Blaine spent the rest of the day thinking about what Sebastian had said. He knew it was probably best for him to stay away from Kurt, but that was much easier said than done. He couldn't just ignore Kurt and act like he doesn't exist. He's already been way too much of a jerk to him to just forget about him. Kurt deserved more than that.

But it was either he leaves Kurt alone, or Kurt finds out their secret, so he didn't have much of an option.

So he left Kurt alone, settling on a nod or a small smile as they passed each other down the hallways. When Kurt tried to talk to him, Blaine found an excuse to leave. They went almost a week without having a full conversation.

Meanwhile, Kurt tried to think about what he could do about Mr. Williamson. Don't mind Blaine, he told himself, hoping that if he said it enough times he would believe it. He never liked you like that anyways. He doesn't matter.

After a couple of days, he still hadn't convinced himself. He decided to take his mind off of things by focusing on the other problem at hand: Mr. Williamson and Tony. What did Tony mean about Blaine's secret? Was he just trying to mess with Kurt's head so he would stay away from his uncle?

But then Blaine began to ignore him for reasons unknown to Kurt, and he started to think more and more about what Tony had said to him. It didn't help that Blaine wasn't exactly the best liar. He looked almost guilty every time he and Kurt made eye contact from across the room. For the first few days, he let it go, figuring it would be best to let Blaine have his space, but the more Blaine ignored him, the more suspicious Kurt became.

So the next Saturday afternoon, Kurt found himself knocking on Blaine's door. He heard Blaine mumble something before opening it, and he looked surprised when he saw Kurt.

"Good afternoon, Blaine."

"Hey." While Kurt was already dressed, Blaine was in his pajamas, a white t-shirt and black jogging pants.

"We need to talk."

"About what?"

"You're hiding something from me."

"What?"

"I'm tired of you walking around and pretending that I don't live three doors away from you. Now tell me what it is."

"I'm not hiding anything."

"Has anyone ever told you you're a terrible liar?"

Blaine sighed. "Can...Can we talk about this later?"

"No."

He hesitated for a moment before fully opening the door and walking inside. Kurt took this as a sign to come in. "Have a seat," Blaine said, and Kurt took a seat next to him on the couch.

"You're right. There is something I've been hiding from you. I couldn't tell you because you knowing this...it would change your life, the way you see things...it could change everything. Are you sure you're ready for that?"

Kurt opened his mouth but couldn't find words. He only nodded.

Blaine wasn't sure what to say, either. How do you tell a person something like this?

"I'm a werewolf."

"What?"

"I'm a werewolf."

"I—I heard you the first time. You're...a werewolf."

"I'm ready to answer any questions you have. I just don't want to lie to you anymore."

"You're kidding."

"No, I'm not."

"That's impossible. Werewolves aren't real."

"They are."

"Tell me you're joking."

"Kurt, I'm being serious here!"

"You—you're serious?"

"Yes!"

Now Kurt was silent. "...Oh." His face was even paler than usual, which Blaine didn't think was possible. "How?"

"That's a really, really long story."

Kurt's mind was reeling. Everything from the past month made sense now. Mr. Williamson, Tony, all those drawings and articles...

Animal attacks.

"Have you ever hurt anyone? Like, as a wolf?"

Blaine couldn't look Kurt in the eye. "Once. The full moon came sooner than we expected and I couldn't chain myself up in time."

"Did you kill the person?"

"No. It was close, though. It was two years ago but it's on my conscience every single day. I hate it so much. There's a little kind of cellar in the forest right by the campus. We use that to chain ourselves to make sure we don't hurt anyone. When you transform, you just...black out. It's hard to remember what happened the next day. You don't find out if anyone got hurt until you hear it on the news."

"That's...depressing."

"Ever since then we've taken extra precaution to make sure no one gets hurt." They were silent for a minute. "Kurt, I don't care what you do after I finish telling you everything, but just know this: I would never do anything to hurt you. I really do care about you."

Despite recently learning that Blaine was what he thought was a mythical creature, he wanted to jump for joy at that last sentence, but he kept his composure and managed to give Blaine a small smile. "Me, too," he said, and then panicked for some reason, worrying that he had said the wrong thing. "I mean, about you. I really care about you. Not me. N-not that I don't care about myself but it's just that I think—" He kept blubbering on until luckily Blaine interrupted him.

"Don't worry. I get it. And it's good to know." Blaine smiled.

Kurt took a deep breath and calmed down. "So back to the whole 'werewolf' thing...who is 'we'? Are there more of...your kind?"

"It's me, Wes, David, Sebastian..."

"Wes and David?"

"...Trent, Nick, Jeff, and Thad."

"Seriously?"

"Uh-huh."

"So the only people I know here are werewolves."

"...I guess. I'm sorry you had to find out."

"I'd rather know the truth than have all of you lie to me for my next two years here."

"Are you scared?"

"A little. But I figure I should get the whole story before judging."

Blaine chuckled. "Anyone else would have run out the door about ten minutes ago."

"I'm not like anyone else."

"Touche." Blaine replied, surprised at how well Kurt was handling the situation.

"Blaine," Kurt said. "I don't care what you are. I'm here for you if you ever need anything."

"You have no idea what you're getting yourself into."

"Maybe I don't, but I'm looking forward to finding out. So about the rest of the story..."

Blaine went on to explain how wolfsbane was poisonous to werewolves, and how they were stronger and faster than most people. They can also be very quick to anger, but most of them learned to control it by now.

When he was done, Kurt asked, "How did you become a werewolf? Are you just born with it, or...?"

Blaine had hoped Kurt wouldn't ask this question. "That's another story for another time," he replied, leaving Kurt even more curious than be was before.

"I do have to say, I'm kind of shocked. You're oddly calm right now."

"I guess after everything that's happened at my old school, nothing really surprises me much."

"Not even werewolves?"

"Not even werewolves."

"Vampires?"

"There are vampires?" Kurt's eyes bulged out of his head and he sat up straight as a stick. Blaine laughed at him. "No, I'm afraid there aren't. Sorry to disappoint."

"Somehow, I'll get over it." Kurt joked, and his boyfriend turned serious again.

"You should probably avoid the others for the next day or two," Blaine told him, standing up. "Especially Sebastian. They don't want humans getting in our business. Coffee?"

"Sure. Can't I at least get back at Sebastian for getting me drunk though?"

The other boy seemed to think about this as he got out two mugs. "That I will make an exception for. In fact, feel free to do that as soon as possible."

"Thank god. I didn't want to have to wait another day to slap the shit out of him. Although now that I know he's a werewolf and has super-strength and everything, that might not be a good idea..." He tapped his finger on his chin, questioning this.

"Well, whatever you decide to do, I'll back you up." Blaine smiled at Kurt and handed him a cup of coffee. Then Kurt remembered something. He had almost forgotten in the past few minutes.

"Before I torture Sebastian, though, there's something I have to tell you."

"Yeah?"

"I think Mr. Williamson knows about you."

"What do you mean?"

"My first day here, when he talked to me after class, I saw a drawing on his desk of these eyes. For some reason it stuck with me and I couldn't stop thinking about it, so I broke into his room—"

"You what?"

"I broke into his classroom in the middle of the night to investigate. It was quite fun, if you ask me. Anyways, he has at least ten folders of all these pictures and newspaper clippings and articles about wolf attacks. It's kind of creepy. You guys need to be careful."

Blaine was silent for a few moments, taking everything in. "Would you excuse me? I should go talk to Wes and David about this. I don't understand why Mr. Williamson is so interested in us."

"I don't get it either. Go ahead. My 'talk' with Sebastian is long overdue anyways."

"Don't get too out of hand."

"I'll try." They left Blaine's dorm and took off in different directions.

"Blaine?"

"Hey, David," Blaine spoke into his phone. "Where are you?"

"I'm in Wes's dorm. We're playing a mean game of Call of Duty. How about you?" In the background, Wes shouted, "Look at that kill streak! Nineteen! Nineteen! That's a new record! WOOO!"

Blaine could hear the scream from his spot in the hallway, a good seven doors away from where the game was taking place. "I'll be right there."

Ten seconds later, Blaine strode into the room, not waiting for an invitation. "Sorry to interrupt, but there's something we need to talk about."

"Wait, wait, wait! Yes! Ha!" David jumped up from the couch. Turning to Wes, he said, "You, sir, owe me twenty bucks. Pay up!"

Wes shook his head and dug around in his pocket until he found a twenty dollar bill. He pushed it into David's hand disappointingly.

David flaunted the money around Wes, flattening it in his hands over and over again. Wes glared at him. "Hello, Blaine."

"We were right. Mr. Williamson knows."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"How do you know he knows?"

Blaine sighed, hoping at least these two would cut him some slack about what he was about to tell them. "I told Kurt about us."

"What?" They both said in unison.

"I wasn't going to keep lying to him. He knew something was up anyways."

"Do you know what this could mean?"

"Did you even think about what Sebastian will do when he finds out?"

"Yes and yes," Blaine answered. "I trust Kurt. He won't tell anyone, I promise. As far as Sebastian, that's my problem. I'll deal with it."

"He'll literally kill you."

"We might as well start writing your eulogy now."

"Can you make sure I get your video games after you die?"

"Shut up, guys. I'll be fine."

"Yeah, we'll see about that."

"Seriously, though, man. We're here for you if you need it. We'd choose you over Sebastian any day."

"Thanks, guys. I appreciate it."

"Sorry to ruin the moment, but if there's no more immediate danger, I'd like a rematch." Wes looked at David nodded towards the television. "I'm getting my twenty bucks back."

"In your dreams!"

"That's the only money I had left for the entire week! I'll have to live off of Ramen! I can't even afford coffee! I'll have to live on the streets and start begging for change!"

"I'd pay to see that," David commented.

"Good," Wes said, grabbing an Xbox controller. "Then I'll get my twenty bucks back." He pressed a few buttons and the next thing Blaine knew, the room was filled with sounds of virtual gunshots again and he had nothing left to do but watch.

Meanwhile, Kurt stormed around the building, mind set on finding Sebastian and making him pay for what he did. How he was going to do that, he wasn't sure, but all he cared about right now was finding him. With each step he took, the angrier he grew.

He was furious by the time he found him sitting by the piano outside the choir room, back turned to Kurt. He slammed his coffee cup down on the piano, sending Sebastian leaping out of his seat and three feet in the air. "Whoa!"

"Would you mind telling me why the fuck you thought it was okay to get me drunk?" He kept walking towards Sebastian until the other boy stepped backwards. "We barely know each other. As far as I know, I didn't do anything to you. Before that night, you and I hadn't said a word to each other, and then all of a sudden you decided that it would be a good idea to intoxicate this guy you literally just met?" Sebastian opened his mouth to speak, but Kurt wouldn't let him. By now Sebastian was against the wall, looking relatively calm given the fact that Kurt was basically screaming at him. People were beginning to stare, but Kurt didn't care. "If I was caught drunk here, I could have been expelled! I don't know who you think you are or what you have against me, but I will not have someone, especially a douchebag like you, treat me like that ever again. I swear to God, Sebastian, if you as much as lay a finger on me, I will make sure you regret it." Kurt finally breathed again and took a tiny step back. He smiled, happily and innocently, at Sebastian. "Have a nice day."

He spun around and walked away, ignoring the stares of the students around him and the hole Sebastian's eyes were burning into his back.

Kurt skipped the Warbler's impromptu performance that day to finally get some alone time. He's had way too much for one day, between Blaine and Sebastian and everything in between. So while the Warblers performed downstairs, Kurt finally got caught up on his work. The homework he despised a week ago, he was grateful for today. He needed something normal in his life, and that something was homework. It took his mind off of things for the next few hours. He would much rather spend his time writing about the Civil War and atomic bonding than spend it thinking about werewolves and full moons.

Three hours in, he saw that there was an extreme coffee shortage in his dorm, and decided to fix the problem by going to the cafe. He stood up and stretched, heading out the door and down the hallway.

The corridor was eerily empty, even though Kurt knew most of the school was downstairs. He was walking towards the stairs when, out of nowhere, he was pulled back and into a dark room. His head hit the wall and everything went black.