You’re very funny Kurt. I’ve always appreciated your wit, it’s oh so very charming. -B
It sounds easier than it truly is, but I’ll give it a shot. -Blaine
She’s already tried to put teddy grahams in the cart four times. I’m almost positive she wants them, Kurt. -Blaine
Oh hello, Eric.
Blaine was always an early bird. He couldn’t say the same for Kurt, but as for himself, he was always the one to awake at seven in the morning like a ray of sunshine to brighten the day right along with the sun. It wasn’t as glorious as it sounded, as it usually was, however, because it had been almost two weeks since they’d found out about Finn’s passing. It had taken quite the tole on the Hummel-Anderson household, and although Blaine had been completely supportive and comforting to Kurt during all his mourning, he figured it was about time he cheered up a little. He knew it would be difficult, Finn was his brother and he was an important person in Kurt’s life, and had been for the longest time. But, he deserved a little time to be happy, especially after nearly two weeks of sulking around, and Blaine didn’t like seeing Kurt so saddened all the time. Maybe forgetting about why he was upset for a little while would do him some good, at least Blaine thought so, which was why he was intent on making him smile at least once before the day was over with.
So when Blaine greeted the morning, he went straight for the puppy that was snuggled against Kurt’s leg, who was still sleeping soundly on his side of the bed. He scooped Mavis up into his arms, waking her with a yawn and a rather adorable stretch as he carried her through the house to the front yard. He set her down on her paws, watching her feet spread as if to brace herself to stand up. She just wasn’t awake enough to stand yet, because she plopped down into the grass right when Blaine let go of her. “Mavis, dear,” He tisk’ed with a chuckle, cradling her in his hands as he let her get some balance, before releasing her into the wild, pretty much. She pounced forward in the grass, hopping on a leaf as if it were her prey or something. He laughed and watched her play around in the yard for a few minutes before using the bathroom, which was the sole reason he’d taken her out there to begin with. Just as he went to grab the small puppy, she leaped forward into a spot that lacked the right amount of grass, causing her fur to darken with dirt. She panted happily up at him as Blaine took hold of her, keeping the filthy puppy at a distance as he took her inside. He supposed it was now time for her first bath.
Blaine treaded lightly through the bedroom, noticing Kurt was still asleep in a ball on their bed, he made sure not to make too much noise. He closed the door as quietly as he could, setting Mavis down in the sink that bowled in the center of the counter. It was large enough to fit the puppy, and for that he was glad. While at the pets store several weeks ago, Kurt had picked out a pina colada-scented puppy shampoo he favored for her, and that’s exactly what Blaine used. Lathering up a generous amount in his palms, Blaine ran warm water in the sink as he massaged the soap into her short fur, hearing Mavis growl at him as he did so. She didn’t seem to be a fan of baths already, and although she was being moderately tolerant when it came to standing still, she wasn’t against biting his hand as he scrubbed at her legs and paws. “Hey, you calm down.” Blaine commented with a laugh, tapping her nose playfully as he rinsed the soap off of her, making sure to get all of it with several repeats of the rinsing. After he was pleased, he turned off the water and lifted her from the sink to wrap her in a towel, shuffling it over her small body to dry her as well as he could. She took it as him playing with her, and fought back against the towel. He laughed at her and pet the top of her head before swapping to a dry towel (since that one was now soaked) and swaddled her as if she were a baby.
Once she was properly swaddled, Blaine cradled her in his arms as he exited the bathroom, crawling carefully onto his side of the bed. “Kurt, darling.” He said softly, nudging him on the shoulder in an effort to wake him. He leaned down as he saw Kurt start to move, kissing his forehead and swiping his hand down the side of his face. “Good morning,” Blaine whispered, offering him a comforting smile and not giving him time to think about anything else before he passed a very comfortable puppy wrapped in a towel to him. “I gave Mavis a bath, she got a bit rowdy outside. I figured you’d want to see her, and calm her down. She didn’t take too kindly to that, I don’t think she fancies me right now.” Just as Blaine said that, Mavis whimpered and nuzzled against Kurt’s chest, only her head visible from the bunch of towel she was engulfed in.
Blaine’s brow furrowed at how sad Kurt seemed, and he couldn’t help but want to comfort him. Whether or not he left for New York tonight, they’d still see each other again, and that was something he knew for a fact. He didn’t want Kurt to be upset, no matter the case, so his only priority was getting him happier.
“Darling, if you don’t want to go, then just..” Blaine paused, pursing his lips a little. “Stay for a little longer. When is your show? You can wait just a few more days, can’t you?” He asked, not really sure of what his answer would be.
Part of him didn’t want to ask Kurt to stay, only because he was sure that if Kurt could stay an extra few days, he would, so he assumed the countertenor really did have no choice in the matter. He realized that saying things like begging him to stay would do him no good, so despite how much he really wanted to, he refrained.
“Mavis will be taken care of, she’ll be the queen of the house.” Blaine said with a soft smile, scruffing his fingers under her chin as she panted happily looking up at them. “And you can talk to her on the phone every day, I’ll teach her to speak so she can reply and you won’t just hear her breathing.” He informed Kurt, hoping his light-hearted change of mood would alter his as well.
“You know I’ll spoil her, there’s no doubt about that.” He continued, looking down at Mavis before turning to look at Kurt once more. “I’m going to miss you. This house just isn’t the same when you aren’t here.” Blaine blurted out without so much as a second thought, half-smiling in his direction. “But we’ll be together again before you know it, I want none of this..” He swiped below Kurt’s eye, referring to the tears that were daring to flow out of them.
“There’s no replacing you either, that’s never going to happen. You haven’t a thing to be worried about.” He finished, pressing several kisses along his cheek and jawline, his hands snaking around the other’s waist to pull him closer.
Hey man, how’s it going? -B
Beautiful Mess by: Jason Mraz - Reminds me of Kurt.
The best memory I’ve had with Kurt? Wow, I honestly don’t believe I can pick just one. Let me attempt to narrow it down to a few.
Our firsts. I’m aware this is an entirely new list all in itself, but we were each other’s firsts for everything. First boyfriends, first kisses, the list goes on and on, and I still remember every first moment with Kurt, and they rightfully deserve to be the answer to this question because I couldn’t have asked for anything better, anyone better to share them with.
So this happened…let it never be forgotten.
That never happened, Kurt. It was a dream you told me about, a dream that you made up.
There are no spiders Kurt, remember you’re safe on the bed. Come sit with Mavis and I, just drop the shoe and come and play with Mavis Love. - B
I think you should talk to Kurt. - B
I’m going to need you to put the shoe down darling. -B
“I will always be Kurt’s bitch.” - Kurt Hummel.
Just follow along with these easy steps:
Told Mike I could dance..
What do Kurtsies dream of when they take a little Kurtsie snooze? Do they dream of mauling zebras?
Or Santana Lopez in her cat woman suit?
Well don’t you worry your pretty striped head,
We’re gonna get you back to Jesse and your cozy Kurtsie bed,
And then we’re gonna find our best friend Puck,
And then we’re gonna give him a best friend hug.
Puckkk, Puckkk, OH, Puckkk, Pucky, Pucky, Puck, Puck.
But if he’s been murdered by crystal-meth tweakers..
Well then we’re shit out of luck.