Glee Fic--My Love Past the Moon and Back Pt. 1
Title: My Love Past the Moon and Back
Summary: Blaine is an alien on a mission. Go to Earth, find love, consummate. When he finds himself strapped to Kurt Hummel's lab table he's able to check one and two off his list.
Glee Kink Meme fill which can be found here. Wherein Kurt is a zoologist and Blaine is an alien wolf looking for a mate.
Warnings: Sex, animal play (meaning Blaine is an alien wolf when they do it)
Rating: NC-17
A/N: I TOTALLY FORGOT that dogs and wolves and such need to be let out to pee. I'm a cat person myself and I just totally forgot. So during the story Kurt doesn't let Blaine out nearly as often as he should. Please just assume that Kurt lets him out during time lapses. I wrote the whole thing and realized he never went out to pee, so I went back and added a few things. But I could only add so much before it just messed with the flow so...
This fic can now also be read in Chinese here.
There are points in your life, crossroads, small little things that tell you if you're going to turn right or left. High school presents you with your first, college acceptance. Your college, or lack of one, dictated what the world would offer you. Originally, Kurt Hummel had eyes for only the most prestigious of vocal schools. Then his father got in a car accident and Kurt decided to turn left instead of right. His father had been okay, ultimately. Kurt decided to go to a community college in Columbus while he recovered. But was never quite the same, he couldn't remember Elizabeth, or the love he'd had for her. And so his relationship with Kurt grew strained. In a last ditch effort to exhaust himself with work, Kurt took an animal behavior class. To Kurt it felt like he was finally making that grand right turn.
The tacked on fringe class had lead to a new passion. Kurt switched his focus to zoology and worked through his new course load like a man possessed. Seven years later Kurt is in the Netherlands working towards his doctorate. He lived in Sneek, a small city built around a waterway. The tall steeples and compact brick houses made him feel like he was living in a Victorian novel. It was beautiful and quiet. There wasn't much wildlife in the city itself but it was only a short drive to families of deer and and rabbits. His thesis work was about how modern cities could yield and work with wild game to keep peace and preserve nature. The townspeople were friendly enough with him and along the outskirts of the town there were a handful of children that were always eager to point him towards hiding animals.
His days were filled with quiet routine and sporadic trips East to Groningen for the night life. He'd been remarkably unsuccessful in finding a steady boyfriend. His hopes had been high two years previously. Coming to live in a country that had legalized same sex marriage nationwide was something of a dream for him. But good guys were just as elusive in the Netherlands as they were in America. His longest relationship had been with a bulky bartender that, in the end, reminded him far too much of Puck. The sex had been good but the conversation had been lacking.
Most days he shut himself away in his lab reviewing footage. If he wasn't shut away in his house he was out playing with the neighborhood kids. Just next door there was a little girl named Roscha that reminded him dearly of Brittany. She would often catch dwarf rabbits and bring them to him wrapped up in her shirt. He'd taken them all, so as not to hurt her feelings, but let them all go in secret. When she asked after them he claimed they were all obviously magic rabbits that had been called out of hats far away. Her father didn't really approve, but her mother thought it was sweet. Kurt was outside playing with her by the water when Wilhelm came running. He was in charge of animal control. It was a small section of the police, holding only five officers. They got along nicely but Kurt had never seen Wilhelm at his home.
He came running across the field waving his arms, gesturing wildly for Kurt to come to him and leave the children behind. He told Roscha to take her brothers inside and hurried to him. “What? What's wrong?” Wilhelm took a deep breath and beckoned him close.
“A wolf. There is a wolf loose in the town.” Kurt shook his head and tried to calm him.
“That's ridiculous. There are no wolves in Sneek. We don't have predators here. Wolves haven't been here for around a hundred years I think. You must be mistaken. It's a feral dog.”
“No. It is a wolf. But it looks odd. Wrong. Sick maybe. We're bringing it to you.” Kurt sputtered and crossed his arms angrily. He often had animals in his lab, but nothing dangerous. Once he'd had an injured Buck, but mostly he took in rabbits and birds, the occasional fish.
“You can't just bring dangerous animals into my home without consulting me.” Kurt's stomach sank as Wilhelm smirked.
“Friend, I thought you said it couldn't be a wolf? Then you have nothing to worry about yes? And I am consulting you, right now. This is your job Kurt. Enjoy the case.” They argued lightly for twenty more minutes before the animal control truck came into view. When Wilhelm went to help his colleagues Kurt went to open his door and the lab. He watched in awe as they hefted a large black hair wolf out of the truck. It took three of them to carry him comfortably. It was large and a bit worse for wear. It didn't look thin, but it was dirty, it's fur was matted with mud and twigs. He stood off to the side as they strapped him onto the lab table. He instructed them to be gentle and ignored the huffs he got in return. Before they left they gave him all the information on the tranquilizers they'd used. Then they ambled out, talking and laughing loudly about their crazy catch.
Kurt stood in the doorway, cautious. Wolves hadn't been in the Netherlands for decades. A majority of the town was willing to chalk this up to a zoo escape or a lost exotic pet, but it felt wrong. Even from the doorway Kurt could make out the wrongness. Its fur was thick and curled and there were no distinguishing patches of lighter fur. The animal was slate black from the matted fur at its tail to its wide and shortened muzzle. Its ears were just on the side of too big, just as the rest of it was. It could easily have weighed a hundred pounds. Cautiously Kurt stepped forward. His eyes raked over the restraints, two thick fibrous straps with metal ratchet buckles. He took a deep breath and reminded himself that it was tranqed.
“Get a hold of yourself Kurt. It's drugged and tied down, you're safe.” With that Kurt took a deep breath in through his nose and slowly exhaled as he reached out to touch it. The fur was thick and soft, at least in the places where it wasn't matted with blood and mud. He ran his fingers across its flank slowly, letting a curled lock loop around his finger for a moment. He pressed lightly, checking briefly for broken ribs and found none. He continued on to its rear leg and gently pinched the skin at its hip to move it aside. Kurt could see it's wide penile sheath, just barely hidden by thick curly fur. His lips twitch, fighting an awkward smile. Back when he'd first started getting devoted to his new field he'd stumbled upon some interesting videos. It'd been a complete accident, he'd been looking for a mating video to reference in his animal mating paper. He'd been horrified at first, shocked still, but shock gave way to morbid curiosity and he'd watched the whole film. It was the most frustrating hour and a half he can recall ever having. He'd dabbled in it briefly a year back while back packing around during the summer, but he'd never actually had sex with a dog, or any animal. But on occasion he was struck by an odd thought or desperate yearning and he'd go back to the film.
Kurt let go of the beast's leg and hastily looked over his shoulder. He was alone, of course he was. The animal control workers had left nearly a half an hour before. He was expecting no one. Quickly Kurt crossed to the door and shut it, he locked it, then pushed a chair under the handle for good measure. With a deep breath Kurt crossed back over to the exam table and reached out for the animal's tail. He grasped it firmly, and took note that the tailbone seemed thicker than average, then lifted it to the side. For a moment his mouth hung open in shock. There were no testicles. He reached out instantly with his other hand to push aside fur and search. It seemed impossible that this beast of a creature was someone's domesticated pet. He pressed and prodded and found nothing. Absolutely nothing, no testicles, no sack, and no evidence of surgical castration. There was nothing there.
Throwing caution to the wind Kurt released the tail and hastily unbuckled the bottom restraint. He grabbed the beast's hind leg and lifted it almost as high as it could go, desperate to see the creature's underbelly. He could still see it's penis, hidden in its prepuce. His earlier observation hadn't been wrong. It was wider than normal and certainly longer. At a loss for what else to do Kurt began pressing along the creature's belly, around and behind it's penis. His mind jumped to genetic mutation, he thought that this poor wolf was the result of contaminated water or chemical leaks. Genital mutation occurred in fish so often it was almost odd not to see it. Perhaps this wolf had been born in a more polluted area. He continued to search, brow furrowed. Then he felt a firm lump. Kurt huffed and palpitated the area then moved slowly to the wolf's opposite side and felt the same thing. It was almost as if it's testicles were internal. Kurt scoffed at himself and released the animal's hind leg.
“That's ridiculous. They're too big. Obviously he has tumors. The poor thing, it must have lived somewhere awful.” He pressed his hands to his together and over his mouth and nose, as if to pray. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes before picking up a tape recorder. He rattled off the date and time and a brief summary of how the wolf had come to him, then he sat it down on the rim of the table.
“The subject is larger than normal. He's almost twice the average. His fur has definite curls and the muzzle is shorter than average. The ears larger. While checking for broken bones I discovered that the subject has no testicles. I did a thorough search and discovered no surgical scaring. There is no evidence to suggest that the subject ever had testicles. He does have a prepuce and below it I discovered two as of yet unidentified lumps. They're firm and roughly one inch in diameter. I suspect these to be tumors. It is my guess that the subject was born in a toxic area and that the genital mutations and tumors are a result of chemical pollution.” Kurt paused here and stopped his tape recorder. Normally he would proceed by checking the wolf's penis and record his findings in real time. But he hesitated. He'd locked the door, and blocked it earlier. He wasn't expecting visitors and he had nowhere to be. Strapped to his lab table was a beast of a wolf, sedated. In his mind Kurt pictured the climax of his dirty movie. They'd used a dark furred Irish Wolfhound towards the end. Now all Kurt could see were the vague similarities between the movie dog and the unconscious wolf strapped to his table.
Carefully Kurt lifted the wolf's hind leg and with his other hand he traced the length of the wolf's penis. It felt solid beneath his fingers and Kurt shuddered. “Now or never Kurt. Now or never.” Kurt bites his lip and moves his hand. He presses down and pinches the wolf between his thumb and folded pointer finger. He squeezes tightly as he strokes, almost giggling at the feel of its fur sliding between his knuckles. He works steadily, his upper body hunched over the table, almost nose to belly. It doesn't take long for a deep purple-red piece of flesh to peek out. Kurt makes a noise of triumph and moves faster, now catching the hot tip as he works. He's so excited that he doesn't notice the wolf wake.
Blearily the wolf opens his eyes. He remembers running through the streets and tripping down a wet bank. He tries to remember how he got here but the mounting pleasure short circuits his thoughts. He rolls his eyes down and tries to see who's touching him. He can see chestnut brown hair and a pale hand holding his leg. He closes his eyes again and inhales. It's beautiful. The human smells like vanilla and cream and the cool winter nights on his home planet. He jerks his leg in the human's grasp, he's fully aroused now and can't control himself.
The sudden movement startles Kurt. He jumps away, dropping the wolf's leg. He can see the wolf watching him, panting softly. He doesn't know what to do. The wolf is aroused now, twitching and eager, just as he wanted. But Kurt expected him to stay under. He wasn't sure if he should attempt to continue or try to strap the wolf down again and leave. Before he can chose the wolf rolls its body and Kurt watches, wide eyed, as it pulls itself out from under the strap. Kurt knows better than to run. Instead he edges backwards towards the door as the wolf hops down from the table and stalks toward him. It's large, taller than his hip and bulky. Kurt tries not to think about what he's done. The animal is probably crazed, hurt and angry, and now it's aroused as well. He flinches back against the chair he pressed to the door. He'd never been in this situation. He'd only ever been an observer, once he'd reached out and touched, but the dogs were always well trained and usually leashed.
Kurt reached back to move the chair without turning his back on the wolf when it lunged. Suddenly there was a muzzle pressed to his neck, panting hot and wet into his skin and on his hip he could feel its hot erection bumping frantic against him. In a blind panic Kurt throws his arm out and reaches for something, anything, to fend off the beast. His hand closes around the daily paper, still bound in its rubberband from the morning. Kurt closes his eyes and whacks the wolf on its head as hard as he can. The effect is instantaneous. The wolf stills immediately and staggers slightly. Kurt stands deathly still as the wolf backs away and stands on all fours. He clutches the newspaper to his chest like a shield and watches closely.
The wolf droops its ears and whines low his throat. Kurt watches, stunned as it lowers its head onto its front legs, butt in the air, just like a dog. The behavior doesn't match any of his assumptions. Kurt licks his lips and steps closer. The wolf watches him closely and shifts its back legs restlessly. Kurt can see that it's still aroused. Slowly Kurt gets on his knees and looks the wolf in the eye.
“I'm not going to hurt you. It's okay. You're a good boy huh?” Kurt licks his lips and twists the newspaper in his hands nervously. “No humping okay. I'm sorry I lead you on, but no humping.” The wolf wriggles his butt and Kurt laughs nervously, almost hysterical. He can't believe he's talking to wolf. He can't believe that he tried to get to second base with a wolf. He presses his palms over his eyes and tries to calm himself down. When the laughter begins to taper off the wolf rises and presses his nose to the hollow of Kurt's throat and licks. He whines and presses his muzzle under Kurt's chin and tries to push away his hands. When Kurt drops his hands he places them on the wolf's head, cupping his big ears.
“This is stupid. You can't understand me, but I'm sorry I violated you or whatever. But I am a scientist and I need to see.” Kurt scratches the wolf's ears and smiles when his tongue lolls out of his mouth contentedly. Slowly Kurt pulls away and presses on the wolf's side. The wolf cocks its head to the side, confused. “Roll over, come on boy, let me see your tummy.” The wolf slowly does as he's told and when Kurt reaches forward he eagerly twists his erection into Kurt's unsuspecting hand. Kurt sputters and flinches but holds it. He leans forward to get a good look and almost wishes he still had the recorder on. It's odd, dark and almost purple. It has the same basic shape, a thick bulging knot and a pointed tip. But the tip is bulbous. It's swollen to half the size of the knot. The opening is wide, about half the width of his pinky finger. He reaches out and grabs on, testing the firmness and temperature. It's hard, like steel but hot, far too hot. The wolf twitches and bucks into his hand Kurt breathes out shakily to calm himself. He slides his hand down and tries to fit his hand around the knot. His fingers don't quite reach. It's just as hard and it scares Kurt. The idea of having sex with this wolf was clearly out of the question. Kurt lets go and stands on shaky legs. The wolf whines again and wags its tail restlessly.
He doesn't understand. The human keeps touching him but doesn't want to mate. Or he does but he's scared. The wolf whines and pleads, trying to make himself look cute and desperate. This human was beautiful, exactly what he had been looking for in a mate. He'd been given the opportunity to come to Earth and find a mate, a great honor on his planet and he didn't want to waste it. For weeks he'd been stalking through Europe sniffing out potentials and then promptly being disappointed. Earthlings saw him as a mere animal. And on this planet, so early in its evolution, it saw breeding with animals as wrong. But this human had initiated contact. He'd started the mating first, but was obviously frightened. When the human turned and stepped away the wolf whined again then let out a pleading yip. He watched the human turn back, nerves clearly visible on his face.
“I'm sorry...what should I call you? Cody...Jack...Puckerman...Blaine-“ Kurt stopped when the wolf yipped again. He smiled and got back onto his knees. The wolf, Blaine, was still on his back, still hard and aching. Kurt reaches out and hovers over Blaine's stomach and looks him in the eye. “No humping. No biting. Biting bad. Humping bad.” Kurt tries to keep his voice firm and his gaze serious. When Blaine snorts softly and thumps his tail, Kurt relents. He works quickly, knowing that if he slows down he'll lose his nerve. He tries to ignore the feel of it in his palm and the rough animalistic sounds coming from Blaine as he works. Soon enough the wolf's legs are twitching and his tongue is lolling out of his mouth. Kurt shifts on his knees, spreading them farther apart and leaning in closer. He begins twisting his wrist near the tip, hoping to finish things soon. A few strokes later Blaine is throwing his head back and howling, long and low. Kurt panics and jerks his hand away at the sight. The wolf is orgasming and it's clear that the lumps in his abdomen weren't tumors. Thick ropes of semen are shooting out and catching on his dark curly fur. Kurt is shocked by the amount and intensity and itches to run for a camera. But he stays where he is, half hard and kneeling on his cold floor next to a spent wolf.
Kurt's not really sure how he managed but eventually they're both in the bathroom and Kurt is running a warm bath for Blaine, who is acting more like an overgrown puppy than a feral wolf. When he pats the side of the tub Blaine hops in and splashes everything. Kurt clucks his tongue and sets to work scrubbing the blood and dirt from his fur. The longer he scrubbed the more he realized he couldn't smell wet dog. The cleaner Blaine got the more he smelt of hazelnuts. It was sweet and woodsy and Kurt found himself running his nose across Blaine's shoulders to get a better whiff. Blaine let out a soft woof, content and Kurt jerked out of his daze. He blushed and hastily snatched the showerhead attachment from the wall and sprayed Blaine down.
Blaine's beside himself with joy. His human sort of mated with him and put him in a nice warm bath. His human even enjoyed his smell. Blaine shifted and wriggled on his haunches, too excited to sit still. He knew that he still had a lot of work to do. Courting humans was particularly hard in animal form but Blaine couldn't gain his humanoid form until after his first coupling. As Kurt sprayed him down with he wondered if Kurt would find his humanoid form pleasing.
Kurt whistled, snapped, and pointed to the bathroom floor. Blaine cocked his head at him, confused for a moment, before scrambling out of the tub and sitting at Kurt's feet. He growled playfully and nipped at Kurt's fingers and wrists while Kurt wrapped a large fluffy blue towel around him. Kurt scowled and fought the urge to laugh as he patted and fluffed the large wolf. “Stop it. Don't you want to be dry? If you don't get dry you can't sleep anywhere warm. I'll leave you in the lab.” Blaine pressed his ears to his skull and ducked his head to the floor with a whine. “I don't care. Wet animals don't get to sleep on the carpet.” Kurt pulled the towel over Blaine's now raised head and scrubbed quickly back and forth, making sure to pat the inside of his ears dry too. “If you're very well behaved I might let you sleep in my bed.”
At this Blaine yipped and trotted around in a circle, difficult to do in the small space, and nearly knocked Kurt over for his efforts. But Kurt smiled instead of yelling and lead the way out into the kitchen. “Come on boy.” Kurt let out a slow breath and tried to calm himself. So far Blaine had proved himself to be a domesticated animal. It was entirely possible that someone had found him and trained him in secret, afraid of what animal control would do if they found him. Barring that first embarrassing incident Blaine had been perfectly well behaved. Kurt mused a bit more on the fact that Blaine seemed to understand him perfectly despite his speaking English.
Once they reached the kitchen Blaine bounded forward and began sniffing and pawing at everything he could reach; which, much to Kurt's horror, was pretty much everything. Blaine even tried to get into the fridge but was having trouble with the French doors. It suddenly occurred to him that if Blaine was so dirty and banged up he was probably starving as well. “Oh no. Let me get you something.” He rushed to the cabinet to pull out a serving platter then dove into the fridge to find something for him. “Are you hungry Blaine? Hungry? I bet you are Blaine. I bet you are.” Kurt finally decided on a slab of steak he'd been saving for the weekend and some leftover meatballs from the night before. He dumped the meatballs on the tray and slid it to Blaine with his foot before taking the steak aside to dice it up. With that done he looked down at Blaine, who'd plopped down on the floor and was licking the sweet brown gravy from half chewed meatballs on the edge of the platter. He was splattering flecks of gravy and spit onto the otherwise clean linoleum but Kurt couldn't bring himself to care. It was obvious that Blaine was in need of some love and attention, and a hearty meal. Kurt tipped the diced raw meat onto the platter and rinsed his hands, then he grabbed a bowl and filled it to the brim with cool water. “There you go boy. Enjoy that.”
Blaine was in heaven. He wasn't sure what his human had given him to eat, but it was delicious. It was savory and sweet. It was made of meat, cow meat he guessed. The raw bloody stuff smelled similar and tasted just as good, just different. Cows were quickly becoming his favorite Earth animal if it could produce all these different tastes. His human, his Kurt, had also given him a bowl of water. It was cleaner than what he'd been drinking from the channels but still bland. He wished humans would leave better drinks lying around. He missed drinking kwolar juice, he missed his mama's milky teas, and the fizzy drinks his brother would sneak to him. He missed lots of other things as well, his family in general for one and his friends. He missed being able to talk psychicly, and the songs his school mates would sing to each other. This human, Kurt, made him miss winter. It was his scent. And that was bittersweet, because it did make him ache for home. But it also made him feel like Kurt belonged with him because he smelt like home.
Kurt bustled around the kitchen, quickly throwing a pasta dish together for himself. He hadn't eaten since morning due to all the excitement and confusion. He stepped over Blaine and sat at the table with his dinner. But for a while all he did was watch Blaine. The wolf was undeniably adorable, and obviously enjoying his meal if the noises were anything to go by. Kurt felt nervous. In a few hours time he'd be in bed with this beast of an animal at the foot. Blaine could do any number of things to him in his sleep. The proper thing to do would be to lock him in one of the cages in the lab. But it felt wrong. Whenever Kurt caught Blaine's bright eyes, hazel which he'd missed before, he felt this yearning. It felt inhumane to deny Blaine a bed or at least a warm patch of carpet to curl up on. Surely if he were planning on going feral and eating him he would have done it already? He also thought about his hasty decision to almost have sex with a wolf of unknown origins. Blaine could have diseases or infections. He could have rabies. Which lead him back to Blaine being dangerous.
“Are you going to eat me Blaine?” Blaine licked his muzzle clean of gravy and blood before standing. He trotted over to Kurt and pressed his muzzle into Kurt's legs, swinging his tail wildly. “Is that a no boy? Hm...are you going to hump me then? In my sleep?” At this Blaine barked, sharp and loud. The accidental implication shocked Kurt into laughter. He scratched Blaine behind the ears as he chuckled, completely unaware of Blaine's confused stare. When Blaine shook his hand away and went back to the food Kurt turned to his own meal.
Once he was finished he took his bowl to the sink and scratched Blaine behind the ears lazily. “I'm going to take a shower.” Blaine barked and kept an eye on Kurt as he left the kitchen. Once Blaine heard the sound of running water he headed for the bathroom. The door was open, just a sliver. He nudged the door slowly with his nose and snuck in. Steam hadn't started gathering yet but Blaine knew it would only be a matter of time. Through the shower curtain he could make out Kurt's blurry form. He watched Kurt clean his hair then move on to his skin. There was a loud thud as the shower gel bottle slipped from his grasp and hit the floor. Blaine watched in awe as Kurt leaned down to get it, his ass high in the air. He woofed happily and jumped into the tub. For a moment he got caught on the shower curtain and panicked. Kurt panicked as well, having not known that Blaine was with him. The shock and sudden entrance caused Kurt to fall forward onto his elbows and knees, narrowly avoiding the faucet.
Blaine barked again and surged forward. He pressed his nose to Kurt's wet crack and ran his nose down. Beneath him Kurt stilled. Blaine woofed happily and started licking everything he could reach, from the swell and crease of Kurt's ass to his sack. He was so happy at the taste and smell of his human that he didn't notice Kurt's panic. He was deathly still, eyes shut tight, praying that Blaine didn't snap and bite him or rape him in the shower. When Blaine pulled back Kurt scrambled out of the tub, kicking Blaine in the muzzle in the process. He heard Blaine yelp but kept on, he scurried back across the bathroom floor until his back slammed against the door.
Blaine whined and hopped out of the tub too. He watched Kurt shake and pant against the door. He was heartbroken. He's been so excited when he's seen Kurt bend over. He knew it wasn't really a proposition but he'd be so excited. He'd gotten carried away. Blaine crouched to the ground and crawled on his belly to Kurt, vaguely recalling his mother's warnings about his over-exuberance. He whined low in his throat and pushed his nose against Kurt's legs and feet, careful not to get too close to his privates. He could still feel Kurt shaking against him so he whined again. To Kurt it sounded like the pitiful whine of a wounded dog. Then he felt Blaine's flat warm tongue lapping at his feet and inbetween his toes. He laughed despite himself reached out cautiously to scratch at Blaine's ears, then hold his face still.
“No Blaine. No humping. NO humping. Bad Blaine. Bad!” He watched in awe as Blaine nodded once, slowly and backed away. Once Kurt was sure Blaine would stay put he stood and opened the door. Blaine trotted out at once, but turned to sit just behind the door as Kurt closed it. “I have to be more careful. Maybe he shouldn't sleep in my bed tonight.”
Later that night when Kurt was ready for bed he nudged Blaine away from his bedroom door and closed it. As he settled down to sleep he told himself that Blaine's pitiful muffled whines where just in his imagination.
Part Two
Summary: Blaine is an alien on a mission. Go to Earth, find love, consummate. When he finds himself strapped to Kurt Hummel's lab table he's able to check one and two off his list.
Glee Kink Meme fill which can be found here. Wherein Kurt is a zoologist and Blaine is an alien wolf looking for a mate.
Warnings: Sex, animal play (meaning Blaine is an alien wolf when they do it)
Rating: NC-17
A/N: I TOTALLY FORGOT that dogs and wolves and such need to be let out to pee. I'm a cat person myself and I just totally forgot. So during the story Kurt doesn't let Blaine out nearly as often as he should. Please just assume that Kurt lets him out during time lapses. I wrote the whole thing and realized he never went out to pee, so I went back and added a few things. But I could only add so much before it just messed with the flow so...
This fic can now also be read in Chinese here.
There are points in your life, crossroads, small little things that tell you if you're going to turn right or left. High school presents you with your first, college acceptance. Your college, or lack of one, dictated what the world would offer you. Originally, Kurt Hummel had eyes for only the most prestigious of vocal schools. Then his father got in a car accident and Kurt decided to turn left instead of right. His father had been okay, ultimately. Kurt decided to go to a community college in Columbus while he recovered. But was never quite the same, he couldn't remember Elizabeth, or the love he'd had for her. And so his relationship with Kurt grew strained. In a last ditch effort to exhaust himself with work, Kurt took an animal behavior class. To Kurt it felt like he was finally making that grand right turn.
The tacked on fringe class had lead to a new passion. Kurt switched his focus to zoology and worked through his new course load like a man possessed. Seven years later Kurt is in the Netherlands working towards his doctorate. He lived in Sneek, a small city built around a waterway. The tall steeples and compact brick houses made him feel like he was living in a Victorian novel. It was beautiful and quiet. There wasn't much wildlife in the city itself but it was only a short drive to families of deer and and rabbits. His thesis work was about how modern cities could yield and work with wild game to keep peace and preserve nature. The townspeople were friendly enough with him and along the outskirts of the town there were a handful of children that were always eager to point him towards hiding animals.
His days were filled with quiet routine and sporadic trips East to Groningen for the night life. He'd been remarkably unsuccessful in finding a steady boyfriend. His hopes had been high two years previously. Coming to live in a country that had legalized same sex marriage nationwide was something of a dream for him. But good guys were just as elusive in the Netherlands as they were in America. His longest relationship had been with a bulky bartender that, in the end, reminded him far too much of Puck. The sex had been good but the conversation had been lacking.
Most days he shut himself away in his lab reviewing footage. If he wasn't shut away in his house he was out playing with the neighborhood kids. Just next door there was a little girl named Roscha that reminded him dearly of Brittany. She would often catch dwarf rabbits and bring them to him wrapped up in her shirt. He'd taken them all, so as not to hurt her feelings, but let them all go in secret. When she asked after them he claimed they were all obviously magic rabbits that had been called out of hats far away. Her father didn't really approve, but her mother thought it was sweet. Kurt was outside playing with her by the water when Wilhelm came running. He was in charge of animal control. It was a small section of the police, holding only five officers. They got along nicely but Kurt had never seen Wilhelm at his home.
He came running across the field waving his arms, gesturing wildly for Kurt to come to him and leave the children behind. He told Roscha to take her brothers inside and hurried to him. “What? What's wrong?” Wilhelm took a deep breath and beckoned him close.
“A wolf. There is a wolf loose in the town.” Kurt shook his head and tried to calm him.
“That's ridiculous. There are no wolves in Sneek. We don't have predators here. Wolves haven't been here for around a hundred years I think. You must be mistaken. It's a feral dog.”
“No. It is a wolf. But it looks odd. Wrong. Sick maybe. We're bringing it to you.” Kurt sputtered and crossed his arms angrily. He often had animals in his lab, but nothing dangerous. Once he'd had an injured Buck, but mostly he took in rabbits and birds, the occasional fish.
“You can't just bring dangerous animals into my home without consulting me.” Kurt's stomach sank as Wilhelm smirked.
“Friend, I thought you said it couldn't be a wolf? Then you have nothing to worry about yes? And I am consulting you, right now. This is your job Kurt. Enjoy the case.” They argued lightly for twenty more minutes before the animal control truck came into view. When Wilhelm went to help his colleagues Kurt went to open his door and the lab. He watched in awe as they hefted a large black hair wolf out of the truck. It took three of them to carry him comfortably. It was large and a bit worse for wear. It didn't look thin, but it was dirty, it's fur was matted with mud and twigs. He stood off to the side as they strapped him onto the lab table. He instructed them to be gentle and ignored the huffs he got in return. Before they left they gave him all the information on the tranquilizers they'd used. Then they ambled out, talking and laughing loudly about their crazy catch.
Kurt stood in the doorway, cautious. Wolves hadn't been in the Netherlands for decades. A majority of the town was willing to chalk this up to a zoo escape or a lost exotic pet, but it felt wrong. Even from the doorway Kurt could make out the wrongness. Its fur was thick and curled and there were no distinguishing patches of lighter fur. The animal was slate black from the matted fur at its tail to its wide and shortened muzzle. Its ears were just on the side of too big, just as the rest of it was. It could easily have weighed a hundred pounds. Cautiously Kurt stepped forward. His eyes raked over the restraints, two thick fibrous straps with metal ratchet buckles. He took a deep breath and reminded himself that it was tranqed.
“Get a hold of yourself Kurt. It's drugged and tied down, you're safe.” With that Kurt took a deep breath in through his nose and slowly exhaled as he reached out to touch it. The fur was thick and soft, at least in the places where it wasn't matted with blood and mud. He ran his fingers across its flank slowly, letting a curled lock loop around his finger for a moment. He pressed lightly, checking briefly for broken ribs and found none. He continued on to its rear leg and gently pinched the skin at its hip to move it aside. Kurt could see it's wide penile sheath, just barely hidden by thick curly fur. His lips twitch, fighting an awkward smile. Back when he'd first started getting devoted to his new field he'd stumbled upon some interesting videos. It'd been a complete accident, he'd been looking for a mating video to reference in his animal mating paper. He'd been horrified at first, shocked still, but shock gave way to morbid curiosity and he'd watched the whole film. It was the most frustrating hour and a half he can recall ever having. He'd dabbled in it briefly a year back while back packing around during the summer, but he'd never actually had sex with a dog, or any animal. But on occasion he was struck by an odd thought or desperate yearning and he'd go back to the film.
Kurt let go of the beast's leg and hastily looked over his shoulder. He was alone, of course he was. The animal control workers had left nearly a half an hour before. He was expecting no one. Quickly Kurt crossed to the door and shut it, he locked it, then pushed a chair under the handle for good measure. With a deep breath Kurt crossed back over to the exam table and reached out for the animal's tail. He grasped it firmly, and took note that the tailbone seemed thicker than average, then lifted it to the side. For a moment his mouth hung open in shock. There were no testicles. He reached out instantly with his other hand to push aside fur and search. It seemed impossible that this beast of a creature was someone's domesticated pet. He pressed and prodded and found nothing. Absolutely nothing, no testicles, no sack, and no evidence of surgical castration. There was nothing there.
Throwing caution to the wind Kurt released the tail and hastily unbuckled the bottom restraint. He grabbed the beast's hind leg and lifted it almost as high as it could go, desperate to see the creature's underbelly. He could still see it's penis, hidden in its prepuce. His earlier observation hadn't been wrong. It was wider than normal and certainly longer. At a loss for what else to do Kurt began pressing along the creature's belly, around and behind it's penis. His mind jumped to genetic mutation, he thought that this poor wolf was the result of contaminated water or chemical leaks. Genital mutation occurred in fish so often it was almost odd not to see it. Perhaps this wolf had been born in a more polluted area. He continued to search, brow furrowed. Then he felt a firm lump. Kurt huffed and palpitated the area then moved slowly to the wolf's opposite side and felt the same thing. It was almost as if it's testicles were internal. Kurt scoffed at himself and released the animal's hind leg.
“That's ridiculous. They're too big. Obviously he has tumors. The poor thing, it must have lived somewhere awful.” He pressed his hands to his together and over his mouth and nose, as if to pray. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes before picking up a tape recorder. He rattled off the date and time and a brief summary of how the wolf had come to him, then he sat it down on the rim of the table.
“The subject is larger than normal. He's almost twice the average. His fur has definite curls and the muzzle is shorter than average. The ears larger. While checking for broken bones I discovered that the subject has no testicles. I did a thorough search and discovered no surgical scaring. There is no evidence to suggest that the subject ever had testicles. He does have a prepuce and below it I discovered two as of yet unidentified lumps. They're firm and roughly one inch in diameter. I suspect these to be tumors. It is my guess that the subject was born in a toxic area and that the genital mutations and tumors are a result of chemical pollution.” Kurt paused here and stopped his tape recorder. Normally he would proceed by checking the wolf's penis and record his findings in real time. But he hesitated. He'd locked the door, and blocked it earlier. He wasn't expecting visitors and he had nowhere to be. Strapped to his lab table was a beast of a wolf, sedated. In his mind Kurt pictured the climax of his dirty movie. They'd used a dark furred Irish Wolfhound towards the end. Now all Kurt could see were the vague similarities between the movie dog and the unconscious wolf strapped to his table.
Carefully Kurt lifted the wolf's hind leg and with his other hand he traced the length of the wolf's penis. It felt solid beneath his fingers and Kurt shuddered. “Now or never Kurt. Now or never.” Kurt bites his lip and moves his hand. He presses down and pinches the wolf between his thumb and folded pointer finger. He squeezes tightly as he strokes, almost giggling at the feel of its fur sliding between his knuckles. He works steadily, his upper body hunched over the table, almost nose to belly. It doesn't take long for a deep purple-red piece of flesh to peek out. Kurt makes a noise of triumph and moves faster, now catching the hot tip as he works. He's so excited that he doesn't notice the wolf wake.
Blearily the wolf opens his eyes. He remembers running through the streets and tripping down a wet bank. He tries to remember how he got here but the mounting pleasure short circuits his thoughts. He rolls his eyes down and tries to see who's touching him. He can see chestnut brown hair and a pale hand holding his leg. He closes his eyes again and inhales. It's beautiful. The human smells like vanilla and cream and the cool winter nights on his home planet. He jerks his leg in the human's grasp, he's fully aroused now and can't control himself.
The sudden movement startles Kurt. He jumps away, dropping the wolf's leg. He can see the wolf watching him, panting softly. He doesn't know what to do. The wolf is aroused now, twitching and eager, just as he wanted. But Kurt expected him to stay under. He wasn't sure if he should attempt to continue or try to strap the wolf down again and leave. Before he can chose the wolf rolls its body and Kurt watches, wide eyed, as it pulls itself out from under the strap. Kurt knows better than to run. Instead he edges backwards towards the door as the wolf hops down from the table and stalks toward him. It's large, taller than his hip and bulky. Kurt tries not to think about what he's done. The animal is probably crazed, hurt and angry, and now it's aroused as well. He flinches back against the chair he pressed to the door. He'd never been in this situation. He'd only ever been an observer, once he'd reached out and touched, but the dogs were always well trained and usually leashed.
Kurt reached back to move the chair without turning his back on the wolf when it lunged. Suddenly there was a muzzle pressed to his neck, panting hot and wet into his skin and on his hip he could feel its hot erection bumping frantic against him. In a blind panic Kurt throws his arm out and reaches for something, anything, to fend off the beast. His hand closes around the daily paper, still bound in its rubberband from the morning. Kurt closes his eyes and whacks the wolf on its head as hard as he can. The effect is instantaneous. The wolf stills immediately and staggers slightly. Kurt stands deathly still as the wolf backs away and stands on all fours. He clutches the newspaper to his chest like a shield and watches closely.
The wolf droops its ears and whines low his throat. Kurt watches, stunned as it lowers its head onto its front legs, butt in the air, just like a dog. The behavior doesn't match any of his assumptions. Kurt licks his lips and steps closer. The wolf watches him closely and shifts its back legs restlessly. Kurt can see that it's still aroused. Slowly Kurt gets on his knees and looks the wolf in the eye.
“I'm not going to hurt you. It's okay. You're a good boy huh?” Kurt licks his lips and twists the newspaper in his hands nervously. “No humping okay. I'm sorry I lead you on, but no humping.” The wolf wriggles his butt and Kurt laughs nervously, almost hysterical. He can't believe he's talking to wolf. He can't believe that he tried to get to second base with a wolf. He presses his palms over his eyes and tries to calm himself down. When the laughter begins to taper off the wolf rises and presses his nose to the hollow of Kurt's throat and licks. He whines and presses his muzzle under Kurt's chin and tries to push away his hands. When Kurt drops his hands he places them on the wolf's head, cupping his big ears.
“This is stupid. You can't understand me, but I'm sorry I violated you or whatever. But I am a scientist and I need to see.” Kurt scratches the wolf's ears and smiles when his tongue lolls out of his mouth contentedly. Slowly Kurt pulls away and presses on the wolf's side. The wolf cocks its head to the side, confused. “Roll over, come on boy, let me see your tummy.” The wolf slowly does as he's told and when Kurt reaches forward he eagerly twists his erection into Kurt's unsuspecting hand. Kurt sputters and flinches but holds it. He leans forward to get a good look and almost wishes he still had the recorder on. It's odd, dark and almost purple. It has the same basic shape, a thick bulging knot and a pointed tip. But the tip is bulbous. It's swollen to half the size of the knot. The opening is wide, about half the width of his pinky finger. He reaches out and grabs on, testing the firmness and temperature. It's hard, like steel but hot, far too hot. The wolf twitches and bucks into his hand Kurt breathes out shakily to calm himself. He slides his hand down and tries to fit his hand around the knot. His fingers don't quite reach. It's just as hard and it scares Kurt. The idea of having sex with this wolf was clearly out of the question. Kurt lets go and stands on shaky legs. The wolf whines again and wags its tail restlessly.
He doesn't understand. The human keeps touching him but doesn't want to mate. Or he does but he's scared. The wolf whines and pleads, trying to make himself look cute and desperate. This human was beautiful, exactly what he had been looking for in a mate. He'd been given the opportunity to come to Earth and find a mate, a great honor on his planet and he didn't want to waste it. For weeks he'd been stalking through Europe sniffing out potentials and then promptly being disappointed. Earthlings saw him as a mere animal. And on this planet, so early in its evolution, it saw breeding with animals as wrong. But this human had initiated contact. He'd started the mating first, but was obviously frightened. When the human turned and stepped away the wolf whined again then let out a pleading yip. He watched the human turn back, nerves clearly visible on his face.
“I'm sorry...what should I call you? Cody...Jack...Puckerman...Blaine-“ Kurt stopped when the wolf yipped again. He smiled and got back onto his knees. The wolf, Blaine, was still on his back, still hard and aching. Kurt reaches out and hovers over Blaine's stomach and looks him in the eye. “No humping. No biting. Biting bad. Humping bad.” Kurt tries to keep his voice firm and his gaze serious. When Blaine snorts softly and thumps his tail, Kurt relents. He works quickly, knowing that if he slows down he'll lose his nerve. He tries to ignore the feel of it in his palm and the rough animalistic sounds coming from Blaine as he works. Soon enough the wolf's legs are twitching and his tongue is lolling out of his mouth. Kurt shifts on his knees, spreading them farther apart and leaning in closer. He begins twisting his wrist near the tip, hoping to finish things soon. A few strokes later Blaine is throwing his head back and howling, long and low. Kurt panics and jerks his hand away at the sight. The wolf is orgasming and it's clear that the lumps in his abdomen weren't tumors. Thick ropes of semen are shooting out and catching on his dark curly fur. Kurt is shocked by the amount and intensity and itches to run for a camera. But he stays where he is, half hard and kneeling on his cold floor next to a spent wolf.
Kurt's not really sure how he managed but eventually they're both in the bathroom and Kurt is running a warm bath for Blaine, who is acting more like an overgrown puppy than a feral wolf. When he pats the side of the tub Blaine hops in and splashes everything. Kurt clucks his tongue and sets to work scrubbing the blood and dirt from his fur. The longer he scrubbed the more he realized he couldn't smell wet dog. The cleaner Blaine got the more he smelt of hazelnuts. It was sweet and woodsy and Kurt found himself running his nose across Blaine's shoulders to get a better whiff. Blaine let out a soft woof, content and Kurt jerked out of his daze. He blushed and hastily snatched the showerhead attachment from the wall and sprayed Blaine down.
Blaine's beside himself with joy. His human sort of mated with him and put him in a nice warm bath. His human even enjoyed his smell. Blaine shifted and wriggled on his haunches, too excited to sit still. He knew that he still had a lot of work to do. Courting humans was particularly hard in animal form but Blaine couldn't gain his humanoid form until after his first coupling. As Kurt sprayed him down with he wondered if Kurt would find his humanoid form pleasing.
Kurt whistled, snapped, and pointed to the bathroom floor. Blaine cocked his head at him, confused for a moment, before scrambling out of the tub and sitting at Kurt's feet. He growled playfully and nipped at Kurt's fingers and wrists while Kurt wrapped a large fluffy blue towel around him. Kurt scowled and fought the urge to laugh as he patted and fluffed the large wolf. “Stop it. Don't you want to be dry? If you don't get dry you can't sleep anywhere warm. I'll leave you in the lab.” Blaine pressed his ears to his skull and ducked his head to the floor with a whine. “I don't care. Wet animals don't get to sleep on the carpet.” Kurt pulled the towel over Blaine's now raised head and scrubbed quickly back and forth, making sure to pat the inside of his ears dry too. “If you're very well behaved I might let you sleep in my bed.”
At this Blaine yipped and trotted around in a circle, difficult to do in the small space, and nearly knocked Kurt over for his efforts. But Kurt smiled instead of yelling and lead the way out into the kitchen. “Come on boy.” Kurt let out a slow breath and tried to calm himself. So far Blaine had proved himself to be a domesticated animal. It was entirely possible that someone had found him and trained him in secret, afraid of what animal control would do if they found him. Barring that first embarrassing incident Blaine had been perfectly well behaved. Kurt mused a bit more on the fact that Blaine seemed to understand him perfectly despite his speaking English.
Once they reached the kitchen Blaine bounded forward and began sniffing and pawing at everything he could reach; which, much to Kurt's horror, was pretty much everything. Blaine even tried to get into the fridge but was having trouble with the French doors. It suddenly occurred to him that if Blaine was so dirty and banged up he was probably starving as well. “Oh no. Let me get you something.” He rushed to the cabinet to pull out a serving platter then dove into the fridge to find something for him. “Are you hungry Blaine? Hungry? I bet you are Blaine. I bet you are.” Kurt finally decided on a slab of steak he'd been saving for the weekend and some leftover meatballs from the night before. He dumped the meatballs on the tray and slid it to Blaine with his foot before taking the steak aside to dice it up. With that done he looked down at Blaine, who'd plopped down on the floor and was licking the sweet brown gravy from half chewed meatballs on the edge of the platter. He was splattering flecks of gravy and spit onto the otherwise clean linoleum but Kurt couldn't bring himself to care. It was obvious that Blaine was in need of some love and attention, and a hearty meal. Kurt tipped the diced raw meat onto the platter and rinsed his hands, then he grabbed a bowl and filled it to the brim with cool water. “There you go boy. Enjoy that.”
Blaine was in heaven. He wasn't sure what his human had given him to eat, but it was delicious. It was savory and sweet. It was made of meat, cow meat he guessed. The raw bloody stuff smelled similar and tasted just as good, just different. Cows were quickly becoming his favorite Earth animal if it could produce all these different tastes. His human, his Kurt, had also given him a bowl of water. It was cleaner than what he'd been drinking from the channels but still bland. He wished humans would leave better drinks lying around. He missed drinking kwolar juice, he missed his mama's milky teas, and the fizzy drinks his brother would sneak to him. He missed lots of other things as well, his family in general for one and his friends. He missed being able to talk psychicly, and the songs his school mates would sing to each other. This human, Kurt, made him miss winter. It was his scent. And that was bittersweet, because it did make him ache for home. But it also made him feel like Kurt belonged with him because he smelt like home.
Kurt bustled around the kitchen, quickly throwing a pasta dish together for himself. He hadn't eaten since morning due to all the excitement and confusion. He stepped over Blaine and sat at the table with his dinner. But for a while all he did was watch Blaine. The wolf was undeniably adorable, and obviously enjoying his meal if the noises were anything to go by. Kurt felt nervous. In a few hours time he'd be in bed with this beast of an animal at the foot. Blaine could do any number of things to him in his sleep. The proper thing to do would be to lock him in one of the cages in the lab. But it felt wrong. Whenever Kurt caught Blaine's bright eyes, hazel which he'd missed before, he felt this yearning. It felt inhumane to deny Blaine a bed or at least a warm patch of carpet to curl up on. Surely if he were planning on going feral and eating him he would have done it already? He also thought about his hasty decision to almost have sex with a wolf of unknown origins. Blaine could have diseases or infections. He could have rabies. Which lead him back to Blaine being dangerous.
“Are you going to eat me Blaine?” Blaine licked his muzzle clean of gravy and blood before standing. He trotted over to Kurt and pressed his muzzle into Kurt's legs, swinging his tail wildly. “Is that a no boy? Hm...are you going to hump me then? In my sleep?” At this Blaine barked, sharp and loud. The accidental implication shocked Kurt into laughter. He scratched Blaine behind the ears as he chuckled, completely unaware of Blaine's confused stare. When Blaine shook his hand away and went back to the food Kurt turned to his own meal.
Once he was finished he took his bowl to the sink and scratched Blaine behind the ears lazily. “I'm going to take a shower.” Blaine barked and kept an eye on Kurt as he left the kitchen. Once Blaine heard the sound of running water he headed for the bathroom. The door was open, just a sliver. He nudged the door slowly with his nose and snuck in. Steam hadn't started gathering yet but Blaine knew it would only be a matter of time. Through the shower curtain he could make out Kurt's blurry form. He watched Kurt clean his hair then move on to his skin. There was a loud thud as the shower gel bottle slipped from his grasp and hit the floor. Blaine watched in awe as Kurt leaned down to get it, his ass high in the air. He woofed happily and jumped into the tub. For a moment he got caught on the shower curtain and panicked. Kurt panicked as well, having not known that Blaine was with him. The shock and sudden entrance caused Kurt to fall forward onto his elbows and knees, narrowly avoiding the faucet.
Blaine barked again and surged forward. He pressed his nose to Kurt's wet crack and ran his nose down. Beneath him Kurt stilled. Blaine woofed happily and started licking everything he could reach, from the swell and crease of Kurt's ass to his sack. He was so happy at the taste and smell of his human that he didn't notice Kurt's panic. He was deathly still, eyes shut tight, praying that Blaine didn't snap and bite him or rape him in the shower. When Blaine pulled back Kurt scrambled out of the tub, kicking Blaine in the muzzle in the process. He heard Blaine yelp but kept on, he scurried back across the bathroom floor until his back slammed against the door.
Blaine whined and hopped out of the tub too. He watched Kurt shake and pant against the door. He was heartbroken. He's been so excited when he's seen Kurt bend over. He knew it wasn't really a proposition but he'd be so excited. He'd gotten carried away. Blaine crouched to the ground and crawled on his belly to Kurt, vaguely recalling his mother's warnings about his over-exuberance. He whined low in his throat and pushed his nose against Kurt's legs and feet, careful not to get too close to his privates. He could still feel Kurt shaking against him so he whined again. To Kurt it sounded like the pitiful whine of a wounded dog. Then he felt Blaine's flat warm tongue lapping at his feet and inbetween his toes. He laughed despite himself reached out cautiously to scratch at Blaine's ears, then hold his face still.
“No Blaine. No humping. NO humping. Bad Blaine. Bad!” He watched in awe as Blaine nodded once, slowly and backed away. Once Kurt was sure Blaine would stay put he stood and opened the door. Blaine trotted out at once, but turned to sit just behind the door as Kurt closed it. “I have to be more careful. Maybe he shouldn't sleep in my bed tonight.”
Later that night when Kurt was ready for bed he nudged Blaine away from his bedroom door and closed it. As he settled down to sleep he told himself that Blaine's pitiful muffled whines where just in his imagination.
Part Two