Upon further reflection, Kurt decided that the first Massive Fucking Hint That Blaine Anderson Had Been Turned Into A Werewolf was when he’d been going down on his boyfriend during one of the rare, but wonderful, evenings when their parents were out of town. See, Kurt knew that Blaine had been getting, well, friskier, for lack of a better word, but he’d attributed it to the way his legs were toning up due to early morning Zumba sessions with Mercedes before school.

Unfortunately, Kurt couldn’t really attribute Blaine coming all over his favourite shirt when Kurt scraped his teeth along the soft flesh of his stomach as being frisky. It was just weird. Blaine, of course, apologised profusely with blushing cheeks and wide eyes but something in the way he shivered whenever Kurt’s hand brushed his stomach in the next few days told Kurt that Blaine wasn’t entirely sorry. In fact, judging by Blaine’s newfound love for Kurt’s mouth on where he was most vulnerable, Blaine wasn’t sorry at all.

So that was the first hint. The second Massive Fucking Hint That Blaine Anderson Had Been Turned Into A Werewolf was that Blaine now liked his meat as rare as Kurt could cook it without serving it to Blaine raw. Cliché, true, but as Kurt learned over the course of coming to terms with his boyfriend’s lycanthropy, there was a reason there were so many clichés in stories about werewolves.

The third, and perhaps the most obvious, Massive Fucking Hint That Blaine Anderson Had Been Turned Into A Werewolf was that Blaine disappeared for days around the full moon. When he reappeared he’d passed it off as ‘one of those 24 hour colds’ and then was shocked when Kurt told him it had been three days.

And then there was the hair thing. Blaine had had to shave once a day ever since he turned fourteen but by time dinner rolled around Blaine was sportingstubble. Not five o’clock shadow, but the full on I-haven’t-shaved-in-three-days kind of stubble. Kurt really only overlooked it because he was too busy rubbing his face against Blaine’s.

In true Hummel Style Kurt didn’t confront Blaine until he was absolutely sure about Blaine’s condition. He researched it (taking a small detour to watch Twilight and Taylor Lautner again) and asked around as subtly as he could.

Eventually it was Cooper who spilled the beans while he was visiting from LA. Blaine was out of the room, and Cooper just leaned over and asked Kurt how he was dealing with his little brother’s furry little problem. Kurt, of course, feigned ignorance. As soon as Cooper left, spouting apologies, Blaine turned to Kurt and accused him of knowing all along.

“Of course I knew.” Kurt replied. “You didn’t think you were hiding it, did you?”

Blaine spluttered furiously, then looked at Kurt with wide eyes. “You don’t mind, do you?” He asked Kurt, who simply rolled his eyes and kissed him.

“I love you just as much as I did when you were still human.” Kurt said softly. Blaine shrugged nervously.

“I don’t think I was ever human.” Blaine said, “It runs in the family, so I was always going to be…like this.”

“Did your parents tell you?” Kurt asked. He pulled Blaine over by his hand to sit on his bed so they could be comfortable.

“When I first started the change they sat me down for a talk.” Blaine said. Kurt nodded and cuddled up to Blaine, sensing that his boyfriend needed reassuring. “It’s sort of like werewolf puberty, except without the pimples.”

“Your skin has been looking really nice lately.” Kurt said. Blaine laughed and pressed his forehead gently against Kurt’s shoulder.

“It doesn’t change anything really important. I’m still gay, and I’m still only going to live as long as a human so don’t even bring up Twilight.” Blaine said sternly. Kurt mimed zipping his lips and laughed when Blaine butted his head against Kurt’s shoulder again.

“And you still love me. There aren’t any weird werewolf rules about dating humans are there?” Kurt asked, trying to hide his nerves. Blaine rolled his eyes.

“No, we’re not suddenly star-crossed lovers. It only takes one werewolf parent to make a wolf, and since we can’t exactly have kids biologically they don’t care.” Blaine said. Kurt sagged a little, the last tension about Blaine’s lycanthropy taken from his body.

“Your Dad still doesn’t like me, and oh my god, Blaine I told him that I’m a cat person!” Kurt said, worried. Blaine growled under his breath and, okay, Kurt would have to think about that later because that was a good reaction.

“My Dad is an idiot. He thought that you wouldn’t accept me, so he kept trying to push you away. I know you’re better than that, though.” Blaine said. He rested his chin on Kurt’s shoulder, and Kurt pressed their foreheads together.

“I’m better than everyone.” Kurt reminded Blaine, who just laughed and kissed him.

“You’re better than I deserve. Even if you do prefer cats.” Blaine said, which wasn’t true. In fact in Kurt’s opinion it was the other way around but he knew better than to argue with Blaine. Instead, he kissed him again, more deeply this time.

Blaine responded eagerly, his hands coming up to tangle in Kurt’s hair. Kurt teased his tongue along Blaine’s lower lip, and Blaine opened for him easily, pressing forward and sliding one of his hands down to grip Kurt’s waist. Kurt linked his arms loosely around Blaine’s neck and tilted his head, moaning when Blaine sucked on his tongue. He pulled back to suck Blaine’s lip in between his, but jerked away when Blaine nipped at him.

“What’s wrong?” Blaine asked, his voice already wrecked even though they’d practically been PG.

“I can’t get…turned, can I?” Kurt asked, eyes wide. Blaine stared at him for a minute, shocked, but then burst out laughing. Kurt scooted back on the bed and put his hands in his lap, primly waiting for Blaine to finish his outburst.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Blaine finally said when he came down, “But you’ve watched too many movies.”

“Well I’m sorry that when I did my research it said that lycanthropy was a disease that can be transferred to others. Obviously I should have just gone to the really reliable source on the internet. Oh wait, there aren’t any.” Kurt said. He was sulking a little, but Blaine never laughed at him, and he hated it.

“Oh honey, I’m sorry.” Blaine said, more serious now, “It’s just that lycanthropy is a genetic disorder. It’d be like me giving you bad eyesight by kissing you. It’s non-transferrable. You’re completely safe unless you want to be turned, in which case we go through a big ceremony that I don’t really know about yet.”

“Are there any other big things I should know about so I don’t make a complete ass of myself?” Kurt asked. Blaine hesitated, and Kurt knew that he was getting to the bottom of Blaine’s reluctance to tell him in the first place about his disease.

“You already know.” Blaine said lowly. He didn’t look at Kurt, and his shoulders dropped. Kurt tugged on Blaine’s shoulder and pushed him down onto the bed before lying on top of him with his chin on his hands.

“Humour me.” Kurt said. Blaine nodded, already more relaxed with Kurt’s weight on top of him. His voice was sleepy when he started speaking again.

“In packs, there are hierarchies of sorts.” Blaine said. Kurt nodded and pressed a kiss to Blaine’s sternum.

“Who’s in your pack?” Kurt asked. Blaine blinked, and Kurt cursed himself for interrupting Blaine’s explanation.

“My family, of course, and the other werewolves in the area. Trent, at Dalton is one that you know, Thad too. Mr. Martinez just became a member.” Blaine said. Kurt’s eyes widened.

“Trent?” He said, surprised, “Trent is a werewolf?”

“Mhmm, an alpha.” Blaine said. Kurt’s eyebrows rose.

“I thought there could only be one alpha in a pack.” Kurt said. Blaine shifted uncomfortably until Kurt pushed him even further into the mattress.

“It’s more a matter of position in the pack. There are alphas, like Trent and my dad. They rule packs and dominate the other wolves. Usually only one alpha rules the pack and the others are either too young, or too old to challenge them.” Blaine said. Kurt nodded and nuzzled under Blaine’s chin. Blaine pressed his nose into Kurt’s hair and slid his hand into Kurt’s on the bed.

“So you’re not an alpha?” Kurt asked. Blaine shook his head.

“No, I’m not. Much to my father’s disappointment, I’m an omega.” Blaine said. Kurt kissed at the hinge of his jaw.

“I’m sure he’s not disappointed in you.” Kurt said. Blaine shrugged.

“Cooper’s an alpha. He’s got his own pack in LA.” Blaine said, tensing up again, “Mostly hangers on but it’s still his own pack. I’ll never even be a beta.”

“Beta?” Kurt asked.

“The second-in-command. Mom’s a beta, so is Mr. Martinez. They run the pack, deal with the fights. There can be as many betas in a pack as want to be there. Omegas don’t do anything, though.” Blaine said, “We just make up the pack and run with them on full moons. We submit to the alphas and listen to the betas and never help with anything.” He was angry at the end. Kurt knew that Blaine hated being useless.

“I’m sure you help.” Kurt soothed, “Omegas wouldn’t exist if they didn’t help the pack.”

“They used to help with the hunt when we still lived in the wild but now everyone buys their food in supermarkets.” Blaine said.

“The alphas have probably lost a lot of their uses, too, now that they can’t dominate the pack in the wild. That doesn’t mean they aren’t vital to the pack.” Kurt said. He trailed kisses along Blaine’s cheek to his mouth.

Blaine kissed back, happy to let Kurt lick into his mouth and run his hand up under his shirt to drag his nails across Blaine’s stomach and back onto the bed. Kurt shifted up until he was propped up on one elbow, his other hand lifting to press Blaine’s hand into the mattress above his head. Blaine trailed his other hand down from Kurt’s shoulder to his bicep and squeezed. Kurt moaned and rolled his hips down into Blaine, who brought his legs up to cradle Kurt’s body. Blaine hooked his foot around Kurt’s thigh and urged him on with it.

“Wait, shit, shit, Blaine.” Kurt said breathlessly, pulling away, “We still need to talk.”

“Why?” Blaine whined, stealing a kiss before Kurt pushed him back down, making his eyes flare darkly.

“I need to know more about you. I don’t want to screw this up.” Kurt said. Blaine looked back at Kurt’s eyes from where he’d been staring at his lips.

“What’s there to know?” He asked.

“You like it when I hold you down.” Kurt said bluntly, “You like it when I bite you, and you like it when I make you feel vulnerable. You like it when I overpower you.”

Blaine’s eyes were wide and his head was tilted back, showing his neck. Kurt didn’t think Blaine even realised he was doing it. Kurt placed his hand lightly on Blaine’s neck, pressing down only enough for Blaine to feel the pressure. Blaine’s eyes rolled back in his head as he pushed up into the hand, and he moaned.

“You like it when I…use you?” Kurt tilted his head, “No, when I need you.” He said. Wasn’t that what alphas did with omegas? They needed them, needed them to hunt and submit to them and be part of the pack, and now that Blaine couldn’t be part of a traditional pack he felt like he wasn’t needed.

Kurt needed Blaine; he needed him in a way that almost scared him. Needed to know that Blaine would come when he called, needed to be able to touch and kiss and love every inch of Blaine otherwise it felt like he would die.

“What do you need, Blaine?” Kurt asked, whispering now. Blaine shook his head, and Kurt pressed his hand down further, cutting off Blaine’s breath a little until Blaine was struggling to breathe.

“Kurt.” Blaine managed to get out. He was taut under Kurt’s body, pressed up against every inch of him. Kurt would be worried about the fact that he was cutting off Blaine’s air but the erection pressing into his hip let him know that Blaine was more turned on than ever.

“Tell me, Blaine.” Kurt said sharply. It wasn’t a question. He took his hand off of Blaine’s neck and placed it on the pillow beside his head. Blaine looked up at him with half-lidded eyes.

“I want to be yours.” Blaine said. His voice was low and throaty and Kurt really just wanted to cover Blaine until they melted in to one another but he had to think.

“You are mine.” Kurt replied. He rolled his hips down into Blaine’s again, and they started a slow, hard pace.

“No, I want to be yours.” Blaine said meaningfully. Kurt nodded and kissed him finally. He bit at Blaine’s lip, smiling at the whine he elicited.

“You are mine.” Kurt said, “Every inch of you is mine and everyone knows it.”

“Yes.” Blaine gasped out.

“You smell like me all the time, did you know that?” Kurt asked, moving faster now. He pinned Blaine’s other hand above his head, holding him down with strength he knew Blaine wouldn’t challenge.

“Kurt, please.” Blaine moaned.

“Your pack must know, must be able to smell me on you and know what we’ve been doing. How beautifully you submit to me.” Kurt nipped at Blaine’s Adam’s apple to make his point. Blaine threw his head back and whimpered.

“They don’t know how gorgeous you look, though.” Kurt said, slowing his hips. Blaine dug his toes into Kurt’s thigh but stopped when Kurt squeezed his wrists in warning. He slowed down even more to make his point, then sped up, slamming his hips into Blaine’s.

“Only I can see you like this. Only I can make you like this.” Kurt panted into Blaine’s neck. Blaine’s eyes rolled back in his head and he tightened his legs around Kurt’s waist. “Come on, baby, come for me.”

Blaine arched his back and howled as he came. Kurt felt Blaine pulsing hot underneath him, toes digging into his thigh and arms straining against Kurt’s hold. Kurt kissed softly at Blaine’s cheek, nuzzling his jaw as Blaine came down, twitching occasionally and sighing happily.

“Nggghhhhh.” Blaine moaned. Kurt grinned and brought Blaine’s hands back down to his sides, rubbing circles to soothe the skin.

“Are you okay?” He asked. Blaine nodded and dropped his legs from around Kurt’s waist onto the bed.

“Mmmm. That was amazing.” Blaine said. He rubbed his nose against Kurt’s and dropped his head back to the bed.

“I love you so much.” Kurt said. Blaine smiled up at him.

“I love you too.” He replied. The smile fell from his face when he shifted, to be replaced with a smirk. “Want me to take care of that for you?”

Kurt answered Blaine by leaning down to kiss him. He sat up on his heels and smoothed his hands over Blaine’s thighs, just admiring the view. Blaine shifted uncomfortably, grimacing.

“Do you mind if I take off my pants first? It’s kind of sticky.” Blaine made a face. Kurt nodded and stepped off of the bed. Blaine stood up, too, and shucked his pants, sighing in relief when his underpants fell to the floor.

He stepped to Kurt and wrapped his arms around his waist. He propped his chin on Kurt’s shoulder and rocked them back and forth. Kurt kissed the side of Blaine’s head and hummed softly.

“We might be doing this backwards but do you want to take off your shirt too?” Kurt asked. Blaine took off his shirt and started working at the buttons of Kurt’s pants.

“Want me to suck you?” He whispered into Kurt’s ear. Kurt moaned and nodded, walking backwards to the bed and then sitting down.

Blaine dropped to his knees and pulled Kurt’s jeans down the rest of the way, grinning when he realised Kurt had gone commando.

Kurt ran a hand through his hair, tugging slightly, and Blaine closed his eyes. He nuzzled at Kurt’s cock, burying his nose in the thatch of hair at the base. Kurt groaned as Blaine dragged his lips up the side of his cock, flicking his tongue out at the slit. Blaine sunk his mouth down on Kurt’s cock, running his tongue along the thick vein on the base. He moaned; the vibrations making Kurt throw his head back.

“You’re so fucking good at this.” Kurt groaned, brushing his hands through Blaine’s sweaty hair. “God, you drive me crazy with your mouth.”

Blaine moaned and bobbed his head a little faster. His eyes fluttered as Kurt tugged on his hair. Kurt started thrusting shallowly, aborted movements that just made Blaine bob his head more enthusiastically.

“Please, baby. You’re so good. So perfect.” He moaned. Blaine squeezed Kurt’s knee and brought up a hand to massage his balls. He pulled off, panting and looked up at Kurt with dark eyes.

“You should fuck my mouth.” He said. His voice was scratchy and Kurt bit his lip, nodding.

“Yeah. Yeah, okay. Fuck.” Kurt said. He threaded his fingers through Blaine’s hair and guided him back down.

At first he thrust shallowly, not sure if Blaine could take it. Blaine stared up at him and slid his hands under Kurt’s ass, urging him onward. Kurt started moving faster, burying himself in the wet heat of Blaine’s mouth. He moaned and leaned back, propping himself up with one hand. Blaine relaxed his throat, meeting Kurt thrust for thrust. 

“Please, I’m so close Blaine. Just. I need.” Kurt threw his head back, mouth open in a silent scream, when Blaine took him in fully and ran a dry finger along his crack. He thrust twice more, and came in hot spurts down Blaine’s throat.

Blaine pulled back licking his lips and crawled up the bed to kiss Kurt, who’d fallen to lie on his back. He smiled sleepily up at Blaine, pushing a curl behind his ear.

“Hi.” He pursed his lips for a kiss. Blaine pecked him on the lips then flopped onto the bed beside him.

Kurt rolled over to cover Blaine, receiving a pleased hum in thanks. Blaine petted his back and traced a love heart on Kurt’s shoulder blade with his fingers. Kurt pressed a kiss to Blaine’s neck and cuddled up to him to go to sleep.

“So since your family already knows we’re sleeping together can I stay tonight?” He mumbled into Blaine’s neck. Blaine shrugged.

“Probably. Sleep now.” He said. Kurt nodded and closed his eyes. He didn’t even care when he woke up to Blaine licking his cheek slowly.