#kblreversebang2013

  Kurt should have known this wouldn’t be a normal day.

  Isabelle has never asked him to come in on the weekend, so the early morning wake-up call was a little surprising to say the least.  Apparently, someone found out they were going to get fired and decided to go out like a diva destroying all of the clothes and accessories for the weekend shoot. Kurt agreed to come help his desperate boss since everyone knew the actress for this particular spread was not going to accept a reschedule.

  He threw himself together and made it to the subway with near-perfect timing.  This would definitely get him brownie points, so the sooner he got to work the better.

  The ride into the city is usually occupied with listening to his iPod, but instead he mentally coordinates outfits and sketches out options on his pad.  The subway is relatively empty, so it’s hard not to miss the guy across from him with his head in his hands.

  Kurt continues to sketch, looking up every so often in curiosity. 

  As the train nears his stop, he gathers his things and stands.  A noise behind him catches his attention and he turns to see the guy, face now uncovered, practically hyperventilating in his seat.

  “Are you okay?”

  The guy shakes his head and grabs a bar trying to stand.

  Kurt takes a step closer, unsure exactly what he’s planning to do.

  “Just sit back down, take some deep breaths.”

  “Have to… get off…” 

  The guy pushes past Kurt, knocking him over into the seat, and runs out the doors as soon as they open.

  Kurt looks around at his scattered papers and quickly starts gathering them up.  He’ll worry later about how he knelt on such a filthy floor.  He picks the last one up off a bag on the floor next to where the other guy was sitting.  His hesitation is just long enough for the doors to close.  As he stands up, he sees the stranger running back to the car.

  “My bag!”

  Kurt picks it up and makes eye contact with him.  “Meet me at the next station.”

  The guy looks absolutely frightened and pale.

  Kurt mimes as the subway car pulls away.

  You.  Me.  Next station.

  He thinks about what could be in the bag to make someone look so scared.  For the briefest of moments, he contemplates looking, but he doesn’t want to invade someone’s privacy.  The next stop isn’t far and Kurt plants himself in a seat to wait. 

  It’s a long six minutes.

  When the next train pulls up, the guy is staring right at Kurt through the door window with a look of pure relief.

  “Oh my god, thank you, thank you, thank you.”  He throws his arms around Kurt in a tight hug before he realizes what he’s done and pulls away apologizing.  Kurt just stands there awkwardly, unsure what to do.  “I wasn’t sure if you would actually be here.”

  “Well, I, uhh…  I told you I would meet you at the next station, so here I am.”

  “I know, but you could have taken my bag and just run.  My wallet’s in there…  my phone.”

  “I’m not the thief type.”

  “Of course, I didn’t mean to imply that. I’m babbling, I’m sorry.  And I’m so sorry for knocking into you back there.  I swear I didn’t mean to do that.”

  “Are you okay?”

  “I just… I couldn’t breathe and I just had to run.  Like when you’re underwater and you’re running out of air, but you can see the surface.  As soon as I did it, I realized I left my bag and that made me panic even more.”

  “Understandable.  Losing your wallet and phone would’ve been a major inconvenience.“

  “Yeah, but that’s not what I was worried about.  I just visited my family and there are, um, things in there that can’t be replaced.”

  Kurt just stares, not sure what to say.  The boy’s face is the picture of sadness, his mind consumed by a flurry of thoughts.

  “My mom died.  And I have a bunch of her old pictures and letters.  I just… she was really someone special.”

  Kurt wants to reach out, wants to hold his hand and say I know that feeling.  Instead, he says, “I’m sorry.”

  The guy nods his head and tries to school his emotions again.  “I’m Blaine by the way.  Blaine Anderson.”

  Kurt takes the proffered hand and shakes it.  “Kurt Hummel.”

  “Kurt, I’m really sorry again for knocking into you.”

  “It’s okay, I promise.”  He looks at the clock over Blaine’s shoulder. “Oh no, I have to go.  I really have to be at work and I’m actually past my stop, so I have to hustle back.”

  “I’m so sorry.”

  “Stop apologizing – really.  I’m just glad I could get you your bag back.  You really shouldn’t carry stuff like that around all the time though.”

  “I won’t.  I’m actually heading to work myself.  I couldn’t bear the thought of going home to an empty apartment so I just headed here from the airport. It’s been the absolute worst week of my life.  And oh my god, you don’t care.  I can’t stop the stream of words coming out of my mouth.”

  Kurt gives him a small smile.  “You shouldn’t be alone right now.  Is there someone you can call?”

  “I’m fine.  You should go, though.  Don’t let me ruin your morning even more.”

  “You didn’t ruin it.  In fact, maybe we could get some coffee later or something.”

  Blaine lets out a sigh and then shakes his head.  “Thank you, but I’ll be fine.”

  “I just meant—“

  “I know what you meant.”

  Kurt thinks he might have crossed a line.  He wasn’t hitting on Blaine, but obviously his invitation was misinterpreted.   The time grabs his attention again and he’s backing away before he realizes it.

  “Well, if you ever need someone to talk to, I work in Isabelle Wright’s office at the Vogue.com offices.  Just look up her number and I’m the only Kurt up there.”

  He receives a smile from Blaine in response and he can’t believe just how much different Blaine looks.  His whole face lights up.

  “Thanks again, Kurt.”

  When he’s around the corner and out of sight, Kurt turns and runs.  He’s got a few extra blocks to go since this isn’t the right stop, but he doesn’t care.  Isabelle will be upset that it took him so long, he probably won’t get home until late, and his mind is completely scattered.

  Somehow, he doesn’t care and he wishes he could turn around and help someone that looked so lost.  But he can’t force his help or company on a stranger.

  So… back to his normal not-normal life.

    ***

  Blaine hates when people pity him.  He isn’t very close to his father or brother.  He doesn’t have a lot of friends.  And now his closest confidante and best friend is gone.  He won’t feel sorry for himself and he won’t let others do it either.

  Kurt seemed completely genuine, but Blaine was never good about letting people in - less chance of being hurt in the long run.

  But with Kurt going completely out of his way this morning to help Blaine… well, that made him wish maybe he’d accepted the offer for coffee.  He could have properly thanked Kurt then instead of the desperate babbling with his red-rimmed eyes in the subway station.

  He powered up his computer in the back office of the store and did a little searching.  He’d find a way to thank Kurt, even if it wasn’t in person.

  ***

  It starts with a cupcake.

  Well, technically it starts with two dozen cupcakes.

  The box greets him as he drops down at his desk already tired and ready for the day to be over so the weekend can start.

  “Kitty, what’s this?”

  The young intern looks up at him annoyed.  “What does it look like?”

  “Well, it looks like a pink box from Bowtie Bakery which leads me to believe there is something sweet in it.  But why is it on my desk?”

  “The delivery guy said it was for you.  And it’s cupcakes.”

  “You opened something that was sent to me?”

  “Calm down, I just peeked.  They’re actually really awesome – look!”

  Kurt lifts the lid and sees the sheet of cupcakes - each one a gourmet delight individually decorated with something Vogue or fashion related. 

  “These are great.  I bet they’re actually for Isabelle’s birthday since she’s taking off next week.”

  “Or you have a secret admirer.”

  Kurt rolls his eyes and carries the box into Isabelle’s office. 

  He mentally calculates how many hours of ‘Dancing to the Oldies’ it will take to burn the calories.  After his first cupcake, he doesn’t care.

  ***

  Being at the shop served to both distract Blaine and help him execute some of his new ideas.  It was amazing how quickly he could get lost in thought and still decorate something perfectly.  Sugar and Brittany ran the front of the shop, allowing him to focus on what he did best.

  He can’t help but smile as he places the last of the fondant cutouts on the cake.  He honestly loves his job, especially when he knows who would be receiving a certain cake.  He sets it aside with the rest of the morning deliveries and starts on the next order.

  It’s hard to be sad when you’re surrounded by sweets.

  ***

  Another pink box waits for him at his desk on Friday morning and Kurt eyes it suspiciously before checking for a card.

  “Kitty, why is this on my desk?  And if you say something snarky about me and sugar, I will cut a hole in your favorite purse.”

  “It was here when I got in.”

  “But it’s not addressed to anyone.”

  “Annie at the front said it was for you.  Some guy delivered it and she brought it back.”

  “What guy?”

  “Uh, the delivery guy.”

  “Do you realize how incredibly unhelpful you are?  It’s probably just for the office.  It’s from that same bakery as last week.”

  “You’re probably right you know, since you don’t have a man to send you nice things.”

  Kurt’s glare proves less effective as he sits behind a pink cake box.  He lifts the lid and finds himself just staring.  Inside, he finds a round cake with “I ♥ NY” on the top and “New York City” spelled out with subway route circles around the sides.

  His face instantly lights up at the thought of someone putting so much detail into something so small.  Kitty appears over his shoulder and makes a sound of approval.

  “I want a piece with the heart.”

  “Who said you could have any of my cake?”

  “Oh, so it is for you now?”

  Kurt sputtered.  “No, I just mean, maybe…  Ugh, whatever.”

  He tries to subtly take a picture of it before cutting a piece for himself and sharing the rest with the office.  When he gets home that night, he stares at the picture on his phone until the screen blacks out.

  It feels good to have someone do something nice for him – even if he wasn’t sure who or why.

  ***

  Kurt’s in earlier than usual, but he tells himself it’s because he’s got so much to do for the day.  The fact that it’s Friday and he’s hoping for another morning delivery are mere coincidences.  He makes Annie swear she will call him when the delivery guy comes.

  It doesn’t take long and Kurt finds himself speed walking to reception.  Kurt’s not sure exactly who he expected, but a blond surfer-looking guy was not it.

  “Kurt Hummel?”

  “Yes.  That’s me.  I’m Kurt.” 

  “Great.  Here’s your delivery.”

  The guy hands the box over and turns away.

  “No, wait wait wait.  Who are they from?”

  “Dude, I’m just the delivery guy.  I get a name and an address and that’s where I go.”

  “But some random person is sending these to me.  I need to know who it is.”

  “Call the bakery – maybe they can help.”

  Kurt looks down at the box in his hands with disdain.  Of course that doesn’t stop him from opening the lid to find cookies of all shapes and sizes, decorated to look like Broadway signs and playbills.

  He sulks back to his desk, emotion wavering between disappointment and annoyance.

  “Another secret admirer delivery?”

  “Yes and I’m not at all happy about it.”

  Kitty fixes him with a disbelieving look.

  “I’m not!  Have you tasted any of the things I’ve received?”

  “Of course.  They’re delicious.”

  “Exactly!  I feel obligated to eat everything that’s sent.  My waistline is not happy about it and I have no one to blame but myself!”

  “You’re right.  I saw you go back for thirds last week and who knows how many cupcakes you had the week before.”  She winks and dodges the pen he throws in her direction.

  “Shut up.”  He opens the box and grabs a Les Misérables cookie.  “Now come over here and help me eat these.”

  ***

  Blaine hears from Sam that Kurt was waiting for the delivery.  Unfortunately, Sam doesn’t pay much attention, so when Blaine asks how Kurt looked and if he was happy, Sam just shrugs and grabs a leftover cupcake from the day.

  It doesn’t matter though.  Blaine isn’t doing this for any other reason than to make Kurt happy.  And who doesn’t like sweets?

  He goes through each of the special orders for the week and wanders around the store while the girls close up.  If anyone notices the extra skip in his step, they don’t mention it.

  ***

  Kurt plans to spend his Saturday curled up on the couch watching his cheesy reality TV shows.  He’s not in the mood to do much else and he knows Rachel will be leaving to spend the day with Brody.

  He’s halfway through the first show on his DVR when Rachel plops down next to him.

  “Why are you sulking?”

  “What?  I’m not sulking.  I’m being lazy.”

  “It’s noon, you’re still in your pajamas, and you’re watching the Bad Girls Club.”

  “I like this show.  They get all catty and throw mattresses in the pool.”

  “Kurt—what’s wrong?”

  “Nothing.  Just go have fun with Brody.”

  “Does this have anything to do with the cookies you brought home and tried to sneakily eat before bed?”

  Kurt turns just enough to level her with a glare.  “Fine.  Yes!  I keep getting these bakery deliveries at work and I don’t know who they’re from.”

  “Like a secret admirer?”

  “I don’t know!  There’s no note, the delivery guy doesn’t know anything, and I can’t turn them away because they are like sugary heaven.”

  “Where are they from?”

  “Some little place called Bowtie Bakery.  I searched it online and it looks like they do a lot of custom order stuff.”

  Rachel nods, typing into her phone.  When she brings the phone up to her ear, Kurt raises an eyebrow.

  “What are you doing?”

  Rachel bats away his hand.  “Hi, yes.  I received a couple deliveries from your store, but they didn’t have a note or sender’s name or anything.  Can you look that up for me?”

  Kurt’s stare is filled with a tinge of embarrassment and a whole lot of hope.

  “Yes, but surely—  mmm hmm.  That won’t be necessary, thank you.”

  She gives Kurt a shrug and hangs up the phone as she stands to leave.

  “Wait, what did they say?”

  “They can’t give out that information, but they can make a note in their system to not send anymore deliveries to your address.  I figured you wouldn’t want to go that far.”

  Kurt pulls the blanket back up over his shoulder and starts his show again.  Rachel pats him on the head like a sick child and heads out.

  He thinks for a moment about calling them back to have them cancel any future orders, but quickly decides against it.  This mystery person has to show themselves eventually.

  ***

  Kurt’s not sure if he dreads Fridays or looks forward to them.

  Who is he kidding?  He absolutely loves them and today is no exception.  He gets to work early – not because he’s waiting for the delivery guy, but because he’s just in a really good mood.  His hair coifed perfectly on the first try, he found an old favorite shirt in the back of his closet, and things were lightening up at work.

  He’s so engrossed in a project that Isabelle gave him that he barely registers the time until Kitty is dropping a salad on his desk

  “It’s lunch already?”

  “No, I just happened to bring you your favorite salad at another random time of the day.”

  Kurt isn’t even the least bit annoyed with her.  When he stops to wonder why, he remembers what day it is.  And then he remembers the time and he can’t help but feel disappointed.

  “You don’t have to eat it.”

  “No, I appreciate it.  I just—there wasn’t a delivery today.”

  Kitty just shrugs and eats her salad.  “The day isn’t over yet.”

  Kurt forces a smile and nods.

  But the day ticks closer and closer to quitting time with no deliveries and Kurt never thought he could be this disappointed over a box of treats.

  He sulks the entire way home and tells Rachel to leave him alone when she tries to rattle off some stupid story Brody told her.

  It’s really not that big of a deal.  At least that’s what Kurt tells himself as he goes to bed early.

  ***

  The next Friday, Kurt purposely shows up a little later than usual.  He tells himself not to get his hopes up, but there’s still a tiny bit of hope for a pink box to be waiting for him.  As he rounds the corner to his desk, he can’t help the urge to turn around and go back home.

  Three weeks of someone sending him something to brighten his Friday.  It’s not like anyone owed him anything.  He’s an idiot for being disappointed.

  “Do you want me to run out and get some coffee and muffins?”

  Kurt doesn’t think he’s ever heard Kitty offer to do that.  “Excuse me?”

  “Coffee.  Muffins.  My treat.”

  “No thanks.  Not really hungry.”

  There’s a long silence where Kurt just tries to focus on work.  He lets out a sigh and sets down his pen.

  “It was nice while it lasted, right?”

  Kitty’s giving him a smile that he thinks is supposed to be encouraging, but it looks odd on her face.  He knows what she’s referencing though and he nods and smiles back.

  It was nice while it lasted.

  ***

  Blaine is sick.

  Sicker than sick.  He doesn’t even know how many days it’s been since he ventured out of his apartment.  The store had to cancel multiple orders and Sugar and Brittany did their best to fill some others.

  Blaine’s life has become a horrible cycle of sleeping, coughing fits, and dizzy spells.  He’s living on Gatorade and crackers and he’s fairly certain that he would welcome death if it came.

  Later, he’ll roll his eyes and say it was the fever talking.

  But for now, life really, really sucks.

  ***

  He’s in the middle of taking notes for Isabelle when he sees it.  Surfer dude with a large pink box.

  “Kurt?”

  He looks at his boss, smile still plastered across his face.  “I’m sorry, what was that last bit?”

  “Let’s take a break.  Go see what’s in that box and save me some.”  She winks as Kurt practically leaps out of his chair.

  Kitty is sitting at her desk trying to pretend like she’s disinterested.

  “It’s bigger than before.”

  “That’s what she said?”

  Kurt raises an eyebrow and ignores the inappropriate reference.  “Get your butt over here and open this with me.”

  Kitty throws down her pen, acting annoyed, but her smile gives her away.

  When Kurt pulls open the lid, he’s not sure what he expected, but it definitely wasn’t this.  They carefully pull out the three-layer cake covered with the New York skyline, Broadway shows, and other famous NY sites.

  “Is that the Statue of Liberty?  I call dibs.”

  Kurt’s not even a little shy when he pulls out his camera and takes multiple pictures.  He’s never seen a more unique and intricately decorated cake.  It must’ve taken hours.

  For the first time, there’s a note.

  Two extra layers for the Fridays I missed… J

  Kurt wants to cry just a little bit, but he knows Kitty will make fun of him.  He kind of doesn’t really care.

  Now he’s even more determined to figure out who his mystery sender is.

  ***

  Kurt stands a little awkwardly by the door, watching mostly tourists walk by.  He arrived well before the bakery opened in hopes of catching the manager.  Kurt’s prepared to offer her money or one of the many free designer bags that they have it work.  There’s no way he’s leaving here without a name.

  So when he sees a curiously familiar face approaching, he can’t help but be confused.

  “What are you doing here?”

  The other man looks up surprised, nearly tripping over his own foot.  “I--  uhh…  Hi.  Kurt.  Nice to see you again.”

  “Blaine, right?  From the subway.  How are you?”

  “Well… good.  Yep, definitely good.”

  “It’s so strange to run into you again.”

  “Not as strange as you might think.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Well…  you, uhh—you’re actually blocking the door to my bakery.”

  Kurt looks behind him like he momentarily forgot where he was.  “Bowtie Bakery?”

  “Yah.  Do you want to come in?”

  Blaine unlocks the door and holds it open, Kurt still staring at him until the mental blocks finally fit together.

  “It was you.  You sent me all those things.”

  “Guilty.”  Blaine looks sheepish and Kurt has a million thoughts racing through his head.  He walks past Blaine into the dark store, words somehow not coming together in his head.

  “Did you like them?  The cupcakes and the cookies and the cakes?  I didn’t really know what you liked so I guessed and improvised.  And then Sam was like NO help at all in telling me what your reactions were so I was just hoping—“

  “You’re babbling.”

  “Yes.  I tend to do that around you.”

  “I just… I guess I don’t understand.  Why didn’t you just say they were from you?”

  “I don’t know.  I didn’t really know if you would think it was creepy or nice.  I mean, I just wanted to thank you for being so kind to me that day.  And I’m not exactly good with words or people.  But I’m really good when it comes cakes.”

  “Why would it be creepy?”

  “You know… maybe you didn’t want to actually hear from me.”

  “I was the one that invited you to coffee that day.  And told you where I work.”

  “You could’ve just been being nice.”

  “Well, I was trying to be nice.  But I also honestly wanted to talk more with you.”

  Blaine’s face spreads into a smile, lighting up just like Kurt remembers.

  “So who did you think they were from?”

  “I really don’t know.  Nobody’s ever done something like that for me before.  Which is probably why I came down here today prepared to bribe someone into giving me the sender’s info.”

  They both laugh, any tension or awkwardness between them now gone.

  “I have to go to work, but now I know where to find you.  I didn’t know it was you I was looking for, but I’m glad I finally found you.”

  “It’s good to be found.”

  The slight blush on Blaine’s cheeks makes Kurt’s face heat up and he takes a step towards the door trying to hide it.

  “So are you still going to send me sweet treats now that I know it’s you?”

  Kurt can’t help but look hopeful, especially when Blaine responds without hesitation.

  “I’ll send them every week until you tell me to stop.”

  Kurt can’t stop the blush or the ear-to-ear smile on his face.  “I’ll see you soon, then.”

  Blaine nods.  “We’ll get that coffee.”

  He makes it nearly a block before he starts giggling like a schoolgirl and doing a happy dance.  Strangers be damned, Kurt Hummel is happy.

  ***

      3 months later

    Kurt knows he’s being extra sensitive about it, but he can’t help it.  He’ll probably never be comfortable with it, which is why he won’t bring it up.

  But it’s the way Blaine settles over him when they watch a movie, or how his hand seems to rub unconsciously as they kiss.  Sometimes Blaine just stares and it makes Kurt squirm.

  He’s actually obsessing over it so much in his head that he somehow misses it as Blaine starts to kiss further down his chest.

  Blaine is always so gentle, so loving.  He stops kissing and just nuzzles his cheek into the bared skin.  Kurt counts to ten and then twenty and finally loses it before he hits thirty.

  “Okay, stop. Where’s my shirt?”

  Blaine looks at him, eyebrows knitted together in confusion as he moves to let Kurt get up.

  “What wrong?”

  “I just need my shirt, Blaine.”

  “You can grab one of my t-shirts out of the top drawer if you want.”

  Kurt pulls the white undershirt over his body and stands transfixed on a scratch in the floorboard.

  “Are you okay?”

  Kurt shakes his head and damnit, he is not going to cry.  “I’m getting fat.”

  Blaine barks out a laugh and when Kurt meets his eyes, it’s obvious Blaine knows that was not the correct response.

  “Sorry, sorry.  Why would you say that though?”

  “Don’t play dumb with me, Blaine Anderson.  You’re obsessed with it!”

  “With what?”

  “My fat stomach!”

  Blaine stares, mouth agape, obviously mentally deciding what to say.  He holds his hand out and Kurt can’t help but take it and allow himself to be pulled to stand in front of where Blaine is seated on the edge of the bed.

  “First—you’re not fat and if anyone told you that they should be shot.  And—“

  “Nobody had to tell me, Blaine.  I couldn’t fit into my favorite skinny jeans this morning.”

  “The ones that are designed to look painted on?  I think a deep breath would make them not fit.”

  “I’m serious.  You’re always touching my fat and you practically use it as a pillow when we watch movies.”

  “You’re right, I do like touching your stomach.  Not because I’m trying to find fault with you or something.”

  “It’s because I can’t stop eating all of the stuff you bring home from the bakery!”

  “But that’s what makes me love it.  If you’ve gained a few pounds because you can’t stop eating things that I made for you, that makes me happy.  I love making stuff for you.  And I love that you’re soft there—so ridiculously far from fat.  I love every square inch of you because… well, because I love you.”

  Kurt didn’t even try to hide the tears.  “I love you, too.”

  Blaine wraps his arms around Kurt’s waist and places a kiss over his clothed stomach.  “So what’s it going to take to get you back out of your shirt and laying in my bed again?”

  Kurt rolls his eyes and pulls the shirt over his head.  He kisses Blaine with a smile.  “How did I get so lucky?”

  “I was just thinking the same thing.”

Oh, that bastard. He knew what that did to Blaine—he knew that by doing that combination of body language, he could wrap Blaine around his cold little finger and make him do whatever Kurt wanted.

“Oh, all right,” Blaine said, and Kurt grinned that beautiful smile that took over his lips when Blaine finally caved in to one of his wishes. “But just one more time, okay? Believe me, this is more tiring than it seems.”

“I know, I know,” Kurt said, leaning in and kissing Blaine’s warm cheek, a contrast to his cold mouth. “Thank you, honey.” Blaine took a step back and closed his eyes, focusing on what he was going to do.

Turning into a werewolf was a difficult process, especially if Blaine did it consciously, when he was not in danger. If he felt threatened, even in the slightest, his instincts took over and the transformation was almost automatic, without need for him to do anything but to give in to the animal inside him.

For some reason, Kurt loved watching him transform.

Blaine didn’t see how marvelous it could be. Sure, if he concentrated enough, he could turn into a wolf in a couple of seconds, but there was really no wonderfulness in it. It was simply something he could do, something he had been born being able to do so that he could protect himself from other wolves or other creatures that might try to kill him, including both supernatural creatures and humans. It was nothing more than that.

Then again, vampires didn’t have much chances of watching the transformation with such a close glance. Maybe that was why Kurt liked it so much—he had seen something that became most of his kind’s last sight before they were killed.

Blaine had never changed before attacking Kurt, and Kurt had never tried to attack Blaine, either. The story of how they met seemed to have happened so long ago, but Blaine knew that it had only been a few months and not the hundreds of decades it felt like to him.

The first time they’d met each other, he had been walking back home from a failed “date” with his older brother (as Cooper called them, given that he and Blaine barely saw each other), who lived in L.A. and decided to visit his family after more than three years in which he had not seen them. Cooper often managed to get under Blaine’s nerves, and this date had been no exception, so Blaine had his head down and his hands on the pockets of his jacket, sighing to himself as he walked in the middle of the crowd of people surrounding him. It had been a chilly October day, he remembered.

As he made his way home, a guy suddenly walked next to him and linked their arms together, taking Blaine completely by surprise. The guy had brown locks of perfectly coiffed hair and the brightest blue eyes Blaine had ever seen, along with pale skin that seemed to be too pale, even for the coldness of the day. He was wearing a burgundy suit with a black and white shirt underneath the jacket, a burgundy tie neatly done around his collar. On his tie’s knot, there was a small blue diamond. He looked like he’d come back from walking down a runway. The guy did not look at Blaine.

“I’m so sorry about this,” he told Blaine, still not looking at him. “I don’t even know if you’re straight or gay or what, but I need your help. I think I’m being followed. Could I walk with you like this for a while?”

Blaine, for some reason, nodded his head and simply kept walking with the man attached to his arm. He didn’t question him. He didn’t think he was lying. There had been this… urgency to the stranger’s voice, even though he was smiling and holding his head high, like he had no troubles weighing him down whatsoever. Blaine’s instincts took hold for a second, and he softly, subtlety, sniffed the air.

Hunters. He could smell them.

But his acute nose caught something else: a scent that had only ever been described to him, a scent he had never actually caught himself. Coldness. Frozen blood. Not dried—he recognized the smell of dried blood—but frozen. The guy wasn’t just pale from the chilly weather. The hunters weren’t chasing him. They were chasing his companion.

“You’re a vampire,” Blaine mumbled.

The guy next to him tensed noticeably, but he kept walking, just as Blaine did. “There is no way you could have known that just by standing next to me. You can’t even tell that my touch is cold because of your jacket.”

“I’m right, then.”

“Of course you are,” the guy said. “And I would be correct in assuming you’re a mutt, aren’t you?”

Mutt. Blaine hated that word. He had never heard a vampire use it, but he had heard his share of “Damn mutts” coming out of the mouths of the hunters that sometimes caught up with him and chased him until he was able to lose them. It was a word both used for werewolves and lycans, like they were the same just because they happened to turn into wolves. Blaine was a lycan. Being called “mutt”, or even being confused for a werewolf, was like a slap in the face to him, like not caring that he had control over himself that werewolves had not been born with. He could turn whenever he wanted. Werewolves could only completely turn with the full moon, and sometimes, it was against their will.

“I have offended you,” the vampire said, and Blaine hadn’t noticed the way his shoulders had straightened, his hands tightened into fists inside his pockets. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. Werewolf or lycan?”

For the first time since they had begun walking together, Blaine glanced at the vampire. He was looking at Blaine now, too, and there was genuine regret in his eyes. “I’m a lycan,” Blaine said. “Which means that I should technically rip out your throat.”

The vampire smiled, his eyes glowing a bright amber for a second before they returned to their natural blue color. At least, Blaine thought his eyes were naturally blue. “Oh, believe me. I would rip out your throat much more quickly than you would mine.”

“You think so?”

“Want me to prove it?”

Blaine scoffed. “I doubt you could. What are you doing around here, anyway? Shouldn’t vampire covens keep themselves to the other side of the country?”

The vampire rolled his eyes. “I’m not part of any coven. Mine was killed years ago by the parents of the hunters after me now. They chased me out of my hometown. Luckily for you, that means I have no hard feelings towards mutts. What about you, though? Shouldn’t you be with your pack?”

“My only pack is my family. It’s a long story.”

They continued to walk in silence, and Blaine managed to keep down his instincts telling him to transform, to kill this vampire right here and then, because although he had never encountered one before, that was how it was. Mutts killed vampires. Vampires killed mutts. They both killed hunters that were trying to kill them. Hunters killed them both. Blaine hadn’t made the rules; that was just the way it worked, and he’d never had any trouble with it.

If he was being honest, though, he hadn’t killed a hunter in his entire life. Running away from them had always seemed the best option to him.

Blaine sniffed the air. He had almost lost complete track of the hunters, but he could still smell them, if only faintly.

“Why didn’t you run?” he asked the vampire.

The cold-blooded creature turned to him. “What?”

“Why didn’t you run?” Blaine repeated. “Why did you decide to blend in with the crowd? Wouldn’t it have been much easier to escape the hunters? I’m sure you could’ve outrun them, if you had wanted to.”

“I did, at first,” the vampire told him. “But then I got to the crowd, and I thought it would be too dangerous for me to run in between all of these people. Someone might notice people armed with daggers and knives and guns running by and alert the police. I would rather not involve citizens or human authorities in a supernatural chase.”

“Well thought,” Blaine admitted. “I do have a question, though. Well, two.”

“Do you, now?” The vampire smirked, and he let out this little noise that sounded like a tiny laugh. “Go on.”

“What’s your name?”

The vampire turned to him, and his eyes glowed amber again as he smirked at Blaine, like they were old friends who had bumped into each other after a very long time. “Getting into first-name-basis with a vampire might not be your wisest decision, lycan.”

“Tell me your name,” said Blaine, “and I’ll tell you mine.”

That seemed to catch the vampire’s attention. He raised an eyebrow, but he was still smiling when he answered with, “Kurt. My name is Kurt. Let’s leave it at that for now.”

Kurt. Strange name for a vampire. Vampires tended to change their names after they were bitten and fully transformed to more regal-sounding-names; names taken after kings and queens and princes and others from nobility, names that resonated, that caused impact and fear upon whoever heard them. Blaine had heard of Camilla, Catherine, George, Alexander, Louis, Isabelle, William, Santiago, Ivan, Joan, the likes of those.

He had never heard of a Kurt.

“All right,” Blaine said. “I’m Blaine. I’ll ask the same favor of you.”

“Good. Now, what was the second question you wanted to ask me?”

“What do you plan to do when we get to my house?” Blaine asked. “Because I’m heading there right now. I can’t exactly come home with a vampire at my arm, can I?”

“You could,” Kurt said, “though that may not be the best idea. Is your family all filled up with lycan DNA?”

“Not my dad,” Blaine explained, “but my mother is. My lycan gene comes from her. My father was actually a hunter when he met her. He was a trainee when he was sent to kill her, but he fell in love with her instead and left the hunters to marry her.” Then he blinked to himself, like he hadn’t realized that those words were coming out of his mouth. “And I have no idea of why I just told you that.”

“Hm.” Kurt closed his eyes for a second and smiled contently. “That’s a nice story. I wouldn’t mind listening to the full version someday.”

For some unknown reason, Blaine found himself blushing at that statement.

“And in any case, I’m not allowed into any place unless I’m personally invited in,” Kurt said. “So, even if your family wasn’t made up of two lycans and a former hunter, I wouldn’t be able to hide at your place, anyway.”

“Who said I wouldn’t invite you in?”

Kurt stopped walking less than a second before Blaine did. When he looked at Blaine, his eyes were back to blue, and he looked like he might have blushed if he had been able to. “You would?”

“I…” Blaine licked his lips. “I-I didn’t… I w-was just…” he stammered helplessly. “I mean…”

The vampire smiled, almost shyly. “You don’t have to be so nervous around me, you know. I might be a vampire, but you helped me escape the hunters. I’m sort of indebted to you now. You’re still helping me now, even though we probably left the hunters behind quite some time ago.”

“W-well,” Blaine said. “One can never be too cautious, I guess.”

“Yeah,” Kurt said, tightening his grip on Blaine’s arm. “I guess.”

They got lost in the crowd, speeding up their pace, just to be safe. The hunters would never attack them with so many people around them, but they didn’t want to take any risks. They minded their own business. They spoke freely about the supernatural, not caring that someone might hear them. Even if they were heard, people would not believe them, or they would not care. Or neither. Blaine tried picking out the scent of the hunters again, but he realized they were long gone.

Before they reached Blaine’s place, Blaine stopped, forcing Kurt to stop as well. The vampire looked back at him, their arms still linked together. “This is where we stop,” said the lycan. “I can’t take you any further. Mom’s instincts will just pick you up like a big splotch on radar, and I’ll get in trouble… after she rips you to pieces, of course.”

“Well, I definitely don’t want that,” Kurt said. “So I guess I should leave.”

“I guess you should.”

“Thanks again for helping me. I could’ve been killed if you hadn’t allowed me to, uh, use you for cover.”

Blaine chuckled. “It was no problem. I liked being, uh… used by you to cover your vampire ass and save it from the hunters.”

“I’m sorry,” Kurt said. “But my vampire ass still has decades to live before I’m killed.”

“Because it hasn’t lived enough decades already?” Blaine asked with a smug turn-up of the right corner of his lips.

Kurt scoffed again, glancing down at the ground before looking up at Blaine. “By god, Blaine, I’m not that old. Seriously, do you not see me as young at all?”

“I don’t know,” Blaine said. “You vampires are tough to figure out. You could be a thousand years old and you would still look the age at which you were transformed. So how old are you, truly? At what age were you bitten?”

“You would like to know, wouldn’t you?” Kurt said with the most mischievous smirk Blaine had seen on his face yet. “If we bump into each other again, Blaine, I will make sure to let you know.” With that, Kurt squeezed Blaine’s arm, and then he leaned in to kiss Blaine’s cheek, making him feel Kurt’s coldness—the cold of his lips—against his skin. “Goodbye, lycan.”

By the time Blaine had recovered from the shock of having a vampire kiss his cheek, Kurt was gone.

That night, Blaine remembered, his mother had not left him alone at all. “How was your date with your brother? Did you tell him about you finally being able to transform at will? How is he? Is he leaving for another four years? You smell like cold. Blaine, why do you smell like cold? Did you find a vampire? Did you kill it? What would a vampire be doing here, anyway? Covens often keep themselves to the eastern states…”

Blaine rubbed his temples and answered all of his mother’s questions as soon as she asked them, which had been almost two questions every five or so minutes.

“It was fine; he said hello. No, I forgot. He’s fine. I don’t know, he didn’t say. Well, it’s cold outside, Mom, the smell must’ve rubbed on me.”

Then he had surprised himself by lying to his mother.

“No, I didn’t find a vampire. Therefore, I didn’t kill any vampire. Mom, you’re being ridiculous, this town has not had vampires in decades. That’s what you and Dad say, at least.”

“And it’s true,” his father had told him. “But your mother still thinks you smell like coldness.”

“He does,” Mom had said.

“It’s chilly outside, Mom! If you had been out for as long as I was, you would smell like cold, too. For God’s sake…”

His parents had left him alone after that.

But that same night, before Blaine fell asleep, someone started knocking on his window, on the second floor of his house. He woke up and saw a fist repeatedly knocking on the glass, like the person outside was waiting for Blaine to open his window. Blaine got out of bed (in his undershirt and pajama pants) and walked to the window, sliding it open.

Kurt’s face came into view. “Hey, you. May I come in?"

Blaine nearly had a heart attack, but he still stepped aside so that Kurt could come in. “What are you doing here?” he whispered. “My mother’s instincts are going to go haywire any minute now, and she’s going to come in here and kill you!”

“Oh, relax,” Kurt said, pushing past Blaine, climbing into the room. He wasn’t wearing his suit anymore—instead, he had a black vest over a white shirt and some of the skinniest jeans Blaine had ever seen, which made him incredibly self-conscious about standing in his pajamas. The little blue diamond he’d had on his tie was now hanging around his neck. “If you didn’t wake up, I doubt she will. Besides, no mutts expect to find a vampire in this town. I mean, I managed to wrap my arm around yours, and you had no idea I was a vampire until you smelled the hunters.”

Blaine blushed at the memory. “That doesn’t matter! My mom has been a lycan more than twice the time I have been one!”

“Okay, look,” Kurt said. “You’re able to feel when your mother wakes up, right?”

“Yes.”

“Then, as soon as you do, you can tell me,” said the vampire, sitting down at the edge of Blaine’s bed before he scrambled back towards the wall. “And then I’ll run out of here, okay?”

With a sigh, Blaine ran his hands down his face. “You still haven’t answered my question,” he said. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Well,” said Kurt. “To be quite honest… remember that story about your father leaving the hunters so that he could marry your mother?”

“Yeah,” Blaine said, not sure of where the conversation was going.

“As it turns out,” the vampire said, “I would like to know the full version of that story right now.”

“Now?”

“Yes! Please?”

That was the day Blaine first saw the pout: Kurt clasped his hands together, tilted his head down ever so slightly, looked up through his eyelashes, and he pouted. Blaine could only groan and roll his eyes, ruffling his own hair with his fingers. “You look more like a mutt than I do,” he said.

“Please?” Kurt repeated.

“Fine!” Blaine said, sitting down beside Kurt, who eagerly turned so that he and Blaine were face to face, crossing his legs underneath him. “So, my mom was what we call a trainee pup: mutts that don’t know how to control their instincts yet. They’re overtaken by them. Mom was just about to become a regular pup, having resisted the impulse to change as soon as they smelled hunters, a couple of miles away. But she was so curious to see them that she hid away and waited for them to appear. My dad immediately caught her attention…”

When the sun was about to start rising, Blaine stopped the story and looked out the window. He stood up and hurried towards it to slam it shut and close the curtains. “What?” Kurt asked. “What, what’s wrong?”

“The sun is about to come out!” Blaine half-whispered, half-yelled. “You have to get out of here now!”

“Oh, wait, the sun’s what worries you?” Kurt smiled and chuckles slightly, but it didn’t sound like he was making fun of Blaine or anything. “Not to worry about that! See this thing around my neck?” He put a hand to the blue diamond hanging by a thin chain around his neck. “It’s an amulet that protects me against the sun.”

“But still,” Blaine said, going back towards the bed. “It won’t be long before my parents are up, and you need to get out of here by that time.”

“But you haven’t finished!” Kurt exclaimed, simply pouting now. “I want to know what happened when the hunters found out your dad didn’t kill your mom!”

“You can hear the rest of the story later,” said Blaine, pulling the curtains open and sliding his window up.

Kurt smirked then, and since Blaine was standing at the edge of the bed, Kurt crawled towards him on all fours with this… hungry look in his eyes, and Blaine didn’t feel threatened, not at all, because he had known since he met Kurt that the vampire would not hurt him, but he still felt… intrigued by that look, Kurt’s eyes glowing amber as he stopped before Blaine, lifting himself up on his knees and putting both of his palms over Blaine’s cheeks.

The coldness contrasting to the warmth of his face made Blaine’s entire body flush and jolt with something that felt like electricity. Kurt leaned in, his lips only one or two inches away from Blaine’s, and his amber eyes went straight to Blaine’s mouth.

“I…” Kurt said, his breath ghosting over Blaine’s lips. “I better hear the rest of that story one of these days, Blaine.”

Then he kissed Blaine’s cheek, quick as a lightning bolt, before he sprang up from the bed and slipped out the window.

-

Blaine finished transforming in front of Kurt, having to look up at him now that he was on all fours on the floor of his room while Kurt was face-down on his bed, resting on his belly while he kicked his legs up in the air, his hands gripping the edge of his mattress.

“Oh, my god,” Kurt said with that beautiful grin Blaine loved so much. “You are so cute as a wolf. If you were a tiny bit smaller, I would carry you in my arms and cuddle you.”

Being in his wolf form, Blaine’s senses were sharper. His earing was more powerful, his smell was stronger, his sight was clearer. Listening to Kurt’s voice, smelling his scent, looking at Kurt through different eyes, Blaine felt overwhelmed, as if he were drowning or choking, unable to breathe. But it was the greatest sense of suffocation he could feel—every time he transformed with Kurt around him, Blaine felt like he could stay like that forever.

Blaine moved closer to the bed. He sat down in front of it and laid his head right in front of Kurt’s, staring at his gorgeous blue eyes. Kurt leaned in to kiss the top of Blaine’s head, cupping his snout in his hands. “I love you, Blaine.”

I love you too, Blaine thought, fully knowing that Kurt could hear him.

It was a strange thing, their bond. No mutt—lycan or werewolf—had ever had a relationship of any kind with a vampire. After they had started dating, Blaine found himself being able to hear Kurt’s thoughts if he focused enough on them. And Kurt realized that he could hear Blaine’s thoughts when Blaine was a wolf.

Getting together was one of the strangest—though also one of the most pleasant—experiences Blaine had ever lived.

It had happened three weeks after Kurt had stopped by to listen to Blaine’s story about his parents. Blaine had been busy searching for hunters around the woods, just to make sure that the other packs—the ones who were in charge of the trainee pups—were safe, not about to be ambushed or anything of the sort. His mother usually did that, but she and his father had left to another town for some business, which Blaine hadn’t known whether it was related to the mutts or if it was some other sort of business. Then he smelled coldness and frozen blood and immediately realized that Kurt was around. He sniffed the air to find him, and when his nose finally caught Kurt’s scent, Blaine knew that the vampire was being chased by the hunters.

When he got to Kurt, he was cornered against a tree, a bunch of hunters surrounding him, all armed with fire throwers, silver bullets, and crossbows with wooden arrows equipped to them. Kurt looked so different than the confident, smooth vampire that had linked his arm through Blaine’s, the vampire who had sneaked into Blaine’s room in the middle of the night, the vampire who had grabbed Blaine’s face and whispered against his lips and kissed his cheek twice.

He looked terrified to death.

Blaine wasn’t going to let the hunters kill him.

He took the chance of them being focused on Kurt to transform and take them by surprise. Blaine didn’t kill any of them—he was still abiding himself to his rules of not killing a hunter—but he was able to scratch them and wound them and leave scars on them and knock them unconscious so that Kurt had a chance to run away while he kept the hunters busy.

But when he turned around to see if Kurt was gone, the vampire was still standing against the tree, his eyes wide and his lips slightly parted in shock.

“Blaine…” he mumbled, so softly that Blaine almost didn’t hear him.

“Hey,” Blaine said, heading towards him. “Are you all right? They didn’t hurt you, did they?”

“No, no,” Kurt said, slowly blinking. “They didn’t, I just…” He took a step towards the lycan. “Blaine, you saved me,” he said. “You attacked a group of hunters just to save me. Why did you—why would you—you’re a mutt, Blaine, you’re a lycan, and you risked your life to save me, to save a vampire. Why would you do that?”

“I don’t know,” Blaine answered him, thinking about his answer before saying it. “I… I honestly don’t know why I did it.”

Kurt didn’t say anything else. What he did do, though, was grab Blaine’s face, as if he wanted to pull him towards him, and press their mouths together.

Blaine’s hands went straight to Kurt’s hips as Kurt’s arms wrapped around his neck, kissing him enthusiastically, like he actually needed air to breathe and Blaine was the only one who could give him that air. Blaine had no idea of what he was doing—he just focused on the way his lips slid alongside Kurt’s in a way that was slightly awkward but somehow still amazing. His palms rested against the curve of Kurt’s spine, kissing the vampire back as if Blaine had been kissed thousands of times instead of this being his first kiss.

“You saved my life,” Kurt whispered, his lips brushing Blaine’s as he continued kissing him. “I was cornered and you saved me. Why did you do that?”

“I don’t know,” Blaine replied. “I really don’t. I don’t care, either. Oh, god, just keep doing that, don’t stop.”

And so Kurt continued kissing him, their lips making lewd noises as they parted and came together again until Blaine lost count of how many times they had kissed.

“Can I…” Kurt breathed, cupping Blaine’s cheeks, running his cold thumbs across the warm skin of Blaine’s flesh. “Can I go back to your place with you?”

The blood rushed to Blaine’s face, feeling like he might start sweating from all the heat going to his head. “W-w-what?” he stammered, his brain melting inside his skull.

“I want,” the vampire said, “to hear the rest of your story. I’ve been trying to go back, but I always chickened out because I kissed your cheek, and I didn’t know if you had liked that, and I was on my way tonight, just like I’ve done for the past three weeks, and then they caught up with me, and I thought I was going to die before I could see you one last time, before you could tell me the rest of the story, before I was brave enough or stupid enough to try to really kiss you, and—”

“Yeah,” Blaine said, kissing Kurt again. “Yeah, sure, we can… yeah, let’s… let’s go.”

Once they got to Blaine’s place, Kurt sat on the bed, pulling himself backwards so that he could lie back on the mattress, pulling Blaine by his shirt so that he fell on top of him. “If you don’t mind,” he said, “I’d like to keep kissing you for a little longer before you finish your parents’ tale.”

“Uh-huh,” Blaine said, his hands bracketing Kurt’s head. “I’m… I’m totally okay with that.”

Kurt grabbed Blaine by the hips and brought their bodies together, kissing the lycan as if his life depended on it. Blaine responded with equal force, lowering himself so that he was resting on his elbows, still on each side of Kurt’s head, his mouth capturing Kurt’s, sucking on his upper lip as Kurt bit down on Blaine’s lower lip and pulled it into his own mouth.

“I always wondered when you would return,” Blaine said. “I wanted to see you again but I didn’t know where I could find you, where I would even start looking for you.”

“I wanted to come back,” Kurt mumbled. “I wanted to, but I was a coward. I’m so sorry.”

“I’m just glad you’re here now.”

“I think I might have feelings for you,” Kurt muttered, like he hadn’t heard Blaine. “Very strong feelings.”

“Do you?” Blaine asked him, his eyes opening for just a second so that he could look at Kurt, and what he saw took his breath away. Kurt was sprawled beneath him, his hands softly moving from Blaine’s hips to his neck, gently holding his head, the tiny blue diamond around his neck falling to the side. The vampire opened his eyes, and instead of being blue, instead of being amber, they were a combination of both colors, like Kurt wanted to just continue kissing Blaine, but like he wanted to let his instincts take over completely and have his way with Blaine. His pupils were wide, the bluish amber glow a thin circle around the black marbles.

“Most likely,” Kurt answered. “God, Blaine, you have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen. And the way you just transformed and kicked the living crap out of those hunters…”

“Is that your way of telling me I’m hot?” Blaine chuckled softly, realizing that Kurt’s voice was raspier and drier than it had been in the woods, and the animal inside of him growled with the thought that he had made Kurt sound like that. He must’ve growled out loud, given the way Kurt suddenly moaned before threading his fingers through Blaine’s hair to pull him back towards himself.

“Pretty much, yeah,” the vampire said, his tongue darting out to lick into Blaine’s mouth. “I think you’re incredibly hot, Blaine.”

“Kind of ironic,” Blaine said, “since my body temperature is often higher than for humans’.”

Kurt laughed with a voice so low, Blaine felt an uncomfortable pressure on his crotch area, his pants tightening the restraint on his cock. He couldn’t help himself when he lowered his hips to Kurt’s, grinding them together, earning a gasp from his own mouth and another one from Kurt, whose eyes rolled back into his skull before they slid closed, his eyebrows furrowed in what Blaine could only guess was pleasure. “Oh, my god,” Kurt groaned, throwing his head back against the pillow. “The blood in my body cannot possibly go down to my cock right now, but shit, Blaine, that felt really good.”

“You can’t just—” Blaine kissed him fiercely, his hands cupping Kurt’s face, his fingers under Kurt’s ears to tilt his head up and part his lips with his tongue. Kurt shuddered against him, tugging on Blaine’s curls as hard as he could as he hissed against his mouth. “You can’t just say things like that—”

“Why not?” Kurt teased him, arching his hips off the bed so that they touched Blaine’s. The arousal sent a spark all throughout Blaine’s body, and he growled even louder than before. “Afraid I’ll make you come in your pants before the first date?”

This time, the growl came from the deepest part of Blaine’s chest, making his way out through his mouth as his lips pulled back in almost a snarl. Then he took Kurt’s hands away from his hair and pushed his arms above Kurt’s head, using one of his hands to hold both of Kurt’s wrists down to the bed. “You wanna make me come? Fine.” Blaine sat up on his knees, which were straddling Kurt, used his free hand to pull Kurt closer to him by his back, and started rocking their hips together.

Blaine came a few seconds later with a muffled scream into Kurt’s neck and Kurt’s knees pressed to his sides, kissing the cold skin of the crook of Kurt’s neck, sucking the flesh between his teeth before harshly biting down on it, realizing that he would leave no hickeys due to the frozen blood still inside the vampire’s body. Kurt kept moaning and writhing underneath him, his toes curling into the mattress.

Once Blaine regained his breath, he let go of Kurt’s wrists, which he’d kept in a tight clasp, and brought them both to his mouth to kiss the slightly hurt skin before softly rubbing them with his thumbs. Kurt softly grasped Blaine’s shirt, smiling as the lycan leaned down to kiss him again, his hands on the small of Kurt’s back.

“Did I hurt you?” Blaine whispered softly, his lips brushing Kurt’s.

“Not at all,” Kurt replied. “Well, either you didn’t hurt me, or I was just too busy focusing on your face to notice any kind of pain.”

Blaine smiled, his teeth barely showing. “Too busy focusing on my face?”

“When you were about to come,” Kurt said, and Blaine closed his eyes to keep his animal instincts under control. He’d already allowed them too much power over him for one night. “Your eyes glowed. I mean, you already have beautiful hazel eyes, but they shone even brighter, and then you closed them tight and gritted your teeth, but I could still hear you growling, and I don’t know why that just turned me on so much.”

The vampire smirked and flipped them over so that Blaine was underneath him. “Which means that it is now my turn.”

-

Blaine turned back to his human form, his chin between his hands on the edge of the bed. Kurt nuzzled their noses together before pressing a soft, butterfly kiss to Blaine’s mouth. He stared at Blaine with so much love and trust and passion, and it was a look that Blaine had seen in Kurt’s eyes a thousand times before, but it didn’t cease to amaze him.

“How did I get so lucky?” Kurt said, tilting his head to the side as he kicked his legs up in the air, placing his hands on top of Blaine’s. “I found a lycan that fell in love with me—a lycan that loves me and protects me and is the most amazing sex I’ve ever had.”

“Because you’ve had sex with so many other mutts in your forty-seven years of being a vampire after you were bitten when you were nineteen?” Blaine asked with a teasing smirk.

“Right,” Kurt said. “Because there were so many other mutts that wanted to get into my pants before I met you,” he replied with the same sarcastic tone. He took Blaine’s hands between his own and kissed his knuckles. “I’m serious, though. How did I get so lucky, Blaine?”

“I don’t know,” Blaine answered with that tiny, shy smile that Kurt adored. “You’re the one who found me, remember? You’re the one who found me in the middle of a crowd, latched your arm through mine, and asked me if you could walk with me because you thought you were being followed.”

“I wish I’d known then,” Kurt said, “that I would fall in love with you.”

“Well, to be fair,” Blaine said, “I didn’t know I would fall in love with you, either. Not that I’m complaining, though.”