Title: Blaine is Different
Summary: Blaine's transformation.
Rating: G
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Routines were important things. Kurt was in the habit of making lists and keeping routines to the point just before obsession. It was just his way. His usual morning routine began with his alarm, closely followed by a loving text from Blaine. Blaine always woke up at an ungodly hour and by the time Kurt was crawling out of bed Blaine was already dressed and enjoying breakfast. Waking up to a text message from his boyfriend was probably the number one reason Kurt didn't throw Finn down the stairs each morning. It soothed his soul.
So naturally waking up to see that he had no text messages from anyone at all was a bit of a mood killer. It was way too early to actually be concerned about why he hadn't gotten a text. Everyone had their off days. Like now, Kurt was having a very bad morning. First and foremost he hadn't gotten his standard good morning text from Blaine. Second, he'd hurt his tail when drying off from his shower, pulling too tight on the curl. Then Sam finished off the rest of his cereal, which wouldn't normally be a big deal, but the last bit of it was almost entirely granola clusters. Then once everyone was finally ready to leave Finn tripped in the driveway and one of his horns scratched the side of his Navigator. It was shaping up to be a shit day overall and he hadn't even made it to school.
Once he did though, he started to worry. Blaine wasn't waiting for him at his locker. Kurt had noticed Blaine's discomfort the past few days and knew that logically he'd have to call out eventually for the change. But it still came as a shock. They'd talked just before bed the night before. That was around eleven which meant Blaine's change, if that's what it was, had started sometime in the early morning. Blaine's parents might not even know he's changing. They were busy people. Things slipped through the cracks and those things usually concerned Blaine. With a worried snuffle Kurt sent a text to Blaine, wishing him luck and love. He'd try calling at lunch. And if Blaine didn't pick up he'd ditch glee and head right over there.
The phone rang seven times before Kurt got Blaine's voicemail. He left a too long message full of soothing noises and "I love you's". He was ashamed to note that he didn't quite keep his voice level. Lunch was still hard. Well, eating in general. Whenever Blaine was out it was hard for Kurt to even walk into the cafeteria. Sugar and Brittany were usually good about getting him to eat if Blaine couldn't be there but he wasn't in the mood to placate them today. The day or days you developed your traits were important. A lot could go wrong so to speak, case in point Kurt's pig disaster. Sometimes people got hurt, like Quinn when she grew her patch of porcupine quills. While it wasn't likely that Blaine would grow any traits that would hurt him it was still entirely possible. Kurt felt like it was almost inevitable. Such was the luck of gay boys in Ohio.
The day dragged by slowly. Several times throughout the day Kurt swore he could feel his phone vibrate against his thigh, but it never did. His body was so use to the feeling he must have been hallucinating about it. By the time glee rolled around Kurt was so anxious that barely had the conscious of mind to tell Finn and Sam to get a new ride before he was bolting out to his car. The Anderson Mansion was a half hour drive from the school, out where weeds stopped growing through cracks in sidewalks and trees start getting fenced in. Kurt hadn't been over since his transformation. While Blaine's parents wouldn't pay his new traits any mind, their neighbors were sure to turn their nose up at a pig walking near their lawns. For Blaine's wellbeing though he was willing to face those snobby neighbors.
Snobby neighbors one and two, both uptight Chihuahuas with a whole litter of blond haired children, were standing outside when he pulled up. They kept their fake, uppity smiles firmly in place the whole time he walked up the drive. Once he disappeared from their view on the porch he heard them start in on his appearance, and the lingering smell of bacon. Which was just offensive because he showered every morning, thank you very much and he didn't sweat. He didn't. Kurt Hummel did not do something as plebian sweat.
Ignoring Snobby Neighbors one and two, Kurt plucked the spare key out from under the decorative sleeping cat rock by the door. He didn't bother announcing himself. If Blaine was done with his change he'd need all the sleep he could get. The house was quiet and dark. It was unsettling because Blaine always had some sort of white noise in the background. He was like a dog that way; so long as you leave the radio on for him he doesn't feel so alone. Kurt grabs a bottle of water from the fridge and heads to Blaine's room, keeping quiet, face drawn. The door is open and Kurt can see a Blaine sized lump under a nest of blankets. It would be a gross invasion of privacy to peek under the blankets without permission. People mid transformation were not a pretty sight to behold. And they were often so disoriented that they'd hurt themselves or the people looking if they came too enough.
There's a comfortable chair next to Blaine's bed that Kurt makes himself at home in. He feels better just being here. With no scent of blood in the air and no obvious signs of distress scattered around the room Kurt feels like he can relax. He curls up in the chair, tucking his nose into his folded arms, and watches the bed. Without anything to keep him occupied Kurt starts to get sleepy. Lately he's been finding himself drifting off into naps at the slightest provocation. To prevent it he's been doing more around the house which tends to lend itself into a vicious cycle.
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Snuffling noises. A snort. What's making those noises? Blaine uncurls his body, stretching his limbs every which way until he feels the satisfying warm of a good pull. He's a little fuzzy. Actually a lot fuzzy. It hits Blaine all at once that he's part animal now. An exciting thrum runs through his heart and has his leaping out of bed. His foot catches his twisted comforter but he manages to pull himself up. In his excitement he completely ignores Kurt's startled half squeal and bounds into his bathroom. He doesn't have a full length mirror like Kurt but he has enough room to back up in his bathroom that he does okay.
"Whoa."
"Bad whoa or good whoa?"
Blaine smiles so wide his teeth start to show. He's not a Maltese which is a minor disappointment but he's not a Corgi either which is a huge relief. "Just…whoa." The bathroom door creaks and Blaine can practically hear Kurt's smile. He's a rabbit. Not the lop eared kind that girls usually cooed over but he didn't paint a bad picture. His ears were a soft gray that ended in dark black tips. He twisted them around a little and caught sight of a few black spots running down the back of the left one.
"You have a tail." Kurt is giddy over it. He starts giggling when Blaine begins spinning around like a toddler to see it. The little snub tail is white in the front and gray and black on the back. The dark fur goes a little ways up Blaine's back but it doesn't look like it covers him entirely. And it looks so soft. Kurt wants to tug Blaine's loose pajama pants the rest of the way down, or at least until they're resting under the delicious swell of his butt. He reaches out and grabs Blaine by the shoulders, stopping him before he falls and breaks his nose. "And your ears. They look so soft." Blaine wriggles free and pulls Kurt's hands up to his ears. "Ooh, they are soft." Blaine can hear the longing undercurrent in Kurt's voice.
"You can touch them whenever you want."
Kurt smiles and twists up his snout in a way that Blaine's consistently told him is adorable. Then Blaine smiles, wide and unabashed, showing off two wide and thick front teeth that would drive any dentist wild. It really shouldn't be as adorable as it is.
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