Blaine was still sitting as he watched Kurt’s eyes widen and his jaw slacken a little in surprise, he figured. After all, he highly doubted he had seen another wolf before in his life, let alone his boyfriend, in his room, like this. He knew he could be quite scary if he wanted to be, that the fangs there were hidden under his lips were long and pointed and could hurt, kill, rip if he wanted them to. Knew that his claws were sharp and his body was large and intimidating if he stood up fully. Knew that his eyes shone in the darkness and that his howl sent shivers up humans’ spine. But Kurt didn’t seem scared as he watched him, as he stood up from the bed and walked over to him slowly, tentatively, not that Blaine could blame him for that. He would have had the same hesitancy to walking over to a lion or something if it had been him. He could hear the thump, thump, thump of Kurt’s heartbeat increasing, could feel it beating much more than he could as a human. Could smell every bit of him, his scent clinging to all the places in the room that he’d touched. Could hear all the way a mile around the house, and see sharply, too sharp, too focused, and trained his eyes on his boyfriend’s face.
But then Kurt was lifting a hand up close to his hear, and Blaine’s ears perked up, twitching a little, tail flapping down against the floor in anticipation of the touch. He made another small noise, almost like a purr in its way, and lifted his head up, up into Kurt’s palm in response, nuzzling into it. He rubbed the top of his head against his hand eagerly, humming and shifting his paws a little on the ground before he turned his head around to lick lightly at his boyfriend’s fingers happily.
Kurt swallowed as his hand stayed suspended in the air between them and started a bit when Blaine’s head knocked up into his hand, nuzzling against him. Soft was what Kurt’s mind registered as he allowed his fingers to sink into the fur at the top of Blaine’s head, fingers scratching tentatively, gently, into his skull. A small smile began to form of his face at the apparent way that Blaine seemed to enjoy the feeling of his fingers in his fur. He figured no one other than his family or his pack had ever seen Blaine like this, had come up and touched him and Kurt felt special, in a way, that he was pretty much the first person outside of Blaine’s world to see him like this.
His smile grew when he heard the noise Blaine was making, a happy contented sound in the back of his throat. Kurt figured if he was a cat he’d probably be purring and that made him bite back a laugh. Blaine moved, his head shifting underneath Kurt’s hand and then his tongue came out, licking at his fingers happily. Kurt laughed then, the surrealness of the situation hitting him. Anyone would think they were absolutely, certifiably insane if they were to witness what was happening, but Kurt just decided to take it all in stride. He brought his other hand up to scratch behind Blaine’s ear, letting his fingers stay there for a moment before traveling down, running through the fur down the back of Blaine’s head and through his neck, down the side of his body, “You…you can understand me, right? Because this is just…kinda crazy right now. Surreal. Definitely surreal. And if you can’t understand me then…I guess I’m just talking to myself, but…you’re kinda…amazing. And beautiful.” His words jumbled together and his face flushed at what he said but he was sticking with it, because it was all true.
Exhibitionist shot through him like fire, making his nerves tingle a little at the thought of claiming Kurt in public. Where everybody could see that he was his; that his beautiful, perfect boy was his and nobody else’s. Something animalistic in its possessiveness made him swallow tightly as he pushed away the thought with thoughts of not ready, not ready, dangerous, not ready until he had successfully put it out of his mind. Maybe sometime in the future… Instead, he shifted again on the bed and glanced at Kurt’s surprised words. He let out a laugh at the thought, to somebody who had never done it before, the thought of him shifting into a wolf in his bedroom. Having a wolf in his bedroom alone must be insane for Kurt, but it wasn’t like he hadn’t done it before. Especially when he was younger and he couldn’t control his shifting very well, he had woken up as a wolf many times before. So he nodded, “Yeah,” he agreed, reaching over to brush back Kurt’s hair. “If you’re not worried about getting fur all over your pajamas,” he teased him a little as he pushed himself up to stand, wondering how best to do this.
He was going to have to ditch the towel, of course, and maybe Kurt would be more comfortable watching his ass instead? Nodding to himself a little, Blaine bit his lip, a little nervous now that this was happening, because it was one thing that Kurt knew, in theory, that he was part-wolf. That he’d seen his ears and his eyes and fangs. But it was another completely different thing to actually see him as a wolf. Would it scare him away, finally? Having Blaine be an animal in front of him? It must be weird for him, he imagined, to think that his boyfriend was part-animal, and he swallowed, nervous now, about this, before he shook his head a little. No. Kurt loved him. It’d be okay. Walking away from the bed a little and looking around to make sure he wouldn’t knock anything over with his tail—he was much larger in wolf form, after all, Blaine reached down and, turning around, tugged the towel off and threw it to fold over his desk chair before taking a breath and shifting, feeling his hands turn into paws and his legs shorten and he was on four feet as his tailbone grew and fur covered his naked body and he was standing as a wolf, now. He had never before interacted with a human as a wolf. Would it be different?
Blaine turned around, looking over his shoulder towards the bed, where Kurt still was, and licked up at his muzzle a little, taking a step over to the bed before sitting back on his hind legs, tail swishing a little behind him and tilting his head to the side as he made a soft, inquisitive noise.
Kurt’s head jerked in a nod when Blaine agreed. Okay, then. Here and now. He heard Blaine joke about getting fur on his clothes but Kurt didn’t respond. He felt like he should steel himself, in a way, for what was about to happen. He had completely come to terms with the fact that Blaine wasn’t human. He’s physically seen parts of Blaine change, seen his eyes shift and his ears, his teeth. He was okay with it. It intrigued him. But now he was going to really see Blaine, and he honestly had no clue what to expect. He stayed seated on his side of the bed (thinking of it as his side made him feel warm for a second, but he pushed that thought away, focusing on the here and now) and he watched as Blaine stood up from the bed and walked to the center of his room.
His heart began beating a bit quicker, and he sat up straighter, watching Blaine’s every move. Blaine faltered for a moment before turning around and slipping the towel off. Kurt’s eyes trailed down for a split second before shooting back up, staring resolutely at the back of Blaine’s head. The room was completely silent enough that Kurt heard Blaine take in a breath and then it happened. Kurt’s mouth fell open a bit at the sight, watching as Blaine’s body shifted, hands and feet becoming paws, black fur covering everything. It was done in seconds, and standing where Blaine was was now a huge black wolf. Its head turned and Kurt met its eyes. Gold, familiar, Blaine. He sat frozen for a moment, simply staring, as Blaine sat on the floor, watching him. A small noise came from the back of Blaine’s throat and that shook Kurt out of his reverie. “Wow,” He breathed out, jaw still slack and eyes wide. Blaine was…beautiful. His fur was pitch black and practically shined with the sunlight pouring through the window. His eyes were even brighter than before as they watched him and Kurt’s breath caught in his throat. He shakily got up from the bed and made his way slowly over, heart still pounding in his chest. He knew Blaine wouldn’t hurt him, but he still couldn’t bite down the trills of anxiety beginning to enter him. He stood in front of Blaine for a moment, wondering if Blaine could understand. He stayed still for a moment before he lifted his head between them, stopping midair, a few inches away from the top of Blaine’s head. “Can I, um…” he trailed off, the sudden need to touch to feel Blaine’s fur under his fingers taking over him.
Blaine watched the play of emotions flicker on Kurt’s expression, and frowned a little at the self-consciousness he saw there. He knew that Kurt wasn’t a hundred percent okay with baring himself out for Blaine like he was; he knew he wasn’t ready to do most things yet, and he was okay with that. But what he wasn’t okay with was Kurt thinking he had to live up to some image of sorts; he would have liked to think that so far he was doing pretty well on convincing his boyfriend that he wanted him physically as well as emotionally, but there was still that thing holding Kurt back sometimes that made him a little wary of the situation. But, he decided to let it breeze by. Maybe it was a conversation for another day. Instead, he smiled a little at Kurt’s words. “No, I won’t parade around naked,” he agreed teasingly, poking at Kurt’s side lightly as he chuckled to himself. “I may be okay with my body like that but I don’t want people to start thinking you’re dating some psycho guy.” At least Kurt seemed to be generally okay with his lack of prudence—he hadn’t actively complained about seeing his body bare yet, and he trusted that if he was uncomfortable he would say something.
Shifting on the bed, Blaine glanced up to the clock; it was past nine. Still early, he supposed, if they weren’t going to school. Something which they had agreed upon the night prior, and flicked his face back to his boyfriend when he started speaking again, eyebrows shooting up at his request, holding his gaze for a moment, surprised. “You…want to see me as a wolf?” Blaine repeated his question, making sure, blinking at Kurt for a moment. It wasn’t that weird of a request, he supposed, since he was part-wolf, and he must have been curious. And after all, Blaine loved it when he shifted. There was something rather majestic and powerful about being in his wolf form. He glanced down at his fully healed leg, and smiled to himself, turning back to look at Kurt, leaning in to kiss his forehead. “Of course you can,” he said quietly, pulling back to grin at him. “Now?”
Kurt gave Blaine a small grin at his words, jumping slightly when Blaine poked him because he was ticklish and playfully batted his boyfriend’s hand away. He laughed and rolled his eyes, shaking his head, “Wouldn’t want everyone to think I’m actually dating an exhibitionist, no.” He teased, poking his tongue out. Although for a brief moment he did having a thrill shoot through him at the thought. Blaine was insanely physically attractive and the vain part of Kurt wanted to show that off, wanted to watch as people fawned over Blaine knowing very well that he was the only one that got to have him. He stamped the feelings down and cleared his throat, paying attention to what Blaine was saying again.
He watched as the surprise flitted across Blaine’s face as his eyebrows rose and for a second he thought he did the wrong thing. He shouldn’t have asked, he was so stupid he—he stopped his train of thought at Blaine’s question, furrowing his brow in confusion at the tone of his voice, the wonder he heard there. So maybe it was okay then? Kurt nodded dumbly at him, watching as Blaine’s gaze shifted down to his healed leg for a moment before coming back up to meet his again. Relief washed through him when Blaine smiled and he smiled in return when Blaine kissed his forehead. He swallowed and blinked at the question, “U-um…now? Like…here?” He asked, bewildered. Was Blaine just going to shift right in his bedroom? He remembered in the beginning of their relationship that Blaine reassured him that it didn’t hurt at all, but after years of watching movies and television shows showing shifting as a painful experience, Kurt was still wary. “I mean um…I guess? I-if you want to, I mean.”
Still laughing quietly to himself, Blaine stepped into the shower and slid the glass door shut behind him with one last look at himself in the mirror. The wound on his thigh was completely healed already, and though he still had scars on his neck from the wolf’s teeth, that was also healing up as well. At least there was no blood, and the holes seemed to have filled up and scarred over. It was good, better. He was glad to be able to move around again; didn’t want to lay back on his bed at all until he absolutely had to. Grabbing his soap, Blaine ran it over his body, particularly his just-healed leg and scrubbed away at the grime covering it, rinsing it properly and humming a little to himself as he soaped the rest of himself up. Once he was done, he turned off the shower and stepped out, grabbing a towel and patting himself dry, before tying it around his waist, to spare Kurt a little. He grabbed his toothbrush and quickly rinsed out the bad taste in his mouth before coming out to the bedroom, where Kurt was still on the bed, and he laughed, walking over to lean over him a little. “I was half-expecting to find you at least in your underwear already,” he whispered, leaning down to nip at Kurt’s lower lip.
It was fun, teasing Kurt like this. Watching him blush and thinking about how pretty he was—how they were made for each other and how his absolute lack of self-consciousness affected Kurt. It was silly, too, and he knew that Kurt knew that he wouldn’t do anything about it if he didn’t want it. So he pulled back a bit, catching his eye and smiling down at him. “I don’t shift clothes with me when I turn into a wolf,” Blaine explained quietly, figuring he owed his blushing boyfriend at least an explanation. “I’ve grown up shifting back and forth between a wolf and a naked boy all my life. In front of my family, and friends, and other members of the pack—it’s just—you grow out of being embarrassed about nudity after a while.” He grinned down at him. “But I’ll stop if you want me to,” he assured him.
Kurt rolled his eyes when Blaine came back and started teasing him again, trying, and failing, to not blush again. He pulled himself up in bed a bit more, still resting against the pillows, as Blaine sat down next to him, still smiling. Kurt raised an eyebrow when Blaine began explaining to him why he was so comfortable being naked, self-consciousness swirling in him at the thought of being naked almost all the time in front of his family and everyone he knew. Sure, he guessed, growing up like that would make it all seem normal, but to him it just sounded mortifying. He just didn’t like his own body very much. He knew that physically, he was pretty in shape. He knew that his body was lean and he had sinewy muscles, so he wasn’t scrawny and he damn well knew he wasn’t ugly, he just…had problems seeing past the scars and things that got him made fun of.
The rest of what Blaine said finally registered in his brain and he stopped for a moment, thinking it over. Sure, Blaine stripped before in front of him just to tease him, but aside from that it was just natural for Blaine, it was completely normal to him. Kurt didn’t feel right asking him to stop doing something that he’d been doing for years just because it made him…not uncomfortable, that wasn’t the right word. He just felt like he shouldn’t be able to see all of Blaine if he didn’t feel comfortable yet with doing the same in return. One day soon, maybe, but not yet. But still, he shook his head, sitting him even straighter in bed, back now resting against the headboard. “N-no, it’s um, it’s fine. I mean, please don’t start walking around naked every second of every day but uh, I don’t want you to have to change something that’s so normal for you to do just for me.” He then thought back to the rest of what Blaine said, talking about shifting. He glanced up at Blaine, staring at his eyes and remembering the bright golden color they became when he shifted. He bit his lip, thinking for a moment, before speaking. “Blaine? I um…okay this is kinda random and maybe crazy and feel free to say no, really. But uh…I kind of…can I see you? Shifted I mean. In you um…as a wolf?” He stumbled over his words, flushing in embarrassment at what he was asking and hoping Blaine wouldn’t be upset with him or anything.
Blaine grinned at him, then, still sleepy, but managing to keep up being awake, at the question, and he lifted the leg with the cast up, moving it around and confirming that it was fixed already when he could do so perfectly well without dying in pain or something, and wriggled his eyebrows at him. “Seems fine to me,” he replied, chuckling and trailing a finger up the side of Kurt’s arm, leaning up on his own elbow to look down at him. After all, it had already been a couple of days since it had been broken, and the cast and everything his mom had given him had helped to regenerate the bone and skin, and now he could very well take off the cast. “In fact,” he muttered, pushing himself up again and swinging his legs off the bed. He stood up, wobbling a little and dragged his heavy leg over to his desk, where he grabbed a pair of kitchen scissors his mom had left there the other day and started cutting at the cast, cutting into it hard, gritting his teeth as he did so until it had a cut down the middle, and he could wedge it off his leg. He wrinkled his nose as he caught sight of it underneath, still a little pale and sickly-looking, and his leg hair was matted down to his skin. He also stunk.
“Uh… I think I’m gonna take a shower first,” Blaine called over his shoulder at Kurt, grimacing as he pointed to his leg. Standing up again, testing it, he stepped fully on his foot and nodded. “Yep, all’s good.” Then he grabbed his boxer briefs and stepped out of them unabashedly, a smirk tugging at his lips when he realized Kurt was watching him, and he straightened up, running a hand through his hair and stepping towards the bathroom, pausing at the doorway and, back to him, looked over his shoulder. “You wanna join me?” he teased him a little, winking and chuckling to himself before he stepped in to turn the shower on.
Kurt’s eyes trailed down Blaine’s body down to his leg which he lifted in the air, watching as he twisted his foot around as proof that he was healed. He brought his gaze back up to Blaine’s and let out a short laugh when he raised his eyebrows at him. He shivered involuntarily at Blaine’s fingers ghosting up the side of his arm and he stared as Blaine moved over him, staying still and trailing his tongue over his lower lip absentmindedly, waiting to see if Blaine would do…something. But then Blaine was speaking quietly to himself again and was up and moving away, getting off the bed and hobbling across the room to his desk, grabbing a pair of scissors. Kurt sat up, resting back on his elbows and stared with wide-eyes as Blaine hacked away at his cast.
Kurt winced when Blaine pried the cast off, scrunching his nose at the sight of his leg. He nodded and made a noise of agreement when Blaine said he was going to go shower, watching as Blaine placed his weight on his foot and mentally sighing in relief that he really was okay again. He opened his mouth to speak but then stopped dead when Blaine stripped off his underwear right in front of him. “Blaine!” he yelled out, letting his arms fall out from under him so he could fall back onto the bed, eyes shut tight and blush spreading over his face. He was slowly coming to realize that his boyfriend had absolutely no shame. He yanked a pillow over his face and groaned when Blaine teasingly asked if he wanted to join, turning away from the bathroom door. Blaine was going to be the death of him. He waited until he heard the shower running to throw the pillow off his face and sigh, running a hand through his hair and sitting up in bed, reaching over to Blaine’s nightstand to grab his phone. He saw a text from Carole saying that she was taking Burt to a doctor’s appointment and guilt momentarily flared up in him at the realization that he completely forgot about his dad’s appointment. He texted her back, asking to be updated on his dad’s results and then sighed again as he dropped the phone back down on the bed next to him. Since his conversation with Rachel he began wondering what his parents would do if they found out he was dating a werewolf, and short of being sent to a psych ward, he doubted they’d ever believe him. He made a mental note to ask Blaine if they could ever eventually find out and dropped back down onto the pillows, waiting for Blaine to come back.
After falling asleep in Kurt’s arms, exchanging soft, chaste kisses before they eventually drifted off, Blaine had the most peaceful night since a week ago. His dreams were gentle and involved mostly of a hazy future in which him and Kurt ran, together, as wolves—and he could picture Kurt as a wolf, too. Beautiful, lean, lithe and light fur with his startling blue-green eyes. He’d be perfect. There was a smile on his face even as he regained consciousness at some point, because there was something touching his hair, and light pouring in from his window, and he slowly shifted on the bed until he managed to blink himself awake, finding himself looking at Kurt, who was next to him. His smile grew. “Morning,” he returned, voice groggy, a little, and he licked his lips, lifting an arm up to stretch, yawning widely as he arched his legs and—his leg. It was working! Sitting up a little, suddenly more awake than before, Blaine glanced down at where his legs were tangled with Kurt’s, at where one of them still had the cast on, and it didn’t hurt at all anymore. It felt alright, not broken, strong. “Thank god,” he muttered, glancing over at his boyfriend with a small smile, and opening his mouth to tell him his bones were probably mended already, but his breath caught in his throat at the sight of him like that.
Spread out on his bed, hair all over the place, a soft flush on his cheeks from the warmth of having slept up against Blaine, who was so much hotter than him, and looking up at him sleepily. He sighed, relaxing back onto the bed and turning his body over to press his lips to Kurt’s cheek, smiling against it. “You look beautiful in the morning,” he whispered instead, trailing his lips to kiss him lightly, closed-mouthed and pulled back, eyes bright.
Kurt’s smile grew once Blaine woke up, face softening at his boyfriend who was still basically half-asleep. His voice was still thick with sleep and his hair was sleep-ruffled, sticking up in random places, staying flat on his head in others and making him look adorable in Kurt’s opinion. He rolled his eyes when Blaine yawned long and loud, stifling his own yawn behind his hand because damn they were contagious, and then he watched as Blaine began to move around. He stayed still, head still nestled comfortably on one of Blaine’s pillows, content to simply stare. He watched as Blaine moved slowly and then all at once, sitting up straighter and moving his legs away from Kurt’s. His mind was slow to catch up with everything but something in his brain clicked that Blaine shouldn’t be moving like that with a broken leg.
Kurt made to move, to sit up and get in front of Blaine, when he heard him mumble something to himself and then Blaine turned back to face him, smile still firmly in place on his lips. He stayed quiet as Blaine looked him over, forcing himself not to fidget and squirm under Blaine’s gaze. Blaine laid back down beside him and kissed his cheek, Kurt’s head tilting more towards it, his own smile slipping back onto his face at the ease of it all, at how incredibly right everything felt. He flushed when Blaine called him beautiful. He though he must have looked a mess, with massive bedhead and pillow-marks etched onto his face, but apparently Blaine didn’t care. He liked that Blaine didn’t care. He hummed low in his throat when Blaine kissed him lightly and like a magnet Kurt moved infinitesimally closer, laying against his side, resting his hand on Blaine’s heart and closing the small gap between them. “How’s your leg?” He asked, nudging at Blaine’s ankle with his foot.
The entire afternoon just seemed unreal to Kurt the more he thought about. In just a few hours he had gone from seeing Blaine, to finding out way more about his boyfriend’s past than he ever wanted to know, to crying in his arms and then to being stalked. So here he was now driving back to Blaine’s house with Cooper, nerves frayed and thoughts frantic as he kept his head down and cell phone clutched tightly in his hand. The second Cooper parked and turned off the car, he was grabbing Kurt’s bag and rushing over to his side, all but yanking him out of the car and running him into the house. Kurt let him, the feeling of being watched creeping over him, making his skin crawl and god he just wanted to get back into the safety of the Anderson’s home and back to Blaine. He flew through the house and up the steps, tripping over his own feet in his haste before he continued running to Blaine’s room, not stopping until he was inside, closing the door behind him and throwing himself into Blaine’s arms. They held each other tightly, Kurt barely noticing Cooper coming in to drop his bag near the door before leaving them alone again.
Kurt didn’t know how long they stayed like that, wrapped in each other, and he didn’t care. He kept his face buried in the crook of Blaine’s neck, facing away from the window, and welcomed the feelings of being safe and warm and protected wash over him, calm him. Over the next while they talked about what they were going do. First off, no way was Kurt going to school tomorrow, Puck protecting him or not. There was just no way Blaine was letting Kurt out of his sight for longer than absolutely necessary. Second, they decided that staying together most nights from now on would be best, alternating between Kurt staying at the Anderson’s and Blaine sneaking in at night at the Hummel’s (What Burt and Carole and Finn didn’t know, the better). Blaine also swore time and time again that he’d let nothing happen to him, and Kurt believed him. He knew he was safe with Blaine and the pack, and he was going to stick as close to them as he could. Eventually Kurt began yawning, the day finally catching up with him, and they both got ready for bed. Kurt realized that this would be the first time they’d be sleeping together (passing out sick on his boyfriend last time just didn’t count in Kurt’s book) and his self-consciousness began flaring up before Blaine stamped it back down. Once Blaine calmed his nerves once more, they got into bed together and Kurt’s body practically moved on it’s own accord, instantly slotting against Blaine’s side. He hooked one of his ankles over Blaine’s, mindful of his injuries, slung his arm low across Blaine’s abdomen and rested his head on his chest, smiling slightly when Blaine’s arms wrapped around him and he kissed the top of his head gently. Drifting off to sleep, the last thought he had was of how perfect it felt, to be wrapped up in Blaine like this, like they were literally made to be like this.
When he woke up the next morning, the first thing that registered in Kurt’s mind was warm. He shifted slightly, wanting to burrow further into his covers and sleep just a bit more, when the warmth on top of him moved. He mildly panicked for a split second before the day before all came rushing back to him and he blinked his eyes open, glancing down to see dark curls against his neck and face. He realized his one arm was trapped under Blaine, pinned under his arm body against the bed, and that his other was draped loosely over Blaine’s shoulders, hand limp at the base of Blaine’s neck, fingers splayed at the bottom of Blaine’s hair. He smiled before he moved his fingers slowly, gently messaging, as thoughts of waking up like this every morning began fluttering through his mind. “Wake up, sleepyhead,” He whispered, fingers still moving through Blaine’s hair.
ooc: 1am and i’m exhausted but i still have to straighten my hair and i have an 8am class. fml.