Please bear with me on this one… there's a lot of important information! Let me know if I can answer any questions.

Kurt kept mostly to himself for as long as he could. He left his room once with the intention of quickly grabbing a sandwich, but hurried right back inside when he was instantly bombarded with questions from overexcited classmates, not very subtle whispers, and openly hostile glares from some of the Lycans.

Unfortunately his purgatory would only last for another fifteen minutes, which was when his classes would start for the week.

He hadn't heard so much as a word from his father. Kurt had left him a dozen angry messages, but eventually they turned to pleading even just for a "hello." Initially he was worried that something had happened, but after texting Finn and threatening to tell Rachel all of the horrifying things Finn had said about her before they got together, Finn answered:

Everyone's fine. Stop worrying. Miss you, bro.

Even Finn wouldn't be able to handle an eternity of Rachel's wrath.

Kurt looked at his watch and reluctantly grabbed his schoolbag. He had put off leaving until the last minute so he would make it to class seconds before the bell rang, hopefully limiting the amount of people he would have to pass in the hallway. He made his way to the office to pick up his schedule, becoming more and more self-conscious as he felt numerous gazes follow him down the hallway.

He pushed open the office door and was greeted by a middle-aged woman sitting behind a desk. When Kurt met her eyes, he immediately felt a slight tingle signifying that she was a wicca. She had gentle features and a kind smile, and Kurt felt a sense of ease sweep over him as he approached her.

He cleared his throat and explained, "Um, I'm Kurt Hummel. I just transferred and I have to pick up my schedule." He explained quietly. The secretary stood and placed her hand on his arm. Remarkably, Kurt didn't shy away from her touch like he usually did to people. Something about her was warm and maternal, and Kurt found himself drawn to this woman.

"Welcome to Dalton, sweetie. I'm Carole."

She removed her hand and pulled a sheet of paper and large packet out of a file that she had on top of her desk. "Here is your class schedule and student handbook. The handbook will tell you all of the school policies. I strongly advise you to read it, because we are very strict when it comes to upholding the rules. I want you to know when to come to us if something makes you uncomfortable."

Kurt nodded and took the items from her. "Thank you, Carole." He gave her a small smile and began to walk out of the office, but her voice stopped him.

"Kurt? I hope I'm not overstepping, but Dr. Anderson spoke with me about your situation. I just want you to know that you'll be perfectly fine here. Dalton is a safe place for all creatures, and that doesn't exclude humans, hon, no matter what anyone tries to make you believe."

He turned back to her and met her eyes. They were determined and had a surprisingly protective gleam in them. He gave her a more genuine smile, then took a deep breath and left the office.

He scanned his schedule from bottom to top, and his interest was somewhat piqued when he read the names of the courses that he was to take:

Strength and Control Education - Exhibition Hall - Shannon Beiste

Alchemy - Room 314 - Dr. Wes Montgomery

Latin - Room 212 - Dr. David Thompson

Blending into Society - Room 300 - Holly Holiday

Kurt snorted at that one. He stopped when he got to the class at the top of the list.

History of Magick - Room 110 - Dr. Blaine Anderson

Of course he would have Blaine's class first.

Kurt walked down the hall and made it through the door just as the warning bell rang, as planned. Unfortunately, though his method worked to avoid crowds in the hallways, he failed to think about the fact that it would make him the last one to enter the classroom. Not only did he have to deal with everyone staring at him, but he also had to take the only seat left; naturally, it was located in the front and center.

Perfect.

Kurt sat down quickly, his face burning as a few whispers broke out. Thankfully, Blaine was running late. He started as the boy in the desk next to him quietly cleared his throat. Kurt turned to the noise and saw a vampire with shockingly blonde hair smiling at him. The boy stuck out his hand and said, "Hi. I'm Jeff Sterling."

Kurt stared for a moment in shock, and then slowly reached over to lightly place his hand in the boy's icy grasp.

"Um, Kurt Hummel." He said, uneasily. If Kurt was shocked before, he very nearly fell out of his chair when Jeff raised the hand to his lips and kissed it. It was the standard greeting for someone who was either highly respected or powerful.

Jeff didn't seem to notice Kurt's extreme confusion and just dropped his hand like nothing happened and continued talking.

"Welcome to Dalton! It's so cool to finally meet you. Everyone's been so pumped all weekend, but we all figured you wanted your space to adjust." Jeff rattled on excitedly. Kurt's eyes subconsciously flitted back to the rows behind them. Jeff must have seen the doubtful look on Kurt's face because he continued, "Oh, don't worry about them… they're not trying to be mean, I promise. Everyone's just curious."

A growl was barely audible from the back of the room, and Jeff paused to send a withering glance to a disheveled looking boy in the back row. "Well, besides the Lycans, but I'm sure you're used to that as much as I am."

Kurt didn't have time to respond because just then Blaine entered the classroom and everything changed. The difference in the room was so obvious it was almost comical. It automatically went silent and everyone sat up straighter. There was an atmosphere of immediate attentiveness that Blaine commanded just by walking in the room. Kurt suddenly got a grasp on how important this man really was, and for the first time, he was somewhat intimidated.

Blaine placed his bag down at his desk up front and smiled. "Good morning."

A unified "Good morning, Dr. Anderson" was the automatic response.

Blaine's eyes displayed a spark of amusement when he discovered Kurt's position in the classroom. Kurt just glared back, and Blaine cleared his throat and announced, "We have a new student joining us today. Everyone please welcome Kurt Hummel, who will be with us for the remainder of the year. Let's all show him why Dalton is so wonderful, yes?" There were murmurs of agreement throughout the classroom, but the statement wasn't lost on Kurt. He sensed a slight disturbance in the air, and his eyes widened.

It wasn't a statement… it was a warning. It would be taken as such by the other creatures, but Kurt knew that it was mostly for the Lycans. Blaine was the Alpha, and his statement was an order.

"Now, who would like to catch Mr. Hummel up to speed on what we've been talking about?" He asked. Kurt noticed many hand fly up, including Jeff's. Blaine raised an eyebrow and said, "Mr. Sterling, were you planning on explaining in detail the back of your eyelids, or perhaps the drool that was so fluidly escaping from your mouth from Friday's class?"

Jeff smiled sheepishly, and the rest of the class snickered. Even Kurt cracked a smile.

"Mr. Duval, you're up." Blaine said, calling on the brunette that was sitting on Kurt's other side. The boy turned to Kurt and smiled, and Kurt felt a frosty pressure from his gaze. Another vampire.

"We've been discussing the origin of magical creatures, including the myths and legends surrounding them. We left off with… Lilith." He broke eye contact with Kurt and scratched his head awkwardly.

Kurt stared at him in confusion as the boy shuffled uncomfortably in his seat. Blaine nodded in encouragement, "Very good. So what are the urban legends surrounding Lilith? Rather, what did the humans come up with?"

The boy spoke up again, "Lilith was the original vampire. Humans believed that since she lost her own child while she was human, she made a deal with Satan to become immortal and ensure that no mother would ever see her child live past infancy. She was said to drain the blood of babies in the middle of the night. In return, she could never see the light of day and became a slave of her thirst for blood." He cast a sideways glance to Kurt and grimaced apologetically.

Blaine smiled. "Great Mr. Duval. Thank God one of you two pays attention in my class."

Jeff grinned and high-fived the other boy over Kurt's head.

"Except she did have another child. Two to be exact." Blaine continued. "No one knows why, but somehow she was able to give birth even in her immortal state, and has been the only one to achieve such a feat since. Some believe she was part Divine, a relation to Zeus himself. Aside from the fact that this child was somehow born in such unnatural circumstances, why was this child so special?" Blaine asked.

A voice from somewhere behind Kurt answered, "The boy was a hybrid?"

Blaine nodded. "Exactly, Mr. Harwood. In fact, the father was Lycaon himself, the original Lycan. Lycaon and Lilith fell in love, and Lilith soon discovered herself to be pregnant.

"Lycaon lived in fear that the child, born a hybrid of wolf and vampire, would grow to be incredibly more powerful, and eventually kill him. Arguably, this is actually the story that Oedipus Rex was based on, though no one is exactly sure of either creature's relation to or interactions with Sophocles. To prevent this from happening, Lycaon murdered his own infant son, causing Lilith to lose yet another child. As we all know, this prompted Lilith to go into a rage and kill Lycaon in retaliation, beginning the oh-so-wonderful feud that still exists between the two species."

Kurt thought for a moment and frowned. "Wait, Dr. Anderson."

Kurt felt the still unusual warmth as Blaine's gaze shifted to him. "Yes, Mr. Hummel?"

Kurt furrowed his brow and continued, "You said Lilith had two children? I don't know if I'm familiar with this version of the story. Was the second one killed as well?"

Blaine froze in surprise and hushed whispers filled the classroom again. He cleared his throat and seemed to collect his thoughts, then quietly continued, "No, Mr. Hummel. The second child was not killed. Lycaon would not see him as a threat. He was dead centuries before the boy was born, anyways, and the boy had a different father."

Kurt's brain reeled as he tried to make sense of what he thought was just a common bedtime story. "If it was another miracle child, why wouldn't Lycaon see the second child as a threat? Couldn't it still be powerful since it came from an immortal?" Kurt asked.

Blaine swallowed and gave Kurt a searching look. He seemed to choose his words carefully and eventually answered, "Because, Mr. Hummel, the second child was born human."

Blaine immediately sensed the short but violent tremor in the air as a wave of sheer panic rushed through Kurt. Kurt felt his veins ice over immediately, and could barely hear Blaine dismiss the class for the day.

It was like a puzzle. You put together the whole thing, but right when you get to the end you realize that you're missing one single piece. A few days later you find the piece underneath the couch, and when you finally put it in place, the whole picture makes sense.

All of the pieces snapped together in Kurt's head, and he was vaguely aware of Blaine's arms securely catching him as everything went black.

Lilith was my mother.

…So I realized that updating every day was incredibly ambitious. I will definitely get them up at least once a week, but it probably (or definitely) won't be every day. Thank you so much for your reviews!