A/N: This one got a little weird.

AU!Klaine!

Rating: PG

Blaine Anderson was eight when he wandered into the woods by himself and got hopelessly lost.

It was a full moon, and Kurt had already Turned – his golden brown fur glimmering in the moonlight. He was hunting – his family wasn't cursed with the mutilated gene, so he was all alone.

But he was happy as a rogue. No Alpha to tell him what to do – at least while he was a wolf. He was about to pounce on a rabbit when he heard sobbing.

Immediately, he could smell that it was Blaine – the two of them had met at school two years ago and were fast friends.

Kurt – still a puppy with stocky legs and a stumpy body – bounded in the general direction, sniffing his best friend out.

Blaine sat under a tree – head in his hands as he cried.

Kurt let out a soft yip of warning before crash-tackling Blaine, licking his tears eagerly. He didn't think he was allowed to do this. He was a wolf, and he knew Blaine as a human. But Blaine was sad, and how in the world could he let his sad friend go on without being comforted.

Blaine let out a short cry of alarm, knocked over by the small wolf.

"What are you…?" Blaine cried, surprised.

Kurt just barked happily. Even at eight years old, he knew better than to reveal himself as a Were.

He had lead Blaine home that night, before disappearing back into the woods.

After that, it became a regular thing. Every full moon – even some night between, Kurt – in his wolf form – would meet up with Blaine.

Now, as an eighteen year old, Kurt knew he could never tell Blaine - but being a wolf wasn't normal – so most of the rational thought that came with logic was out of the question. Kurt was conflicted…and he knew he would have to tell him some day.

Plus, when a wolf pack destroyed half the town, well…things weren't easy to hide. Fourteen people were killed, and that full moon, Blaine didn't go into the woods. In fact, he even seemed distant at school.

Kurt knew they weren't other Were's. His nose was keen, and he was quite worldly – they were just regular wolves.

It was the full moon when Blaine found him – a week after the attack – in the woods, ripping up a rabbit.

Blaine stood on a fallen log, a gun in his hand with his eyes blazing. Kurt knew he was there – he could smell every emotion that radiated off him.

And Kurt was fucking terrified.

He remained where he was, cautiously turning his head to look at Blaine.

"Get out of here." The boy spat, lifting the gun and pointing it at him.

Kurt whined low in his throat. He and Blaine had been friends for almost twelve years.

And now, Blaine was pointing a gun at him.

But it wasn't Blaine's fault.

He didn't know.

Kurt stared up at him, amber eyes pleading at him to just turn around and walk away.

"I don't want to shoot you." Blaine said through grit teeth. "But the town will if they find you. So please…just…get out."

Kurt paused. So Blaine didn't think it was him…

He nodded his head at Blaine – not caring if wolves didn't do that, and gave a short bark at him before turning and sprinting away.

Blaine chased him – followed him through the woods. He yelled and screamed – probably tryig to frighten him.

Kurt stopped dead at the forest border, and Blaine caught up a few moments later.

"Go." Blaine pleaded, and Kurt whined, sinking to the ground. "Please."

He stepped forward and sat, legs crossed with his head in his hands. Kurt tentatively shuffled forward, nudging Blaine's leg with his muzzle, and the other boy sighed.

"I'm sorry…but I don't want you dead."

Kurt whined. He wanted to Turn so badly…but he couldn't…how would Blaine react?

"You're one of my best friends." Blaine continued. "I…I don't know what would've happened if I hadn't had you or Kurt." He blinked. "Do you…remember…the day we met? I didn't…I wasn't lost. I had run away. But then you were there…and you wanted me to go home."

Kurt lifted his head, listening to Blaine with surprise.

"I…I've always thought of you as my guardian angel…"

Kurt sat up, snuffling, and Blaine chuckled, digging his fingers into the soft fur of Kurt's chest.

He could Turn.

He should.

Should he?

He waited too long, and Blaine stood up with a sigh. "Come on. Go."

He turned, and Kurt panicked, letting out and short bark and Turning.

Blaine turned to see the wolf turn into Kurt, and he dropped his gun in surprise.

Kurt closed his eyes, staring up at Blaine sheepishly.

"Hi?"

A/N: It probably won't get a sequel. I was just playing around with some ideas.