Title: We're Sick Like Animals
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, violence, language
Spoilers: General Season 2
Word Count: 2,237
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
"I cannot believe that we're actually going to go to a Halloween party!" Kurt said with a laugh, shaking his head at the rest of the table. Finn and Blaine had been talking about football, and somehow the topic had strayed to the upcoming Halloween plans. And from there, it had progressed into deciding that the pack would all be going trick or treating.
"Why not? Didn't you ever go to one?" Blaine said, pouting slightly at his boyfriend. He would be hosting the Halloween party this year, and he had hoped that his mate would be excited about it. Kurt rolled his eyes, and shoved a grape in Blaine's mouth, to the rest of the table's amusement.
"Kurt doesn't need Halloween, every day is an opportunity to dress up for him." Finn teased good naturedly, and Kurt transferred his glare to his stepbrother, playfully giving the excessively tall quarterback a shove.
"So what is everyone dressing up as?" Artie asked, digging into the school's mysterious and disgusting school lunches. The tater tots were the only redeeming parts of the lunch, but Kurt wouldn't even touch them. He complained endlessly to Blaine about the salt and empty calories, when he had attempted to get his boyfriend to try some, just to see what all the fuss was about.
"I think I'm going to go as a football player." Finn said, and Kurt gave him a judgmental look out of the corner of his eyes, clearly displeased with Finn's choice.
"Really Finn? Can't you at least attempt to be a little more creative than that?" Kurt asked, wrinkling his nose in distaste. He sighed, and said, "I'll help you out with a costume. Mark my words Finnegan Hudson, you will look unrecognizable!" Finn looked slightly nervous at Kurt's words, but nodded all the same.
"Kurtsie, we should be cats!" Brittany piped up from her seat on Santana's lap. She alternated between the two Alphas each day, which both Santana and Artie were slowly becoming accustomed to. Blaine had watched happily, as Artie had begun taking both ladies' books, and Santana had remembered to give both Artie and Brittany a kiss before sauntering off to class.
"Umm, Britt, boo, we already are cats." Kurt said patting her hand consolingly. Thinking, his eyes lit up with a new prospect, and he clapped his hands together happily. "I have the perfect idea! Brittany, why don't you go in your old Crawford uniform?"
Brittany's eyes lit up happily, and she literally squealed, so high pitched that nearly everyone in the cafeteria was covering their ears. "Oh my gosh, Kurtsie, you're the absolute best!" Kurt smiled in acknowledgement. "I mean, I'll totally have to alter it to make it way more sexy, but that's perfect! Santana and Artie are going to love it!"
"Mmh, sexy schoolgirl, I'm down with that." Artie said contentedly, and Santana nodded, leaning her head on Artie's shoulder.
"Yep, it will definitely be an all around sex explosion that night. I'll be going as a naughty cop."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Do we have to pass a new pack rule to keep sex in the bedroom?" He asked rhetorically, picking at his salad, and trying to ignore Blaine, who was currently nibbling on his ear happily.
"What about our phones?" Brittany asked, with wide eyed innocence.
Kurt sighed, and shook his head. Deciding that it was a lost cause, he turned to the blonde who was also munching contentedly on a green lunch. "Quinn Fabray, I swear on everything McQueen, if you go as an angel, I will murder you in your sleep."
The pretty blonde smirked at him. "Ooh, McQueen. That's definitely a promise you'll keep. But don't worry Kurtie, I'm not going as an angel. I was actually thinking about going as Tinkerbell this year. You know, blonde Disney princess and all."
Soon, Kurt, Quinn, Santana, and Brittany were engaged in a battle concerning Disney Princesses, and who constituted as one or not. Normally Blaine would have jumped straight into the conversation, but instead he was deep in thought, considering what he should do for his own costume. When he drew a blank, he realized that more than likely he would have to call in reinforcements.
Eyeing Finn, he smirked. He knew just where to find them.
XxXx
"Finn! Hey, Finn!"
Finn turned around on his way to the locker room, watching as his stepbrother's boyfriend-technically his Alpha-jogged over to him, a slightly anxious look on his face.
"Oh hey Blaine!"
The curly haired wide receiver smiled, but Finn noticed that it looked a bit nervous and strained. Who said he didn't notice things? He definitely noticed that Blaine was scratching the back of his sweaty neck nervously, clearly anxious about what he was going to say.
"Can I ask you something?"
Finn nodded, and decided to elaborate. "Sure dude. But whatever you're going to ask, just spit it out. I mean, it can't be that bad or whatever." Suddenly rethinking his words, he quickly backtracked in horror.
"I mean, unless you're going to ask me for sex tips. Because I've never...and Kurt is my stepbrother, so I really don't want to think about him like that. Plus, I mean, I don't know anything about dude sex."
Normally Blaine would laugh, or be slightly offended. Right now he was neither. "That's not what I need to ask you about."
But based on the awkward expression, it wasn't too far off the mark, Finn noted uncomfortably. Swallowing, he shrugged, and gestured for Blaine to continue already.
"I need help picking out a Halloween costume." Blaine blurted out, and blushed slightly. Finn's tension immediate relaxed and he smiled. It was kind of cool, seeing Blaine all frazzled like this. Finn was in Alpha mode, and hadn't switched yet, so seeing another Alpha so unwound was pretty interesting.
"Oh that's all? You had me worried there for a second. Well that's easy dude, just dress up like a zombie or something! No wait, Artie's doing that. Oh wait, I know! Be a vampire! Yeah, dude, you totally have the eyebrows for that!"
Blaine frowned. "What? No, Finn, I mean..." Blaine took a deep breath, and tried to figure out how to word things. "I mean a Halloween costume that will impress Kurt."
Finn scratched his head in confusion. "Well he's really impressed by some of those Lady Gaga outfits. Maybe one of those?"
Blaine let out a frustrated sigh, and decided, to hell with it. "Finn, I'm trying to figure out what costume would turn Kurt on." He deadpanned, avoiding looking Finn in the eyes.
"Wha-oh, I-oh." Finn immediately flushed, and looked at the ground. Sure, he knew that Blaine and Kurt were sexually active. They were mated after all. But they weren't nearly as public with their sex lives as Santana, Artie, and Brittany were. Besides, it was one thing to know that his stepbrother was having sex, but it was another thing to think about it.
"Well, um, why don't you just ask Kurt?" Finn asked, clearly surprised that Blaine would come to him, rather than go to his actual boyfriend. It would make things a lot less awkward, for the both of them. Although he supposed it was pretty cool that Blaine trusted him like that.
"I-I want to surprise Kurt. And I can't exactly do that if I'm asking him for ideas for a costume. Besides, I guess we kind of agreed to keep it a secret. H-Halloween is on a Friday this year, and he'll be spending the weekend at my house-"
"Okay, okay!" Finn cried quickly, really not wanting to go deeper into it. He had since gotten over his brother being gay, and having 'dude sex', but that didn't mean he was comfortable discussing that particular brand of sex with his stepbrother's boyfriend, and the pack's Alpha.
"Well, yeah, so I need a costume." God, Blaine hadn't felt this awkward in a long time. Turning his attention back to Finn, he chewed on his lip, watching as the gears turned in Finn's mind.
"Um, well, Kurt likes Alexander McQueen?" Blaine shook his head, and began to despair. Maybe this was going to be a lot harder than he thought. Geez, he just wanted to figure out a costume that would make Kurt go crazy.
However, Finn had one last suggestion up his sleeve.
"Well, what about an army guy? I mean, Kurt's favorite movie was always Pearl Harbor, and he gushed about Josh Hartnett and Ben Affleck and stuff. And then he dragged me to that chick flick, 'Dear John', and he just talked about the guy the whole time."
Suddenly Blaine's eyes lit up, and a grin spread across his face. That had just given him the best idea. Smirking he glanced up at Finn. "Thanks man. You've been a huge help." He said, and jogged off to the locker room, leaving Finn behind, shaking his head.
He didn't get gay guys.
XxXx
"Kurt, you're seriously starting to scare me, with all this make-up crap." Finn said nervously. He was currently sitting on a chair in Kurt's en suite bathroom. The pair of them had already had their seven o clock dinner, and were currently dressing up for Blaine's Halloween party.
Well, Kurt was dressing Finn up. He had yet to dress himself. But he was currently busy painting away on Finn's face, looking far too entertained to simply be doing make up. It was seriously beginning to unnerve Finn.
"Well, that shows how much faith you have in me." Kurt sniffed haughtily, adding a few more touches. Finally reaching over, he placed something on Finn's head, and turned his freakishly tall stepbrother around so that he could admire his work in the mirror.
Finn's darkened, purplish eyes widened comically as he examined his reflection. "Wow! Dude, I'm Frankenstein!"
Kurt smirked. "Astute observation Finnegan. And how many times have I told you not to call me 'dude'? But I figured it would be an accurate representation, considering how often I call you Frankenteen, a habit that Santana seems to have picked up upon as well."
Finn scowled. "Yeah, thanks for that by the way. She's way meaner about it than you are though. I don't know how Britt can stand her. She's so mean!"
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Finn, people act differently with their mates. You know that. Now I have your outfit on your bed. I got Carole's permission to tear apart one of your old suits. It's short, so that will add to the affect. Now if you don't mind, I have my own costume to get into." And with that, he pushed Finn out of the bathroom, and began to get ready.
XxXx
"Hey guys-holy fuck."
Blaine had opened the door to see Finn and Kurt. Finn was dressed in an awesome Frankenstein outfit-Kurt's doing, Blaine assumed. But that wasn't what Blaine was staring at. No, his predatory was resting solely on Kurt.
His boyfriend had obviously taken Brittany's words to heart, and had dressed up as a cat. A cat that looked sexy as hell.
Kurt was clad head to toe in a single black unitard, clinging tightly to his skin, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. It was a sheer material on the legs and arms, and Blaine could clearly make out the outline of Kurt's crotch. The chest was covered in a shiny, vest like material, and Kurt's hands were covered in gloves. A triangular patch of pale white skin was showing at Kurt's collar, but he was wearing a black tie.
But what Blaine found the most intriguing were the two soft cat's ears, perched atop Kurt's head, and the black silky tail trailing behind his boyfriend. Basically, Kurt looked like he had taken the phrase 'sex kitten' a little too far.
Not that Blaine was objecting. At all.
He saw the blush creeping along Kurt's cheeks, and he realized that he had been gaping. Stepping back, he cleared his throat, and managed to say, "Um, come on in you guys. The rest of the pack is in the living room. You guys are all the first ones here of course."
As Kurt followed Finn, Blaine immediately took the opportunity to check out his boyfriend's ass. What? Kurt had a fantastic ass, and in that skintight outfit, it was just begging to be smacked. Blaine definitely knew that they would be leaving the party for his bedroom at some point during the night.
"You know, I find your Army costume really hot." Kurt whispered flirtily in Blaine's ear. The man in question swallowed, and glanced down. He was in a green camouflage ensemble, with several buttons undone, leaving some of his chest bare. He wore a simple silver dog collar, and a hat. But he knew that he was nothing, compared to the sex explosion that was Kurt Hummel.
Surveying the room, Brittany, in her tiny mini-skirt, and tied up t-shirt, complete with bobby socks and a tie, tossed a fist in the air, and yelled excitedly,
"Let's get this party started!"
A/N: I usually save these for the top, but just to let you know, the Halloween party, and the smut that follows will be in the next chapter. I hope you enjoyed this one! Also, great thanks to who once more did a picture for me, this time of Kurt in his Halloween costume! Yes, his Single Ladies outfit inspired it :D You can find the manip on my profile!