A Hester story and our first Glee fic. We don't actually have this done but thought it would be best to start posting this now.
Disclaimer: We do not own Glee or are in anyway associated with the creation and execution of said TV drama.
Warnings: None for this chapter, unless you want to tell us.
Chapter One
This was already nothing Kurt had thought it was going to be. First of all, they were at sectionals. Which really wouldn't have been a problem had there not been 70 families complete with great grandparents stuffed inside the auditorium. Along with the other competing choir. And their teachers. And Kurt's teachers. And every sorry soul that was going to be stuck watching the Public Access channel the next time they had the flu.
The singer was beautiful, talented and belting his heart out. Directly to Kurt. ISo, he was staring. Blatantly. Kurt was surprised Puck hadn't killed the idiot already. The boy caught his gaze and Kurt flushed and turned away, searching for his Alpha. Puck, eyes unnaturally bright and teaming with anger, was already leaning across Quinn to speak directly to the smaller boy.
"Kurt," he hissed. "What the hell is his problem?" Puck's voice was quiet and low enough so that their human neighbors wouldn't hear anything over the crowd. Kurt shrugged in response.
"I don't know," he said. "Just hold on until the end of the performance, Noah." Kurt reached out to take Beth from her place in her father's lap, settling the restless little girl. "You can rip him up after the competition. If you do it before we win, I think Rachel might castrate you."
Puck's answering snort of laughter made Kurt relax just a little, and he turned his attention back to the stage. The handsome, incredibly stupid wolf still singing to him would live another half-hour at least.
When it was their turn to sing, Kurt found himself struggling to remember the choreography for the first time since he'd joined glee. The other singer's eyes followed him as he moved across the stage, and Kurt couldn't help but be unnerved by the intensity of the boy's gaze. He bowed with the rest of team without any idea of how well they'd done but plastered a smile on his face. Rachel screamed and grabbed his arm when the tie was announced and Kurt tried to ignore the Dalton boy that was somehow still staring at him from across the stage.
"Kurt," said Brittany, unsure and afraid. Kurt jumped. "I think Puck is going to bite him."
They were standing in the lobby of the theater, watching Mr. Schue grapple with the judges over who was going to get the first-place trophy, and Puck was storming across the atrium to the boy who was still watching him with heavy eyes. Kurt jumped up and strode after his Alpha. The smaller boy reached out and caught Puck's arm, tugging the bulky wolf back. The teen stiffened for an instant and then relaxed, stopping in the middle of the floor and letting his Beta's comforting scent wash over him. Then the new, brazen wolf stepped forward, moving directly toward Kurt, and Puckerman snarled.
"What the hell is your problem, you little shit?" Kurt cringed at the Alpha's tone and clutched harder at Puck's arm. The Dalton boy bristled.
"I was trying to court a compatible sub," he said, keeping his voice measured and careful. "I didn't mean to offend his Alpha."
"Maybe you should've thought about that before you made a move on my Beta," Puck snapped. The Warbler was taken aback.
"Oh," he said. "Sorry about that. You know Alphas." He grinned self-deprecatingly and Kurt wanted to hit him. "We have a bad tendency to act without thinking. If I'd known he was a Beta, I'd have approached you in private about him."
"Or you could have just talked to himin private," Puck snapped, gesturing to Kurt. "But whatever." The other boy's triangular brows shot up in surprise.
"I'm sorry, I don't think I got your name, Alpha," he said, grinning. Puck tensed.
"Noah Puckerman," he said shortly. "You?"
"Oh, wow," said the other boy. "Puckerman? Really?" His eyes were wide. "Your territory is—well, it's all of Lima, now, isn't it?"
"Yeah, whatever," said Puck. "What's your name, preppy?"
"Blaine. Blaine Anderson." Kurt's jaw dropped.
"Wait, what?" he squeaked. Blaine looked at him, amused.
"Heard of us?"
"Anderson?" Puck repeated. "Are you kidding me, dude?" He crossed his arms, impressed. "That is one hell of a Pack, man. Your dad's a legend."
"Yeah," said Blaine, looking uncomfortable for the first time all evening. "I guess." Puck gave him a strained smile.
"So you're interested in my boy, Kurt, then?" Blaine smirked at the two, his eyes darting to Kurt.
"Your boy, huh?"
"Oh, no, we, um," Kurt spluttered. "I'm not, we're not mated." Blaine laughed and Kurt felt his cheeks flare when even Puck gave him a funny look.
"Oh, trust me, sweetheart, I can tell." He turned his attention back to Kurt's now slightly disturbed-looking Alpha.
"Look," he said. "I'm not going to tell you how to run your Pack, but he's giving off like nobody's business." Blaine had the grace to look sheepish. "It's kind of hard to resist, actually." Puck's eyes went wide and he turned to face his Beta.
"You're scenting?" he said, as close to panicking as Kurt had ever seen him. "Kurt, you can't be scenting right now. What are we going to do about potentials?" Puck's eyes shot to Blaine and he pulled Kurt a little farther away. "How am I supposed to protect you with this goddamn collar on?"
"I can protect myself," Kurt hissed back, eyeing the government-issued device with disgust. "And don't get angry with me just because you'll get a shot of silver to the neck every time you try and make stupid decisions." Puck growled warningly.
"This is serious, Kurt," he said sharply. "You're going to be like this until—"
"Until I find a Mate." The Beta sagged. "I know."
"I'm sorry you found out this way," said Blaine quietly. Kurt jumped at other Alpha's voice. "I didn't think it would be bad news."
"When you've tried being the only gay werewolf at a school where most of the population get their information from Twilight, then we'll talk," Kurt snapped. The lead singer frowned.
"Look, I'm very sorry you've been bullied, Kurt," he said. "But I'm not sorry you're scenting." Puck growled and Blaine held up his hands in a placating gesture. "You smell wonderful, to be frank. Better than anyone else I've met." He kept his eyes trained on the Beta. "I want permission to court you."
Kurt sucked in a breath.
"I'll think about it," said Puck. "And I'll have to talk to Kurt about it. Without you there," he added when Blaine looked hopeful. "If you're serious, you can ask Kurt for his number." Blaine's eyebrows shot up for the second time that night.
"What, man?" Puck shrugged. "He's my Beta, not my bitch." Kurt choked a little. "He can do what he wants." He clapped Kurt on the shoulder and sauntered back to the rest of the Pack. Kurt glared after him.
"I apologize for his appalling lack of tact," said Kurt mournfully. "I wish I could say he's not normally like that, but…" Blaine chuckled.
"Don't worry about it." He grinned. "So…toss me your phone?" Kurt eyed him suspiciously.
"You're very persistent," he said finally. "And that was a really, really thoughtless display on stage." Blaine bit his lip and Kurt rolled his eyes.
"But," he continued. "You're kind of cute. And Puck seems okay with you." Kurt paused. "Actually, that might not be a good thing. Whatever." He tossed the Alpha his phone anyway.
Blaine caught it and handed Kurt his own cell with a hopeful look on his face, grinning when the boy gave a long suffering sigh and set about entering his information. Behind him, Kurt could hear his Pack moving restlessly, half-watching the exchange and muttering about their Beta being left alone with another Alpha. Blaine handed him his phone back a minute later, and when he reached out to take his own his fingers brushed along Kurt's so gently the taller boy almost missed it. Feeling coursed down his arm, unfamiliar but not unpleasant. It was different than the first time he'd met Puck. This wasn't centered around a bite or claw or an order-Kurt could feel this low and pooling in his gut and couldn't decide if he welcomed it at all. He jerked his hand back quickly and Blaine's eyes shot to his, a slow smirk spreading across the singer's mouth.
"I'll see you around, Kurt," he said. Kurt flushed.
"Call first." Blaine laughed.
"I'll be sure to give you a call," he said. "But for now, congrats on the tie for first place."
"You too," said Kurt, a little breathlessly, but Blaine was already trudging back to the group of Dalton boys mulling around by the door. He grinned widely and said something to a tall Asian boy as he approached. The later laughed and clapped Blaine on the back warmly, and Kurt wondered how many of the Warblers were wolves, too.
"Did he mean call you or Callyou?" Kurt turned to see Rachel standing not two feet away from him, tapping her foot impatiently.
"I don't know, Rachel."
"Which do you want it to be?"
"I don't know, okay, Rachel?" The boy sighed and offered her his arm. "I just met him. You don't know your Mate from a touch."
"But you will know them from a Call," Rachel said briskly, allowing Kurt to steer her back to the rest of the group. "Even a bite won't do that."
"It can make you submit, though," said Mercedes as the two approached the Pack, overhearing the tail end of their conversation. "You be careful, white boy. I can't believe Puck left you alone with that guy."
"Ah, he'll be fine, Aretha," said Santana, her signature smirk firmly in place. "Queen Hummel here keeps his legs locked so tight even a Call won't pry them apart."
"Just because I don't pant after everything that breathes doesn't mean I can't have a perfectly healthy relationship with my Mate, Satan," Kurt snapped. His eyes flicked deliberately to Brittany and back. "Not that you'd recognize one, of course."
Santana snarled, her dark eyes sparkling with rage, and Kurt bared his teeth.
"Watch it, Santana," said Puck lazily. "You keep running your mouth to your Beta like that and I'll let him deal with you himself." Santana's growl died down into a low purr.
"Sorry, Beta," she muttered, cocking her head and showing the side of her neck. Kurt brushed a hand over her elbow in acknowledgement and sighed.
"Don't worry about it," he said. "I shouldn't have said that. I'm just really tired and all I want to do is go home and curl up with my Pack and a musical." Rachel beamed and grabbed his hand.
"Done," she said.
"Uh, not done," said Artie. "Don't get me wrong, y'all, I love me some West Side Story and shit, but we needs to par-tay."
"Artie's right, guys." Kurt turned in surprise to face Mike Chang. The Asian boy smiled sheepishly at him. "What? I think we deserve to celebrate. I mean, we did win sectionals." The boys nodded emphatically.
"But…with a musical?" Kurt turned hopeful eyes to the girls in the group.
"Of course with a musical," said Rachel. "We'll even put it on the big T.V. in your room. The boys can play games on Burt's."
"Aren't I the Alpha, here?" Puck grumbled. "Learn your place, woman."
"I'm sorry, what was that, dear?" asked Quinn sweetly.
"Nothing, babe," said Puck, retreating quickly. "Rachel, that uh, movie sounds great."
Kurt rolled his eyes as he watched Quinn drag her Mate toward the doors with one hand, cradling her daughter in the other. He was going home to curl up with his Pack, watch My Fair Lady, beat the boys at some video games, and try his best to ignore the upcoming Moon.