#karinmarren

The boy turned around with a big smile, the corners of his mouth slowly relaxing, making his smile fade, when he saw Kurt.

"Yes?" he asked impatiently.

"Sorry," Kurt said, frowning at the boy. "I just... thought you were someone else." It was a smooth lie, and it fell easily off of his lips.

The boy eyed him questioningly, looking at Kurt's face intensely like he was trying to read it.

"Okay," he said then, his voice melodic but curt. He turned around and left, and Kurt let him, watching him until he was out of sight.

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He was half sitting, half lying on the couch in his living room, reading an old copy of Vogue as he waited for Rachel to get home and pull him out of his boredom. Of course, she was on a date with Brody tonight, so he'd probably be waiting a lot longer.

That was when he heard it. It was a swishing sound, like a gust of wind from someone running by you. Kurt bolted upright, looking around the room. 

Of course, there was no one there but him. 

Call it intuition or a sixth sense, but Kurt found himself going back to the window to look out, the same window he'd looked out of before when he'd seen the hair. 

And he heard it again; the swishing sound. But this time it was louder, and accompanied by sounds of something scratching against the sidewalk. 

Reaching out with shaky hands, Kurt unhatched the window and pulled it wide open, leaning out and looking left and right down the street. 

He didn't see anything. No hair, no... wolf. No nothing. 

Sighing, Kurt leaned back inside, closing the window behind him. 

When he turned around to go back to his magazine, he jumped two feet backwards and yelped as he saw the blonde guy standing in the middle of the room.

It was the same guy from earlier that day. He was watching Kurt, eyes narrowed and head titled to the side. 

Kurt was painfully aware of the face that the guy was completely stark naked.

"Can I... h-help you?" Kurt stuttered, making a point of not letting his eyes trail down the long neck, the toned chest and abs, the v-shape leading down to- yes, he was definitely keeping his eyes upward. 

"I'm... Adam," the guy said, sounding distracted. He took slow steps towards Kurt, watching him with fascination. "And you're... Kurt."

"How do you know my name?" Kurt asked breathlessly.

"You're him, aren't you?" Adam asked.

"...Him who?"

"Him," Adam said, accenting the word. He stopped right in front of Kurt, literally right in front of him, their chests pressed together, hips aligned. Adam was so close that Kurt's head was starting to spin, nose filled with the strong scent of sweat and masculine, dirty and musky like sex. 

Kurt gulped. 

"I don't know what you're talking about or who you are or why you're in my living room naked but I'm pretty sure that I-"

Kurt stopped speaking abruptly as Adam leaned in and dragged his nose along Kurt's cheek and neck, inhaling his scent deeply. Kurt was strangely weirded out and turned on by it at the same time.

"You're him," Adam said against this skin, before licking a long stripe back up his neck, making Kurt moan brokenly.

"Who?" Kurt pressed.

Adam gave an experimental bite to Kurt's neck, proceeding to sooth the spot his his tongue. Kurt gripped Adam's shoulder to keep himself upright, feeling the pit of his stomach stir with arousal. 

When Adam leaned back and looked into Kurt's eyes, his eyes were at least ten shades darker than before.