Fic: Sheepish (1/?)
A/N: I... don't even know, you guys. This completely took over my brain and now it'll probably end up being four or five parts. Send help. Visual of Kurt can be found here and Blaine here.
Aka the fic where Kurt is a sheep and Blaine is a wolf and they get along fabulously and Burt is just confused.
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Kurt wasn’t quite like the other sheep in his herd. He knew it, the herd knew it, even the chickens on the farm knew it.
The other rams and ewes were varying shades of gray and brown, all with short, curly wool. Kurt was white and brown, and even if his wool had been the same colour as theirs, the texture was different. His horns were different too, not quite as straight and not as tall.
It didn’t help that while he enjoyed the company of some of the ewes; especially Mercedes, Tina and Brittany, he certainly didn’t want to mate with them like the other rams. It didn’t really help that he’d kind of kept trailing after Finn during the last mating season, either.
He was different.
His human - their human, really, but Kurt was the one who spent most time with him, Santana didn’t even go near him - said he was special. That his mum had been special.
But she was long gone, so Kurt was alone. He had the herd, sure, but they never really knew what to make of him. Some of the rams, especially Puck and Finn, kept running into his sides and knocking him down, bullying and pushing.
So most of the time Kurt kept by himself. Every morning his human - Burt - would take them down the trail to their field, and come back for them when it started getting dark. During this time the rest of the herd played, fought, grazed and rested, usually in the middle of the plain. Kurt preferred to stay under a large tree on a little hill, where the shade was comforting and the leaves tasty.
This was exactly where he was today, trying to get to a lump of leaves right out of his reach.
The wind was against him, and that combined with his frustration allowed the intruder to creep up behind him.
“Hi.”
He gave an undignified and startled snort, whirling around and freezing in fear. On the ground, only a short bit away, was a wolf. A large, gray and absolutely terrifying wolf that was going to eat him oh my god --
He ran, ignoring the yip of “No, wait!” (Yeah, right, like that was going to happen), until he crashed right into Tina, toppling her over.
For some reason, he didn’t tell the herd about the intrusion.
And if no one noticed that maybe he walked a little closer to Burt than usual on the way home, then that was fine.
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To his credit, he really did try to keep close to the rest of the herd the next day. And he did, until Puck started pushing at him as usual.
Tired of the abuse, Kurt strayed to his usual spot, keeping alert and ready to run.
The wolf still managed to sneak up on him.
“Please don’t run again.”
He jerked around, and of course the wolf was right there, but this time flat on the ground, ears down and eyes big. He didn’t look... all that intimidating, actually.
“Hi. ‘m not gonna hurt you. Promise.” His gray tail wagged slightly.
Against his better judgement, Kurt stayed. He was kind of backed up against the tree anyway.
“W-Why are you--” He gave a little snort and the wolf’s ears dropped impossibly further. "You can't promise not to hurt me when you want to eat me, that doesn't even make any sense!" He tried lowering his head to show off his horns, but if it actually came to a fight he knew he had no chance of winning. He was going to get eaten, he knew it. Well, fine. Nobody would miss him anyway. Except for Burt. And maybe Burt’s wife. Oh god.
“I don’t want to eat you!”
That made him stop short. “...No?”
“No! I just want to talk to you. You’re always on your own over here and--”
Kurt interrupted the wolf with an indignant bleat. “Are you stalking me!?”
The wolf looked alarmed. Sheepish, and well, if that wasn’t irony then he didn’t know what was. “No!” It whined. “I’ve just seen you here and you always look so lonely and I’m lonely, and you don’t fight like the other rams so you seem nice and I thought that maybe we could be friends?” Another soft whine, almost like a question, and Kurt felt surprisingly captivated by the sincere, warm eyes looking back at him.
But friends with a wolf?
He felt oddly touched, though. And he was lonely, he'd give the wolf that. The herd never seemed to notice, but this complete and utter stranger had. Perhaps the wolf wasn’t so horrible, if he could what they couldn't.
Kurt was startled out of his thoughts by a soft, quiet sentence. “My name’s Blaine.”
Blaine. “I’m... Kurt.” And oh crap, wasn’t this how friendships usually started?
“Kurt!” Flustered, Kurt snapped up a patch of clover to chew on. Blaine was practically vibrating, tail wagging happily.
God, he was so screwed.
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On to part two
Aka the fic where Kurt is a sheep and Blaine is a wolf and they get along fabulously and Burt is just confused.
- - - - - - - - -
Kurt wasn’t quite like the other sheep in his herd. He knew it, the herd knew it, even the chickens on the farm knew it.
The other rams and ewes were varying shades of gray and brown, all with short, curly wool. Kurt was white and brown, and even if his wool had been the same colour as theirs, the texture was different. His horns were different too, not quite as straight and not as tall.
It didn’t help that while he enjoyed the company of some of the ewes; especially Mercedes, Tina and Brittany, he certainly didn’t want to mate with them like the other rams. It didn’t really help that he’d kind of kept trailing after Finn during the last mating season, either.
He was different.
His human - their human, really, but Kurt was the one who spent most time with him, Santana didn’t even go near him - said he was special. That his mum had been special.
But she was long gone, so Kurt was alone. He had the herd, sure, but they never really knew what to make of him. Some of the rams, especially Puck and Finn, kept running into his sides and knocking him down, bullying and pushing.
So most of the time Kurt kept by himself. Every morning his human - Burt - would take them down the trail to their field, and come back for them when it started getting dark. During this time the rest of the herd played, fought, grazed and rested, usually in the middle of the plain. Kurt preferred to stay under a large tree on a little hill, where the shade was comforting and the leaves tasty.
This was exactly where he was today, trying to get to a lump of leaves right out of his reach.
The wind was against him, and that combined with his frustration allowed the intruder to creep up behind him.
“Hi.”
He gave an undignified and startled snort, whirling around and freezing in fear. On the ground, only a short bit away, was a wolf. A large, gray and absolutely terrifying wolf that was going to eat him oh my god --
He ran, ignoring the yip of “No, wait!” (Yeah, right, like that was going to happen), until he crashed right into Tina, toppling her over.
For some reason, he didn’t tell the herd about the intrusion.
And if no one noticed that maybe he walked a little closer to Burt than usual on the way home, then that was fine.
---
To his credit, he really did try to keep close to the rest of the herd the next day. And he did, until Puck started pushing at him as usual.
Tired of the abuse, Kurt strayed to his usual spot, keeping alert and ready to run.
The wolf still managed to sneak up on him.
“Please don’t run again.”
He jerked around, and of course the wolf was right there, but this time flat on the ground, ears down and eyes big. He didn’t look... all that intimidating, actually.
“Hi. ‘m not gonna hurt you. Promise.” His gray tail wagged slightly.
Against his better judgement, Kurt stayed. He was kind of backed up against the tree anyway.
“W-Why are you--” He gave a little snort and the wolf’s ears dropped impossibly further. "You can't promise not to hurt me when you want to eat me, that doesn't even make any sense!" He tried lowering his head to show off his horns, but if it actually came to a fight he knew he had no chance of winning. He was going to get eaten, he knew it. Well, fine. Nobody would miss him anyway. Except for Burt. And maybe Burt’s wife. Oh god.
“I don’t want to eat you!”
That made him stop short. “...No?”
“No! I just want to talk to you. You’re always on your own over here and--”
Kurt interrupted the wolf with an indignant bleat. “Are you stalking me!?”
The wolf looked alarmed. Sheepish, and well, if that wasn’t irony then he didn’t know what was. “No!” It whined. “I’ve just seen you here and you always look so lonely and I’m lonely, and you don’t fight like the other rams so you seem nice and I thought that maybe we could be friends?” Another soft whine, almost like a question, and Kurt felt surprisingly captivated by the sincere, warm eyes looking back at him.
But friends with a wolf?
He felt oddly touched, though. And he was lonely, he'd give the wolf that. The herd never seemed to notice, but this complete and utter stranger had. Perhaps the wolf wasn’t so horrible, if he could what they couldn't.
Kurt was startled out of his thoughts by a soft, quiet sentence. “My name’s Blaine.”
Blaine. “I’m... Kurt.” And oh crap, wasn’t this how friendships usually started?
“Kurt!” Flustered, Kurt snapped up a patch of clover to chew on. Blaine was practically vibrating, tail wagging happily.
God, he was so screwed.
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On to part two