Author's Notes: Again a lot of trouble updating this story. Revieuws will keep me motivated, tough. So let me know?
Santana's house was in the middle of the woods.
'Lay him down on the couch, he needs to rest,' Santana said.
Puck and Sam did what she said. Kurt follows inside. Blaine was awake but he saw pale.
'Are you sure he is alright?' Kurt asks. He kneels before Blaine. 'He looks like he can drop dead any second.'
'Well excuse you, Lady Face,' Santana sneers. 'What do you expect? He was near death. If Britney hadn't seen it...'
'Seen it? What are you talking about?' Kurt looks to Britney who was talking to her finger. He raised a eyebrow. 'is she mental or something?'
'She is perfectly fine,' Santana said. 'Britney has visions, she can see the future. If it wasn't for her you both be dead right now. So a little bit grateful cant hurt right?' She looks angry.
Kurt feels ashamed, he nodded and turns to Britney. 'Sorry, Britney, without you... Blaine would be death.'
'It's okay, Unicorn,' Britney smiled and winked.
'What?' Puck asks.
'Well, I thought Unicorns died like 3000 years ago,' Sam said.
Santana sighed. 'That's not it. She means he's gay. Just sit down, Britney. You to, wolfs.' She walks to a wall where all different potions neatly where put in a order line.
'So, are you and Blaine like... together, Unicorn?' Britney turns to Kurt.
'The name is Kurt, Britney,' –Santana: 'Or lady Face.' – 'And no, we're just... friends I think,' Kurt glared at Santana. 'We met two days ago, we're not just that close...'
'Sure,' Britney smiled knowingly. She just stares between Kurt and Blaine and her smile grew wider. 'He likes you, and you like him. It's obvious. Why are you so scared?'
Kurt just stared at her. He didn't know what to say. He didn't expect those words from Britney. Everyone stares at Kurt (Blaine tried to see his reaction but had to much pain and let his body fall back on the couch )and he blushes.
'well... Awkward,' Sam smiled and tried to look away.
'Just mate already,' Santana sneers and walks towards Blaine with a red potion and kneels before him. 'Drink this, it help you heal faster.'
Blaine takes a sip and cough, red fluid drips on his chin.
'Is that blood?' Kurt walks over.
Santana rolls her eyes. 'It's witch blood. Don't panic, Lady Face. Witch blood is known for it's healing power on werewolves. But it tastes bad.'
'Can we get down to business?' Puck said impatient. 'Quinn waits for me and she is grumpy.'
Britney grinned. 'How is she? You need to take care of her and the baby.'
Puck looked at her in shock. 'What? Beth is almost 4. She's a toddler.'
'Not Beth,' Britney sighed. 'the Baby.'
Puck turns to Santana with a growl. 'Is she always vague like this?'
Santana rolls her eyes. 'Are you really that oblivious? She is pregnant, you stupid. You're going to be a daddy, for the second time.'
Puck just stares at her with his eyes wide with shock. 'But---how...' Then he smiles. 'I'M GONNA BE A DADDY!' He yells and pulls Kurt into a hug who was lifted from his chair by the power.
'Jeez, Puck, let me breath!' Kurt yelled. Puck let Kurt go and hugs Sam, who smiled almost bigger than Puck.
'Can we now talk?' Britney said.
'Yes, guys, sit down,' Santana commanded. 'Are you listening, Blaine, it consorts you to.' Blaine raises his thumb.
'Spill it, Santana, what is so important?' Sam asks.
Santana sighed. 'There were hunters in the forest today.'
'Bill? I like Bill,' Puck said. Bill Humpton was a old hunter, who hunt small animals during the summer.
'Me too, he is a good man, is that all, Santana?' Sam said.
'No it wasn't Bill,' Santana said seriously.
'Not?' Puck looks worried.
'No, they are wolf hunters,' Santana said. Sam growled and even Blaine growled weak from the couch.
'Are you sure?' Puck asks, his body was tense.
'it was obvious, they wore silver guns and bows,' Santana said.
'How many are they?' Sam asks.
'Four, between 25-30 years old,' Britney spoke.
'I don't get it, Hunters catch the bad wolfs right?' Kurt asks. 'The lonely, free unregistrated wolfs. Like that wolf who attacked us. I don't see a problem.'
'There isn't,' Blaine said, his voice cracked a little. He bit his lip to fight the pain. 'Except we don't know them and they didn't offer a gesture to meet them.'
'Like they don't care if they catch a free dangerous wolf or a wolf in a pack,' Sam said sadly. Kurt swallowed. He saw a problem, for him. He was a free Omega.
'What do they do with wolfs they catch?'
'Nobody knows,' Puck whispers. 'We only know that they never come back.'
Kurt shivers.
'Normal hunters respect us and they leave Packs alone, we never encounter,' Sam explained.
'Maybe they leave,' Kurt voice sounds small. Not convinced.
'They arrived here two days ago,' Santana said. 'That they might kill you and you're pack is not even the worst thing. Britney can't read them. She see's everything days before it actually happens.' She looks at Kurt. 'She saw you arrive and meet Blaine's pack two weeks ago.'
Kurt jaw fell open. He looks at Britney who dreamily smiled. 'You're Omega is truly beautiful,' she spoke softly. 'A white fur is very rare.'
Kurt blushes. 'Thanks Britney.'
'You're welcome,' Britney winked.
'You see our problem?' Santana said. 'We need to be careful. If Britney can't read them, who knows what there up to? We need to be prepared for the worst.'
Sam and Puck nodded.
'I fill my dad in, he can spy on them, find out what there doing...' Kurt froze. His dad! He totally forgot. He jumps up. 'I'm to late. He's going to kill me...' He glared at Blaine. 'And you.... we need to go.'
He walks to Blaine and helps him get up. Blaine stumbles and leans heavy at Kurt. 'You okay? Just put you're arm around me.'
'You two don't get home alive without help, I'll drive,' Sam said. 'Blaine can't drive anyway in his state.'
'I thought you couldn't drive,' Puck mocked. They walked towards the door.
'It can't be that bad,' Sam smiled.
'Wait, what?' Kurt stops.
'O come on, I drive safe, I promise,' Sam said. Blaine gives him the car keys and Kurt thought he could better live in a horror movie.
'Thanks Santana, Britney, for saving our lives,' Kurt said friendly to the two witches who were holding hands. They both nodded.
'Rest a day, Blaine, just one day,' Santana said, Blaine nodded.
'Bye, Unicorn, think about what I said okay?' Britney smiled. Kurt rolled his eyes. He would think about it, yes. But she didn't have to say it again when Blaine stared at him.
'Sure, Britney,' Kurt smiled and pulls Blaine to the door.
He didn't miss Britney speak to Santana with fear: 'I didn't loose my Powers, San, you have to believe me! Those man are bad.'
Santana smiled reassuring. 'It's okay, sweetie. I believe you...' And the door closed with a smack. Kurt felt pity for the blonde witch. He really likes her. She looks so innocent. Kurt, Blaine and Sam said goodbye to Puck and they drove back to town.
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Sam parked the car for Kurt's home.
'Be careful, Kurt, you know what Santana said,' Sam said. Kurt rolled his eyes.
'Stop doing that,' Blaine growled. He looked better than a hour ago. Maybe the witch blood thing was true. 'You are a target as what Santana says is true.'
'I'll be fine,' Kurt sighed. Why does everybody speaks to him like he was 6? 'I need to go... My dad waits for me to kill me, painful and slow.' He smiled to Blaine and Blaine can't help but smile back.
'So it was one hell of a party.' Sam smirked.
'You can say that again. I just want to... thank you,' Kurt said. 'You two did safe my life.' He looks at Blaine. 'Do that never again tough, I'm not worth it.' He leans closer and plans a kiss on Blaine's cheek, who blushes heavily. Blaine was afraid he might pass out. 'Bye. I will visit you tomorrow. Bye, Sam. I see you next Sunday I guess.' He steps out the car.
Sam and Blaine waved and Sam drives away. He smiled at Blaine. 'You got it bad, Wolf.'
Blaine growled. He was not in the mood to speak to Sam about Kurt after tonight. 'Don't growl at me, I'm just happy for you two, you are a cute couple,' Sam said. Blaine smiled. He likes the sound of "you two" and "cute couple". This terrible night had ended just perfect.
Kurt walked to the door. He had a big decision to make and he knows it. But first he needs to meet his father. He sighed and whispers: 'Well here goes nothing...'