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The following week was busy with preparing for Nationals, studying for exams, preparing dinner together (Kurt wanted Blaine to learn to cook ), sneaking away in the evening to tumble naked into bed together, and driving to Dalton on Saturday for practice.

Nick had turned human since their last visit and was much more content than in dragon form. He was a bit quiet (at least compared to Jeff), but he and Blaine now got on with each other so incredibly well. Kurt spent the afternoons staring love-struck at Blaine standing only half-dressed in front of them and really, who could care for Nick when they had such a fabulous boyfriend as Kurt had?

David and Jeff had taken to teasing Kurt as he let tiny sighs escape him from time to time while staring at Blaine. It was annoying, but the teasing was forgotten quite fast when Blaine transformed into a dragon for the first time after the disastrous afternoon three weeks ago.

Jeff, David, Nick and Kurt gasped loudly and Wes whistled quite loudly and took a step backwards, looking impressed as Blaine's dragon form stood in front of him. Kurt stared open-mouthed at Blaine who was the size of a horse. His little dragon, too chubby to walk but perfect to cuddle, had completely vanished and instead a big dragon was there, his muted colored scales shining a startling jade where the sun hit them.

Wes scratched his head.

"Okay, that was faster than I anticipated. Change back, Blaine, we'll practice flying in the woods, you're too big for this room now."

And too big was still an understatement in Kurt's mind.

So they ventured outside into the nearby woods, hidden from view by the trees and Blaine changed again.

Kurt saw Wes' dragon form for the first time as he changed too to show Blaine how to maneuver his bigger body and get into the sky with a heavier body mass. He was a beige dragon with golden flecks scattered along his back, while his eyes were almost completely black. He was much bigger than Blaine and when he roared, Kurt had to confess, he was a bit scared.

As the two dragons glided along the tree tops, Blaine more often than not destroying the crowns of the trees instead of gliding around them, Kurt had to ask how they could just fly around there; they could be seen miles away.

David just shrugged and told him that the headmaster of Dalton knew about the dragons (might have been one himself) and always found excuses for the strange shapes above the Dalton woods if anyone dared to ask. The student's quarters didn't overlook the woods, and as the forest was school owned people never really wandered there.

When they went home in the evening Blaine was brimming with excitement, hinting to Kurt that next week he and Wes had a surprise for him, which only filled Kurt with dread instead of the joy which danced in Blaine's eyes.

As it turned out, his inkling was right. The next Saturday placed a pair of aviator goggles into Kurt's hands while David shot him a pained expression, mouthing he had tried everything to prevent this.

Kurt looked dumbly between the goggles in his hands and Wes, who was grinning the almost forgotten manic grin that Kurt had seen when he had first visited Dalton.

Blaine was already stripping enthusiastically next to Kurt, throwing his briefs almost into Jeff's face, who made a horrified sound.

"What…pray tell is this fashion faux pas and what am I supposed to do with it?" Kurt drawled, trying to let his disgust show clearly on his face.

Blaine looked insecure for a minute but only until he realized Wes was still beaming at Kurt and Blaine copied him, hopping from foot to foot in anticipation, causing everything on display to bounce too, from which Kurt had to radically avert his eyes.

"….what?" he asked, timidly.

"Get them onto your head and climb onto your boyfriend!" Wes cried happily and clasped his hands.

"What?" Kurt shrieked as Blaine transformed. Blaine gave a happy humming sound, to which Wes crooked his eyebrow but didn't comment, only grasped Kurt's shoulders, ignoring the boy's mantra of "no, no, no, no...I don't wanna fly" and herded him to Blaine, who was lying crouched in the ground so Kurt could get onto his back.

Kurt dug his feet into the ground. "Are you nuts?! I'm not going to sit on Blaine and fly with him! That's dangerous, there's no seat belt or any safety measure and I could fall and oh god, Blaine's still crushing into trees, no, I don't want to!" Kurt babbled in panic.

"Don't worry, he won't let you fall."

Wes tugged the goggles out of Kurt's hand and snapped them unceremoniously onto Kurt's face, eliciting a pained sound from Kurt as the goggles hit his nose. Wes took advantage of that second to hoist Kurt onto Blaine's back with inhuman strength.

When Kurt realized what he was lying on, he rushed into a sitting position, squawking as Blaine moved into a crouching position. "Let me down! Blaine!" Kurt snapped, "don't you dare start fly-"

The rest of Kurt's sentence was lost to his own shrill scream as Blaine rose into the air, gaining height in a very short time. Kurt pressed his eyes tightly together, trying to ignore the strong wind on his face as he clutched at Blaine's neck and dug his feet into the dragon's sides.

When they weren't ascending anymore and Blaine's wings weren't flapping wildly, Kurt dared to open one of his eyes a squint, regretting it immediately.

They were high up in the air.

The tops of the trees were just grazing them and Kurt could vaguely make out the tiny dark spots of their four friends on the ground. Kurt's ears were ringing as he leaned back to get a better look at the situation.

He was indeed sitting on Blaine's back, between his wings and they were flying in loops around the group of boys on the ground.

The scales where Kurt held onto Blaine's neck, were vibrating and Kurt realized he could feel Blaine humming. It soon became apparent that Blaine wasn't planning to land anytime soon as he dropped out of the loops and climbed higher only to descend again and flit along the trees.

Kurt tried to relax, but it just wouldn't work. He could feel every bump as Blaine occasionally clipped trees and damaged them with his scaly sides. The shitty wind was destroying the last remnants style his hair had after the goggles had done their work. God, he had to look so ridiculous with those on his face!

By the time Wes called up to them, nearly an hour had passed and Kurt had finally taken a liking to flying. It was fun and Blaine indeed was always careful not to drop Kurt and wow, he was riding on a dragon.

This elated thought evaporated suddenly as Blaine's whole front turned downward and they fell towards the ground.

Kurt was screamed again, thinking Blaine had lost control, but a happy roar showed him it was Blaine's intended way to land.

And then came the branch out of nowhere.

It snapped against Blaine's right wing and the smooth fall turned into a tumbling crash-landing. Blaine went head over heels and Kurt's breath stuck in his throat as he faced a certain fall to his death.

It all happened so fast, Kurt didn't even manage to start screaming as Blaine suddenly turned around and somehow Kurt was on Blaine's belly, enveloped in the safety of Blaine's wings.

The impact with the ground was hard and wet. Wetness ran down his face and Kurt wiped it away, to open his eyes. The goggles were god knows where and next to him, Blaine was human again. Kurt gasped and scrambled to hold Blaine, make sure he was still breathing and not hurt.

"You okay, Kurt?" Blaine groaned, looking at his boyfriend.

Kurt could only nod with an open mouth, his hands flitting over Blaine's body to make sure he wasn't harmed.

They heard yelling and the sound of feet crushing leaves and then Wes, David, Jeff and Nick stumbled into the clearing, completely out of breath with wide eyes.

After they made sure both boys were okay, they helped Kurt and Blaine up, Wes already holding out Blaine's clothes.

Kurt looked down at himself, realizing they had landed in a mud pit and it was not water, but brown, slimy mud dripping down his face. His expensive weekend-outfit was ruined and as he glanced at Blaine he saw his boyfriend wasn't faring any better: he was caked in mud and the formerly clean clothes were now muddy too.

The relief not being hurt turned into anger by the time Kurt and Blaine had reached the Navigator, Kurt muttering to himself and cursing at how his beautiful seats were going to get bathed in mud and his whole car interior, damnit!, while Blaine kept fidgeting next to him, never daring to look Kurt in the eye.

"We're never doing that again, mister."

Kurt gave Blaine the stink-eye the whole ride home.

When they had finally arrived home to an empty house, Kurt had decided they should use the opportunity to bath together in the bathtub in the master bathroom. He filled the tub with hot water and a huge amount of bubbles just to see Blaine's eyes light up.

Because even though he was still a bit annoyed at Blaine and Wes for deceive him like this, Kurt just couldn't seem to stay angry with Blaine. So here they were, sitting together in the tub, clean again and just enjoying the lazy closeness.

Blaine kept looking at him through his wet lashes, his mouth hidden by the bubbles.

"You know I'm sorry, don't you? I didn't mean it," Blaine mumbled, giving Kurt his signature puppy-dragon hybrid eyes.

Kurt sighed as he sank deeper into the water, his calves grazing Blaine's thighs.

"Yes, I do. But damn, Blaine, we could have broken our bones, our clothes are unsalvageable and the inside of my car looks like a mud monster threw up in it. We'll have to clean all that tomorrow. I had planned to do nothing but lie in bed and cuddle with you." Kurt pouted.

Blaine snorted, trying to hide his grin. Water droplets were hanging onto the stray ends of his curls.

"Buuuut…" Blaine mused, his hands skimming along Kurt's legs to his knees under the water, "cuddling isn't all you had in mind, is it?" His raised his eyebrows at Kurt, a cheeky grin taking over his lips.

Kurt smiled and gnawed at his lower lip.

"Maybe…" he whispered, then squealed as Blaine curled his hands behind Kurt's bent knees and suddenly tugged him forward so there was almost no space left between them.

Kurt exhaled, as the water almost splashed over the edge of the bathtub but didn't in the end.

Blaine kept slowly rubbing his hands up and down Kurt's legs, the water flowing along them.

"…what are you doin'?" Burt's voice suddenly echoed through the room.

Kurt flinched in surprise and looked at his dad, who had come out of nowhere and was now standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame and frowning at him and Blaine in the tub.

"Hi Burt!" Blaine exclaimed happily, waving and spraying foam from his hand all over the floor and wall.

Kurt huffed. "What does it look like, dad? We're bathing."

"And what are you doing in our bathroom instead of your own? You have a shower!"

Kurt rolled his eyes, refusing to get embarrassed in front of his dad. He shouldn't act so surprised seeing what he already knew about their relationship. "Because my bathroom doesn't have a tub and we were drenched in mud."

Burt's eyebrows shot up. "Mud?" he asked confused.

"Yeah, we didn't land like I had planned and we kinda fell into a mud pit." Blaine chimed in, sullenly, squeezing Kurt's thighs under the water.

Kurt glanced at Blaine, not understanding why he had squeezed him, but Blaine hadn't even seemed to notice his action.

Burt's eyes had widened and he kept glancing between the two of them and suspiciously eyeing the mountains of bubbles in the tub.

"You know what? I don't even wanna know. I'm closing the door now and leave you two alone. But don't make a mess." Burt stressed the last word, looking beseechingly into Kurt's eyes.

Kurt's ears flamed up, recognizing the double-entendre. Kurt lost his futile battle with embarrassment. "Dad!" he whined as Burt closed the door behind him, but his whine turned into a barely suppressed moan as suddenly a hand wrapped around his soft dick under the water.

Looking back at Blaine, he was met with a teeth-flashing grin and a low hum from Blaine. Apparently Blaine had gotten the double meaning too and was going to make sure it had a right to exist.

A week later the glee club was on their flight to New York and as Kurt watched the clouds through the window he had to admit that flying on Blaine had been more fun.

Kurt and Blaine had had quite a quarrel before Burt drove Kurt and Finn to the airport. Blaine had been moping the last few days about not being allowed to come with them and when Kurt had packed in the evening, Blaine had sulked and whined the whole time, clinging to Kurt and sniffling about being left behind.

While it had been cute in the beginning, it had gotten annoying rather fast because no matter how often Kurt and Carole and Burt and even Finn had explained to Blaine he'd only be gone for a few days and be back come Sunday evening, Blaine simply. hadn't. quit. whining. It was like Kurt had been trying to reason with an extraordinarily thick child. It didn't matter that Kurt was only gone for a short time, no, Blaine was convinced once he'd seen New York, Kurt wouldn't come back for him.

Kurt's night hadn't included the relaxing rest that he really needed, it had consisted of cradling a bawling Blaine in his arms and telling him nothing would happen. Blaine had asked him again and again to stay, which was ridiculous and Kurt still had told him it'd be okay and he had to go. He'd even bring Blaine a souvenir, which had shut his boyfriend up in the end, but only until the moment his alarm went off.

Kurt opened his eyes to find the bed cold, Blaine nowhere to be found and his formerly packed luggage empty. He bolted out of bed, threw open his closet and sure enough, all of his carefully planned and gingerly folded outfits for his bags had been hung into his closet again, same with his face products, shoes and tickets. Everything.

Kurt had stomped down the stairs fuming, to find Blaine standing in the kitchen with a plate filled with high staked pancakes in his hand, which he held out to Kurt, smiling. He asked Kurt what they were to do today and Kurt had to restrain every single fiber in his body from screaming at Blaine and throttling him.

Instead he had screamed at nothing, successfully waking up the others, who had all run down the stairs to look for the break-in which had to have occurred.

After Kurt's explanation of Blaine's behavior, Burt had taken Blaine by his collar and dragged him into the living room. No one had dared to follow, but they heard plenty of murmuring and sniffling before the two emerged ten minutes later, Burt with a pulsing vein on his forehead and Blaine with a red blotchy face and snot running down his nose.

His dad instructed Kurt to repack as fast as possible so they wouldn't miss their flight and that Blaine would behave himself.

Kurt promised to skype at least once if they got any internet connection at their hotel, and hugged Blaine to his chest as long as possible while Blaine clawed at his jacket, clinging. Blaine's hands trembled and Kurt almost wanted to stay at home, which was just stupid.

Blaine stood next to Carole as they said a final goodbye, the picture of pure misery as his eyes still begged Kurt to take him with them. Kurt's heart shattered quietly as they walked out the door.

In the evening, while Kurt sat between all the others in their sparse hotel rooms, trying to write songs and his feet aching from walking all day, he found himself missing Blaine more than he had thought he would. He was in New York and their group was having, aside from the ordinary drama, so much fun. But it still felt like something was missing.

Kurt didn't understand how he could miss Blaine after only a few hours, so he forced himself to ignore his feelings and immerge himself in the discussion.

Just before bed, he saw his dad had sent him a message. Kurt lifted an eyebrow, as his dad hated texting with a passion.

Dad: I swear, I can't take this much longer…

Kurt frowned. He had no idea what his dad was talking about and the message was too cryptic to even take a guess.

He was tired and he and Rachel had planned so much tomorrow, so he just shrugged, laid his phone down and went to bed, squished between smelly boys and loud snoring. He wrinkled his nose and hoped for the morning to come fast.

In front of Tiffany's, as Rachel said the very significant words "You're the only one besides me, who understands how amazing this place is. Which is why I have a secret to tell you: When we graduate I'm coming back and going to college here." Kurt felt a haze had been lifted from his eyes so he could see the whole world, his future, in a new light.

He coughed as he involuntarily inhaled bagel crumbs.

Rachel stopped talking, looking at him, concerned, but Kurt only shook his head. As they walked down the street toward the Gershwin Theatre, the pavement crowded with people as New York always is, Kurt felt utterly alone.

He only thought of Blaine. Blaine, left behind in Ohio, while Kurt was in New York, alone.

Kurt swallowed, his eyes burning for a second before Rachel caught his eyes again, frowning. "Are you okay?"

Kurt coughed. "I'm fine, it was only the crumbs."

As soon as Rachel looked ahead again he rubbed the threatening tears from his eyes.

Yes, Kurt missed Blaine a bit too much for only having been separated for a day but the thought of living here without Blaine or even Blaine with him in the city but completely alone during the day, made Kurt scared and his throat seemed constricted.

The memory of Blaine's disappointed eyes when Kurt had told him he didn't want to mate yet flashed before his eyes. He stopped walking. What he was considering was mad, but…

"KURT!" Rachel screeched ahead of him, fuming. "Come on, we don't have that much time left and we're in New York!"

"Coming!" Kurt called out, jogging after Rachel, but that train of thought didn't leave him.

The question was: was he really ready? What did it even all mean?

In the evening, after the competition, Kurt slumped into the only chair unoccupied by some kind of dirty laundry in the boy's room. He was completely exhausted and could still hear the screaming and shouting next door, where everyone was attacking Rachel and Finn.

He sighed as he turned on the laptop, happy he was alone in the room for the first and probably last time. But at least he could skype home now without anyone interrupting or leering over his shoulder. He didn't want to see Blaine for the first time again if there were people watching.

As the call finally connected his dad's pinched face filled the screen.

"Finally!" Burt harrumphed. "I swear, if you didn't come home tomorrow I'd duct tape Blaine's mouth shut!"

Kurt mouth fell open.

"What? What happened?" he exclaimed.

Burt sighed as Kurt could suddenly hear the distinct voice of Blaine in the background.

"Is that Kurt?" Blaine could be heard shouting excitedly, then Carole's murmured voice before a whining sound erupted.

Burt sighed. "In a moment, kiddo!" he hollered down the doorway, before looking back at the screen.

"It's not exactly about what happened," he told Kurt "more about what didn't stop. I thought Blaine would behave himself until you came back, but as soon as I walked through the door yesterday Blaine had started whining and moping again, asking where you were. It's…"

Burt sighed as he scratched his head.

Kurt pressed his lips together. "I take it he's not coping very well?"

Burt laughed.

"Christ, that's an understatement. He crawled into our bed last night, Kurt, telling us he couldn't sleep in your bed alone and the rest of the night Carole and I couldn't close our eyes for one second because Blaine kept sighing and turning. I don't know if I should laugh at it all or start crying."

Burt sighed, rubbing his hands down his face.

"It's like he's so dependent on you, he can't imagine his life without you. Which is really not good, I mean, look at 'im. The kids gotta do something in his life apart from living just for you. Carole and I have been thinking about teaching him in my shop or maybe evening school, I don't know yet."

Burt held his hand up as Kurt opened his mouth.

"But that's none of your concern. That's between us and Blaine. You just focus on your own education."

Kurt nodded mutely.

"But…you really think Blaine's dependent?" Kurt looked at his dad, his head down.

Burt's lips thinned.

"Yeah, I think so. If he was any normal teenager I'd say he has some big issues, but I don' know!" Burt shrugged. "He's a dragon, we don't know anything 'bout his normal behavior, it might even be considered good for him. Hell if I know!"

Kurt squirmed uncomfortably in his seat.

"I suppose I'll head to Dalton when I'm back and maybe ask Wes. I already had some questions which I wanted to discuss, so I think I can just go ahead and ask him about this behavior, too."

Burt looked intrigued.

"What other questions?"

Kurt couldn't help the blush, which spread across his cheeks.

"Dad!" he exclaimed.

Burt held up his hands in mock surrender. "What! One's allowed to ask. But going by your tomato face I'm not sure I really wanna know. Just…Kurt?"

Kurt gulped.

"Make sure you really think about it all."

His dad's serious look made Kurt feel like a child again. But he was sure. At least he thought, he was pretty sure. "Yes, I will did, dad. Promise." Kurt croaked.

Burt nodded grimly. "Well," he sighed, standing up, "suppose I'll get that whining reptile in here before he starts chewing on our shoes." Burt winked and went out the room.

It didn't even take ten seconds before Kurt could hear scrambling and Blaine almost fell into the screen.

"Kurt!" Blaine yelled happily, gazing at him with such love and wonder, Kurt felt like he was the next longingly awaited Johnny Depp movie. Underlying Blaine's voice was the strange humming again.

"Blaine!" Kurt forced himself to smile just as enthusiastically, because after all, he was very happy to see Blaine. And it wouldn't do any good to sullen the mood because of Kurt's own indecisiveness.

"Why did you only skype now?!" Blaine pouted, his lips quivering. "I thought you'd skype every evening!"

Kurt smiled lovingly at the tiny Blaine filling his screen.

"I'm so sorry, Blaine. Yesterday was just too much drama again and I never had a free minute for you. And I didn't want the whole glee club on my back."

Blaine shook his head. "I guess it's okay…," he murmured, "but I still miss you. But you're coming back tomorrow, right?" When Kurt didn't answer, Blaine looked closer. He frowned. Why was Kurt looking at him so strangely? His eyes were boring into Blaine like he was searching for something.

"Kurt?" he asked confused. He could see how Kurt jolted then, the staring look disappearing immediately out of his eyes.

"What?" Kurt's voice was high like when he was embarrassed or unsure.

Blaine cocked his head. "What were you thinking about?" Blaine wasn't sure if it was just the lighting but he could have sworn Kurt blushed a deep red.

"N-nothing!" Kurt stuttered, looking everywhere but the laptop.

"Kuuurrrt…" Blaine whined. "Come on, tell me."

Kurt bit his lip as he shyly looked back. "Not yet…okay?" he mumbled.

Blaine sighed. "Okay. But you'll tell me? I'll wait, but you promised" Blaine smiled.

Kurt smiled back. "Sure."

Blaine huffed. "I wish I was there with you."

The image of Kurt chuckled. "I know, sweetie, I know exactly how much. I'll be back tomorrow, but now I have to log out." Kurt smile turned sad. "We have to finish packing. And-" a door clicked on Kurt's screen and the hollering of the boys could be heard as Kurt rolled his eyes "-consult Rachel as she is still in shock from-" Kurt stopped himself as Puck wandered behind Kurt, shooting an interested look at the screen while smirking. Kurt smiled apologetically. "I'll tell you all about it tomorrow. Good night, Blaine."

Blaine sighed sadly. "Night to you, too."

"I love you," Kurt whispered, before logging off Skype.

The screen had turned dark as Blaine still sat in front of it. "I love you, too…," he whispered in the darkness of the room.

When Finn and Kurt entered their home on Sunday afternoon Kurt was immediately engulfed in Blaine's arms. Kurt happily threw his arms around Blaine's neck, scraping his underarms along Blaine's scales in the movement, but not caring much. He inhaled Blaine's scent and felt his whole body relax.

Blaine peppered kisses along the side of Kurt's neck. Kurt squinted at his family as he still was unsure about public PDA – especially now that Finn's and Rachel's kiss had been such a disaster in New York (for the club, not for the two of them, but the following accusations of who was responsible for loosing had to have been a damper certainly).

But Finn was actually giving them a crooked smile and motioned to Kurt that he'd take his luggage upstairs too.

Burt was sighing, "Finally I can sleep again" while Carole just looked at them like a doting mother would.

Kurt blushed when he felt Blaine's tongue lick along his neck and then he could hear the now already familiar humming start, coming from Blaine's throat.

Blaine crowded Kurt against the back of the couch and – whoa, that was enough of a display in front of Carole and Dad (not that his dad hadn't seen too much already, still not a reason to add even more to the list).

So Kurt detached Blaine from him with a littlebit of force and took a pouting Blaine upstairs, noticing how he immediately brightened up as soon as he was the center of Kurt's attention again.

Luckily Finn had already deposited Kurt's luggage in his room and it was empty. Kurt closed the door behind them.

"After that flight, I think I'll take a shower. Care to join me?" he breathed, and Blaine's blown pupils diverting into slits on a golden sea were answer enough.

Kurt's head rested comfortably on Blaine's chest as Blaine slept soundly, sniffling snores sounding lightly through the room. Kurt quietly sent a message to Wes, hoping he'd answer soon.

In the morning, the answer greeted Kurt when he woke up.

Wes: Sure, you can come over today, if you would like. Just be sure to not bring Blaine, dragons have better hearing than humans and neither David, Jeff nor Nick are here this weekend to distract him.

Kurt's breath hitched – he hadn't expected to be able to have the talk this early. He bit his lip, glancing at still sleeping Blaine, who was now lying on his front and drooling into the pillow. Kurt would have to go without Blaine, even though he had just gotten home. The sooner Kurt had all his answers, the sooner he could make his decision and make Blaine truly happy.

Deciding to head to Dalton early, Kurt pressed a kiss to Blaine's curls before slipping out of bed, sending a quick text to Rachel and writing a note to Blaine.

I'm sorry for not being here when you wake up – but I have to take care of something.

Kurt paused in writing as his phone buzzed. Predictably Rachel had already answered and confirmed.

Rachel will be here soon and you two will have enough fun without me while I'm gone.

I thought it'd be nice for you to have another try at this without trying to get unsuccessfully drunk.

xo Kurt

P.S. I really love you.

Kurt paused, looking at the note. It felt strange to see his declaration of love written out so plainly. But it also made Kurt more sure that what he was about to do could only result in a positive ending. Whatever horrors Kurt might be shown by Wes.

Kurt felt like biting his nails.

Once again sitting in the Warbler's meeting room in front of Wes, only a round table separating them while Wes stared him down, creepy half-smile in place again. Dejá vu. Only this time, the Dalton hallways were completely empty and quiet as most of the students were on the school trip.

Despite having known Wes for quite some time and even trusting him, Kurt was still nervous about what he was about to ask.

"So?" Wes questioned. "What do you want to know that Blaine isn't supposed to hear? I mean, I have an inkling of what it might be but I don't want to jump to conclusions. Just.." Wes frowned at Kurt's stiff posture, "try to relax and ask away. I'm not going to judge you. I don't think anything can really shock me anymore, not since I caught Nick and Jeff last week…," Wes trailed off, apparently reliving the moment before shuddering and straightening in his own chair.

The clock in the room ticked away.

Kurt kept shooting looks at Wes, who sighed. "Kurt?" he prompted.

Kurt inhaled and tried to stop himself from turning dark red, but the mirror on the wall indicated otherwise.

"Oh my, I thought this topic would come up sooner or later," Wes mumbled to himself, as Kurt started.

"I want to know more about mating." Kurt coughed.

Wes raised his eyebrow, leaning back in his seat. "Elaborate."

Kurt gnawed at his lower lip, hating Wes for making to so difficult. It felt even worse than the talk with his dad. "I…we…uhm. Blaine and I have been together for some time…and while…uh- we've been…let's say, sexually active" Kurt coughed, ", we haven't done anything to start the mating process. And I thought this was okay, but in the last few weeks…I don't know. I know Blaine wants to mate, of course he does, but in the beginning I didn't want to. But now…I'm not so sure. I think I might want to, but that's when I realized I don't really know anything about it. I mean, I know it involves-" and Kurt quietly hissed the next words, his eyes searching for anyone who might overhear "anal sex, but I don't know anything else."

As Kurt ended, his whole face felt hot and flaming. Wes remained stoically seated, searching Kurt's face. The blush felt like it intensified the longer Wes wordlessly stared at him and he lowered his head.

"So you'd actually consider mating with Blaine already, even though you're so young."

Kurt opened his mouth. "Yes. I know it sounds crazy and I thought so too, I still do, but I still want to. I feel like we have a special connection. When I was in New York, my dream city, I couldn't enjoy at all without Blaine. It felt like there was something missing and I just can't leave Blaine behind in Ohio when I go to New York. The only thing I can dream about now is being with Blaine. It's selfish I know, but I think Blaine feels the same way. I just…need something more." Kurt felt stupid telling Wes all this, but he reminded himself it was necessary.

Wes kept staring, his mouth a thin line.

"I want to stay with Blaine, I really don't want anybody else." Kurt prompted, hoping Wes would finally say something, too.

"…but how can you know that for sure, Kurt? You are incredibly young, you're saying so yourself. How do you know you won't meet somebody you might love more than Blaine?"

Kurt felt anger flare up in his stomach. Yes, what Wes was asking was legitimate, but seriously, did Wes really think Kurt was so shallow and stupid not to have considered the possibilities himself?

"Don't you think I've already thought about that." Kurt barked.

"And what's your verdict?"

Kurt sighed internally. Why was Wes making him feel like he was on trial? "I still want to mate with Blaine. I know he's it. The person I can't imagine my life without." Kurt's voice quivered at the last bit. It all sounded so final, it sounded huge. It sounded like he was too young to say such things. But at the same time, he knew what he was saying was true.

Wes then moved, leaning forward.

"Kurt," he said gently, "I'm not trying to make this any harder for you than it already is. But there a few good reasons I'm doing this, why I have to make sure, you really want this. Because mating? It's more about than just penetrative coupling."

Kurt squirmed at the words, still not used to such open discussion about sex. He was still working on it. "So what does it entail?" Kurt asked stubbornly.

Wes cleared his throat. "Well, aside from the technicalities – which I'll explain in a few minutes – the moment it happens, your feelings will freeze."

Kurt eyes bulged. "What," he asked, not really understanding, "What do you mean?"

Wes looked like he had expected Kurt's reaction. "It's actually quite simple. When you talked about mating with Blaine, did he mention he didn't want to risk it without you completely consenting or wanting to?"

Kurt gulped, remembering that afternoon only some weeks ago, after his dad had caught them. "Yes…why?" he mumbled.

Wes nodded to himself. "At least Blaine's not a dragon who just jumps into things head first without thinking. That's good." Wes smiled.

"It's because the second a dragon has claimed their mate, their feelings for one another can't change. For their whole life. What you feel at the time you mate with Blaine, you will feel forever for him. And so, if this is something other than real love, it won't change. It's vastly important for the dragons too, because they feel the undercurrents of their mate's feelings. It's like having a sixth sense. Blaine will always know if you're happy or something's bothering you."

Kurt felt like he was tied to his seat. Everything seemed so huge and he felt like a tiny insect. "So I will always know how he is feeling, too?" Oh god, was that his voice? It had never been so high!

Wes smiled at him disarmingly. "Actually, not really. You're still human, so you don't exactly have the capability to feel or smell external emotions. But if Blaine's feelings are, ever really intense, you might be able to feel them, too."

Kurt gulped. "Okay…"

"This is why you need to be really sure, about what you're feeling. Your entire being will become dependent on Blaine. With mating, you're practically denying yourself every option to be with someone else. It's similar to marriage, only without the divorce option. Breaking the bond is just impossible." Wes smiled his creepy smile.

"Oh," Kurt quipped, overwhelmed. He suddenly understood Blaine so perfectly. And to think Blaine's whole life had Kurt as the center point…

"So…I think, I kind of understand what mating would mean. I'm not saying I understand it completely yet, I mean, it all seems so tremendous, I'll probably have to take a while to process all this." Kurt rambled.

"Just take your time, Kurt. No one's pressuring you. Not me, not Blaine, no one except maybe yourself. And you really shouldn't."

Kurt exhaled and nodded, trying to get his bearings again, back to his planned topics.

"Okay. Uhm…you also said something about – technicalities?" There were his flaming cheeks again, curse his complexion.

"Ohhhh…yes! Exactly, how could I forget!" Wes grinned.

Kurt was scared now. Not about the information but more because of Wes' uncommon enthusiasm for this subject. Maybe he took delight in Kurt discomfort.

"It's actually really simple." Wes deadpanned with a bored expression. "When things are heated and you're under Blaine with him between your legs, the second you show even a hint that you're ready, be it your body language or scent, Blaine will initiate the mating. He won't stop, can't stop even, and he'll wrap his wings around you both and then…yeah. Intercourse with penetration and he will probably scratch you with his nails to draw some blood. That's when the dragon magic's going to kick in, and when you're done, you're…well, mated."

Kurt was sure he was beet red again and his gaping mouth was far from attractive, but Wes' description sounded, at some points, actually kind of brutal. It certainly didn't sound like the romantic version Kurt had hoped for. And scratching? He shuddered.

Wes seemed to read him like an open book.

"I know it sounds rather rough and scary. That's why it's important you know about this beforehand and I'm really happy that you came and asked Kurt." Wes caught Kurt's eye. "It's also why I think Blaine is very, very smart and honest. I suppose, he could have mated with you already, if he had a single bad bone in his body."

Kurt shuddered, remembering all the horny moments, but nodded. "But…um, what if the dragon didn't care? What if the dragon just wanted to mate, the human didn't know anything about it and…," Kurt trailed off, afraid.

Wes smiled sadly. "Regrettably, this has been the case already far too many times. In the past humans were often forced to mate with their dragons, even though they didn't want to. They were caged in the mating bond for all their life. If a dragon doesn't care about their mate's feelings and didn't put those before their own, a dragon could be a human's worst nightmares. The mating bond was supposed to prevent such a coupling, as the dragon would feel the hate, fear and resentment of their mate their whole life. But it still didn't stop some of them…"

Kurt looked up as Wes' face closed off, his eyes becoming distant as if he remembered something bad.

Kurt coughed when he realized Wes wasn't going to elaborate anymore and Kurt just wanted to drop the topic. He had all the information he had needed on this one and the rest was up to him to decide, like Wes had already said.

"I…." Kurt began and Wes looked at Kurt again, looking a bit embarrassed, "I actually had two other questions. The first one is, I hope, just a pretty simple one."

Wes cocked his head.

"Do tell."

"I don't know if it's intentional or not and it was probably going on for weeks before I even picked it up. But Blaine has started to hum. Often. And I wondered what it means. He doesn't seem to be aware of it or at least I don't think he is, but it's pretty funny and sometimes weird."

Wes' eye light up and he chuckled.

"Oh, Blaine is ready for sure. I'm actually quite happy you asked this question after the mating one. The constant humming is a typical dragon behavior – and you're right, Blaine isn't even aware he's doing it – it's courtship behavior."

"Huh?" Kurt stared.

"It just shows very clearly that Blaine is more than ready to get mated." Wes smirked.

Kurt wondered if he would ever stop blushing today.

"Okay." He croaked, completely embarrassed. Poor Blaine, not even realizing he was loudly proclaiming what he wanted to do to Kurt.

But at least no one knew what the humming meant, except now Kurt.

"And what was the last question?"

Kurt startled at Wes' voice, momentarily distracted.

Kurt smiled. "It's actually something Carole, that's my stepmom, Dad and I have been talking about. I was wondering if you knew who-"

And so Kurt somehow, despite deep embarrassment, managed to survive the afternoon with Wes. In the end the mood was relaxed and the talk had been helpful. Wes even gave him cookies Jeff had baked, suggesting Blaine might like them a lot, as they had an ingredient dragons took to like cats did to cat nip.

It took quite some time before Blaine came down from the high induced by the cookies.

The following week was a busy one. Kurt stayed late at school, coming home only to greet Blaine briefly, before vanishing with his dad in the living room, where Blaine wasn't allowed to listen.

He pouted as he played videogames with Finn instead, but at least Blaine something to look forward to.

The day Blaine spent with Rachel, they began planning a garden party to celebrate the beginning of school break and summer. Blaine had never had the chance to plan a party himself, only ever watching them on television and in movies, and it had been fun to try different recipes with Rachel and some of the other girls. Even Finn had wanted to help but had been banished quickly when it become apparent he was eating the ingredients instead of helping.

The weekend came and the whole Glee club came to the small garden behind the Hudmels' house. What Blaine didn't get, was, that as soon as anyone saw him, they hugged him and congratulated him, saying they couldn't wait to see him.

Blaine kept smiling and thanking them, but he was deeply confused. His look of utter ignorance must have shown through at some point, as Kurt smiled pityingly at him, before grabbing his hand and shoving Blaine into the circle of friends as they stood in the garden, enjoying the different snacks and the non-so-not-alcoholic beverages Puck might have smuggled in with him.

Blaine kept glancing at all the faces smiling at him, wringing his hands. It wasn't until Kurt suddenly thrust a wrapped present into his hands, grinning from ear to ear that Blaine really felt like he must have missed something.

Blaine knew better than to let his confusion show, but he had a feeling this had to do with Kurt's busyness over the last week and all the long discussions Kurt and Burt had had. He just smiled and slowly opened the flat present, careful not to tear any of the wrapping.

It was a book. Blaine frowned, inspecting it. It had no title or even the name of an author on the front, only a green dragon was printed on the brown front cover.

He carefully opened the book to its first page. His eyes widened. It was a school organizer with his name spelled on it, including his address and boldly saying school year 2011/2012 McKinley High School.

Blaine felt tears threatening to spill out of his eyes, as Brittany awed at him and walked forward to hug him. "Welcome to McKinley my favorite dragon," she said against his ear. After her, everyone took turns in hugging him and welcoming him, Sam bumping his fist even.

Kurt was the last one to hug him as he whispered "I'll explain everything later".

Blaine cried in the end, but only out of happiness, realizing he was actually going to go to school with Kurt in the fall and wasn't going to have to stay behind anymore, waiting for everyone to come home.

Later on, as the sun was starting to descend and most of the glee club lay sprawled out in the grass, enjoying ice tea, Kurt sat next to Blaine on the porch, a bit away from the others. A firefly flew by them, Blaine imagining it to be a tiny dragon.

Kurt leaned against him, looking sideways at Blaine. "Sooo….what do you think about your present?" Kurt asked, clearly anxious for an answer.

Blaine laughed quietly. "Apart from being really happy? Confused. Don't misunderstand, I love that I'll attend school with you and the others in the fall, but…" Blaine voice turned hushed, "are you sure I can manage it? It says senior, but I've never been to school. How do you know I'm even capable of keeping up? I don't even know if I am…" Blaine frowned.

Kurt bumped his shoulder.

"Hey…it's okay. I actually asked Wes about integrating you in school and everything, as you couldn't be the first teenager to pop out of nowhere. And he assured me most dragons were vastly intelligent and often even went to university. And you're so smart, Blaine, I just know you'll manage. And besides, McKinley really isn't what one would call academically challenging. You'll do just fine."

Kurt pressed his lips to Blaine's cheek.

Blaine pursed his lips. "Uhm…okay. But then…there's that." Blaine opened the organizer he was still holding to show the first page. "My name. It has a last name and it says Blaine Anderson. Why Anderson? Why not Hummel?"

Blaine's shaking and confused voice made Kurt's heart ache. He encircled Blaine with his arms and tugged him against him. "Because that's actually your last name," he said in soft voice.

"I kind of lied when I said I had to go out last weekend. I went to Wes and asked him about your parents – if he knew them, where they lived and so on. And what their names are. You just couldn't have come out of nowhere. Not exactly." Kurt smiled.

Blaine's wide eyes were staring up at him.

"Wes actually didn't only know their names, he had actually met them when they had given your egg to him. He had this photo and he gave it to me for you."

Kurt fumbled around his back pocket and slowly gave Blaine a picture. It was pretty small, not the size of an average photograph, but a photo nonetheless.

It showed Wes and two adults: A tall man with curly hair and a beautiful dark haired woman, holding the egg Blaine had been in. They were all smiling at the camera.

"Oh." Blaine's mouth fell open. "That's-" he breathed.

"-that's the woman and man from the mall." Kurt finished for him. "The one you had just run over to." Kurt smiled at his boyfriend.

"I think deep down, you just knew it was your mother. At least the dragon inside you did."

Blaine sniffed. "Did-", he coughed, his voice scratchy, "do you think she recognized me?"

Kurt was silent for a short while, thinking about the stare she had shot Blaine back then. It hadn't been the disgusted look of a stranger, there had been wonder in her eyes.

"I think she did. Maybe not in time for her to fully process, but she knew."

Blaine huffed and looked up at Kurt lovingly as happy tears rolled down his face. He clutched the photo and organizer to his chest.

"You know… I don't think I could ever have imagined I'd be as happy as I am right now." Blaine smiled.

Kurt nuzzled against the side of Blaine's face, holding a handkerchief out to for Blaine.

"Hm…I don't think so," he murmured.

Blaine chuckled as he wiped his face. "What don't you think?"

Kurt only smiled mysteriously, staying silent.

Blaine pouted. "Come on, what don't you think?"

Kurt hummed. "I don't think you're as happy yet as you'll ever be."

Blaine scoffed, frowning. "That's ridiculous. What more could there be to make me this happy?"

Kurt smiled at Blaine with a look that made Blaine's stomach jolt.

"What?"

"I think…I could make you even happier right now." Kurt whispered into Blaine's ear, his breath grazing along Blaine's ear, making him shiver.

"Go get 'im tiger!" Santana yelled across the yard at them.

Kurt glared at her.

"Ignore her," Blaine murmured. "I really wanna know, now."

Suddenly Kurt's cocky and seductive exterior was replaced by a nervous boy, his gaze not so sure anymore.

Blaine could see Kurt's Adam's apple moving.

Kurt inhaled shakily. "Blaine?" he looked deeply into his eyes.

"Yeah?" Blaine breathed back, suddenly taking up the nervous energy too.

"I…-I thought about it for some time, and I'm sure. Really, really sure, when I say now: I want to mate with you."

Blaine's mouth had fallen open and his body was turning hot and cold in quick succession, not trusting his ears to have head Kurt correctly. "You-…you want?" Blaine stared at Kurt with big eyes.

"I want to. I want everything with you, Blaine. Don't ask me about being sure, I am. I want to spend my life with you. I want us to move into a tiny apartment in New York together, just the two of us. I want to forever feel like I do for you right now. I love you."

Blaine felt his heart explode inside his chest. "I love you too, Kurt," he whispered as he caught Kurt's lips in a kiss.

They ignored the cat calling from Puck and Santana and their friends cheering and Brittany screaming dragon babies!

Blaine's mind sang in that moment. Kurt had been right – now he was as happy as he could ever possibly be.

…My missing puzzle piece, I'm complete...