"It's sweet that you're worried about me, blood boy, but I've been doing this ages before you were born. I think I can handle myself." Pavarotti said before flying to land on Kurt's shoulder. "Considering the night you've had though, I'll stop for now to give you a break." he said before rubbing his beak against Kurt's cheek, trilling happily when a small laugh left the Naturalist.

"Thanks for the consideration." Seeing the mixture of humans, werewolves, and fledglings outside of Blaine's door confused him for a moment until he remembered Blaine telling him that History was one of the few classes that was taught at the same pace to all the humans and were-creatures. The humans were in a group to themselves like the werewolves were, but they were being far more annoying with the obnoxious giggles and the flirty winks they kept sending towards the vampires.

The werewolves were talking quietly amongst themselves, occasionally looking up to check their surroundings. The vampires were either purring contentedly while they talked to one another or just leaning against the wall, eyeing the wolves cautiously. Of course there had to be 'clicks' at a school that housed so many different people. He had already decided to be one of the brooding type of vampires and lean against the wall with the others since he had no desire what-so-ever to be near a werewolf when he heard a familiar voice call out to him.

"Kurt!" Dave called out, waving his hand towards the vampire. "See guys, this is guy that's pretty cool." he told his friends, frowning when a few snorted in disbelief.

"Like any of those bloodsuckers could be worth anything more than a casual fu-" but he stopped talking quickly when Dave grabbed the front of his shirt, a menacing growl leaving his throat.

"What were you saying?" Dave snapped, calming down once the weaker wolf rolled his head to the side to expose his neck in submission.

"N-nothing." the shorter wolf answered quietly, relieved when his shirt was released and watched with the rest of the group as Dave left to walk up to the vampire he had been waving to just moments before.

Kurt had watched the exchange with curiosity along with the others waiting in the hall since the loud growl had bounced off the hall walls. He blinked when Dave began walking towards him, tensing when the wolf got closer. Would he attack him too? "Hey." he said quietly when the wolf had gotten close enough.

"Hey, how was you-" Something smelled off about Kurt. He had a different, but familiar scent on him. He got closer, leaning down to sniff at the fledglings neck even as the other gave a sound of protest with the little bird tweeting angrily along with him.

"What?" Kurt hissed, trying to push the wolf away, but of course that was like trying to push a wall instead. "Dave, stop!" he snapped, sighing slightly when the wolf finally pulled back.

"You smell like one of my pack is all." Dave said, head tilting to the side. "Though I don't know why you would hang around with the guy, he's a dick." he said, adopting a confused look when Kurt tensed. "You okay?"

"You can smell him?" he asked, raising his hand up to his neck where the wolf had licked him. He looked up to Dave, whining when the wolf nodded.

"Like I said, glad I'm not missing the look on Blaine's face." Pavarotti said smugly, hopping from side to side on Kurt's shoulder.

Kurt glared at the floor, his cheeks flushed. "Shut up, Pavarotti. You're not helping at the moment." He looked back up to Dave hopefully. "Can I make the smell go away somehow?"

"Well normally you would have to shower or get your vampire to do that for you, but I could…" Dave trailed off, looking away nervously.

Kurt sighed, shaking his head. "Look, lets just say I should of listened to you about the whole were thing okay?" he began, checking the large walk on the all. Great, two minutes before the door opened. "But I really don't want Blaine knowing I got hurt so ple-"

"That bastard hurt you?" Dave growled, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.

Kurt sighed, raising his hand and snapping his fingers in front of Dave's face which only prompted another growl, but at least it was out of annoyance and his attention was back. "Focus. Look, I'll explain later okay, I just really need you to get rid of that smell." he said, giving him wide pleading eyes which seemed to work because the wolf's shoulders finally relaxed from their tense state just moments after.

"Okay, but you won't like it." Dave warned, moving closer to him.

Kurt glanced at the clock again, shrugging. "I don't care as long as you- UGH!" he cried out when he felt the hot wet tongue slide across his neck. He pushed the wolf away, giving him an angry look. "What the hell was that?" he snapped, using his hand to wipe off the wet trail of saliva from his throat.

"I told you wouldn't like it." Dave said, grinning when the rest of the vampires in the hall shot Kurt a disgusted look.

"Ugh, well at least you smell like better dog than before."

Kurt sighed, shaking his head. "Pavarotti I swear if you do not stop-"

"Okay, okay, don't get your boxers in a twist." Pavarotti said, tweeting softly which sounded suspiciously close too a bird-like laugh to Kurt.

"How does licking me solve the problem?" Kurt asked, rolling his eyes when the wolf laughed.

"Well, he already knows we're friends so he won't think its odd for you to smell like me if we've been around each other." Dave said, glancing at the door as it opened.

"Oh."

"So eloquent."

"PAVAROTTI-"

"Okay! Really this time. Beak shut tight. I swear!" Pavarotti said before flying from Kurt's shoulder to soar into the empty classroom above Blaine's gelled head of curls.

"Come in." Blaine stated in a friendly voice, ignoring the swooning and sighs the humans gave in return.

Okay, now the humans were getting on HIS nerves. They were looking at places on the older vampire that only he was allowed to look at, thank you very much. He caught Blaine's eyes and smiled shyly before moving towards the door. He held in a laugh when the vampire bowed, allowing him entrance to his straight to the front before the humans could take the first table, he sat down and crossed his legs after setting his bag on the floor beside him. He ignored the glares the humans sent his way, a little surprised when Dave took the seat next to him. He sent him a questioning look but all the wolf did in return was grin sheepishly.

Unlike Mr. Montgomery's class, Blaine didn't have to gently coax the students to their seats. Apparently Blaine didn't let out the scary vibe Pavarotti had mentioned Wes having earlier that night. Speaking of the little yellow menace, he was currently hopping around on Blaine's desk. Kurt smiled as he watched his feathery friend pick up rubber bands and paperclips with his beak from little cups on Blaine's desk, only to throw them to the floor with a little tweet afterwards.

Kurt's attention was pulled back to the back of the room where Blaine was writing across the white board with a dark blue color. He had noticed throughout his classes that all the classrooms were devoid of colorful things, something that was the same with Blaine's as well. One of his teachers had said something like 'colors distract fledglings and were-creatures from learning', which was something that Kurt believed. In one of his classes a girl had pulled out a hot pink notebook which had drawn everyone's attention almost immediately, further proving the other teachers point.

"Now, History might have been different and boring in your old schools but how much truth was actually in those textbooks that the teachers force-fed you every year?" Blaine asked, ignoring the fact that Pavarotti was now throwing his pens to the floor as well. When no one answered his question he smiled before walking down the row Kurt was on, 'accidentally' brushing against Kurt's side, stopping when he noticed something odd.

Kurt's pants leg was awfully short even though his legs were crossed. Had he sent the wrong measurements to the company last week? He looked over Kurt who was looking back up at him with a small smile. He examined the pants a bit closer, noticing the wrinkles in the legs. Now a few would have been normal but the multiple folds was the final clue. Those weren't the ones he ordered for his fledgling. What had prompted the change?

Blaine moved on, continuing to talk even though he wanted to demand the answer to his question. He knew it would do nothing but fluster Kurt and himself in front of the other students, something of which neither of them wanted. " Did you know that humans continually change the text to make you believe what they want?" he asked as he turned down another row of tables, continuing his lecture.

Blaine kept his eyes trained on Kurt, only looking from him from time to time to check on his other students who were listening intently. He noticed the way Kurt's eyes drooped and the way he shifted in his seat uncomfortably, something which shouldn't be happening. He had made sure Kurt had fed that morning and had eaten a bit of normal food to keep him full and focused all night. There shouldn't be any reason the other was feeling so out of it. It was good thing the only thing the teen had next was P.E. since the class was mainly used to wear out hyper fledgling and Werewolves, but Kurt wouldn't be going. Not Tonight.

"I think he's catching on, blood boy." Pavarotti said as he landed on Kurt's desk, gently nipping on the Naturalist's slender fingers.

"You think, I didn't notice him acting any differently though…" Kurt thought, turning his head slightly. His eyes widened when he caught the vampire staring at him with a calculating look on his face. He looked away, noticing the glares the humans were sending him. He gave them a bored look before turning his head to face the board again, there was no need to get them all riled up. "Maybe you were right."

"I always am."

"Cocky little thing, aren't you?" Kurt asked, reaching up to rub at his tired eyes.

"Ah, ah. I'm not cockatoo enough."

Kurt stared down at the little bird with a raised eyebrow. He seriously didn't just say that did he? "Do you realize what you-"

"Did you get it? Cockatoo…cocky…?"

"Unfortunately, yes I did." Kurt thought with a roll of his eyes, leaning back in his seat as a tired sigh left his lips.

"Hmph, I'll just find someone else to appreciate my wit." Pavarotti said before jumping from Kurt and Dave's desk to fly towards Blaine's shoulder. He landed gracefully on the vampire's shoulder, disappointed when the other didn't acknowledge him. He did however notice the intense staring Blaine was doing toward Kurt. "Curly head knows something, Kurt."

"Great."

The dismissal bell rang, causing movement and voices to start sounding throughout the room. Blaine smiled as he watched some of the people stand quickly, hovering at the door nervously as they waited to be dismissed. "Remember your one page essay will be due on Wednesday. Have a good night." he called out, watching people file out. He saw Kurt stand up slowly, as if he were in slight pain. "Kurt, could you stay behind please?" he called out, walking back behind his desk to sit in his chair.

Dave elbowed Kurt in the side gently as he pulled his backpack straps over his shoulders. "Extra 'tutoring', huh?" he asked with a wink, grinning before he walked out.

Kurt frowned when he heard the classroom door shut behind the wolf and walked up to Blaine's desk. "You wanted to see me, Mr. Anderson?" he asked, a little smile lighting up his face when the vampire chuckled softly.

"Actually yes, mind telling me why you are wearing different pants than you were at the beginning of the night?" he asked, watching Kurt's face closely. He noticed a few expressions but didn't comment as he patiently waited for his fledgling to explain.

Pavarotti hopped around on Blaine's now (thanks to him of course) messy desk, looking up at Kurt as he tweeted. "Boy, you're going to get it now. You might as well tell the truth."

Blaine watched as Kurt bit his bottom lip, something he knew the fledgling only did when he was extremely nervous. "Kurt, you can tell me." he said softly when the teen still hadn't spoken.

"What do I tell him?"Kurt asked, shooting a pleading look at Pavarotti.

"I already told you." Pavarotti replied, turning to look up at Blaine. "He's probably just worried and he'll find out eventually."

Blaine noticed the slight glow Kurt's tired eyes gave but chose not to comment because he knew he and Pavarotti were talking with one another. He sat up straighter when Kurt finally looked at him again. "Kurt?" he prompted in a gentle voice.

"A wolf…he attacked me in the hallway earlier and he got my hip." Kurt finally whispered, pulling at the loose fabric on his right leg. "I had to change because I got blood all over my other pants…" he said in another soft whisper, looking away when Blaine quickly stood to walk in front of him. He felt Blaine's hand press against his hip and couldn't help the soft hiss of pain from leaking out.

"Why didn't you come straight to me?" Blaine growled, slowly picking Kurt up off his feet to bring him behind his desk to sit him atop his desk. He grasped Kurt's chin in his fingers gently, forcing the fledgling to look him in the eyes. "You promised me." he growled softly, looking over the thin teen to make sure Kurt wasn't hiding anything else.

"I didn't want you to pull me out of my classes, and I handled it fine by myself!" Kurt said quickly, ignoring the look Blaine gave in return.

"Kurt, that wolf could of killed you!" Blaine said quickly, placing his free hand on Kurt's shoulder. 'Don't you understand that?" he asked, moving his hand from the teen's chin to cup his cheek.

"But I'm still alive." Kurt said stubbornly, closing his eyes when Blaine pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. "Jeremiah saved me…" he added in a whisper.

"I had to get a stubborn one…" Pavarotti said as he flew on a random desk in the back.

Blaine paused in his kisses to look into Kurt's face. "Really?" he asked, reaching down to undo Kurt's belt.

"Y-yeah, what are you doing?" Kurt asked, quickly placing his hands on Blaine's, trying to push them away.

"Calm down, I just want to make sure it healed correctly." Blaine reassured his fledgling before pushing the fabric of the pants down his hip gently, growling when he saw the blood stained boxers. He pushed them down as well, noticing the reddened skin. "At least its healing nicely." he mumbled, pulling Kurt's pants and boxers up again.

When Blaine began to talk Kurt couldn't concentrate as Blaine's fingers continued to gently stroke the sensitive skin on his hip. He wasn't sure why but each time he felt them graze against the sore flesh a slight shiver would roll across his body. Looking up he noticed the way Blaine's lips moved, causing him to lick his own. How long had it been since he had really kissed him anyways.

"Well, this certainly is a pleasant change in scenery! Don't mind me in the back!" Pavarotti tweeted happily, flying from desk to desk as he watched.

Blaine looked at Kurt in surprise when a loud purr began to come from the fledgling. He didn't see how what he was saying could make him do so, considering he was forcing Kurt to skip P.E. and rest in bed for the rest of the night. "Kurt what-" but he was cut off by the others eager mouth pressing against his and was even more surprised when a tongue slid across his bottom lip, begging for entrance. He opened his mouth with a soft moan, allowing Kurt to do as wished.

Why hadn't he been kissing Blaine like this earlier? Kurt moaned loudly as he explored the inside of the vampire's mouth, loving the taste that exploded across his tongue as he did so. He slowly wrapped his legs around Blaine's waist, pulling back from the other's mouth to gasp as he pressed the slight bulge in his pants against the vampire's. He felt fingers fist in his hair but found he didn't really care as he pressed himself against Blaine again, another moan leaving his throat. "Blaine." he whimpered, wrapping his arms around the older vampire's neck.

Blaine gently pushed Kurt back against his desk, pushing papers and trays to the floor as he stared down into the fledglings bright eyes. He began to plant kisses and gentle nips along Kurt's pale throat, loving the way he shivered beneath each one. "Kurt." he whispered, moving his hand to press against the other's obviously growing problem when a noise from the hall made him stop.

"Blaine, please!" Kurt begged in a soft growl, arching his back off the desk, trying to rub against the other vampire once more.

"Urges, you're having urges." Blaine stated softly before pulling back. He couldn't take Kurt like this, not somewhere like a classroom where it wouldn't mean anything. Kurt deserved better and he would be dammed to take his fledgling the same way Alexander had done with him. Another throaty growl came from Kurt causing Blaine to close his eyes and take a deep breath to calm himself. The fledgling wasn't making it any easier to resist him when he kept moaning and whimpering like that.

"Damn, right when it was getting good…" Pavarotti said before twittering once again.

Blaine walked over to the minirefridgerator he had in the corner of the room, pulling out a bottle of water before walking back to Kurt. "Kurt, baby." he said softly, sighing when Kurt only arched his hips again in return. Slowly he unscrewed the top of the water bottle off before he began to pour it all over Kurt, trying to hide the smile that formed on his face when the fledgling cried out in shock. When the bottle was empty Blaine quickly threw it in a trash can. "Kurt?" he asked, reaching down to wipe some of the water from the teen's face.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked confused, shivering when the a/c rolled across his wet clothes and skin. "I…what's going on?" he asked, his face flushing as he pressed his knees together in an attempt to hide the erection that was currently showing through his pants.

"Your urges have started." Blaine said, slowly helping Kurt to his feet. He eyed his wet desk for a moment before he grabbed the coat from the back of his chair to place on Kurt's shoulders.

Kurt groaned and looked at the floor in embaressment. Of course this would have to happen tonight of all nights! He heard Blaine's soft chuckle and closed his eyes as he felt Blaine's fingers grab his chin to lift it up.

"Do not be ashamed, Kurt." Blaine whispered, grabbing his own bag before taking the fledgling's hand. "It happens to us all in the beginning."

"Even you?" Kurt asked, walking behind Blaine and smiling when Blaine picked up his bag to carry it for him.

"Even me." Blaine said with a little nod, holding the door open for Pavarotti and Kurt to go through. "Come on, we can take the teachers elevator to avoid our current….conditions." he said with a little chuckle.

Once when they were in the elevator, Pavarotti resting on his shoulder once more he asked. "Where did it happen, you know your first urge?" Kurt asked, leaning his head against Blaine's shoulder as he clung to his arm. He still hated elevators.

"Alexander had taken me to a little social gathering and I had my first one I believe in the middle of it. I can't remember much because I was in a haze." Blaine paused, closing his eyes as he rested his cheek against Kurt's head. "I do know that's when Alexander took me for the first time."

Kurt frowned, his eyes opening as he thought. "You can't remember it?"

"No."

"That's why you stopped…" Kurt whispered, smiling when he felt Blaine's lips against the top of his head.

"I love you Kurt, I want your first time to be something you will remember and enjoy." Blaine said, leading Kurt out of the elevator when it finally dinged.

Kurt followed Blaine quietly, a smile on his face the whole. "I love you, too."

"He's a keeper. I knew I always liked him." Pavarotti said, flying into Blaine and Kurt's rooms above their heads to explore his new home.

"Forever."