I'm thinking of changing the title into United Klainedom Chronicles. Thought it might be a catchier title.
Ok. So I did not sleep because this story just goes on in my head right now. Hope you can take some of your time to read this. :) Maybe some reviews. But I still do love you for reading it :)
I don't own the characters of Kurt Hummel nor Blaine Anderson
Now what do I do with you, Kurt half asked himself and the puppy. He noticed the prominence of hazel in the eyes of the pup.
You look so much like a human. And reacts like one too, thought Kurt.
He recalled the way the dog looked at him when he put it down. Tired. Restless. Like it was carrying the whole world on his shoulders.
"Hey! Hey!", Kurt suddenly yelled at the pup, "Don't eat my sweater! Do you know how much I've went through to get this?" The pup looked at him with the most adorable pleading eyes.
"Awww..you are hungry. Wait in there furball. I'll get you something to eat."
Kurt received a grateful yelp.
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Not that it was a crime to think that one is adorable but Blaine can't help noticing himself for thinking only about how gorgeous the man was that took him in. Of all the places and of all the people he could have the luck to find a beautiful man, it had to be somewhere he was most beaten up. Manhattan was not a good place to be in as a stray pup. Let alone a stray man. Who's naked. On the latest point of the night.
He could go through with this recent (and awesome) development in his life. However, he can't get past the feeling of knots when that blue eyes (such striking blue with a hint of green) stares at him. Now he was trying so hard not to think of himself naked on this man's house. For as sure as his curse exists, he will not past the chance to know this person. And probably make him break the curse.
Moments later, Kurt opened his apartment door to find the pup asleep near his slippers. Although he was careful not to wake it up, the pup's head jerked right up at the sound of the door.
"Sorry to wake you up. But I think you'll love what I have on my hand right now"
The pup barked heartily.
"Ok, furball, I need to start on my moisturizing routine." The pup barked enthusiastically. Kurt smiled at his energy only to be confused at how agitated it really appeared. "What's wrong furball?" The hazel eyed pup yelp and scratched the door of his apartment.
"What do you want furball, huh? You can't go outside. If somebody catches you, you'll be dead. And I'll be dead since you are making such a racket."
But the pup continued to cause a ruckus. It leaped from the front to Kurt windows.
"Ok furball. I will let you outside. But from this window. Stay on the roof or whatever but don't wander off. Ok?"
A pleading yelp from the pup.
"Why are you in such a hurry?", Kurt wondered as he opened his window. "Come again Blaine", Kurt hurried after the pup and the pale faced boy heard a muffled yelp as it made its way up.
Kurt didn't notice that the moon was moving high among the clouds and the difference of the pup's bark from a man's throaty yes.
