Disclaimer: If you recognize anything, it's probably not mine. I do own a few OC's shown here and the plot. But that's about it.
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A knocking on the door woke up Blaine the next day. "I'm going down for breakfast," his mother called from the hallway and headed downstairs when she heard a grunt come from his room.
Instead of getting out of bed to join her downstairs, Blaine turned over so he could stare up at the ceiling as he tried to remember his dreams (ever since he took a Psychology class last year he'd been trying to remember them) As he laid in bed just staring blankly at the cream colored ceiling above him images of blue eyes and a beautiful smile popped into his head.
Blaine groaned as he realized who those eyes and smile belonged to.
Ever since meeting Kurt the previous day he couldn't stop thinking about him. It wouldn't be so bad if his mother didn't know he found the other boy attractive. She'd actually caught him checking Kurt out as they chatted.
Naturally started to play and Blaine picked his phone up with a smile. "Hey, Zoey," he greeted, successfully suppressing a yawn. Last Christmas he'd let her pick her ringtone and she chose her favorite Selena Gomez song.
"When are you coming over?" she asked excitedly which made him laugh.
Blaine sat up in the bed, "Well, I still have to eat breakfast and do some other stuff before I can leave. I can be there around noon. What have you got planned for us?"
"Mommy wants us to take Tigger for a walk," Zoey explained in a serious tone. "She said that daddy's too busy and she can't walk fast enough anymore. So she said we could do it!"
Blaine figured this must be the first "grown up" thing her parents had ever let her do alone. "And what about after that?"
"Well…" she said hesitantly, "I was wondering if maybe we could go play at the park if you wanted to."
Blaine laughed at her attempt to be nonchalant and swung his legs over the side of the bed. "I don't know," he replied with a smile, "Do you want to play at the park?"
"Yes!"
He laughed again and walked over to the dresser. The night before his mother had made him put all his clothes away so they could fold the suitcases and hide them under the bed. And she had told him to keep this room clean, unlike his at home. "Then I guess we can go to the park," he said into the phone with his smile.
"I'm gonna go tell mommy!" she shouted excitedly into the phone and he could hear her running. While she did that, Blaine pulled out some clothes and went to get his toiletries. "Mommy says it's okay as long as you take your cell phone. Oh! If you do that we can listen to music, right?"
"Right," Blaine answered, still smiling. Now that he had everything, he said goodbye to his little cousin, promising to hurry so they could go on their walk.
He tossed the phone onto the bed and headed to the bathroom that joined his and his mother's rooms. Although they'd been there less than a day his mother had already taken over the small bathroom. Blaine carefully moved her things to one side of the counter and quickly took a shower.
Once he was finished with that he put some gel in his curly hair (despite what his mother would have liked) and brushed his teeth. And even though he tried to think of other things, his mind kept wandering back to the taller brunet.
When Blaine found himself making his bed he realized that he was delaying going downstairs, not looking forward to making a fool of himself once again. "Just go downstairs," he ordered himself and snatched his phone from the side table and exited the room.
There weren't many people in the dining area and the person taking his mother's plate away wasn't Kurt. "About time," she said with a smile but then frowned when she noticed the gel. "I thought I said not to pack that stuff."
Blaine took the seat opposite of her and shrugged. "Can I get a cheese omelet?" he asked the waitress when she returned just then. The blonde girl nodded before scribbling down his order and hurrying to the kitchen.
"Do you have any plans for today?" his mother asked before taking a sip of her coffee.
"Zoey and I are going to take Tigger for a walk then play in the park," he answered and took a sip of the water the waitress left for him. "What about you?"
"I'm going to see some of my friends," she said with a smile and stood up. "Just tell them to charge it to your room and I'll call you later. Okay?" Blaine nodded and allowed her to kiss his cheek.
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By the time Blaine finished his breakfast it was almost noon. "Uh…charge it to room 103," he told the waitress when she brought him the bill.
"Sure," she replied with a smile and took it to the front desk.
Blaine drank the rest of his water and hurried upstairs to make sure his door was locked and grab his iPod. Just before he closed off his room he looked at his guitar case longingly but left it there. There was no way he could carry that thing all the way to his aunt's. Before descending the stairs, Blaine put his headphones in and was on his way.
Since arriving the day before, Blaine had waved to more people than a whole year at home. He'd always thought living in a town like this would drive him mad, but he could see the appeal. And he wasn't just thinking about Kurt. All of the people he saw on his way to his aunt's house were genuinely nice to him.
It wasn't a long walk to the house but it seemed to go by even slower as he saw more people. Most of them waved and greeted him but a few stopped him to ask how he was and did he and his mother have a good first night.
Blaine was very polite to everyone who asked him questions but tried to continue on his way quickly. By the time he reached the hot pink house it he was about 10 minutes late and Zoey was sitting on her porch. "You're late," she stated, glaring at him for a moment before launching off the steps and into his arms.
"The people in this town are exceptionally nosy," he said with a laugh, hoping it sounded like a joke instead of the truth.
He set her on the ground and she took his hand to lead him into the backyard. "What does 'exceptionally' mean?" she asked curiously and waved to her mother who had just brought out the leash for them. Zoey gladly took it and hurried to find Tigger.
"It's another word for very," Cindy called to her and turned to smile at her nephew. "Just around the block a couple of times, okay? Tigger isn't as young as he used to be."
"Okay, Aunt Cindy," Blaine said and kissed her cheek softly. Thank goodness she wasn't as tall as his mother. Zoey and Tigger were walking up and Blaine waved to Cindy before the three of them left.
The walk around the block took a little more than a half hour due to all the stops. Most of the time it was the neighbors asking them questions (being nosy) but it seemed like Tigger had to pee and sniff everything they passed by.
Blaine let Zoey hold onto the leash during most of their walk, but it was obvious that she was getting tired of being pulled by the dog soon after their second lap began. Blaine casually mentioned wanting to hold it for a bit and smiled when she held it out for him to take.
Roger was waiting for them as their walk ended and held out a hand for the leash. "Have fun, you two," he called before leading Tigger into the house where he laid down on the cold kitchen floor.
Once his uncle was inside, Blaine bent down so Zoey could hope onto his back. "You're starting to get too big for this," he commented when it was a struggle to get back up. "This might be our last year doing this."
"No!" Zoey said and tightened her grip around Blaine's neck so much he had to tell her to let go. "Sorry…"
"It's okay," he answered and hopped a little as they walked down the sidewalk. Carefully, he pulled his phone out of his pocket so Zoey could pick some songs to listen to. They would have done it earlier but Tigger wasn't a big fan of the music coming from the phone.
As 'I Heart Weasleys' by Ministry of Magic started to play they entered the small park. Blaine knelt to the ground so Zoey could jump off and she handed the phone back to him. "Come push me on the swings!" she said excitedly, pulling Blaine towards them.
There were only a few other children at the park that afternoon and Zoey waved to them all as they passed. "Don't you want to play with your friends?" Blaine asked after she declined a girl's offer to play on the jungle gym.
Zoey shook her head, making her blonde pigtails swish. "I can play with them anytime," she explained and let go of his hand to hop onto one of the seats. "You're never here so I have to spend every single minute with you."
Blaine chuckled, understanding what she meant. They spent the most time on the swings, just talking to each other and laughing. Sometimes Blaine forgot that Zoey was only 7 years old but then she would do something to remind him. Like jumping off from the swings when he wasn't expecting it. That nearly gave him a heart attack.
Zoey just laughed and raced to the dome jungle gym that was now unoccupied. In fact, Blaine noticed that the playground was almost completely empty. "Hey, Zoey?" he called to her and hurried to where she was climbing.
"Yeah, Blaine?" she answered, paying close attention to where her feet and hands were as she climbed up.
Blaine stood at the bottom of the dome and watched her carefully. "Where have all the other kids gone?"
"Home, I think," she said, still climbing. "A lot of the mommies and daddies have other things to do. When I come here with mommy we can only stay for a little bit." Blaine realized that she just might be right and looked down at his phone. They'd only been at the park for a half hour, but the other kids must have been there a while.
"Be careful," Blaine said as he watched her climb up higher.
Zoey nodded and cried out happily when she finally reached the top. She sat down on the very piece of flat metal on top and looked around the park. From her vantage point she could see to the street and even to some of the houses. She was about to tell Blaine that when she noticed something moving at the bottom of a tree.
Without thinking she quickly climbed down the side opposite of Blaine and hurried to the tree. Blaine had tried calling out to her but she either ignored him or was too focused on something to hear him. With a sigh he chased after her.
"It's a baby kitty!" she cried when she found the thing that had been moving. Blaine walked up slowly behind and looked down at the small tabby cat. It couldn't have been more than a few months old. The kitten was trying to make its way through the fallen leaves and slightly tall grass.
Blaine cautiously moved around his cousin and slowly scooped the kitten up in his hands. He frowned when he felt it shiver. It was too warm out for the kitten to be cold so it must have been shaking out of fear.
Still moving slowly, Blaine sat down on the ground and held the kitten close to him. Zoey copied him and tried to keep an eye on the kitten in his hands. He didn't know much about cats – being a dog lover himself – but he knew that sometimes he could calm little kids down by singing to them.
Softly and soothingly, he started to sing 'You Are My Sunshine'.
Zoey smiled as she listened to her cousin sing to the kitten. Slowly, she reached into his cupped hands and started to gently rub the kittens back, hoping the gesture would calm it down too.
'You Are My Sunshine
My only sunshine.
You make me happy
When skies are grey.
You'll never know, dear,
How much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away'
He sang the lyrics a couple of times and was glad to feel the kitten's shaking lessen a bit. Just as Blaine was about to sing the song another time, someone else sang something new.
'The other nite, dear,
As I lay sleeping
I dreamed I held you in my arms.
When I awoke, dear,
I was mistaken
And I hung my head and cried.'
Blaine was stunned to find Kurt kneeling on his other side, looking down at the kitten in his hands. When he looked up the brunet smiled as he sang which sent shivers down Blaine's spine. His voice was so beautiful. Kurt started to sing the same lines Blaine had sung earlier and smiled a bit more when he joined in.
"I think he's asleep," Zoey whispered as they finished off the last line. She pulled her hand away and stood to give Kurt a big hug. "Thanks for helping! He was so scared."
"Anytime, Zoey," Kurt said, hugging her back and standing. Once he was stable he held a hand out to Blaine who took it after only a moment's hesitation. "Hi, Blaine."
"Hi, Kurt," he replied with a smile and held the kitten close to him when he felt it shift in his hand. Zoey was right, it really was fast asleep. "Think we should take it home?"
The brunet nodded and slung his satchel onto his shoulder and held out a hand for Zoey to take. The little girl gladly grabbed it and started to tell him about finding the kitten as they walked toward her house.
Blaine chuckled as he listened to her and smiled when Kurt looked at him over Zoey's head. The two held each other's gazes for a minute until Blaine felt the kitten rubbing its head into the palm of his hand.
"Sing to him," Zoey said when she realized what was happening. The two teens exchanged looks once again before they started to sing You Are My Sunshineonce more. They sang it four times before they reached the pink house.
Blaine noticed that Kurt's eyes went wide when he saw the exact shade that it had been painted. "I though you said it was going to be a pretty pink," Kurt said, tearing his gaze away to look at Zoey.
"It is a pretty pink," she replied with a big smile and hurried into the house to find her parents.
As soon as she disappeared inside Kurt couldn't help but comment, "I thought she meant pastel pink…"
Blaine chuckled, amused by the horrified tone. "I'm surprised you haven't seen it yet," he said to make conversation and walked with him into the house.
"I've been busy with school and glee club," Kurt replied, trying to keep his eyes off the bright color.
Blaine was about to ask him about the glee club but stopped when his aunt walked over to them the fastest she could. "Take it outside, Blaine," she ordered, gently pushing the teen backwards. "Hurry!"
"What's wrong?" Blaine asked as he fled down the stairs, fearing something had happened in the house. Kurt looked just as scared but walked down to the walkway. "Is Uncle Roger okay? What about Zoey?"
"Oh, they're fine," Cindy answered and tried to catch her breath, it was hard work walking that fast with a stomach as large as hers. "It's just that Roger's terribly allergic to cats. Zoey's inside washing her hands right now."
Due to all of the excitement the little tabby had woken up and was now meowing. Blaine frowned lightly at his aunt for waking the kitten and started to sing to it softly. "Are his allergies that bad?" Kurt asked and Cindy noticed him watching Blaine.
She nodded and inhaled lightly. "He starts to sneeze and his eyes get all watery. And that's without actually touching the cat. We found out the hard way."
"Then what are we supposed to do with it?" Blaine asked once the kitten had stopped meowing. He wasn't sure how long it had been out there but he was sure it was going to need to eat soon. "I don't suppose there's a cat shelter around here, is there?"
Kurt shook his head, "But there is a vet. Maybe someone lost the kitten, we could take it there."
"No!" Zoey called from the porch after she washed her hands. She hurried to them, dropping the dish towel on the ground in her haste. "We can't take him to the vets! He's our baby!"
With a sigh, Kurt knelt down so he was eyelevel with the little girl. "But he might be someone else's baby," he reasoned with her, gently taking her hand. "Don't you want the kitty to be with his mommy or daddy?"
Zoey stared at him for a moment while she thought and started to cry when she realized he was right. They'd had to take the kitten to the vet's. "But…but what if he's not someone else's?" She looked from Kurt to her mother. "What will the vet do with him?"
"I don't know, sweetie," Cindy answered truthfully, smiling sadly as her daughter. She forced herself to look away from the tearful girl and to Blaine. "Take the kitten to the vet's. You can use my car."
"I don't know whe-" Blaine started to say but Kurt interrupted him by standing.
The brunet was smiling down at Zoey. "How about Blaine and I take the kitten to the vet and we tell you what she says. Is that okay with you?"
Zoey sniffled and used her arm to wipe her runny nose but nodded. "Promise you'll call as soon as you know?"
"Of course," Kurt promised with a smile and turned to Cindy. "Is it okay if I take City Boy in your van? I left mine at Mercedes'."
"It's all right," she answered and headed into the house, dragging her daughter with her, making her pick up the cloth as they passed it.
Once they were back inside, Blaine turned to Kurt. "You don't have to do this," he told him, cradling the kitten close to him, hoping it was okay. "I'm sure you have something better to do than to take me to the vet's."
"Let's just call it my good deed for the day," Kurt replied and Blaine felt his heart skip a beat when he smiled at him. Oh, that couldn't be good…
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