"Hey, Kurt…?"
"Mmm?" He was fully immersed in his homework and hadn't even noticed Blaine had sat on the opposite side of the couch; this sketch had to be perfect and he almost had the shape right.
"Can we get a puppy?"
Kurt's hand stilled momentarily, pen poised above his page."… No." He grabbed his eraser and scrubbed out a stray smudge.
"Oh, come on… please?"
He sighed, fully giving up on working for the moment, and put his pencil and eraser down before turning to his boyfriend. "Blaine, we JUST moved into this apartment and got settled. You know we both have school. We don't have the TIME or SPACE. And I don't want it to eat ANY of my shoes, they're EXPENSIVE."
"But Kurt, I've always wanted a puppy… Like, ever since I was little, you know? But Dad never liked dogs. And I made a promise to myself that when I moved out, I'd get a puppy… And I don't want to just give up on it, even though it seems a little silly…" Blaine looked at Kurt with adorably sad eyes, giving him a look that dripped innocence. "I also promised I'd try being a singer and write a book, and I don't want to give THOSE up. Just… Please?"
"… I… But we have you! I doubt any puppy could rival your puppy dog expression. Which won't work this time…"
Blaine slid closer to Kurt on the couch, snaking an arm around his waist. He leaned his head on the other boy's shoulder, looking up at Kurt through his lashes.
"I don't look like a puppy! Puppies have long noses and fur and floppy ears. I don't have ANY of those!"
Kurt straightened, determined not to give in. "No, you're human, thank Gaga. But you have the same expression dogs use when you're eating something and they want it. The look that says, 'I'm just the cutest thing EVER, look into my eyes so you can give in to my cuteness and give me what I want.' And this time, it won't work."
Blaine withdrew his arm and slid away, resignation and defeat written on his face, emphasized by his hunched shoulders.
"Ok…" Blaine mumbled and curled in on himself. He sat like that, staring into space with desolate, empty eyes. He heard Kurt shift slightly and knew that he was watching Blaine. Blaine began to count in his head…
5…
4…
3…
2…
"FINE!" Kurt exclaimed, throwing his hands up in defeat. "Fine, fine, you win, we'll get a stupid puppy, ok? Just don't be sad."
Blaine's face brightened considerably, his adorable toothy grin plastered on his face. He flung himself at Kurt.
"THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU!" Blaine cried happily, hugging Kurt and bouncing on his lap.
"Ok, ok, I'm amazing. We get it. Please don't crush my homework, we can go on Saturday. But YOU are potty training him; I don't want ANY of my clothing ruined." Kurt huffed, slightly crushed under Blaine.
Blaine got off and curled into Kurt's side, resting his head on Kurt's shoulder and snuggling as close as he could. "I love you."
Kurt sighed and shook his head, but leaned over and kissed his silly boyfriend's forehead. "I love you too."