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Blue Wolf

Chapter 1

"Hi, I'm new here."

Blaine's eyes widened with recognition, his breath catching in his throat at the sight of the blue eyed brunette in front of him. Pale skin that Blaine had spent hours tracing under his bare fingertips. Lips that tasted like vanilla, and something so pure Blaine couldn't validate it with a classification.

"I'm Blaine."

Hands were shook and it took every part of Blaine's being to not wrap the boy up in his arms. Instead, a breathtaking smile spread across his face, conveying the emotions that Blaine couldn't express.

"Kurt."

With an extra spring in his step, Kurt dropped his messenger bag over the back of the couch before he all but skipped into the kitchen.

He offered a quick hello to his three family members seated at the small kitchen table before grabbing a glass from the cupboard, all the while humming "Teenage Dream" under his breath. It seemed fitting at the moment.

"Kurt."

At the sound of his dad's voice, Kurt finished filling his glass with water before slowly turning about, realizing that his sudden good mood hadn't gone unnoticed.

"What?" He said slowly, leaning against the counter, a guarded expression on his face.

"You just look a little happy, kid. Hell, I haven't seen you this happy since before the accident." Burt leant back in his chair and fixed his gaze on Kurt, clearly wanting an explanation.

Deciding to just give in, Kurt sighed, "I met someone."

Finn, who had been oddly quiet since Kurt got home, dropped his fork. The clatter of metal hitting wood broke the silence that had briefly fallen. He swiped it up in one quick motion, muttering an apology under his breath while Carole sent him a look of warning.

Burt shifted uneasily in his chair, "You met someone?" he repeated.

"Yes." Kurt responded simply, annoyed at the lack of enthusiasm from his dad.

"Does this someone have a name?" With crossed arms Burt stared at his son, wanting more information about this 'someone' who had suddenly made his son so happy.

"Yes dad, his name is Blaine. Blaine Anderson."

Finn choked on his food and Carole quickly moved over, patting his back while Burt tense, the table cloth in a death grip between his hands.

"No."

Kurt nearly dropped his glass of water and stared at his dad in shock, "Dad!"

"No Kurt. I-I don't think it's a good idea." There was clearly more reasons beyond that, Kurt could tell that immediately.

"Dad, I get it that you are trying to protect me or something, but it's been three months!" Kurt threw his free arm into the air, his bright mood was dissolving, replaced by anger and hurt.

Burt ran his hand over his bald head, and then replaced his cap. Finn and Carole stayed silent picking at their food and occasionally sending Kurt a sympathetic glance.

"I just don't think it's a good idea for you to meet this boy again, Kurt."

Visibly pissed off now, Kurt slammed his glass down on the counter, a few drops flying over the edge and onto the counter.

"Why dad? Because I still don't remember anything? I lost a year of my life dad. A year! And now I've finally met someone, someone who makes me happy and smile … and I can forget about not remembering the past because all I want to do is move forward, and make new memories that I will remember.

I know you want to protect me, but this is something I want –hell- I need to do. So I am. I'm going on a date tomorrow with Blaine."

Kurt took a deep breath, his body radiating anger and disappointment as he stormed out of the kitchen. He made it halfway to the stairs before his dad's voice stopped him.

"Kurt! Get back here! We aren't done talking about this and you need to eat something."

Turning around as slowly as possible, Kurt dragged his feet back into the kitchen and placed his hands on his hips, "I lost my appetite," he stated simply, and then he left, fleeing upstairs to the safety of his room.

"Hey, um … Kurt man, can I come in?" Finn waited until he got a halfhearted reply before he opened the door and walked in.

Kurt was sitting on the edge of his bed, staring at something in his hands.

"Um, so I brought you some food … thought you might be hungry."

Kurt gave his step brother a grateful smile and took the plate from Finn, setting the small object he had been studying down onto the duvet.

Finn sat down next to Kurt and picked up the small object, "Where did you find this?" he asked nervously, trying to pretend as though he had never seen the small carving before.

Holding out his hand, Kurt took the piece of carved wood from Finn's palm. "I found it in the pocket of one of my jackets." He turned the small wood carving of a wolf over in his hand. The whole thing was a light cream color of raw wood, but the two eyes had been painted bright blue. "Do you know anything about it?"

With a nod Finn began to tell Kurt about the small wooden wolf, careful to not give too much information away, "Well, you called it a 'blue wolf'. It was given to you by Bl- by a friend. I think you had -or have- quite a few of them but I've got no idea where you hid them all."

Kurt starred down at the wolf for a few more seconds, "Another thing I don't remember."

Finn's face fell at the defeat in Kurt's voice. He scooted closer to his step brother and slowly draped his arm over Kurt's shoulder.

Snuggling closer, Kurt rested his head on Finn's shoulder. The two brothers sat in silence for a few minutes before Finn cleared his throat.

"So, uh you're going on the date tomorrow right? The one with Bl-Blaine?"

"Yeah of course!" Kurt answered quickly, "I was trying to pick out an outfit when I found this." Kurt raised his hand slightly, the 'blue wolf' as Finn had called it, resting in his palm. It was amazing how close the color of the wolf's body matched his skin tone.

Finn shifted his weight around, taking his arm back and fidgeting with his hands, "You, um … you want some help?"

After placing the wolf carving on his bed side table Kurt looked at Finn, trying to figure out if Finn was playing a joke on him or something.

"Well I can't give you the same advice as your girlfriends," Finn clarified, "but I can give you some sort of opinion. Before the accident, every night you would bring me a glass of warm milk and we would go through a few pages in the newest issue of Vogue together. You said it was to help me become a more 'fashion aware man'."

Kurt smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. It was times like this when he wished that he could remember all the bonding moments between him and Finn. They had done pretty well in the past three months to catch back up but there were still some rifts. "I'm sorry about that."

Finn shrugged, "it was cool man, I guess you could say it was our bonding time. But I was serious; I'll help if you want."

With another look Kurt stood and moved in front of his closet, "You're sure?" he said, giving Finn one last opportunity to bow out.

"What the hell! Show me what you've got man!"

The 'blue wolf' sat forgotten on the bedside table as Kurt began to pull pieces of clothing from his closet, explaining to Finn all the different options he was thinking about. The smile from earlier that evening was back on his face, finally reaching his sparkling blue eyes.

AN: So I'm back with a new story! This will be supernatural eventually, that's all I'm going to say :)

For those who follow me on tumblr or would like to, I changed my url. It is now dougaboo. I also created a page titled Blue Wolf were everything related to this fic will be tagged so feel free to follow me for updates and such!

Thoughts? :)