A/N: I hope you're all having a good day. I just want to say I love you all so much! The love I've got from you all for this, my weird experiment of writing, is insane and I love you all so much for it. I hope you continue to read it and I continue to write it! Thank you! Dxo

Kurt sat in his dorm room, befuddled. He understood he'd said he'd wanted space from the warblers but they didn't have to take it this far. It'd been 4 weeks since Finn had come to visit him in the hospital and in that time, not one warbler had talked to him. Actually, not one of them had even looked at him in the past week. It was severely disheartening to realise what might've been his sole friends at the school, had decided he wasn't worth trying to be friends with. Kurt wanted to talk to them about the werewolf and the bite and their apparent werewolf tendencies but every time he tried to approach one of them, they ignored him. But he still held that feeling as if he were being watched all the time. The small dragon, that Kurt had kept firmly compressed in his cage during the harsher bullying Karofsky doled out, in the pit of Kurt's stomach screamed for Kurt to go to them and confront the overreacting teens himself. And that's what he did.

Making a split second decision Kurt grabbed his Blazer from his chair and left the room, now on a sprint to the warblers practice room, knowing that's where they were as Jeff had left for practice 20 minutes ago. The fire that had been brewing inside him, turned into an inferno of fury and Kurt knew what he had to do. He would go into that room, look them all in the eye's and tell them to stop being dickheads and get some balls. Was that too much? No, Kurt reassured himself. They needed to wake up and be reminded that they aren't allowed to treat anyone this way, even if he had asked for privacy. That stopped Kurt. Was he overreacting? He had been known to do that…

Snapping back to reality, Kurt realised he was outside the warblers practice room.

"Right Kurt" He thought. "You need to man up and get in there and show these idiots that they'll be friends with Kurt Elizabeth Hummel if it's the last thing I force someone to do"

Kurt reached for the doorknob, but retracted it quickly when he heard his name. Realising they were talking about him; Kurt leaned in closely and listened keenly.

"He's just a nuisance Blaine" Someone exasperated

"I know he's a nuisance. And I know he can't be trusted Wes" Blaine snapped, replying to some comment made before Kurt had got there. "What do you want me to do about it? He's a weak, infuriating, human boy. He's nothing but a dot on humanities existence is what you said. So, I should just kill him should I?"

Kurt drew back, not sure whether he was horrified that they were so casually talking about his demise or that Blaine had been the one to suggest it.

"No, Blaine but we know he can't keep those secrets. It's in the council's rules. He's no-one's mate and he's in danger from another wolf, which is in turn endangering our pack. We need to take pre-cautions" Wes explained.

"And what are these precautions?" Blaine sneered.

There was a pause before Wes, little more than whispered "Harry"

There was a collective intake of breath around the room and Kurt heard Blaine swear.

"So you'd have Harry wipe all of Kurt's memories" Blaine stated.

Kurt couldn't listen to any more. Turning around, he ran in what he thought was the direction of his dorm room, but turned out to be the kitchen that Jeff had shown him on the tour around the school almost 6 weeks ago. Looking around, he felt an instinct take over. Running around he grabbed things out of boxes and cupboards and fridges. Ovens were turned on, eggs were set free of their casings and chocolate was slowly melting into a gooey, sticky and severely underrated form. This was familiar and simple and easy. This was home for Kurt.

30 minutes later, he was done. 16 chocolate muffins. It wasn't anything worthy of a culinary award but it made him happy to know that half an hour ago they had been little more than eggs, sugar, flour and chocolate. He grabbed one and popped a piece of it into his mouth, his smile growing larger at the moistness of the cupcakes.

"Smells good" A voice from behind him said.

Turning quickly, he saw a boy he'd never met before. He was medium build, but appeared to be on the thinner side, his wrists almost skeletal. He had dark brown hair, with hazel eyes and tanned skin. In a way he kind of looked like Blaine, but not at the same time. He was smiling at Kurt, but his eyes looked guarded. Kurt was reminded of himself, and his nature, but brushed it off.

"You can have one if you like" Kurt smiled.

The boy's smile grew and he bounded over to Kurt's side.

"Thanks" He said, taking in each cupcake and appraising them each equally. Finally, he chose one of the smaller ones and took the seat next to Kurt, taking a bite into the muffin as he did so.

"This is really good" He said appraisingly, smiling at Kurt.

Kurt nodded in thanks, and then continued to stare into space.

"You're Kurt right?" The boy asked.

Kurt turned abruptly and hesitantly nodded.

"Don't be scared. I'm Harry, Blaine's cousin" He said.

Kurt's blood ran cold. This was the boy they'd all been taking about. This was the boy who'd take all his memories away. Only no. No no no. Kurt wasn't going to take it this time.

"I need to ask you something" Kurt blurted out.

Harry looked at Kurt and gave him a look as if to say continue.

"Can you take away memories, because I heard Blaine saying you can and that you're going to take away my memories and that you'll make me forget everything" Kurt rambled

Harry's eyebrows shot up and up with every word Kurt uttered but most interestingly, his face clouded with fury when Kurt mentioned him taking away Kurt's memories.

"Did he now?" Harry asked, fury vibrating through his voice.

"Yes" Kurt whispered, seeing that Harry's bright hazel eyes had turned into dark silvery colour and shrank backwords. Seeing Kurt's reaction, Harry closed his eyes and breathed in deep, like you're supposed to do when you give birth, until when he opened his eyes again, they were back to their original hazel.

"Sorry about that" Harry apologized "Now I think we need to go see those mongrels, don't you?"

Grabbing Kurt's hand, and ignoring his protests, Harry led them out of the kitchen and back through the winding stairs of Dalton, until they were at the practice room, where there was shouting that could've been heard at least from down the hall. Turning to Kurt, Harry grinned and assembled his face into one of serious demeanour, before tapping the doorknob, which clicked twice and throwing open the doors.

"Hello boys" Harry murmured.

A silence fell over the practice room. It seemed Blaine and Wes had been about to attack each other, as both boys had two warblers holding them back. The rest of the warblers were spread about the room in an unkempt fashion, but each boy's eyes were trained on Harry.

Harry stepped down each of the steps, his hand still entwined with Kurt's, with an intended thud. He let go of Kurt's hand as they reached the bottom step and gestured for him to go sit on the vacated sofa. Kurt scurried to sit down and let his head drop so he didn't have to make eye contact with any of the warblers. It felt like when one of your parents came into your class to tell another student off for picking on you. Humiliating with a tinge of desperation.

"So I heard" Harry began, walking around the room as he talked "That you want me to erase Kurties memories. Now I can only assume there are two reasons; Council's rules or Werewolf threat. Since you didn't even invite me too this meeting, I'm guessing both because we all know how useless teenage boys are at thinking ahead. Which also means this: From what I've heard of Blaine's infatuation with Kurt, you've had to go into lockdown on talking to Kurt, yet another shitty council rule" Harry laughed mirthlessly. Everyone in the room simply stared at him, as if they were a gazel who'd just spotted they were being hunted.

"Which also means you've not being talking to Kurt for…" Gesturing at Kurt for information

"4 weeks" Kurt whispered.

"4 WEEKS" Harry screeched "YOU COULDN'T COME TO A FUCKING DECISION IN 4 WEEKS. ARE YOU ALL BRAIN DEAD"

All the Warblers were now curling back into themselves, trying in any way possible to avoid the abuse.

"And you!" Harry said, pointing at Blaine, but now considerably calmer. He looked at Blaine, who now looked scared to shit, and said "Tomorrow night you will take Kurt to a restaurant. You will be the perfect gentleman. You will pay. You will bring flowers, you will get down on one fucking knee if that is what it takes to get Kurt to take you back because you know what all I've heard for the last month is "Kurt's so pretty, Kurt's so special, Kurt's so funny" but you weren't actually talking to him?!"

Harry sighed and asked "Kurt what time is good for you?"

"8" Kurt murmured.

Harry looked at Blaine, who nodded emphatically.

"Kurt, you better leave now, there's some other things I need to discuss with the Warblers and it's best if you don't see this side of me quite yet" Harry smiled

Every warbler in the room froze and turned to Harry with pleading eyes.

"No no, you know the rules, you cause emotional pain, you get emotional pain in return" Harry parroted.

Kurt got up, slightly confused about what had just happened, nodded at Harry in thanks, who smiled in return, smiled at Blaine, who winked at him and closed the doors behind him.

I've got one fucked up life, Kurt thought.