Well, it finally happened. I got the word cat. And all was right with the internet.
Blaine walked into the apartment completely exhausted from a long day. The television was on and the couch looked recently sat in, but Blaine was nowhere to be found. "Kurt?" Blaine called into the apartment.
There was the crashing sound of a commotion, and then a reply. "Um, hold on a minute," Kurt said from a back room.
Blaine smiled. "Is there a surprise for me back there, Kurt?" he asked. He placed his bag down and crept towards the sound of Kurt's voice.
"No! There's nothing back here for you!" Kurt called.
Blaine turned a corner and saw Kurt's bottom and backside, hunched over something that he was trying to wrangle into a box. "I knew there was some…" Blaine became speechless when he saw what Kurt was trying to hide. Inside a cardboard box was a cat. "Are you serious?" Blaine asked.
"But look at him! He's so cute! I have to volunteer somewhere for one of my classes so I picked the animal shelter. And this little guy and I just sort of, fell for each other," Kurt said. He picked up the cat. He was grey with darker stripes and kind of thin.
"Kurt, he's adorable," Blaine said. He started stroking his head. "But we can't keep a cat! We have so much going on and we can't afford the food or the vet expenses right now!" Blaine said.
Kurt sighed. "I know, that's why we're just fostering him. We get food from the shelter, we keep him for the week, and then we have to bring him back," Kurt said. The look in his eyes said everything: he didn't want to think about bringing him back.
"Does he have a name?" Blaine asked.
"His name is Stewie," Kurt said.
Blaine suppressed a laugh. "Like Stewie Griffin?" he asked.
"Hey, I didn't pick it," Kurt said.
"So why were you trying to hide Stewie from me?" Blaine asked.
"Because I wanted to tell you first so you wouldn't freak out," Kurt said.
Blaine nodded. "I guess a week won't be so bad," Blaine said. And they loved having the cat for the week.