“Get out of my house! Leave Kurt alone!” Blaine barked at the man who just kissed his person goodnight. He pouted as Kurt shut the door gently, sighing with infatuation. 

“You were a good puppy tonight, Blaine,” Blaine couldn’t control himself as Kurt scratched behind his ears. “Yes you were! Yes you were!” Blaine yapped and bounced at Kurt’s feet, his ears flopping with his small body.

Kurt smiled and picked the small dog up. Moving to the couch, he plopped himself down in deep thought. Blaine got chills as Kurt ran his fingers through his curls. 

“I love you!” Blaine exclaimed while Kurt smiled and nuzzled him. 

“You silly puppy! Did you like Adam?” 

“NO!” Blaine nipped at Kurt’s shirt. 

“Get down, Blaine.” Kurt pushed the puppy from his lap and walked into his bedroom, shutting the door before Blaine trotted in after him. 

Blaine growled at the distance separating him from his person. 

If I was a person, I’d be the best boyfriend Kurt’s ever had. 

Blaine blinked his way to sleep, his tail thumping the floor as he dreamed of life as Kurt’s boyfriend. 

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The clock struck twelve and Blaine woke with a start, hitting his head on the table above him. I’m not that tall… Blaine’s eyes widened as he looked at his long fingers. He crawled out from under the table and pushed himself up onto two unsteady feet, never taking his eyes off the seamingly hairless skin of his new hand. 

“KURT!” Blaine covered his mouth when he realized how low his voice was. With a strange (but in this circumstance, incredibly normal) fascination, he felt over his face. His thick eyebrows, soft lips, and smooth cheeks were something only for Kurt’s kind. 

Very quickly he noticed he was naked. After living with Kurt for three years, he knew that humans didn’t walk around naked. Wrapping himself in one of the blankets from the couch, he knocked on the bedroom door.

“Uh, K-kurt. It’s me. Blaaine. Your, your dog. We need to talk.”

Kurt opened the door, rubbing one eye with the back of his hand. “Blaine, why the hell are you out there?”

“Kurt. What? You know me?” Blaine nearly dropped his blanket, but quickly regained composure. He noticed Kurt was naked as well, and could feel the heat racing to his cheeks as he forced himself to stay focused on Kurt’s eyes. 

“Shit,” Kurt cupped Blaine’s cheeks, “Blaine, it’s me Kurt, your boyfriend.”

Blaine felt hot tears roll down his face as pain hit him like a brick. Kurt guided him to the couch and let him slump down into his arms and sob. 

“You were in a car accident about a month ago. Shh, you are fine. This is just part of the process,” Blaine vocalized his cries as the memories flooded back. Memories of lights, sirens, and pain. “Blaine, your going to be okay. Please, just come back to bed.”

Blaine sighed as he was lead to the bedroom. He flopped onto the bed and Kurt wrapped his arms around him, lacing his fingers over his stomach and pressing his cheek to Blaine’s.

They fell asleep like that, Kurt holding Blaine so he couldn’t sleepwalk again.

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Kurt scratched the curls on Blaine’s butt as Blaine blinked himself awake. 

“You’re okay puppy, you fell off the couch last night and were crying you silly boy.” Kurt picked the dog up off his bed and carried him to the kitchen. Blaine rested his head on Kurt’s hands and knew he was forgetting something. Something important. 

After Kurt went away, Blaine was left with nothing but himself. He scanned the perimeter of the house, then seated himself  on the rug and chewed on an old bone. 

At noon Kurt flew in the door, waving his arms and speaking way to fast for Blaine to understand. He wagged his tail though, because Kurt might want to play with him. 

Any hope of play time was crushed when Rachel walked in after him. Smelling like overpriced flowers and with clothes that looked more gray than any of the other gray things Blaine saw, she took a chair and listened to Kurt vent. 

“That is the last time I am ever speaking to him,” Kurt finished, crossing his arms and leaning up against the counter. Rachel sighed before sucking in a breath that couldn’t possibly fit into her lungs. 

“Kurt this is the sixth guy in three years. I know you’re not over him yet, but maybe you should realize this yourself. He isn’t coming back. Blaine’s dead. You can’t keep doing this to yourself. For God’s sake Kurt, you named your fucking dog after him. This isn’t healthy. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I have a job, a life! I can’t keep making sure that you’re okay.” She closed her hands over her face, “I just don’t know what else I can do anymore.”

Blaine stood on his back legs and pawed Kurt’s pants. 

That’s all it took for Kurt to lose it. He was sobbing and Blaine couldn’t do anything but tilt his head and drop his tail. 

Blaine was let outside to explore while Rachel and Kurt finished up their one-sided conversation. Chasing birds and racing through the grass, he lost himself in the wonders of the backyard world. It may only be a small yard, but Blaine was a very small dog. 

A butterfly flew past him and he pounced and jumped at it, trying to catch the small trophy. Tripping, he found himself on his back staring into Kurt’s smile from above. He stood and shook of the feeling of dirt. Before bouncing after his person. 

I wish you didn’t cry, Blaine thought to himself. 

Kurt was gone again and he had the house to himself. He jumped on the couch and curled himself under the blankets for a nap. 

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“Blaine, honey, you’re going to have to get up at some point,” Kurt shook him awake. 

After receiving a gentle peck, Blaine ran his fingers through his bedhead, “How long was I asleep?” The pain in his head had subdued itself. He looked down and saw he was wearing a loose fitting t-shirt and sweat pants. He didn’t remember getting dressed. In fact, He didn’t remember moving to the couch either. 

Kurt was stirring something over the stove, “You were up when me and Rachel came home for lunch. You weren’t very talkative though.” He continued his usual speech on how Blaine needs to learn to get along with Rachel and that even though she’s annoying, she’s practically family. 

Blaine held up his hand to stop him before he went on for too long. A smile seeped across his face as he drug himself to Kurt’s side. Kurt, busy cooking and not paying attention, was pleasantly surprised by the row of kisses that were lining his collarbone. 

“You’re going to make me burn our dinner!” Kurt laughed, his smile lighting his face up. 

“We can order pizza,” and with that Blaine had successfully made Kurt face him. His kisses were hungry now, each taste of Kurt’s lips only making him want more. Their arms were around each other, Kurt’s hugged Blaine’s neck whilst Blaine’s hands felt over the small of his back. 

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Blaine was tugging and pulling before he realized that he had a rope in his mouth and was playing tug of war. He could have sworn he was just doing something else. Kurt had one hand on his cell phone and one hand on the other end of the rope. 

Blaine’s bottom was moving faster than seemingly possible and he clenched his jaw. Unfortunately for the unsuspecting dog, Kurt let go, telling the cell phone that he would get the box out when he was ready.  

Blaine laid on the floor and rested his head on his paws. Whenever Kurt talked about him, nothing good would come. 

With a labored breath, Kurt pulled a box out from the top shelve about the TV whilst holding the cell phone in between his ear and shoulder. 

The box was smaller than Blaine remembered it. It always was. It was tiny and wooden, and had words carved all over it. Kurt never opened the box because it made him very sad. Blaine didn’t know whose it was or what was in it, but he knew that it had been a part of the house as long as he had. 

Kurt hung up quietly, without a goodbye. He looked down at the box, and then at his dog. With a swoop of his hand, Blaine was up on the table. Blaine wasted no time smelling the box and moving it around with his nose. 

Kurt smiled wearily. “He bought that the same day he bought you. You both were going to be the surprises that changed my life.” Messing up his hair, he pushed and yanked at it with his nervous hands. “Not today, Blaine. I’m sorry.”

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Blaine opened his eyes and saw the same box he was smelling a second ago, only this time it was in his fingers. He was immensely confused now. 

“Wait, what’s this?”  The box’s words were carved in Blaine’s own cursive. 

“Well,” a deep sigh, “I suppose you should hear the whole story.”

“You had left the house to pick up a couple things for dinner. I guess you were gone for about an hour and a half when I got the phone call from your parents. They said you were in an accident and were taken to the hospital downtown. When I got there, you were in a coma with severe brain damage and a couple broken ribs. They didn’t know how much memory you would have after you woke up. I guess, the thing they didn’t tell me that day, was that, well,” Kurt paused briefly and moved over to sit next to Blaine, his hands covering Blaine’s.

“Earlier that night you had picked up a puppy for us at the shelter.” At Blaine’s immediate look of terror, Kurt rushed on, “You did everything right though. It wasn’t your fault. You strapped the carrier down in the backseat and the dog should have survived.”

Blaine was sweating now, his hands tensing on the box below him, “I should have died.”

Kurt pulled his hands to his face and kissed them, “No, you shouldn’t have. Don’t you dare talk that that to me, Blaine Devon Anderson. What the hell would I do without you?”

Blaine could feel himself tearing up so he looked away from Kurt. He noticed that the words on the box were actually lyrics, etched into the wood so delicately, the love put into the carving radiated off of it. 

Promise me

you’ll always be

happy by my side.

And I’ll promise to

sing to you,

when all the music dies…

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Blaine blinked and he was on the ground, a puppy again. But this time, he knew. He was supposed to be dead. Blaine Anderson was alive. 

“Kurt!” he barked to no avail at the shut door of his person’s bedroom. “Kurt, the real Blaine is alive!”

The excited pup was silenced by a moan and a soft laugh from inside the room. The world turned dark around him and he felt his heart crash through the floor. 

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He was sitting up in bed, a cold sweat drenching his forehead. He looked to his right and Kurt was curled up, like always, fast asleep. Standing up much too quickly, he fought to keep his balance as he pushed on into the kitchen. With a heavy heart, he opened the box. 

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He was on the floor again and Kurt was scolding him for not being asleep. Blaine yapped at him, trying to get him to understand that this wasn’t real. In frustration, he raced past Kurt and his eye caught on the tall boy sitting in Kurt’s bed. 

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Blaine was examining the silver band. The inside was neatly engraved with the words, “Marry me, today and everyday.” The memories came flooding back. Along with the joy of picking out the first member of their family, planning to propose and start his life, came the crushing pain of knowing that he was dead. That the puppy survived and this wasn’t real. 

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Blaine didn’t know what he was doing, he just knew that he felt like ripping that man’s face off. So he tried to. He attacked the man with the care-freeness of someone who knows they will have no consciences. After all, puppy Blaine was dead. This wasn’t real.

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When Blaine opened his eyes. Kurt was crying. He touched his own face and realized that he’d been crying too. He stood and walked to the kitchen counter.

“None of this is real.”

“Blaine, shut up. Just SHUT UP GODDAMNIT!” 

“Kurt, it’s fine. This is all in your imagination.”

“Blaine stop it. Look at me. I’m real, this is real. These dreams you’ve been having are only dreams. They aren’t real. I promis- BLAINE!”

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Blaine was in a carrier and he felt like he had been shot with a thousand bullets. He heard a muffled voice saying that he was dangerous and that sometimes shelter dogs could be unpredictable and that if Kurt wanted to be with him while they did it, he could. 

Before he could hear Kurt’s sweet voice respond, he had drifted off again. 

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Blaine had fallen, the kitchen knife still in his stomach. He heard Kurt screaming his name and dialing on the phone, but he just held up his hand. When he saw it, Kurt dropped to the floor and sobbed, “It’s going to be fine, the ambulance are on their way.”

Blaine smiled at his beautiful boyfriend, “It’s okay. It’s all in your head. None of this is real.”

Kurt could barely breath as he choked on the sorrow he was feeling. Blaine looked at him. Kurt sobbed harder as he pressed his face against Blaine and cried I love you’s into him. 

When Blaine whispered “I love you too,” Kurt kissed him hard and strong, knowing it could very well be their last. 

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Blaine woke on a silver table. He had tubes in him and could barely keep his eyes opened. He heard Kurt’s voice and his tail thumped. He knew it was his person that was petting him as the world grew darker around him. He felt numbness wash over his small, youthful body as Kurt ran his fingers through his curls and mumbled goodbye. 

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Blaine was staring into the faces of strangers yelling about blood loss. He relaxed and accepted the emptiness that rose from within him. He squeezed what he knew was Kurt’s hand as he slipped away, knowing that none of this was real.