Title: Primitive Instincts

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Mentions of mpreg, sex, language, death

Spoilers: Up through Funeral

Word Count: 2,129

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: I am so sorry for not updating yesterday! I was called into work, due to one of the wolves being sick. Ironic, considering this chapter. Also, a part of me is glad that it isn't ending today :D But anyways, I apologize once more about the short and lacking update. I am preparing for a super duper mega update tomorrow!

Randy was sick.

It was seriously beginning to concern me. Kurt was nervous and fretful as well, though he wasn't quite so worried as I was. And though I wanted him to be happy and carefree, I thought that it would be a little more prudent to face him with my fears.

So waking up that night, I felt the bed empty, aside from three of the pups curled up beside me. Gently climbing out of our bed, I made my way over to Kurt, who was standing by Randy's crib, softly singing 'Pure Imagination' from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. It was one of his favorite movies, one we had watched many times.

And by 'watch', I mean, turned on to play as background music while we made out.

"Hey." I said softly, as Kurt finished the few last notes of the song. His voice was so clear and pure, it was absolutely beautiful. Looking down, I saw Randy, shaking in his sleep. I swallowed, and stared at him nervously.

"How's he doing?" I asked Kurt tentatively, and my boyfriend looked up at me, his face long and tired.

"Not good. I think he has the flu, but he's so young. I'm a little nervous, to tell you the truth. I don't know what this means for him." I bit my lip, and tried to figure out how to tell Kurt what I needed to say. I didn't like it, and I knew Kurt would absolutely hate hearing it.

"Kurt…I'm not sure how to tell you this, but…there is a good chance that Randy won't survive this." Kurt looked up at me, his eyes frantic.

"Don't say things like that!" He hissed, covering Randy's ears, as if he knew what we were talking about. "Of course he'll live! It's just the flu, he's just going to be really uncomfortable for a few more days!" Suddenly looking uncertain and terrified, Kurt hugged himself, and looked at me, his blue eyes wide and pleading.

"Right?"

I winced, and swallowed thickly. How the hell am I supposed to do this? Looking down at Randy, it kills me, knowing that he's this sick, knowing that my son, my baby boy, is ill and could potentially be dying.

"No, Kurt, I don't know." Kurt bit his lip deeply, clearly trying to ward off tears. I took a deep breath and wrapped my arms around him. "I'm so sorry baby. I'm so, so sorry."

Kurt immediately began fighting against my hold, shrugging my arms off of him. "No! No, no, no, this cannot be happening! This can't, I don't…why?" The pure desperation in his voice was absolutely heartbreaking, and I felt tears pooling in my own hazel eyes.

"Their mortality rate is lower than a normal human baby's." I explained, my heart hurting, because I couldn't touch and comfort my mate. He was suffering, and it was instinctive for me to want to offer him the care he clearly needed. "It's rare for more than one or two pups to survive out of a litter."

"No, that can't be right." Kurt moaned, staring down at Randy. "That, that can't be true. You're lying, why would you say that?" I stared at him beseechingly, trying to comprehend why Kurt was acting like this. It was just as hard for me as it was for him, but I wasn't wallowing in denial. I was facing reality.

"Kurt, you can't just ignore this! There is a very real possibility that our son won't survive the night! I know that you need comfort just as badly as I need it. Kurt, we have to rely on each other if we want to get through this."

But Kurt shook his head, and pushed Blaine away. When Blaine looked into Kurt's eyes, they were cold, and empty.

"I don't want to hear it. Go back to bed Blaine, if all you're going to do is spread negativity. I'll be staying up, trying to make our son better."

I stared at Kurt in disbelief, but his back was turned away, and he was now facing the crib once more. Glaring at his backside angrily, I stalked back into bed, and tried to make as big of a scene as I could, climbing back into bed, without waking the pups.

How dare he? Did he think this was easy for me? That it was just a part of life? Randy was my son too! God, I love him with all my heart, and now Kurt is accusing me of labeling him off as a lost case? I'm facing reality! Kurt hasn't gotten a whole lot of experience with life as a werewolf, but this is one of those harsh cruelties of the world that no one likes.

Shifting unhappily in my bed, I punched my pillow, trying to form it in the most comfortable sleeping position. But as I knew that Kurt would not be sleeping in our bed tonight, I knew there was absolutely no hope of me getting a good night's sleep.

XxXx

It seems that my late night prediction came true. I was grumpy all morning, and snippy in Warblers' practice. Kurt simply skipped all day, choosing to remain with Randy once more. God, that annoyed me. Why couldn't he have just asked me to do it? I'm Randy's father too, I am just as capable of taking care of him as Kurt is.

When I walked into my room though, all bad thoughts towards Kurt went out the window. He's still my mate, and I still love him, and even though we're fighting, it's pretty hard to be angry when he's in that particular position.

He was doing yoga of some sort, and had just reached his hand back, stretching out fully, with his knees behind his back, lying flat on the floor. My mouth dropped open a little, at his sheer beautiful. God, how could I be mad at him again?

Sighing, I leaned against the door frame, and knocked gently. "Can I come in?" I asked softly? I know, it's ridiculous. It's my room, I shouldn't have to ask permission to enter. But somehow I felt like it would be best, given the circumstances.

"Are you going to be unhelpful and pessimistic?" Kurt asked, without missing a beat, or rising up from his position on the ground.

Instead of answering, I sighed, and made my way over to the bed, sitting down and patting the space across from me. Kurt eyed it for a moment, before giving in, and sitting down by me on our bed. Running a hand through my curls, I tried to figure out a place to begin.

"I'm not an only child you know. I have an older brother. Cain." Kurt nodded, and I took a deep breath. "But I also have two older sisters. Layne and Jayne. They are Cain's twins, and they go to some fancy school out in California. But they're homophobic sluts, and I really don't give a damn about them." Kurt raised his eyebrow, and I shrugged.

"Technically, they, and Cain, are my half siblings. I was the result of an affair. Though my father made it clear to his wife-Cain's mom-that he doesn't believe in monogamous relationships. He still doesn't. So I could have many siblings out there, I really don't know."

Kurt bit his lip. I know this was definitely new for him. His family has such tight bonds, even between him and Finn, who was an epic douchebag last year. I still don't see the change, but hey, I don't live with the dude. Kurt says he's made an improvement. I really don't believe that he could have been worse, but I'm a little biased.

"W-why are you an 'only' child then?" Kurt asked, hesitantly, as if afraid to ask a question. I sighed, and finally scooted over to Kurt, drawing him into my lap, and wrapping my arms tightly around my waist.

"I'm not. At least, I wasn't. I was a triplet. I had a brother and a sister, Dwain and Rayne."

Kurt looked at me. "Had?" His voice was soft and broken, and it literally hurt my heart to hear such hopelessness contained inside a heart so big.

I nodded gently. "Rayne didn't survive her first year. Dwain died when he was five. D-Dwain, he-he was my best friend." I'm stuttering. And what is that salty wetness running down my cheeks? Oh, I'm crying. God, I hate crying. Men aren't supposed to cry. That's what my dad always says. Real men don't cry. Maybe that's why I'm such a fuck up in his mind. Because I cry. Maybe that's why I'm gay. That would explain a lot. But it doesn't explain why it hurts so much, every time my dad gives me a look of pure disappointment.

"He had the flu."

For once it was me choking on sobs, and not Kurt. Suddenly I was burying my face in Kurt's neck, sobbing into his white warm up shirt. I hate feeling so weak and girly. Maybe this is how Kurt feels a lot. But he's stronger than me. Because when he cries, he doesn't care. He lets the world see him cry. I can't do that. Kurt has always been stronger than me.

"So you and your siblings have-and had-the names, Cain, Dwain, Blaine, Rayne, Layne, and Jayne?"

Kurt was clearly trying to add humor to the situation, and it worked. I choked out a laugh, before letting it get swallowed up by more sobs. I tried to contain them, tried to keep them locked inside of me, but that just resulted in a massive coughing fit, one which left me looking like a fool and spluttering for air.

"Hey now." Kurt said gently, stroking my hair soothingly. God, where did he learn this stuff? Has he always been this comforting, this kind? "Don't keep it in Blaine. You do that too much. It isn't healthy to bottle all of this stuff up."

Delicately placing several fingers under my chin, he hoisted my face up so that I was looking him in the eye.

"Blaine, I love it when you open up to me. More than I can even tell you. It makes us equals in this relationship. I know I'm the emotional one, and I lean on you for support a lot, but I want you to know that you can always, always lean on me too. This is a give and take relationship. I'm sorry, I was selfish last night. I wanted to be comforted, but I didn't realize that you needed it too. I expected you to automatically know what I needed, not even thinking about what you needed."

Kurt took a deep breath. "I am so sorry these things happened to you. That your siblings died at such a young age, and that you had a less than ideal home life. And I am so unbelievably happy that you trusted me enough, loved me enough to tell me that. But I refuse to accept that as our son's fate. I-" Kurt faltered slightly, and swallowed, "I see now that it is a distinct possibility. But that doesn't make it the only possibility. I have to believe, to have some hope that Randy will make it. Please understand that, because I can't give up. Not yet."

I nodded, and took a deep shuddery breath. Kurt placed a light kiss to my forehead, and I closed my eyes. No wonder he likes them so much, they're so comforting. "Come on, let's go see Randy. He's been getting antsy."

I nodded and took Kurt's hand, following him to the crib where our son laid peacefully. I smiled down, and noted the obvious improvement. Suddenly, my thoughts changed. I knew without a doubt that Randy would make it. And he would grow up to be a fantastic young man someday, just like his other daddy. But not like me.

Because, honestly?

Sometimes being the Alpha isn't all it's cracked up to be.