"Is that a..." His voice trailed off as he walked back to the front door, heading outside.

He walked over to the bush, picking up the small puppy and carrying him inside.

"Hm, you don't have a collar, you better stay with me. I don't want you sleeping outside." Burt said as he put the puppy down.

"You stay here with Kurt, I'm sure you two will get along... I'm going to make a quick trip to the store to get you some things. I should probably think of a name for you." Burt thought a moment, rubbing the back of his head. "What do you think of Blaine?"

The puppy barked happily and ran around in circles, Burt couldn't help but chuckle to himself. "Blaine it is. I'll be right back, Kurt... keep an eye on Blaine, make sure he doesn't chew anything up." he said before leaving.

"Did you hear that, Kurt? I have a name!"

"I heard, and I guess you're going to be living with us."

"You mean I get to be inside here with you all the time?"

"Yeah."

"Yay! This is the best day ever!" The newly named puppy raced into the next room, only gone a moment before running back to Kurt, nearly crashing into him as he skid across the floor in his attempt to stop.

"Come on, Kurt!"

"Where are we going?"

"Show me around!"

"Okay, I suppose that's a good idea. If you're going to be living here, you're going to need to know where everything is."

Blaine raced into the next room, Kurt following at his own pace, pointing out each room.

"What's this big place?"

"The kitchen, this is where the food is."

"Food? Do we get to each now?"

"No, you have to wait for my owner to get back with your food."

"Our owner."

"Oh... I suppose he is." Kurt hadn't really thought about that. He hoped sharing wasn't going to be a problem.

In the split second he became lost in thought, Blaine was chewing something up.

"Stop! You're not suppose to do that!"

"Why not?"

"Because, it's a rule! Why are you chewing anyway?"

"I have tingly teeth... whenever I get tingly teeth, I have to chew and bite things."

"Well, you're not allowed to do that anymore if you want to live in this house."

"Then what should I do?"

"Nothing, you're stuck with tingly teeth."

Burt finally returned, walking into the kitchen.

"There you guys are. Looks like I beat the rain here. Now, Blaine, it's bath time."

Blaine looked back at Kurt as Burt pulled shampoo bottles from the pet store shopping bags.

"What's bath time?"

"You're about to find out."

Burt picked up Blaine, putting him in the sink. Kurt hopped up on the counter, wanting to watch. This should be interesting, Blaine's first bath.

It was, to say the least... interesting, for lack of a better word. Every time Burt moved, Blaine would hop to the other side of the sink, splashing water everywhere. It was funny, until Kurt got wet. He hissed and hopped off the counter, shooting Blaine a glare before he left.

Burt dried Blaine as best he could with a towel, but drying him off ended up being even harder than the bath itself. Burt had trouble finding his wife's old hair dryer to begin with, and when he finally managed to find it, Blaine took off the second he turned it on.

He raced under the kitchen table, hiding behind Kurt.

"I hope you're proud of yourself, you got me wet... you're still wet, why are you here?"

"I had to hide from the monster!"

"What monster?"

"The loud monster that makes the scary sounds!"

"There is no monster, Blaine."

"Yes there is, it was blowing on me!"

"It's probably just what my owner was using to dry you off." Still couldn't get use to our owner.

"What if it eats me?"

"It's not going to eat you, Blaine, just go back and dry off."

"I can dry myself, see!" Blaine shook, water drops flying everywhere.

"Ugh, quit it!" Kurt sighed. "If you behave, you might get a treat."

"Treat?"

"Yeah, don't you want a treat?"

"Yes."

"Then go!"

"Are you sure it's safe?"

"I promise, nothing bad is going to happen."

"Okay..." Blaine slowly made his way out from under the table, his tail between his legs.

Kurt was right, it wasn't as bad as he thought, but the sound still managed to scare him, and when he was finally dry, Burt did give him a dog treat.

As he was eating it, Burt set up his water dish and food bowl next to Kurt's, Blaine racing over to it and stuffing his face instantly.

Kurt walked over and smiled. "You were right, Kurt! Look at all the treats I got!"

"Wow, your own dishes."

"This is the best house ever!" He said, shoving his entire face in the water dish so he practically drowned in it as he drank, Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Hey Blaine, I got something else for you."

Blaine raced back over to Burt, his tail wagging.

"Here are some toys for you to play with." He said, squeaking one as he put them on the floor.

Blaine hesitated and sat down, staring at them.

"What are you doing?" Kurt asked.

"I don't know what to do with this stuff."

"The toys?"

"Yeah."

"Play with them."

"How?"

"How do you want to play with them?"

"I want to chew on them."

"So do it."

"You said I wasn't allowed to chew."

"Not on my owners things, but these toys are yours, you can do whatever you want with them."

Blaine's ears perked up and his head tilted a bit. "Really?" He asked, wagging his tail.

"Yeah."

"Wow, I've never had toys of my own before!" He said, pouncing on one and chewing on it.

"Oh, and Blaine, I got you something else." Burt said, putting the red and navy blue collar around Blaine's neck.

"Wow, another treat! You were right about the monster Kurt, it was worth all these treats!"

"That's not a treat, that's a collar."

"What's it for?"

"Well, it has your name on it, and our address and phone number, that way if you ever get lost, Burt will be able to find you again."

"Wow, that's so cool!"

"Yeah... it is kind of cool." Kurt said, looking down at his own collar. Well, if Burt had gone to the trouble of getting Blaine a collar, it had to be official... Blaine was a member of the family... hopefully Blaine didn't distract Burt too much... he liked Blaine, but he would be disappointed if the pup had all of Burt's attention.