A/N: Greetings once more! Here's a quick update. I'm sorry for the complete randomness of it, but this story needed a little more fluff...even it it does end up slightly violent. Blame all of the fantasy battles I read and watch for that. Anyway, enjoy!


Kurt finished his second cup of coffee and looked at his computer. Google was open, the little line blinking in the search box, waiting for him to type something in.

"Hmm...what should I search?" he thought aloud, then smiled. His fingers were slightly spastic on the keys as he typed the word 'fluff'.

His eyes scanned the results, running over the usual adorable offers of puppies and kitties. They stopped when they reached something different. 'Watch Fluffy Sheep For Free', it said.

It was probably the caffeine working, but Kurt squeaked in glee when he saw it, and immediately clicked on it. He was given a picture of an adorable, fluffy sheep snuffling and bleating at a camera. "Aaw! Blaine HAS to see this!" He whipped out his phone, pressing the speed dial button for Blaine.

He picked it up after the second ring? "...Kurt?" he asked a little sleepily. It was a little past midnight, and Kurt was still in Dalton's library, on a computer he may or may not be allowed to use, with a twice-filled empty coffee cup—that definitely wasn't allowed in there—on the table next to the computer monitor. But Kurt didn't care. He knew Blaine would be awake!

"Blaine! Come to the library! Quickly!" Kurt said, then pressed the 'End Call' button. As he stuffed the phone back in his pocket, he wondered if he'd been spoken too urgently. "Do you think Blaine will be worried?" he asked the live image of the sheep on his computer screen.

It baa-ed.

Kurt took that as a 'yes' when Blaine appeared in the doorway a minute later, breathing heavily as if from a run. "Kurt? What happened?" he panted.

"Oh! I'm sorry, Blaine! I didn't want you to be worried! I just wanted you to see this sheep!"

"...What?" Blaine noticed the empty coffee cup that definitely wasn't allowed in the library, sitting on Kurt's table.

Kurt followed the glance. "Oh, that! Well, I guess I might be slightly hyper." He stood up, and wheeled another rolling chair next to his. "But you have to check out this sheep!"

"Um, okay," Blaine said, sitting down next to Kurt. "So what exactly am I looking at?" His question was followed by a loud "BAA!" from the sheep.

"Well, some farmer—herder?—decided to put one of his sheep on a live webcam! Isn't it freakin' adorable?"

The sheep nestled up to the camera, bumping it with its little nose, before giving another bleat. "Aaw!" Blaine said, his soft spot for animals kicking in.

"Told ya!" Kurt blurted, hooking his fingers under his chair. They watched the adorable sheepy move around for a few minutes.

Suddenly, there was a blur of grey fur and a snarl. The camera screen fizzled and went dark.

Kurt fell out of his chair in caffeine-heightened shock. "It died, it died! The fluff died!" he moaned, rolling slightly on his back.

Blaine, seeing his friend in distress, looked at the computer screen, hoping to see something that would console Kurt...and to stop his moaning. A teacher could hear. "Oh! The farmer-herder-person posted an update! The wolf hit the camera, not the sheep. That's why it went dark."

"Yay!" squeaked Kurt, sitting up.

"Here's another. You don't need to worry about the wolf because...the farmer shot it." His voice fell flat towards the end of the sentence.

Kurt slumped back against the floor.

Blaine felt somehow obligated to read the next update to Kurt. After all, it was his fluffy discovery. "...And the sheep died of a heart attack..." he managed to say.

"NO! The fluff DID die!" Kurt moaned, rolling on the floor.

Blaine knew then that he probably should have kept his mouth shut. He had to make Kurt happy again! Not only did he hate seeing his friend sad, but Kurt would never forgive him if he got his sweater dirty on the floor. He seemed to notice the computer for the first time, the Google search bar at the top of the window. "Wanna look up some cute pictures of llamas?" he blurted, the first thought that came to mind.

Kurt immediately perked up. "I love me some llamas!" he said. Shooting up from the floor and ignoring his fallen seat, he squeezed onto Blaine's chair, next to his boyfriend.


Up Next: Since I've already got the next few chapters written, I thought I'd might as well give you a little preview of what's to come!

So! What happens next? Kurt and Blaine watch the Titanic...or, well, part or the Titanic.

Please review! I'd love to hear what you have to say :D