A/N: Kurt always knew there was something wrong with his town, reasons why no one was aloud out on full moons. But like everyone else who lived there he learned how to deal with it. That is until one day something on the side of the path showed him things were going to get a little bit more real and a little bit more furry.


BANG BANG BANG

Kurt rolled over in his bed muffling a yawn in his small hand. He tugged the quilt higher over his body wishing his father would keep the noise down.

BANG BANG BANG

Huffing out a sigh the young boy shoved the quilt off himself. Padding softly over to the ladder he climbed down it. Tiny feet landing onto the main floor he walked further into the room.

BANG BANG BANG

Kurt glanced around confused that he didn't see his father sitting in his chair fixing his axe. "Then what's making that noise?" he mumbled tiredly to himself as he turned around and walked back to the ladder. He grabbed onto ladder planning on going back to sleep.

BANG BANG BANG

At the first bang Kurt turned back around, eyes landing on the door that seems to buckle inwards at the weight of what was making the noise. Curiously Kurt walked over to the door reaching a small hand up towards the handle.

BANG BANG BANG

Kurt gave out a small startled noise as he was pulled back from the door and back onto his father's chest. "Kurt, boy, what do you think you're doing? You know you shouldn't answer the door without me or your mom with you." Burt said as he carried Kurt over to his chair and away from the door.

"I thought it was you daddy." Kurt answered rubbing a small fist over his eyes, not sure what his father sounded so worried.

"Boy never answer the door on a full moon." Burt told him, casting a worried look at the door and the small child on his lap.

"Why?" Kurt asked cuddling closer to Burt, laying his head on his father's shoulder. He noticed that the banging started to fade.

"Because Kurt those things out there ain't friendly. They're worse than nightmares, boy, they're real." As Burt started to answer he climbed up the ladder to the second level of the house, Kurt clinging to his chest.

"What are they daddy." Kurt asked looking up at his father with bright blue eyes as he was tucked back into bed. Fluttering closed for a moment when Burt kissed his forehead.

"Well they're... not something you should worry about right now kid. Get some sleep." Burt brushed his child's hair back before walking over to the ladder. He gave Kurt a fond look and gave a sad sigh at what Kurt would soon know.