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No one suspects the two supporting characters in the back of all the drama. No one expects them to be anything else but what they are supposed to be. But they are. When Kurt, a newly bitten werewolf, comes face to face with the man of his dreams only to find out what he really is and who he's related to. Follow Kurt through life as he goes through life as a lycanthrope alongside his boyfriend, Blaine.
Warnings: boy/boy love, possible cussing, slash later, fluff somewhere in there.
AN:/ Okay, I am aware that the meeting of Kurt and Blaine is kinda Twilight-y, but just bear with me. Thank you for reading!
First Impressions
Blaine woke up next morning feeling mysteriously optimistic. He put the load of gel he usually has into his hair dressed in his favorite outfit: a black polo, bright red pants, and his favorite red, white and blue bow tie.
He took one of the bags of blood hidden in the back of the fridge, put it into a travel mug and stuck it into the microwave. He planned to drink it on his drive to school.
School.
He put on his coat and walked through the chilly September air to his car.
...
He was ready to face amother boring school in another boring town...well, he THOUGHT it was gonna be boring.
He drove into the school parking lot and the first thing he noticed were the people who saw his car peering through the tinted glass in an attempt to get a look at the new kid.
When he had finally found a parking space and stepped out, he could practically feel the sering stares burning a hole through him as he tried to avoid the inevitable intrest toward the school's new student. He went through this every time he went to a new school, the stares that always made him second guess his choice of high school for a few seconds, the stares that you'd think he'd be used to by now...but he wasn't.
He had gotten better at ignoring them at least.
He took a deep breath and stalked toward the building.
Kurt's worrying about returning to school was completely justified the moment he stepped through the doors of McKinley. He was greeted back from summer with a faceful of blue slushy.
Kurt was glad that his reflexes had gotten so quick so that he had the chance to at least close his eyes before the drink was thrown into his eyes.
He didn't even say anything back to the douchebags. He simply sighed and reached into his bag to pull out his spare clothes that he was so thankful he had brought to school before running into the nearest bathroom.
This was just great. First he was attacked and bitten by a dog, then he gets home, bleeding, to find that his dad had woken up and demanded to know where he had been. Burt scolded him, saying that he could've gotten kidnapped and raped.
Kurt lied. Kurt said he was fine. Kurt didn't say anything about the big black dog even though there was a strong feeling in his mind telling him that he should. Kurt almost never lied to his father. Kurt almot never lied. Period.
He had still gotten grounded for the rest of the weekend.
His dad didn't notice when he walked out of the house wearing a scarf [that he thought was horribly out of season] to hide the bandage that covered to bite at his neck.
This was gonna be a long year.
Blaine walked through the glass door of the principal's office after turning in his transfer papers. He walked through the hallways, looking around. He tried to stare at anything besides the people staring at him.
He noticed a large group of people, a fair many in cheerleading uniforms, gathering around a wall. He slowly crept forward, trying not to get anyone to notice him, so he could take a look.
The wall was full of sign-ups for school clubs and groups.
What the hell? he thought. He signed up for art and after thinking about it for a few seconds, football (What? Gay men can't be sporty?) he did love sports after all even if football wasn't his favorite. He may have been on the small side, but he was fast.
That was when the first bell rang.
Blaine was very discouraged to find that McKinley didn't offer Italian as a foreign language.
It was, after all, his first language.
But, unfortunately, they didn't.
So he went with his second choice
French.
The same class, coincidentally, where one Kurt Hummel was heading to this very moment.
"Bonjour, la classe!" The pretty French teacher called to them as the class filed in and took seats of their choice. He seemed to be the only new kid in there because he seemed the only one that wasn't latching on to old friends.
Wait.
Almost the only one.
There was someone else.
His back was turned to Blaine as he sat himself in a table far in the corner of the class. He was dressed stylishly if not slightly flamboyantly, his soft-looking chestnut colored hair was styled into a perfect coiff.
Blaine's Gaydar went off towards this guy and he smiled before going forward it introduce himself.
It wasn't until he was about three feet away from him that said boy turned around and...
Oh.
Oh, No.
A snarl too low for any human in the room to hear ripped through his lips as a look of hatred was shot towards the chestnut-haired boy.
No.
He couldn't attack this boy. He didn't know his intentions, but he still had to be cautious. He took a seat at the table without saying anything to the boy and sat in his seat in such a way that his body was as far away from the stench as possible.
The stench of a Werewolf.
He dared to take another breath.
Oh.
Another surprise.
He was New.
Blaine relaxed a bit when he realized that the wet-dog stench that was expected of a werewolf wasn't as integrated into his system as it would've been had he been a werewolf that had already been through the Transformation. Another sniff told him that the smell was really only centered around one place: His neck. He couldn't be any older than a few days.
Blaine then felt sympathy toward the boy, after all, he probably didn't even know what he was.
Poor guy.
"Is there a problem I can help you with?" an irritable voice interrupted his thought. The object of his thought was talking to him.
Crap.
Had he been staring?
It took him a while longer than it should have been to answer because he suddenly recalled the sound of his table-partner's voice. It was high-pitched for a male, melodic. He must be a singer. It was an odd voice considering his gender and age, but it fit his face. Pale, smooth skin that could be considered slightly...
Effeminate. He was very good-looking, though. He wasn't hot. No. He could only be considered as beautiful. An angelic face, soft all-around.
Not at all like a werewolf should look.
"No," he answered smoothly, "Just thinking."
Their attention was then brought to the front of the classroom as the teacher silenced everyone and started to take role.
He was barely listening, he was thinking too hard. It wasn't until his table-partner said in his melodic voice, as clear as a bell, "Here," that he suddenly snapped to attention.
What name had he responded to?
Kurt Hummel, was it?
Kurt. The name suits him.
When Blaine responded when his name was called, he vaguely saw Kurt shoot a quick glance at him when he thought he wasn't looking. He looked him from head to toe, taking in his appearance.
Blaine couldn't help but smirk.
Yay! They Met! That's awesome! Okay, so...yeah...Kay, Bye!
Wait!
...so...Review...
Kay, Bye [again]