AN: Yes, I wrote werewolf Blaine. I know, I know, but I just can't help myself. *Dramatic sigh* As it's been pointed out, I have an unhealthy obsession with possessive/protective Blaine.

Notes: This is in Blaine's POV. This story goes AU from the middle of NBK, with Kurt and Blaine meeting in the staircase as usual, but me changing events afterwords to fit my story-writing needs.

Oh, also, random people might die. But let me just go ahead and declare Kurt, Blaine, Rachel, Mike, Mercedes, Artie, Finn, Quinn, Tina, Santana, Puck, Sam and Brittiney safe. (I want Blaine to wolf-out and attack someone in ND, but I don't want any of them to die.)

But everyone else is fair-game. Just a warning.

The day I met Kurt Hummel was the day everything changed. The moment I saw him, I felt something. I wasn't sure what it was, not at the time. I could smell the fear, pain, and nerves of the beautiful boy on the stairs, but there was something else. Something different. Something more. It was intoxicating, and it drew me in instantly. I had to know him. I couldn't fathom not. He was the most beautiful person I'd ever seen, the very definition of innocence, visually. His flawless skin, baby-blue eyes, naturally pouty lips, all giving the impression of purity.

But he had this dark undercurrent, this vibe that he could be so much more. He needed to be corrupted. Everything about him was calling to me, begging me to teach him, to show him his full potential.

I had always had a soft spot for those who begged...

Dalton Academy is structured, well-maintained, and never loud, much like the boys who attend it. Needless to say, it's boring. It was out of the question for me to kill off anyone though, as that would draw attention to myself. It would be very hard to hide changing into a wolf three days a month if I was under constant watch from a warden.

I had no form of entertainment.

So when I recieved an urgent text from Kurt, telling me he needed me, I was out the door. I would have used any excuse to get away for a while, actually, so that wasn't surprising. What was surprising, shocking even, was that I was actually concerned. I haven't worried about anyone since my first transformation, four years ago, when I accidentally murdered my parents. And even then, I got over it pretty quickly. I had always supposed the darkness in me simply overcame my ability to feel for others. After all, I killed people, and I liked it. It was satisfying. I mean, I had rules, like no small children, and nobody directly linked to me, but everyone else was fair game. Kurt would actually have been a perfect target.

Except, I didn't want to kill him. Hell, I wanted to protect him. And I had no idea why. It was very unsettling. And yet, here I was, arriving at McKinley High, searching the parking lot for Kurt.

When I saw him, I was worried. The boy's eyes looked greyer than usual, and his hair was slightly mussed. This was wrong, it had been obvious upon meeting the boy that his appearence was one of his top priorities. When he looked at me with those, gourgeous, yet comletely upset eyes, I couldn't resist pulling him into my arms, where he buried his face into my neck. Something was off. He didn't smell right. Kurt had had this light, airily sweet smell on the staircase, and still did, but it was covered with something else. Something sweaty, unclean, and just plain wrong was overlaying Kurt's scent. My eyes narrowed.

"Kurt, what happened?" I adopted a soothing tone, hoping he'd open up to me.

"He, he, kissed me." I felt a wave of anger wash over me, but tried to repress it, knowing that I couldn't risk losing control. Tonight was the full moon, if I got too pissed, shit would go down.

But someone had the audacity to kiss Kurt. Someone not me, and that was simply unacceptable.

"Who?" Kurt mumbled into my neck, it would be inaudible to most, but I heard it.

"Karofsky."

Karofsky. The guy who harassed Kurt, the guy who threw him into lockers and called him fag on an ugly basis. The biggest homophobe in Lima, Ohio, kissed Kurt. There was no way in hell Blaine was going to let this slide.

"Take me to him."

AN: Yes, that was my lead-in shorter than Darren Criss. The next chapter is going to have the Karofsky confrontation, obviously.

And yes, I'm still doing my other One and Only, and Things I would Like To Do To Kurt Hummel. (I have serious writer's block with the later though, so I decided to post this to see if anyone was interested. Are you?)

Okay so, thoughts...