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Title taken from Howl by Florence and the Machine

Treaty of the Blood Moon

In order to promote inter-pack co-operation, peace, and security and to achieve safety for all citizens and werewolves, The United States of America and its government mandates that all werewolves (DEFINED: Human-Wolf hybrids) residing on land deemed to be a part of The United States of America accept the following terms relating to co-operation between werewolves:

All werewolves will accept the obligation not to resort to war in times of discourse. Any dispute between Packs, territorial or otherwise, will be contested within The United States of America's Judicial Branch. Any Pack that attempts to resolve disputes in a violent or threatening manner will be forcibly disbanded.

All werewolves will attempt open, just and honourable relations between Packs. In the event that any disagreement concerning territory or mates does arise, both Packs must inform The United States of America's Judicial Branch before beginning negotiations. Negotiations must only take place when in a United States of America judicial court. If the matter being negotiated involves more than a singular state, the negotiations will take place in front of only the Supreme Court.

All werewolves will refrain from intentionally infecting non-hybrids. The only exception being a human who choose of his or her own free will to be infected.

All werewolves will respect the privacy and territory rightfully claimed by other Packs. If this term is broken, the infiltrated Pack has a right to self-defence and defence of their territory.

Finally, a Convention for the Discussion of Territory and Pack Rights will be held annually and supervised by the The United States of America Executive Branch. Each Pack is required to send their Lead Alpha and and at least one other werewolf belonging to their Pack.

Blaine took a deep breath, trying to separate himself from the chaos all around him. He could only look on as he saw Lucas and Rob trying to see who could launch a spit-wad the farthest out the window, and Joseph trying to attach himself to the ceiling of the bus while Tod shot at him with a nerf gun. The thrumming energy put Blaine slightly on edge.

Hedidn't technically have any power in this situation, Wes, David and Thad were the leaders of the Warblers, though he should probably warn his Seconds that if they didn't stop Trent from pulling Nick's hair that they would have a bigger issue than finding a place to park the bus. For example, finding a wearable uniform for Nick last minute, because he looked about five seconds from wolfing out. Or maybe the more urgent issue would be preventing any Warblers that weren't David, Wes, Jeff, Nick, Sebastian, or Blaine from having a heart-attack when they suddenly found themselves stuck on the same bus as a gigantic, rather angry, wolf. Really though, Blaine was quite proud of Nick for making it this long. He had been wondering if Nick had learnt anything from the lessons Blaine had been giving him on controlling his anger.

Blaine gave an audible sigh of relief when they finally found a place to park. Sebastian glanced over at him from the seat next to his, turning around from calling lewd pick-up lines out the window to a passing blond teenager (Blaine had to agree that the guy had a fantastic ass, but the Bieber-cut was slightly off-putting).

"All this nervous energy puttin you on edge, Mr. Alpha?" Sebastian grinned.

"No, never!" Blaine snapped defensively, "I'm just a little worried about putting six werewolves in an enclosed space, with their emotions all over the place."

"You know nothing's going to happen, right boss? I mean, we've all been in more out-of-control situations. I know you are still hanging on to your V-card but trust me when I say wolfing out is more of an issue in that particular situation then in some silly show choir competition." Seb sent a lewd wink at Blaine.

Blaine raised an eyebrow, "Really Seb? Silly? Have you not been in the last few months practices. I hurt muscles that I didn't even knowI had." Blaine and Seb both shuddered at that memory, "I could barely run that full moon."

"Okay, it's not silly, it's totally really important, our lives depend on winning this competition."

"That's the spirit Sebastian! We need more people with your attitude!" Wes called enthusiastically from the front.

Blaine burst into giggles as Sebastian scowled.

"No, I am not even going to pretend to be you or Wes, I refuse to. You two are far too serious about this competition. About anything really, but mainly about singing and dancing on stage, it's just ridiculous. And get that shit-eating grin off your face."

Blaine continued to laugh and Sebastian quickly shoved his off his seat.

"You fucker, that was so unnecessary," Blaine complained, rubbing his leg where he had landed.

"It was too, you were being a dick." Seb turned his nose up pretending to ignore Blaine, which probably wasn't a good idea because the next minute a shoe hit the side of his face. "A shoe dude, really?" Seb picked it up and went to throw it back at Blaine, but in the next second he was shoved up against the window and the shoe was out of his hand.

"I'm nothing if not resourceful." Blaine replied cockily, "Also, I'm an Alpha, there was no way you were going to win this."

"Let go of me Blaine." When Blaine didn't budge Seb took a different tactic, "If you don't let me go now I'm going to tell everyone in this bus about that time when you wolfed out because Lizzie took the last peanut butter cookie. Now that'sembarrassing." Seb's smirk widened on his face when he saw Blaine pale a little.

"Watch it, Seb. Or I just might let slip to my Dad that that guy he caught sneaking out of your room at 2am last week was most definitely not your partner for an English project" Blaine teased back. He quickly released Seb when he saw Wes trying to get the attention of all the Warblers.

"Alright troops! Single file!" The shout came from the front of the bus.

"Wes, we're not actually in the army, you know?" Jeff shouted back, trying to get to rectify the damage Trent had done to Nick's hair. Nick gave him a peck on the cheek in thanks when his hair was back in place.

"Caldwell! I don't think I asked your opinion on the matter, so get in line! Once we leave the bus, I need you to head straight into the lobby, we're already running late, no need for us to miss the entire competition." Wes ordered. Rolling their eyes, the members of the Warblers left the bus, knowing not to mess with Wes when he was in what they called, 'Competition Mode' or what David referred to as 'Wes On a Power Trip.'

They did as they were told and marched at least semi-quietly towards the brick building.

Blaine caught the scent as soon as he entered the lobby of the building, "Seb, can you smell that?"

"Smell what? I can't smell anything over the copious amounts of hairspray and puke in this building." Blaine frowned, and Sebastian shrugged in confusion, "I'm not kidding man, there's no other smell, I mean except for the obvious, being all the humans in this place."

Blaine shook his head, thinking maybe nerves were finally getting the better of him, "Never mind, where's Wes? We should probably be going to the auditorium to watch the first group, The New Directions right?" As soon as the words were out of his mouth he could hear Wes barking orders at all the Warblers to follow him to the rows reserved for them.

"Seriously, I swear he must get off on the power to control us all, we know what to do. He just likes having the ability to make us follow his every command." Sebastian whispered in Blaine's ear, it took all of his control to not laugh at the comment. It was mildly true; Wes really does go a little crazy with the power he gets over the Warblers.

As soon as they got to the seats allocated to them and finally settled down, which Blaine knew, but wouldn't voice, would have been a lot quicker if Wes just separated Jeff and Nick, but as Blaine has to always remind himself, he wasn't the Alpha in the Warblers. Five minutes later the lights were turned down, signalling the beginning of the evening.

"Thank you for all coming here tonight to see these talented groups go head to head to win a coveted spot at the Regional's competition. The first group to start us off tonight from William McKinley High School from Lima, Ohio, the New Directions!"

"They do know the name of their choir sounds like nude erections right?" Sebastian whispered in Blaine's ear as a singular person stepped towards the centre of the stage.

"Oh my god, is your mind alwaysin the gu-"

Blaine's eyes whipped back up to the stage as he, once again, caught the scent. Whatever reply he was going to say was lost on his lips as the spotlight shined onto the most beautiful boy he'd ever seen.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly

As he sung the opening bars of 'Blackbird' Blaine was lost, the boy was perfect in every way. From his perfectly coiffed hair all the way down his long lean, legs that seemed to go on for days.

Blaine could barely focus on the words of the song as all of his instincts were shouting at him to get the boy.

Because the boy was his.

Blaine could feel it.