Guess who the Fic picture is supposed to be a picture of? The baby's obviously not THAT old yet, but it's still cute eye-candy.

xoxoxo

Mr. Hummel looked him over appraisingly for a moment or so before grudgingly standing aside to let him in. "Kurt's in his room. It's upstairs on the left." David nodded at him and scooted past, still bracing himself for the punch he was certain would come at any moment. Surely Mr. Hummel recognized him as the boy that had terrorized his son? Or had Kurt told his father who it was that had helped with the delivery? David wasn't sure why, but he didn't really want people to know that it was him that had helped Kurt.

David shuffled the gifts around in his hands until he had a free fist for knocking. Two soft taps on the door later and Kurt's voice was beckoning him in. Kurt's room wasn't quite what David had expected. It was very simple; the walls were white and surprisingly bare (no Cosmo covers framed all over the place as David had expected), the bed spread was a warm red with white pillows (instead of some frou-frou flowery pattern), only one or two stuffed animals that David could see. The only thing that was as David had pictured was the vanity off in a little alcove to the right of Kurt's bed (a walk-in closet?). Kurt was lying on his side in bed, his arm curled over one of those pillow pet things. There was a crib at the foot of the bed, but no slimy little ball of fur like David had expected. He couldn't even find the baby as he looked around the room.

Until he noticed the pillow pet was alive. Its little head was moving around, weakly, sniffling at the air.

Goddamn evolution.

In what way was that fair? Panda bears, tigers, chimps: all adorable. And all more than happy to rip you limb from limb if they felt like it. Dolphins, one of the most beautiful, majestic creatures in the sea was known to marine biologists as being as cruel as humans; raping and killing for their own personal pleasure. Even the freakin' platypus, nature's most adorable nerd, had a poisonous spur. David was prepared for the baby to be a disgusting, snarling, vicious little monster. He hadn't been prepared for cute. Cleaned up and dried off it was soft and fluffy with dark, mottled grey fur. It was splayed out under Kurt's arm, each paw pointing in a different direction. Its tail wasn't quite as bushy as you could expect from looking at it, but it was likely its fur hadn't grown in all the way. In fact, the only thing that distinguished it from every other newborn puppy on Earth was its size. It was about the size of a housecat, but with stumpy legs and a bit more paunch to it. "Chubby little bastard, isn't it?"

Kurt feigned insult. "Ever heard the term puppy fat, David?"

He hadn't thought of that. He'd never realized the term actually came from anywhere; it made sense though, puppies did usually have a bit of chub to them, didn't they? "What's its name?"

"Well, first of all, 'it's' a he. I named him 'Alexander.' I figured it had the most versatility, plus it's a timeless classic." Kurt moved his arm slightly, prompting the werepup to let out a small whimper of a squeak. Against his better judgment, David wanted to reach out and pet the puppy, but held back.

"Versatility?"

"Yeah. I can call him 'Alexander,' 'Alex,' 'Al,' 'Xander,' 'Lex' –"

"Der?" David supplied. Kurt rolled his eyes at David. "Yeah, don't give me that, Hummel. You know you named him after that Alexander McFlurry guy."

Kurt chuckled and held a finger over his lips. "Shh…No one needs to know that. And it's McQueen; though, I'm rather impressed you had any knowledge about that to begin with." Kurt finally took a good look at David. "You got me flowers?"

"Uh, yeah." David looked at the bouquet in his hand, having forgot all about it. "I went online and looked up what you're supposed to give someone that just had a baby. Flowers, cards, stuffed animals and chocolate seemed to be pretty standard, so I got each of them." Kurt smiled at him as David handed him the bouquet for his approval. "I think they're lilies." Kurt nodded. "Um…and I got you…" David looked at the cover of the chocolates "Whitman's Sampler. The card's taped to the box." David handed the chocolates and card over next. Kurt looked everything over before placing them on the nightstand beside his bed. "And I figured stuffed bears were kind of clichéd. It's a sheep."

"A stuffed sheep for a wolf? Cute David." Kurt took the stuffed animal and held it next to Alex, rubbing it against him. Alex turned his head towards the new stimulation.

"What's with his eyes?" Even though the baby was obviously awake (or the world's most active sleeper), his eyes were firmly shut.

"They won't open until he's a few weeks old. He's deaf too for the first few weeks. He's completely dependent on touch and smell and taste. Makes it a bit easier for me, I guess. We don't have to worry about being super quiet around him."

"Where's his diapers?"

"He can't potty on his own. I have to rub his tummy to make him go, so diapers aren't really necessary."

David should have felt guilty, but he couldn't help that his first thought was how simple it would be to kill a werewolf while it was still so defenseless. As soon as he thought it though, he regretted it. It wasn't a killer yet. And if Kurt took the proper precautions he wouldn't ever have to be a killer. He decided then and there that when Alex was a little older, when he was more likely to be a threat, David would sit Kurt down and explain to him about cages and shackles. He'd teach him about finding the right size and material cage and how shackles were a complete waste of time; a werewolf would sooner chew off its own paw than be chained up by shackles. If it hadn't been for the werewolf's healing ability, David would probably be missing a hand right now. But that brought up a question, how had Kurt managed to come out of an encounter with a werewolf alive? "So did you meet the father over vacation or something?" He was determined to try and be tactful about this.

"No, we met before school let out."

"Oh, so New York, then?"

Kurt shook his head. "No, in the Redzone."

"Yeah, but which one?

"Ours." David knit his brows in confusion. "Our Redzone. I met him about a half hour's walk away from here out in the Redzone."

David tried not to grimace. The thought of a werewolf so close to his home disgusted him. "So what, it was passing through or something?"

Kurt shook his head again. "No. I'm pretty sure he lives in Lima. I see him every full moon." Kurt looked fondly down at Alex. "I can't wait until Wolf meets Alex."

Wolf. Involuntarily, David's lip curled up in the corner as though he'd just tasted something disgusting. But then David frowned as a thought occurred to him. "Kurt, werewolves are very territorial. A male will kill any other males in the area. You need to keep Alex away from…from Wolf." It was hard saying its name out loud.

"My book says that isn't really true. Werewolves only become territorial when they're protecting their family from another werewolf. The book says Wolf will be an exemplary father." Kurt pulled a book off of his nightstand and handed it to David. He looked over the cover: What to Expect When You're Expecting: The Werewolf Edition. Multicolored post-it notes hung out from odd angles. David flipped it open; Kurt had apparently read the entire things through already. There were passages underlined and highlighted and scribbled notes and questions in the margins. David considered himself fairly open-minded when it came to other people and cultures, but even he wasn't stupid enough to believe such whitewashed bullshit. "Wolf has been very excited about being a father."

"So then where is he?" What the hell kind of father wouldn't be there the second their baby was born?

"Like a lot of werewolves, Wolf has multiple personality disorder. The human part of him has absolutely no idea what the wolf part of him does."

David refrained from saying what he wanted to say: must make it easier for the human to deal with being a murder. Instead, he said, "So Alex only gets to see his dad three times a month? Seems like a pretty shitty deal to me."

Kurt got this sad look in his eyes, "I know…but we'll figure things out, someday."

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"You're home late." Paul watched David over the top of his newspaper as David came through the front door.

"Yeah, went to a friend's house." David passed right by without glancing at his father, heading to the door by the kitchen that led downstairs.

Paul got up and followed. "A friend's house? Really?" David never really went anywhere or did things with other people. It was an exciting thing to hear about David getting out of his comfort zone once in a while.

"Yep. Did you know there's a werewolf in Lima?"

Paul stopped at the bottom of the stairs and watched David rifle through a crate on the ground, pulling up some steal contraptions he kept stored there. "There hasn't been a confirmed werewolf in Lima since…" Paul didn't finish the sentence. David knew what he meant and that was all that mattered.

"Yeah, well there's one now." David turned and headed up the steps at the back of the basement, heading outside.

"What are you doing?"

"There's a werewolf in Lima. I'm going to set traps for it."

So they were modified bear traps that David was holding. The snap of the trap was powerful enough to completely sever a limb from a werewolf (or anything else unlucky enough to step on it). "Was the werewolf outside the Redzone?"

"No."

"Did it hurt anyone?"

David really wanted to say 'yes,' Kurt couldn't have willingly slept with that thing…but he seemed so happy thinking about it. But then again Kurt was strange. He probably thought he was living out his own Beauty and the Beast and thoroughly confused the creature's assault for affection. "No."

Paul grabbed David's arm. "Then you can't do that. You could be arrested."

David laughed. "Oh yeah, like that'll happen. 'Hey, son, watcha got there?' 'Traps for taking out a werewolf.' 'A werewolf you say? Last werewolf we had round here killed fifteen people. Still haven't found any of the bodies, yet. Well, you stay safe son and have a good night.' The cops around here will thank me if I take out a werewolf."

"What if someone else steps in the trap? What if it's a human?"

David stopped. He hadn't thought about that. But now that he did, "A human in the Redzone is asking for trouble. I'm not going to pity someone that's that stupid."