A/N

Hi *hides*

Just going to say sorry now for how long it has taken to upload/write this! School is hectic right now with revision and work and blerg.

Updates will be sporadic until June 18th when I finish my exams, after that they'll be more regular. yay!

Okay, short chapter but it was a good place to end, I'm sorry for the ending.

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It had been a couple of weeks since that night and things were good between the two men again. Blaine found he was more comfortable with Kurt and in the apartment. He didn't feel like a guest as much anymore and he could see himself there in the long term. He didn't worry that today would be his last day with Kurt anymore. When he fell asleep at night he didn't worry about nightmares but fell asleep knowing if he were to have one that Kurt was just next door and he knew that Kurt would be there for him. All of these comforts had lead to changes in his behaviour.

For Kurt, he felt he knew Blaine better and it helped him to pick up and understand Blaine's traits. If Blaine had a nightmare then Kurt didn't have to get Blaine to explain in detail but Blaine could explain now without being shy or nervous of Kurt's reactions.

Although Kurt's past up until a few years ago was still a mystery to Blaine he felt comfortable around him. He was itching to know what had got his Kurt so jumpy sometimes and what had happened after soft more year at college but he knew when Kurt was ready, he'd tell him. He trusted Kurt on this. There was one problem with this new dose of feelings and new found trust. Blaine's feelings towards Kurt were stronger and he found himself staring and he whilst he was watching TV or having dreams about being lay in his arms or kissing him when he came home from work. These were feelings Blaine had never really felt before and he wasn't sure how to deal with them or even if they were reciprocated.

Blaine hadn't noticed it but Kurt definitely had. Blaine had slowly began to reveal more of his puppy side, not just around Kurt but Kurt would come home and find him doing something that would be associated with a dog naturally. Blaine slept curled up in a ball now, his head by his legs and a defined curve made by his back. Kurt had noticed it when he went to check on him before he left for work one morning. The hybrid had been curled up snoring softly and Kurt had, had to take a second look to shake images of a puppy from his head. A few days later Kurt had came home to find Blaine sprawled on the mat, in a sun beam, rubbing his back along the carpet softly with a wide grin on his face. Kurt had stood for a while in the doorway looking at him, noting how his demeanour had changed since they'd talked. He didn't make the link though.

The thing about Blaine was he hadn't been comfortable in his hybrid form simply because of the treatment he'd received. With all the negativity towards him and the way he was he'd begun to accept that he was wrong and that they were right. Sure, at first he'd brushed it off, told himself they were wrong and he'd believed them. As time wore on though, as he ended up on the streets, he began to lose this faith in himself. His thoughts started fighting each other and it began so bad that he was fighting a losing battle, with himself. By the time Kurt had found him, saved him, he was agreeing with them, he was ashamed of himself and didn't want to be who he was.

Really, that never changed with Blaine, not in all the time he'd been with the vogue worker. Little bits of it had chipped away but with the constant reminder of what they'd said to him in his nightmares it became impossible for any self love to come into it. There was something now though, something that Blaine hadn't felt for a very long time – acceptance. He'd convinced himself that Kurt just wanted some excitement and something new when he took Blaine in, he figured it was a sympathetic move for the poor, desperate hybrid. Now though, with how Kurt had reacted to his stories and how the Rachel situation had gone so far – Blaine had to rethink.

Kurt had been sat at his desk thinking about this for the past few days. Although Blaine was still Blaine he seemed different. It was frustrating Kurt that he couldn't put his finger on why. He knew Blaine had become more puppy over the past week, that much had been obvious, but he couldn't for the life of him figure out why.

When Kurt was trying to figure out why Blaine was acting a certain way he had a three step process. First he thought of what had happened before the incident and the surrounding factors, and then he went back and thought of all Blaine had told him about his past and tried to link the problem or situation to that before finally asking Blaine. It might have seemed like he should ask Blaine first but Kurt knew Blaine was most likely to shrink back into himself or brush it off; it's the reason it was last resort.

Kurt had done the first step and few times and was just repeating stage two when he had an idea. He hadn't worked out why Blaine was doing this but he thought of something that would make Blaine happy. He'd have to go shopping after work to get something though; he just hoped Blaine didn't take it the wrong way.

On leaving work Kurt sent Blaine a text telling him he'd be a little late and not to worry if he didn't turn up for a little while. After getting a reply form Blaine he headed to the shops close to his work to pick up a few things. It didn't take him too long to get what he wanted and was home within the hour. He found Blaine curled up on one end of the sofa when he got home, book clutched in his hands, immersed in his own world as he read.

"Hey Blainer's" Kurt called to him softly, so not to startle him.

"Oh hi Kurt!" Blaine smiled happily, placing his book down.

"So I bought you something today, I don't want you to take it the wrong way and if you don't like it, I'll take it straight back okay? I just thought maybe you might like them, lately more than ever."

"Okay, what is it?" he asked, bouncing excitedly at the idea of a present, his tail wagging behind him now he was sat up.

Kurt reached around for the bag and took the first thing out of it. It was a soft toy with rope arms in the shape of a rabbit. Kurt didn't want to look at Blaine because he was scared of his reaction. He did however look up when he felt a hand on his leg briefly. He looked down and saw Blaine looking excited, wagging like mad still, but he seemed to be pleasing for the toy now. Kurt took this as a good sign and handed the rabbit over to Blaine. The puppy immediately took it over to a corner of the room and started to look it over.

Kurt though he'd wait to give him the rest of the bag contents until later and got up to make dinner, Blaine happily occupied so didn't notice he left.

He chose to make a bolognaise for dinner, it was quick and it had been a while since he'd had one. As he chopped the onions for frying he thought again about Blaine's reaction. It wasn't like it would have been when Blaine reverted to full dog mode but it was still defiantly his hybrid taking over. Whilst frying the mince the elder came to the realisation he was happy to see Blaine like this. With all the stress Blaine had been through it was nice to see him relax and give into the instincts he'd been clearly holding back. As he thought this he could hear Blaine making noises of contentment and smiles, carrying on with what he was doing.

He was just cooking the pasta when he felt two arms circle his waist a kiss be placed on his neck, shivers running down his back as a hot breath whispered 'thank you' to him. The action its self had startled Kurt, he still wasn't good with sudden grasps but when he'd felt the tail swishing by their ankles and the nose nuzzling into his neck in thanks he relaxed.

"You're welcome Blaine. Good present then?" he asked. Instead of an answer he just got a nod in the crease of his neck and a light squeeze to his waist. It wasn't unusual for them to cuddle but what made 5this time different was Kurt's want to place his arms over Blaine's and turn for an awkward but sweet kiss. He was practically holding himself back from it but his body wanted, no needed it. Woah, this is new he thought.

Kurt finished making dinner with Blaine wrapped around him and the hybrid only broke away so they could sit at Kurt's small table to eat the dinner. The conversation over dinner was the generic 'tell me about your day' stuff with compliments about the food in-between. Blaine helped wash up but then practically dragged Kurt to the sofa again and asked to see what else Kurt had bought him.

"Well, I saw the rab-"

"Mr Flopsy" Blaine interrupted and Kurt suppressed a laugh.

"Okay, well I saw Mr Flopsy and couldn't resist but I thought maybe you'd like this too" he explained as he pulled out what can only be classed as the holy grail of all dog toys. A squeaking tennis ball. As it came into view Kurt gave it a little squeeze so it squeaked and Blaine barked with excitement.

"Kuuuuurt! You got me a tennis ball! Throw it for me?" Blaine exclaimed.

Kurt didn't think that would be Blaine's reactions but complied none the less, taking full advantage of the open door leading to Blaine's room and the distance from the couch to it, Kurt though the tennis ball. Blaine belted after it and bought it back to Kurt, looking pleased with himself. this carried on a few more times until Blaine saw the time and notified Kurt that Americas Next Top Model was about to start.

The boys settled down in front of the TV to watch it, both scrutinising the girls choices and getting annoyed at the bitchy ones. It was different for Kurt to see how Blaine went from playing with a tennis ball to scrutinising outfits in a meter of seconds. Kurt could deal with that.

The next two days went much like this, Kurt went to work like usual whilst Blaine did what he wanted, including writing more 'articles' from Kurt's designs. Kurt would come home and he and Blaine play with Blaine's toys, sometimes going for a walk before and then eat tea and watch TV. It was surreal but nice.

On the third day after it began Kurt came home and was instantly jumped on and had an arm full of weight. Unfortunately for both involved Kurt was not prepared for this and as much as he tried to support both weights they fell forward and landed in a heap. A distinct crack was followed by a howl of pain. Blaine was not okay.

im sorry :(