Sorry it's been so long. My state declared a state of emergency, then we had four weeks of horrific standardized testing, then I started up a lecture series at Yale, now I'm starting up classes at SCSU. Fun times…

Plus this chapter gave me massive writer's block and I'm still not too happy with it.

The fic I mentioned in my last AN is Good Enough:

ficbycam (period) livejournal (period) com (slash) 48939 (period) html – very good PWP.

xoxoxo

Kurt and David had made a cushiony nest of blankets on the floor of the living room. Alex was on his back in the middle of the nest, his legs up in the air. He grabbed at his feet with his hands as he giggled at seemingly nothing.

There had been a brief argument between David and Kurt as to what Alex's first real outfit would be. David wanted him in a pale blue t-shirt that said "Daddy's little squirt" (with a picture of a smiling sperm on it) and a pair of tan shorts. Kurt wanted Alex in a fancy, little, white button-down with a plaid clip-on tie and blue corduroy pants. While Kurt was busy arguing that David's choice was grossly inappropriate and David argued that Kurt seriously lacked a sense of humor, Burt took it upon himself to sneak Alex off and dress him up in a green shirt with a picture of a t-rex and the caption "Rawr means 'I love you' in dinosaur" and a pair of blue jeans.

David had ditched school for the day and, once school was out, it felt like everyone Kurt and David had ever met had come over to see the change in Alex. "Why would you ever pick being human over being a werewolf?"

"What do you mean, Puck?" Alex had managed to get one foot into his mouth and as he pulled it away, he was left with a pale green sock clutched between his teeth. Kurt tried to pinch the sock out of Alex's mouth, but Alex just clamped his teeth down on it and attempted a growl. Even Alex couldn't take his own growling seriously and opened his mouth to let out a high-pitched laugh.

Puck shrugged in response to Kurt's query. "Well, when he's a werewolf, he can run around, he's got awesome hearing and smelling, he can eat just about anything. Now he's just a pink, fur-less chub that lies on the ground and giggles."

Kurt stroked his son's head both fondly and protectively. "He's not a chub."

"Yes, he is," chorused at least four different voices, including David, at whom Kurt leveled a steady glare.

"He's light for his age."

"Yeah, but he's also small for his age. He's small and light for his age, but kinda heavy for his size."

Kurt pursed his lips at his stepbrother and turned to Rachel with a carefully schooled diplomatic expression. "Rachel, kindly silence your boyfriend before I am forced to silence him." Kurt slid his hands under Alex's shoulders and pulled him up into his lap. Alex's head lolled back as he watched his father upside down. Alex let out a baby-squeal that sounded something like "gwah!" and reached out a hand towards his daddy. Sharp little baby nails clawed at the underside of Kurt's chin, but Kurt didn't mind. He leaned forward and kissed Alex's forehead, giving his son easy access to reach both hands up and grab at fistfuls of skin. Kurt smiled down at his son, cooing as Alex continued to babble unintelligible baby nonsense at him.

Tina reached a finger forward and tickled at the sole of Alex's sock-less foot, prompting Alex to curl up his toes and kick his foot upward out of Tina's reach. "You know, if he'd been born in his human form, no one would have questioned for a second who his other daddy was." Reaching forward even more, Tina tickled at Alex's tummy. Alex sucked his stomach in and swatted at Tina's hand with two clenched fists, then giggled as he stuck one of his fists in his mouth.

"I know. He's got David's hair," Kurt stroked his fingers through Alex's loose, dark brown curls. "He's got David's smile," Kurt poked at one Alex's cheeks, forcing Alex to smile a broad, open-mouthed, partially-toothless smile. "He's got David's nose and chin."

David stood off to the side, smiling awkwardly, his arms folded across his chest as his face got redder and redder. "Yeah, well he's got your eyes." It was true; Alex had those indescribable eyes that seemed to change colors as you looked into them: those stunning, multi-hued eyes that the French called "glasz."

"And Kurt's lungs." Burt sat on the couch behind his son, his wife beside him. "He squeals bloody-murder just to see how we'll react. He's also testing out all the different sounds he can make with his new mouth."

Whittaker sat cross-legged on the floor across from Kurt, by David's feet, looking completely out of place in his crisp suit, surrounded by scruffy teenagers. He'd spent the day with the Hummel-Hudson-Karofsky family, helping Burt make the baby nursery more human-baby-friendly and helping out with menial tasks while the family ooh-ed and aww-ed over the "new" addition to the family. "I'd have to call and ask Grace, but I'm sure he's more intelligent than other babies of this age. As a werepup, his brain developed more quickly; I refuse to believe all that intelligence just disappeared when he became human."

"Why not? It disappears when David becomes Wolf."

Whittaker sucked in his breath through his nose as he thought – something of a 'reverse sigh.' "Wolf isn't unintelligent: just sheltered. He has an elementary school level education and social skills. Once Grace teaches the two to merge…be afraid, be very afraid." The tone of Whittaker's voice was obviously being melodramatically prophetic, but David nudged him roughly with his foot, anyway. "Back to Puck's original question, though…I'm sure it's safer for a werewolf baby to be in human form. Less of a target for angry mobs which pitchforks and torches. An evolutionary precaution, so-to-speak."

"That means I don't have to be afraid to take him to the park, and to the grocery store, and toy store, and to the mall and to school."

"Uhh…" The more sensible people in the room – mostly adults – all exchanged wary glances with each other. "Kurt…" said Finn, who hadn't exchanged a look with the others, but rather stared incredulously at his stepbrother, "everyone at McKinley knows Alex is a werewolf. It doesn't matter what he looks like; he's still a werewolf. I know you used to sneak Alex into glee club and to the rehearsals, but you can't just… shove him in everyone's faces now. Just because he looks human, doesn't mean people will all of a sudden forget he's a werewolf."

Cradling one arm behind Alex's back and the other tucked under his tushy, Kurt pulled Alex close to his chest. He looked defensive as he rubbed his cheek against Alex's fluffy baby-curls. "He's just a baby…he's not even scary."

"If it makes you feel better, I can be your personal bodyguard whenever you feel like shoving Alex in people's faces. I have a certain soft spot for making norms feel uncomfortable when it comes to unhumans – especially when they can't do anything about it."

Kurt smiled up at Whittaker. "Thank you…I'd appreciate that."

Sebastian crawled across the floor towards Kurt and Alex; both father and son watched the Warbler warily. Kurt still didn't much trust or care for the incubus, but Blaine liked him – loved him, if certain other Warblers were to be believed – so Kurt had no choice but to put up with the demon-weasel. Alex was just nervous of most people today because he couldn't smell anything. Everyone in his world had a distinct smell that he knew to be them, but ever since this morning – poof! – almost all smells were gone.

When Sebastian was a foot or so away from Alex, Alex let out a low "gah-gwa-gwa-gwa!" They had decided earlier in the day that these noises were probably Alex's human attempts at barking. Sebastian mimicked the noise back at Alex, startling him into silence. Alex watched, gaping at Sebastian, before allowing himself a wide smile and a high-pitched peel of laughter. He kind of thought he might recognize Sebastian, so he held out his hands towards him.

Without even waiting for a sign of permission from Kurt, Sebastian grabbed Alex around the middle and pulled Alex towards himself, rolling onto his back and lifting Alex in the air as he did so. Alex squealed excitedly and let loose a torrent of baby-babble, "ah-bah-bah-dah-bah-mah-ah-dah!"

Color Kurt surprised. Yes, Sebastian had proved to be at least something of a friend when David had faced a potential death sentence, but Kurt couldn't really picture Sebastian liking anyone – at least anyone he couldn't have sex with. Especially not a small, squealing, drooly, wrinkly baby. Blaine obviously read the shock on Kurt's face, "Sebastian has six younger brothers and sisters through his mom. He's really good with kids."

"I don't get to see them all that often, but when I do…" Sebastian started bobbing and weaving Alex through the air, making airplane noises between his lips. The plane ride continued for many minutes – long enough that Sebastian got a good burn in his biceps.

When Alex's manic giggling had subsided, Sebastian slowed down the plane ride and passed Alex overhead to Blaine, shaking out his arms to ease some of the muscle strain. Blaine coddled Alex in close, so that Alex could rest his head on his shoulder. Alex made a feeble, tired attempt to grab at Blaine's hair, but quickly gave up and latched onto the collar of Blaine's shirt instead.

xoxoxo

"First time we've had that many people in the house without me havin' to clean smooshed up cake off the couch cushions or untangle balloons from the ceiling fan." Burt collected up what little garbage the kids had left behind from the living room. Carol had made chicken Caesar salads for a light dinner for their guests and most had been polite enough to dispose of their own garbage.

Alex had spent most of the afternoon and evening drifting between different states of drowsy, tired, napping, and passed out, as he was passed from shoulder to shoulder of Kurt and David's friends. Everything had been so hectic and exciting that Alex felt it was easier to just sleep through everything rather than deal with it. If it were something lasting, he could deal with it later; if not, why bother? The world had gotten too strange for Alex today; everything looked funny, he could barely smell or hear anything, and everyone was fussing over him. Yes, he was used to being fussed over, but not by so many people at once. He was taken from out of Uncle Finn's arms and allowed himself to settle into Other Daddy's arms. Other Daddy was warm and soft and comfy. And though he couldn't smell anything very well, he could still smell the faint, earthy muskiness of Other Daddy.

Other Daddy jostled him ever so slightly as he climbed the stairs. Oh, good: Other Daddy was putting him to bed. He had almost dozed off again by the time Other Daddy was lowering him into his crib. Alex rolled over cuddling against one of his pillows as a blanket was pulled up over him. A glance upward towards the top of his changing table revealed a pair of orangey-green eyes staring down at him. Alex gurgled a tired, yet happy, coo at his beloved friend-slash-pet. Other Daddy scratched behind Moo Cow's ears, prompting the kitty to stand and stretch before jumping down into Alex's crib. Cow sniffed tentatively at Alex, still completely baffled by what had happened to the werewolf pup. Alex was too tired to grab at Moo Cow or throw anything like he had that morning, so Moo Cow curled up around him with ever decreasing trepidation.

When Alex had finally dozed off for good, Moo Cow resting beside him, using Alex's chest as his own pillow, David flicked the lamp off and went to his and Kurt's bedroom.

Kurt was already there, getting ready to go to sleep. David, not nearly as fastidious as Kurt, pulled his shoes, pants, and shirt off and crawled straight into bed, boxers and socks still on. Kurt climbed in beside him fifteen minutes later and immediately snuggled against David's side. "Since Whittaker has volunteered to be your own-personal hitman, I was thinking maybe you could get around to coming to glee club sometime?"

Kurt picked at the sparse hairs around David's nipples, causing a tickling sensation to radiate throughout David's chest. David batted Kurt's hand away good-naturedly and rolled onto his side so that he and Kurt were face to face. "Hmmm…Kurt Hummel attend a flamboyant display of pop-culture adulation and veneration…seems more like a jock thing to me." David poked Kurt in the ribs, prompting Kurt to curl into the fetal position to avoid more poking. "All right, all right, of course I'll go."