A/N: Here we go. This is the last chapter! I hope you enjoy it!


They left the dorms at eight o' clock, Blaine carrying a duffel bag.

"Where are all the others?" Kurt asked, looking around the dark campus.

"There's cellars all throughout the forest. We each have our own. Watch out, it's easy to trip over here." He stomped into the forest and Kurt used his flashlight to watch the ground in front of him. A mouse scurried a few feet away. Above him, he heard an owl hoot.

They walked a mile or so further until Blaine set his bag down on the dirt. "Here we are." He opened an old, creaking, black iron gate to reveal a set of stairs descending underground. Lifting the bag back over his shoulder, he nodded for Kurt to follow him and walked inside.

The entire place seemed old. Everything was made of stone, from the walls to the floor. It was freezing, and Kurt regretted not bringing a jacket. Kurt got goosebumps, and he wasn't sure if it was from the cold or the eerie feeling he was getting from this place.

Blaine led him down the stairs to another gate, identical to the first, which he opened. This one revealed a large, concrete room. The only thing inside was a concrete bench off to the side and chain hooks lined up on the walls. Blaine set his duffel bag on the bench.

"So how does this work, exactly?" Kurt queried.

Blaine checked the time on his phone. "It's eight-forty. It should start around ten so I should be ready by nine-thirty." From his bag he took out a lump of thick, heavy chains. He dragged them across the floor and secured them on the hooks, one by one, pulling on them to make sure they wouldn't break. By the time he was done, it was nine-fifteen, and Kurt's heart was beginning to race.

At nine-twenty, Blaine took off his shirt, and Kurt tried not to stare. He was caught, however, and Blaine just laughed and shook his head.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"What?"

"I just find it funny that I'm about to turn into a wolf in less than an hour, and all you seem to be concerned about is checking me out."

"I was not—"

"You were."

Kurt blushed.

"Now in my bag, there's a water bottle. Can you find it for me?" Kurt dug around and found a bottle filled with some kind of light green liquid. He tossed it to Blaine. "What is it?"

"Wolfsbane." Before Kurt could do or say anything, he opened the bottle and chugged down at least a quarter of it before spitting it out and falling to his knees in a fit of chokes and coughs. He struggled to catch his breath.

"Blaine!" Kurt ran to his side as Blaine sputtered out blood. "Oh my god, are you okay?" All he could think of to do was to put an arm around his shoulder in comfort. Why wasn't there some kind of handbook or how-to guide for werewolves' boyfriends?

It took a few more minutes for the coughing to stop. "I'm...I'm fine," Blaine said, still attempting to catch his breath. "I have to drink it. It makes me weaker." Kurt remembered seeing at least two more bottles of the drink in Blaine's bag. Oh, God.

He took another drink, and the previous events repeated, the wolfsbane burning holes down his throat. Kurt could do nothing but watch. It killed him to see Blaine in such horrible pain. It was unbearable, but he fought through it, knowing that Blaine's pain was at least ten times worse than his own, and it was physical. If Blaine could get through this month after month, he certainly could for a few hours.

After he drained the first bottle, he tossed it into a corner of the room and began to chain himself. By the time he was done, it seemed like the transformation was already starting. Blaine was on his hands and knees, panting. He cried out in pain and his arms gave way underneath him, causing him to fall. Kurt rushed over to him, hushing him, hand on his boyfriend's back. "It'll be okay. You can do this. Just breathe. Breathe. You're gonna be okay."

While this seemed to comfort Blaine a little, it didn't help the crippling pain that was spreading throughout his entire body. It felt like he could shatter into pieces at any minute, turning into nothing but tiny shards of glass.

"Oh, god." He let out a loud, harsh scream as another wave of pain hit him like a punch to the gut. Kurt jumped back, frightened. The pain got more intense. His screams grew louder. Drops of sweat and tears ran down his face.

All Kurt could do was stand by and watch and he started to think that maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.

Another hour full of gut-wrenching, seemingly never-ending pain passed. Kurt tried comforting Blaine, to help even the slightest bit, but nothing helped.

Suddenly, Kurt heard a loud crack that echoed through the room. Blaine was now on all fours again, back pointing up, and his spine was sticking out of it at a horribly unnatural angle. There was another snap that could only be the sound of a bone breaking. Another snap. Another crack, and Blaine was writhing on the ground, and another bone was misshapen. And another. And another. The pain intensified with each snap or crack. He panted heavily, his breath coming short.

"Go," he whispered at first, but when Kurt stayed frozen in place, he raised his voice. "GO! GET OUT OF HERE!"

"No!" Kurt answered just as loud. "I'm not leaving you." He knelt beside Blaine again and ran his fingers through his hair. "It'll be okay."

"Not for you, it won't." Blaine pressed his forehead against the ground. "You have to go."

"I won't leave you, Blaine—"

"I said GO!" He roared and punched the concrete so hard the ground shook for a second. Kurt looked into his eyes and saw agony, fury, and sorrow. Then, suddenly, his irises turned a glowing golden color, and Kurt saw the eyes he caught looking at him in the forest last month.

"GO!" Blaine yelled again, and Kurt stumbled backwards, terrified at the fury in Blaine's voice. He ran to the gate and opened it. Just as he closed it behind him, there was another ear-shattering crack. Kurt locked the gate and right before his eyes, hair grew on Blaine, from on his legs to his arms to his stomach, There was another snap and his leg deformed to a sickly position. He let out a shriek and the next thing Kurt knew there was not a human inside the room, but instead a wolf.

When Kurt heard the word werewolf he thought of a half-man, half-wolf kind of creature, with two legs but a wolf's upper body. But what was in front of him was a wolf, looking just like any wolf you might see in a forest. It snarled at him, showing its razor-sharp canines. It looked like it was ready to attack.

In a flash it jumped to the gate, rattling it and terrifying Kurt. Kurt jumped back and fell to the ground. He quickly recovered, bolted up the stairs, out of the cellar, and ran.

He ran like hell, until he couldn't run anymore, until his lungs felt like they were about to explode and his legs felt like jelly. He ran until he couldn't hear the howling anymore and he could see or hear no trace of the last five hours. He collapsed to the dirty, muddy ground, not bothering to care about his clothes or anything else.

The look on the wolf's face had terrified him. It looked, to put it simply, bloodthirsty. He had to keep reminding himself that that wasn't Blaine. It was a monster, living in Blaine's body, never escaping. Blaine couldn't control his actions. He wasn't himself.

But how was Kurt supposed to deal with this? Blaine was right—he had extremely underestimated everything.

The cold air burned Kurt's throat. He was still kneeling on the ground, trying to catch his breath. He couldn't feel a bone in his body. Where was he? How was he supposed to get back? He was lost. Completely lost.

His heart raced. His breath came in short, shallow gasps. The forest started to spin. Kurt closed his eyes, put his head in his hands, and rocked back and forth on the cold floor of the forest. He knew what was happening. He was having a panic attack. It happened sometimes when he was little, especially after his mother died. He used to get them at school, when he was bullied. He couldn't see anything. Everything was a blur. He tried to concentrate on his breathing and take deep breaths. I will be okay. Everything will be fine.

He sat there for at least half an hour more, doing nothing but breathing and trying to think rationally to calm himself down. It's not the end of the world. You'll get through this. Eventually he calmed down enough to stand up and take a look around. It was pitch dark outside, and he had left his flashlight in the cellar. There was no sign of the end of the forest, and he wasn't sure what direction he had come from.

Kurt couldn't just stand here and freeze to death. He needed to move. So he started walking straight ahead, unsure of where he was headed. The forest had to end somewhere, right?

He stumbled around the forest aimlessly for at least an hour, but ran into nothing and no one. What if he was just going deeper into the forest?

He couldn't let himself think that way. He had to stay positive. He would run into something eventually.

Another hour passed, and he was no closer to getting out of the forest than he was two hours ago. He was tired. It had been almost twenty four hours since he last slept. The cold was the only thing keeping him awake. He had been walking for hours, and his feet were hurting. He decided to take a break. He sat down, back against a tree, and rested his head against the trunk. He didn't notice when his eyes closed and he drifted off to sleep.


"...the hell are you doing?"

When Kurt woke up he was confused for a moment. Then he remembered the events of the night before. He was in the middle of a forest. There were a pair of legs in front of him. He looked up to find Sebastian staring down at him. There was dirt streaked across his body. His hair was disheveled, sticking out in every which direction.

"I said, what the hell are you doing here?" He demanded. Kurt got to his feet so he was at eye level with the other boy.

"It's none of your business," he replied. If Sebastian was human again, did that mean Blaine was too? Kurt had to find him. He couldn't let Blaine think he had abandoned him.

"Answer the question, Hummel."

"Leave me alone." He began to walk away, trying not to let Sebastian see that he had no idea where he was going.

"You're lost, aren't you? I doubt you know these woods better than someone like me."

Kurt couldn't argue about that. He sighed, turning back to the other boy. "Fine. You win." He crossed his arms in bitter defeat and walked back to the werewolf.

"I'm guessing you were with Blaine. I can't believe the idiot actually let you within twenty feet of him tonight." He shook his head. "It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that people like you should be nowhere near werewolves on a night of a full moon."

Kurt suddenly felt guilty. He obviously hadn't been thinking clearly when he thought it would be safe to be with Blaine last night. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but it turned out to be the opposite. He wasn't going to let Blaine take the blame for his stupidity. "It was my idea, actually. I didn't exactly take 'no' for an answer. It's my fault."

Sebastian laughed. "Ah...now that I can believe."

Was he serious? "What exactly are you saying?" Kurt asked. "I know it wasn't my brightest idea to be there with Blaine last night, but I'm not an idiot."

"Sure. Whatever. Let's get back to Dalton." He began walking in the opposite direction of which Kurt had initially started walking.

"No. I'm going back to Blaine." Kurt planted his feet in the ground.

"Seriously, kid—"

"Don't call me that. I'm not even younger than you."

"Blaine's fine. Trust me. You'll see him later."

"But I have to—"

"No, you don't." Sebastian grabbed Kurt's forearm with a steel grip. "You need to get to school." Not letting go of Kurt's arm, he stormed out of the clearing they had been standing in. Kurt dragged behind him, almost running to keep up.

"What is your problem with me?"

"What?"

"Just tell me, Sebastian. What did I ever do to you to make you hate me so much?"

"The last time a human got in too deep with one of us, it didn't end well, and I refuse to let it happen again, no matter who it is. That's it."

"Who was it the first time?" Kurt wondered.

"That's none of your business. Knowing too much isn't always a good thing. You need to stop being so nosy."

"It was you, wasn't it? It happened to you the last time. And now you won't let anyone else be happy just because you can't be. That's it."

Sebastian stared at him like he had just spoken in a foreign language. The look on his face was one that Kurt had never seen before. He looked lonely, vulnerable. He always seemed to have this rock hard shell around him, refusing to let anyone break it in fear of them seeing everything that hid underneath. In that moment, that millisecond, Kurt had seen Sebastian without it. But it reappeared as fast as it left, and when Kurt looked again his face was expressionless.

"You put this...wall between you and everyone else. This huge, towering brick wall that keeps growing so much that no one may ever be able to break it down. But eventually, you're gonna have to knock it down yourself and deal with all of your problems. You can only push everyone and everything aside for so long." With that, Kurt continued walking towards the school. Sebastian stayed behind for a few moments before catching up again. The two were silent for the rest of the walk.

It took about an hour to get back to Dalton, and when Kurt finally saw the building behind the trees, he sighed in relief. He had never been happier to see the campus. He wondered what the students would think if they saw two boys stumbling out of the woods at six o' clock in the morning.

Without saying a word, Sebastian and he went inside their own dorms. Kurt questioned whether he should even go to school today. He didn't want to get behind on his work again, so he quickly showered and got ready with forty five minutes to spare for a quick nap.

He saw Sebastian in the hallways, but he didn't seem to notice Kurt. David and Wes were late for English, and Blaine didn't wait for him outside of French like he usually did. Kurt found him asleep at his desk. Kurt took his seat next to him and gently prodded him. "Hey."

Blaine didn't move. Kurt shook him gingerly. "Blaine," he said. "Come on. Wake up." Kurt's boyfriend's eyes opened and he raised his head, looking around the classroom confusingly. "You're in French class," Kurt reminded him. "How long have you been in here for?"

"I dunno," Blaine slurred sleepily.

"You should go back to your dorm and rest."

"Uh-huh." He put his head back in his arms on his desk.

"Blaine."

"Yeah."

"Go to your dorm."

Blaine made a noise and groggily got out of his chair and walked out of the room. He didn't even bother to pick up his bag and left it sitting on the chair. Kurt sighed, hoping he could make it to his dorm in one piece.


After classes that day, when Kurt went to Blaine's dorm to drop off his bag, he found that the door was unlocked. He slowly pushed it open and stepped inside. "Blaine?" He called out, even though he knew that the boy was probably fast asleep. A minute later, he saw that he was right; he found Blaine passed out on his bed. His feet were dangling over the edge, an arm was hanging over one side, and the other arm was hugging a pillow. He was still dressed in his blazer and didn't even bother to pull the sheets over his body. It seemed as if he had simply fallen onto the bed and instantly fell asleep.

Kurt set Blaine's bag on the wood floor and took a seat on the side of his bed. The movement didn't disturb his sleeping boyfriend in the slightest. If it weren't for the small rise and fall of his back, you would think that Blaine was dead.

God, what was he going to do? Kurt and Blaine definitely needed to talk, but when it came to talking about werewolves, Blaine always found a way to change the subject by commenting on something that just happened on the television or pretending to get a call or text.

Kurt subconsciously ran a hand through Blaine's hair as he thought about everything. He needed to know what Blaine was thinking. Was he mad at him for leaving last night? Surely he understood, right? He had told Kurt to run himself, but Kurt remembered him saying that he often didn't remember his transformation the next day. They should probably talk about the future, too, and what will happen on nights where there is a full moon. Kurt definitely wouldn't be accompanying Blaine again for a long time, that was for sure. There was just so much they needed to talk about, but Kurt didn't want to wake his boyfriend. Blaine really needed to rest.

He stared down at Blaine lying on the bed. The contrast between Blaine's violent face last night and his serene face on the bed now surprised Kurt a little. There were so many sides to Blaine, so many more stories to tell. They would all be told eventually, Kurt knew. They had much more time to tell them, now that they had gotten all of the life-threatening obstacles of their relationship out of the way. There was no need to rush things. Kurt realized he had to just let life happen and stop stressing over the little things. After his two near-death experiences not too long ago, he learned to not take anything for granted. You only get one chance to live, and there are people who have it worse than him. When it came down to it, he was actually quite lucky, and he had a lot to be grateful for.

He couldn't take his eyes off of Blaine's face. He attempted to memorize every little detail of it, from the way damp, loose curls fell across his forehead to the way his eyelashes gently rested upon his upper cheek to the way his mouth formed an "O" shape every time he slept. He was beautiful, and he took Kurt's breath away. It was as if he were truly seeing Blaine for the first time, even though he had spent many hours sneaking sideways glances at him as his nose was buried in a book, or his eyes were fixed on the television. He really couldn't explain how he felt at this moment.

All he knew was that he loved Blaine. He loved everything about him: the way he smiled when he looked at Kurt, or the way his eyebrows furrowed when he was confused or frustrated or deep in concentration. He loved the way he sometimes disappeared out of nowhere and Kurt would find him sitting on his bed, bent over his guitar and a notebook, so lost in his music that he wouldn't notice Kurt standing across the room for as long as fifteen minutes while he wrote and strummed and sang. His voice filled the room and echoed through it. His music flowed beautifully from note to note, his rough, callused fingers grazing over the strings in just the right way to make them sound perfect. Kurt could listen to him sing all day. When he finally noticed Kurt, he would explain that he had disappeared because inspiration had hit him, and this one line had been stuck in his head all day and he just had to write a song about it. All Kurt could do was stare in wonder.

Kurt leaned over to place a kiss to Blaine's forehead. They would talk later. They had all the time in the world.


Two hours later, Kurt was on Blaine's couch, absentmindedly flipping through TV channels. There was nothing good on. He turned off the television. Behind him, he heard Blaine shifting in his bed. He turned around to see him stand up and stretch before noticing Kurt and walking towards him.

"Feel any better?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah. A lot better. Guess I just needed to sleep. Thanks."

"We should talk about last night."

"I'm sorry for leaving you."

"What are you talking about? If anything, I left you."

"No, but...I left you alone in a forest in the middle of the night, Kurt."

"I was fine. I am fine. It's okay, Blaine. And, to be quite honest, I'm pretty sure I was safer in the middle of the forest than in that cellar."

"...True. I'm just glad you're safe."

"I'm glad you're safe, too." Kurt stepped forward and closed the space between them. He took Blaine's hands in his own and stared down at them. "I was worried about you."

"I'm okay. You're okay. Everything's gonna be fine. I promise." He put his hands on Kurt's face and pulled his lips down to his, and in that moment, with his lips locked together with Blaine's, Kurt believed it. They were going to be just fine.


The End


A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who took the time to read and review this story. I really hope you enjoyed it! :)