Kurt had immediately informed him that they were going to spend most of the weekend shopping for new outfits, while Carole told him not to worry about the essentials, like underwear and socks, because she would buy them for him herself as she did with Finn (who was very reluctant to admit it). Blaine really did need some clothing of his own, but he knew Kurt was also using the shopping as an excuse to distract him from the news that the Warblers had lost Regionals to the New Directions, which he was a little upset about, though he politely congratulated Finn on progressing through to the finals. As he waited for Kurt to come downstairs, Blaine finished tying up his shoelaces on the sofa in the living room and rested his feet on the coffee table, as he'd seen the two boys in the house do occasionally.

Finding himself suddenly at a larger size took some time getting used to. For one, he didn't have to strain his neck as much to look up at people. He could actually use the furniture as it was meant to be used, and he didn't need to bother with climbing up on it like he had to previously. He used his own two legs to get around and it took him no time at all to go from Kurt's bedroom to the bathroom and then downstairs to the kitchen. Burt and Carole had set up a makeshift bed for him complete with a single mattress in Kurt's bedroom, but he had barely used it for sleep, as he and Kurt had spent most of the first night of his transformation talking well into the early hours of the morning.

One of the things that Blaine missed about his smaller size was being carried around in people's palms, especially Kurt's, as his were soft from all the moisturizer and hand lotion he used. Blaine accidently let this slip to Kurt half an hour ago while they were getting dressed. He felt a bit embarrassed afterwards, but Kurt just laughed and hugged him before telling him he thought it was adorable. When Blaine asked if he could hold hands with him instead, Kurt had become misty-eyed and he told Blaine that he could take his hand at any time, and he didn't need his permission to do so.

Another thing Blaine missed was his collection of bow ties. They looked tiny when he placed them on his fingertip and he needed the aid of a magnifying glass to see the intricate colors and patterns on the fabric. He wondered if the Warblers didn't mind him asking around for him, because he knew their uncles and grandfathers would own some hard-to-find pieces that they rarely used.

But overall, he was very pleased with the turn of events. Never did he think that he would return back to a normal size after losing hope so long ago. Now he could do things that he thought he could never do again. He could eat like everyone else. He could read large-print books and sleep in big beds like everyone else. He could make his own chocolate chip cookies. He could hug someone back.

As he thought through his mental list of clothing he needed to buy, he remembered that it would be his first time out for a long time in a public place where he didn't have to hide from strangers. While the idea was liberating, he also had to admit that he felt a little nervous. He couldn't remember the last time he visited the mall. But then he remembered that he could hold Kurt's hand without having to ask him, and his apprehension disappeared into thin air.

As Blaine was deep in his musings, he didn't notice that Sebastian had entered the living room and had sat down on the carpet in front of the sofa. After a while, Blaine glanced down and was surprised to see Sebastian staring up at him, like he had been for some time. His eyes were flicking from Blaine's lap up to his face and back again, silently asking for permission for something that Blaine knew all too well about.

'Fine,' he sighed, uncrossing his arms and placing them on the sofa. 'But only until Kurt comes downstairs.'

Sebastian leapt up to the sofa gleefully and moved around in Blaine's lap until he found a position comfortable enough to settle into. Blaine raised his hand and placed it over Sebastian's head, moving it across his back and smoothing down his fur in the process. It was quiet apart from the soft noise that the movement of Blaine's palm over Sebastian's back caused and the occasional contented purr. All was well until the cat decided to open his mouth.

'So, Blaine,' Sebastian said, his tone lascivious. 'What is it like to screw one of your stepbrothers? I'm curious; surely that would imply…hey no, wait, Blaine…' Sebastian looked up at him with panicked eyes as Blaine placed him down on the carpet. 'Come on, I didn't mean anything bad by it,' he pleaded, as Blaine folded his arms and frowned at him. 'Blaine..?'

'Kurt and I are not stepbrothers,' Blaine said. 'Well, not really. I mean, Burt and Carole had talked about adopting me a few months ago but they said they would wait it out because they didn't want to pry me away from Dalton, where I was getting a good education and support because of my size.' He felt his cheeks growing hotter as he addressed the other part of Sebastian's comment. 'And we are not doing…that. It would be widely inappropriate and we haven't even kissed yet, so-'

'Why not?'

'Well…it doesn't feel like the right time, or place…'

'Is it even necessary?'

'What is?'

'Kissing,' Sebastian said, his tail swishing restlessly around him. 'Or is a prelude to more…unwholesome activities?'

'No,' Blaine said, wondering how he got into such a conversation with the cat in the first place. 'I mean it could be, but it doesn't have to be. It all depends on the moment being right. But for now, we have other things to focus on. Kurt is returning to McKinley next Friday, and I'll be at Dalton before then. I have a lot of things to prepare for before I start attending classes again.'

'That's great, but help me out here,' Sebastian said, staring intently at Blaine's lap.

'Shopping is going to take up most of my time this weekend, but that's okay, because I don't return until Tuesday,' Blaine continued, ignoring Sebastian's plea. 'Kurt promised to show me how to bake some chocolate chip cookies, real ones and not with sultanas this time, so we might need to get more ingredients for that. And then there's-'

'I'm going to have to start begging, and it's not going to be pretty,' Sebastian muttered, his claws digging into the rug.

'-gifts that I want to get the family, and Mrs Frederick for helping out with our tutoring, since she won't be coming over anymore, and…'

'Blaine…'

'-maybe the Warblers will appreciate something too, like a thank-you gift, if I get time to look around-'

'Blaine-'

'-and maybe-'

'Blaaaaaiiiiiinnnnee,' Sebastian whined, pawing at Blaine's jeans frantically.

'All right, I hear you!' Blaine sighed, picking up Sebastian quickly and placing him back in his lap before he had a chance to rip Kurt's jeans to shreds. Sebastian stretched out over him and raised his head in anticipation. 'Satisfied?'

'Very,' Sebastian said with a smirk as Blaine resumed his petting. 'Just a little lower – ah! Right there.'

Blaine held back his laughter as he moved his hand to the desired spot. 'I'd say you were very bossy, but then how else are you going to get your way?'

'True.' He heard Sebastian sigh and felt him sink further into his lap. 'It will be less fun without you around, Sugarpuss.'

Blaine smiled at the familiar nickname and thought for a moment. 'Maybe an apology might convince me to bring you to Dalton to meet my fellow orphans. They rarely see domestic pets at Dalton like your kind so they would appreciate having the opportunity to pet your lovely fur, Sebastian.'

Sebastian was quiet for a moment. 'I'm sorry,' he said, after a long pause.

Blaine's chest rumbled with laughter. 'No you're not, pussycat.'

Sebastian chuckled. 'No, I most certainly am not. What can I say? I'm a cat without regrets.'