Title: We're Sick Like Animals
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, sexual implications, language, violence, future mpreg
Spoilers: General Season 2
Word Count: 2,300
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Summary: In a society where human animal hybrids run amok, Alphas are the dominant species, over humans, or Beta hybrids. An Alpha needs a Beta to feel complete, to feel whole. Blaine needs Kurt to be complete.
A/N: Okay, here's the next installment! No smut this chapter, sorry! Next chapter they're going to get to know each other!
Blaine hated the fact that he would not get to spend his first weekend with his mate. Well, he would, but not until much later that night. It turned out that Coach Beiste, an Interlion had scheduled an extra practice before their game tonight. Blaine would finish by six, but Kurt had his family dinner at seven. And at eight, the game started, and would probably go until ten.
All in all it was looking to be a sucky day.
Blaine wrapped his arm around Kurt's waist, and brought the brunette close to him. Pressing a kiss to the top of Kurt's head, Blaine said, "I have to go to football practice. I'm sorry baby." Kurt simply smiled at Blaine.
"That's alright, I had something to do after school anyways. When will you be done?"
The Interwolf frowned slightly. What did his boyfriend have to do after school? He hadn't been aware that Kurt had any obligations, other than glee practice, which Blaine liked to consider optional. It wasn't like they were ever prepared enough to win anything anyways. Schue just brought out Rachel, and thought that things like original songs were enough for them to win.
"Practice ends at six. Will you be done by then?"
Kurt nodded. "I should be done around five, but I don't mind sticking around anyways, so I can give you a ride. Finn needs a ride anyways."
Blaine squeezed Kurt tightly for a brief moment. "That's sweet, but I already asked Bryans to pick me up." Kurt's brows knitted together in confusion at the mention of the name that was unfamiliar to him.
"Who's Bryans?" He asked curiously, following Blaine to his locker. The school had made arrangements so that he had a locker next to Blaine. Already Kurt had decorated the inside of the small metal compartment with pictures of him and his pack, as well as a collage of his mate. So what, he was proud of his boyfriend!
"Oh, he's my parents' driver." Blaine said casually, and Kurt raised his eyebrows. He knew that Blaine was a wealthy guy, but just how rich was he? And why couldn't his own parents pick him up, instead of their driver? Oh right. Kurt had almost forgotten what Blaine had said a few days ago during his meeting with Burt. His parents were hardly ever around. It made Kurt feel sad for Blaine, because as much as he loved his mate, he knew he would be quite depressed if he didn't see Burt at least four or five times a week. He could surely handle weekends at Blaine's, but he didn't know how he would have been able to handle living with Blaine permanently. He might not have been able to.
"Well I still want to come and see my boyfriend play football." Kurt said, hugging his books to his chest. Suddenly his face fell. "Unless you don't want me to of course. I completely understand, I don't really know a lot about football. I wouldn't want to embarrass you."
Blaine immediately turned to Kurt with a frown. He hated how Kurt was so self deprecating. It was as if he didn't even see himself as the rest of the world saw him. "Hey now, none of that. Kurt, you could never embarrass me. I don't care if you've been living under a rock all your life and don't even know what football is. That doesn't matter to me. I would be honored to have you watch me, though I'm nothing special. But you know it would be even better if you could come to the game tonight."
Kurt smirked at him. "Oh I'll definitely be going to the game tonight. But if all works out well, I won't be watching much. In fact, you might even be watching me."
Blaine frowned in confusion, but Kurt refused to elaborate, simply pecking him on the cheek and grabbing his duffle bag, calling out a quick 'good-bye' as he left, sauntering down the hallway. Blaine leaned against his locker and watched Kurt's hips sway back and forth, shamelessly staring at Kurt's pert ass.
"White boy, you have no dignity."
Blaine turned around smiling, seeing his best friend Mercedes Jones shaking her head at his antics. He shrugged at her. "I am so far past the point of caring. Aren't I allowed to admire my boyfriend's ass? Sure, it's public, but I mean, he is my mate after all."
Mercedes sighed. "Normally I would say no, but with an ass like that, I don't think anyone could pass up the opportunity." Blaine's grin immediately disappeared, and Mercedes shot him a look. "Boy, please tell me you've noticed. Your man makes many a girl wish she were born with an extra appendage."
Blaine scowled at the ground, and Mercedes laughed. "Woman, you had better not be laughing at my dilemma!" He snapped, and Mercedes arched an eyebrow.
"What dilemma? You have a hot boyfriend? Oh yeah, I can see how this is so hard for you." She quipped, and Blaine rolled his hazel eyes. "But seriously Blaine, I like him. He seems pretty cool. Definitely a diva, so he'll keep you on your toes. You know, I think I may even like him better than I like you."
Blaine glared at her and sniffed. "Some friend you are!" Mercedes laughed and patted his shoulder.
"I'm your only friend."
He gaped. "That is so not true! I have…um…well, Sam! And Kurt, and Finn, and Quinn, and Britt I guess. Pretty much all of the glee club. Some of the football team. You know. I have friends!"
Mercedes shot him a skeptical look. "Mh hm. You keep telling yourself that babe. Now I'd love to stay and chat, but I've got to get going. Coach Sylvester says that we have to have a huge rehearsal before the game tonight, apparently we've got new members or whatever."
Blaine made a noncommittal sound and waved farewell to his closest friend. He quickly grabbed his clothes and made his way to the locker rooms. Off to hell.
XxXx
"Okay boys, ten wind sprints and then go home and eat well!"
Blaine sighed, and rolled his shoulder, relaxing his muscles. It had definitely been a grueling practice today. Finn had auditioned, and he had made it as the new starting quarterback, due to Sam's ineligibility. Blaine had been playing quarterback in Sam's stead, so it was great that he could go back to his position as wide receiver. It wasn't so great that he wasn't quite in shape for it yet.
He felt bad for Sam, because he got the feeling that Finn wouldn't be as willing to give up his position as quarterback as Blaine was. But then again, Blaine wasn't a quarterback. He didn't even like it, but it was necessary for the team.
Sam of course hated being benched, but until he got his grades up, it just wasn't happening. Easier said than done, especially considering Sam was dyslexic, and an Interdog. Golden Retriever, to be exact, and had issues focusing in class.
Speaking of focus issues, Blaine found it very hard to concentrate when Kurt was sitting on the bleachers casually, his hair mussed for some reason, wearing a blue shirt with the sleeves and sides cut and tied into little knots, sunglasses perched on his nose, cheering Blaine on. It was really fucking hard.
But Blaine figured that the sooner he finished practice, the sooner he could get to Kurt and ravish him. Except they didn't have time for that. Blaine cast another glance to Kurt, who smirked knowingly. It was October! Sure, an exceptionally hot day for October, but wasn't it far too cold for an ensemble like that? And oh god, was that sweat glistening on Kurt's skin? Blaine knew that shouldn't be as big of a turn on as it was, but it was really hot.
Blaine completed his required wind sprints as quickly as he could, and then threw off his shoulder pads, pulling his shirt off over his head. He heard a few wolf whistles from a few of the girls watching the practice. Blaine really didn't care. He grabbed his bottle of Gatorade and began running up the bleachers.
He finally reached Kurt. His mate walked over to him oozing sex appeal. He raised his sunglasses to his head, and clearly gave Blaine once over. "Lookin' good Anderson." Blaine smirked at his boyfriend and swept his matted down curls out of his eyes.
"You're looking pretty hot yourself Hummel." Kurt smirked, and wrapped his arms around Blaine's sweaty neck.
"I know."
Blaine reached his lips to Kurt and pressed them together. Kurt eagerly responded, opening his mouth and letting Blaine's tongue sweep across the inside of his mouth. Blaine decided to do something a little different though this time. He slid his tongue under Kurt's, and began to suck lightly on the tip of his mate's tongue.
Kurt immediately sucked in a breath, and pulled Blaine's body closer to him. Blaine's hands tangled into Kurt's already mussed hair, and they continued like that for several minutes, before they heard cat calls and several voices shouting homophobic slurs.
Blaine immediately glared down at his teammates. Many of them looked disgusted, the ones who were pure humans. The Interhumans looked either amused or disinterested. Blaine immediately noticed that Finn looked torn between being embarrassed, or protective of his smaller stepbrother. However, it was Karofsky that immediately caught Blaine's eye. He was glaring up at the pair fiercely, a hungry look in his eye. It unnerved Blaine, but he could hardly do anything about it now, with Kurt running his cool fingers down Blaine's chest.
"So how did your thing go?" Blaine asked, curious to know just what Kurt had been up to. But it seemed that his boyfriend was in no mood to divulge his previous activities, because he simply smirked and danced away from Blaine slightly.
"I should get going. I want to wash up before dinner you know." He said with a wink towards Blaine. The football player frowned slightly. "You should go too, you have a big game tonight." But before Blaine could turn heel and go get changed in the locker rooms, Kurt leaned in, and whispered in his ear. "Just so you know, when I take a shower, I'll definitely be jerking off to the image of you in your football uniform."
Blaine's jaw dropped, and Kurt practically skipped away with a giggle.
That boy was going to be the death of him.
XxXx
That boy was trying to kill him. He really was.
It was halftime, and Coach Beiste was talking, but no one was really paying attention to her. They were too busy watching the cheerleaders. Including Blaine. Because currently singing a mash-up of 'Don't Stop The Music' and 'Starstruck' with Mercedes was none other than Kurt motherfucking Hummel.
And the way Kurt was swaying those hips to the music was practically sinful.
But it appeared that Blaine was not the only one watching Kurt. A certain Dave Karofsky had his eye on him as well.
"You know Anderson, you may think that just because you sexed him up and tainted him that it's over, but it ain't. Not even close." Karofsky glared at Blaine, and Blaine glared right back. He had known Karofsky since elementary school, and he knew that the jock was not afraid of hurting people to get what he wanted. And Blaine was fearful that he might end up hurting Kurt along the way.
"Your right, I forgot, your mother hasn't sung yet." Blaine said lightly, trying to seem like Karofsky's words had no affect on him. However, it only made Karofsky take a step towards him threateningly.
"You had better watch yourself Anderson. You're already on thin ice as it is. I want Kurt. And I always get what I want. So treasure what you have with your little fucktoy now, because by the graduation, he will be mine."
Blaine glared at Karofsky's retreating back, but it was really no use trying to fight the larger boy. It wasn't worth it. Well, Kurt certainly was, but Blaine knew that Kurt loved him, just as much as he loved Kurt. And at the end of the game, when he won, it was him, not Karofsky, who got practically jumped by his hot Cheerio boyfriend.
Blaine kissed his boyfriend passionately, in front of the whole town. The Interhumans thought it was sweet, after all, in matings sexuality never really mattered to others. Many humans were disgusted, but Blaine was tempted to just give them all the finger.
"You know," Blaine said, pinching Kurt's tight, polyester uniform, "I might have to make sure that you wake up on the cat side of the bed every day."
Kurt giggled and wrapped his arms around Blaine, "If you think you can keep up with this much sexiness, than go ahead by all means." Blaine smirked, and began walking back to the bleachers with Kurt and everyone else. However he stopped cold at Kurt's next words.
"Just wait until I go into heat for the first time."
Oh fucking hell, Kurt really was going to kill him someday.