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?”
Kurt sucked in a small breath at the look Blaine gave him, his eyes widened slightly with wonder and hope at the fact that Kurt had thought about maybe one day becoming like him. Kurt gave him a small, almost timid nod at his question because yes, he has thought of it, albeit not much…but that was most likely going to change soon too. Now that the thought had planted itself in his head he was pretty sure he was going to be thinking about it much more often now. He looked down when he felt Blaine’s hand move over his and he turned it over, letting Blaine’s palm slide over his and lacing their fingers together gently on the bed between them. He glanced up again quickly to see Blaine doing the same, staring down at their linked hands as he spoke quietly again.
Kurt nodded when Blaine said he loved him and was completely okay with how they were at the moment because Kurt knew he was, he knew just how much he meant to Blaine and how important what they had was to him. His head shot up again when Blaine mentioned living forever because he had assumed that, sure, but now he knew it one-hundred percent. He swallowed thickly at the thought. As long as nothing bad happened, Blaine would live forever. And he wouldn’t. He was human. He could die any second and even if he lived a long and healthy life, he would still die eventually, seventy maybe eighty years tops. He thought back to a story his mother used to read to him, about a girl meeting an immortal family and falling in love with their youngest son. The son lived forever but the girl chose to stay mortal instead. Kurt never really liked the ending, would have always preferred if the girl chose to live forever with the boy. He looked over Blaine’s face and thought about leaving him, not out of choice but because he died. He honestly didn’t doubt the fact that Blaine couldn’t live without him. He then thought back to the last month they’d had together. It hadn’t been long but for the most part, it had been amazing. He’d been looking forward to having years with Blaine just the same. But now he could have it forever, literally until the end of the time. To say it was tempting would have been an understatement. He bit his lip and looked down as his mind began to overload with thoughts and memories and ideas and he took a long breath before looking up back into Blaine’s eyes, “I um…I don’t really…have an answer? I-I know you being a wolf and all means you always must have assumed that you’d be mated with another wolf so I make things…difficult, I guess. But I just…don’t really know right now. I’m not…saying no, I just don’t really know…right now. Is that 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?”
Kurt rolled his eyes but smiled softly at him, keeping it to himself that he honestly preferred Blaine without the hairgel. He smiled a bit wider when Blaine turned his head last minute so he’d be kissed on the lips instead and he hummed quietly when Blaine’s fingers threaded through his hair. He never let anyone touch his hair, but god did he love when Blaine did it. He flushed when Blaine spoke again and even winked at him, realizing that they were alone for the whole day, had the whole house to themselves. He wanted Blaine, he pretty much always did, especially since the last time they were together. Kurt wanted to experience what he could with Blaine. Sure he wasn’t ready for everything, but some things he was pretty sure he could handle. But Blaine respected the fact that he wasn’t ready for everything, so Kurt wasn’t going to push Blaine into something he wasn’t ready for, regardless of the fact that they both apparently wanted it. They’d get there one day, he knew, so he was willing to wait.
He stayed silent when Blaine turned towards him, his finger trailing down his side. He felt the change then, the happiness and playfulness dissipating into something more serious. Kurt turned then, too, hiking a leg up onto the bed to fully face his boyfriend. He furrowed his brow in concern when Blaine spoke, asking quietly if he could ask something. He nodded, “Yeah, of course. Honey, you can ask me anything.” He agreed, wondering just what Blaine was thinking of at that moment. His confusion grew when Blaine spoke again, stopping for a moment before asking his question. Kurt’s eyes widened minutely, frozen at the question. Be like him? As in…? “Y-you mean…like you? Like…a wolf?” He asked quietly, tilting his head to the side a bit. He’d never given it much thought, to be honest. He’d had fleeting ideas of it, sure, thinking of how much easier it would make certain things, but the thoughts only lasted for a few moments before reality and his responsibilities set in. “I-I um…I guess? Only like…once or twice but…I don’t really know. M-my dad—” That had been his main concern his entire life, his father. Burt had always been his responsibility, even now despite the fact that he had remarried. But the thought of being with Blaine, being like Blaine…”Why do you ask?”
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.
Kurt glanced over when Blaine motioned towards his bag and he made his way over, swallowing thickly. He looked over at Blaine and his eyes widened minutely as he began to blush because no matter how many times Blaine told him (or how many ways Blaine showed him) Kurt still couldn’t believe that he could affect Blaine that way, could actually turn him on. He bit his lip as he grabbed the bag and brought up on top of the bed, rustling around in it until he took out gray briefs along with a pair of black jeans and just a normal long-sleeved gray shirt. He slipped the underwear on under the towel before loosening it on his waist and letting it drop to the floor. He was hyper-aware of Blaine’s eyes on him as he slid his jeans on, glad they weren’t his tightest pair because then he’d have the humiliating task of having to jump around and lay on the bed to get them on and he’d rather Blaine not have to witness that.
He left the shirt off for a moment, reaching down to grab the towel and run it over his head and across his chest and back again, catching any falling droplets. He frowned suddenly, realizing he forgot all of his hair supplies in his rush to get out of his house and back to the safety of the Anderson’s. He scrubbed the towel slowly through his hair again, sure it was sticking up all over the place and he sighed, “I forgot all of my hair stuff at home,” He said sadly, glancing down at his bag again as if it would all magically appear suddenly. He bit his lip and looked over at Blaine’s own head, curls soft and gel-free and he sighed again. “You’re lucky I love you enough to see me in this state.” He mumbled, “I wouldn’t be caught dead going out in public like this.” He walked back to the bathroom to hang the towel, resolutely not looking into the mirror and walked back out, sitting on the edge of the bed near Blaine and leaning over to kiss his cheek softly before grabbing his shirt and slipping it over his head. “So,” he started again, “I’m yours, for the whole day. What do you wanna do?”
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.”
Kurt shook his head and rolled his eyes, telling Blaine that he had nothing to apologize for and he readily accepted the small kiss Blaine gave him. He stayed flat on the bed for a moment more, tilting his head to the side to watch as Blaine sat on the edge of the bed and then stood up, walking over to his closet. Blaine slid into yellow pants and Kurt snorted, thinking his boyfriend was probably the only person on the planet who not only owned a pair of high waters that color, but that could also pull them off. He sat up as Blaine made his way over and he ran a hand through his hair, grimacing at the thought of what he must have looked like at the moment. “Yeah, yeah,” Kurt agreed, glancing down at his pajamas which were sleep-wrinkled and had stray black hairs covering them in places. He actually smiled at that, something so silly as having Blaine’s fur woven into the fabric of his clothing. He hummed in agreement and smiled at Blaine, liking the idea of having a warm shower.
“It’s fine, you needed it way more than I do,” He told Blaine, grinning at him teasingly before closing the distance and kissing him quickly, just a small peck before walking over to the bathroom. He debated for a moment before mentally shrugging. Blaine was beyond comfortable with his own body and he desperately wanted Kurt to be the same way. With that thought in mind Kurt reached down, pulling his shirt off and twisting around, flinging it at Blaine’s direction and grinning over his shoulder before walking into the bathroom and closing the door behind him. He showered quickly,a thrill shooting through him at the fact that he was in Blaine’s shower using all of Blaine’s things- his shampoo and conditioner, his bodywash. He briefly wondered if Blaine would have minded but then thought against it, the damage had been done anyways. He shut off the water and stepped out, running a towel through his hair and over his body quickly before realizing that he left his bag, and all of his clothes, in Blaine’s room. Okay. It’s just Blaine. He’s totally fine with being naked in front of you, and you have a towel. It’s just for a minute. And he’s your boyfriend. He secured the towel that was slung around his waist, ignoring the droplets of water still clinging to his hair and falling down his neck and back, before he took a deep breath, opening the door and walking out, heading straight for his bag on the other end of the room near the door where Cooper left it last night.
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.
Kurt let his eyes slip shut but stayed pressed back against the mattress, trying and failing to not think about his incredibly attractive, incredibly naked boyfriend draped on top of him. He huffed a short laugh through his nose when Blaine questioned him and was about to speak when Blaine’s mouth connected with his skin again, sucking under his jaw. Kurt’s arm came up, fingertips trailing over Blaine’s bicep and shoulder and resting on his back, fingers splaying out in Blaine’s hair, not so much gripping as just holding him there, fingers massaging the back of Blaine’s skull. He stayed quiet for a moment, letting out a low hum in the back of this throat at the feeling of Blaine on top of him before he spoke, “I mean that you’re perfect, like…really too perfect, and you’re the one that wanted to wait before we did anything again, and you’re making it really ha-difficult when you’re sprawled naked on top of me.”
He let Blaine continue what he was doing for a few more moments before he tugged gently at Blaine’s hair, ”O-okay, as much as I love what you’re doing right now you really should…put some clothes on.” He breathed it out quietly, part of him thinking that any loudness at the moment would disturb the sense of calm they’ve wrapped themselves in. Lying like this with his boyfriend, Kurt allowed himself to think that there was nothing bad in the world, that nothing could hurt them.
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.”
Kurt grinned, wide and happy, when Blaine nodded at him, taking in the brightness of his eyes and how it looked like he was smiling, even as a wolf. He was glad that just simply being here with Blaine was enough to make him happy. Kurt huffed a small laugh when Blaine stopped nuzzling into his hand, turning his head to lick at Kurt’s palm instead. Kurt loved the feelings of warmth and contentment flowing through him, loved that he felt safe and cared for and loved by simply just lying there. He loved that Blaine could do that for him without even trying. He continued to watch Blaine with half-lidded eyes, wondering just what Blaine was thinking of at that moment. He stayed still as Blaine moved over him again, his head ducking down. Kurt half-expected him to start licking at his face again, but it never came.
The air left Kurt in a whoosh when Blaine, now a human again, collapsed on top of him. Blaine barely gave his mind a moment to catch up with everything before he was suddenly everywhere, his hands coming up to frame his face and hold him gently and his lips connecting with every part of him that they could reach, finally slotting over Kurt’s own mouth. Kurt sighed into Blaine’s mouth and returned the kiss, lips turning up into a smile at the happy noises Blaine was making. It was only a few seconds before Blaine’s mouth detached from his and began moving all over, over his cheeks and chin and eyelids, kissing everywhere. Kurt grinned and brought a hand up, pushing the hair out of Blaine’s eyes as he stared up at him. “I love you too. So so much,” He breathed out, feeling like he was going to explode from how happy he felt. He then realized that Blaine as a human meant Blaine without clothes and he groaned, letting his head fall back with a dull thump against the comforter under his head, “You really are going to be the death of me, Blaine Anderson.”
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 wasn’t surprised when Blaine instantly followed him. It was like gravity, or satellites, the way they moved together, keeping almost-constant contact at all times. His eyed widened slightly when Blaine jumped up, his heavy paws resting heavily on either side of him. Blaine was huge, practically towering over him and Kurt had a split-second rush of adrenaline out of nowhere when Blaine barked (barked? do wolves bark? It wasn’t exactly a howl) even though he knew he was safe with Blaine. It washed away instantly when Blaine’s head ducked down to his level and he began licking eagerly at Kurt’s face. “Blaine!” Kurt yelled out, laughing and scrunching his eyes shut as Blaine continued to lick him. He halfheartedly pushed at Blaine’s body, a fleeting thought of black fur covering his clothes running through his mind before it disappeared and he gave up, gasping for breaths in between his laughter, trying to continually twist his face away from Blaine.
“Okay, okay, I love you too!” he breathed out, collapsing back into the bed, grin still wide on his face. He tilted his head back down to glance at Blaine still hovering over him and he reached up, running his fingers through the fur on Blaine’s muzzle and the side of his face. “I’m guessing this makes you happy? Me being okay with you…well, being you?”
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.
Kurt kept up his movements, fingers running through Blaine’s fur and smiling to himself when Blaine nuzzled against his leg. He glanced back at Blaine’s face when he pulled away and Kurt grinned cheekily at what he saw, could practically hear Blaine’s thoughts at him. He laughed as he tugged gently on one of Blaine’s ears, “Don’t give me that look. This is all new to me, you’re lucky I haven’t run screaming for the hills.” He returned his hand to Blaine’s ear, running his fingers over it gently before scratching behind it again, assuming from Blaine’s earlier reactions that he liked it.
He jumped and yelped when Blaine suddenly licked his side, surprised for a moment before rolling his eyes. “Human or not, you’re insatiable sometimes, huh.” He mused, watching at Blaine’s tongue lolled out again. He was suddenly reminded of a big dog and he bit his lip to keep from laughing at that, sure Blaine wouldn’t appreciate being compared to a house pet. He reached over with both his hands to grab Blaine’s face, staring into his eyes for a moment before speaking quietly, “I still keep waiting to wake up sometimes, ya know. Like…this is all one big elaborate dream. But it’s not. This is real. You’re real.” He kept his gaze steady on Blaine’s eyes, different but the same as before. This was Blaine, this was the boy he loved. He let his hand drift back up to scratch at Blaine’s other ear lightly before backing up a few steps and sitting on the edge of Blaine’s bed. He had fleeting thoughts of living that way, of not being human, of being like Blaine. He wondered what it’d be like, what he’d look like. He sighed, suddenly reminded of something Rachel had said to him a few days ago. She called him crazy, said it was like he was lobotomized because of how easily he accepted Blaine and his world. Maybe…maybe it was because he belonged in it. Everyone hated him in his world…and maybe it’s because he wasn’t meant for it. Maybe he really was meant for Blaine. He pushed the thoughts away and motioned Blaine to come forward again.
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.