Blaine began to stir, and as he woke up quietly, he realised that Kurt was still dozing slightly. Blaine smiled as he looked down at the gorgeous boy. He had smelled Kurt the moment he had walked past Blaine's French class, and Mercedes had restrained him for a full five minutes before he had escaped.

Seeing Dave Karofsky, standing and trying to lay claim to Kurt had made Blaine see red. His tackle make out session had been a little unprecedented yes, but he didn't think Kurt really had a problem with it.

And then finally taking in Kurt for the first time, as Karofsky yanked him away, looking into those beautiful blue eyes, his own hazel orbs raking over Kurt's stunning, slender body, it had been more perfect than Blaine ever could have imagined.

A sudden shift in position had Kurt stirring, and he sleepily opened his eyes. Finding Blaine staring at him, he grinned lazily, and stretched out, looking remarkably like a cat. Blaine smiled back at Kurt. He could hardly believe that the perfect boy in his arms was his. There were no words to describe how terrified he had been for a few seconds, terrified that Kurt would speak Karofsky's name, and choose him as his mate.

But that fear was null and void, because Kurt had chosen him.

"Morning beautiful." Blaine said tenderly, brushing Kurt's bangs out of his face. Kurt smiled at him, the curve of his lips just lovely, and he looked so young and innocent. Blaine was suddenly overcome with guilt.

"Kurt, do you regret it? Do you regret mating with me, having sex?"

Kurt looked at Blaine, an expression of pure astonishment on his face. "Why on earth would you think that? Blaine, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me! You're my mate, you're my everything. I could never regret it."

Blaine smiled, but it was soon turned sorrowful once more. "It's just…Kurt, we don't know anything about each other. I don't even know your full name!"

The brunette smiled sweetly at him. "I know that I love you more than anyone in the world. And I know you feel the same. That's all we need. But if you insist, I'm Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, born April ninth, seventeen years old, I love Vogue, my father is part tiger, part domesticated cat, and my mother was a pure wolf. Finn Hudson is my stepbrother, and Quinn Fabray and Brittany S. Pierce are my packmates."

Kurt wound his arms around Blaine's neck, and whispered sultrily in his ear, "Is there anything else you need to know?" Blaine took a deep breath to clear the fog that was currently clouding his mind. He had to focus on other things.

"I'll always want to know more about you Kurt. I'm Blaine Everett Anderson, wide receiver on the football team, pure wolf, eighteen years old, and hopelessly in love with Kurt Elizabeth Hummel. I've been a lone wolf until now, but I think I would like to join your pack."

Kurt smiled widely. "I think I'd like that very much."

The two boys slowly began to put their clothes back on, intoxicated by the amount of love flowing freely between the two of them. Kurt attempted to fix his hair in the mirror, but Blaine halted the process with a kiss.

"Ready to face the world?" Kurt rewarded Blaine with an angelic smile.

"Only if you face it with me."

Blaine smiled and wrapped his arm tightly around Kurt's waist, and walked out of the bathroom. Blaine knew the sight they presented, their clothes wrinkled, Kurt's hair all messy. Blaine looked around and saw Coach Sylvester, as well as a large burly man who currently looked as if he wanted to tear Blaine limb from limb.

"Get your filthy paws off my son you little mutt!" Burt growled at Blaine. The Interwolf's grip on Kurt only tightened.

"Dad, please!" Kurt protested, but Burt transferred his glare to his son.

"Kurt, you're in no position to be arguing the point with me, your brain is completely addled by hormones at the moment."

Both boys had the decency to look abashed. In fact the hormones had passed, but Burt obviously had not realized that yet. However, Blaine's refusal to meet his eyes and Kurt's head, ducked and blushing a furious red certainly tipped him off.

Horror and realization filled his eyes, and he let out a ferocious growl. Blaine was only slightly scared. Sure Kurt had said his father was part tiger, but he was also part domestic cat. However, he looked like he was about to launch himself at Blaine at any moment now.

Obviously Kurt realized the same thing, because he quickly stepped forward, arm still on Blaine's. "Daddy please, just listen to me. I know you're upset, and I know you think that Blaine took advantage of me or something, but he didn't. We-we mated." Kurt's voice faltered, and Burt's eyes narrowed, glaring at Blaine.

"Look, I know this wasn't your plan for me, and I know that you wanted a proper Mating Ceremony, but this worked just as well. It's the same thing, Blaine and I are mates now. You don't have to like it, but Daddy, I need you to accept it."

Burt glared at the floor, but he knew he had been backed into a corner. He could not separate two mates, he couldn't order Blaine to stay away from his son, as much as he wanted to. But Kurt was right, he didn't have to like it.

"Fine. Kurt, Finn, come on, we're going home."

Kurt's eyes widened, and he clung onto Blaine's hand tightly. "Dad, please." He whimpered. Burt looked at him pitying for a moment, before shaking his head. "I'm sorry Kurt, but we have to go home. I understand that you're mated, but you're still a teenager. We'll work something out, I promise, but for now you're coming home."

A few tears spilled onto Kurt's cheek, and Blaine wiped them away gently. "Don't cry beautiful. I'll miss you so much, but I'll see you tomorrow, I promise." He placed a sweet kiss to the top of Kurt's forehead, already missing the contact of their skin.

"Okay. I'll be here tomorrow. Meet you at the front entrance?" Kurt asked hopefully.

"The end of the world couldn't stop me from being there." Blaine promised.

&&&
Kurt could not remember tossing and turning so much in his sleep as he had last night. He had been kept awake, plagued by thoughts of Blaine. His skin had felt itchy, his body cold, without Blaine's body warmth wrapped around him. He had finally drifted into an uneasy sleep, and when he had woken up, he had been harder than ever before.

He had taken great care in choosing his outfit, a loose stylish shirt with black and white stripes, that would slip at least once during the day, revealing Kurt's bare shoulder, where Blaine had bit down so fiercely yesterday, claiming him as his own.

Kurt styled his hair meticulously, making sure his bangs practically defied gravity, and then grabbed his bags. He bounded down the stairs, and ran out to his car, skipping breakfast. "FINN HUDSON YOU HAVE THREE SECONDS!" He shouted to his stepbrother impatiently. He would not be waiting any longer. The tall teen quickly hopped out into the driveway, still lacing his shoes.

"You need to chill out dude." He muttered under his breath as he climbed in Kurt's car, and the smaller boy simply glared at him.

He quickly put his car into drive, and zoomed off to school, praying that he didn't get pulled over for speeding. He probably wouldn't. Most people were scared of his father anyways. Pulling into a parking spot, Kurt practically flew out of his seat, only remembering to lock his car at the last second. His bright blue eyes quickly scanned the grounds, and then he found him.

Blaine was currently looking like a Greek god, leaning so casually against the wall of the stairs, chatting aimlessly with Brittany. His curls were neat and dark, not the wild mess Kurt had made them into yesterday with all his pulling and tugging.

As if gravitated towards him, Blaine's head turned, and his hazel eyes turned onto Kurt. Once again Kurt found his breath taken away by this beautiful perfect person. He broke into a swift jog, and within moments, he was wrapped in Blaine's arms.

They simply stared into each others' eyes for a few moments, communicating silently. There was no passionate kiss, no public displays of affection that would earn them wolf whistles or cat calls, rather they were simply soaking up each others' presence after a night apart.

"I didn't sleep well." Kurt whispered gently, tracing Blaine's cheek with his hand, memorizing the smooth curve of his cheek. How had Blaine picked him? How had he earned the right to be the mate of this perfect Alpha, this perfect man? It was unbelievable, and Kurt was still continuously pinching himself to make himself believe that this was not all some fantastic dream.

"I'm sorry baby. I didn't sleep at all. I was thinking about you all night. We have to work something out soon. I don't like being separated from you for so long."

"Oh my gosh, you two are the cutest things since like, bunnies, and my cat!" Brittany squealed. Tearing his eyes away from Blaine, Kurt managed to focus on the boy in the wheelchair, the boy who's lap was currently occupied by Miss. Brittany Pierce.

"Oh, hello there." Kurt said, a little confusedly. Everyone noticed his confusion, and Blaine chuckled, drawing him closer.

"This is Artie, he's on the football team with me, and in glee club. Apparently he and Brittany mated yesterday as well." Kurt's eyes widened slightly, and he grinned at the boy confined to a wheelchair. "Hi Artie, I'm Kurt. Welcome to the pack in that case!"

Glancing around, and seeing Quinn and Finn making a beeline for them, Kurt shook his head and laughed. "We certainly have turned into a misfit bunch."

Blaine smiled endearingly at him. "As long as you're next to me, I'd be glad to be a part of any group. Now come on, we have to go to class. I had my schedule changed so that we had all the same classes, but I'm afraid there's a shortage of desks. You might have to sit on my lap."

A shiver ran down Kurt's spine. He had absolutely no problem with that. He quickly intertwined his hand with Blaine's, and they began walking down the hall to Spanish class. His Marc Jacob's bag shifted slightly, and his shirt fell a little, revealing his pale shoulder.

"You know, if we get bored in Spanish, you can always ride me." Blaine said conversationally, ducking down to nip Kurt's shoulder playfully. Kurt's eyes widened. "I have a bit of a thing for shoulders, in case you haven't noticed."

Oh Kurt sure as hell had noticed.