He’d seen these creatures before around the neighborhood, and heard rumors about pesky large dogs always chasing away all the other kittens. Kurt has never seen one personally, but he wasn’t inclined to have to.

The puppy climbs down from Burt’s cupped hands and onto the linoleum floor. A graceful entrance is out of the question when Blaine suddenly slips and lands with a plop on his tummy. His whimpers fill the room as he struggles to maintain stability on the cursed, annoyance of a floor. Blaine finally manages to stand on all for legs and leisurely walk away from the kitchen area.

During this little show, Kurt is watching the odd creature with a tilted head and a plethora of questions. He pads his way to the puppy, who is currently staring at the kitchen he barely escaped with lowered ears and a glance Kurt can only label as “Death Glare”. Kurt reaches the dog and gently licks the side of his face. Knocked out of his one-sided fight with the smooth, white floor of the kitchen, Blaine swiftly turns his head to the sudden presence near his face and collides with Kurt’s nose.

“I’ve never seen something so accident prone,” meows Kurt while patting his nose until the throbbing goes away. “I’m quite the adventurer, but I try to be careful with the really weird stuff around this place.”

“Sorry,” yips Blaine, a touch of guilt behind it. “This is all so new and I’m not sure why the ground was so slippery. It wasn’t so big where I used to live with the other dogs. This pen is huge,” he says, eyeing the rest of the house.

“Pen?” says Kurt, “You mean house, right?”

“I don’t understand,” uttered Blaine.

This is one weird little ball of fur thinks Kurt to himself while visibly tilting his head to the side as he looks at Blaine completely for the first time.

“Fluffy-“

“It’s Blaine,” interjects Blaine shyly.

“-you’ve got a lot to learn,” finishes Kurt with no recognition of Blaine’s correction.

Burt takes the collective sets of meowing and yips he’s heard in the past hour as the sign of a beautiful, flourishing friendship.

“This is the bathroom,” says Kurt as he points to the white door that’s partially open with his long, elegant tail. “Try not to go in there when Burt is using that huge water thing or else you won’t see a thing with all the clouds.”

It took Blaine time to get used to Kurt’s weird stories. Kurt told him stories about stuff like the seven foot tall tree in the house where Burt kept these things called books “that had pretty pictures in them but Burt never likes when I knock them down,” and time machines that weren’t really time machines but something called a sink where water came from and they don’t really make you look wrinkly a lot more quicker than normal. Blaine learned that Kurt liked to talk.

Blaine has also learned that the swing of Kurt’s long, silky tail can be mesmerizing and sometimes very dizzying when they’re walking up the tall stairs.

Stairs are tricky for Blaine. His small, stocky puppy legs aren’t long enough yet to climb up the stairs like Kurt does. Kurt’s kitten legs aren’t extremely longer than Blaine’s, but they are leaner and longer. On their way up the stairs, Blaine had to pace himself to get up to the top, as Kurt watched with a tilted head from the top step. Front legs, back legs, front legs, back legs repeated Blaine in his thoughts up until he finally jumped up to where Kurt was perched.

“I guess you can put that on your ‘must practice’ list,” said Kurt with a glimmer in his eye and a smile on his face.

“You mean I have to do that again?” wheezed Blaine as he tried to catch his breathe. Kurt let out an affirmative huff.

Kurt looked at Blaine as if pondering about something about the pup.

Blaine raised his rounded ears and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” responded Kurt.

Kurt’s kind of weird thought Blaine

The next room was the bedroom. Blaine literally could not believe his eyes. He didn’t know much about the closet, or the hangers, inside them, but he could appreciate the comfort and extravagance of a fluffy carpet. Blaine bolted inside the room as soon as he recognized the material he grew to love.

In the pet shop Blaine ended up in he had his own pen.  The only thing he remembers is that the place he was born in couldn’t afford to have so many of the new puppies his momma had, which is why he couldn’t stay with his siblings.

He’d always thought he overheard the humans say that he didn’t get along with the puppies and dogs that were around him, who all happened to be mean girls. They’d always push him around because they were bigger or because he never liked to play with them. So, they gave him his own little area, which was bigger than any of the others, that was supplied with a comfy bed and a little rug that said ‘Home’. Blaine was always confused about what the word on the rug meant until got to Burt’s pen that the proper term was not pen, but house. This was his house now. This was his home.

Kurt is watching Blaine with adoring eyes because finally, I think Burt will understand that his room is the best, fluffiest place to sleep. Burt doesn’t let Kurt sleep or roll around in his room because Kurt gets his little hairs everywhere. He’s never allowed in there, but he’s able to sneak into the room every once in a while without a trace.

Blaine is on his back with his paws in the hair as he wiggles around on the floor.

“Can I sleep here?” says Blaine excitedly.

“I wish I could even set foot in here, but no, Burt doesn’t like it when I get hair everywhere. Even though I try to convince him that I am not losing my hair as a kitten, but I think there’s a language barrier,” says Kurt with a grin on his face.

“But this is my favorite room, Kurrttt. I had a little rug in front of my bed when I was still with the other dogs,” whines Blaine as he turns towards Kurt, but stays lying down on his side. Kurt has walked inside the room, what the hell, Burt won’t mind, and lays down where Blaine can see him.

“It’s mine, too. It’s where the big shelves of books are,” says Kurt. When Blaine looks at him curiously Kurt gestures towards the bookcase. Blaine turns his head slightly up to see and realizes that it’s the tree of books that Kurt got stranded on that one time in his stories.

This is nice, thinks Kurt. I could get used to this fluffy puppy.

“Hey, Kurt?” says Blaine questioningly, while taking advantage of his nose’s proximity to Kurt’s left paw by nuzzling and the fur, and whimpering in the process because he had to stretch his neck a little more than he estimated.

Kurt purrs at the calming sensation of Blaine nuzzling his paw and lets out a soft “Hm?” to answer Blaine.

“Why are you wearing that colorful cloth around your neck?” Blaine asks.

Kurt shuffles back a little and lies down with his head on his front legs, which leaves Blaine’s nose on the side of Kurt’s face. Blaine nuzzles right below Kurt’s small, pointy ears and above the said cloth in question.

“It’s a bowtie. Burt had one lying around a few months back and I liked it so much that he tied it around my neck because that’s what he said they were for. The colors of the ones I’ve found, and he’s bought me from outside, are so magical, so I’ve kept wearing them. And I like how they make me look,” says Kurt with the hints of a smile on his face.

“Oh,” says Blaine, amazed.

“I’ll get Burt to tie one for you. Yeah?” asks Kurt, turning his face slightly towards Blaine’s face so that their noses are touching.

“Yeah,” says Blaine, closing his eyes and nuzzling Kurt’s nose with a smile.