Hey, give requests for one-shots, please?
Kurt was sitting in the commons room with several others, including Wes, David and Blaine, when his phone rang. The others perked up. They were already used to the strange calls he would get from New Directions.
"Hey, Britt," Kurt said, closing his World History book. Blaine beamed; he loved when Brittany called.
A shrill voice came from the other end, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Kurtie, I think my cat's horny."
Kurt sighed, internally laughing at Brittany's antics. "What makes you think that?"
"She keeps rubbing herself on me, and San says that she's the only one allowed to rub herself on me!"
Kurt ran a hand over his face while the others tried, and failed, to contain their laughter.
"Britt, that means she wants you to pet her."
"But Tana says that I'm not allowed to pet her," Brittany said, confused.
"Pet her fur," Kurt suggested, glancing hopelessly at his friends.
"But she waxes."
"I was talking abou-," Kurt was cut off by Brittany's yelp of pain.
"Boo, what's wrong?"
"Sprinkles bit me... Only San can bite me... And you, but only if you ask nicely."
Kurt's attempts to speak were blocked by Wes' shouts of, "Yeah, Kurtie, you have to ask nicely."
Kurt shook his head.
Was a normal day too much to ask?
Slightly longer than a drabble... I had the idea when my cat was being to touchy-feely.
R&R?