A/N: I'M SO HAPPY WITH YOUR RESPONSES! I LOVE YOU ALL. Now if I could just get a guy to like me we'd all be happy ;) This chapter is the date and whatever follows the date and at the end we'll have a big reveal about who/what the voice in Kurt's head is… DUN DUN DUN. Listened to a lot of Taylor Swift for this chapter to come together, mostly that song 'Begin Again' and the song 'Treacherous' so I'd advise you listen to them. Also 'Dear John' but that's mostly because its Valentine's day and I'm bitter so yeh speak soon! Dxo
Waiting by the stone steps at the front of Dalton, Kurt began to feel nervous. What if Blaine was just trying to get him alone and then attack Kurt for how obviously gay he was? Or what if Kurt made the date awkward and Blaine didn't want to see him again after this? All these thoughts flew through Kurt's head at rapid speed, making his head ache with the possibilities, so he tried to distract himself. It was 8 o'clock on Saturday morning, so most students were either at home or in bed. He knew the only major group of students who were up were the warblers, 'practicing for Regionals' Jeff had said, though Jeff had been out the door five minutes before Kurt had. When he'd been part of New Directions, Rachel had kept them to a strict schedule when it came to competitions and rehearsals, but she at least let them sleep in.
"Hey Kurt" Came voice from behind him.
Turning around he found Blaine, standing there with a nervous grin, his hand in his hair, wearing a beige knit jumper and cargo shorts with loafers on the bottom. Kurt wouldn't have gone for the look but it looked good on Blaine. Really good. The shorts managed to accent the thickness of Blaine's legs, as well the fact they sat well on his hips, leading to Kurt to thoughts that he was sure, were turning his face a bright shade of pink.
"Hey Blaine" Kurt said cheerily, deciding that since they were on a date, his first, he'd make an effort.
"Do you wanna take a walk?" Blaine asked hesitantly, being able to smell the pungent mixture of fear and excitement coming off Kurt in waves, making Blaine both a little happy and sad at the same time.
"Sure" Kurt smiled.
A few steps further and Blaine reached his hand out to brush against Kurt's. Kurt looked up from the ground and viewed Blaine's apprehensive face for a few seconds before nodding slowly. Letting a smile bloom across his face, Blaine pulled Kurt's hand into his and fit their puzzle piece hands together. Pulling Kurt's hand in also pulled Kurt in, forcing an audible gasp from Kurt. They both froze for a second before Kurt let himself be in the moment with Blaine, rather than in the past with fear and pulled Blaine's hand around so it was now looped around his waist and the side of Kurt's body was flush against Blaine's. He could feel Blaine practically vibrating with excitement. They continued walking for a few minutes until they came to the edge of woods where Kurt had gone too the previous day. Blaine was the first to break the silence.
"So how do you like Dalton?" He asked, sounding genuinely interested.
"It's different. There's a lot more pressure here for Grades, which don't get me wrong I can handle, but its tiring. The teachers seem to care more. Madam Turner seemed nice if a little…free spirited" Kurt giggled, resulting in Blaine leaning into him and chuckling.
"She is that" Blaine mused "But how about you not the school itself?"
Kurt hesitated but reminded himself, somewhat grudgingly, that his family and friends sent him here for a reason.
"I feel safe" Kurt said quietly. Out of all the things Kurt might've said, Blaine knew this was the one he needed to hear. It meant in the outside world there was something that wanted to harm his Kurt. That had most probably hurt him, judging by the boy's unhappy demeanour. And he was going to make damn sure whatever it was, would stay away from Kurt.
"Were you bullied in your old school Kurt?" Blaine asked
Kurt didn't answer for a second, appearing to be having some kind of internal battle with himself, but then nodded his head.
"I'd appreciate it if we didn't talk about it" Kurt whispered, flexing his shoulder due too a sudden throbbing that had hit him like a bullet in the last couple of minutes.
Blaine nodded and then decided to change topics.
"So I hear from a little birdy, that you sing?" Blaine teased
"Would that little birdy happen to have bleach blonde locks?" Kurt shot back, playing along.
For the next fourty minutes they bantered back and forth about singing, different musicals and singers, at some point got to the log Kurt had sat down on previously and were using it as their own bench. Kurt's head was resting on Blaine's shoulder, with Blaine's arm flung casually over Kurt's shoulders, his fingers rubbing soothing circles into the boys porcelain skin. Only when Blaine moved his fingers a bit too far up, did Kurt cry out and launch himself forward as if someone had punched him in his stomach.
"Kurt are you okay what's wrong?" Blaine hurried to ask, compassion and concern filling his voice.
"It's nothing my shoulders just been hurting for a little while now" Kurt replied. This, however, was a lie. It wasn't just hurting, it was practically killing Kurt and he'd had to bit down on his lip several times in order to not cry out in pain.
"Are you sure?" Blaine asked, having been able to feel everything Kurt had for the last forty five minutes, had a thought crossing his mind about a werewolf trait that caused this kind of pain when Kurt had cried out in pain. But it couldn't be that. If it was Blaine was going to kill the creature that did this to Kurt.
Kurt was about to respond when he saw him emerge from the bushes. It was like one of his nightmares. Except he wasn't alone on an empty field. Blaine was there. Blaine! He had to get him away. He motioned to Blaine behind him, watching as he prepared himself for Blaine to leave him and run. But what he saw was the opposite. From where he was sat, he could only see a sliver of Blaine's face, but from what he could see, it looked like Blaine was smiling.
"You have no business here" Blaine boomed across the several hundred yards between him, Kurt and the hulking figure across the field. Whoever it was laughed. They were about to take a step forward when a wind blew across the field. Blaine knew either the figure would back down and attack and from his stance he guessed it would be attack. Pressing into his palm, he cut into it only slightly so a little blood would fall. The Pack could smell his blood from miles away and they were only in the school. He needed back up, not to beat the wolf that had interrupted their date but to make sure Kurt was safe. And then he heard it. A whimper. Blaine looked around to see Kurt huddled in a ball, sobbing and rocking slowly. Leaning in Blaine could hear him repeating two words over and over.
"Not again"
Blaine turned to see the attacker had both taken wolf form and halved the distance between them. Then it clicked. The smell on Kurt's shoulder, his shyness, his reluctance to talk about bullys and now him going into a hysterical state. This was the fucker that had made Kurt the way he was. And Blaine saw red. Letting out a vicious growl, fur burst from Blaine's skin, his nails elongated, his spine broke and re-aligned and he collapsed on all fours. All in the space of 1 second.
"Leave while you still have skin attached to your bones" Blaine hissed.
In wolf form, all werewolves could talk to each other but to every other species on the planet it just sounded like growling.
"That's my little whore and I want him back" The jet black wolf snarled
Blaine let out an enraged scream and jumped the distance between the two wolves. Teeth clashed and nails flew through hides like it was a knife through warm butter.
Behind them Kurt had seen and heard it all. He was half-way between shocked and about to vomit, when a hand on his non-pain filled shoulder jerked him out of his shock. He looked about to see Jeff standing in front of 11 other wolves.
"You okay Kurt?" Jeff asked cautiously.
And with that Kurt fainted.
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Those fuckers may have been able to keep him from Kurt, but the link between them was still there. He could feel it. And unless they gave him back, he'd torture Kurt's every thought. David Karofsky looked into the mirror and smiled. Then no matter what happened he'd get to torture Kurt either way.