Fic: Rare Exception (5/?)
Title: Rare Exception - 5/?
Pairing: Dave/Kurt
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dave Karofsky, shifter, realizes that Kurt Hummel smells like a female wolf in heat. In this discovery, both boys discover something about themselves and each other.
Warnings: Shifters, female genitalia on a male (aka b!p), heat, sex, mating, possible mpreg.
AN: Previous chapters found here. The smut is definitely coming in future chapters I'm just verse-establishing.
Kurt saw Santana standing alone by her locker the next day at school and immediately approached her. Despite the fact that it sucked massively, Dave was right about one thing. The female wolves would be much more likely to be able to help him with some of his questions. Santana wasn’t exactly the easiest person to talk to, unfortunately, so it was best to just get it over with. "Hi," he said awkwardly. "Um, Santana I was wondering if I could talk to you for a minute."
She raised an eyebrow and turned to face him. “What do you need?" she asked.
"Nothing, just, uh I need to ask a few questions. You know, about what you are."
"I'm a lesbian, Kurt, that's not a big mystery."
Kurt chuckled, surprised by that statement. Santana really liked to talk about being a lesbian since she'd come out of the closet. He was proud of her because well, he knew it was a big thing for her. She was trying her best to be out and proud and she was doing a damned good job at it, considering how terrifying it was.
"Not that," he said. "I was talking about the other thing about you.”
She stopped and then realized what he meant. Her smile turned absolutely devilish for a moment. She was evil, wasn’t she? She was almost scary. "Oh, my brother in vaginas wants to know more about shapeshifters," she said bluntly.
"Did Dave-"
"Nah," she said sweetly. "I can smell when another girl's in her cycle without any effort. It wasn't till your last one that I put two and two together though. I wasn’t sure what the hell was going on until Lauren explained it to me. Her family’s more on the in about things.”
Kurt blushed. His face scrunched up and he bit down the quip he wanted to make because he needed her help. He needed her to explain some things about his absolutely humiliating biology. "I, um, just need to know more about the wolf thing," he said.
"Walk with me Hummel," she said. “Since you don’t smell like the Cheerios locker room anymore, I’m more than free to help a wolf sister.”
"Shut up," Kurt whined. He couldn’t take Santana’s blows today. Usually he could dish it as well as he could take it but this was frustrating. He was frustrated and he needed her to shut up.
They walked down to the bleachers and Kurt stood while Santana sat. "My mom was a wolf and my dad is a human," he said.
"I know. Your mom was a badass, Hummel," Santana said, the words surprisingly gentle for her. He couldn’t recall the last time she was that civil with him. Apparently being open and with Brittany had done some good for her. "Like total badass. She had balls mating with a human. Sometimes the guy can branch off and get with a human for their mate, but for girls it's damned near impossible. I really wish I knew how she did it.”
Kurt didn't understand that. “What about gay werewolves? I mean, I know they happen, because of you and Captain Closet Case, but what do they do?"
"Usually they take their good and proper mate then screw around on the side,” Santana said, looking exhausted. Her words were blunt and Kurt realized that this was something she was really hurting over. Wolf genetics weren’t just torture for him, he realized. “I mean, seriously. I have no idea what I'm gonna do, Kurt. I'm gay as hell and yet some of the wolves I've fooled around with sniff all over like they wanna fill me up with babies. I love Brittany who happens to be a glorious human woman. You’ve got some pretty unique DNA. Maybe you can save Dave from the fate I'm stuck with. I'm looking for a wolf that will let Brittany be with his mate."
"I'm not hooking up with Dave so he can be gay and get a mate all in one.”
"Maybe you'll fall for him," Santana suggested. "He's really a sweetheart underneath and he is in denial about the fact that he’s in love with you.”
"What's with the soft, romantic side?" he snapped. He knew it was the thing with Brittany but he wasn’t used to seeing this in Santana.
Santana looked up. "I'm trying to deal with the fact that I'm a wolf shifter and I'm madly in love with a human," she snapped at him. "It’s not easy Kurt. Maybe you're a rare exception to the laws of our nature for a reason. It'd be nice if there was some kind of poetic law to this. It’s nice to think that someone I care about could end up with the right person without any weird complications.”
"I guess I understand," Kurt said softly. "I still really find it irritating. I don't believe in predestined fate. I feel bad for Dave but can he really be biologically inclined to find a mate? He's gay, which usually doesn't mean a person is running to find a vagina." Kurt couldn’t help think that Santana’s theory was also flawed for that very reason. Dave might feel compelled to get with Kurt because of his anatomy because it biologically meant there could be kids involved but the part of Dave Karofsky that wasn’t wolf was gay male. Gay men generally didn’t like what Kurt had between his legs.
Santana shrugged. "Dave and I have talked about mating," she muttered, looking up with shame in her eyes. "We hoped it would trigger whatever voodoo magic claiming is. I mean, at least we'd both be with someone who got it and understood the on-the-side lover crap.”
Kurt groaned. "I'm sorry. I hope it works out for you Santana..."
They parted ways then, Kurt feeling genuinely sorry and unsure of what to do with himself. He didn’t really think he could do anything.
All day he was lost in thought. He couldn't even focus through glee. It was awful. Was everything about wolves dictated by fate? Was it impossible for someone like Dave Karofsky or Santana Lopez to be a gay werewolf without having to take a mate on the side to do it properly? He hated this. He knew that things were complicated but at the same time why were they? Was it biological? Was it social? Were they more advanced than an animal and capable to get past the biological impulses?
Pairing: Dave/Kurt
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dave Karofsky, shifter, realizes that Kurt Hummel smells like a female wolf in heat. In this discovery, both boys discover something about themselves and each other.
Warnings: Shifters, female genitalia on a male (aka b!p), heat, sex, mating, possible mpreg.
AN: Previous chapters found here. The smut is definitely coming in future chapters I'm just verse-establishing.
Kurt saw Santana standing alone by her locker the next day at school and immediately approached her. Despite the fact that it sucked massively, Dave was right about one thing. The female wolves would be much more likely to be able to help him with some of his questions. Santana wasn’t exactly the easiest person to talk to, unfortunately, so it was best to just get it over with. "Hi," he said awkwardly. "Um, Santana I was wondering if I could talk to you for a minute."
She raised an eyebrow and turned to face him. “What do you need?" she asked.
"Nothing, just, uh I need to ask a few questions. You know, about what you are."
"I'm a lesbian, Kurt, that's not a big mystery."
Kurt chuckled, surprised by that statement. Santana really liked to talk about being a lesbian since she'd come out of the closet. He was proud of her because well, he knew it was a big thing for her. She was trying her best to be out and proud and she was doing a damned good job at it, considering how terrifying it was.
"Not that," he said. "I was talking about the other thing about you.”
She stopped and then realized what he meant. Her smile turned absolutely devilish for a moment. She was evil, wasn’t she? She was almost scary. "Oh, my brother in vaginas wants to know more about shapeshifters," she said bluntly.
"Did Dave-"
"Nah," she said sweetly. "I can smell when another girl's in her cycle without any effort. It wasn't till your last one that I put two and two together though. I wasn’t sure what the hell was going on until Lauren explained it to me. Her family’s more on the in about things.”
Kurt blushed. His face scrunched up and he bit down the quip he wanted to make because he needed her help. He needed her to explain some things about his absolutely humiliating biology. "I, um, just need to know more about the wolf thing," he said.
"Walk with me Hummel," she said. “Since you don’t smell like the Cheerios locker room anymore, I’m more than free to help a wolf sister.”
"Shut up," Kurt whined. He couldn’t take Santana’s blows today. Usually he could dish it as well as he could take it but this was frustrating. He was frustrated and he needed her to shut up.
They walked down to the bleachers and Kurt stood while Santana sat. "My mom was a wolf and my dad is a human," he said.
"I know. Your mom was a badass, Hummel," Santana said, the words surprisingly gentle for her. He couldn’t recall the last time she was that civil with him. Apparently being open and with Brittany had done some good for her. "Like total badass. She had balls mating with a human. Sometimes the guy can branch off and get with a human for their mate, but for girls it's damned near impossible. I really wish I knew how she did it.”
Kurt didn't understand that. “What about gay werewolves? I mean, I know they happen, because of you and Captain Closet Case, but what do they do?"
"Usually they take their good and proper mate then screw around on the side,” Santana said, looking exhausted. Her words were blunt and Kurt realized that this was something she was really hurting over. Wolf genetics weren’t just torture for him, he realized. “I mean, seriously. I have no idea what I'm gonna do, Kurt. I'm gay as hell and yet some of the wolves I've fooled around with sniff all over like they wanna fill me up with babies. I love Brittany who happens to be a glorious human woman. You’ve got some pretty unique DNA. Maybe you can save Dave from the fate I'm stuck with. I'm looking for a wolf that will let Brittany be with his mate."
"I'm not hooking up with Dave so he can be gay and get a mate all in one.”
"Maybe you'll fall for him," Santana suggested. "He's really a sweetheart underneath and he is in denial about the fact that he’s in love with you.”
"What's with the soft, romantic side?" he snapped. He knew it was the thing with Brittany but he wasn’t used to seeing this in Santana.
Santana looked up. "I'm trying to deal with the fact that I'm a wolf shifter and I'm madly in love with a human," she snapped at him. "It’s not easy Kurt. Maybe you're a rare exception to the laws of our nature for a reason. It'd be nice if there was some kind of poetic law to this. It’s nice to think that someone I care about could end up with the right person without any weird complications.”
"I guess I understand," Kurt said softly. "I still really find it irritating. I don't believe in predestined fate. I feel bad for Dave but can he really be biologically inclined to find a mate? He's gay, which usually doesn't mean a person is running to find a vagina." Kurt couldn’t help think that Santana’s theory was also flawed for that very reason. Dave might feel compelled to get with Kurt because of his anatomy because it biologically meant there could be kids involved but the part of Dave Karofsky that wasn’t wolf was gay male. Gay men generally didn’t like what Kurt had between his legs.
Santana shrugged. "Dave and I have talked about mating," she muttered, looking up with shame in her eyes. "We hoped it would trigger whatever voodoo magic claiming is. I mean, at least we'd both be with someone who got it and understood the on-the-side lover crap.”
Kurt groaned. "I'm sorry. I hope it works out for you Santana..."
They parted ways then, Kurt feeling genuinely sorry and unsure of what to do with himself. He didn’t really think he could do anything.
All day he was lost in thought. He couldn't even focus through glee. It was awful. Was everything about wolves dictated by fate? Was it impossible for someone like Dave Karofsky or Santana Lopez to be a gay werewolf without having to take a mate on the side to do it properly? He hated this. He knew that things were complicated but at the same time why were they? Was it biological? Was it social? Were they more advanced than an animal and capable to get past the biological impulses?