Title: Primitive Instincts

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Mentions of murder, language, future sex, future mpreg

Spoilers: Up through Sue Sylvester's Super Bowl Shuffle

Pairings: Kurt/Blaine

Word Count: 2,100

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: Only one update today I won't be able to update WSLA until tomorrow, but hopefully I'll have multiple updates tomorrow. I hope this satisfies you until then! Also, as you may have noticed, I will occasionally change the titles, if the episode itself really had nothing to do with Klaine. Hence this chapter…

Thriller

"Do we have to do this?"

I smiled at Kurt endearingly, loving the adorable whine in his voice. On some people a whiny tone was very unbecoming, but it suited Kurt well. I smiled and ran my fingers across his cheek. I love the fact that I'm allowed to do this now.

"Yes Kurt, I already explained it to you. You have to be inducted into the pack. Speaking of which, most of the pack are still unaware that you're a werewolf now." I probably should have mentioned it to them, but it was inconsequential now.

"They don't? You didn't tell them? Oh god, are they going to hate me now?" Kurt was freaking out, and I found it pretty damn adorable, to be completely honest. His skin was paler than normal, and his eyes were wide with fear. I took his soft hands in my own, and cupped his chin under my free hand.

"Kurt, listen to me. You'll be just fine. They were all enjoying their Christmas vacations, and I was enjoying mine with you. Besides, they won't hate you. If anything they'll be grateful that you're in the know now. You have no idea how hard it was, having a human in the Warblers. It is just a cover after all, so we couldn't really get anything done."

"Wait, you mean being a show choir is a cover for you being a pack of werewolves?" Kurt asked, his confusion evident through the expression on his face. I arched my brow and nodded. I thought he would have understood that along with the whole 'by the way I'm a werewolf and so are the rest of the Warblers' bomb I dropped on him two weeks ago.

"So if you guys don't practice your singing and dancing-which really needs work by the way-what do you do then?" I rolled my eyes. Leave it to Kurt to find something wrong with our cover, which isn't even a real thing. But that was just one of the many things I love about him.

"Well, sometimes we do practice dancing and singing, though not nearly as much as we did while you were still human. But most days we plan murders, or practice our attack formations. Sometimes there's a werewolf ritual that we have to go through, but those don't happen often."

"What about the public performance I saw? When you guys sang Teenage Dream?" Kurt was obviously still confused, and he wanted to know about that of all things? I groaned inwardly. It's not like I was embarrassed by my own antics, but I had no idea how Kurt would take it. He had already proved that he had a bitchy side that would occasionally come out, I had no idea how he would take my possessiveness.

"Um, that-that was something to do with the werewolf thing too." I muttered vaguely, hoping that Kurt would catch the hint and drop it. I should have known better. Kurt was like a freaking limpet when it came to subjects that I didn't particularly want to talk about.

"What werewolf thing? Don't you think I should know these things Blaine? I mean, I'm a werewolf now, I really have the right to know these werewolf rituals and crap. I don't want to go into this completely blind."

I sighed. "It was a mating ceremony, okay? I was supposed to serenade the person I chose to be my mate."

Kurt bit his lip, suddenly blushing and nervous once more. Did he have like a personality button or something? One that allowed him to travel seamlessly between the many different personalities he had?

"You mean when you sang that song to me, you were choosing to be my mate? After only knowing me for a day?" He looked stunned, and I hoped it was for a good, flattering reason. After all, this is one of the things I think I might have done right.

"I fell in love with you the moment I looked in your eyes Kurt." I said seriously, taking his hands in my own once more. His wide eyes were shining with happiness and love, so it was no surprise when he flung his arms around me and kissed me full on the mouth.

"Well isn't this sweet." A voice drawled sarcastically from behind me. I rolled my eyes. Leave it to Trent to ruin my moment with Kurt. God, could he be any more stuck up? I hate him, I really do. I am totally voting him off the island. Hell, who even voted him on in the first place?

"Fuck off Trent." I snapped irritably, angry that the kiss had been broken, the moment ruined. Kurt raised an eyebrow at my language. I don't normally swear outside the confines of my mind, but I was too pissed to keep up the dapper façade.

"You are the one who called the emergency meeting Junior Warbler Blaine." Trent pointed out, mockingly emphasizing the formal name which I am addressed with every meeting. "I was under the impression that you needed to speak with us."

I gritted my teeth and shot Kurt an apologetic look. He smiled at me in return, and moved his hand downwards, lacing his fingers within my own. I loved holding hands with him. Almost as much as I love making out with him. There's just something so sweet and romantic about it, especially because so few people have ever held Kurt's hand before. I am honored and pleased to be one of those few.

And I will totally cut anyone who tries to weasel their way into that position.

Smiling back at Kurt, I ignored Trent, and pushed the doors open, leading Kurt in.

My boyfriend saw the broken window which had been covered with a sheet of plastic, and winced. I patted his hand reassuringly. Of all things, surely no one would blame him for the window. We all remember our first transformation. Hell, Nathan, our beatboxer apparently destroyed his shed, after transforming for the first time. Kurt really couldn't be held accountable for his actions, having freaked out.

But what struck me as odd was the fact that none of the Warblers seemed to have caught on that Kurt was a werewolf yet. Really, I had thought that their noses were better. Maybe we needed to have some more smell drills, even though they hated them. But if they couldn't tell when a new werewolf was in their midst, what else would slip by them?

Suddenly the godforsaken sound of Wes' gavel banging on the Council table echoed throughout the Warblers' practice room, and the din settled down to a low murmur and exchange of quick whispers when Wes was no longer looking.

"We have been called here today in an Emergency Meeting, by Junior Warbler Blaine Anderson. Warbler Anderson, the floor is all yours." Wes shot me a sharp look, clearly stating that if I didn't have anything meaningful to say, Alpha or not, my days would be numbered.

Okay, maybe I've been kind of an ass lately. But at least I'm better than my brother was. Though that's really not a hard standard to reach, a rat could probably do a better job leading a pack of werewolves than Cain had.

"Well, I suppose I should start by saying the formalities are no longer needed. But if Warbler Montgomery insists, than I believe the proper way to address each other is by our ranking as wolves."

There was an outbreak of voices, and more than a few glances towards Kurt, to see if he had heard me. He appeared to be casually picking invisible lint off of his slacks, but I could tell from the slight tilt of his head, and how his ears were slightly perked, that he was very interested in what I was saying.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about Warbler Blaine, are you feeling quite alright?" Wes asked through gritted teeth, trying desperately to salvage any opportunity this conversation had at sounding remotely sane. Those weren't very good chances.

"I'm talking about the fact that we have a new wolf in our midst." I said, gesturing towards Kurt, who finally looked up and shot me a quick, warm smile. "My Beta. Kurt Hummel." There were several more gasps, this time, confusing Kurt.

I know it was rash of me to make Kurt my Beta, my right hand man, after being a werewolf for so little time, but I felt that it was a necessary step, both for this pack, and our relationship. The Beta was supposed to be the Alpha's support system, and knock the Alpha down a few pegs when he climbed too high. I had yet to pick a Beta, and while I'm not sure how my ego will take it, I know Kurt is more than capable of doing the job.

Besides, I so want to introduce Kurt's bitchier side to Thad.

Speaking of the Council member, he was currently causing an uproar.

"You cannot do this!" He cried angrily, clearly furious that I had chosen Kurt over him again. When would he get it through his head that Kurt was my first and only choice? Thad didn't hold a candle to Kurt, and he never would.

"I can and I have." I said calmly, smiling at Kurt, who gave me a confused smile in return. "And if he'll have me, I plan on making him my official Beta, and my official mate next week. On Valentine's Day."

Kurt let out a small noise of contentment, while Thad seemed to choke on his own bile. Oh please let it kill him. Damn, David thumped him on the back. So close to getting rid of Thad forever. That would have been the best present ever.

"Is that all?" Wes asked with a sigh, massaging his temples. I bit my lip, actually feeling bad for the lead Council member. Poor guy. I really have been driving him up a wall lately haven't I? Kurt has really made me open my eyes to my attitude. Not that I'm likely to improve it any time soon. That just ain't going to happen.

"Yes." I said simply, and grabbed Kurt's hand, leading him out the door, past all the stares and whispers, earning myself a thumbs up from Jeff. I always liked him.

I pulled Kurt down the corridor, and to one of the window seats. Sitting against the wall, I pulled Kurt into my lap. We had about a half hour before we had to practice a Destiny's Child song for Regionals, and then another few hours before we would meet Kurt's friends at The Lima Bean, and I planned on spending every single one of those minutes with Kurt.

"So what does being your Beta mean exactly?" Kurt asked, playing with a loose string on my blazer, clearly fiddling as he always does when he's nervous or anxious. Yes, I have spent enough time around him to tell what his habits mean, in regard to his emotions and feeling.

Aren't I just such a sensitive boyfriend?

"It means that you're the person I trust the most. You'll be my support system, my best friend. It means you have to call me out on my bullshit, and I'm going to rely on you a lot. Do you think you can do it? You have every right to back out, and decline. No one will blame you. I won't even blame you, I know I'm not easy to deal with."

Kurt smiled, and cupped my cheek with the palm of his hand.

"Who else would do it? Besides, you're the only one who can handle me when I'm in my bitchy mode. I love you Blaine, and I am so honored that you want me to be your Beta. But…what did you mean about being your mate. Aren't I already your mate?"

I began to play with his hair nervously, ignoring his glare and his hands waving about, trying to swat my hands away from his hair.

"Well, I chose you to be my mate, but we're not mates officially yet. I guess you could say we're 'engaged' to put it into human terms. You still can back out, but once we're officially mates, that's the real deal. But like I said, it's all on you."

Kurt leaned in towards me, his lips only centimeters away from mine.

"As if I would ever let anyone else be your mate." He said with low undertones, clearly as possessive of me as I am of him.

Sometimes it's good to be the Alpha.