Kurt wasn’t surprised when Blaine instantly followed him. It was like gravity, or satellites, the way they moved together, keeping almost-constant contact at all times. His eyed widened slightly when Blaine jumped up, his heavy paws resting heavily on either side of him. Blaine was huge, practically towering over him and Kurt had a split-second rush of adrenaline out of nowhere when Blaine barked (barked? do wolves bark? It wasn’t exactly a howl) even though he knew he was safe with Blaine. It washed away instantly when Blaine’s head ducked down to his level and he began licking eagerly at Kurt’s face. “Blaine!” Kurt yelled out, laughing and scrunching his eyes shut as Blaine continued to lick him. He halfheartedly pushed at Blaine’s body, a fleeting thought of black fur covering his clothes running through his mind before it disappeared and he gave up, gasping for breaths in between his laughter, trying to continually twist his face away from Blaine.
“Okay, okay, I love you too!” he breathed out, collapsing back into the bed, grin still wide on his face. He tilted his head back down to glance at Blaine still hovering over him and he reached up, running his fingers through the fur on Blaine’s muzzle and the side of his face. “I’m guessing this makes you happy? Me being okay with you…well, being you?”
Sure enough, as soon as his tongue had touched Kurt’s face, he was squirming underneath him, batting at him half-heartedly and whining, but laughing. He was laughing and laughter was such a happy, contagious sound, especially when it came from Kurt’s mouth, because to him it sounded like every adorable baby animal in the world making adorable baby animal noises at the same time, and bells tinkling and angels singing and he was getting too poetic but it was just the best thing ever and he loved his boyfriend. Finally, Kurt fell back on the bed and Blaine stopped licking him. He loved him too, he’d understood. This was very good. Kurt reached up to caress at the fur of his muzzle and face, and once again, Blaine leaned into it, eyes still bright and nodding eagerly at his words. Yes, he was happy, it was amazing, he loved him so much—he turned his face again to lick at his palm.
But it was rather frustrating to be a wolf and not be able to communicate with another person. It had never happened to him before—every time he’d been in this shape, he’d been with other wolves, and they had telepathy. He looked back at Kurt, spread out back on his bed—his bed—and leaving his scent all over his room; urgh, he should have done this a while ago. And he couldn’t help it; dipping his head, he shifted again, head, body, legs, and collapsed on top of his boyfriend on the bed, leaning up to kiss him properly, framing his face with his hands as he kissed eagerly at his mouth, humming happily into it. “Mmph,” he said, pressing kisses all over his face. “Love you—so much—perfect—love you.”