A/N: Glee does not belong to me but to Ryan Murphy and co-creators. Reed belongs to CP Coulter, he's just making a cameo.

Blaine liked his new home. He liked his bed, he liked the food, he liked his new owners. Most of all, he liked Kurt, the kitten. Ever since he moved from his mothers side to the Hudson-Berry house, he had been a bit apprehensive on whether or not he'd be able to fit into his new surroundings. Of course he missed his family, his mother and his brothers and sisters. They will always be a part of him. And for a while, he became a bit depressed, crying at night for his mom or for Will and Emma. However, it all seemed alright in the end, for Kurt would always just stretch out his back, calmly tread his way over to the puppies bed and burrow his face to Blaine's side . All the while, he purred quite loudly since it was probably one of the only things to calm the poor pup down.

Everything seemed okay as long as he had Kurt.

One morning, Blaine woke up a bit earlier than usual, sensing that something was wrong. He stretched out and yawned widely, trying to figure out what was it that was bothering him. Coldness hits him and he realizes that Kurt isn't there. Blaine gasps and looks around frantically. "Kurt? Kurt where are you?" he cried. Kurt never gets up before Blaine. The brown and white mutt was always the one that had to jump on Kurt to get him to get off his lazy bum and play. No wondered he was worried. This wasn't normal at all. Blaine walked around the small apartment, sniffing everything and everywhere to find his little friend. He spots a golden brown tail, lying limply on the ground and carefully walks up to it.

Blaine sniffs the tail and verifies that it is indeed Kurt's tail. "Kurt?" he whimpers, touching the tail with his nose. When it didn't move at all, Blaine started to howl. "Oh no! You're dead! Why Kurt! Why! Why do the good die young!" he wailed, collapsing on Kurt's body while sobbing hysterically. "I'll miss him! I'll miss him so much! His eyes, his nose, his cute little giggle. Why is the world so cruel!"

"I'm asking myself that now. Blaine? Will you please do me a favor and get up so I can breathe?"

Blaine yelped, jumping off the small cat before breaking out in a grin and tackling him down, "Kurt! You're alive!"

The feline grunted. "Ugh, yes I'm alive! And you just scared off my prey!" Blaine sat up, blinking, "Prey?" Kurt rolled his eyes, annoyed, "Yes. I was just in the right position, watching and waiting for the perfect opportunity to jump on this mouse I found but as soon as he heard you, he ran off."

Blaine's ears drooped, tail no longer wagging. "I'm sorry...I thought you were hurt." Kurt sighed then smiled, "I know. I'm sorry for getting mad..." Kurt smirked at him and said, "So...you think my giggle is cute?"

Blaine felt his face grow really warm. He stuttered a bit, not entirely sure what to say in this particular situation. "I...I uhh..."

"You...?"

"I...have to use the bathroom!" he barked, running to Rachel and Finn's bedroom door. Rachel yawned, rolling over in bed, "Finn. Your dog needs to go outside."

Finn groaned, "Why is he my dog? He's your dog too."

"Not before 7 am on my day off, he isn't."

Her husband grunted but got up anyway, walking to the door. Blaine looked up at a half naked Finn, rubbing away the eye junk and sleepiness. Blaine whined, prodding Finn's leg. He laughed quietly, "Alright, alright, I get it. You have to go. Let me open the door for you alright." Blaine whined a bit but was relieved when Finn finally opened the bathroom door.

Blaine was house trained by Will as soon as he was able to move around. That's why he was easily able to go on the newspaper in the bathroom. Nevertheless, everyone has their accidents. The one time he made an "uhoh" as Finn liked to call it, it would be the last. It was traumatizing for Blaine. Rachel had come and saw Blaine in the act and her scream was so high pitched, Blaine's poor sensitive hearing couldn't take it. It was the first and last time he would ever do that anywhere near Rachel or her precious carpets.

Finn waited for Blaine to finish just outside the door. "Why don't you just go in there, yourself?" Rachel had asked once.

"I can't. It's an invasion of privacy."

"He's a dog, Finn, I don't think he'll mind."

"I know but still. It's weird. He's like a little human. I can't do that to him. It's just not cool."

Blaine barked, catching Finn's attention. "You done then, little buddy?" he asked, pushing the door open. Blaine looked up at him, tongue out and tail wagging. "Arf!"

Finn moved into the kitchen where Rachel had finally gotten up and was currently serving herself some cereal. "Hey, Rach. Have you ever noticed that Blaine has eyebrows that look like triangles?"

Rachel looked up from the New York Times then over to Blaine. "Hmm...you're right. So?" Finn shrugged, "Don't you find it a bit weird that a dog even has eyebrows in the first place?"

Rachel rolled her eyes. 'So that's where Kurt got it from,' Blaine pondered, watching the adults talk. "It's just part of Blaine's charm, Finn. It makes him different from other dogs."

Finn smirked, "Charm, huh? You really do like Blaine, don't you?" Rachel took a sip from her coffee cup, "Well of course, I lo-OH MY GOD!" Kurt screeched, jumping up onto the couch while Blaine ran under the table. Finn gasped, "What! What! What's wrong!"

The young Broadway actress pointed at something by the couch, "It's a rat! A rat!" All the males in the household followed Rachel's finger and sure enough, there was a small, brown mouse scurrying down the carpet.

Kurt grinned, "He's mine."

And the race began. The mouse squeaked in terror when a cat started to chase it around the room. Blaine, wanting to help, also started to run for it while Finn took out a broom. Rachel climbed up onto the table, squealing at any sign of the mouse. Finally, the mouse climbed up to the window and ran outside. Finn quickly closed it and collapsed on the bed. "Phew. That sure gets the adrenaline going, doesn't it?" Finn said. Rachel was not amused. "We have rats."

"Come on, Rachel, it was one little mouse. It probably just came through the window when we left it open last night. It's gone now so everything's fine."

"Everything is not fine, Finn. Have you forgotten where we live? New York. And if it has slipped your mind, not only do the greatest Broadway musicals/plays are here but also big, monster sized rats that live in the sewers and can come up in your toilet."

At that, Finn shivered.

Rachel carefully stepped off the table and picked up the phone. "I'm calling an exterminator. We can have rat nests in our walls at this very moment."

"Rats don't give birth in walls. They make nests on ground level or underground."

Rachel stared at him hard, making him blush, "What? I watch Animal Planet sometimes. And the Discovery Channel." Rachel shook her head, "Still, I don't want to take the chance. I'm calling for an exterminator." Finn sighed, usually when his wife made a decision, she sticks to it and nothing will make her budge. Getting Blaine had been on of the very few exceptions.

Speaking of which, the pup was crawling over to Kurt who was looking very irritated. "Kurt. What's an exit mator?"

The cat licked his paw, "It's exterminator. It's a person who comes to somebody's house and kills the pests."

Blaine gave a horrified shriek, "The pets?"

Kurt bopped him on the nose, "Not pets, pests. Like bugs and rodents. Haven't you ever watched The Mousetrap?"

Blaine shook his head, plopping down on the floor. "No. What's a trap?"

"It's like a cage. Anything that can catch the mouse. Sigh. I wish I could have caught that mouse though."

Blaine tilted his head to the side, "Why? It didn't look that yummy."

"Not to eat it. Just catch it. And before you ask why, it's because that's what all cats do. They catch mice. And birds."

Blaine laid down, soaking in this new information. He had no idea cats had to do so many things. It seemed tiring. Especially the bird part, that must be difficult. "Well, if cats chase mice and birds, what do dogs catch?"

Kurt thought a moment, "Hmm...I'm not sure. Cars, I think. I saw it in a movie once...and that guy who brings in the mail." Blaine scrunched up his nose, "Why? He smells like those flowers down by the park. What did Rachel call them? Jeramum?"

His friend shrugged, "I don't know. I don't really like the flowers. Too smelly."

Rachel came walking back in, phone in hand, "This is not an issue I'm willing to discuss Finn. I don't care if rats only give birth in the clouds, I am calling an exterminator just to be sure we don't get an infestation." Finn pouted, (he insisted that he was scowling), "Rachel, it's just one little mouse. And he's gone now. It probably wasn't even a rat. It looked like one of those fancy schmancy rats that people keep for pets. Maybe he ran away from his owner or something." Rachel gave him a look, making him sigh, "Fine. Call the exterminator. Can you just make sure it's one of those humane trap exterminators? I don't want Kurt and Blaine around rat poison. It could hurt them." Rachel smiled warmly, touched by her husbands thoughtfulness. "Yes of course. I don't want to kill it, I just want it gone."

That night while Blaine and Kurt were snuggled in bed, Blaine couldn't seem to get to sleep. He kept thinking about that mouse they saw earlier. "Do you think he has a family?" he asked. Kurt hummed in his sleep, "Who?"

"That mouse. Do you think he has a family?" Kurt frowned, "I don' know...ma'be. Now...sleep. No talkin'." Blaine wanted to say something else but Kurt just climbed on top of him, effectively quieting him. "Guh...Kurt, you're heavy."

Kurt snorted, "Don' call me fat."

"I'm not, I'm just-" Scuff, scuff, scuff. He froze. He thought he heard something by the window. Scuff, scuff, scuff. There it is again. He tries to wiggle his way out from under Kurt but the cat was proving to be quite the heavy opponent. "Kurt," he whispered, "I hear something. And I smell cheese. Not the good kind either like the one on Finn's hot dog. Which by the way is a very inappropriate name for a food."

Kurt grumbled, "Can you please jus' be quie'? Tryin' ta sleep."

"But Kurt, there's someone here! I can hear them!"

Kurt buried his face in Blaine's fur, "Jus' ignore it. Probably jus' da wind." Scurry, scurry, scurry. SQUEAK.

That woke Kurt up. He got off of the pup and looked around, ears up and alert. "Okay...that wasn't the wind."

Squeak.

Kurt crouched down low, ears back, "Don't come any closer! I haven't been declawed yet!"

Blaine heard a terrified squeak and heard someone say, "WAIT!" They both blinked. "Did it just talk?" Kurt asked. Something moved and they saw a huge shadow with big ears and huge paws. Blaine whined and huddled closer to his friend, whom was trying very hard not tremble in fear. Suddenly, out of the shadows came the small mouse they had seen earlier that day. It was reddish brown in color, big brown eyes and a small pink nose that twitched nervously. "Umm...hi," it said in a peculiar high voice. Kurt and Blaine stared at it, then out of nowhere, Kurt pounced, making the mouse squeak in terror. "You dare come back to my home, rodent?" Kurt hissed, attempting to be terrifying. In reality, Kurt's small mewls couldn't even be heard over the television in Rachel and Finn's room. But it was enough to scare the poor mouse. "Wait, wait, wait! I didn't come here for revenge or anything! I just...I just left a few things and wanted to take it back with me!" Kurt didn't let go, growling slightly.

Blaine watched in anticipation. "Well...are you going to eat it?"

The feline made a face at Blaine, "No, of course not."

"Then what are you going to do with it?"

"Umm..."

The mouse chirped up, "Might I make a suggestion and just...let me go?" Kurt looked down at the small rat then huffed, letting the mouse go.

Blaine smiled, tail wagging in relief, "Great! Now that that's all settled, my name's Blaine. And my friend here is Kurt. What's your name?" Kurt shook his head, "I can't believe we're introducing ourselves to a mouse."

Said mouse was looking between them nervously and opted to stay closer to Blaine. In a bold move, he said, "I'm Reed the dormouse. Nice to meet you."

"Listen Reed, if that's your real name, I'm letting you go only because Blaine seems to like making new friends and hates to see others get hurt. But I swear, you bring anymore of your friends into this house, I'll catch and you deal with the exterminator," the cat snarled. Reed gasped and scurried between Blaine's front paws, "There's just me I promise! I don't have anyone else to invite over here. I don't have friends."

Blaine's jaw dropped, "You don't have friends? Well that's it then! We'll be your friends! Won't we Kurt."

Kurt just looked at him as if he grew a second head. "I can't be friends with him! He's a mouse!"

"So?"

"It's against the laws of nature."

"I never studied law, so I wouldn't know. Come on, look at him, he's so small and fluffy. Like a cotton ball!"

"Blaine, he's a rat! A rat is a rat is a rat! Remember what Rachel said!"

"Excuse me," a meek little voice interrupted their conversation.

"What?" both parties yelled, making poor little Reed stutter as he spoke, "I-I was...was j-just wondering...if...if Kurt c-c-can be f-friends with B-b-blaine, why can't he b-b-be friends with m-me?"

Both pets blinked their eyes at him. "What do you mean?" Blaine asked.

"W-well...if I'm not mistaken, Blaine is dog, yes?" He nodded in agreement. "And Kurt is a cat."

"What's your point, mouse?" Kurt snapped. Reed jumped a little but courageously kept going, "W-well...dogs and cats are like m-mice and c-c-cats. They hate each other b-because w-we're different."

Blaine laughed, "What are you talking about? Kurt's my best friend! Ask anybody we know! Well, no don't do that. The only ones we know is Finn, Rachel and that guy who gives us our mail."

"But it's true!" Reed said, gaining more strength in his voice, "Cats and dogs hate each other! It's weird seeing you two together. I've been watching you play around as if you're practically brothers from the same litter but that can't be. You're different."

Kurt looked affronted, "Just because we look different and like different things doesn't mean we can't be friends. That's just stupid."

Blaine smirked, "Oh really? So, it doesn't matter what or who your, it shouldn't stop you from being with the people you like?" Kurt nodded vigorously, "That's right."

"Doesn't matter if you're boy or girl. Cat or dog...mouse, even?"

"That's ri-...you little sneak." Blaine beamed, looking mighty proud of himself. Kurt sighed in defeat, "Alright, alright. We'll...try to be friends with the rat...I mean Reed." Blaine whooped, rolling around on the floor, singing, "We have a new friend! We have a new friend! Reed, how would you like to live with us. You don't have friends or family right? You can be our family." Reed looked up at the excitable puppy and turned to look at the irritated kitty, looking for disapproval. As if this were a giant joke and someone was about to yell, "JUST KIDDING!" and throw him out into the cold and lonely streets of New York. When none came, Reed smiled for the first time since the pets have met him and said, "I'd love to!"

Blaine grinned and started jumping again. Kurt rolled his eyes at Blaine but smiled to himself. Then he gasped softly, "Wait. What about the exterminator? Rachel called him and he'll be here in the morning." Blaine stopped his dancing and plopped on the ground with a thud, now worried, "Oh right. The traps."

Reed trembled, "Traps?" Blaine nodded, still thinking. "Oh! You can hide in small places right? Well, there's this hole by the wall in the dark corner of there where Rachel can never seem to reach and clean. You can hide there and we'll call you when the exterminator goes home." Reed nodded and thanked him, running off into the small corner. Kurt blinked, "Would it really work?"

Blaine shrugged, "Worth a try, right?" Kurt shook his head, "Blaine, you are so weird." Blaine laughed, "Yeah, but you love me anyway, right?" Kurt didn't say anything but walked back to bed, stretching out his back and laying himself on the very tiny futon. Blaine poked Kurt, his voice seeping with panic, "You do love me, right?" Silence. "Kurt!" The cat just giggled and moved over for Blaine to lay down, "Good night, Blaine."

The next day, just like Kurt said, the exterminator came in started to set up the mouse traps. Finn took Kurt and Blaine out back in their little yard just outside the apartment building to give the guy some time to work without interruptions.

"Do you think Reed will stay in that hiding spot?" Blaine asked, when he came back with the ball Finn made him fetch earlier. Kurt just shrugged, licking his front paw, "I don't know. We'll find out soon enough."

When they got back into the apartment, Rachel looked extremely ticked and the man was just smiling apologetically, "Sorry, miss, but I looked everywhere. There is no mouse in sight or in the walls, none that I can see. You're apartment is pest free." Rachel groaned, "Fine. Thank you for your time." Finn waited for the guy, his name was Bill, to leave before grinning triumphantly. "Do not look at me like that, Finn Hudson." Her husband shrugged, "I didn't say anything."

Blaine and Kurt ran over to the corner and called out for Reed. They waited a few moments and were relieved to see the brown fur ball crawling hesitantly out to greet them. Blaine grinned, "Don't leave the corner just yet. Rachel is still there and she can call the exterminator at any moment. Just hide for a bit. We'll bring you some food later on." Reed smiled, his stomach growling slightly, "Thanks."

The two pets wandered off into the living room, lying on the carpet, feeling lazy from all that hard(?) they've done since yesterday. Kurt rolled on his back, "Why did you insist on keeping Reed safe, Blaine?"

The dog looked up, "I guess...well, Reed's like us too you know. He didn't really have a home or someone to truly love him. I thought, maybe I could be that for him. Everyone deserves a family."

Kurt smiled, his eyes closing for a quick cat nap, "For the record Blaine. I do love you."

Blaine's tail wagged, making a loud thumping sounds on the carpet, "Really? Is it because I'm awesome? Which parts?"

"You're pushing it, Blaine."