AN: I actually would like to make this a multi-chaptered story. So, here goes nothing. (also, I'm pulling elements of werewolves/vampires/supernaturals from a wide mixture of inspirations-from True Blood, to Twilight, to Anne Rice's novels, to just urban legends, so I apologize if it's a little unclear or odd at times.)
Kurt always believed a fair isn't truly fun until the sun sets—in the dark, part of the fun is being mesmerized by the twirling colorful lights while spinning around on some two minute ride. So, naturally, he's determined to keep Sam from leaving early when the blonde remarks on how "it's getting late" and he needs to head on home, spouting out any and every excuse and reason that's in favor of Sam staying longer.
"No, Kurt, I gotta go," Sam objects, making his way out from a little gap in the aged fence. Managing to slide through as well, Kurt follows him, voicing his disappointment.
"Come on, Sam—this was supposed to be our night to relax and have fun instead of worrying about all the drama in our ridiculous circle of friends," Kurt protests, struggling to keep up with Sam's quick pace, wondering why he's cutting through the woods instead of going to the parking lot. "Please don't tell me you walked here, Sam—if you really want to go, I'll drive you."
Shaking his head, Sam stops his speed-walk, glancing at the quickly darkening sky, and then turns around to face Kurt with an expression that didn't hide his anxiety. "My dad had the truck, and you know I like walking places. It gives me time to clear my mind."
"Well then clear your mind in my car? It's a full moon, Sam; all the freaks come out," Kurt misses the way Sam winces at the comment, "and I am not having your potential murder on my conscience."
Sam lets out a sigh and shook his head again, turning on his heel. "Just go back and have fun, Kurt. I have to go."
"Sam—"
"Don't follow me."
Sam's jogging away, and all Kurt can do is try to keep up, confused but refusing to give in at this point. It's relatively dark, Kurt's having a hard time seeing, and it doesn't exactly help that Sam is actually in shape and can run at a steady, fast pace. Kurt decides to utilize what strength he had and put his energy into a sprint, and he isn't sure if he's gaining on Sam or if Sam's slowing down; the blonde's steps are becoming slightly off, and although at first it looks like he's tripping in an over-exaggerated manner like people do in movies, Kurt realizes in that moment that he's jumping and making incredible air-but then, he feels as if he's shifted from reality to a fantasy world.
Kurt blinks, and Sam's clothes are torn and fall to the ground as his body morphs and suddenly, an animal lands on its feet where Sam should've, and it's fucking huge. Kurt skids to an awkward stop, his eyes wide and fear petrifying him to the spot, not sure if he should run away or play dead—he settles on neither, and just stays where he is as the animal—no, a fucking wolf—turns around, and Kurt sees how monstrously huge and threatening it is as its tail swishes and hackles raise. It stares at Kurt with large, piercing green eyes, and emits a low growl (and a quick bark?) before whirling around and taking off into the darkness, leaving Kurt alone, rooted to the spot and unsure what to make of what just happened.
It takes days for Kurt to hear from Sam. He didn't show up to school for two days, and over the weekend he's nonexistent; Monday, he's a no-show, and he shows up for part of Tuesday and conveniently skips Astronomy, which he sits beside Kurt in, pulling the same act Wednesday and Thursday, too. Friday, though, Kurt's done playing around and drives over to Sam's house, determined to find out just what the fuck happened at the fair.
When he knocks on the door, he gets Sam's mother instead of the blonde in question; she looks at Kurt in surprise, and then worry, only to quietly tell him to wait there for a second. A moment later, Sam showed up in the doorway, disheveled and in a sleeveless black shirt and worn shorts. He licked his lips and sighed heavily, stepping outside and walking off the porch, towards the forest behind the Evans' quaint house. Kurt, however, wasn't happy with that greeting.
"Hello to you too, Samuel," he growls, hurriedly following after him, already infuriated. "Where the hell have you been?" he demands, haphazardly stepping over branches and tree roots while Sam maneuvered around and over them with ease.
"Busy," Sam responds plainly, only throwing the brunette a glance over his shoulder.
"Busy?" Kurt repeats incredulously. "What the fuck keeps you so busy that you can't talk to your best friend for over a week after leaving me in the middle of the woods alone after turning into a fucking wolf?"
That seemed to have gotten Sam's attention; he stops walking and turns around sharply, approaching Kurt with a serious look on his face. "I didn't turn into a wolf," he states.
Kurt holds Sam's gaze evenly, not backing down. "I know what I saw," he tells him quietly, "and I saw you jump into the air, and one second you were you, and the next..there was this—this huge wolf in your place staring back at me." Sam's silently gazing back at Kurt, his mouth in a tight line, looking anything but happy; Kurt purses his lips, unwavering. "Just, please, Sam," he says, irritation replaced with bewilderment, "tell me what's going on. Tell me I'm not crazy—or that I am. Anything."
Sam licks his lips, and his stoic gaze falls, as does his whole demeanor; Kurt notices the shift, and places a hand on Sam's chest—his body's radiating warmth, and Kurt can feel it even through the fabric of his shirt—and tries one more time. "Talk to me, Sam."
Taking a deep breath, Sam shuts his eyes at the touch. "I wanted to tell you," he finally says, his voice weak.
"Tell me what?" Kurt's pressing further, wanting a clear answer—wanting Sam to solidify any possibility that's been running through Kurt's mind the past week. Sam simply opens his eyes and lays it out in the open.
"That I'm a werewolf."