Title: Primitive Instincts
Rating: Mature for sex themes and killing
Summary: One for all, and all for one. The Warblers are regular modern day musketeers. Or, you know, werewolves. But when their Alpha Blaine chooses to mate with an outsider, things might just get a little...wild.
A/N: Written for a prompt on the glee_kink_meme
Today was an important day. I knew it; I can feel it in my bones. I knew it from the moment I woke up. Today I would be choosing a mate. I sighed. Though I'm excited, I'm not particularly looking forward to it. I am expected to choose a mate from within my own pack, from the Warblers. While I am was at liberty to choose anyone I want, being the Alpha, it was preferred to keep it in the pack. It all sounds very incestuous to me, but hey, he I don't make the rules. Nor do I really follow them all that often.
However, my choices are limited. I'm supposed to choose a carrier, someone who would later be expected to bear my pups. Yeah, that's something every teenage guy wants to think about when they're having sex. Can you have my wolf human hybrids? Of the Warblers, only Thad, Trent, and Jeff were carriers, and only Jeff and Thad were actually gay. But Thad is pretty creepy; he's kind of obsessed with me. He's definitely my last choice on the mating list.
But it's not like the other choices are that great either. Trent isn't even gay, so that would just be pretty weird and awkward in my opinion. So obviously the next choice would be Jeff. However, I know that Jeff has a boyfriend. He's an outsider yes, and that's generally frowned upon, but Jeff is happy. And sure, I technically change into a monster once a month, and kill people, but I'm not evil. I wouldn't do that to Jeff, no matter how selfish I may be.
That didn't make me any less frustrated though.
Being the Alpha of the Warblers' pack, I'm naturally a dominant person. And my mate needs to be a submissive one, and a carrier. And I'd prefer them to be gay, so there's a shot for actual love. I don't know if you know this, but in Westerville Ohio, that's kind of a tall order. Even at an all boys' school. Basically, my only shot is… Thad. And that's not exactly an appealing choice.
So that explains why I'm currently stalling. I'm lingering on the steps, waiting as long as possible, before finally sighing, and making my way down the stairs. Unfortunately, my mating song has to be a public affair. More public than the pack even. I personally don't get it, it's not part of the pack rules, but I think Wes may be taking this whole show choir thing a little too seriously. It's not like any of us really care about singing. Sure, I think it's fun, and yeah, I'm pretty good at it, but we usually have more important things to do. We hunt as a pack, and we do have to put quite a lot of thought into our kills. We can't let anyone figure out who it is. We protect and defend our own, but we're still a group of teenage boys. That tends to cause a bit of friction among us.
I sighed, and checked my watch. I was already late, but I really didn't care. Sure, Wes would be ticked, but big deal. It's not like they could start the mating song without the Alpha who was to be mated. I groaned. In just a few minutes, I would be taking one of my pack mates off so we could lose our virginities together. I'm pretty sure normal teenage boys don't have to deal with this, but it's not like I really associate with anyone outside of my pack, so I have nothing to really compare to.
Deciding that I had prolonged it long enough, and it was no use putting off the inevitable, I began my descent down the staircase, regret in my steps. I was hardly an advocate for abstinence, but I was pretty sure there was supposed to be some enjoyment in sex. And if I had it with Thad, or Trent, both who was obsessed with having my pups, I was fairly sure there would be none.
So immersed was I in my own thoughts, that I didn't notice anyone behind me, until someone reached out to tap me on the shoulder. At first I was annoyed, and I turned around to tell whoever had bothered me to just bug off, until I saw him.
I may not be a romantic, but if this wasn't love at first sight, I don't know what is.
The beautiful boy is clearly not a Dalton student. My heightened sense of smell can detect the fresh scent of females and public school on him. Besides that, he is dressed out of uniform, but absolutely adorably. It's a good shot at the uniform, but it is one that cannot be copied. However, the boy clad in the clothes is far more interesting than the actual clothes.
He was unlike any boy I have ever seen before, all soft skin and picturesque innocence. He had wide blue eyes that had hints of green and grey in them. His expression was lost, innocent, perfect. My breath hitched in my throat, and I felt weightless, as if I were falling, or better yet flying. This boy in front of me is perfect in every way. And then he opened his mouth, and just improved.
"Excuse me? I'm new here, but where is everyone going?"
I felt my heart melt a little. The teenager had a high voice, melodic and clear. That must be what angels sounded like. I grinned widely. I had just fallen in love, and in less than a minute I am scheduled to sing my mating song.
"The Warblers are giving a public performance!" I said eagerly. But after that, I'll be happy to give you a private performance. The boy frowned, and I couldn't help but admire his expression. Even whilst frowning, he still looked so pretty.
"So, the glee club here is…cool?"
It was my turn to be surprised. What universe was he living in? The Warblers were the epitome of cool, and being a show choir was just a cover for being a pack of werewolves! Albeit, I had to admit, that did add to the cool factor quite a bit.
"The Warblers are like rock stars!" Okay, that might have been a bit of an exaggeration, but anything to get him to follow me. I stuck my hand out for him to shake, and introduced myself. "I'm Blaine." The boy stared at it for a few moments, before shaking it, saying, "Kurt. Kurt Hummel."
Kurt. That's such a pretty name. Like from the Sound of Music.
Suddenly, I was struck with an idea. But I had to execute it carefully. "Come on, I'll show you!" I cried eagerly, reaching my hand out yet again. "I know a short cut." A beautiful smile graced his perfect face, a face that looked as if had been carved by Michelangelo himself, though I doubted even the master painter could do Kurt's eyes such justice.
He finally reached his hand out to grasp mine, and immediately my hazel eyes, enhanced with wolf vision, zoomed in to the soft fleshy palm of his hand. I immediately spotted the birthing line. It was a faint crease in the palm, a line that not everyone had. I for one, did not have it. But everyone who was destined to be a carrier, did have it. If Kurt had been a werewolf, he would be a carrier.
Little thrills shot up and down my spine, though I'm not positive if that was from the thoughts I was having, or from Kurt taking my hand. Oh god, his hands were so soft! How did he even get his skin to be this soft?
I didn't care. Right now, all I cared about was making him mine. And as luck would have it, we were heading to the ritual where I would make that happen.
As we bounded through the corridors of my shortcut-which was actually the long way-I thought about how angry Wes would be. But screw him. I wanted Kurt, not Thad or Trent. Sure Thad would be heartbroken, and Trent would be furious that he couldn't carry the Alpha's babies. But it's in the rules, the mate the Alpha wants, the Alpha gets. Whether the rest of the Warblers were happy or not, Kurt Hummel would be mine.