When Dave tentatively brought up the idea of getting a dog, Sebastian immediately shot it down. Dogs were messy and slobbery and needy and had no self-respect whatsoever.

Eventually, because Dave was persistent (and because he kept giving Sebastian that look that should definitely be illegal because Sebastian had never succeeded in saying no to it), they agreed on getting a cat instead, because cats at least had some dignity.

When Sebastian had consented to that compromise, he'd envisioned a stately, mature feline, preferably black and white, that would spend its days prowling the house regally, sleeping in the sun, and generally keeping out of his way. Needless to say, when Dave brought home an orange ball of fluff that was small enough to fit in the palm of his hand and promptly began to attack his shoelaces, Sebastian was less than impressed.

Dave, of course, infuriatingly pointed out that Sebastian had already agreed to this and therefore had no right to complain. And then came the look again and that was that. They set up a litter tray, basket and food and water bowls in the laundry, because Sebastian figured that was the room the little demon's claws could do the least amount of damage to.

When they had shut the kitten into its room for the night and were just about to go to bed themselves, they were interrupted by a phone call from Santana who was in tears after her latest break up. Dave groaned, (because seriously, how long was it going to take her to realise she was still in love with Brittany and they needed to just get back together already?) but dutifully left to go and comfort his friend.

He arrived home in the early hours of the morning and quietly opened the laundry door to check on the newest member of their family. When he saw that the basket was empty, he proceeded to search every nook and cranny of the room a kitten may have decided to crawl into, but to no avail. He rushed to the bedroom to wake his partner.

"Seb, have you seen–"

It was then that he noticed the tiny pink nose poking its way out from under the blankets beside Sebastian.

"He just wouldn't stop meowing," Sebastian defended in response to the look Dave was giving him. "It was annoying."

"You heard a tiny kitten meowing despite the fact that he was locked in a room on the other side of the house?"

"Yes." Sebastian's tone dared Dave to dispute his claim.

"Right, of course."

"I did!"

"Whatever you say, babe."

Dave climbed into bed beside Sebastian, careful not to disturb the small, purring body between them.