Bitten: Chapter 2
Author: emocezi
Title: Bitten: Chapter 2
Wordcount: 4978
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, now do I make a profit from this fiction.
Rating: R, once more, just to be safe.
A/N: Sorry this took so long to get up. The sequel kind of exploded, not that I'm sure anyone is complaining.
Second and last part to Bitten. Don't ask for more, because I have no more to give you.
Thanks to kyuubi_paw for beta-ing this, and also to setos_puppy for letting me bounce ideas off of her and putting up with my mad babble about the difference between Lycans and werewolves.
It was all a little much to take in at once. Not only finding out that you would change into an animal once a month because some little shit just wanted to play around in the forest and got a little too excited. But also that you were now expected to settle down with one person for the rest of your life, and the other fact that that one person was male. Though Sylvester had told him that Kurt being gay was a good thing as he didn't have to convince a straight male to fall for him.
Now all he had to do was convince Kurt that he wasn't crazy, nor was he the bully he had been a week ago before all this had started.
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Kurt was avoiding him again. It was like he'd disappeared off the face of the earth, sure his scent hung in the air, taunting Puck in its simple perfection, but he was nowhere to be found. After the second day of smelling Kurt everywhere, but only seeing him in class, he was starting to go a little stir crazy. Snapping at people he didn't even know, pushing people out of the way, nearly punching a teacher in the face.
So it was no surprise when he was called into a faculty office for a stern talking to. Though the faculty pulling him for a talk was a shocker. Especially when Sue Sylvester started going off on the fact that he couldn't let his 'new found changes' effect the way he lived his life. Because if people noticed he was acting too strange, they would start asking questions, and that was something the Lycan community just couldn't handle.
Puck had sat dumbfounded as Sue ranted to him about behaving like a proper Lycan, and that stalking his mate would only make Kurt flee from his advances. That she knew what she was talking about, because Emma had been the same way at first before she realized that Sue wasn't going to give up. And Puck shuddered a little, because Sue and Emma was all sorts of 'OH GOD NO' in his mind. Even if Ms. Pillsbury was kinda hot.
Sue growled like she knew what he was thinking, and it seemed instinct to growl back, like she was threatening him. It seemed to appease the Cheerios coach and she nodded and let out a chuffing noise that sounded a lot like a contended lioness. That had been the weirdest conversation he'd ever had.
But when he took the advice about not stalking Kurt, he started to notice a difference. He would see the gleek out of the corner of his eye, just little flashes and then Kurt would take off. Like he was testing the waters to see if Puck was gonna flip out and start licking him in public again.
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After about a week of keeping away from Kurt, the hardest thing he'd ever done, the gleek finally came to him. Well, was pushed towards Puck by Mercedes and Tina to see what the hell was going on with the jock. Puck wasn't sure why they couldn't ask them himself, but having Kurt all by himself in a abandoned classroom. Yeah, he wasn't about to complain.
He ended up sitting at the far end of the classroom, clenching his hands into fists in an effort to keep from launching himself across the room and smothering the gleek in his scent to warn off others from his claim. Kurt was breathing fast in the way that people did when they were trying not to be nervous. His eyes were wider then usual and he looked like he was about to turn around and start clawing through the wall to get away.
“Hummel.” Puck leered at the gleek who swallowed, his scent changing from afraid to very, very nervous. “What brings you to me?”
“Nothing, I didn't want to talk to you.” Kurt edged away from the door, to the far corner of the room. “Brittney said I should, and then Mercedes and Tina were shoving me in here.” Being further away from Puck seemed to help settle him, and the jock tried to exude a feeling of calm, wanting to put the gleek at ease.
The smell of extreme nervousness made his nose hurt, made him want to pull Kurt into a small dark space and curl around him, calm him down and nuzzle the gleek into drowsy sleep. Though he imagined if he tried it, Kurt would claw his face off if he got within three feet.. And though biding his time seemed to be working, he was beginning to lose patience.
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Adam paced outside the school, hoping to catch a glimpse of the girl that had cast her siren’s spell on him. He could smell her inside the building, but had been forbidden from Sylvester to enter the school in case he bit someone else. One person’s life had already been ruined because he'd gotten too excited, he couldn't chance it on someone else.
He knew that Puck had been having a hard time with his mate. His boss’s cousin had come down to the ranch just outside of town and had a talk with Sylvester. She'd gone off about how he'd started to undergo the first symptoms of withdrawal. Being quick to anger was only the first step, soon he'd be acting more like his animal form then his human one. And when that happened, people got involved, and it was never pretty.
So Adam, being the good friend he was, had decided to help Puck out. He knew he couldn't talk to the girl yet, not until she had been properly introduced into their world, and now that she'd been noticed, she would be introduced. It was necessary.
But he could talk to Puck's mate-to-be. The boy had to know something was up, and maybe Adam could shed some light on the situation for him. Help him understand a little more on why his jock friend was acting a little stranger then normal.
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The first think Kurt noticed when he walked out the doors was the absence of Puck. The second thing he noticed when he made his way warily to his car was the scruffy teen in desperate of a haircut and a shirt without holes in it.
“Hi.” Kurt stopped walking as the boy took a step towards him. “You must be Kurt, I'm Adam.” The gleek took a step backwards, in a far from trusting mood. One of the people he was sure hated him the most was suddenly all over him, like white on rice, it made him a little twitchy. “I really need to talk to you about something.” Adam smiled, making him look harmless.
“I have nothing to say to you. Please step away from my car.” Kurt tightened his grip on his messenger bag and waited for the boy to move.
“Damn. I was hoping you weren't gonna say that.” Adam scowled at the ground, then looked back up at Kurt. The gleek took another step backwards, ready to start running back to the school. Hell, he'd even go to Puck if it meant not being stalked by this creep as well. Kurt took one more step and the scruffy boy dissapeared, there was a flush of hot breath on the gleeks neck, a sharp pain, and everything went dark.
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“One of these days Adam, I am going to wring your scrawny neck.” Sylvester ran his hands through his long blonde hair and scowled up at the ceiling. “You bring trouble upon yourself through your foolish actions. Now go call the new boy. We might as well get this over with.” Adam scrambled off to do as he requested, leaving the blonde man alone in the room where Kurt was unconscious on the bed.
“I hope you don't break his heart, kid.”
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Kurt awoke slowly to the sound of yelling, and his first thought was that someone had glued the lawn furniture to the roof again.
“S'okay Dad, I'll get it down later.” He mumbled, his head pounding like it only did when he got seriously sick. There was a scuffling sound, then a cool hand pressing against his forehead in a way that made him feel infinitely better.
“He's got a fever, what's wrong with him?” That sounded like Puck, but why would Puck be at his house.
“There's nothing wrong with him, his body is simply producing antibodies in response to his heightened stress levels.” Kurt didn't recognize this voice, though it was soothing and made him feel like there was nothing to worry about.
“So he's fine?”
“He's in perfect health. If he was ill you would know. His smell would change.” Kurt frowned, pushing the hand off of his forehead and sitting up. "Slowly..." The soothing voice came again, and Kurt squeezed his eyes shut when he opened them and light invaded his brain.
"Where am I?" Kurt asked slowly, trying to keep calm.
"At my house." Came the unknown voice again.
Kurt forced his eyes open, everything slowly swam into focus. He blinked a few times to clear his vision, finding himself staring at two people, one was Puck, and the other was a blond haired guy, who though slightly unshaven, looked harmless.
"What's happening..?" Kurt questioned as a glass of cold water was pressed into his hand and he took a slow sip, everything becoming less fuzzy the more he drank. “Why am I here?”
“We were planning on telling you at a later date, but I suppose this will have to do.” The man smiled and patted Kurt's knee, Puck letting out a growl at Sylvester's proximity. The blonde man flicked Puck's ear and stood. “You're friend here is going to change from human to animal once a month, and normally we'd do everything in our power to keep a regular human from finding out. But as you're his mate, it's only fitting that you take in this knowledge.” Kurt blinked, then raised an eyebrow in a razor sharp movement.
“He isn't my friend.” Sylvester looked taken aback at the tone, then slowly looked over at Puck who looked down at his hands, shame apparent on his face. “Not unless I've been missing something over the past few years and his violent homophobic rages have really been a twisted form of foreplay.”
“You....you've been abusing you're mate?” Sylvester's voice was quiet in a way that meant imminent danger.
“What? No!” Puck was on his feet, glaring at the blonde man.
“Mate?” Kurt's voice was panicked in a way that made both males look over at the pale boy. “What the hell are you talking about?” Sylvester was instantly at Kurt's side, cupping the gleeks face and tipping his head back.
“Poor boy, all this is happening in such a short amount of time. It must be so strange for you.”
“Hey. I'm the one that's a freak now.” Puck snarled.
“And if Adam hadn't gotten over excited and bitten you, you'd still be abusive.” Sylvester's eyes were greener then they had been before. His pupils growing slim and long till they were slitted in his eyes as he stared the jock down from his lofty perch. “Still wouldn't know the treasure that was at your fingertips. You don't deserve a mate of this caliber, not yet.”
Puck snarled, his brain shouting to remove the threat to his mate. Sylvester glared, stepping back from Kurt, the sound coming from his throat sounding more like a lion then anything human. The jock snarled again, feeling something rippling under his skin, like there was a physicality to his rage. He took a step forward, about to claw into Sylvester when the door flew open with a crash.
“Would you two get a hold of yourselves.” Sue Sylvester stalked into the room, Emma in tow. “You think the kid needs you two shifting and scaring him more?” She moved to the bed, where Kurt sat, frozen and terrified. Skin so pale he was nearly translucent, eyes opaque, trembling minutely. “You're both idiots. Get out.” Sylvester fled the room, dragging Puck with him.
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“I know this is all very strange and new and terrifying.” Emma smiled at Kurt who had regained a bit of his colour. “But you need to realize that Puck isn't the same person he was a week ago. He isn't going to stop following you around, or sniffing you in public, or violently protecting you when he thinks your in danger. Trust me, I know.” Emma looked over at Sue, who was pretending to read a 'Cheer nation' magazine.
“But...it's Puck.”
“I had the same reaction when Sue started following me around the school. And I had no one to explain what was happening.”
“Look kid.” Sue set her magazine down and leaned forward in her chair. “This is as big a change for him as it is for you. You think he isn't freaked out that he's chasing after the gay kid he used as target practice?” Emma narrowed her eyes and Kurt was surprised to see the Cheerios coach look a little nervous. “All I'm saying is give him a chance. He's getting all these new instincts. Keep you safe, keep you happy, keep you where he can see you at all times.”
“Exactly.” Emma smiled again. “I know this is probably the hardest thing you've ever done, but I promise you, it's worth it.” Kurt's eyes went from soft and scared to hard and cold.
“The hardest thing I've ever done was come out to my father. Nothing could ever be harder then that.”
“That's the spirit kid.” Sue grinned in a way that she should never do again. Because seeing Sue with a smile that wasn't sarcastic and sardonic and mean is all sorts of wrong. “Now lets get you outta that bed so you can go talk to your mate.” Kurt flinched just a little.
“Don't call him that. Please.”
“But he is your mate.” Sue frowned, cocking her head to the side like it's a particularly hard math problem.
“Kurt doesn't see him as such at this point in time.” Emma pointed out softly. “I imagine Puck threw him in the dumpster recently, and I know the slushie wars haven't stopped. Kurt has the right to accept this as slowly as he wants, or not at all.”
“What happens if I don't accept it?”
“There's a ceremony that can be done to alter the senses and allow us to find someone that would be more...accepting.” Sue scowled down at the floor, as if the idea offended her. “But it's only performed if you refuse to accept your mate after a full twelve months.”
“Oh.” Kurt looked down at his feet.
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“Stop growling.” Sylvester snapped at Puck who was pacing by the door, shooting it angry looks every now and again. “He'll come out when they're done talking to him, busting in there right now would be a very effective way to commit suicide.”
“What are they telling him? I can't hear him, what if he needs my help? What if he's in trouble, what if-”
“Kid, take a breath.” Sylvester straightened, twirling his cane and glancing towards the door. “My cousin might come off as the meanest person on the face of the earth, but she would rather cut off her own hands then allow harm to come to your mate.” Puck let out a low chuffing noise and flopped into a chair, trying to keep from bolting into the room.
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“When we go out into the main room, you need to keep calm. If Puck smells any change in your emotion, we're not sure what he might do. Every new Lycan handles their mate differently, just as every new mate handles their Lycan differently.” Sue spoke calmly, careful not to go too close to Kurt, knowing that if any scent but his own invaded Puck's nostrils when he was feeling at his most protective. It would not end well.
Kurt nodded, feeling nervous after being told all about what it meant to be a Lycan mate. Not only was he afraid he would ruin everything, bring disgrace to all the humans turned 'mate' that had come before him. But he really didn't want to be doing something like this with Puck.
Kurt took a breath and straightened his shoulders, shoving all his useless emotions into the back of his mind. If he could sing in front of the school, wear a corset to class, win a game for the football team, come out to his father, then the school, sing a girls song in front of his Glee-mates, throw said song for the love of his father, and help win sectionals...he could damn well step outside this room and face down Noah Puckerman.
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Puck sat upright when the door handle turned. Sue exited first, then Emma, then Kurt stepped out of the room. He wore the same haughty look that had always driven Puck to throw him in the dumpsters in the first place.
Puck stood and took a step forward. His skin tingled when Kurt's scent spiked, and Puck could feel something sliding under his skin. Very suddenly the room was too hot, too bright, too stuffy, and he could very faintly hear someone yelling something about changing before a pain like he'd never known ripped through him.
His jaw felt worse than it did the summer he'd attempted to grind the curb by his house and slammed face first into the sidewalk. Like it was cracking in two, then four, teeth shifting and sharpening. His ribs felt like they were splintering into his heart, his lungs were spasming and it was impossible to breathe. His bones were shattering, his skin on fire, muscles cramping until it felt like they would snap.
And as fast as it had started, it was over, leaving Puck dry heaving into the carpet. There was a gasping sound and he looked up, eyes focused on Kurt, who had gone a sickly shade of grey and was starting to sway.
“What's wrong?” Puck stopped, then attempted to speak again. ”Kurt?” Something was wrong with his voice, he couldn't speak. He was growling and making these weird kittenish mewls.
“He's a....he's a cat.” Kurt's voice was trembling, and he was swaying on his feet, eyes locked onto Puck's. “How can he be a cat?”
“He's a Jaguar, not a cat.” Sylvester's voice made Puck's ear twitch, his voice seemingly amplified. “To be more specific, he's a black jaguar. Rather rare as it's a genetic mutation and-”
“Enough with the science lesson nerdherder.” Sue snapped out, one hand on Kurt's shoulder to steady him. “Sit down before you fall over.” The Cheerio's coach pushed Kurt into a chair and Puck figured this would be the best time to go to him. He took a step, his fingers flexed and his nails dug into the carpet. He attempted to curse, though it came out as a strange, low grunt. He looked down at where his hand was digging into the carpet.
Everything went a little fuzzy, hot and then cold, a faint buzzing in his ears that made them twitch like mad. Because where his hand should have been, was a large black feline paw, inch long claws digging into the carpet. His throat was working, throwing out these strange high pitched growls.
A tentative hand touched his head and his lips curled back, hissing ferociously. His back tingled, and he could feel his tail (HE HAD A TAIL...WTF?!?!?!) swishing angrily behind him.
“Hey...Noah.” Kurt's voice was shaky and terrified, matching his scent perfectly. “Calm down....this is new for both of us, and I'm just as terrified as you.” Puck growled softly, leaning forward to bump his head against Kurt's thigh. “See, not so bad.” There was a whisper from someone else in the room and Kurt's surprisingly strong fingers slid along his newly broadened skull, gently scratching around his ears.
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“Where's your boyfriend?” One of the jocks sneered at Kurt, who was pulling books out of his locker. “Not here to protect you today?” The gleek ignored the blustering taunts. The jocks would get bored after a few moments of him not responding and wander off to torment another less fortunate soul. It's what happened when you had the attention span of a goldfish.
One of the jocks shoved Kurt just hard enough to make his head slam against the locker. The gleek winced, his skull aching like a bad tooth. If there was one time he was glad Puck wasn't at school, other then all the other times he'd been glad the jock was gone, it was now. Puck had been ordered to stay at Sylvester's house, after his first shift he was more susceptible to shifting in periods of high stress or high emotion. And all the Lycan community needed was one of the student morphing into a very large black jaguar and eating one of the hockey players for bullying his mate.
“Look how sad he is, not having his boyfriend here.” A third jock sneered, shoving at Kurt's shoulder in a way that guaranteed to leave a bruise. “Think we should make him feel better?” There was a snicker of general consciences, a dark leering smirk crossing their faces in a way that made Kurt feel very unsettled.
“Is their any reason you wastes of oxygen are blocking my way?” Sue's sharp voice cut through Kurt's fear. It was odd, not fearing the Cheerio's coach the way he had a week ago. “Get to class before I fail you for being too dumb to breath and walk at the same time.” The jocks stared at the coach, not sure if she was serious or not. “NOW!”
Kurt let out a sigh of relief when the jocks took off, the rest of the hallway emptying as it always did when Sue Sylvester appeared.
“You okay?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“Just trying to cut down on the number of causalities this little stunt is gonna cause.” Sue spoke with a casual air, like she was half joking, though they both knew that Puck would hunt down anyone that even looked at Kurt the wrong way. It was weird for Kurt to realize that the one person he thought he would hate for the rest of his life, was now the one person that would share the rest of his life. And Puck, this Puck, was already starting to grow on him, though the extreme over protectiveness was starting to loose its appeal. Emma had warned him that it only got worse if you didn't nip it in the bud at the start.
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“Who touched you?”
“Your Neanderthalic teammates.”
“I'll kill them.”
“Sit, stay, good boy.” Kurt patted Puck on the head, pushing him into a chair. “They shoved me into the lockers, it's nothing you haven't done.” Puck attempted to stand, growling when Kurt pushed him back in the chair. “Don't you take that tone with me.” The gleek swatted Puck over the head, glaring when Puck growled again. “I've been fending for myself for years. If I need someone with excessive testosterone and over abundant rage, I'll find you.”
“They touched you.”
“Get over it. I've had worse from you three days a week.”
“I can smell Jacoby on you.” Puck's voice was deeper then usual, a low rumble permeating the words. Kurt would ruin his favorite Marc Jacobs jacket before he'd admit that Puck's tone made his skin heat, toes curling in his shoes. The jock stopped, cocking his head and sniffing the air. He rumbled again, a leering smirk sliding across his face. “Something you like, Hummel?”
“From you? Get over yourself.”
“I can smell it on you. What you want, what you're craving, what you need.” Puck stood in a sinuous motion, Kurt taking a hurried step backwards, trying to control the blush he could feel creeping onto his face. The jock swept his tongue over his teeth in a very feline move, enjoying the way his mates scent held all his new favorite smells. Arousal, embarrassment, just enough anger to add spice, and a touch of shyness. The world's best perfume.
“You stay back.” Kurt held up a hand. “Sylvester said you're not allowed to shift for a week.” His voice was as nervous as his scent.
“Who says I'm about to shift?”
“...” Kurt went bright red, not about to voice the fact that anytime Puck got overly excited he would shift. And definitely not about to say that he knew he excited the jock, there was only so much embarrassment you could cause yourself in one day.
“I can feel it, just under my skin, wanting to get out.” Puck's voice was deep again, and Kurt swallowed reflexively, the jock made his Lycan form sound erotic. Puck moved far faster then normal, one moment he was staring Kurt down from across the room, and the next had him pressed up against the gleek, fingers threaded through belt loops and pulling Kurt against his muscular frame. “You smell so damn good all the time.” Puck's voice was muffled by Kurt's neck, the gleek stifling a whimpering moan when Puck brushed against a particular sensitive portion of his flesh.
“S-stop it.”
“I can smell him on you, Jacoby. Where did he touch you?”
“I'm serious, stop it.” Kurt attempted a bitchy tone that usually worked on everyone, from his father to the teaching staff. The jock inhaled sharply, then again, working his way slowly from Kurt's neck to his shoulders. He paused when he hit the strongest point of Jacoby's scent, inhaling deeply to memorize it and then letting out a low rumble of warning, and the danger of imminent attack. “Get off me.”
“Hummel, if I was on you, you'd know it.” Ah, there went that delicious mix of emotions again, and Puck shoved his nose against Kurt's skin to better breathe it in. He nosed Kurt's chin up, exposing that long beautiful neck to his mouth. Milk white skin, an unbroken canvas for him to stake his claim with teeth and tongue. The gleek attempted to pull away, slapping his hands against Puck's chest and pushing back.
He stilled when Puck gently bit his throat, teeth pressing against his trachea, increasing the pressure slightly before sliding his mouth upwards and sucking a mark just on the edge of Kurt's jaw. Puck slid his hands from Kurt's belt loops to grip his ass, rocking his hips forward into the gleek’s. Pausing every now and again to gently nip at Kurt's throat when he starting making escape like motions.
“Mine. Forever. Never let you get away.” Puck muttered against pale skin, sucking another mark before shifting his attention to the opposite side of Kurt's throat, where a fresh canvas of unmarked skin awaited him.
Kurt's scent was steadily changing from angry, to annoyed, to embarrassed, to aroused, to heavily aroused. His nearly inaudible whimpers were growing louder with every new mark sucked into his skin, and he was clutching at Puck's shoulders, manicured nails digging in and scratching tiny red marks along his arms. Cock pressing hotly against Puck's hip through skinny black jeans as the jock rocked against him.
Kurt had his eyes squeezed shut, gritting his teeth as he tried to imagine being somewhere other then here. It wasn't so much that he was opposed to sex, more that he'd rather not be doing it before he'd even been kissed, and with the attention Puck was showering his neck with, he didn't think he'd be getting much in the way of lip work any time soon. All it took was the jock to scent the tiny change on his skin, the soft tang of regret and he was pulling away, eyes scanning Kurt's face and then swooping in. Mouth covering Kurt's lily soft one, coaxing his lips apart and gently licking into his mouth.
The gleek was by no means an experienced kisser, and though he would have mocked Kurt for it before his little adventure with Adam the week before, it now made him appreciate being able to teach the gleek everything.
The knowledge that every mark left on his skin had never been left there before. Every gasping moan, every mewl, every whimper, every sound that crossed Kurt's lips would be his. Every time Kurt lost just a touch of shyness, enough to come to him, to say what he needed, it would be because of Puck. And that thought drove him wild.
One day, Kurt would accept that he had a mate, would grow as infatuated with Puck as Puck was with him. Want to know every detail about his life, not matter how small. Want him around to enjoy his companionship, but for now, to have Kurt gasping against him. To know that this was the first small step in the journey of their lives, now connected and joined in a path through time. It was enough.
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A/N: That's it. There is no more, so don't ask.
Title: Bitten: Chapter 2
Wordcount: 4978
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, now do I make a profit from this fiction.
Rating: R, once more, just to be safe.
A/N: Sorry this took so long to get up. The sequel kind of exploded, not that I'm sure anyone is complaining.
Second and last part to Bitten. Don't ask for more, because I have no more to give you.
Thanks to kyuubi_paw for beta-ing this, and also to setos_puppy for letting me bounce ideas off of her and putting up with my mad babble about the difference between Lycans and werewolves.
It was all a little much to take in at once. Not only finding out that you would change into an animal once a month because some little shit just wanted to play around in the forest and got a little too excited. But also that you were now expected to settle down with one person for the rest of your life, and the other fact that that one person was male. Though Sylvester had told him that Kurt being gay was a good thing as he didn't have to convince a straight male to fall for him.
Now all he had to do was convince Kurt that he wasn't crazy, nor was he the bully he had been a week ago before all this had started.
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Kurt was avoiding him again. It was like he'd disappeared off the face of the earth, sure his scent hung in the air, taunting Puck in its simple perfection, but he was nowhere to be found. After the second day of smelling Kurt everywhere, but only seeing him in class, he was starting to go a little stir crazy. Snapping at people he didn't even know, pushing people out of the way, nearly punching a teacher in the face.
So it was no surprise when he was called into a faculty office for a stern talking to. Though the faculty pulling him for a talk was a shocker. Especially when Sue Sylvester started going off on the fact that he couldn't let his 'new found changes' effect the way he lived his life. Because if people noticed he was acting too strange, they would start asking questions, and that was something the Lycan community just couldn't handle.
Puck had sat dumbfounded as Sue ranted to him about behaving like a proper Lycan, and that stalking his mate would only make Kurt flee from his advances. That she knew what she was talking about, because Emma had been the same way at first before she realized that Sue wasn't going to give up. And Puck shuddered a little, because Sue and Emma was all sorts of 'OH GOD NO' in his mind. Even if Ms. Pillsbury was kinda hot.
Sue growled like she knew what he was thinking, and it seemed instinct to growl back, like she was threatening him. It seemed to appease the Cheerios coach and she nodded and let out a chuffing noise that sounded a lot like a contended lioness. That had been the weirdest conversation he'd ever had.
But when he took the advice about not stalking Kurt, he started to notice a difference. He would see the gleek out of the corner of his eye, just little flashes and then Kurt would take off. Like he was testing the waters to see if Puck was gonna flip out and start licking him in public again.
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After about a week of keeping away from Kurt, the hardest thing he'd ever done, the gleek finally came to him. Well, was pushed towards Puck by Mercedes and Tina to see what the hell was going on with the jock. Puck wasn't sure why they couldn't ask them himself, but having Kurt all by himself in a abandoned classroom. Yeah, he wasn't about to complain.
He ended up sitting at the far end of the classroom, clenching his hands into fists in an effort to keep from launching himself across the room and smothering the gleek in his scent to warn off others from his claim. Kurt was breathing fast in the way that people did when they were trying not to be nervous. His eyes were wider then usual and he looked like he was about to turn around and start clawing through the wall to get away.
“Hummel.” Puck leered at the gleek who swallowed, his scent changing from afraid to very, very nervous. “What brings you to me?”
“Nothing, I didn't want to talk to you.” Kurt edged away from the door, to the far corner of the room. “Brittney said I should, and then Mercedes and Tina were shoving me in here.” Being further away from Puck seemed to help settle him, and the jock tried to exude a feeling of calm, wanting to put the gleek at ease.
The smell of extreme nervousness made his nose hurt, made him want to pull Kurt into a small dark space and curl around him, calm him down and nuzzle the gleek into drowsy sleep. Though he imagined if he tried it, Kurt would claw his face off if he got within three feet.. And though biding his time seemed to be working, he was beginning to lose patience.
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Adam paced outside the school, hoping to catch a glimpse of the girl that had cast her siren’s spell on him. He could smell her inside the building, but had been forbidden from Sylvester to enter the school in case he bit someone else. One person’s life had already been ruined because he'd gotten too excited, he couldn't chance it on someone else.
He knew that Puck had been having a hard time with his mate. His boss’s cousin had come down to the ranch just outside of town and had a talk with Sylvester. She'd gone off about how he'd started to undergo the first symptoms of withdrawal. Being quick to anger was only the first step, soon he'd be acting more like his animal form then his human one. And when that happened, people got involved, and it was never pretty.
So Adam, being the good friend he was, had decided to help Puck out. He knew he couldn't talk to the girl yet, not until she had been properly introduced into their world, and now that she'd been noticed, she would be introduced. It was necessary.
But he could talk to Puck's mate-to-be. The boy had to know something was up, and maybe Adam could shed some light on the situation for him. Help him understand a little more on why his jock friend was acting a little stranger then normal.
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The first think Kurt noticed when he walked out the doors was the absence of Puck. The second thing he noticed when he made his way warily to his car was the scruffy teen in desperate of a haircut and a shirt without holes in it.
“Hi.” Kurt stopped walking as the boy took a step towards him. “You must be Kurt, I'm Adam.” The gleek took a step backwards, in a far from trusting mood. One of the people he was sure hated him the most was suddenly all over him, like white on rice, it made him a little twitchy. “I really need to talk to you about something.” Adam smiled, making him look harmless.
“I have nothing to say to you. Please step away from my car.” Kurt tightened his grip on his messenger bag and waited for the boy to move.
“Damn. I was hoping you weren't gonna say that.” Adam scowled at the ground, then looked back up at Kurt. The gleek took another step backwards, ready to start running back to the school. Hell, he'd even go to Puck if it meant not being stalked by this creep as well. Kurt took one more step and the scruffy boy dissapeared, there was a flush of hot breath on the gleeks neck, a sharp pain, and everything went dark.
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“One of these days Adam, I am going to wring your scrawny neck.” Sylvester ran his hands through his long blonde hair and scowled up at the ceiling. “You bring trouble upon yourself through your foolish actions. Now go call the new boy. We might as well get this over with.” Adam scrambled off to do as he requested, leaving the blonde man alone in the room where Kurt was unconscious on the bed.
“I hope you don't break his heart, kid.”
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Kurt awoke slowly to the sound of yelling, and his first thought was that someone had glued the lawn furniture to the roof again.
“S'okay Dad, I'll get it down later.” He mumbled, his head pounding like it only did when he got seriously sick. There was a scuffling sound, then a cool hand pressing against his forehead in a way that made him feel infinitely better.
“He's got a fever, what's wrong with him?” That sounded like Puck, but why would Puck be at his house.
“There's nothing wrong with him, his body is simply producing antibodies in response to his heightened stress levels.” Kurt didn't recognize this voice, though it was soothing and made him feel like there was nothing to worry about.
“So he's fine?”
“He's in perfect health. If he was ill you would know. His smell would change.” Kurt frowned, pushing the hand off of his forehead and sitting up. "Slowly..." The soothing voice came again, and Kurt squeezed his eyes shut when he opened them and light invaded his brain.
"Where am I?" Kurt asked slowly, trying to keep calm.
"At my house." Came the unknown voice again.
Kurt forced his eyes open, everything slowly swam into focus. He blinked a few times to clear his vision, finding himself staring at two people, one was Puck, and the other was a blond haired guy, who though slightly unshaven, looked harmless.
"What's happening..?" Kurt questioned as a glass of cold water was pressed into his hand and he took a slow sip, everything becoming less fuzzy the more he drank. “Why am I here?”
“We were planning on telling you at a later date, but I suppose this will have to do.” The man smiled and patted Kurt's knee, Puck letting out a growl at Sylvester's proximity. The blonde man flicked Puck's ear and stood. “You're friend here is going to change from human to animal once a month, and normally we'd do everything in our power to keep a regular human from finding out. But as you're his mate, it's only fitting that you take in this knowledge.” Kurt blinked, then raised an eyebrow in a razor sharp movement.
“He isn't my friend.” Sylvester looked taken aback at the tone, then slowly looked over at Puck who looked down at his hands, shame apparent on his face. “Not unless I've been missing something over the past few years and his violent homophobic rages have really been a twisted form of foreplay.”
“You....you've been abusing you're mate?” Sylvester's voice was quiet in a way that meant imminent danger.
“What? No!” Puck was on his feet, glaring at the blonde man.
“Mate?” Kurt's voice was panicked in a way that made both males look over at the pale boy. “What the hell are you talking about?” Sylvester was instantly at Kurt's side, cupping the gleeks face and tipping his head back.
“Poor boy, all this is happening in such a short amount of time. It must be so strange for you.”
“Hey. I'm the one that's a freak now.” Puck snarled.
“And if Adam hadn't gotten over excited and bitten you, you'd still be abusive.” Sylvester's eyes were greener then they had been before. His pupils growing slim and long till they were slitted in his eyes as he stared the jock down from his lofty perch. “Still wouldn't know the treasure that was at your fingertips. You don't deserve a mate of this caliber, not yet.”
Puck snarled, his brain shouting to remove the threat to his mate. Sylvester glared, stepping back from Kurt, the sound coming from his throat sounding more like a lion then anything human. The jock snarled again, feeling something rippling under his skin, like there was a physicality to his rage. He took a step forward, about to claw into Sylvester when the door flew open with a crash.
“Would you two get a hold of yourselves.” Sue Sylvester stalked into the room, Emma in tow. “You think the kid needs you two shifting and scaring him more?” She moved to the bed, where Kurt sat, frozen and terrified. Skin so pale he was nearly translucent, eyes opaque, trembling minutely. “You're both idiots. Get out.” Sylvester fled the room, dragging Puck with him.
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“I know this is all very strange and new and terrifying.” Emma smiled at Kurt who had regained a bit of his colour. “But you need to realize that Puck isn't the same person he was a week ago. He isn't going to stop following you around, or sniffing you in public, or violently protecting you when he thinks your in danger. Trust me, I know.” Emma looked over at Sue, who was pretending to read a 'Cheer nation' magazine.
“But...it's Puck.”
“I had the same reaction when Sue started following me around the school. And I had no one to explain what was happening.”
“Look kid.” Sue set her magazine down and leaned forward in her chair. “This is as big a change for him as it is for you. You think he isn't freaked out that he's chasing after the gay kid he used as target practice?” Emma narrowed her eyes and Kurt was surprised to see the Cheerios coach look a little nervous. “All I'm saying is give him a chance. He's getting all these new instincts. Keep you safe, keep you happy, keep you where he can see you at all times.”
“Exactly.” Emma smiled again. “I know this is probably the hardest thing you've ever done, but I promise you, it's worth it.” Kurt's eyes went from soft and scared to hard and cold.
“The hardest thing I've ever done was come out to my father. Nothing could ever be harder then that.”
“That's the spirit kid.” Sue grinned in a way that she should never do again. Because seeing Sue with a smile that wasn't sarcastic and sardonic and mean is all sorts of wrong. “Now lets get you outta that bed so you can go talk to your mate.” Kurt flinched just a little.
“Don't call him that. Please.”
“But he is your mate.” Sue frowned, cocking her head to the side like it's a particularly hard math problem.
“Kurt doesn't see him as such at this point in time.” Emma pointed out softly. “I imagine Puck threw him in the dumpster recently, and I know the slushie wars haven't stopped. Kurt has the right to accept this as slowly as he wants, or not at all.”
“What happens if I don't accept it?”
“There's a ceremony that can be done to alter the senses and allow us to find someone that would be more...accepting.” Sue scowled down at the floor, as if the idea offended her. “But it's only performed if you refuse to accept your mate after a full twelve months.”
“Oh.” Kurt looked down at his feet.
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“Stop growling.” Sylvester snapped at Puck who was pacing by the door, shooting it angry looks every now and again. “He'll come out when they're done talking to him, busting in there right now would be a very effective way to commit suicide.”
“What are they telling him? I can't hear him, what if he needs my help? What if he's in trouble, what if-”
“Kid, take a breath.” Sylvester straightened, twirling his cane and glancing towards the door. “My cousin might come off as the meanest person on the face of the earth, but she would rather cut off her own hands then allow harm to come to your mate.” Puck let out a low chuffing noise and flopped into a chair, trying to keep from bolting into the room.
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“When we go out into the main room, you need to keep calm. If Puck smells any change in your emotion, we're not sure what he might do. Every new Lycan handles their mate differently, just as every new mate handles their Lycan differently.” Sue spoke calmly, careful not to go too close to Kurt, knowing that if any scent but his own invaded Puck's nostrils when he was feeling at his most protective. It would not end well.
Kurt nodded, feeling nervous after being told all about what it meant to be a Lycan mate. Not only was he afraid he would ruin everything, bring disgrace to all the humans turned 'mate' that had come before him. But he really didn't want to be doing something like this with Puck.
Kurt took a breath and straightened his shoulders, shoving all his useless emotions into the back of his mind. If he could sing in front of the school, wear a corset to class, win a game for the football team, come out to his father, then the school, sing a girls song in front of his Glee-mates, throw said song for the love of his father, and help win sectionals...he could damn well step outside this room and face down Noah Puckerman.
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Puck sat upright when the door handle turned. Sue exited first, then Emma, then Kurt stepped out of the room. He wore the same haughty look that had always driven Puck to throw him in the dumpsters in the first place.
Puck stood and took a step forward. His skin tingled when Kurt's scent spiked, and Puck could feel something sliding under his skin. Very suddenly the room was too hot, too bright, too stuffy, and he could very faintly hear someone yelling something about changing before a pain like he'd never known ripped through him.
His jaw felt worse than it did the summer he'd attempted to grind the curb by his house and slammed face first into the sidewalk. Like it was cracking in two, then four, teeth shifting and sharpening. His ribs felt like they were splintering into his heart, his lungs were spasming and it was impossible to breathe. His bones were shattering, his skin on fire, muscles cramping until it felt like they would snap.
And as fast as it had started, it was over, leaving Puck dry heaving into the carpet. There was a gasping sound and he looked up, eyes focused on Kurt, who had gone a sickly shade of grey and was starting to sway.
“What's wrong?” Puck stopped, then attempted to speak again. ”Kurt?” Something was wrong with his voice, he couldn't speak. He was growling and making these weird kittenish mewls.
“He's a....he's a cat.” Kurt's voice was trembling, and he was swaying on his feet, eyes locked onto Puck's. “How can he be a cat?”
“He's a Jaguar, not a cat.” Sylvester's voice made Puck's ear twitch, his voice seemingly amplified. “To be more specific, he's a black jaguar. Rather rare as it's a genetic mutation and-”
“Enough with the science lesson nerdherder.” Sue snapped out, one hand on Kurt's shoulder to steady him. “Sit down before you fall over.” The Cheerio's coach pushed Kurt into a chair and Puck figured this would be the best time to go to him. He took a step, his fingers flexed and his nails dug into the carpet. He attempted to curse, though it came out as a strange, low grunt. He looked down at where his hand was digging into the carpet.
Everything went a little fuzzy, hot and then cold, a faint buzzing in his ears that made them twitch like mad. Because where his hand should have been, was a large black feline paw, inch long claws digging into the carpet. His throat was working, throwing out these strange high pitched growls.
A tentative hand touched his head and his lips curled back, hissing ferociously. His back tingled, and he could feel his tail (HE HAD A TAIL...WTF?!?!?!) swishing angrily behind him.
“Hey...Noah.” Kurt's voice was shaky and terrified, matching his scent perfectly. “Calm down....this is new for both of us, and I'm just as terrified as you.” Puck growled softly, leaning forward to bump his head against Kurt's thigh. “See, not so bad.” There was a whisper from someone else in the room and Kurt's surprisingly strong fingers slid along his newly broadened skull, gently scratching around his ears.
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“Where's your boyfriend?” One of the jocks sneered at Kurt, who was pulling books out of his locker. “Not here to protect you today?” The gleek ignored the blustering taunts. The jocks would get bored after a few moments of him not responding and wander off to torment another less fortunate soul. It's what happened when you had the attention span of a goldfish.
One of the jocks shoved Kurt just hard enough to make his head slam against the locker. The gleek winced, his skull aching like a bad tooth. If there was one time he was glad Puck wasn't at school, other then all the other times he'd been glad the jock was gone, it was now. Puck had been ordered to stay at Sylvester's house, after his first shift he was more susceptible to shifting in periods of high stress or high emotion. And all the Lycan community needed was one of the student morphing into a very large black jaguar and eating one of the hockey players for bullying his mate.
“Look how sad he is, not having his boyfriend here.” A third jock sneered, shoving at Kurt's shoulder in a way that guaranteed to leave a bruise. “Think we should make him feel better?” There was a snicker of general consciences, a dark leering smirk crossing their faces in a way that made Kurt feel very unsettled.
“Is their any reason you wastes of oxygen are blocking my way?” Sue's sharp voice cut through Kurt's fear. It was odd, not fearing the Cheerio's coach the way he had a week ago. “Get to class before I fail you for being too dumb to breath and walk at the same time.” The jocks stared at the coach, not sure if she was serious or not. “NOW!”
Kurt let out a sigh of relief when the jocks took off, the rest of the hallway emptying as it always did when Sue Sylvester appeared.
“You okay?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“Just trying to cut down on the number of causalities this little stunt is gonna cause.” Sue spoke with a casual air, like she was half joking, though they both knew that Puck would hunt down anyone that even looked at Kurt the wrong way. It was weird for Kurt to realize that the one person he thought he would hate for the rest of his life, was now the one person that would share the rest of his life. And Puck, this Puck, was already starting to grow on him, though the extreme over protectiveness was starting to loose its appeal. Emma had warned him that it only got worse if you didn't nip it in the bud at the start.
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“Who touched you?”
“Your Neanderthalic teammates.”
“I'll kill them.”
“Sit, stay, good boy.” Kurt patted Puck on the head, pushing him into a chair. “They shoved me into the lockers, it's nothing you haven't done.” Puck attempted to stand, growling when Kurt pushed him back in the chair. “Don't you take that tone with me.” The gleek swatted Puck over the head, glaring when Puck growled again. “I've been fending for myself for years. If I need someone with excessive testosterone and over abundant rage, I'll find you.”
“They touched you.”
“Get over it. I've had worse from you three days a week.”
“I can smell Jacoby on you.” Puck's voice was deeper then usual, a low rumble permeating the words. Kurt would ruin his favorite Marc Jacobs jacket before he'd admit that Puck's tone made his skin heat, toes curling in his shoes. The jock stopped, cocking his head and sniffing the air. He rumbled again, a leering smirk sliding across his face. “Something you like, Hummel?”
“From you? Get over yourself.”
“I can smell it on you. What you want, what you're craving, what you need.” Puck stood in a sinuous motion, Kurt taking a hurried step backwards, trying to control the blush he could feel creeping onto his face. The jock swept his tongue over his teeth in a very feline move, enjoying the way his mates scent held all his new favorite smells. Arousal, embarrassment, just enough anger to add spice, and a touch of shyness. The world's best perfume.
“You stay back.” Kurt held up a hand. “Sylvester said you're not allowed to shift for a week.” His voice was as nervous as his scent.
“Who says I'm about to shift?”
“...” Kurt went bright red, not about to voice the fact that anytime Puck got overly excited he would shift. And definitely not about to say that he knew he excited the jock, there was only so much embarrassment you could cause yourself in one day.
“I can feel it, just under my skin, wanting to get out.” Puck's voice was deep again, and Kurt swallowed reflexively, the jock made his Lycan form sound erotic. Puck moved far faster then normal, one moment he was staring Kurt down from across the room, and the next had him pressed up against the gleek, fingers threaded through belt loops and pulling Kurt against his muscular frame. “You smell so damn good all the time.” Puck's voice was muffled by Kurt's neck, the gleek stifling a whimpering moan when Puck brushed against a particular sensitive portion of his flesh.
“S-stop it.”
“I can smell him on you, Jacoby. Where did he touch you?”
“I'm serious, stop it.” Kurt attempted a bitchy tone that usually worked on everyone, from his father to the teaching staff. The jock inhaled sharply, then again, working his way slowly from Kurt's neck to his shoulders. He paused when he hit the strongest point of Jacoby's scent, inhaling deeply to memorize it and then letting out a low rumble of warning, and the danger of imminent attack. “Get off me.”
“Hummel, if I was on you, you'd know it.” Ah, there went that delicious mix of emotions again, and Puck shoved his nose against Kurt's skin to better breathe it in. He nosed Kurt's chin up, exposing that long beautiful neck to his mouth. Milk white skin, an unbroken canvas for him to stake his claim with teeth and tongue. The gleek attempted to pull away, slapping his hands against Puck's chest and pushing back.
He stilled when Puck gently bit his throat, teeth pressing against his trachea, increasing the pressure slightly before sliding his mouth upwards and sucking a mark just on the edge of Kurt's jaw. Puck slid his hands from Kurt's belt loops to grip his ass, rocking his hips forward into the gleek’s. Pausing every now and again to gently nip at Kurt's throat when he starting making escape like motions.
“Mine. Forever. Never let you get away.” Puck muttered against pale skin, sucking another mark before shifting his attention to the opposite side of Kurt's throat, where a fresh canvas of unmarked skin awaited him.
Kurt's scent was steadily changing from angry, to annoyed, to embarrassed, to aroused, to heavily aroused. His nearly inaudible whimpers were growing louder with every new mark sucked into his skin, and he was clutching at Puck's shoulders, manicured nails digging in and scratching tiny red marks along his arms. Cock pressing hotly against Puck's hip through skinny black jeans as the jock rocked against him.
Kurt had his eyes squeezed shut, gritting his teeth as he tried to imagine being somewhere other then here. It wasn't so much that he was opposed to sex, more that he'd rather not be doing it before he'd even been kissed, and with the attention Puck was showering his neck with, he didn't think he'd be getting much in the way of lip work any time soon. All it took was the jock to scent the tiny change on his skin, the soft tang of regret and he was pulling away, eyes scanning Kurt's face and then swooping in. Mouth covering Kurt's lily soft one, coaxing his lips apart and gently licking into his mouth.
The gleek was by no means an experienced kisser, and though he would have mocked Kurt for it before his little adventure with Adam the week before, it now made him appreciate being able to teach the gleek everything.
The knowledge that every mark left on his skin had never been left there before. Every gasping moan, every mewl, every whimper, every sound that crossed Kurt's lips would be his. Every time Kurt lost just a touch of shyness, enough to come to him, to say what he needed, it would be because of Puck. And that thought drove him wild.
One day, Kurt would accept that he had a mate, would grow as infatuated with Puck as Puck was with him. Want to know every detail about his life, not matter how small. Want him around to enjoy his companionship, but for now, to have Kurt gasping against him. To know that this was the first small step in the journey of their lives, now connected and joined in a path through time. It was enough.
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A/N: That's it. There is no more, so don't ask.