Rachel hummed a happy tune to herself as she skipped across the stage in the small theatre, moving French flags into position and setting props behind the staging, ready for the actors that evening. They were a week into their performance and everything was going well, the townsfolk had been excited at the production and Rachel was happy to see not a single one of them left the theatre with dry eyes.

She turned her gaze to the doors at the back of the theatre and let out a squeal of joy when she spotted Finn, Kurt and Mercedes walking down the aisle towards her. Jumping off the stage, she raced up towards them throwing herself into Finns arms, letting him spin her around as Kurt and Mercedes stood back with amused looks on their faces.

"I wasn't expecting to see you guys here. Please tell me you've come to take over from some of the male leads in this production. Their voices are superb but they just don't hold up to mine and I think some of the audience have noticed. Finn, I know I've told you already, but Mercedes and Kurt would agree that you'd make a strapping Jean Valjean. Kurt, you know the role of Marius Pontmercy inside and out, and your voice would fill this theatre beautifully. I will not let you go until you agree."

Mercedes hands went to her hips as she raised an eyebrow at Rachel, "And what about me? You going to let me sing in the background?"

"Oh no Mercedes, you know I want you for Eponine." Mercedes preened at that, smiling to herself, her imagination taking her to the stage as she watched herself belt out the tunes they sung since they were young.

"Well Mercedes?" Rachel was bouncing on the balls of her feet, hands clasped around Finn's arm, as she held her breath awaiting her answer.

Kurt leant over to Mercedes, "Please say yes so Finn and I can stay clear of that stage and get out of here."

"Oh you know you want up on that stage." Mercedes fired back.

"Yeah well, I have job which keeps me pretty busy, don't think I can fit in full rehearsals to the schedule of one Miss Rachel Berry." He'd listened to the cast moan to him over their sixth or seventh beverage at the bar about the long hours Rachel would make them rehearse the same scenes over and over again until she was satisfied, which she never was. Only letting them retire for the day when it looked like the whole cast was going to revolt.

Mercedes let out a theatrical sigh, raising her arms to the air, "Alright, hit me with it. I'll be your Eponine."

The squeal Rachel let out would be ringing in their ears all day, as she bounced up and down clapping her hand and jumping into Mercedes arms, talking about costume fittings and test runs. Finn leant in to whisper to Kurt.

"Think that'll keep Rachel occupied enough to forget she wants me to play this John guy?"

Kurt rolled his eyes, "It's Jean, Finn, and yes, hopefully but I suggest we avoid an empty theatre with Rachel again."

"Good because I don't know the first thing about this play." Finn looked so relieved to know he didn't have to memorize anything to do with Les Mis.

"Haven't you seen the film?" Kurt sighed at Finn's shake of the head. "I'm amazed Rachel hasn't dragged you along by now. You know she's put this on just because she thought she'd get a bigger audience now it's gone to the big screen."

"Yeah, she mentioned that..." Finn's mind seemed to go blank at that point.

"But you weren't listening..." Kurt rolled his eyes, thankful his brain didn't work like Finn's. He turned to Mercedes and Rachel, smiling at their antics, "We'll leave you two to it. I'm sure you have a lot to do before this evening's showing."

Mercedes turned to Kurt holding up a finger to him, "Now don't you go forgetting about our dinner date. I will not be left standing like that last time, Mr. Hunter."

Kurt shrugged, looking ashamed, "I told you what happened, 'Cedes, but I promise to come armed with a bouquet of roses as an apology."

"And champagne, you can't forget champagne, Kurt." Rachel quipped in.

"I'll order champagne." Kurt muttered, willing Rachel to shut up and not add to his mounting bill.

"Oh if only you were straight Kurt, you'd be heading in the right direction for a good night with that." Mercedes winked, laughing with Rachel.

They bid their farewells to the girls before leaving the theatre into the midday heat. Kurt placed his hat on his head, shielding his pale skin while Finn just rolled his sleeves up enjoying the warmth on his tanned skin.

"I think you should come to the theatre this evening." Kurt mentioned, looking around the high street, smiling to the few locals that pass them.

"Why? You sense something in there?" Finn looked down at him, his back straightening, his thoughts going back to Rachel inside.

Kurt nodded, "I think so, but I can't be sure. It was very faint, could be a demon." Kurt let his hand run over his sai.

"You think it's the demon that possessed that wolf?"

Kurt nodded again, but he wasn't sure. The smell inside was so faint and the scent in the wolf had been mixed with it. Kurt couldn't be sure. "I'll stay on the lookout outside the theatre but I think you should take a seat within, near the back so you can watch the audience."

Finn nodded his understanding before giving Kurt a sly look, "So... does this mean I get the rest of the day off? You know, since I'll be working the evening and all." He shrugged as if it was as easy as that.

Kurt was about to retort with how this wasn't a normal job and how you couldn't just finish up for the day at five like everyone else, when the breeze picked up the scent of basil, and for a moment he was thankful it wasn't the sandalwood his wolf craved, but then he remembered who that scent belong to.

Turning into the wind, he saw that smug smirk on Sebastian's face as he strolled up to the pair, dressed casually in a pair of grey linen pants and short sleeved white shirt. At least he had the good sense to walk upwind and announce himself.

"Sebastian, someone's been shopping." Kurt greeted him, enjoying the sheepish smile Sebastian sent his way.

"Well my clothes didn't travel as well as I'd hoped and I like to look my best when in your presence, Kurt." Sebastian charmed, standing a little too close to Kurt. "But yes, your stores here seem to cater for mine and my clan's tastes. I dare say we could find ourselves settling in here permanently."

Finn coughed to get Kurt's attention, shuffling on his feet, "Kurt, I'm going to head back over to the garage."

Kurt smiled to him, "Sure. I'll see you later." With that, Finn got in his car and drove away. A hand travelled down Kurt's back, but he let it, a harmless gesture and Kurt gave Sebastian his attention again. He watched as Sebastian leant in slightly, licking his lips, "You know, I haven't had a tour of this town yet. Care to take up the role and give this wolf some wonderful company for an hour or two?" The hand stopped at Kurt's hip, stroking through the light blue shirt he wore.

"I suppose I could spare the time, I need to do the rounds anyway." Kurt was smiling again; it was nice to feel the pull of an Alpha without the worry of them digging further. The smile Sebastian gave him was intoxicating.

"Great. Please, lead the way, young hunter." He drooled, bowing slightly, making Kurt chuckle.

They strolled around the town slowly as Kurt pointed out the various buildings and told stories about their pasts or about upcoming events, such as the church having a cake sale to raise funds for the restoration of the chapel on the far east of the graveyard or Rachel's performance of' Les Mis' at the old theatre. With each pinpoint Sebastian would make a short quip to make Kurt laugh or chuckle, easing his spirit.

As they reached the bar and the end of their tour, Kurt's cheeks were starting to hurt; he didn't think he'd smiled this much in such a while. Entering the bar, Kurt almost tripped up over the scent in the bar and Sebastian had to hold him steady until he settled on his feet. He found those hazel eyes, staring intensely from a table with four other wolves, one of them Wes, the others he'd seen briefly but didn't know.

He pulled away from Sebastian, slowly turning to the Alpha, "We can find somewhere else to go." He whispered. He didn't want to deal with Blaine this soon after last night; he'd hope to give them a few days to calm himself, to get his hunter's face back on. It didn't seem like that was going to happen as Sebastian stepped past Kurt and over to Blaine.

He pulled a chair out from the neighbouring table and sat down next to Blaine. "Well, hello there. I didn't see you at the village the other day. Name's Sebastian Smythe, Alpha-"

"Alpha of the clan in the mines. We know." Blaine murmured, his eyes following Kurt's form over to the bar.

"And you... you're Nathan's son." Sebastian quizzed, leaning forward on the table.

"This is Blaine Anderson, Alpha of the Westerville clan." Wes introduced as Blaine took a sip of his beer.

"Pleasure to meet a fellow Alpha, and who do we have here?" Sebastian looked to the other wolves on the table.

"I'm Wes, Blaine's second, this is Thad, Nick and Jeff."

Kurt lifted his head at the last two names. They were the wolves who'd been sent to find the Hounds of God. Kurt was hoping to speak with those two about what they'd discovered before he got Wes to call them back. He nodded his thanks to Sid who placed a diet coke next to him.

"It's good to meet you all. Say, I've just come from the Puckerman's and Schuester's clans to invite them to a party we're having at the mines tomorrow night. Care to join us?"

All the wolves turned to Kurt with a fright as he started coughing, slamming him glass down on the bar and clutching him chest, patting it gently. They all waited as Kurt caught his breath, a slight blush on his cheeks from getting caught.

"You alright, Kurt?" Wes asked, looking slightly amused.

"Sebastian... you've invited all the packs?" Kurt asked, still in shock.

Sebastian nodded as if it was normal, "Of course. I thought I'd open up our mines to the other clans, show them we're friendly and mean no harm. Is that a problem?"

Kurt felt all eyes on him at that moment and shifted in his seat, "I'm just hoping it doesn't turn into a blood bath is all." He shrugged, trying to calm all the horrifying thoughts going through his head. "Will there be alcohol?"

"Of course, it won't be a party without alcohol and your good bartender there will be supplying it." Sebastian gestured to Sid, who was looking very sheepishly at Kurt now, "My daughter came with Sebastian this morning and asked. I'll make sure none of them get too drunk, Kurt."

"No, if you're going to be there then I'll be there too." Kurt turned back to Sebastian, "That's won't be a problem will it? I just don't trust drunk wolves around a helpless human."

Sebastian just smiled, "I was going to ask you anyway Kurt, wouldn't dream of a party without my favourite hunter." Kurt had to hide a smile as Sebastian winked at him. "So, Blaine, will I see your clan there?" Sebastian turned his attention back to the wolves at the table, ignoring the glint in Blaine's eyes.

Jeff and Nick looked at Blaine with hope in their eyes, bouncing in their seats, begging Blaine to say yes. Blaine turned to Wes letting out a sigh and turning back to Sebastian, "Sure... we'll come. I'll let my father know of your invitation." Sebastian's smile grew even brighter and rubbed his hands together gleefully, "This calls for a drink. Sid! Another round! Kurt, join us!" Sebastian pulled out another chair.

Kurt stood from his stool, "No thank you Sebastian. I have work to do. I'll follow Sid to the mines tomorrow. See you then." Kurt bid goodbye to Sid before leaving the bar, heading towards his office except he wasn't going to get very far. He took a deep breath to calm himself, spinning on his foot to see Blaine leaving the bar and walking towards him.

"Go back to the bar Blaine, I have nothing to say to you." Kurt called to him coldly.

"My mother's been crying her eyes out all night over what she did. She eventually morphed into her wolf and has stayed like that ever since. She won't come out to anyone." Blaine rushed to say as he stopped in front of Kurt. He could tell Blaine hadn't slept; his eyes red and skin tired.

"Then she shouldn't have pulled that stunt last night." Kurt kept his walls up as his wolf begged to go to her.

"She was only trying to help."

Kurt held his hand up to stop him, "We are not having this conversation." He let a sigh escape his lips, "I'll come and see her soon enough, but right now, I'm still angry." As angry as he was, Jane was still someone very close to him and he didn't want her to feel guilty over this.

Blaine nodded with a sigh, thankful Kurt wasn't going to leave his mother like this, "As angry as you are, she didn't force anything on you... neither did I. You came to us." Blaine watched Kurt closely, annoying at how closed off he was being.

"I remember very clearly being pinned against a wall by you while my arms were tied behind my back. It certainly felt like you were forcing that on me." Kurt whispered, digging a finger into Blaine's chest, not wanting anyone to hear him.

Blaine frowned, taking hold of Kurt's arm to pull him against his body, a hand on his back to keep him in place, a growl deep in his throat. "You wanted me to kiss you last night. I could see it in your eyes, I didn't force anything on you." Blaine paused to study Kurt intently, smiling at the blush on his cheeks, "You want me to kiss you right now." Blaine released Kurt's arm but held his hand on Kurt's lower back as he brought a thumb to rub against Kurt's lower lip. Kurt watched as Blaine's eyes traced his face and his neck, stopping over the patch of skin where Jane had bitten, completely healed. His eyes returned to Kurt's, "Would it really be so horrible to let me in."

Kurt laughed sadly, "Shouldn't you be mourning for your mate, not trying to kiss hunters?"

Blaine frowned, "Mate?"

"Jeremiah." Kurt replied, confused by Blaine's reaction. He became even more confused when Blaine smiled and chuckled to himself, before his eyes held Kurt's. "Jeremiah wasn't my mate. He was claimed by one of my men, he also died in the attack protecting him. I know most Alphas do mate with the clan's Hound of God but... we didn't have that connection, but I kept him close to me nevertheless, I was his bodyguard, nothing more." Blaine licked his lips as he looked to Kurt's, "I haven't found my mate yet."

Kurt pulled away from Blaine, out of his arms, leaving an arm's length between them. He watched Blaine's lean body slouch at the distance and he wrapped an arm around his stomach, "Go back to your pack, Blaine." He watched as Blaine hesitated, trying to find a reason to stay, but as Kurt's hand moved to his pistol he gave in, turning away and heading back to the bar.

Kurt twisted the salt diamond bracelets on his wrists as he sat on the roof top of the grocers, opposite the theatre late into the evening. They were another of Santana's enchantments, acting the same as salt circles, keeping out demons and black witches. She'd done a bit of research on 'blood possessions' and made these based on an ancient recipe. He hoped to use them against Karofsky the next time he came to visit, so tonight was their test run.

He'd watched the groups of humans, wolves and white witches entering the theatre, spotting Finn going inside with Sam and Artie and had sat back listening to the murmuring sounds coming from the theatre. They were about half way through when Kurt noticed a group of three demons heading towards the theatre; their stench the same as the one in the theatre and the one similar to what he picked up from the wolf. Picking up his bow and pulling out an arrow from his ornate quiver, he stood to take aim and fired the arrow at their feet to stop them in their place. Kurt jumped down in front of them pulling out another arrow, giving him the time to sniff out the demons and take aim at the male on the right, a devilish grin falling on his lips.

"So you're the one who decided it'd be fun to possess a wolf the other night." Kurt growled, his eyes glowing against the moonlight, his own enjoyment of the hunt starting to trickle out.

"Hey, that wolf attacked me, I was just defending myself." The demon lied, the sickening scent obstructing Kurt's airways.

"Wolves don't attack demons if they can help it, and besides, that doesn't excuse using that kind of spell on him." Kurt could feel his wolf seeping out, the tip of his arrow alighting with a blue flame which slowly wrapped around the entire shaft, igniting the fletching.

"Wolves do attack demons! Those beasts always attack us, he was just defending himself." One of the other demons cried out, all three of them becoming unnerved by the blue flame.

"You're right, it's a Hound of God's duty to dispose of wreckless demons." Kurt let his arrow fly, screeching through the air until it hits home in the demons chest, the blue flames wrapping around the demon's body as he lets out a wail in pain and agony, but only just audible over the chorus from within the theatre. The two other demons looked on in horror as the demon turned into a small pile of ash at their side.

Kurt lowered his bow, "You two want to join him?" It didn't matter what their answer was going to be, Kurt had already made up him mind. They had seen his blue flame, they wouldn't be seeing this night through.

The demons let out a roar, firing balls of flames at Kurt who dodged them all rushing behind a wall to escape the onslaught, waiting for a break before pulling back on the bow string and firing an arrow, the blue flame igniting again and watched as the flames exploded before the demons. Above the flames he spotted them running into the forests and swore quietly dropping his quiver and bow and running after them, drawing on his wolf to make him run faster and faster.

The demons were calling on their malevolence, a black fog swirling around their limbs as they catapulted themselves from tree to tree, their laughter echoing through the night sky as Kurt dodged their fire, the grass at his feet alighting in flames. He'd have to take this battle up close to stop them from using such explosive magic. He found his pistol and fired at the tree one of the demons was about to jump to and watched as he tumbled to the ground, the other staying up high.

Pushing his gun back into his holster, he took hold of his sais, sliding next to the demons to trip him up, lifting himself onto his knees to thrusts his sais into the demon's chest, spinning away as the demon dodged and reached out with clawed hands. Pushing himself up onto his feet, he blocked a punch to his gut, elbowing the demon in the face before kicking him away, spinning to thrust a sai into his side, grunting when his arm is grabbed and he's spun onto his back, the wind leaving his lungs.

The demon above slammed a foot into his chest but Kurt's sai found his sole and a terrifying scream left his lungs as Kurt's second sai goes straight through his thigh. Kurt removes his sais and kicks the demon away watching him stumble and throws a blazing blue flamed sai into his chest. Screams come from both demons as the one burns to ashes. A spell explodes on Kurt's back, the salt diamond bracelets creating a shield around Kurt, blocking the affects, but Kurt still feels the burning on his back.

He fired his pistol at the demon in the trees, watching him fall to the ground and continue to run. Grabbing his second sai out of the ashes, he ran after the demon, following his odour through the tall trees, the moon's light hidden behind the huge branches and vast expanse of leaves. Kurt skidded to a stop as he came to a clearing, the lake before him was quiet except for the noisy demon running across the pebble beach to his right. He took off after him, his salt diamond shield flaring up below his feet from the hidden incantations the demon must have left to slow him down.

A howl rang through the forest to his right as a black blur shot in front of the demon knocking him to the ground. Kurt stopped to watch the demon scramble to his feet and stand tall in front of the black wolf with hazel eyes. Blaine's wolf. Kurt couldn't help but sigh; having Blaine around would be an inconvenience.

Blaine's wolf snapped at the demon who leapt back giving Kurt the opportunity to kick him in the back to the ground, but this demon was fast, flicking out a black flamed whip to lick around Kurt's leg tossing him into the ground causing him to lose his grip on his sais. He groaned as his body was dragged across the pebbles but repaid the demon with a kick to the ribs when he got close enough. Blaine's wolf dug his teeth into the demon's shoulder, allowing Kurt to get to his feet. A yelp came from Blaine as he jumped away from the demon, a ball of flames on his neck, but shook it off.

Kurt blocked the attacks from the demon, the flashing of his salt diamond shield making it difficult to see as a fist collided with his ribs, throwing him into the water. The demon jumped on him but Kurt was quicker, grabbing the demon's neck and flipping their positions holding the demon under the water. He watched him struggle, his eyes glowing with the racing of his heart. Pulling out his pistol he shoots the demon in the head, his wolf revelling in the red of the water as the demon's blood oozed away.

Once he's caught his breath he stood over the demon, shaking the water off him, putting his gun away and turning to retrieve his sais. But the look on Blaine's face stopped him in his tracks, the water washing over his ankles, running through his hair and down his neck... washing away his lotion. Kurt's eyes widened and he looked up into Blaine's, at the realisation in those eyes and Kurt felt faint. Felt like running, but where?

He slowly stepped out of the water but froze when the wind picked up and he smelt it; Lavender, his scent. He watched as Blaine closed his eyes to the scent, letting it wash over him before focusing his eyes back on Kurt, the golden glow returning to his irises. Blaine took a step forward but stopped when Kurt stepped back quickly reaching down to grasp his sais, his hands shaking wildly as his wolf begs to be released, to help Kurt run.

"Kurt." Blaine whispered.

"Don't." Kurt replied, holding back the tears; he'd been caught and his only hope was that Blaine didn't know what the wolves from before had known.

"You're a Hound of God." He spoke as if not believing his own words.

Kurt nodded looking down at the pebbles biting his lip. He stepped back again as Blaine moved forward.

"Why would you hide that? I don't understand." Blaine looked so confused.

"Because I'm a freak." Kurt cried, "I'm a Hound of God without a gift. What does that make me? Does that even make me a Hound?"

Blaine's silence broke Kurt's heart, the look in Blaine's eyes broke his heart and he let the tears fall. Even Jane didn't know what he was so he didn't expect Blaine to know. His only reprise was that Blaine didn't seem to know what the other wolves had known to cause them to want Kurt dead, what Kurt wished he, himself, knew.

"Please don't tell anyone." Kurt begged, wiping his tears away.

Before Blaine could reply Kurt's white wolf took hold, taking control as the white fur spread over his entire body, the fur glowing as the moon came out from behind the clouds and his icy blue eyes capturing Blaine's. The air felt still as the two wolves took one another in, Blaine in complete shock and the wolf unsure of what to do around the Alpha. Blaine swallowed hard, reaching his hand forward but as quickly as the wolf appeared, he vanished into the forest, moving as fast a lightning, leaving Blaine to stare at the spot where the most beautiful white wolf had once stood.