A/N : Well as almost all fanfics say, review plz. This is a one-shot but if I get enough good reviews and likes and yadda yadda for it I may make it a story. I don't mind flames. Sorry for the OOCs & any other mistakes, I'm new to this and I tried my best.
Disclaimer: I don't own glee or any of the cast but I do own my OCs
KURT P.O.V.
I was walking towards the greeting room when I started chuckling, realizing that us hybrids really did need a greeting room and greeting time separate from everything else. In our world everyone is a hybrid, part human and part animal, and when we are meeting someone we would like to get to know or just feel comfortable around, we literally just rub against them ,usually just hugging each other, and smell them, so pretty much that is our greeting hence, the greeting room for this orientation. When I walked in I smiled at the thought of all the new people I got to meet. Immediately noticing all of the smells permeating the air I realized I wouldn't have to "greet" many people, once you know their smell you can recognize them without even having seen them before. It's easier having this specific room because most of the hybrid's scents are already in here but the people who walked in most recently, like me, will hug some people then just let their scent get into the air. Something I really like about our noses is that we don't have to smell other people's pheromones all the time, I guess you could say it's like a setting because we can do things like search for a specific aroma and our olfaction will just block out all other smells, also it's really interesting how you can be very broad with your choices, like just apple pie instead of apple pie with a hint of cinnamon. Right as I was walking over to sit at a new looking gray-blue couch and talk to a boy I "recognized", out of the corner of my eye I saw a handsome boy with overly gelled curly hair, it made me want to pet him, but I didn't recognize him so he might be new too. By the looks of it he was a wolf, his wagging gray tail sticking out of the back of his pants and his abnormally small, soft looking ears just sticking out of that hair I so wanted to wash. I walked over to him to meet him and maybe even become his actual friend because he seemed really nice but what was really funny was that as I started to approach him I realized how short he was, how weird, especially for a werewolf. I clasped his hand in my own hoping it would seem like a warm inviting gesture and told him, "My name is Kurt, what's yours.?", "Blaine, and what kind of cat are you, I'm a common gray wolf, so I'm not really special but I've never seen your breed of cat before.?". I blushed, embarrassed that he noticed that I was different and not truly understanding the tingling going on in my stomach. But I responded with what hopefully sounded like a haughty and prideful tone, "I am a calico, one of the rarest breed of cats in the world.", hopefully not offending him by that statement I held my arms outstretched waiting for the inevitable hug that I actually liked. When he hugged me he smelled just wonderful, he was so intoxicating I didn't want to let go, I wanted to smell him forever. He was, I guess you could say delicious smelling, it made me want to … oh god, is this my mate's scent.?
BLAINE
When I hugged this beautiful boy, rare calico too, that just seemingly appeared out of nowhere and talked to me with a lot of haughtiness but he also seemed very pure-hearted, he smelled like strawberries and pure sweetness and I knew he was my mate. But I'm not sure when I should tell him about my being the prince of werewolves and all.
ALL P.O.V.
Blaine leaned down, his face a mask of desire, whispered, "You're mine.", and kissed Kurt.
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