"What is a Naturalist?"

The excited look that crossed the werewolf's face made Kurt worry. Maybe he didn't want to know what was wrong with him after all. His hands tightened upon the book as he glanced down at it. What would he do if it was something bad?

"I'm not one-hundred percent sure that you are one but it was the only thing I could find that explained how…" he trailed off, glancing from side to side before bending his head closer to Kurt's ear. "How you can hear me and Dustin speak in our wolf form." he whispered before pulling back, grinning as the blond who had snapped at him earlier was now glaring daggers in his direction.

Kurt looked down at the book once again, rubbing his thumbs over the worn leather cover of the book. "Its nothing…bad is it?" he asked softly, looking up to Dave with wide eyes. He scowled whenever the wolf began to laugh loudly, gaining attention from half the room. A soft growl left his throat which seemed to bring Dave's attention back to him.

"No Kurt, it's a very good thing." Dave said, reaching out to pat the fledglings shoulder, smirking when he heard a loud growl from the other side of the room. It was going to be fun if the blond continued to hang around with Kurt.

Kurt had heard Jeff growl but had easily ignored it in favor of opening the cover of the book. His eyes widened as the words on the first page began to glow slightly, causing him to tilt his head and stare in wonder.

"Whoa…" Dave whispered, watching as the dark red letters continued to glow. He reached out to touch the book but stopped when Kurt glanced up at him, his uniquely colored eyes glowing along with the words in the book. "Well, that didn't happen when I opened it…"

Kurt blinked as Dave spoke then frowned. "What do you mean?" he asked, snapping the book shut, ignoring the disappointed sound the wolf gave. "Its not normal for the letters to glow?" he whispered quickly, trying to shove the book back into Dave's hands.

Dave gave him a confused look, shoving the book back against Kurt's chest, causing the fledgling to stumble backwards a bit. "What's wrong with you?" he asked, tilting his head to the side when Kurt sighed. "I thought you wanted to know what you were?"

Kurt shook his head before looking down at the book in his hands once again. "I do but this doesn't seem normal." he whispered, looking up at Dave with a frown when the wolf laughed. "What?" he snapped, glancing over to see Jeff staring at him intently.

"Well, when have you ever been normal?" Dave asked, grinning when Kurt shot him a dark look. "Besides, you should be honered if you are a Naturalist." he continued, shifting the straps of his backpack against his shoulders. "It's really amazing what they can do."

Kurt turned the book over in his hands, noticing that the back was completely free of the glowing text that was on the inside pages. "Would it of been too much to ask to be a normal vampire?" he whispered softly before sighing. He glanced up at Dave once again before nodding. "So I can keep the book?"

"Just for a few weeks or Dustin might notice it's missing." Dave said quietly. "Make sure your vampire or your blond guard doesn't see it." he added after a moment of thought. "If Dustin ever found out I took that out of the library…well lets just say I don't want it to happen." he said with a shudder. "Think you can keep it under the radar?"

Kurt nodded. "Blaine respects my things and I don't think Jeff will randomly start digging through my bag." he said with a roll of his eyes. "Can you tell me anything else that's important before I start to read the book myself?"

Dave nodded and opened his mouth to begin when the bell rang throughout the hallway, signaling their first class. "Shit." he whispered before looking back at Kurt. "You're going to have to read it yourself." he said before looking over to his own group of friends who had called his name.

Kurt growled slightly in frustration before pushing the book between the others in his bag. He looked up to Dave with a smile. "Thanks, I'll see you around right?" he asked hopefully. This Dave seemed easy going, and dare he say it, kind. He wanted to be friends with the wolf, no matter how much Jeff seemed to disagree.

"Yeah." Dave said, grabbing Kurt's elbow when the fledgling turned to walk back to his own group of friends. "Be careful around the were-creatures, Kurt.." he warned, frowning when Kurt gave him a confused book. "Some of them might find you irresistible, its because of some Naturalist thing having to do with new blood or something." he sighed when Kurt gave him a disbelieving look. "Just trust me and be on your guard this time okay?" he begged over the loud roar of voices in the hallway. "I won't be able to save you next time." he mentally cursed himself for saying his previous statment when Kurt frowned and tore his arm away from his hand.

"I don't need to be rescued, believe it or not I can take care of myself!" Kurt hissed before walking back to Jeff. The nerve of the wolf thinking he needed to be looked after like some naughty child!

Dave shook his head before walking to his own friends and family. He couldn't really blame Kurt for getting a little upset since the fledgling hadn't read the book. How could he expect him to understand the danger that the other creatures and even he himself posed against him? Throwing another glance in Kurt's direction and frowning at the smug look Jeff gave him as he hugged the younger Fledgling, he sighed. He could only hope Kurt wouldn't be faced with what he had read about, then again knowing the way things worked out for the other he wouldn't be surprised if he was.

Jeff had dropped him off in front of his first class, of course before he had left he had to make a Jeff-Like scene of hugging and telling everyone in earshot if they so much as harmed a hair on his head that they were going to have to deal with him. Kurt had noticed with some amusement that a few fledglings paled a bit before scuttling away. Some looked at his blond cousin like he was crazy and other's just rolled their eyes while they gave a soft scoff.

When Jeff had finally pulled away from their fifth or sixth hug he had told him 'good luck', which he was still pondering as he waited with the rest of the fledglings in the hall who looked just as nervous as he felt. Of course he wasn't going to let it show so he held his head up, trying to remain calm as they waited for the door to open. He wondered if Jeff had been saying good luck because of Mr. Montgomery, his Fledgling 101 teacher. Was he strict and mean, or was he a nice teacher? Perhaps the blond had just been trying to freak him out a bit.

"Kurt!"

Kurt glanced down the hall, smiling when Andrew continued to walk towards him. The shorter boy waved eagerly, picking up his stride when Kurt waved back. "I didn't know you were my age?" he asked when Andrew was standing in front of him.

"Yup." Andrew said happily. "Well I'm about a year older but Alexander didn't want me coming to school until I could control myself a bit more." he explained with a shrug of his shoulders. "Nervous?" he whispered, clutching his backpack straps nervously as he stared at the tall wooden door that led to their first classroom.

Kurt smiled again and shook his head slightly. "Maybe." he finally said in a quiet voice. He wasn't really that comfortable with admitting it but Andrew was family after all, he figured he should at least be honest with one of them today. Besides the poor boy looked like he was about vomit with the way he was still staring at the door. "Hey." Kurt said softly, reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder. "It'll be okay."

Andrew smiled in return before taking a deep breath. "Y-yeah. You're right." he said, finally turning his gaze back to Kurt. "You think the teacher will let us sit anywhere we want?" he asked. "I mean, I really want to sit by you if it's okay?" he said hopefully.

Kurt nodded. "Sure, you're the only person I know out of our age group, at least in vampires." he said before looking around at the rest of the crowd. He was slightly thankful that there were no Wolves in his class, mainly because he was still sore about what Dave had told him earlier. Andrew must of seen the frown that fell upon his lips because the shorter Asian quickly grabbed his hand, giving it a soft squeeze.

"You alright?" Andrew asked, standing on his tiptoes to press a kiss to Kurt's forehead. He smiled when Kurt purred in return.

"Yes." Kurt said, giving the other fledgling a grateful look. If there was only a few positive things about being turned it would have to be Blaine and his new found family. It seemed like they were all caring towards him even though he didn't even know them, something of which he never had as a human. Sure his dad was always there and Carole and Finn had begun to show him the same affection, but it wasn't like the way this new family treated him.

The hallway suddenly quieted as the door swung open, revealing Mr. Montgomery in the doorway, a smile gracing his face. "Well what are you all waiting for?" he asked before turning on his heel to enter his classroom once more. There was no movement for a moment and Kurt noticed all the other fledglings were a bit frightened of walking in. He took a deep breath before grabbing Andrew's hand to pull him inside with him.

"Take a seat anywhere." Mr. Montgomery called out with a wave of his hand, his back facing the other fledglings as they began to file in behind Kurt and Andrew. The voice and face had seemed so familiar to Kurt and he to take a few moments to pick through his memory as he and Andrew took a seat at the front table in the room. When the teacher turned towards him again Kurt finally realized who it was. It was one of Blaine's friends, Wes he believed. He had only ever heard good things about the Asian so he smiled when he and Wes made eye contact, surprised when the vampire actually smiled back.

"Sit, sit." Wes said, gesturing towards the empty tables when a few fledglings seemed too frightened of him to do so. "We have no time for such silly fear. I will not hurt you because I am a teacher at this school. It's in my contract to behave." he said, an exasperated sigh leaving him when a few fledglings whimpered and took a few steps back.

Kurt watched as Wes slowly walked towards the other fledglings before looking around the room like the rest of the seated fledglings were doing. It was pretty boring with its black and white color scheme. No posters on the walls and no windows were opened so looking outside was out. In fact the only splash of color that stood out in the room was a little yellow bird that fluttered across the room. Kurt smiled as he watched it fly back to the desk in the front of the room, landing on a wooden peg that had been screwed into the top of it.

"They get more frightened every year, Wesley must be getting scarier."

Kurt blinked and looked around the room, seeing Mr. Montgomery still trying to coax a few students to their seats. No one seemed to be talking besides the vampire so he turned back around in his seat to watch the little bird again. Maybe someone had whispered.

"Will he never learn?"

Kurt's brow furrowed slightly as he glanced at Andrew who was inspecting the wood on top of the desk as he traced his finger across the pattern. So he wasn't talking either. He knew there were no werewolves in this class so who was talking? He turned in his seat again, watching as Wes walked back to the front of the room. He didn't turn back in his seat though, determined to catch the person whispering so he could at least place the voice with a face.

"Mr. Hummel, would you please turn right in your seat?"

Kurt quickly turned around, his face flushed. "Sorry, Sir." he whispered, calming when Wes gave him an encouraging smile.

"No harm done, after all its hard for all of you to concentrate on one thing at a time." Wes said before walking to the marker board on the back wall behind his desk. "Now we will begin today's lecture with introductions and the classroom rules, much like your old human schools." he said, taking the cap of his marker off. The marker, as all the fledglings soon discovered was a bright red which drew all of their attention since it was the only colored thing in the room. Well besides the little bird who seemed to twitter in disdain.

"The same thing every year, good lord man. I bet you have your underpants labeled by color and marked for the day of the week."

Kurt couldn't help the small snort of laughter that left him, causing Wes to turn around to look at him. He looked away from Wes's gaze, shoulders tensing when the vampire cleared his throat.

"Mind sharing what's so funny, Mr. Hummel?" Wes asked, crossing his arms across his chest.

"Well, you didn't hear the person who…" Kurt trailed off when Wes lifted an eyebrow. "Never mind, Sir. Sorry."

Wes nodded before turning back to the board to continue writing, the squeakiness of the marker causing some of the fledglings to tilt their heads slightly at the odd noise.

Kurt was pretty sure his face was a bright red now since it felt like it was about to burn off. He felt Andrew pat his knee under the desk and calmed slightly. How had Wes not heard the person talking though? Even if it was a whisper Kurt could hear it clear as day, so why hadn't the older vampire?

"Wait a second, you can hear me?"

Kurt's head whipped around as he tried to find the annoying person who was talking. If anything he was going to tell them to shut up because they were really distracting.

"Well, this is interesting."

Kurt held in a sigh of frustration as he tried to focus on the board again, but his focus was shot when the bright yellow bird jumped from its perch to fly towards him. It laded gracefully on his desk, craning its neck to look up at his face. Was this bird checking him out or was this normal behavior for this type of animal? He heard Wes talking again but couldn't concentrate when the bird kept staring at him.

"I knew I felt you enter the school a few weeks ago, I just never expected you would be this young."

Okay, this was getting really creepy. Why was he the only person hearing the other person speak and why on earth was this bird still staring at him?

"You have no idea what you are do you? Look down here, I'm the one talking to you."

Kurt blinked before looking down at the little bird who cocked his head in return. No. Way. There was no way he was talking to a bird! He lifted his head again, waving his hands at the bird trying to shoo it away. The bird twittered angrily but didn't fly away.

"Look here, you can't wave me away like some dog!"

Oh god, he was hearing a bird! What was he going to do now that he could hear wolves and birds? Could he hear all animals because the thought of hearing squirls didn't really appeal to him. He looked back to the bird after taking a small breath of air.

"Well at least I got your attention, will you talk to me now?"

Kurt raised his eyebrows at the bird, shaking his head slightly. There was no way he was going to start talking to a bird in the middle of a lecture he was supposed to be paying attention to. Oh great, he was supposed to be worried about people seeing him talking to animals, not that it would intterupt Wes's class. What was the matter with him?

"Silly boy, just think what you want to say and look at me."

Kurt licked his bottom lip nervously before he nodded. "Um, hello?"

"Not so hard is it?"

Kurt gripped the edge of the desk in surprise when the bird answered back. So it could really hear him too? He focused on the bird again. "I don't understand how I'm doing this…"

"You don't have to, its comes naturaly to you."

"Why didn't you explain yourself before I got caught by Wes?"

"Well I couldn't hear your thoughts then. I can only hear them now because you established a link with me."

Kurt sat back in his seat, a little relieved. If the bird couldn't hear him think whenever he wanted then that meant he was still able to protect his thoughts. He leaned forward again. "Are all birds as smart as you?"

"I'm a little offended that you think I'm a normal bird. I'll let it slide since you seem to have no idea what's going on. My name is Pavaorrtti by the way."

Kurt nodded slightly, jumping when Wes seemed to appear out of no where. He looked up to the vampire with wide eyes. "M-Mr. Montgomery-"

Wes stiffened as he noticed Kurt's eyes glowing. He glanced at the bird and watched it fly to sit on Kurt's shoulder, gently rubbing his beak against the fledglings pale ear. "I think my bird likes you…" he said quietly, lifting a brow when Pavarotti tweeted at him.

"How many times do I have to tell you I don't belong to you, and my name is Pavarotti. PAV-A-ROTTI! Stop calling me bird!"

"Pavarotti, Sir." Kurt said quietly, smiling when the little bird trilled happily.

"Excuse me?" Wes asked in surprise.

"His name, it's Pavarotti isn't it?" Kurt asked, reaching up to pat the little bird on the head.

"How did you know that?" Wes asked quickly, glancing from the bird to Kurt.

"I…um…" Kurt trailed off, ignoring the way Pavarotti seemed to huff towards his teacher. "I guessed." Kurt finally said, giving Wes a shy smile. "I guess I got lucky."

"Extremely lucky." Wes said before nodding and walking back to his desk. "Now before Mr. Hummel began playing with…Pavarotti, I believe we were discussing homework?"

The hour passed way too fast in Wes's opinion. He had continued to watch Kurt stare and smile at Pavarotti throughout his lecture, knowing that they must of linked. Did Blaine know and that was why the rest of the warblers were gathering at Dalton at the end of the week, or was the meeting for something else entirely? Well whatever it was for he was sure Kurt was going to be a part of it. When the bell had wrung Kurt had stayed behind, claiming the bird really seemed to like him. Of course he had let Pavarotti leave considering he had never owned the powerful creature in the first place. He had only been its keeper until he had found the right Natrualist. So after he had watched Kurt and Pavarotti turn the corner he locked his classroom door to go find Blaine.

"So let me get this straight. You're not a normal bird?"

"For the last time, no. This is my smaller form."

Kurt hummed in thought, smilling when Pavarotti landed on his shoulder as he continued to walk. "I still don't understand how I can hear and talk to you…"

"Well you seem smart, I'm sure you'll figure it out."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "You're a lot of help." he thought sarcastically with a little sigh. "So you won't tell me what I am?"

"Half the fun of the whole process is figuring out who you are so of course not. I will however be around from now on."

"What, why?" Kurt asked confusedly, frowning when the bird didn't answer him. "Pavarotti?"

"Run."

Kurt stopped in the middle of the hall. "Huh?"

"I said run!"

"But wh-"

"So this is where you've been?" a voice growled from behind him.

Kurt turned around quickly, Pavarotti flying from his shoulder to tweet at the newcomer angrily.

"W-Who are you?" Kurt asked, knowing from the first glace that the man was a wolf. He didn't know how old he was but he did notice how his large bulky frame was trembling.

"KURT RUN!"

Kurt whimpered but did as the bird told him, Pavarotti flying next to him as he ran down the hall.

"Mmm, I always love a good chase." the wolf chuckled, running after the fledgling with bloodshot eyes.