A/N: I know that some of you requested to see some Hummel and Anderson parental units and I'm working on that, along with the sequel to Realization. I'm getting there, pee-pole-ehs. :D

It's only fair that Klaine gets a dog. Afterall, they've had guinea pigs and cats. Also prompted by Anon.

Chapter Rating: Teen for language

Disclaimer: I own Glee! Just kidding. D,:

Doggy in the Window:

"Kurttttttt," Blaine said into the phone, a grin tugging at the sides of his mouth.

An audible sigh sounded from the other end. Kurt was at work. "Yes, baby? Can you make it quick? I'm busy."

"I need you to pick some things up from the store on the way home, 'kay?"

"Like what? I'm not purchasing any more of your fucking potato chips, Blaine Anderson," snapped Kurt.

"No, no. N-Not potato chips...Dog food."

"Dog food? Why would we need that? Oh, my God. Blaine...Blaine, you did not!" shouted Kurt.

Blaine could practically picture is his fuming expression. "It was in a box on the street corner, Kurt," whined Blaine. He was desperate to make this work. One-armed, he scooped up the hyper puppy nipping at his feet. "A box. Like, all alone with nobody to take care of him. He's so cute, Kurtie. He's got these floppy ears and huge eyes - it's just the sweetest thing. And I did some research! Guess what? Dog food is pretty damn cheap. I think we can afford it with our wages..."

"Hell. No," snarled the brunette. "I told you that we weren't going to get any pets. They are expensive and they are worthless. When I get home, we can take it to the animal shelter-"

"No!" Blaine wailed, absently stroking the animal. "We can't take Beethoven back!"

"Beethoven? You named it? Fuck, Blaine, I don't have time for this. I'm at work."

"Great. Then you can just pick up dog food and I'll leave you alone," Blaine tried again.

"No. I promise the animal shelter will provide a good home for it, probably better than we ever could," Kurt said. "Please don't fight me on this. I really don't think we can take care of it right now."

"Please." Blaine's tone was broken and Kurt could hear his heart breaking. "I want this so bad."

Kurt released a shuddered groan. "You are a despicable human being. Why am I dating you? Why?"

Blaine beamed. "Because I'm charming, suave, smart and excellent in bed."

"Don't go there," Kurt said. "I'll pick up the food, but I swear to God, if that thing so much as licks one of my Katherine Laboni shoes, I will shoot it."

"Thank you, babe," giggled Blaine, kissing the pup triumphantly. "I love you."

"Shut up."

A/N: Just cranking some out while watching The Jungle Book with Dauna. Wooo-hooo Sheer Khan.

Love,

Lexi