"You know nothing." Blaine growled, frowning as Jeremiah only laughed again. "Why do you insist on running your mouth like a fool?" He slowly released some of the pressure upon Jeremiah's neck, frowning when the blond smiled once again.

"Are you this rough with him?" Jeremiah wheezed, squeezing his eyes shut when he was pulled away from the wall only to be slammed against it once again. He heard the bricks crunching beneath his back and the low growl he knew he should be terrified of that Blaine was giving. "Oh, that's right, you haven't claimed his tight ass yet."

"You idiot." Blaine mumbled, closing his eyes as he tried to reign in his temper. Slowly he released his hold around the blonds neck, ignoring the soft groan the other vampire gave. Opening his eyes he was slightly surprised to see Jeremiah still against the wall, clear green eyes focused on his own face. "So you know, of course, that you can't tell anyone."

"Of course." Jeremiah growled. "Can't have anyone taking your precious doll away." He braced himself after the words left his mouth, waiting for whatever the older vampire would dish out for him yet again harping on the other's fledgling. When hands didn't grab onto him to throw him yet again into the already damaged wall he grew suspicious. "What's the matter old man?"

"You claim to hate him so much, yet you go and save him from a wolf." Blaine said quietly, watching Jeremiah's face closely. "Why?"

Jeremiah snarled before standing up from the wall, dusting his shirt and pants off as he stood in front of his creator. "You think you have it all figured out, then I go and fuck up your sense of control." he said, glancing towards the shorter vampire once again. "How do you know I didn't do it just for that?"

"You may be difficult, condescending, and an all around ass, but you would never save someone for the hell of it." Blaine began, watching as Jeremiah ran his hand through his hair to release the pieces of brick that had tangled within it.

Jeremiah was quiet for a moment before he spoke. "I may have lead him outside, and sure, I did enjoy the mental image of doll face being ripped to shreds by hunters," he said quietly. "But I never considered there would actually be any in Westerville, Blaine." Another moment of silence fell between them before he spoke once again. "I do regret my actions, though no one would believe me if I said so."

"You're right." Blaine said with a small nod, still watching the different emotions play out on Jeremiah's normally expressionless face.

"I just...it was only meant to scare the living shit out of both of you." Jeremiah admitted in a quiet voice, shaking his head slightly. "Everyone already thinks I killed Jace, why not add to to it?"

Blaine couldn't keep the growl from escaping his throat. "You say that every time, but how are we to believe you?"

"He was supposed to be mine!" Jeremiah yelled, glaring at Blaine before slamming his fist into the desk nearest to him. "Why would I ever kill someone that I loved?"

"You were jealous! He didn't pick you!" Blaine snapped in return, watching as the younger vampire smashed his fist into another desk. "You killed him because you couldn't have him for yourself!"

"Bullshit!" Jeremiah growled. "I loved him, Blaine, the only reason he ever picked you to turn him was because I couldn't!"

"Why is that, Jeremiah?" Blaine hissed, eyes narrowing as he readied himself for the other to attack.

"Don't start." Jeremiah said, glancing away as his cheeks suddenly grew hot. "It wasn't..."

"It was your fault." Blaine interrupted quickly, shaking his head when another soft growl left the blond. "If you would have grown up, would have practiced how to control your feeding instead of relying on me to continue to let you take from me, you would have had him!"

"You should have stopped me, pushed me away!" Jeremiah yelled, turning his face towards Blaine.

"I tried!" Blaine yelled back. "You wouldn't have it, you stubborn thing!" he was shouting now, but he found himself not caring as he continued. "If I didn't feed you, you would starve yourself until I relented!"

"I..." Jeremiah trailed off, shaking his head as he tried to think of another argument to use.

"No." Blaine said, voice low and dangerous again. "Don't make excuses, not now." he sighed, looking past Jeremiah to see the damage he had inflicted upon his classroom wall before continuing. "Jeremiah, it was your fault he chose me in the end and you know it."

"Why didn't you just let me starve?" Jeremiah screamed, not paying attention to the door that was slowly pushed open a moment after.

"Because you are still mine, you always will be!" Blaine yelled back, shaking his head as Alexander let out an amused chuckle from where he stood in the doorway. "I couldn't just let you die, you idiot!"

"Funny, considering you almost killed me yourself the other night." Jeremiah said softly, tensing when another growl left the older vampire.

"You know I wasn't in the right frame of mind, Jeremiah." Blaine whispered, glancing towards Alexander when he heard the door shut behind him.

"Blaine is right, even older vampires have problems controlling their instincts at times." Alexander said smoothly, folding his hands behind his back as he glanced between the two and the crumbling wall. "This poor classroom sees so much violence..." he said with a soft sigh.

"You were lucky Kurt was there, or I would have ripped your head off." Blaine said, taking a calming breath as he tried to cool his temper once again.

"Oh yes, so thankful." Jeremiah scoffed before looking at Alexander. "To what do we owe the honor of the great Alexander gracing us with his presence?" he said snidely, rolling his eyes when the older vampire sighed.

"Blaine may let you walk over him, Jeremiah," Alexander said quietly. "But don't make the same mistake with me, boy." he warned before looking towards his own creation. "I'm guessing Jeremiah has realized what Kurt is by now, yes?"

"Unfortunately." Blaine answered, shooting another dark look towards the younger vampire.

"Then, Jeremiah, you understand that you can't utter a word about this?" Alexander asked, watching the vampire in question closely. When the other made no indication to respond, he sighed and shook his head. "Fine, you say anything and I'll be the one you will have to face, considering Blaine can't be firm with his own fledglings when they need it."

"Don't worry, Kurt's precious little secret is safe with me, no matter how badly it makes my stomach turn." Jeremiah muttered, watching Blaine from the corner of his eye as the shorter man gave his own creator a dark glare.

"What is it that you need?" Blaine asked impatiently. He had a class coming in a few minutes and he had a few desks to replace, thanks to Jeremiah. Also, he couldn't help the agitation building as Alexander stood in front of him, the other's earlier comment about him not being able to handle his own creations rubbing him the wrong way.

"I'm afraid the journal is missing." Alexander said softly, ignoring the words Jeremiah was now mumbling underneath his breath.

Blaine's eyes widened before he shook his head in disbelief. "How? Dustin was the one keeping it this decade, wasn't he?" he asked, knowing the wolf was very serious when it came to anything related to a Naturalist.

"He was, and I'm afraid he suspects that one of his pack members took it without knowing it's importance." Alexander said, glancing towards the door when he heard feet tapping against the marbled floor. "He thinks a pup might have taken it to read. He is scouring his mansion as we speak, but so far he hasn't had any luck."

"How could he just leave it unguarded like that?" Blaine growled, reaching up to run a hand through his un-gelled curls. He hadn't had time that evening to apply his normal hair product since he had been trying to convince Kurt not to go to classes that night. "I thought he kept it in a restricted section of his library?"

"All we can do is hope we find it. Without it, Kurt will have to give his own-" Alexander began, raising an eyebrow when Blaine interrupted him.

"I know." Blaine said quickly, glancing to Jeremiah when the young vampire sighed. He looked towards Alexander again before nodding. "I suppose you are going to help him?"

"Of course, along with Elizabeth." Alexander said, walking to the door as the whispering students began to grow restless while they waited to enter.

"I'll help." Jeremiah said before falling in line behind the older vampire.

"Don't tell me you actually care if Kurt has to-"

"Please. Just let me do this." Jeremiah cut the older vampire off, giving Blaine a hopeful look. When Blaine nodded in return Alexander finally relented, leading them out of the door and past the group of students who were staring at them with curious expressions.

Blaine sighed, rubbing the back of his neck before walking towards the door of his classroom. "Come on in." he said, putting on a happy face as his students walked into the room. If they couldn't find the journal...no, he wouldn't think about it. They would find it, they just had to.

"I was really looking forward to Elizabeth's class, though." Kurt mumbled as he, Andrew, and even Jeff stood outside of the classroom that held their Fashion Throughout The Ages class.

"It's odd for her to miss a class." Jeff said, rolling his eyes when Andrew shot him an annoyed look.

"I don't even understand why you would take this class if you wouldn't listen to us earlier." Andrew pointed out, turning his narrowed eyes on the little yellow bird that kept flying back and forth above their heads.

"Well, I needed an extra elective because Nick had taken on another class, and I saw that Kurt was in this, so..." Jeff said, shrugging his shoulders when Kurt smiled towards him.

"It says for us to go to study hall or the rec hall..." Kurt trailed off as he read the rest of the note that had been taped to the door to himself. "Dalton has a rec hall?" he asked, frowning when Jeff and Andrew laughed quietly.

"Kurt, Dalton has all sorts of rooms and secret places." Andrew said, reaching out to take the taller teen's hand as he and Jeff began to lead their youngest cousin down the hallway.

"Yup, I found a room that held all these cool samurai swords and armor once." Jeff said excitedly, looping his arm through Kurt's as they continued to walk.

"Of course, of all the things you could have found in this huge place, you find swords." Andrew said with a sigh, rolling his eyes when a soft whine left the blond.

"Hey, it was cool!" Jeff defended, before frowning. "I forgot where it was though. Nick was so mad that I had walked off that he wouldn't let me out of our suite for a few days." he said, grinning when Kurt shot him an amused look. "I couldn't remember which hallway it was down after that."

"Couldn't I go back to my and Blaine's suite this period if I wanted?" Kurt asked curiously, smiling when both Jeff and Nick nodded.

"Don't you want to hang out though?" Jeff asked sadly, turning his head to place a gentle kiss on Kurt's cheek. "We haven't been able to do anything together in ages."

"Jeff, its only been like three days." Kurt said with a little laugh, smiling when Andrew's hand tightened around his own.

"Well, I haven't been able to spend time with you at all, so..." Andrew mumbled before sighing. "Do you have to work on something?"

Kurt thought for a moment, knowing he really didn't want to lie to the other two, but he couldn't miss his chance to read the book Dave had given him. Blaine would be teaching a class and he was the only other person with a key to their rooms, so he would be able to read in peace. "I do." he said, giving an apologetic smile to both of them. He pulled away from them, turning to walk backwards so that he could face them as he spoke. "Why don't you two ask Nick and Alexander if you can come over after classes end?" he asked. "We could watch a movie or something."

Jeff's face brightened at the idea, but before he could say what he wanted to watch Andrew sent him a knowing look. "No Power Rangers?" he asked sadly.

"Good god, no." Andrew answered before turning his attention back to Kurt. "That sounds like fun." he said, eyes widening as a blur of movement suddenly appeared behind the taller fledgling. "Kurt look ou-"

"Watch out!" Dave yelled as he and the other wolf he was currently wrestling with barreled into the people in front of them. He heard familiar voices yelling at him and what sounded like an angry bird squawking above his head.

"Get off of him, you mongrel!" Andrew hissed, pushing against the large male along with Jeff as the two wolves continued to flatten a whimpering Kurt against the floor. "Hang on, Kurt!"

"Wait, Kurt?" Dave asked, quickly jumping back and pulling the other werewolf with him as he did. "Oh shit, I'm sorry." he said before slamming the person he was currently holding by the neck to the floor. "I didn't know it was him!" he said defensively when the other two fledglings gave him murderous looks, ignoring the strangled yelp the other wolf gave when he sat on top of him.

Kurt blinked as he was hauled up by his arms, trying to get his bearings back as his vision swirled in front of his eyes. "W-What happened?" he asked in a soft voice, leaning against Jeff as his world continued to spin.

"Your so-called 'friend' decided he was going to run right over you." Jeff said, still glaring at the wolf as he rubbed comforting circles into Kurt's lower back.

"Are you alright?" Andrew asked, reaching up to push Kurt's bangs from his eyes. "I think you hit your head pretty hard." he said softly, gently massaging the younger fledgling's temples.

"I'm okay." Kurt said, standing up on his own and pushing the blond away as he regained his balance. He felt Pavarotti land on his shoulder and sighed once he felt the familiar nudge of the bird's small beak against his cheek.

"Just can't catch a break, can you blood boy?"

"Doesn't look like it." Kurt answered grumpily, reaching across his chest to adjust the strap of his bag. He blinked in confusion when he noticed the reason why it felt out of place was because it wasn't even there. He looked around the hall, sighing as he noticed his bag had been flung across the hallway, all his things scattered across the floor. "Great." he mumbled, looking towards Dave when another high pitched yelp left the smaller wolf.

"Please, Dave!" the other wolf begged. "I didn't...I swear I won't do it again, just let me go!"

"You think I can forgive you?" Dave growled, ignoring the loud whimpering the other gave in return.

"Dave, what did he do exactly?" Kurt asked, not paying attention to the soft groan the other two fledglings gave.

"This isn't any of our business." Andrew pointed out, gently taking Kurt's hand in his again. "Let's just leave them to their own thing."

"I agree with Andrew." Jeff said, groaning loudly as he realized what had just come out of his mouth. "Never thought I would say that..."

Kurt ignored them, crossing his arms as he waited for a guilty looking Dave to explain himself. "Well?" he pressed when the other still hadn't answered him.

"I told him he wasn't good enough to be the leader's pup, but I said I was sorry!" the unknown wolf cried out, giving Kurt a hopeful look and shivering from the growl Dave gave.

"Really?" Kurt asked with a sigh. "Dave let him go."

"Bu-"

"Dave, he said he was sorry." Kurt said said impatiently. "Let him go." he said, waving his hand in the air as he waited for the wolf to do so.

Dave's face twitched slightly before he sighed and stood up. The other wolf gave Kurt a brief look of gratitude before running down the hall as fast as his legs would carry him. "I hope you're happy." Dave grumbled, noticing all of the papers and books that were scattered about finally. "And sorry for kind of...mauling you down like that." he said, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.

"I swear, every wolf I meet is less intelligent than the last." Jeff mumbled, Andrew nodding along with him until Kurt sent them a disapproving look. When their younger cousin turned away from them they both shared confused looks before helping to gather the other's things.

"Well, at least I know who will be the wolf..."

Kurt sighed as Pavarotti spoke, wondering if he should even question what he was talking about since the bird never seemed to want to give him any information. So instead of asking he just continued to pick up his things, thankful the other three were helping him. "Thanks." he told them, kneeling down to gather the papers that were splayed out on the other side of the hall. His eyes widened when he saw the Naturalist book opened a few inches away, his hands quickly releasing the stack of papers he was holding to reach for it.

Andrew was reaching for the book next to him when Kurt's hand touched it first. He turned his head to smile at Kurt, jaw dropping when he saw the younger fledgling's eyes glowing brightly. He glanced back at the book, watching as the hand written font continued to glow as well. "Kurt...you can't be a..." he began, quickly silenced by Dave's loud curse and Jeff's soft gasp.

"You are NOT supposed to have that!" Pavarotti said in a panicked tone. "Put it in your bag, hurry now!" he urged, landing on the floor next to the open book and flapping his wings impatiently.

Kurt bit his bottom lip worriedly, quickly picking up the book and snapping it shut before stuffing it in his bag. He looked towards the older fledglings, guilt and worry crawling up his spine at the same time while they stared at him with wide eyes. "I...I can explain."

"I hope you can." Andrew said, standing up quickly once he and Jeff had grabbed the rest of the papers. "Judging by the dog's reaction, he already knew." he snapped, growling when Dave held out his hand to help Kurt up.

"I just can't...how can he...?" Jeff sputtered, confused, as he looked into Kurt's eyes which were slowly dimming from their glowing state.

"Dave...I didn't mean to..." Kurt said, looking down as the wolf patted his back.

"It doesn't matter, they know now." Dave said with a sigh. "Besides, it's sort of my fault too, you know?" he added.

"I think you need to tell us what's going on." Andrew said, Jeff nodding along with him.

"I will." Kurt said after he had received a nod from the Werewolf at his side. "Come on, I'll explain in my rooms." he said before leading the three down the hall, clutching his bag to his chest nervously.

"You've got A LOT of explaining to do."

"So do you."