Kurt had expected being a teen parent to be a bit more challenging. Even with the online classes being substantially more rigorous than McKinley's courses, he still found himself completely done each day shortly after noon. His only trouble spots were math and science: both of which David helped him with.

As for Alex, Kurt couldn't have asked for a better child. It was most likely due to the fact that Alex wasn't quite human, but he had to be the most agreeable child to ever walk the Earth. He was already, at just a month old, almost completely housetrained; if he needed to relieve himself, he simply went to his puppy mat, did his business and went on his way. Sometime he missed, or had an accident, but he was learning. When he was hungry, he whimpered until Kurt fed him. If he was restless, he could easily get to any of his favorite toys; when Carol had done up the nursery, she had made sure to keep everything Alex would want at snout level.

Kurt got up for breakfast every morning at seven and relaxed until eight. Then he would get Alex out of his crib and give him a bottle of formula. From there, Alex would play on the floor of his nursery or watch television while Kurt worked off of his laptop in the loveseat. Alex had a small television in his room where he could watch one movie a day: just enough to keep him occupied while Kurt did his schoolwork. Alex loved cartoon musicals, but sadly, couldn't pay attention long enough to watch a live action musical if his life depended on it.

Kurt was almost done with his schoolwork for the day while Alex was busy terrorizing a stuffed hedgehog. Alex was just discovering the joy of trying to destroy his toys. He'd pick up a nice, soft plush toy by its head or limbs and just whip it around, shaking his head and growling until he decided to let go and fling it against a wall. He only had a few little teeth, so he wasn't really doing any damage to them, yet. But in a few weeks, Kurt could foresee himself cleaning up stuffing everyday. Kurt had consulted his werewolf baby book and was shocked to find that the book spoke out against discouraging that kind of behavior. It was just naturally how werewolf pups played; if Alex had any siblings they'd constantly be nipping at each other, play wrestling, and grabbing each other's tails with their teeth. It was instinctual.

So far, Sheldon the Sheep was the only toy to escape the potential carnage.

Kurt felt something soft hit the back of his computer and looked down to see the (formerly airborne) hedgehog lying at his feet. Kurt bent over and held the toy out to Alex, but his son just sniffed indignantly at the round, suede creature and tried jumping into Kurt's lap. He was still too short (and chubby) to quite make it, so he just repeatedly bounced against Kurt's legs, scrambling his paws against Kurt's knee. "In a few minutes, Alex. Daddy still has to finish up his review for the book he read last night."

Alex kept jumping until he realized Kurt was intentionally ignoring him as he typed away. Alex sat back on his haunches and whimpered. When that didn't work to get Kurt's attention he grabbed the hem of his pants in his teeth (all four of them) and began whipping his head back and forth. Kurt closed up his laptop and looked down at his son. Putting on his best stern-daddy face (formerly known as his bitch-face), Kurt forced his voice to get as strict as he could. "Alex! Behave." He divided the word "behave" into two sharp syllables that made Alex's ears twitch. Alex whimpered as he retreated to the far side of the room. He kept his back to Kurt and stared at the closed door. He let out one final whimper before looking over his shoulder at Kurt and then staring back at the door. His little ears went back, his chin tilted up and he let out a long, drawn out "ARR-WWOOOOOO!"

Kurt's forehead creased with wrinkles as his eyes went wide. "When did you figure out how to do that?" Alex howled again in response. Kurt smiled; Alex was too damn cute sometimes. "Come here." Alex just looked at him. Placing his laptop on a shelf, Kurt got down onto the floor and crawled towards Alex on all fours. "Come here." Alex reluctantly scampered over to his father and licked at his face. Alex liked to get huffy whenever things didn't go his way or people didn't act the way he wanted/expected them to, but he was always quick to forget about it. "Are you a little howly-puppy? I've never heard you howl before. Can you howl for daddy?" Alex just licked his chin again. "Howl for daddy?" Alex's tail thumped against the floor as he watched his father's face; he had no idea what Kurt was saying. "Come on, like this: A-wooo."

Alex's little head cocked to the side, one of his ears flipping inside out. "AR-WOOOO!"

Kurt laughed and fixed Alex's ear. "You are beyond adorable. Come on, let's go have lunch."

Alex started barking aggressively as the doorbell rang. Kurt rolled his eyes; he really hoped Alex's barking phase would end quickly. The baby book said barking was something done mostly by werewolf pups; it didn't say how old they were when they stopped, though. Wolf occasionally let out little happy yips, so maybe Alex would be a barker well into adulthood. Hopefully, he'd at least get over his war with the front door. People weren't allowed to go anywhere near it without Alex going on the defensive. Kurt picked Alex up and held him against his shoulder as he skipped down the stairs.

The bell rang again. "Coming!" Placing Alex on the floor, he reached for the handle and opened the door. "Blaine…don't you have school, today?"

His ex-boyfriend smiled at him. "The teachers have a professional development day, so I figured I'd stop by and say 'hi'." Blaine leaned to the side slightly to see around Kurt. Alex poked his head around Kurt's leg and stared nervously at Blaine. "I saw the Facebook pictures; I figured it was about time I met him in person."

"He's a month old. I'm surprised I haven't seen you sooner."

Blaine rocked back and forth on his toes awkwardly, rubbing his hand behind his neck. "I figured you were probably still mad at me for ditching you the way I did."

Kurt stepped aside and let Blaine in; Alex stayed behind Kurt's legs, watching Blaine warily. "I got pregnant barely a week after we broke up; I don't have much right to get mad at you." Blaine smiled and hugged Kurt before kneeling down and holding his knuckles out for Alex to sniff. Alex just backed up behind his father more. "He's a bit of a shy-guy. Me, my family, his dad, Mercedes, and Dave are really the only ones he's friendly with…He growls at Puck."

Blaine snorted and stood back up, accepting temporary defeat. "Can you blame him? I'd probably growl at Puck, too." Blaine brushed his hands over his pants, straightening his trousers back out. "Dave? Dave Karofsky?"

Kurt smiled bashfully, sucking his teeth as he shrugged. "Dave was the midwife. Alex adores him and Dave treats Alex like his best little buddy. He's over here twice a week tutoring me in math and science."

"Huh." It wasn't a statement; it wasn't a question. It was more of a grunt of surprise.

"So how have you been, Blaine?"

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Burt had installed a large, fenced-in pen in the backyard for Alex. Kurt placed him in it with some small squeaky toys while he and Blaine caught up and Blaine helped Kurt with his raking. Alex ignored the toys and viciously attacked a stray leaf that had blown into the pen. He circled the leaf, barking at it then crouching down and growling. Blaine watched Alex, transfixed, as he held a trash bag open for Kurt's leaves. "He is going to be a handful when he gets bigger."

"Well, at least we'll be safe from leaves and mailmen everywhere." Alex pawed at the leaf tentatively. He barked once more before creeping slowly towards it. Kurt grimaced as Alex chomped down on the leaf, quickly swallowing it. "Alex, no. Yucky! Don't eat leaves." There was a gate built into the fence that allowed Kurt to enter in. He bent down and wedged his thumb and index finger between Alex's gums, forcing his mouth open. He pulled out what was left of the wet shreds of leaf.

"That is so gross."

"Oh, please. He's eaten much grosser. Ever seen a slug that's been eaten and then regurgitated?" Blaine's face obviously said he never wanted to see that; his lips were curled at the corners. "His pen is only a fifteen foot radius, but you'd be astounded at the things he's able to find. It takes a lot to turn my stomach these days. Babies will do that to you. So…you going to tell me about this new beau of yours?"

Blaine blanched. "I…uh…you…well…um…"

"Jeff told me. It's ok, Blaine. I'm not mad. If I were still alone and lonely, yes, I'd be mad. But I'm happy: for me and for you. Us breaking up was a good thing. I'll never regret the time we did have together, but…things worked out."

Blaine leaned on the side of the fence, smiling wistfully, a slight blush creeping up over his cheeks. "He's incredible. I can't even begin to explain it; he's sassy and feisty and, yeah, I'll admit, he's a complete jerk sometimes, but, the way he does it…it's kind of sexy."

"Awww…Blaine isn't into baby penguins, anymore? You into cheeky little wildcats?" Blaine blushed even brighter. "So, how long have you two been together?"

Blaine pursed his lips to the side, his eyes rolling back as he thought. "Depends on how you define 'together'…and which of us you ask. We started 'hanging out' – what I would think of as 'going out' – a month or two back. He doesn't count that as us being 'together,' though. As far as he's concerned we weren't 'together' until we…you know." Blaine smiled a very flat smile that sucked in his cheeks and showed off his dimples.

"You animal." Blaine's smile became a wider, toothy smile, as he looked off to the side, rubbing his thumb over one of the posts in the fence. "Oh, come on. Don't tell me you're the shy one now, while I'm the outgoing sex-machine."

That seemed to break Blaine of his uncomfortable bashfulness. "A sex-machine, are we now? I'll tell if you tell?"

Kurt looked down at Alex; Alex was play-stalking a stuffed moose with a perfectly round head/torso and four oblong legs. Kurt moved in closer to Blaine, checking over his shoulder once more to make sure Alex wasn't paying attention. "He's like a big old puppy; he's sweet and playful and silly. He's absolutely incredible. And he's…he's…" Kurt's voice got low and rough while his eyes went smoky, "huge. I mean, it's inhuman how big he is…well he isn't human, so I guess that goes without saying, but I swear…a centaur has nothing on this guy."

"So I take it he's huge. But is he 'talented?'"

Kurt scoffed. "Oh, you have no idea. I don't have anything to compare it to really, but I feel things. Things I didn't think possible."

"Sebastian and I…Sebastian is a complete control freak. He's rough and bossy. He's a bit… 'freaky' too."

Kurt balled his hands into fists and shook them excitedly up near his shoulders, keeping his elbows tight at his sides. "Tell, tell, tell!"

Blaine glanced around conspiratorially "When we're in bed, Sebastian likes to hold me down and just… ugh, he's brutal, Kurt. It's amazing though, because he can take it just as much as he gives it. And…I'm sure this will gross you out a bit-"

"I'm having sex with a werewolf."

Blaine rolled his eyes. "Just because you think werewolves are kinky, doesn't mean you'll approve of other people's kinks."

"So what is your kink, Mr. Anderson?"

Blaine leaned in close to Kurt, his eyes glinting with a red tinge. Kurt had seen it before: blood lust. "He likes it when I bite him."

"Isn't that illegal?" Kurt and Blaine both jumped. They spotted David by the side of the house, where the lawn met the end of the driveway, at the same time. He'd apparently surprised Alex, as well, because the pup started barking and wagging his tail.

"David." Kurt leaned against the fence, his eyes wide as he watched David approach the far side of the pen and stroke Alex through the slats in the fence. "I wasn't expecting you, today."

David looked between Kurt and Blaine, trying to assess the situation. "Yeah, well, I had to go get some stuff at Walmart and picked some stuff up for Alex while I was there: some toys."

"I'm sure Alex will be thrilled. He's already thrilled just that you're visiting." Alex was jumping against the fence, trying to jump over it with as much success as he had jumping into Kurt's lap that morning.

"My boyfriend asks me to bite him, ok?"

David scoffed as he scratched behind Alex's ear; he must have found a good spot because Alex began thumping his back leg up and down. "How old is he?"

"Seventeen…why's that matter? He's the same age as me."

David stood back up, prompting Alex to try and jump the fence again. "He's a minor. It doesn't matter if he wants you to bite him; he can't legally make that decision."

"What my boyfriend and I do in the privacy of our own bedrooms has nothing to do with you." Blaine and David slowly moved towards one another during their exchange, posturing and glaring at one another.

"Chill out both of you!" Blaine's neck snapped to the left, David's to the right as they both faced Kurt, yet they kept their bodies facing one another. "You are two of my best friends. David" David gulped at the way Kurt said his name; stern and authoritarian. It wasn't a tone he could just not listen to. "I get that you hate unhumans, but Blaine and his boyfriend aren't your concern. You aren't a slayer, yet, no matter how badly you want to be one. Please, just stay out of Blaine's business…as a favor to me?" David sucked in his lower lip and pointedly avoided eye contact with either Kurt of Blaine. Kurt took that as a concession and turned to face his other friend. "Blaine, you need to be patient with David. Please? He has very justifiable issues with unhumans." Blaine pulled the same face as David, but then nodded, wrapping his arms across his chest.

"So, David, what'd you get for Alex? I think he understood you when you said 'toy'." The three boys looked down at Alex who had his muzzle poked between the slats in the fence and was trying to bite at the plastic bag in David's hand.

David smiled down at Alex, the presence of the vampire all but forgotten. He pulled out a red bouncy ball from the bag: the same kind used in dodge ball. David dropped it into Alex's pen, and watched as it bounced once and then rolled towards Alex. Alex let out an undignified squeak before running behind his daddy's legs. He hid there for a minute, peeking out between Kurt's legs at the ball that was just a bit smaller than himself. David pushed the gate open and went into the pen, laughing at Alex. "It's ok, Mr. Fluffypants." David got down on his knees and batted the ball slowly back and forth between his palms. "It ok. Just a ball."

"He doesn't have any balls that big. And most of his toys are soft."

Alex crept towards the ball and sniffed it. He pushed his nose against it before barking at it and retreating behind David. "Ok. Maybe balls are a bit too scary for now." David rolled the ball to the other side of the pen so Alex could choose if he wanted to go near it. Feeling a tugging on his pants, David turned around to see Alex tugging the lanyard on David's car keys. Alex whipped his head back and forth, pulling the lanyard out of David's pockets. "Well if that's what you're into, you'll love your other toy." David pulled a colorful rope out of the bag. It was one of those short lengths of rope that was intended for playing tug-o-war with dogs.

"Oh, dear lord. You may have actually topped Sheldon the Sheep with that one."

David dangled the rope in front of Alex, tickling his nose with the loose strands at the end. Alex nipped at the nuisance, before jumping up and grabbing at the knot in the rope. He growled when he got it in his teeth and began trying to pull the toy away from David. Alex may have had a relatively deep bark, but his growl was high with a bit of a whine behind it. David pulled the rope softly, dragging Alex a foot across the lawn before the pup lost his grip on the rope.

Blaine watched David with a sense of unease. David was a closeted, homophobic asshole who had hurt Kurt and obviously had issues with unhumans and, worse, wanted to be a slayer. How could Kurt possibly trust him around his son?