Pieces of a dragon puzzle Chapter 3
Title: Pieces of a dragon puzzle
Author: venetianstar
Rating: R/NC-17
Pairings: Klaine, mentioned Niff, Fuinn&Finchel (both according to S2), Britanna, Barole
Spoilers: None
Warnings: cursing/colorful language from time to time, horny teenagers, in some parts mild dub-con, sex (does one even warn for that?)
Word Count: about 5,200 this chapter, so far appr. 14,000 in total.
A/N: Like promised, here's chapter 3! And it's getting interesting now...;-)
Summary: Kurt had really only planned to spy on the Warblers. But instead he was found out by a creepy Asian, got stuck with a heavy stone which turned out not be a stone at all and now he had a flying lizard at home who was at risk of burning down his entire wardrobe with every fiery sneeze. Dragon!Blaine/Kurt
Chapter 1 / Chapter 2
Sunday progressed relatively uneventfully.
Kurt woke up to the dragon snuggled up next to him, pressed against his jaw and neck.
He helped Carole make breakfast and dinner, the dragon flying around their heads and always begging for food. It still did its business in the plants, but Carole swore she'd get a litter tray first thing the next morning.
Otherwise Kurt spent the day curled up in his room, reading the latest Vogue, the dragon cuddling in his lap. Sometimes he caught himself petting the dragonand, even though he would never admit it loud, he liked having a warm body close to him. He also planned his outfit for school on Monday, looking for suitably large pockets, but ultimately deciding it was best for the dragon to be put into his satchel, so it couldn't climb around.
Finn came into his room five times, always trying to get the dragon to play with him. He left sorely disappointed, the dragon always only stared at him like he was out of his mind.
In the evening Kurt didn't even try locking the dragon out of the bathroom. The look of warning his dad had given him, when he left the dinner table and announced that he was going to shower, had been enough.
It perched itself onto the top of the shower stall again and once again, stared all the time. But Kurt tried to ignore it as much as possible in these minutes and he found that the second time it wasn't as embarrassing anymore and he could imagine that over time, it wouldn't faze him at all.
On Monday, after having driven to school with Finn, Kurt stood in the central hallway of McKinley.
His heart was racing as he observed the student body in front of him. It wasn't only because of the letterman jackets he could see, desperately hoping none of them were Karofsky, but also because of the movement in his satchel, which he held close to his chest with stiff fingers.
There were so many possible ways this day could end in catastrophe.
Surprisingly, everything went fine until fourth period. Karofsky had avoided him and the dragon had been relatively still. Kurt had peeked into his satchel during one of his classes to find the creature rolled up and snoring quietly. Raising his eyebrows, he thanked a god he didn't believe in, for small wonders.
It was just before fifth period, when Kurt was in front of his locker; taking out some textbooks he needed for next class, that Mercedes and Tina came up next to him.
"What's that hanging out of your bag, boo?" Mercedes asked, while pointing to his satchel.
Breath caught, Kurt looked down.
He felt his stomach swooping, when he saw that damn tail hanging out of his bag. When had that happened? When Kurt had left his last class, the dragon's tail was nowhere to be seen.
"Is that a new fashion?", Tina asked, frowning, "First accessorizing with furry tails, and now it's reptilian tails?"
The girls stood staring at the tail.
Kurt felt his skin prickling. How was he supposed to answer that without making the dragon's tail a topic of conversation?
Kurt was still contemplating how to answer as Mercedes frowned.
"But seriously, it's not really…nice? I understand you want to be fashionable, but the colors of that thing? They're hideous. Brown and blotchy green? Really? Kurt…"
Mercedes was judging him. He knew it. Her look said it all. He inhaled, trying to come up with a response, just as she rambled on.
"And it's doesn't even match your bag."
Kurt pressed his lips together, trying to stave off his insulting reply. Of course it didn't match his bag. He couldn't really have bought a bag on a Sunday to match a reptilewho had only hatched Saturday.
He tried to save himself. "Actually, it IS a new fashion…," he sounded unsure even to himself and the frowning faces of the girls in front of him didn't help, so Kurt grasped at straws, "but I wasn't sure it'd work for me, so I decided to experiment with this one I got on sale. You're right, the colors aren't quite right, and it really isn't my style. So, ladies, I'll just put this away in my bag, and we'll never speak of this fashion faux pas again."
His fake laugh didn't deter them. Tina gasped.
"Oh my God, Kurt! I think the tail was just moving! It curled up a bit!"
Both Mercedes and Tina had crowded in and were staring really closely at the tail, trying to catch more movement.
Kurt felt like panicking. What was he supposed to do? Any second now and one of them would reach out and touch it, and then the dragon would move.
Suddenly there was a roaring "HELLO LADIES!" and the cascade of an iceberg. Mercedes and Tina shrieked and Kurt stood frozen. They were all drenched in slushie and the jocks, Karofsky included, were high fiving behind their backs as they walked away.
Kurt glanced down, glops of slushie falling out of his hair, staining the floor purple, but his bag had luckily escaped the attack and the dragon's tail still hung limply outside his bag.
The three looked at each other, before silently pulling towels out of their lockers and going to the bathrooms. Kurt opted for the boy's bathroom, earning more frowns from his two friends, and slipped quietly into it.
It was silent and empty.
He sighed, setting his bag next to the sink and started washing away the slushie. After changing and doing his best to limit the damage to his hair, he opened his bag.
The dragon looked back at him. It sniffed and made a questioning sound, cocking its head.
Kurt didn't want to deal with it now. He sighed, shook his head, picked the tail up and put it back into his bag, before closing it again.
The rest of the school week progressed that way. The dragon was put into his bag and throughout the day he'd always check that no part of the winged lizard could be seen outside. Sometimes he'd have to put the tail back inside the bag, but, thanks to Kurt's vigilance, no one ever saw it.
Aside from this, Kurt tried to always stay close to his friends, standing frozen any time letterman jackets could be seen and avoiding meeting Karofsky alone like the plague.
It seemed to work, especially now that Finn started hanging around him more often, to make sure no one would notice the dragon in Kurt's bag.
After school, Finn would always venture to Rachel's house or Puck's, leaving Kurt and his dragon alone.
Having no one else to talk about his bullying and fears, Kurt would always tell the dragon how his school day went while baking or reading or doing homework. His friends still hadn't picked up that Karofsky kept singling Kurt out and apart from this, Kurt had done a quite good job last week, not letting himself get caught alone with the football player.
The two of them settled into a comfortable routine, while Kurt tried to teach the dragon some manners and have it toilet trained.
By the end of the week Burt judged the dragon far better behaved. It had stopped chewing on anything inappropriate and sometimes (not always) it even reacted when calling it. It still didn't have a name, as they didn't know the dragon's gender, and the one time Finn had tried calling it Drizzle (he still hadn't given up on that) the dragon had bitten his finger and ignored him for two days in a row. And that was saying something, as generally, the dragon seemed to have a quite short attention span.
With Burt satisfied his house would be safe, the dragon was able to stay alone at home in the day, but it glued itself to Kurt as soon as he walked in from school. It had still screeched, when Kurt had once more tried to shower alone. It had gotten more affectionate, at least toward Kurt.
In the first week it had been happy to be patted by anyone, the second week it wasn't keen on Finn anymore (probably because of the Drizzle-incident), the third week it ignored Carole and lastly it only stuck to Kurt. It had never come to Burtof its own will, but when Kurt's dad sometimes designated himself to pet it, it always let him.
And while Kurt and Finn had been pretty lucky no one at school had ever discovered the dragon, it was all another matter when Rachel, Finn's girlfriend of the month, came over to their house. She almost caught them once.
It was the dragon's water bowl in the kitchen. Rachel had seen it and asked Kurt, who at the time had just gotten home, what it was, and if they had gotten some kind of pet.
Kurt denied it, of course, what else could he do, but then they could both hear the low whine and then wailing upstairs. Kurt froze, realizing the dragon must have gotten locked into his room when Rachel had come over and had now heard his voice. While the creature was content to be alone throughout school time and generally as long as Kurt was out of the house, as soon as it realized that he was home, it didn't accept being away from him and would wail and screech down the whole house. Which it was doing right now. Kurt was panicking internally, while trying to keep a calm façade in front of Rachel. He spewed some lie about one of his father's customers who had come over with his dog, trying to distract her. The wailing only got louder and Rachel started edging towards the stairs.
Kurt didn't know what to do. She'd soon realize it was coming from his room, and nosey as she was, would investigate.
Suddenly there was a loud bang upstairs, a TV getting turned on, stumping and Finn came running down the stairs. He had the same panicked look in his eyes that Kurt was feeling.
Please, please, don't say anything stupid now.
Kurt knew it was most likely futile to hope for Finn helping in this situation and not getting them even deeper into it, but Finn amazed him this one time.
"I'm so sorry Rachel, my xBox seems to have totally crashed, it's like- totally fucked up, I can't get it to shut down!"
He used his arms, gesticulating wildly and in fear of getting hit, Rachel backed away from Finn and in the process, the stairs.
"I really don't think we should go upstairs now, it's too loud!" Finn paused. "Or…maybe you could me fix it?"
Rachel frowned.
"No Finn, I can't, you know I have no idea how those things work."
She looked utterly confused as to why Finn would even suggest this, he surely couldn't be that dumb that he never realized she didn't play video games, let alone have a clue how to fix broken consoles. And if they made such screeching terrible noises when they were broken, she was pretty sure, she'd never want one.
Kurt couldn't believe what Finn was trying to pull. He observed Rachel carefully and judging from her frown, it seemed to be working.
"Kurt, can you fix it then? Pleeeease?"
Finn was pleading with Kurt now, his eyes wide and still panicked. Finn would never be a good actor, Kurt decided, but they had to work with his abilities now. He agreed hastily and ran up the stairs, Finn distracting Rachel downstairs. He flew into his room and the dragon flew up in front of him. It squeaked and landed on his head and was then quiet. The purring started immediately and Kurt slammed his door once more, to give the illusion he'd come out of Finn's room.
He took the dragon from his head, cradling him to his chest, opening his door again and calling downstairs, that the problem had been fixed, before locking his door (one could never be too careful with Rachel) and lying back in his bed, the purring creature next to him.
In hindsight, Kurt couldn't believe how or why Rachel had bought their feeble act. But he wasn't going to question it.
It was a good thing the dragon, otherwise, was well behaved. As the weeks went on, it had….flourished under Carole's and, Kurt at least suspected, Finn's infatuation. Besides growing quite a bit (it now was almost the size of a normal house cat) it had gained weight. At least, it seemed like this to Kurt.
Its belly had gotten rounder and fuller, almost dragging on the floor when it walked. Kurt wasn't sure if it was because of the bad diet it was exposed to (they still hadn't figured out what its natural food might be, but it sure as hell wasn't what they had been feeding it - essentially their own meals and food) or if it was just the shape any dragon would eventually adopt. Natural, so to speak. Kurt couldn't say as he had no other dragons to compare it to, but at least according to Finn and his google research, it didn't look much different from the dragon images in most artwork. Carole had been concerned for a few days, that it might be female and pregnant. In the end they came to the general agreement, that this was unlikely, considering it had never been without supervision outside the house and inside their house were no other dragons they knew of.
As it had gotten fatter (Kurt knew it wasn't really fair to call it that, but he still thought it) it had also become even lazier. It lounged around the house all day and the scarce time it flew,got fewer and fewer. It had even taken to walking the stairs up instead of flying in the evening, yawning on its wayand sometimes falling asleep on the landing half way up leaving Kurt to carry it to his room.
And even though Kurt despised its laziness, he loved how squishy it had gotten for perfect cuddling. It still had edgy scales, but the overall roundness had made it even cuter. He wasn't to ever admit that out loud, but it reminded him of how Disney would design a cute dragon. They only thing which broke the illusion were the slit pupils, making its look still nerve wrecking.
But at least Kurt had gotten used to the stares in the shower. The dragon didn't seem too fond of water though, so it never tried flying inside the shower cubicle when Kurt was in there. The one time Kurt and Finn had tried to bath the dragon, after a messy baking session, it had been an utter disaster. Finn had been scratched up for days, having to tell Rachel he had gotten into a fight with a neighbor's cat and Kurt thought he had lost his hearing as the dragon had kept screeching directly into his , as it made a final desperate attempt to escape the water, ,the dragon had spit a small flame, which thankfully had been obliterated by the shower spray.
All in all, aside from mishaps like the shower incident, life with the dragon wasn't too complicated. Kurt loved the pesky thing. It for sure was the one thing he could look forward to after a whole school day of bullying, slushies and locker checks.
The jeers and Karofsky's presence had increased again after the dragon could stay alone at home and Finn wasn't always with him. So Kurt had taken to hiding in the choir room and only using the hallways when he was sure he wasn't going to be alone - and they still caught him sometimes, even though Karofsky hadn't gotten him alone. But Kurt could always feel his stares and while the dragon's might have been annoying, Karofsky's stares were downright terrifying.
But a new problem arose that Kurt would have never imagined being a problem for him. At first it wasn't a problem at all, because the dragon wasn't always with him, then the screeching started whenever Kurt was home and the dragon wasn't in the same room with him. Kurt tried to ignore it the first week, after the second week he had a bad temper, and in the third week he awoke to a wet spot in his pants (he was horrified, he hadn't had this problem for two years!) and finally in the fourth week, Kurt just couldn't take it anymore! He had no idea when or where to masturbate without the dragon observing him.
It had taken him the whole fourth week to accept that yes, HE was the one who was desperate to masturbate and not Finn. Kurt hadn't jerked off often and in the he hadn't even thought this might become a problem for him. But he was still a guy and the wet dream in the third week was the final straw to realizing that abstinence just wasn't going to work with his teenage body.
Before the dragon had come along, he'd always masturbated in the shower, but with the dragon staring down at him that was just too creepy. The dragon was with him all the time and Kurt really didn't want to jerk off outside his home (school, or whatever other possibilities there might be where the dragon wasn't with him).
So just before Christmas Kurt was sitting in his bed, the dragon snoring on his pillow, while he pitied his life. He had no freaking idea what or how to do it without having an audience.
Kurt studied the sleeping dragon as it rolled onto its back, trying to ignore the semi hard-on that had been taunting him on and off for the last few days. He was desperate.
Listening to the tiny snuffles and snores, an idea formed in his head. It was either this or bribing Finn to buy some alone time. But then Finn would know what Kurt was doing in his room and he really, really didn't want Finn to know when he masturbated, it would be SO awkward and embarrassing. And beside the humiliation, Kurt didn't even know if this would work or if the dragon wouldn't let itself be distracted by Finn long enough before it noticed Kurt's absence and start wailing.
So he'd have to take the risk. Inhaling, Kurt bent forward and poked the dragon carefully seeing if it would wake. It flapped its tiny ear a bit and grunted, but otherwise remained sleeping. Thankfully the dragon was a heavy sleeper. Maybe, just maybe, he could try to jack off when the dragon was sleeping in the night. Daytime would be risky, as Finn could always stumble into his room and even if he locked it, Finns fist against his door would be enough to wake the dragon, because no one could sleep through that. So Kurt had to try when the whole house was asleep so there was no chance of an outside source waking the creature up.
Yes, Kurt planned to masturbate in his bed with the dragon right next to him. Yes, he was desperate. A tiny voice in his mind told him that he was completely mad.
The first night he tried it Kurt felt really awkward. He kept glancing at the dragon five inches away from him and the sight of it, snoring and sometimes scratching at its belly with a hind leg, didn't really work for masturbation fantasies.
His face was a tomato, but his desperation made him determined. His body surely wasn't having any qualms about the distraction by the dragon and he was hard before he could second-guess his plan.
Kurt tried to be as quiet as possible, muffling his moans by biting the edge of his blanket (the pillow was obviously occupied). It wasn't optimal, but it worked in the end.
He didn't wake up with wet sticky pants and his temper subsided again.
But his life wouldn't be his life if it didn't turn into disaster at some point.
It was the night after Christmas dinner. Kurt was right in the middle of it, his cock hard and leaking in his hand, his pajama bottoms pushed down to the end of the bed as he gasped into the pillow. He was flushed and sweating, sweeping his thumb over the head, he felt his orgasm building, he couldn't hold in a tiny moan and then movement caught his eye.
His head jerked to the left as his orgasm washed through him, leaving him gasping soundlessly, his come spurting over his hand and a bit over his stomach, all the while looking into stunned and still sleepy yellow eyes.
Kurt lay frozen, coming down from his orgasm, but not really feeling relaxed in any way. His throat released a tiny whimper when he realized the dragon had seen him while orgasming. Why had the shitty thing woken up?
He gulped as the dragon, now more awake, took in his still form, its eyes sweeping down his body and landing on his spent cock, still in his hand. It made a questioning sound looking toward his hand and stomach and its tongue slid out of its mouth and back in.
Oh god, had it just licked its snout while looking at his come? Kurt thought in horror.
"This isn't happening, this isn't happening…" Kurt whispered quietly in a mantra, not letting the dragon out of his view.
Suddenly it stood up, its eyes still zeroed in on the come, tongue slipping out again as it stumbled into the direction of Kurt's lower body half.
As soon as his mind had process the direction of the movement and understood the intent on the dragon's face, he started shrieking, scrambling away and falling down over the edge to the floor. He sprang up as fast as possible, looking at the dragon, which had stopped when Kurt had fallen down, horrified.
His mind was still trying to catch up with what was happening when his door suddenly was pushed open and a sleepy Finn stood in the doorway.
"Dude, what's with the shrieking again? Is there another dra-…"
Finn's eyes took a comical size as he took in the scene in front of him. Kurt wanted to die of embarrassment.
Finn glanced at Kurt. Then at the dragon. His eyes shortly sweeped across Kurt's right hand, then he blushed and balked. Looking at the ceiling of Kurt's room he mumbled
"This is really awkward…"
Kurt felt his whole body start to tremble out of sheer panic and his eyes welled up out of humiliation.
"Finn….just….get out." He whispered, looking at the floor and hoping desperately Finn would just go away.
Feet shuffled seconds later and his door was closed. After some minutes, which felt to Kurt like a whole lifetime, he turned and walked straight into his bathroom to clean up, without even looking toward his bed.
When he came out of the bathroom he couldn't bear to look at the dragon, humiliation and wariness making it impossible. He snatched his pajama bottoms up and put them on as swiftly as possible.
He lay down with his back to the dragon and closed his eyes, willing sleep to come fast and make him forget. He felt the bed dipping, feet climbing onto his back, before the dragon fell in front of him with an oomph-sound. It stared into his eyes, its throat producing an inquiring noise, before it cuddled up under his chin and sighed. Kurt gulped and wrapped his arms around the dragon, holding it tightly as tears of embarrassment finally spilled down his cheeks.
In the morning Finn couldn't look him in the eye, always going beet-red. It was another week before, Finn recovered from the incident, never bringing it up again, and Kurt decided masturbation should be done in the shower, fuck the audience, at least then it wouldn't try to participate and think of his come as some delicious snack.
It was mid-January and the dragon had been with them for about two months when Carole and his dad expressed their concerns regarding the dragon's growth. It hadn't grown anymore in the past weeks,but it was still true that within a month, it had grown from an oversized lizard into a chubby house cat. And they were concerned it might continue growing. Burt had expressed his fear at the breakfast table one morning, imagining a scaly big dragon taking up the whole living room and Carole kept talking about the dragon growing to be the size of a horse. It didn't help that the small kitchen shelf the dragon liked to sit on while Kurt and Carole prepared dinner every day had started creaking and groaning under its weight. Kurt sometimes couldn't fathom how the dragon's wings could still lift its weight into the air, but at least, it could still fly. In January its body had grown while the wings seemed to have stopped and it looked funny and disproportioned with its tiny wings, stubbly legs and round belly. Itcouldn't look any more different from the sleek, almost thin dragon that had first hatched.
Their concerns disappeared into thin air one day in late January.
The jocks had been harassing Kurt again and this Thursday was turning out to be one of the more distressing ones. Finn had been ill with the flu, staying at home, so Kurt had driven to school alone.
In the parking lot the jocks had already leered at him, realizing Finn wasn't in school that day.
By second period he had been slushied twice and up to lunch, locker checked by Karofsky three times. His back and sides hurt like hell and Kurt was sure the bruises would bloom large and black. He was scared throughout the day,staving off panic attacks at the end of every lesson and fearing the prospect of having to walk down the hallways alone.
Just before glee club began Kurt was standing at his locker, putting his English books away, glancing right and left every few seconds for letterman jackets, when he was slammed into his locker directly from behind. Hands grabbed at his jacket and as he was roughly turned around, he detected with a pang of fear, that the hallways were empty. Karofsky was directly in front of him, holding him up against the lockers, his face twisted into a grimace of rage.
Kurt trembled, not wanting to know what would happen.
"Did you tell anyone Hummel?"
Kurt didn't really understand what he was referring to, but it seemed his subconsciousness had.
"No, no, please I didn't tell anyone." Kurt heard himself whimper.
Karofsky huffed angrily and hissed.
"I really hope you didn't, because otherwise I might just have to kill you."
He was shoved against the locker again, his neck hitting a painful edge. Kurt hissed, crumbling to the floor as Karofsky let him go and then vanished down the hall.
Kurt tucked up his knees, his arms winding around his legs, shivering and gasping.
His whole body trembled and he didn't even realize he was crying until his vision blurred.
He didn't know how long he sat there, but at some point he knew he had to get out of the school, into his safe home.
Kurt didn't remember going into the parking lot or driving home or going up the stairs. Finally, when he walked into his room and the dragon perked its head up from his bed where it had been lying, Kurt broke.
He bawled and, choking on his tears, he fell down onto the bed, grasping for the scaly body and hugging it as tight as he could. The dragon was utterly still in his embrace but Kurt didn't care, he just sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. His body didn't stop shivering out of fear..
He hid his face into the dragon, trying to muffle the sounds a bit as Finn was down the hallway, fevered and probably trying to sleep.
His tears finally dried out with the sun's descent . His mouth felt cottony, his eyes burned and he felt utterly exhausted.
At some point he had heard Carole coming home and starting dinner alone, as today it would have been Kurt's free evening.
He hiccupped, sniffed and rubbed his nose with his hand (that was disgusting, he always berated Finn for doing this, but right now he really didn't care). He got up, still trembling a bit and looked for some clean clothes. The dragon made a strange croaking sound behind him and when Kurt turned around its eyes held a sadness Kurt feared were mirrored in his own eyes.
He exhaled, trembling, and went into the bathroom. The dragon trotted in before he could close the door and maybe it was just Kurt's current perception of things but the dragon seemed to be trembling a bit too. It flew up, landing in the top of the shower stall as always.
Kurt looked away, focusing his attention at undressing, before he walked into the shower and let the water run hot over his head.
He was just trying to relax and forget everything when he heard a creaking sound. It turned dark in the shower, a shadow falling over Kurt and blocking the light from the ceiling.
He squinted, water falling into his eyes.
Suddenly there was the sound of breaking plastic, a gasp was heard (not his own) and Kurt was crushed by a body landing on top of him. His vision filled with dark curls and huge green wings, so much bigger than his dragon's.
Water was pelting down on the leathery texture, producing a hollow sound and Kurt groaned, trying to move his legs which were tangled and pinned under the weight.
His mind started to catch up and he finally registered a warm, naked, wet body clinging to his equally naked body. Connecting the dots Kurt gasped and looked down at the naked, winged HUMAN lying on him.
tbc...
Author: venetianstar
Rating: R/NC-17
Pairings: Klaine, mentioned Niff, Fuinn&Finchel (both according to S2), Britanna, Barole
Spoilers: None
Warnings: cursing/colorful language from time to time, horny teenagers, in some parts mild dub-con, sex (does one even warn for that?)
Word Count: about 5,200 this chapter, so far appr. 14,000 in total.
A/N: Like promised, here's chapter 3! And it's getting interesting now...;-)
Summary: Kurt had really only planned to spy on the Warblers. But instead he was found out by a creepy Asian, got stuck with a heavy stone which turned out not be a stone at all and now he had a flying lizard at home who was at risk of burning down his entire wardrobe with every fiery sneeze. Dragon!Blaine/Kurt
Chapter 1 / Chapter 2
Sunday progressed relatively uneventfully.
Kurt woke up to the dragon snuggled up next to him, pressed against his jaw and neck.
He helped Carole make breakfast and dinner, the dragon flying around their heads and always begging for food. It still did its business in the plants, but Carole swore she'd get a litter tray first thing the next morning.
Otherwise Kurt spent the day curled up in his room, reading the latest Vogue, the dragon cuddling in his lap. Sometimes he caught himself petting the dragonand, even though he would never admit it loud, he liked having a warm body close to him. He also planned his outfit for school on Monday, looking for suitably large pockets, but ultimately deciding it was best for the dragon to be put into his satchel, so it couldn't climb around.
Finn came into his room five times, always trying to get the dragon to play with him. He left sorely disappointed, the dragon always only stared at him like he was out of his mind.
In the evening Kurt didn't even try locking the dragon out of the bathroom. The look of warning his dad had given him, when he left the dinner table and announced that he was going to shower, had been enough.
It perched itself onto the top of the shower stall again and once again, stared all the time. But Kurt tried to ignore it as much as possible in these minutes and he found that the second time it wasn't as embarrassing anymore and he could imagine that over time, it wouldn't faze him at all.
On Monday, after having driven to school with Finn, Kurt stood in the central hallway of McKinley.
His heart was racing as he observed the student body in front of him. It wasn't only because of the letterman jackets he could see, desperately hoping none of them were Karofsky, but also because of the movement in his satchel, which he held close to his chest with stiff fingers.
There were so many possible ways this day could end in catastrophe.
Surprisingly, everything went fine until fourth period. Karofsky had avoided him and the dragon had been relatively still. Kurt had peeked into his satchel during one of his classes to find the creature rolled up and snoring quietly. Raising his eyebrows, he thanked a god he didn't believe in, for small wonders.
It was just before fifth period, when Kurt was in front of his locker; taking out some textbooks he needed for next class, that Mercedes and Tina came up next to him.
"What's that hanging out of your bag, boo?" Mercedes asked, while pointing to his satchel.
Breath caught, Kurt looked down.
He felt his stomach swooping, when he saw that damn tail hanging out of his bag. When had that happened? When Kurt had left his last class, the dragon's tail was nowhere to be seen.
"Is that a new fashion?", Tina asked, frowning, "First accessorizing with furry tails, and now it's reptilian tails?"
The girls stood staring at the tail.
Kurt felt his skin prickling. How was he supposed to answer that without making the dragon's tail a topic of conversation?
Kurt was still contemplating how to answer as Mercedes frowned.
"But seriously, it's not really…nice? I understand you want to be fashionable, but the colors of that thing? They're hideous. Brown and blotchy green? Really? Kurt…"
Mercedes was judging him. He knew it. Her look said it all. He inhaled, trying to come up with a response, just as she rambled on.
"And it's doesn't even match your bag."
Kurt pressed his lips together, trying to stave off his insulting reply. Of course it didn't match his bag. He couldn't really have bought a bag on a Sunday to match a reptilewho had only hatched Saturday.
He tried to save himself. "Actually, it IS a new fashion…," he sounded unsure even to himself and the frowning faces of the girls in front of him didn't help, so Kurt grasped at straws, "but I wasn't sure it'd work for me, so I decided to experiment with this one I got on sale. You're right, the colors aren't quite right, and it really isn't my style. So, ladies, I'll just put this away in my bag, and we'll never speak of this fashion faux pas again."
His fake laugh didn't deter them. Tina gasped.
"Oh my God, Kurt! I think the tail was just moving! It curled up a bit!"
Both Mercedes and Tina had crowded in and were staring really closely at the tail, trying to catch more movement.
Kurt felt like panicking. What was he supposed to do? Any second now and one of them would reach out and touch it, and then the dragon would move.
Suddenly there was a roaring "HELLO LADIES!" and the cascade of an iceberg. Mercedes and Tina shrieked and Kurt stood frozen. They were all drenched in slushie and the jocks, Karofsky included, were high fiving behind their backs as they walked away.
Kurt glanced down, glops of slushie falling out of his hair, staining the floor purple, but his bag had luckily escaped the attack and the dragon's tail still hung limply outside his bag.
The three looked at each other, before silently pulling towels out of their lockers and going to the bathrooms. Kurt opted for the boy's bathroom, earning more frowns from his two friends, and slipped quietly into it.
It was silent and empty.
He sighed, setting his bag next to the sink and started washing away the slushie. After changing and doing his best to limit the damage to his hair, he opened his bag.
The dragon looked back at him. It sniffed and made a questioning sound, cocking its head.
Kurt didn't want to deal with it now. He sighed, shook his head, picked the tail up and put it back into his bag, before closing it again.
The rest of the school week progressed that way. The dragon was put into his bag and throughout the day he'd always check that no part of the winged lizard could be seen outside. Sometimes he'd have to put the tail back inside the bag, but, thanks to Kurt's vigilance, no one ever saw it.
Aside from this, Kurt tried to always stay close to his friends, standing frozen any time letterman jackets could be seen and avoiding meeting Karofsky alone like the plague.
It seemed to work, especially now that Finn started hanging around him more often, to make sure no one would notice the dragon in Kurt's bag.
After school, Finn would always venture to Rachel's house or Puck's, leaving Kurt and his dragon alone.
Having no one else to talk about his bullying and fears, Kurt would always tell the dragon how his school day went while baking or reading or doing homework. His friends still hadn't picked up that Karofsky kept singling Kurt out and apart from this, Kurt had done a quite good job last week, not letting himself get caught alone with the football player.
The two of them settled into a comfortable routine, while Kurt tried to teach the dragon some manners and have it toilet trained.
By the end of the week Burt judged the dragon far better behaved. It had stopped chewing on anything inappropriate and sometimes (not always) it even reacted when calling it. It still didn't have a name, as they didn't know the dragon's gender, and the one time Finn had tried calling it Drizzle (he still hadn't given up on that) the dragon had bitten his finger and ignored him for two days in a row. And that was saying something, as generally, the dragon seemed to have a quite short attention span.
With Burt satisfied his house would be safe, the dragon was able to stay alone at home in the day, but it glued itself to Kurt as soon as he walked in from school. It had still screeched, when Kurt had once more tried to shower alone. It had gotten more affectionate, at least toward Kurt.
In the first week it had been happy to be patted by anyone, the second week it wasn't keen on Finn anymore (probably because of the Drizzle-incident), the third week it ignored Carole and lastly it only stuck to Kurt. It had never come to Burtof its own will, but when Kurt's dad sometimes designated himself to pet it, it always let him.
And while Kurt and Finn had been pretty lucky no one at school had ever discovered the dragon, it was all another matter when Rachel, Finn's girlfriend of the month, came over to their house. She almost caught them once.
It was the dragon's water bowl in the kitchen. Rachel had seen it and asked Kurt, who at the time had just gotten home, what it was, and if they had gotten some kind of pet.
Kurt denied it, of course, what else could he do, but then they could both hear the low whine and then wailing upstairs. Kurt froze, realizing the dragon must have gotten locked into his room when Rachel had come over and had now heard his voice. While the creature was content to be alone throughout school time and generally as long as Kurt was out of the house, as soon as it realized that he was home, it didn't accept being away from him and would wail and screech down the whole house. Which it was doing right now. Kurt was panicking internally, while trying to keep a calm façade in front of Rachel. He spewed some lie about one of his father's customers who had come over with his dog, trying to distract her. The wailing only got louder and Rachel started edging towards the stairs.
Kurt didn't know what to do. She'd soon realize it was coming from his room, and nosey as she was, would investigate.
Suddenly there was a loud bang upstairs, a TV getting turned on, stumping and Finn came running down the stairs. He had the same panicked look in his eyes that Kurt was feeling.
Please, please, don't say anything stupid now.
Kurt knew it was most likely futile to hope for Finn helping in this situation and not getting them even deeper into it, but Finn amazed him this one time.
"I'm so sorry Rachel, my xBox seems to have totally crashed, it's like- totally fucked up, I can't get it to shut down!"
He used his arms, gesticulating wildly and in fear of getting hit, Rachel backed away from Finn and in the process, the stairs.
"I really don't think we should go upstairs now, it's too loud!" Finn paused. "Or…maybe you could me fix it?"
Rachel frowned.
"No Finn, I can't, you know I have no idea how those things work."
She looked utterly confused as to why Finn would even suggest this, he surely couldn't be that dumb that he never realized she didn't play video games, let alone have a clue how to fix broken consoles. And if they made such screeching terrible noises when they were broken, she was pretty sure, she'd never want one.
Kurt couldn't believe what Finn was trying to pull. He observed Rachel carefully and judging from her frown, it seemed to be working.
"Kurt, can you fix it then? Pleeeease?"
Finn was pleading with Kurt now, his eyes wide and still panicked. Finn would never be a good actor, Kurt decided, but they had to work with his abilities now. He agreed hastily and ran up the stairs, Finn distracting Rachel downstairs. He flew into his room and the dragon flew up in front of him. It squeaked and landed on his head and was then quiet. The purring started immediately and Kurt slammed his door once more, to give the illusion he'd come out of Finn's room.
He took the dragon from his head, cradling him to his chest, opening his door again and calling downstairs, that the problem had been fixed, before locking his door (one could never be too careful with Rachel) and lying back in his bed, the purring creature next to him.
In hindsight, Kurt couldn't believe how or why Rachel had bought their feeble act. But he wasn't going to question it.
It was a good thing the dragon, otherwise, was well behaved. As the weeks went on, it had….flourished under Carole's and, Kurt at least suspected, Finn's infatuation. Besides growing quite a bit (it now was almost the size of a normal house cat) it had gained weight. At least, it seemed like this to Kurt.
Its belly had gotten rounder and fuller, almost dragging on the floor when it walked. Kurt wasn't sure if it was because of the bad diet it was exposed to (they still hadn't figured out what its natural food might be, but it sure as hell wasn't what they had been feeding it - essentially their own meals and food) or if it was just the shape any dragon would eventually adopt. Natural, so to speak. Kurt couldn't say as he had no other dragons to compare it to, but at least according to Finn and his google research, it didn't look much different from the dragon images in most artwork. Carole had been concerned for a few days, that it might be female and pregnant. In the end they came to the general agreement, that this was unlikely, considering it had never been without supervision outside the house and inside their house were no other dragons they knew of.
As it had gotten fatter (Kurt knew it wasn't really fair to call it that, but he still thought it) it had also become even lazier. It lounged around the house all day and the scarce time it flew,got fewer and fewer. It had even taken to walking the stairs up instead of flying in the evening, yawning on its wayand sometimes falling asleep on the landing half way up leaving Kurt to carry it to his room.
And even though Kurt despised its laziness, he loved how squishy it had gotten for perfect cuddling. It still had edgy scales, but the overall roundness had made it even cuter. He wasn't to ever admit that out loud, but it reminded him of how Disney would design a cute dragon. They only thing which broke the illusion were the slit pupils, making its look still nerve wrecking.
But at least Kurt had gotten used to the stares in the shower. The dragon didn't seem too fond of water though, so it never tried flying inside the shower cubicle when Kurt was in there. The one time Kurt and Finn had tried to bath the dragon, after a messy baking session, it had been an utter disaster. Finn had been scratched up for days, having to tell Rachel he had gotten into a fight with a neighbor's cat and Kurt thought he had lost his hearing as the dragon had kept screeching directly into his , as it made a final desperate attempt to escape the water, ,the dragon had spit a small flame, which thankfully had been obliterated by the shower spray.
All in all, aside from mishaps like the shower incident, life with the dragon wasn't too complicated. Kurt loved the pesky thing. It for sure was the one thing he could look forward to after a whole school day of bullying, slushies and locker checks.
The jeers and Karofsky's presence had increased again after the dragon could stay alone at home and Finn wasn't always with him. So Kurt had taken to hiding in the choir room and only using the hallways when he was sure he wasn't going to be alone - and they still caught him sometimes, even though Karofsky hadn't gotten him alone. But Kurt could always feel his stares and while the dragon's might have been annoying, Karofsky's stares were downright terrifying.
But a new problem arose that Kurt would have never imagined being a problem for him. At first it wasn't a problem at all, because the dragon wasn't always with him, then the screeching started whenever Kurt was home and the dragon wasn't in the same room with him. Kurt tried to ignore it the first week, after the second week he had a bad temper, and in the third week he awoke to a wet spot in his pants (he was horrified, he hadn't had this problem for two years!) and finally in the fourth week, Kurt just couldn't take it anymore! He had no idea when or where to masturbate without the dragon observing him.
It had taken him the whole fourth week to accept that yes, HE was the one who was desperate to masturbate and not Finn. Kurt hadn't jerked off often and in the he hadn't even thought this might become a problem for him. But he was still a guy and the wet dream in the third week was the final straw to realizing that abstinence just wasn't going to work with his teenage body.
Before the dragon had come along, he'd always masturbated in the shower, but with the dragon staring down at him that was just too creepy. The dragon was with him all the time and Kurt really didn't want to jerk off outside his home (school, or whatever other possibilities there might be where the dragon wasn't with him).
So just before Christmas Kurt was sitting in his bed, the dragon snoring on his pillow, while he pitied his life. He had no freaking idea what or how to do it without having an audience.
Kurt studied the sleeping dragon as it rolled onto its back, trying to ignore the semi hard-on that had been taunting him on and off for the last few days. He was desperate.
Listening to the tiny snuffles and snores, an idea formed in his head. It was either this or bribing Finn to buy some alone time. But then Finn would know what Kurt was doing in his room and he really, really didn't want Finn to know when he masturbated, it would be SO awkward and embarrassing. And beside the humiliation, Kurt didn't even know if this would work or if the dragon wouldn't let itself be distracted by Finn long enough before it noticed Kurt's absence and start wailing.
So he'd have to take the risk. Inhaling, Kurt bent forward and poked the dragon carefully seeing if it would wake. It flapped its tiny ear a bit and grunted, but otherwise remained sleeping. Thankfully the dragon was a heavy sleeper. Maybe, just maybe, he could try to jack off when the dragon was sleeping in the night. Daytime would be risky, as Finn could always stumble into his room and even if he locked it, Finns fist against his door would be enough to wake the dragon, because no one could sleep through that. So Kurt had to try when the whole house was asleep so there was no chance of an outside source waking the creature up.
Yes, Kurt planned to masturbate in his bed with the dragon right next to him. Yes, he was desperate. A tiny voice in his mind told him that he was completely mad.
The first night he tried it Kurt felt really awkward. He kept glancing at the dragon five inches away from him and the sight of it, snoring and sometimes scratching at its belly with a hind leg, didn't really work for masturbation fantasies.
His face was a tomato, but his desperation made him determined. His body surely wasn't having any qualms about the distraction by the dragon and he was hard before he could second-guess his plan.
Kurt tried to be as quiet as possible, muffling his moans by biting the edge of his blanket (the pillow was obviously occupied). It wasn't optimal, but it worked in the end.
He didn't wake up with wet sticky pants and his temper subsided again.
But his life wouldn't be his life if it didn't turn into disaster at some point.
It was the night after Christmas dinner. Kurt was right in the middle of it, his cock hard and leaking in his hand, his pajama bottoms pushed down to the end of the bed as he gasped into the pillow. He was flushed and sweating, sweeping his thumb over the head, he felt his orgasm building, he couldn't hold in a tiny moan and then movement caught his eye.
His head jerked to the left as his orgasm washed through him, leaving him gasping soundlessly, his come spurting over his hand and a bit over his stomach, all the while looking into stunned and still sleepy yellow eyes.
Kurt lay frozen, coming down from his orgasm, but not really feeling relaxed in any way. His throat released a tiny whimper when he realized the dragon had seen him while orgasming. Why had the shitty thing woken up?
He gulped as the dragon, now more awake, took in his still form, its eyes sweeping down his body and landing on his spent cock, still in his hand. It made a questioning sound looking toward his hand and stomach and its tongue slid out of its mouth and back in.
Oh god, had it just licked its snout while looking at his come? Kurt thought in horror.
"This isn't happening, this isn't happening…" Kurt whispered quietly in a mantra, not letting the dragon out of his view.
Suddenly it stood up, its eyes still zeroed in on the come, tongue slipping out again as it stumbled into the direction of Kurt's lower body half.
As soon as his mind had process the direction of the movement and understood the intent on the dragon's face, he started shrieking, scrambling away and falling down over the edge to the floor. He sprang up as fast as possible, looking at the dragon, which had stopped when Kurt had fallen down, horrified.
His mind was still trying to catch up with what was happening when his door suddenly was pushed open and a sleepy Finn stood in the doorway.
"Dude, what's with the shrieking again? Is there another dra-…"
Finn's eyes took a comical size as he took in the scene in front of him. Kurt wanted to die of embarrassment.
Finn glanced at Kurt. Then at the dragon. His eyes shortly sweeped across Kurt's right hand, then he blushed and balked. Looking at the ceiling of Kurt's room he mumbled
"This is really awkward…"
Kurt felt his whole body start to tremble out of sheer panic and his eyes welled up out of humiliation.
"Finn….just….get out." He whispered, looking at the floor and hoping desperately Finn would just go away.
Feet shuffled seconds later and his door was closed. After some minutes, which felt to Kurt like a whole lifetime, he turned and walked straight into his bathroom to clean up, without even looking toward his bed.
When he came out of the bathroom he couldn't bear to look at the dragon, humiliation and wariness making it impossible. He snatched his pajama bottoms up and put them on as swiftly as possible.
He lay down with his back to the dragon and closed his eyes, willing sleep to come fast and make him forget. He felt the bed dipping, feet climbing onto his back, before the dragon fell in front of him with an oomph-sound. It stared into his eyes, its throat producing an inquiring noise, before it cuddled up under his chin and sighed. Kurt gulped and wrapped his arms around the dragon, holding it tightly as tears of embarrassment finally spilled down his cheeks.
In the morning Finn couldn't look him in the eye, always going beet-red. It was another week before, Finn recovered from the incident, never bringing it up again, and Kurt decided masturbation should be done in the shower, fuck the audience, at least then it wouldn't try to participate and think of his come as some delicious snack.
It was mid-January and the dragon had been with them for about two months when Carole and his dad expressed their concerns regarding the dragon's growth. It hadn't grown anymore in the past weeks,but it was still true that within a month, it had grown from an oversized lizard into a chubby house cat. And they were concerned it might continue growing. Burt had expressed his fear at the breakfast table one morning, imagining a scaly big dragon taking up the whole living room and Carole kept talking about the dragon growing to be the size of a horse. It didn't help that the small kitchen shelf the dragon liked to sit on while Kurt and Carole prepared dinner every day had started creaking and groaning under its weight. Kurt sometimes couldn't fathom how the dragon's wings could still lift its weight into the air, but at least, it could still fly. In January its body had grown while the wings seemed to have stopped and it looked funny and disproportioned with its tiny wings, stubbly legs and round belly. Itcouldn't look any more different from the sleek, almost thin dragon that had first hatched.
Their concerns disappeared into thin air one day in late January.
The jocks had been harassing Kurt again and this Thursday was turning out to be one of the more distressing ones. Finn had been ill with the flu, staying at home, so Kurt had driven to school alone.
In the parking lot the jocks had already leered at him, realizing Finn wasn't in school that day.
By second period he had been slushied twice and up to lunch, locker checked by Karofsky three times. His back and sides hurt like hell and Kurt was sure the bruises would bloom large and black. He was scared throughout the day,staving off panic attacks at the end of every lesson and fearing the prospect of having to walk down the hallways alone.
Just before glee club began Kurt was standing at his locker, putting his English books away, glancing right and left every few seconds for letterman jackets, when he was slammed into his locker directly from behind. Hands grabbed at his jacket and as he was roughly turned around, he detected with a pang of fear, that the hallways were empty. Karofsky was directly in front of him, holding him up against the lockers, his face twisted into a grimace of rage.
Kurt trembled, not wanting to know what would happen.
"Did you tell anyone Hummel?"
Kurt didn't really understand what he was referring to, but it seemed his subconsciousness had.
"No, no, please I didn't tell anyone." Kurt heard himself whimper.
Karofsky huffed angrily and hissed.
"I really hope you didn't, because otherwise I might just have to kill you."
He was shoved against the locker again, his neck hitting a painful edge. Kurt hissed, crumbling to the floor as Karofsky let him go and then vanished down the hall.
Kurt tucked up his knees, his arms winding around his legs, shivering and gasping.
His whole body trembled and he didn't even realize he was crying until his vision blurred.
He didn't know how long he sat there, but at some point he knew he had to get out of the school, into his safe home.
Kurt didn't remember going into the parking lot or driving home or going up the stairs. Finally, when he walked into his room and the dragon perked its head up from his bed where it had been lying, Kurt broke.
He bawled and, choking on his tears, he fell down onto the bed, grasping for the scaly body and hugging it as tight as he could. The dragon was utterly still in his embrace but Kurt didn't care, he just sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. His body didn't stop shivering out of fear..
He hid his face into the dragon, trying to muffle the sounds a bit as Finn was down the hallway, fevered and probably trying to sleep.
His tears finally dried out with the sun's descent . His mouth felt cottony, his eyes burned and he felt utterly exhausted.
At some point he had heard Carole coming home and starting dinner alone, as today it would have been Kurt's free evening.
He hiccupped, sniffed and rubbed his nose with his hand (that was disgusting, he always berated Finn for doing this, but right now he really didn't care). He got up, still trembling a bit and looked for some clean clothes. The dragon made a strange croaking sound behind him and when Kurt turned around its eyes held a sadness Kurt feared were mirrored in his own eyes.
He exhaled, trembling, and went into the bathroom. The dragon trotted in before he could close the door and maybe it was just Kurt's current perception of things but the dragon seemed to be trembling a bit too. It flew up, landing in the top of the shower stall as always.
Kurt looked away, focusing his attention at undressing, before he walked into the shower and let the water run hot over his head.
He was just trying to relax and forget everything when he heard a creaking sound. It turned dark in the shower, a shadow falling over Kurt and blocking the light from the ceiling.
He squinted, water falling into his eyes.
Suddenly there was the sound of breaking plastic, a gasp was heard (not his own) and Kurt was crushed by a body landing on top of him. His vision filled with dark curls and huge green wings, so much bigger than his dragon's.
Water was pelting down on the leathery texture, producing a hollow sound and Kurt groaned, trying to move his legs which were tangled and pinned under the weight.
His mind started to catch up and he finally registered a warm, naked, wet body clinging to his equally naked body. Connecting the dots Kurt gasped and looked down at the naked, winged HUMAN lying on him.
tbc...