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So, here's Chapter 7, comment/review so I know what you think of it.

This was bad. This was very bad.

They outnumbered it but they were still no match.

The young werewolf looked around at the scene in front of him. He and some of his pack mates were on guard watch for the day. Usually the day guard was the safest one, so the guard was up of the younger of the packs members.

Coin. The wolves name is Coin. He's sixteen and the youngest allowed to take shift on guard.

Six werewolves made up the day shift. It was supposed to be simple. Keep watch make sure that thing that was far too crooked and strange to be considered a man stayed away from the spell bound boy.

Coin watched as another one of his pack mates was thrown against a tree and the limp body didn't move. Didn't breathe.

Just three of them left. Three already dead, it took less than half an hour for this to happen.

It was supposed to be simple, but the chosen boy didn't leave to school as he usually does. Instead he took off in the direction of Westerville. This sent the crooked creature into a frenzy going after the boy as though It could stop him. Power and magic pouring from him. The guards reacted, their job when needed was to ensure the crooked figure didn't cause harm to anything or one around it.

They were in the woods, trying to stay ahead of it. They were a good twenty minutes away from Lima having been pushed back in the fight.

Growing up Coin was taught of the time before. When all of the creatures lived in peace in a different land, a different world. There was no war. No fighting. They all just lived their lives.

Till the darkness came and the Chosen saved them all. Saved everyone and everything. It took the greatest cost, but he had done it.

Young. So young. The boy was the same age as Coin now. If the boy could give his everything to protect those around him, than so could Coin. At least that was Coin's argument when he fought the pack elders into letting him help with the guard.

After the war was over and the darkness gone, the Seekers spoke of the new prophecy.

Many beings and their kind swore their lives to service, and those of their descendants. Werewolves were the first to make the oath. Too protect at any cost the one that gave them the gift to live life, the gift that cost his own.

They took the journey between worlds and waited for the time to come for when they could fulfil their oath. During this time the crooked figure emerged and made its presence known.

For the last near sixteen years the figure appeared closer and closer to the newly born boy. It's goal clear. The guards kept track of It. Knowing the protection spell Elizabeth had put on her boy kept the darkness from getting near him didn't keep completely keep away concern. Nor did the second one she placed when the boy was seven.

Go. Send warning to the others. The voice of his brother entered his head.

Coin shook his wolf head to the bigger wolf in front of him. No.

Go.

Not leaving without you.

You know I can't leave. Sworn till death. You are not. It was true the law stated anyone younger than eighteen did not have to offer service or die for the cause.

Coin shook his head again. Not leaving you.

Don't be foolish, Cub! The voice angrily shouted.

I will fight alongside you, Flynn. The younger wolf stood his ground.

Then you will die too, Cub. Flynn growled.

Coin lifted his head high. Then I will die with my brother.

The older wolf studied his little brother before lifting his head and howling as loud as he could, Coin and the last pack mate joining. Together they were loud enough to be heard by the rest of the pack. The pack that wouldn't make it in time to help.

Tonight a family will grieve for lost loved ones.


"Kurt, let's go to the waterfall." The curly haired boy insisted his hazel eyes bright in the mid-day sun. A gentle hand grabbing his own and pulling him off in the direction of what sounded like that waterfall.

They stopped running as soon as-

"Kurty, time to wake up. We're here."

Mike started poking him in the face.

Kurt smacked the hand away from his face and blinked open his eyes. "What happened?" His voice a little rough.

Mike giggled a little, "Man you fell asleep as soon as we got on the highway. Leaving me all on my lonesome with the radio."

Kurt took off his sunglasses and rubbed his eyes, "Sorry, Mikey. Didn't mean to."

Giggling more, "It's cool, man. You had a good dream though." Mike told him with a smile.

With narrowed eyes Kurt asked, "How would you know?"

Mike grinned, "You were smiling all goofy the whole time you were knocked out."

Kurt blushed as memories of his dream flew through his head.

"Aww. Was it a boy this time?" Mike cooed.

Kurt blushed harder and punched Mike's arm, "Shut up." Then a thought his him, "Mikey, I actually remembered my dream. Like almost the whole thing, well, up until you woke me."

Mike tilted his head, "Did it involve a boy anyways?"

"Really, Mikey, Really? Yes, it did. No it was not a wet dream or whatever else you can think of." Kurt sighed as Mike kept looking at him expectantly, "We were just running to a water fall."

Mike smirked and waggled his eyebrows, "And what were you two going to do at the waterfall?"

"Michael!"

Mike laughed and waved his hands in surrender, "Okay, okay! I'm done!"

Kurt glared at Mike till he stopped laughing. He looked around and saw that they were parked in a visitor's parking lot in front of a really nice, huge school. Too huge to be a school and way to nice.

"Whoa…" he breathed out.

"I know, man. Totally got me too." Mike nodded to Kurt's face. "My face looked just like yours, just Asian instead."

Kurt nodded, "Uh huh."

"Should probably go in there, man."

"Uh huh"

"Probably today, Kurty." Mike chuckled.

Kurt blinked and nodded again, "Alright, yeah. I'll go ahead and go." He unclipped his seatbelt.

"Call if you need me. There's a gate open right there that you can walk through." Mike pointed off to the side the main building.

"Alright, Mikey. Don't worry, I won't be long." Kurt assured him and hopped out of the car.

He made his way through the gate and to front doors. Even the doors looked fancy. Kurt shook his head and went in. The interior looked amazing, leaving him in awe. He wondered around for a good twenty minutes shooting off a text to update Mike.

Nothing useful so far. This place is amazing though!

Kurt was on the second floor of part of the main school building looking out a floor length window when a bell rung. Blazer clad boys came out of the doors in the corridor beside him the majority making their way towards the stairwell not even noticing the misplaced boy standing next to the window they all seemed to be in hurry to go to the same place.

Typical boys, Kurt thought. As he followed the mass down the stairs. Curiosity getting the better of him he decided to stop one of the boys to ask what was going on. The next boy walk passed him he tapped on the shoulder at they hit the bottom of the stairs. The boy was looking at pocket watch most likely why he didn't notice Kurt on the stairs.

"Hey, I'm new-"

Whatever Kurt was going to say fled his mind the moment the boy turned to face him. The boy who looked so anxious a second ago had look of pure shock on his face Kurt was too busy staring at his eyes to notice.

His eyes. They're those eyes. The ones from last night. The ones from falling asleep in the car earlier. He's never seen anyone with hazel eyes like that before in real life until now.

But the boy, the boy the eyes belonged to, he seemed so familiar. He just wasn't sure where from. This boy couldn't have been the boy from in his dream. God, did he wish he could remember more details from his dream, he remembered for sure it was a boy with these hazel eyes that led him to the water fall.

His hair. Dream boy had curly hair. This boy had his hair gelled within an inch of its life.

Kurt shook his head a bit. I must look stupid just staring at this boy I don't even know, he thought. Though the unknown boy looked to be staring at Kurt rather intently his face full of confusion, and something else Kurt couldn't name.

He cleared his throat, spy mode, right. "Hi, I'm new here." He said it seemed to snap the tan boy out of his trance. Kurt smiled nervously, "I'm Kurt." He stuck out his hand.

He doesn't remember me. Why doesn't he remember me? But he's here. Dear fate, he's actually here. What is he doing here? Can he stay? Were the thoughts running through the shorter boy's head.

Something passed over the shorter boy's face, Kurt could've sworn it was the most pained expression he had ever seen. Just as the expression showed up it quickly disappeared and a smile replaced it.

The boy grabbed Kurt's hand and shook it, both boys feeling the warm happy like feeling envelope them. "I'm Blaine."

Blaine. Kurt smiled, he really liked that name. It seemed to fit the hazel eyed boy perfectly. "Blaine." He tested the name out loud liking the way it felt so natural to him.

Blaine's smile grew wide, he really missed hearing his name said in that voice. The voice that never changed. He just wanted to grab the boy in front of him and pull him into his arms just as he had done some many times before. Maybe everything could work out. It had to work out.

"Yes, Kurt." Blaine couldn't help but say Kurt's name as well. The name no one has spoken in Dalton. The name seemed to echo in the still busy hallway.

Kurt finally realized they were still holding hands and blushed pulling his hand back, automatically feeling like it was the wrong choice. His hand twitched wanting to grab Blaine's again but that's weird he just met the other boy.

He saw that Blaine noticed his movement so he played it off as fixing his lapel on his dark grey blazer.

Blaine eyed the red on Kurt's cheeks thinking it was adorable.

"What's going on?" Kurt asked motioning around to the still moving students.

Blaine grinned, "Come on." He'll use showing Kurt to were the senior commons as an excuse to hold the boy's hand again. He grabbed Kurt's right hand and pulled him in the right direction. "The Warbler's are Dalton's rock stars and they're performing."

Blaine looked to Kurt's face as they ran down the empty hallway, the boy way looking around in awe with a smile on his face. It reminded Blaine of so many times before of them running through fields together holding hands. Kurt looked over to him and his smile grew as did the blush on his cheeks. Blaine smiled back before realizing where they were and coming to halt in front of two wood doors.

Not having let go of the pale hand in his, Blaine turned to Kurt happiness dancing across his face. "You are going love this, I promise." He told him.

You're going to love this, I promise.

Kurt froze. Those words seemed like déjà vu.

"Come on, Kurt. You are going to love this, I promise." Blaine told him while grabbing his hand and leading him outside into the snow. "Just enjoy what is around you." The boy said and started dancing with him as snow gently fell around them on a winter night. It was perfect.

"Kurt?"

Kurt blinked and realized Blaine had been trying to get his attention, "Yes?"

"Are you alright, Kurt?" Blaine asked in a concerned voice, he had watched Kurt get a faraway look and tried talking to him for a few moments before Kurt actually responded.

Kurt shook his head, he just met this boy having weird day dreams about him were not a good sign, and he doesn't even know if Blaine likes boys. "Yes, sorry. You were saying something about a promise?"

Blaine decided to let it slide for now and put on a smile, "Yeah, just watch."

With that he let go of Kurt's hand and opened the wood doors to the room where no doubt everyone was waiting for him. He turned to Kurt, to say "Enjoy." And jumped into the front of the group of Warblers in the center of the room ignoring all the shocked gasps coming from his friends.

Kurt leaned against the back wall, a little wide eyed that Blaine, the random boy from the stairs is actually part of the Warblers that he came to spy on. As if that weren't enough Blaine had to open his mouth.

You think I'm pretty

Without any makeup on

You think I'm funny

When I tell the punchline wrong

I know you get me

So I let my walls come down, down

Oh my god. Boys singing Katy Perry.

Before you met me

I was alright but things

Were kinda heavy

You brought me to life

Now every February

You'll be my Valentine, Valentine

An all boy's show choir were singing Katy Perry and the students loved it. Student who were also boys.

Let's go all the way tonight

No regrets, just love

We can dance, until we die

You and I, will be young forever

Blaine hadn't taken his eyes off of Kurt the whole song.

You make me feel

Like I'm livin' a

Teenage dream

The way you turn me on

I can't sleep

Let's run away and

Don't ever look back,

Don't ever look back

No way was this handsome most likely straight boy singing to him.

My heart stops

When you look at me

Just one touch

Now baby I believe

This is real

So take a chance and

Don't ever look back,

Don't ever look back

Kurt just stared in awe, it was like Blaine was reading his mind knew Kurt liked him already because the boy sent him a huge smile as he kept singing and dancing.

I'mma get your heart racing

In my skin-tight jeans

Be your teenage dream tonight

Let you put your hands on me

In my skin-tight jeans

Be your teenage dream tonight

As the song ended Kurt was barely aware of the other around him as he clapped, his eyes never leaving Blaine's. It was like something had clicked into place in Kurt but his mind had yet to figure out what that was.

He didn't notice as all the students left just leaving him and the Warblers in the room.

"Kurt? Kurt!" Suddenly he had two sets of arms wrapped around him and he froze wide eyed. Who was on him and how did they know his name?

"I can't believe it's you, Kurt!" The bodies pulled back to look at him. One was blonde and tall the other was African American and just as tall. They looked like he had seen them somewhere before but he couldn't remember.

Then his head hurt. It felt like it was going to explode. He squeezed his eyes shut and grabbed his head. "Ahh." He let out a pained hiss just as his knees buckled and he fell forward.

Blaine who had been lost looking at Kurt through the end of the song had watched David and Jeff attack the poor boy in a hug not knowing he didn't remember them. He saw the panic and then pain cross the boy's face he ran in time to catch the boy as he fell.

"Move out of the way." He growled to the Warbler's that were nearby and carried Kurt to one of the couches and sat him down, "Are you alright?" He asked softly sitting next to Kurt.

Kurt kept his head in his hands as he leant forwards resting his elbows on his knees, he didn't look up. "H-how do they know my name?" His voice timid and unsure, "Is this some trick or something? Are you going to beat me up?" He didn't see the looks of horror cross every one of the Warbler's faces at the mention of hurting him, the horror was mixed with hurt at not being remembered. But Blaine did, he saw their faces and knew his matched theirs.

"No one here is going to hurt you, I promise." Blaine said reassuringly and placing a hand in Kurt's back gently.

Kurt relaxed under the touch and couldn't understand why. He was confused and his head was killing him, two boys already hugged him, now Blaine was touching him. After a moment Kurt jumped to the end of the couch away from Blaine's hand and looked up.

He couldn't understand why the other boy looked so hurt at his actions and that made his heart ache for some unknown reason. Kurt shook his head, "If you're so sure about that then what's going on?" he asked trying to be confident in a room where a group of strange boys were starting at him like they knew him and he was acting weird.

Wes stepped forward, "Why don't we head to the Warbler house and have a talk?"

Kurt shook his head, "Sorry, but I don't know you guys, I'm not going to some more discreet location with you."

Wes sighed smiling sadly and nodded, "Of course. At least let's close the doors." He walked over to the other side of the room and closed the doors he walked back and took a seat on the couch opposite to Kurt.

"How do you feel? Please tell me, no one will judge you." Wes asked softly.

Blaine shifted on the couch scooting as he dared to Kurt, afraid to upset him but wanting to be close.

Kurt eyed Wes then looked around the room eyes locking with everyone before settling on Blaine next to him who had a desperate look on his face, "I don't know any of you but," he looks back to Wes not able to handle the pained look on Blaine's face. "But you feel familiar. Which is really weird because I have never seen you any of you in my fifteen years of life. But yet, you all seem to know me."

Wes nodded, "Anything else?" he prompted.

Kurt nodded careful of his headache, "After they hugged me," He pointed to a sad David and a slightly crying Jeff. "I got a really bad headache that hasn't gone away. I don't know you, why would you hug a stranger like that?"

Jeff sniffled louder, "You always let me hug you." He spoke out loud from Nick's side.

Kurt just looked more confused, and rubbed his temples. "I think I would know if a blonde boy were hugging me other than just today." He said feeling a little sick.

"Are you feeling-"

Whatever Blaine was about to ask got cut off as the wood doors swung open and Mike came running in. It had been over forty minutes and Kurt hadn't been answering his phone and Mike might have panicked and gone looking for him. Mike scanned the room quickly before spotting a Kurt who had heard the noise and looked up. "Kurty!" He said briskly walking and sitting next to Kurt pulling the boy into his arms ignoring everyone else in the room who was gaping at him. Odd. "Don't scare me like that! It's been forty minutes and you didn't answer your phone. Jesus, man. Not cool."

"Head hurts, Mikey." Kurt mumbled.

Mike looked up from Kurt and was about to chew out the Warbler's for whatever reason why Kurt's head hurt when he locked eyes with Wes.

"Michael?" Wes breathed out eyes full of tears. He stood and walked in front of the other Asian.

"Michael."

Poor Coin, man. :/

So, what do ya think is the connection between Wes and Mike? Come on take a guess! Dooo it.

Till next time.

-Love,

Nemo.