"You wouldn't believe me, you have to see it for yourself!" The football players all looked at one another with vacant expressions as Dave tried to explain what he had seen. "It's a giant beast, Hummel and his dad went in its house and poof! They were gone."

Azimio raised his dark eyebrow. "So you're telling me that there's a monster out there, and it kidnapped the homo and his dad?"

"Not exactly..." Karofsky let the sentence trail off, trying to hold their attention.

"Then what happened?"

"Hummel went in there on his own. I think he's in love with the thing."

This got laughs from all of the football players. "So it's gay too?" Thor asked, his body racking with laughter. "Oh, I gotta see this."

"Dude," Azimio said, pulling Karofsky aside, "We'd get in trouble for beating up the little fairy, but a beast?" He snickered. "They'd make us into kings if we took that thing down. You think we should?"

Dave smiled. Everything was going exactly as he wanted. "Yeah, sounds like a plan."

Kurt had been at the mansion for two days now, and he hadn't had a moment to himself. Half the time, his father was tailing him and Blaine to make sure he was safe. The other half, Burt was following Kurt because he was afraid to be alone. The former was occurring at the moment.

"Blaine, your fingering is off." Kurt readjusted Blaine's paws over the piano, and Burt couldn't help but notice that his hands stayed there for much longer than necessary. He coughed loudly, making Kurt jump and pull his hands away.

"Dad, you really don't have to hang around here." He glared at Burt, willing the man to take a hint.

"What are you talking about? I want to be here with you two." The mechanic stood with his elbow against the piano, looking bored out of his wits.

"Mr. Hummel?" Blaine looked up from the piano, making eye contact with the man (something he had been frightened to do since Kurt brought him here). "I'm not going to hurt your son. If I was going to do that, I probably would've done it by now." He mentally slapped himself for saying that. Burt's face went bright red and he looked ready to find a shotgun and kill Blaine. "Sorry. Still, I'm not going to try anything."

Kurt kept glaring at his dad. There was something he wanted to say, but he didn't want his father around when he said it. "Dad, go watch television or something." He punctuated his words by pursing his lips, and Burt glared back at his son.

"Fine. But only because there's a basketball game on today and I don't want to miss it." He marched out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Blaine turned to Kurt. "Your dad doesn't like me."

"Well, you did hold him hostage." Blaine frowned and looked at the floor. "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. These things take time, Blaine. I just want him to see you the way I do."

"And how do you see me?" Blaine asked, returning his dark gaze to Kurt. Kurt opened his mouth to respond, but suddenly there was a banging on the door. He got up and rushed to answer it. Puck was on the other size, breathing heavy after the long trek across the mansion.

"Ku... urt! Where's Bla... Bl-"

"Blaine's right here, Puck. What's wrong?" He scooped up the candlestick and walked him over to the piano, trying to help him save his energy.

"There's these guys... Outside... They're looking for you two." Puck let out a loud cough. "They don't look happy."

Kurt knit his eyebrows in worry and ran to the window. He could see a large cluster of red Letterman jackets, and the owners of those jackets all had their fists clenched tightly. "Oh god," he moaned, turning to face his friends. "Puck, please, don't let them in. In fact, get them to go away if you can."

Puck nodded and hopped off the piano, running away again. Blaine was still confused. "What's going on, Kurt?"

"Those are guys from my school. They tortured me all the time, calling me names and throwing me in dumpsters." Kurt's throat was starting to close up, and hot tears pooled in the corners of his eyes. "They can't get in here, they just can't."

"Hey, it'll be alright. Come over here." Blaine opened his arms up wide and Kurt ran to them, feeling safer from the warm embrace. "Everything is going to be-"

"Shit!" Puck burst through the door, along with Mrs. Berry and Finn, who was being beaten over the head. "Finn, you are the biggest idiot in the world!"

"What happened?" Kurt asked, curling closer to Blaine.

"This dipshit," Puck said angrily, hitting Finn upside the head, "goes to the door and lets them in!"

"I was trying to be hospitable! I didn't-"

"Finn!" Kurt was brought to tears by the news. "We have to hide, right now!" He climbed off Blaine's lap and took the beast's hand, trying to drag him to the nearest closet with a lock on the door.

"Kurt. Kurt! Stop," Blaine pleaded, easily pulling away from Kurt's grip. "I'm a monster, you really think they're gonna stick around for long after seeing me?" Kurt sputtered, still trying to get Blaine to follow him. "Kurt, I'm gonna go scare them off. They'll never bother you again after this, okay?"

Kurt still looked worried, but he nodded nonetheless. "Okay." He stood still for a moment, but quickly decided to give Blaine one last parting hug. "Thank you," he whispered, cupping Blaine's soft cheek in his hand. Blaine returned the tight embrace, and soon he was out the door.

"Puck, go wait with Kurt. Mrs. Berry, go warn the other servants and Burt, make sure they're alright."

"What should I do?" Finn asked sheepishly as he ran to keep up with Blaine's long strides.

Blaine glared down at him. "Don't mess anything up."

"Right," he said, backing away slowly. "I'll just go... hide." Blaine rolled his eyes as the dimwitted clock ran back down the hall, stealing away into a spare room.

Blaine ran down the steps, seeing the massive crowd for the first time. He looked each and every one in the eyes, saw the fear that he instilled, and said, "Boo."

The boys all ran in different directions, trying to find safety. Two of the linebackers went to the kitchen, where Mrs. Berry and the dishes were ready for them. Hot tea scorched their faces, and forks and knives were being launched from every direction as the spoons rapped at their heads. The defenders who ventured into the ground floor bedrooms were greeted by Brittany, who sent hangers and clothes sailing towards them to bind their limbs. One player was foolish enough to run up the back staircase, leading to a hall full of old statues. They converged on the boy, brandishing limbs of stone and metal to beat him back.

Only one player remained in the front hall, eyes still locked on Blaine. "What the hell do you want?" Blaine asked, staring the large boy down.

"I want Kurt back," Dave said, walking forward slowly, taunting Blaine. The beast's brow furrowed, and Dave laughed at him. "What, you thought he liked you? Kurt's mine, buddy. Like he would ever have feelings for a big hairy beast like you."

Blaine growled, but Karofsky's stance never faltered. Blaine lunged forward, teeth and claws ready to attack, but Dave sidestepped him easily. He got back up and towered over the athlete, but Dave stood strong. He reached behind his back and, before Blaine knew what was happening, a silver blade was buried to the hilt in his side.

Kurt heard a piercing cry, and it left him feeling hollow. He may not have heard that sound before, but he was fairly certain he knew who it came from. Puck was pacing by the door, and the noise sent a shiver from his brass base to the tip of his flame. Kurt had been quiet the whole time they were hiding, but that sound...

"Kurt! Kurt get back here!" He was running out into the hall, completely ignoring Puck's order. He sped past the chaos around him, looking frantically for any sign of Blaine. When he finally found him, his heart lurched into his throat.

Karofsky hovered over Blaine, laughing at him in his dying hour. When he spotted Kurt his eyes grew wide, but he didn't move until Kurt ran down the stairs and shoved him away. "Blaine!" He knelt down next to him, eyes scanning his body until he found the matted, bloody fur at his side. Dave had pulled the knife away, leaving a gaping hole that was losing blood fast. "Oh god," Kurt said, going into survival mode. He ripped away at Blaine's pants, collecting just enough cloth to put pressure on the wound.

"Kurt," Blaine croaked, watching the boy with a glassy look in his eyes. "I love you, Kurt. I'm sorry I tried to come between you and your boyfriend."

"Boyfr- What're you...?" A thought dawned on Kurt, and his head whipped around. "You bastard! I hate you, I hate you, Dave! How could you do this to him?" He turned back to Blaine, who was losing consciousness. "Blaine, I don't love him, I love you! And I'm not just saying that because you're-" He cut himself off, refusing to believe what he knew was true. Kurt's head dropped to Blaine's side as he held him, letting his sobs overtake him.

Kurt could hear Blaine breathing, hear his breaths become more and more shallow. "I love you," he whispered, wishing with all his heart that it could make a difference. Suddenly, Kurt felt a tingling under him, and what felt like a cool autumn breeze at the back of his neck. When he looked up, Kurt saw that a mist had surrounded Blaine, his fur melted away from him to reveal a much slimmer boy, with curly black hair and a gorgeous face. His body changed into that of a man, and fresh skin turned pink as it came in contact with the cool air of the main hall. Even the gash in his side healed, leaving a long red scar that was already fading away.

Blaine had just enough energy too look down at himself. "Human again," he said with a laugh, and his head fell back to the floor.

Blaine's eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the bright light around him. He was somewhere he didn't recognize, and he reached forward to instinctively dig his claws into the nearest object. But wait... Those aren't claws...

"Blaine! You're okay!" He turned his head slowly, seeing Kurt sitting next to him. "Oh, I was so worried." He gave Blaine a hug and grinned from ear to ear.

"Kurt? What happened?" He was still studying his hands (HANDS!) which led into a pair of strong arms, arms he hadn't seen in ages. "I know there was a fight, and I got stabbed, but-"

"You changed, Blaine. You were just lying there, dying, and I was holding you, and you became a human!" Kurt was still beaming, and Blaine couldn't help but stare. "The whole thing really freaked out the football players and they all ran off right afterward. Karofsky, he – well, that's not important. Let;s just say he won't be bothering us anymore. What's important is that my dad got you to the hospital in time and you're safe. You had lost a lot of blood and wouldn't wake up."

Blaine nodded, trying to put the pieces together in his foggy head. "And the part where you said you love me, that was...?"

Kurt laughed, a high laugh that was brighter and more cheerful than any Blaine had heard before it. He leaned in and pressed his lips to Blaine's gently, savoring every minute of the contact he hadn't yet felt with the boy of his dreams. "What does that tell you?"

"Even the beast finds love sometimes," Blaine said with a smile, and he lifted his hand to pull Kurt in for another kiss.

A/N – Go vote for which Disney/Glee parody you would like to see next on my profile page!