I'd like to thank everybody that's been/still following this story. I can honestly tell you, that it's only gonna get better from here. I have all the big interesting plots planned out, I just need to figure out how to get to those plots without making it seem like it's dragging. But I promise I will do that(:

CALLING ALL PUCKURT FANS: The beginning of this chapter is for you. It contains some slight Puckurt loving, but only slight. After that, you may not be so happy.

But anyway, on with the story(:

Kurt's POV

"Noah, stop," I chuckled as he made a trail of kisses down my neck.

"Not like you don't enjoy it," he smirked.

"We're in Santana's uncle's house."

"He's practically my uncle too," he replied. "Hell, he's almost like my father."

"That doesn't make it any better."

Noah pulled back with a smirk. He took his shirt off and threw it across the room. I immediately saw the scar Blaine had left on his shoulder. I touch it gently with the tips of my fingers.

"What are you thinking about," Noah asked.

"Nothing," I said guiltily.

"You know, you haven't exactly mastered shielding your thoughts."

"Well maybe you don't need to be reading them," I snapped.

He looked at me for a few seconds before sliding off of me and the bed.

"I can't believe this," he scoffed. "You still want him."

I sat up and looked at the ground silently.

"He was going to kill you," I whispered. "I had to do something."

"So you picked me so that I wouldn't die," he said angrily. "I would've been better off dead."

Noah quickly started going around the room picking up his stuff.

"Where are you going," I asked.

"I'm sleeping in a different room."

"Oh, really? Where?"

"I'll sleep in the living room."

"Santana's dad is in there."

"I'll sleep in the guest room, then."

"Rachel and Quinn are in there."

"Then I'll sleep in Clary's room."

"She, Brittany and Santana are in there."

Noah growled in frustration.

"Fine then," he started. "I'll go kick your lover boy out of his room and he can come in here. I'm sure you'd like that, right?"

Before I could answer, he had already yanked the door open and stormed down the hall. I sighed as I lied on the bed, staring at the ceiling. A few moments later, I heard footsteps come into the room. I looked over and saw Blaine at the door. His hair was all curly and messy from the lack of gel.

"Uh, Puck just kicked me out of my room," he said. "And there isn't really anywhere else to sleep."

"You can sleep in here, I don't mind," I gave him a sad smile.

"Did something happen between you two," he asked, not moving from his spot.

"You could say that."

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

I gave a rueful laugh.

"Not really."

He finally moved from the door, and sat next to me on the bed.

"Kurt, I know you chose Puck over me and you guys are together now, but I want you to know that I'm still here for you," he gave me a shy smile. "Even if I'm not your mate, you are without a doubt mine and I still love you."

"I wouldn't be too sure about Puck and me," I said.

Blaine tilted his head slightly.

"What do you mean?"

I shook my head.

"He's just pissed about something," I said. "It's nothing for you to worry about."

"Is it about me," he asked softly.

I bit my lip as he stared at me. I eventually nodded my head.

"Well, what did I do," he asked, confused. "I mean, I've been very complacent this entire time."

"It's not what you did, it's what I did."

"Well, what did you do?"

"I made a mistake," I sighed.

"A mistake," he questioned. "Was meeting me a mistake?"

I immediately sat up.

"No, Blaine," I started. "not at all. It's about that stupid fight he challenged you to."

"Oh," he answered. "What was the mistake?"

I groaned loudly.

"I picked the wrong person for the wrong reason."

Blaine's eyes instantly shot up.

"What," he whispered.

"I-I didn't mean to pick him. Your name was in my mind, but I was scared that you were going to kill or seriously injure him. So I just blurted out his name."

"Kurt," he brought his hand to my chin and forced me to look at him. "Who's your mate?"

"You are," I whispered.

Blaine's lips crashed down to mine. His tongue forced its way passed my lips and into my mouth. I moaned loudly as he laid me down on the bed and climbed on top of me. His hands ran all over my body, touching any skin he could find. As soon as his hands found their way to my shirt, we heard a voice.

"You got to be fucking kidding me," Puck seethed.

Blaine and I jumped apart, which resulted in Blaine on the floor. Puck came over and grabbed Blaine by the back collar of his shirt. He picked him up and started dragging him out the door. I quickly got off the bed and followed them. Puck passed the living room, effectively waking up Santana's father, and shoved Blaine out the front door and onto the ground.

"That's it," Puck growled. "I was just being nice the first time, but now I'm going to fucking kill you."

"Noah, stop it," I shouted as everyone in the house ran outside.

"Puck, are you fucking serious?" Santana said angrily. "Didn't you already do this? You won, remember?"

"The hell I did," Noah seethed. "He doesn't want me. He wants this piece of shit. He told me himself."

Noah proceeded to kick Blaine in the stomach, causing him to fall back down. I tried to run to his aid, but Santana's arm stopped me.

"Puck, leave him alone. You already know how this works. Kurt's wolf chose Blaine, and you can't do anything about it," she said.

Noah went for another kick, but before he could land it, Santana zoomed her way over to him.

"Leave. Him. Alone."

From my spot, I could see Santana's eyes glow that fiery red color and her voice deepened as she spoke. Noah stared at our Alpha with a deadly look in his eyes.

"What are you going to do if I don't?" He seethed.

I could hear my other pack members gasp. Noah broke the first rule of the pack; never talk down to the Alpha. We all watched in silence as Santana straightened her posture.

"What did you just say?"

"You heard-

He barely got the words out before Santana punched him square in the face. Noah fell to the ground in agony. As he struggled to get up, Santana put her foot on his back and pushed down hard. He cried out in pain as he fell back down. Brittany tried to hurry past me, but Santana's dad held her back.

"No," he said. "These are the ways of the pack. If you disrespect the Alpha, you need to be taught a lesson."

"But Quinn disrespected her earlier today about the baby, how come she didn't get her ass kicked?"

"Santana is more forgiving than most Alphas. She gives everybody a warning first. Today was Quinn's warning, but Noah has already gotten his."

I watched as Santana took her foot off of Noah's back and allowed him to stand. Well kneel, he was in so much pain he couldn't even stand. Santana knelt down to the ground and made eye contact with him.

"You have been stripped of your title," she said. "And if you ever touch Blaine again, or if I even hear one nasty thought about him, you're out of the pack. Got it?"

Noah didn't answer as his arm wrapped around his midsection. Santana shoved him on the shoulder.

"Got it," she repeated.

He nodded his, as he croaked out a weak, "yes."

Santana stood up and walked over to where Blaine was on the ground. She gently helped him up, put her arm around his waist and helped him walk over to me.

"Let this be a lesson to all of you," she said as she passed Blaine to me. "We have too much shit to be worrying about and we need this pack to be as strong as possible. If you have a problem with one or more of the pack members, you either talk to me about it or you get the hell over it," she glanced at Noah briefly. "If you take matters into your own hands, you can best believe I won't be afraid to handle you myself."

She walked passed us, grabbed Brittany's hand, and went back into the house. I heard rustling on the ground and looked over. Puck had shifted into his wolf form and was running in the direction of the trees.

"He'll be alright," Santana's uncle said. "He just needs to cool down a bit. If he's not back by morning, we'll go looking for him."

"Alright," Santana's father announced. "Let's all get back to bed."

Brittany's POV

"San," I said softly as we got back into the bed. Clary had already fallen dead asleep.

"Yea," she replied. Her eyes and voice had returned back to normal.

"Were you in control back there, just now," I asked.

Santana let out a dry chuckle.

"You know, I actually was in control. I was literally only on the edge of it, but I was there."

I turned to face her.

"Then why did you treat Puck like that? So viscously."

"It's just the ways of the pack. You heard my dad. Honestly, it hurt me a hell of a lot that I had to do it. But realize that I said had to do it. One; he put his hands on somebody else's mate. That's punishable by death in the Council. And even if Kurt wouldn't have let that happen, Puck would have taken advantage of that fact and done some serious damage to Blaine."

She turns her head and stares me deep in my eyes.

"This pack started with me and Quinn since we were the first to change. Me at seven, and her at 11."

"Why did you change so early?"

"I'm an Alpha," she said simply. "I need to be able to withstand harsh things. Like a terrible, body altering change at with a fragile seven year old body. My father knew that's what it meant when it happened. If I survived the change, then I was a natural Alpha; if I didn't, then there's one less wolf in the world. But back to the pack, it started with me and Quinn. After Quinn, came Puck, who changed at 12 and Kurt, who changed at about the same time as Puck."

"What about Rachel?"

She gave a small smile.

"You wouldn't think it by looking at her, but Rachel didn't change until like a month or two ago. I'm not exactly sure why it took so long though, I think it was because neither one of Rachel's father's knew that her mother was a wolf, so she didn't know, and that screwed her changing process. I don't know. But anyway, our pack wasn't complete until Rachel joined. So while the rest of us had been together for pretty much forever, Rachel was our missing piece. Once the pack was complete, everything started going smoothly. We had weekly prowls around the neighborhood, we were always together in and out of school, and no one could separate us. But then things started to change."

"What changed?"

"Honestly, I think it was you."

"What," I sat up a bit.

"When you told me what you were, we all had to be careful. Me more than the others, because one; I'm the Alpha, so I needed to make sure no one in my pack got hurt by you guys, and two; you were my mate and it was already hard enough not being close to you and not telling you everything about me. When I told you what I was and all that Artie shit started happening, it seemed like it opened the doors for more terrible shit to come out. Blaine, Kurt, and Puck. Quinn and Rachel. Our pack has slowly been falling apart since all this started happening. And I can tell it's only going to get worse."

"Why is it going to get worse?"

Santana let out a deep sigh.

"You know the Council? The people that I had the hearing with?"

I nodded my head.

"Well, the Head Wolf, Sue, is stepping down from her position. But since her daughter, Ashley, doesn't want to take her place, my dad was going to have to do it. But since I am now 18, I will be taking his spot on the Council."

She paused as she looked at me.

"That means that I'll be the new Head of Council."

I stared at her.

"Is that a bad thing," I asked.

"I don't entirely know. Being the Head of Council is a lot of work. I'll essentially be in charge of every single wolf pack in Lima. And my dad thinks that with my "condition" I'll be able to somehow unite the wolves and vampires. But the biggest thing of all is that, I may not have a lot of time. Not a lot of time for the pack. Not a lot of time for…you. Or the baby."

"Oh," I said, finally understanding. "So, should we not have the baby?"

"No," she exclaimed. "I want to have this baby with you. I really do, but I don't want you to think that I won't care or love you guys when I'm under all the pressure of being the Council Leader."

"San," I said gently, bringing my hand up to stroke her cheek. "I would never think that you don't love me. For any reason at all. And if being on the Council is something that you want, then I you should do it. You already know, I'll support your decision."

She stared at me with tears in her eyes, as she leaned in. Her lips touched mine, gently. I kissed her back with passion, pouring all the love I had for her into the kiss. We broke apart and she leaned her forehead on mine.

"God, I can't wait to officially make you my mate," she whispered.

"When can we do that?"

"Well, all we really need is someone that can perform the ceremony and my pack. Luke has been officiating mates since he was in college, so if I asked I'm sure he would be more than willing."

"Can we do it tomorrow then?"

"Do you really want that," she asked. "Because I mean, you still have time to change your mind and completely drop out of this whole being with a wolf thing."

I chuckled. "Did you not hear what I just said? I'm not going anywhere. I won't leave and you can't get rid of me."

"I wouldn't dream of it," she smiled. "Tomorrow it is then. I'll ask Luke first thing in the morning."

I smiled as I snuggled closer into her arms.

"And besides, I may be a wolf one day."

Santana's POV

"And besides, I may be a wolf one day," the blonde in my arms said. I immediately felt my stomach drop and my heart rate pick up.

She's thinking about becoming a wolf. That's not good. That's not good at all.

So yea, I know I'm extremely late, but I hope the length somewhat makes it a little better. See ya next time(: