The next morning, Blaine awoke with relief. The dog (and wow he really needed to give her a name) didn't so much as drool in his room, let alone pee or poop. He looked at his bedside table to see the time. 6:54 a.m. Even when he had nothing important to do, he was on time. For some reason it gave Blaine some comfort to know that he was still in his routine for waking up.
As it was, though, Blaine didn't know what he wanted to do now. He could just do his typical routine, except he had no work to go to, no flower orders to inspect, nothing.
The dog went from his shoulder to his chest, curling itself into a ball that melted Blaine's heart some more. Maybe having this dog wouldn't be too bad. Reaching for the nightstand, Blaine grabbed the book Cooper left to see exactly what he should do first.
On the first page, there was a spot where Blaine could write down the dog's name.
That's when Blaine realized that maybe he should name the furry creature now sharing his bed.
The current creature growled softly before getting off Blaine's chest and settling down next to Blaine's leg. It seemed like no matter where she was, she wanted to be touching Blaine.
Great. He's already imprinted on this dog.
Sighing, Blaine swung his legs off the bed (much to the dog's disappointment) and paddled over to his bathroom. He was already twenty minutes late into his routine.
Never mind that it didn't matter anymore.
When he returned to his bedroom, he noticed that she (still didn't have a good name...) had moved from his bed to the floor. Actually, it looked like she was slinking by the door. Did this dog really have such an obsession with Blaine already that it was sulking without him?
Blaine sighed. Maybe she needed to go outside.
Blaine checked his watch again. He was technically ahead of his-
Oh who was he kidding? He didn't need a schedule anymore.
He scooped up his dog and walked to the elevator door. With a push of a button, the doorman downstairs announced that a car would be waiting for him by the time he got downstairs. Blaine gave himself a small smile and padded over to the now opening doors of the elevator. He nodded to the attendant and steeled himself for the long trip down. The attendant kept making glances at Blaine's dog, which Blaine tried not to notice. Dogs were technically allowed. It's not like the policy said they weren't.
As soon as he reached the lobby, Blaine jogged out to the street so he can get in the car and grab some dog supplies. Cooper may have gotten him a dog, but he kind of forgot to get some other things that he might need. Like a water bowl, or dog food, or even a leash.
At the store, it was evident that the dog in his arms was going to get a lot of attention. Maybe because she was still a puppy, or maybe because, as he found out after looking it up, she was a chocolate lab, which meant she was going to be almost as big as Blaine in a few months.
The first thing Blaine did was grab a leash and collar, fitting it snuggly around her neck. The collar was semi-big, allowing room for unexpected growth that he had a feeling like she'd have. When it came to the tag, though, Blaine's mind went blank. What was he supposed to name her?
So he decided to leave the tags for last. He had to attach it to her collar at home anyways so that justified waiting in his mind.
Since, you know, he didn't know what the hell to call her.
Little kids kept running up to Blaine, cooing at the puppy in his arms and asking what her name was. After a while, Blaine just called her 'Mrs. Anderson.' Not the best name for a dog, but he figured, hey she was the only female in his life anymore.
Or ever.
Just then, as he was standing in the middle of the dog toy aisle, he felt somebody bump into him from behind, making him stumble forward and almost stepping on his dog and the couple of kids kneeling next to her.
"Oh my God I am so sorry!" The person from behind him exclaimed loudly in his ear. Blaine turned to give this man a piece of his mind, making him almost trample over the dog he barely wanted and...
And wow since when did Blaine feel attracted to men?
The man standing behind him turned out to be a few inches taller than Blaine, although he was much skinnier than him, which made him look even taller. He was wearing black skinny jeans with a blue Henley tucked into the waist. Over the Henley, he was wearing a black vest, with only three buttons resting gently on his stomach. He couldn't help but notice that he also appeared to be wearing a necklace with a ring on it, but Blaine's eyes drifted quickly past the man's neck right to his face and oh my
God he didn't know men's faces could look like that.
"I...Uh...it's alright?" Blaine spat out, although he felt his throat close up as he continued looking.
The man's head tilted to the side when Blaine spoke, his eyes blinking a couple times before he spoke again, "Do I know you?"
Blaine felt the blood rush out of his head. The one thing about his business that he always hated was, somehow, it made him incredibly famous. Then again, having a business that somehow managed to go from nothing to over a billion in just ten years AND being sold to Google would make anybody famous, it's just...
Did he ever get to just introduce himself anymore?
Before he could respond, though, the man's eyes widened, "Oh God and I just knocked right into you, I'm sorry!" He gestured to his feet, where Blaine didn't even think to look before gawking like a middle school girl.
He glanced down to the man's feet (which was wrapped to mid calf in black leather boots which good lord should not be so hot) to see a dog pulling at a leash. The dog wasn't very big, maybe the size of a flower vase, but it looked like it was a few years old. The dog was barking at Blaine's dog, but it didn't look like his dog was minding actually.
"It looks like little Carreras likes your puppy." The man continued, a smile brushing his face and oh wow he's more attractive with that smile.
"Uhh..." Blaine looked at his puppy, barking happily at... "Carreras?"
"Yeah." The man scratched the back of his neck, "One of the three tenors. I had a bird named Pavarotti once, and I thought it'd be nice to continue the tradition..."
Blaine felt a smile tug at his lips, "I knew who Carreras was, just didn't know if I heard you correctly."
The man's head threw back in a laugh, exposing the long line of his neck, and Blaine felt his mouth water with a want to touch, lick, bite-
Wait, Blaine, what are you doing? He felt a blush creep up his cheeks.
"What's his name?" The man's head came back down just as Blaine ducked his head down to look at the floor. Maybe it'll help with his thoughts if he stopped looking at the man. Unfortunately, he apparently still had to talk to him.
"Uhh...I just got her yesterday so..." Blaine kicked the tiled floor under his feet, "Not sure?"
Blaine glanced up to see that the other guy's eyes were twinkling and Blaine had to look away again. This was going to get embarrassing fast.
"Well, let's see." The guy kneeled down to Blaine's dogs face. His dog immediately jumped up and started licking all over the guy, causing a laugh from him and a groan from Blaine.
"I'm so sorry." Blaine groaned out again.
"Ah it's alright! It just means she likes me." The man cooed at her, reaching out and scratching the top of her head with his long fingers.
Oh wow since when did Blaine notice the length of men's fingers?
"Still." Blaine ignored the instinct to drag the man's head to his crotch, something he never thought he'd be thinking about doing, "It's not really polite."
The man laughed again and looked up to Blaine (oh wow that's a look Blaine could get used to), "What kind of dog is she?"
"Chocolate lab." Blaine felt proud that saying that didn't make him think bad nasty thoughts.
"Hm." The man mused on the ground, "And your name?"
Blaine sighed. He didn't know his name. That's a refresher. "My name's Blaine."
The man grinned at him, "Kurt."
Kurt.
Blaine smiled down at him, "Nice to meet you, Kurt."
"Likewise." He turned back to the dog on the ground, "Hmmm, what should Blaine name you sweetie-cheeks?"
Blaine's heart did not do a flip at the pet name Kurt said. He would deny it forever.
"What do you think?" Blaine slipped out. He didn't know the proper etiquette for asking other people their opinions on names. Really, he wasn't even sure if he should ask.
Kurt, however, didn't seem to think it weird, so maybe Blaine got lucky this time, "Well, she's super nice." Kurt scratched under her chin and Blaine finally noticed the little sprinkle of white just below her chin, almost on her throat.
"It kind of looks like that's frosted on her..." Kurt mused, "It's almost like a cupcake."
"Cupcake." Blaine grinned, "That sounds perfect actually. Cupcake."
Kurt jerked his head up to Blaine's eyes, "Oh sorry!" He got off the ground and stood completely up to full height, "Did I...I didn't mean to..."
Blaine internally laughed at Kurt's awkwardness, "That's alright. I like it. Cupcake. It kind of matches."
"Yeah?" Kurt gave a tentative smile. He looked at Cupcake.
"Yeah." Blaine smiled back. Cupcake was perfect.
"Well." Kurt glanced back at Blaine briefly and darted back to Carreras, "It's time to take this guy out for a walk!" He tugged a little at the dog's collar, and Carreras bound through Kurt's legs and sat behind him. Kurt laughed, "Nice to meet you Blaine!"
"Uh...yeah!" Blaine gulped, "You too!"
No Blaine did not watch Kurt walk away. No siree. Nor did he see Kurt's hips sway ever so slightly, and making Blaine's cheeks heat up even more.
He sighed and looked down at his new do-Cupcake. Blaine smiled even just saying it, "You know, you actually kind of are a Cupcake."
She barked softly and wagged her tail.
Cupcake.
