Blaine decides to make Kurt something special and big, because the boy looks really hungry and Blaine really wants to spoil him a bit. He creates his own pizza – throwing a lot of fish on it, since Kurt will probably like that; he's half cat after all – and returns with a smile, while the pizza is baking in the oven. He won't admit it to Kurt yet, but he want to deserve the boy's affection and he wants to be a good owner. Not that he wants to treat Kurt like a pet, but since he bought the hybrid, he technically owns him and he wants to do a good job. He isn't sure how to tell his colleagues and friends yet, but there's no rush – his next workday is on Monday, so he has the whole weekend to help Kurt getting used to his house, before he leaves him alone. Hopefully by the end of the weekend, Kurt is able to walk again, so he can grab some food when he's hungry, instead of having to wait for Blaine to get back home.

When he returns to Kurt, he lets himself fall down on the couch again and takes the remote to switch to the news. It's not particularly interesting, but Blaine feels like he needs to keep up with the rest of the world. It's all war and crime and he feels Kurt shiver next to him. He turns his gaze towards the boy and notices he's staring at the images on the TV in horror. Blaine wraps an arm around Kurt's shoulders, allowing him to curl up against Blaine and hide his face in his chest. His ears are slightly tilted backwards, but not in an angry way. He mainly just looks upset and scared. Blaine guesses he hasn't been informed with world news for months, if not years. If he ever saw the news at all.

So he softly pets Kurt's hair again, taking in his scent, even though it's hard to get to know Kurt's real scent, because the smell of the shelter is clinging to his clothes and hair. He checks his watch; the pizza isn't done for another 30 minutes. He slowly lifts Kurt's chin to make him look at Blaine. "Hey, Kurt? Shall I make a bath ready for you? Get that terrible smell off of your body?"

Kurt blinks, his eyes wide. "Don't like water." He replies softly, shifting away from Blaine. Blaine frowns and pulls Kurt back, earning a disagreeing hiss.

"Kurt, you need to wash yourself." He says gently. Kurt shakes his head and sticks out his tongue.

"I can wash myself." He says, before licking his hand and rubbing it against his cheek. Blaine blinks and then shakes his head in disbelief.

"No, Kurt. A real bath. For humans. You'll like it."

"No, no, please, it's cold and I can't breath and- and- Please, I'll do anything. I'll sleep outside."

Blaine stares at Kurt, feeling confused. "Cold? No, Kurt. A warm bath. With bubbles, if you want."

"B-Bubbles?"

"Bubbles." Blaine confirms with a smile. He touches the tip of Kurt's nose with his finger, making Kurt purr softly. "I'll show you how nice I can make a bath."

He lifts Kurt up in his arms and takes him upstairs to the first floor. He sets him down gently on the closed toilet lid and turns on the water of his bathtub. Blaine loves his bath, but he rarely uses it. Showering goes a lot quicker and baths make him lazy and since he almost always showers in the morning, taking a bath isn't an option. He could easily fall asleep and turn up late at work.

His bathtub is big and spacey, it could easily fit two adults. Blaine is glad he decided to purchase a shower and a bath, because Kurt isn't able to stand yet and it's easier to relax in a bathtub, than when Blaine would have to hold him up underneath the shower. He doesn't know why Kurt associates a bath with cold water and not being able to breathe and figures he doesn't even want to know what they did to the poor boy at the shelter. Judging from his physical condition, they didn't treat him well. It's a treatment not even a normal animal deserves. And someone as precious as a hybrid – as Kurt – deserved so much more.

After checking the temperature of the water for about five times, to make sure it isn't too hot or too cold, he adds some sweet smelling bath salt and then turns to Kurt. "It's all yours. You can put your clothes in the laundry basket and you can lay my coat over there. Call me if you need anything."

He turns around and takes a step towards the door, when Kurt calls his name. "Mr. Anderson?"

Blaine turns around. "Kurt, call me Blaine, okay? What is it, my kitten?"

Kurt blushes and bites his lip. "I- I can't stand."

Blaine resists the urge to slap himself. "Right, I'm sorry. I- I just wanted to give you some privacy."

Kurt stares at him with wide eyes, but doesn't say anything. Blaine walks over to Kurt and pulls him carefully onto his legs, holding him up with his hands wrapped tightly around Kurt's waist. The boy barely weights anything, so he doesn't need much more to keep him up. He walks around Kurt and holds him from behind. With one hand, he carefully slips the coat from Kurt's thin shoulders. He lays the piece of clothing down on the toilet. "I'll close my eyes okay? You take off your pants and underwear and tell me when you're ready. I won't look."

He closes his eyes and feels the slow, clumsy movements of Kurt struggling with the buttons on his jeans. The end of his tail brushes against Blaine's face, tickling him softly. He helps Kurt slightly with pushing the jeans down, though he keeps his eyes closed. As soon as Kurt has stepped out of the jeans, he softly nudges Blaine.

"I'm done." He breathes, sounding shy.

Blaine opens his eyes. "What about your under- Oh."

He couldn't help but look down, noticing Kurt isn't wearing underwear underneath his jeans. He's not even wearing socks. Blaine feels a blush creep up his cheeks and bites down hard on his bottom lip, refusing to allow himself to stare at Kurt's body. The boy is quite beautiful, apart from obviously being somewhat underweight – His pale skin contrasts beautifully against the chestnut hair and fur on his ears and elegant tail. The hardest thing to do is to not stare at Kurt's ass. Or touch it, for that matter.

Kurt turns his head to look at Blaine, his cheeks flushed pink in embarrassment and his eyes look scared. Blaine smiles at him and presses a soft kiss on top of Kurt's head. "You're gorgeous, Kurt. Come, let's get you in my warm bath." He says gently.

Kurt still looks uncertain, so Blaine takes his hand and slowly bends them over, letting their joined hands touch the water. Kurt jerks his hand back in surprise, but then carefully touches the water again. "It's warm." He almost whispers. Blaine nods with a bright smile and presses a loving kiss in Kurt's neck.

He helps Kurt step into the tub, the boy's thin legs trembling as he moves them, but he's able to keep himself up with the help of Blaine's strong arms, which are securely wrapped around his tiny waist. Once Kurt is settled on the bottom of the tub, surrounded by bubbles and the sweet scent of the bath salt, Blaine can allow himself to look at Kurt again. His lower body is completely hidden underneath the white, foamy bubbles. He checks his watch again. Fifteen minutes left.

"How does that feel?" He asks Kurt, smiling encouragingly at the boy, who is staring at the foam with pure fascination and curiosity. He slowly reaches out a hand and pokes into the white substance with his finger. It takes a moment until Blaine's question reaches him.

"It's warm." He replies with a happy smile, his gaze sliding back to Blaine. Even in the bright light of the bathroom, Blaine still can't figure out the color of Kurt's eyes. One moment they look grey, the other they're a bright blue. They remind Blaine of the sea, the way they change color. It makes him feel good to see Kurt smile like that, after how miserable he looked at the shelter. Then he couldn't look away, but he feels like he could look at a smiling Kurt for the rest of his life.

He checks his watch again. About five minutes left. He gets up and hands Kurt a rubber duck. "Here, this is Henry. I think he likes you."

"Mr- Blaine.. This is a- a toy."

"Yes, it is. But it's not a crime to play with toys, no matter what age you are." Blaine replies playfully. "I'm going to get our dinner out of the oven and I'll bring it up here to eat, alright?"

Kurt nods, not completely focused, because he's watching the duck float on the bubbles with wide eyes. "He can swim." He breathes, more to himself than to Blaine, it seems.

Blaine laughs softly and pets Kurt's head. "I'll be right back, kitten."

He returns to the kitchen and takes the pizza out of the oven. After cutting it up in slices, he places them on a plate and takes it with him to the bathroom, where Kurt is mumbling to the duck. He sets down the plate on the lid of the laundry basket. The sound of Kurt's stomach growling fills the room. Blaine grins at the hungry look in Kurt's eyes, who is staring at the plate.

"What's that? It smells so, so good."

"It's a pizza."

"What? What flavor is that?"

Blaine frowns. "Er.. Pizza flavor?" He replies, confused.

"It's not dog food, is it?" Kurt asks softly.

"What? No, of course not. It's human food."

"Human food? I can eat human food?" There's a hint of disbelief in Kurt's voice, turning Blaine's heart cold. Kurt had been living off of animal food? How was that even possible?

"Yes. Yes, my kitten. You can have all the human food you want." He quickly assures Kurt, who is looking at him with wide eyes once again. His tail is wiggling slowly from one side to the other, like a cat's tail does when he's focusing on his prey, preparing to attack. Blaine watches Kurt curiously and then hands him a towel to dry his hands. As soon as Kurt is holding a piece of pizza, he suddenly looks less excited and more suspicious.

"It looks weird."

Blaine smiles and takes a slice for himself, taking a bite, chewing and swallowing, before smiling at Kurt. "See? You can eat it."

Kurt sniffs at the food and then takes a small, experimental bite. "Fish." He then says, his eyes widening. Blaine chuckles.

"Yes. For my kitten." He says gently. Kurt looks up and catches his eyes again.

"Blaine?"

"Yes?"

"Will- Will you.. get in too?"

Blaine blinks, not having expected the question. "Do you want that?"

"Yes.. I'd.. I'd like that. It's really nice, this bath." Kurt says shyly.

With a weak nod, Blaine gets up and pulls his shirt over his head. A small gasp comes from Kurt's lips.

"What's wrong?" He instantly asks, the shirt still in his hands.

"You- Your muscles." Kurt breathes, his voice almost sounding like adoration. Blaine blushes heavily.

"They're not that special." He mumbles, looking down as he continues with his black pants. He unbuttons and unzips them and lets them slide down. He steps out of the pants and lays them on top of Kurt's clothes. He'll put them in the laundry when the pizza is finished. Suddenly feeling highly self-conscious with his body, he keeps his fingers hooked underneath the elastic of his boxers for a moment, before he gathers up the courage to push them down. He quickly steps into the bath, letting his body disappear underneath the white, just like Kurt's.

After the short distraction of Blaine's body, Kurt has begun eating again, letting out soft groans of pleasure with every bite, making Blaine very, very glad his lower body is safely hidden underneath a thick layer of bubbles. Kurt eats about a quarter of the pizza, before he tells Blaine his stomach is starting to hurt. Apparently he's not used to getting a lot of food, because he's feeling full really quickly. So Blaine eats half of the pizza and leaves the remaining quarter, hoping that Kurt might feel hungry later again, so he can eat enough, instead if the tiny portion he has eaten now.

Kurt is purring again and has draped his thin arms over the side of the tub, lazily resting his head on them, his eyes closed, the content purr slowly growing softer. Blaine realises Kurt is falling asleep. A loving smile appears on his face. But Kurt's can't sleep in the bath and he isn't done washing him yet. So he makes Kurt's hair wet and rubs in some shampoo, the purring instantly getting louder again while he massages Kurt's scalp. As he rubs Kurt's ears, the purring turns into soft groaning. Blaine remembers noticing Kurt protecting his ears against the cold, concluding they're sensitive.

With fascination, he lets his fingers follow the contours of the triangle shaped ears. They feel soft and warm. Blaine still needs to get used to them – he isn't exactly surrounded by people with cat ears every day. But they suit Kurt really well and Blaine thinks they're one of the parts he loves most of Kurt's body. Wait, why was he inspecting Kurt's body?

His fingers keep trailing the ears, causing Kurt to mewl softly in response. Blaine realises his actions are getting dangerous, especially considering that Kurt still seems to think he needs to serve as a sex slave for Blaine. But it feels so natural to caress the boy like this.

Kurt opens his eyes and turns his head in Blaine's direction. His pupils are blown slightly and his cheeks are flushed. Blaine doesn't really know how to react on this image of Kurt – innocent but dirty in some insane way.

Kurt moves closer, apparently attempting to crawl onto his lap again, using the side of the tub for support. Blaine is frozen at the spot as he watching the boy getting closer, feels his legs tangle up with his own. The soft tail brushes against his thigh and he involuntarily lets out a moan in surprise. This seems to be all Kurt needed, because before Blaine can register what's happening, Kurt's soft, full lips are pressed against his own.