A/N: Thank you to all who reviewed! To those of you who are confused about the nature of this particular 'verse, don't worry, it will be explained within the upcoming chapters. I believe I have it planned out for chapter five, but nothing is set in stone. Thank you for all your feedback, I welcome all! I'm glad you guys like it so far!
*WARNING* This chapter contains sex. This story will contain sex, adult themes, and male pregnancy.
When Kurt saw Blaine change for the very first time, it was a miracle that he did not melt into an instant puddle of goo. He had barely gotten a chance to really look at his mate, but his wolf form was so damn beautiful, it nearly brought tears to Kurt's eyes.
Blaine's fur was dark and curly, his frame large, larger than Kurt's. He was considerably smaller than Dave Karofsky though, which caused fear to shake Kurt to the core. The teacher was ushering the students out of the room, but doing nothing to stop the fight. None of the students looked particularly shocked, rather put out that they could not stay and witness it.
No one bothered trying to remove Finn, Quinn, or Britt from the vicinity, Kurt needed them right now. He was watching his mate in a fight, only moments after meeting him. Unable to stay standing any more, Kurt slid to the ground, his shaky knees giving out.
He watched as Karofsky launched himself at Blaine, but the smaller wolf rolled away just in time. He quickly extended a paw, scratching Karofsky in the face, eliciting a roar of pain from him. But Kurt's feeling of elation quickly morphed into fear, as Karofsky clawed Blaine's backside. The dark wolf yowled in pain tossing his head back and arching his back downwards. This fight was quickly turning deadly, and Kurt was practically paralyzed with fear.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?"
Suddenly everything stops, and all attention turned to the tall, foreboding blonde lady in a red tracksuit. Her eyes quickly scanned the wolves, paused in mid fight, and Kurt huddled on the ground, with his pack surrounding him, offering him silent support.
"Karofsky! Anderson! Shift back, now!"
The boys both did so immediately, easily changing back into their human forms, their clothes adapting to fit back onto their now human bodies. Kurt whimpered as he caught sight of Blaine. Oh god, he was more perfect than Kurt had ever imagined in his wildest dreams.
He had thick dark curls on top of his head, and deep hazel eyes, with flecks of green and gold. His human stature appeared to be shorter than Kurt's, but stockier, more muscular. His face was sharply defined; he had the jaw of a Greek god. His stance was that of an Alpha, and it made Kurt want to submit fully to him. If Blaine told him to jump out a window, Kurt would do so.
Mistaking his whimper, Karofsky took three long strides towards Kurt, and placed his hand on Kurt's shoulder. "Coach Sylvester, he started kissing my mate!" He roared, clutching to Kurt possessively. Kurt moaned in pain, and arousal. His nails were creating long scratches on the linoleum floors. He knew what was happening. He had gone into mating season.
He needed the official mating to take place. He needed to become Blaine's, to be mated to Blaine forever. He knew that he belonged to Blaine, so Karofsky's touch felt like flames on his bare skin. Kurt moaned again, and this time Blaine reacted.
"He isn't your mate you filthy half-breed mongrel!" Blaine snarled out. Kurt knew he should take offense to that; he was a half breed as well. But the low possessive tone of Blaine's voice was nothing short of sexy. Kurt moaned appreciatively.
The woman-Coach Sylvester-looked between them. "You!" She barked, glaring at Kurt. He forced himself to tear his eyes away from Blaine and glance at her for the duration of her question. As soon as she voiced it though, his eyes immediately flew back to Blaine.
"Who is your true mate?"
Without hesitation, eyes still locked on Blaine's, he said with certainty and finality,
"Blaine. Blaine is my mate."
Karofsky roared in fury, and Blaine could no longer contain himself. Letting out a wanton whine, he launched himself at Kurt, only to be grabbed around the collar of his shirt by Coach Sylvester. He glared at her, but she was undeterred.
"Save it wolf boy. I know for a fact that this morning you were mate-less. You're going to have to get his father's permission, and then do the mating process properly. I don't care what other kids do these days; you're doing this the right way."
Both Kurt and Blaine whined in protest, but the coach refused to change her mind. She was clearly a ruthless woman. Had she ever known love? Maybe she had lost her mate. That would probably explain it.
"Wow dude, you're screwed." Finn told Blaine unhelpfully, and Kurt glared at him. The coach turned her attention to Finn, and pointed at him. "You! Frankenteen! Names and species!"
Kurt sighed. Was now really the time for formalities? And did no one read their files? Kurt had spent ages making sure they were written in his perfect penmanship, and every detail was flawless! It seemed like his work had all been for naught.
"Uh, I'm Finn, I'm Kurt's stepbrother. I'm wolf and dog, Quinn's a lioness, Brittany's a cat, and Kurt is cat and wolf."
Blaine locked eyes with Kurt again, and Kurt saw so much love, so much want, it made his knees weak. Blaine began struggling against Coach Sylvester's hold once more, but it was to no avail. "Forget it hobbit, I'm an Intercroc, remember?" She spat at him. Glancing around, she pointed at Quinn.
"You! You look like an Alpha! Grab on to that Beta, and keep him away from this lust driven fool. We're going to the office. Don't touch him Frankenteen; he's gone into Mating Season! Right now he'll hump just about anything with a beating pulse, and then give himself an aneurysm because you aren't his mate!"
Blaine growled possessively, and Finn blanched. He and Kurt had already gone down the road of a misguided crush; they really did not need to revisit that point in their lives. Quinn quickly locked Kurt's arms behind his back and prodded him forward. The ragtag group of teens followed Coach Sylvester to the office, Blaine and Kurt never making eye contact. Brittany chattered aimlessly to him, but he was not listening.
Suddenly there was a shriek, and Brittany was off like a bullet, chasing down a wheelchair that had disappeared down the hallway. "What the hell?" Coach Sylvester muttered, more to herself than anyone. "Frankenteen, you're coming with me! You! Keep a tight hold on that Beta!" She ordered Quinn, and then went chasing down Brittany, Finn lagging behind, an expression of confusion clear on his face.
And now that almost all restraints were gone, Kurt was fighting desperately against Quinn, but she wouldn't budge. Suddenly Blaine came up into her face and roared the guttural growl resounding from deep within his chest.
"Back off wolf, I'm part of his pack!" She snarled, and Kurt whimpered, continuing to struggle.
"Quinn, Quinn, let me go. Let me go, now, now, now, that's an order!" He shrieked. Quinn looked torn. She had been ordered two different things, but her Alpha personality wanted her to take charge. But she could not deny that the Interwolf in front of her was higher ranked than she was. Finally, after what seemed like decades, she let go of Kurt.
He immediately launched at Blaine, literally jumping onto him, and wrapping his long legs around Blaine's waist. The Alpha wolf stumbled under Kurt's weight, but quickly reassessed his hold on him, clutching him closer to his body.
They did not know each other. They had met only ten minutes ago, and learned each other's names even sooner than that. But none of that mattered. All that mattered was the fact that they were each others' destiny, and they had found each other.
"Not here." Blaine gasped out, and Kurt whined into Blaine's mouth. He needed Blaine, he needed Blaine to dominate him now. "We have to do this the right way." He began to nuzzle Kurt's neck, softly whimpering and moaning. Kurt began to return the favor, dragging his tongue along Blaine's jaw.
"Kurt, be my mate." Blaine said, his voice quiet and commanding, yet still asking. Kurt practically passed out at the sound of it. That was a voice reserved for Kurt, and Kurt alone. He swallowed, trying to find his voice as to speak.
"Always. Blaine, I beg you, be my mate."
"Forever." Blaine spoke, his voice raspy and low, but with kind tenderness evident in the tone. They were both vaguely aware of Quinn watching the pair of them. Without letting go of Kurt, Blaine opened a door behind him. "Make sure no one enters here." He ordered Quinn, and as he was now the Alpha of the pack, through his mating to Kurt, she was obliged to follow his orders.
Without waiting for a response, Blaine carried Kurt into the room, devouring his lips as he did so. Kurt took a brief moment to take in their surroundings. It was a bathroom. Kurt was momentarily confused, until he saw the couch. A little thrill went up and down his spine. This was happening. This was really happening.
"Blaine, Blaine, take me. Take me now, I need you inside me now." Kurt mumbled against Blaine's lips, and he received a growl in response. Blaine quickly threw Kurt down onto the couch, and climbed on top of him. He yanked off Kurt's carefully chosen shirt, and tossed it onto the floor. Kurt knew it would wrinkle, but he couldn't bring himself to care.
Kurt began working on the buttons on Blaine's shirt, but in his lust filled haze, he was unable to do so. Growling in frustration, he found Blaine removing his hands gently, and chuckling as he removed his own shirt.
"You're adorable. Oh god, I'm so glad I found you. I've been looking for you forever." Kurt moaned into Blaine's mouth, and arched into his gentle touch. Blaine bent his head down, and unzipped Kurt's zipper with his teeth. Kurt gasped at the action.
"Whe-ho-have you done this before?" Kurt gasped out, desperately hoping that he was the only, that he was Blaine's only. He thought he might die if he found out that Blaine had given himself to someone else before him.
"Of course not. But I've been practicing for you, I've been waiting for this moment ever since I shifted for the first time." Kurt breathed a sigh of relief, at the reassurance that he was Blaine's only, and as Blaine released his aching cock from his denim prison.
He pulled Kurt's boxers down, and gasped at the sight. "Oh god Kurt, you're so beautiful." He breathed out, and Kurt felt relief and pleasure shoot across his spine. He was satisfying. He was pleasing to Blaine. That was all that mattered. As long as he was good enough for his mate, that was all he needed.
Kurt quickly unzipped Blaine's jeans and pulled down his boxers as well, simply staring at Blaine's beautiful cock, nestled in a patch of dark curly hair. "Blaine, I need you in me. Please Blaine, I need you!"
Kurt was crying now, desperate to have Blaine inside him. "Not yet baby." Blaine whispered in Kurt's ear, and the brunette sobbed. "I need to prep you first baby. I need to stretch you. I-do you have lube?"
The cat-wolf hybrid shook his head, and let out a choked laugh at Blaine's panic. "I'm part cat love." He whispered back. "I don't need silly things like lube." Hazel eyes widening at that realization, Blaine slowly slipped a finger into Kurt's wet hole.
Kurt gasped at the intrusion, and Blaine halted. He waited for Kurt to be ready, but Kurt finally told him to move. After a few minutes of stretching Kurt's hole, he added another finger, and then another. Curling his fingers experimentally, he accidentally brushed across a tiny nub, and Kurt suddenly screamed in pleasure, arching his back sinfully.
"OH MY FUCKING GOD!"
Blaine smirked. He could pleasure his mate. He could give Kurt what he needed. The thought was pleasing to him. Kurt began to scratch at Blaine's chest. "I'm ready, I'm ready, I need you now!"
Taking a deep breath, Blaine poised his hard cock at Kurt's entrance, and plunged in. Kurt screamed out, obvious pain mixed with the pleasure, but after a few moments he was moaning for Blaine to move. The dark haired wolf began to thrust in and out, finding the perfect rhythm, and soon both of them were reduced to a sweaty mess of pleasure.
Finally Blaine bent down and bit Kurt's left shoulder hard, possibly hard enough to break the skin, claiming him as his own, and Kurt let go. He screamed Blaine's name as he came between them, and the sound of his name being called at the peak of Kurt's pleasure was far too much for Blaine to handle. The muscles constricting around Blaine's cock had him coming long and hard inside of Kurt.
He gently pulled out, and looked at the beautiful boy beneath him. Deciding to enhance their pleasure, Blaine bent down and licked Kurt's cum off his chest. It tasted delicious, like…Kurt. Blaine didn't even know how that was possible, all he knew was that it was the most delicious taste in the entire world.
Kurt sighed sleepily, and Blaine grinned at him. "Come one baby. We'll leave as mates soon, but let's sleep for now." And Kurt complied easily, not because his mate told him so, but because he wanted to. The pair shifted on the couch into a comfortable position, and slept side by side for the very first time.