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Day 06 - Mirrors

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Thursday afternoon Blaine Anderson was sitting in the music room with the Warbler council as they prepared for their rehearsal that afternoon. As the lead soloist for the group, Blaine was required to attend all council meetings, even though he technically wasn’t a council member.

“The headmaster called me into his office this morning,” Wes, the council leader, started. “There’s a new transfer student interested in joining the Warblers. The timing is awful considering we have Sectionals next week, but he was in the glee club at his old school, so Headmaster Martin granted him an audition at today’s rehearsal; and apparently our faculty advisor, Mr. Lauriette, agreed with him. We’re expected to vote on his admission today, and if he gets a majority vote, we have one week to work him into our competition routine. I don’t know how we’re going to do that with only two rehearsals left, not including today of course; so hopefully he isn’t as good as Headmaster Martin thinks he is. Anyway, the student’s name is Kurt Hummel. I think he said he was a junior. I met him briefly and gave him a tour of the school. He seems nice, but there is something…different about him.”

David, another one of the council members, looked at Wes curiously. “Different how?” he asked. “He was placed in a few of my classes, but he seemed pretty normal to me. Kept to himself though, so I didn’t actually meet him.”

“It’s his scent. I can’t put my finger on it,” Wes answered.

Blaine, as well as all three council members, Wes, David, and Thad, were all werewolves. Werewolves weren’t out to the general public. They were still regarded as myths by the humans. Dalton’s werewolf population wasn’t large by any means. In fact, other than the four of them, there were only three other werewolf students in the school; it just so happened that those three other students were also members of the Warblers as well.

“At first, I thought he was human,” Wes continued. “But when I got closer to him…there is this odd undercurrent that I can't pinpoint; it doesn’t smell like anything I recognize. And he also has a very wolf-like scent to him as well. But I don’t think he’s a werewolf – mostly because of the human scent – but also because he didn’t seem to pick up on my scent. I’m just not sure what to make of him.”

They wrapped up their meeting as the rest of the Warblers started trickling into the music room.


Wes started the rehearsal by introducing Kurt to the group and giving him the floor for his audition. Blaine sat on one of the couches, holding his breath, and gripping the armrest too tightly; he was quietly growling to himself. As soon as Kurt had walked into the room Blaine’s head started swimming with desire. Blaine could barely concentrate on what Kurt was singing. All of the other werewolves in room kept sending him curious glances, which he ignored in favor of staring hungrily at Kurt.

When Kurt had finished his audition, Wes dismissed him from rehearsal, and told him they’d vote on his acceptance and give him an answer tomorrow. Blaine immediately jumped up off the couch and volunteered to walk him out.

Blaine was holding himself very stiffly while clenching his hands into fists inside his pockets. The moment the doors to the music room closed behind them, Kurt turned to Blaine. “Are you feeling alright? You look like you’re going to be sick,” Kurt asked.

Blaine glanced back at the closed doors for a moment before responding. “Could we talk for a minute?”

“What about rehearsal? Don’t you have to go back?” Kurt asked, confused.

“They can rehearse without me,” Blaine said, in his Alpha-voice, body turned in the direction of the music room.

Kurt’s whole body shuddered. He released a shaky breath before nodding. “Um, ok, sure. I think I heard Wes say your name was Blaine, right? What did you want to talk to me about?” he replied, unsure.

“Yes, I’m Blaine, but, um, not here. Let me buy you a coffee in the student café?” Blaine answered.

Kurt nodded in agreement. The two boys didn’t say another word until they were sitting in the café with their coffees. As Blaine handed Kurt his drink, their fingers brushed up against each other.

Kurt jolted backwards, nearly dropping his coffee. “Oh my god! What was that?!” he exclaimed.

“What was what? What happened?” Blaine asked, looking around in alarm.

“You didn’t…? Oh, um, uh, n-nevermind. It, uh, it must have been n-nothing. Sorry. Um, what, uh, what did you want to talk about?” he stammered, face flushed, avoiding eye-contact.

“Kurt, I need to ask you a very important question,” Blaine said, seriously.

“Okay…” Kurt replied, confused.

<<Can you hear me right now?>> Blaine thought.

“Holy…how did you do that?!” he answered, a little frightened at hearing Blaine’s voice inside his head.

“So it is true then. I’m not going crazy,” Blaine muttered.

“What’s true? What are you talking about?” Kurt demanded.

“Kurt, what do you know about…werewolves?” Blaine asked, cautiously.

“Were- whoa! Hold on! Are you telling me that we’re…soulmates?” Kurt asked, awe-struck.

Blaine swallowed audibly as he nodded. “So you do know about werewolves then?” he asked, hesitantly.

“Of course I do!” Kurt scoffed. “I am one! …Sort of,” he added quietly, ducking his head.

“Well, then you should know that only soulmates can communicate telepathically,” Blaine started. “Kurt, your scent, you smell like ‘mine’,” he growled. “Ever since you walked into the music room I’ve been suppressing this irrational urge to both ravage you and protect you; which again you should recognize as an indication of being soulmates. You don’t feel that?” he asked, worried.

“No, I do! I do feel that, actually. I didn’t until you touched me though. And when you didn’t seem to know what I was talking about… I thought I was just… I didn’t realize that’s what it was,” Kurt reassured him.

“Kurt, what did you mean when you said ‘sort of’? Because as far as I knew, a werewolf’s soulmate was always going to be another werewolf; but I have no idea what you are. You smell…human…but not human at the same time. It’s confusing. That’s why I wasn’t sure if you would be able to hear me when I spoke telepathically, or if you’d even know about the existence of werewolves,” Blaine asked, apprehensively.

“I’m a hybrid,” Kurt answered in timid voice.

“A hybrid? What do you mean?” Blaine asked.

“Half human, half werewolf,” he told him.

Blaine shook his head in confusion. “How is that even possible?”

“My mother was a werewolf; and my father is a human,” Kurt explained slowly, as if talking to a child.

“Your mother was a werewolf?” Blaine asked, skeptically.

“She died when I was eight.”

Blaine looked at him sadly. “I’m so sorry to hear that,” he said, sympathetically. “But, this still doesn’t make sense to me, Kurt. I have never heard of anyone being only half werewolf before. I didn’t even think that was a possibility! I mean, all werewolves have a werewolf soulmate. And us werewolves mate for life. No matter who – or what – we mate with, we will always be faithful to them. And them alone. Even after their death. No offense to either of your parents, but no werewolf would ever voluntarily give up on their search for their soulmate to settle down with a human,” Blaine questioned, warily.

Kurt nodded. “I know. But it’s not what you’re thinking! It wasn’t a forced mating! My dad’s not like that! …My mom actually found her soulmate when she was fourteen,” he began. “But both her parents – and her soulmate’s parents – told them they were too young to mate. And since their hormones hadn’t reached full maturity, they didn’t feel compelled to mate right away. They were going to have some official bonding ceremony thing on the full moon a few days before her soulmate’s sixteenth birthday, and they would mate then. But about a month before the ceremony, her soulmate was killed. Since she never actually mated with him, she was free to settle down with someone else. But like you said, no wolf would ever voluntarily give up the search for their soulmate to be with someone else. And since humans don’t have soulmates, like werewolves do, my mom chose to settle down with my dad. Which is how I came about. It may not have been the same kind of love you share with a soulmate – and the bond is different – but it was still real, and they were both happy together,” Kurt explained.

“Oh, wow…that’s…wow. Okay,” Blaine muttered to himself, trying to process what he just heard. “So you’re half human? What sort of impact does that have on you as a werewolf? I know you said your body didn’t recognize me as your soulmate until I touched you? So, I guess I’m just unsure about how to proceed here. Because the only thing my body wants to do right now is mate with you – and believe me I am having a very hard time holding myself back from doing just that; but my head is just so full of questions and uncertainty that I don’t know what to think or do right now,” he asked, cautiously.

“The full moon doesn’t affect me the way it does you; that’s not to say it doesn’t have any effect on me at all. It does. It’s just… I can’t shift into a wolf. Basically, I’m a werewolf without a wolf form. And all of my senses, as well as my strength and a bunch of other things – which are normally far superior to that of an average human – are even more heightened than usual the day of a full moon. But, unfortunately, they are still inferior to those of a full-blooded werewolf,” Kurt explained. “Look, I don’t know how that will affect us; but I do know that you’re not the only one fighting their instincts to mate right now. I am trying so desperately to remember my surroundings, so I don’t climb into your lap and do something I might regret. So, shouldn’t we just trust our soulmate connection? And worry about all that other stuff later?” he added, meaningfully.

Blaine nodded in agreement. “You’re right. Fate wouldn’t have paired us together if this was going to be a major issue for us. So would you like to come over to my house? Because Dalton doesn’t have any werewolf faculty and I really don’t want to be expelled for lewd behavior,” he said, desperately.

“Yes, please!” Kurt agreed, enthusiastically. “Should I just follow you there, or…?”

“Um, I actually don’t have my car on campus. I got a ride from Wes this morning. I only live about 5 minutes away. Can you drive us there while I give you directions?” Blaine suggested. Kurt agreed, and they left the school together.


When they arrived at Blaine’s house, Blaine showed Kurt where to park. He guided Kurt around to the side entrance which led directly into the living room of a basement apartment suite.

The cozy one-bedroom apartment had a large open-concept floorplan. Located directly behind the spacious living room was an eat-in kitchen; the transition from hardwood floors to floor tiles being the only distinguishing separation between the two rooms. On the far-right wall, there was a door that led to a hallway, where the laundry room, utility room, and stairway to the main house were located. The bathroom was located on the back wall next to the kitchen; and the bedroom was through the door on the left-hand wall.

“Welcome to my apartment. My parents live upstairs in the main house. I usually stay up there with them, but I was given the apartment as a birthday gift – for when I found my mate. The bedroom is right through here,” Blaine babbled, nervously.

Once they were in the bedroom, Blaine looked at Kurt apprehensively, “May I kiss you?”

“You better,” Kurt replied.

Blaine leaned in slowly, intending to give Kurt a sweet, gentle kiss, but as soon as their lips touched a fire was ignited inside him. The kiss immediately turned fierce and passionate. Desire overtook him as he licked his way into Kurt’s mouth; one hand cradling and positioning Kurt’s head, the other groping his ass, as he grinded against him. When the need for air became too much he pulled back just enough to breathe, resting his forehead against Kurt’s.

“Kurt, please, I need to be inside you,” Blaine said, desperately, while playing with the buttons of Kurt’s shirt.

Kurt gave a slight nod. “Yes; please,” he answered, breathlessly.

Before Kurt could even register what was happening, both he and Blaine were completely naked; and Blaine was carrying him to the bed. Blaine laid him out carefully and grabbed a small bottle of lube from the nightstand. He straddled Kurt, and kissed him again, more passionately.

“Have you ever fingered yourself?” Blaine asked Kurt, as he warmed up some lube in his hand.

“All the time. The moon…it triggers heat-like symptoms. You don’t have to be careful with me. I like it rough. I can take it,” Kurt told him.

Blaine growled with need. He immediately pushed two fingers deep into Kurt’s hole, stretching him meticulously. “That may be so, but I still need to be careful with you. I’m a lot stronger than you think. You’re part human. I could hurt you without meaning to,” he affirmed. “Tell me if it’s too much,” Blaine commanded, using his Alpha-voice.

“Oh god. Yes, Alpha! Please, more!” Kurt cried out.

“So you do recognize Alpha-commands. Good to know,” Blaine said, continuing to prep Kurt. When he finished, he lubed himself up and began to slowly enter Kurt. He ran his nose along the line of Kurt’s neck, inhaling his scent; then took hold of both of Kurt’s wrists, pinning his arms above his head, holding them there with just one hand.

When Blaine bottomed out, he remained still for just a moment. “No one else is home, and the place is heavily soundproofed. Be as loud as you want. I want to hear you,” he told Kurt before rolling his hips a few times. He pulled out so just the tip of his cock was still inside Kurt; then slammed back in roughly.

Kurt let out a scream of pleasure. “YES!! Oh, just like that! Feels so good!” he babbled, as Blaine kept pounding into him.

Blaine kept up his fast pace, testing his limits on how rough he could get with Kurt. He was kissing and biting along Kurt’s neck, enjoying the noises Kurt was making. Blaine used the hand not holding down Kurt’s wrists to tease and play with Kurt’s nipples; pinching and flicking them.

“Oh! Blaine! That feels so good! I’m close,” Kurt called out.

Blaine slowed his thrusts and pulled his head back enough to look Kurt in the eyes. “I’m just getting started here,” he said, seriously, slight concern in his voice.

“That’s okay. You don’t have to stop. I don’t want you to stop. I like the way it feels; getting fucked after I cum. The pain from the sensitivity feels amazing. I do it all the time,” Kurt told him, breathlessly.

Blaine came to a complete stop. His mouth contorted into a snarl, and he began growling at Kurt. “You’ve been with others before me?” he said, anger and hurt clouding his voice.

No!” Kurt hollered, realizing how what he said had sounded. “No. Just my vibrator. I like to leave it in my ass – on high – and play with it until I’ve cum a few times. I’ve never been touched by anyone except you! I’ve never even wanted anyone else to touch me before. You’re the only one I’ve ever been with. The only one I will ever be with. Just you!” Kurt clarified, passionately.

Blaine’s anger instantly disappeared upon Kurt’s explanation. “Mine! All mine!” he exclaimed, growling softly. He pulled Kurt’s head up, as he leaned down and kissed Kurt fiercely. The kiss was deep, and dirty, with a little too much teeth. When he finally broke the kiss, he grabbed hold of Kurt’s legs – that were wrapped around his waist – and hiked them up onto his shoulders. Blaine had Kurt’s body practically bent in half before he started vigorously thrusting into Kurt again at a rapid pace.

“Keep doing that! Just like that! Yes! So close. I’m gonna…” Kurt shouted.

“Come on. Cum,” Blaine encouraged. He tugged on Kurt’s erection, stroking him roughly, for added stimulus, to help him along.

“AARROOOOOO!!!” Kurt howled, awkwardly, as he came.

Blaine slowed his thrusts, looking at Kurt flabbergasted. “Did you just howl?” he said, amused.

“Please don’t make fun of me while your dick is in my ass. I know I sound ridiculous; I can’t help it,” Kurt whined, turning his head away to avoid eye contact.

“Oh, honey, I wasn’t making fun of you!” Blaine replied, sweetly. He continued his slow thrusts, rolling his hips, while he spoke. “I swear; I wasn’t.”

“I sound like a newborn puppy trying to imitate the big dogs. I hate it,” he said.

“Please don’t. I think it’s the most adorable thing I’ve ever heard,” he told him, sincerely.

<<Faster! Please go faster!>> Kurt silently told Blaine, afraid his voice might crack if he spoke aloud.

Blaine got the message and picked up speed. He grunted as he forcefully thrust himself in and out of Kurt’s tight heat. “God, you feel so good! How’re you holding up, baby? Is it too much?” Blaine asked when he heard Kurt wince and whimper.

<<You’re perfect. Feels incredible. Don’t stop,>> Kurt thought, as he continued to whimper.

Blaine continued fucking into Kurt roughly; his lips and teeth all over Kurt’s neck. “You. Smell. Incredible!” he moaned each word in between kisses. It took several more minutes of vigorous thrusting – during which Kurt had cum once again – before Blaine had finally started to feel his approaching orgasm. He bit down sharply on the juncture of Kurt’s neck and shoulder and came with a loud growl; his inner voice creating a loud howl in Kurt’s mind, causing Kurt to cum once more.

Once Blaine had come down from his orgasm, he pulled out of Kurt and began sniffing him. “Mine!” he proclaimed.

“All yours, Alpha,” Kurt said, sounding dazed and out of breath.

“Something’s wrong,” Blaine said, suddenly. “Your scent didn’t change. You still smell like mine, but you don’t smell like me. I can only feel a surface bond. And I still have a burning need to claim you too; to mate with you. That should have disappeared as soon as we both climaxed.”

“So it’s not just me that feels the need to continue having sex?” Kurt asked, confused.

“No. Maybe it’s because we mated in human form?” Blaine wondered. “Usually when werewolves mate for the first time they do so in wolf form. That’s how soulmates create their soul-bond. But you said you can’t shift; because you’re a hybrid. I don’t know what to do.”

“Wait. So werewolves that meet their soulmates live with this intense need and desire to mate until the full moon? How? I mean, I know my mom and her soulmate could wait because of their age and their hormones not being fully mature until they turned 16. But everyone else? How do they live with this urgency – for days or weeks even – until the moon forces them to shift?” Kurt asked.

Blaine looked at Kurt confused for a moment. “You do know that we can shift forms whenever we want, don’t you? The full moon makes it compulsory for us to shift, whether we want to or not; but otherwise, we have complete control over which form we take,” he explained.

“Seriously? I didn’t know that. My mom only ever shifted during the moon cycle; when it was unavoidable. She never told me… I had no idea,” Kurt replied, stunned. He looked up at Blaine with a hopeful expression. “Can I see you shift? Please? I feel like I need to see your wolf. Ever since I found out you were a werewolf I’ve had this…I don’t know…craving to see your wolf. I thought I needed to wait until the full moon tomorrow night though.”

“Are you sure?” Blaine asked, cautiously. “I’m going to have a lot less control over my instincts when I shift. And with the state my hormones are in right now…”

Please,” Kurt begged, cutting him off.

Blaine nodded and got up off the bed. He stood in an empty portion of the room, a couple of feet from the bed. “Stay where you are. I don’t want you getting hurt,” he told Kurt, using his Alpha-voice. He took a deep breath and rolled his neck, loosening his muscles. There was a low, quiet growl coming from Blaine’s chest; he arched his back and that growl suddenly turned into a howl. A second later, a large black wolf stood where Blaine had been just a moment before.

“Oh you are gorgeous!” Kurt breathed out. He reached his hand out toward the wolf, beckoning him closer. “Can I…pet you?” he asked, hesitantly.

<<Of course,>> Blaine’s voice spoke inside Kurt’s head. Blaine’s wolf form took a few steps over to where Kurt was sitting on the bed then lowered his head for Kurt.

Kurt gently ran his fingers through Blaine’s fur, enjoying the way it felt against his skin. “I really should not be getting turned on by this! And yet, I am.” Kurt murmured, disbelieving.

<<How do you think I feel? I’m the one being petted! Plus, I can smell your arousal. My head is swimming with the need to just take you right now. I’m barely holding myself together,>> Blaine told him.

“Well, then, maybe you should. Fuck me, that is. I mean…if werewolves mate in their wolf forms, maybe you should just fuck me as a wolf,” he suggested.

<<You would let me? Even though you can’t shift? You’d allow your human form to get fucked by a wolf?>> Blaine questioned. <<I was holding back quite a bit earlier. I won't have as much control in this form; I could seriously hurt you,>> he warned.

“I’d do anything to get these raging hormones under control. And the more I think about it, the more I want it! Oh, god do I want it! I am so fucking horny right now. And the thought of getting fucked by your wolf is…oh, dear god, I want it so bad. Fuck! Please? I’m desperate. Please, please fuck me! I need it. I need you,” Kurt begged.

<<Turn over. Hands and knees. Backup to the edge of the bed,>> Blaine commanded.

In an instant Kurt was exactly where Blaine wanted him. Blaine’s wolf sniffed at Kurt’s ass, before he began licking it, using his tongue to lubricate the area. When he finished that, he lifted his front paws up onto Kurt's upper back, shoving him face first into the bed, and pushed his cock deep into Kurt's hole in one quick thrust.

Kurt screamed out, "Fuck! Holy shit!"

<<You alright, baby?>> Blaine asked, as he furiously pounded into Kurt, unable to hold back.

"Oh, fuck, yes! This is exactly what I needed! Feels amazing!" Kurt wailed.

<<You like that? You like my giant wolf cock filling your ass?>> he grunted.

"Yes! I've never felt this full before. You are so big, so perfect. Fuck!" Kurt replied. As Kurt was saying this, he could feel something large near the base of Blaine's cock forcing its way into him. "Wh-what is that?" he asked, breathlessly.

<<My knot. It locks us together until I cum; so I can't pull out, and you can’t pull off,>> Blaine explained.

"It's huge! But, god, does it feel good!" he moaned. "Blaine, oh, Blaine, I'm...I'm gonna cum!"

<<No,>> Blaine growled, using his Alpha-voice. <<You've already cum three times in the past half hour. Your body can’t handle much more. And if you cum now, I won't be able to stop. I can't. And I don’t want to hurt you,>> he said, as he increased speed and intensity in his thrusts.

Kurt whimpered at the command. "Please, Alpha. Please let me cum. I can handle it. I promise! You won’t be hurting me. I’m not human; I can take it! Please let me cum. Please,” he begged.

<<You really think you can handle it?>> Blaine asked.

“I know I can,” Kurt insisted.

<<Alright, you may cum; but I don’t want you touching your cock!>> he replied.

It only took a few more thrusts of Blaine’s cock for Kurt to cum onto the bed sheet below him; his awkward howl echoing through the room. Blaine’s snout was trailing along Kurt’s neck, his tongue poking out and licking at Kurt’s face.

<<Your howl sounds even more adorable to me in this form,>> Blaine cooed, nuzzling closer.

“Oh, oh Blaine. God, you are amazing! I have never felt anything so good before. Ever. Harder, please, faster,” Kurt moaned.

Blaine gratefully obliged his request and pounded into Kurt furiously. After several long minutes, he could feel his orgasm approaching. He clamped his large wolf teeth down hard on the back of Kurt’s neck, drawing blood, as he released his orgasm into Kurt.

Kurt howled, both in pain and pleasure, as he came yet again, “Fuck!!”

While Blaine waited for his knot to shrink, he unclamped his jaw, and began licking at Kurt’s wound. <<You alright, baby? I’m so sorry! I told you I wouldn’t have much control over my instincts,>> Blaine apologized.

“I’m fine, sweetie; really. It actually felt kinda good,” he replied, sleepily.

Blaine was finally able to pull out and immediately began licking Kurt clean of all his cum. When he finished, he sniffed at Kurt’s ass, then his neck, and sighed contentedly. He began to nuzzle against the side of Kurt’s neck that wasn’t injured. <<Much better! All mine now!>> Blaine said, happily.

“Stop, that tickles!” Kurt giggled. “Can you shift back now? So we can cuddle and make out?” he asked, hopefully.

The black wolf licked Kurt’s face, and stepped over to the clearing so he could shift back. As soon as he was back on two legs, he ran out of the room then returned a few seconds later with a damp cloth to clean the bite mark on Kurt’s neck and shoulder. Once the wound was cleaned, Blaine gently picked up a sleepy Kurt and repositioned him on the bed into a more comfortable position. Then he climbed up into the bed next to Kurt and wrapped his arms around him tightly.

“How do you feel, baby? Your need to mate disappear?” Blaine asked, gently, kissing him sweetly all over his face, neck, and shoulders; being extra careful of the tender skin around the bite mark that was already starting to bruise.

“Yes. The urges are gone. I feel great. Tired, but great. And I can feel the bond between us deepening too. It’s amazing! I have never felt anything like it before. I am so happy right now. I honestly don’t remember ever being this happy in my entire life,” he told him.

“I love you, Kurt,” Blaine whispered.

Kurt smiled at him sweetly. “I love you too.”


They spent the next twenty minutes cuddling close together and lazily making out, while Kurt drifted in and out of sleep, until the sound of Kurt’s phone ringing brought them out of their happy little bubble. “Oh god, that’s my dad!” Kurt exclaimed, feeling much more awake. “I totally forgot to tell him I wouldn’t be home right away after school! Fuck! Where’s my…?” His question was cut off by Blaine handing him his still ringing phone.

“Dad! Hey, hi, can you hold on a second?” he said, as soon as he answered the call. He silently asked Blaine if he could speak to his dad alone – even though he knew Blaine would be able to hear both parts of the conversation no matter where he was in the basement – to explain things to him. Blaine reluctantly agreed, and said he’d be in the other room calling Wes, to explain why he left rehearsal.


“It’s about time you called!” Wes said, in lieu of a greeting, upon answering Blaine’s call. Before Blaine could form a response, Wes hurried to add, “What happened to you at rehearsal? Why did you Alpha-command us to continue without you? And what’s the deal with the new kid?”

“Well hello to you too, Wes,” Blaine answered, sarcastically. “The ‘new kid’s’ name is Kurt. And I gave the Alpha-command because I needed to speak with him; privately. And didn’t want any of you coming after me to drag me back to rehearsal or interrupting us in any way. Turns out, Kurt is my soulmate. Which is why I was acting that way in rehearsal earlier. Because I was trying not to jump him in front of everyone,” he replied.

“Wait. What? Soulmate? How? Are you sure? But he’s not a werewolf, is he?” Wes asked. “He didn’t react to you at all during rehearsal, so how can he be your soulmate?”

“I’m sure, Wes. He may not have reacted to my scent, but he definitely reacted to my touch. And he is a werewolf…or half werewolf, I guess,” he answered.

Half werewolf? What’s that supposed to mean?” Wes asked, skeptically.

“It means he has a werewolf mother and a human father. And before you say it, he is not the product of a forced mating. His mother chose to settle down with a human when her soulmate died before they could mate,” Blaine explained.

“How is that even possible? How is he even alive!? He shouldn’t be able to exist!” he replied, shocked.

“What do you mean by that?” Blaine asked, warily. “I mean, I know interspecies relationships are extremely rare, but they do occasionally happen. Surely at least one of them should be able to produce a hybrid child, right?”

“There is a reason you don’t hear about hybrid children in interspecies couples. And it isn’t because of how uncommon that type of relationship is; although that is a huge factor as well. It’s because despite the fact that werewolves have a ‘human’ form, our DNA isn’t compatible with human DNA. If by some miracle an embryo should actually form, there is a 99.8% chance that it won’t make it past the fetus stage. And for those 0.2% that somehow beat all the odds and do wind up become a living, breathing child, every single one of them has been born with severe physical and mental disabilities and deformities. Not one of them has lived long enough to see their first birthday. The oldest hybrid on record lived to a ripe old age of 7 weeks. So how on earth is Kurt still alive – and healthy – at 16 years old?” Wes told him.

“He’s 17 actually,” Blaine corrected him. “And I have no idea. But he is. And he’s my mate. So he’ll hopefully continue to stay alive for a long, long time.”

“Oh, man, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to bring you down or suggest…” he cut himself off with a deep breath. “I was just trying to wrap my head around what you said. I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s alright; I understand,” Blaine said.

“Hey, did you get any insight on what that other scent on Kurt is?” Wes asked, suddenly. “I just mean, you were able to get a lot closer to him than I was. So maybe you figured it out?”

Blaine paused, thinking. “I just sort of thought it might be due to being a hybrid? A byproduct of his human and werewolf scents mixing? Honestly, I couldn’t really think straight with my hormones going crazy. And after I mated with him, I was too busy enjoying that he now smelled like me to analyze anything else.” He could hear Kurt ending his phone call with his dad in the other room. “Hey, Wes, I gotta go. Kurt’s finally off the phone with his dad. I’ll see you at school tomorrow, okay?”

“Yeah, go be with your mate! And tell him he’s officially a Warbler now! See ya,” Wes replied.


“How did your talk with your dad go?” Blaine asked, climbing back into bed with his new mate.

“Like you couldn’t hear every word of it,” Kurt answered, rolling his eyes.

“I was trying to be respectful of your wishes by not listening in. And I was talking to Wes. I only heard you saying goodbye, because there was a pause in our conversation,” Blaine argued, playfully.

Kurt sighed. “My dad is not happy that I already mated with you. But he understands that it was out of his – and our – control. He agreed to let me stay here tonight and tomorrow night because of the full moon; but he wants me home Saturday afternoon. He’s trying to come up with an excuse to tell my step-mom and step-brother about why I’m staying here; because they’re both human and know nothing about the existence of werewolves,” he explained.

“He knows, or rather you know, that we need to live together now that we’re mated, right?” Blaine asked, cautiously. “That physical separation over long distances for prolonged periods of time will cause both of us extreme pain?”

“I suspected as much, but I wasn’t certain. But you can come home with me on Saturday and help me explain all the wolf stuff that I’m still unsure of. Plus I need to go home to pack some stuff anyway, right? All I have here is my Dalton uniform and three days’ worth of clothes in an overnight bag that’s sitting in my trunk,” Kurt told him.

Blaine smirked at him, eyeing his naked body. “Other than wearing the uniform to school tomorrow, I don’t really see the need for you to wear anything at all.”

“God, I’m really gonna enjoy having you around tomorrow,” he replied.

“Just tomorrow?” Blaine asked, curiously.

“Oh, right, I haven’t told you,” Kurt started, “Well, I sort of alluded to it, but… Ever since I turned 13, the full moon has triggered these heat-like symptoms. Obviously, I don’t actually go into heat, since I don’t have a uterus, but… From sunrise on the day of the full moon, until the following sunrise, I’m in a constant state of arousal. It doesn’t go away. No matter what I try – or how many times I cum. Although, I’ve never tried having sex with another person before. My mind and body always seemed to reject the idea of being with someone sexually. Despite all the sexual frustration I felt, I could never bring myself to go through with it; not that I actually had a lot of options. But I didn’t want to take the risk in case I actually had a soulmate. I wasn’t sure if my human DNA would allow me to bond with another werewolf; nor did I want to risk my werewolf DNA accidentally bonding me to someone that was meant to be temporary.

“But anyway, this uncontrollable arousal is so bad that I have to wear a cock cage to school, just so I’m not walking around with an extremely noticeable erection all day. The cage has to come off before sunset though, or, well, let’s just say: it breaks itself off. I usually spend the entire night locked in my room with a vibrator – or two – shoved up my ass, just for a hint of relief,” he explained. “It’s very similar to that burning need to mate we felt earlier. Only, instead of being focused on one specific person, it’s a generalized need to mate; yet at the same time, your body is rejecting the idea of letting anyone actually touch you.”

“Wow. So, how did the moon affect you before you turned 13?” Blaine asked.

“It didn’t,” Kurt told him. “Well, my senses were all heightened slightly, but that’s it. I often times would lose complete track of the lunar cycle because it didn’t have any major influence over me. But after I turned 13… It actually took me a few months to realize that these symptoms were linked to the appearance of the full moon. You don’t even want to know the depths of embarrassment and humiliation I dealt with; especially trying to talk to my completely heterosexual human father about how to deal with these urges that I wasn’t even sure were completely human or not. And if that wasn’t uncomfortable enough, I then had to have him help me with buying and using dildos, vibrators, and cock cages.”

“Speaking of cock cages… do you have yours with you? I mean, there is a full moon tomorrow; and we are still expected to go to school, despite having just mated. If you need to be wearing one before sunrise… and you were planning on going straight home after school today…” Blaine trailed off, hoping Kurt understood what he was saying.

“I have an extra in my overnight bag; in case of emergencies,” Kurt answered. “And usually I’ll put the cage on before bed, so I don’t have to worry about accidentally oversleeping and not being able to get it on in the morning. I’m not really a morning person; I enjoy sleeping in.”

“Why do you even have an overnight bag with so many changes of clothing in your car anyway?” he inquired, furrowing his forehead.

“Sometimes my friends and I would have impromptu sleepovers at each other’s houses. I wanted to have outfit options and some hygiene products on hand if that happened. And I made sure that I had an extra cage in there, just in case one of those sleepovers happened to take place the night before a full moon. But mostly I kept the bag in my car so I would have a change of clothes, some facial cleanser, and shampoo at school for when I would get slushied.” Kurt explained.

“Slushied?” he asked, confused.

“One of the preferred methods of bullying at my old school was to toss an ice-cold slushie in the face of whoever it was they were making fun of,” Kurt told him, shrugging. “Without a change of clothes, I’d have to walk around in cold, wet, stained clothing all day.”

Blaine began growling at his explanation. “People at your old school did what to you?”

“Throw slushies in my face; or toss me in the dumpster. They thought it was funny to pick on the gay kid,” he answered, sheepishly. Kurt could feel Blaine getting upset and tried to calm him. “Calm down, sweetie. Please calm down. They can’t touch me anymore. I’m at Dalton now. With you. I’m gone from that hostile environment. They can’t hurt me anymore,” he said, mollifying Blaine.

“Yeah, well, they shouldn’t have been touching you in the first place! You’re mine!” Blaine huffed. Just then Kurt stomach growled loudly causing Blaine to instantly switch his emotions from upset to concerned. “You hungry, baby?” he asked. “Unfortunately, my kitchen is practically empty since I haven’t been living down here full-time; so we’ll have to go upstairs to my parents’ kitchen to get something to eat.”

“I’m starving. If we’re going upstairs though, I’ll need my clothes from my car. I don’t want to get my Dalton uniform dirty, and I can’t exactly walk around naked,” Kurt answered. “And no offense, but I’m not sure your clothes would fit me.”

“Why do you need clothes?” he asked, genuinely confused. A look of realization came across his face, and he shook his head with mild frustration. “Oh, right, I’m sorry; I forgot…you were raised as a human,” Blaine said, with a sigh.

“And what do you mean by that?” Kurt asked, defensively.

“I didn’t mean it as an insult. I just meant that humans have a stigma about nudity and sex that werewolves don’t. Out there,” he motioned toward his window, “we have to try to blend in and live by the rules of a human society by wearing clothes and refraining from what that society deems as public indecency and/or other lewd behaviors. But when we are within our own communities, sex and nudity are just a natural part of life. No one will comment, or judge us, or look down upon us if we walk around naked. In fact, they won’t even think twice about it; it’s not something we particularly care about. They don’t even care if we have sex in public. Do you have any idea how many times I’ve seen my parents – or my friends’ parents – have sex? In both human and wolf form? Or how many times my friends and I have seen each other jerk off? Too many to count. My friends and I go skinny dipping with each other and take showers together all the time; and sometimes we’ll even just hang out and do homework together while completely naked. No one cares; it’s not a big deal to us. These things aren’t taboo in our society, like they are in a human society,” Blaine explained. “But, I understand that you weren’t raised to think like a werewolf, and our way of life isn’t what you are used to; and I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable, so I’ll go grab your bag from your car for you, okay?”

“Oh…Yeah, okay; thank you. My keys are in my bookbag. It’s the red and black gym bag in the trunk,” Kurt told him.

Blaine kissed him, quickly, before getting up and walking over to a dresser on the far wall. He pulled out a pair of flannel pajama pants and a t-shirt and hurriedly threw them on.

“If nudity isn’t a taboo, why are you getting dressed?” Kurt asked, cheekily.

Blaine chuckled at him. “Because there’s still a sliver of daylight and I have very nosy, human, neighbors. I’ll be back in a second.”


Blaine was back in the bedroom less than a minute later with Kurt’s overnight bag in hand. “So, when I was outside, I noticed that my parents are home now,” Blaine said, hesitantly.

Kurt looked at him, confused. “Is that a bad thing?”

“No, but I do think I should give them some warning before I bring you upstairs. I mean, I’m sure they saw your car in the driveway, so they know someone is here; and as soon as I step foot upstairs they’re going to know from my scent that I found my soulmate. And if you’re with me, they’re going to instantly know that you’re not a full-blooded werewolf.” Blaine paused and sniffed the air before getting closer and sniffing at Kurt’s neck. He looked at Kurt curiously with a hint of confusion. “Although, maybe not instantly…your scent…it’s more wolf-like now than it was when we were at Dalton earlier; before it was more human than wolf. And the wolf scent being more noticeable makes it a lot harder to smell that other scent that was on you; the one I couldn’t identify. Anyway, I just don’t want my parents to start hounding you about your genealogy or making you feel uncomfortable in anyway. So I think I should talk to them first, while you stay down here and get dressed. I’ll come back down to get you in a few minutes. Okay?” he asked, cautiously.

“Okay,” Kurt said, sadly.

“I love you,” Blaine told him, sincerely, causing Kurt to crack a smile. “You have nothing to worry about. Everything’s going to be just fine.” He gave Kurt a gentle kiss, and then left the bedroom.


“Mom? Dad?” Blaine called out as he opened the door into the main house.

“Oh, hey, sweetheart, you’re just in time for dinner,” Pam Anderson replied from the kitchen. She made a loud gasping sound and ran into the hallway where Blaine was standing. “You found your soulmate!” she said, excitedly. She began looking around, confused. “Where is he? Why isn’t he with you? It is a ‘he’, right?”

Blaine nodded, with a big smile on his face. “Yes, mom, my mate is a boy. He’s downstairs getting dressed. But I wanted to talk to you and dad about him real quick before you met him,” he added, hesitantly.

They walked into the dining room where Marc Anderson was sitting. “What did you want to talk about?” Marc asked his son.

“Kurt. My mate. He’s, um, he’s probably not what you guys are expecting,” he began. “He was raised by a human, to live as a human; and as a result, there are a lot of things he doesn’t know or understand about our culture or society.”

“He was adopted by a human?” Marc asked, cutting him off. “How? There are usually measures put in place to prevent things like that from happening accidentally.”

“No. He wasn’t adopted. His biological dad is human. Kurt’s a hybrid. His mom is a werewolf, but she died when he was little, so she wasn’t able to teach him much about werewolf culture,” Blaine explained.

Both of Blaine’s parents looked at him in stunned silence. “A hybrid?” Pam asked after a few moments, finally breaking the silence.

“Yeah, his mom chose to settle down with a human after her soulmate died before they could mate. And I know that it shouldn’t be possible for interspecies couples to produce offspring, but somehow, Kurt exists. He’s half human, half werewolf; and he’s my soulmate. There is no denying that. I just didn’t want you guys to freak out when you met him. He's nervous enough about meeting you,” he told them.

“We appreciate the warning, sweetheart. And maybe it will take a little getting used to, but like you said, he's your soulmate. Fate would not have paired you together if his genetics would be problematic, or hinder your bond in some way," Pam told him, sincerely. "Well, don’t keep us waiting! I want to meet my son’s mate,” she added, cheerfully. “Mating works up quite the appetite. You both must be starving! I’ll just go get another place setting.” She went back into the kitchen, while Blaine went downstairs to get Kurt.


“Kurt? Baby?” Blaine called out, quietly, as he walked back into his apartment.

Kurt stepped out of the bedroom, now wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a simple red and white striped sweater. “What did they say?” he asked, cautiously.

“They said they can’t wait to meet you. I can feel you fretting about this. Please don’t. My parents are going to love you; because I love you. You’re my mate. They have to respect our bond whether they want to or not. But luckily for us, they want to,” Blaine said, comfortingly. “My mom made dinner for us too. Let’s go eat.”

They made their way out of the apartment and up the stairs to the main house. Blaine led Kurt into the dining room and pulled out a chair for him at the table, taking the seat next to him.

“Mom, dad, I’d like you to meet my mate, Kurt. Kurt, this is my mother, Pam; and my father, Marc,” Blaine introduced them.

“It’s so nice to meet you, dear. Please, help yourself to as much food as you’d like. There’s plenty to go ‘round,” Pam replied.

After Blaine served himself and Kurt a large portion of pot roast and side dishes, the family began eating in a comfortable silence. “So, where did you two meet?” Marc asked after a moment.

“Dalton. Kurt just transferred there. He’s a junior,” Blaine answered.

“Does this mean I’m going to be getting a phone call from your school about you skipping classes today?” Marc teased.

“No, dad. We didn’t meet until Warbler rehearsal, after school, when Kurt came in to audition,” he replied, rolling his eyes at his father. “Oh! That reminds me; Wes wanted me to tell you that you’re in. You got a majority vote. You’re officially a Warbler,” he told Kurt.

“Really? That’s awesome! Thank you!” Kurt replied, excitedly. “What did you end up telling him about why you left early anyway?” he added, quietly.

“The truth. I told him that you and I needed to talk because you’re my soulmate,” Blaine replied, shrugging. He saw the look of confusion on Kurt’s face and clarified, “Wes is a werewolf too. He understands.”

“Wes is a werewolf? Are there a lot of other werewolves at Dalton?” Kurt asked, shocked.

“Not really. There’s only 7 of us. Or, 8 now, including you,” Blaine told him.

“You couldn’t tell from Wes’s scent?” Marc asked, curiously.

“No, I’m afraid my human DNA has diminished that particular trait,” Kurt began. “My sense of smell is a lot stronger than that of an ordinary human, but not strong enough to identify someone’s species by scent. As far as I know, up until today, my mother was the only werewolf I’d ever met. So, if I ever did come across any other werewolves before today, I was completely unaware of it.”

“What about your mom’s parents? Or her pack? You never met them?” Pam asked, gently.

Kurt shook his head. “No; they didn’t like the idea of her settling down with a human. They thought she should remain a lone wolf; live as if she’d lost a mate. They also hated that she told my dad that she was a werewolf; said it felt like a betrayal to them, so they disowned her the day she mated with him. I’m pretty sure they don’t even know I exist,” he told her, solemnly.

“That’s horrible,” Pam whispered, sounding heartbroken, eyes watery with unshed tears. She composed herself quickly, shaking off the melancholy of his statement, and changed the subject. “So, you just transferred to Dalton today? Where did you go before?”

“McKinley. In Lima,” Kurt answered.

“Oh, so did your family just move to Westerville then?” Marc interjected.

“Um, no, my family still lives in Lima. I was supposed to commute every day, but it looks like that will be changing now,” he replied, sheepishly.

“Lima is at least 90 miles away,” Marc said. “Why would you want to make such a long commute every day?”

“McKinley was no longer safe for me. Dalton was the nearest school that had a strictly enforced anti-bullying policy. My safety won out against a 4 hour round trip car ride,” he informed them.

Blaine began growling at the mention of Kurt being unsafe at school. Kurt put a hand on his thigh to calm him down. Blaine turned to him with a pout, pulled Kurt’s chair closer to him, and rested his head on Kurt’s shoulder.

“Mine!” Blaine said, petulantly. Kurt winced slightly, causing Blaine to spring up and look him over in alarm. “What’s wrong?” he asked, sounding panicked.

“Nothing, calm down,” Kurt told him, soothingly. “The…bite mark you left is still a little tender, that’s all.”

“I’m really sorry about that. I know you don’t heal as fast as a full-blooded werewolf; but do you know how long it will take to completely heal?” he asked, concerned.

“The teeth marks have already closed up and are practically gone,” Kurt said. “It will still be a little bruised for about a day or so.”

Pam decided it was time to change the subject again. “Blaine, sweetheart, are your friends still going with you up to the cabin after school tomorrow? Because if you and Kurt would like to be alone, I could always go up early and prep Cooper’s old cabin for them to stay in instead,” she said.

“Oh, I hadn’t even thought about that. But that would be great. Thanks, mom,” Blaine answered.

“Cabin?” Kurt questioned.

“Yeah, my family owns several acres of land in the woods, with a few cabins on it. My friends and I usually go there on the full moon, so we can have some space to run around and be ourselves after we shift, without fear of being seen – or hurt – by humans. It’s nice because we all live in pretty urban areas of town, and staying inside the entire night is…well, to put it mildly, a total nightmare,” Blaine explained.

“Oh, okay, but if you spend the night outside, why do you need a cabin?” Kurt asked, confused.

Blaine chuckled. “Well, I don’t know about you, but I personally don’t like waking up cold and naked on the hard, dirty ground. My wolf form may not mind sleeping outside, but my human form isn’t a fan. And since we automatically shift back to human at sunrise no matter what, I prefer to fall asleep in a bed; we have a few extra-large mattress pads and thick blankets spread out on the floor of the cabin to make it more comfortable for our wolf form than a standard bed would be. And the cabins have door handles that our wolf forms can easily operate too, so we can get in and out without any issues,” he told him.

Kurt looked at him, giving him an embarrassed expression, and nodded in understanding. Marc and his wife shared a confused glance.

“Are we missing something?” Marc asked. “Your explanations make it sound as though Kurt doesn’t know anything about shifting.”

“That’s because I don’t. I can’t shift. I don’t have a wolf form,” Kurt answered. He took a deep breath and continued, “And once my mom realized this, she thought it was best if I wasn’t around her wolf. Or even told much about what it was like to be a wolf. I don’t even know what my mom’s wolf looked like. I’m not sure why she wouldn’t let me near her wolf, or at least talk to me about being a wolf either. Maybe she didn’t want me to feel envious or resentful? Who knows, really. But I do know that she only ever shifted when the moon forced her to. I didn’t even know that it was possible to shift without the full moon; until today. Unfortunately, there’s still so much that I don’t know about werewolves; either because she died before she could tell me, or because she thought she was protecting me by keeping it secret.”

“Protecting you, how? From what?” Pam asked.

Kurt shrugged. “I’m not sure. But that’s what she always told my dad.” He paused. “My mom was very overprotective of me when I was little. Like she was scared something horrible would happen to me if her or my dad weren’t watching over me 24/7. When I was little, my parents wouldn’t allow me out of our yard unless one of them was with me; I couldn’t even be in our front yard by myself since there was no fence. I wasn’t allowed to join any groups or clubs; I was very sheltered. I was even homeschooled until I was 10. When my mom was alive, she was my teacher. I got a tutor after she passed, but my dad still oversaw all my lessons. The only reason I was put into the public school system is because it was becoming too expensive and too difficult to pay for all of my tutors and for someone to watch me while my dad was at work. And there was no way my dad could work full-time, monitor my schooling, and keep an eye on me by himself. He had tried bringing me to the garage where he works instead of getting a babysitter, to cut back on costs, but it wasn’t enough. I think a lot of what they did though was largely in part due to not knowing if I understood the gravity of keeping our family’s secret; and thinking I might accidentally tell someone my mom was a werewolf.”

“I think I may have another idea as to why she was so overprotective,” Blaine started, hesitantly. Kurt gave him a curious glance, so he continued, “When I was talking to Wes, he told me that the reason you don’t hear about hybrids very often is because they have an extremely high mortality rate. I think she might’ve been afraid of losing you.”

“How high are we talking? Did he tell you?” Kurt asked, worriedly.

“He did. He told me that every single known hybrid child has died within a few months of being born,” Blaine answered. “He’s not even sure how it’s possible that you were born without any developmental deformities or disabilities; much less live as long as you have.”

“What?” he breathed out in shock. “Developmental deformities? What, so he thinks I should have been born with, like, brain damage, or organ failure, or partially formed limbs, or something? Why? I mean, I’ve never even been sick a day in my life! Not even a cold, or a sniffle; much less a life-threatening disease! Not that my mother would even dream about letting a doctor come anywhere near me. Hell, I didn’t even see a doctor when I was born! The closest thing to an illness I’ve ever had was a tension headache.”

Blaine and his parents stared at Kurt in shock. “The deformities and subsequent deaths are due to complications with the incompatibility of interspecies DNA,” Blaine began, “You’ve never been to the doctor? Ever? What about all those health forms the school makes you fill out? You need medical records and doctor’s notes for some of those questions. How did you get around all that?”

“We have a close family friend who is a midwife. She’s the one who was with my mom when she was in labor with me. She’s also the only person my mom would ever trust to check me over if I ever hurt myself when I was little; which I assume that – even though it’s never been said out loud before, or even inferred to – she definitely knows about my genealogy; even if she is just a human – as far as I’ve been told anyway. But anyway, she forged a medical history for me and supplied me with some doctor’s notes, so I could enroll in public school; and again when I transferred to Dalton,” Kurt explained. “How did you deal with the health forms? It’s not like you can go to the hospital either.”

“There are plenty of werewolves out there that have a medical degree and their own private practice. Just because I need to avoid a human doctor, doesn’t mean I have to avoid all doctors,” Blaine told him. “In fact, Wes’s father is one of those werewolves with a medical degree; he’s actually our family’s physician.”

“You’ve really never been sick? Ever?” Pam asked, curiously.

“No, why? Werewolves have stronger immune systems, don’t they? That’s what my mom always told me anyway,” he replied, confused.

“We may have stronger immune systems, but werewolves are still capable of getting sick or hurt. Not as often as most humans do though; and we recover from illness a lot faster too. For example, a cold that may take a week for a human to get over, might only take us a day,” she told him.

Kurt sat silently trying to process that information. They finished their meal in relative silence, until Kurt began yawning.

“You tired, baby?” Blaine asked him, gently, while rubbing his back soothingly.

“Yeah, it’s been a really long day. I had to get up super early, so I could be at Dalton an hour before classes started to finalize my transfer. And then with everything else… I’m a little spent,” Kurt replied.

They excused themselves from the dinner table and went back downstairs to their apartment.


“Did you just want to go to bed? Or did you want to take a bath or a shower first?” Blaine asked, apprehensively.

“If I say I want to take a bath first, will you join me?” Kurt teased.

Blaine smiled at him. “Only if you want me to.”

“I definitely want you to,” he replied, before kissing Blaine.

They got undressed and headed to the bathroom, taking Kurt’s overnight bag with them. While the tub filled, they brushed their teeth and did their nightly routines. Their bath started off as peaceful and relaxing, with Blaine gently washing Kurt, being mindful of the bruises he had left due to their mating; but after a while, Blaine had Kurt in his lap, riding him like his life depended on it. Once they both had cum – Blaine once, Kurt twice – they rinsed themselves off and got out of the tub. They quickly dried themselves off and collapsed into bed together, naked, and fell asleep.