“DAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!!!” Blaine covered his ears as his twelve year old brother started screaming. “Daddy! Momma!! Hey!” he looked up at his brother's yelp, seeing a blue-gray blur falling from his arms. He barely saw the form of a small four legged animal before it bolted past him and under the couch.

“Coop, what's that?” he asked.

“she's mine, go away!” his elder brother snapped.

“who's yours?” both boys looked up to see their mother standing over them.

“the kitty!” Cooper declared. He dove onto all fours by the couch, grabbing under it for the animal.

When their father entered the room, the two adults started talking quietly while Blaine joined his elder brother in the search for the feline. He put his hand out palm up, like he was offering his hand to the cat.

“hi. I'm Blaine.” he said innocently. He gasped when a big white paw landed on his fingertips. He slowly pulled the digits away, the paws following until the tiny cat peeked out from underneath the couch. Cooper started shrieking again while the cat trotted up into Blaine’s lap. It clawed at his chest for a few moments, getting comfortable before lying down and purring. “she likes me!” Blaine giggled, patting her gently on the head. “can we keep her?” he looked hopefully at his parents, both of them pulling their 'pretty-please-say-yes-because-we're-so-adorable' faces.

Their mother crumbled almost instantly, she loved animals. Soon six pouty eyes were staring down Paul Anderson, until he sighed.

“I’ll take her to get her shots tomorrow.”

“Yaaay!!!”

~five years later~

“Hey Princess.” Blaine chuckled at the cat winding it's way around his legs, dropping his school bag and holding out his hands. The fluffy cat leaped into the fifteen year old's arms, confident that she would be caught and cuddled as usual.

“Blaine, is that you?”

“Yeah Coop.” Blaine answered as he carried the family pet into the living room.

“I still don't get how she likes you better than me.” The eighteen year old groaned as Blaine sat next to him, their cat climbing up his chest to the back of the couch, batting playfully at his hair until it came loose from the gel. Blaine laughed and batted back at him.

“I still can't believe you named her Princess.”

“That's Princess Purrington the Third.” Cooper corrected with a grin. “And I was what, twelve? Anyway, mom and dad are going out tomorrow, and I'm at a friends, so you'll be alone for your birthday.”

“oh.” Blaine's face fell. He shook it off quickly. “yeah, I’m good. I'll just watch some movies with Princess.”

“Mrrrrow!” the cat agreed loudly. Blaine laughed and let Princess wrapper herself around his neck before standing up and heading to the kitchen. Oddly enough this was Princess's favorite form of transportation, other than sitting on his head when he walked. That one made her dig her claws into Blaine's head.

He made himself a bacon cheeseburger, surreptitiously feeding little bits of bacon to Princess as he did. Princess loved 'people food'. He took his food to his room, letting Princess jump down and make herself comfortable before flopping down and taking a bite out of his burger.

“It's just you and me now.” he sighed. She mewed comfortingly and curled into his neck. He smiled and petted her rhythmically until he fell asleep.