A/N: …This started out as a Kurt/Wes fic in 2012. In early January 2013, it turned into Kadam. And now, it's Wert again.

I hope it stays that way!

Summary: Human in the waking world, but in his dreams he takes on a more spotted form. A world that is all his own to explore and learn, until another comes into his domain. Ice blue eyes meet crystalized teal ones, and a connection is formed between Kurt and the new stranger in their shared dream world. Is he just something Kurt's Felidae form brought up, or is he more dangerous than Kurt could ever imagine?

Warnings: Takes place throughout Season 3 after It's Not Right But It's Ok, but will be AU(some parts will come from the show, but most will deviate from it), Wert, supernatural, angst, POSSIBLE TRIGGERS(Depending on how the story goes, this does not apply to the first chapter and parts with triggers will be marked beforehand and can probably be avoided without missing much from the story.), NOT KLAINE FRIENDLY.

Chapter 1: The first time I woke up and remembered, I knew I never wanted to again

Crunching leaves, harsh pants, branches breaking, noises, seeming to be everywhere yet nowhere at the same time. He was dreaming, Kurt knew that much. But it seemed so real, the feeling of the leaves, the burn in his lungs, and something he couldn't quite pinpoint.

In the waking world, he was tossing and turning in his own bed, hands gripping the sheets like a lifeline. His breathing was just as harsh as it was in the dream, his heart was hammering so fast, almost inhumane.

The dream, he was being chased. Chased far away from wherever it was he started out. His heart was beating just as fast here as it was in the other world. He could tell what it was chasing him. Fear. Something he felt so often now that he was back at McKinley. Dave may not be a threat anymore, but the rest of the football team and hockey team were still there. And now, he had a new threat.

The fear was taking on a corporeal form. And just before its jaws could clamp shut around him, a loud bark woke him up. Kurt sat up quickly in bed. He barely registered that he had screamed when he saw the sharp teeth trying to tear into him. It didn't register fully until his dad tore open his bedroom door, seeing Kurt trying to get his breathing under control and his heart to slow down.

"Kiddo," Burt walked over to Kurt's bed, sitting down next to his son. He rested one hand on Kurt's back and continued, "Are you alright? It was just a nightmare."

"'M fine daddy." Kurt's voice was hoarse. He wondered if he had only screamed once, or more. In the dream, he had only panted with the effort to get away. "It's nothing, I'm alright."

"Come on, let's get some water for you."

Kurt stood up, his legs shaking with the effort. 'It feels like I was training with the Cheerios again…but how? It was just a dream.' He shook the thoughts away as he followed his father downstairs to the kitchen. Carole was up as well, getting ready to go into work. She was an EMT, but certain things gave her a bit of leeway with the hours. Mainly her son's school problems that they had yet to diagnose, and her step-son's frequent nightmares and asthma, both caused by bullying. Of course, he was born with the asthma, his mother had it and the medical problem was passed to him. It only showed up after the Middle School football team pelted him with balloons filled with Yellow dye no. 5. He had a pretty bad allergic reaction to it that triggered the asthma.

"Carole, where's his inhaler?" Burt asked, getting a glass of water for Kurt.

Carole ushered Kurt into a chair. "I have it right here, was it the nightmares again?" She asked Kurt.

Kurt took the inhaler from her before nodding. "Nightmares…they seem so real."

He gratefully took the glass from his father, downing it in seconds as Carole rubbed his back with one hand. His parents shared a concern look over the top of his head. Kurt glanced at the clock, seeing the time like a ticking time bomb.

4:47 A.M.

A little early, even for him. School didn't start until 8, and he always woke up at 6. If Finn was awake early enough, the two would leave around 7:45, plenty of time to get to school. If he didn't wake up, Kurt would leave at 7:50 and Finn could take his own truck instead of riding with Kurt in the Navigator.

"I'm gonna go back to bed." Kurt murmured, handing the glass back to Burt.

"Alright kiddo. Do you want me to call you in for school so you can get some more sleep? You look like you need it."

Kurt knew he needed it. He saw his reflection in the glass. He looked horrible, even with the moisturizers he used. It was because he wasn't sleeping. Because the nightmares got worse after…

He shook his head to clear it, biting on his tongue. He didn't want to think about that. Not that, it was the past. It didn't matter. "Thanks dad." He whispered.

Burt and Carole let him go back up to bed after that. Kurt didn't go back to sleep though, the memory of snapping jaws and loud barking was still too close for him to even close his eyes for longer than it took to blink. He just sat there against his pillows, hugging his knees to his chest.

It was a quick decision to turn on the night light hidden away in the back of his closet until sunrise.

~.~.~.~

Kurt listened intently to his father and step-brother moving about the house at seven thirty. He still hadn't gone back to sleep. Burt had called the school a few minutes earlier to tell them that Kurt was staying home, but Finn seemed to have not heard as he barged into Kurt's room.

"Come on Kurt, we're gonna be late."

"I'm not going." Kurt said.

Finn tilted his head a bit to the side in confusion. "Why not?"

"Nightmares." Kurt offered the answer.

"Oh," Finn went quiet, knowing just how bad Kurt's nightmares could get. People always called him stupid, but to Kurt he was pretty bright. So what if he didn't know the square root of twelve? Kurt couldn't recall it off the top of his head either. His brother was smarter in different ways, like knowing how to cheer someone up most of the time. Or knowing when they wanted to be left alone. "Want me to grab your homework?"

"Please?" Kurt asked him. Even if he was missing school, it was no excuse to miss homework, not if Finn was offering to get it for him.

"No problem." He turned to leave before stopping. "Kurt…was the nightmare about the other night? When Blaine-"

"Yes Finn." Kurt cut him off. "Please, just…don't mention it again."

Finn nodded, turning to give Kurt a quick hug and a kiss on the top of his head before leaving. Kurt blinked in shock, it wasn't the first time Finn showed affection towards him, but every time he did Kurt was left speechless. They had come so far from being enemies through the football team, to step-brothers who were an unstoppable duo if one was ever unfortunate enough to try and bully Kurt when Finn was around. They also did a few amazing duets together, but only their parents knew that.

Kurt turned off the nightlight, forgetting it was still on, and walked downstairs to get some breakfast. He was going towards the fridge, when he noticed a plate of fruit and cream cheese dip and a cup of milk already placed at his spot on the table. His dad was sitting across from it, waiting for Kurt to sit down. He walked to the table and sat quietly, using his fork to pick up a piece of fruit and dip it in the cream cheese before biting into it.

"I take it you didn't get any more sleep?" Burt broke the silence between the two of them.

Kurt shook his head, swallowing the fruit piece. "No. I've been up since the nightmare."

Burt nodded. "After you eat, go rest. I'm taking the day off to keep an eye on you."

Kurt didn't argue, but he didn't agree either.

Nonetheless, an hour after breakfast, Kurt was back in that dream world. Things were more at peace now. The sun was shining down on the forest-like area that Kurt was in, and he could focus. All around him, things seemed more… defined.

'Well this certainly is new.' He looked around, and it was like he was seeing a whole new world. Everything was so different. The trees were taller, flowers closer to him, everything was just so new. He could see how the shadows blended into one another, how the light hitting tree leaves just right reflected a hidden color off of the dew. The leaves seemed shades brighter, and tree trunks shades darker. He could almost count the individual pieces of bark on the trees from where he stood.

His hearing was also new. He could hear a squirrel, chattering away in one of the new trees. A mouse or vole was scrambling along the forest floor. Three birds, sparrows? Flew away into the sky from nearby. There was a creek not far from him, a gentle stream that seemed to be never ending. And there, just barely in his hearing range, the soft steps of a newborn fawn. They were unsteady, but Kurt could hear them.

He liked this world. It was different from his nightmare world, different from the waking world. It was peace, a serenity he never wanted to leave. But just staying in one spot would do nothing but bore him. So he stood up and,

He took one paw-step forward. That was when he noticed something he hadn't before. But it made sense, the taller trees, closer flowers, and his speed in his nightmare.

It was because he wasn't himself. He wasn't standing on two legs, but on four. He didn't have feet, they were powerful paws, with claws that sunk into the earth and churned the soil like it was nothing. Long gone were the designer clothes he always wore, to be replaced with snowy gray fur, from the looks of his paws. He couldn't help but look behind him. And yes, there it was. A long, winding tail. Dark fur circled the snowy gray in rings around the extra appendage he now held. The fur on the underside was almost a pure white.

'Such strange colors, for a forest cat.' Kurt thought to himself. He looked more ready to be in a mountain than in all these trees. 'Maybe that's where I ran from.' His muscles tensed as he thought about the nightmare more. Could he have run from a mountain rage? How far away was one? He couldn't tell with his current location, it was nowhere that he had ever been.

"This is all so different." His ears perked up at the sound of his voice. The translation from meows to clear English took only but a second, as if he had spoken both all his life. "Woah."

Kurt took a few tentative steps forward. It was his dream after all, why shouldn't he explore it a bit? Maybe he could find that creek and have a look at himself. It didn't take him long to get used to using four paws to get around instead of two feet. The nightmare gave him plenty of time to run, now though he was at a slow trot. Faster than a walk, but not fast enough to tire him out easily. He used his ears to guide him to the creek, and jumped at the rumbling that came from him when he found the sound was getting louder.

'Is that…purring? I can purr?' The sound continued, and he smiled. 'I can purr.'

He reached the creek and peered over the bank to see himself. Familiar blue-gold eyes stared back at him, a teal tint the only thing separating them from his human eyes. His fur was dotted with darker spots, and around his eyes dark fur accented the teal coloring. His ears were the same dark color, but his muzzle was a pure white.

He couldn't help but love this dream. Everything was so… perfect. There were almost no words for it. 'After the week I've had, I think I deserve some perfect.' Although he had just had a glass of milk not long ago, he was feeling pretty thirsty. For a dream, the thirst sure did seem real. He shook the feeling off and leaned his head down. 'It can't be that hard to drink as a cat, I've see Brittany's do it enough when I'm over there.' He lapped at the cool water, eyes widening as he did. His sense of taste was different too. Usually, water had no taste to him, unless he added in some flavor packet to it. Now though, it tasted of coolness, spring, and other animals.

He raised his head up, keeping his mouth open and breathing in. It was something instinctual, he didn't think as he did it. The scents were even more powerful when he did though. There were so many different ones that it was hard to point them all out. He didn't know most of them, but one was pretty easy to point out. The smell of wild parsley, he used it often enough when he cooked. It was actually his favorite.

~.~.~.~

All too soon, he could feel the familiar pull of his body waking up. His paws slowly became transparent, and he couldn't help but watch them. It didn't hurt, there was actually no feeling to it. He was simply going back to the waking world. He looked up, desperate to get even just one glance of something new in his surroundings before he awoke.

And he got his wish, as intense, blue eyes that shone like ice chips, stared right back at him. He blinked once, and when his eyes opened, he was back in his bedroom. His phone said it was nearly noon, a five hour nap. It also said that he had quite a few messages from different people. He chose to ignore those for now and got up. He felt hungry, but strangely, he wasn't thirsty. And the taste of coolness, spring, and other animals was still fresh on his tongue.

"You better have a good reason as to why you are not in the choir room."

Kurt began to wonder exactly why it was Rachel that called him. After eating and watching some TV with his dad, Kurt returned to his room to read through the text messages. He ended up deleting four, and replying to the five others. And soon after that, Rachel had called him.

"I'm sick." He explained. "There's no way I could come to school today, besides," he looked at the inhaler beside his bed. "I need to get the refill for my inhaler before I can come to school. Or would you rather me have an asthma attack and be out of your way so you can have all the solos as always?" Kurt finished with a snip. Nightmares or not, there was no reason to lose his title as Ice Queen of McKinley.

"We need to start practicing for Nationals! Now I know you're sore about what happened between you and Blaine," Kurt growled lowly as she mentioned it. "But you deserved it."

"Did you not hear me? I'm sick." Kurt snapped. "Get it through your thick head"

"What happened between Kurt and the other dolphin?" Brittany asked quietly in the background. "I mean, he came here and then my Kurtie got all sad. He started screaming when we had a sleepover and Lord Tubbington had to wake him up with a bad smelling ball of yarn."

"Don't worry about Britt, I gots this." Kurt could hear Rachel protest something weakly before Santana spoke loud and clear. "Porce, Coach wants you after school. She said if you're sick then you need to call her. And don't worry about the refill, Britt has your extra here so your dad can get it when you're at school tomorrow." She paused for a second, "And Mike and Tina say to get well soon."

Kurt smiled softly. If only it were that easy. "Thanks…and I'll call her. I should do that now actually, see what she wants."

"You should. And you should tell Britt what happened between you and preppy five-year-old."

"Kurt dated a five-year-old?" Brittany questioned.

"Maybe you need another name for him, so Britt doesn't think I'm a pedophile." Kurt laughed lightly before sobering. "I'll tell her at our next sleepover, it's tomorrow right?"

"Yes it is and you better tell her. I'll hang up now so you can call coach."

"Bye San." Kurt hit the end button before going to his contacts and pulling up the only teacher's number he had. "Hi Aunt Sue!"

Of course, the woman wasn't really his aunt, but after he came back from Dalton she just sort of fell into the role. He would always hang around her office during free periods, and she made sure he had protection from bullies at all times. He just started calling her 'Aunt Sue' at the end of last year, and she never stopped him.

"Porcelain, I want you back on the Cheerios starting tomorrow. I won't have my secret weapon getting slushied every other day and ruining that voice." Sue commanded.

Kurt smiled. "I was just gonna ask if I could rejoin. I- I don't really want to be in Glee Club right now. Maybe later, but if he's there, I just can't right now."

"I'll have Sandbags and Blondie bring your outfit to you. And if the practices ever get to be too much then just sit them out, and do not forget your inhaler and stretches!"

"I promise I won't." Kurt agreed.

He hung up after that and looked at the clock. It was close to one, which meant his step-brother wouldn't be home for another hour and a half, and Carole should be back in about thirty minutes. 'Maybe another nap? See if I can't get back into that dream.'Kurt got comfortable underneath the quilt on his bed, subconsciously curling up and resting his hands near his head low on the pillow.

His eyes slowly shut, and the next time he opened them, all he could see was darkness. As his eyes adjusted though, he found himself in a small den. Above him were the roots of a tree, allowing a bit of sunlight in between them. His paws lightly batted at what he was laying on, a layer of what seemed to be moss, ferns, and willow branches. A new scent hit his nose in the den, one he didn't quite find during his first trip. Kurt looked around.

"What's that?" His ears flattened as he saw what it was. "Ugh…I may be a forest cat, but come on, I'll eat fancy feast before I eat a mouse!" His mind wandered to how he got into the den in the first place. When he last left, he was by the river. "Dreams are so weird." He muttered, standing up and stretching. The powerful muscles that stretched taunt under his fur and skin were a welcome relief from just the skin and bones his human body possessed. He had some muscle, but recent events had stopped his progress on getting them toned.

The sun felt warm on his back as he padded out of the den. It was the same forest, as far as he could tell. He took a few seconds to smooth down the fur on his chest, he didn't realize he was doing it until the third lick. The cat things were just so odd for him, his mind was screaming at him to find a way out. But something in his heart pulled him into the forest, pulled him into this form in his dreams. His pawsteps were still a bit unsteady, and he stumbled over roots and a few stray branches, but he was following the pull. Kurt could pick up the scents of different animals, squirrels, mice, even another cat or two. His mind just automatically pulled up pictures of the animals as he came across the scents. Squirrels reminded him of acorns, pines, and strangely of Puck. Mice had a more earthy smell, and the sweet scent reminded him of Tina and Quinn.

He felt a pang of sorrow in his chest as he remembered the two girls. Two of his swans. They weren't his swans any longer though, he only had two now.

The spotted cat shook off the feeling. It was the past now.

The two cat scents, one reminded him of the sharp scent that Dalton held within its walls. There was another with it, similar to the first. The separate scent, reminded him of flowers, of love, of home.

His ears perked up at the scent. With the smell of flowers and love and home, was one that he remembered oh so clearly. The same one that he could smell in the ornament he made for Christmas, the same one that haunted his nightmares for seven long years. He mewed only one word,

"Mom."

And awoke to Finn lying down beside him.

That night was another nightmare.

After Finn had woken him up from his nap, Kurt saw it was only three. He wanted to go back to sleep so badly, to follow the scent to wherever it may lead. But he couldn't. Not even with Finn's warmth beside him. He was wide awake, his body fully rested after not being able to sleep for so long. Finn had been sent up by Burt to check on him, and told Kurt that he was freezing, that the whole room was freezing. Even under the blanket, Kurt could feel the cold. It was such a drastic difference from the warmth he felt on his back. So Finn laid down with him, hoping to warm his step-brother up.

It worked, and around three fifteen, the two boys were downstairs doing homework as Carole told them of her day. She always had the most ridiculous stories of things that people called in for. After homework was done and Carole had moved to the kitchen to cook, Finn went to his room to play video games and Kurt stayed downstairs to read Vogue as his father watched some game on TV. It was a typical day, except for the silence that filled the room where Kurt's cell would usually be. But the device was upstairs, turned off after his chat with Sylvester. He would not mind if it never rang again, except for if it was San, Britt, or the cheerleading coach.

But that was too much to ask for. He knew it would ring again. He knew who it would be. And he was dreading that talk so much.

Night came soon after dinner, and Kurt was exhausted again. Carole made sure he had eaten everything, and Burt just watched in amazement. His son always had a small apatite, yet here was Carole, making him eat just like Elizabeth used to do if Kurt was being fussy. Both Burt and Carole noticed Kurt's apatite slowly getting smaller and smaller one day after school, and Carole had enough. Obviously it was affected the boy badly if his nightmares were coming back and he was always tired, she could tell he lost weight too.

All of the food had made him sleepy, and he was fast asleep by ten thirty, after making sure the nightlight was on. But all it could do was chase away the monsters in the waking world. His dream world, his nightmares, were like an open invitation. All he could do in the waking world was toss and turn, biting his lip to keep from screaming. His hands had a tight grip on the sheets again, and his blood pounded in his body.

Kurt.

The nightmare world, he was once again a cat, once again being chased by the fear that was taking on a corporeal form. The bark this time, did not wake him. He dared to glance back, and he wished that he never had.

It looked like a dog, barked like one, but with piercing red eyes and a wicked grin as it chased him. Its paws left a sticky substance behind as it gave chase, the same substance dripped from its body where fur should have been.

Kurt felt as if his heart would burst out of his chest, it was beating so fast.

Kurt, sweetheart.

He couldn't hear the voice, but gave his own to a screeching yelp as the form's claws connected with his left foreleg. The blow was enough to send him tumbling to the ground.

Kurt. Wakeup.

He tried, he tried so hard to listen to the voice, to hear what it was saying and to obey it. But as the creature loomed over him, all he could do was shut his eyes.

"Kurt!"

A yowled forced his eyes to open, no matter how much he just wanted them to close. Something had slammed into the creature, forcing it back. The creature snarled, the sound coming from it unlike anything Kurt had heard. He scrambled to his paws, looking at what had saved him.

"Run you idiot!" It was another cat, one that he had scented before. He was a bit bulkier than Kurt, with his tail held high in pride behind him. His fur was fluffed out, making him seem even larger, and his lips were drawn back in a snarl of his own, revealing gleaming white teeth. But no matter how fierce the cat looked, he was just so small compared to the dog creature! How could Kurt leave him?

His question was answered as the thing came at the other cat. The cat's eyes glowed for a second, and the dog ran into something invisible. Its teeth snapped at the cat, but could not touch him. "Did you not hear me?" The cat hissed. "Run!"

Wake up, my son.

The dog saw him again, its paw came slamming down.

And Kurt awoke in his own bed once more, but this time, there was no scream to follow.

A/N: Not much dialogue in this chapter, but it's just Chapter 1, so don't worry! I meant to be a bit vague with things too, not so much with the dreams, but what is going on in the waking world. The warning at the top should explain what happened before this though.

And as I stated in the warnings, this is a supernatural(not the show) story. It combines a few different elements from different shows/books, the ones that are visible and easily found right now, are Warriors(the forest setting, the nest Kurt woke up in, and Kurt's feline build are all based on ThunderClan cats and things, and the dreams are based off of the Warriors series as a whole.) and of course, Glee. More will make an appearance, but there is only one that plays a HUGE role in this story.

This will (hopefully) be the only A/N that is super long, because it is Chapter 1.

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING MENTIONED IN THIS STORY. NOT WARRIORS, NOT GLEE, NOT THE OTHER SHOWS/BOOKS THAT WILL BE MIXED IN. I OWN NO BRAND NAMES, NOR THE SITES THIS IS POSTED ON.

I hope you liked this chapter, and expect chapter 2 to be up ASAP. And for those of you who read this who are waiting for Paradise Lost, I can assure you, the next chapter is almost done. I just have to figure out a few kinks I have in the plot(I've written out a chapter that is way ahead of where I am now, and I'm just lining everything up to match that chapter.) and for your patience, here's a little sneak peak: Cale and Kurt have a heart to heart that includes Burt, and it's not as awkward as they thought it would be. Meanwhile, back at Dalton, two students are growing closer together, and another two can't seemed to fit their string onto their fingers, not with the knot being so small.