Yeah, I know this is short, but this is just a filler chapter.

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"It's getting harder to get up every morning. I just…I kind of want to go into hibernation mode: go to sleep for a few months and wake up to have all this…all this shit be over." The image of Human on the computer sighed, then ran his fingers through his hair. "You know, sometimes on my way to school, I think about how easy it would be to drive my truck through the guardrail. No more school, no more werewolf-crap, no more stress. Alex and Kurt are really the only things keeping me going. And my dad."

Wolf had changed about an hour ago. He had "woken up" in Kurt's bed, his mate sitting a safe distance away from the bed, watching him with a slightly pained expression on his face. When Wolf had blinked up at Kurt, dazed and confused, Kurt's expression had eased into calm relief. Kurt explained to Wolf that Human – David – had moved into the Hummel-Hudson household. Wolf didn't like that one bit, but Kurt didn't give him an opportunity to object. Kurt had continued on to tell Wolf that Human had registered as an unhuman and that everything should be explained in the video. Kurt then set the video up for Wolf, giving Wolf orders to come find Kurt in the nursery when the video was over.

So, Wolf watched the video.

Human had begun his testimony on the video haltingly and hesitantly, with the words coming out fast and furious one moment, and quietly or not at all the next. There were many "cut screens" early on in the video, but as Human became more accustomed to talking to the computer, the cut screens came less and less. There were some videos Kurt had taken of Human playing with Alex interspersed amongst the video diary entries, but mainly the video was just Human talking to Wolf. Initially, Human had mostly aired his grievances against werewolves and Wolf. But after some time, the entries became more personal.

The words weren't so important to Wolf though. It was Human's body language. Or more specifically, the change in Human's body language. After the first few minutes of a stiff, emotionally void Human, the early videos all featured an animated Human, with jerking hand motions to accompany his testimony. Then, the last week's worth of videos had featured an increasingly subdued Human. He had become calmer and quieter in those past few clips. Weary. Not physically, but mentally, and perhaps even spiritually. The only time life seemed to return to what was little more than a shadow of Human, was when he was playing with Alex.

Wolf never would have guessed it, but perhaps Human really did care for Alex.

As the time indicator bar slid to the right on the video player, it came to the last video entry. "I registered as an unhuman almost a month ago. I've been repeatedly assaulted by teens and adults: students and teachers. I've been denied service at almost every store that's recognized me. I've lost all my friends. I found out that McKinley is now being investigated by the sports-powers-that-be; their athletic record will probably be ripped to shreds. Every game I ever participated in will now be considered a 'forfeit' or whatever. You can imagine how many jocks are going to lose scholarships as a result. Yep…I'm mister popularity right now. And yet, that isn't event the worst of it. The worst thing that could happen, the thing I've worried about since I was first bit…I got to school this morning, and, they know about me now…" Human swallowed heavily and blinked rapidly, trying to disperse the tears that were building up in the corners of his eyes.

"…slayers."

That morning

Thank god he drove a clunker. He'd only gotten back to school a week ago and there were already scratches all over his truck. It seemed like the new "in thing": key the werewolf's truck while he's watching and enjoy the fact that he couldn't do a damn thing to stop you. Hell, it was practically becoming a spectator sport. Kurt didn't know about it though. Burt may not have owned an autobody shop, but he was more than capable of doing some quick patchwork at the garage. David drove by each day, after school, to "help out" so that Burt could do a little light cosmetic fix-up.

Finn, Burt, and David had created a little emotional support group between themselves. David hadn't known until now, but apparently Finn and Burt had been shielding Kurt from a significant amount of bullying and harassment since he had first gotten pregnant with Alex. They had hidden much of the harassment from Kurt the same way David hid his own troubles from his love.

Things seemed to have multiplied since David "came out" as a werewolf. People finally had a face to give to their hatred. Or, in the case of most people, they were just naturally douche-bags and had finally found someone it was socially acceptable to hate.

David easily got the worst of his classmate's ire. That's why he intentionally came to school each day on the cusp of being late for the tardy bell. There were less people in the parking lots at this time; less people to try and jump him. If he got to school abnormally early, he would run the risk of getting cornered and attacked by jocks.

But despite his best efforts at being alone, there was someone else in the parking lot. A large black SUV, an escalade with heavily tinted windows, sat in the fire lane just outside the front entrance of the building. A man David had seen before leaned against the side of the hood. David would have happily gone around to a side entrance of the building, but he knew, from past experience, that they would be locked by now to prevent stragglers from sneaking into the building without checking into the main office. The man was unavoidable, unless David turned around and went back to his own vehicle. He had been spotted though, making a successful retreat a slim possibility.

Perhaps if he kept his head down, the officer wouldn't recognize David as the boy he was looking for.

No such luck.

"David Karofsky, mind if I have a few words with you?"

"I'm sorry, I'm late for school."

The man cut him off. "David, I'm not sure if you remember me or not–"

"Agent Whittaker." David looked the man over. He had known him the moment he'd seen him, but this was the first time he'd ever gotten a really good look at him. Every time they had met when David was a child, David had looked anywhere in the room but the man, terrified of making eye contact. His hazy memories of the man proved true, however. He was tall and lean, perhaps just over six feet tall. He was entirely clean-shaven, scalp and all. His ears were smaller and set back farther on his head, but his eyes were large. He had decidedly dark skin, but not what you would typically picture for a black man. It was like someone had taken a deep, rich brown and tinged it with yellow: like a bucket of coffee-colored paint with a layer of olive oil floating on the surface.

"I'd like us to talk for a bit."

"I'm sure; but, like I told you, I'm late for school."

As David skirted around the FBI agent, Whittaker held out his hand, a white card extended in his fingers. "Of course. Education always comes first; but, when you get a chance, if you'd be so kind." David took the business card and crumpled it in his fist as he continued his path towards the school.

Present

Human cut the video off the moment his recounting of events had finished. It wasn't until a few moments of staring at a blank, black computer screen that Wolf realized the video journal was over. It took him another moment to realize he had tensed up listening to the last entry. His ears lay flat against his head, his hackles stood up, bristling, and his jaw was clenched. He forced himself to relax his jaw until the pressure eased up. Once his jaw was no longer clenched, he lifted his ears back up, and his hair gradually went back to normal as he eased himself.

His perception of Human had changed significantly watching the video; he still wasn't entirely positive Human was completely reformed and actually tolerated werewolves now (in fact, some of his videos had flat-out stated that Human himself wasn't sure whether he hated all werewolves that weren't his son, or simply re-assigned his hatred of the werewolf that killed his mother to all other werewolves), but Human wasn't the horrific unhuman killer Wolf had always viewed him as.

Glancing once more at the computer screen, Wolf slunk down to the floor, padding quietly on all fours as he went in search of Kurt and his son in the nursery.

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"So…I know I promised David that I wouldn't watch the videos until he gives me explicit permission to do so, and I don't intend to break that promise; but, I know things have been going really badly for David lately and I think he might be depressed. I'd like to know what you think. Should I be worried about David?"

Wolf thought that over. He knew the answer, but he didn't want Kurt to be worried. But on the other hand…if anything bad happened to Human, bad things would happen to Wolf. Wolf nodded to his mate.

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Next chapter will be much better, I promise.