A/N: SORRYSORRYSORRYSORRY it's so late. I love you all. So much. We're into double factors, chapters wise, so this is a big thing for me. I didn't think that we'd get there so this is all thanks to all of you, who've followed me and favourited the story and just read the damn thing that's been mostly written at like 2am and it really means a lot you read it! We're changing between the two and their thoughts a lot this chapter so every *PAGE BREAK* is a change in thought. I've seen that some of you are confused so I'm going to make this more of an explanation chapter. Till next time Dxo
Shitting himself did not accurately describe Kurt's current frame of mind. He was so far past scared, frightened, nervous and panicked, that he was now on Youtube watching danisnotonfire talk about his inability to keep a job. But it wasn't helping. Blaine was due at Kurt's in less than 20 minutes and the only way Kurt had prepared for their date was he'd taken Blaine's photo off of the school website and photoshopped it with whiskers and a mane. He couldn't believe that he'd agreed to this. In the moment, Harry had directed it as more a command, so he hadn't questioned it. But after all he'd heard Blaine say about him and the fact he hadn't talked to him because of some stupid "council rules" now he just felt angry that he'd let himself been forced into it. He didn't want to be going on this date and he decided he was going to make this the worst date Blaine had ever gone on. Blaine wasn't going to know the Kurt Hummel that went on this date.
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Walking up to Kurt's room, Blaine knew this date was going to be difficult. He knew Kurt would most probably question Blaine's every word and be completely annoyed with Blaine. Fuck, if Blaine was Kurt, he'd be annoyed. He'd be fucking furious. But he was hoping Kurt was more forgiving than he was. He'd brought some flowers, roses, to try to soften Kurt up a bit because he thought Kurt seemed the romantic type. At least he hoped he was, after the evening he'd planned for them. Realising he'd been so far into his thoughts, he'd walked past Kurt's room, he turned around and walked back to Kurt's door. Standing still in front of the door, this was one of the times that Blaine could honestly say he was nervous. He was never nervous. He thought, as an Alpha, if he showed weakness, that was something that an outsider would pounce on if they had the chance. Especially with someone as powerful as Rowan in the group. But this was different. This was Kurt. This was passion and love and being vulnerable and letting go. This was good. This was right. This was real. Blaine knocked on the door. And practically came on the spot when it opened.
Kurt. Was dressed. In leather. Pants. That were skinny. And practically part of his skin. And left nothing and I do mean nothing, to the imagination.
'I wonder if I can keep the flowers to hide my boner' Blaine thought.
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'Get Blaine completely speechless, check' Kurt thought, amused by the fact Blaine had been standing there for about 30 seconds and had not said one word yet. He was just staring at Kurt's legs. Not that Kurt was complaining. This was the whole point of the pants but to see his plan actually killing Blaine like this was much more satisfying than imagining it happen.
"You okay Blaine?" Kurt asked innocently, internally cheering.
"Uhuh" Blaine murmured, eyes not moving from Kurt's legs.
"Ready to go?" Kurt asked.
"Yeh sure" Blaine replied, glancing up at Kurt's face and then suddenly coming to his senses, cleared his throat and looked around sheepishly. Kurt pulled on an army style green jacket and closed the door behind him.
The two walked in silence, Blaine lagging a little behind Kurt noted, to the parking lot, where Blaine indicated they were taking his car. Coming up to the car, Kurt's mechanic brain whirred into gear. Actually fuck that. Anyone could tell that the car was expensive. It was sleek, it was shiny. Kurt could practically smell the leather seats on the inside. And it was just fucking awesome. Pulling his eyes away from the car, Kurt looked up to see Blaine standing there, holding the door open and staring intently at Kurt.
"Do you want to get in or…?" Blaine asked hesitantly. Kurt sensed the hesitance. If Kurt had any empathy for Blaine right now, he'd probably be thinking how cute the self-doubt was or how it was really embarrassing that he'd just stared at the car. But he didn't. So he wasn't bothered. Kurt moved around Blaine and slid into the expensive car, Blaine closing the door behind him.
"So I guess you have a lot of questions for me huh?" Blaine prompted, as they drove out of the lot. Kurt hadn't expected this approach. He'd expected Blaine to be secretive and avoiding. He had not expected Blaine to prompt him. He scrutinised Blaine under his eyelashes.
"Yeh I do. But I think the most important question I have is are you going to try to kill me at any point on this date and by the way I use the term date incredibly loosely" Kurt snapped sarcastically.
"No I don't intend on killing you Kurt and I'm slightly offended you'd think so" Blaine replied, glancing over at Kurt, the hurt obvious in his eyes.
"Just checking. Oh, before we get to the restaurant I just want to make sure you don't need to go mark your territory by a tree or need me to go get you something to chew on?" Kurt asked Blaine, with a sickly sweet tone. Kurt grinned when he saw Blaine's hands grip the steering wheel tighter and his knuckles go white.
"Kurt, I know that this maybe difficult for you to understand given all that's happened-" Blaine started.
"Given all that's happened?" Kurt questioned murder ously "You said that I was a weak, infuriating human boy, who is nothing but a dot on humanities existence. You suggested that you kill me! You called me a nuisance. You suggested I have my memories wiped by a boy who was kinder than any of you warblers. So tell me Blaine, what's so difficult to understand?" Kurt finished, now turned facing Blaine full on, his cheeks flushed red in anger.
Blaine stayed silent, but pulled the car over, his knuckles now a blazing white, his hands almost disappearing into the steering wheel with how tight he was holding it. Kurt looked around to see they had made it into the middle of town and were parked next to a small boutique restaurant.
"Then why did you come with me tonight?" Blaine whispered, his voice full of anguish.
Kurt considered this for a moment, and then answered "because I wanted answers".
Blaine smiled, and said "Well then, would you like to accompany me inside?"
Kurt nodded, and was about to get out when Blaine appeared at his door, with super human speed. He opened the door for Kurt, while Kurt simply strutted past Blaine and made his way into the restaurant.
"He's such a douchebag" Kurt thought, but a tiny part of him liking the gentleman in Blaine.
"Table for Anderson" Blaine explained to the waitress, who smiled at them.
"Follow me, por favour" She smiled.
They followed her to a dimly lit section of the restaurant that was hidden behind the wooden booths that sat on either side of the room. The table was secluded, but looking around Kurt could see the bathroom and the kitchen as his two immediate escape routes if needs be.
"So, as I said before, you must have some questions?" Blaine asked, once the waitress had left.
"You're a werewolf" Kurt stated. Blaine nodded in a more or less sort of fashion.
"You like me?" Kurt asked. Once again, Blaine nodded but in a more enthusiastic fashion.
"You know who that other wolf was?" Kurt whispered. This time, Blaine shook his head, but a deep set frown appeared on his forehead.
"But you do" Blaine stated. This time Kurt was the one to nod.
"He was a boy who made my world very dark for a while" Kurt murmured. Blaine nodded for him to continue, reaching out his hand and entwining it with Kurt's.
"He is or was a jock at my old school, who was in the closet. He thought I liked him when I found out he was gay and said that we could be friends and talk about how we felt about being gay in a town of homophobes. He took it the wrong way and it got to the point where he began stalking me" Kurt was now shaking, prompting Blaine, to move his chair around to Kurt, and pull him into an embrace.
"He sent me things, weird things, dolls with no heads and burnt roses and a pigs heart. But then he dropped out. Left and no-one knew why. But then one day he came back. I was in the library after school one day when he found me. He told me he didn't want anyone else with me. He tried to rape me but I managed to stab him with one of my pens. Then he began transforming into this wolf and he bit my shoulder. It burned and I wanted to die. But I managed to get up and run. He followed me into the gym where I managed to hide and he gave up, but told me he'd find me and kill me. And I guess that's what he wants to do. That wolf in the field the other day was him. And that hallucination I had where he was in control of me was him as well wasn't it?" Kurt whispered into Blaine's shoulders.
"Yes" Blaine whispered back "When an unmated wolf bites a human it creates an unstable mental link. Because you're with me right now it's closed but if I were to leave you it would open and he would be able to get in"
"But I haven't been with you for the last 24 hours" Kurt questioned, pulling away from Blaine to see his reaction. Blaine shook his head.
"The windowsill outside your room is really comfortable" Blaine grinned. Kurt smacked his arm but then frowned.
"Why when you're around me?" Kurt asked.
"Kurt, this is where you have to believe me wholeheartedly and trust that I am not messing with you, okay?" Blaine said, hesistantly looking into Kurt's incredulous eyes.
'Let's get one thing straight okay?" Kurt prompted, pushing away from Blaine and moving his chair over to where Blaine's had previously been.
"I really don't trust you. Or any of your wolf friends. I don't really trust anyone right now. But for some reason, my hormones are fucking with me. And they are begging me to kiss you and hold you and do all sorts of things I shouldn't want to do to a werewolf, who's insulted me, albeit indirectly, a lot over the past 24 hours. Why is that happening?" Kurt asked.
"It's because of something that happens with werewolves around the time of their 18th birthday. They meet their mate, the one person in the whole universe who they are meant to be with and they immediately know who they when they see them" Blaine explained, Kurt's face clearly showing he hadn't put two and two together. " We, werewolves, feel the emotions and hormones all together and we feel this pull towards our mate, this protective instinct. Our human counterparts don't feel this until the first kiss. They feel the hormones but not the pull or emotions. Sound familiar?"
Kurt's jaw dropped. No. NONONONO. I am not Blaine fucking Andersons mate. No way. Not happening.
"Kiss me" Kurt snapped. Blaine's eye's grew wide.
"I couldn't not here-" He began
"Kiss me now or never see me again" Kurt bargained. Blaine's eyes narrowed into slits and he growled.
"That's a very dangerous threat to make about a mate Kurt. So are you sure you want to do this?" Blaine hissed.
"Yes" Kurt replied. There were a few tense moments where both boys looked at each other with a challenge in their eyes. Blaine broke and moved around the table to be kneeling in front of Kurt.
"You asked for it" Blaine smiled. He leaned and their lips connected.
"oh shit we're mates" Kurt thought.