Day 7 prompt: grace. Much fluffier than yesterday's fill.
Blaine wasn't sure if he was losing his mind or if he really was hearing barking coming from the alleyway right next to the street he was trying to cross. He had made up his mind to ignore the noise when one particularly loud, high-pitched yap convinced him to turn away from the corner and try to find the dog thatmust have been nearby.
Just as he moved closer to the pile of boxes marking the front of the alley, he heard a car come speeding through the intersection like a bat out of hell, thankfully not hitting anyone but definitely causing a disruption.
"Oh my God," Blaine said to himself as he started digging through the boxes, unearthing a very tiny, shaking brown puppy with curly fur. "That car would've killed me if I hadn't decided to come looking for you, little pup."
The puppy let out a heartbreaking whine that made Blaine's lip quiver involuntarily. He checked between its legs quickly to determine its sex before speaking again.
"Shhh, shh, little girl," he said, unbuttoning the top couple buttons of his shirt to make room for the dog to get warm. "I've got you. You were my saving grace, so now I'm gonna be yours."
The puppy barked once before curling into Blaine's chest. He could feel her tail thumping rhythmically against his breastbone as he walked home as quickly as possible, being a little more cautious than usual at the intersections.
"Kurt? Baby, I'm home. And I've got a surprise!" Blaine said, shutting the door behind him.
"Is it dessert? I really hope it's dessert," Kurt said, walking in from the kitchen with a dishcloth over his shoulder. "I don't particularly want to cook anything else."
"Uh, not quite," Blaine said. He carefully pulled the dog out from his shirt and saw Kurt's face melt. "This little darling saved my life a couple minutes ago."
"What?" Kurt asked, shifting his attention from the puppy to give Blaine a concerned look.
"I was about to cross the street when I heard her bark and turned around to find her. Just as I walked away, a car came roaring through the intersection like the driver was on fire. It would've hit me if I'd crossed then."
"So we're keeping this dog, right?" Kurt's tone left no room for argument.
"I already started calling her Gracie in my head," Blaine admitted, relieved that Kurt was in agreement with him. "Because she was my-"
"Saving grace," Kurt finished. "I love it. And her." He held out his hands for Gracie, who immediately curled into his neck when Blaine passed her over. "Aren't you so sweet, keeping your daddy safe even before he'd seen you?"
"I think she was meant for us, Kurt."
"Of course she was. So we'd better eat quick and get to a pet store before they all close," Kurt said, walking back toward the kitchen.
"Oooh, do you think we can find her a bow tie collar?" Blaine asked, remembering pictures he'd seen on Instagram and following Kurt.
"I know I've seen some in the window at that shop down the street," Kurt said. "We'll get her the prettiest one we can find."
"Oh God, we're gonna spoil our future kids rotten, aren't we?"
"Undoubtedly. But are you really worried?"
"Not at all." Blaine leaned over and kissed Kurt briefly before holding up one of the wine glasses Kurt had already filled and left on the table. "To the beginning of our own family."
"To grace in all its forms."