a/n: So I guess when you overcome month long writer's block, it all comes flooding out like a broken dam. I'm cool with it if you are.
"Where's Blaine?" Mercedes called over the thumping music in Rachel Berry's over-sized, renovated basement, carrying over two red plastic cups of rum and Coke and handing one to Kurt.
"Hiding somewhere, probably," he replied, taking a syrupy sip from his cup as he peered over the heads of Rachel's party guests, "He's kind of shy at parties."
"Yeah, well, he's not the only one. Sam is M.I.A."
"You came here with Sam?"
"Yeah. I mean, it's not a date. I know he just wants to see Buffy."
"Guys just don't know when to take a hint. I told Finn not to come tonight, but did he listen to me? No. He shouldn't be so surprised that he got kicked out by Quinn Fabray's bitch force."
"Guys."
"Seriously. Guys. Blaine has been acting... weird."
"Weird how?"
Kurt sighed and pulled Mercedes closer by her sleeve. "Something happened at Santana's birthday party. I touched Quinn's hand and... I think I read her mind!"
"You can read minds now?!" Mercedes quirked her brow, "Should I start calling you Professor H?"
"What? No. The thing is, I think that Blaine is keeping something from me, because ever since then, he's been super careful about touching me. We haven't kissed, we haven't even held hands!"
"Maybe he's not keeping anything from you. Maybe he's just... I don't know. I know I wouldn't be comfortable if somebody could read my mind even if I had nothing to hide."
"Yeah, I know. It's just, I've been doing exercises and working on controlling my visions. I think I can do the same with this mind reading thing, but not if Blaine never gives me a chance to touch him. I don't want to have to live my life like the boy in the bubble."
"At least you have somebody."
"Mercedes, you are too young to be bitter."
"Shane dumped me, Kurt. For a cheerleader! You have no idea what kind of pain I'm in. I think I have every damn right to be bitter."
Kurt shook his head. "Guys."
"Guys," Mercedes frowned.
"Guys!"
Kurt and Mercedes turned to find Buffy rushing towards them in a jacket and jeans worn for patrolling, strands of blond hair falling in front of her face.
"Buffy, what's wrong?" asked Mercedes.
Buffy sighed, panting. "Has anything... Have you seen any... Have you seen a werewolf?"
"What?!" Kurt gasped, "No. You're hunting a werewolf?"
Buffy nodded. "We were tipped off that werewolves are attracted to sexual heat, so I figured, who could resist a House o' Hormones like a high school house party?"
"Well, don't come to us if you're looking for sexual heat," smirked Mercedes.
"Yeah, more like sexual frustration. If you're looking for hormones, they're playing Spin the Bottle upstairs in the den," said Kurt.
Upstairs, a Ke$ha song blasted and Brittany leaned over the stereo with a not-so-sober grin plastered on her face. Most of the party had accumulated up here, circled around an empty Wine Cooler bottle. Boys kept nudging Quinn and goading her into taking extra turns. It had all been fun and games, but as Quinn spun the glass bottle for the fifth time, she decided she was getting sick of kissing the boys in her class and having to push them away before they snaked their tongues into her mouth.
She sighed and took another swig of Smirnoff Ice as the bottle slowed and landed in the opposite direction. Quinn looked up in the direction of the bottleneck and saw Rachel Berry smiling back. Quinn blinked, her face getting hot. Rachel gulped the last of her drink and tossed the plastic cup away, leaning forward with her lips pink and soft and her eyes closed. Quinn clenched her clammy hands and leaned towards Rachel, her heart audibly beating in her own ears.
Quinn started to panic. God, was this happening? Was Rachel Berry a few inches away, smelling like strawberry shampoo and vodka? As Quinn's heart raced, she felt bombarded by her own surroundings. The stale smell of alcohol, the messy shag carpet, the boys hooting and howling around them, falling over each for a good look at some girl-on-girl action. No, she thought as she backed away from Rachel. This wasn't how she wanted it to happen. Not under the stares of horny teenagers and the influence of alcohol.
As Rachel opened her eyes, disappointment sinking in, the girls looked towards the archway to the dining room as they heard a crash and a scream coming from the hall.
"What was that?" asked Quinn as the party guests around them fell silent.
A blur of dark fur and long, gnashing teeth came bounding into the den.
"Rachel!" Quinn cried and grabbed Rachel's shoulders, pushing her to the ground as the wild beast leapt over them and crashed into the stereo system.
Quinn and Rachel scrambled over each other and rushed out of the den. Quinn spotted Buffy rushing upstairs with a duffle bag in hand.
"In there!" Quinn yelled to her as she pulled Rachel along with her and rushed out of the front door in frightened pandemonium.
Buffy rushed to the den to see the werewolf snarling in the corner. It was twice the size of a normal wolf, covered in wild black fur and large ovular brown eyes behind its wrinkled snout, it's sharp white teeth bared.
"Okay," she said quietly, taking a long, heavy bicycle chain out of her duffle and throwing down her empty bag, "Here doggie."
The werewolf growled and lunged forward just as Buffy swung the chain like a lasso, wrapping it around the animal's neck and making it yelp. She held tight as the animal yanked backwards, pulling Buffy along with it. Buffy fell to her knees, the hold on the werewolf coming loose. It ran free from the chains and dived through Rachel's dining room window, scattering sharp shards of glass on the hardwood floor.
"You let it get away?!"
Buffy turned around to see Dustin, red-faced and staring at her from the entrance of the den, Will hovering behind him. The party guests had flooded out and the house was silent thanks to Rachel's now broken stereo system.
"I didn't let it do anything," Buffy huffed as Will helped her off of the floor, "I had the chain around its neck-"
"Chain? What, were you going to take it for a walk?"
"I was going to lock it up."
Dustin chuckled bitterly. "That's beautiful. This is what happens when a girl tries to do a man's job."
"Excuse me, Goolsby, but Buffy put her life at risk trying to capture a monster that you couldn't even find," Will frowned.
"Uh-huh and Daddy's doing a good job holding the bag of Dentastix. Listen, honey, if that thing hurts anybody, that's on your head. Do you think you can live with that?"
Dustin headed back out, shaking his head and mumbling to himself with a rifle attached to his belt.
"I live with that everyday," Buffy groaned to herself, squeezing a sore spot on her shoulder.
xxx
"Buffy!"
Buffy turned in the school hallway, her shoulders squared, to see Sam sprinting towards her in a McKinley letterman jacket, his blond hair flopping.
"Hey, Sam," Buffy said awkwardly, playing with the straps on her backpack.
"Hey. I didn't catch you at the party last night. I mean, obviously you were busy. I heard about the..." Sam made sure no-one was listening, leaned in and whispered, "Werewolf."
"Yeah," Buffy sighed, "It wasn't a good night. I can't believe I let it get away. I should have killed it when I had the chance."
"Is everyone okay? Was anyone scratched or... bitten?"
"No, we're fine. But the werewolf got someone. Lea Hamilton turned up dead last night."
"Whoa. I'm sorry."
"The worst part is, I could have stopped it."
"Don't be so hard on yourself, Buffy. Everything that's happened recently... I'd be off my game, too."
Buffy furrowed her brow and frowned sympathetically. "How can you be so nice to me?"
"I'm not mad at you, Buffy," Sam frowned, "I kind of wish I could be mad at you, but... I love you. I know you don't love me the same way, but I still want you to be happy. You're probably the coolest girl I've ever met and if you want to be with someone else... You know, I really am sorry about what happened to Santana."
Buffy blinked rapidly and looked away, trying not to let herself come to tears. "Thank you... Sam. I honestly don't know what to say."
"Don't say anything. Just... let me help. We can be friends."
"Of course," Buffy nodded, "You want to help catch a werewolf?"
"Yeah, who wouldn't?" Sam smiled gleefully.
"Well, there's only one more night."
"That's so weird," Sam shivered, "While we hang out at school doing nothing, there could be a werewolf walking around, probably making fun of us. Is there any way to tell who it is?"
"Not that I know of."
Sam nodded, the cogs in his brain turning. "Okay. To find a werewolf, you have to think like a werewolf."
"Uh-"
"I'm a big, bad wolf. I'm on the prowl. I'm a sniffing, snarling, slobbering. I'm... Wait a second. It's so obvious! I'm Karofsky! He's practically got wolf boy stamped on his forehead, not to mention the excessive back hair. And I didn't see him at the party!"
"That doesn't necessarily-"
"I'm going to confront him."
"Okay, well... Have fun with that," Buffy said as Sam brushed past her and strode towards the boys' locker room.
xxx
Karofsky slung a red towel over his shoulders and tied the laces on his tennis shoes, his hair still wet from the steam showers. He stood up in the quiet locker room, the place basically empty and turned around, startled to see a head of blonde hair staring back at him from the end of the row of red lockers.
"Jeez, Evans, wear a bell next time," Karofsky frowned.
"Why so jumpy, Karofsky?" asked Sam, folding his arms.
"Geeks make me nervous."
"Is that really it? Or is there something else you're hiding?" Sam narrowed his eyes.
"I could hide my fist in your face," Karofsky mumbled without much conviction and popped open his locker.
"I know you're secret, big guy. I know what you've been doing at night."
Karofsky exhaled through his nose and Sam was sure he was going to blow smoke out of his nostrils. "You know, Evans, that nose of yours is going to get you into trouble one day."
Karofsky grabbed Sam by the collar of his letterman jacket and slammed him against the row of lockers.
"Hurting me won't make this go away," Sam said bravely, "People are still going to find out."
"What do you want, Evans?!" Karofsky demanded, "Hush money? Is that what you're after?"
"No," Sam frowned, "I just want to help."
Karofsky dropped Sam and turned away, emitting a skeptical laugh. "You want to help. Right. What, you got a cure?"
"No, I just... I get what you're going through. I mean, I don't exactly, but stuff like this happens more than you'd think. Weird stuff happens to people, believe me. I mean, I've never met anybody in your situation, but similar stuff has happened to me."
"Yeah?" Karofsky raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah. I mean, it's not really the same, but I've... I've changed and not even realized it had happened to me."
"Yeah, that's kind of what it feels like," Karofsky admitted with a sniff.
"I've been there. Me a-and Finn-"
"Finn Hudson?!"
"Yeah, man, you have no idea. You're not the only one. But we have to do something before it gets out of hand."
Karofsky shook his head. "Man, if this gets out, it's over for me. Forget about playing football, they'll run me out of town. I mean, come on. I've got a reputation. How do you think people are gonna look at me when they find out I'm gay?"
Sam's face fell as Karofsky went on. A surprised smile appeared on the broad-shouldered boy's face. "God, I said it. And it felt... okay. I'm gay."
Sam smiled, somewhat disappointed. "Uh, yeah."
"God, I can't believe it. It was almost easy. I never felt like I could tell anyone and then you, of all people, brought it out of me."
"I don't want to take all the credit."
"No, because knowing you went through the same thing made it easier."
"Oh, actually-"
"You and Finn. That's insane. No wonder he has trouble keeping a girlfriend."
"Um, Dave-"
"It's like, all the times I beat the crap out of Hummel, it was just because I recognized something in him that I didn't want to believe about myself. God, I have to apologize."
"Well... yeah, okay."
"And don't worry, Evans, I would never out you. Your secret's safe with me."
Karofsky clapped a hand down on Sam's shoulder and smiled, grateful, before walking away and leaving Sam confused and alone in the locker room.
xxx
"So what's the scuttle-butt? Anybody besides Karofsky fit the werewolf profile?"
Tina looked away from her laptop and up at Buffy, who was walking into the choir room.
"Just this one name that keeps coming up. Aggressive behavior, run-ins with the authorities, about a handful of violent incidents..." Tina raised an eyebrow and grinned at the blonde.
"Okay, most of those weren't my fault," said Buffy, taking a seat on one of the bendy plastic chairs, "The other guy started it. I was just standing up for myself."
"They say it's a good idea to count to ten when you're angry."
Buffy threw Tina a dramatic glare. "One, two, three-"
"I'll keep looking."
Sam strolled in, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans, looking conflicted.
"Hey," Buffy greeted him, "How'd it go with Karofsky?"
"What is that supposed to mean?" Sam asked defensively.
"I think it means, 'How'd it go with Karofsky?'" Buffy raised an eyebrow.
"He's not the werewolf. Let's leave it at that."
"Okaaay. So there goes our lead suspect," Buffy sighed irritably, "Now we're back to square dead."
"We are not dead," Tina sighed, "We'll find a way. We're the scoobies."
"Yeah, scoobies," smiled Sam, "Eradicators of evil. Defenders of... things that need defending."
"Tell that to Lea Hamilton. She could have used some defending before she was ripped apart by that..."
"...Werewolf," Sam finished her sentence as Buffy stared into space.
"Buffy?" Tina prodded gently.
"None of the reports said anything about Lea being mauled," said Buffy, "But it was linked with the animal attacks so we just assumed it was the werewolf."
"What else would we have assumed?" asked Sam.
xxx
Sam and Tina cowered behind Buffy in the funeral parlour that night, frowning sadly at the pale body of a former classmate. Lea Hamilton had been embalmed and dressed up for her funeral, the chalky makeup on her skin just barely covering up the puncture wounds on her neck.
"Vampire," Buffy said grimly.
"Well, that's good right? Th-that a werewolf didn't get her?" Sam frowned.
"No," Buffy sighed, "There's no good here. Instead of not protecting Lea from a werewolf I didn't protect her from something else just as bad."
Buffy slid a stake out from inside her sleeve and held it to Lea's unbeating heart, ready for the moment she opened her bright red eyes.
"Buffy, you can't blame yourself for every death in Lima," Tina said quietly.
"Yeah, Buffy, if it weren't for you this town would be way worse off. Rachel would be a robot love slave, Finn wouldn't have a head and Tina and I would probably be pushing daisies," said Sam.
Buffy stared down at Lea as her eyes snapped open, red and glassy.
"Santana sends her love," Lea smiled venomously just as Buffy plunged the stake into her chest. Lea was nothing but a pile of ash in her coffin but her message had left Buffy shaking.
"Are you okay?" asked Sam.
"This isn't happening," Buffy shook her head, "She's going to keep coming after me, until..."
"Buffy..." Tina frowned sadly.
Buffy sniffed, composing herself. "I've got a lot of work to do tonight. I should probably go do it."
xxx
Blaine swung open his polished white front door to see Kurt standing on the steps under the darkening sky, a picnic basket in his hand with a plaid blanket folded over it.
"Kurt, what are you doing here?" Blaine asked, taken aback.
"You and I are going for a picnic under the stars," Kurt smiled enthusiastically.
"This really isn't a good time-"
"Listen, Blaine, things have been weird ever since I told you about reading Quinn's mind and I get it, that would freak anyone out, but you mean a lot to me so I'm not just going to let this relationship drift into nothingness."
"Kurt-"
"I'm being spontaneous, Blaine! I mean, I've spent all day planning for it, but for me, that's spontaneous. I made cucumber sandwiches and cheese souffles. And mochi for dessert! Green tea and watermelon flavour!"
"Kurt, can we do this tomorrow?"
Kurt sighed, disappointed. "I want to talk about this now."
Kurt ploughed ahead past Blaine and inside the house.
"I have fought too long and too hard to have a normal life in this town and now that I finally have someone in my life who likes me the same way I like him," Kurt rambled as he walked into the kitchen to leave his picnic basket on the table, "I'm not going to just let it wither and die. If there is a problem, I want to know what it is so we can fix it. You've been ignoring me for days. I mean, am I just being oversensitive?"
"No, it's me. I'm going through... changes."
Kurt rolled his eyes and paced through the kitchen, spinning on his heel and walking into the dining room as he ranted. "Well, welcome to the world, Anderson. You want to talk to me about changes? I am King of Freaky Changes."
"No, this is different."
"Oh, what makes you think you're so special? You're human like the rest of us. Just a boy..." Kurt shook his head, his eyes landing on the surface of the dining room table where heavy duty chains and shackles lay next to a box of nuts and bolts, "...with chains and stuff... Why do you have chains and stuff?"
"Kurt, please-" Kurt turned to see Blaine behind him, doubled over in pain, "Get out!"
"Blaine? Blaine, what's wrong?"
Kurt moved forward and held out his hand to touch Blaine's head, which he was bowing as he panted in pain. Before Kurt could lay a finger on Blaine's curly hair, Blaine's head shot up, his nose starting to elongate and black fur growing up from his neck. Kurt gasped and Blaine's back arched with a sickening crack and he landed on all fours, his body morphing before Kurt's eyes.
Blaine looked up and in a deep growl yelled, "Run!"
xxx
Will set a steel case down on his office desk and unsnapped the latches, opening the case to reveal a grey foam mold containing a mostly silver, high-tech rifle. Will removed the rifle and looked it up and down, twisting it around in his hands.
Buffy swung the door open and shrugged her backpack off of her shoulders, tossing it in the corner. "Sorry I'm late. I had to do some unscheduled slaying in the form of Lea Hamilton."
Will looked up from the unassembled pieces of the rifle in surprise. "She's a vampire?"
"Was. Snix sent her to me. A token of her affections," Buffy frowned grimly.
"Buffy, I'm sorry-"
"Not now, Will," Buffy raised a hand impatiently, "We'll have ourselves a good cry after we've bagged a werewolf."
Will nodded stoically and raised the rifle, screwing the scope on top. "All set. Let's go find this thing."
"One question," said Buffy, "How exactly do we find this thing?"
Kurt tumbled through the glass office door, breathless and pink-faced. "It's Blaine!" he exclaimed breathlessly, "It's Blaine!"
"What's Blaine?" asked Buffy.
"The werewolf!"
"Are you sure?" asked Will.
"Can you just trust me on this? He... he said he was going through all these changes and then he went through all these... changes!"
"Where is he now?" asked Buffy.
"He chased me into the woods."
"Kurt, it's gonna be okay. We're gonna take care of everything."
"Let's go." Will clenched his jaw and pumped the silver rifle, turning Kurt's eyes into wide blue moons.
"Go where?! You're going to kill Blaine?! I mean, yeah, he's a werewolf, but he doesn't mean to be!"
"It's okay," Buffy shook her head, "We won't hurt him."
"I loaded this with enough phenobarbital to take down a small elephant," said Will, "I think it should work on a large werewolf."
xxx
Blaine howled as he reached a clearing in the woods and spotted a thick slab of raw, red meat sitting under the moonlight. His mind was too muddled and focused on the scent of bloody carcass and the anticipation of the taste on his tongue to wonder how it had gotten there. He trotted forward and sniffed the cleanly cut meat and started to tear at it, gulping it down in quick swallows.
"Good doggie," someone said calmly in the distance, "Now play dead."
Blaine's ears pricked up, but he was too focused on his food to care. He recognized the words as human ones, but they were muddled in his elongated ears. Words weren't the same to him now.
Suddenly, Blaine heard a clatter and a shot ring out and looked up, ignoring his meal. A man and a young, blonde girl struggled with each other, their hands grappling over a rifle between them, fighting it away from each other. Blaine sprung forward on his powerful paws as the blonde butted the man with the end of his own rifle.
Blaine leapt onto the blonde. Part of him felt like he knew her, but most of him didn't care enough to remember. To him, she was in the wrong place at the wrong time and that made her fair game. The blonde hit him with the rifle like it was a club and fell on top of him. Blaine kicked out with his forceful back legs and pushed the girl off.
Blaine twisted onto his front and arched his back, growling. The blonde had fallen into two other people; a tall man and a pale boy. Blaine locked eyes with the boy and watched them, a pleasantly familiar, blue green stormy color... Blaine snapped his teeth and lunged forward. Terrified, the boy scrambled for something in the cold grass. The boy gripped a strange silver pipe and pointed it at Blaine. A sharp pain shot through Blaine's shoulder and a coldness swept through his body, numbing his bones until his thoughts dispersed and his vision went black.
"Oh my God," Kurt gasped, still keeping the tranquilizer gun raised, "I shot Blaine. Buffy, I shot Blaine."
"You saved us," said Will, putting a hand on the boy's back and gently taking the gun out of his hand.
Dustin approached them, not bothering to hide the disgust on his face. "No wonder this town is full of monsters. No-one around here is man enough to kill them."
Buffy grimaced and lifted Dustin's rifle. "I have been sick of you since the moment before I met you and I have been waiting for just the right moment to take you on. But then I realized, a big strong man like you versus a girl like me?" Buffy grabbed each side of the rifle in her hands and folded the metal in half. "Wouldn't be a fair fight." She tossed him the bent hunk of metal. "How about you let the door hit you on the ass on the way out of town?"
Dustin eyed what was formerly his rifle and then looked at Buffy, sizing her up. He opened his mouth to say something and then decided against it, shaking his head and walking away. Buffy half-smiled and turned to the others to see Kurt bent over the unconscious werewolf.
"Kurt...?"
"Will he be okay?" asked Kurt.
"He'll be a little sore in the morning," said Will, "But he'll be Blaine."
xxx
Quinn stood near the doorframe of the guest room. Shelby had her back to her, bobbing up and down with Beth falling asleep in her arms. Quinn felt a pang of jealousy as Shelby sniffed Beth's wispy blonde curls. It was strange how a girl like Quinn Fabray - who was known for getting what she wanted - had no idea what she really wanted. She wanted Beth in her arms, but she didn't want to get attached. She wanted to be with Rachel but she didn't want to freak her out.
Shelby turned with Beth still in her arms and smiled at Quinn. "How are you?" she asked quietly.
"Fine," Quinn whispered with a shrug, "Tired."
"Do you want to hold her?"
Quinn hesitated and then shook her head. "No."
"Getting attached isn't always a bad thing."
Quinn frowned, a question burning on her tongue. "What about Rachel?"
Shelby looked surprised, but quickly composed herself. "Rachel... is her own person now. I waited too long to get to know her and now... There's nothing there."
"You could try, couldn't you? She really wanted a mom..."
"I didn't realize you and Rachel were friends."
"We are."
Shelby sighed. "Rachel wanted a mom because she thought she was supposed to want a mom. Jesse put it in her head, made her think she'd be complete if she had one. But that's not so. Rachel doesn't need me. She doesn't need a mom and I could never be her mom. Not now."
Quinn frowned. "Well, Beth doesn't need two."
"What do you need?" Shelby asked calmly, "I know I'd give anything to go back and see Rachel grow up."
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that I know how you feel and I know how Rachel feels. My mom died when I was a baby. My dad was quick to get remarried and I was quick to be forgotten... We all need someone in our lives who we know isn't going to leave us."
"I don't think anything is that simple."
"Maybe not. But it's better to be open to love and lose a few people than to be guarded all your life and never have anyone at all." Beth's eyes fell closed and her mouth hung open as she drifted to sleep. "Do you want to hold her?"
Quinn clenched her jaw and nodded. She walked forward with open arms and Shelby handed Beth to her. She was lighter than Quinn had imagined and impossibly small. The tips of her nose and ears were pink and her eyelids had a tinge of blue running through them. Quinn just held her for a moment and smelled her mild baby scent.
"There's something I've been meaning to ask you," said Quinn, tucking her chin over Beth's head and squeezing the baby tighter.
"Yes?"
"Sometimes I get this... pang. And when it happens, I think of Beth. I asked my own mother about it and she said that it's a feeling a mother gets when her child does magic, but... how can Beth be doing magic? She's too young."
Shelby pursed her lips and folded her arms over her purple cardigan. "Beth is more powerful than I ever imagined, Quinn. It's... remarkable. She doesn't mean to do it most of the time. It's like an instinct. Little things like summoning a pacifier or accidents like turning her eyes from green to brown..."
Quinn looked down at the baby girl in her arms. So much power in something so small. It was frightening.
"I'm thinking of moving back to Lima," said Shelby.
Quinn looked back up, her heart racing. "...What? Really?"
"It was just a thought. Maybe I could start teaching again. I think it's important for Beth to know you can't just run away from your problems. I think it's important for her to... be near the source of her power."
Quinn smiled, her heart welling up as she wrapped her arms tighter around the infant and felt her soft hair brush against her chin. "What would happen...?" she asked, not sure how to phrase what she meant to ask.
"I want you to be in her life, Quinn. I want you to know her."
xxx
Puck skipped down the creaking wooden stairs to his basement with a knife in one hand to greet the two boys who were already down there. Kurt had an arm around Blaine and a hand hanging from his shoulder and both of them had their shoulders drooped as they stared at wall of steel bars that separated a large portion of the basement.
"Don't look so down," Puck tried to smile, "It's only three nights a month and now I won't be so bored and lonely when I wolf out."
Blaine nodded and tried to give Puck a smile. "Thank you for this. I don't know what I would have done."
"No problem," Puck shook his head, "I know how scary it is. I just wish someone would have been there to tell me some of the important stuff, like this. Hummel, will you do the honor?"
Puck handed Kurt the knife and Kurt pressed the sharp blade to the palm of his hand, slicing against it and drawing blood.
"Kurt, what are you doing?!" Blaine gasped.
"Puck wants to show you something," Kurt said with certainty and winced as he held his bloody hand out for Puck to take.
Puck held Kurt's hand in his for a moment with concentration written on his face. When he let go, Kurt picked up a rag off of the surface of the dryer and wiped the blood from his palm to reveal pink, unbroken skin.
"I-I don't understand," Blaine stammered.
"It's a werewolf thing," Puck shrugged, "Sure, we're dangerous and destructive and we'll kill anything in our way, but guess what else? We're also healers. We're invaluable."
Blaine bit his bottom lip to try and stop his eyes welling with tears.
"I'll give you two a minute," Puck bowed his head and trotted back upstairs.
Kurt put a gentle hand on Blaine's back. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm sorry, I just... This is all so strange. It's just nice to know something good came out of it."
"Two goods things."
"What?" Blaine sniffed.
Kurt planted a kiss on Blaine's lips and pulled back. "Werewolves are immune to magic. That includes mind reading."
Blaine put a hand on the back of Kurt's neck and kissed him back more fervently. "I love you," he mumbled against Kurt's mouth.
Kurt widened his eyes, surprised, and pulled back from the kiss. "I-I love you, too. And I'm sorry how all that ended last night. With me shooting you."
"That's okay. I almost ate you."
"It's fine. I just wish you would have told me."
"I didn't know what to say. It's not everyday you find out you're a werewolf. I mean, these were things I'd studied, for fun. I knew sketching in graveyards at night was dangerous, yeah, but I didn't think this would happen."
"Well, no more sketching in graveyards when you're not accompanied by a slayer. It's kind of my motto."
Blaine smiled and nodded. "Agreed," he sighed and squeezed Kurt's hand, looking contemplative, "A werewolf in love."
Up next: Hormonal teenagers and a love spell gone wrong. Not a good combo.