Can't Resist Those Puppy Dog Eyes

(This is not my first fanfic. Hell, this isn't even my first fanfic of my favorite character from a series turning into a dog, but it is my second multi-chapter Glee fanfic on here. Please wish me luck and bear with my sub-par characterization.)

Chapter One: Biology and Family

May,

It was finally May again, the season of graduations and the beginning of summer and the time when Kurt Elizabeth Hummel got to relax. For an entire summer he didn't have to juggle work, his part time job at (that Isabelle had so generously given to him), and his continued education and training at NYADA.

He could just spend time with finding acting roles, finding designer clothes on bargain sale, spending time with his friends, and spending time with his beautiful, talented, and once again loyal love of his life, and now fiancee, Blaine Devon Anderson.

He grinned as he caught the train back from the office and to the Queens apartment. It was cosy yes, but it was comfortable and it had two rooms and an en suite bathroom and a nice swimming pool at the apartments, and though Kurt hated to get his good towels and resort wear dirty, he did enjoy seeing his Blaine emerging from the pool with his hair wet and beads of water dripping off of his body, caught in the New York sunlight.

Blaine had always been a dreamboat, but it was just, with this new confidence he had managed to get from his Broadway internship, his off Broadway roles (most of them being performed with Rachel who always seemed to recommend him for parts significantly lower than the ones she had), and his top grades at NYADA, he had been chosen as the freshman invite to the winter showcase and though, one Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, sophomore competitor, had won this year, Blaine had been...stunning, and he looked so damn hot.

Thinking back that night had been one of the sexiest, most passionate, ones of their entire relationship.

Kurt was glad that Blaine had not given up once Kurt had turned down his proposal during Blaine's senior year at McKinley. Instead, Kurt had suggested that they start to date but take things slowly, at least until all of the communication problems had been resolved. He had stood by his future husband as his prom date and was impressed when Blaine had won prom king, even beating Sam. That dance with the Cheerios member had been hard to watch, but she had at least had the courtesy of letting Kurt cut in once everyone else was dancing and Blaine had danced the last half holding the one most precious to him.

They had dated over the summer and it was during Thanksgiving that Blaine extended the offer to Kurt for the fashionable diva to move in with him, which of course was a definite yes. More than that Sam, Tina, and Mercedes had found an apartment large enough for the three of them to live comfortably, Tina and Mercedes paying most of the rent and the large lipped blonde bombshell sleeping on the pull out couch.

This had, for a short period of time, left Rachel and Santana as being room mates, that was until the love triangle between Santana, Roxy, and Brittany had taken place. It was safe to say that Brittana was alive again and even Mercedes and Sam had been showing each other attraction, or were they dating, it was really hard to tell with those two.

It was at Christmas, seven months after Blaine's attempt, that Kurt had been the one to pop the question and Blaine had accepted before Kurt could open the box.

"Kurt, are you sure? I mean, I want you to be comfortable with your decision, you're all that matters to me, for now and forever, I just don't want you to not want this."

"Who could not want you Blaine? Next to myself you are the best person I've ever known. Now, if you could at least give me a moment, I did dress fabulously for this and it's not a good idea to ruin a perfect outfit...I mean this is designer Louis Vuitton. Anyway, Blaine, if you could at least let me steal focus for a little bit more so I can ask you properly, will you marry me?"

"Yes. Yes. Yes."

"You know, you need to definitely sort out your hair, it's about time that the whole world knows how proud I am to be with my brave, handsome, bushy haired husband."

"I love you so much, I love you more than anything and I will always be faithf-"

"I know, but at least let me get this ring on your finger. You owe me at least a glamorous movie style proposal. Merry Christmas, baby"

"M—Me-rry Christmas."

They had decided on a long engagement since Kurt had been twenty and Blaine had been nineteen at the time of proposing and soon the twenty year old would turn twenty-one. It must have been a bit of a disappointment for Blaine that there was a risk of him not getting a drink at the wedding, but how many fires could Blaine start? How many would Kurt allow him to start? This was their wedding and Kurt could seriously not wait any longer. On February 6th 2015, the two would be husbands for eternity, nothing could match that.

Kurt finally reached the Queens apartment building and dashed up the stairs. He reached their apartment and unlocked the door, his eyes widened at the sight before him. There was a romantic dinner set up at the table, a roast duck and Blaine's version of the roast potatoes that he had adapted from Kurt's own recipe. There was Kurt's favorite wine and so many candles. This must have been Blaine's way of celebrating the beginning of the summer and Kurt's own casting as Mark in RENT. It was a bold choice, but the fashion maven was glad that he was not Angel. Kurt would have to kiss a girl, he had done it before but it always scared him and made him uncomfortable. He had kissed Adam of course and he would always remember his kiss with Dave, but Blaine was the one and only person he wanted his lips to touch.

However, that didn't surprise him. Sitting on their antique leather couch, which they had bought together, motivated by an awe-inspiring work by a writer named Nicki Duke, were Blaine's parents and on their bench, Cooper Anderson.

"Honey," Blaine said as he stood up and walked towards Kurt, Blaine's curly hair had been well styled (Kurt and Cooper had made a joint effort to get Blaine's hair both natural and a way he liked it), and he wore a black shirt and black formal pants. "Welcome home," Blaine reached for Kurt's hands, taking them in his own and giving them a soft squeeze. He leaned in and kissed Kurt on the cheek whilst whispering, "I am so sorry, they just turned up, what could I do?"

Kurt nodded and walked over to the Anderson family, which very soon would be his own family through his marriage to Blaine. He held out a hand to Mr. Anderson who dismissed it and then to Mrs. Anderson who also didn't take it. Cooper, on noticing this, came up behind his brother in law to be and gave him a hug.

"Kurt, it's good to see you, I hope you've been helping Blainey with his dance moves. They still don't seem to have a theme most of the time B, just letting you know." Cooper winked and Blaine rolled his eyes.

"Your apartment," Mrs. Anderson commented, she ran a well polished finger across the side table with a vase of red and yellow roses and a group of pictures of Kurt and Blaine at the three different high school proms, "It's rather...dusty..."

"With all the money that you have in your bank account, which fortunately we recovered after that Sue Sylvester drained it last year, you could have afforded help to clean this place. It really does show that your woman here," he waved a hand in Kurt's general direction and Blaine shot a pissed off look at the man who had paid for him to be raised by expensive nannies and elite schools, "doesn't understand a single thing about proper etiquette."

"Kurt, is my soon to be husband. He is my man, my longterm boyfriend," Blaine stated again. He hated when Kurt was put down by anyone and that included his biological parents.

Kurt stood quietly, inside he wanted to throw insults back in self-defense, but due to Kurt's strong relationship with his father, he wanted Blaine to at least have a neutral relationship with his distant parents. His parents who had seemed to alienate him because of his sexuality.

"It's a shame really," Mrs. Anderson said and Blaine crossed his arms tightly around his chest, "You used to be obedient, so loyal, so...well groomed."

Blaine looked away and then said bitterly, "Times have changed mother. I am able to make my own decisions, I'm not a dog or any other kind of trained animal."

Mr. Anderson shot a knowing look at his wife before nodding. It was then that Mrs. Anderson seemed to begin saying words that didn't sound like English and Kurt had to strain to hear what was going on, any of what was being said.

All of a sudden Kurt noticed Blaine begin to act strange, he was twitching and gripping to his arm as he looked in pain. His eyes had tears and Kurt immediately rushed to his side as Blaine seemed to fold in half.

"Blaine, honey," Kurt started, his arms moving around nervously as Cooper flinched back, his face showing so much sadness and regret. "Baby, speak to me, tell me what's going on. Do you want me," Blaine was on the ground and Kurt crouched next to him as the Andersons prepared to leave. "Blaine, do you need me to call an ambulance," the brunette asked terrified, "Tell me what hurts. What can I d-d-d" Blaine's face was changing, heck his whole body was changing. It wasn't as if he was paling over or turning red, his bone structure seemed to be changing drastically and before Kurt knew it, soft curly FUR had appeared all over. There was a noise behind them and then Kurt caught it, a tail, a tail sticking out the back of Blaine's pants which were getting fur over them as well and Blaine seemed to be shrinking. He was getting to be so small, there was a click of the door closing (the Andersons had all juts left the apartment).

Kurt's hand was trembling, Blaine was big enough to fit in a suitcase now and his eyes, his nose, they were canine like and Kurt backed away as he realized he was looking at a dog instead of a human. His eyes were wide, terrified, and he was struck speechless. Blaine was now big enough to fit in a backpack, a USPS priority mail medium box, a shoebox, and then it stopped with this little puppy on the floor.

Kurt felt the sweat on his face, his whole body shaking as he took in what appeared to be a small, only a few months old, black, curly haired puppy.

"B-Blaine?" he asked as the puppy turned towards him with fear in his wide, still honey-amber, eyes.

" 'Ark. 'Ark. 'Ark." the puppy tried, seeming to make some attempt to communicate with him. Soon the puppy was lifting a paw, still unsteady on its feet and touching its face and then body. This was Blaine. This was Blaine.

"H-Honey?" Kurt tried again but all he received was an,

" 'Ark"