A/n: More fanfiction at four am.

Purebred

His eyes widened as he took his first steps into the house, tail moving gingerly from side to side. Looking down on the marble floors he could see his reflection take place, walking a few steps more inside before stretching his lanky body out. He walked around on his paws as he began to look around near the front door and then mischievously began to paw under the door near him to see what was inside. He was young and didn't know any better, being squirt by a water bottle which made him jump to his feet.

The cat gave a look of disappointment and moved away, looking around skittishly. He ran back towards the front door as heavy footsteps were heard from the circled stairs. The cat hid behind the older man, peeking out to watch the other who appeared.

"You're home." The voice spoke as it continued down the rest of the stairs, hands fixing at his tie.

"Yes, sire. This is the cat I was speaking about. It's a kitten still, only three months old but showing great progress. He needs much training if he wants to become a top prize cat though."

The man stepped onto the floor, looking past the others leg to see the cat dazed and confused. The feline was staring at the tie he was trying hard to make perfect. "Cute." He spoke, untying his tie and pulling it from underneath his shirt. He dangled the tie to knee length and watched as the cat lifted up his hindquarters and then ran towards the other to attack it.

"Do you wish for me to call your father and tell him about the new pet or will you do it yourself?" He coughed in-between a few words. "I'm sorry, sire, I'm terribly allergic to their kind."

The younger man watched as the cat continued to attack the tie, getting his nails caught in the cloth and pulling until it let go. He fell onto his back and only turned around, shook his head and began to groom his ears. "It's fine, Maxwell, you may go." He waved his hand as he put his tie back around his neck. He watched as the man left and he turned over to the cat. "Here kitty kitty." His voice was low and made a strange calling sound which made the cat turn around. It let out a mew and began to walk over to him.

"..." The cat looked up at the man, eying his tie again but not attacking.

"Come on..." He picked the cat up and it held onto him, paws gripping at both shoulders. "Let's give you a bath and I'll show you where you'll sleep."

The cat looked at him in a confused manner, watching as the man looked at his collar at his neck that read, 'Kurt.' He smiled as he made his way back up the stairs he came down, feeling the cat squirm around, Kurt's legs wrapping around the man's waist.

He patted the others back, rubbing against his skin which was as soft as his ears looked. They were the same brown as his hair and just as fluffy looking.

Making it to the top of the stairs, he turned down the hall and entered a door that was half way down the hall. It was the same marble as the floors downstairs. "Sit here, I'll be back." He picked Kurt up and put him down to sit on the closed toilet seat.

Kurt didn't listen. As soon as the man left he climbed off of the toilet seat and began to look around, pawing at things he saw fit to paw at. He pulled down a roll of toilet paper and began to attack it, leaving bits and pieces of paper all of the floor. He turned when he heard the footsteps of the man again.

"I can't leave you alone for one minute." He chuckled, shutting the door behind him and then putting the clothes up against the hanger. He then proceeded to clean up the mess the cat left behind. "Can you take your clothes off for me?' He picked the cat up and put him back on the toilet.

Kurt pointed to himself.

"Yes. You."

Kurt blinked and reached at the edge of his shirt and pulling it awkwardly over his head. He had a hard time getting it off and let out a screeching sound when it got caught over his ear. He then threw it on the ground angrily and began to pull off his beige shorts. While he did this he could hear loud running water, it made his ears twitch and as he put the last piece of clothing on the floor. He turned over to the man, he was kneeling over a tub and he climbed off of the toilet and crawled over to see what the sound was.

"Good." Kurt heard the others voice, ears twitching again as he hid behind the man."Uh, uh, uh." He pulled Kurt's paws from his arm and began to lift him up. He squirmed all over the place as he was dipped into the water, his tail curling up and moving away from the dangerous liquid. "Come on, don't fight just get in." He managed to get Kurt's legs in the water but he kicked around violently until he was dropped in and then began to panic. He thrashed around as the water was filling, soaking the man and his old clothing.

"I'm not going to drown you, you're dirty and need a bath." He spoke calmly, shutting the water off when the bath filled half way. He watched Kurt in the water, scared and helpless, he had stopped thrashing and was now shivering in the water. "I'm your owner so don't be afraid." His voice was still calm, not looking to be phased by the other and his reactions.

Kurt only looked at the man as he picked up a small cup on the edge of the tub and filled it with water. He flinched as the water was poured over his head and in seconds began thrashing around again.

"Hey! Calm down." He held the cat up as he washed off his hair with a gentle lavender soap, and then washed his ears. His ears twitched with every scrub and could hear the cat purring softly. "You can understand me...but can you speak?" He was curious what the creature could do.

Kurt nodded as the water washed the soap away from his ears.

"My name is Blaine. Can you say my name?"

Kurt looked determined, feeling the pull of his tail as the rest of his skin was cleaned. "...Bla..."

"Blaine." He spoke again as a loofah was pulled from the tubs knobs and began to wash away with a sweet smelling soap.

"Bla...ine." He nodded happily but shivered when the water was poured over his body. Even the warm water felt cold to him.

"A few more minutes." He put down the cup and loofah, allowing the cat to stay in the tub. He licked at the water on his paw and began shaking his hair to dry it.

Blaine moved to the hanger, grabbing the towel he had brought and then back over to the cat. Every time he had seen the cat get the water off his hand, he dipped it back in the tub to clean the other. He did this a few times back and forth. "Stand up." He unfolded the towel as he watched the cat lift from the water, his body shaking until the towel wrapped around him. Blaine lifted him up from the tub and grabbed the clothes from the hanger and left the bathroom.

The cat held onto Blaine again as they headed towards another room in a different hallway. Once inside Kurt was placed onto the bed inside of it. His towel was removed after a few seconds and new clothes were pulled onto his body. This time a pair of simple underwear and a very long silk shirt that reached down to his knees as he sat.

The cat then laid back when he was dressed, crawling onto the bed and looking around at the stuff near the headboards.

"No, Kurt." Blaine spoke, putting away the other things that he left out while searching for new clothes for his pet.

Kurt turned to Blaine, looking disappointed again.

"I need to train you..." He sighed, moving over onto his bed and sitting by Kurt. He put his hand on Kurt's head, his hair drying quickly. His hand stroked down on his head, then back up to stroke his ears. Kurt's head moved, pressing into the hand and purring again. "You can't learn how to be a show cat unless I do."

"...C...at." He nodded, moving his head away from his hand.

"Yes. We have a lot to work on such as strength and agility." He smiled, pulling the blankets from the top of his bed down. "In the morning I'll show your training grounds."

The cat was laying down as he spoke, cuddling up against Blaine's leg and was petted as he fell asleep.