Title: Polly
Rating: K+
Pairing: Klaine
Summary: Blaine never thought he'd have to fight against a female for Kurt's affections.
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing, and you all know it.
Polly
Polly. What an annoying name. The bitch always had to cuddle up to Kurt, and demand his attention. Blaine shouldn't have to fight for his spouses attention with a female, but that's what he found himself doing on a daily basis. No matter what they were doing if Polly called Kurt would go running. No matter if they were enjoying a romantic dinner or not, if Polly called Kurt was there.
When they finally got alone time together that involved cuddling and slow making out, there would come Polly squeezing between them and monopolizing Kurt's time. Just like now, she had forced Blaine to the cushioned art deco chair in the living room while she cuddled in Kurt's lap. Kurt had happily accepted her into his lap, stroking her long blonde locks, and reading her a story. All to soon Polly fell asleep, Kurt covering her with a blanket, and kissing her nose. He hummed a lullaby under his breath, still threading his hands throw Polly's thin locks.
"Kurt, can we talk?"
"Mm-hmm."
"When we got married I never thought I'd have to fight for your affections against a woman."
"And you don't," Kurt smiled. "I love you, you know that."
"I do, but I also know you almost kicked me out of bed when Polly was getting squished."
"She's tiny, Blaine, you have to be careful of her," Kurt told him, smiling down at his darling Polly.
"She always seems to want to sleep with us when I want to 'sleep' with you." Seriously, Polly was about the biggest sex-block despite her petite size.
"Polly was sick then, Blaine, it was once, and you know it."
Blaine rolled his eyes. "You take her everywhere you go. You take her to the studio, to your dad's, it's a little crazy Kurt. You even took her to fashion week."
Kurt looked down at his Polly, stroking her lovingly. "I don't carry her around that much."
With a sigh Blaine walked to the other side of the living, picking up a magazine and showing it to Kurt. "And who is this on the cover of Marie Claire with you?"
"Polly…okay, fine, I am a bit dependant on her, but can you blame me? We can't have children, and we're both to busy to think about adoption at this point in time," Kurt pouted.
Blaine sat down on the couch, kissing his spouse's forehead. "Eventually we'll get to that point Kurt, but right now you need to realize Polly is a DOG, not a child."
"Blaine!" he gasped, covering Polly's ears. "She's more than a dog, she's family."
"She's a Pomeranian that Rachel saved and gave to you when it was a puppy."
"She's family, but I guess I can tone it down a little."
"Thank you! Because to be honest I really am getting tired of fighting her for your affections."
"I promise, no more fighting," he smiled, kissing his husband.
The next morning Kurt awoke and walked out to the living room to see Polly playing with Blaine on the carpet. She chased after the sock he had, and caught it in a tug-o-war with Blaine.
"I see you two have come to a compromise?" Kurt smiled.
Blaine picked up the small dog, who affectionately licked his face. "Indeed we did. If you forgo a romantic night with me for her again, she's going to tear a hole into your new Alexander McQueen's."
Kurt laughed loudly as Blaine walked into the kitchen to feed Polly. "That's a joke, right, Blaine? Blaine? That better be joke!"
"Guess you'll find out if you ditch me, won't you?"
At the playful yip from Polly, Kurt decided he liked it better when the two were battling for his affections and not in allegiances. At least then his shoes were safe.
-The End-