A/N: Just...I don't even know why I wrote this. I just really like cats. And come on, Kurt is totally a cat. Also, this is Blaine at about three? Maybe a little older. I based the way he talks after my cousin, who's only two. He can't pronounce his l's. Adorable kid.
"Aha! Ha!" Blaine erupted into giggles as the small kitten walked into his lap. "It kickews!"
The kitty purred, and padded it's way up Blaine's stomach, causing the boy to release more contagious laughter.
"Kikky! Kikky!" Blaine ran his hands up and down the kitten's sides, causing it to purr loudly.
"I kike my kikky," Blaine said, pressing a kiss to the kitten's head. The kitten nuzzled Blaine nose. "Hah!"
The kitten licked Blaine's cheek before plopping down onto his lap, circling around until comfortable, and burying it's head into Blaine's stomach.
"Blaine," his mother called from the kitchen, "it's time for you to go to bed."
"Shhhhhhhh!" Blaine exclaimed, causing the kitten to raise it's head slightly. He let it back down. "Yew wake Kurt!"
His mom walked into the living room. "Kurt?"
"Da kikky!" he half whispered, half shouted.
"Oh," his mother said. She bent down and went to pick up the kitten, but Blaine shielded him from her. "Well, I guess Kurt could sleep in your bed tonight."
"Yay!" Blaine shouted. The cat stood up, and he grabbed it around it's stomach.
"Gentle, dear. Don't hurt him," his mother said.
"I won't, Mommy. I kike Kurt." Blaine cradled the kitten in his arms during the short walk to his room. He got under his Buzz Lightyear comforter and nestled into pillows while little Kurt padded around next to him. His mother said goodnight and turned out the lights.
"G'night, Kurt," Blaine set. He gave the fur one last gentle tug before letting sleep take over him.