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

Blaine shook his head as he marked through another misspelled word on one of the summer essays he had assigned his class before summer break. He wondered if it really was that hard to find a program with spell check since a lot of the human's papers had a few spelling mistakes. Though really he knew he had to keep in mind that almost all fledglings and young wolves had their creators look over their work before they turned it in.

So being the kind and 'cool' teacher that he was he didn't really let the spelling bring down their grade too much unless it looked like the student just didn't care. He didn't get many of those since most of the human parents paid a small fortune just to have their child attend Dalton each semester. Honestly he wondered how the humans even boarded here sometimes with the ridiculous prices, but the school board had set up the rate higher for humans for the very purpose of keeping a few of them away from the school at night.

The fledglings were normally fed enough before they attended their classes, but there was always a chance that one of them would snap and attack. Of course this was stated in the human's school contract, reminding their legal guardians that it was not the school or the fledgling's fault if that happened. It had only a happened a handful of times while he had taught here, which was pretty impressive if he said so himself considering he had been teaching for a very long time.

If his own little girl was still alive he would have never allowed her to come to such a dangerous place for image or the hopes that one of the vampires would favor her enough to turn her. The thought of his little Anna made him drop his pen and close his eyes, auburn curls and bright blue eyes flashing behind his lids. He hadn't thought of her in such a long time and was slightly surprised it still hurt to do so after so many years had passed.

"Blaine?"

Blaine opened his eyes as Wes's voice rang out through the silence of his empty classroom. His brow furrowed with confusion before he waved his friend in, wondering why he hadn't heard the other approach. Had he really been that out of it? He needed to watch himself more carefully. "Wes, what can I do for you?" he asked with a small smile, leaning back in the leather office chair he was sitting in behind his desk.

"Blaine you are aware you are one of my oldest friends, correct?" Wes asked, walking up to the front row of desks, leaning against them and crossing his arms as he looked into the other vampire's face.

Blaine's smile faltered slightly when he noticed the tone of voice his friend was using. "Of course, in fact I consider you and David to be the most trusted friends I have." he said quietly, crossing his legs as he waited for Wes to continue.

"Really?" Wes said before getting up and closing Blaine's classroom door before walking up to the other vampire's desk, leaning against it as he laid his palms on the surface. "Then why didn't you think it was necessary to tell at least one of us what Kurt was?" he growled, watching the surprised look that flitted across Blaine's face.

"What?" Blaine asked, trying for a confused tone of voice only to sigh when Wes lifted an eyebrow, obviously not buying his act. "I don't even know if he is, did Alexander tell you what he thought already?" he asked, reaching up to rub the back of his neck.

"No, I figured it out on my own." Wes said before standing up straight, his arms once again crossing across his chest.

"What?" Blaine asked, not having to fake the questioning tone this time.

"Pavarotti, I think he's chosen him." Wes said, a smile crossing his lips. "Who would of know that all of the Naturalists of your family line would be claimed by them."

Blaine shook his head before standing up, his chair sliding away from him and hitting the marker board behind him with a loud smack. "No, it can't be." he said, resisting the urge to run his fingers through his gelled hair. "Are you even sure they linked?"

Wes rolled his eyes before nodding. "Yes, he knew Pavarotti's name before I even explained him to the class and his eyes were glowing." he said, grinning when Blaine shook his head once more. "Are you going to try and tell me that he guessed it as well?" he asked, a soft chuckle leaving his throat as he remembered the weak lie the fledgling had given him earlier. When Blaine shot him another questioning look he continued. "When I saw him and Pavarotti staring at one another I went to get Pavarotti to leave Kurt alone because you know how that bird gets at times, anyways-"

Blaine growled softly when Wes was interrupted by the warning bell, but he didn't really worry since his door was shut. Students knew better than to open the door and just walk in so he waited for Wes to finish.

"Like I was saying." Wes began, reaching up to loosen his tie slightly. "When I asked him what he was doing with my bird he told me his name was Pavarotti." he continued, grinning when Blaine closed his eyes. "He told me he had guessed the name and if you haven't thought about it, that name is a bit hard to guess." he chuckled again when his friend began to rub his temples. "Also, Pavarotti has left my care to be with him."

At Wes's last statement Blaine's head snapped up to look at him in surprised. "I guess it's true then, if Pavarotti has chosen him." he whispered, shaking his head as Kurt came to his mind. "Wes you can't tell anyone, not even David." he said, lifting his head to give Wes a serious stare which was returned quickly.

"Blaine you have my word." the Asian said with a small nod of his head. "But tell me, is the warbler meeting a test for Kurt?" he asked, ignoring the quiet murmuring from behind the door as students began to gather behind the door. He knew his own students would be waiting outside of his classroom as well but he had to have an answer.

"Yes." Blaine said, smiling towards the other. "I suppose you got a letter?"

"Of course, I am one of the leaders." Wes said, lifting his chin in the air proudly.

"Of course." Blaine said with a tired laugh. "Thank you for your silence, Wes." he said as he began to lead the other vampire towards the door.

"Blaine, you know I would do anything for you." Wes said, shaking Blaine's hand when the shorter man held it out. "I suppose I'll see you at the meeting then?"

"Well, I would hope so." Blaine said with a chuckle, dropping Wes's hand before he opened the door. He watched as Wes easily made a path between the crowd of students. He smiled at his happy looking students before stepping to the side to let them in. After they had all found their seats he walked back to the front of the classroom to begin his beginning of the year speech, wishing it was the end of the day so the class that Kurt had with him would get their sooner.

He had been worried with Kurt out of his sight since he had turned that corner earlier that night, but now that he knew Pavarotti was with him who knew what could happen. Of course he wasn't going to rush out and gather his fledgling in his arms like he wanted to. Mainly because he knew Kurt wouldn't let that slide and the fact that he knew it would do nothing but cause more problems.

Since when had classes seemed so long?

Kurt didn't know how he had managed to pick the only hallway that was devoid of any people to walk down, but at the moment he was regretting it. He supposed anyone would if you had a werewolf chasing after you, then again maybe some vampires liked it? What did he know, he was only three weeks into the whole undead process.

"Kurt, jump to your left!"

Kurt did as Pavarotti said, having learned the last time what happened when he didn't listen to the little bird. He was glad he did because the wolf would of grabbed him if he hadn't. He continued to run down the hall, glancing from side to side as he tried to find another door or something that would lead him to another vampire. Nothing seemed to be popping up though and it caused slight panic to settle over him, especially when claws almost caught the back of his blazer.

"Pavarotti, what do I do?"

"Just keep running Kurt, we'll have to run into someone eventually." the little bird answered as he continued to fly along side the fledgling.

"I don't understand what he wants!" Kurt thought to the bird frantically, still looking for an open escape as he continued to dodge the wolfs hands.

"He's not in his right mind Kurt, his instincts are taking over because of your scent."

"Dave and Dustin didn't attack me like this!"

"They have much more control than this one does, you can't expect every wolf to be the same. They differ just as much as vam- KURT JUMP!" but his warning came too late.

Kurt cried out in pain when claws dug into his hip, causing him to tumble onto the hard marble floor. The wolf crawled over him, grinning as his eyes flashed from red to brown multiple times. A loud growl left the man, causing Kurt to shiver and push against his chest. "Leave me alone!" he yelled, his voice muffled when the werewolf's large meaty hand clamped over his mouth. His other clawed hand was still digging into Kurt's hip, actually slicing through the thick material of his pants to sink into his flesh.

"Oh, how I love the screams!" the wolf chuckled as he dug his claws even further into the fledgling's slim hip. "Mmm." he growled as the sweet scent of blood filled the air. "You smell so amazing."

"Shut up, you stupid dog!" Kurt cried out, beating against the broad chest above him. He was relieved when the pressure on his hip lessened, whimpering when he heard Pavarotti tweeting above his head. The little bird was currently flying back and forth in front of the wolf's face.

"Irritating thing!" the man growled one again, lifting the hand from Kurt's mouth to swat at the little bird. He finally made contact and caused Pavarotti to tumble through the air.

"Pavarotti!" Kurt cried out fearfully, gasping when the large wolf above him began to lick down his neck. "Stop!" he begged, still trying to push the man off.

Pavarotti continued to tweet angrily once he had righted himself, looking for anything to help the young fledgling writhing in pain on the floor. Something flashed under the hall light and caused Pavarotti to do a double take at the sight of the silver bracelet on Kurt's small wrist. He flew in front of the wolf's face again to gain Kurt's attention. "Kurt, your bracelet!"

Kurt's brow furrowed as he tried to make sense of what Pavarotti was telling him through the pain and panic. Then he finally remembered the gift Blaine had given him earlier that night.

With Blaine's instructions ringing through his ears he lifted his wrist to the wolf's face, gasping when the claws in his hip pulled out quickly. He quickly scooted out from underneath the wolf who was now whimpering and cradling his face in his hands as the spot where his bracelet had touched him sizzled.

"Hurry, Kurt!" Pavarotti urged, knowing the young wolf would only be distracted for so long.

Kurt quickly rose to his feet, crying out and falling back on his hands and knees when even more pain exploded in the deep wounds along his hip. "Pavarotti, I can't…"he whimpered, trying to stand again.

"Come on Kurt, you have to get up!" Pavarotti said as he landed beside Kurt, hopping on his feet as Kurt tried again only to fall back down.

"You little bitch!" the wolf yelled, stomping towards Kurt once more. His face was still red and splotchy where Kurt's bracelet had pressed against the skin on his left cheek.

Not knowing what else to do Kurt curled in on himself as Pavarotti continued to tweet at him, though the birds voice in his head seemed muffled and weak. He realized now he should of heeded Dave's warning earlier when he had told him to be cautious. Why was this wolf so different from Dave and Dustin?

"About time someone…."

Kurt didn't catch the last of Pavarotti's words as the wolf began to step closer, his footsteps loud and menacing to his ears. Was the wolf going to kill him? Could he kill him so easily since he was a vampire? He shivered as the other man laughed at his trembling form. "Please." he whispered, looking up to see the other staring down at him, actual drool slipping out from the corners of his mouth.

"After the little stunt you pulled, I don't think so-" but he was cut off by a fast blur of movement. Kurt blinked as a familiar smell filtered through the smell of his own blood which had pooled on the floor beneath him. Slowly he managed to sit up with a small wince, rubbing his eyes to clear his teary vision. He heard the wolf yelping and pleading with whatever vampire was messing with him. Kurt let his hands drop, only for his jaw to copy their action because the person standing in front of him was someone Kurt would of never expected to save him.

"Please Jeremiah, I swear I'll leave him alone!" the wolf whined, crying out when he received a hard kick to his stomach. "Please." he begged once again, shivering in fear as the vampire growled in return.

"Get out of my sight you disgusting dog." Jeremiah snapped, hissing when the dog looked up to his face. He stood up, hunched over and holding his stomach as he scurried away down the other end of the hall.

"Jeremiah?" Kurt asked in surprise, tensing when the vampire turned around to face him. His face wasn't the normal scowl he usually held and was instead replaced with a gentler look. Was that…worry?

"Figures you wouldn't even get passed the first day without doing something to gain attention." Jeremiah said with a sigh before squatting down in front of Kurt, his eyes glancing at the small pool of blood on the ground next to the fledgling. "He got you good…" he said gently, slowly reaching for the wound, stopping when Kurt tensed. "What?" he snapped, ignoring Pavarotti when the bird landed on his shoulder.

Kurt's eyes narrowed. "Well for one thing, you killed my phone!" he snapped back, shifting slightly so that he was putting less pressure on his hip. "And did you forget how you tried to get me killed?" he continued, reaching up to push pieces of his hair back in place. "Or did you conveniently forget Blaine almost killed you because of it?"

"You have a lot of attitude for someone who I just saved." Jeremeiah growled, glancing down at the wound again.

"Kurt, why are you in bitch mode?"

Kurt's head snapped up to Pavarotti when the bird's voice sounded in his head once more. "You don't know what he did to me!"

"No, but I do know he just saved your skinny ass, shouldn't you be grateful or are human teenagers no longer brought up to be respectful?" Pavarotti said, tilting his feathery head from side to side as he too inspected Kurt's wound.

Kurt scowled at the bird for a moment before turning his attention back to Jeremiah. "Why did you even save me?" he blurted, narrowing his eyes when the vampire frowned.

"No one, not even you deserves to be killed by such a creature." Jeremiah replied softly, closing his eyes a pained look crossed his face.

Kurt blinked in surprise at the unfamiliar expression etched into the vampire's face. If this was Jeremiah's views on werewolves, why had he sent Jace to his death that night? Could Nick be wrong, after all that was only his version of the story right? His mouth opened again, and the words tumbled out before he could stop them. "But Jace…?"

Jeremiah's expression quickly turned sour before he stood up straight. "You've been talking to Nick?" he spat, crossing his arms over his chest. "What other lies has he been spreading about me, hm?"

Kurt blushed but he continued to look up at Jeremiah. "So you didn't…?"

"No, but everyone else seems to think so, but how could I have done that to… him?" Jeremiah whispered before clearing his throat and shaking his head. "That was a full blooded wolf so I'm sure there is poison in your system." he continued, rolling his eyes when a panicked look crossed Kurt's pale face. "Don't worry your pretty little head, it'll be gone before you know it, just be careful." he said before turning on his heel to walk down the hall.

Kurt sat up a bit straighter when Pavarotti landed on his knee. "Please don't tell Blaine!" he called out, knowing the vampire would have a fit if he ever told him.

Jeremiah turned to face him again, a scowl set on his face. "Please, as if I would tell him so he can come scoop you up in his arms." he snorted, eyebrow raising when Kurt managed to stand on his feet again.

Kurt walked to the side of the hall, Pavarotti now riding on his shoulder as he leaned against the wall for support. "I still don't know why you saved me, I thought you hated me." he pointed out, blinking as his vision blurred slightly. He reached up to rub at his eyes, opening them again and gasping when he saw that Jeremiah now stood in front of him, mere inches from his face. He almost lost his balance but Jeremiah caught his arm, steadying him once more. The vampire's grip wasn't tight or demanding, it was surprisingly light and gentle. Kurt looked up into Jeremiah's eyes, deciding that maybe they had played a major factor in why Blaine had turned him. They were such a clear and bright color of green that it reminded Kurt of a spring meadow, and the fact that he could see his own face reflected in them awed him.

"If anyone is going to kill you, it's going to be me." Jeremiah growled, looking down at Kurt's hip once more. "You might want to get changed before another teacher notices." he said before letting go of Kurt's arm, turning to walk the other direction.

Kurt blinked and Jeremiah was already out of his sight. He sighed as he leaned against the wall, tentatively pressing a hand against his sore hip. He knew his flesh had already healed but the spot still throbbed with pain. At least he had comfort in knowing he was no longer bleeding. "I really, really, didn't want to have second guesses about you." he mumbled to himself, glancing to the side as Pavarotti twittered from his perch on his shoulder.

"Second guesses?"

"It's a long story." he said with a sigh, beginning to walk down the hallway, wincing each time his right hip shifted. "Do you know where any extra uniforms are kept?" he asked hopefully, knowing he couldn't go into his own closet because there was a good chance of running into Blaine.

"Of course, when you've been here as long as I have you pick up on a few things." Pavarotti said before jumping from Kurt's shoulder to fly in front of him. "Follow me, blood boy."

Kurt scoffed at the nickname but followed the little yellow bird as he flew down the hallway, knowing that Pavarotti did lazy loops and dives in the air to give him time to catch up and heal further. Once they had turned on another hall his hip was only mildly sore which made him grateful that healing abilities was a perk that came with the undead. His vision still blurred and he stumbled slightly which he guessed was the result of the 'poison' Jeremiah had mentioned before he left. "Pavarotti, what did he mean when he said full-blooded wolves?"

"Well, I'm assuming he means wolves that were born into their werewolf heritage. There is another kind called half-blooded wolves that are turned from a bite, they don't have poison under their claws like full-blooded ones do." Pavarotti explained, flying into a room at the end of the hall that had its door wide open.

Kurt followed the bird in, his mind reeling with thoughts of Jeremiah and werewolves. His concentration was blown though when he noticed the large amount of racks filled with uniforms in the middle of the room. Shoes lined the back wall on a tall shelf, ties resided on another wall along with belts and cufflinks. and white undershirts stood out from the last side of the room causing Kurt to smile slightly. "Uniform room?"

"Well, you aren't the only one who might need a change or two during classes." Pavarotti said mater-of-factly, landing on top of a rack. "There is a whole school of vampires and fledglings that could make a mess from feeding off donors."

"Right, and I just take one?" he asked, walking through the path of blazers and pants.

"Well they were free a few years ago when I last flew in here..." Pavarotti said, easily finding a size close to what he thought Kurt was. "Try these."

Kurt walked over to where Pavarotti was sitting and slowly unhooked the pants from the hanger, eyeing the size on the inside label. "They are a little big but I think my belt will hold them up." he mumbled, holding them against his waits to see how long they were. "They are a little short in the leg though, I hope Blaine doesn't notice…" he trailed off before walking into the little bathroom attached to the room to change.

"I'm glad I wont miss you trying to pull one over Blaine. That vampire has always been very observant when it's come to the wellbeing of his fledglings." Pavarotti said as he flew into the bathroom when anther student walked in, trying to find another blazer since the front of his was flooded in blood. "I wouldn't talk out loud anymore, someone joined us."

Kurt frowned as he listened to Pavarotti, but nodded when the little bird landed on top of the bathroom stall door. There was a small mirror that was hung on it, allowing him a chance to see the state of his hip. He frowned as he noticed his boxers also contained tears and blood, meaning he would have to figure out a way to hide them from Blaine. It wasn't like he wanted to deliberately lie to his creator but he knew if the other found out it would just get complicated. He was trying to prove that he could take care of himself anyways, so was one little attack worth his pride? Hell no.

Pushing his boxers down his hip he smiled as he noticed the skin was only slightly red now, but still hurt to the touch. He pulled his boxers back up and used the torn pants to wipe the rest of the blood from his body before stepping into the other pair of uniform pants he had grabbed. They were a little too big for him like he thought, but what could he expect when all his uniforms had been tailored to fit him only? Of course the free ones wouldn't have his exact size. Pulling his belt a bit tighter to make sure they stayed in place he was pleased to see that his ankle didn't show too much, hopefully Blaine didn't have an ankle fetish that he hadn't told him about.

Kurt checked the time on the wall of the bathroom as he stepped outside of the stall with his bloody pants in his hand, using the mirror over the sink to straighten his tie when he realized he only had five minutes to get to his next class. His thoughts went back to what Pavarotti had said earlier and he grinned slyly, thinking maybe he could finally solve the mystery of Blaine's age. "Hey Pavarotti, were you around before Blaine was turned?" he asked, making sure his hair was in place once more before leaving the restroom. He nodded to the other student that passed him on his way out, throwing his old pair of pants in the provided trashcan as he waited for the bird's answer.

"You bet, I saw him turn actually." Pavarotti said before twittering to a few students that passed in the hallway, flying to ride on Kurt's shoulder once more.

Okay, that was more than Kurt was expecting. "Really?" he couldn't imagine the little yellow bird actually living that long, then again Pavarotti had said he wasn't a normal bird. "So how old are you anyways?"

"Can't say, might give away what I am."

Kurt sighed and continued quickly down the hallway, purposely staying closer to the other fledglings in the hallway. Who knew when another random wolf would attack because they thought he smelled interesting. As that thought crossed his mind he began to think about the other werewolf and Jeremiah again, not really knowing what to think about his new friend either. A bird who talked, an attacking wolf, and an enemy saving him were only at the beginning of his night.

At least it couldn't get worse, right?

Kurt managed to get through his next four classes with little trouble. They were mostly core classes that he had taken at McKinley so they were fairly familiar to him. He would be taking the more interesting and complicated classes tomorrow, so he was slightly relieved that the little attack from earlier had happened that night and not on a more daunting one.

He was still sore and Pavarotti had reassured him it was the poison in his system that kept making him dizzy and tired. The bird had said it would be gone by the next time he fed, something he was fearing. What if Blaine figured out when he saw him? The other teachers hadn't seemed to notice with the way they had only smiled and nodded in his direction before they began to teach. Maybe his face didn't look as tired and worn out as he felt? He made a silent wish that Blaine would remain oblivious as well.

"You know, I was wondering why Blaine's spirit had been so high lately."

Kurt glanced to his side where Pavarotti was flying next to him, occasionally flying up to perform small circles in the air underneath the high ceiling. "What do you mean?"

"Well as you seem to know he lost Jace, and it really tore him up for a while." Pavarotti began as they made their way down the crowded hallway towards Blaine's classroom. "Alexander was starting to get really worried, but a good year ago he began to get better, I suppose we have you to thank?"

Kurt blushed, reaching up to scrub at his face so no one would see it. "I suppose so, we did meet about a year ago." Kurt smiled and waved at the were-panther he had met earlier that day, shaking his head when the girl waved towards her group of friends. He walked past them, ignoring the little pout the girl wore as he did.

He thought about Blaine for a moment before Pavarotti swooped down into a steep dive, lifting up at the last minute and making Kurt bite his lip nervously.

-continued-