AN: The muse finally decided to send me back to this one. Hope you enjoy!
Wes frowned sternly at exactly 3.82 minutes after they were due to practice their first song. ″Well, we might as well get started, even if Blaine is late.″ The Warblers started to practice Katy Perry's ″The one that got away,″ adding a dashing double spin instead of just a single spin. Then there was a noise at the door, sounding like somebody scraping at the wood, followed by a frustrated whine. Jeff looked in puzzlement at the others and then went to open it, gesturing a ″Carry on.″
A small black blur rushed across the room faster than an escaping toddler, and threw itself upon Kurt. As Kurt stumbled backwards, the Warblers learned exactly why dancing in a formation that resembles a set of bowling pins isn't always a good idea. Now that the blur was mostly jumping up and down rather than rocketing forward, they could see that it had a mass of dark, curly fur, bright eyes, pointed ears, and a tail that wouldn't stop wagging.
While Kurt was busy petting the poodle pup, David was the first to say it out loud. ″Blaine?″
The puppy threw himself at David as if he was made entirely of delicious, delicious Snausages, yelping and wriggling in delight. He rolled onto his back, not stopping the wagging for an instant, mouth wide open and tongue lolling out. David started rubbing the exposed belly and there was soon a circle of Warblers all with hands outstretched to get in on the tummy rubbing action.
″Awww, he's so goofy, look at his wagging!″
″What, you're trying to do the rumba on your back, silly pooch?″
″Well, if Kurt had to turn into a kitten, it only makes sense that Blaine would turn into a puppy.″
″My hands are perfectly clean, you don't actually need to clean them for me, Blaine-pup.″
″Keep wagging like that, little guy, and your tail might fall off, and then what would happen, hmmm?″
″Man, he's tiring me out with all that energy. Where does he get it from in the middle of the afternoon, anyway?″
″We'd better get you a collar, Blaine, maybe they have a nice bow tie one? Or Burberry?″ Blaine kept gravitating back to Kurt, who was petting him thoroughly but with that contemplative gaze upon things visible only to the eyes of the spirit familiar to devotees of portraits of saints or to those who have seen Kurt Hummel ponder fashion.
″Maybe they won't remember us at Petco,″ Jeff said with an optimism that was to turn out to be entirely unfounded.
Progress across campus was slow, paradoxically because of the amount of ground that Puppy Blaine covered. Every other instant he darted to greet some new best friend (best friend status bestowed simply for existing in the same universe), try to play with the squirrels (who weren't as delighted by the puppy as the other Dalton students and staff were), run back to the Warblers to ask them to bring the squirrels down so they could play (nobody obliged even if Kurt did look tempted), or to run around in circles of sheer exuberance. When Flint pointed out that Petco closes at 8:00, Kurt made an executive decision and scooped him up.
Blaine immediately convulsed in pure bliss at being picked up and lunged in Kurt's arms to lick his face, tail wagging so hard it was almost rotating. David later described the sight as the moment he knew that Kurt and Blaine were soulmates because Kurt didn't even try to protect his complexion from whatever havoc dog slobber could wreak.
When they got to the main administration building, Wes excused himself for a moment and sprinted to the sign that proudly announced, ″35 days without any campus curses″ and set it to a humbler and more accurate ″0 days.″