Kurt, his Blaine and 'Cerberus'

by LivAndLetDie

Chapter 1

Kurt saw moving truck arriving early in the morning. Finally someone had bought the old Mrs. Yakovic house. It only took 8 months.

The house next to Kurt's own small, two bedroom abode had been empty for 8 months now. It might have something to do with the fact, that house's previous owner, Mrs. Yakovic, died in it and her body wasn't discovered for two weeks. She was an old lady, 84 years old to be exact, she had no family and everyone, who even dared to talk to her, got yelled at. Kurt always thought that she just didn't like society in general. He didn't really know his old neighbor very well, but the fact that someone he knew died and no one knew that for two weeks, made him realize, that he never wanted to end his life that way.

Suddenly, the fact, that he was 26 years old and still single seemed more daunting.

The small suburban town, where he lived, was a perfect place for older people or for families; it wasn't exactly known for being a young gay men hot spot. He still sometimes wondered himself, how he had ended up here. When he was a teenager, he always thought, that he will ditch small town Lima for something bigger and better as soon as possible. It turned out, that you can take a small town boy out of it, but you can't take the small town out of a boy. After couple years in New York, he wished for a suburban lifestyle, a house of his own seemed like a paradise. Although he mostly worked at home, he still drove to New York at least 3 times a week, but by now, he did not want to ever live there again.

Still, although his new community consisted of much more accepting people, he sometimes felt lonely.

For months now, he saw potential buyers arriving and leaving just as fast. Location wasn't the problem; who didn't want a house in a suburb just a hour or so away from New York? The house itself was the problem.

Mrs. Yakovic, being old and alone, didn't really keep the house in best condition. She had troubles with just walking and breathing. The garden behind the house was specious, but overgrown with weeds. From what he saw through windows and that one time, when Kurt foolishly tried to introduce himself to his neighbor, when he just moved in, only to nearly get his hand slammed between Mrs. Yakovic's doors, the house itself wasn't in a much better shape. The wallpaper was peeling off and wooden floors had definitely seen better days. Outside of the house was even in worst state; the roof needed to be patched, there was a crack or two in the walls and during these last months, some teenage hooligans had spray painted obscene words and badly drawn gratifies on it.

Only someone completely crazy would buy a house like that, Kurt thought.

Well, it seemed that there was a plenty of mad people in this side of world, because someone had just bought it.

It's not like he was snooping; he was just starting his day with a cup of coffee and was drinking it while standing by the window. He just so happened to be drinking that cup of coffee for last two hours. The truck arrived at 8AM. From what he could see, his new neighbor's furniture was definitely an improvement from Mrs. Yakovic's cat shapped throw pillows. He spotted a couch he wouldn't mind to have in his own living room. If he had to take a guess, someone his age was moving in. Maybe it was a new family? The furniture was too modern for it to be another elderly couple, spending their last years in peace and quiet. But there wasn't a crib or small beds, so definitely someone without children.

Kurt's phone rang.

"Hello?" Kurt answered.

"I can't believe this! Someone actually sold that house. I bet it was Madeleine, that house deal stealing whore!" A voice half shouted, half yelled on the other side without so much as an introduction. That was okay, because Kurt would recognize his friend's, who lived across the street - Quinn's - voice anyways.

"You didn't sell it?" Kurt asked, surprised. If there was someone, who could sell that peace of crap house, it had to be Quinn. No one could sell an American dream of a white picket fence house in a suburb better than she; even if the said fence was grey instead of white and missing few planks.

"Please, don't you think I would have told you, if I had known about our new neighbors? I can already imagine Madeleine boasting. She will be yapping for hours about how she has managed to do the impossible. That bitch-oh, I love that lamp!"

"The red one? Yes, it probably looks great together with that wood desk and office chair in red fabric." I answered.

"And those book shelves."

"What bookshelves?" Kurt asked.

"Oh, they're still outside. You probably can't see them from your house; the truck is in front of them. But they match the desk."

"Do you know anything about our new neighbor?"

"No, but judging by the furniture, I'd say a couple of newlyweds."

"But why would they buy a house like that?" Kurt asked. Indeed, why would anyone buy something like that? The house itself was really cheap, but it needed a lot of work, that will probably cost more than the house.

"Who knows? If they are newlyweds, maybe they just like to remove old wallpaper in between rounds of sex." Quinn guessed.

"Well that's one weird kink, but whatever does it for them. As long as they keep their constructor workers role playing to indoor works, I'm fine with that." We both laughed.

"Ok, I got to get ready for work," Quinn said after our laughter died down. "Do you think it would be terribly unprofessional, if I had a bit of drink beforehand? If I have to listen to Madeleine bragging, I need to be intoxicated."

"Nah, I, honestly, have always thought that she herself starts mornings with either a bit of Jim or Jack."

"In that case I won't – I will not lower myself to her level. Talk to you later? And call me, if neighbors arrive."

"Of course, luv," Kurt said and hanged up.

Kurt was definitely not snooping.

After two more hours, still standing in his kitchen, he was willing to admit, that he was a little bit curious.

But his patients finally paid off, because around noon someone finally arrived. And that someone turned out to be definitely worth waiting for. When Kurt first saw the dark blue Audi A3 TDI, he was ready for a happy lovely-dovey couple step out of it. Instead a man around Kurt's own age opened the cars doors. He brought something else from the car, but Kurt's vision was obscured by the fence. His new neighbor briefly talked with the movers, shook their hands and then walked to his new house.

Kurt won't lie – this guy was definitely an improvement from Mrs. Yakovic, although the bar was set really low. First of all, he already talked with someone and even made a contact with them, by shaking their hands. Secondly, even from this far away, Kurt could see that he wasn't exactly unpleasant to look at. Not at all! He was dressed in nice, simple but still fashionable clothes, and he had nice features. Thirdly, he was a man. A man Kurt's age.

Granted, he of course could be just waiting for his girlfriend or wife to arrive in equally sensible car, but, still, there was someone else around Kurt's age! That alone was exciting.

Kurt reached for his iphone and rung someone, with whom he could share his excitement.

"Quinn! He's here. A guy who looks around our age just arrived in a Audi A3 TDI. He's alone."

"Definitely gay."She answered instantly.

"Oh, please! You haven't even seen him yet."

"He moves to suburb alone, is a bachelor that actually owns matching furniture and drives Audi A3 – I need no more proof," Quinn said confidently."That and I talked to Madeleine. She told me that he was a writer, moving here for' inspiration' and he's recently single."

"Do you think I should go introduce myself?" Kurt asked.

"Babe, you aren't already half way to his house? The, hell, are you waiting for?" Quinn hollered.

"Please, I'm not you. I don't throw myself at anyone who arrives in this town."

"Fuck you!"

"Eww, that's a disturbing thought. Please don't gross me out with images of heterosexual sex before lunch."

"Well, then go to your neighbor for some afternoon delight; you can 'gross me out' with images of hot gay sex later tonight all you want." Quinn said and ended our conversation.

Kurt considered going to his neighbor's house. To say hello, he swears. And if hot afternoon sex indeed came out of that, he won't exactly complain. After a short internal debate, he decided, that going there just minutes after the guy arrived was a bit weird. Instead Kurt passed time, making a fresh batch of brownies. Hey, it was the neighbor greeting tradition; you had to bring baked goods! Or jell-o.

After a hour of baking, and then two hours of making himself presentable, Kurt finally left his house, to meet this mysterious neighbor of his. Kurt knocked at his doors and waited. He could here steps and then the door was opened.

Clearly he needed to go to doctor's to check, if he had shortsightedness, because his neighbor was clearly more than just nice.

"Hi, you're new," Kurt said before thinking. He wanted to hit himself over the head. He's twenty six years old; he should be over mumbling awkwardly and blushing in front of hot men!

The other man just smiled and extended his hand for a hand shake, "Yes, but I usually go by Blaine."

"Kurt. I baked you cookies." Why doesn't a meteor fall from the sky on you, when you need it the most?

"Come inside! There's unopened boxes everywhere, so be careful or you might trip. But I did already unpack my coffee machine." Blaine said and motioned Kurt inside.

"Thanks." Kurt said, and stepped inside. He was right – the house was a wreck. He started to remove his boots, but Blaine stopped him.

"Don't even bother. It's not like you could make it much worse than it is right now."

"No, that's ok." Kurt said and took off his ankle length boots.

Kurt fallowed Blaine to the kitchen, where the shorter man pulled two mugs out of a box labeled 'kitchen' and sat one in front of Kurt. While Blaine started coffee machine, Kurt looked around the room, "I didn't introduce myself properly; I'm your neighbor. I live in the red house right next to you."

"Oh? That's great, not a day in a new town and I already have someone to go to for a cup of sugar." Blaine joked.

"Yes. I was surprised to see, that someone had bought this house. It's so..." Kurt began to say, but stopped himself, when he didn't come up with anything that wouldn't insult the owner of this house.

"Fucked up?" Blaine offered.

"No. Well yes. But I would have used something like 'abominable'."Kurt admitted while scratching the back of his neck.

"Don't worry. I know that this house is a complete shit, but I plan to fix it and truly make my own. I need a change of scene and something new to do. That's why I bought it. Well, that and the big back yard. Karan already loves it. He's outside there right now, probably already digging holes or something."

Kurt silently cursed. Karan? This guy probably arrived, while Kurt was fixing his hair in the bathroom mirror for twenty minutes. Of course, that a good looking gay man living next doors to him couldn't be single. He already has someone – a really weird gardener by the sounds of it.

"Karan? So you're living with your boyfriend." Kurt asked, trying to sound disinterested.

Blaine laughed and said, "No. Not a boyfriend. Karan is my dog. He's a Great Dane; needs a lot of space. It's just me and him living here."

"Oh." Kurt found his voice and responded. So, there was no boyfriend after all.

Life, which is a bitch and likes to screw him over: 0

Kurt: 1

"What made you come to that conclusion? That I'm gay?" Blaine asked. "I mean, I am, but what made you jump to that conclusion first."

"Takes one to know one?" Kurt answered, hesitantly. Saying, that he knew someone, who knew someone, who had information about Blaine, and that he was observing the movers for hours seemed a bit, how to put it, stalkerish.

The smile that Blaine graced him with, made something in Kurt's chest tighten up, "Really? Well, what are the odds? I've spent years in the city with millions in it, but had to move to small town to meet someone like you."

'Someone like you'? If Kurt wasn't blushing before, now there was no doubt.

Kurt cleared his throat, and asked Blaine, "So, what do you do when you're not trying to fix the unfixable?" He was pretending, that he didn't know already

"I'm a writer." Blaine fixes a cup of coffee for both of us.

"What do you write? Maybe I have read some of your works?" Kurt took his cup and sat down in a chair by the table. Blaine sat down too, across from the small table.

Blaine smiled secretively and asked, "Answer me this – do you read crime or romance novels?"

"Umm, neither."

"Then no, you probably haven't."

"But which ones do you write – romance or crime?"

Blaine gave a short laugh, shook his head and asked Kurt a question instead, "And what do you do, Kurt?"

"I'm a designer. I design wedding dresses."

"Really?"

"Yes, usually specific designs made for the bride. I go to New York often, but I can also work on my designs at home. I like it."

"That actually doesn't surprise me. The first thing I noticed about you was how well dressed you are. I love your jacket."

"Thank you." Kurt replied, fiddling with one of the metal clasps of his blue jacket.

They talked for what felt like hours. Kurt found out that he and Blaine had a lot in common. Their conversation went easily, their laughter filled the house. For Kurt, it was hard to believe, that someone like Blaine was still single; he was smart, funny, handsome, talented, and just a very positive person. Kurt was waiting for him to say something like 'oh, and I collect my own back hair in tiny balls' or 'the doctor said that city air was bad for my rash', because no one could be that amazing and single. He was waiting for the other shoes to drop, but it started to seem like it won't.

"Trust me; if you want to eat outside of house, the only place to go is 'The Bar Code'. At least you won't have to worry about getting there."

Blaine looked at his hands that were tightly clasping his now empty cup of coffee, before replying, "Well, maybe you could show me. How about this Friday?"

"Are you asking me out?" Kurt asked in disbelief.

"Are you accepting?"

"I'm-"

CRASH!

A loud crash resonated through kitchen. Something large had slammed into the back door. Blaine immediately stood up to open them. Just seconds later, an insanely large, black dog bounced inside the kitchen. He was matted with dirt, mud dripping from him.

The large dog – Karan – bounced around Blaine, acting like he had swallowed methamphetamine until he noticed Kurt. The dog became completely still in a second, sat back on his haunches. He was observing Kurt with cold eyes. Karan had turned from bouncing overgrown puppy to a dog that looked like it could rip his spine out in a matter of seconds.

"Karan, this is Kurt, he's our new neighbor." Blaine said to his dog, as if he was a person and scratched behind his ears. Even sitting down Karan reached Blaine's waist. "You're not allergic or scared, are you Kurt?"

"No, no I'm not." Kurt answered, partially lying. He was not allergic to dogs, but he still usually stayed away from animals as if he was. All that fur, slobber and mud were completely not his thing. And he was not afraid of dogs, but Karan could probably swallow him whole and he looked like he was considering this option. Seriously, was he a part dog, part horse?

"Karan's really nice. His size usually intimidates people, but he's actually a sweetheart. He's amazing with kids."

"I'll take your word for it." Kurt mumbled and then said louder, trying to be friendly, "Hi there, doggy."

Seriously, the dog was glaring at him. It was not just Kurt's imagination, playing tricks on him.

"You can pet him, if you want." Blaine offered.

'And risk losing a hand, I think not' Kurt thought. "I'd rather wouldn't, he's rather messy."

And just few seconds later Kurt found himself with a lapful of a dog. Karan had basically leaped for Kurt, putting his dirty paws on his Alexander McQueen jacket, dripping mud on his white pants.

"Karan! Come one, get off! It's not polite to leap on the guests." Blaine said, but he really didn't sound too serious about his command.

Kurt was frozen in fear – he felt pinned beneath this pony sized dog. Karan chooses that moment to slobber all over Kurt's face. He licked Kurt's face from chin to forehead with his rough tongue, probably leaving behind a red, irritated skin. A bit of slobber got inside Kurt's eye.

"He likes you." Blaine observed.

"He has a good taste," Kurt said, trying to sound confident, when in reality, he just wanted to run away. He tried to gently push the dog away, but Karan wouldn't budge, until that Cerberus jumped off, but not before softly growling in Kurt's ear.

The warning was clear.

Blaine was his human and Kurt was not come in between them.

Listen closely – it's the sound of the other shoe dropping.

Karan stepped away, turned his back on Kurt and once again started bouncing around Blaine. After few seconds he took off, and ran away somewhere.

"He's …certainly something." Kurt said, trying to take deep breaths to slow his heart down.

"Yes, he's been all I got for a really long time now. He's been with me through everything. Sometimes it feels like he's not just a dog, he's my best friend and guardian. You know what I mean?"

'No really? I didn't notice the overprotective growling or glaring' Kurt thought, sarcastically.

"Well, look at the time. I have to go!" Kurt said quickly, already walking to the doors.

Blaine's hand on his arm stopped him, before he could get too far. He asked, "Kurt, do you remember, what I asked, before Karan interrupted us? I would really like to get to know you better. I mean, if you wanted to."

And at the moment, when Blaine's soft eyes looked straight into Kurt's, the taller man had already made up his mind. No dog will stop him from getting to know this amazing guy – he had waited too long to meet someone like Blaine. He was the perfect guy and Kurt would be lying, if he said, he didn't feel sparks, like electricity running over his skin, every time he looked in Blaine's eyes.

This could be potentially amazing.

And not even Devil's Spawn himself could keep him back.

"Sure. Pick me up at 8?"

"Okay." Blaine said, squeezing Kurt's arm just a bit tighter.

"Okay." Kurt smiled back.

They said their goodbyes and Kurt offered to let himself out.

When he reached the front door, he discovered one of his boots already chewed up and covered in dog's drool. Obviously, that was this dog's way of putting a horse's head in the bed. Those were one of a kind, Kurt's favorite ankle length boots!

Oh. It's on, bitch!

I tried to work on my other story ''Perfectly Wrong'', but I started writing something else. THEN I wrote nearly 4000 words long drama fiction, decided that I still need to fix some things in it, and instead I ended up writing this.

I will blame my OCD.

This won't be a long story, probably two or three chapters. I'm not dropping 'Perfectly Wrong' for this.

Your REVIEWS make me jump up and down like crazy; jumping jacks are a good cardio workout, so take care of my heart. (And you can jump with me, and become healthier too!)

~ This was written for a friend, who recently got burned pretty badly. Laughter supposedly makes everything heal faster, so I hope that this makes you at least crack a smile. ~