurt bolted down the path, skidding passed the villagers and other wolves with a huge smile on his face, the headdress falling away from his hair.

"Dad!" Kurt yelled, jumping into Burt's wide open arms, giggling as he gets spun around.

"Hey, my boy!" Burt laughed, squeezing Kurt tightly before putting him down on his feet, "I was ready to light up this whole forest to find you the other night. I never felt my heart work so hard until Santana told me they'd found you." Burt blinked back tears, "I thought they'd got to you."

Kurt blinked back his own tears, wrapping his arms around Burt's middle, going back for another hug, "I'm okay, dad. They can't get me that easily. I'm sorry I made you worry so much, you don't-" Kurt sniffed as Burt cupped his face.

"Hey, I'm fine, kiddo. Santana and Carole made sure I didn't panic my way back to hospital." Burt tried to smile, but Kurt could tell it was forced.

"Why are you wet, Lady?" Santana piped up, pulling at Kurt's soaked shirt.

"Jeff and I went for a run... in the stream." Kurt smiled, pulling the fabric away from his skin.

"As wolves?" Burt asked, eyebrows raised in surprise when Kurt nodded. "So you're just, what? Morphing into a wolf whenever it suits you now?"

Kurt nodded, "I know, dad, I know mom didn't want this but... I'm so tired of hiding, and I had little choice after the witch ratted me out. Everyone knew so, I might as well get used to it. I'll put the lotions back on when I go back to town though." Kurt assured him.

"Good, because if those rouges turn up, sniffing you out, I don't want them attacking you while you sleep."

"I'd sniff them out before they could do that, you know that." Kurt nudged Burt.

Kurt felt the headdress being placed on his head again, turning to smile brightly at Blaine, "Hey."

"You dropped this." Blaine whispered, running the ends of the headdress through his hand before looking up to Burt, "Mr Hummel, so glad you could come." Blaine held out his hand.

Burt took it, squeezing hard, "Well when I heard you were keeping him an extra day I thought I'd better come down see how my boy was doing."

Blaine smiled bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck, "Yeah, sorry about that, but I wasn't ready to let Kurt go just yet."

Burt hummed knowingly, raising a brow at Kurt's blush then nodding to the cuff on Blaine's wrist, "I can see why. So, is there somewhere we can sit and chat?" Burt rubbed his hands together to dismiss the tense mood building.

"You can use my cabin, I have to go visit my father." Blaine offered, running a hand over Kurt's back, "If you're staying, we're having a feast tonight."

Burt shook his head, "Thanks for the invite but I'll pass."

Blaine nodded, sending Kurt one last look before heading off. Kurt's wolf pined to follow after Blaine but he shook it away, leading Burt and Santana up to the cabin. He removed the headdress and excused himself to change into a pair of loose fitting white linen pants and a long sleeved white top. He returned to find Burt and Santana sat in front of the fire, drinks already in their hands and one for Kurt by the empty armchair.

"I thought they were crazy when they asked me to just pick up your white clothes." Santana chuckled, "you gotta wear that all the time?"

"Oh, it's coming off when I get home." Kurt sat down, sipping his drink, turning to Burt.

"How's Finn?" It had been bothering him ever since that day, seeing that look in his eyes; he needed to know.

"Confused. I've spent the last day and a half digging out all the old photos of you and your mom, even got out the old recordings we took of you turning into your wolf and playing around the house... those were good memories... but they freaked him out a bit. I think the main thing being that he'd known you for all those years, and not once did he think you were a wolf." Burt leant forward in his chair as he spoke.

"Yeah well, he's not the smartest hunter out there." Kurt shrugged.

"I think he's also annoyed you didn't tell him when he became a hunter."

"He's not an official hunter, he hasn't taken the exam, I just gave him a job." Kurt countered, "We agreed we wouldn't tell anyone, Carole only found out because she went through all the boxes in the loft when you had that clear out."

"I know."

"The giant will forgive you. He's a big softie, he's can't stay mad at you. Just let his big, thick brain absorb everything first." Santana moaned, throwing another log on the fire.

Burt nodded in agreement, "He almost came with us today but I told him someone's gotta watch the town."

"How is everything? Did Sebastian cause any trouble?" Kurt asked, gripping his glass tightly.

"He's been a right, royal pain in the ass. He left last night but he spent all day making sure everyone knew you were a wolf and if they kept you around, they'd all die. He's got everyone running scared, some locals have already packed up and left, some have already come to me to tell you to not return... Others are waiting for you to return to tell your side."

"Did Sebastian hurt anyone?"

"Just tore up Sid's bar when he shot at one of his wolves... he wanted the locals to hate you, not him." Burt sighed, removing his cap to run a hand over his bald head.

"You can let them know I'll be returning tomorrow, and I'll explain everything." Kurt swallowed hard, his head starting to hurt as his mind spun with what he'd have to do.

"And what about these demons?" Burt asked.

"I'll deal with them. Nathan, Blaine, Puck and Will are on my side, so I'll have their help, but I will end this." Kurt promised. "Did Santana tell you... about what we found out about... me?"

Burt nodded replacing his cap, "Yeah, and I have to say, your mother was right to hide something as special as you."

Kurt's heart leapt when he's called 'special', smiling with a faint blush. "And what about this Blaine guy? I see you two have made a claim... the full moon's not far off."

Kurt's blush deepened as he rung his hands, "Only a week away... But I don't know if it would be wise... what if... what if I don't make it through this?"

Burt sat back in shock, running a hand over his face, "You can't think like that, if you do, you will fail. You need to be positive, you need to think that you will get through this... and maybe having Blaine there, he can be that anchor which gets you through this."

"Your dad's right, a mating could strengthen your position..." Santana sipped her drink. Kurt knew that move, she was hiding something.

"I won't use Blaine. If I mate with him, it'll be because... Because I love him... but sometimes love means you let that person go in order to sacrifice yourself for others. To protect that love." Kurt lowered his head, he felt so torn, "Witch, if you have anything to say about this then say it now." Kurt looked up to Santana sternly, jaw tight.

"...If I was you, I'd mate with Blaine. If only so it'll give you a future to fight for." Santana pushed her hair out of her face, heaving a sigh.

Kurt followed her sigh, sitting back in his chair. There they stayed until the sun started to descend behind the tree tops, talking strategies once Kurt returned home, discussing what would be told to the locals and creating back up plans in case all hell broke loose with Kurt's return. He walked them to the gates, happily accepting Burt's huge bear hug then squeezing Santana to him, reminding her to stay out of his wardrobe. He waved them off then returned to the cabin, smiling as he watched Nick and Jeff cuddle with Blaine as wolves.

Jeff was on his back, paws padding into Blaine's side, head reaching up to nibble at the loose flesh on the underside of his neck, while Blaine licked his head, biting his ear now and again. Nick lay on the other side of Blaine, licking the black fur on his neck and back, tails batting against each other behind them. Kurt smiled at the display, slightly overwhelmed at the bond these wolves shared and what they were opening to him with wide arms. Kurt let a growl slip through his lips, swaying his hips as he approached.

Blaine's ears flicked up, hazel eyes watching Kurt approach while nudging Jeff and Nick, who moved away from Blaine to curl around each other, Nick's front paws over Jeff's neck and shoulder blades. Blaine morphed back, brushing down his black jeans and purple shirt, holding his hand out to Kurt, who took it, willingly being pulled into Blaine's arms. One hand held the back of his neck through the headdress, pulling Kurt into a heated kiss, different to what they'd shared before. This kiss was about dominance and possession, Blaine was showing his wolves and the wolves around who Kurt belonged to, and Kurt didn't mind at all, completely submitting to the Alpha.

Kurt whined into the kiss, hands resting on Blaine's shoulders and Blaine growled into the kiss, biting Kurt's lips to hear him yelp in submission, thrilling his Alpha. Pulling away, Kurt growled and Blaine growled back, seductive smiles on their lips as they pressed their foreheads together, noses nudging.

"How did it go with your dad?" Blaine asked, rearranging the headdress over Kurt's coif, settling the excess over his shoulders, eyes admiring the toned chest under the thin white top.

"Okay... I have a lot to deal with when I go back, but we've worked out a few things for when the inevitable happens." Kurt sighed, looking over Blaine's shoulder to Nick, who had Jeff between his legs, wrapping his arms around his waist, nibbling on his ear.

"The inevitable?" Blaine asked.

"When the town turns on me... and when I'm called back to the hunter's society in New York." Kurt confirmed.

"Would they do that?"

"To be honest with you, I want to go back. I want to speak with Sue and see if I can get some answers. The more we know about this demon the better our advantage will be. Plus I want to take Brittany there; they can keep her under guard and out of our way while we deal with Hunter." Kurt explained.

"...I'll go with you." Blaine straightened his back.

"Blaine, you have a pack-"

"Stop calling us packs... That's the human word and it's degrading." Blaine growled, Kurt shrinking back slightly from the demanding glow of gold in those hazel eyes, nodding silently, "It'll take a day for you to travel to New York. One day there, one day back. How long will you need there?"

"Maybe a day or two." Kurt shrugged.

"So that's four days away from here and my clan can travel faster than your truck so it won't even be that long for us. My father can look after everyone for four days and there's still Puck and Will around." Blaine reasoned.

"You won't be allowed in the academy."

Blaine shrugged, "The boys and I will find a club to take over and sing a few songs, explore the city. It's been a while since we went to New York." Blaine smiled, cupping Kurt's chin, his thumb rubbing against his bottom lip, "You're not going to persuade me to stay, I'm coming with you. Yes, you have four clans who are on your side, but we already know from David that the clan in New York know about you and I'm betting the other clans and rouges in the city will know about you too."

Kurt nodded with a smile, "Okay. I'll let you tag along."

Blaine smiled, sealing the deal with a kiss. A tap on Kurt's shoulder pulls him away with a whine from Blaine, turning to smile at Jane. She was dressed elegantly in an off the shoulder emerald dress which swept around her feet, edged in gold embroidery, a gold belt wrapped low on her hips. Her ebony hair covered in a matching headdress that sat over her shoulders, down to her waist. A vision of beauty.

"You look amazing, Jane. What's the occasion?" Kurt asked.

"Nathan's holding a feast tonight to celebrate our victory at Schuester's village, and to officially welcome our new Hounds of God." Jane smiled, accepted a kiss to the cheek from Blaine.

"Hounds?" Kurt questioned.

"You and Liam. It is only right we thank God for bringing you two to us."

Even if technically it was you who brought Liam to Sarah.

"So Kurt, I think it's time we got you ready. You can't go to the feast like that." Jane gestured to Kurt's outfit.

"... Please tell me it's not another headdress." Kurt groaned, his shoulders slumping.

Jane just grinned as she took Kurt's hand, dragging him away to her cabin.

Blaine growled at Thad as he reached across the grand table spread out on the grounds in front of Nathan's cabin for a chicken thigh, the wolf slumping back into his seat then snapping at Ethan who laughed at him. It was late into the night and fire pits had been lit all around the grounds, giving off warmth and light. All the wolves had their finest clothes on for the occasion, Blaine, Nathan, Puck and Will dressed in black slacks and white shirts, decorated according their clans; Nathan wore a black and gold sash over his shoulders, dotted with emerald gems, Puck wore a black suit jacket with a band on his left arm, embroidered with a red wolf before a white crescent moon, Will wore a teal waistcoat with a wolf's paw print over his heart. Blaine smiled at the print, Emma had informed him that it was her paw on the waistcoat and would moan every time she had to wash it and reapply the print, but understood that it was an acknowledgement of their bond to the rest of clan when he wore it.

Blaine looked down at his own attire, undone bow tie draped around his collar, while small yellow warbler cuff links held his sleeves in place, the tan wristband just peeking out below. He'd sleeked his hair back with gel to tidy it up, knowing too well his mother would try to do it herself at the table, in front of everyone, if he left it curly. Wes, David and Thad had decided on navy suits, with open collared white shirts while the rest of his clan sat in grey slacks and various coloured shirts. Everyone stood as Emma walked over to the table, dressed in a floor length teal pleated dress, white sash around her shoulder and white scarf wrapped around her hips, just behind her followed Sarah, holding Liam, blonde hair just visible under the white blanket he'd been gifted from Jane and Nathan.

Nathan approached Sarah, kissing her cheek and then leaning in to kiss Liam's forehead, both of them smiling at the tired whine he let out. Emma took her place next to Will in a sea of teal cushions and drapes, while Sarah was helped into her seat next to her husband. Women were still bringing bowl after bowl filled with meats, salad and vegetables, while others placed large containers of wine and beer, filling glasses when the men raised them in the air. Soon everyone was settled and Nathan leaned over the empty white pile of cushions and blankets to speak to his son.

"How long does it take for your mother and Hound to get ready?"

"I thought mother was already dressed when she came to steal Kurt away from me." Blaine smiled, sipping his beer.

"So it's your Hound." Nathan raised a brow.

"Probably throwing a fit over what he's got to wear." Blaine chuckled. In truth, he couldn't wait to see Kurt in his official garbs. Jeremiah had been a sight to behold when he attended official events, every wolf approaching him, it was rare for Jeremiah to leave an event without at least three offerings of mating, much to be dismay of his mate. Blaine bowed his head as he thought of his fallen brethren, wondering when Jeremiah's soul would return to this realm once more.

It was bewildering to him that his Hound, Kurt, was the so called Hound of God who stood above all the others, who had been the tale of nightmares to young pups. It shocked him how all those little tales and whispers which had no connection before now all slotted together with their missing puzzle piece. His father would tell him tales of an all powerful demon who could unlock evil spirits to come and scurry around the village, waiting for a naughty pup to step outside the village to be gobbled up.

His mother would talk of a Hound, which held all the secrets of the white wolves, and if you saw a white wolf in your dreams you should follow it and if it offers you a blue gem then you are meant to be King. He had seen a white wolf in his dreams before, and this is what his mother had told him, but every time the white wolf returned to his dreams, he could never catch it. When he told his father of the dream, he was told to kill that white wolf, not catch it, for it was a demon in disguise and would only bring evil to the world.

Blaine grieved for his ancestors and brethren who thought that a soul like Kurt's could be evil, who spread these evil tales and forced such beauty into hiding... who would shed the blood of such beauty. He swore that night, when Kurt ran into the forest and he fought off Sebastian from his chase, that he would fight for Kurt, that he would remain by his side until they could break this curse and rewrite the tales of seven centuries.

A hushed silence fell on the table as all eyes turned up to the doors of Nathan's cabin, Blaine following everyone's lead, standing as Jane emerged at the door, dressed as she was earlier, make up slightly heavier. She reached out an arm to beckon Kurt out from behind the door, a motherly smile on her lips when Kurt must have shook his head in refusal. Blaine watched his father step up to the door, placing a kiss on his mother's lips, who stepped down to join everyone at the table. Holding out a hand, Blaine could hear his father urge Kurt out with a gentle grunt, commanding Kurt to take his hand.

Lavender rushed through the grounds as a pale hand reached out to take Nathan's, a bare pale arm following through before stepped out for all to see. The silver orb around his neck tapped back against a white halter neck top, turtle neck tight around his neck, a zigzag of silk ribbon tying the top at his lower back. A crisscross of tan belts sat on his hips, holding a wash of material around his back and thighs which reached the floor and dipped into teal at the ends, revealing tight white pants underneath. The headdress sat over his perfectly styled hair and on his bare shoulders, excess material sitting back over his revealed shoulder blades.

Nathan placed a tender kiss to Kurt's knuckles then ran his hand down Kurt's bare back, resting it on the curve over his lower back as he lead Kurt down to the table, the light material of the open skirt fluttering behind him. Blaine blinked when a napkin was thrust into his hand by a grinning, sniggering Wes.

"Stop drooling, you're embarrassing." He whispered, Nick chuckling from across the table.

Blaine growled, dropping the napkin to the table, turning his golden eyes back to his Hound, enjoying the slight blush on Kurt's cheeks as Nathan led him to his seat, cupping Kurt's cheek to gain his attention and placing a tender kiss to his forehead. Kurt smiled to Nathan before taking his seat, everyone else following suit. Blaine leaned over to kiss Kurt's cheek, smiling when he felt Kurt lean into him.

"You are breathtakingly beautiful, my wolf." He whispered.

"Well I always knew I could pull off a skirt." Kurt smiled, tilting his head up superiorly but laughed at Blaine's confused look, "I've worn a couple in my day, for fashion you understand."

Blaine chuckled, squeezing Kurt's hand, "Of course."

"You don't look too bad yourself." Kurt blushed, blown cerulean eyes dragging over Blaine's figure but frowned when he looked at his hair, "Did you use the whole bottle of gel?"

Blaine huffed, straightening his back, "Leave my hair alone."

"That's coming out later." Kurt poked Blaine's side.

He smiled, "What are we doing later?" Blaine laughed at the deep blush on Kurt's cheeks.

Everyone went silent as Nathan stood from his chair, holding his glass, Blaine, Puck and Will standing with him, each holding their own glass, the only sound coming from Liam as he whined against Sarah's chest.

"Two days ago, our brothers were attacked by a danger we knew was coming, but we weren't prepared for. My brothers of Schuester... you are a small clan, but strong and brave beyond your years, and even though you lost over half your clan, you still hold your heads up high and fight on, and no one can deny you your place at this table for that. You kept your Hound of God safe and stopped the demons from progressing further into the forest. For that, I salute you."

Everyone raised their glasses to Will, who raised his own, "Thank you Brother Anderson." He sipped at his wine.

Nathan turned to Puck, "Brother Puckerman, you lived the furthest from the attack, but you didn't hesitate in calling your clan into action to aid the Schuesters. You are the strongest of us, fearless and brave, with a loyal clan by your side. You too lost men in the attack, but here you stand, by our side, ready to fight with us to protect the sanctuary we have built here. I am proud to have you with us."

Everyone raised their glasses to Puck, who tipped his own, "Cheers Brother." Puck downed his glass, holding it out to Lauren to get it refilled.

Nathan turned to Blaine with a fatherly smile, "My son, when you left to travel with your small clan, we left on bad terms." Blaine lowered his head with a nod, "But when you returned to us after that brutal attack on your home, you came back as a true Alpha. You came back with knowledge and understanding, and the love of every member of your clan, even those who had lost loved ones still hold you with the highest of esteem. You put your life at risk for the ones you love and you did it again two days ago. You, who did not know many of the wolves who were under attack, still rallied your men together with mine, and went to the aid of the Schuesters. You showed true leadership, heading into the middle of that battle with two clans behind you, and I couldn't be more proud to call you my son. You too lost men and so did I, but you didn't let it distract you from your cause." Nathan's eyes glanced to Kurt, "I wish you nothing but the best son, for whatever and where ever your future takes you."

Blaine chinked his glass against Nathan's, "Thank you, father."

Nathan turned back to the table, "We have all lost brothers in this war, but we stand together in our cause. Our brothers may not want the key to exist in our world, but they are in the minority and they are wrong." Nathan held out his hand to Kurt, who hesitantly took it, standing at the Alpha's side, "The key is our strength, the key gives us the advantage... with the key we can do anything, and our Hounds are blessed with the skill to destroy these demons, which wouldn't exist without it. Kurt, it's about time this curse was lifted from you, and we start tonight, with these four clans here. We will protect you from harm and we will help you to defeat this threat in any way we can. To Kurt!" Nathan cried, raising his glass high.

Everyone raised their glasses, crying, "To Kurt!"

Kurt smiled to everyone before taking his seat again as everyone else also sat down, hands flying everywhere as they all dug into the feast, Puck and David getting into a silent battle as to who could pile the most onto their plates, while Emma tentatively reached out to place a small salad on hers, Will then passing her a small portion of chicken. Blaine held out his hand for the bowl of ribs Wes was passing but looked up when he held his grip on the bowl, gold meeting gold.

"That was a nice speech, but the peace is fractured." Wes muttered.

"What's up?" Blaine asked, yanking the bowl off Wes.

"There are still worries about Kurt being here. I heard a couple of Puck's men talking about possibly taking him out." Wes gripped Blaine's forearm when the growl came, "Hush you."

"That's my Hound they're talking about."

"That's the other issue... I know Will's not happy about you possibly taking on two Hounds and Puck isn't happy either." Wes whispered, eyeing Puck.

"Liam's just a pup, my wolf won't get nervous until he hits puberty and neither should they." Blaine growled, glancing to Kurt to make sure he wasn't listening.

"Yes and even if you think you'll be able to control the Alpha in you by then, you know you won't." Wes groaned, "Remember Texas?"

Blaine huffed, sipping his beer, "What would you have me do?"

"Give Liam to Puck." Wes suggested.

"What?" Blaine looked to his Beta as if he were mad, "The guy you just said had a problem with me having two and has men in his clan who want my Hound dead?"

"I've already spoke with Puck, he's going to deal with them when he heads home, and he asked for Liam. You know as much as I do that if we take on more than one Hound we're putting a target on our clan. You'll just provoke other clans to attack us, in fear of us being too powerful. Just like-"

"I know, I know... Texas." Blaine huffed.

Wes passed Blaine a bowl of salad, which he passed straight onto Kurt, "So?"

Blaine growled at his Beta, "I'll think about it."

Wes sighed, accepting their stalemate for now, turning back to David who was telling Lauren about their days at Dalton Academy. Blaine watched Puck talk with the elder Liam, while his index finger was held in a vice grip by the infant. He understood the worries of the wolves around him and if Sarah and Liam wanted to go with Puck, he'd let them, but he wouldn't force them. He'd fight against anyone who threatened them... and he'd fight against his instincts for as long as he could.

The feast went on for hours; everyone relaxing and enjoying each other's company, all the Alpha's keeping their distant and their scents at a reasonable level to not cause tension among the groups. They welcomed in Kurt and Liam, but Blaine stopped his father from saying they would both join his clan and he almost snapped at his father when he saw the relief in his eyes. Blaine found himself growling at Will and Puck a couple of times as well but a stern look from Wes hushed him and Blaine would turn his attention back to Kurt, smiling at the ease he had in his body and the smile and laugh he let out. Blaine knew he'd do anything for this Hound, this beautiful Hound, who, when he leaned forward to listen to something Thad said, would expose that bare back to him. Several times Blaine had to grip his chair to stop himself from pulling Kurt into his lap; that would not go down well in front of his father.

As the grand table was cleared, Nathan slammed his hand down on the old oak to grab everyone's attention, "I think it's time for some entertainment. Blaine, my son, it's been years since you performed for me, how about you start off the festivities."

Blaine stood from him chair, his Warblers standing with him, and they mingled with each other in the opening in front of the table, touches exchanged while Blaine whispered to Wes, who whispered to Jeff. Soon, with their instructions, the Warblers dispersed, Nick and Jeff coming back with two large tubular kettle drums, setting them to the side, while Thad came back with an electric guitar to pass to Blaine until Puck snatched it away, smirking at the growl Blaine gives him.

"Oh no, you're not putting on a show without involving the Puckerman." Puck growled back at Blaine.

"You think you can keep up?" Blaine bit back.

Jane spoke up, hiding her grin behind her motherly tone, "Now Blaine, play nice."

Puck smirked, throwing the sling over his shoulder, "Just don't drag me down."

Brushing his shoulder passed Blaine, Puck moved to the side to tune up the guitar once it was plugged into a generator, while Blaine watched his Warblers move unlit oil lanterns around the open ground and either side of the grand table. Ethan and Trent moved to stand behind the drums, giving them a gentle strum with their hands before howling into the night sky, all the Warblers taking up their positions around the grounds, Puck just off to the side of Blaine and Jeff. With a nod from Blaine, Ethan and Trent started beating the drums in a strong rhythm, followed shorted by Jeff, Nick and David starting up the first line until everyone except Blaine and Puck joined in, all eyes glowing gold as their voices called out into the dark.

Oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa.
Oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa.

Puck joined in, quietly on the guitar before he became more confident, keeping to the steady beat Trent was creating, allowing Blaine to step forward. As Nathan had said, this was the first time he was performing in front of his father in so many years and he was going to make it count. He took a long look at Kurt, his eyes darting everywhere before settling on his, and Blaine smiled then snapped his head to the side to get into the right mood, eyes aglow.

B-B-B-Be careful making wishes in the dark, dark
Can't be sure when they've hit their mark, mark
And besides in the mean, mean time
I'm just dreaming of tearing you apart

I'm in the de-details with the devil
So now the world can never get me on my level
I just gotta get you out of the cage
I'm a young lover's rage
Gonna need a spark to ignite

As Puck took over the next line, calling out to the moon above, Blaine and each of the Warblers grabbed a flaming torch, each one of them lifting them to the lamps all round

My songs know what you did in the dark

Each of the Warblers lit a lamp, the oil igniting with hunger, flames spreading high above the oil, lighting up the entire area in a warm orange glow. As Puck's voice faded away, all the Warblers joined in, stomping feet, clapping hands and spinning around the table to engage their audience. Blaine glanced to his father, who was holding his mother's hand, a shared, proud smile on his lips.

So light 'em up, up, up
Light 'em up, up, up
Light 'em up, up, up
I'm on fire

Puck's voice ended each chorus, spine arched back as he lost himself in the song.

So light 'em up, up, up
Light 'em up, up, up
Light 'em up, up, up
I'm on fire

Blaine circled the other Alpha, giving him a tap on the shoulder, both of them singing together between the cries the Warblers sung around the grounds, before Puck took over the vocals.

Oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa.
In the dark, dark
Oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa.
In the dark, dark

Writers keep writing what they write
Somewhere another pretty vein just died
I've got the scars from tomorrow and I wish you could see
That you're the antidote to everything except for me

Wes handed out small bottles of alcohol to each of the Warblers as they took back their flamed torches and stepped around the grand table, while Blaine jumped on to the centre of the table.

A constellation of tears on your lashes
Burn everything you love, then burn the ashes
In the end everything collides
My childhood spat back out the monster that you see

Blame took over the last line, while each Warbler took a sip of the alcohol, throwing the bottles aside.

My songs know what you did in the dark

All at once, flames flew above the table and Blaine, as the Warblers held the torches high, blowing the alcohol on the flames, everyone at the table gasping in surprise before following Nathan in applauding the display. As everyone sung together, they walked away from the table, Blaine jumping down in front of Puck, both Alphas giving each other a challenging smirk.

So light 'em up, up, up
Light 'em up, up, up
Light 'em up, up, up
I'm on fire

So light 'em up, up, up
Light 'em up, up, up
Light 'em up, up, up
I'm on fire

The group at the table and their audience they'd gained were encouraged by Wes and the others to join them in the open grounds to dance and sing with them. Nick and Jeff choosing to wrap their arms around each other and rock their bodies to the beat created, while Wes took a young wolf from Puck's clan, dancing courteously with her. Blaine stood next to Kurt offering out a hand, happy when it was accepted when Jane encouraged him.

Oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa.
In the dark, dark
Oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa.
In the dark, dark

Kurt's eyes began to glow as they stepped between the dancing wolves and Blaine did nothing to discourage it, pulling Kurt close against his body, rocking to the beat as he sung out his part.

My songs know what you did in the dark
(My songs know what you did in the dark)

With a spark from Kurt's eyes, the once orange flames exploded into blue flames, a cool glow seeping through each and every wolf, warming them and Blaine couldn't help but grin at his Hound's little trick, rewarding him with a grind of hips against his own as they danced. As Kurt glanced towards the table he could see Jane's, Emma's and even little Liam's eyes glowing blue in the presence of his flame.

So light 'em up, up, up
Light 'em up, up, up
Light 'em up, up, up
I'm on fire

So light 'em up, up, up
Light 'em up, up, up
Light 'em up, up, up
I'm on fire

Oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa.
In the dark, dark
Oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa.
In the dark, dark

Oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa.

Applause erupted from everyone while the flames died back down to their orange glow, Puck coming over to squeeze Blaine's shoulder in silent praise then walking round the Warblers. Blaine smiled at Kurt, so proud at how free he was becoming with his true identity. He looked up as Nathan and Jane stood from their seats to applaud them, all three of them sharing a smile. Blaine reached out to tap Wes on the shoulder, allowing him to take over the entertainment so he could take Kurt's hand and lead him down the path to the gates of the village, marvelling in the slightly drunken giggle Kurt was trying to stifle.

"Blaine!" Kurt whispered, "Where are we going?" Kurt stumbled into Blaine's back, giggling into his shirt, "I think I drank too much."

"I think so too." Blaine smiled, turning to hold Kurt in his arms, fingers playing with the laced silk of Kurt's top. "Run with me."

Kurt looked up to the night sky, humming thoughtfully, "Why?" He asked, tilting his head.

"I want to be alone with you." Blaine whispered, resting his forehead against Kurt's, delighting in the drunken nuzzles Kurt giggles into.

"I like being alone with you." Kurt whispered, biting his lip.

Blaine grinned and morphed into his wolf, stepping down through the trees, turning to watch Kurt morph and follow after him, paws slightly haphazard on the uneven ground. Blaine nudged Kurt in the side, watching the Hound snap back as his paws tumbled over each other but he kept his balance. Together they jogged through the forest until Blaine was satisfied Kurt was okay to run and then he bolted.

Kurt howled into the treetops before chasing after Blaine, focusing on his target ahead of him as he weaved through the darken forest. Twice he almost caught Blaine, but twice the black wolf slipped away and nipped at Kurt's neck before bolting into the darkness again. He watched the wolf slip onto a path Kurt knew well, turning away from Blaine to take another. It didn't take long before Kurt appeared before Blaine and tackled him, rolling together down the hill, gnarling and biting at one another, paws pushing against the other.

As they hit the bottom of the hill, they morphed, Blaine pinning Kurt down, growling into his ear while Kurt arched his back and neck for the Alpha, gaining a eager nudge as Blaine breathed in his scent, calming his wolf. They panted together, gold meeting ice blue as they caught their breath, chuckles exchanged along with smiles. Once their breathing settled, Blaine leaned down to capture Kurt in a slow dance of lips, moaning as Kurt arched his body against Blaine's.

Kurt pulled at the grip on his wrists, happy when Blaine released him, running his hands up Blaine's arms and shoulder and up to his hair. Kurt pulled away laughing, pushing Blaine off him. Blaine growled at the loss, biting down on Kurt's shoulder.

"What?"

"My hands are covered in gel, Blaine! You need to wash that stuff out of your hair." Kurt wiped his hands on his skirt, grimacing at the mark it leaves.

"Just keep your hands out of my hair then." Blaine growled, kissing down Kurt's exposed back.

"But I like your curls." Kurt whined.

Blaine sighed, sitting up, "Want to head back, then?"

Kurt bit his lip, smiling, "Or we could go to the lake." Kurt cuddled next to Blaine, hands on his chest, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

"Oh, you're too good at that." Blaine stood up, holding out a hand to Kurt, "Fine, let's go."

Kurt squealed in delight, grabbing the hand and dragging Blaine to the lake. There, Kurt sat back on the pebble beach, watching Blaine splash the water on his hair then shake out the excess water, wet curls tumbling around his face. As Blaine returned to Kurt, he lay down on his side and wrapped an arm around Kurt's waist, pulling him close, lazy kisses pressed to his lips, jaw and neck, just enjoying the peace and the glow he felt with his Hound. Kurt happily ran his hand through Blaine's wet hair, marvelling in how curly it was, content to let Blaine decorate him in light kisses, and he wondered, if this is what it would be like to be a true Hound, to be a part of Blaine's clan... could this be his existence? Kurt pushed those thoughts aside, first he had a demon to deal with and a town awaiting his return in the morning.