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works/4596912.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Blaine_Anderson/Kurt_Hummel
  Character:
      Blaine_Anderson, Kurt_Hummel, Burt_Hummel
  Additional Tags:
      Mpreg, Lactation_Kink, Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Dubious_Consent, Nipple
      Play, Mating_Cycles/In_Heat, Alternate_Universe_-_Werewolf
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-05-27 Words: 29419
****** Give Me a Part of You ******
by slightestwind
Summary
     Blaine has always had an innocent fascination with Kurt’s nipples,
     even before they started courting. But when they meet again as
     teenagers, his obsession plays into Kurt's omega instincts until
     mating and starting a family together is something they both
     desperately want.
Notes
     Written for a_prompt_on_the_glee-kink-meme.
See the end of the work for more notes
Kurt doesn’t remember how old he was when it started, but he knows they were
young enough that Blaine still had his baby fur, soft and curly and perfect for
pouncing and nuzzling and snuggling up to sleep with. It was better for young
wolves to play together when they transformed, get used to pack scents and wolf
interactions and run out their energy together. There were dozens of times that
Kurt would wake up in a bundle of blankets in the den, curled up naked with
Blaine’s chin on top of his head or Blaine’s nose pressed to his stomach.
What Kurt remembers most, though, is the last time before their parents stopped
letting them play together. It had been a long day and Kurt didn’t want to wake
up, clinging to sleep, snuggled up in the blankets with a warm, heavy weight
curled up in front of him. There was something pushing at his belly, though,
and Kurt jolted awake when he felt a mouth latch onto his chest and suck.

Blaine’s hand was curled into a fist, pushing gently at Kurt’s belly as if he
was kneading it, and his head was nestled under Kurt’s chin, his mouth open
over Kurt’s nipple. He was sucking, drawing the tiny pink nipple past his lips
and making soft noises around it, noises Kurt knew from when they were babies,
nursing from their moms. Wolves didn’t get weaned until a little later after
human babies because of the kind of nutrients they needed as werewolves, but
both Kurt and Blaine were too old for that now. And Kurt wasn’t Blaine’s mom,
anyway. The sucking was getting harder but Kurt was just a pup and had no milk
to give.

“Blaine,” Kurt mumbled softly, pushing at Blaine’s shoulder, but Blaine just
held on tighter, mouth dropping down to the other nipple like he was going to
find milk there. “Blaine, no.”

“Hungry,” Blaine whined, opening his hand from a fist and rubbing his fingers
at Kurt’s chest like that would make the milk come. He still had his eyes
closed, and Kurt thought maybe Blaine was still dreaming. They hadn’t had
anything to eat before they went running and weren’t allowed to kill yet as
pups, but if they woke up Blaine’s mom would surely fix them something.

Blaine was still sucking eagerly at Kurt when his mom came in to check on them.
When he asked about going to see Blaine the next day and Kurt’s mom told him he
wasn’t allowed anymore, Kurt cried until his mom grabbed at the scruff of his
neck and held him like she used to when he was a baby.

He didn’t see Blaine again until they started middle school together. They were
in separate classes, and their parents still refused to let them spend time
together after school (Kurt’s mom tried to explain to him that it was unhealthy
for a sub and an alpha to have such a close bond as they got older but before
they were old enough to court, anyway, Blaine’s weird obsession with Kurt
aside. It didn’t make any sense to Kurt, but he still wasn’t allowed to see
Blaine), but sometimes when they were outside for recess after lunch, Blaine
would find Kurt and grab him, leading him over to a group of trees that hid
them from everyone else.

Kurt never said no. He liked spending time with Blaine, liked the way he
smelled and the attention he paid to Kurt, and being a sub (even one who hadn’t
matured yet) meant Kurt’s instincts had him wanting to obey the alpha in Blaine
anyway. 

And so that’s how Kurt would sometimes find himself with his back pressed up
against a tree, his hands braced on Blaine’s shoulders as Blaine shoved Kurt’s
shirt up to his chest and used his fingers to rub over Kurt’s nipples, getting
them stiff before leaning in and sucking. 

Sometimes Kurt would just lean his head back into the tree and try not to laugh
when it tickled, waiting for Blaine to finish. Sometimes Blaine preferred to do
it while they were sitting down so Kurt could rub his hand over Blaine’s back
as Blaine leaned his cheek into Kurt’s side and suckled, making small, content
noises and not stopping until the bell rang, and Kurt’s nipples were warm and
red and sore.

Blaine always told Kurt how good he was, how pretty he looked. The praise made
Kurt happy, and even though he didn’t understand why Blaine did it, Kurt didn’t
feel bad when Blaine found him at recess and dragged him away. Sometimes, too,
he would barely even suck, spending most of his time rolling his thumb over
Kurt’s nipple or licking it instead, letting his tongue play with it. Kurt
usually did laugh then, and Blaine always gave him the warmest smiles, talking
about being together one day and Kurt having their pups, but Kurt didn’t pay
much attention to that.

They didn’t see each other more than a few times in junior high, and in a weird
way Kurt missed the way Blaine would sneak him away and pay attention to him,
even missed the wet, tugging pressure on his nipples. Kurt had other friends,
and even a few alphas that took interest in him, but they never stuck around
long. They could sense Kurt’s attentions lied with someone else, even if Kurt
would blush and deny it.

In truth, though, Kurt knew what had happened. Blaine had marked Kurt as his
early, early on, and Kurt couldn’t shake the feeling that submitting to anyone
else was wrong, even if they carried the pack scent.

And then Blaine transferred to Kurt’s school in Kurt’s junior year, and
everything changed.


-


Kurt was at his locker when something grabbed at his waist and spun him around,
and Kurt’s arm flailed out, trying to defend himself. He heard laughing,
though, and allowed himself to breathe in the scent, and his eyes went wide
when he realized who it was.

“Blaine?” Kurt asked, spinning around in Blaine’s arms, his mouth dropping open
a little at how handsome Blaine had grown. When they were young Blaine had a
big head of unruly curly hair and big, bright eyes, a little scrawny all around
for someone who was destined to be a pack leader, but now Blaine’s hair was
short and tame, his shoulders and arms as broad and strong as any other alpha.
His eyes were just as beautiful, though, and his scent hadn’t changed at all.
Kurt suddenly felt a little dizzy and leaned back into his locker when Blaine
leaned forward, ignoring any stares and nuzzling his nose into the crook of
Kurt’s neck to breathe in his scent.

“I could smell you all the way from the principal’s office,” Blaine rumbled
happily, his voice much deeper than Kurt remembered it. “Look how tall and
slender you’ve grown, Kurt,” Blaine said softly, pulling back and nuzzling his
cheek against Kurt’s, a familiar sign of greeting. Kurt started to blush and
squirmed out of Blaine’s arms, embarrassed by the stares even if it wasn’t
uncommon for wolves who knew each other to show affection in public.

“What are you doing here?” Kurt asked, biting his lip when he realized how rude
it sounded, but Blaine just flashed him an easy smile.

“I transferred. I told my parents I wasn’t going to find a mate at my old
school and they’re desperate for me to start courting soon, so they agreed to
let me come here. I didn’t tell them about the real reason, though,” Blaine
said, reaching down to take Kurt’s hand and stroke his thumb over the back of
Kurt’s fingers.

“What’s the real reason?”

“You.” Blaine leaned in and nipped lightly at the front of Kurt’s throat - not
nearly hard enough to mark him, but enough that Kurt’s breath hitched and
something deep inside him stirred, made him want to drop to his knees when
Blaine stared at him. Kurt let Blaine’s grip on his hand keep him upright.

“I’m glad you’re back,” Kurt said breathlessly, because he was, even if his
body was reacting in ways Kurt wasn’t giving it permission to. Blaine beamed
and drew Kurt in for a hug, wrapping his arms around Kurt and holding him
close. Kurt felt a kind of pang in his chest at the familiarity of it, Blaine’s
scent and his warmth, but there was so much unfamiliar too, like how strong
Blaine had gotten and the low pitch of his voice when he said, “I see you’ve
grown strong too,” nuzzling his face into Kurt’s neck once more and then
pulling back.

When Blaine left for class with a wave, it dimly occurred to Kurt that Blaine
had completely covered Kurt in his scent. Kurt felt that something stir inside
him again, and as he rushed to class, his mind was on anything but Physics.


-


Blaine made it clear from the start that he wanted to be close to Kurt again.
He sat by Kurt at lunch, asking him about everything that had happened to him
in high school so far and sitting close enough to make Kurt blush. Blaine’s
face darkened when Kurt mentioned boyfriends, but he brightened again when Kurt
said none of those relationships ever worked out. Blaine was equally pleased to
learn that Kurt had never even been kissed, though he made sure to keep calling
Kurt his good friend and nothing else.

If this was Blaine’s idea of courting, Kurt thought wryly, he didn’t seem to be
very good at it.

As the day went on they shared smiles when they passed each other in the hall
and Kurt discovered that he had English with Blaine, actually managing not to
blush when Blaine took the seat right next to Kurt and scooted their chairs
close, leaning in to whisper in Kurt’s ear at random intervals during the
class. Kurt wasn’t expecting it, though, when Blaine grabbed his wrist as Kurt
was leaving the classroom.

“Hey, do you mind if I show you something at my car really quick?” Blaine
asked, still smiling so warmly, and Kurt nodded, not even sure if he could
bring himself to say no to Blaine, his closest childhood friend and an alpha on
top of that. Blaine took Kurt’s hand without caring who saw (Kurt wondered
briefly if the bullies at school would think twice about giving him shit now
that he was close to an alpha - most of the bullies were betas or gammas
pretending to be tougher than they were) and they walked out to the parking lot
together, Blaine saying again how much he missed Kurt.

“It just felt weird not to have you around,” Blaine said softly when they got
to his car, and Kurt’s breath caught when Blaine pressed him up against it,
nuzzling into Kurt’s neck. “Your scent is like home to me, Kurt. I was around
so many other omegas who were perfectly willing to submit to me but I couldn’t
stop thinking about you, about how much I missed everything about you.” Blaine
dropped his gaze at that last part and Kurt turned his head, blushing harder
now, knowing where Blaine was looking.

“You know why those other alphas were never what I wanted,” Kurt said, turning
to look back at Blaine, and it wasn’t a question. Blaine’s eyes seemed to get
darker at that, in a hot and heavy way that made Kurt’s sub instincts - because
what else could it be, twisting up inside Kurt and telling him to show Blaine
his neck or drop to his knees? - kick in again.

“God, Kurt, of course I know,” Blaine said in a rush, and then he was fumbling
with his keys and opening the side door to his car, tugging at Kurt’s wrist
until Kurt understood and crawled into the back seat. Blaine followed him
quickly, and Kurt had no idea what he was doing but it was Blaine and he didn’t
have time to think rationally, to think about how it had been so long since
they’d seen each other and now he was just– just hopping into Blaine’s back
seat like he was desperate for it. Kurt felt weird to be doing this, more self-
conscious than he had all those times in grade school, but then Blaine was
nuzzling his face against Kurt’s throat and nothing else mattered but him.

“Can I see, Kurt?” Blaine asked hoarsely, eyes wide and bright and Kurt had no
reason not to trust him, to obey. It was almost comfortably familiar now,
seeing how eager Blaine was, knowing exactly what Blaine wanted. “It’s been so
long.”

“Okay,” Kurt said quietly, and he didn’t have to undo the buttons on his shirt
because Blaine was already working at them, pushing Kurt’s shirt open and
shoving his undershirt up to his armpits. It was happening so fast, and just as
suddenly it felt so much different than how Kurt remembered, felt charged and
secret and a little wrong, and Kurt closed his eyes when Blaine sucked in a
sharp breath and brought his thumb up so he could rub the calloused pad of it
over a nipple. Kurt knew they were hard, knew from the way the rest of his skin
was covered in goosebumps, but Blaine just kept staring, rubbing gently and
breathing loud and shaky in the quiet of the car.

“They got bigger,” Blaine said, voice a little awed, and Kurt laughed before he
could help it, the sound loud and sudden.

“I grew, Blaine. And so did you, I bet yours are bigger too,” Kurt said shyly.
Blaine had never asked Kurt to suck him in return, and Kurt had only seen him
shirtless in grade school a few times, but Kurt knew that it was probably
beneath an alpha to want something like that anyway. Kurt didn’t understand it
when he was young, but he knew now that mated subs had babies, and alphas
watched over the family and the pack, protecting them. Kurt wasn’t allowed to
know the specifics of mating, but he did know he could potentially get
pregnant, that his chest would swell so he could nurse his young. Thinking
about it made a strange warm feeling unfurl in Kurt’s chest, the submissive
wolf deep inside him practically glowing at the idea.

“Not in the same way,” Blaine mumbled, and he looked up at Kurt’s face, eyes
searching. “Can I?”

He didn’t have to say it. They both knew what he meant. “Yes,” Kurt whispered,
feeling like he was giving Blaine permission to do so much more than what he
knew Blaine was going to do, and then Blaine was pushing Kurt back into the
seat, settling himself over Kurt’s lap so he could drop his head down and suck.

Kurt gasped, fingers curling around Blaine’s shoulders and holding tightly
because Blaine was sucking hard, like he was expecting to actually get milk
this time. It was almost too much - too much sensation for Kurt’s suddenly
sensitive nipples, which hadn’t felt like this the few times Kurt had lied in
bed and touched them himself, wishing it was Blaine instead, trying to recall
that feeling of comfort that Blaine sucking at his nipples when they were pups
brought him. 

Kurt whined and Blaine eventually eased up, but he didn’t move his mouth away,
just suckling gentler and reaching up to rub over Kurt’s other nipple. Kurt
could feel a kind of heated buzz under his skin at the attention, something
entirely new though not unwelcome, but it also made Kurt feel embarrassed, made
him want to hide when he realized his cock was starting to stir at the
attention too. He was just so sensitive in ways he had never been before and
Blaine was making happy little groans against Kurt’s skin, his tongue hot when
he pulled back to lick over the now swollen nipple.

“You’re perfect,” Blaine breathed out reverently, nuzzling at Kurt’s flushed
chest. “You taste just like I remember, and there’s more– more to put my mouth
on now.” Blaine looked up at Kurt at Kurt shivered at the intensity of Blaine’s
gaze, the heat behind it. It made Kurt’s stomach swoop. “Did you miss it too,
Kurt?”

“Yes,” Kurt said, and it wasn’t a lie. Having Blaine in his lap like this made
Kurt nervous and happy at the same time. They weren’t little boys anymore and
Blaine had never looked at him like this, made Kurt want to submit so
willingly, but Kurt couldn’t stop the way his body was enjoying it.

“You’re so beautiful,” Blaine said with another nuzzle at Kurt’s chest, and
Kurt had never seen Blaine quite so affectionate and clingy. It made him look
younger, look less in control. “I can’t wait to make you my mate, Kurt. Can’t
wait to mount and breed you and then you’ll be all filled with milk here–”
Blaine gave Kurt’s other nipple a pointed lick, “–and you’ll take care of me
and our pups, let me suck and taste you too.”

Kurt only understood some of what Blaine said but the intention was clear, and
Kurt felt a hot flush all the way down his neck, squirming when Blaine finally
gave a little sigh and drew Kurt’s ignored nipple past his lips, sucking at the
rosy bud like he had done for the other one.

Kurt splayed his hands out over Blaine’s back and held him close as Blaine
suckled, thinking about what he said. Did Blaine really mean to make Kurt his
mate, then? Would Kurt one day have a belly big with their baby and the chest
to nurse the pup with? It was hard for Kurt to picture himself like that right
now, picture waking up big and pregnant and swollen with Blaine at his side.
But oh, Kurt’s sub wolf instincts wanted it desperately, rumbling and keening
inside at the idea of Blaine claiming and breeding him.

“Yes, yes,” Kurt said mindlessly, voice soft and high and hips shifting a
little when Blaine started to suck harder, but just as quickly Blaine was
pulling away, lips leaving Kurt’s nipple sore and flushed dark with a wet
sucking noise.

“You should probably get going before your dad suspects something,” Blaine said
with a sigh, staring down at Kurt’s chest as he spoke as if admiring his
handiwork. “Maybe– maybe during our free period we can sneak away to see each
other,” he added, eyes wide and bright, and Kurt nodded dumbly, letting Blaine
tug his undershirt back down and then slowly button his shirt back up for him.
Kurt knew his nipples were still obviously hard to anyone who looked, stiff and
sore and straining under his clothes, but he didn’t really care. It was more
than worth the attention Blaine paid to him and the way Blaine’s mouth made a
new and exciting heat stir in Kurt’s belly.

Blaine gave Kurt’s chest one last lingering look and moved off of Kurt, pushing
the car door open and holding out his hand to help Kurt out. Kurt stumbled a
little but Blaine was right there to catch him, wrapping his arms around Kurt
and pressing a kiss to his temple before nuzzling warmly back against his
cheek.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Kurt.”

“You too,” Kurt said softly, and when he walked back to his car he could still
feel the phantom ache in his nipples from Blaine’s mouth, something he didn’t
remember ever feeling when they were younger. 


-


Kurt woke up an hour earlier than he usually did to get ready, his mind still
buzzing with thoughts of Blaine. It was hard to fight the temptation to touch
himself last night, unable to stop thinking about Blaine and his mouth and the
things he told Kurt. But if Blaine really was going to court him, that meant
Kurt was his, and he didn’t want to come unless he was doing it for Blaine,
with him. You were allowed to masturbate no matter what your pack status, sure,
but Kurt liked the way Blaine’s authority made him feel, the way it made his
wolf practically purr inside. Jerking off now with the real thing so close
would feel like cheating.

Stepping out of the shower, though, Kurt almost gave in when his stomach
twisted up tight at the sight of his bare chest in the mirror, his nipples
still so red and already hard from the cool bathroom air. Blaine didn’t even
suck on them for that long the previous afternoon, but his nipples were still
sore to touch, and Kurt felt a new but definitely pleasant kind of heat throb
low in his belly as he rubbed his fingers over a nipple, closing his eyes and
picturing Blaine’s fingers instead.

“Kurt? You already up?” Kurt’s dad yelled from the hallway, and Kurt almost
jumped, quickly grabbing his towel and finishing drying off. He had gotten up
early so he could spend more time getting dressed and fixing his hair, hoping
to impress Blaine, or at least get his attention. Kurt had never had anyone to
look nice for before.

After some consideration, Kurt finally settled on a button-up shirt that wasn’t
as sheer as the ones Kurt normally wore, but still thin enough that Kurt was
blushing as he did it up without putting on a white tank-top or t-shirt
underneath it like he usually did. He decided against the scarf he wanted to
tie around his neck after remembering how much Blaine liked pressing his face
there (Kurt felt his stomach flip at the thought) and went with his high-
waisted black pants with the corset backing near the top. The only thing that
stopped him from spending the rest of his morning thinking about Blaine undoing
the laces on Kurt’s pants was Kurt’s dad knocking softly on his door before
coming in while Kurt was still styling his hair.

“You got up early today, kiddo,” Burt said warmly, leaning in Kurt’s door-frame
and sipping his coffee. “Anything special going on?”

“What? No!” Kurt said a little too quickly, his mind immediately going to the
back of Blaine’s car. “Why do you ask?”

“You just seemed in an awful good mood yesterday when you got home, and now
you’re all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.”

“That joke’s still not funny,” Kurt said, rolling his eyes fondly.
“Everything’s fine, I just decided to leave early so I could pick up some
coffee on the way to school. It’s going to be a long day.”

“Yeah?” Burt asked. “You got plans?”

“No,” Kurt said, willing himself not to flush. He didn’t have plans, per se,
but he also didn’t know if Blaine was going to want to– whatever it was one
called what they were doing. “Just a paper to write. I might stay a little late
after school today, no one ever uses the library and it’s easier to focus
there.” He felt guilty for lying to his dad, especially when Burt stepped into
his room and gave him a one-armed hug, squeezing him close.

“Okay, buddy. Call and let me know if you’re going to be out past dinner time.”
Burt was protective, probably more than most dads, but Kurt knew it came from a
place of caring. After Kurt’s mom died they had to look out for each other, and
Kurt was all Burt had left. As long as Kurt wasn’t getting lectures about how
careful he had to be around alphas, as an unmated omega, he didn’t mind
checking in with his dad every night.

“I will,” Kurt assured him, nuzzling his nose at Burt’s jaw. It was a childish
habit, one he knew he should have grown out of by now, but Burt just smiled and
went to ruffle his hair, laughing when Kurt dodged him. “Still too slow,” Kurt
said with a grin, grabbing his bag and ducking under Burt’s arm and down the
hall.


-


Kurt pretended to be busy at his locker when he got to school - shuffling back
and forth and organizing his text books alphabetically - until two minutes
before the bell rang and he couldn’t stall anymore. He had really hoped Blaine
would stop by in the morning, but he also knew Blaine had a longer drive, so
maybe he went straight to class after he arrived.

Kurt tried not to feel disappointment, but when he didn’t see Blaine in the
hall between his first two classes, he started to give up hope. What if Blaine
decided yesterday afternoon that Kurt wasn’t worth transferring for? What if he
was doing all he could to never have to see Kurt again? They were ridiculous
thoughts, but Kurt couldn’t help feeling like it was his fault. He only got
more worried when lunch passed without a hint of Blaine, and by the time
English rolled around Kurt had miserably convinced himself that Blaine had
left, never to be seen again. He was sulking in his desk when the bell rang,
and he managed to look up just in time to see Blaine come rushing through the
doorway, crashing into his seat just as the bell stopped ringing. Mrs. Hagberg
glared at him, but Blaine just gave her his best charming smile before scooting
his desk over and turning to Kurt.

“Hi,” Blaine said breathlessly, smiling at him.

“H-hi,” Kurt said, instantly embarrassed at the way his voice cracked on the
word. “I didn’t see you today.”

“I was busy,” Blaine said with a shrug as Mrs. Hagberg started calling roll.
Kurt nodded and tried his best not to look disappointed. It wasn’t like Blaine
was actually courting him, anyway. Maybe Blaine hadn’t even meant those things
he said in the backseat of his car - maybe it was just something people said in
the heat of the moment, and Kurt was being naive. 

Kurt was so busy wrapped up in his head, feeling foolish and embarrassed for
assuming things, that it took him a minute or two before he felt Blaine’s gaze
on him. Kurt lifted his chin and then felt heat start to rise into his face
when he saw where Blaine was looking. He was staring at Kurt’s chest, his eyes
focused intently on the press of Kurt’s nipples against his shirt, and his lips
parted slightly to let out the heavy, slow breaths he was taking.

“Blaine?” Kurt asked quietly, still red but unable to resist, wanting to know.
“Blaine, are–”

“Shh,” Blaine said, his voice low, making Kurt’s stomach twist up hot and
nervous. “Just–” Blaine didn’t finish, licking his lips in a slow and–
well, dirty way that had to be deliberate. He inched his hand forward and Kurt
shivered, willing his eyes to stay open as Blaine brushed the side of his thumb
over Kurt’s left nipple under the guise of reaching for a pencil. Kurt let out
a shaky breath, swaying toward Blaine, but then Mrs. Hagberg cleared her throat
and started to talk and Blaine blinked and jerked his hand back, sitting up
straight and stiff in his seat and focusing his eyes on the front of the room.

Blaine bolted out of his seat the minute the bell rang and hurried out the
door, and Kurt tried not to sigh in frustration as he gathered up his books,
even more confused than before.


-


He didn’t see Blaine again until the end of the day, and that was after hanging
around his locker for a few minutes longer than he usually would until Blaine
finally rounded the corner.

“Hi,” Blaine said. “I didn’t know if you’d still be here.”

“I am,” Kurt said, trying to come off aloof and failing miserably as his sub
instincts started to perk up, recognizing Blaine’s scent. “You left so quickly
after class–”

“Kurt,” Blaine interrupted, bringing his hand up and resting it against the
locker, effectively pinning Kurt there. Kurt’s stomach twisted up tight when
Blaine leaned in, burying his nose in the crook of Kurt’s neck and breathing
deep. Kurt almost whimpered but he couldn’t help it - he didn’t know what he
would do without Blaine’s presence, if Blaine decided not to court him. Blaine
was the only one who ever felt right, and the only one Kurt’s wolf ever stirred
inside for.

Kurt was so focused on the warmth of Blaine’s breath over his skin that he
almost missed it when Blaine whispered, “Kurt, I am so sorry for yesterday.”

Kurt slowly turned his head because he didn’t want to hear it, didn’t want the
rejection to happen at all, but Blaine continued.

“I was… an idiot, honestly. I was thinking with my wolf and not my brain, and I
didn’t even consider how intense things must be for you.” Blaine paused and
Kurt felt a finger under his chin, gently tilting his face up until Kurt met
Blaine’s warm gaze. “I’m sorry for pushing, Kurt. I just don’t know how
to be around you, when the very smell of you makes my wolf go crazy with
wanting to take and mate and claim–” Blaine cut himself off, and Kurt raised
his eyebrows when he saw the pink in Blaine’s cheeks. “But, if you’ll have me.
I still very much want you to be my mate.”

Kurt’s breath hitched, an automatic response, and he leaned back into the
lockers and stared into Blaine’s warm, honest eyes and finally remembered to
say, “Yes. I mean. That’s okay with me.”

Blaine’s face broke out into a bright smile, and he let his arm fall down to
his side so he could slide it around Kurt’s waist and pull Kurt forward,
hugging him close, his nose pressed against Kurt’s shoulder. “I was hoping
you’d say yes.”

Kurt didn’t want to point out that really, with his wolf practically rolling
around in contentment, he wasn’t sure if he could say no. Instead he let Blaine
hug him tight, let his wolf stir at the smell and heat of Blaine so close and
the low rumble of his voice when he said, “I need to get home, we have a pack
meeting in a few hours. But I’ll see you tomorrow?” Blaine pulled back just
enough to see Kurt’s face and dropped his hand to the front of Kurt’s shirt,
letting his thumb brush slowly over the shape of a nipple through the material.
Kurt shivered at the sensation of fabric sliding over sensitive skin, his eyes
sliding shut, and it wasn’t until Blaine pressed in harder and Kurt’s hips
jerked forward of their own accord that Kurt remembered he was supposed to be
answering Blaine again.

“Tomorrow,” Kurt said, voice high and breathy, and Blaine flashed him another
smile before dropping his hand and darting in to nuzzle his cheek against
Kurt’s, the familiar greeting sending heat prickling down Kurt’s spine in a way
that was not unwelcome. When Blaine turned around to leave Kurt let out a shaky
breath and couldn’t resist reaching up to press his thumb over his own nipple
through his shirt, more prickly heat pooling low in Kurt’s belly, and it was
new and a little scary and allowed, because Kurt had a boyfriend now. Kurt was
being courted. His dad wasn’t going to stop asking questions as soon as Kurt
walked in the house with a goofy smile on his face, but right now Kurt didn’t
particularly care. 


-


Kurt was practically bouncing in the kitchen chair he was sitting in as he
waited for Blaine to come pick him up. Blaine said he wanted to get coffee
before school, so Kurt let him know when his dad left so Blaine could stop by
without any prying questions. Their parents were going to find out eventually,
but Blaine and Kurt agreed to prolong it as much as they could. Kurt figured
that Blaine liked having another secret, anyway - Kurt always thought Blaine
enjoyed the sneaking away when they were younger as much as he enjoyed the act
of sucking Kurt itself.

Kurt’s face was still warm from the memory of Blaine’s mouth when he finally
arrived, pulling Kurt close as soon as Kurt opened the door.

“Hi,” Kurt said softly, and Blaine smiled, big enough that Kurt could feel it
against his cheek, and repeated the greeting.

When Blaine didn’t pull back right away, Kurt let himself relax into Blaine’s
strong arms, feeling the familiar ease that came with wanting to submit as soon
as he was near Blaine wash over him. He tilted his head to the side as Blaine
nuzzled into his neck, scenting him, his warm lips dragging over sensitive
skin.

“You smell so good in the morning, Kurt,” Blaine breathed, hugging Kurt
tighter, opening his mouth over Kurt’s pulse point and sucking lightly. Kurt’s
breath hitched and he curled his fingers into the back of Blaine’s coat,
feeling his knees start to go weak as Blaine kept sucking. Kurt’s wolf was
starting to stir - he could feel the extra warmth flooding into his stomach,
the low hum in his body that made him want to drop to all fours for Blaine. It
had to be Blaine’s mouth on Kurt’s neck, but Kurt couldn’t bring himself to ask
Blaine to stop. It felt good, felt like Blaine was marking him on purpose with
his mouth worrying at such a vulnerable spot on Kurt’s body, and it was only
when Kurt started to whimper that Blaine pulled back, nuzzling his nose up
under Kurt’s chin once more before grabbing his hand and leading Kurt to his
car.

“Don’t worry, this place is close to school and usually not that crowded,”
Blaine said after they left Kurt’s house, and Kurt nodded, adjusting his bag on
his lap. Just a glance in the rear-view mirror showed Kurt that there was a red
mark blooming on his pale neck, where Blaine had sucked over the skin just
minutes earlier, and Kurt’s breath hitched at the sight. Kurt was surprised to
find that he liked the idea of being marked by Blaine, even if the mark was
already fading.

“It sounds nice,” Kurt said when Blaine stopped for a light, sucking mindlessly
at his bottom lip, and he felt the heat creep up into his cheeks when he
realized Blaine was staring at his mouth, his eyes eventually trailing up to
Kurt’s neck as well. “Um, maybe–”

“I want to see you during our free period today. Is that okay? I know–” Blaine
cut himself off, sparing a quick glance at Kurt before focusing his eyes back
on the road. His voice was rough, and Kurt wondered if seeing the mark affected
Blaine too. “I don’t want to rush you. But I’d really like to see you.”

“That sounds fine,” Kurt said, cheeks still flushed warm. 

Blaine’s face relaxed into a smile that made him look even more handsome than
usual. “Good. That’s great. I’ll come get you by your locker, okay? I think I
found some place in school where we won’t get, ah, interrupted,” Blaine said
carefully, and Kurt knew exactly what he meant, his stomach already twisting up
tight at the thought.

“Okay, here we are,” Blaine said a few minutes later, pulling into a coffee
shop called The Lima Bean that Kurt had passed by before but never been to. “I
love this place.”

“Do you come here a lot?” Kurt asked, fiddling with his thumbs as Blaine walked
around the front of the car and opened Kurt’s door for him.

“Kind of, yeah,” Blaine said, offering Kurt his hand to help him out of the
car. He kept Kurt close as they walked toward the door, his hand warm and wide
at the small of Kurt’s back, and Kurt shivered happily at the small gesture of
possessiveness.

“Do you– do you take other people here?” Kurt asked when the thought occurred
to him, suddenly nervous. He didn’t want to read too much into things in case
this was just somewhere Blaine went with friends, but Blaine stopped just short
of the door, turning to face Kurt.

“Not like this,” he said softly, stepping closer and nosing at Kurt’s
cheekbone. “I told you, Kurt. It’s just you. It’s always just been you.”

“Oh,” Kurt said, flushing happily and smiling at Blaine while his wolf just
sort of purred inside, obviously pleased by the information. “Good.”

“Now come on,” Blaine said, stepping back and holding the door open. “What kind
of coffee do you like?”

“Non-fat mochas,” Kurt said, smiling softly to himself when Blaine continued to
keep him close, his hand staying steady on the small of Kurt’s back, even with
all the people around them. Kurt started to get a little nervous as they got
closer and closer to the counter. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to order,
or if he should pay for himself, or if–

“Hi,” Blaine said, smiling at the barista with his usual easy charm. “I’ll have
a medium drip and some biscotti, and he’ll have a medium non-fat mocha and a
cheese danish, right?” Blaine asked, turning to smile reassuringly at him. Kurt
nodded, snuggling closer to Blaine’s side as they stepped off to the side to
wait for their order.


-


Compared to earlier that morning, Kurt was a nervous wreck. He’d been anxious
and excited at school all day, ever since Blaine had dropped him off at his
locker and nuzzled under his ear, promising to see him later. Blaine had cupped
Kurt’s face with one hand, almost like he was about to lean in and kiss him,
but instead he just brushed his thumb over Kurt’s soft lips, his eyes flashing
dark when Kurt’s instincts had him dropping his mouth open and sucking Blaine’s
thumb in. Blaine still tasted like the bits of danish he had fed Kurt back at
The Lima Bean, still smelled like coffee and alpha and Blaine, and Kurt closed
his eyes and let his submissive instincts take over, suckling a little longer
until Blaine finally dropped his hand, breathing heavier when he leaned in to
kiss Kurt’s cheek goodbye.

Kurt had been clinging to the memory all day, though still trying his best to
focus in class and not let his mind wander too far to what they were going to
do later, but sitting next to Blaine at lunch was almost torture. Their free
period was right after lunch and Kurt’s stomach was in knots, making it hard
for him to eat more than a few bites. Blaine eventually noticed and put his arm
low around Kurt’s waist, whispering in his ear that Kurt needed to keep his
energy up, that he needed to stay healthy and strong. Kurt was almost
embarrassed by the gentle command but he ate more anyway, flushing at the way
Blaine praised him toward the end of lunch.

“C'mon,” Blaine said as they packed up their things. “We only have an hour and
I don’t want to waste any time.” He winked at Kurt and just like that, Kurt’s
stomach was twisting up with nerves again, his palm sweaty when Blaine grabbed
his hand. If Blaine noticed or minded, he didn’t say anything about it, and
Kurt was at least grateful for that.

Blaine led them to an empty classroom that Kurt didn’t remember ever taking a
class in before - there were planets hanging from the ceiling and most of the
desks were covered in dust. Blaine shut the door, setting a chair up under the
handle and leading Kurt back by a long table that was pushed up against the
wall.

“The chair is just in case,” Blaine assured him as he helped Kurt hop up on the
table, sitting with his legs hanging off the edge. “But I’ve asked around and
this room isn’t used for classes anymore, so we should have plenty of privacy.”

Kurt nodded, trusting what Blaine said was true. He knew that it was part of an
alpha’s job to look out for their mate, and he had faith that Blaine would
never humiliate or scare him. Kurt tried to use that thought to put himself at
ease, but when Blaine stepped forward so he was standing between Kurt’s open
legs, he slowly slid his hands up Kurt’s forearms, frowning.

“You’re shaking,” Blaine said quietly, reaching forward to wrap his arms around
Kurt, pressing his nose to Kurt’s shoulder. He felt warm and solid and Kurt let
himself finally relax into Blaine’s arms, calmed by the steady movement of
Blaine’s chest as he breathed. Kurt felt much better but still shivered a
little when Blaine pressed a kiss over Kurt’s collarbone, just above the collar
of his shirt. Blaine pulled back and frowned again, asking Kurt if he was still
nervous, but Kurt just laughed.

“No, that was– that was a good shiver,” Kurt said, heat creeping back into his
face. Blaine smiled at Kurt knowingly, lifting one hand to cup the side of
Kurt’s face, and Kurt couldn’t help the way he leaned his cheek into the warm
touch of Blaine’s palm.

“Blaine,” Kurt breathed out softly, but Blaine just kept leaning forward, and
Kurt let his eyes flutter shut. He could tell the moment Blaine’s lips touched
his, because his wolf woke up inside, rolling around happily in Kurt’s mind and
sending warm shocks down his spine when Kurt let himself kiss back.

Kurt sucked in a shaky breath and Blaine kissed him harder, turning his head
and fitting their lips together in a different way, a way that had him sucking
over Kurt’s bottom lip and then nibbling at it carefully. Kurt moaned, unable
to keep back the sound low in his throat when Blaine let go of his lip and
pressed back in, kissing even harder, his fingers sinking into Kurt’s hair.
Kurt felt dizzy and warm and Blaine finally pulled back, panting, nosing up
under Kurt’s ear.

“It makes me so happy to know I’m your first, Kurt,” Blaine rumbled, and Kurt
bit back a whine as Blaine started to undo the buttons of his shirt. Things
were going so fast, but Kurt reminded himself that Blaine was just going to
suck at his nipples, and they had done this hundreds of times before. He still
felt himself blushing when Blaine pushed his shirt all the way off, though, and
Kurt’s tongue swiped over his tingling lips as Blaine pushed at Kurt’s shoulder
until Kurt was leaning back against the cool wall. Blaine crawled up onto the
table next to him, still fully dressed, and Kurt had to bite at his lip so the
sharp burst of pain would keep him from sinking down all the way onto his back
or turning over and presenting himself to Blaine.

“They’re already hard for me,” Blaine said in a low voice, glancing down at
Kurt’s nipples where they were flushed a little darker already and drawn up
into tight peaks. “I know it’s only been a day, but I missed you. I missed
tasting you, too,” Blaine continued, dropping his head to nose at Kurt’s bare
shoulder, and Kurt mumbled, “I missed you too,” and shivered again, tilting his
head to the side, baring his neck for Blaine. It was instinctual and Kurt
didn’t fully realize what he was doing until Blaine kissed at the side of
Kurt’s neck, lips trailing over to the front of Kurt’s throat. “God, every time
you do that, I just want to claim you,” Blaine groaned, straddling one of
Kurt’s thighs and breathing deep with his nose tucked into the crook of Kurt’s
neck.

Kurt didn’t ask what exactly Blaine meant by that - claiming - but when he
licked his lips again he saw Blaine watching him, and Blaine finally dropped
his head to Kurt’s chest, closing his eyes and letting his thumb rub over a
stiff, pink nipple. Kurt shivered again and Blaine hummed, sliding his hand
down Kurt’s soft, pale stomach, his thumb rubbing briefly over the dip of
Kurt’s bellybutton. Kurt swallowed a gasp, caught between the way the light
touches tickled and the way they made Kurt feel so loose and submissive,
mesmerized by Blaine’s voice.

“You’re so gorgeous, Kurt. So beautiful and strong, and I know you’ll take such
good care of our pups.” Blaine slid his palm back up to Kurt’s chest and cupped
his hand around the skin surrounding Kurt’s nipple, his eyes dark and excited
when he stared up at Kurt. “Do you ever think about it? About our future,
about– about what you’ll be like after we mate and I breed you, when you’re
full and pregnant and all mine?”

“Sometimes,” Kurt admitted sheepishly, even though the submissive part of him
went weak just from Blaine’s words. It was almost too much, having Blaine pet
at Kurt’s stomach as he finally fit his lips over Kurt’s nipple and started to
suck, gently at first. Kurt almost sighed at the familiar tug from Blaine’s
mouth, warmth spreading slowly through his body and his toes curling up in his
shoes. “Oh, Blaine,” Kurt breathed, one hand coming to rest at Blaine’s back so
he could curl his fingers up tight in Blaine’s shirt, and Blaine started to
suck harder, then, lips drawing Kurt’s nipple up with wet noises that made Kurt
blush.

“I think about it all the time,” Blaine rasped, pulling his mouth away so he
could lean down and do the same for the other nipple, sucking hard enough for
Kurt to feel the pull and the way it made a hot ache settle low in his belly.
His nipples were starting to feel oversensitive again, hot and tight on his
chest, but he didn’t want Blaine to stop. He didn’t think his wolf would let
Blaine stop, at any rate, with the way Kurt could feel it pacing, eager and
willing for more.

Blaine pulled back again and Kurt whined before he could stop himself, turning
his head away when Blaine looked up at him, his eyes wide and dark. Blaine
lifted a hand and cupped Kurt’s cheek, turning Kurt’s head back until their
eyes met. “Are you okay? I keep forgetting–”

“No, I like it,” Kurt said quickly, face flushing hotter. “Please, Blaine, I–”

“I think about doing everything with you, Kurt,” Blaine said, fingertips
brushing through Kurt’s hair. “Just the thought of one day seeing you naked and
spread out and so submissive for me, ready to take whatever I give you… It
drives me crazy, makes it hard to think about anything else.” Blaine trailed
his hand down Kurt’s cheek until he had two fingers resting gently where Kurt’s
lips were just parted. “Do– do you want something to suck too?” Blaine asked in
a heated voice, and Kurt closed his eyes and nodded, remembering the dark look
in Blaine’s eyes earlier when Kurt had sucked at his thumb. He blinked his eyes
back open and kept them focused on Blaine, slowly opening his mouth as Blaine’s
fingers dipped inside. Blaine didn’t press them in very deep but Kurt still
automatically swallowed around them, moaning at the way Blaine tasted, the heat
of his fingers in Kurt’s mouth.

“God, Kurt, look at you,” Blaine groaned, and when Kurt forced his eyes open he
saw Blaine stare at him for a few more seconds before dropping his mouth back
down to Kurt’s nipple, still drawn up tight and tender as Blaine went back to
sucking at it. Kurt moaned around Blaine’s fingers at the feeling, that wet
pull that made Kurt ache, and he felt so hot like this, overwhelmed to be
sucking at Blaine while Blaine sucked at him. It wasn’t the same, not really,
but Blaine seemed affected by Kurt’s mouth anyway, closing his eyes and
grunting a little when he settled himself more heavily over Kurt’s thigh and
switched to the other nipple, sucking even harder.

“Oh, oh,” Kurt gasped, and a hot thrill shot up his spine when he realized that
Blaine was hard against his thigh, that Kurt could almost feel the heat from
Blaine’s cock through the material of their pants. Kurt was already hard - he
knew his cock had started to stiffen when Blaine kissed him, actually - and
Blaine’s knee was just grazing the straining shape of Kurt’s erection through
his pants now, a gentle tease compared to the almost painful way Blaine was
sucking at him now. Kurt almost wished he was pregnant or nursing right now,
and then the sucking could be a relief and not just a tight, hot ache that Kurt
wasn’t sure what to do with. Just thinking about it made Kurt’s teeth
accidentally scrape over the pads of Blaine’s fingers, and Kurt was already
fumbling out an apology when Blaine drew his fingers out, but Blaine’s intense
look quieted Kurt.

“I– It’s too much, your mouth is, baby, I’m sorry,” Blaine whispered, nuzzling
up under Kurt’s chin as Kurt tried to catch his breath. “It’s not your fault.
It’s– you’re so perfect, Kurt, I can’t help myself around you.” 

“I know how you feel,” Kurt said with a shaky grin, trying so hard not to arch
his hips forward and press himself more firmly up against Blaine’s knee. “We
still have half an hour, if you want–”

“I do,” Blaine growled, and the sound made Kurt’s wolf perk up again, its
presence settling heavily in Kurt’s mind as Blaine flicked his tongue over
Kurt’s nipple, playing with the swollen bud before sucking again. Kurt’s back
arched from all the sensation, his whole chest aching hotly from it, and when
his fingers dug into Blaine’s back and he started to whimper, Blaine pulled
back, looking up at Kurt from underneath his eyelashes. His lips were shiny and
red and he looked so dangerous, so much like the alpha Kurt was always wanting
to submit to. Kurt was amazed Blaine had any control left, because Kurt knew
his was already slipping.

“No,” Kurt said hoarsely, cupping the back of Blaine’s head, and when Blaine
just blinked up at him, Kurt quickly added, “Just. Please don’t stop.”

Blaine flashed his teeth in a quick grin and nuzzled at Kurt’s chest before
stretching to the other nipple, sucking at that one just as hard. The movement
made his legs shift and Kurt choked back a gasp when Blaine’s knee was pressing
hard against Kurt now. Kurt’s cock throbbed, his mind dizzy and whole body
flushed, and he was barely aware of what he was doing as he arched his back and
started to press his hips up with the pressure of Blaine’s knee, desperate for
friction while Blaine just continued to suck. Kurt didn’t know if Blaine cared
what he was doing or was too focused to notice Kurt squirming, but as Blaine’s
mouth kept swallowing around Kurt’s nipple, hard enough to make bright spots
appear behind Kurt’s eyelids, Kurt kept riding the solid shape of Blaine’s
knee, face scrunched up from the sparks of pleasure the movement sent to his
belly.

The movement of Kurt’s hips was starting to get jerky and he could feel the
heat building, twisting up low in his belly, but he didn’t realize how close he
was to coming until Blaine switched back to Kurt’s other nipple, sucking at the
swollen and tender peak so hard. Kurt felt his whole body draw up tight and
tense, aching, and then there was a sudden hot rush that went through him like
liquid when he started to come. Kurt cried out, then, grabbing tightly at
Blaine and squeezing his eyes shut as his body worked itself through his
orgasm, his hips straining up with Blaine’s knee until his body slumped back
against the wall.

“Kurt, Kurt,” Blaine said, voice still a low growl that made Kurt shudder.
Blaine rested his cheek against Kurt’s chest and pressed his own hips down,
rubbing his hard-on over Kurt’s thigh. Kurt was shaking, panting to try to
catch his breath, but there was something strangely comforting about Blaine’s
face tucked into his neck and Blaine’s loud, harsh breathing in Kurt’s ear.
Kurt held onto Blaine, letting Blaine rut against his thigh until he went
still, coming in his own pants and nipping at the side of Kurt’s neck lazily,
saying, “Mine,” over and over again.

Kurt could feel his wolf purring inside, curled up and happy, but Kurt felt
embarrassment start to settle over him and an uncomfortable dampness in his
pants that was getting harder to ignore. “Blaine, I–”

“Shh,” Blaine said, licking at Kurt’s neck before burying his face against it
again. “I know you keep spare clothes in your locker, so stop worrying.”

Kurt wanted to roll his eyes at how pleased with himself Blaine sounded, but he
was right. They’d have time to change and Blaine didn’t seem upset with Kurt
for getting off together, so he closed his eyes and snuggled closer to Blaine,
flushing at Blaine’s possessive growl and the way Blaine cupped Kurt’s bare
hip.

“You’re mine, Kurt, and you should never feel embarrassed around me.” Blaine
licked at Kurt’s neck again, dragging his tongue this time, and Kurt squirmed
at the feeling. He was oversensitive and sweaty and his nipples were already
so sore but Blaine didn’t seem to mind, just nuzzling closer. “You’re so
beautiful when you’re flushed and desperate for me, so perfect. I can’t wait
until we actually mate, and then we won’t have to sneak away anymore. I’ll get
to lay you out on our bed and take my time, do whatever I want with you.”
Blaine’s voice was getting rough, and Kurt whined softly, tucking his own face
into the crook of Blaine’s neck and letting his scent calm him.

Kurt let Blaine hold him close for a few more minutes, snuffling happily
against his neck as Blaine talked vaguely about their future, about being
mated, about their pups. It made Kurt feel warm and satisfied, despite the mess
in his pants, and he wanted to stay as close to Blaine as possible, stay warm
and protected and loved. 

“We should clean up,” Blaine said softly, kissing Kurt’s forehead and nosing at
his temple. “The bell’s about to ring. I’ll go get your clothes out of your
locker, okay?”

“Okay,” Kurt said, reluctant to move but not looking forward to being late to
his next class. Blaine hopped down from the table and helped Kurt down too,
smiling and holding onto Kurt’s arms when he stumbled a little, his legs still
shaky from his orgasm and sitting down for so long. Blaine was about to leave
ahead of Kurt when Kurt said, “Blaine, wait!”

Blaine turned around, eyes wide and warm. “What is it?”

“Can-can you kiss me again?” Kurt asked, flushing at how silly it sounded once
the words were out, but Blaine just smiled, his eyes lighting up as he walked
back over to Kurt.

“I’d do anything for you,” Blaine said sweetly, and he went up on his toes the
same time Kurt slid his arms around Blaine’s shoulders, letting Blaine take
control of the kiss from the start. Kurt opened his mouth for Blaine when
Blaine wanted to kiss him deeper, feeling an all-too-soon warmth flood his
stomach at the hint of Blaine’s tongue as Blaine sucked at Kurt’s top lip, but
then Blaine was pulling back again, pressing a kiss to the front of Kurt’s
throat. Kurt shivered and Blaine nosed softly at Kurt’s jaw before stepping
back, still smiling.

“Go to the boy’s bathroom and wait for me, okay? I’ll be there with our clothes
in a minute.”

Kurt nodded, watching Blaine leave. He gave himself a moment to lean against
the wall by the door and worry his teeth at his swollen lip, trying to ignore
the growing soreness in his still-tight nipples and clear his brain enough to
remember just how to get to the bathroom anyway. 


-


It was the first night Kurt had ran with Blaine since before they were
teenagers, and he felt like he was flying.

Kurt (and his wolf) had dreamed about this night for days, but nothing could
have prepared him for the rush of transforming and running with his mate, the
way it felt right. There was always the pain and confusion at first - it hurt
for human bodies to mold into wolf bodies, no matter how often it happened -
but Blaine’s presence calmed him through the worst of it, until Kurt’s senses
were buzzing with the noises and smells and he was curled up on the ground,
whining, with Blaine was nosing gently at Kurt’s ears.

They couldn’t speak as wolves, not in the same way they could as humans, but
they could communicate. Kurt felt the care in the way Blaine’s nose snuffled
across his back, understood Blaine was worried and yet still excited, from his
hunched posture and the jerky wag of his tail. Kurt rolled over for Blaine,
nothing holding him back from instincts now, and Blaine growled and nipped
lightly at Kurt’s throat, nosing down over his belly before leaping back,
letting Kurt know it was okay.

And then they were running through the forest, always too many scents for Kurt
to keep track of and too much energy to stay still for long. Blaine led them,
only stopping so they could drink at a stream or Blaine could wrestle Kurt to
the ground, nipping and nuzzling and howling when he bounced back up. It felt
right being with Blaine like this - it felt like pack, going by instincts and
senses and nothing else. Kurt didn’t have to worry about forgetting everything
when he woke up because it was more than a memory; it was a sense of belonging
to his mate, being protected and safe. They finally fell asleep curled up
together, exhausted and warm, with nothing on Kurt’s mind except the soft
hooting of an owl in a tree somewhere above them.


-


Kurt woke up to the familiar soreness in every muscle of his body and someone
draping a blanket over him before lifting him up.

Kurt nearly squawked. “What are you doing?” he asked, grabbing onto Blaine’s
shoulders as Blaine scooped him up with his arms under Kurt’s knees and back.
Kurt was thankful for the blanket, at least, though he noticed Blaine wasn’t
wearing anything.

“I thought that much was obvious,” Blaine gritted out, and Kurt rolled his eyes
and looked around them, where the sun was starting to peek through the trees.

“Are we by your house?”

“We are. My parents are out of town on pack business and I meant to lead us
here to sleep, but–”

“But your wolf preferred the outside,” Kurt finished for him with a smile,
tilting his head against Blaine’s chest. Kurt was sure that if Blaine was
strong enough after transforming back to carry him, then Kurt was strong enough
to walk himself, but he rather liked being in Blaine’s arms like this.

“My wolf preferred being near you,” Blaine said, dropping a kiss to the top of
Kurt’s head. “I’ve never been more sure that you’re my mate, Kurt.” 

“Me too,” Kurt said, and he meant it. After last night, Kurt knew, as a wolf
and as a human, that Blaine would take care of him and protect him. Kurt had
never felt more sure of anything, and instead of scaring him like it would have
a few months ago, he felt warm and proud.

Blaine stepped into the clearing of his backyard and only set Kurt down to his
feet when they got to the back porch and Blaine needed his hands to open the
door. It was Kurt’s first time being at Blaine’s house since they were pups and
he was surprised how much it smelled the same, and how everything was a little
smaller than he remembered.

“We used to curl up here,” Kurt said softly when they reached the den, holding
the blanket up around himself as he walked over to their old corner. “Right
here. Do you remember that?”

Kurt heard Blaine walk up behind him, his arms going around Kurt’s waist. “Of
course I remember,” Blaine said, pressing a kiss to the side of Kurt’s neck.
Kurt’s knees buckled for a second, his instincts still too close to the surface
and the will to submit too great, but Blaine held him up and nuzzled into the
back of Kurt’s shoulder. “We were just pups then.” His hand slid to Kurt’s
stomach, pressing over it through the blanket. “But soon we’ll have pups of our
own to raise and look out for.”

“Yeah,” Kurt breathed out, and he wasn’t sure if it was the moon or Blaine
wearing him down that made the idea so much more appealing than it usually
seemed - mating and getting pregnant, and having babies. Kurt flushed, leaning
back into Blaine and ducking his head as Blaine dropped a kiss to Kurt’s bare
shoulder, where the blanket had slipped down. “What time are your parents
coming home?”

“Late tonight,” Blaine said, his voice low and raspy in Kurt’s ear. His hands
slid up to cup Kurt’s over the blanket, and Blaine was slowly linking their
fingers together, pulling Kurt’s grip away from the blanket before Kurt
realized what he was doing. Kurt’s eyes fluttered shut when the blanket slid to
the floor, and all the shame over his nakedness that disappeared when he
transformed came rushing back, flooding his face with heat. “You’re so
beautiful, Kurt,” Blaine whispered next to his ear, hooking an arm solidly
around Kurt’s waist, and Kurt felt his stomach tighten despite his
embarrassment. “I can’t wait to make you mine officially.”

“Blaine,” Kurt gasped, squeezing his eyes shut while Blaine’s teeth tugged at
the lobe of his ear, and Kurt kept them shut when Blaine turned him around.

“Open your eyes, Kurt,” Blaine said firmly, and Kurt was still too close to his
wolf to ignore a command from an alpha like that. His eyes fluttered open,
meeting Blaine’s intense gaze and nearly melting under the heat of it. Blaine
leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Kurt’s jaw. “Will you let me look at you?”

“There’s not much to look at,” Kurt mumbled, knowing that Blaine’s muscles were
more impressive than his own. Kurt’s arms weren’t as big and his stomach was
softer, the muscles less defined. He was slender, but he never saw himself as
particularly strong - nothing like an alpha or a beta, anyway. Kurt never let
it bother him before, always focusing on his other talents, but he felt shy
under Blaine’s gaze like this.

Blaine pulled Kurt close to him with his arms still around Kurt’s waist, and
Kurt’s breath caught at the feel of Blaine hard against Kurt’s thigh. Blaine
had sneaked him away to make out and suck at his nipples a few more times since
that time in the classroom, but they hadn’t gotten off together again. Part of
Kurt wanted to look down and see what Blaine looked like, wanted to see all of
Blaine, but part of him was still too nervous to even let himself imagine it.

“You couldn’t be more wrong,” Blaine said, pulling Kurt from his thoughts, one
of his palms sliding slowly up Kurt’s back. Kurt felt his stomach tighten
again, his body responding so willingly to Blaine’s. “You’re perfect, Kurt.
I’ve never met another omega as strong and beautiful as you, and I promise I’m
not just saying that as your mate.” Blaine slid his hands from Kurt’s back to
his sides, where Kurt was usually ticklish, but instead of laughing his knees
almost buckled again when Blaine’s hand brushed over his bare stomach. “I mean
it,” Blaine whispered, pressing a kiss to Kurt’s neck, right over where his
pulse was racing. His lips lingered over the spot, and Kurt tilted his head,
glad for Blaine’s hands suddenly grabbing his hips to keep him upright. Kurt
could tell his wolf was whining, just under the surface, so desperate for Kurt
to actually physically roll over for Blaine right now. Kurt tried in vain to
shake his wolf’s influence from his mind.

Blaine stepped back so he could look down between them and Kurt bit his lip
when Blaine’s thumb brushed up over a nipple. They were hard, mostly from the
cool air in the room, and the press of Blaine’s thumb over the tightened peak
pulled a moan from Kurt’s throat that he wasn’t even aware he was trying to
keep in.

“C'mere,” Blaine said, leading Kurt over to the couch against the wall, and
Kurt flushed when he dropped his eyes and caught a glimpse of bare thighs and
hips and the jut of Blaine’s cock between his legs. When he looked back up
Blaine was grinning at him knowingly, squeezing Kurt’s hand and guiding him
until he was lying on his back on the couch.

The couch smelled overwhelmingly like Blaine and Kurt closed his eyes, his wolf
purring happily at Kurt’s submissive position and the way Blaine crawled on top
of him, settling one of his knees between Kurt’s legs.

“We were never allowed up on the couch,” Kurt mumbled, and now that his
instincts were making him less nervous, soothed by the smell of Blaine and
being on his back for his mate, he let himself look. Kurt had already seen
Blaine’s chest and stomach - his nipples were smaller than Kurt’s, darker, and
the muscles of his stomach were tight, framed by sharp hipbones. There was a
trail of dark hair below Blaine’s bellybutton, and Kurt felt his stomach twist
up at the sight of Blaine’s cock, flushed full and hard already. It wasn’t a
lot different from Kurt’s; maybe thicker, and it had a slight curve that Kurt’s
didn’t, but it wasn’t as scary as Kurt was building it up to be in his head,
seeing Blaine naked like this. It felt natural, to be skin-to-skin with Blaine.
It made him feel warm and content, and the soft, pleased rumbling of his wolf
hadn’t ceased, either.

“I think my mom was afraid we’d tumble right off while we napped,” Blaine said
with a laugh, reaching down to link his fingers together with Kurt’s and lift
Kurt’s hand up, kissing over his knuckles, at the inside of his wrist. Kurt’s
breath hitched at the intimacy of it, and how startlingly hot it was to feel
Blaine’s lips tracing over another pulse point. Blaine’s eyes almost glowed
when he opened them, staring down at Kurt. “God, I want you so much, Kurt. I
know we’re not ready to mate, not yet, but a day doesn’t go by when my wolf
isn’t telling me to dominate you.” Blaine leaned down, settling his body over
Kurt’s so he could press a kiss to the dip of Kurt’s throat. Kurt automatically
tilted his head back and tried to arch his hips up at the same time,
intoxicated by the feel of Blaine on top of him, heavy and warm and hard.

“Me too,” Kurt said, squirming again when Blaine’s mouth opened over his
throat, kissing wetly over the skin there. “I get those urges all the time. To-
to submit to you, I mean.” Kurt reached up and held onto Blaine’s arms, trying
to stay still even though his instincts were now telling him to get up on his
hands and knees, to present himself for his mate. At times like these Kurt felt
like he barely had any control over his body, but he found himself addicted to
how good it felt to be under Blaine like this, sure that Blaine wouldn’t hurt
him but helpless to Blaine’s mouth on his neck. “Why can’t we mate now, Blaine?
If we both want it so bad?”

Blaine breathed in deep and sighed, his warm breath puffing out over Kurt’s
skin before he tilted his chin up to meet Kurt’s gaze. “We’re not ready. It
wouldn’t be fair to you, Kurt,” Blaine admitted softly, rubbing at Kurt’s hip
with one of his hands. The hand slowly slid to Kurt’s stomach, resting there.
“You know what mating is, right?”

Kurt felt himself flush under Blaine’s gaze. “It’s sex, isn’t it?”

“It’s more than sex,” Blaine said with a smile, rubbing his hand slowly over
Kurt’s belly, making Kurt shiver. “When we mate, Kurt… that’s when we become a
family. That’s when we start our family.” Blaine shimmied up Kurt’s body,
enough so he could tuck his face into the crook of Kurt’s neck and whisper, “We
mate so that I can claim you and get you pregnant with our baby. That’s what
mating is.”

Kurt’s face felt hot, his mind dizzy. “What if it doesn’t work?”

Blaine’s smile was bigger now, and when he pressed his hips down so his cock
nudged up against Kurt’s, Kurt choked back a gasp. “Then we keep trying. But it
usually works. That’s why it lasts so long.”

“That’s why… what lasts so long?” Kurt felt stupid for asking so many
questions, but instead of getting annoyed, Blaine just kissed the side of
Kurt’s neck.

“The mating. I’ll explain it to you later, okay? I found out from other alphas.
I guess omegas don’t talk about this sort of thing, huh?”

“I don’t know a lot of other omegas,” Kurt mumbled, and this time he was ready
for the way heat twisted up inside him when Blaine ground his hips down,
sliding their cocks together again. It felt so much better than when Kurt
rubbed himself off against Blaine’s knee, and Kurt didn’t want to think too
much about mating anymore - he just wanted more.

“Don’t worry about mating,” Blaine said, his voice getting lower and breathier,
less controlled, and the slide of his cock was slicker now because they were
both leaking pre-come between their stomachs. “It’ll be perfect, I know it
will. Just like our pups will be perfect. God, I can’t wait until we’re ready,”
Blaine growled.

“Blaine,” Kurt moaned, his fingers digging into Blaine’s shoulders as Blaine
ducked his head down to lick over a nipple. “I- I want–”

“I can feel what you want,” Blaine said, eyes dark and dangerous in a way that
just made Kurt feel hotter. “I can smell it, too. Whenever you get turned on,
Kurt, I can smell how desperate you are, and it smells so good.” Blaine rested
his forehead against Kurt’s shoulder for a second, twisting his hips down to
push their cocks together. “Do you want to come?”

Kurt nodded mindlessly, fingers flexing over Blaine’s shoulders, gripping tight
when Blaine started to thrust his cock hard up against Kurt’s. Heat poured down
Kurt’s spine at each thrust and he whimpered when Blaine fit his lips back over
Kurt’s nipple, sucking hard like he was greedy for it. Kurt assumed he would
start to get used to it, that it wouldn’t feel like so much every time Blaine
sucked at Kurt there, but he couldn’t have been more wrong. His whole chest
felt hot and tight, his nipple sensitive and aching already under Blaine’s
mouth while Blaine circled his arms around Kurt’s back, trying to get him
closer, rubbing frantically now.

It felt more desperate than the last time, somehow, more wild. Blaine switched
his mouth to Kurt’s other nipple, pulling it past his lips and letting his
tongue slide over it, soothing compared to the hard tugging that sent shocks of
heat into Kurt’s belly. Kurt tried to focus on all of it - Blaine’s panting and
muffled groans, his mouth on Kurt’s chest, his hard cock rubbing wet trails
over Kurt’s, and his strong arms squeezing like he never wanted to let go - but
it was too much, too much sensation with his instincts still so close in his
mind. Kurt squeezed his eyes shut and came with a strangled whine, body
straining underneath Blaine’s as his cock pulsed hotly between them.

“Kurt,” Blaine grit out, letting go of his nipple when Kurt started to shiver
through the aftershocks and tucking his face into Kurt’s neck instead. The loud
breathing in Kurt’s ear was familiar, almost comforting, but Kurt had to bite
his lip at the pressure of Blaine’s cock against his, holding tight as Blaine
continued thrusting until he was groaning and coming too. Kurt startled when he
felt Blaine’s come on his belly, warm and slick between them, but that was
nothing compared to the hot twist of surprise Kurt felt when Blaine slid down
the couch and started licking.

“Oh- oh Blaine, please,” Kurt whimpered helplessly, fingers tangling up in
Blaine’s hair and holding tight while Blaine licked all over Kurt’s belly,
cleaning up his cock and their come. Blaine was cleaning him up and somehow it
felt filthier than anything Kurt could imagine doing with Blaine, anything he
had even let himself think about. And it was too much, every firm lick up the
side of Kurt’s cock or over the head, and Kurt let out a gasp of relief when
Blaine slid back up his body.

“Sorry, Kurt, I–” Blaine’s voice was so raspy, his eyes wide and dark. “I can’t
help it, I had to see what you taste like. And you taste so good, tasted like
me too.” Blaine’s eyes flickered down over Kurt’s mouth and then they were
kissing, still breathing too hard and lips sliding and fitting together
clumsily but god, Blaine wasn’t wrong. As soon as Blaine’s mouth opened enough
Kurt was licking inside, trying to chase the taste of them, moaning when Blaine
sucked at his tongue. Blaine pulled back and his eyes looked even wilder than
before, and Kurt was about to ask about mating again when Blaine pulled back.

Kurt missed the heat immediately, but Blaine tugged a blanket from the back of
the couch down over him, leaning down to kiss Kurt’s forehead. “You must be
starving since we didn’t kill last night,” Blaine said, voice shaking from his
effort to control it. “Want to come help me make food?”

Kurt wanted Blaine back on top of him so they could keep kissing, actually, but
he just sighed and nodded, letting Blaine help him up. “We should probably get
dressed too.”

Blaine glanced down at himself and then looked back up at Kurt, grinning. He
leaned forward and nosed under Kurt’s jaw, warm and gentle, and Kurt almost
sighed again. “I’m not sure if you in my clothes would be any better than the
sight of you naked. But you’re probably right.”

Kurt wanted to roll his eyes, now that he was thinking with his brain and not
just his smitten, submissive wolf, but Blaine pressed a loud kiss to his cheek
and was already tugging him upstairs. 


-


A few more weeks passed of sneaking around during school hours, secret coffee
dates at the Lima Bean and dinners at Breadstix, and weekends at Blaine’s house
while Kurt kept telling his dad that he was just hanging out with friends. Kurt
hated lying to his dad about anything, but Blaine meant too much to him to risk
it. Blaine meant everything, and the idea of being pulled away from him again
like when they were children made Kurt feel miserable. So he kept lying and
sneaking around, sometimes to make out or sometimes just to nuzzle and stay
close, learning more about each other and doing what everyone else did on
dates.

The best thing, though, that always made the sneaking around worth it, was when
he and Blaine managed to get some time alone together. It’s not that Kurt
didn’t like making out with Blaine anywhere and everywhere, but there was
something special about being able to stretch out in a bed and take their time.
Kurt was more than familiar with Blaine’s room, always happy to be surrounded
by his scent, but he liked when his dad was out long enough for Blaine to come
visit over at Kurt’s house. They curled up on his bed and kissed until their
lips were sore, Blaine eventually pulling back just to nuzzle at Kurt’s neck
and then press his nose to Kurt’s pillow, breathing in deep.

Kurt laughed, sitting up and watching Blaine. “What are you doing?”

“You have no idea how amazing you smell,” Blaine sighed, rolling over onto his
back and trying to tug Kurt back down with him. Kurt laughed again, sliding off
the bed to look for his shirt.

“Now you know why you have to drag me out of your bed every time I come over,”
Kurt said, bending over to pick up his long-sleeved shirt and pull it back on
over his head. When he could see again, Blaine was sitting at the edge of the
bed, watching Kurt with warm eyes. “What?”

“Nothing,” Blaine said, reaching out for Kurt’s hand after Kurt finished
tugging his shirt into place. “C'mere.”

His tone was gentle, but Kurt never could resist an order when Blaine was
giving it. He took Blaine’s hand and stepped in front of him, between his legs,
watching Blaine tilt his head up and smile.

“You’re so beautiful,” Blaine said, letting go of Kurt’s hand so he could grip
his hips instead, sliding his hands up underneath Kurt’s shirt. “So soft and
perfect.” Kurt flushed at the words but Blaine just pulled him closer, his
hands rucking Kurt’s shirt up to his armpits to expose his belly and his chest.
Kurt’s breath hitched, his submissive instincts starting to flood his brain and
make his knees buckle when Blaine leaned in and brushed his lips over Kurt’s
bare stomach. He turned his head to nuzzle his cheek against the skin, his hint
of stubble scratching lightly, making Kurt shudder.

“Blaine,” Kurt whined, reaching up to hold onto his shoulders, but that just
seemed to spur Blaine on. He let his hands slide up Kurt’s back and his lips
trail up to Kurt’s chest, pushing him down closer until he could fit his mouth
over a nipple. It wasn’t completely hard, not yet, but Kurt could feel it
tightening as Blaine started to suck. Kurt slid his hands to the back of
Blaine’s shoulders, clinging, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. “Oh, Blaine, we–”

“Shh, just let me,” Blaine whispered, his voice already pitched lower in an
uncontrolled way that sent shivers down Kurt’s spine and made him want to arch
his back with the sucking pressure on his chest. Blaine wasn’t being
particularly rough, but the light sucking and the gentle, wet licks were almost
worse, somehow. Kurt buried his face in Blaine’s curly hair and breathed out
shakily when Blaine’s mouth switched to the other nipple, giving it the same
treatment, making pleased little humming noises around the swollen peak.

“Oh,” Kurt gasped, shivering from the vibrations from Blaine’s mouth. Blaine
let his teeth scrape, a sharp jolt of heat that made it even harder for Kurt
not to drop down to his knees, to submit to Blaine. Blaine’s mouth trailed
lower, sucking wet kisses down to Kurt’s sensitive belly and trying to pull his
body even closer, and Kurt was too lost in the pleasure prickling up his spine
to notice anything besides the heat of Blaine’s mouth until he heard someone
clearing their throat.

Kurt pulled back to look at Blaine’s face, eyebrows furrowing with confusion
until he followed Blaine’s shocked gaze to his door. His dad was standing
there, arms crossed over his chest, and Kurt quickly tugged his shirt back down
over his stomach, stumbling back and feeling himself flush hot and
uncomfortable with embarrassment. There was no way he could pretend they were
doing anything else, but Kurt had to try. “Dad, we were just–”

“Save it, kiddo, I wasn’t born yesterday,” Burt mumbled, looking carefully at
Kurt and then back down at Blaine. He didn’t seem angry, but there was
disappointment in his voice that made Kurt want to curl up. “I came home for
lunch, but then I smelled you had someone over. Wanna tell me what the hell is
going on here?”

Kurt flushed even warmer, face probably flaming red at this point.
Of course his dad would be able to smell Blaine, why didn’t he think of that?
Before Kurt could say anything, though, Blaine was standing up, putting himself
between Kurt and his dad.

“This wasn’t Kurt’s fault,” Blaine said, his voice gone low and growly, and
Kurt ignored the way his wolf perked up at being protected and shot his dad a
look over Blaine’s shoulder.

“Hey, heel, kid,” Burt said, holding his hand up. “I’m not here to challenge
you, so save that alpha crap for someone else. Mind telling me your name?”

Blaine started to growl again, but Kurt just grabbed his hand, squeezing and
whispering, “Blaine, it’s just my dad. It’s fine.” He looked back to Burt,
biting at his lip. “Dad, Blaine and I are–”

“Whoa, whoa, wait, you’re Anderson’s kid?” That seemed to surprise Blaine,
because his shoulders slumped a little and he nodded. Burt adjusted his
baseball cap, sighing. “Dammit, Kurt, you don’t do things halfway.”

“Dad, what–”

“I want you both downstairs in two minutes. Clothes on,” Burt added, giving
them a knowing look that made Kurt want to shrink back behind Blaine again.


-


Kurt was holding Blaine’s hand when they sat down at the kitchen table across
from Burt. Kurt could feel that Blaine was as anxious as he was, both fully
aware of what happened last time they were caught together, but Blaine’s grip
was still strong and firm. Safe.

Burt looked between the two of them and gave Kurt a small smile. “You had to
realize I’ve been smelling him on you for weeks now, right? I mean, it wasn’t
as obvious at first, but now.” Burt waved his hand. “Look, we can talk about
that later. Why were you hiding this from me, Kurt?”

Kurt could feel himself shrink under his dad’s stern look, only encouraged by
the gentle squeeze of Blaine’s hand in his. “I was afraid. Last time– when we
were little we weren’t allowed to even be around each other anymore, and I
thought– I didn’t want to lose Blaine again.”

Burt’s eyebrows furrowed for a few seconds until it dawned on him. “Oh christ,
Kurt. You were - god, how old were you then? You two were pups. Do you know how
many times I was found gnawing on my brother’s leg after we transformed back?
And look at me, I turned out fine.” Burt snorted, but Kurt was still eyeing him
warily. “Oh come on, kiddo, I wouldn’t– I don’t care about that bullshit alpha
politics stuff. Blaine’s parents told us they thought being around you would
make him weak, because of that whole nursing incident thing, but any kid who’s
willing to stick up for you in front of your dad and another alpha must be made
of some strong stuff.” Burt gave Kurt a smile and Kurt finally let himself
smile back, relaxing a little into his chair. When he glanced over at Blaine,
it looked like he was still preening from Burt’s compliment.

“Now don’t get me wrong, you’re still grounded for a month for the lying and
sneaking around,” Burt continued, and Kurt just barely suppressed a groan. He
was expecting it, but it didn’t make the news any less depressing to hear. “You
can see Blaine at school and he can come over for dinner if he wants, but
otherwise I want you coming home right after school. I’m disappointed in you,
Kurt. I thought you knew better than that, thought I’d raised you to come talk
to me instead of hiding.” Kurt could feel shame making tears prickle behind his
eyes, and he nodded, blinking them away. Blaine scooted his chair closer to
lean into Kurt’s side, and Kurt felt some comfort from the gesture, from
Blaine’s closeness and his scent.

“I’m sorry, dad,” Kurt said quietly, and Burt nodded back, letting out a long
sigh.

“And now the obvious…” Burt paused, adjusting his baseball cap before looking
at them uneasily. “I don’t wanna ask this anymore than you wanna talk to me
about it, but have you two mated yet?”

“No, sir,” Blaine spoke up, and Kurt felt his face start to heat up with
embarrassment again, glad that Blaine was answering for him. “We’ve started
courting, since I chose Kurt as my mate, but we haven’t– no.” Blaine looked a
little red too, but he held Burt’s stern gaze.

“Good. You’re both still too young for that, anyway.” Burt rubbed his hand over
his face and laughed to himself, waving his hand dismissively when Kurt gave
him a questioning look. “It’s nothing. Just amused you two managed to sneak
around without me or your parents finding out, even after all this time. I take
it your parents don’t know yet, Blaine?”

Blaine shook his head, and it was Kurt’s turn to lean into his boyfriend’s side
for support.

“You know they’re not going to accept Kurt as your mate if you do the whole
ceremony without telling them first.” Burt’s look softened and he leaned back
in his chair. “Just tell them, kid. Stand your ground, they’ll accept it.”

“I’ll come with you,” Kurt said softly, turning to Blaine, and Blaine gave him
a small smile.

“Well, I guess that’s all I have to say,” Burt said, standing up. He paused
after he pushed his chair in, looking back down at them with a serious
expression on his face. “You both know what starts the mating process, right?
You’ll be careful not to–”

“We know,” Blaine said quickly, squeezing Kurt’s hand before Kurt could open
his mouth to ask what they were talking about. “We’re careful, I promise.”

“Good.” Burt gave them both a genuine smile, and even with his impending
grounding and his confusion over mating still, Kurt felt some of the tension in
his shoulders melt away when Burt said, “I’m glad you found someone, Kurt.
Finding your mate can be difficult - hell, sometimes even dangerous. It usually
takes a long time, too. Figures you’d have to do things your way. You’re just
as stubborn as your mom.”

Kurt got up, then, dropping Blaine’s hand and rushing over to hug Burt tightly
and nuzzle up under his chin. “Thanks, dad.”

“Yeah, no problem,” Burt said, rubbing over Kurt’s back. “But you’re still
grounded.”

Kurt rolled his eyes, looking over at Blaine to find him smiling. “I know, dad.
I know.” 


-


It turned out that being grounded was nothing compared to not being allowed to
mate.

Months went by with Kurt and Blaine courting each other, still occasionally
getting off together, and Blaine never got less obsessed with rucking Kurt’s
shirt up so he could lick and suck at Kurt’s nipples, whispering to Kurt about
how beautiful he was going to be full with child and how badly Blaine wanted
it. But as exciting as his time with Blaine was, there was something missing -
an ache deep inside Kurt that became almost unbearable right before the full
moon, making him cling to Blaine and whine while Blaine stroked through his
hair and told Kurt, Soon.

But whenever soon was, it wasn’t soon enough. Kurt wanted more, wanted to
satisfy the ache that was telling him to belong to Blaine completely even if he
didn’t exactly understand what the full mating ceremony was or why getting off
wasn’t good enough to ease the hunger that made Kurt’s skin hot. Blaine kept
telling him that mating was sex, but Kurt found it hard to believe that just
sex was making it impossible to think a few days before the moon unless Blaine
was there, squeezing Kurt’s hips and nuzzling his face over Kurt’s belly.

“Blaine,” Kurt whined, feeling the uncomfortable heat prickle all up and down
his spine. “I need you, please.”

“God, Kurt, I know,” Blaine groaned, nipping at the pale curve of Kurt’s
stomach before sitting up and pressing his face into Kurt’s neck, nose skimming
up under Kurt’s jaw. “I can smell it on you. I was hoping it wouldn’t happen
this soon, but–”

“What? Me wanting to mate?” Kurt kept bringing it up in hushed, desperate
whispers to Blaine when they were alone together, nearly begging for something
he still didn’t fully understand but knew that he needed, needed so badly.

“Your body wanting to mate,” Blaine corrected, pulling back so Kurt could see
his eyes, dark and hungry in the dim light of Kurt’s room. “Your wolf. It’s–”
Blaine hesitated, tilting his head. “You know how you’ve been telling me you
feel warmer when you get like this, your skin flushed and hot?”

Kurt nodded slowly.

“There’s a reason they call it ‘going into heat,’ Kurt,” Blaine said, darting
forward to nip over the front of Kurt’s throat. Kurt shuddered, his legs
falling open underneath Blaine. His submissive extincts came so much easier
when Kurt was like this, too.

“I’m- I’m in heat?” Kurt asked, mind dizzy even though he knew it made sense.

“To an extent, yeah. Even if you didn’t tell me how you felt, I’d be able to
smell it. It’s so hard not to just keep you at my side all the time, knowing
other alphas can smell your heat too.” Blaine’s voice was just a growl now, his
arms sliding around Kurt’s waist to hold him tight. “But you’re mine. And when
we mate everyone will know that officially.”

Kurt tilted his head back, listening to the way the sight of his pale neck
stretched out made Blaine’s breath catch. “So why can’t we mate now? You just
said I was ready.” Kurt was close to whining but he just didn’t understand what
Blaine was waiting for.

Blaine nuzzled Kurt’s cheek, sighing. “I know, baby. But mating is… it’s bigger
than that. More than just claiming you.”

“But I’m ready for that too,” Kurt said softly. “I’m ready for–” Kurt cut
himself off to grab Blaine’s hand, pressing Blaine’s palm over one of his
nipples, stiff through his shirt. “I’m ready for a baby. For you to get me
pregnant, Blaine, please.”

“Kurt,” Blaine groaned, sliding his hand down until he could rub over Kurt’s
nipple with his fingertips, making Kurt’s back arch with the touch. “God, you
have no idea.”

But Kurt did, sort of. Another consequence of this frustrating werewolf heat
was that Kurt couldn’t stop thinking about having Blaine’s babies; having a
little someone they made together cradled in his arms, nursing from him, so
tiny and new. A couple years ago Kurt didn’t even like kids that much, but the
idea of having pups of his own - pups with Blaine - was so desperately
appealing now that Kurt ached for it as much as he ached for the mating itself.

“You’re going to be so beautiful when you’re big with our child,” Blaine
breathed, voice hoarse like he was fighting to keep control. His fingers were
squeezing at Kurt’s nipple now, tugging, and Kurt bit back a moan. He wanted to
pull Blaine’s head down, tilt his chest up until his nipple brushed Blaine’s
lips and he’d start to suck. It wouldn’t be much relief, but it would be better
than nothing. Just when Kurt felt desperate enough to do it, though, Blaine
pulled back. He took a deep breath, giving Kurt a careful look.

“Next month,” Blaine said, reaching forward to take Kurt’s hand and link their
fingers together. Kurt was grateful for the touch. “If your dad is okay with
it. That gives you about four weeks to think this over, to make sure you want
to do it now.” Blaine brought Kurt’s hand up to his mouth, brushing a kiss over
Kurt’s knuckles. “If you want to wait, I won’t push you. And if you want to
mate, then–”

“Okay,” Kurt interrupted, almost dizzy with excitement. A month. He could do
that. Just one month and then he’d be Blaine’s for good, and Blaine would be
his too. “You know my dad won’t say yes unless he knows you’ve told your
parents about us, though, right?”

Blaine winced. “I know. I think they suspect already, but…” Blaine sighed,
picking at the comforter, and it was moments like this when Blaine looked so
young and clueless that Kurt just wanted to hug him close. “My dad’s pack
leader. He could easily kick me out of the pack or pick another alpha to carry
on as leader when he’s done. And all that aside, I–” Blaine cut off, giving
Kurt an uncharacteristically shy smile. “I just really want them to like you.”

“Oh,” Kurt said, warmth spreading across his chest. “I can still come with you,
if you want. When you tell them. And if we have to leave and go join a new pack
or start our own, well. It’ll be worth getting to be with you,” Kurt finished
softly, and Blaine surged forward to kiss Kurt hard on the mouth. Kurt fell
back on the bed, not even able to work up embarrassment at how quickly his heat
flared back up, making him kiss Blaine back just as hard, biting and hungry.

“Love you,” Blaine growled, nipping at Kurt’s jaw and grinding his hips down,
and Kurt turned his head to the side and let out a low whine.

Oh god, a month was going to be torture.


-


Blaine’s parents didn’t seem particularly surprised to see Kurt show up hand-
in-hand with Blaine the next day, and Kurt felt himself flush and whispered,
“Seriously, how did we not realize the scent thing?” Every time they fooled
around in Blaine’s room he bragged about having Kurt’s scent on his sheets,
being able to smell him even after Kurt left, so it wasn’t that hard to believe
Blaine’s parents had been smelling Kurt for months.

Blaine smiled, but his mouth was tight. Kurt knew how nervous Blaine was, and
it was hard for Kurt himself not to physically submit in the presence of the
pack alpha and his mate. Kurt managed to squeeze Blaine’s hand, though,
settling down next to him on the couch.

There wasn’t a lot of talking. Blaine told them how he felt, his voice steady
and strong even if Kurt could feel how sweaty his palm was. Kurt caught
Blaine’s dad staring at him a couple of times, and he realized that maybe this
was why Blaine wanted Kurt to come with him - Kurt certainly wasn’t the doughy,
round-faced pup they caught Blaine trying to nurse from all those years ago.
Kurt was an omega but he grew up lean and strong, his jaw angular and his chest
and shoulders broad. There was no mistaking that he would be able to handle
being mated to an alpha and having his children.

“You’re a sweet boy, Kurt,” Blaine’s mom said softly, giving him a smile that
reminded him a lot of Blaine’s. “You’re both so young, but then again, your
father wasn’t much older when he found me. If you two fully realize the
responsibility ahead of you…”

“I do,” Kurt spoke up, and he sat up a little straighter, meeting Mrs.
Anderson’s eyes.

“We both do,” Blaine said, letting go of Kurt’s hand to slide an arm around his
waist possessively, pulling Kurt closer. “I know this isn’t exactly what you
wanted for me–”

Mr. Anderson laughed, and the sound startled both Kurt and Blaine. “It’s not
about what we want, Blaine. Do you think you can handle protecting and caring
for your family, and eventually becoming a pack leader one day?”

“Yes,” Blaine said without hesitation, and Kurt felt a swell of pride for him.

“Then good luck to the both of you,” Mr. Anderson said, standing up from his
chair. He clapped Blaine on the shoulder on his way out of the room, patting a
few times before leaving, and Kurt didn’t understand what it meant until he
turned and saw Mrs. Anderson beaming.

Kurt looked over at Blaine, taking in the surprise in his wide eyes and the
happy flush on his face. Kurt leaned over and nuzzled his cheek against
Blaine’s. “Two down, one to go,” Kurt whispered.


-


Unfortunately, though, Burt wasn’t as easy to convince.

“Wait another year,” Burt said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “You’re
still just a kid, jesus.”

“I’ll be eighteen in three months,” Kurt shot back. “We’ve talked about it and
Blaine’s parents have already given us their blessing. Why can’t you?”

Burt turned his head and fixed Kurt with a hard look, making Kurt feel a twinge
of guilt - Burt was a lot more relaxed about it so Kurt never felt like
he had to submit, but his dad was still an alpha.

“If you know Blaine is the one, then you shouldn’t have any problem waiting for
each other,” Burt mumbled, grabbing his mug of coffee and taking a long sip.
“Grow up first, Kurt. Have fun before you start thinking about children.”

Kurt bit his lip, feeling his face flush before he said what he knew he had to.
“Dad, it’s not just… Lately I’ve been, um. Blaine said it was going into heat.”
Kurt’s cheeks were burning now, but he pressed on. “It hurts, not to be with
him. I need this. My wolf needs it.”

Burt took off his baseball cap to rub over his head, sighing. “I was afraid of
that. I can–” Burt waved his hand again. “–you know, smell it. As an alpha.”

Kurt sunk down a little in his chair in mortification and Burt barked out a
laugh.

“Now don’t go getting all embarrassed, it’s perfectly natural. You’ve been
through a hell of a growth spurt lately, so I guess it stands to reason you
developed your, uh, heat a little faster. I get that, Kurt. But it’s a big
responsibility either way. This isn’t just fooling around with someone you like
to satisfy an itch. This is important. You matter, Kurt.”

Kurt knew his face was still bright red, but he softened at his dad’s words. “I
know,” Kurt whispered. “Blaine, he- he makes me feel like I matter. All the
time.”

Burt chuckled. “That kid is head over heels in love with you. Anyone with eyes
can see that. I just want you to take care of yourself, Kurt.”

“I will, I promise.” Kurt could feel his eyes watering up and he got up from
his chair, throwing his arms around his dad’s neck and hugging him. Burt was
still for a second and then Kurt found himself engulfed in his dad’s strong
arms, being held tightly as Burt rested his chin on Kurt’s head.

“If you need anything, you come to me, okay? Blaine’s parents aren’t bad
people, but… they’re a little on the traditional side. Don’t be afraid to ask
questions, so you know what’s going to happen.”

“Okay,” Kurt said, pulling back and scrubbing his hand over his eyes. He made a
mental note to only ask his dad as a very last resort, though. There were some
conversations he just didn’t want to have. 


-
“How are you feeling?” Blaine asked between classes a few days later, stopping
Kurt at his locker so he could nuzzle into his neck. Kurt was grateful for the
familiar gesture and relaxed as Blaine’s arm went around his waist, his nose
sliding up underneath Kurt’s ear.

“Better, now that the heat is over,” Kurt mumbled, shivering as Blaine’s
fingers slid up underneath his shirt to graze over bare skin. There weren’t a
lot of people in the hallway around them but it still made Kurt blush when
Blaine touched him in public like this. “A month still feels like forever,
though. Do we have to wait until the moon is full again?” Kurt was almost
whining, but he couldn’t help it, not with Blaine’s fingers gripping his soft
skin and Blaine staring at him with a look that could only be described
as hungry, his eyes wide and dark.

“I’m afraid so, sweetheart,” Blaine said, his wide fingers still stroking at
the small of Kurt’s back. “You don’t go into heat just to drive us both crazy,
you know,” he added with a laugh, and Kurt flushed, still a little embarrassed
by how wanton he got when it was close to the full moon. “It’s our best chance
of the mating going the way it should and you getting pregnant with our baby.”
Blaine’s voice was lower now, his eyes a little wild. “Soon, Kurt.”

“Not soon enough,” Kurt breathed out, leaning back into the locker when Blaine
finally let go of him and brushed a kiss over Kurt’s knuckles before heading to
his own class.


-


The rest of the month went by in a blur of Blaine being clingier than usual
(not that Kurt minded) and Kurt alternating between giddiness and nerves. His
wolf felt closer to the surface, too, his instincts trying to bleed into his
everyday life. And while having heightened senses might have had its perks, he
found himself trying to avoid Blaine at school during the day because of the
way his body wanted to submit to his mate, no matter how inconvenient it was
for Kurt to drop down to his knees in the middle of the hallway. Blaine wasn’t
a lot of help about the whole self-control thing, either, but Kurt couldn’t
really blame him - it seemed like he was going through his own version of being
in heat, except it just made Blaine even more possessive and affectionate than
usual, his hands often straying to rub over Kurt’s belly like he was already
pregnant.

“Soon,” Blaine said for what felt like the hundredth time, growling the word
into Kurt’s ear after school one afternoon before pressing him into the side of
the car and kissing him hard enough to make Kurt’s lips tingle. Soon never felt
any closer, though, and Blaine’s kisses couldn’t satisfy the hunger that was
growing deep inside, the impatient desire to belong to his mate.

Then, like clockwork, when the moon started waxing full, Kurt started to feel
the heat again, and somehow it was even worse than before, like Kurt’s body
knew what was coming. He woke up covered in sweat from a dream about Blaine
chasing him in the woods, achingly hard even though there wasn’t anything
particularly sexual about the dream. His skin felt too hot, something he knew a
cool shower wouldn’t take care of, and no amount of touching himself would take
care of that problem, either. He didn’t just want Blaine - he needed him, with
every fiber of his being, enough to make the wolf inside him want to whine and
howl until Blaine was at his side.

It was Friday and Kurt couldn’t imagine going to school like this, so he told
his dad about his fever and Burt gave him the okay to stay home. Kurt was sure
that he knew - how could his dad not? - but Burt thankfully didn’t say anything
or tease Kurt about being in heat, even when Kurt leaned into Burt’s hand on
his forehead before he realized what he was doing. Burt ignored Kurt’s
embarrassment and ruffled his hair, telling him to take care of himself before
heading off to work.

When Blaine showed up two hours later, Kurt was so desperate to be near him
that he couldn’t even bring himself to yell at Blaine for skipping school too.
“I let myself in, I hope that’s okay,” Blaine said quickly, walking right over
to Kurt’s bed. He crawled onto the bed (Kurt was at least with it enough to
appreciate that Blaine had taken his shoes off first) and buried his face into
the crook of Kurt’s neck, breathing deep and scenting him. “Kurt, baby,” Blaine
groaned, and Kurt’s legs dropped open underneath Blaine, hips arching up
shamelessly as his instincts took over and the heat seemed to just flare up
under his skin. Blaine turned his face to kiss Kurt and Kurt’s lips parted, his
own face nuzzling against Blaine’s jaw and neck when Blaine leaned up to kiss
Kurt’s forehead. “You’re burning up.”

“I woke up like this,” Kurt said, his voice already sounding wrecked, even to
his own ears. He opened his mouth against Blaine’s sweat-damp skin, desperate
just to taste him and trying to pull him closer, but Blaine just growled and
pushed Kurt down into the bed, pinning him there.

“Sorry about the sweat– I ran here,” Blaine said, sounding almost sheepish
about it, but Kurt couldn’t stop staring at the way Blaine’s skin seemed to
shine with it, his scent almost overpowering and absolutely intoxicating to
Kurt. “It was faster than driving, and I wasn’t thinking clear enough to be in
a car. I could– I could just sense that you needed me, Kurt,” Blaine whispered,
licking his lips, and Kurt tilted his head back and moaned when Blaine’s hand
started to push his shirt up, his fingers hot over Kurt’s already burning
skin. 

Kurt wanted to crawl into Blaine’s lap and rub himself against Blaine until he
found relief but Blaine kept him held down in place with one hand, ducking down
to suck hard kisses over the pale, sensitive skin of Kurt’s belly.

“Please, please,” Kurt panted, squirming until Blaine squeezed at his wrist and
then Kurt’s body was going limp, his head tilting back to expose his neck for
Blaine again. Blaine growled, moving up to nip over the front of Kurt’s throat,
and Kurt shuddered at the jolt of bright heat it sent down his spine, making
his toes curl. His wolf was already purring inside, happy to submit to the
alpha, and Blaine’s kisses were rough in a way he usually didn’t let himself
get with Kurt. It was exciting, and Kurt wanted more, wanted everything right
now.

“Kurt,” Blaine rasped, sounding even wilder than usual. “Tonight.”

Kurt’s hips bucked underneath Blaine, and Blaine’s lips quickly found his,
swallowing Kurt’s gasp. Kurt let Blaine kiss him, feeling almost lightheaded
from what Blaine said. He couldn’t mean–

“My dad said we could use our cabin out in the woods, so we’d have privacy. And
if you’re already in heat, we should just– tonight. I’m so tired of waiting,
baby.”

“How do you think I feel?” Kurt choked out, and Blaine finally let go of his
wrist with a laugh, wrapping his arms around Kurt’s torso instead and nuzzling
into his chest. He inched Kurt’s shirt up with his nose, higher and higher
until it was bunched up above Kurt’s nipples and Blaine could flick his tongue
teasingly over one, holding tight as Kurt squirmed under the wet pressure.

“Is tonight okay, then?” Blaine asked, voice rumbling against Kurt’s chest, and
he looked up so his dark eyes could meet Kurt’s.

Kurt felt like he was going to come out of his skin, as dizzily hot and excited
and nervous as he was. He nodded quickly, a shy smile spreading across his face
as he said, “I want to be yours tonight. Officially. I want to be yours now,
Blaine, god.”

Blaine laughed again, shifting on the bed so he could kiss Kurt again, his lips
moving open and warm over Kurt’s mouth. “As soon as it’s dark,” Blaine
whispered against Kurt’s mouth, smiling and stroking down his sides. “When the
moon comes out, then you’re all mine to claim, Kurt Hummel.”

Kurt closed his eyes as Blaine’s lips trailed down over his neck, heat flaring
up again while Blaine sucked at his skin hard enough to leave a mark.

Soon.

-

Blaine spent most of the rest of the day with Kurt, body curled up around his
when they watched a movie and arms around Kurt’s waist when he got up to cook
them something. His heat was still bad, but somehow knowing they’d be mated
soon made it more manageable, even if Kurt stayed achingly hard the entire day.
Blaine only left when he had to, telling Kurt he was going to get the cabin
ready and then be back to pick him up at dusk. Kurt was sad to see him go, but
it was probably for the best that when Burt came home, it wasn’t to the sight
of Blaine cupping Kurt’s cock with his face buried in Kurt’s neck.

“How’s Blaine?” Burt asked, ruffling Kurt’s hair before going back to looking
through the mail, and Kurt felt himself blush even though his dad already knew
everything there was to know. 

“We’re going to mate tonight,” Kurt blurted out, watching Burt’s face
carefully. Burt set the mail down and rubbed over his baseball cap, fixing Kurt
with a look that Kurt couldn’t read.

“You’re ready?” 

“I need it,” Kurt said quietly, playing with the hem of his shirt, but then he
added, “But I’m ready too. And I trust him.” 

“C'mere, kiddo,” Burt said, sitting down on the couch next to Kurt, and Kurt
crawled over so Burt could throw his arm around him and hug him into his side. 

“You’re not going to lecture me?” Kurt asked after a minute, and Burt laughed,
squeezing at Kurt’s arm. 

“Why, do you think you need to be lectured?”
“No!” Kurt said quickly, ducking his head. “It’s just– a big deal.”
Burt rubbed at Kurt’s arm, nuzzling the top of his head. “I know. I want to
tell you that you’re not allowed to mate until you’re thirty, but the best
thing you can do for this is trust your instincts, Kurt. And I know your heat
is driving you nuts.”

Kurt tried to sink lower in the couch, warmth creeping back into his face until
he was sure his cheeks were bright red. “Can we please stop bringing up the
heat thing?” 

Burt laughed, giving Kurt another squeeze with his arm. “I’m going to go make
us some dinner, okay? You’re going to need your energy tonight.” Burt stood up
and left Kurt blushing even harder, his stomach twisting with thoughts of
Blaine claiming him. He was counting on his instincts, because otherwise Kurt
didn’t know how he was going to get through tonight without blushing to death. 


- 


Blaine came back for him at dusk like he promised, leading Kurt to the woods
outside his house where they went running every moon. It was pack territory,
the safest place for them to be, and the cabin that Blaine’s parents owned
wasn’t too far away. 

The familiar smell of the forest hit Kurt hard when he got out of Blaine’s car,
and he felt his heat flare back like the forest itself had lit a match under
him. Blaine was there in an instant, his arms wrapping around Kurt and his nose
rubbing soothingly over Kurt’s throat, scenting him in a way that was both
comforting and reminded Kurt that Blaine was his alpha, his dominant,
his mate. 

“Are we walking all the way to the cabin?” Kurt asked. 

Blaine shook his head. “We shift first, as per tradition, and then I chase you
all the way to the cabin. Unless I catch you before you get there, that is,”
Blaine added in a low voice, arms squeezing possessively around Kurt. Kurt felt
his stomach drop when he took in the full meaning of Blaine’s words, though,
and his eyes widened as they met Blaine’s. 

“We- we mate as wolves?” Kurt asked, unable to keep the shock out of his voice.
Was this the secret detail about mating that no one would tell him about? Kurt
loved his wolf, and he loved Blaine’s as well, but the idea of being taken by
Blaine (Blaine’s wolf) like that, as beasts, when he didn’t have full grasp of
his mind, made his stomach turn. It was his first time (their first time) and
he didn’t want that, didn’t even think mating as wolves was a possibility. It
was never talked about in the packs, at least - it was one of the unspoken
rules that most werewolves followed. 

Blaine’s eyebrows furrowed for a few moments before comprehension dawned, and
then he laughed, pulling Kurt closer and nuzzling his cheek against Kurt’s.
“Oh, sweetheart, no. We only chase each other as wolves, to run out some of our
energy and so I can show my dominance over you in the way we usually do, with
rolling around and biting. We shift back before the actual mating, though, so
please don’t worry.” 

Kurt let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, slumping gratefully into
Blaine’s arms. “Oh. Well– that’s good. Is there anything else I should know
about, before–” Kurt cut himself off, glancing up at the waxing moon in the
sky, heavy but not quite full yet. “Before we begin.” 

“Most of it is just following our instincts,” Blaine said with a shrug,
stroking his thumb over the back of Kurt’s hand. “Our bodies know what to do,
and our wolves too, so we won’t be completely on our own. Beyond that, it’s
just…” Blaine trailed off, grinning a little mischievously at Kurt. “After the
initial claiming, we both just give into our fever and let our instincts guide
us until I breed you, or we’re too exhausted to carry on for the night.” Blaine
linked his fingers with Kurt’s, squeezing. “But Kurt, please, trust me when I
say I won’t hurt you. You might get confused or embarrassed, but I’ll be so
connected to you that I won’t be able to bear the idea of you in pain. You’re
my omega, and you’ll submit to me, but my biggest concern is your safety.”

“I know,” Kurt said quietly, squeezing Blaine’s hand back. Blaine grinned again
and leaned in to kiss Kurt, lips moving hungrily with Kurt’s in a way that made
him immediately breathless, his hands reaching up to grip Blaine’s forearms
just to keep himself steady. 

“I’m going to take such good care of you,” Blaine whispered against Kurt’s
lips, and Kurt shivered.


-


Shifting wasn’t as painful as transforming into their wolves when the moon was
full, but it was still a disorienting process. Blaine shed his clothes and
shifted first, the big, dark gray wolf in his place getting up slowly and
slinking over to nuzzle pointedly at Kurt’s hand until Kurt knew it was his
turn. After storing his and Blaine’s clothes in the car, Kurt closed his eyes
and concentrated on his wolf as well, feeling his body start to crack and
twist. The quick, squeezing sharp pain left him a whimpering white wolf in the
leaves, senses adjusting to the sounds and the smells. Blaine nudged at his
belly, warm breath panting over Kurt’s fur, and Kurt took it as the order from
his alpha that it was. He had to trot a few laps to work the ache out of his
bones after he got up, but then he was nuzzling up under Blaine’s chin, waiting
for the command. 

Blaine threw his head back and howled, and as much as Kurt wanted to drop and
howl in chorus with him, he obeyed his alpha. He took off running.

The trees were just tall, dark shapes, blurry and unimportant as Kurt used his
nose and pointed ears and his agile limbs to find his path. He could smell the
cabin even though it was miles away, and he could hear the faint sounds of
crashing through leaves when his mate started to chase him.

Adrenaline spiked hot in Kurt’s blood and he ran faster, panting, staying true
to his path. His legs weren’t as steady as they would be if they had waited a
while after shifting to run, but what Kurt lacked in grace he made up for in
speed, a purely animal thrill inside him growing as the sounds of Blaine
tearing through the forest were getting louder. Blaine was a little smaller
than Kurt but he was broad and had thick fur that made him appear bigger, and
he was fast.

Kurt was panting loudly now, body reveling in the excitement of the chase, and
when he broke through the trees to the clearing where the cabin was, he had
only a fraction of a second before Blaine was on him.

Kurt growled, snapping at Blaine and trying to buck him off, fighting to keep
his footing and getting in the few moments of competition he could before
Blaine had him on the ground. Blaine was strong, an alpha more than capable of
dominating his mate, but he wasn’t being rough - as soon as he had Kurt on his
back he nipped once or twice and then started to lick, almost like he
was grooming Kurt, his broad nose nuzzling over the pale fur of Kurt’s neck and
down his belly.

Kurt stayed still save for panting, submitting easily for his alpha now that he
was defeated, helpless on his back with his vulnerable belly exposed. It
felt right, though, felt like he was where he was supposed to be, and when
Blaine pulled back and nudged at Kurt’s side, Kurt flipped over onto his belly
only to stay low to the ground, whining at the way he still ached for his mate.

Blaine’s presence was calming, but Kurt sensed that Blaine was struggling to
keep control too, his body almost vibrating as he bent his neck and nuzzled his
nose over Kurt’s ears, his jaw. He was being so gentle that the bite came as a
shock, the last thing Kurt was expecting, and he whimpered from the sudden pain
of it.

And then, just as soon as Blaine’s teeth were biting sharp over the tender part
of Kurt’s neck, they were gone. And the effect it had on Kurt was almost
immediate.

Kurt slumped down like his limbs were suddenly too heavy to hold him up, body
going loose and still and his mind blanking until all he felt was heat. He
thought he could hear himself whimpering as his body slowly shifted back to
human on its own, leaving Kurt feeling even more helpless. Despite the cool
night wind and the fact he was naked in the grass, Kurt felt like there was a
fire inside his blood clawing to get out, his whole body aching from the heat
of it. God, what did Blaine do?

“Blaine,” Kurt rasped, opening his eyes to peer over at Blaine’s wolf where
Blaine was nosing worriedly at Kurt’s bare stomach, and just as Kurt reached
out to pet over Blaine’s fur, he shifted back too. Fur turned to skin and
Blaine’s amber eyes seemed to glow when he opened them, lifting himself up from
the ground slowly, lean muscles shifting under tan skin.

“Oh Kurt,” Blaine whispered, almost reverently, and then he was scooping Kurt
up like he weighed nothing, carrying him to the front of the cabin.

Blaine’s bare skin against Kurt’s made him want to cry out. The feeling was
so intense, like the bite had amplified his heat and his entire body was a
hundred times more sensitive than usual. But somehow Blaine’s touch grounded
him at the same time, turning the fire to an instinctual kind of pleasure - the
exact thing Kurt’s body was aching for.

“Blaine,” Kurt said again as Blaine stepped into the cabin, and he buried his
face into Blaine’s arm and took in deep, slow breaths. His mate’s scent
couldn’t calm him but it helped Kurt focus, because otherwise all he wanted to
do was fall to the ground and wait for Blaine to claim him, and just the idea
of it confused and almost scared Kurt. It was nothing like the way he’d shyly
arch his hips under Blaine when they kissed, or the way his legs would fall
open and Kurt’s face would flush red. This was so much more, all driven by
their most basic animal instincts, and Kurt knew he wouldn’t feel better until
Blaine was inside him, breeding him, marking Kurt as his own. And god,
he wanted it.

“Shh, Kurt, we’re almost there,” Blaine said, and Kurt suddenly realized he was
whining. He bit back more noises from spilling past his lips, letting Blaine
set him on a bed that smelled like him, smelled like alpha and mate. The
thought of being completely wrapped up in Blaine’s scent while Blaine claimed
him was all Kurt needed to stop holding back, stop trying to fight his
submissive instincts.

“Need you, please,” Kurt gasped out, nuzzling his cheek into the sheets and
rolling over onto his belly, lifting up on his knees just enough to spread his
legs and present himself to Blaine. He did it without thinking, without
embarrassment ever crossing his mind, but Blaine just growled and forced Kurt
to roll back over onto his back.

“Wait,” Blaine said, his voice rougher now, like he was having trouble fighting
his own instincts too. He bent over Kurt on the bed, his skin so hot when Kurt
reached up for him, trying to pull Blaine closer. Blaine let him, covering
Kurt’s body and burying his face into the crook of Kurt’s neck, his breath warm
over Kurt’s skin when he said, “You’re mine, Kurt, all mine.” 

“Yes.” Kurt squeezed his eyes shut, body arching up underneath Blaine as he
started to kiss and suck at one of the most tender parts of Kurt’s neck. And he
was sucking hard, working the skin over with his mouth in a way that made the
heat inside Kurt throb brightly before licking across the front of Kurt’s
throat. Kurt wanted to see, wanted to know if Blaine had left a big mark on him
because just the thought of it made him want to howl, but Blaine’s weight was
pinning him down, keeping him in place. “I- I want–” 

“I know what you want,” Blaine interrupted, his voice still barely above a
growl. “I can smell you, Kurt, nothing but you. I can smell how desperate you
are, how bad you need me.” Blaine was talking in a rush, rubbing the pad of his
thumb over Kurt’s lips until Kurt dropped his mouth open and tried to suck it
inside, wanting to taste Blaine, any part of him. Blaine just sucked in a sharp
breath and dropped his hand down to Kurt’s head, tilting it to the side so he
could press a heated kiss over the bite mark from earlier, toward the back of
Kurt’s neck. The skin never broke but it was still tender and Kurt whimpered,
legs kicking out helplessly under Blaine as Blaine nosed his way up to Kurt’s
jaw, sniffing and nuzzling on his way. “You’re gonna take it so good for me,
Kurt, gonna be so perfect when I’m breeding you.” 

Kurt’s stomach tightened at the word 'breeding’ and he threw his head back,
exposing his throat for Blaine, doing everything he could to show Blaine he was
submissive, he was ready. 

Blaine’s fingers trailed down and found one of Kurt’s nipples, already drawn up
tight from arousal, and he rubbed slowly over it, making Kurt whine from the
sensation. “I know, sweetheart,” Blaine whispered near Kurt’s ear, as if he
heard Kurt’s thoughts. “Soon. So soon, I just have to know you’re ready for
me.” 
Now Kurt felt like growling, because he couldn’t be more ready. The heat was
better with Blaine touching but it didn’t make the ache disappear - it just
made Kurt more desperate to mate. Before Kurt could say anything, though,
Blaine was reaching down between them, sliding his hand past Kurt’s hard cock
and down between his spread legs, rough fingers on the soft insides of Kurt’s
thighs.
Kurt choked out a surprised noise, feeling a new jolt of heat rush through his
belly, and he had to bury his face into Blaine’s shoulder to stop from crying
out when Blaine’s fingers brushed over his hole.

“Oh, Kurt,” Blaine breathed out. “You’re already so wet for me, baby.” Blaine’s
fingers pressed harder, not quite pressing in but still rubbing firm circles
over Kurt’s hole while Kurt tried to make sense of Blaine’s words. Everything
was still bright heat and twisting pleasure and his alpha’s scent, and it was
hard to make sense of any of it.
“I’m– wet? I don’t– What do you mean?” Kurt asked, his eyebrows furrowing.
Blaine’s fingers stilled and he slid his cheek against Kurt’s, a familiar
gesture of comfort.
“You’re an omega, Kurt,” Blaine said simply, and Kurt almost frowned because,
well, he knew that already. But then Blaine continued, “It’s part of mating,
part of why I had to bite you to trigger your submission before. You’re all wet
for me because your body lubricates itself, gets you ready to take me inside
you.” Blaine started to press one finger in and Kurt’s mouth opened in a gasp
when it sunk inside his hole, feeling himself open up for the finger and then
squeeze around it, instantly wanting more. “I know it’s different, and a little
weird at first, but it’s completely natural,” Blaine told him in a quiet voice,
kissing at the corner of Kurt’s mouth where his lips were still parted and
twisting his hips a little so his own hard cock rubbed against Kurt’s hip.
“It’s– I want more,” Kurt groaned, and Blaine just laughed, turning his head to
kiss Kurt fully, his finger pressing in deeper. Kurt could feel it now, the
slickness that was letting Blaine press another finger in smoothly, working
them both slowly into Kurt and making a heavy ache he had never felt before
settle low in his belly.
“I know you do,” Blaine growled, and just as easily as his fingers had sunk in,
he was now dragging them out, bringing his hand up and sucking his fingers past
his own lips. “Kurt, the way you taste,” he groaned, sounding wild and
breathless.
For the first time that night, Kurt felt himself start to blush. Blaine started
to pull back and Kurt automatically protested, reaching up to try and drag
Blaine back down, but Blaine was already sliding down Kurt’s body, trailing
short nips from his teeth and soothing licks of his tongue down Kurt’s torso
until he was settled between Kurt’s legs.
“You’re soaked, Kurt,” Blaine whispered, nuzzling his cheek against the inside
of Kurt’s thigh and staring down at him in a way that made Kurt’s stomach twist
up impossibly tight. “Look how wet you are, dripping with it, so ready for me
to breed you.” Blaine’s voice became muffled as he leaned in closer and closer,
and then Kurt was tilting his head back and grabbing at the sheets underneath
him to brace himself as Blaine started to lick over his hole.
Kurt’s mouth dropped open as a broken noise escaped his lips, his legs
spreading out wider while Blaine grabbed at his ass and tilted him up,
spreading him open. It was so intimate, so filthy to feel Blaine’s hot tongue
licking hungrily at Kurt’s clenching hole, licking him open. Kurt’s breath kept
hitching, his body aching for more in a way he knew only Blaine mating him
could satisfy.

“Blaine,” Kurt choked out, almost a sob, but Blaine was too focused on what he
was doing, pressing the tip of his tongue inside past tight muscle, his fingers
digging into Kurt’s ass hard enough to bruise. “Blaine, oh, oh Blaine I need
you now,” Kurt babbled, trying to reach down and grab at Blaine’s shoulder.
Blaine growled a little against Kurt’s skin but he pulled back a few seconds
later, tongue dragging over the sensitive skin around Kurt’s hole until he
finally lifted his head back up.
Blaine’s eyes were dark and his mouth was smeared wet and Kurt felt his face
grow warmer, his teeth worrying at his lip to keep back the constant stream of
begging threatening to spill from his lips.
“Please,” Kurt said softly, fingers clutching helplessly at Blaine’s shoulder.
“Blaine.”

Blaine looked at Kurt for a few more seconds, hand stroking absently over
Kurt’s belly (Where our baby is going to be, Kurt thought dizzily), and then he
got up to his knees, reaching out for Kurt’s hand and linking their fingers
together in a moment of sudden intimacy, so different from the dark, wild look
in Blaine’s eyes.
“Okay,” Blaine said, licking his lips. “Turn over.”

Kurt almost sighed in relief as he rolled back over onto his belly like his
instincts wanted him to, lifting himself up to his hands and knees so he could
spread his legs wide for his alpha. He heard Blaine’s low growl, felt warm
hands sliding over his back and settling on his hips, gripping tightly.

“Kurt,” Blaine’s voice rumbled, as low and scratchy as ever, and Kurt dropped
his head forward and whined when Blaine leaned down over Kurt’s back. His body
was heavy and his skin as hot as the rest of him, but Kurt loved the weight of
Blaine on top of him, the feel of his cock against the back of Kurt’s thigh.
Blaine rested the flat of his palm over Kurt’s stomach and started to shift his
hips forward, his cock sliding wetly over Kurt’s ass.

Kurt felt the heat flare up brighter than before, gasping out as Blaine licked
over the bite on the back of Kurt’s neck, nuzzling into Kurt’s hair and rubbing
slowly at his belly.

“Hold still,” Blaine whispered, and Kurt obeyed instantly, keeping his body as
still as possible as Blaine reached down between them to line himself up with
Kurt’s hole, rubbing through the wetness there. Kurt wanted to drop down lower,
spread wider for Blaine and push back onto him until Blaine was deep inside,
but still he didn’t let himself squirm. The tension of waiting for Blaine,
letting Blaine be fully in control, just made Kurt want him more.

“Oh,” Kurt breathed out when Blaine finally started to press in. The blunt
pressure seemed to trigger something inside Kurt because without even thinking
about it, he relaxed and opened up for Blaine’s cock, the sound of Blaine’s
groan sending a pleased shiver down his spine.

“Kurt,” Blaine choked out, sinking inside smoothly until his hips were pressed
flush against Kurt’s ass, and then stilling inside him. The thick, hard length
of him inside was making Kurt dizzy, so unlike anything he had ever felt, but
at the same time it felt right. Blaine was inside of him, taking him, and Kurt
was helpless to do anything but stay still underneath Blaine and wait for him
to move. “You’re so tight, so perfect for me.”

Kurt dropped his head and moaned softly because Blaine was starting to move,
grinding his hips against Kurt’s ass so that his cock rubbed inside. It didn’t
hurt, not at all like Kurt thought it might, and Kurt flushed because he was
sure he was getting even wetter to accommodate Blaine’s cock, but it was so
full, the stretch making Kurt feel like he was filled to the brim. When Blaine
started to pull back Kurt felt himself clenching and shoving back, trying to
keep Blaine inside because as strange as it was to be so full, Kurt didn’t
think he could stand being empty.

“Kurt, I have to–” Blaine started to say, but he cut himself off as his hips
snapped forward, filling Kurt back up and making a bright heat burn low in
Kurt’s belly. And then he didn’t stop. Kurt braced his hands on the bed and
threw his head back as Blaine started to go faster, pushing in and dragging out
with sharp thrusts that made pleasure twist inside Kurt, so happy to be
dominated by his mate, his strong alpha.

Blaine leaned back down over Kurt’s back, hugging him around the middle and
thrusting in so deep that sharp bursts of heat jolted through Kurt’s body, made
even better by the way Blaine was covering his body, nosing over his back and
panting as he took Kurt. Blaine kept groaning and growling, the movement of his
hips speeding up and becoming more frantic, and Kurt felt the ache of his own
need build the closer Blaine got. He was so hard, his cock untouched underneath
him, but he didn’t want Blaine to move the arm wrapped around him to touch him,
at least not yet. He wanted Blaine to come first, to breed him and fill him up
so Kurt would be that much closer to getting pregnant and having Blaine’s pups.

“Please,” Kurt gasped out, hands still clutching at the sheets and bracing
himself under the force of Blaine’s thrusts. Blaine was taking him so hard now,
their skin slapping together wetly and Blaine’s deep thrusts making Kurt’s cock
leak steadily. “Please, I want– want you to–” Kurt didn’t know how to ask,
couldn’t make himself say the words, but Blaine licked soothingly over the back
of Kurt’s shoulder, nipping a little in a way that almost made Kurt fall down
to his elbows to submit.

“Mine, you’re all mine,” Blaine snarled into Kurt’s skin, and Kurt gasped out
when Blaine shoved his hips forward hard and then stilled, buried so deep that
Kurt couldn’t tell where he stopped and Blaine began. Blaine was still making
low, rumbling noises into Kurt’s skin when Kurt felt it, felt the unmistakable
slick heat inside from Blaine coming. He was coming, oh god, filling Kurt up
and staying there. Kurt’s whole body ached just from the thought of it, the
fact he was finally being bred, claimed in the most primal sense of the word
because Blaine’s come was inside him now, Blaine’s scent all around him. All it
took was Blaine grinding a little deeper into Kurt, teeth scraping over the
back of Kurt’s shoulder, and suddenly Kurt was coming too, body tensing up as
his orgasm rushed through him and left him a whimpering, trembling mess.

“Shh, shh,” Blaine mumbled, rubbing slowly over Kurt’s stomach and chest,
nosing gently at his neck. “So beautiful.” Blaine started to pull out, but the
drag of him pulling out felt wrong, leaving Kurt clenching desperately around
nothing, and he whimpered louder, trying to reach back for Blaine. Blaine just
shushed him again and helped Kurt turn over. Kurt was grateful that he didn’t
have to hold himself up anymore, but he missed the thickness of Blaine’s cock
filling him up, giving him something to squeeze around. Blaine was still hard,
cock streaked white from his come, and Kurt felt a rush of heat in his belly at
the sight.

“Need you,” Kurt breathed out as Blaine leaned back over him, pressing sweet
kisses all over Kurt’s face, his forehead and cheeks.

“I know, sweetheart,” Blaine said, cupping Kurt’s face and kissing him, his
lips warm and hungry, moving until Kurt had to open his mouth with Blaine’s.
When he pulled back he gave Kurt a soft smile, so different from the rough
noises he was making against Kurt’s skin as he took him just a few minutes
earlier. “We won’t be finished for a while, and until then your heat will keep
us both hard, ready to keep going. But I don’t want to wear you out so soon, so
just relax for a second, okay?”

Kurt nodded, letting out a shaky breath and slumping down further into the bed.
He knew he should be grateful for having such a caring alpha, but the ache
inside Kurt still burned brightly for more, for Blaine to fill him up over and
over and ensure that Kurt would get pregnant.

Blaine nuzzled into the crook of Kurt’s neck, tongue laving over where Kurt’s
skin was slick with sweat before trailing lower. He gripped Kurt’s hips and
rested his cheek over Kurt’s chest, lips parting just enough to suck at Kurt’s
nipple in a way that was so familiar now it was almost soothing, even if it did
nothing to actually calm the heat inside Kurt.

Kurt let out another shaky breath, lifting a hand up to pet through Blaine’s
hair when Blaine started to suck harder, swallowing and pulling Kurt’s nipple
up past his lips before switching to the other one, giving it the same
treatment.

“Soon, Kurt,” Blaine whispered, tilting his head up to look at Kurt from
underneath his eyelashes. “Soon you’ll be carrying our baby, your chest
swelling with milk to feed them.” Blaine sighed, licking at the tightened
little peak of Kurt’s nipple before pulling back. “You’re going to be so
amazing, taking care of our pups.” Blaine leaned in and nipped at the front of
Kurt’s throat, and Kurt’s legs fell open on their own, his hips rocking up with
the need to have Blaine back inside. “Everyone will see how big you are and
will know you’re mine, that you’re having my baby.”

“Blaine,” Kurt whined, tilting his ass up without thinking. “Please, please.”

“Yeah, I think you’re ready now,” Blaine murmured, reaching down to grab his
cock as Kurt lifted his knees up, spreading himself open. Kurt got to watch
this time, the way Blaine’s muscled chest and stomach moved with his quick,
shallow breathing as he pressed his cock back inside. The fullness when he sunk
in was even better this time, and Kurt clenched down around him gratefully,
tilting his head back and moaning.

Kurt didn’t know how, but he almost felt more vulnerable in this position than
he did on his hands and knees, showing his neck and belly for his alpha as
Blaine started to thrust inside. Blaine didn’t start slow this time - he
twisted his hips in hard, the thick slide of his cock making Kurt arch his back
and whine, his eyes sliding shut as he lost himself in the slow build of heat.

“Kurt,” Blaine panted, and Kurt’s eyes snapped open, his fingers scrambling at
the sheets as Blaine grabbed at his thighs and spread Kurt open even wider, his
hips fitting snug between Kurt’s thighs. “Kurt, look at me.”

Kurt didn’t trust his voice so he just nodded, sweat prickling hot on his skin
as he held Blaine’s gaze. It was sointense, how raw and open he felt with
Blaine staring at him like this, but Kurt wanted to obey, wanted to feel the
rush of Blaine coming inside him again.

“God, Kurt–” Blaine didn’t finish, instead dropping down until his body covered
Kurt’s, his hips still snug between Kurt’s open thighs. Blaine was close enough
to kiss Kurt but he just kept staring, grinding hard into Kurt. “You drive me
wild, with your scent and your heat.” Blaine finally crashed his lips down
against Kurt’s, and Kurt opened his mouth with Blaine’s, kissing back weakly
under the force of Blaine’s sharp thrusts. When Blaine came he made a choked
back sound against Kurt’s lips, hips stuttering to a stop as he filled Kurt
with more of his come while Kurt squeezed around him, chasing the feeling of
slick heat so deep inside him.

Blaine didn’t pull out after, just continued to lie on top of Kurt, licking at
the hollow of Kurt’s throat and rolling his fingers over Kurt’s nipples until
Blaine was fully hard inside him again.

This time Kurt felt almost folded in half, his knees pushed up to his chest and
his legs over Blaine’s shoulders as Blaine started to thrust into him. Sweat
was dripping down Blaine’s forehead and temples and his chest was flushed red,
his breathing ragged. Kurt let himself reach up to hold Blaine close, unsteady
hands sliding over the back of his shoulders, and Blaine just made a pleased
noise at the touch, sucking hard enough to leave marks at Kurt’s neck as he
took him.

Kurt couldn’t get a grasp on how much time was passing, but it felt like they
were mating for hours, with Blaine pausing for a few minutes every time he came
to nuzzle at Kurt or nip at his chest, maybe suck lightly at his nipples. Kurt
felt dizzy and too warm, his whole body heavy and the ache never disappearing,
no matter how many times he reached his own climax with Blaine inside him.

Eventually Blaine pulled out, slow and careful because Kurt was starting to
feel sore, and he let Kurt roll back over onto his stomach before mounting him
again. Kurt liked this better, his cheek resting on his arms or a pillow and
his ass tilted up for Blaine to take him, breeding him over and over again.
When the heat got too bad Blaine would reach under Kurt to jerk him off quickly
or Kurt would rub off against the sheets, but after a while Kurt felt himself
starting to drift, his eyelids heavy and his mind fuzzy with the rhythmic
pleasure of Blaine’s cock grinding into him.

Blaine draped himself heavy over Kurt’s back, panting in his ear before asking,
“Are you okay?”

Kurt nodded, fingers curling up weakly into the sheets. “Please don’t stop. ’m
just tired.”

“Just relax, baby,” Blaine whispered, kissing at his cheek, and Kurt let his
eyes slide shut. He was safe. His mate would take care of him.


-


Kurt drifted in and out of sleep, waking up once or twice to Blaine pounding
particularly hard or to Blaine shaking above Kurt as he came. He didn’t know
how long he had been out, but when he startled awake the third time, he could
feel himself clenching down, feel the ache of being empty for the first time in
hours.

“Blaine?” Kurt groaned, voice hoarse, but Blaine just stroked slowly over the
small of Kurt’s back. Kurt breathed slowly into the pillow and then bit back a
gasp when he felt Blaine’s fingers digging into the soft skin of his cheeks,
spreading his ass open. There was warm breath over his hole and then Blaine’s
tongue was on him - long, soothing licks over Kurt where he was swollen and
sore. “Oh- oh god, Blaine.”

Blaine just hummed, trailing his tongue down over Kurt’s balls and his cock,
licking up the come there before moving back to Kurt’s hole. He wasn’t actually
pressing his tongue inside, just soothing over the swollen skin, and Kurt tried
to stayed clenched up tight so Blaine’s come wouldn’t slide out. Blaine must
have noticed, because he chuckled, petting at the small of Kurt’s back.

“Don’t worry about keeping it in, Kurt. Just relax for me, it’s fine.”

Kurt took a deep breath and did just that, a hot flush spreading over his face
when he felt some of Blaine’s come trickling out, making Kurt squirm. Blaine
kept licking, and after a minute Kurt realized Blaine was pushing his come
back inside, pressing it into Kurt’s open hole.

“Blaine, please,” Kurt begged weakly, and somehow Blaine understood, finally
sitting up and crawling back up the bed to settle in behind Kurt. Kurt sighed
gratefully as Blaine spooned up behind him, kissing the back of Kurt’s neck and
pressing close as sleep weighed heavy on Kurt’s eyelids again.

“Sleep,” Blaine whispered, and Kurt did.

Kurt woke up to the sun just starting to peek through the window, wrapped up
completely in his mate’s arms. Blaine was fast asleep, his breathing and
heartbeat steady and slow, but his soft cock was still nestled behind Kurt,
right above his ass. Kurt was too warm and way too sticky, the insides of his
thighs still damp with it, but he was surrounded by Blaine’s scent and there
was no question about who Kurt belonged to. And it felt amazing.

“Mmm, good morning,” Blaine mumbled, rubbing his nose over the back of Kurt’s
neck before yawning against it. “How do you feel?”

“Sore,” Kurt said honestly, a little sheepish, but Blaine just squeezed him
closer, pressing sweet kisses over the bite marks that were scattered all over
Kurt’s neck. “And hungry. But good. Happy,” Kurt added in a softer voice. He
could feel Blaine smile into his skin.

“If you were a cat I think you’d be purring right now,” Blaine said, rubbing
his hand up and down Kurt’s stomach.

Kurt huffed, twisting around in Blaine’s arms until he could look at him. “I
am not a cat, Blaine Anderson.”

Blaine laughed, rolling over on top of Kurt and pinning him to the bed with his
weight. His smile was easy and warm, and Kurt felt almost dizzily happy when he
thought, He’s going to be the father of our baby. Blaine nuzzled down over
Kurt’s throat, into the crook of his neck, his breath huffing out over Kurt’s
skin and giving him goosebumps.

“No, you’re not. You’re my big, strong wolf.”

A laugh burst out of Kurt’s mouth when Blaine’s hands skimmed down his sides,
tickling until they found Kurt’s hips and held tight. Kurt’s breath caught,
then, at the sudden sharp ache from Blaine’s fingers touching bruises he gave
Kurt last night. Something flashed over Blaine’s face and he let go
immediately, sliding down Kurt’s body and nuzzling against his belly before
Kurt realized what he was doing. Kurt’s breath hitched again, one hand settling
shakily into Blaine’s wild hair as Blaine kissed gently over all the bruises,
the little marks that Blaine had left on Kurt’s skin.

“I shouldn’t have been so rough,” Blaine mumbled, nuzzling apologetically over
the pale skin of Kurt’s belly, but Kurt just stroked through Blaine’s hair.

“I didn’t mind,” Kurt said, meeting Blaine’s eyes when he looked up at Kurt. “I
wanted you to. I want to remember this as long as I can.”

Blaine grinned, kissing over the tender part of Kurt’s lower stomach. “You have
a memory of last night growing inside you right now, Kurt.”

Kurt’s breath caught in his throat, his chest tightening. “I do?”

“Of course you do. I can already smell the difference, and my wolf can feel it
with you close to me. That there’s more to protect now, something precious and
ours right here.” Blaine dropped another kiss to Kurt’s belly and then moved
back up his body, his lips finding Kurt’s easily and kissing him deeply. Kurt
opened his mouth eagerly for his mate, melting into the bed as he let Blaine
show his dominance with hard kisses that made Kurt’s stomach twist up. When
Blaine pulled back he was panting, his eyes gone a little darker. “But that
doesn’t mean we aren’t allowed to still mate, you know.”

Kurt squirmed, feeling little aftershocks of arousal spike through his blood.
“You mean we can–”

“As much as we want, silly,” Blaine mumbled in a low voice, nipping at Kurt’s
shoulder. Kurt shivered, hands going to Blaine’s back to hold him close. When
he tried to open his legs, though, he winced at how sore his muscles were.
Blaine noticed right away again, sliding his cheek over Kurt’s and asking, “How
about I go run us a warm bath?”

“Oh yes, please,” Kurt groaned gratefully, and Blaine laughed, dropping a kiss
to Kurt’s forehead before easing himself off the bed. He moved very slowly
across the room, and Kurt imagined Blaine had to be just as sore, considering
how much of the work he did last night. Kurt flushed warm at the memory,
lifting up to his elbows so he could stare shamelessly at Blaine’s round,
muscled ass as Blaine crossed the room to the adjoining bathroom. He wasn’t
sure if his body was ready for more sex any time soon, but that was a sight
he’d be happy to see every day.

Kurt yawned and stretched out on the bed as carefully as he could until he
heard the water running, and then he winced as he made himself sit up. There
was a mirror across the room, a full-length one next to the dresser with extra
clothes in it, and he shuffled over to it, eyes widening at his reflection.

Kurt looked… wild. It was the first word that came to mind, staring at his hair
that was sticking out in several different directions and his pale skin,
mottled with little red and purpleblueyellow marks, bruises and bite marks and
hickeys. He was covered in drying come, mostly his own, and he could see his
face turning red when he spread his feet apart, staring at the insides of his
thighs. They were bruised too, unsurprisingly, but also smeared with come and
Kurt’s own wetness. As Kurt turned around, morbidly curious, he let out an
undignified squeak as more come started to trickle down between his thighs, and
he was just about to try to hold it in with his fingers when Blaine stepped
back into the bedroom.

Kurt glanced up, embarrassed at being caught, but Blaine just gave him a
knowing smile. “Can’t wait for a bath?”

Kurt looked back at the mirror, biting his lip as Blaine walked behind him and
slid an arm around Kurt’s waist, hugging him close. “I’m worried about– I don’t
want your…” Kurt trailed off, lifting up his fingers to gesture helplessly so
he didn’t have to say it. “I don’t want it to wash away. Just in case.”

Blaine laugh softly into the back of Kurt’s shoulder, reaching down to slip his
own fingers between Kurt’s cheeks, dragging over his wet hole. Kurt’s hips
jerked, his face flushing hotter. “I think you’ve taken all you can,
sweetheart. You’ll be fine if you wash the rest away now, okay?”

Kurt nodded, relaxing a little back into Blaine’s arms. One of Blaine’s hands
was resting over Kurt’s stomach now, rubbing softly. Kurt smiled to himself,
feeling warm and happy and content in a way that was new and wonderful, that
had everything to do with the bond he had formed with Blaine last night. They
were mates. There was no question about them belonging to each other, in a way
that went much deeper than bite marks and come, and now they were a family as
well.

Kurt sighed, taking a few more seconds to enjoy the moment before Blaine nipped
at his shoulder and then lifted Kurt up, ignoring Kurt’s laughing protests and
carrying him into the bathroom. 

And as good as the mating was, there was nothing that could have prepared Kurt
for how good getting into that warm bath felt. 


-


The last few months of school went by in a blur. Kurt and Blaine were still
required to live at home with their respective parents, but they spent as much
time together as they could. After the end of the school year they would be
allowed to move in together to the cabin where they mated, but up until then
they were stuck just seeing each other at school and going on dates.

It was almost unbearable, at first. Now that they were mated Kurt’s pull to
Blaine felt even stronger than ever, and the last thing he wanted was to only
get to spend a few hours with his mate after school each evening. Blaine was
getting restless about their time apart too, Kurt could tell, but then they got
the good news.

Blaine had been right, of course - a few weeks after their mating Kurt had a
doctor’s appointment, where she confirmed he was with child. Blaine hugged Kurt
so hard the doctor had to remind Blaine to let his mate breathe, but Kurt
didn’t mind. He felt about ready to burst with how happy he was, and how proud
Blaine looked.

“You’re perfect, Kurt, and our baby’s going to be perfect too,” Blaine said,
cupping Kurt’s face and kissing him slowly. Blaine sort of turned into Kurt’s
shadow after that, following him everywhere and growling at any other alphas
who even looked at Kurt. It was a little embarrassing, but it was still nice,
knowing that Blaine was looking out for him, for him and their baby.

As the months went by and the baby grew, Kurt found it harder and harder to
hide the little bump that had formed low in his belly - both because of its
size and because of Blaine’s fondness for hugging Kurt from behind and rubbing
over it, whispering to Kurt how beautiful he was. Brittany touched his belly
every opportunity she got, too, occasionally pouting at Santana that she also
wanted a baby. Santana would always get a wild look in her eyes and drag
Brittany away after that. They weren’t even werewolves, but Kurt decided not to
question it.

And then school was out, and Kurt was allowed to move in with Blaine. He spent
most of his time redecorating the cabin to his liking, fixing small things here
and there and leaving Blaine lists of everything else he wanted done
eventually. He was holding off on decorating the nursery out of pure
stubbornness until they found out the sex of the baby. Kurt was secretly hoping
for a little girl but Blaine swore he could tell it was a boy, and sure enough,
a few weeks later at Kurt’s next appointment, the doctor confirmed they were
going to have a little baby boy. 

That was all Kurt needed to hear, and then he focused all of his energy on the
nursery, making sure everything was perfect for their baby. He kept the colors
gender neutral for the most part, throwing in some pinks and blues for fun, but
he liked knowing more about the little one growing inside him, who was going to
be growing up in this room, and sleeping in this crib.

Blaine was about as supportive as Kurt imagined an alpha got, and maybe more.
He helped whenever Kurt needed him, he made dinner most nights, and he hooked
up a DVD player so he and Kurt could cuddle up on the couch and watch movies
when they were feeling lazy.

Kurt liked being out in the cabin for the full moons, too, because Blaine was
able to transform, run out his energy for a few hours, and then come back to
curl up next to Kurt while he slept, keeping him warm. Kurt couldn’t transform
anymore, not while he was pregnant, but he could still feel his wolf inside,
restless and whining at the pull of the moon. It made Kurt feel anxious, his
skin itching to shift and transform, to run with his mate. His wolf would
always settle down once Blaine came home, though, as if it could sense its mate
even though Kurt was still in his human form. 

Blaine still made good company even as a wolf, though, gentle and fiercely
protective. Kurt would always stay awake until Blaine came home, but once
Blaine was curled up beside him, nuzzling at Kurt’s belly with his wet nose and
snuffling happily, Kurt couldn’t have felt any more safe as he drifted off to
sleep, his own wolf curled up happily in his chest.


-


Kurt had just finished doing the dishes when Blaine walked up behind him,
grabbing at Kurt’s hips. Kurt groaned, and not exactly out of pleasure, but it
was mostly because he was now realizing that standing for so long was a
mistake.

“Sore?” Blaine asked, nuzzling his nose into the side of Kurt’s neck and
resting his hands over Kurt’s wide belly. Kurt sighed, leaning back into
Blaine, still so solid and strong even though Kurt felt like he must weigh a
ton.

“A little. Mostly my feet and my back.”

“I can rub them for you, if you want,” Blaine offered, and Kurt relaxed even
more into Blaine’s arms at the idea, shivering when Blaine’s lips skimmed over
the back of his neck. Blaine loved to take care of him, especially when Kurt’s
chest hurt and it seemed like the only relief he could get was Blaine nuzzling
at him and sucking over his nipples. They had gotten so much bigger, along with
his chest, and it made Kurt dizzy to think that soon he’d be making milk to
feed their pup with.

“No, it’s fine. I’m just glad I only have two or three months left of this guy
making my body go haywire,” Kurt said wryly, wrapping his arms around his
stomach.

“You should tell that pup to stop being so selfish,” Blaine mumbled, and Kurt
rolled his eyes, smiling. “Doesn’t he know we’ve got more important things to
worry about than aches and pains?”

“It’s not his fault,” Kurt mumbled defensively, and Blaine laughed, sliding his
hands from Kurt’s belly to his hips.

“I’m just saying it’s not very convenient since all I want to do all the time
is go to bed with you,” Blaine whispered right behind Kurt’s ear.

Kurt shivered, his eyes sliding shut at the idea. They both knew what going to
bed meant, and it had nothing to do with sleeping.

“What do you say?” Blaine asked, and Kurt nodded, turning around in Blaine’s
arms so they could kiss.

That was another thing about pregnancy, or maybe just about finally being mated
- Kurt wasn’t in heat anymore, not since that first night, but it felt like his
urges to be with Blaine all the time had never left. He loved sex, loved having
Blaine inside or just rubbing with him, or sometimes lying back while Blaine
licked and sucked at him until Kurt was begging shamelessly. He never fully got
over the embarrassment of it, or the hot things Blaine would whisper to him
while they were together, but Kurt was eager for the moments when Blaine would
pin him to the couch or follow him upstairs just to press Kurt down into the
bed.

It was a little weird with the baby at first, but after stammering through one
truly mortifying conversation with his dad, Kurt learned that just having sex
wouldn’t hurt him or the baby. Which was a good thing, because Kurt was seven
months along now and his hormones were still making him want Blaine all the
time. He’d wake up all slick between his thighs sometimes, embarrassed
that that part hadn’t gone away after his heat either, but Blaine would just
make little growling noises and cling to Kurt, rocking his hips forward until
Kurt started to beg.

“Blaine,” Kurt breathed out, nuzzling his cheek against his mate’s. “I- I need
you.”

“I know, sweetheart,” Blaine said, his nose skimming over Kurt’s jaw. “Let’s
get to our bed, okay?”

Kurt nodded, letting Blaine lead him to their bedroom. He didn’t have to start
undressing himself, because he knew Blaine would do it for him, and sure
enough, Blaine was easing Kurt onto the bed and unbuttoning his shirt while
pressing sweet kisses over Kurt’s lips, smiling as his fingers skimmed down
over Kurt’s belly.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” Blaine said, looking down between them and
pressing his palm over Kurt’s round stomach. Blaine went to sleep almost every
night with his hand over their baby, always smiling into Kurt’s shoulder
whenever the baby started to do some serious kicking (Kurt was just glad at
least one of them could enjoy it). “You have no idea how much it turns me on,
seeing you big with our baby,” Blaine groaned.

“C'mon,” Kurt breathed, flushing at Blaine’s words, and Blaine helped Kurt with
his pants, getting him naked and spread out on the bed. Kurt was grateful for
the cool air and the soft bed underneath him, even if a small part of him
always felt self-conscious to have Blaine just blatantly staring at him like
this. 

“Blaine,” Kurt said, lifting up to his elbows, but Blaine just smiled at him
and leaned down to kiss Kurt deeply before pulling back and nuzzling his nose
into Kurt’s neck, his warm lips dragging over the skin.

“Sorry. I just like seeing you and knowing you’re all mine.”

“I know the feeling,” Kurt said with a smile. “Please, Blaine.”

“I’ve got you,” Blaine whispered back, sliding his hand down Kurt’s side and
petting at his hip before standing, quickly shucking off his own clothes.

Kurt let himself stare shamelessly, watching muscle slide under skin while
Blaine got undressed, shoving his pants down to reveal his hard cock, already
thick and dark with arousal. And it was for him. Kurt let his head drop back
down on the bed as Blaine crawled forward, kissing Kurt slowly and reaching
down between his legs.

“You’re already wet,” Blaine said against Kurt’s mouth, fingers brushing down
over Kurt’s hole, and Kurt spread his legs wider, feeling the ache start to
build for Blaine inside.

“Oh,” Kurt moaned as Blaine slid two fingers inside, working them in slowly.
Kurt could feel his stomach tighten at the stretch, the way heat flared up. It
wasn’t as urgent as it was the first time they mated but it was still good,
making Kurt temporarily forget the aches and pains of pregnancy to focus
instead on the way Blaine was working him open, trailing kisses down Kurt’s
neck and chest.

Kurt’s nipples were already hard, swollen up tight on his chest, and he gasped
when Blaine’s lips brushed over one, fitting his lips around it and starting to
suck.

They were so sensitive, and seemed to get even more sensitive every day, to the
point where Kurt would wear shirts with low necklines on purpose, just waiting
for Blaine to cuddle up to him and bury his face against Kurt’s chest. He loved
the moments when Blaine would take Kurt’s sore nipples into his mouth, sucking
gently while Kurt curled his fingers into Blaine’s hair and keened softly at
the hot, tugging pressure of Blaine’s mouth.

“Soon, baby,” Blaine whispered, and he drew his fingers out, moving down the
bed until he was settling between Kurt’s spread legs. Kurt whined at the loss,
but he was more than ready for Blaine’s cock now. He and Blaine had sex so
often that it didn’t take Kurt as long to adjust as it used to, and Kurt was
too grateful for it to be embarrassed.

It wasn’t the easiest position for them, for Blaine to take him while Kurt was
lying on his back, but Blaine loved looking at him and Kurt loved being lazy,
even if his belly got in the way and Blaine couldn’t lean down as close as he
used to be able to.

“Look at you,” Blaine breathed out, eyes dark as he let his cock slide over
Kurt’s hole a few times, rubbing between his legs and getting slick before he
started to press in. Kurt dropped his legs open wider, closing his eyes and
bracing himself against the thick push of Blaine’s cock, the way it spread him
open and filled him up.

“Please,” Kurt moaned as soon as Blaine was pressed deep, hips twitching as he
let Kurt get used to the stretch, and then Blaine was moving, sliding in and
out in slow, deep thrusts.

Kurt grabbed at the sheets, feeling the bright heat flare up when Blaine sped
his hips up, leaning over Kurt as best as he could and dropping kisses to his
chest, the dip of his throat. Kurt moaned, hooking his legs around the back of
Blaine’s thighs to try to get him closer, deeper. Blaine must have been able to
tell, because he growled, nipping at Kurt’s throat and working his cock in at
an angle that made the ache grow stronger, made Kurt whine and arch up as much
as he could like this.

“Kurt,” Blaine said hoarsely, and Kurt moaned in response, his head still
thrown back until Blaine kissed his cheek, reaching up to cup his face. “Kurt,
baby, look.”

Kurt blinked his eyes open, following Blaine’s gaze to where he was staring at
Kurt’s chest. It took him a second to realize what it was, but then he gasped,
flushing in embarrassment. He had only heard about this happening to some
omegas, not all of them, and usually it was at the very end of their pregnancy.
“Blaine, I–”

“Fuck,” Blaine groaned, cupping one side of Kurt’s swollen chest, where his
nipple was still hard but now slowly leaking milk. At least - Kurt assumed it
was milk, although it looked a little clearer than milk, a little watery. He
could feel it now, dripping down his chest, and he would have started babbling
out apologies if Blaine hadn’t leaned forward, closing his lips around a nipple
and sucking hard.

“Blaine!” Kurt gasped, fingers blindly reaching up for Blaine’s hair while
Blaine kept sucking hungrily. He moaned around Kurt’s nipple, the sound
vibrating and sending shivers down Kurt’s spine, and since Blaine’s hips were
still, Kurt realized he could feel it, too. He could feel the dragging pull
each time Blaine sucked, so much more than when they went through the motions
for foreplay. Blaine was actually feeding from him.

“Oh my god,” Kurt said weakly, closing his eyes when Blaine’s hips started to
grind forward again, fucking into Kurt while he sucked. He kept moaning around
Kurt’s nipple, his tongue soothing over the tip while he swallowed, and Kurt
didn’t even think about telling Blaine to stop because it felt so good.

Blaine started to snap his hips forward harder, more frantic, in a way that
Kurt knew meant he was close. Kurt felt dizzy, realizing how much Blaine was
enjoying this, actually getting to feed from him for once after talking about
it for so long. Kurt tried to tilt his hips up so Blaine could slide in deeper
and Blaine switched to the other nipple, making a rough noise against Kurt’s
skin before he started sucking.

“You taste so good,” Blaine said, licking at the swollen tip of Kurt’s nipple
and holding himself up so he could fuck Kurt harder. Kurt felt his stomach
tightening faster, heat spreading, and all it took was Blaine sucking again for
Kurt to come, grabbing at Blaine and gasping out as he squeezed around Blaine,
his own cock jerking down between them.

“God, Kurt,” Blaine grit out, licking his lips and tucking his face against
Kurt’s chest as he kept thrusting. It didn’t take him long before his hips were
stilling, his cock pulsing inside Kurt as he came. He pulled out after a minute
and then settled in next to Kurt, petting down between Kurt’s legs when Kurt
whined from the loss. He was too sensitive to go again, and too exhausted on
top of that, but it always felt weird when Blaine pulled out, empty and too
slick.

“My beautiful mate,” Blaine breathed into Kurt’s neck, nuzzling at his sweat-
slick skin as Kurt’s heartbeat started to settle. He felt the baby kick a few
minutes later and rolled his eyes, grabbing Blaine’s hand so Blaine could feel
it too. “And my beautiful pup, too,” Blaine added, pressing a smile into Kurt’s
shoulder.

“I feel like I could sleep for days, but I know I’m going to be up in a few
hours to pee,” Kurt groaned, and Blaine laughed, leaning over Kurt to kiss him
slowly. Kurt could taste something sweet on his tongue, and he realized that he
was probably tasting his own milk. It should’ve been weirder than it was, but
it just made Kurt flush again, thinking about how much Blaine had enjoyed it.

“Then sleep, sweetheart. I’ll take care of cleaning up.” Blaine’s eyes
glittered when he said it, and Kurt’s breath hitched as Blaine’s lips dropped
back down to his nipple, licking up the droplets of milk that had leaked on his
skin. 

“Do you really like it that much?” Kurt blurted out, and Blaine glanced up at
him, hand still rubbing slow circles over their restless baby.

“It’s… so much better than I had imagined all this time,” Blaine admitted,
giving Kurt a soft smile. “It’s thin, and really sweet and warm, but I like it.
I like that it’s yours, that I’m drinking from you.” Blaine closed his eyes as
Kurt pet through his hair, watching Blaine smile again when he rested his cheek
over Kurt’s heart. “You’re going to be an amazing father, Kurt.”

“Funny,” Kurt said, shivering as Blaine started to slide down Kurt’s body to
clean up the rest of him. “I was just going to say the same about you.”


-

3 months later


“Hey, sleepy,” Blaine said, sitting next to Kurt on the bed and peering down at
their son. Logan’s head jerked where he was resting in Kurt’s arms, his big
eyes staring up at Blaine with the same fascination he seemed to stare at
everything else, but his feet kicked out in a way they always did when he was
happy at the sound of Blaine’s voice. “Hey, other sleepy,” Blaine said to his
son with a smile, brushing his thumb over Logan’s forehead, and Kurt watched
their baby’s long eyelashes flutter. He already had a mess of dark hair, just
starting to curl, also most definitely inherited from Blaine.

“He just woke up,” Kurt said after Blaine kissed his cheek and nuzzled against
Kurt’s neck in greeting. “I’m savoring the few blissful moments I get before he
starts screaming or wanting to eat.”

“Poor thing,” Blaine said with a pout, rubbing at the back of Kurt’s neck while
Logan looked up at them both, kicking his feet up and moving his mouth at them
like he was trying to smile. Smiles were still pretty rare, since Logan was
easily distracted, but Kurt was perfectly happy with the way Logan clung to
Kurt while he nursed, or fell asleep with his little cheek pillowed on Blaine’s
chest. It wasn’t that hard to see how in love they both were with their son, a
month old already and growing more each day.

“I was thinking we could have my dad over again, maybe next week? The baby’s
growing so fast, and it breaks my heart to think of him missing out on it.”

“I think that sounds wonderful,” Blaine said, nuzzling against Kurt’s cheek
again. “Did I tell you that Rachel already called and offered to babysit if we
need…” Blaine paused, waggling his eyebrows at Kurt. “Alone time?”

“She didn’t,” Kurt gasped, but then he started laughing, shifting Logan closer.
“What am I saying, of course she did.”

“I don’t know, maybe it’s a good idea,” Blaine said in a low voice, and Kurt
rolled his eyes as Blaine kissed underneath his ear, ignoring the shiver it
sent down his spine and the way heat was creeping into his face.

“Blaine.”

“I know, I know,” Blaine sighed, giving Kurt one last nuzzle before standing
up. “Am I bringing dinner in here when it’s done?”

“I think so,” Kurt said as Logan started to fuss. Blaine picked him up and
tried shushing him, stroking over his back as Kurt pulled his shirt off and
held his arms back out for the baby.

“Enjoy, little guy,” Blaine said with a smile and a gentle kiss to his forehead
before handing Logan back, and Kurt felt his face wrinkle up in a smile when
Blaine kissed his forehead too before pulling back. Kurt settled up against the
headboard and cradled Logan close, sharing a fond look with his mate, warmth
spreading through his chest, before Blaine finally left. 


-

3 years later


“Maybe we should wait another month,” Kurt said nervously, petting through
Logan’s hair while he dug in the dirt behind their house with his little
shovel. Kurt gave up trying to keep him clean years ago, and anyway, Logan was
a weird kid who actually enjoyed bath time.

Blaine rolled his eyes, sliding an arm around Kurt’s waist and kissing his
temple. “You can’t keep him from shifting forever. You know he’s been getting
more and more restless during full moons, and soon he won’t be able to help
it.”

“I know, I know.” Kurt sighed, watching Logan hobble a few feet over in the
yard to start collecting twigs, picking them up in his chubby little fists.
“You’ll look after him?”

“Of course I will. But I think he’d like you to shift too. Have his whole pack
there with him.” Blaine nuzzled his nose into Kurt’s neck and Kurt smiled,
reaching out his hand when Logan came running back to him to hand him some
twigs.

“Well thank you, sweetheart,” Kurt said, taking the twigs and not-so-subtly
dropping them behind his back while Blaine took Logan’s hand, kneeling down on
the ground in front of him.

“I’ve got a big boy job for you today, Logan. Do you think you can do it for
me?”

“Of course!” Logan said fiercely, still pronouncing his r’s as w’s, and Kurt
watched fondly as he tried to stand a little straighter in front of Blaine.

“You know how me and daddy tell you how important it is to hold back when you
want to go running with me at night?”

Logan nodded, frowning. Sometimes he would sit with his face pressed to the
window and make little growling noises, but Kurt always just rolled his eyes
and dragged Logan back to bed. There was no doubt he was starting to feel the
pull of his own wolf inside, but they didn’t want to teach him about this too
early.

“Well, me and daddy both decided that you’re big enough now to play…” Blaine
paused, exchanging a quick look with Kurt. “Wolf Time.” Kurt tried not to
snicker at the name Logan gave the times when Blaine would transform during the
moon. “Would you like to do that?”

“Yes yes yes!” Logan said excitedly, stomping in place in front of Blaine.
Blaine laughed and hugged Logan close, rubbing over his back before standing
back up.

“Come over by me, Logan,” Kurt said, holding out his hand, and Logan rushed
over to Kurt’s side, hugging his leg while Kurt and Blaine shared a look. Kurt
nodded, and Blaine gave Logan a big smile before closing his eyes and shifting
quickly, his figure blurring until there was just a big wolf in his place,
shaking out his fur and trotting in a few circles while Logan watched with wide
eyes.

“Me next!” Logan looked up at Kurt, his big eyes sparkling as he tugged at
Kurt’s hand. “Daddy, daddy, menext!”

Kurt laughed, leaning down to kiss Logan’s forehead. “Yes, baby, you next. You
see how papa’s a big wolf now? I want you to focus on papa, and focus on
everything you smell and hear. And then just let go, sweetheart.”

Logan looked a little uncertain, but before Kurt could say anything else,
Blaine was trotting over, nuzzling gently at Logan’s cheek. Logan had met
Blaine as a wolf before, of course, and he reached up to pet over Blaine’s
snout, giggling when Blaine licked his hand. 

Logan closed his eyes, one hand fisted into Blaine’s fur, and Kurt watched,
tense, for a full minute before Logan’s eyes flew open.

He gasped, and Kurt fought the urge to reach forward and gather his baby up in
his arms when Logan started to shift. It wouldn’t hurt that much, not with
Logan so young and the moon only half full, but Kurt could only imagine how
confusing it was. He held his breath and then there was a little grey wolf pup
in Logan’s place, all fluffy with his baby fur, his nose and paws still pink.

“He did it,” Kurt said quietly, feeling warm relief flood his chest as Logan
shook twice and then, startling all three of them, sneezing with a high-pitched
little yip.

Logan fell back on his butt and Kurt laughed, covering his mouth as he watched
Blaine walk over and nuzzle at Logan’s belly, helping him back up. Logan hopped
up and howled, a high and sweet arooo, and then started to bounce energetically
in Blaine’s direction, running between his paws and trying to tackle Blaine
despite being four times smaller.

Kurt could just feel Blaine rolling his eyes, and he smiled down at Blaine when
he went and nuzzled Kurt’s hand, looking up at him expectantly. Logan was still
galloping around Blaine’s paws, pouncing every leaf and twig he could find, and
Kurt feigned an exasperated sigh when Blaine pointedly nudged his hand.

“Oh, alright,” Kurt said, closing his eyes and shifting to be with his family -
his mate, his baby. His pack.


-


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