Fic: Rare Exception (20/22)
Title: Rare Exception - 19/22?
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. Chapter Count is kinda tentative.
Kurt unfolded the note in his locker, not sure what it was. When he opened it, his heart began to do flip-flops in his chest. Dave had outlined, in surprisingly neat penmanship, a detailed plan of what he wanted with life, or well, as detailed of a plan as a high school senior could. The part that really floored Kurt was that Dave saw him as the most important thing. Dave valued their relationship so much that it physically hurt Kurt to realize it. It was that important to him too.
He put a hand on his chest trying to calm down and then limped across the hall to hear Mike and Tina muttering to each other. It didn't bother him because the couple was close and chatter was expected. He was also more focused on Satan's tool - crutches. He had all the grace in the world when it came to managing ten inch Gaga heels but he couldn't balance on crutches. It didn't bother him until he heard Mike muttering about wolves. He stopped.
"Mike, what's up?" he asked. Even though shapeshifters and their existence was kind of an open secret, Kurt wasn't afraid to say he was half wolf. He also knew from Dave that Mike and Tina were part of some sort of group of cat-shifters, so they knew what they were talking about. "Were you talking about David?"
Mike nodded after a moment's deliberation. "He and Archer were all over each other this morning. They took it outside even. I'm afraid they...you know." He made a transformation gesture by mimicking pointed ears.
Kurt realized he never thought of other shifter groups, but that thought was soon overwhelmed by his urge to get to Dave. He wasn't exactly versed in wolf fighting but he had a feeling it wasn't pretty. He had to make sure his Dave was okay.
His Dave.
"Archer?" he asked shrilly. "You're talking about guy who did this to me? Oh my god. I need to get to him."
When Kurt got to the Karofsky house he found Mrs. Karofsky fussing over Dave. Dave was hurt but not nearly as hurt as Kurt feared. "Nothing's broken," he assured Kurt, looking at him through a black eye. He was lying on the sofa in a shirt and boxers. Kurt blushed when he realized that. "I got some cuts, scratches and bites but I'll live. Fu-I mean Archer- got worse." He eyed his mother cautiously.
"You idiot," Kurt said but the declaration fell flat. He couldn't be mad at Dave over something so silly. "Mike said he was worried you two changed. What could he do to make you so angry?"
Dave softened at that. "I have anger issues Kurt," he said softly. "I know that. I've been doing well lately. Archer just pushed me over the edge, you know? Talking shit on the only things in my life - my family, you, San, even your mother."
"I need to check your bandages," Dave's mother said.
"Can I?" Kurt said, taking the antiseptic and bandages from Christine. He was no Florence Nightingale but he took care of his household. When his dad burnt himself working on a car or Finn cut himself on glass, Kurt was the one there. Christine afforded them a private moment while Kurt took care of Dave. He took the bandage off of a cut carefully, using gauze to touch it, naturally cautious about blood. He squeezed some of the sticky ointment on it with ease. Dave watched his movements, transfixed.
Kurt looked at him and their eyes met for a moment when Dave looked up. "I read the plan you slipped into my locker," he said, examining a cut Dave's mother hadn't bandaged. It was small. He then took his arm to fix the bandage laid there. "It was beautiful. It took my breath away."
"Really?" Dave looked so damned hopeful that it hurt.
"Really," he confirmed. "You've come so far. Thank you Dave."
"Even though I fucked up and fought Archer?"
As Kurt finished patching up his boyfriend up he felt like crying; he was so in love. "Even then," he whispered. "I've never known someone, excuse my lack of a better term, so human." Kurt pressed his lips to Dave's, relishing in what a kiss could mean for them. Dave's eyelashes fluttered and he leaned forward, one hand on Kurt's cheek. It was a miracle really, that their first kiss had terrified him, but every single one after it felt perfect. He would never get over the magic of their kisses.
They continued like that for awhile, despite the fact that Dave's mom was in the next room. Kurt couldn't get enough of his boyfriend's lips and the way it felt to just kiss, just love. He couldn't stop smiling. Of course, they were interrupted.
"Kurt, you're really good at patching someone up," Mrs. Karofsky said, coughing. "The way that young wolves get into dumb, misguided fights, we need someone like you around."
Dave looked at his mom apologetically, the cutest pink in his cheeks. "Mom, I'm so sorry I got into that fight with Archer," he said. "He just...he hurt Kurt and got away with it, then started badmouthing everything that means anything to me."
She softened. "I do understand that," she said somberly.
"Dave's come so far," Kurt said. He felt unable to take his eyes off Dave, but tried for a second, just to see Mrs. Karofsky's response to his words. "I never imagined that he could do this, but he really has become this amazing person who's there for me and our friends. I could not ask for more than what I have with Dave."
Kurt could ask for a simpler life, for sure. He could ask for a world where he and his boyfriend weren't both injured because of some dumbass wolf with a complex, but really, he could not ask for more than the love he and Dave had grown. He was happy.
"I agree," Dave's mother said.
Kurt couldn't believe it, but a few days later, when Dave was well enough to come back to school, he and Santana actually figured out when their heat cycles would line up for the first time. Nothing was absolutely specific, heat cycles for wolves being an inexact science, but they were pretty sure they found a place. It would line up in December of their first year of college. "Dave and I are both going to school in New York though," Kurt told Santana, looking down at the calculations that both Santana and Dave came up with easily. Who knew they were both so mathematically inclined?
"Where do you think Brittany and I want to be?" Santana asked. "Brittany's got herself a pretty good chance at getting into a dance school and I want to go for cheer. Assumptions, Hummel, they'll kill you. We could easily end up in New York. I want as far away from this hell hole and it's stupid wolves."
"Do you think this is something we could really do?"
"I sure do," Dave said.
"Me too," Brittany said. "I get wolf babies. I think anything is possible."
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. Chapter Count is kinda tentative.
Kurt unfolded the note in his locker, not sure what it was. When he opened it, his heart began to do flip-flops in his chest. Dave had outlined, in surprisingly neat penmanship, a detailed plan of what he wanted with life, or well, as detailed of a plan as a high school senior could. The part that really floored Kurt was that Dave saw him as the most important thing. Dave valued their relationship so much that it physically hurt Kurt to realize it. It was that important to him too.
He put a hand on his chest trying to calm down and then limped across the hall to hear Mike and Tina muttering to each other. It didn't bother him because the couple was close and chatter was expected. He was also more focused on Satan's tool - crutches. He had all the grace in the world when it came to managing ten inch Gaga heels but he couldn't balance on crutches. It didn't bother him until he heard Mike muttering about wolves. He stopped.
"Mike, what's up?" he asked. Even though shapeshifters and their existence was kind of an open secret, Kurt wasn't afraid to say he was half wolf. He also knew from Dave that Mike and Tina were part of some sort of group of cat-shifters, so they knew what they were talking about. "Were you talking about David?"
Mike nodded after a moment's deliberation. "He and Archer were all over each other this morning. They took it outside even. I'm afraid they...you know." He made a transformation gesture by mimicking pointed ears.
Kurt realized he never thought of other shifter groups, but that thought was soon overwhelmed by his urge to get to Dave. He wasn't exactly versed in wolf fighting but he had a feeling it wasn't pretty. He had to make sure his Dave was okay.
His Dave.
"Archer?" he asked shrilly. "You're talking about guy who did this to me? Oh my god. I need to get to him."
When Kurt got to the Karofsky house he found Mrs. Karofsky fussing over Dave. Dave was hurt but not nearly as hurt as Kurt feared. "Nothing's broken," he assured Kurt, looking at him through a black eye. He was lying on the sofa in a shirt and boxers. Kurt blushed when he realized that. "I got some cuts, scratches and bites but I'll live. Fu-I mean Archer- got worse." He eyed his mother cautiously.
"You idiot," Kurt said but the declaration fell flat. He couldn't be mad at Dave over something so silly. "Mike said he was worried you two changed. What could he do to make you so angry?"
Dave softened at that. "I have anger issues Kurt," he said softly. "I know that. I've been doing well lately. Archer just pushed me over the edge, you know? Talking shit on the only things in my life - my family, you, San, even your mother."
"I need to check your bandages," Dave's mother said.
"Can I?" Kurt said, taking the antiseptic and bandages from Christine. He was no Florence Nightingale but he took care of his household. When his dad burnt himself working on a car or Finn cut himself on glass, Kurt was the one there. Christine afforded them a private moment while Kurt took care of Dave. He took the bandage off of a cut carefully, using gauze to touch it, naturally cautious about blood. He squeezed some of the sticky ointment on it with ease. Dave watched his movements, transfixed.
Kurt looked at him and their eyes met for a moment when Dave looked up. "I read the plan you slipped into my locker," he said, examining a cut Dave's mother hadn't bandaged. It was small. He then took his arm to fix the bandage laid there. "It was beautiful. It took my breath away."
"Really?" Dave looked so damned hopeful that it hurt.
"Really," he confirmed. "You've come so far. Thank you Dave."
"Even though I fucked up and fought Archer?"
As Kurt finished patching up his boyfriend up he felt like crying; he was so in love. "Even then," he whispered. "I've never known someone, excuse my lack of a better term, so human." Kurt pressed his lips to Dave's, relishing in what a kiss could mean for them. Dave's eyelashes fluttered and he leaned forward, one hand on Kurt's cheek. It was a miracle really, that their first kiss had terrified him, but every single one after it felt perfect. He would never get over the magic of their kisses.
They continued like that for awhile, despite the fact that Dave's mom was in the next room. Kurt couldn't get enough of his boyfriend's lips and the way it felt to just kiss, just love. He couldn't stop smiling. Of course, they were interrupted.
"Kurt, you're really good at patching someone up," Mrs. Karofsky said, coughing. "The way that young wolves get into dumb, misguided fights, we need someone like you around."
Dave looked at his mom apologetically, the cutest pink in his cheeks. "Mom, I'm so sorry I got into that fight with Archer," he said. "He just...he hurt Kurt and got away with it, then started badmouthing everything that means anything to me."
She softened. "I do understand that," she said somberly.
"Dave's come so far," Kurt said. He felt unable to take his eyes off Dave, but tried for a second, just to see Mrs. Karofsky's response to his words. "I never imagined that he could do this, but he really has become this amazing person who's there for me and our friends. I could not ask for more than what I have with Dave."
Kurt could ask for a simpler life, for sure. He could ask for a world where he and his boyfriend weren't both injured because of some dumbass wolf with a complex, but really, he could not ask for more than the love he and Dave had grown. He was happy.
"I agree," Dave's mother said.
Kurt couldn't believe it, but a few days later, when Dave was well enough to come back to school, he and Santana actually figured out when their heat cycles would line up for the first time. Nothing was absolutely specific, heat cycles for wolves being an inexact science, but they were pretty sure they found a place. It would line up in December of their first year of college. "Dave and I are both going to school in New York though," Kurt told Santana, looking down at the calculations that both Santana and Dave came up with easily. Who knew they were both so mathematically inclined?
"Where do you think Brittany and I want to be?" Santana asked. "Brittany's got herself a pretty good chance at getting into a dance school and I want to go for cheer. Assumptions, Hummel, they'll kill you. We could easily end up in New York. I want as far away from this hell hole and it's stupid wolves."
"Do you think this is something we could really do?"
"I sure do," Dave said.
"Me too," Brittany said. "I get wolf babies. I think anything is possible."