Finn and Kurt leisurely strolled through the streets of Lima under the midday sun, a soft breeze the only escape from the ravishing heat. Kurt fanned his hat over his neck, his shirt unbuttoned, letting what breeze there was to beat against his muscle top, while Finn poured the contents of a water bottle over his face and neck, a relieved sigh escaping as the cool liquid took the heat away for a moment.

It had been two days since the party in the mines and so far everything had been quiet. Each of the packs had increased their security, Jane and Emma had been placed under guard at all time and Kurt had visited every white witch in town to ask for their help in detecting any unusual disturbances. Finn had been in contact with the hunters' society, making them aware of what they knew and found that the same was happening all over. Each town and city was left to fend for themselves and some had forcibly removed the wolves that harboured nearby.

Kurt wasn't going to do that. He knew better than to take away their best line of defence against demons, dark witches and vampires, even if it was the packs themselves that were bringing the demons to their door. Kurt had spent the last two days asking Santana question after question about the demons finding him, about if he pushed his abilities in his human form to the limit in battle, would the demons know what he was... but the answer was always the same.

I don't know... no... maybe... it depends how far you take it.

Kurt kicked a stone across the road in his frustration. His mother hadn't prepared him for this. She taught him to hide, to run as fast as lightning, to sniff out a threat but not this. It was never discussed, it was always a rule, "Never let them find out who you are", but now Kurt didn't know what to do. The threat was on his life as well, and while he kept hidden he'd have to fight the demons that were after wolves like him. One wrong move and they'd know. But if he came out, there'd be four packs out there hopefully looking out for him while they fought... but he'd also be telling the demons where to find him... and when you weren't part of a pack... it left you vulnerable and Kurt didn't do vulnerable. Plus there was a chance the packs wouldn't accept him, would let him fend for his own freakish self.

Finn tapped Kurt's shoulder lightly to grab his attention, but kept looking off into the park.

"Dude! You hear that?"

Kurt tilted his head to listen and could hear the faint hum Finn was talking about, but the hum became laughter and singing to Kurt's sharp hearing and as the calm breeze brushed against his cheeks, he knew they had company. He buttoned up the bottom half of his teal shirt and walked ahead of Finn into the park. He heard Finn striding behind him to keep up.

"What do you think it is?" Finn asked, finally catching up and walking with Kurt.

"Wolves, but with the sun this strong they shouldn't be much of a threat."

He felt Finn tense then relax, the relief in his body language obvious. They both heard the laughter this time, children's laughter and the panic was back.

"Kurt, why are there children with the wolves?"

Kurt rolled his eyes, "Well, they could be their children. Ever think about that, Finn?"

"Oh yeah, true. But what if-"

"Then you have my permission to kick butt." Kurt was having too much fun watching Finn panic to tell him that there was little threat considering the scent he picked up was that of the Westerville pack. They rounded a corner towards the water feature and stopped, jaws slack as they took in the scene around them. Children were all sat around the ornate fountain on the grass, swaying and clapping their hands as twelve members of the Westerville pack stood around, on and in the fountain, singing to the children. Ethan was beatboxing as the rest were set up as an a cappella group, turning what sounded like 'Teddy Bear's Picnic', into a soothing melody which even some of the adults standing around the children were enjoying.

Nick was tiptoeing around the rim of the fountain as he sung, playing out the lyrics, jumping in front of the children as he sang the chorus, making the children jump and scream and giggle at the antics of the group. The others had moved to peak from behind the fountain as a few circled the children, sneaking up to tickle them when the lyrics prompted them. Wes and Blaine had a couple of young kids in their laps, trying to get them to clap in time with the song.

Finn nudged Kurt, leaning in to whisper, "Dude this is weird. Why are they singing nursery rhymes like that?" Kurt just shrugged, "Guess we'll find out when they finish up." To be honest Kurt didn't mind hanging about. He didn't know what he expected when he first smelt the honey and sandalwood he was becoming so accustomed to, but he was enjoying this. Enjoying how relaxed they were and how at ease the townsfolk were. How well they worked as a team and how stunning their voices worked together. Finn moved from his spot next to Kurt when Rachel rushed over, grabbing Finn's arms.

"Can you believe it? You've missed so much you two, these guys were just humming and tuning up by the fountain when I found them and thought I'd see how they compared to me. Then, they started singing these huge songs and putting on these amazing performances and then they started taking requests from the crowd that had come out of nowhere and one of the little boys asked for Humpty Dumpty and then... Wow! They can make anything sound good. Not as good as me but, Kurt, why didn't you tell me these wolves could sing!"

Rachel was bouncing up and down, the brightest smile on her face and her cheeks red from her earlier performances. Kurt could just shake his head, "I didn't know, and you said you didn't want wolves." Kurt retorted, still offended by Rachel's statement months ago that she wouldn't be letting any wolves into her performances.

"I'd let them if they can sing like this!" Rachel pointed towards the group who had just finished and were bowing dramatically as the children clapped and asked for more. Rachel grabbed Finn's wrist pulling him over to the bench she had managed to occupy with all her shopping bags and coat as Kurt stood back, watching under the shade of a tree.

One of the teenagers handed Blaine a guitar, who stepped back to sit on the fountain, quietly tuning. Most of the other wolves sat on the ground around him, while Wes, Thad and Jeff stood by Blaine's side. It looked so natural; the Alpha keeping the attention of all his wolves while his second in command and closest comrades stood by his side and the rest of his pack sat waiting for their instructions. Kurt felt a pull in his chest, resting his head against the trunk of the tree, watching what he couldn't have with longing.

Blaine strummed the guitar tenderly, a gentle melody stretching through the park as some of the wolves jumped up from their spot on the floor, slowly walking through the crowd. As the melody picked up and Blaine pulled out the first notes of the song, the pack let their voices harmonize as they shouted out, "Ho!" followed on the next bar by, "Hey!" The pack slowly filtered into the crowd, urging the children to join in as they again cried out, "Ho... Hey!" The smiles on the pack's faces was contagious, the entire crowd cheering them on, and Kurt couldn't help his own smile as he watched Wes step forward on the final "Ho!" His voice, strong and rich, his hand resting on Thad's shoulder as he sung.

I've been trying to do it right

(Hey!) I've been living a lonely life

(Ho!) I've been sleeping here instead

(Hey!) I've been sleeping in my bed,

(Ho!) I've been sleeping in my bed (Hey!)

Wes walked through the wolves, an easy smile on his face as they got more confident in their shouts between his lines. As he repeated the last line, Blaine stood from the fountain and walked into the centre of the group, guitar held low on his abs as the group belted out a further "Ho!" and a second, before Blaine's voice echoed through the crowd and caught Kurt's attention, eyes never leaving Blaine.

So show me family (Hey!)

All the blood that I would bleed (Ho!)

I don't know where I belong (Hey!)

I don't know where I went wrong (Ho!)

But I can write a song (Hey!)

Blaine's voice had captured the crowd, even Rachel held her hand to her chest and squeezed Finn's arm whispering to him, probably planning some sort of duet between the two. Jeff, Nick and David had started to clap between the lines as they belted out their "Hey Ho" and as Blaine finished his last line, Jeff counted the group in with "1, 2, 3" and Wes wrapped an arm around Blaine's back as they sung the chorus together, the entire group coming together at the end of each verse while clapping with more vigour.

I belong with you

You belong with me

You're my (sweetheart)

I belong with you

You belong with me

You're my sweet (Ho!)

The whole group continued to clap as Blaine strummed happily on the guitar, the renewed energy in the song from the chorus continuing on, some of the children getting up off the grass and skipping around the group clapping with them, shouting with them with a high pitched, "Hey!" and "Ho!", jumping in the air as they did, causing the adults all around to laugh. Kurt even allowed himself to relax and laugh with them; it was magical how these wolves were working the human crowd. Kurt's smile faltered slightly when Wes pointed him out to Blaine and his hazel eyes met his. The dazzling smile Blaine sent his way brought a shy blush to Kurt's cheeks, and he bit his lip to hold back his own smile, reminding himself he was still annoyed with Blaine. Wes' voice broke the connection after the cry from the group.

(Ho!) I don't think you're right for him

(Hey!) Look at what it might have been if you

(Ho!) Took a bus to China Town

(Hey!) I'd be standing on Canal

(Ho!) And Bowery (Hey!)

(Ho!) And she'd be standing next to me (Hey!)

Jeff counted the group in again, while they clapped and encouraged the crowd to clap with them and they didn't disappoint. Everyone was clapping, whistling, encouraging the group on, Blaine joining Wes' side as he matched his vocals beautifully.

I belong with you

You belong with me

You're my (sweetheart)

I belong with you

You belong with me

You're my (sweetheart)

Blaine's voice stretched across the park as his soul sang out the next line, extending the notes to let his voice soar before the group joined him once again to finish the song.

Love- we need it now

Let's hope for some

So, we're bleeding out

I belong with you

You belong with me

You're my (sweetheart)

I belong with you

You belong with me

You're my sweet (Ho!)

As Blaine plucked the guitar through the last few chords and the group let out the last "Hey Ho!" the crowd erupted into applause, Rachel and Finn jumping to their feet and even Kurt couldn't deny them their much deserved applause as he walked from his shaded spot over to Finn and Rachel.

"Oh wow Kurt, did you see that? I have to get these guys to perform with me. I'll have to think of a night we can do at the theatre. Oh Finn! Come with me now and help me plan something." She grabbed Finn's arm dragging him away, as he looked back apologetically at Kurt. "Bye Kurt!" Rachel called back getting Finn to carry all her bags and disappearing with him from the park.

The crowd dispersed from the park and the children were running back to the play area as the Westerville pack slumped down on the grass, some grabbing a drink from the fountain to sooth their dry throats. Kurt stepped over to them, hands in his pockets.

"That was quite the performance, guys. Who knew you could all sing so well?" Kurt praised, a couple of the wolves jumping at the hunter's presence. Nick smiled up at him from his spot on the grass, knee length khaki shorts riding up his legs as he wrapped his bare arms around his knees, short sleeved white shirt covered in grass stains.

"It's how we started out. We twelve here are the original Westerville clan, just a group of travelling singers to begin with." Nick explained briefly, nudging Thad to tell a tale.

"Oh do go on. If you think after that performance I'm going to leave without knowing the full story, you're mistaken." Kurt urged, sitting on a bench next to the fountain.

"Well," Thad hesitated, trying to find the best starting point and glancing at Blaine, who sat on the fountain edge, for his approval, continuing when he got a nod. "All of us here were originally part of the Anderson clan, we all grew up together and went to the same school, where we joined the Warblers; the glee club at the school. We all love music, love to sing, love to perform. We used to perform for the clan every week when Nathan would put on a big feast and we couldn't get enough."

"However being stuck in a clan meant we couldn't get out around the country and perform, so one day Blaine went to his father and told him he'd be setting up his own clan and moving away. There was a big row but in the end Nathan found sense and let us go begrudgingly."

"Why wouldn't Nathan let you go?" Kurt interrupted, turning to Blaine.

"I'm the youngest, and since my brother had moved away I was suppose to take over from my father, but I had no interest in being suffocated by tradition, and he didn't take kindly to that." Blaine shrugged it off, nuzzling Jeff's neck as he came to sit with him, sensing Blaine's discomfort in the subject. The act pulled at Kurt's heart and he had to look away, taking a deep breath. He didn't catch Blaine watching his reaction.

"We travelled all over the country performing," Thad continued, "It was amazing, we would just turn up at a bar or a club and just set up and belt out a few tunes. We did a few gigs and concerts here and there and as we travelled we came across other wolves who were interested in joining us. Before we knew it our clan of twelve had turned into forty six and we decided we were too big to travel and settled in state, but would still allow a small group to travel out and perform when they wanted. More wolves would come back with the groups and others would just turn up having heard of us. Before we knew it, Blaine was looking after a clan of seventy wolves." Thad turned to look over at him as he reached out a hand, Blaine reaching out to accept the hand in a light touch.

"Best years of my life." Blaine said softly, smiling at Thad and turning that smile to the ten other wolves around him.

"I'm sorry that was ripped from you." Kurt whispered.

"You have nothing to apologise for. No one saw this coming, not even Jeremiah." Wes spoke up sitting next to Kurt, running a hand over his shoulder.

Kurt looked over at him, smiling sadly, "Well after today I can say with confidence that you are more than welcome to perform here and if you can stomach Rachel's diva counterpart, then the theatre will be open for you too."

David grinned at that, "Yeah she's got a big head on those little shoulders, though quite a voice."

"That big head is nothing compared to her self belief, believe me." Kurt muttered.

"So Kurt, what's your story?" Jeff piped up, bouncing in his seat next to Blaine.

"Excuse me?" Kurt asked, eyes blinking rapidly, heart fluttering.

"We told you our story, it's only right we hear yours." Thad nudged his knee, smiling sinfully up at him, golden flecks in his eyes.

"I don't think so." Kurt crossed his arms, pulling his defences back up.

"You don't have to tell us everything, it's not like we did. Just tell us what you want." Came Blaine's voice, his Alpha reaching out to Kurt, willing him to open up even just a little to his pack.

Kurt looked around at the group hesitantly, then at the park, taking account of anyone watching them, then back to the pack, taking a deep breath.

"My mother was seven months pregnant with me when she collapsed on the high street out there," Kurt motioned to the busy high street just outside the park, "she was found by Burt Hummel, my adopted father, and a white witch. They took her in and cared for her, she told them she'd been attacked by wolves and from the wounds on her body they were amazed she was still carrying me."

Kurt licked his lips, his mind filtering through the more intimate details of the story, working through what he could say and what he wouldn't. "I was raised by all three of them, my mother was a hunter too and taught me how to fight, Burt taught me the ways of the world and the white witch taught me how to protect myself... My first kill was when I was five." He watched the wolves for their reaction, but a soft touch to his arm from Wes calmed him. "It was a rouge wolf, my mother had told me to hide as she took him on, but she was knocked unconscious during the fight and something inside brought me out of my hiding place and my hand found my dagger... which found the wolf's heart."

"My mother died when I was eight. A group of rouge wolves came looking for her and cornered her. She was already weak after fighting off demons and vampires earlier and she didn't stand a chance... they tore her apart. A week later, I took over as hunter with the white witch to look over me and four years later the town gave me the title of 'Protector of Lima'." His eyes wandered to the fountain Blaine and Jeff sat on, his heart filling with love, "That fountain was built in her honour." He whispered.

Jeff and Blaine stood from the fountain in a flash, turning to take the sculpture in. A beautiful woman stood tall, holding a bow and arrow into the sky, the water flowing out from the tip over the woman's slight figure and fluttering robes, her tip toes dipping into the water around her. Kurt wiped away a stray tear at the memories of the town presenting the fountain to him all those years ago. It gave him a place to come, to remember. His mother never got a grave; he wasn't given a body to bury.

"Well it's good to see she's still looking after this town, both through you and this beautiful fountain." Wes broke the silence, squeezing Kurt's hand as he stood and joined Blaine's side.

Kurt watched them have a whispered conversation, admiring how at ease the two were; arms brushing, hands touching and their smiles infectious to one another. Kurt vaguely remembered interacting with his mother like a wolf would, brushing up against her, nuzzling her neck, the constant little touches. The memories were few though as he spent most of his childhood being told how to act human, how to not touch, not to lean into someone and to not morph into a wolf.

Blaine touched Wes' cheek briefly before walking over to Kurt as the rest of the wolves waved their goodbyes and left the park, leaving just the two of them. Blaine took the seat next to Kurt, resting his elbow against the back of the bench, his fingers brushing Kurt's shoulder.

"How much editing did that story have?" Blaine asked looking up at the fountain.

"A lot." Kurt answered, not sure why Blaine remained behind.

"Do you think one day I'll hear the unedited version?" Blaine countered, turning towards Kurt.

"I doubt it." Kurt lowered his eyes to the ground, fiddling his with fingers.

"So your lotion; washes off with water but is perfectly resistant against blood?" Blaine changed the subject, jolting Kurt who turned his eyes up to him.

"What?"

"The witches at the party, you were covered in their blood, but your scent never escaped. How does that work?" Blaine asked.

"My lotion was created for protection and battle. I can get covered in blood, grime, sweat and the lotion will stay put. But I need to be able to take the lotion off if one of you wolves decides to scent me, which you do an awful lot of. So it isn't water resistant... which is fun when it decides to rain." Kurt huffed.

Blaine laughed lightly, nodding, "Okay... You know those witches were more than likely seeking you out with that location spell."

Kurt sighed, tilting his head back, "Emma's scent is very rich, it lingers around a lot longer than most with her being a healer, and if they were following my scent from the lake that night, it would've lead them to my house not the mines."

Blaine nodded, biting back his protective manner, wanting nothing more than to hide Kurt away with his mother, but knew the head strong hunter would never do that. The silence dragged out as the two sat on the bench, looking out onto the park, Blaine's fingers gliding over Kurt's shoulder.

"... I have something for you."

Kurt looked up into hazel eyes again, and held the stare, trying hard to not back down as the Alpha before him searched his eyes, sizing him up. He held his breath when he felt the lure of Blaine's scent settling around him, urging him to give in and accept the presence before him. He knew if he took a deep breath he'd submit, let his body lean towards Blaine and reach out for a touch or a rub, anything a normal wolf would want from an Alpha. Kurt shifted in his seat angling his body towards Blaine but at the same time further away.

"What could you possibly have?" Kurt breathed out.

"If I give it to you, I want something in return." Blaine rested his head on his hand, watching Kurt still.

"And why would I do that?" Kurt pressed.

"Because I know you want what I have." Blaine remained cryptic throughout, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Kurt tilted his head back with a sigh, "And what would I have to give in return for this?"

"I want to see your wolf."

Kurt's head snapped in Blaine's direction, eyes wide and terrified, his hands shaking slightly, "I don't think that's a good idea." He shook his head, worrying his lip between his teeth.

"You can't control your wolf because you keep him locked up inside. If you're going to fight with us and be at your strongest, you need to know how to use your wolf both in your human body and as a wolf. I can help you." Blaine shuffled closer to Kurt, placing a tentative hand on his shoulder.

"Jane's been helping me." Kurt shot out.

"My mother isn't an Alpha; she doesn't have the pull I do. I've seen your wolf trying to push through to get to me at the party and again today. I can help you." He repeated.

Kurt stopped himself from causing his lip to bleed as he steadied his breathing, clenching and unclenching his hands. He wanted that control, for the fear of morphing into his wolf and running wild to go away, to become stronger. "If we do this... we do it at my place, under lock and key." Kurt lay out his terms, still not sure he wanted to do this, but he also wanted to know what Blaine had.

"Deal." Blaine settled, reaching into his jacket pocket to pull out three vials filled with a red substance and lay them in Kurt's open palms.

"What are these?" Kurt asked, studying the small vials.

"Your blood." That got Kurt's attention as he pressed Blaine for more, "I know your scent now so... I decided to help you with your demon problem. I found these in a house I can only presume belongs to the demon abusing you. I walked round all the buildings in this town and that house was the only one giving off a slight scent. Nothing any wolf would pick on without knowing your scent." Blaine explained, his hand running lightly over Kurt's back.

"You went into his house?" Kurt asked, the shock of Blaine's gift still not sinking in.

"Yup, but I think he might still have one vial on him. Your scent was lingering on the streets for a moment when I walked by and I know it wasn't from you personally."

"He's going to come after me now. He's going to think I broke into his house and stole these." Kurt was beginning to panic, wild thoughts of what Karofsky could do flashing through his mind.

A tender hand on his cheek sent the thoughts back into the dark as Blaine turned Kurt's head to look at him, "We need him to come looking for you, so we can put an end to this."

"We?" Kurt whispered.

Blaine nodded, smiling with warmth, "Yes, I'll be there when he next turns up. I'll help you."

Blaine's thumb began to caress Kurt's cheek as he felt himself relax, leaning into the hand before catching himself and standing from the bench, pocketing the vials. Blaine stood with him, hands in his pockets to avoid reaching out to Kurt again.

"So, I've kept my end of the bargain. Now it's your turn."

Kurt took in the time, noting it was getting late and decided it wouldn't be a bad time to get this over with; he didn't have to patrol tonight. With a nod to Blaine they walked through the town towards Kurt and Santana's home in silence. Kurt, because he was terrified of what he was going to do and Blaine because he knew Kurt needed the time to think.

Once they reached the house, Kurt fiddled with his keys trying to push the right key into the lock but failing as his hands shook. A hand settled over his and Kurt lowered his head in frustration as Blaine open the door for him, stepping inside on hurried feet and into the kitchen. As he leant over the kitchen sink, feeling like his was about to lose the contents of his stomach, a warm hand rubbed up and down his back.

"You're worrying too much." Blaine spoke up, "This is supposed to be so natural to you and you're treating it like I've asked you to kill someone. Calm down." Blaine pressed a kiss to Kurt's temple, "Calm down."

Kurt gasped, leaning into the touch, his wolf's panic calming at the touch, "Do that again." He whispered, eyes closed and leaning further into the touch as Blaine's lips touched his temple again, then his cheek, jaw line, down to his neck. Kurt's grip on the counter loosened as a calm washed over him and he let out a contented sigh. He opened his eyes, catching their reflection in the window, Blaine's eyes closed as his lips pressed gently to his neck. Kurt stepped away, coughing, cheeks flushed, "Thank you. I'm alright now." He spoke to the floor.

"Oh I bet you are." Came the smug voice from the door.

Santana stood leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over a white shirt tucked into denim shorts, a smug smile on her lips. "If I knew you were bringing company Kurt, I would've made myself scarce. As I'm not and I'm wondering why Hobbit here is sucking on your neck, I'm going to request some answers."

"He was panicking, I was just helping him calm down." Blaine replied to her, not moving from Kurt's side.

"Oh I'm sure that's all you were after, Alpha." Santana spit back.

"It's okay San, but could you do me a favour?"

"I don't stock condoms Lady, sorry."

Kurt's blush rushed up his neck and fired his cheeks, "NO! Blaine is here to help me with my wolf, but I'd like it if you could be present as well."

Santana sent a suspicious eye over Blaine before nodding, "Sure, I don't really want you to be left on your own with this one anyway." Santana pushed herself off the doorframe and heading into the study, lighting candles around the room and pulling out the silver chain from the safe. Blaine followed her in and huffed at the chain, "That won't be necessary."

Santana glared at him, "And how would you know?"

"Because Kurt's wolf wants to obey me. He'll behave, just you watch." Blaine sat down in a chair facing the fire as Kurt walked in, locking the door behind him and pulling the iron bars over the windows.

"You hear this Kurt, this Hobbit says your wolf wants to obey." Santana mocked, tossing the chains back in the safe.

"So Blaine keeps implying." Kurt muttered putting his weapons away in his desk and putting his katana back on display above the fireplace.

"You broke through the silver cuffs at the village so what good is that chain anyway?" Blaine asked, this having puzzled him since he discovered what Kurt was.

"I can break out of silver but my wolf can't" Kurt briefed.

Blaine went to press further when Santana interrupted.

"Can I ask why you're doing this?" Santana pushed herself onto the desk as Kurt pulled out the vials of blood. She picked them up opening the lid, the smell making her eyes widen, "Are these the vials of blood Karofsky had?" A nod from Kurt confirmed her suspicions, "But how?"

"I snuck into his house and got them." Blaine briefed her.

"He's probably still carrying one so we'll need to be on the alert." Kurt stopped in front of Blaine taking a deep breath.

"You ready?" Blaine asked, waiting for Kurt's nod, enjoying the sight of Kurt's pink tongue dipping out to lick his lips, "Don't shut down when you morph, try and stay focused on something in the room." Blaine instructed.

Kurt just nodded, looking over the room trying to find something to focus on, but every time his eyes came back to Blaine, and as much as he tried he couldn't focus on anything else. He was terrified, he wanted to run and hide, but Blaine was sending a soothing aura through his bones, trying to calm him, trying to put him at ease and to an extent it was working. He let his eyes seep into Blaine's, as he let his wolf come through, his hair shimmering white before his whole body was covered in the white fur of his wolf and he fell to the floor, morphing completely into the white wolf, cerulean eyes fixed on Blaine's.

Shaking out his fur, the wolf licks his right paw before taking a look around the room, his ears flicking back and forth, tail swishing behind him. Blaine huffed gently, chin resting on his palm as he watched the wolf turn towards him, his head tilting gently as he took in the Alpha before him. Blaine let his own scent seep from him again, exerting his authority. Panicked by the strong scent, the wolf's fur stood on ends as he stood on guard, teeth on show, growling at Blaine.

"Yeah that worked, Hobbit." Santana snapped at Blaine, crossing her arms. "Remember, this wolf hasn't ever been in a pack so he doesn't understand what you're doing."

Blaine didn't respond, instead leaning forward in his seat, holding out the back of his hand to the wolf, waiting patiently. The wolf's ears pulled back against his head, as he lowered his body to the ground, icy blue eyes moving between Blaine's hand and the golden glow of his hazel eyes. His tail twitched behind him as he cautiously lifted his head to sniff the hand then lowering his head back to the floor, eyes returning to Blaine's.

"Is Kurt aware at all?" Santana asked, watching Blaine slowly push himself from the chair to kneel before the wolf. If Santana was honest with herself, she was glad Kurt had made this jump to let another wolf help him, but she could hear Kurt's worries rolling around in her head and she couldn't help but worry herself at this leap.

"A little but not enough to control the wolf... He's beautiful though." Blaine whispered, smiling in his admission.

The wolf's ears perked up at his words, tilting his head to the side before huffing at Blaine.

"I think Kurt heard you." Santana smirked.

"I think he did." Blaine mimicked her smirk, holding his hand out to the wolf again, who reached out to lick the digits with the tip of his tongue. Blaine smiled affectionately, moving his hand to stroke the top of the wolf's head. "But it's true." Blaine spoke to the wolf in a whisper.

"So much for being a demon." Santana referred to their previous conversation at the front of the day all those days before.

"My mistake." Blaine replied, smiling at the small growl of disapproval coming from the wolf, "Oh you heard that Kurt?" Blaine raised an eyebrow, happy to see Kurt becoming more aware of his surroundings as he scratched behind the wolf's ear.

Blaine moved his hand away as the wolf sat back, looking up at Santana, who smiled when the eyes she recognised to be Kurt's met hers. "Well Hobbit, I'm impressed. He's never gained control this quickly before."

Blaine smiled sitting back in the chair and watched the wolf walk over to Santana and rub against her legs, "It took a while but that's Kurt doing that, not the wolf."

Santana smiled, running her hand through the crystal white fur on the wolf's back, "How do you feel, Kurt?"

The white wolf let his head roll back as the fur glowed and fell around the body that was once a wolf, leaving behind the relaxed body of the human. Kurt opened his eyes with a content sigh as he met Blaine's, a smile spreading on his lips. "I feel... fine." Kurt turned to Santana, who in turn raised a brow at him, "That's all? You turn into your wolf, have what looks like the most awareness you've ever had as a wolf and morph back at your own accord... and you're just 'fine'?" She pressed.

Kurt shrugged, "It's hard to explain. I went blank at first but then everything became clear and... I saw Blaine... and then I could see everything, through my wolf, I felt, everything... and then I was back here." He turned his eyes back to Blaine, "I also heard you call my wolf bea-"

"I called you beautiful. Not your wolf... you." Blaine corrected.

Kurt licked his lips, the blush from earlier returning to his cheeks, "I should go and reapply my lotions." He picked up a candle and his pistol, turning to Santana, "I'm going to..."

"Go! Now!" Santana ordered pointing to the study door, holding down a grin.

Kurt smiled, a rare relaxed smile, and unlocked the door, pausing as Blaine reached out to run a hand down his arm, but he didn't turn to him. "You did great, Kurt. But I'd like to keep doing this." Kurt closed his eyes briefly at the sincerity behind those simple words, "We'll see Blaine." With that he took the stairs two at a time to reach his room, locking the door behind him.

Blaine watched Kurt leave, slightly disheartened by Kurt's response but happy with the progress they had made in such a short time. With how quickly Kurt morphed back into his human form after he gained consciousness he could tell Kurt was afraid to stay like that for long. Whether it be from losing consciousness again or getting caught, Kurt was far from ready to accept his wolf and Blaine felt the urge to know more about what brought Kurt to this reality.

Santana watched Blaine for a moment as he was consumed by his thoughts before coughing to get his attention. When those hazel eyes turned to her, darkness fell on the room, the candlelight extinguished, only a trickle of moonlight seeping through the bars on the windows and the blaze from the fireplace lighting the room. The aura in the room turned menacing as Santana pinned Blaine to his spot, ignoring the growl coming from the Alpha.

Approaching Blaine, Santana pressed a finger into his chest, "Nothing leaves this room, do you hear? Kurt told me about what happened at the lake, but I'm sure if it weren't for that he would be very happy to let you continue to think he was a human. Kurt keeps this a secret for a reason and you do not have the right to force him to do this, nor to tell anyone else about this. Now, I'm sure you got him to do this because of those vials over there, but pull something like that again and I'll make sure to go all Lima Heights on your ass."

"Be that as it may, we both know Kurt needs to be able to control his wolf. To be at one with his wolf so you don't have to chain him up every time that happens." Blaine's eyes flashed gold at the thought of that chain around Kurt's neck, another thing holding him back. "Plus, if the demons that attacked my clan are on their way here, we'll have a better chance if Kurt has control over this."

Santana studied Blaine for a moment before replying, "You won't breathe a word of this to anyone?"

Blaine shook his head, "Not if Kurt doesn't want me to."

Santana quietly chanted a spell as Blaine spoke, "Promise?"

The smirk on Blaine's lips was proof enough to Santana that he'd caught her spell, "You don't need to do that, witch."

"What I do, I do for Kurt." She whispered.

The dark aura lifted from the room as footsteps descending the stairs, Santana moving back to the desk as Kurt returned to the study, dressed in a tight pair of red jeans, white doc martins and an off the shoulder white jumper which swept around his hips, hiding the pistol he still wore in its holster. Blaine smiled as he took in the more relaxed air of the hunter before him.

"I should go, but, can I come back tomorrow?" Blaine spoke in a hushed voice, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair from Kurt's forehead, disappointed to not smell the lavender he was starting to crave.

Kurt ducked from the hand as soon as the disobedient strand had been tamed, "Tomorrow's a busy day, but I'll come by and visit Jane in the evening." Kurt replied, turning from Blaine and heading to the door.

Blaine glanced to Santana, "Bye Witch. Be good."

Santana grinned, waving Blaine off, "See ya, Hobbit."

Blaine followed Kurt into the hallway, placing his hand on Kurt's bare shoulder to stop him from unlocking the door. Kurt turned back to Blaine leaning against the wall, "How many more of these 'sessions' do you think I'll need before I can be as confident as you all are with your wolves?"

Blaine shrugged stepping closer to Kurt, "That depends on you and how much you accept that the wolf you keep disassociating yourself with, is you."

Kurt swallowed hard as Blaine closed the distance between them, "And if I accept my wolf?"

Blaine's hand reached between them to stroke Kurt's cheek, "Then it won't take long at all. A couple more 'sessions', as you say, I've seen new wolves take control within hours of taking the ceremony, but that was because they accepted their wolf."

Kurt watched Blaine lean in, his eyes flickering down to his lips and felt the pull of the Alpha again, the thrill and the fear clouding his senses and he forced himself to place his hands on Blaine's chest, the Alpha before him letting out a predatory growl.

"Blaine, you're only doing this because of my wolf... don't mess with me like this." He whispered, his hands still resting on Blaine's chest.

"Kurt. Yes, I'm pulled towards you because you're a Hound of God, just like anyone else would be, me more so because I'm an Alpha... but this is more than that. Watching you these last few days, protecting this town, respecting the wolves around here... holding yourself together under this burden you put on yourself... I can't help but be moved by you in a way I never thought I could be, and all I can think is that I want to know more... I want to be more... with you."

Kurt held his breath as Blaine spoke, searching his eyes for any lies in the words he spoke, but found none. This time when Blaine leant in, Kurt met him half way, inhaling sharply at the feel of his lips against his. Kurt moved his hands up and around Blaine's neck as Blaine's wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer as they deepened the kiss. The kiss was less domineering than before at the mines, tender in its approach while promising more, and Kurt wanted more, wanted to let go and let this man in. Allow himself something he thought he'd never be allowed.

Slowly they pulled apart, both sets of eyes flashing with desire and Blaine couldn't help but smile at the release Kurt allowed of his wolf in that little motion. Kurt looked stunning with his jumper sliding off the one shoulder, exposing his collar bone while his pale cheeks were stained red and lips plumped from the kiss. He wanted more but knew not to push Kurt back behind the walls he was slowly breaking down. Kurt coughed, rubbing the back of his neck as he fought to control his voice.

"Blaine, I-"

Kurt wasn't sure what he was going to say but the voice from the other side of the door left his mind bereft of thought.

"Kurt, come outside now!"