A Midnight Song

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Author's Note: This is entirely too fast and way too much information, but I promised myself this story would only have five chapters. So here it is. If there's any interest at all I might do a sequel slowing it all down. Please review if you have time! Thank you and happy reading, T.H.

"Kurt," Mike finally spoke as they entered the cabin. They had been silent on the car ride back to the cabin that was rapidly feeling like home. Mike hoped it would become so. The silence hadn't been uncomfortable, but rather very comfortable indeed while they both thought about how beautiful Beth was, how healthy she had looked, how much of a trooper Quinn had been, and just how obvious Puck's love for both of them was. They'd held hands when Kurt hadn't needed both for driving and he'd looked so tired that Mike had almost offered to drive for him so that he could get a little sleep. Mike didn't intend to let him sleep at all when they got home, after all, and he'd been learning to drive himself when he'd shifted for the first time. But, then they had pulled into the trees and Mike was so claustrophobic in the car anyway and had to look down at his hands to keep from drawing in his breath and wincing every time they seemed to get too close to the tree that that idea was shot. But, Kurt didn't seem sleepy now. In fact, he seemed nervous as hell as he fluttered around the room, putting their jackets away, putting the kettle on, and starting a fire. Mike smiled and knelt next to him, taking the long match he was trying to light from his shaking hand.

"Kurt," He said again and smiled, opening his arms. Kurt threw himself into them with a startled laugh, knocking Mike onto his butt. Mike wrapped him tightly and rocked slightly, letting Kurt curl in his lap.

"I know what's going to happen tonight, Mike. I want it to happen. I want to be yours forever. I'm just a little nervous. It's been a long time for me and, no matter how much I love you, forever is a long commitment to make."

"How do you know it's forever?" Mike asked, kissing Kurt's temple gently.

"Wolves only take one mate in a lifetime," Kurt looked up at him, smiling, knowing what Mike was doing.

"You've known this entire time," Mike said quietly, "How?"

"My mother," Kurt laid his head against Mike's shoulder, "My biological mother, not my stepmom. She was a wolf. She left her pack to be with my father. She loved me and my father with all her heart until the day she died, but she was never completely happy. We could tell. She needed a pack. I wasn't going to say anything because I didn't want you to have to choose. Your pack is…different."

"That we are," Mike smiled into Kurt's hair, "You've never shifted?"

"No. But, from what I gather from comparing what I can smell and hear to what others say they can hear and smell my senses are heightened. And I recognize other wolves the moment I see them. The day I took that picture…the one in my studio…I knew that you would find your way back to me. I was so scared that night when I opened the door and there you were, bleeding. I was afraid you'd go before we even had a chance to know what it was we could have had."

Kurt pushed his face into Mike's neck and Mike felt a single hot tear slip under his collar.

"I'm right here, Kurt. Do you know what I thought the first time I saw you?"

"What?" Kurt's voice was quiet and subdued, but his eyes were smiling as he looked up at Mike again. They were shining with his unshed tears. His eyes fluttered closed just as Mike leaned into kiss them and he sighed happily. Mike pulled back and kissed his lips gently, chastely.

"I thought you were an angel. It's what I've been calling you in my head since that night. My Angel."

"I love it," Kurt said, opening his eyes, "I love you."

"I love you, too." Mike leaned down to kiss Kurt again and stopped just a breath from Kurt's mouth, knowing that if they started he wouldn't be able to stop. And he wanted Kurt to be the one to say that it was alright. He knew he wanted Kurt for the rest of his natural life, but he needed Kurt to want it too. He wouldn't trap Kurt into anything. Kurt set a hand to Mike's cheek, cupping his face. Mike turned his head slightly to place a kiss to Kurt's palm, then turned back, his lips parted slightly so that his breath mingled with Kurt's.

Kurt closed his eyes, breathed, "Yes," and pressed his lips to Mike's. Mike groaned into the kiss and ran his tongue over Kurt's slightly parted lips gently, asking him to open. Kurt wrapped his arms around Mike's waist with a small, desperate little sound from the back of his throat and opened to Mike automatically, sweetly. A growl came up from Mike's throat without his consent as his tongue mingled with Kurt's and he drank Kurt's essence in. It was a heady, dizzy feeling to be kissing Kurt so deeply, knowing that by the end of the night there would never be a possibility of them being apart again. The hand Kurt had set to his cheek fluttered down to Mike's chest and fisted in his sweater. Mike pulled back from the kiss for a breath Kurt whined from the back of his throat. Mike answered with another growl from his chest and leaned down to press a gentle kiss to Kurt's neck, just below his jaw. Kurt leaned back and moaned quietly when Mike pulled back.

"On the bed or in front of the fire, Angel?" He asked.

"Hmm…" Kurt tapped a single finger to his lips, "As romantic as making love in front of the fire would be, and we'll have to do it one day when we've prepared properly, the bed will probably be much more comfortable."

"Good point." Mike rose to his feet swiftly, making Kurt feel very small and dainty as he was carried to the bed across the room. It felt very romantic to be carried the way Mike was carrying him. Everything about this was feeling romantic and perfect and Kurt knew in that instant that everything that had happened to him in his life had led him here. He was meant to be with Mike. And he was so glad.

"Let me take care of you, Angel," Mike said.

"Please," Kurt answered.

Mike took a moment to remove his shoes, socks, and shirt, leaving him in only his jeans, and knelt in front of Kurt to untie his boots. Kurt bit his lip to keep from giggling as Mike removed his boots and socks, and pressed a kiss to the red marks left by his socks. Mike looked up at him, whispered that it was okay for Kurt to laugh, that he never wanted Kurt to hold back anything he was feeling, and laughed with him when Kurt placed a hand to his mouth and giggled behind it. His cheeks flushed prettily as Mike continued to look up at him and Mike surged up to press a kiss to his lips again. Kurt fell back onto the bed, wrapping his arms around Mike and taking him with him as the kiss deepened again. He could feel Mike hard against his thigh through the fabric of both of their jeans and moaned at the feeling as he snapped his hips up to rub against Mike in return. It had been so long and Mike felt so good. He put his hands down and tried to grab his shirt to pull it off.

"I told you to let me take care of you, Angel," Mike ran a finger over the bridge of Kurt's nose, then leaned down to kiss it.

"So you did," Kurt smiled. He put his arms over his head and smiled. Mike smiled back and lifted Kurt's shirt gently, kissing skin as it appeared, making Kurt moan as the mood went from playful to hot once again. Mike dipped his tongue into Kurt's navel and made note of the strangled groan, cataloguing it with the little gasps that he got from nipping at Kurt's nipples and then bathing them in his saliva. He finally pulled Kurt's shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. Kurt narrowed his eyes. Mike grinned.

"It'll be fine, Kurt. I'll wash and press it tomorrow if you want." Kurt laughed, tugging at Mike's jeans.

"Patience," Mike said, but it ended on a moan when Kurt cupped him through the rough fabric and rubbed.

"Save patience for some other time," Kurt wrapped his hand around Mike's neck and pulled him down, "Make me yours now." Mike wanted to say something, but it came out as a half-moan, half growl as Kurt unzipped his jeans and pulled him out. His angel was sneaky, Mike realized, as Kurt lifted his hips and their arousals brushed. He had no idea when Kurt had gotten his own pants open.

Mike pressed his hips down to Kurt's and began to angle his hips gently so that the friction was at its best for both of them. Kurt moaned and brought his legs up to grip Mike's hips, matching Mike's small thrusts with upward thrusts of his own. His lips sought out Mike's neck and suckled gently, not hard enough to really leave a mark –that was Mike's job on his neck- but hard enough to know that it was something Mike was loving. The low growl that started in his throat became a moan and the jerks of his hips became more desperate. He tore himself away from Kurt suddenly and wriggled down Kurt's body, tearing the absurdly tight jeans from Kurt's legs as he want.

"Lube?"

Kurt reached for the nightstand next to the bed and opened the drawer so that he could grab the lube he had bought the day before when they were in town. It felt like so long ago, so much had happened. He pressed it into Mike's waiting hand and closed his eyes.

"How long has it been, Kurt?" Mike asked quietly.

"Six years," Kurt answered in a whisper.

"You'll tell me if something hurts?"

"Yes. Please, Mike."

"Angel." Mike pressed a kiss to Kurt's hip, then to the tip of his arousal. Kurt released his breath in a quiet sigh as Mike took him in his mouth, sucking gently even as he coated his fingers with the lube Kurt had given him. Kurt moaned and put a hand to Mike's head, barely tensing as the first finger went in. He was tight, Mike thought, so tight. He moaned around Kurt it his mouth and pressed another finger in. This time Kurt did tense, and let out his breath in a small hiss. Mike continued to work him gently with both his mouth and his fingers until he found the place within Kurt that made him cry out sharply and then fully relax around Mike's fingers. Mike added a third, wanting to do as much as he could to make sure that Kurt wouldn't feel discomfort when he finally took him. Kurt moaned and Mike knew it was time. He was so hard just with the thought of being inside Kurt. He slicked himself with the remaining lube on his hand and sat up, releasing Kurt from his mouth gently. Kurt looked up at him, gnawing his lower lip a little.

"Hands and knees?" He asked.

"For mating," Mike agreed.

Kurt tried to smile, but it looked so nervous. Mike kissed him tenderly, "Are you sure you want this, Angel?"

"Yes!" Kurt answered so emphatically that Mike was no longer worried. It wasn't being with, mating with, Mike that Kurt was worried about. It was just the sex. Mike could deal with that. He kissed Kurt's neck and chest until the smaller man had relaxed again, then put his hands on his hips, helping him to roll over, then pulling him to his hands and knees. He stroked Kurt's back gently as he used his other hand to line himself up.

"Push against me, Angel," Mike whispered.

"I remember that much," Kurt laughed breathily, then drew in his breath sharply when Mike began to push into his body. When Mike was fully seated, his arms shaking a little on Kurt's hips, he paused, leaning over to press a kiss to Kurt's neck.

"Are you okay?" He mouthed against Kurt's skin.

"Just give me a minute," Kurt's voice was hoarse. Mike was more than happy to accommodate him. Kurt's body wass like a furnace and a glove all at once. Mike had never known anything like it. If he started to move then he would have barely lasted a dozen strokes. He concentrated on getting himself back under control while he whispered words of comfort and love against Kurt's neck and upper back.

"A…Alright…" Kurt said after a moment. Mike straightened and wrapped one hand around Kurt's shoulder comfortingly. The other he gripped Kurt's hip with. He pulled out slowly and thrust back in, hissing himself at the sensation. Kurt's head had fallen forward and Mike moved the hand that was on his shoulder to massage Kurt's neck and into his hair gently.

"Angel?" He asked after a moment of Kurt simply shaking and breathing hard.

"Mike," Kurt's voice was strained, but it had taken on a different tone. He turned and lifted his head and Mike could see the tears in his eyes.

"I'll pull out," Mike said.

"No!" Kurt reached behind himself to hold Mike in, "It feels so good. I had forgotten." He moved his arm and cupped the back of Mike's neck to drag him down into a deep kiss. They were both panting when the kiss broke, "Please."

Mike began to thrust in earnest, like his body had been demanding he do and shut his eyes against the sensations that threatened to overwhelm him. Kurt was making little noises now with every thrust, sweet little moans and gasps that surrounded Mike and made him feel powerful and strong. He leaned over Kurt's arched back and began to mouth at the juncture between his throat and shoulder. Marking was something that was unique to werewolves, but he figured that Kurt was expecting it. He knew he'd been right when Kurt angled his head to allow him more access.

"Mike!" Kurt panted, "Mike…I'm not…I can't…"

"Angel," Mike growled from the back of his throat, reaching under both of them to stroke Kurt's weeping arousal in time with his sharp thrusts, "Mine!"

"Always!" Kurt agreed. He cried out and pulsed in Mike's hand, hot and wet, as Mike bit down and broke the tender skin under his teeth. At the taste of his mate's blood in his mouth he released his seed into Kurt's body.

They stayed frozen that way for a long moment until Kurt's arms finally gave and they both went crashing to the bed. Mike rolled, gently pulling out of Kurt's body, then pulled his exhausted mate on top of him.

"We'll be able to do that all of our lives?" Kurt asked.

"All of our lives," Mike assured him, "Every day if you want."

"Mmm," Kurt hummed from the back of his throat, then smiled up at Mike, "I could probably be convinced."

They laid in the silence until Mike finally spoke again, "Angel, I don't want to hurt you, but I've wanted to ask…why are you even here? I've seen your work. You should be somewhere where you can have a studio and shows and parties and…And you have so many people in this town who love you. You're not the hermit type. Why do you live all the way out here all alone?"

"Mike…I…"

"No secrets, Kurt," Mike said gently, "We're mated now."

Kurt nodded and laid his head back down on Mike's chest. It took him nearly a minute, but he was finally able to speak, "I was in love once before. His name was Sam. We met our senior year of high school. We were together for nearly three years. He was a good man."

"Anyone who could capture your heart would have to be," Mike agreed, kissing Kurt's hair.

"At the end of our sophomore year of college we were walking home from a show. We were laughing, happy, holding hands. A group of drunk rednecks took exception to two happy 'fags.' They beat us with fists and feet. Held Sam down while they forced me to…They didn't penetrate me but, they made me…my mouth…"

Mike growled from the back of his throat. He wanted anyone who dared to touch his mate dead. Puck would agree.

"Don't worry," Kurt leaned up and framed Mike's face with his hands, "My father's lawyers saw to it. They're never going to hurt anyone ever again. Please. For me you have to let that be enough. I tried to forget it, but that didn't happen. I still had nightmares about it nearly every night. Since you've come into my life, I still have the nightmares but when I wake up in the middle of the night and you're holding me I know that I'm safe and I can sleep again. I haven't felt safe in so long, Mike. Please don't leave me to get revenge on people who can't hurt me or anyone else anymore."

"I don't like it, Kurt," Mike growled, "The wolf in me wants to kill whoever hurt you."

"But you won't?"

"No, I won't."

"Why?"

"You're my mate and you asked me not to."

"It's that simple?" Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"It's that simple." Mike leaned forward to kiss him, to give him courage. He knew the next part would be the hardest, "What happened to Sam?"

"The police said that when I passed out they went after Sam. One of them had a knife. I was unconscious for nearly a week, but my dad told me Sam made it nearly three days on life support. The damage was simply too great." He trailed off in silent tears. Mike held him closer, almost regretting his decision to ask, but it had been a shadow over them and the one topic they hadn't yet discussed. He understood Kurt now and loved him all the more for his past.

"We'll honor him," Mike said quietly, "I hope you know that."

"What?" Kurt finally asked.

"Sam. We'll all honor him as a fallen member of the pack. As soon as I tell the others. He'll never be forgotten, Kurt. And you'll never be alone. You're mated now. And you're pack."

Kurt sighed, "I always dreamed of being part of pack, after my mother would tell me how it felt."

"Everything we've ever done…your relationship with Sam and his death…my parents nearly killing me when they found out I was a wolf and Puck finding me…"

"Oh please," Kurt turned a bitch face on him and Mike grinned, "If you say it was fate, Mike, I'm going to make you take back your mating mark." Mike grinned and rolled them over so that he was on top of Kurt, glad to see him smiling again. This was supposed to be a happy night, after all. They were mated! And that in itself was a joy Mike had never expected to experience. There would still be nightmares and bad days when Kurt had to cry when he thought of Sam, but it would be okay now because neither of them would ever be alone again. Kurt smiled up at him when Mike leaned down to kiss the last of his tears from his cheeks.

"I was thinking earlier…" Kurt said after a time when Mike had rolled onto his side and was spooning him close, "We should rebuild here."

"Rebuild?" Mike asked, "Why?"

"Well, we could have a big building with enough bedrooms for Puck and Quinn and one for Santana and Brittany, one for little Beth, and one for you and me. The pack could make a home base here and Quinn could still work at the clinic in town. Even if things were to build up around us, which I doubt, we're right on the edge of a national forest and you'd all always have a place to run and simply be wolves when you need to be."

"The whole pack under one roof." Mike smiled against the back of Kurt's neck, "Staying in one place. Sharing a bed with you every night. I don't think anything has ever sounded more perfect."

"Really?" Kurt asked quietly, nearly asleep.

"Yes," Mike kissed him one last time and settle in for the night. He could see it in his head. They had been forced to be wolves for so long that they had lost a little bit of their humanity. But, Kurt was giving them the opportunity to be human again, while not having to give up the freedom being wolves brought them. And the mates, Quinn and Kurt, knew them and understood them. No, Mike couldn't think of anything more perfect. He decided he was mated to a genius and fell asleep with a smile on his face.

Neither of them could have anticipated what actually came to pass. They were in the process of rebuilding when another human-wolf couple found them. Tina had nearly been killed by her pack when she told them she had mated with a wheelchair bound human. She and Artie had been traveling for months. Puck pulled them into their own hodge-podge pack and they redesigned their large house again.

When Kurt told Burt what was going on he sounded so happy and Burt knew in his heart that he had to be part of his son's happiness. His wife fully supported him and agreed. They moved the next week after Burt signed the garage over to his partner. Burt opened a new garage in town and Carole became Quinn's nurse. They were parents to the whole pack and brought something to their lives that hadn't been there before.

Will and Emma were a wolf couple traveling in search of a pack. After one dinner with Puck's pack they never left.

Matt, unable to speak as a human or make a noise as a wolf from birth, had never had a pack, but he was accepted the moment he ran into them. When Kurt's friend from college, Mercedes, came to visit she and Matt fell in love and mated.

"I speak enough for the both of us," She smiled, when asked about it, before leaning her head against Matt's shoulder and tilting her face up for the kiss he was only too happy to give her.

Sue was a lone wolf who had never thought she needed a pack. None of them were really willing to have her. But, they had so many personalities in their pack that she was surprised to find she fit right in. She sometimes left them for months at a time but –she would never admit it- it was nice to know she always had home to return to.

Finn's wife, Rachel, was heartbroken when she miscarried for the fifth time and Finn brought her to the mountains in hopes of reviving her spirits and their marriage. After weeks of the unconditional love and acceptance of the pack and so many women who knew just how heartbroken she was, she kissed Finn for the first time since the miscarriage and took him back into her bed. She was pregnant again in just a few weeks. They all held their breath, Quinn, Carole and the other females watched her constantly, and Finn and the other males, especially Puck, wouldn't let her lift a finger. It turned out in the end, that her body had been right. Giving birth to Drizzle nearly killed her and she was forever weakened, but she was so happy that none of them could find fault. She was quieter, but she was their heart and none of them could picture the pack without her. When Finn and Rachel had the chance to move back to California they didn't take it. With their addition, the pack was complete.

It was a future that none of them had ever anticipated, but it was perfect. Mike worried for a time that having so many people around would be too much for Kurt, but whenever it was, they simply escaped to Kurt's studio, which was off limits to all but Mike unless given very specific permission by Kurt. Mike wasn't surprised when the passion never faded and if Kurt was sad that they couldn't have children he never said it. Pack children were raised, in great deal, by the pack. They didn't need to have their own to have children. Years later, when they looked out on the complex their once simple cabin had become, at the children and grandchildren playing, at Beth, who was now leading the pack, and her mate Braden, Artie and Tina's son, Mike wrapped Kurt in his arms and whispered:

"Thanks for opening the door that night, Angel."

"It was my pleasure, Mike," Kurt answered, "Always."