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Kurt and Blaine were discussing the recent American Music Awards one afternoon, in the now, familiar coffee shop, when Blaine was distracted by something stuck to the front of Kurt’s jumper (perfectly fitted of course and paired with a rather fetching bowtie, Blaine might add).

“Is that a hair?”

Blaine interrupted Kurt, who was mid-rant about how stunning Taylor Swift looked on the red carpet, and pointed to the ginger hair in question.

“Damnit!” Kurt cursed, plucking the offending hair from his sweater, “I thought I’d got them all”.

“So you have pets I take it? Or have you had to take in another roommate to buy some Versace couture?” Blaine said with a wink.

“Please, I’d need an army of roommates for that. It is indeed a pet hair. Of the feline variety to be specific”.

“Oooh, a cat person, interesting”

Blaine had a cocky, almost challenging edge to his voice.

“Do I detect some canine allegiance?”

Kurt eyed Blaine suspiciously.

“Maybe” Blaine shrugged with a smirk “So how many cats do you own?”

“Two, I’m not sure how it happened. The apartment is small enough with two people, so how cats ended up in the mix as well is beyond me”. He sipped his coffee.

“Liar!”

“Excuse me?” Kurt raised his eyebrows with faux offense.

Blaine, who again had a cocky smirk on his face, explained.

“You know full know full well how you got those cats”.

“Oh yeah? Please enlighten me” Kurt drawled, playing along.

“Everyone knows cats choose their owners. They have superiority complexes” Blaine paused, a wicked smile creeping on his face “Only suckers fall for it though”.

“You definitely own a dog” Kurt stated, his eyes narrowed.

Blaine laughed “How could you tell?”

Kurt rolled his eyes before taking another sip of his coffee, but Blaine swore he saw a smirk on his face.

~

“So what are the kitties called? Please tell me you named the ginger one Geri”

Kurt knitted his eyebrows together, prompting Blaine for an explanation.

“Halliwell! You know, Ginger Spice! The Spice Girls!”

Blaine was almost out of his seat, a look of disbelief on his face.

“Calm down Blaine, I know who Ginger Spice is. But if I was going to name my cat after a Spice Girl it would be Victoria”

“Posh Spice? Really?”

“She’s my favourite. Plus she makes amazing clothes” Kurt shrugged as if it were the most obvious reason in the world.

“Suit yourself. So if your cats aren’t named after girl band members, what are they called? Don’t tell me” Blaine grinned triumphantly “They’re named after designers.”

“Wrong”

Blaine’s grin dropped.

“Although it may be hard to believe, I was more imaginative than that.”

“Well you’ve kept me waiting long enough. You should know I now have high expectations of your naming abilities”.

Kurt cleared his throat “Drum roll please”.

Blaine drummed his fingers quickly on the table.

“They are called...”

“...”

“Sachimo and Alfonso!”

Kurt was looking very pleased with himself. Blaine was silent.

“What?” Kurt said defensively “I like unique names! There are too many ‘Fluffy’s’ and ‘Mittens’ in the cat world”.

“Yeah but, Sachimo and Alfonso? Bit of a mouthful isn’t it? Don’t you get weird looks when you call them?”

“What you mean like the one you’re giving me now?” Kurt raised an eyebrow.

“I’m sorry” Blaine looked sincere “I actually really like the names, honestly. They’re different. Just like you”

There was a silence.

“That was a compliment I swear”

Blaine smiled, silently cursing himself for his sudden conversational ineptness. It seemed like whenever he was around Kurt, his usual charismatic self faltered.

~

“So are you going to tell me about your canine friend?” Kurt prompted.

“Oh yeah!” Blaine almost forgot he had mentioned it “He’s a Siberian Husky called Gibson!”

“And you thought I chose weird names” Kurt said flatly with a smirk on his face.

“Hey! He’s named after my favourite make of guitar! And seeing as I study music, it makes perfect sense!”

Blaine rose to Kurt’s bait before he realised he was only teasing. He hung his head and chuckled, feeling like even more of an idiot.

“And a Husky?” Kurt continued. “Bet he’s fun to have in an apartment; they’re no Chihuahua.”

“I live alone actually” Blaine stared down at his coffee “So there’s plenty of space. Plus he’s a real character. It’s just like having a roommate, but without having to fight for hot water”.

Blaine thought back to the many time’s he had gotten home to find Gibson sitting in the bathtub, so maybe if he had opposable thumbs, Gibson would be exactly like a roommate. The dog was weird. Blaine swore he thought he was human. Blaine’s thoughts were interrupted by Kurt asking:

“You live alone? In New York?”

“I went to Dalton remember. My parents love throwing cash at me.”

 There was a slight bitterness to Blaine’s voice and Kurt was quick to pick up on it.

“You don’t seem particularly thrilled with that arrangement” He said softly, obviously wary of the delicate subject.

“Don’t get me wrong. I’m grateful. I have an amazing apartment, in a nice area. I couldn’t want for anything. It’s just...”

Blaine sighed, looking dejected. He shook his head and smiled.

“That’s another story.”

Kurt was about to speak, looking concerned, but Blaine piped up again.

“So tell me more about Sachimo and Alfonso!”

It was Kurt’s turn to be curious about Blaine. The guy was usually so happy and energetic. But Kurt could tell Blaine had another side. Another story.