I saw an adorable picture of a dog and just had to write this because AGH it was so cute.
As usual, I own no one. I just like to make Kurt and Blaine do cute things.
Kurt is a cat person.
At least, everyone thinks so. He definitely did.
He always identified with cats. He has their innate grace (usually), strong personality and sharp behavior. He prefers to be inside sketching or reading than romping around outside. (The sun just isn't his friend, okay? His skin is sensitive and very fair and he just burns really easily. Plus bugs and grass stains and dirt? Don't get him started.) Although he doesn't take them often mid-day naps are wonderfully refreshing.
Frankly, he always thought he'd like cats better. Cats are quiet and independent. They don't make serious messes around the house (and claws could be dealt with early). They don't need to be watched. They don't need constant affirmations of love but would cuddle if petted.
But one Saturday morning at the end of the summer Blaine had gone the seven blocks to Central Park to look for inspiration for his novel. Kurt warned him when he left that the forecast called for the bright sun to disappear into a mid-day storm and the ominous dark cloud encroaching on Manhattan seemed to confirm the claim. Blaine being his usual optimistic self had placated Kurt with a kiss on his forehead before grabbing a thin rain slicker and left with his journal and a ziplock bag in his pocket (because as much as he wasn't worried about being caught in the rain he still didn't want to risk his work being destroyed). Kurt just chuckled, shook his head and returned to the latest issue of Vogue with his coffee.
Within two hours the sky had darkened considerably, and Kurt looked out the window just as sheets of rain began to fall across the city. He sighed and left some towels beside the unlocked door for Blaine to dry off (and not ruin the hardwood floors) when he returned. Blaine finally stumbled in twenty minutes later, just as Kurt was fetching his sketchbook to work on the next season's line and that new client's custom dress.
"There you go, little fella," Blaine cooed, crouched on the floor facing the door. Kurt stopped and cocked an eyebrow, squinting at his fiancé's back. Blaine stood, holding a towel-wrapped bundle in one arm and dried his hair with the other. He turned and found Kurt in the middle of the room and smiled sheepishly.
"Hey, honey. You were right about the rain."
"What are you holding and –"
A tiny head of matted black hair poked through a fold in the towel and yipped happily at Kurt, but shrank back as his forgotten sketchbook slapped the floor. Kurt gaped.
"Why?"
"He was all alone in the box, Kurt. When I rounded the corner he made the saddest sound I'd ever heard and I couldn't just leave him there."
"But a dog?"
"We have the time now and some money saved up. I can walk him every time, I promise. But if you don't want to keep him it's okay, we can find a good shelter or maybe Mike and Tina or Rachel or someone they know."
Kurt walked forward and watched the puppy look up at Blaine with amazement and simple adoration, wagging tail peeking out of the towel. He watched Blaine's silently pleading smile and then the little thing turned its big brown eyes on Kurt, crumbling the last of his resolve.
"Oh, look at him!" Kurt cooed as he scratched the puppy's neck. "Look at this fuzzy little thing! You must be freezing!"
Blaine chuckled, "Yeah, it's a bit cold. And my hair's not that bad."
Kurt kissed Blaine's cheek and ruffled the dog's hair with a smile. "I'll get this little one a blanket, you take a hot shower." He lifted the bundle from Blaine's arms and cradled the puppy.
"I love you." Blaine cupped Kurt's cheek and kissed him.
"Love you too."
The puppy yipped happily again, and both men laughed.
And so, they became dog owners. They quickly agreed on the name Xavier (partly due to that being the only name the puppy yipped at) and went shopping for him as soon as the rain let up. They got him a big navy plaid bed, a basket full of toys, dry food, dishes, a red bow tie collar and matching leash.
Kurt absolutely adores Xavier, much to everyone's surprise – including Blaine, to be completely honest. Xavier follows him around the house and paws at his leg until Kurt lifts him onto his lap. He even takes early morning walks around Central Park most mornings before work.
Kurt may have catlike tendencies, but he is a dog person.
He's marrying Blaine, anyway, and that man is the biggest puppy of them all.
A/N: ...and now this one of my headcanons. Oops.