Title: Primitive Instincts
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Mentions of murder, language, future sex, future mpreg
Spoilers: Up through 'A Very Glee Christmas'
Word Count: 2,110
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Summary: The Warblers are just everyday teenage boys. Except for, you know, being werewolves. But when their Alpha male, Blaine Anderson chooses an outsider, Kurt Hummel to be his mate, things will start to get a little...wild.
A/N: Here is the final installment of 'A Very Klaine Christmas'! Hope you enjoy! For all you Burt lovers, I hope this chapter satisfies! Now if you don't mind, I think I'll go pass out from the monster upload I posted today!
Kurt was currently curled up in the passenger seat, resting as I drove him home. I vaguely remembered my first transformation, and while it was fairly different, considering the fact that I was eight, and am a naturally born werewolf, I do remember being exhausted afterwards. I planned to get him home and put him to sleep, hopefully avoiding Burt Hummel while doing so.
Okay, so I kind of forgot about Burt Hummel when I made my plans to change Kurt. Mainly because I was a little more preoccupied with changing his son into the same kind of beast that I was. Now in retrospect everything is a whole lot clearer.
But it really wasn't that prominent of a fear in my mind. At least, not until I pulled up in the Hummel Hudson driveway, and saw Burt Hummel standing on his porch, glaring daggers at me. By that point I was seriously reconsidering things.
Could I get away with driving away to Canada with Kurt? It wasn't until I glanced at the gas tank and saw that it was almost empty that I waved that idea off. But that didn't mean I was ready to face Burt Hummel. Not that I'm a coward. Not at all. But it's another Alpha. An older, probably wiser one. That's enough to set anyone on edge, right?
Swallowing, I reached over and lightly shook Kurt's shoulder. "Kurt baby? We're home okay? And I think your dad wants to kill me, so just in case, I love you." Kurt began to stir, and he glanced at me sleepily. He nodded his head, and mumbled, "M'kay. Love you too."
I managed to shoot him a smile. "Glad to know that you care so much about my well being." I shot teasingly, unbuckling myself, and opening the door. Before Burt could come out and kill me, I ran behind Kurt's Navigator, and opened the door for him. Seeing Kurt's blue eyes blinking at him groggily, I decided to be a true gentleman, and I scooped him into my arms.
As I made my way to the front door, Burt Hummel growled threateningly at me. "What the hell did you do to him you son of a bitch?" He snarled out angrily, lifting out his arms for Kurt, but I held on even tighter to Kurt.
"I didn't do anything!" I cried out in protest, trying to show through my expressive face that I was clearly lying through my teeth. "He was just tired, he fell asleep on the way home, I swear!" But Kurt's father only glared at me more.
"Don't even try to pull that you lying mutt!" He growled out, clearly furious. But I'm an Alpha, I'm not scared. Not at all. Okay, maybe I'm a little scared. But only because he's bigger than me. Yeah, that's it, even though it's not hard to accomplish that.
"I could smell him from miles away!" Burt bit out, and my jaw went slack. Oh fuck my life. I completely forgot that Burt Hummel had an even keener sense of smell than I did. I was dead. Oh god, I am so dead, dead, dead.
"I knew you were trouble from the moment I saw you at my wedding. How dare you change my son?" I swallowed again, and felt Kurt stirring in my arms. "I swear to god, I will skin you alive and hang you on the neighbors' dry cleaning! What gives you the right to force this life onto him? Did you even ask Kurt if he wanted to be a werewolf?"
I opened my mouth to try and defend myself, not that I really had any good defenses, but Kurt shifted in my arms, and asked, "How the hell do you know that I'm a werewolf dad?"
For someone who didn't have the same Alpha senses that I did, it was a damn good question. And based on the guilty deer in headlights expression on Burt Hummel's face, it was one that very well might save me.
"Let's talk inside." Burt finally managed to growl out, glaring at me all the while. I placed Kurt back on his feet, but kept my arm around his waist, something Burt seemed intent at glaring at. We walked into the Hudson Hummel residence and sat down on the couch where Burt was gesturing for us to sit.
Burt glared at me, but his tone was soft as he spoke to Kurt. "Let's get one thing straight Kurtis Georg Elizabeth Hummel," I glanced at him, and he blushed adorably at the use of his full name. Geez his parents had been huge Sound Of Music fans hadn't they?
"I do not approve of your relationship with that boy. I never will. And I absolutely do not approve of the lifestyle you chose. Kurt, I will ask you one time, and one time only. Did the mutt ask you for permission before biting you, or did you chose this?"
Kurt glanced at me, and I bit my lip. This was it. Burt Hummel would never let me see his son, knowing that I had turned him into a werewolf without either his, or Kurt's permission. I was a dead wolf, and we all knew it.
"Yes. Dad, I love Blaine, and I want to spend the rest of my life with him. And if I have to be a werewolf to do so, then so be it. This is the life I chose, and I don't really think you're in any position to dictate what happens in it."
It took all of my self control not to turn to look at Kurt. That would definitely tip Burt Hummel off that Kurt was lying. Why the hell was my boyfriend lying again?
"And Dad, I think we need to talk. Again, how the hell did you know that I was a werewolf? And why aren't you freaking the hell out? Lord knows that I flipped my shit when I found out that Blaine was a werewolf." Hmm, I know that the werewolf stuff tends to make people a little more aggressive, but hearing Kurt swear like this was really pretty damn sexy.
Burt shifted uncomfortably, but finally spoke. "Because I'm a werewolf too." And finally the truth comes out. But whatever Kurt was expecting to hear, it definitely wasn't that. His eyes grew wide, and he fell back onto the couch in shock.
"Y-you're a werewolf? But-but then why am I-and how-what?"
Burt Hummel sighed heavily. "Kurt, you aren't a werewolf because your mom wasn't a werewolf. Both of my parents were werewolves, I wasn't bitten. But you can ask your boyfriend over there exactly what kind of werewolf I am, because he knows."
I bit back a retort. The fact of the matter is, he's an Alpha, an older one. He outranks me, and that sucks, admitting it. Because it also means that he can take Kurt away from me, which would kill me.
"So you've been lying to me?" Kurt asked, and bit out another angry few words before Burt could interject. "You know you really are in no position to be criticizing who I date. I love Blaine, and considering that I'm a werewolf now, isn't it good that I'm dating another werewolf?"
"Not an Alpha!" Burt burst out in protest.
Kurt frowned in confusion, and looked at me. "What? What does he mean Alpha?" Oh yeah. I forgot that I didn't tell him about my Alpha status. I probably should have mentioned it to him before now.
"Um, well, it means that I'm an Alpha, I'm the leader of the pack. The rest of the Warblers. They-they're werewolves too." Oh god, Kurt was so going to kill me for not telling him this. I didn't want to die so young.
"Exactly Kurt! It means that he's arrogant, cocky, impulsive, and reckless!" I frowned. Okay, surely that had to be describing just about every other teenage boy on the planet, not just me. Sure, those traits may be exaggerated in me, but I never display them outwardly!
Clearly Kurt was thinking along those same lines. "So is Finn!" Kurt scoffed. "And so is Puck, and so am I! And to be honest, so are you. Dad, I realize that you're projecting yourself onto Blaine or whatever, but I love him. And by the way, weren't you the one who pointed out to me that girls tend to go for guys who resemble their fathers? I go for guys, and from what I hear, Blaine is a chip off of your block."
Okay, now I'm insulted. It looks like Burt Hummel is experiencing the same indignation. Really, the things we go through for this one angelic boy. Oh hell no. We are not alike. No way. So not alike. We are like the kings of opposite land.
"Have you two mated?" Burt asked with another heavy sigh. Kurt looked at me with confusion, clearly having no idea what Burt was asking. I squeezed Kurt's hand, and turned to Burt.
"We aren't mated yet, but I chose Kurt to be my mate officially, through a Mating Ceremony." Burt groaned. Yeah that's right. No turning back now, too late sucka!
Okay, maybe that was a little too far. I didn't realize that my internal voice had turned gangster.
"Dad, I love Blaine. You may not approve, but you'll just have to deal with it." Way to go Kurt! Stick it to the man! Not that Burt Hummel is The Man. I'm The Man. And Kurt had better believe it. I loved seeing this feisty side to him. Somehow, I loved the thought that he could hold his own and be a perfect catty bitch at times, even more than I loved Kurt being a perfect submissive angel.
It appeared that the kitten had claws, claws that only I would have the privilege of witnessing.
"Fine. Look, it's been a long night for you Kurt, and tomorrow's the start of Christmas break. Go to bed, okay?"
Kurt nodded and stood, pulling me with him. Sweet! I was going to spend the night with Kurt? Score! I mean, we weren't going to have sex or anything, it was way too early for that. But maybe we could get a little further in our making out experiments.
Apparently Burt Hummel is a mind reader, because he could see exactly where my train of thought was going. Not that it's really that hard. I've been told that my face is an open book, that one could literally read my thoughts.
"Not Anderson. He can go home." Burt growled out, his voice protective and territorial. The hair on the back of my neck rose instinctively, as I growled back, attempting to defend my own territory. Because Kurt was mine now.
"Blaine." Kurt said softly, calming me almost immediately with a simple look from his large blue eyes. A relaxing shiver ran through my body. God, the things this boy could do to me! I swear, it was like I wasn't even in control anymore.
"Dad, Blaine drove me. It's late, at least let him sleep on the couch." Yes, let me do that, please? I am totally the master of stealth, and Kurt is apparently a ninja, so we can totally work something out that way. But apparently Burt knows about his son's ninja skills.
"So I can let you sneak up here to make out with him?" He asked rhetorically. Uh, duh. Why else would I sleep on the Hummels' uncomfortable couch? At least the couch in Kurt's room is leather, and matches with the rest of the design scheme of the room.
"Well I'm not going to let you drive him home!" Kurt snapped back. "I've known about this werewolf stuff for less than six hours, and even I know that's a bad idea! The moment you two are left alone is the moment I want to have to attend the funeral of my father and my boyfriend!"
Yeah, that would seriously bite.
"Oh don't worry, he can run home." Burt smirked. "He's an Alpha, he can make it."
I groaned out loud. It was Christmas break, which meant I had to run all the way home. Home was two hours away from Dalton, and four hours away from the Hudson Hummel residence. There's a reason I board at Dalton after all, and Kurt's right. It is late, and I'm tired.
Sometimes it sucks being the Alpha.