It takes some time to get back to Blaine's house, because Kurt has been in his room for so long without ever really getting out, so he's unable to walk. His frail body is still too heavy for his thin, weak legs. Blaine has given him his coat against the weather and chilly night outside, even though Kurt shook his head and Blaine had to waste about ten minutes, talking him into just putting on the damn jacket, saying he'd keep his scarf.

Blaine is lucky, because Kurt actually allows him to carry him all the way. The shivering boy is clinging a bit helplessly to his neck. He has managed to half hide his head in Blaine's scarf, protecting his apparently sensitive ears. Blaine is glad he doesn't live more than a few blocks away – he picked out a shelter close to his home, so he could walk. He never imagined he would have to carry the pet he chose, he just thought giving them some fresh air and a short walk to get to know each other a bit better, before the poor thing had to enter the house and all, would be good for both of them.

He mumbles some random facts about himself to Kurt – where he works, where he was born, that he has an older brother, how he has an almost unhealthy coffee addiction – even though it feels like he's talking to himself, because Kurt can only produce a few raspy noises. Blaine subconsciously pulls him closer. "Don't strain your voice. I'll make you some tea with honey, that will probably help." He tells the boy, who nods, even though his eyes are still wide and slightly suspicious.

Blaine knows Kurt doesn't trust him yet. He didn't exactly expect him to instantly trust him, but it still kind of kills the mood. Still, Blaine doesn't complain. When they reach his house, – which is pretty big, but doesn't give Blaine a warm feeling at all – Blaine opens the door with one hand, while he keeps on holding Kurt up with his other arm. He carries the boy into the house and carefully sets him down on the couch. With some difficulty, Kurt moves into a sitting position, his tail curled around his slim waist. Blaine send him an encouraging smile and starts to walk towards the giant kitchen. "I'll get you the tea I promised. You can watch some TV, if you want."

Kurt then looks up at him with questioning eyes. Blaine stops in his tracks and frowns. "Don't tell me you don't know what a TV is." Kurt blinks and shrugs, curling up into a ball, still shivering, even though Blaine's coat is still wrapped around his slender shoulders. For a moment, Blaine takes in how the black contrasts with the beautiful, pale skin of the curled up figure on the couch. He quickly shakes his head and picks up the remote, turning on the TV. He hears Kurt hiss in surprise and fear as voices reach into the room. Blaine quickly turns down the volume and sinks down on his knees in front of Kurt, like he's talking to a child. "Hey, it's okay. A TV is.. well.. it can be like a visual newspaper, book, magazine, anything."

Kurt blinks again and slowly lets his eyes slide towards the TV screen. The hairs on his tail are standing up and Blaine resists the urge to pet Kurt's head, tickle his ears and pull him into a loving hug. The boy looks so frail and terrified, it's heartbreaking to watch. But Blaine knows he shouldn't touch Kurt without his permission. Like normal cats, half cat hybrids are known for their need of privacy and personal space – they're stubborn and can lash out when they feel like they're in danger. So Blaine switches through the different channels until he has found a cartoon channel. He decides it's the safest way to introduce Kurt to the TV; or anything, for that matter – just treat him as if you're dealing with a small child. Especially because Kurt seems intelligent, but completely unworldly.

He keeps watching, while Kurt's expression changes from tense, to slightly more relaxed. There's even a hint of a confused smile, when one of the animated characters does something stupid. He slowly gets up and walks to the kitchen, where he puts on some water for Kurt's tea. As soon as the water is boiling, there's the sound of a strangled mewling coming from the living room. Blaine instantly runs out of the kitchen, to find a terrified Kurt, who's trying to make a sound through his dry throat. Blaine sinks down on his knees in front of the couch again. Kurt's cat ears are pointing towards the sound of the kettle. Blaine smiles softly. "Kurt." He says.

The ears move a bit, but remain somewhere in the middle, between the kitchen and Blaine. Another soft mewing is sounding from Kurt's pink lips. Blaine reaches out, but doesn't touch Kurt yet. "May I?" He asks softly. Kurt stares at him, eyes wide. Then he nods and Blaine carefully touches Kurt's hand. "Don't be scared. I'm boiling water for your tea, that's the sound you're hearing. You're probably not used to having a lot of different sounds around you, but it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. You're safe." He whispers, attempting to calm Kurt down with his voice. "Breathe, Kurt. I'm going to go make you that tea now, alright? Just stay here and try to relax a bit. You're free and you have time to learn to talk and walk again. I won't force you into anything. I just.. I needed to get you out of that place."

Kurt's small, pink tongue appears for a second, to wet his equally pink lips. Blaine is distracted for a moment, but then quickly blinks and retreats his hand, getting back up again. "I'll be back in a minute, okay?" He wait for Kurt to nod in understanding and then walks back to the kitchen to pour the water into two teacups. He adds the honey, stirs and then puts in the teabags. With the cups in his hands, he carefully returns to the living room. He puts the cups down on the coffee table and slowly lets himself sit down next to Kurt, at a short distance, so he doesn't scare the boy away. Kurt curls up a bit more, shifting away from Blaine, his eyes focused and alert. Blaine just smiles at him and takes the teabags out of the cups.

Kurt now looks at the tea with curious eyes, his ears pointing forward again. He tilts his head to the side, an action that makes Blaine melt, because it's so adorable. "That's our tea, Kurt. I put honey in it, as I promised. I hope you'll like it." Kurt shifts forward, slowly reaching out to the cups, staring at them as if he expects the cups to attack him. Blaine carefully touches Kurt's arm. "No, no. It's still really hot. You can't drink it yet. Do you want some water?" At the mention of water, Blaine has all of Kurt's attention again – his eyes are wide and pleading and another mewl tries to make its way through his dry throat. "I take it you like water." Blaine says, laughing softly. Kurt first glares at him, then looks away and nods.

Blaine gets Kurt some water from the kitchen and hands him the glass. Kurt holds it as if it's about to explode. He eyes the glass, sniffs the water and then experimentally sticks out his tongue and laps some water out of the glass. Blaine blinks, again distracted by Kurt's tongue, which looks pointy and cat-like, but soft. Blaine wonders how Kurt can drink like a cat, while missing the small hooks a normal cat has to help him drink the water. After a minute, Blaine finds out that Kurt actually can't really drink like this at all. He's desperately sticking his tongue into the glass, whimpering and mewling, but not getting much out of it. Blaine wraps his hands around Kurt's, which are wrapped around the glass. "Here, I'll show you." Kurt lets Blaine take the glass from his fingers and watches while Blaine drinks a few sips of water. He quickly reaches out to the glass again, apparently scared Blaine will drink all of his water.

Blaine watches how Kurt tries to drink again, but he's spilling most of the water down his chin. He notices how Kurt gets upset and annoyed with himself. "Wait, I know something that might work." He tells the boy. He gets up and gets Kurt a straw from the kitchen. He places it into the glass. "Here, you can suck on it. Slowly, don't choke on it." Kurt does as Blaine tells him and his eyes widen as he actually feels the water in his mouth. The glass is empty in a matter of seconds and Kurt is panting slightly, looking at Blaine with pleading eyes again. "You want more?" Blaine asks. Kurt swallows, clears his throat, frowns and then breathes a "Yes," followed by a slightly louder "please.".

Even though Kurt's voice still sounds raw and trembles a bit, Blaine is taken aback by the unusually high voice. He wants to blame it on the fact that it hasn't been used for so long, but then mentally hits himself, because it doesn't matter if Kurt has a high voice or not. He gets up and refills the glass with water. When he hands it back to Kurt, he quickly downs that one too. There's a weird noise coming from Kurt's throat now and it takes a moment until Blaine realises Kurt is purring. He puts the empty glass on the table and smiles at the boy, who is wiggling his ears. Then, before he knows what's happening, Kurt has moved closer and is now curled up against Blaine, who can't resist the urge to softly stroke his chestnut hair. He frowns at the feeling of Kurt's hair, which feels a bit unkempt and dry. He makes a mental note to prepare a bath, before he's distracted by Kurt's purring growing louder.

Before Blaine can process it, Kurt is licking his neck and moving onto his lap, making himself comfortable. A soft groan escapes his lips before he can stop it. Still, it doesn't feel completely right. Kurt has only been with him for about an hour now and he's not going to make use of the fact that Kurt is a pet. So he doesn't react to the licking and softly pushes him away instead. "Hey, I think you can drink your tea now." Kurt looks up, his expression confused. "You bought me."

Blaine frowns. "Yes." Kurt shifts a bit on his lap. "I know why.. people buy us. You want us to- to pleasure you. .. Sex.." The word sounds strange from Kurt's lips – and not just because it's still rough – and Blaine doesn't even want to hear it right now. He shakes his head. "Kurt, listen to me. I know there are a lot of people who do that, yes. But I'm not like them. I didn't get you out of there for- for sex. I wanted to give you a home. That place, it looks horrible, Kurt. I'm so sorry you were stuck in there for a year. I just- I'm a good person, Kurt. I would never use you, hurt you or lock you up. I've got plenty of food and water and I'm planning to spoil you, because you deserve so much better than that place."

At the sound of the word 'food', Kurt's stomach growls loudly. With an embarrassed blush, Kurt wraps his tail around his body again. "Sorry." He mumbles. Blaine shakes his head. "It's okay. You probably didn't get much to eat. You're really thin." He replies. Kurt shrugs and looks away, but Blaine easily lifts him up and puts him back down on the couch, next to him. "Wait here, I'll go see what I can make us. I haven't had any dinner yet, either." Kurt nods slowly and lets his eyes focus on the TV screen again. Blaine takes the straw from the empty glass and puts it into the teacup. He carefully hands it to Kurt, before he, once again, makes his way to the kitchen. Once he's there, he lets out a small sigh.

He's really glad that Kurt seems to be relaxing a bit, though he's not sure how to deal with Kurt thinking he needs to, well, pleasure Blaine. Give him sex. Sure, Kurt is beautiful and adorable and his tongue is quite distracting, but Blaine doesn't want to instantly ruin their relationship by turning Kurt into his sex pet. Even though Kurt seems to like him, he doesn't want it to be forced or this soon. Call Blaine a silly romantic, but he doesn't believe in good sex when there are no feelings involved. So he will see if he and Kurt can fall in love or not. It doesn't matter if they don't. He's glad he saved the gorgeous boy from the terrible shelter and gave him a chance to a better life.