Author's note: And here's part two of chapter three. I was going to work on "Snarled" but this story is infecting my thoughts because I really really want to get it moving towards the action and I want to get Kurt involved but that's so far away and oh geeze.

Oh well, more madness for me equals more updates for you guys.

Thanks to everyone who reviewed I appreciate it greatly.

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When Blaine was younger he used to visit his grandfather every Sunday. As far back as Blaine can remember he's never met his grandmother and no one in the Family talks about her; which meant that it was just Blaine and his grandfather sitting in his study as his grandfather talked or rather lectured him about his family history and Blaine's part in it while his father waited outside.

Sitting in Sue Sylvester, Cheer leading Coach's office he has the same feeling as he did back then. A nervous kind of feeling, where if he was allowed to and he never was because Andersons do not show outward signs of weakness, Blaine, he would be tapping his hands, fidgeting, glancing around nervously while waiting for his grandfather to strike. It makes him nauseous just thinking about it and he tries to focus on Sue who's just staring at him with an intent look but it just causes the same nervous-nauseous feeling.

He can't move, he can't leave. She'd caught him scouting out the doors and windows and had told him that they were all locked and she had the only key. She'd also had Santana take his phone and it was lying on the desk, every buzz causing him to jump and glance at it hopefully. It was clear Blaine wouldn't be leaving until she'd said whatever she'd wanted to say.

Blaine wants to look away for two reasons; one because of the nervous feeling and two because somewhere between the restaurant and being in her office he's lost his sunglasses and he feels painfully vulnerable without them on. Andersons are not Vulnerable Blaine, not even you.

He hates feeling like this.

"What do you want from me?" He demands quietly, voice too loud in the small room. Santana and Brittany who have been standing against the wall haven't spoken a single word since stepping foot in here.

"Quiet." She barks out and Blaine frowns at her. "Half-pint, I was pondering the possibility of you being related to William Schuester based on your hair, size, and apparent fearless personality though you seem to lack the never ending amount of peppiness and hair-gel."

Andersons don't get pushed around Blaine, not even you.

"You don't scare me." You are such a fucking liar. "You're a woman who likes using intimidation and fear to prey on people and get them to do what you want. You like playing mind games with people because it helps void the loneliness in your own existence and makes you feel superior when you win and furious when you don't."

Blaine smirks at her, angry and hurt with his head still throbbing and he just wants to go home. "I'm not going to ask if I got any of that right, just how much?" He looks back at Brittany and Santana and then at Sue who despite his demeanor is a woman who scares the ever-living shit out of him.

"Just tell me what you want so I can say no and go home." He says tired and anxious. They've been here for two hours or so and in less than four hours he'll be a wolf.

Sue smirks. "I'm afraid you can't say no, not right now. Santana, Brittany you can leave if you want but Blaine is going to stay here for just a little bit longer."

Santana starts to move but stops when she realizes Brittany isn't following her. "Brittany come on." She hisses out looking back over at the still Sue and Blaine.

Brittany shakes her head, "I'm staying with Blaine." She levels a look at Santana and like all other she can read it you got him into this mess, you brought him here but I can't leave him alone. I pick him.

Blaine looks up at the sound of his name and shakes his head. "Britt you don't have to do that." He says, like he fucking knows her girl, like he's anything more than a beast in rich clothing.

That is what Santana sees in her fury but on the inside Blaine is freaking out, he is tired and frightened and the fact that Brittany is willing to stay here with him helps calm down some of his worries.

"I'm staying." She says firmly, clearly and as if to prove her point she walks over and stands right next to Blaine, right across from Sue fucking Sylvester herself.

Santana rolls her eyes and leans back against the wall. Fuck this shit.

A little bit turns out to be almost the four hours of before Blaine's change. With less than five minutes to spare Sue speaks again, the first time since her refusal of Blaine to leave four hours ago. "You can go now Blaine." She says, and he swears she's still smirking as he bolts out the door, barely managing to grab his phone in his hurry. He wakes up Santana who's been sleeping against the wall; Brittany is still asleep leaning against the desk.

"That's it? You've been staring at him for six hours and you're just letting him go? Why?" He hears her say incredulously but Blaine runs too fast to hear Sylvester's reply.

He has to get out of here, he has to find somewhere safe but safe is in Westerville, miles and miles away. Still running Blaine turns his phone back on, he needs help, he needs help.

Ten new messages and thirteen missed calls. They're probably all David or Wes if David had clued him in and knowing him he probably did. Blaine hits a button and waits impatiently as his phone calls his last missed call, David.

"Blaine, where the hell are you? I came back at nine to pick you up and the waiter said you hadn't been feeling well and your two friends had escorted you out. What the hell man? Why didn't you call—"

"David." He rushes, as the time on his phone gets closer and closer. "David I need help. I don't know what's going on. This woman she….took me I guess and she kept me here and I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I'm supposed to change in roughly three minutes and I'm stuck at some high school."

"Oh god, fuck I don't know. Let me put Wes on the phone he'll know what to do." Blaine glances around nervously as he listens impatiently to the sound of fumbling.

"Blaine." Wes doesn't sound nervous but Blaine has never heard him sound nervous or anything less than calm in his entire life, not unless it's involving his glee club. "Where are you at? David and I will come get you and I promise we'll work this out."

Blaine can feel it starting, the rush of heat, and the pinpricks on his skin. He leans against a locker, panting heavily because it's really starting and he's really fucking messed up this time. "Blaine!" Wes snaps and he tries to focus.

"It's…" Blaine bits down on his lip to stop screaming as he finally lets himself fall to the floor. "It's oh fuck it hurts, its McKinley High school. Please hurry." With his last clearly coherent thought Blaine ends the call before his friends can hear him.

He curls inward on himself, hands pressed against the tiled floor as his bones start to snap. This is the worst of it, this is the worst of it, this is the worst of it he chants, still biting at his lip until the metallic taste greets him.

He screams and halfway through it because a higher sort of sound, something a human throat couldn't possibly possess the ability to do. For a moment, one single moment of clarity, he can hear everything so much better even as his vision gets blurry, he can hear his very blood heating up in his veins, he can hear his bones snapping and moving. He can hear everything trying to move and make room and adjust because if it doesn't then it'll kill him. Then his hearing fades and he is left with nothing as the world stops and the pain overrides it.

The ache in his chest grows greater, burning hotter than anything else and Blaine screams as finally, finally it stops.

When he changes for the most part Blaine retains his humanity. Yes his baser instincts are stronger and things are limited but for the most part he is always aware on some level. But today he is alone, he is alone and scared and lost in a place that he's never been. He has no one he knows nearby and the beast is left to himself for what might be the first time.

"Oh my god." A voice says quietly but to the wolf it's the same thing as someone yelling right next to him. He looks up from his exploration of the dark hallway and finds himself staring at a girl.

Her hair is bright, and she is tall. She looks familiar but he can't remember if he's seen her before, if he knows her, if he cares about her or hates her and he is on edge, growling, hackles raised.

"I'd stay away from him goldilocks unless you want your face mauled off; at this stage he's stressed and violent." A different lower voice says and he growls even louder, stepping forward a bit.

Behind the bright girl two others have come forward. One has very dark hair and a look that might be fear on her face, yes it's fear, he can smell it on her, it's covering her. The other one isn't a girl, but a woman, also with bright hair and a look on her face that he wants to bite off.

The girl with the dark hair is talking to her angrily, voice rising to an almost hysterical level. "Why did you keep him here? Why is he like this, it's daytime. What was the entire point of this?"

"Lopez unless you'd like him to attack you I suggest you shut up. I wasn't going to take a pair of flashy eyes as my only proof and this just confirms It." the taller woman looks right at him and he stops growling, but he's still ready to attack.

"Anderson, I know that somewhere inside your wolfy brain you can understand me somewhat, unless you're farther gone then your appearance belies. If you can stop thinking like an animal for even a small microscopic second then head back to my office and I'll finally tell you what I want."

And without another word she walked back towards her office, the other two following her without a moment's hesitation though the bright girl kept glancing back at him, eyes still wide.

Listen to her, just listen to her and then find somewhere safe. Some small part of Blaine the human pushes forward against the madness of the wolf and he slowly slinks toward the office, confused and scared.

Sylvester is sitting behind her desk and Santana and Brittany are pressed up on the wall behind her. The wolf looks at the chair across from Sue's and sits right next to it, staring at her with narrowed luminous eyes.

Santana blinked at him and Brittany glanced quickly over at him and looked away, the wolf can still smell the mix of curiosity and fear on them. Sylvester is unfazed, staring at him the same way she had when he was Blaine.

He looks at her only once more and she begins speaking, "I don't know if you were born like this, or if you were bit, if you were cursed or if a radioactive spider bit you one day, all I know is that your kind are different. You're not human."

Blaine would have been curious at first on how she and apparently Santana and Brittany knew so much about him (about his kind? He had a kind?) And then he would have protested he would have been horrified about being called not human so openly, so bluntly.

The wolf did nothing; it did not question its humanity or lack of. That kind of thought was far too complicated in its current unreadable state of instincts and lesser emotions.

The woman continued. "You're not the first of your kind that I've met. Three months ago one of my student's and a classmate of Santana and Brittany's was taken by one of your kind. They've both been missing since, without a single trace."

She leaned forward over the desk, until she was very very close. In a very low voice and without showing any of her teeth she spoke once more. "All I want from you Blaine Anderson is one simple request, something I'm sure even someone as obviously naïve and unintelligent as yourself can handle, I want you to bring them both back."

The wolf blinked and then its ears twitched in recognition of a familiar sound. Sue sighed, "Santana Brittany, go greet his friends and relieve them of the fact that we have not yet skinned him of his fur."

Santana did not look at the wolf as she left, nearly running out of the room. After a moment Brittany followed her, walking at a much slower pace.

"Let me be honest with you Blaine. I don't care about these students, not really." Sylvester said beckoning him closer. "I'm currently in a very important race for an election as congresswoman which I doubt you even remember what that is. Having two missing students is not reflecting well on my campaign, is it? No and so I think it'll be beneficial to the both of us if you help me."

The wolf cocked its head at her, yellow eyes suddenly looking more aware and almost human. "And now you may be wondering, or you may be thinking about a particularly meaty squirrel you saw on your way here, I won't pretend to know, how is this beneficial for you? Well I happen to know for a fact that your time is limited."

The wolf froze, even like this it knew what those words meant. It knew the truth in them. "It's easy to see. Your self-control is advanced, you can ignore your baser instincts in human form and I bet the transformations don't bother you as much as they used to. It seems like things are finally settling for you and maybe you want that to be true, secretly you hope that's true but we both know it's not. You know you're dying and I bet you know it's soon."

The wolf growled and it echoed around the room, but there was no bite behind it. No force of any kind because she wasn't lying. It was painfully, humanely aware of the fact that she wasn't lying. "How much time is the question? A year, maybe two tops and then you're as dead as the rest of them. And despite whatever stoic front you put on you don't want to die. So here is why it's beneficial for you, you do this one favor for me and I'll help you live longer. I can't stop your curse, whatever that is, whatever the hell is wrong with you and clearly something aside from your disaster that you call hair, that's out of my hands but I can get you more time and that's what you really want."

The wolf stepped forward and then paused, hearing the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway. Two of them were hurried and two were dragging behind. Out of the four scents only two of them screamed familiar and safe—pack, you're safe now.

Sylvester stood up and held out a small white square. "This has my number, you have until midnight Friday to make a decision which despite your smaller primitive food-centered brain shouldn't be that hard to make. Live or die?"

The wolf growled and snapped forward, snagging the card out of her and barely, just barely brushing the skin of her arm. It didn't look at her as Wes and David surged forward into the room; the smell of worry and panic and fear surrounding them in a heady mix.

"Damn it Blaine, you ever do anything that stupid again and I'll shave you bald and paint rainbows on your skin." David said, crouching to his knees and beckoning the wolf towards him.

"I think he's being serious though it's hard to tell at this point." Wes looked at him, much more calm than David but the wolf could smell his relief and he huffed out a sound in confirmation.

Wes looked coldly back at Sue and the cheerios. He was no longer Wes, the friend who played video games and loved chocolate with an obsession, the Wes who loathed math and hated country music with a passion, this was Wes the head of the warblers, Wes the calm-collected one in charge. This was Wesley Montgomery after his friend had been hurt and it was not someone you wanted to deal with.

"If you or your clearly insane little minions ever come near Blaine again you will not only be charged with kidnapping of a minor you will also mysteriously go missing after the trial ends and you've served jail time, you will go missing to the extent that it'll take a bloodhound with his nose." Wes jerked his head towards Blaine. "To find even a single strand of your dyed-job hair. Clear? Good."

"C'mon Blaine." David said quietly as he followed Wes out of the room.

The wolf looked at all of them from the still with fury Sue, to the shocked Santana and to Brittany who he couldn't read. All he could smell from her was regret, sharp and bitter. It stung at his nose and he quickly sprinted out of the room, clinging to the warm and safe smell of his friends.

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"We need to get you a button or something that you can push when you're in trouble." David said half way through the car-ride home. Blaine was sitting, stretched out along the back sleep—half-dozing, half-awake while Wes drove.

"Be reasonable David how would he push the button? With his nose?"

"It's a legitimate idea." David sniffed at him disdainfully. "And one that he desperately needs, right Blainers?"

Blaine let out a tiny yip. He was better now, away from the school and the people he didn't know, the people the wolf had distrusted. In the car with just Wes and David he was slowly becoming more human. And both the wolf and the man just wanted to sleep. They were exhausted, beyond that and now it was safe to do so.

"Do you think he's going to be okay?" David asked quietly, after he'd made sure that Blainers was finally asleep.

We shrugged. "Honestly I don't know. Probably. But I don't think he'll feel like going out anytime soon." He tried not to focus on it too seriously—Blaine was fine, they'd managed to get him away (Only because she'd let them) and he'd be fine. But he knew Blaine. He knew that Blaine was trusting to a fault and Brittany had betrayed it by bringing him there. And if he was honest then he was worried about what would happen to Blaine. All three of them knew he was a wolf that much was clear. But there was nothing stopping them from telling anyone else. There was nothing left they could do to protect Blaine and it made him angry, so angry that his thoughts kept getting jumbled and rushed together as he tried to think of what to do. What could they do?

No one would protect Blaine if they didn't. They'd never bothered to look beyond the beast and see him.

David seemed to share similar sentiments. "Stop thinking so loud Wesley, we'll figure something out."

"The depth of your faith is astounding." He said wryly though he was smiling.

They'd figure something out.

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"Blainers? Hey Blainers wake up." A familiar sing-song voice said, very close to his ear and Blaine let out a growl that would have been impressive if he was still the wolf.

Slowly he opened his eyes not amused in the slightest to see David less than an inch away. "I hate you." He groaned, feeling a headache coming on.

David reeled back as if wounded, eyes wide with fake hurt. "Blainers how can you say that? After Wes and me, it was mostly me, bravely came and rescued you. You were a freakin' damsel in distress and everything."

Blaine sat up, gently brushing at his head. Fortunately he wasn't bleeding anymore but he'd gotten a large bump for his troubles. "I don't' think you can call a gigantic wolf a damsel in distress. Not without sounding crazy."

David shrugged. "Whatever we still saved your ass and you know it."

He paused, hand still on his head. "Yeah you did." He said softly. "Thank you, I really don't know what I would have done or what I could have done if you two hadn't shown up."

David nudged him with his shoulder, grinning. "What are best friends for?"

Blaine laughed. "Not that I want to ruin this wonderful moment of chivalry between us but where are we? This is most definitely not my room."

The room he was in was larger than his with a bed in one corner and a large couch that they were sititng on in the middle. It was filled with the latest video game systems and a large tv, a bookshelf stood in the corner blocking out one part of the green wall.

David flushed. "Well Wes and I didn't know how to get you back inside your house—you were really passed out Blainers. And we didn't know if it was even to bring you back to your house so we decided you could stay here."

"And where is here exactly?"

"Currently you're at my house. Don't worry my parents are on vacation for the week so no one saw you while we were coming in."

Blaine jumped up from the couch as a thought occurred to him. "Fuck, I haven't been home in a day. They're fucking going to know I left. Fuck fuck fuck."

David whistled. "I think that is the most 'fucks' I have ever heard you say."

Blaine glared at him. "Not the time for humor. What am I supposed to do?"

David shrugged and stood up walking over to the small mini fridge near the bookshelf. He pulled out water and after Blaine nodded grabbed another one. "Relax for one. Wes is driving by your place right now to see if there's any cop cars. We'll take it from there."

"Police cars?" Blaine said, feeling sick to his stomach. Absently he caught the water David threw at him, without even looking up.

"Well." David considered. "You have been missing for a day."

Blaine groaned in reply, falling back against the couch.

They waited in silence for Wes to come back the only sound being that of Blaine occasionally opening his phone, waiting impatiently for someone to call or text him. Surely someone had noticed he was gone by now.

What was worse if everyone noticed him missing and were worried or if no one had noticed at all?

Blaine heard Wes' car pull up and he sat forward, tapping his hands nervously against his knees. David looked over at him concerned, tv temporarily put on mute. "Wes is back." He explained, hearing the boy open the door and then walk up the stairs.

David stared at him confused, and looked as if he was going to speak but then just shook his head.

"What's the word Wesley?" he called as soon as Wes had stepped into the room.

"Everything looks fine. I didn't see any police cars or any more cars than usual. "Wes sat down, relaxing into the couch. "I think it's safe to say we can sneak Blaine back in tonight."

David nodded, "Awesome. And now that that tension filled event is over with, I saw we relax and spend a few hours mindlessly killing zombies. What say ye?"

Wes grinned in agreement. "Sure. I'm in a zombie killing mood." He turned towards Blaine who shook his head. "I'll play later." He said mind still stuck on the fact that no one had notice he'd been gone. No not, no one, Wes and David had but it wasn't the same thing.

Way to show a guy his worth.

Shaking his head Blaine tried to focus on something else. He was too emotional right now, too raw so soon after his change with the beast's influence still running through him. Instead he thinks about Sue Sylvester and the deal she offered him.

He was going to die. Painfully and violently like the rest of the Beasts. He'd die before he'd really gotten to live, before he'd done anything he wanted to do. (What did he even want to do?) He'd die before he found anything worth living for and that was the thought that scared him the most that was the thought that kept him awake most nights. He didn't just want to be the beast; he didn't want to be one more mistake in the Family's long line of mistakes.

But she'd offered him something no one else could give him—she promised him a chance to live, and maybe she was lying, she was probably lying but it was better than what anyone else had given him.

He couldn't do it though, could he? She was lying most likely and it would be dangerous. And she said that one of the students was like him. He'd never met someone like him. All of the Beasts before him were dead and old magic wasn't common anymore, not unless you were touched by it.

But he can't through his life away on a chance, a mere chance that she might be able to help him. If he left his home, then he couldn't come back to it. This wasn't like sneaking his friends in or sneaking out for a day of fun and teenage rebellion. This was full on rebellion to the Family and they would find out eventually. When they did it was safe to say that Blaine would either be outcasted or hunted down. (Couldn't let our little mistakes roaming around free.)

He didn't even know if he'd be able to see Wes and David again. If he'd be able to come back to Westerville at all.

He didn't want to die. (What was he supposed to do?)

He didn't want to die. (Could he actually do this?)

Blaine didn't want to die at seventeen, and if not seventeen then at eighteen or nineteen. Whenever the curse finally overtook him and he'd die from a death even worse than the daily transformations.

This would kill him unless he stopped it and unlike all the others he had a small shred of hope. For a favor he could beat it.

Just a small insignificant favor.

-Chapter End-

Author's note: I was going to continue on but I thought that was a good place to end it and it wasn't a complete cliffhanger. Sort of.

So what did you all think?