Kurt wasn't the slightest bit embarrassed. Really, he wasn't. Not at all…Only maybe a little bit.
So after Pavarotti died, he may have decided he needed the animal companionship. So maybe he had bought a hamster. Or two. Or three. And two mice. And two gerbils. That wasn't a lot of rodents. Not at all. So of course he wasn't the slightest bit embarrassed. Except he totally was.
He had to finally admit it to himself. He had a full on, blown out, animal addiction. He barely even had room for them all, but there they were.
And Kurt had never EVER planned for anybody to realize how crazy it had gotten. But of course, with Blaine around all the time, it was bound to happen. He just hadn't really planned out how he would explain himself.
"Oh. My. God."
But it sounds like he better start planning now.
….And he totally wasn't embarrassed.
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I desperately wish to start writing again. It has been far too long. But I never seem to be able to keep up with multi-chaptered stories. So, one-shot land, here I come. And this may or may not be based off of my own animal addiction. I have three hamsters, two mice, two gerbils, two cats, and a fish. You be the judge.