Pieces of a dragon puzzle Chapter 4
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 6,200 this chapter, so far appr. 20,600 in total.
A/N: I'm sorry for delaying a bit with such a cliffhanger the last chapter, but here you go!
Summary: So, Kurt's dragon apparently wasn't a dragon anymore, but a very real human, currently lying naked on top of Kurt in the shower. Dragon!Blaine/Kurt
Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3
Water kept falling into Kurt's eyes and he blinked. He could hear their breathing, the hot air in the room filling his lungs. The boy (because yeah, those were boy’s parts he felt) shifted and as he moved into a crouching position in front of Kurt, his wings hit the shower stall with a dull crash.
“Whoops!” the boy (dragon?) exclaimed and locked eyes with Kurt.
Kurt was still. His brain was snot processing the situation, but he couldn’t ignore how the eyes of the boy were sparkling and staring with amazement and wonder at him.
Kurt stared back, highly skeptical of the reality of the situation. The water suddenly ran cold, shattering the moment and turning Kurt's back to ice.
“Kurt!” the boy grabbed him and lifted him to his feet, “Let’s get out of here, it’s cold.”
Kurt let himself be guided to his room where he fell onto his bed like a ragdoll, his eyes following the winged boy’s movements as he ran back into the bathroom to turn the shower off and came back with an arm full of towels. All the while his wings bumped into doorframes and furniture, his feet quite clumsy.
When the boy held out a large towel towards Kurt, he finally registered his wet, shivering body. His mind was still reeling but there was an undeniable spark when their hands briefly touched.
Kurt had just taken the towel from the boy’s hands, when the door was thrown open and Burt and Carole rushed into his room. Everyone stopped and stared at each other, and that's when Kurt’s brain decided to start working again. He yelped and threw the towel across his body. He didn’t need to have his dad and Carole see him naked.
But it wasn’t Kurt that had their attention. After a brief glance and deeming that he was all right, they both fixed their stares on the winged boy who had turned to face the intruders, completely unfazed by his own nakedness.
When Burt had first heard the crash, he and Carole had been in the kitchen washing the dishes. They'd looked at one another questioningly before frantically running up the stairs, having feared Kurt had fallen in the shower and broken something.
What Burt hadn’t expected was to see his son lying wet and naked in his bed and an equally naked and wet unknown boy standing in front of him, sporting wings.
Burt gaped. “Who’s this?” Then it clicked. “Wait, you're the dragon?”
The stranger turned to them, smiling bashfully. “Actually yes, but my real name’s Blaine.”
Blaine, Kurt’s mind gushed, I love your voice. He swallowed and cursed his inner teenage girl.
Blaine stood in front of Burt and Carole, clearly feeling uncomfortable. Kurt watched the flexing muscles of the ass in front of him, indicating Blaine was nervously shifting his weight from foot to foot. Kurt blushed, realizing he had been staring at Blaine’s ass. He adverted his eyes, hoping neither his Dad nor Carole had seen where his gaze had wandered.
Kurt looked at them. Burt furrowed his brows and Carole was blushing. Seemed like she had noticed the state of nudity too.
“Blaine, dear” she chimed in, “why don’t you dry yourself and get something to wear? I don’t think it’s healthy for either of you,” she turned her eyes to Kurt, “to stay that wet without clothes. I’ll get something from Finn for you, Blaine.”
Burt made a choked off sound as Carole mentioned his son and another boy being naked together, completely unable to deal with the innuendo.
He eyed them both suspiciously, when Kurt blurted out that it had happened in the shower; his dragon had just changed form!
Kurt changed in the bathroom, while Carole went down the hall to Finn’s room. She came back with clothes for Blaine, and an amazed Finn, who refused to look at Blaine until he was dressed.
As Kurt laid his clothes on the counter he breathed out heavily and rubbed his eyes, tired and sore from all the open eyed staring. He didn’t know what to do. He felt overwhelmed.
His chubby dragon had turned into a boy. A naked boy. An incredibly attractive, naked boy who Kurt had been ogling the whole time, he realized. His cheeks grew hot and he felt shame crawling up his spine.
Kurt had stared at his ass when his dad and Carole had been in the room and all the while Kurt’s eyes had been hungrily mapping the body in front of him and registering every detail. He hadn’t even realized how openly he had stared at Blaine. How he had taken in the bronze colored skin stretched over a small body, had seen the muscles underneath the skin, the strength every single limb held, the strong arms and legs, the fine hair on the chest, trailing down his stomach until it reached the groin, the abs, the cock and balls nestled in curls of hair. Kurt’s stomach twisted.
There were also the wings. They were bigger, but still the same color and proportion of the tiny dragon. The most intriguing thing was the scales. On the bronze skin Kurt had seen a row of dragon scales running down Blaine’s arms, starting behind his ears, before tapering off around his wrists. He had also glimpsed a few of them on his sides, scattering around the hips.
And he couldn’t forget his eyes. The dragon’s eyes were yellow, with specks of gold and brown. But these eyes were so much warmer. They were human now, and when Blaine stared at Kurt they held a wonder he had never seen in any one’s eyes. Not for him. Not like this.
His pulse hammered in his throat. In a few minutes he’d have to go out there again, where beautiful Blaine was.
How was he supposed to act around him now?
Kurt gulped. It was the Finn disaster all over again. A boy Kurt had a crush on from the first second he laid eyes on him, living in his home, invading his space. Having to hide his attraction. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Blaine was his dragon for McQueen’s sake. Not something to lust over. He felt lost.
When everyone was finally calm and dressed, they all went downstairs together. Kurt felt detached from the many emotions simultaneously whirling around inside him, not knowing what to do. Blaine walked in front of him, glimpses of skin visible through the slits in the t-shirt that Carole had made to accommodate the wings that bumped the wall every few steps. Kurt just hoped Blaine wouldn’t fall down the stairs, the way each bump seemed to almost throw him off balance.
When they all were in the living room, Kurt didn’t know where to sit. Normally, he’d have sat on the left side of the couch, dragon in his lap, Finn next to him and their parents in the armchairs. But now there was another person to accomodate.
Kurt primly sat on the outer edge of the couch, so it could house three boys. Finn plopped down on the other side, leaving a wide space in the middle for Blaine, the last one standing after having almost taken out a vase with his wings. His bashful, little smile had Kurt breathing faster for a few seconds. And then he felt ashamed. Again.
Blaine sat down really close to Kurt and frowned. “Sorry, I’m too heavy to still sit in your lap…” he mumbled, then latched onto Kurt’s right arm and pressed his complete body flush against Kurt’s side and buried his face into Kurt’s neck where his warm breath ghosted over the exposed skin.
Kurt stiffened and his eyes bulged as warmth spread from where their bodies touched. He flushed and tried to subtly shuffle away, but Blaine only moved with him. Panic rose in him as Finn stared.
“Don’t.” Kurt heard himself croak as he pushed Blaine away from his body, ignoring the confused, hurt look Blaine shot him. Blaine leaned back a bit but his arms were still wrapped around Kurt. Kurt pulled them free and Blaine whined, frantically grabbing at Kurt, trying to latch onto him again. “Stop it! Sit properly and stop hanging onto me.” Kurt hissed, his eye wide and frantic, glancing at Finn and their parents.
Their stony faces were all directed at him. He ignored them and cleared his throat when Blaine tried to grab his hand with his own. Kurt’s expression seemed to finally deter Blaine and the boy shrunk back into the cushions.
As Carole, Burt and Finn started asking questions, Kurt tuned out. He didn’t know how to deal with this. He didn’t. He’d never liked physical contact and he didn’t know how to act.
They wanted to know how Blaine had changed, if this was normal and how it had happened and why, if Blaine knew. When they asked this, Blaine briefly glanced at Kurt, catching his eyes, pleading with him. When Kurt didn’t move or answer, Blaine told them it was normal for dragons to change into human form after some time, after they hatched. He could still change back into dragon form, but he’d prefer not to, as he’d grow bigger still until the house was too small. And he told them the change had happened suddenly and he didn’t really know why. He finished with a desperate pleading look at Kurt. Kurt clenched his teeth and didn’t move a muscle.
He had a feeling he knew what Blaine really wanted to tell them. But Kurt didn’t want him to tell. He didn’t face the truth that Blaine had changed into his human form because of Kurt’s fear and desperation this evening.
Kurt stood up and announced he’d make them all some healthy snacks. He needed to do something and get away from the desperate look in Blaine’s eyes as they followed Kurt’s every movement. The look made Kurt sad, and angry at himself.
He turned his back to his family and started searching the kitchen for some carrots. In the background he could hear Blaine slowly explain that he’d be able to hide his wings and his scales with time. He’d need help with the scales from Wes to learn how to charm them but the wings should only take some weeks before Blaine knew how to pull them into his body, so they’d only remain flush against his back.
“Hey, dude,” Finn chimed in, Kurt could hear the awkwardness in his voice, already knowing Finn was going to ask something he was not completely comfortable with, “you’re totally intelligent right now. Uhm…were you like this all the time? I mean, even when you were a dragon? And when you pooped into the plants?”
Burt and Carole laughed and Kurt registered a quieter laugh, sounding slightly embarrassed. Crooning, dreamy.
“Uh…yeah. Maybe for the first few days I didn’t really register everything, hence the…plants and showers and…so on. But I think after a week I picked up everything like a human would, so yes.”
The word showers had Kurt’s wrist stop the knife with which he had been cutting up the carrots. He imagined feeling Blaine’s stare in his neck and goose bumps spread on his back. Blaine had seen him naked. He knew how Kurt looked naked, and not in the small-minded reptile sense, but like a teenaged boy! His jaw clenched.
And then Kurt remembered the COME incident. An ice block lodged in the pit of his stomach.
Oh God…
He freaked out internally. Clattering noises drew his gaze back to his hands and the knife was trembling in his hands. He threw the knife into the sink.
“I’m done, see you tomorrow, I’m really, really tired, I'm going to bed.” Kurt rambled as he dashed through the living room and up the stairs, not looking at anyone. He ran the second he was out of sight and closed the door to his room. He changed, switched off the lights and lay down. He could still feel shivers running down his spine and as he held up his hands, he saw they were still shaking. Too near, too personal, too dangerous.
Too real.
He was drifted in and out of sleep for a few hours, the lull of the unknown voice downstairs preventing him from drifting off completely. He was just sinking into dreamland, when the bed dipped and a body draped itself over him, a weight settling down on his chest and side.
Kurt gasped as arms wound themselves around him and he felt breath on his neck. He shot upwards and saw Blaine cuddling with him. He could feel strong muscles enveloping him, thighs touching his.
“What are you doing?” Kurt ground out, his eyes boring into Blaine’s.
The boy’s smile vanished and he suddenly looked small.
“Sleeping in bed with you, like every night?” Blaine whispered, his face holding an unsure expression.
Kurt snatched Blaine’s arms in his hands and pushed him away from him.
“That’s stupid, you’re human now. Hasn’t Carole or Dad made up the guest room?” he implored.
Blaine’s gaze shifted to Kurt’s door and back. His voice was so quiet, Kurt almost didn’t catch it when Blaine answered.
“Yes…, but I don’t want to sleep there alone. I never have, I’m scared Kurt. Please?” The earnest eyes staring up at Kurt made him feel like a monster. But Kurt didn’t feel like he could handle sleeping in the same bed with Blaine anymore. He had seen him masturbating.
The thought closed Kurt’s throat up and he manhandled Blaine out of his room.
“No, you have to get over this childish behavior, Blaine. If you want to be treated like a human adult, behave like one. Go to sleep and stop looking like a kicked puppy.” Kurt snapped and closed the door in Blaine’s devastated face before lying down again.
A few minutes later he heard shuffling behind his door and slow footsteps sounded down the hall.
As Kurt lay in the dark he stretched his arm out to the empty side of his bed, now cold. He felt bad for saying such mean things to Blaine. His defense mechanism had kicked in and Kurt realized then how much his harsh answer had probably hurt Blaine. He swallowed and tried to stop the tears from spilling out his eyes. He couldn’t deal with this. He didn’t know how.
Blaine stood in front of the closed door.
It was dark in the house, shadows crawling in the corners of the hall. He didn’t hear any sound from Kurt’s room. His feet were cold and he felt abandoned.
Kurt had never done this before. Blaine didn’t understand his sudden change in behavior. Feeling dejected, he slowly trudged back to his room and sank into the strange bed. Not Kurt's, not their's, and therefore, not his.
Pulling the blanket over his head, his eyes leaked. He was scared and wished for Kurt next to him. The old Kurt, who had been kind to him, had loved him, had cuddled with him and had even let him lick at his cheeks when he sat on Kurt’s shoulders.
From his throat tore whimpering sounds and his stupid eyes wouldn’t stop watering. Blaine tried to muffle the sounds in the sheets, not wanting to wake anyone up.
Finn tried to muffle his hacking in his fist. His fever broke that evening, but he still felt miserable and unable to sleep. Probably too much excitement, with Blaine and all.
Finn looked at the alarm clock: 1:30 am. Hopefully his coughing hadn’t woken his Mom or Burt, because he'd hate them to come to his room and find him playing Halo 3. He sniffed, not wanting to get a tissue; he'd have to move for that and then he’d most certainly die.
He died anyway, five minutes later on Level 5. Grunting, he switched the game console off. And that's when he heard the strange sounds.
Normally he wouldn’t think anything of it, considering they’d had a dragon living with them for some time and it produced the strangest sounds all the time. But Blaine was human now. Listening, it seemed to be coming from the guest room. He didn’t understand. It sounded like crying. Why was Blaine crying…?
On the other hand, Finn thought, why was Blaine even human?
When Blaine had explained things earlier, Finn noticed that he kept glancing at Kurt who had remained totally stone faced. Something was strange. Finn’s eyes wandered to his laptop. It was worth a try?
As the screen of the Google search bar came up he paused. What was he looking for, and what did he suppose he'd find? But Google always had answers, right? That’s what Puck had told him.
He typed in dragon changes into human why?
Surprisingly, Google had results, but nothing helpful. Finn frowned. They were all for stupid online games. He went to Wikipedia. Nothing. Blaine wasn’t at all like the dragons described there. Blaine wasn’t a grown dragon, and in his new form, nobody would even recognize him as a one. Where were the entries about his kind of dragon?
This was complicated.
Maybe he was some special kind of dragon native to Ohio? Finn shrugged and tried again, this time adding Ohio.
Up came a website called Dalton’s Dragons, a mysterious club at some fancy private school in Westerville, but it was better than nothing. He clicked on the link which said start here. An incredibly dull and complicated written text followed, discussing esoteric stones and their healing powers. Finn clicked further. Nothing on dragons or human transformation.
He frowned. Why had this page come up, when he had Googled? He typed his phrase again into the site’s internal search bar. The results revealed a short passage of text without links or a source.
Juvenile dragons may undergo human transformation if the bonded partner has a need for their mate to be humanly present. This is often the case if the human is in danger or has great fear and cannot deal with the situation alone. The dragon subconsciously recognizes this need and the transformation is an involuntary physical response.
Finn tilted his head, staring at the words. There were strange choices of words like mate and bonded partner but those were forgotten when he got to fear and danger! So, Kurt was scared of something? That wasn’t good.
Finn bit at his nails contemplating Kurt’s behavior in the last few weeks. He hadn’t really stuck around him since Blaine had been allowed to stay at home. And as Finn now thought about it, Kurt had been a bit strange the last few weeks, and this evening he had been totally batshit crazy!
Finn knew he'd wasn't well enough to go to school again, and probably wouldn't catch Kurt in the morning, but he decided he’d speak with Kurt when he got home. Dismayed by this new perspective, Finn sought distraction, logging into his Warcraft account and deciding to make the most of the still remaining night.
Finn woke up around noon. He felt great again and tromped down the stairs to get some chocolate waffles while he had the house to himself and no one could scold him.
Blaine was sitting on the windowsill of the living room, looking out at the driveway.
“Morning!” Finn hollered. Blaine turned his head and mumbled a “Morning” too.
“What’ya doin’?” Finn asked Blaine around mouthfuls of store-bought, chocolate waffles. As if he could make himself waffles. He had only burned himself twice in previous attempts, thank you very much!
Blaine didn’t answer immediately and Finn wondered if he had caught Finn’s cold; the red eyes at least gave that impression. The weak smile Blaine tried to produce also didn’t look good. “Waiting for Kurt, as always.” Woah, and his voice sounds real scratchy, Finn’s eyes widened.
“Oh, okay, man.”
Finn sat down and ate, helping himself to three more servings. Blaine had turned back to staring out the window, not moving the whole time. Finn wandered over to the TV began watching the afternoon talk shows. Blaine didn’t even glanced at the TV, even though they'd always watched together when he had been a dragon and Finn had gotten home first.
Around 4 PM they heard an engine and Blaine straightened. Finn strained his neck and could see Kurt’s Navigator in the entryway. Blaine stood up and two minutes later the door opened to reveal Kurt.
Finn couldn’t believe his eyes, his stepbrother looked like shit. He was pale, his eyes had sunken shadows under them and his hair was messily ruffled (the most serious sign something really wasn’t right). Finn assumed it had to be something at school. For sure. Because at home everything had been fine. He was going to have to have that talk with Kurt.
Blaine shuffled forward, his huge eyes bleary and the usual bright hazel was sickly pale.
“Kurt?” Blaine croaked and when Kurt didn’t answer, only looked at Blaine, Blaine tried to hug him. Only Kurt flinched back, ducking his head down.
“Don’t.” Blaine’s arms fell down. Finn couldn’t see Blaine’s face but he could hear a sniffle.
Kurt cast one last tired glance at Blaine then dragged himself up the stairs without even noticing Finn. The door to Kurt’s room closed and the house was silent apart from the TV. Finn switched it off and went up the stairs to confront Kurt. Blaine, still stood at the bottom of the stairs, and as Finn passed, he could see tears running down his face as stared at the space where Kurt had been.
Finn knocked on Kurt’s door and only got a muffled “Go away.” Finn pushed the door open and walked in.
“Dude, we have to talk.”
Kurt only looked at him exhaustedly. “Finn, I don’t want to. I’m tired and I just want to be left alone. Get out.”
Finn wanted to turn tail and run at the imploring look he received, but he couldn’t. He had to do this.
He straightened himself to full height.
“No, I won’t. You have been really strange the past few weeks and always jumpy. And I saw the way Blaine looked at you yesterday.”
Kurt’s eyes widened.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He denied, but Finn could see the panicked look in his eyes. He had him.
“You sure do, Blaine didn’t tell us the truth about why he changed. He changed because of you!”
Kurt looked relieved, which Finn didn’t understand, and then confused.
“I still don’t know what you mean.” He sniffed.
Finn grunted. “No way, you do. I googled last night and Blaine changed because you’re completely scared of something and can’t deal with it alone anymore. Dude, I’m your brother, I wanna help you! Tell me!”
Kurt stared at Finn, before he schooled his face. “You’re such an idiot, Finn, believing everything some shady website tells you. No wonder you thought you’d gotten Quinn pregnant.” Kurt drawled.
Ouch, that had been a low blow, Finn winced. He had made that mistake once. “That’s not the point!” Finn tried to save himself, “You're scared of something! Look at you, you look like death warmed up.” He exclaimed loudly.
Finn knew he had crossed a line by criticizing Kurt’s appearance. His eyes grew big as Kurt grew furious.
“Finn…” Kurt growled. Kurt advanced on him and Finn decided on a strategic retreat. He fled from Kurt’s room, banging the door closed so Kurt couldn’t follow, before barricading himself in his room.
Kurt might deny it, but now Finn was sure. On Monday he’d follow Kurt and find out what had his brother running scared.
His plan was perfect.
Carole came home around eight, exhausted from the extended shift at the hospital because one of her colleagues had called in sick. Burt had run into problems at the shop and wouldn't be home til around ten.
She hung her coat on the coat rack before going into the kitchen. She had expected to find the living room alight with the boys sitting in front of the TV, Finn watching some ridiculous pimp-show with Kurt reading a magazine and Blaine sitting close by and trying to read too. But what greeted her was a dark, cold living room with a lone huddled figure sitting on the couch. She frowned and switched on the light.
She saw extended wings hoisted around a body of which only the bare feet could be seen. Sounds of sniffles could be heard. Her heart went out to Blaine, wondering what he was doing here alone, where Kurt was and why was he crying.
Carole crouched in front of him.
“Blaine?” she tentatively asked, trying to get the boy’s attention.
The wings twitched and the body froze before the wings revealed a completely exhausted looking Blaine, his eyes red rimmed, looking miserably at Carole.
“Ooooh honey, what is it?” she cooed and held out her arms.
Blaine started crying again and clung to her. She rocked him back and forth, trying to make sense of the scenario.
When Blaine had calmed down a bit she put him at arm’s length, catching his eyes.
“Sweetie, what happened? And where are Kurt and Finn? Why are you all alone in here?”
Blaine hiccupped.
“U-upstairs. Both of them.” He licked his chapped lips. “Finn wanted to…do homework. And Kurt's been locked in his room since he came home, and won't come out. I tried going to him, but he wouldn’t let me in. He doesn’t want to see me.” New tears started flowing down his cheeks and he sobbed.
Carole hugged him again and shushed him.“It’s okay, it’s nothing bad, Blaine. I’ll go up and talk to them. You’ve been sitting here all day?”
At Blaine’s tentative nod, she stood up. She gave him a tissue with the instruction to blow his nose. “And now smile again, okay? You look so much nicer with a smile on your face.” Blaine’s smile looked painful but at least he tried. “There, and now I’ll make you a nice dinner because I’m sure you haven't had anything to eat all day, right? You’ll have to learn to cook a bit or at least how to prepare yourself some sandwiches so you won’t starve.” She tugged Blaine up from the couch and into the kitchen.
After making Blaine some warm food, Carole left him in the kitchen eating and ventured upstairs. The second Finn and homework were uttered in the same sentence she knew things were off. She first wanted to find out what Finn was hiding before going to Kurt; he was much harder to crack than her own son.
She found Finn in front of his computer seemingly doing actual homework. She cocked her head in disbelief. “Finn?”
“Mom! Wow, you’re late! What’s up?”
He didn’t close any windows on his laptop, so it wasn’t porn, she concluded.
“Honey, I found Blaine downstairs' hungry and completely by himself. What have you boys been doing? And Blaine told me Kurt won’t come out of his room?”
Finn looked sad. “Oh, yeah. Mom, something’s not right with Kurt. He was totally pale when he came home and when I confronted him about it, he locked himself in his room. I think something’s up at school and I’m gonna try to find out on Monday. It’s really getting to him. He's even blocking Blaine out.”
Carole pressed her lips together.
“Okay, honey. But if you don’t find out anything on Monday, Burt and I will need to get involved. I don’t want to push Kurt right now if you already have, but Monday at the latest, Finn.” She cocked an eyebrow at her son, willing him to understand how important this was.
“Yeah sure!” Finn nodded surely. On her way downstairs, she knocked on Kurt’s door, asking him if he wanted dinner, but she only received a muffled denial in response.
She spent the rest of the evening with Blaine, and eventually Burt, in front of the TV. She talked with Burt when arrived home and implored him to leave Kurt until he came to them himself, or until Monday when Finn found out what was going on. Blaine listened intently, and Carole wondered if he knew what Kurt’s behavior was all about. She decided not to press the issue, his friendship with Kurt was fragile enough and it wasn't worth the risk when Blaine clearly needed Kurt’s support.
When Carole went to bed around midnight, she found Blaine standing in front of Kurt’s closed door, staring at it. She watched, unnoticed, as he turned and went to his room with hunched shoulders, his wings hanging limply at his sides.
Part 2
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 6,200 this chapter, so far appr. 20,600 in total.
A/N: I'm sorry for delaying a bit with such a cliffhanger the last chapter, but here you go!
Summary: So, Kurt's dragon apparently wasn't a dragon anymore, but a very real human, currently lying naked on top of Kurt in the shower. Dragon!Blaine/Kurt
Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3
Water kept falling into Kurt's eyes and he blinked. He could hear their breathing, the hot air in the room filling his lungs. The boy (because yeah, those were boy’s parts he felt) shifted and as he moved into a crouching position in front of Kurt, his wings hit the shower stall with a dull crash.
“Whoops!” the boy (dragon?) exclaimed and locked eyes with Kurt.
Kurt was still. His brain was snot processing the situation, but he couldn’t ignore how the eyes of the boy were sparkling and staring with amazement and wonder at him.
Kurt stared back, highly skeptical of the reality of the situation. The water suddenly ran cold, shattering the moment and turning Kurt's back to ice.
“Kurt!” the boy grabbed him and lifted him to his feet, “Let’s get out of here, it’s cold.”
Kurt let himself be guided to his room where he fell onto his bed like a ragdoll, his eyes following the winged boy’s movements as he ran back into the bathroom to turn the shower off and came back with an arm full of towels. All the while his wings bumped into doorframes and furniture, his feet quite clumsy.
When the boy held out a large towel towards Kurt, he finally registered his wet, shivering body. His mind was still reeling but there was an undeniable spark when their hands briefly touched.
Kurt had just taken the towel from the boy’s hands, when the door was thrown open and Burt and Carole rushed into his room. Everyone stopped and stared at each other, and that's when Kurt’s brain decided to start working again. He yelped and threw the towel across his body. He didn’t need to have his dad and Carole see him naked.
But it wasn’t Kurt that had their attention. After a brief glance and deeming that he was all right, they both fixed their stares on the winged boy who had turned to face the intruders, completely unfazed by his own nakedness.
When Burt had first heard the crash, he and Carole had been in the kitchen washing the dishes. They'd looked at one another questioningly before frantically running up the stairs, having feared Kurt had fallen in the shower and broken something.
What Burt hadn’t expected was to see his son lying wet and naked in his bed and an equally naked and wet unknown boy standing in front of him, sporting wings.
Burt gaped. “Who’s this?” Then it clicked. “Wait, you're the dragon?”
The stranger turned to them, smiling bashfully. “Actually yes, but my real name’s Blaine.”
Blaine, Kurt’s mind gushed, I love your voice. He swallowed and cursed his inner teenage girl.
Blaine stood in front of Burt and Carole, clearly feeling uncomfortable. Kurt watched the flexing muscles of the ass in front of him, indicating Blaine was nervously shifting his weight from foot to foot. Kurt blushed, realizing he had been staring at Blaine’s ass. He adverted his eyes, hoping neither his Dad nor Carole had seen where his gaze had wandered.
Kurt looked at them. Burt furrowed his brows and Carole was blushing. Seemed like she had noticed the state of nudity too.
“Blaine, dear” she chimed in, “why don’t you dry yourself and get something to wear? I don’t think it’s healthy for either of you,” she turned her eyes to Kurt, “to stay that wet without clothes. I’ll get something from Finn for you, Blaine.”
Burt made a choked off sound as Carole mentioned his son and another boy being naked together, completely unable to deal with the innuendo.
He eyed them both suspiciously, when Kurt blurted out that it had happened in the shower; his dragon had just changed form!
Kurt changed in the bathroom, while Carole went down the hall to Finn’s room. She came back with clothes for Blaine, and an amazed Finn, who refused to look at Blaine until he was dressed.
As Kurt laid his clothes on the counter he breathed out heavily and rubbed his eyes, tired and sore from all the open eyed staring. He didn’t know what to do. He felt overwhelmed.
His chubby dragon had turned into a boy. A naked boy. An incredibly attractive, naked boy who Kurt had been ogling the whole time, he realized. His cheeks grew hot and he felt shame crawling up his spine.
Kurt had stared at his ass when his dad and Carole had been in the room and all the while Kurt’s eyes had been hungrily mapping the body in front of him and registering every detail. He hadn’t even realized how openly he had stared at Blaine. How he had taken in the bronze colored skin stretched over a small body, had seen the muscles underneath the skin, the strength every single limb held, the strong arms and legs, the fine hair on the chest, trailing down his stomach until it reached the groin, the abs, the cock and balls nestled in curls of hair. Kurt’s stomach twisted.
There were also the wings. They were bigger, but still the same color and proportion of the tiny dragon. The most intriguing thing was the scales. On the bronze skin Kurt had seen a row of dragon scales running down Blaine’s arms, starting behind his ears, before tapering off around his wrists. He had also glimpsed a few of them on his sides, scattering around the hips.
And he couldn’t forget his eyes. The dragon’s eyes were yellow, with specks of gold and brown. But these eyes were so much warmer. They were human now, and when Blaine stared at Kurt they held a wonder he had never seen in any one’s eyes. Not for him. Not like this.
His pulse hammered in his throat. In a few minutes he’d have to go out there again, where beautiful Blaine was.
How was he supposed to act around him now?
Kurt gulped. It was the Finn disaster all over again. A boy Kurt had a crush on from the first second he laid eyes on him, living in his home, invading his space. Having to hide his attraction. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Blaine was his dragon for McQueen’s sake. Not something to lust over. He felt lost.
When everyone was finally calm and dressed, they all went downstairs together. Kurt felt detached from the many emotions simultaneously whirling around inside him, not knowing what to do. Blaine walked in front of him, glimpses of skin visible through the slits in the t-shirt that Carole had made to accommodate the wings that bumped the wall every few steps. Kurt just hoped Blaine wouldn’t fall down the stairs, the way each bump seemed to almost throw him off balance.
When they all were in the living room, Kurt didn’t know where to sit. Normally, he’d have sat on the left side of the couch, dragon in his lap, Finn next to him and their parents in the armchairs. But now there was another person to accomodate.
Kurt primly sat on the outer edge of the couch, so it could house three boys. Finn plopped down on the other side, leaving a wide space in the middle for Blaine, the last one standing after having almost taken out a vase with his wings. His bashful, little smile had Kurt breathing faster for a few seconds. And then he felt ashamed. Again.
Blaine sat down really close to Kurt and frowned. “Sorry, I’m too heavy to still sit in your lap…” he mumbled, then latched onto Kurt’s right arm and pressed his complete body flush against Kurt’s side and buried his face into Kurt’s neck where his warm breath ghosted over the exposed skin.
Kurt stiffened and his eyes bulged as warmth spread from where their bodies touched. He flushed and tried to subtly shuffle away, but Blaine only moved with him. Panic rose in him as Finn stared.
“Don’t.” Kurt heard himself croak as he pushed Blaine away from his body, ignoring the confused, hurt look Blaine shot him. Blaine leaned back a bit but his arms were still wrapped around Kurt. Kurt pulled them free and Blaine whined, frantically grabbing at Kurt, trying to latch onto him again. “Stop it! Sit properly and stop hanging onto me.” Kurt hissed, his eye wide and frantic, glancing at Finn and their parents.
Their stony faces were all directed at him. He ignored them and cleared his throat when Blaine tried to grab his hand with his own. Kurt’s expression seemed to finally deter Blaine and the boy shrunk back into the cushions.
As Carole, Burt and Finn started asking questions, Kurt tuned out. He didn’t know how to deal with this. He didn’t. He’d never liked physical contact and he didn’t know how to act.
They wanted to know how Blaine had changed, if this was normal and how it had happened and why, if Blaine knew. When they asked this, Blaine briefly glanced at Kurt, catching his eyes, pleading with him. When Kurt didn’t move or answer, Blaine told them it was normal for dragons to change into human form after some time, after they hatched. He could still change back into dragon form, but he’d prefer not to, as he’d grow bigger still until the house was too small. And he told them the change had happened suddenly and he didn’t really know why. He finished with a desperate pleading look at Kurt. Kurt clenched his teeth and didn’t move a muscle.
He had a feeling he knew what Blaine really wanted to tell them. But Kurt didn’t want him to tell. He didn’t face the truth that Blaine had changed into his human form because of Kurt’s fear and desperation this evening.
Kurt stood up and announced he’d make them all some healthy snacks. He needed to do something and get away from the desperate look in Blaine’s eyes as they followed Kurt’s every movement. The look made Kurt sad, and angry at himself.
He turned his back to his family and started searching the kitchen for some carrots. In the background he could hear Blaine slowly explain that he’d be able to hide his wings and his scales with time. He’d need help with the scales from Wes to learn how to charm them but the wings should only take some weeks before Blaine knew how to pull them into his body, so they’d only remain flush against his back.
“Hey, dude,” Finn chimed in, Kurt could hear the awkwardness in his voice, already knowing Finn was going to ask something he was not completely comfortable with, “you’re totally intelligent right now. Uhm…were you like this all the time? I mean, even when you were a dragon? And when you pooped into the plants?”
Burt and Carole laughed and Kurt registered a quieter laugh, sounding slightly embarrassed. Crooning, dreamy.
“Uh…yeah. Maybe for the first few days I didn’t really register everything, hence the…plants and showers and…so on. But I think after a week I picked up everything like a human would, so yes.”
The word showers had Kurt’s wrist stop the knife with which he had been cutting up the carrots. He imagined feeling Blaine’s stare in his neck and goose bumps spread on his back. Blaine had seen him naked. He knew how Kurt looked naked, and not in the small-minded reptile sense, but like a teenaged boy! His jaw clenched.
And then Kurt remembered the COME incident. An ice block lodged in the pit of his stomach.
Oh God…
He freaked out internally. Clattering noises drew his gaze back to his hands and the knife was trembling in his hands. He threw the knife into the sink.
“I’m done, see you tomorrow, I’m really, really tired, I'm going to bed.” Kurt rambled as he dashed through the living room and up the stairs, not looking at anyone. He ran the second he was out of sight and closed the door to his room. He changed, switched off the lights and lay down. He could still feel shivers running down his spine and as he held up his hands, he saw they were still shaking. Too near, too personal, too dangerous.
Too real.
He was drifted in and out of sleep for a few hours, the lull of the unknown voice downstairs preventing him from drifting off completely. He was just sinking into dreamland, when the bed dipped and a body draped itself over him, a weight settling down on his chest and side.
Kurt gasped as arms wound themselves around him and he felt breath on his neck. He shot upwards and saw Blaine cuddling with him. He could feel strong muscles enveloping him, thighs touching his.
“What are you doing?” Kurt ground out, his eyes boring into Blaine’s.
The boy’s smile vanished and he suddenly looked small.
“Sleeping in bed with you, like every night?” Blaine whispered, his face holding an unsure expression.
Kurt snatched Blaine’s arms in his hands and pushed him away from him.
“That’s stupid, you’re human now. Hasn’t Carole or Dad made up the guest room?” he implored.
Blaine’s gaze shifted to Kurt’s door and back. His voice was so quiet, Kurt almost didn’t catch it when Blaine answered.
“Yes…, but I don’t want to sleep there alone. I never have, I’m scared Kurt. Please?” The earnest eyes staring up at Kurt made him feel like a monster. But Kurt didn’t feel like he could handle sleeping in the same bed with Blaine anymore. He had seen him masturbating.
The thought closed Kurt’s throat up and he manhandled Blaine out of his room.
“No, you have to get over this childish behavior, Blaine. If you want to be treated like a human adult, behave like one. Go to sleep and stop looking like a kicked puppy.” Kurt snapped and closed the door in Blaine’s devastated face before lying down again.
A few minutes later he heard shuffling behind his door and slow footsteps sounded down the hall.
As Kurt lay in the dark he stretched his arm out to the empty side of his bed, now cold. He felt bad for saying such mean things to Blaine. His defense mechanism had kicked in and Kurt realized then how much his harsh answer had probably hurt Blaine. He swallowed and tried to stop the tears from spilling out his eyes. He couldn’t deal with this. He didn’t know how.
Blaine stood in front of the closed door.
It was dark in the house, shadows crawling in the corners of the hall. He didn’t hear any sound from Kurt’s room. His feet were cold and he felt abandoned.
Kurt had never done this before. Blaine didn’t understand his sudden change in behavior. Feeling dejected, he slowly trudged back to his room and sank into the strange bed. Not Kurt's, not their's, and therefore, not his.
Pulling the blanket over his head, his eyes leaked. He was scared and wished for Kurt next to him. The old Kurt, who had been kind to him, had loved him, had cuddled with him and had even let him lick at his cheeks when he sat on Kurt’s shoulders.
From his throat tore whimpering sounds and his stupid eyes wouldn’t stop watering. Blaine tried to muffle the sounds in the sheets, not wanting to wake anyone up.
Finn tried to muffle his hacking in his fist. His fever broke that evening, but he still felt miserable and unable to sleep. Probably too much excitement, with Blaine and all.
Finn looked at the alarm clock: 1:30 am. Hopefully his coughing hadn’t woken his Mom or Burt, because he'd hate them to come to his room and find him playing Halo 3. He sniffed, not wanting to get a tissue; he'd have to move for that and then he’d most certainly die.
He died anyway, five minutes later on Level 5. Grunting, he switched the game console off. And that's when he heard the strange sounds.
Normally he wouldn’t think anything of it, considering they’d had a dragon living with them for some time and it produced the strangest sounds all the time. But Blaine was human now. Listening, it seemed to be coming from the guest room. He didn’t understand. It sounded like crying. Why was Blaine crying…?
On the other hand, Finn thought, why was Blaine even human?
When Blaine had explained things earlier, Finn noticed that he kept glancing at Kurt who had remained totally stone faced. Something was strange. Finn’s eyes wandered to his laptop. It was worth a try?
As the screen of the Google search bar came up he paused. What was he looking for, and what did he suppose he'd find? But Google always had answers, right? That’s what Puck had told him.
He typed in dragon changes into human why?
Surprisingly, Google had results, but nothing helpful. Finn frowned. They were all for stupid online games. He went to Wikipedia. Nothing. Blaine wasn’t at all like the dragons described there. Blaine wasn’t a grown dragon, and in his new form, nobody would even recognize him as a one. Where were the entries about his kind of dragon?
This was complicated.
Maybe he was some special kind of dragon native to Ohio? Finn shrugged and tried again, this time adding Ohio.
Up came a website called Dalton’s Dragons, a mysterious club at some fancy private school in Westerville, but it was better than nothing. He clicked on the link which said start here. An incredibly dull and complicated written text followed, discussing esoteric stones and their healing powers. Finn clicked further. Nothing on dragons or human transformation.
He frowned. Why had this page come up, when he had Googled? He typed his phrase again into the site’s internal search bar. The results revealed a short passage of text without links or a source.
Juvenile dragons may undergo human transformation if the bonded partner has a need for their mate to be humanly present. This is often the case if the human is in danger or has great fear and cannot deal with the situation alone. The dragon subconsciously recognizes this need and the transformation is an involuntary physical response.
Finn tilted his head, staring at the words. There were strange choices of words like mate and bonded partner but those were forgotten when he got to fear and danger! So, Kurt was scared of something? That wasn’t good.
Finn bit at his nails contemplating Kurt’s behavior in the last few weeks. He hadn’t really stuck around him since Blaine had been allowed to stay at home. And as Finn now thought about it, Kurt had been a bit strange the last few weeks, and this evening he had been totally batshit crazy!
Finn knew he'd wasn't well enough to go to school again, and probably wouldn't catch Kurt in the morning, but he decided he’d speak with Kurt when he got home. Dismayed by this new perspective, Finn sought distraction, logging into his Warcraft account and deciding to make the most of the still remaining night.
Finn woke up around noon. He felt great again and tromped down the stairs to get some chocolate waffles while he had the house to himself and no one could scold him.
Blaine was sitting on the windowsill of the living room, looking out at the driveway.
“Morning!” Finn hollered. Blaine turned his head and mumbled a “Morning” too.
“What’ya doin’?” Finn asked Blaine around mouthfuls of store-bought, chocolate waffles. As if he could make himself waffles. He had only burned himself twice in previous attempts, thank you very much!
Blaine didn’t answer immediately and Finn wondered if he had caught Finn’s cold; the red eyes at least gave that impression. The weak smile Blaine tried to produce also didn’t look good. “Waiting for Kurt, as always.” Woah, and his voice sounds real scratchy, Finn’s eyes widened.
“Oh, okay, man.”
Finn sat down and ate, helping himself to three more servings. Blaine had turned back to staring out the window, not moving the whole time. Finn wandered over to the TV began watching the afternoon talk shows. Blaine didn’t even glanced at the TV, even though they'd always watched together when he had been a dragon and Finn had gotten home first.
Around 4 PM they heard an engine and Blaine straightened. Finn strained his neck and could see Kurt’s Navigator in the entryway. Blaine stood up and two minutes later the door opened to reveal Kurt.
Finn couldn’t believe his eyes, his stepbrother looked like shit. He was pale, his eyes had sunken shadows under them and his hair was messily ruffled (the most serious sign something really wasn’t right). Finn assumed it had to be something at school. For sure. Because at home everything had been fine. He was going to have to have that talk with Kurt.
Blaine shuffled forward, his huge eyes bleary and the usual bright hazel was sickly pale.
“Kurt?” Blaine croaked and when Kurt didn’t answer, only looked at Blaine, Blaine tried to hug him. Only Kurt flinched back, ducking his head down.
“Don’t.” Blaine’s arms fell down. Finn couldn’t see Blaine’s face but he could hear a sniffle.
Kurt cast one last tired glance at Blaine then dragged himself up the stairs without even noticing Finn. The door to Kurt’s room closed and the house was silent apart from the TV. Finn switched it off and went up the stairs to confront Kurt. Blaine, still stood at the bottom of the stairs, and as Finn passed, he could see tears running down his face as stared at the space where Kurt had been.
Finn knocked on Kurt’s door and only got a muffled “Go away.” Finn pushed the door open and walked in.
“Dude, we have to talk.”
Kurt only looked at him exhaustedly. “Finn, I don’t want to. I’m tired and I just want to be left alone. Get out.”
Finn wanted to turn tail and run at the imploring look he received, but he couldn’t. He had to do this.
He straightened himself to full height.
“No, I won’t. You have been really strange the past few weeks and always jumpy. And I saw the way Blaine looked at you yesterday.”
Kurt’s eyes widened.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He denied, but Finn could see the panicked look in his eyes. He had him.
“You sure do, Blaine didn’t tell us the truth about why he changed. He changed because of you!”
Kurt looked relieved, which Finn didn’t understand, and then confused.
“I still don’t know what you mean.” He sniffed.
Finn grunted. “No way, you do. I googled last night and Blaine changed because you’re completely scared of something and can’t deal with it alone anymore. Dude, I’m your brother, I wanna help you! Tell me!”
Kurt stared at Finn, before he schooled his face. “You’re such an idiot, Finn, believing everything some shady website tells you. No wonder you thought you’d gotten Quinn pregnant.” Kurt drawled.
Ouch, that had been a low blow, Finn winced. He had made that mistake once. “That’s not the point!” Finn tried to save himself, “You're scared of something! Look at you, you look like death warmed up.” He exclaimed loudly.
Finn knew he had crossed a line by criticizing Kurt’s appearance. His eyes grew big as Kurt grew furious.
“Finn…” Kurt growled. Kurt advanced on him and Finn decided on a strategic retreat. He fled from Kurt’s room, banging the door closed so Kurt couldn’t follow, before barricading himself in his room.
Kurt might deny it, but now Finn was sure. On Monday he’d follow Kurt and find out what had his brother running scared.
His plan was perfect.
Carole came home around eight, exhausted from the extended shift at the hospital because one of her colleagues had called in sick. Burt had run into problems at the shop and wouldn't be home til around ten.
She hung her coat on the coat rack before going into the kitchen. She had expected to find the living room alight with the boys sitting in front of the TV, Finn watching some ridiculous pimp-show with Kurt reading a magazine and Blaine sitting close by and trying to read too. But what greeted her was a dark, cold living room with a lone huddled figure sitting on the couch. She frowned and switched on the light.
She saw extended wings hoisted around a body of which only the bare feet could be seen. Sounds of sniffles could be heard. Her heart went out to Blaine, wondering what he was doing here alone, where Kurt was and why was he crying.
Carole crouched in front of him.
“Blaine?” she tentatively asked, trying to get the boy’s attention.
The wings twitched and the body froze before the wings revealed a completely exhausted looking Blaine, his eyes red rimmed, looking miserably at Carole.
“Ooooh honey, what is it?” she cooed and held out her arms.
Blaine started crying again and clung to her. She rocked him back and forth, trying to make sense of the scenario.
When Blaine had calmed down a bit she put him at arm’s length, catching his eyes.
“Sweetie, what happened? And where are Kurt and Finn? Why are you all alone in here?”
Blaine hiccupped.
“U-upstairs. Both of them.” He licked his chapped lips. “Finn wanted to…do homework. And Kurt's been locked in his room since he came home, and won't come out. I tried going to him, but he wouldn’t let me in. He doesn’t want to see me.” New tears started flowing down his cheeks and he sobbed.
Carole hugged him again and shushed him.“It’s okay, it’s nothing bad, Blaine. I’ll go up and talk to them. You’ve been sitting here all day?”
At Blaine’s tentative nod, she stood up. She gave him a tissue with the instruction to blow his nose. “And now smile again, okay? You look so much nicer with a smile on your face.” Blaine’s smile looked painful but at least he tried. “There, and now I’ll make you a nice dinner because I’m sure you haven't had anything to eat all day, right? You’ll have to learn to cook a bit or at least how to prepare yourself some sandwiches so you won’t starve.” She tugged Blaine up from the couch and into the kitchen.
After making Blaine some warm food, Carole left him in the kitchen eating and ventured upstairs. The second Finn and homework were uttered in the same sentence she knew things were off. She first wanted to find out what Finn was hiding before going to Kurt; he was much harder to crack than her own son.
She found Finn in front of his computer seemingly doing actual homework. She cocked her head in disbelief. “Finn?”
“Mom! Wow, you’re late! What’s up?”
He didn’t close any windows on his laptop, so it wasn’t porn, she concluded.
“Honey, I found Blaine downstairs' hungry and completely by himself. What have you boys been doing? And Blaine told me Kurt won’t come out of his room?”
Finn looked sad. “Oh, yeah. Mom, something’s not right with Kurt. He was totally pale when he came home and when I confronted him about it, he locked himself in his room. I think something’s up at school and I’m gonna try to find out on Monday. It’s really getting to him. He's even blocking Blaine out.”
Carole pressed her lips together.
“Okay, honey. But if you don’t find out anything on Monday, Burt and I will need to get involved. I don’t want to push Kurt right now if you already have, but Monday at the latest, Finn.” She cocked an eyebrow at her son, willing him to understand how important this was.
“Yeah sure!” Finn nodded surely. On her way downstairs, she knocked on Kurt’s door, asking him if he wanted dinner, but she only received a muffled denial in response.
She spent the rest of the evening with Blaine, and eventually Burt, in front of the TV. She talked with Burt when arrived home and implored him to leave Kurt until he came to them himself, or until Monday when Finn found out what was going on. Blaine listened intently, and Carole wondered if he knew what Kurt’s behavior was all about. She decided not to press the issue, his friendship with Kurt was fragile enough and it wasn't worth the risk when Blaine clearly needed Kurt’s support.
When Carole went to bed around midnight, she found Blaine standing in front of Kurt’s closed door, staring at it. She watched, unnoticed, as he turned and went to his room with hunched shoulders, his wings hanging limply at his sides.
Part 2