Warnings: Au, Were!fic
Spoilers: Season 2
Disclaimer:Don't own, no money, don't sue.

Summary: Dalton Academy, the Westerville all boys' school and the one place Kurt never thought he'd end up. They forgot to mention it was only available to werewolves and werecats. When Kurt is forced head first into the world of the supernatural, the only thing he wants is to keep out of trouble. The only problem with that? Blaine Anderson, who seems to be the exact opposite of keeping out of trouble, and the one person he can't stay away from.

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A/N: For the sake of the story, I moved around some of the events that happened in cannon. For example, "Furt" happened but it just happened earlier in the season. I have 3 (not including this one) reasonably long chapters already complete, one of which I'm planning on splitting in half. I'll be updating once a week (Tuesday's) to give myself time to finish writing each chapter. Much thanks to the lovely retrochic_21for betaing the first two chapters. Also, I'm looking for a co-author to write the smut scenes (because I completely suck at it) that will eventually be coming in the story. You'll totally get credit for all the parts you write. If anyone's interested or just want more info, e-mail me at: dude_its_sam_not_sammy yahoo . com (minus the spaces) or leave just a review.

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Chapter Three A:

We've Got a Big

Mess on Our Hands


"When one door of happiness closes, another opens; But often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one that has been opened for us." - Helen Keller


I use to think that I knew who I was. What I was capable of, what I could and wanted to achieve. Maybe I'll rediscover what that is one day, or maybe I never stopped being the Kurt Hummel that I thought I was and just haven't realized that yet. However way you look at it, when I first stepped foot into Dalton, I was lost, I was scared, and I was alone. I didn't know the first thing about what was happening to me or how to deal with it. I couldn't tell my family or my friends how fucking terrified I felt. I love them. I do, but lets face it, trying to explain the fact that I suddenly have retractable claws will only get you sent to one place, regardless of how much they love me, or vice versa. That first day was when I realized that everything I knew would never be the same again. It was also the day I officially met one Blaine Anderson, the lead vocalist for the Dalton Academy Warblers and as I later came to find out so, so much more.


When Kurt first stepped through the large wooden doors of Dalton Academy, he was immediately overtaken by the feeling of awe. As he looked around, glancing at the winding staircase, the skylight, which from the looks of it, appeared to be made from genuine Tiffany glass, and finally settling on the various paintings that hung from the walls (and oh my god, is that a Rembrandt?).

Kurt didn't really have much time to look around the main building after the rushed move into the dorms yesterday and he was way too tired to attempt sneaking through there at night. Finn, Burt, Carole and even the New Directions showed up to help unpack and bid him farewell, though only the four of them knew the real reason why. Afterwards they'd all went to a near by pizza place for a mini impromptu going away party. It was surprisingly quite nice. It really made him wish he didn't have to go but after the latest incident, he couldn't risk it. He never got in trouble for clawing Karofsky (which was totally justified and deserved, by the way), so he assumed the older boy never mentioned it.

"Then again who would?" he thought bitterly "Yes, that's right. I got my ass handed to me by the local gay kid who also, by the way, is more than half my size." He snorted "Yeah, like I could see that happening."

Kurt let out a soft sigh and focused on his current situation. "Well, this is it." He thought and headed up the stairs toward the main office.

The halls were quite, it being a little after seven with the earliest class not starting until eight, Kurt only saw a few other students on his way. All of which offered only a quick glance in his direction before looking away and hurrying off to their destinations.

Kurt raised an eyebrow as he watches his latest, but completely unintentional, victim give him a fleeting look before scattering, faster than dust in the wind.

"Weird." He thought, as he stopped to push the office doors open. But in a way, Kurt was somewhat glad for whatever weird avoidance thing the other students were doing. In the grand scheme of things, he would rather he ignored than have a repeat of what happened at McKinley. And if that meant Kurt had to be alone for the foreseeable future, regardless of how much he would prefer not to, well, he'd long since accepted that that was just something he was going to have to live with.

Kurt took a deep breath and let his face sip into the politely disinterested mask that he unfortunately learned to perfect over the years.

"Excuse me," Kurt said as he stepped up to the desk "I'm here to pick up my schedule. I'm the new transfer."

The secretary, who at least had to be in her 50's, looked up. "Ah, yes. You must be Mr. Hummel. I'm Mrs. Black"

"Hello, nice to meet you." He replied as she handed him a file and several books.

"Likewise." She said with a smile. "Right, now in there you'll find everything you'll need. Also, on the phone your father mentioned that you were in the glee club at your old school, so we pulled some strings to get you a spot on the Warblers." She said with a wink. "Practice is Tuesday's through Thursday's after school from 4 to 6 pm in the senior commons, so don't be late. Now normally we'd let you go to explore and get to know your way around, but since you're a late transfer, we've assigned someone to be your guide for the week. He's on the Warblers as well, so you two should have something to talk about."

Kurt vaguely registered the office door opening behind him, when Mrs. Black continued.

"Ah, and there he is now. Kurt, this is Blaine Anderson, your guide."

Before Kurt even finished turning around, he was hit hard by a wave of what smelt like air after a long thunderstorm. Kurt blinked. It was actually quite nice. Really nice in fact, and for some reason, familiar.

When Kurt first got a good look at him, his first thought (excluding the disturbingly adamant "mine" that rang through his head, which by the way, we're going to pretend never happened.) was 'Damn, he's going to be trouble.' Which was an odd thing to think, considering the boy in front of him looked like he could be the poster child for all things dapper.

When Blaine saw him, he looked surprised, but it was quickly replaced by a small but genuine smile.

"Hi, I'm Blaine." He said, reaching out to shake Kurt's hand, holding on to it a bit longer than was strictly necessary.

Kurt raised an eyebrow "So I've heard." He responded with a smirk.

"Well go on then," said Mrs. Black. "Off you go."

"Well." said Blaine, to as they both walked back into the hall "Let me show you around the most common areas of Dalton before class starts. We should have pretty much the same schedules but I'll show you how to get to and from the classes we don't have together."

"Thank you. I really appreciate it. I imagine it's not every kids dream to show the new kid round, especially in the middle of the semester."

Blaine laughed, and Kurt couldn't help the warm feeling he got for being the cause of it.

"I am so screwed." He thought

"Yeah, it's really not." Turning to face Kurt, he continued "But in this case, I really don't mind." Blaine finished with a soft smile.

"Yep. Definitely shit out of luck."

Kurt blushed slightly "I'm sure."

"Well, I suppose it could be worse. He is rather cute, even if he's a little short."

"I have to admit, I was quite surprised when you showed up here. It was a very good surprise, of course but I'll admit, I was worried about what had happened to you."

Kurt gave Blaine a bemused look. "I'm not quite sure what you mean..." he trailed off.

Blaine stopped and really looked at Kurt. Not being one to back down, especially since he didn't know what Blaine was going on about, held his gaze, regardless of how much the intensity made him squirm inside.

After what seemed like forever (but in reality was only a few seconds), Blaine spoke "You really have no idea who I am, do you." It was said more like a statement that a question.

Kurt hesitated, then shook his head. He could tell that Blaine had noticed his pause, but honestly, he was quite sure that he never saw this boy before in his life (he'd remember that face, and those eyes, and his… well you get the point) and Kurt sure as hell wasn't going to say 'but you do smell familiar'. He was not going to be the one to start that conversation. His life was weird enough with all this crazy shit happening to him, thank you very much and he did not need to get himself committed, right now or in the future.

Thankfully, Blaine looked like he decided to let it go, at least for the moment.

He cleared his throat and they continued walking.

The tour in its entirety was pretty straight forward, library, commons, cafeteria; although Blaine did continue to flirt shamelessly and much to Kurt's own surprise, he had encouraged it (oh come on, he certainly wasn't going to be the one to tell pretty boy to stop) and even managed to make him blush once or twice (and he will definitely not be repeating what he said to make that happen).

They discovered that they both had all the same classes on Mondays and Fridays, and at least one class with each other Tuesday's through Thursday's. Since it was almost 7:50, they both decided to head to class. Because Kurt was assigned to Blaine for the week, their seats were rearranged so they could sit next to each other.

After they had settled in, Blaine leaned over and began to speak softly. "I know this might sound like an odd question, but can you sing?" he asked.

"Actually, yes. Kurt responded, surprised. "I was in my old school's glee club."

Blaine gave him a blinding smile. "That's great! I don't know why I never mentioned this earlier but you should join the Warblers."

Kurt started to speak but Blaine stopped him.

"I know it's late in the semester, but I happen to know someone who can get you in." he said, still whispering.

"Oh? And who might that be?" Kurt responded with a smirk, deciding to wait a little before telling Blaine he was already on the Warblers.

"Me, of course. Being the lead vocalist does hold some weight, you know." He said, grinning slyly.

Kurt leaned toward Blaine. "Well, fancy that." He said "I just happened to know someone who just transferred and was given a spot on the Warblers."

Blaine, catching on, seemed to light up at this news. "Oh? And who might that be?" he asked brazenly, repeating Kurt's earlier words.

Kurt smirked "Why me, of course."

Before Blaine was able to respond, the teacher walked in. He did however; send Kurt a quick wink as class began.

After their first two classes, it was time for lunch. Even though Blaine had already shown Kurt where the cafeteria was that morning, Blaine still accompanied him; when Kurt asked why, he just gave him a soft smile and that look (he would call it smitten, but that's not possible…right?) that Blaine has been giving him all day and replied "Kurt, I've been looking for you forever, there's no way I'm letting you go that easy."

Kurt, of course, ducked his head and blushed. Trying to convince himself (not very successfully) that the warm, happy feeling he got from hearing that was just from the flattery he wasn't used to.

After they walked in and got their food, as Kurt followed Blaine towards an empty table, Kurt found it was hard not to notice the students that seemed to be giving them the right of way. It kind of reminded him of his trip to the office earlier that day. He also noticed that this wasn't the first time. When he was with Blaine, regardless of how crowded the halls were, when he walked through, everyone seemed to part and diverge around him. They didn't even look like they were consciously doing it either, many still carrying on their conversations with their friends, outwardly oblivious to everything except Blaine and his current location.

When they sat down, after a several minutes of pondering this, he decided to ask Blaine. "Okay so I have a question, and I'm not really sure how to word this without sounding completely paranoid." He said, only partially joking.

Blaine looked up "Ask away." He said with a genuine smile "I promise not to judge."

Kurt took a deep breath "Okay, so the skittish act, what's up with that? I mean it's definitely an improvement from my last school and I realize not everyone's but the 'let's-not-give-Kurt-a-second-look thing is getting. I know it not anything I did, I just got here." He finished wryly.

Blaine frowned at Kurt for a few seconds, confused before his eyes widened in realization. "Oh." He said dumbfounded. "Oh. You don't know yet, do you?"

"Know what?" Kurt asked.

"I can't. You'll have to…" Blaine just shook his head and gave a frustrated sigh. "It's complicated."

"Blaine…" Kurt warned.

"It's very complicated." He said, looking as if someone had kicked his puppy.

Kurt glared "You're not going to tell me, are you?"

Blaine gave him a sad look "I'm not, no."

Kurt thought about that for a second "But will you? Eventually, I mean."

"What do you mean?" Blaine asked carefully, fully aware that Kurt was fierce and wasn't going to give up that easily.

He rolled his eyes. "I mean, there's reason you aren't telling me now, right? You can at least tell me that much."

Blaine hesitated, but replied "Yes."

"That reason, it's important. I can tell by how upset you are. Don't try to deny it." Kurt said as Blaine opened his mouth. "I can see it on your face." His mouth snapped shut with an audible click.

With a sheepish look on his face, Blaine gestured for Kurt to continue.

"It's important enough that I know I'll find out sooner or later, so I want you to promise me something. I want you to promise that whatever it is, I'll hear it from you."

"Kurt…"

"No Blaine, don't 'Kurt…' me. For some crazy reason, I trust you. More than I've ever trusted anyone with the exception of my dad. I just met you Blaine, but somehow I feel like I've known you my whole life." Kurt pleaded. "I want to hear it from you."

Blaine closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. "You're not going to let this go until I agree to this, are you?" he said, opening his eyes with a small smile.

Kurt shook his head.

"Okay. I can't guarantee when but I promise."

Kurt gave him a bright smile. "Thank you."

"For the record," Blain began "I feel the same. About you, I mean."

Kurt's expression softened, knowing that he was most likely reflecting the same look he'd seen Blaine give him several times since that morning.

"So," he said, leaning in. "How do you feel about Patti LuPone?"

The last two classes of the day went by quickly. The workload was definitely more challenging than McKinley, but Kurt found he appreciated it.

As they made their way back to their rooms, they stopped a moment by the stairs. Their rooms were on different floors, so this is where they would part ways.

"So, how was your first day at Dalton?" Blaine asked with a smile.

"It was interesting. The company wasn't that bad either."

"Oh well, I'll be sure to let him know." Blaine said with a teasing grin. "I'll see you tomorrow, Kurt."

As they were about to part ways and head back to their respective dorms, Kurt stopped him.

"Look, I know this is probably the wrong time to bring this up, but if I don't, it's going to be bugging me for the rest of the night." Once sure that he had Blaine attention, he took a deep breath and continued "The continuous flirting today, what was that about? Because while I do realize that I have the tendency to make things up in my head, I like to think I know when I'm being hit on."

Blaine gave him a conflicted look before pulling him into a less crowded part of the hall. "I realize you don't… know, and that I can't tell you just yet, but I was. Flirting with you, I mean."

Kurt tilted his head "So you're…"

"Gay?" He finished "Yes. I'm not going to lie to you Kurt. I like you, a lot." Blaine stated, staring at Kurt intently "But I also have to warn you, being around me, even as a friend should you decide that's all you want, isn't going to be easy."

Kurt thought about what Blaine had said. "This has something to do with that thing you can't tell me yet, doesn't it?"

Blaine nodded. "Yes."

"Okay." Kurt said. "I can live with that."

Blaine gave him a surprised look, as if he thought Kurt's response would indicate him wanting nothing to do with Blaine.

Kurt rolled his eyes at the look on Blaine's face. "I like you too." He said as he reached over to straighten Blaine's tie. "And I want you in my life, whether it be as a friend, a boyfriend, or a plant on the windowsill. Like you told me earlier today," he said, as he started to walk toward and up the stairs, leaving Blaine with a contented grin on his face "there's no way I'm letting you go that easy."

Kurt took his exit (a pretty smooth exit if you asked him) resisting the urge he had to look back. Once he was safely out of view from the boy he left standing in the hall below, he let out the breath he didn't even know he was holding.

Only when he had made inside his room, did he allow himself to break out in a wide grin. "Blaine actually likes me." He thought. Sure, Kurt thought it was weird feeling like this about a boy he literally just met (and maybe he should give it more thought), but Kurt didn't care and he didn't care why either. All he knew was that he was happy. Truly, genuinely happy, something he hasn't felt in a while. And if after he was in bed, it happened to sound like Kurt was purring, he'll just label it as 'Weird Shit' and drop it in the box called 'Don't Care".


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