A/N: howdy all! Thanks to all my reviewers and stuff. Oh, and my beta sheeptree! She pointed out that the plotline was moving a bit too fast. I realize this and I know that I accelerated the relationship a bit. But things will slow down. I got tons of fluff in the works! As for the death of Quinn… let's just say I got something special planned out for her. *evil laugh* Read on!

Warnings: Potential triggers. I apologize if this chapter triggers anyone.

Kurt crouched down lower in the tall grass, stalking his prey. His tail twitched nervously as the beast flapped its multi-coloured wings, preparing to take off. Kurt put his front paws forward carefully and prepared himself to pounce forward onto his target.

Kurt, what are you doing?

The sudden intrusion on his mind caused Kurt to freeze in place and his prey to flutter away. Kurt chased after it, batting at the air with his big paws. He growled furiously when the small, winged beast evaded his grasp.

Um Kurt, why are you chasing a butterfly?

Kurt huffed in annoyance and turned to the voice that cut across his mind. Blaine was standing in front of the hollow pine tree that had become their den with an amused expression on his wolfish face. What does it look like I'm doing? He thought back, I'm trying to hunt.

Blaine let out a hacking cough that sounded a lot like laughter; Butterflies are not for eating, Kurt. You can never tell which ones are poisonous. Blaine padded forward and licked his anxious mate's furry shoulder. I see you figured out how to Shift back to a wolf.

Kurt had turned back into a wolf when he'd woken up that morning with a very full bladder and a personal taboo against relieving himself in the wilderness. He wasn't sure how he'd managed to be a wolf instead of a snow leopard but poof, he just was.

Can we go back now? Kurt whined, butting Blaine's shoulder with his nose; I'm hungry and I'm sure you two are as well.

Blaine nuzzled Kurt's neck, pleased at what Kurt had said, or rather thought; he really did care about Blaine and the baby. Alright, Blaine thought, let's go back, Honey and I are famished.

Honey? Kurt asked, cocking his head to the side.

It's what I've decided to call the baby until his or her gender can be determined. Blaine thought, striding forward, out of the clearing.

It's cute. Kurt thought, a smile was evident in his mental tone.

Blaine turned back and gave him a wolfish grin. Wanna race back? Instead of answering, Kurt leapt forward and easily passed Blaine. Blaine barked and ran after Kurt.

They raced the four miles back to the condo, stopping only to pick up the remnants of their clothes from the night before. Both burst out of the forest at the same time, laughing and out of breath. Blaine walked a few feet ahead of Kurt but stopped when he saw that the front door had been ripped off its hinges.

"Blaine, what's wrong?" Kurt asked from behind him, he followed Blaine's gaze to the front door, "Who ripped off my front door!"

Blaine motioned for Kurt to be quiet and sniffed the air cautiously. There was an unknown scent lingering around the condo as well as two others that were marred heavily with the stench of blood.

"Kurt," Blaine whispered, backing away, "Give me your cell phone."

"Why what's-" Kurt was cut off by a growl from Blaine and tossed him the iPhone without further argument.

"Hi, it's Blaine," Blaine murmured into the speaker, as though he was afraid someone was listening to them, "Someone came to our home last night while we were out and I can't get a read on the scent. I thought that since you were a…you know, that you could come over here." A voice crackled on the other side of the line, telling Blaine something that greatly calmed him down. "Alright, see you in ten minutes."

"Who was that?" Kurt asked, once Blaine had hung up.

"Just a friend. We should probably move away as soon as possible."

"Why?"

"Someone was here last night, Kurt. It smelled like the hunter that tried to kill me, along with two other Shifters. From the way the house reeks, there's a lot of blood up there."

"Blood?" Kurt whispered, his face paling. "I don't want that awful person trying to hurt you or Honey."

Blaine sat down next to him and wrapped his arms around Kurt's shaking frame. He turned Kurt to face him. "Listen to me, I'm the one who's supposed to be freaking out about all this and trust me, I am." Kurt looked up at him through watery eyes and leaned in. Their lips met and Blaine could taste the salt from Kurt's tears. "I love you." He murmured when they broke apart.

Kurt smiled weakly at him, "I love you too. Both of you." He whispered, placing a hand on Blaine's stomach.

"Awww!" A husky voice squealed

Both boys jumped at the sudden intrusion and turned to see Rowan standing at the edge of the trees. She had on a red t-shirt and a pair of jean shorts and was barefoot even though it was the middle of December.

"That has got to be the cutest thing I've ever seen!" She said in her husky voice, walking towards them. Blaine noticed bits of twigs and leaves in her hair.

"Blaine, why is the waitress from last night here?" Kurt whispered in his ear

"She's the friend that I called." Blaine answered

"Rowan Schuester," she said, "I Shift into a tiger. Also, I can help y'all out with your baby or babies. I don't really know how much one Mix can have in a litter." She shrugged and began to tie her hair back

"She's a tiger?" Kurt squeaked

Blaine nodded. Rowan's Shift form had been hunted to near extinction due to an extreme temper and affinity towards violence. She was the last female of her breed, all the males lived in India where the species had originated.

"While you two were discussing your gaybie which is super awesome by the way, I looked around your place and the surrounding woods." Rowan said, making a circular motion with her finger. Blaine made a "go-on" gesture with his hands, "There are three distinct scents that surround the house. Two are from born Shifters; the other is from an Infected."

Kurt gave Blaine a questioning look. "A Bitten Shifter not a Born Shifter." Kurt still looked confused, "Someone who was bitten by Shifter but was not born as one."

"Anyways," Rowan continued, "The two Born Shifters are upstairs but are badly wounded, I could smell the blood a mile off."

Kurt silently stood up, pulling Blaine with him. They walked through the front door and up the stairs, Rowan trailing silently behind them. The blood pool started at the top of the stairs, the trio of Shifters followed it into Kurt's normally pristine kitchen, the display they were met with was a grizzly thing to look at.

Aside from the blood, the first thing Blaine saw was a hand, the exact colour of ebony. His eyes followed it up a well-muscled arm was attached to a body covered in bloody stab wounds. The body of someone Blaine never thought that he would ever see again.

"David?"

0-0-0

"David?" Blaine breathed again, his eyes filling with tears. He knelt down next to David and took his wrist, holding two fingers against it. He found a weak but steady pulse there. Rowan and Kurt still stood in the doorway, paralyzed with shock.

"David? Please wake up." He tapped David's temple and woke him up

David growled and waved his hands in front of him, making claw shapes. His face began to Shift but stopped partway, giving him a strange, feline-like appearance. He noticed Blaine and his face snapped back to human.

"Blaine," David whispered, eyes glazed over with both tears of pain and tears of happiness, "You're alive. Wes will be so happy…" he trailed off, his eyes darting around the unfamiliar room as though he were looking for something, "Wes…" He shuddered and collapsed, his exhaustion finally catching up with him

Rowan, seeming to remember what was happening, rushed forward and picked him up, "We have to get him to a hospital."

There was a scream from the living room.

0-0-0

Kurt had wandered away from the kitchen, trying to give Blaine some privacy when he stumbled onto the other guest in their home. An Asian, broken and bloody, was lying on the broken coffee table. Several shards of glass from the table were sticking out of his body, his arms looked broken and he was gasping for breath.

"Kurt?" Blaine's voice called, he and Rowan ran out from the kitchen, the Shifter that Blaine seemed to know was passed out in Rowan's arms, his blood staining her shirt.

"What's wrong…oh." Blaine trailed off.

The Shifter on the table opened his eyes and looked towards Blaine. He croaked out a word that sounded like 'help' before closing his eyes and slumping away in a dead faint.

"K-Kurt, g-give me yo-your car keys." Blaine said shakily.

"Why?"

"Because, I know where to take them."Blaine took a breath and seemed to regain some measure of composure over himself. "Rowan, drive, I'll give you directions."

Kurt, not one to argue, dug his keys out of the pocket of his tattered jeans and tossed them to Rowan. He carefully picked up the Asian and hurried out of the condo.

He and Blaine took positions in the backseat of the car and arranged the two guests as comfortably as they could. Rowan got in the driver's seat and started the car. They drove in silence for a while, Blaine spouting off directions occasionally until Kurt noticed that they weren't taking the route to the hospital.

"Wait a second, this isn't the way to the hospital. Where are you taking us, Blaine?"

"Somewhere they can be cared for properly." Blaine answered cryptically.

0-0-0

30 minutes and a panic attack later…

"Where are we?" Kurt asked

Blaine had pulled up in front of a magnificent old building. The exterior was made up of weather-beaten red brick with a white-painted wooden trim around large bay windows and a grand porch. It held a certain mystery almost like Hogwarts. As though you expected ghosts and poltergeists to swoop out at you and yell 'Boo!' and then go chase unlucky trick-or-treaters over the sweeping, emerald lawn.

"Welcome to Dalton, Kurt." Blaine said staring up at the mansion, his shoulders tense. His hands automatically went to his belly to assure that the baby was still there. "Welcome to my childhood home."

Kurt and Rowan gaped, "You lived here!" they chorused

Blaine chuckled darkly and nodded. He walked up the front steps and paused in front of the front door, "You might want to get Wes and David out of the car." He turned back to the door and took a shaky breath. You can do this. He told himself. He raised his hand and pressed the ornate-looking doorbell. A chime like a thousand bells echoed throughout the silent driveway.

The door opened and a worried-looking man, not much older than Blaine himself appeared. He looked at the four other Shifters shivering on his front doorstep and a frown creased his otherwise handsome face. He saw Blaine and a wide, toothy grin spread across his face.

"Blaine!" the man yelled. Blaine had no warning before he was swept into an enormous bear hug. "I thought you were dead!" he pulled back and studied Blaine's face relief etched in his own.

Kurt coughed delicately to remind the two embracing on the doorstep that he and Rowan were still there.

The man turned and took in the sight of Wes and David, unconscious and still bleeding. His eyes widened and he ushered the five in.

"Jeff! Nick!" he yelled, "We found them! Come take Wes and David to the infirmary!" Two young men, around Kurt and Blaine's ages, appeared from nowhere and looked at Blaine and his repertoire with shocked expressions.

One of the boys stepped forward, "What happened?" he murmured. He had bleached blond hair artfully styled in a Beiber cut and inquisitive blue eyes that peered out from beneath the fringe of his bangs.

"I'll tell you later, Jeff" Blaine looked about to fall over in exhaustion.

Jeff nodded. He and the other boy picked up Wes and David from their positions in Kurt and Rowan's arms and hurried away.

"Come," the unnamed man that had greeted them gestured towards a grand staircase, "I'll take you to your rooms for the night."

"I can explain this in the morning, Cooper." Blaine mumbled tiredly.

Cooper smiled sadly and began walking up the stairs. After about two flights they walked into a large hallway scattered with doors on either side. Cooper directed Rowan and Kurt to doors on the left side of the hall and directed Blaine to one on the right. Blaine shook his head and took Kurt's gore-spattered hand. He led him to the door Cooper had indicated and pushed him inside.

"Kurt, I'm so sorry that you had to meet my brother on such a…" Blaine began

Kurt held up a hand, "Blaine, I'm going to stop you right there. Today has been really long and I really need a shower and I-I just need," he trailed off, his hands clenched into fists. He looked up at Blaine and his eyes were yellow. Not the usual ice blue eyes that signified an imminent Shift into his either wolf or leopard form.

Blaine placed his hands on Kurt's shoulders. "Kurt, whatever emotion you feel right now, let it out." Kurt's eyes closed and he spread his arms out behind him.

His facial features began to realign themselves. His nose lengthened into a beak and his eyes became completely round. White feathers dotted with black erupted on his rapidly shrinking body. His legs grew shorter as his arms grew longer, the bones in them became lighter and he developed dense flight muscles.

When Kurt opened his eyes again he found Blaine gaping down at him. What is he doing up there? Glancing around him, Kurt found that his eyesight was sharper. He could see every scratch and dent in the mahogany flooring, every microscopic rip and tear on the remnants of his clothing which had somehow fallen to the floor behind him. What the hell happened?

Blaine bent down and held out his hand, "Hop on, Kurt." He said, a glorious smile spreading across his face. Kurt cocked his head to the side (which was immensely difficult to do seeing as his neck seemed to be half as long and twice as thick) he gave a little hop and fluttered into Blaine's outstretched hand.

"You got wings Kurt!" Blaine squealed

Wings? When did I get wings?

Blaine chuckled at Kurt's silent confusion. He walked across the room to a floor to ceiling mirror in a corner near a wall of windows. "Look at yourself, Kurt" he murmured. He held Kurt in front of him.

Kurt let out a muffled hoot of surprise. Staring out at him from within the confines of the mirror was an owl. A snowy owl. Holy crap, he had turned into Hedwig! He raised one of his large white wings and moved it a bit. The resulting turbulence almost knocked him out of Blaine's hand.

"C'mon Kurt," Blaine was grinning from ear to ear, "Try to fly."

He set Kurt on the floor and stepped back a few feet. Kurt hesitantly raised one wing then the other and began to beat them back and forth quickly. He lifted off the ground a few feet and hovered. The dexterity with which his wings moved was remarkable. Back and forth, back and forth. It was awesome. He could fly!

Then he looked down.

The ground was so far away! The beating of Kurt's wings stuttered a bit. He lost air and fell. Watching the ground rush up at him was terrifying. Even as a child Kurt had been afraid of heights. He landed on his right side. His wing got trapped beneath him and made a sickening snap!

Blaine watched, horrified at the sight of Kurt falling and snapping his wing. Kurt Shifted back to his human form and curled up on the ground, holding his right wrist. Tears of pain rolled silently down his face.

Blaine immediately rushed over to Kurt's side and tried to comfort him, "Kurt, baby I'm so sorry!" he rubbed Kurt's shoulder, "I shouldn't have asked you to fly while you were still getting used to your new form. Being a True Shifter and a-" Blaine clapped his hands over his mouth when he realized his faux pas.

Kurt bolted upright, "I'm a True Shifter!" he hissed, jaw locked in pain, "When were you planning on telling me this?"

"Tomorrow?"

Kurt huffed. Wincing when the action jarred his broken wrist. Blaine's eyes immediately went to the injury.

"We need to get you to the infirmary ASAP." He stood up and jogged to the door.

He had one hand on the doorknob before Kurt said "Blaine, aren't you forgetting something?"

"No, why? What am I forgetting?" Kurt gestured to his naked body and suddenly Blaine understood.

"Oh, right…you need pants."

A/N: This chapter was a bit random, I know. Kurt's a True Shifter! Congrats to shieldsword for guessing first! Rowan will have a back story as will Wes and David. Plus next chapter will be a "Meet the Andersons" kinda thing. Ooh, and should Blaine have more than one baby? A poll will be up on my profile on how many they should have. Review please.