When the teacher turned around to write that similes use “like” or “as” on the board (Really?! That was something that people had to take notes on to remember?) Kurt glanced down at his phone. He was hesitant to open the text when he saw it was from an unknown number, but he figured even if it was more hate slurs he may as well get it over with.

Hey Kurt! It’s Blaine. I’m not sure if you remember me, but we met at sectionals? I was wondering if you’d be interested in getting coffee this afternoon? I know this great place called the Lima Bean if you want? Xx

Kurt’s face broke into a wide smile as a faint blush crept up on his cheeks. Did Blaine really think that Kurt wouldn’t remember him? Like Kurt met cute gay boys, or any gay boys for that matter, that gave deliciously warm hugs at singing competitions all the time?

Kurt glanced up at his teacher again before stealthily replying under his desk.

Hey! I remember you, silly! I would love coffee, I have Glee after school today but I could get to the Lima Bean by 4:30

Kurt contemplated for a whole five minutes about whether or not he should include an x at the end. He usually did it with his girl-friends, but he didn’t want Blaine to think he was clingy or in love with him or anything (even if that might already be the case). Besides, Blaine was probably already dating that boy that Kurt saw him hug so intimately at Sectionals.

He thought better of it and pressed send, instead. He turned his attention back towards the front of the class, not that he needed to. The teacher was currently instructing Azimio to write example sentences on the board. Kurt was pretty sure the sentence “He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree.” wasn’t really a proper metaphor.

Blaine’s reply was almost instantaneous.

4:30 sounds perfect! I can’t wait to catch up! What’s your coffee order?

Grande Non-Fat Mocha, why do you ask?

A gentleman always makes sure his date gets his coffee on time! Haha jk. See you this afternoon! Can’t wait xx

Kurt stared at the text. Date? Blaine had called him his “date”?! But he said he had been kidding about it? What did that text even mean?!

Well. obviously that he wasn’t serious, I mean he has a boyfriend, Kurt reminded himself.

Kurt shook his head, trying to clear away the confusing thoughts. He looked around to see that apparently at some point the teacher had instructed the students to silently read. That’s the upstanding education of McKinley, rolling his eyes Kurt quickly read the text, deciding to actually start doing school work, or he might be stuck with homework tonight, which would not suit his plans to have a nice stress-free afternoon with Blaine. Except it wouldn’t be stress-free because Kurt would have to spend the entire time attempting to stop himself from falling for a handsome, sweet, talented, but unfortunately taken boy.

And he still had to get through the shit-storm that was a combination of high school and David Karofsky, which was generally easier said than done. By evidence of the fact that on his way to History, his last lesson of the day, Kurt was treated to both a locker slam and a slushie. This must have been Kurt’s lucky day.

By the time he had cleaned up, he decided that he had merits to skip Glee rehearsals just this once, because his back was aching and nothing but a shower could really remove the stickiness that was corn syrup.

Hey finn, I’m going to skip glee, got ambushed with a slushie and the stickiness is finally getting to me. I’ll be out this afternoon though, just so you know.

Kay bro, I’ll update you on the ND practice.

With that organised, Kurt finally collected all his books and got in his car, keen to be clean and in new, non-cherry flavoured clothes before his date with Blaine. No, his non-date, because he was sure Blaine was dating that other boy in the Warblers, but at least he could get a new friend out of this, Kurt reminded himself. Even if all he wanted to do was rip off his new friends clothes, but as long as he kept that to himself there shouldn’t be any issues.

~~~

When Kurt pushed open the door to the Lima Bean, a familiar, but unexpected scent hit him. He glanced around curiously, rather than smelling the strong scent of coffee beans and freshly baked scones, a homey aroma of Christmas trees and cinnamon filled his head. His eyes automatically found the source of the scent.

“Kurt!” Blaine waved, “Hi! Over here!” he indicated, quite unnecessarily. There’s no way Kurt could have missed him. In fact, Kurt very much doubted that he would struggle to find Blaine even in a crowd of 5,000 people, it seemed like his entire body was attuned to finding and remaining close to Blaine. Kurt shook his head. That was ridiculous, he had had all of two conversations with Blaine.

Kurt smiled and greeted Blaine with a small wave as he walked over to the table Blaine had been saving them, before sitting gracefully in the chair across from Blaine and crossing his legs.

“One Grande Non-fat Mocha for my lovely date, as promised,” Blaine said with a laugh and a wink in Kurt’s direction.

Kurt’s stilled at the word. Was Blaine just joking again? He just couldn’t get a read on this boy.

Blaine noticed how tense he had become. “What’s wrong? That is your coffee order, right? I got it right?” Blaine eyebrows furrowed.

“Oh! Yes! Of course you did! Nothing’s wrong! So how are the Warblers doing? Are you guys prepping for Regionals yet?” Kurt questioned.

“Oh I see! Straight to the competition. Did you just agree to meet me so that you could spy on my glee club?” Blaine teased.

“What? No! Sorry! I didn’t mean to just jump into talking about show choir. I, just I don’t really know anything else about you, all I know is that you’re in show choir, so I thought that would be a nice ice-breaker,” Kurt rambled nervously.

“Kurt! I’m kidding! Yeah, we already started preparing. Well at least Wes has. He’s started to make a list of possible solo numbers. I think he has about 100 so far. But Wes really is a force unto himself.”

“He already has 100 songs picked out?! But Sectionals was like two days ago!” Kurt squeaked, eyes wide with shock.

“That’s Wes for you,” Blaine shrugged, “He’s a tad controlling.”

“Yeah, just a tad,” Kurt drawled sarcastically. “I can relate, though. Rachel- she’s the obnoxious girl who shrieked at you at Sectionals- is pretty much the same way. She’s what we call a power-hungry dictator.” Blaine laughed at that comment. “She can be a pretty controlling friend too. It’s not enough for her to rule over us at Glee practice, she likes to try and tell us what to do at every other time of the day too,” Kurt rolled his eyes. “Not that it works very often, but sometimes she manages to brainwash half of the Glee club into agreeing with her."

Blaine barked out his laughter.

“Is Wes like that too?” Kurt wondered.

“Uhh ummm,” Blaine stumbled, “oh, umm sort of. Yeah he’s something like that, I guess,” Blaine lied. He continued very quickly, “So how are the New Directions shaping up for Regionals? You guys start preparing?”

Kurt actually let out a laugh at that one. “Ha. No. We’ll be lucky if we have our songs picked out two days before the competition. We’re pretty last-minute over at the New Directions, but it seems to work for us.”

“Wow. So when did you start preparing ‘Blackbird’ for Sectionals?”

“About an hour before I went on. Sam and Quinn- the guy with the gigantic mouth and the blond girl with the beautiful bitch face- were going to sing a duet but they broke up for some reason or another and refused to sing with each other.”

Blaine barely heard any of what Kurt said after the first sentence. “You sang it like that after only working on it for an hour?! Oh my god, you are amazing! You sang like an angel!”

Kurt blushed, pleased with the praise. “Thank you,” he murmured, looking down at his half-empty mocha. “I have been singing it for most my life though, it’s one of my favourite Beatles songs, so that helped.”

Blaine smiled at Kurt adoringly, his chin in his palm.

Maybe Blaine really was being genuine? Maybe he really did like Kurt? He certainly didn’t seem like he was only “trying to get at Kurt’s tight ass” as Santana had so eloquently put it.

Then the door to the Lima Bean opened again and Kurt remembered that it didn’t matter if Blaine’s intentions were romantic or sexual anyways.

“Blaine,” a boy with blonde hair and a navy blazer called, four other boys in similar attire following in after him.

They reached the table and a tall, black boy spoke up, Kurt recognized him as the one who had led him to Blaine at Sectionals. “What a coincidence that you guys are here too! Never would have thought that we would run into you two!”

“You never would have thought that you would see Blaine at the Lima Bean? The guy practically lives here. I’m surprised he hasn’t taken up residence on the sidewalk just to be closer to his addiction.”

“Shut up, Seb,” Blaine complained, pouting at him.

Oh great, he calls him “Seb.” If Kurt wasn’t convinced that they were dating before, he was now. Perfect. He looked back and forth between Sebastian and Blaine, noting the smirks they directed at each other.

He unfortunately knows how it feels to be a third wheel, and this feels a lot like how it feels to be around Mike and Tina when they are having one of those silent conversations with their eyes. Realising that he had just been flirting with Blaine not two minutes ago, an incredible feeling of guilt washed over Kurt.

Kurt looked down at his phone and pretended to be reading a text, anything for an excuse to get out of here. “I-I... I have to go,” Kurt stuttered out.

Blaine eyes flipped back to his, surprised. “No! Kurt you don’t have to go just because these losers showed up!”

“Gee thanks,” the shorter boy standing next to the tall blond protested. Blaine ignored him. “They can leave!”

Blaine looked panicked at the thought of Kurt leaving.”S-sorry. My dad’s uhh expecting me home.”

“Don’t worry about it, Kurt! We’ll keep the big guy occupied,” Sebastian said, putting his hands on Blaine’s shoulders and massaging them. Blaine didn’t seem the least bit shocked or uncomfortable at the touch.

“Alright,” Blaine sighed. “Can I walk you out to your car?” he asked, Kurt thought he sounded.. hopeful? No, that couldn’t be it.

“Umm, No thanks. I’ll be fine.” Kurt eyed Sebastian’s hand on Blaine’s shoulder and hurried out of the coffee shop without saying goodbye.

Blaine looked almost desperate to run after him, but turned to his pack instead, “Thanks a lot guys! I barely got to spend twenty minutes with him! Do you even realize how hard it is to be apart from your mate this early on in the courtship?! Especially, because I don’t even know where he lives or how I can find him if he’s in trouble.” Blaine looked genuinely upset.

David, Wes, Jeff, and Nick all looked at the ground, ashamed of themselves and mumbled out timid apologies at having upset their alpha.

Sebastian, however, watched out the window as Kurt crossed the parking lot. He looked up just in time to see Kurt glance back at them. He looked almost... guilty? Sebastian frowned. Suddenly he looked down at his own hand, still on Blaine’s shoulders, and comprehension dawned on him.

“Fuck,” Sebastian hissed, and ran out the door.

“Where are you going, Seb? I’m not done talking to you!”

“Stay there, Blaine!” Sebastian shouted over his shoulder as he ran out the door after Kurt.

He got to him just as he was starting his Navigator. “Kurt! Wait! I need to talk to you! You’ve got this all wrong.” Sebastian shouted.

Kurt’s eyes widened with a mixture of fear and guilt when he saw him. Sebastian almost laughed. “Uhh, I don’t know what you’re talking about, I have to go.”

“You should come back inside and talk to Blaine,” Sebastian started.

Kurt looked surprised at his words, “Why...?”

“You just should. Come on, please? I’ll walk with you.” Sebastian wouldn’t admit this to anyone, but he whipped out the puppy dog eyes.

“Umm, n-no thank you.” Kurt was rather scared. Why did Blaine’s boyfriend want to walk him back into the dining room when Kurt had clearly been flirting with Blaine? Unless he wanted some weird threesome thing, which yeah, Kurt wasn’t interested. “Like I said, my dad-”

“Kurt, Blaine and I aren’t dating,” Sebastian blurted out. Now Kurt just look dumbstruck.

“What?” Kurt asked blankly.

“We’re not together. Never have been, never will be,” he repeated. Kurt thought he even looked a little disgusted with the concept.

Kurt just stared at him. Well maybe they weren’t dating, but Blaine had to at least like Sebastian. I mean Blaine had nuzzled his neck when they hugged for crying out loud! You didn’t do that to someone you thought of as “just friends.” Well, at least it sounded like Sebastian wasn’t interested.

“So.. You’re straight?” Kurt questioned hopefully.

“Haha, definitely not. I enjoy dick,” Sebastian smiled, “I enjoy all types of dick, all the time.” Kurt’s face fell. “Except for Blaine’s dick that is. Oh and like all the guys inside, because they’re like my brothers.” Sebastian sighed, “Look I’m rambling, and not making a lot of sense, but come inside?”

Sebastian made a sweeping movement as in welcoming Kurt to leave his car, when Kurt didn’t move Sebastian rolled his eyes, “My God, you actually think he’s in love with me,” Sebastian said disbelievingly, “just come on inside, okay? Talk to Blaine, because once you hear what he says then you will know that he and I are not going to happen."

Kurt really was going to turn Sebastian down, and stick with his ‘my dad wants me home’ excuse, but he wasn’t given much of a chance and Sebastian pulled him from his vehicle. “You really are stubborn aren’t you?” Kurt was shocked, Sebastian was far stronger than he looked.

Kurt tugged his arm free, “You don’t have to manhandle me, at least let me get my stuff and lock my car.” Kurt turned around to grab his wallet and phone, but Sebastian beat him to it. Grabbing the items and shoving them into his pockets. “C’mon! Hurry up! I’m hungry and I want a scone!” Kurt sighed in a long-suffering way and repeated Sebastian’s sweeping motion at an attempt of mockery.

Sebastian laughed, “You’ll be good with us Hummel.”

Blaine was jarred out of his bad mood when the door opened once again, and he caught Kurt’s familiar scent.

His head snapped up as Seb lead Kurt back towards their table. Kurt looked at his hands sheepishly.

“Look Blaine! I brought you present,” Sebastian offered. “Now take good care of him. Wes, David, Nick, Jeff, let’s get back to Dalton. Blaine has something to tell Kurt.” Sebastian looked at Blaine pointedly.

“What?! He’s going to tell him! But I want to see that!” Wes protested.

“Let’s go, guys,” Sebastian sang. He grabbed the blueberry scone out of David’s hands and started chowing down as he walked away from the table. “Blergh, blueberry, really David? God you could have at least gotten a nice flavour!” David shouted in protest and ran after Sebastian to grab what was left of his scone before stalking out the door, the rest of the pack following after him.

Before Sebastian made it very far away from the table he called over his shoulder, “By the way, Blaine, he thinks we’re fucking and has convinced himself that you’re in love with me. I would say something to convince him otherwise, if I were you. Toodles.” Blaine didn’t have to see Sebastian’s face to know there was a self-satisfied smirk painted across it.

Blaine gaped at Kurt and an awkward silence descended over the two boys once the other Warblers had left the building. “You actually think I like Sebastian? What gave you that idea?” Blaine too, Kurt noticed, seemed repulsed by the idea of being romantically involved with his friend.

Kurt didn’t really know what to say, so he just looked down at his hands again.

Blaine seemed to take that as confirmation. “Well, shit.” He glanced around cautiously, checking for possible eavesdroppers. He saw that no less than five people were actually openly staring at him and Kurt (most likely because of Sebastian’s yelled comment) and several more had quickly looked down when Blaine had looked up.

“Hey, do you maybe wanna head somewhere more private?” Blaine’s eyes widened when he realized what he had just said. “I mean, not in a-a creepy way! Just to... talk”

“N-not that I don’t want to.. with you.. because you’re you know.. really hot and all but.. wow I’m just going to shut up now,” Blaine was more nervous for this than he thought he would be.

Kurt flushed bright red, finally glancing up from his hands to look at Blaine. “Umm sure, let’s go somewhere. Do you want to go sit in my car?” Kurt asked hesitantly.

“Yeah sure. Sounds great!” Blaine responded, too enthusiastic. “I mean, if that’s cool with you? It’s just what I’m going to tell you I don’t want anyone else to hear.” Kurt nodded slowly, face still a little flushed from Blaine’s earlier comments. “Okay, let’s go then, you can lead the way.” Blaine offered a hand to Kurt to help him stand. Kurt took his hand with a small smile and allowed himself to be led out of the Lima Bean.

Once they settled in the front seats in Kurt’s car, another silence descended upon them. “So, ummm, what was it that we couldn’t talk about inside?” Kurt prompted.

Blaine bit his lip contemplating his words, “To be honest I’m not entirely sure how I’m supposed to tell you this, I’ve never had this conversation before.” Blaine started tapping out ‘Teenage Dream’ against his thigh trying to calm himself down, “Okay, there really is no easy way to say this, so I’m just going to do it.” He glanced at Kurt, and took a deep breath, “I’m a werewolf.”

There was shocked silence on Kurt’s part, until he finally spluttered out, “You’re a werewolf, a werewolf. As in the growling changing at the full moon type of werewolf?” Kurt immediately gripped his door handle, not necessarily running, but definitely considering it. Blaine noticed Kurt’s rapidly increasing heart beat and saw the fear in his eyes.

“Well, I mean, I don’t only change at the full moon... wait what do you mean by ‘type’ of werewolf? What other kind of werewolves are there?” Blaine asked, confused himself this time.

“I don’t know! I’m not the werewolf! For all I know there could be all types of different ones.” Kurt said defensively, “I don’t get why you’re telling me this, isn’t it supposed to be a this huge secret? Did you want a good reason to kill me or something?” Kurt was panicking now, he really didn’t want to die.

“What?! No! I would never hurt you! What are you even talking about? We don’t even kill people, well I mean some have, but some humans kill other humans.” Blaine hated the assumptions that came with being a werewolf, but he needed to keep Kurt in this car, because for once the werewolf thing wasn’t the big news. Kurt seemed to calm down once Blaine finished talking.

“Okay, you don’t kill people, got it. Also don’t ask if you do, because you get all growly.” Kurt seemed to be talking to himself, cataloguing what was going on, “I still don’t understand why you’re telling me. You don’t really know me, for all you know I could go and tell everyone.” For some reason though, Kurt was sure he wouldn’t.

“No you won’t.” Blaine replied easily. Damn, how did he know that?

“How do you know that.” Kurt bantered back.

Blaine took a deep breath. This was the big news, the news that Blaine really hoped Kurt didn’t take badly.

“You’remymate” Blaine blurted out. A blush quickly taking over his cheeks.

All the fear left Kurt’s body as soon as Blaine uttered the word ‘mate.’ It was replaced a second later, however, by confusion. “I’m your what?”

“My mate, the one person I’m supposed to be with for the rest of my life. I knew the minute I saw you on stage at Sectionals.” Kurt still looked confused, and maybe a little dumbstruck, Blaine was starting to get worried. “Can’t you feel it too? I mean, I’m your mate as well.. the feeling should be mutual,” he was starting to panic, “I mean, don’t I have a specific scent? Don’t you feel drawn to me?” Kurt couldn’t look away from Blaine’s eyes whilst they flicked back and forth searching for something in his eyes. “You do, don’t you?” he looked up at Kurt with anxious eyes.

Kurt looked unsure, “I...I guess? I mean I’ve never really been a touchy-feely guy, but I find myself reaching out to you more often than not. And I mean, every time I’m around you I get hit with this smell, I don’t know, like-like Christmas... and cinnamon.” Kurt glanced down at his hands, “I just thought I was going crazy.”

Blaine sighed in relief. “You’re really not.” he reached towards Kurt’s hand, and held it within his own, “I didn’t want to spring this all on you at once, I actually hoped to talk to you more before telling you all of this, but extenuating circumstances.” Blaine squeezed Kurt’s hand in comfort, “So, after all of that, do you finally understand why nothing is going to happen between Seb and I? I mean the guy may as well be my brother, and I’m not really into incest.” That at least managed to pull a laugh out of Kurt, “Now there’s that laugh I love.”

Kurt blushed again, he was really going to have to learn to control that if he was going to be spending the rest of his life with Blaine.
And then it hit him.

He was Blaine’s mate. Blaine was his mate. They were mates. They were mates that were going to be spending the rest of their lives together.

And surprisingly, the thought didn’t scare Kurt one bit. In fact, it filled him with a feeling of joy, contentment, safety.

They stared into each other’s eyes, hand still clasped, for a long moment- which was interrupted by the startling sound of a car horn blaring right next to them.

Both boys jumped and looked out the window to see Sebastian, David, Wes, Jeff, and Nick- Blaine’s pack, Kurt thought- laughing almost hysterically at their reactions.

They had apparently chosen to sit in Nick’s car and watch their talk in lieu of going back to Dalton. Blaine looked exasperated while Kurt glared.

“You are never allowed to bring your friends on one of our coffee dates ever again,” Kurt ordered sternly.

“Hey! I didn’t bring them, they just show-” Blaine cut himself off, realising something, and a dopey smile crossed his face.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” Kurt questioned, looking around.

“You called it a date,” Blaine said smugly.