Blaine wasn’t sure what had possessed him to ask that question. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t thought about it—he’d be lying if he said it hadn’t been on his mind for a while now. It was instinctual, really, thinking of his mate as a wolf. Human mates were rare at the least, even if they seemed to be abundant in Lima… three in one school alone! Between them; it was probably unheard of. Blaine had met many wolves before, from other packs, some lone wolves, in his lifetime, and several packs that had found their mates in one area, but so many human mates at once was kind of bizarre. And then there was the fact that human mates, when they really fell for their soulmate, sometimes wanted to change for them. It was easier, he figured, to have his mate be a wolf as well. Not that he would ever have anybody other than Kurt right now—he loved himdearly and wouldn’t think of anybody else to be with for the rest of his life, but yeah, all those years that he’d been on his own, whenever he’d pictured his mate, he was a wolf. And the thought of Kurt being a wolf with him was, admittedly, fascinating. He would be so pretty, so regal, so handsome.

And they could finally bond properly; Kurt would feel it, too. The connection, the need, the bond, the psychic link that he could sense him, his mood, if he was in danger… Blaine nodded his head at Kurt’s question. “Yeah,” he agreed quietly, gnawing at his lower lip for a moment, wondering if that had been too much. After all, they had barely been together for almost a month. Technically, he supposed, having fallen in love in such a short time would have been impossible, but this was a case of soulmates, and that made it just right. But Kurt had thought about it? Blaine blinked up at him a little, hopefully. “You have?” he breathed out, reaching out for his hand, grasping it in his gently. “I just…I don’t know, I guess I’ve thought about it before,” he said, watching the movement of their hands together. “And I love you like this, I really do, you have to trust me. But I mean, I’m… I’m going to live forever,” he admitted quietly, not sure if Kurt knew that already or not, and glanced up at him again. “If nothing happens to me, we don’t die, and I—I just can’t imagine living on without you.” He paused. “So, I wondered, but…it’s just a thought, just me wondering, okay?”

Blaine pressed his lips together, still watching him silently as he moved around, getting his bag and heaving it on top of the bed so he could look through it, pulling out underwear and other clothes, and he couldn’t really tear his eyes away from his chest. More specifically, his navel, where the dip of his stomach turned into his legs and a delicious Y-shape pointed the way down under the towel slung low over his hips where he knew his cock was. There was a very fine, almost non-existent trail of light hair there, and he had to take a heavy breath to distract himself from very improper thoughts to have about his virginal boyfriend. Figuring it was probably more polite to look away, Blaine managed to dip his face and stare at his hands, fiddling with them over his knee as he watched Kurt put his underwear on under the towel from the corner of his eye, and then let it drop. Oh, god, he was in his underwear now and it wasn’t really that thick material and he could see the outline of everything there and yeah, that wasn’t helping at all. He’d seen Kurt one time before, right after the whole biting incident, to clean him off while Kurt had been feverish and sick, but that had been the last thing on his mind, he had been so worried about him.

Now, though, now Kurt was perfectly healthy and so was he and there wasn’t anything medical about the situation to distract him from the fact that Kurt was pretty freaking well-endowed and his mouth was watering at the thought and he really needed to stop right about now—but thankfully, Kurt put his pants on and started toweling at his hair, fluffing it up and messing it up rather adorably, and he managed to keep things under control for the moment, lowering his knee onto the bed again and smiling softly as he watched him. “You don’t need to put stuff on your hair to be gorgeous,” Blaine piped up instead, grinning at him. “Look, mine’s not even gelled this time. Call it even.” Once Kurt dropped the towel in the bathroom—unlike him, who’d just tossed it over a chair—he came back to sit on the bed, and Blaine scooted to give him space, humming appreciatively when he kissed his cheek, turning his face at the last minute to peck him on the lips instead and watched as he put his shirt on, then kept smiling at him, lifting his hand to Kurt’s damp hair and threading his fingers through it, messing it up a little just because. “Oh, there’s a lot of things I want to do if you’re mine for the day,” he muttered, quietly, flicking his eyes up to him hotly before winking, shifting again.

It was just so hard—pun not intended—to resist Kurt when he looked like that and he was just so…so Kurt. Flawless and gorgeous and sexy in the best way; Blaine wanted to do everything with him. Still, every day wanted to touch him everywhere, kiss him everywhere, kiss him until the sun set and till it rose again, and explore every inch of each other’s bodies. But they couldn’t—they couldn’t because Blaine still hadn’t completely mastered his own control. Didn’t trust himself not to do what he’d done last time it had happened. Because Kurt was human, and vulnerable, and fragile and he couldn’t afford to let his wolf take over when he was in the heat of intimacy—couldn’t afford to hurt him like that. He watched him, trailing his finger down the side of Kurt’s neck, to his shoulder, and down his chest a little, thinking for a moment. “Can I ask you something?” he whispered, glancing up to meet Kurt’s eyes for a moment. “It’s honestly just a question and I promise I don’t expect anything out of you, I’m perfectly happy right now, as it is, but…” he paused, nibbled at his lower lip before releasing it with a soft breath. “Would you ever want to be like me?”

Once Kurt had stood up, Blaine pushed himself up, testing the strength on his leg for a moment—it didn’t hurt at all, and he could flex it properly—and sat back against his headboard, resting his head back on his hands, folded behind him, arms flexing, perhaps showing off just a little for his boyfriend, and watched, intrigued, eyebrows shooting up when he realized Kurt was taking his shirt off and flinging it at him, grinning cheekily like he knew what he was doing. Catching it in midair with a laugh, Blaine grinned back until Kurt shut the door behind him and started running the shower. Still smiling dopily to himself, Blaine fiddled with the shirt, brushing off a pair of his own hairs away before setting it on the bed in front of him and closing his eyes, resting back like he’d been a little bit ago. Humming to himself, the melody of a song he’d had stuck in his head the whole week—now you’re just somebody that I used to know—and waited for Kurt to be finished. The shower turned off after a while and Blaine opened his eyes again. Then Kurt opened the door and stepped out, in the same state he’d been in when he’d done the same—droplets of water clinging to his very bare body, spare for a towel wrapped around his waist.

Blaine swallowed, throat suddenly very tight, matching his pants, which had become just a little snugger around the hips as he roved his eyes over his boyfriend’s body unabashedly, taking air through his nose as he looked at him. Yes, it was true that he was very comfortable with nudity, that he wasn’t embarrassed and didn’t think it was the end of the world if people saw him like that. But it didn’t mean that he was immune to it. Not by a long shot. Especially when the bare body was Kurt Hummel’s, who probably had the most flawless skin he’d ever seen on another human and oh god his nipples were so rosy, flushed from the heat of the water and he smelled like him. With another swallow, Blaine cleared his throat a little and quickly flitted his eyes away, a flush creeping up the back of his neck. “Your—your bag,” he remembered, pointing at it next to the bed, glancing up at him and licking his lips, letting out a breath, keeping himself calm, smoothly bringing a knee up to hide his crotch from Kurt a little sheepishly. He wasn’t embarrassed that Kurt affected him like that, but he didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. Especially since they couldn’t do much about it. 

There was really nothing quite like kissing. Wherever it was, hands, mouths, necks, backs…Blaine could very seriously say that kissing—having his mouth meet someone else’s body, especially when that someone was the boy he was in love with, his soulmate, was one of the greatest pastimes in the world. It was care at its rawest definition, cherish. He kept pressing his lips up the column of Kurt’s neck, making soft sounds with each press and release of his mouth against his skin and smiling, letting Kurt’s hand trail up the side of his arm, to his back and to his hair, touching him there again and he made a soft noise in return, humming low in his throat, vibrations coursing to his lips, where they vibrated lightly against Kurt’s neck. He could have spent hours and days and months like this, with Kurt, holding each other, kissing. At Kurt’s words, he let out a small laugh, shaking his head a little because he wasn’t perfect. Not by a long shot. As a matter of fact, he was very much imperfect, clearly shown in the way he kept messing up. But then Kurt was straying to doing things and right—he was naked. Over him. Right. Pulling back, Blaine flickered his eyes up to Kurt’s to meet them for a moment, until he was tugging at his hair, and he grudgingly shifted further up onto his hands, hovering over him.

“I’m sorry,” he said, honestly, still smiling down at him and leaning over for one quick peck more on the lips. “I wasn’t thinking about that. You’re right. My nakedness is probably alluding to things that aren’t happening right now,” he admitted, pushing himself up and swinging his legs off to the side so he could stand up and quickly cross the room over to his closet, where he picked out a pair of briefs and slid them on, not wanting to make Kurt further uncomfortable parading his dick around. Maybe another day. Grabbing a pair of mustard capris, he slid them on and took a white shirt, putting that on as well before padding over to Kurt on the bed. “Now you need to put some proper clothes on, mister,” he teased him, poking at his side and leaning down to nuzzle their noses for a moment. “You can shower in my bathroom, if you’d like. I probably should have offered you first turn but my leg was stinking up the room, I’m sorry.”

Blaine kept kissing at his face, everywhere he could reach, Kurt’s soft lips now fitting properly against his own instead of having to lick at him to give him the semblance of a kiss, until he had tired himself out. Dropping to his elbows on either side of him, Blaine laid his entire body on top of him, not really even considering or thinking about the fact that he was naked, now, and instead watched his boyfriend with a big grin on his face, as Kurt reached up to his hair—he leaned into it; he loved Kurt touching his hair—and told him he loved him, too. Humming happily, Blaine leaned down with the intention of kissing him again when Kurt dropped back down with a groan. Raising his eyebrows, Blaine blinked at him a little. “What do you mean?” he asked, leaning down again and kissing at his jaw quietly, sucking lightly, lips sealing against the pristine skin underneath him, wondering how he was ever going to get enough of him.

Sure enough, as soon as his tongue had touched Kurt’s face, he was squirming underneath him, batting at him half-heartedly and whining, but laughing. He was laughing and laughter was such a happy, contagious sound, especially when it came from Kurt’s mouth, because to him it sounded like every adorable baby animal in the world making adorable baby animal noises at the same time, and bells tinkling and angels singing and he was getting too poetic but it was just the best thing ever and he loved his boyfriend. Finally, Kurt fell back on the bed and Blaine stopped licking him. He loved him too, he’d understood. This was very good. Kurt reached up to caress at the fur of his muzzle and face, and once again, Blaine leaned into it, eyes still bright and nodding eagerly at his words. Yes, he was happy, it was amazing, he loved him so much—he turned his face again to lick at his palm.

But it was rather frustrating to be a wolf and not be able to communicate with another person. It had never happened to him before—every time he’d been in this shape, he’d been with other wolves, and they had telepathy. He looked back at Kurt, spread out back on his bed—his bed—and leaving his scent all over his room; urgh, he should have done this a while ago. And he couldn’t help it; dipping his head, he shifted again, head, body, legs, and collapsed on top of his boyfriend on the bed, leaning up to kiss him properly, framing his face with his hands as he kissed eagerly at his mouth, humming happily into it. “Mmph,” he said, pressing kisses all over his face. “Love you—so much—perfect—love you.”

He was. He was so lucky Kurt hadn’t run away yet—this was, in a way, the last test, was it not? Seeing him fully like this, fully a wolf, an animal, and Kurt was still there. Still touching him, still loving him, still being able to realize that it was him under the fur and claws. And that meant more to him than anything he could properly verbalize. Kurt’s hand went back to scratch behind his ear, and Blaine hummed again, a soft growl building low in his throat as he leaned further into the touch, his left hind leg tapping incessantly against the floor of his bedroom in time with the flap of his tail as he let himself get lost in the feel of it. It was just so good, so good… and there was something about really being in his wolf form around Kurt. Like the link that binded him to him in mind and soul had strengthened, and he didn’t have to have his eyes open to see him—he could feel him there. Could feel the shape of his body, the beat of his heart, could sense his mood and the way he was almost relaxed around him, and Blaine relaxed as well, as Kurt leaned down to hold his face in his hands.

Settling his head down on Kurt’s palms, Blaine stared right ahead into Kurt’s eyes, so much sharper, the colors brighter, like this, tongue back in his mouth now. Kurt’s words warmed his heart, and he mimicked a smile the best that he could while in this state, cheeks pushing up against Kurt’s skin before his hands moved away and he stepped back to sit down on the edge of his bed again. Blaine reacted on instinct, and pushed himself up to stand on four legs again, following his mate even before Kurt motioned for him to come over. He was so happy he was about to burst with joy and love and everything he was feeling for him right now because they belonged to each other, now more than ever, and Blaine pushed up on the floor and rested his paws on either side of Kurt’s thighs on the bed, leaning over him, so much taller now, and let out a soft bark, quietly, before leaning down and starting to lap at Kurt’s face eagerly, licking at his cheeks and over his mouth and nose and chin, eagerly, tongue long and wide and flat against his jaw as he kissed him in his own way, something at the back of his mind telling him that Kurt was going to kill him for this, and not really caring right now. It was the only way he could say ‘I love you, I love you, I love you, you’re perfect, I love you’ without words.

Kurt’s fingers were threading through the fur at the top of his head, scratching a little, and Blaine kept humming contentedly, happy that his boyfriend was there, seeing him in his true form and still there, still laughing a little, face bright and seemingly okay with all of this. The fingers Blaine was quickly coming to love started scratching behind his ear and oh god if that didn’t feel amazing. Another low groan left his lips and Blaine tilted his head further against Kurt’s hand, seeking more of that scratching because dear god it was so good, so good, really good, and it struck him that it was probably a rather erogenous zone. Like when Kurt kissed that spot when he was human, scratching it like this was…yep, it was getting him excited. Happy with the realization for a moment, Blaine closed his eyes and let the feeling wash over him until Kurt’s hand moved down, making him open his eyes, and trailed it down his neck to the side of his body. Blaine’s eyes fixed up on his face, still, letting him touch him wherever he wanted, shifting again on the ground and inching further forward, to press his muzzle against the first spot of Kurt he could touch, which was the front of his thigh, and nuzzled there again.

Then Kurt started speaking, and Blaine listened, ears perked up as he listened to his words, asking if he could understand him and wondering if he was talking to himself and Blaine pulled back, looked up at Kurt’s face and fixed him the best ‘bitch please’ look he could muster. After a raised eyebrow, Blaine let his jaw hang open, tongue lolling out and panting happily, flapping his tail against the wall behind him when Kurt called him beautiful and amazing and sniffed up his thigh again, licking at a strip of skin exposed between his pajama bottoms and shirt as it rode up, flicking his tongue against it in thanks. 

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.

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.