“Blaine, what have you got?” Rachel asks after Blaine scrambles inside, paws clicking on the kitchen floor. Kurt lifts his head just in time to see Blaine disappear behind the couch in the living room and reappear with a ball in his mouth, looking up happily at Rachel.
“Oh, that was it? Well, good boy, then, sweetie,” Rachel coos, patting Blaine on the head and walking upstairs. Blaine doesn’t follow her, which is unusual - now that he’s a little bigger he loves galloping up and down stairs.
“Blaine?” Kurt meows, getting up slowly and stretching. His mouth drops open for a yawn and his paws knead the carpet on reflex, but the sun has already disappeared from the spot he was lying in, so he might as well slink over to see whatever Blaine is doing behind the couch. “Hellooo—”
Kurt hisses when he sees it, the fur on his back sticking out defensively, because it’s tiny and it’s moving and usually that means it’s lunch, or at least in need of a good chase. But then Blaine trots over to Kurt, bumping his head against Kurt’s cheek and growling a little, low and warning.
“Be nice to our baby,” Blaine growls, and Kurt freezes, his ears perking up.
Summary: Blaine has a lot of toys, but his favorite toys are the ones he’s not allowed to play with.
For Andie <3
Takes place in the same ‘verse as my other puppykitty fics
Kurt wakes up from his nap in a sunbeam to a cold, wet nose snuffling at his belly, poking at him without consideration for how sensitive Kurt’s belly is, or how nice his nap was going.
“Blaine,” Kurt meows sleepy but stern, lifting his paws up to bat at Blaine’s head. Blaine jumps back and barks, panting happily, his tongue flopping out to the side in a stupid puppy way that makes Kurt feel both superior and fond. He yawns, mouth stretching wide and tail flicking, and Blaine hops around him, all boundless energy and waggy tail.
“You were napping forever,” Blaine whines sadly, getting close enough for Kurt to bump his cheek up under Blaine’s chin, nuzzling and rubbing his cheek over Blaine’s face. Blaine doesn’t mind, but he does get a little too excited and licks Kurt’s face before hopping back, his ears flat against his head like he’s waiting to see if Kurt hisses at him. Kurt just licks his paw and swipes over his face once, trying to take care of the dog drool.