So…this is just a little starter to a story I was going to do ages and ages ago. It was basically interchangeable (plot-wise) with Everything a Big Bad Wolf Could Want. David being a werewolf is just the one I ended up going with (and I'm glad, because one of my favorite authors ended up doing a dragon-Dave fic that had too many similar elements to this one). I may eventually flesh this out, but for now, it's just a one-off.

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The back seat of his parent's car was one of his favorite places to be. His mommy and daddy would take him on nice long drives and he could listen to them talk while he played with one of the toys they kept near his car seat for him or sometimes his daddy would turn on the radio and he could listen to his mommy sing along with it. If he were just with his mommy, they would sing together. If he were just with his daddy, his daddy would tell him all about cars or the different things they passed by on their way to wherever they went.

Right now, they were on their way to the food store while his mommy and daddy talked about something called eye-tem-eyes-ed dee-duck-shuns. He didn't know what that meant, but he liked words and he liked to say fun sounding words over and over in his head. He was in the back seat, playing with a Magna Doodle he kept in the side of his car seat, practicing making a big letter "K". His mommy told him that's what his name started with: "K" for Kurt Hummel.

"Burt, stop! Stop the car. Look over there." His mommy sounded excited – a happy excited though, not scared or angry. Kurt tried craning his neck to look out his window, but all he could see was trees.

"Look at that. He's too little to be all by himself. You think he's hurt?" Kurt hated not knowing what was going on. Dropping the Magna Doodle, he placed his hands on the arm rests of his car seat and pushed himself up as much as he could, straining against his buckles and belts, to see out his window as his dad pulled over to the side of the road.

His daddy had stopped the car beside a break in the tree line. There was a fairly small clearing, only the size of their backyard and there, at the back of the clearing, right next to the edge of the tree line, was a dragon. Kurt had seen dragons before; they were in movies and television shows and all of his favorite books had pretty pictures of dragons, but he'd never seen one in person before. No one he knew had.

It was smaller than he expected. Not much bigger than himself from the looks of it. But it was still very pretty. He was a dirt-brown color with shiny bluish-white speckling, like snow had just begun to fall on the ground. He had a long tail like a snake and a long neck too. The best part of all was the large shiny wings. They weren't feathery like bird wings; they were webbed like bat wings.

But not scary.

Bats were scary; dragons were beautiful.

"He's got to be a baby. Why would he be all by himself?" His mommy leaned over in her seat, placing her hands on his daddy's leg to prop herself up as she looked out the driver's side window. "Kurt, honey, do you see him?"

Kurt nodded. "Yeah. He's really pretty. Where's his mommy?"

"That's what I'm wondering." His own daddy sounded worried. He wasn't even watching the dragon; he just kept looking around nervously, staring up at the sky all around their car. Kurt looked back out the window to watch the baby dragon. His wings were spread out on the ground around him; his legs were bent beneath him, his body prostrate on the ground. "Oh, crap."

Kurt was about to remind his daddy that that was a bad word when he became more interested in the shadow that descended on the small field. The little dragon looked up into the sky. Kurt tried craning his neck to look as well, but he was at a bad angle and couldn't see. The dragon put his head back down and curled his neck around so it was resting on his wing.

The shadow belonged to another dragon: a really big dragon. The second dragon had to be at least as big as Kurt's daddy and Kurt's daddy was huge. The size of its wings made it seem even bigger. Kurt could feel his chest swell as he gasped in surprise. This new dragon was as beautiful as the little dragon, only bigger.

As the second dragon landed, it partially obscured Kurt's view of the little dragon. All Kurt could see was the big dragon's back and head and the little dragons neck and head. The big dragon lowered its head to the little dragon and nudged it. The little dragon just went limp and let the big dragon nudge it until it was rolled over onto its side. The big dragon reared its head back and let out a not-so-big roar. The little dragon copied the big one, but its roar was a higher pitch and had a squeaky undertone, as though its voice cracked…it reminded Kurt of the geese at the pond when he ran out of bread – a squeaky honk.

The big dragon nudged it a few more times before placing its big claws on the side of the baby dragon and dragging him back into an upright position. Kurt watched transfixed as the baby dragon flopped himself back down and let out another whiny roar before turning his head and pointedly ignoring the big dragon. "Awww…I know that look. Someone's a tired baby."

Kurt turned his attention back to his mommy who was smiling at him fondly. "I'm not tired! I want to watch the baby dragon!"

"I wasn't talking about you, Kurtie. I was talking about the baby dragon. He's tired." Eyes wide, Kurt watched his mother for a few more seconds until he was convinced his mother wasn't going to try and take him away from the dragons and put him down for a nap. Kurt then went back to watching the scene unfold in the field. The big dragon had positioned himself over his baby: his left paws on the left side of the baby, his right paws on the right side. He scooped his big front paws under his baby's chest. He balanced his weight on his back paws and pushed himself into a sitting position, using his long tail and wings to keep himself steady. He pushed off with his powerful back legs and began flapping his wings.

A moment later, both dragons were up in the air, the baby cradled in his daddy's arms. A few moments after that, they had disappeared from sight. It was the most exciting day of Kurt's life and he couldn't wait to tell everyone in preschool about it on Monday.

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Ten minutes after taking off from the clearing alongside Oak Street, Paul landed back in the clearing behind his own home. Debra, his wife and mate, was still there, waiting. He could feel David's weight in his arms shifting as David turned back to his human form. Paul shifted as well, once his rear legs were back on solid ground. He passed their exhausted son over to his wife and smiled as David latched his pudgy little toddler hands around Deb's neck. "So, how'd he do?"

Paul ran his fingers through David's hair: mussing it up and then straightening the curly, sweaty locks back out. "Pretty well for his first time out. I'd say he maintained speed and altitude for about twenty minutes before his wings just couldn't take it anymore. He did real well though; he landed when he got too tired, rather than pushing himself until his muscles gave out. Took me a minute to notice where he landed, though." Paul frowned at the memory of what he had found as he watched David's eyelids flutter closed. "Humans were there; they were watching him."

"Not all humans are evil, Paul. Not all humans want to hurt dragons." David felt like a limp noodle in Debra's arms; all the tension had left his little body and his chest was rising and falling steadily as he drifted off. "He's going to sleep so well tonight."

"I know not all humans are evil." It was the most obvious thing he could have said. Of course all humans couldn't be evil. If that were the case, all dragons would have died out centuries ago. The gene for being a dragon only traveled on the Y chromosome; only males could be dragons. Thankfully, through some fluke of evolution, they could breed with humans. A human female and a dragon male would either produce a human daughter or a dragon son.

Up until recent history, dragons would almost always have to kidnap their human mate in order to continue their genetic line. Now, as more and more minority groups began winning their civil liberties, more humans were coming to recognize dragons as just another race. It was no longer a crime for a dragon to love a human or a human to love a dragon in many countries. In fact, most countries around the world were beginning to abolish their archaic, anti-Draco laws.

So, of course not all humans were evil towards dragons, not even most were…but still, there were humans out there that would like nothing more than to take out their violent tendencies on a defenseless baby dragon. Seeing David sprawled out, exhausted in that field, with a car-full of humans less than two hundred yards away, had almost made Paul's heart stop. Thankfully, they had seemed more curious than anything and he was quick to get David away from any potential situations that might occur; humans were such strange and unpredictable animals.

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Despite what Paul and Debra had thought/hoped/expected, there was no going to bed for David that night. His impromptu nap after his first flight had left him wide awake when his mom and dad should have been going to sleep. Debra volunteered to stay up with him since Paul had work in the morning. "…and everything was really tiny because I was really, really, really, really high up. I almost touched the sun!" Deb just smiled and nodded as she stroked her fingers through David's hair while he fidgeted in her lap. "And then, when I landed, there were people watching me. They were like us: a mommy, a dada and a little boy. I think…I think I've seen him before: maybe at the park, or at soccer camp, or at the ball pits, or at the zoo…" Debra tried her best not to zone out as David listed off every place he could think of. "…or at the movies. I dunno."

"Just remember, if you see him again, you can't talk about being a dragon with him."

"I know."

"Who are you allowed to talk about it with?"

"Ummm…" David's eyes rolled back as he stared up at the ceiling, resting his head on his mother's collarbone. "I can tell family, my doctors and policemen and ladies and firemen and ladies…but only if they ask first."

"Very good, Davey." Deb could feel herself starting to doze off. She needed to think of something to keep David occupied and out of trouble if she did fall asleep. "Would you like to watch a movie until you fall asleep?"

"I wanna watch The Land Before Time! Yup, yup, yup!" David got excited as he parroted back his favorite line from the movie and began wiggling to get out of his mom's lap. "Yup, yup, yup!" When Debra released him, he made a beeline for his bedroom, dropping to all fours as he scrambled up the stairs to his bedroom; he couldn't watch the movie without his special dinosaur-pattern footed pajamas.

Debra had just enough time to put the movie into the VCR before she fell asleep on the couch, exhausted from the long and exciting day. When David came back downstairs, dressed up in his footed pajamas and toting a stuffed dinosaur, he climbed up on to the couch next to his mommy and curled up against her as he watched baby Littlefoot hatching from his egg. "Just like me!"