DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee or Virals.

Tory POV

It was only supposed to be an RV trip. I should've known it wouldn't turn out that way. Nothing is that simple when you're part-wolf. We always seem to get into some kind of difficulty, and this was no exception. A few days into our trip, we'd noticed a van following us. We had no choice but to try and ditch it. We'd succeeded, but had no idea for how long.

So now here we were , stood outside Shelton's cousin's apartment in New York City, arguing amongst ourselves. Well, Ben was arguing with Shelton. Hiram and I just wanted to get inside. Even Cooper- my wolfdog- looked bored.

"You're sure he'll help us?" Ben had been sceptical from the outset, and didn't seem to understand that WE HAD NO CHOICE.

"Yep." That's what Shelton said out loud, but inside he was clearly screaming We've already had this conversation! Shut up! I felt kinda bad for him. Ben may be my boyfriend, but even I could admit that debating against him is a terrifying experience.

"And he won't hit on my girlfriend?" Mentally, I facepalmed.

"I have a name!"

"David's not that sort of person." The boys ignored me completely. So much for being Alpha. "If he knows she's taken, he'll back off."

"And what about his roommates?"

"The girl is mine!" warbled the fourth member of our pack. Hi had been uncharacteristically silent up until now, but, sadly, the peace hadn't lasted.

"Shut up." Ben snapped, before returning his attention to Shelton.

"Blaine's still hung up on his ex-boyfriend, and apparently Wes is in love with his gavel-" He was cut off mid-sentence by Hi's sniggering.

"You do realise that we'll have to tell them about our powers, right?" Finally, Ben makes a valid point.

"It's a risk we'll just have to take." Shelton sounded confident, but he was tugging his earlobe, a sure sign he was worried.

"Hey, Tory's the leader. Why don't you let her make the decision?"

"Thank you, Hi. Why don't we just go inside and hide from the guys who may or may not want to kill us?" Without waiting for an answer, I knocked on the door.

It was opened by an African-American boy who looked vaguely like Shelton, but taller and without the glasses. (I assumed this was David.)

"Shelly!" he yelled on sighting his Viral cousin.

"Davy!" The two boys proceeded to do some kind of complicated handshake, which Hi attempted (unsuccessfully) to join in with. Boys are so weird. Ben just rolled his eyes at their antics, before walking in and flopping down on the couch.

"What are you doing here?" David asked, leading the rest of the pack inside.

"Long story short, we're being stalked by randommers in a van. Mind if we stay here for a few days?"

"Nah." David paused for a second. "Mind you, my friends are kind of weird."

"Can't be worse than mine." Ben responded before Shelton could open his mouth.

"David, these are the Virals. The girl's Tory, the guy on the couch is Ben and the fat kid's Hiram. The dog's Cooper. Virals, this is my cousin David."

"Virals?" David screwed his face up in confusion.

"We'll explain everything later." My attention had been caught by a photograph on a nearby shelf. It showed David with two other boys -one Asian and one with far too much hair gel - and another figure I assumed was a girl, although it was kind of hard to tell. Gel Boy had his arm slung around the girl's shoulders. All four were wearing blazers. David noticed me looking and came over.

"Those are my roommates. That one's Wes," he pointed to the one between him and Gel Boy, "and that's Klaine."

"Klaine?"

"That's what we used to call Kurt and Blaine back in high school." So, not a girl then.

"I thought you only had two roommates."

"I do. Kurt doesn't live here." Just then, we heard voices from outside. The door swung open and Wes and Gel Boy (Blaine?) walked in, bickering about something.

"Found him! He was camped outside Kurt's apartment again." Wes called triumphantly. Then he noticed us. "Who are your friends?"

"Wes, Blaine, these are the 'Virals'," David used air quotes around the word. "Tory, Hiram, Ben and Shelton." Cooper was sniffing at the newcomers' shoes.

"That's Coop." I picked my pet up before anything got chewed or peed on. Ew. "And stalking is not an attractive quality." Blaine looked embarrassed.

"Now will you tell me what's going on?" We'd forgotten our promise to David.

"Okay," I began, "but you might want to sit down. It's kinda weird." The pack took turns explaining; about the parvovirus, about its effects, and about our mystery followers. By the time we'd finished, the three New Yorkers looked slightly shocked, but at least they hadn't called animal control or the police. That had to be a good sign.

"So, you rescued a dog and caught a disease that gave you wolf DNA." Wes summarised.

"Yeah, pretty much." Hi replied.

"Can we get infected?" Blaine looked kinda worried. I can't say I blamed him - Hi had gone into unnecessary detail about the sickness.

"No. I don't think we're contagious anymore." I reassured him.

"But how awesome would it be to have superpowers?" David yelped excitedly.

"It is pretty cool," Ben admitted, "but the secrecy is hard. We're risking our lives to tell you this."

Somehow, I didn't think that we needed to worry, though. I knew they wouldn't tell anyone.

I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of singing.

5 o'clock and a fire escape symphony,

Spilling out across the road and the square,

And the sky's the same as your own, do you think of me?

Do the parks, and trees, and the leaves, reach you, there?

I tried to go back to sleep, but couldn't. I followed the sound to the window - and was confronted with the last person I wanted to talk to. After finding out the reason for the Klaine break-up, I'd turned against Blaine to the point of hating his guts, but, watching him staring out at the outside world, I pitied him.

After the rain, in the lonely hours he haunts me, calling out,

Again and again.

He glanced over at me after hearing my voice, before returning to the song.

Sophia, Sophia, I'm burning, I'm burning.

It's a fire, a fire, I cannot put out,

Sophia, Sophia, I'm learning that some things,

I can't go without and one of them is him.

And now I walk these streets like a stranger in my home town,

Learn the language, form the words when I speak,

But he changed me, I'm his ghost since he came around,

And now I count the hours and the days in the weeks.

Passion and silence,

Every word, every line, a measure,

It's the science of the soul,

And his books, they breathe a reason and now I want to know...

Sophia, Sophia, I'm burning, I'm burning,

It's a fire, a fire, I cannot put out,

Sophia, Sophia, I'm learning that some things,

I can't go without and one of them is him.

And you, with your new born eyes,

Have you ever loved a man like I love him?

Do you hurt but still feel alive, like never before?

Oh, Sophia, Sophia.

Sophia, Sophia, I'm burning, I'm burning,

It's a fire, a fire, I cannot put out,

Sophia, Sophia, I'm learning that some things,

I can't go without ,

I can't go without him.

It's hard to hate someone when they're so heartbroken.

The song used was Sophia by Nerina Pallot. Sorry for any inaccuracies and/or crappy writing.