Kurt and Blaine were carrying their groceries in their arms on the short walk back to the loft from the grocery store. "After we make dinner, do we want to do another Downton Abbey marathon?" Kurt asked Blaine.
"Of course," Blaine replied. They were mere steps from the door to the building when they heard a small meow.
"What was that?" Kurt asked.
"I'm not sure," Blaine replied. They heard it again. Blaine set down his groceries and peered around the trashcans in front of the building. "Oh my God, look at this guy!" Blaine exclaimed. When he stood up, he had a small kitten in his arms.
"It probably has fleas," Kurt said. He didn't go any closer to it.
"Oh stop it, it's precious," Blaine said, scratching its head. "Hey little guy, do you have a collar?" Blaine searched the cat for a collar. "Nope, no collar," Blaine said.
"So we call animal control," Kurt said.
"Why? Can't we keep it?" Blaine asked.
"Absolutely not," Kurt replied.
Blaine gave him puppy dog eyes.
Kurt sighed. "Bring it upstairs. We'll call animal control, go through the proper process, and have them contact us if he doesn't get claimed," Kurt said. He struggled to pick up the bags of groceries that Blaine had dropped on the ground while holding his own.
"Fine," Blaine said. They went up to the loft and called animal control. It was hard for Blaine to let the cat go, but he knew that the kitty deserved to be with its own family.
"I'll tell you what, once you get more settled, we can go to the shelter and get a cat that doesn't have fleas," Kurt suggested.
"Deal," Blaine said. They made their dinner and had their marathon, but Blaine was still yearning for that small, furry companion.