Kurt rolled his eyes but smiled softly at him, keeping it to himself that he honestly preferred Blaine without the hairgel. He smiled a bit wider when Blaine turned his head last minute so he’d be kissed on the lips instead and he hummed quietly when Blaine’s fingers threaded through his hair. He never let anyone touch his hair, but god did he love when Blaine did it. He flushed when Blaine spoke again and even winked at him, realizing that they were alone for the whole day, had the whole house to themselves. He wanted Blaine, he pretty much always did, especially since the last time they were together. Kurt wanted to experience what he could with Blaine. Sure he wasn’t ready for everything, but some things he was pretty sure he could handle. But Blaine respected the fact that he wasn’t ready for everything, so Kurt wasn’t going to push Blaine into something he wasn’t ready for, regardless of the fact that they both apparently wanted it. They’d get there one day, he knew, so he was willing to wait.
He stayed silent when Blaine turned towards him, his finger trailing down his side. He felt the change then, the happiness and playfulness dissipating into something more serious. Kurt turned then, too, hiking a leg up onto the bed to fully face his boyfriend. He furrowed his brow in concern when Blaine spoke, asking quietly if he could ask something. He nodded, “Yeah, of course. Honey, you can ask me anything.” He agreed, wondering just what Blaine was thinking of at that moment. His confusion grew when Blaine spoke again, stopping for a moment before asking his question. Kurt’s eyes widened minutely, frozen at the question. Be like him? As in…? “Y-you mean…like you? Like…a wolf?” He asked quietly, tilting his head to the side a bit. He’d never given it much thought, to be honest. He’d had fleeting ideas of it, sure, thinking of how much easier it would make certain things, but the thoughts only lasted for a few moments before reality and his responsibilities set in. “I-I um…I guess? Only like…once or twice but…I don’t really know. M-my dad—” That had been his main concern his entire life, his father. Burt had always been his responsibility, even now despite the fact that he had remarried. But the thought of being with Blaine, being like Blaine…”Why do you ask?”
Blaine wasn’t sure what had possessed him to ask that question. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t thought about it—he’d be lying if he said it hadn’t been on his mind for a while now. It was instinctual, really, thinking of his mate as a wolf. Human mates were rare at the least, even if they seemed to be abundant in Lima… three in one school alone! Between them; it was probably unheard of. Blaine had met many wolves before, from other packs, some lone wolves, in his lifetime, and several packs that had found their mates in one area, but so many human mates at once was kind of bizarre. And then there was the fact that human mates, when they really fell for their soulmate, sometimes wanted to change for them. It was easier, he figured, to have his mate be a wolf as well. Not that he would ever have anybody other than Kurt right now—he loved himdearly and wouldn’t think of anybody else to be with for the rest of his life, but yeah, all those years that he’d been on his own, whenever he’d pictured his mate, he was a wolf. And the thought of Kurt being a wolf with him was, admittedly, fascinating. He would be so pretty, so regal, so handsome.
And they could finally bond properly; Kurt would feel it, too. The connection, the need, the bond, the psychic link that he could sense him, his mood, if he was in danger… Blaine nodded his head at Kurt’s question. “Yeah,” he agreed quietly, gnawing at his lower lip for a moment, wondering if that had been too much. After all, they had barely been together for almost a month. Technically, he supposed, having fallen in love in such a short time would have been impossible, but this was a case of soulmates, and that made it just right. But Kurt had thought about it? Blaine blinked up at him a little, hopefully. “You have?” he breathed out, reaching out for his hand, grasping it in his gently. “I just…I don’t know, I guess I’ve thought about it before,” he said, watching the movement of their hands together. “And I love you like this, I really do, you have to trust me. But I mean, I’m… I’m going to live forever,” he admitted quietly, not sure if Kurt knew that already or not, and glanced up at him again. “If nothing happens to me, we don’t die, and I—I just can’t imagine living on without you.” He paused. “So, I wondered, but…it’s just a thought, just me wondering, okay?”