Glee Fic--Pitter Patter
Title: Pitter Patter
Summary: Kurt and Blaine decide whether or not to bring pets into their new apartment.
Rating: PG
They'd survived a year long separation. They'd survived bullies and sleazy players in bars. They'd survived dorm living and a six month lease with Rachel. Now they had their own place. It was small and had a grand view of a brick wall and a dirty alley, but it was close to campus and moderately priced. They shared a full sized bed and had to crowd together on a beaten down loveseat. The rest of their living room consisted of a beanbag chair, Blaine's, and a television on a wicker stand, Kurt's. It was a decorative nightmare and fairly sparse, but it was theirs.
They couldn't paint the walls or put in a better carpet, not that they could afford it. However, they could have pets. Blaine practically peed himself in excitement when he found out. Kurt wasn't as excited. Pavaratti had been fine, but pets as a general rule were expensive, messy, and a decided no-no. He'd wanted at least a solid year of peace alone with Blaine before things picked up again. So he'd put his foot down and offered a blowjob in return.
There were times though that Blaine would lie on his stomach, look around, and his lip would tremble. It was heartbreaking and pathetic and Kurt did his best to ignore it. When the long sad looks turned to sniffles Kurt caved.
“Fine. One pet. One Blaine. And it will be yours. If it's a dog, you will walk it. If it's a cat you will scoop the litter. I'm not responsible for it.” Kurt stood firm, arms crossed, staring down at a stunned Blaine. He floundered, his mouth opening and closing in shock and joy. Then he hopped up and bounced on the balls of his feet.
“Can it happen today? A dog or a cat? I get to pick? Oh my God Kurt. Thank you. Thank you! Are you sure? Because we can wait. I don't want to pressure you into-“
Kurt held up a hand to shush him then clasped onto his shoulders. “Whenever you want and whatever you want. You're not pressuring me Blaine. Relax. But so help me if it isn't housebroken you will be banished to the couch. Or the outside hallway. It depends on the casualties.”
Blaine let out an excited little laugh and crushed Kurt into a hug. When he let go Kurt watched him, resigned and amused, as Blaine fluttered about. He sang and shimmied around the apartment for nearly twenty minutes then stopped abruptly just short of the front door.
“Blaine? You alright?” He nodded and turned to Kurt with a charming smile.
“You should do it. You can pick the pet and it'll be my responsibility. That way it'll be ours.”
Kurt was going to protest, but the way Blaine said 'ours', the way his lips curled around it, made him stop. He was out the door and on his way to the shelter before he realized how whipped he was.
Blaine had been so keyed up over the whole event that he decided to break down and take a shower, just for something to do. Unfortunately he waited just on the side of too long. Kurt came home when he was shampooing his hair.
After he'd scrambled out of the shower he yanked on a pair of sweats without drying off. He slid across the hardwood and nearly acquainted his jaw with their trendy black shoe rack. He expected Kurt to reprimand him, or at least laugh, but he remained quiet. Kurt was on his knees, hunched over a cardboard box.
“Is that it? A dog or a cat? Girl, boy, as of yet unidentified ball of fur?” He scooted forward on his knees until he was level with Kurt. With eager fingers he pulled back the lid of the box and gasped. Curled up inside was a black water spaniel puppy. And tucked under him was a small gray tuft of fur. At first Blaine thought it was a toy. But the puppy caught sight of Blaine and Kurt and stood on eager legs, yapping away. At his feet was a small gray cat. “Kurt?”
Beside him Kurt was quiet. He was staring into the box with a grim look. “It's a maine coon and a water spaniel.”
“I get to choose? They're both so cute. And...well I didn't know you could check them out. You could have just sent a picture.”
“You're not choosing. We're keeping them both.”
“Both? But you said I could only have-“
Kurt turned to him, eyes sharp. “They were together. In a cage. The lady said they're friends.” Blaine nodded and put his hand in the box for them to sniff at.
“Yeah, but I'm sure that-“
“He whined. I picked up the cat and he started crying and he was looking at me and...They're so tiny and they weren't playing with any of the other animals. What if the other animals were mean to them? I couldn't just leave one to fend for himself.”
Kurt was crying by then. There was a quiver in his voice and his shoulders were hunched in. In his lap his fingers were knotted together. And Blaine understood. He was tearing up too.
“I love you so much.”
Kurt choked out a laugh and wiped his tears away with the back of his hand. “Well I love you too. But they're still-“
“I was talking to Captain Sparkle Britches and Sir Cantaloupe.” Kurt sputtered and took in the image of Blaine, who was currently trying to climb into the small box to be with their new pets.
“Those names are ridiculous! You can't honestly expect me to-“
“Their names are set. It came to me in a dream and I have always done my best to follow my dreams.”
“A dream? When you were what? Five? Or was it from last week? And I don't buy it either way. You just want to hear me say something ridiculous. Give them proper names Blaine.”
“They are proper. Captain and Sir Kurt. Captain and Sir.”
Summary: Kurt and Blaine decide whether or not to bring pets into their new apartment.
Rating: PG
They'd survived a year long separation. They'd survived bullies and sleazy players in bars. They'd survived dorm living and a six month lease with Rachel. Now they had their own place. It was small and had a grand view of a brick wall and a dirty alley, but it was close to campus and moderately priced. They shared a full sized bed and had to crowd together on a beaten down loveseat. The rest of their living room consisted of a beanbag chair, Blaine's, and a television on a wicker stand, Kurt's. It was a decorative nightmare and fairly sparse, but it was theirs.
They couldn't paint the walls or put in a better carpet, not that they could afford it. However, they could have pets. Blaine practically peed himself in excitement when he found out. Kurt wasn't as excited. Pavaratti had been fine, but pets as a general rule were expensive, messy, and a decided no-no. He'd wanted at least a solid year of peace alone with Blaine before things picked up again. So he'd put his foot down and offered a blowjob in return.
There were times though that Blaine would lie on his stomach, look around, and his lip would tremble. It was heartbreaking and pathetic and Kurt did his best to ignore it. When the long sad looks turned to sniffles Kurt caved.
“Fine. One pet. One Blaine. And it will be yours. If it's a dog, you will walk it. If it's a cat you will scoop the litter. I'm not responsible for it.” Kurt stood firm, arms crossed, staring down at a stunned Blaine. He floundered, his mouth opening and closing in shock and joy. Then he hopped up and bounced on the balls of his feet.
“Can it happen today? A dog or a cat? I get to pick? Oh my God Kurt. Thank you. Thank you! Are you sure? Because we can wait. I don't want to pressure you into-“
Kurt held up a hand to shush him then clasped onto his shoulders. “Whenever you want and whatever you want. You're not pressuring me Blaine. Relax. But so help me if it isn't housebroken you will be banished to the couch. Or the outside hallway. It depends on the casualties.”
Blaine let out an excited little laugh and crushed Kurt into a hug. When he let go Kurt watched him, resigned and amused, as Blaine fluttered about. He sang and shimmied around the apartment for nearly twenty minutes then stopped abruptly just short of the front door.
“Blaine? You alright?” He nodded and turned to Kurt with a charming smile.
“You should do it. You can pick the pet and it'll be my responsibility. That way it'll be ours.”
Kurt was going to protest, but the way Blaine said 'ours', the way his lips curled around it, made him stop. He was out the door and on his way to the shelter before he realized how whipped he was.
Blaine had been so keyed up over the whole event that he decided to break down and take a shower, just for something to do. Unfortunately he waited just on the side of too long. Kurt came home when he was shampooing his hair.
After he'd scrambled out of the shower he yanked on a pair of sweats without drying off. He slid across the hardwood and nearly acquainted his jaw with their trendy black shoe rack. He expected Kurt to reprimand him, or at least laugh, but he remained quiet. Kurt was on his knees, hunched over a cardboard box.
“Is that it? A dog or a cat? Girl, boy, as of yet unidentified ball of fur?” He scooted forward on his knees until he was level with Kurt. With eager fingers he pulled back the lid of the box and gasped. Curled up inside was a black water spaniel puppy. And tucked under him was a small gray tuft of fur. At first Blaine thought it was a toy. But the puppy caught sight of Blaine and Kurt and stood on eager legs, yapping away. At his feet was a small gray cat. “Kurt?”
Beside him Kurt was quiet. He was staring into the box with a grim look. “It's a maine coon and a water spaniel.”
“I get to choose? They're both so cute. And...well I didn't know you could check them out. You could have just sent a picture.”
“You're not choosing. We're keeping them both.”
“Both? But you said I could only have-“
Kurt turned to him, eyes sharp. “They were together. In a cage. The lady said they're friends.” Blaine nodded and put his hand in the box for them to sniff at.
“Yeah, but I'm sure that-“
“He whined. I picked up the cat and he started crying and he was looking at me and...They're so tiny and they weren't playing with any of the other animals. What if the other animals were mean to them? I couldn't just leave one to fend for himself.”
Kurt was crying by then. There was a quiver in his voice and his shoulders were hunched in. In his lap his fingers were knotted together. And Blaine understood. He was tearing up too.
“I love you so much.”
Kurt choked out a laugh and wiped his tears away with the back of his hand. “Well I love you too. But they're still-“
“I was talking to Captain Sparkle Britches and Sir Cantaloupe.” Kurt sputtered and took in the image of Blaine, who was currently trying to climb into the small box to be with their new pets.
“Those names are ridiculous! You can't honestly expect me to-“
“Their names are set. It came to me in a dream and I have always done my best to follow my dreams.”
“A dream? When you were what? Five? Or was it from last week? And I don't buy it either way. You just want to hear me say something ridiculous. Give them proper names Blaine.”
“They are proper. Captain and Sir Kurt. Captain and Sir.”