Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or it's characters. If I did, all the duets would go to Klaine.

Plot Summary- After the slushy-incident, Blaine's parents buy him a puppy to cheer him up. Kurt never imagined Blaine would grow so attached to the dog…or that he would too.

Hey guys, it's my first story I'm posting on here! At first, I wasn't going to start with this one, but it just happened to be the one I finished. It was originally a one shot, but it was really long so I'm making it a two shot. Hope you enjoy.

It was a moment in life when you didn't realize how different things would be. It was especially hard to see it in a storm of grey. Blaine didn't know if he'd ever see out of his right eye again, and Kurt had no idea how to handle the situation (between Sebastian and their current disagreement with the Warblers, it was like Kurt and Blaine had lost a family). And while things could be worse, Kurt certainly didn't see how. He didn't know what to think when Blaine called him and said with a frantic voice.

"Kurt! Come over! You'll never guess what my parents did!" Kurt either hadn't listened to his tone closely, or he assumed what usually happened when Blaine's parents (namely his father) were involved had happened, either way; he rushed over to the Anderson household. He ran through the door and up the stairs two at a time before Mrs. Anderson could even fit out a hello from the kitchen.

Perhaps it was dramatic to throw open the door, especially considering what he saw when the door was open

Blaine was leaning back against his headboard, his good eye flying over to where Kurt was standing. Then he spotted a small, blonde puppy, half-curled in Blaine's lap, half playing with Blaine's fingers. The puppy seemed frustrated that Blaine, in his surprise, had stopped playing with it and barked loudly.

"They got you a puppy?" Kurt asked in disbelief. Blaine smiled and nodded, gathering the puppy up and holding it against his chest. The counter-tenor took a moment to breathe before stepping in and closing the door. "You do know I drove like a maniac to get here because I thought you might be in trouble or something."

"Oh I'm sorry, baby. I was just so excited." Blaine responded, pulling his face away as the puppy tried to lick it. "I've wanted a puppy since I was a kid. Like If I had known all it took was to gauge out an eyeball, I would have done it a long time ago."

"Don't joke about that." He said sternly. Blaine didn't seem to care as he pet the puppy in his hands. It looked perfectly content, laying in his arms trying to lick him. "God, a puppy, that's such a rich parent thing to do." Though the smile he tried to fight grew across his face. Blaine had been near depressed for days. The Warbler's attack had sucked the life out of him. Not so much Sebastian's part in it but rather the part the group that had known and loved both of them played in it. The only thing worse than the fact that all of them knew someone was getting slushied was that none of them had called to apologize or check on Blaine. Or even apologize to Kurt who was the original target. Blaine had been hiding behind that trademark optimism, but inside, his heart had broken because of his friend's betrayal.

It was nice to see an actual smile on his face with no hidden undertones of grief. "Personally I've always been more of a cat person; he is adorable though."

The puppy at least reached up enough to lick Blaine's face, making the tenor laugh. Through his chuckles, he managed to get out. "Actually, it's a female. My mom said she was tired of being the only girl in the house."

"Cute." Kurt couldn't help but sound a little sarcastic. He walked over to sit on the side of the bed, hand reaching out to pet the small bundle that flinched away further into Blaine. Kurt retracted his hand, not really keen on petting her anyway. "So, what did you name her? Katy Perry?"

He had meant it to be a joke. Blaine smirked sheepishly as a blush came across his face. Kurt rolled his eyes. "Oh my god, Blaine. You're such a creeper!"

"What? It's a cute name. She's already coming to it. Watch." Blaine got up on his knees and placed the puppy at the end of the bed. She looked momentarily confused and started crawling to Blaine before he even called her. "Katy! Come here, sweetie!"

She ran faster and crashed into Blaine's leg. He laughed and picked her up again, rewarding her with praise. Kurt shook his head. "She would have come to you if you had called her Lady Gaga. She's already so attached to you."

"Yeah." Blaine said, planting a kiss on the top of the puppy's head before bringing her eye-level. "She's a daddy's girl…aren't you? Oh yes, you are!"

Kurt rolled his eyes again at Blaine's baby talk. If it was this bad with a puppy, he couldn't begin to fathom what he'd be like when and if they ever had kids- not that Kurt was particularly fond of that idea either. He liked the future with Blaine, just not the kids part. Still, it was somewhat (okay, it was extremely) adorable to see this side of Blaine. It exhibited perfectly the kind of man Kurt had come to know and love.

As a favor to Blaine since he was still in his pajamas and had to take his medicine, Kurt took the puppy outside. The experience didn't last too terribly long as she whimpered and cried, barely moving from her spot in the grass. Katy's head flipped around looking for Blaine like he was the messiah.

"Seriously?" Kurt questioned, watching as the puppy shivered. He sighed and picked her up, giving up on any chance for her to do anything but look for Blaine. "And I thought Sebastian was something to worry about. He's got nothing on you, does he Ms. Perry?"

Katy let Kurt carry her, but it wasn't with the same enthusiasm she had when Blaine held her. Kurt leaned down to murmur in her ear. "Just remember, I'm still top bitch around here."

She nearly jumped out of Kurt's arms when Blaine was in sight. Blaine held out his arms until Kurt gave Katy back. So this was how it was going to be from now on- him competing with a dog over his boyfriend's attentions.

()

After the surgery, Blaine's eye had healed nicely and he returned to school. Kurt noticed a few things upon his return— one day, it was Blaine's lack of his favorite slip-on shoes, which had been replaced by old tennis shoes. Then, he hadn't worn a belt a couple weeks later. He later explained on an emergency-shopping trip that Katy had a chewed all of it up but swore up and down 'she was getting better'.

Blaine was always excited to show Kurt the tricks he was teaching the growing puppy. Within a month, Blaine had taught her how to sit, lie down, and heel (although half the time, Blaine rewarded her without her doing these things). Kurt pretended to interested despite the fact every time he went over to Blaine's, he'd get dog hair all over his clothes and on several occasions, Katy would try to take his scarf.

"No! Stop it!" Kurt flipped his scarf over and away from the now three-month-old lab. Katy just wagged her tail, putting a paw on Kurt's leg while he waited for Blaine. "No, Katy, get down!"

Blaine opened the bathroom door, dressed and ready to go out. He gave Kurt an entertained look. "Are you picking on my dog?" He said with a fake southern accent. Kurt was relieved when Katy turned and bounced towards Blaine.

"Your ball of destruction was trying to eat my scarf." Kurt glared, watching as Blaine kneeled down to scratch Katy's ears. Blaine seemed oblivious to any sort of violation of fashion his pet had created.

"Aw, she just wants to be fashionable."

"She was going to eat it, Blaine." Kurt grumbled, but knew it wasn't worth bringing up. That dog had his boyfriend wrapped around her paw. Blaine stood up straight and smiled.

"Hey, want to see something cool?" He walked over to his desk and picked up his harmonica. He brought it to his lips and started playing it. Katy, who had always been energetic, stopped and watched Blaine. After a few notes, she started whimpering and howling along with the harmonica. Kurt, despite his annoyances, laughed.

When Blaine stopped playing, Katy stopped howling and once again jumped over to her owner. "Sometimes she does it when I sing too."

They left shortly after for their date. A movie, many long teasing kisses, and a lot of suggestive dialog later, they were back at his house. Kurt pushed Blaine against his bedroom door and gave him a searing kiss. Blaine groaned and deepened the kiss, pushing their bodies off and towards the bed.

It resulted in Kurt lying down with Blaine climbing on top of them. Barely breaking apart to speak. "How can someone wear a sweater that thick and be so sexy?" Blaine growled, pressing his body against Kurt's. The counter-tenor moaned and arched up against him. He was lost in this feeling until a wet nose pressed into his cheek.

Kurt gently pushed Blaine's face up and turned his head to see Katy, head on the bed and wagging her tail. "Ugh! Get out of here!"

"Katy, go lie down!" She didn't leave, but rather put her paws up and climbed up onto the bed. Kurt groaned.

"Blaine, just shoo her out and close the door." Blaine got up and snapped his fingers, pointing for Katy to leave the room. She did as she was told, but apparently had expected Blaine to go with her. He shut the door and raced back to the bed. Kurt welcoming him with another long kiss.

It wasn't long until they heard scratches and cries from outside the door. Kurt started kissing down Blaine's neck, happy enough that the dog couldn't see them. It wasn't until he looked up that he saw the heart-broken expression on Blaine's face. "Are you kidding me?"

Another whine erupted from the door. Blaine closed his eyes and let Kurt continue—a low moan had turned into a groan when Katy barked. "I can't do this. Not with her doing that. She's so sad."

Kurt threw his head back and groaned as well. With an annoyed look, he let Blaine get up and let Katy back into the room. Her tail wagging, she ran over and jumped on the bed, laying across Kurt and causing him to grunt.

Kurt was beyond annoyed, but reached a hand down to pet her. "We're never having sex here again, are we?"

()

Kurt graduated later that year and left for NYADA. The day before he left, Kurt and Blaine had spent the night at Kurt's house (quietly completing the activities they couldn't do at Blaine's place) and drove with him and his family to the airport the next morning. It was a tearful goodbye filled with many "I love you's" and 'It's just for a year, not even that long'. Still, when Kurt's flight was called for boarding, it was pure agony for Blaine to let him go.

He went home after that, not able to focus on anything. Kurt didn't call him until later that night, just as Blaine had gotten back from taking Katy on her walk. "Kurt, you made it! How was your flight?" He detached Katy's leash and she ran over to his bed. Blaine closed his bedroom door and listened as he climbed in next to her. Kurt told him all about New York and the apartment he had rented with part of his financial aide. Blaine listened to Kurt's excitement, feeling a little happy for him but also a little sad he wasn't there with him.

"I miss you already." Kurt said. The strain in his voice indicating he was close to crying. "I didn't know it would be this bad so soon."

Blaine's free hand had stopped scratching Katy. He took a deep breath to push back his own tears and said. "I miss you too. Don't worry. We'll see each other during your fall break…then thanksgiving, then Christmas…"

"I'd much rather see you everyday." Kurt responded. With a high, quiet voice he continued. "Listen, I have some stuff I still need to unpack. I'll call you tomorrow. I love you."

Kurt never liked crying in front of other people, even him, so Blaine understood. It was one of those rare moments where it was better just to let Kurt cry on his own. "I love you too. Kurt?"

"Yes?"

"This is the first step you know, for us spending the rest of our lives together."

"I know. It's just hard." Kurt responded, his voice cracking. "Bye."

"Bye."

When the line went dead, Blaine let the phone fall from his shoulder. Before he could stop it, tears started rolling down his face. A loud sob erupted from his throat, which made Katy pick her ears up. She crawled up and placed her head on Blaine's shoulder, making him break into a smile as he hugged her. "Oh Katy, It's going to be a long year."

She stared at him with her big brown eyes and flicked her tongue out to lick the tears away. His smile grew. "Thank you sweetie."

Without realizing it, he started singing. Blackbird of all things. The song that always reminded him of Kurt. Every now and then, Katy would whine or howl with him. And suddenly, he felt a little less alone; still missing Kurt, but not alone.

()

The year had been long, but Blaine had graduated with his own acceptance into NYADA. Kurt was thrilled and had already started getting his apartment ready for him until Blaine dropped a bombshell on the phone one night.

"We need to find a new place, Kurt. Your apartment doesn't allow dogs." Kurt paused when he heard that. Ironically, he had been hanging a new picture frame when Blaine said that. It had a few pictures from his graduation party. He had just gotten around to hanging it up and now it would probably be moved.

"Your parents can't take her?" He asked.

"If I leave Katy here, they'll just ignore her…or worse." Blaine said in an exasperated tone, and Kurt couldn't disagree. They'd grow tired of looking after Katy maybe in three months and then send her off to a shelter. "I can't leave her behind."

Kurt looked around his fully furnished apartment. All his. All the way he wanted. And knew it was going to be torn apart. He knew how attached Blaine had grown to his dog, and it would be cruel to tear them apart, let alone, leave her alone with Blaine's parents.

So, they started searching for new apartments. When they found one (a bigger, yet more expensive one that happened to be closer to NYADA), Kurt made a few rules. Katy couldn't sleep in the bed with them, and she had to leave the room when they did their activities. Then before he knew it, Kurt had unpacked his things into their new apartment and the next night Blaine had arrived with his car—Katy excitedly in tow.

The lab was nearing 1 ½ now and just a little bit calmer than Kurt remembered. She nearly pulled Blaine over when she saw Kurt. He released the leash. "I think she missed you."

Sure enough, Katy ran over, sitting at Kurt's feet awaiting a pet. Trying not to look touched, he leaned down to pet her. "Well, you're home now Ms. Perry. You too, Mr. Anderson." And with that, he walked over and embraced his boyfriend, welcoming him into his home. Their home at last.

()

Things transitioned surprisingly smooth. Blaine kept up with Katy's grooming so her hair wouldn't get all over Kurt's clothes, and she was finally at peace when Kurt sent her out of the room so he and Blaine could have alone time. When it was done though, Blaine always got up and let Katy back into the room.

She did break one of the rules though. Within a week of moving in, Katy had secured herself a permanent place on the bed. Kurt complained about it almost every night, but Blaine was such a softy and never did anything about it. Kurt relented and subjected himself to sharing the bed with both his sheet-hogging boyfriend and the space-taking dog. At least she was good for Blaine when he got stressed out about tests or classes, and he loved to take her for walks. So Kurt tolerated it.

He never could have imagined what would happen 8 months later, about a half-hour after Blaine left to take Katy on her walk. He was setting things up for a romantic candlelight dinner (to celebrate their last day of school that semester). He was just beginning to wonder what was taking Blaine so long when his phone went off. Kurt pulled it out of his pocket, making a face when he didn't recognize the number. "Hello?"

"Is this Mr. Hummel?" A low womanly voice asked.

"Yes, may I ask who's calling?"

"This is St. Mary's Hospital. We have a Blaine Anderson here, and he was your emergency contact." Kurt's heart nearly stopped beating. It took every muscle in his body not to drop the phone.

"What? Is he—Is he okay?"

"He's in stable condition, but we need you to get down here right away."

Kurt arrived in record time- almost getting into an accident multiple times along the way. He ran up to the counter, completely out of breath when he reached it. "I'm here for Blaine Anderson."

The orderly pointed over to the corner. "You need to talk to him, first."

Kurt looked in the corner and felt the breath leave his body. A police officer was sitting in a chair; looking very serious as he waited. At his feet, laid Katy—shaking with spots of blood in her fur. Without thinking, he shouted. "Katy!"

The dog lifted her head when Kurt called her name. She jumped to her feet as Kurt rushed over quickly. The officer stood as Kurt approached. "Are you Kurt Hummel?" Kurt nodded slowly. "What have they told you?"

"Nothing. She said I had to talk to you."

"Mr. Hummel, your boyfriend was the victim of a mugging." The officer said apologetically blunt. "We found him in the ally way with his dog covering him. He was stabbed, Mr. Hummel."

Kurt muttered an 'oh god', trying to push the tears from his eyes. "The doctor said he's going to pull through and we're still looking for his mugger but…you have understand, this is a rather common occurrence."

Kurt bit his lip and nodded. He hated the idea that someone would hurt Blaine and get away with it (and it seemed Blaine had the worst luck regarding that). But he supposed it was better than the alternative, which was Blaine dying. Finally, the officer handed Kurt the leash. "You know, when we found them, she wouldn't let anyone near him. Mr. Anderson said in his report she was the reason he ran off. She might have saved his life."

Kurt managed to thank the officer for his time, but was too shocked to move. Katy's nose grazed against Kurt's hand. He looked down. His fingers touched her head before he fell to the ground and wrapping his arms around her. He held her close while tears rolled down his face. Katy licked his face and for once, Kurt allowed her to.

Kurt and Katy went to visit Blaine a few minutes later (once Kurt got himself together). Blaine was laying on a gurney, shirt off, and stomach wrapped with bandage and gauze. He looked tired but managed to perk up when he saw them. "Kurt?"

Kurt closed the door, dropped Katy's leash, and ran over to the bed. Rather than hug him, his hands reached out to cup Blaine's face and he leaned down to kiss him. Blaine recuperated the best he could. They were interrupted when Katy put her front paws on the bed between them. Blaine weakly reached his hand to touch her. "Katy, you're okay."

"Yeah…" Kurt said, petting Katy's ear. He then leaned his head against her shoulder. "They say Ms. Perry here refused to leave you…and that she probably saved your life."

Blaine nodded. "He jumped out of no where, demanding my wallet and watch… I gave him the wallet, but it was my grandfather's watch so I refused to give that up…so he stabbed me, and I guess Katy must have jumped up and bit him. She made him drop the knife and he ran off."

Since Blaine couldn't go home that night, Kurt took Katy home but found he couldn't sleep. He just lay in bed; thinking about how he could have lost the love of his life and tried not to cry.

Katy was lying in Blaine's spot—her eyes large and sad like Kurt's. The counter-tenor reached over to pet her. She always slept at the foot of the bed, even if one of them was gone, but Kurt didn't have the heart to banish her there and instead, wrapped and arm around her.

"Thank you. Thank you for keeping him safe."