A/N: Anon prompted 'Kurtbastian with a new puppy'; and Kurt, Sebastian, and their son Thomas immediately popped into mind. So here we go, and I hope you guys like it. Futurefic, AU.
"Ugh…Daddy?" Thomas grunts under the weight of an amazingly patient labradoodle puppy, slipping in the boy's arms as he half-carries/half-drags the dog from the car to the house. "Isn't papa…uh-oh…going to be mad…oops…when he finds out we went out and got a puppy…mmfh…even after he said no?"
"He didn't say no," Sebastian reminds the boy, patting him reassuringly on the shoulder, staying close enough by his son to rescue the poor animal if needed. "He said he'd think about it."
"Yeah, well…oof…when papa says he's going to think about something, that's usually another way of saying no."
Thomas sets the fluffy beige dog on the floor and plops down beside it.
"Don't you worry about your papa, Tom-Tom," Sebastian smirks, trying to keep the tone of his voice as G-rated as possible, "I'll take care of him."
Sebastian and Thomas hear the doorknob jiggle, and Sebastian leaps into action.
"Now, remember the plan, buddy?" Sebastian asks the concerned little boy who sits close and protective of his new best friend.
"Yup," Thomas says with a nod, taking the black Wii remote that his father hands him.
"Good," Sebastian says, dropping onto the floor beside the labradoodle and its anxious new owner. Sebastian turns on the flat screen and starts the game.
Kurt rummages through the mail, muttering to himself as he walks up the steps to the house.
"Bill, bill, junk…Ooo! Burberry catalogue…"
He reaches for the doorknob and gives it a turn, confused when he pushes on the door and it doesn't open.
"Guys?" Kurt calls, knocking on the door. "Bas? Thomas?"
Kurt listens at the door as he calls out the names of his husband and son. He can hear the muted sounds of Mario Kart through the door but nothing else. He sighs, fishing in his pocket for his house keys.
"Guys," Kurt calls in when he unlocks the door, "I told you I was just running to the post office. Why did you lock the door? Did you go out or something?"
"Yeah, babe," Sebastian mumbles, completely involved in shooting a koopa shell at a passing Princess Daisy kart. "We ran out for minute. Sorry, I forgot to leave the door unlocked."
Kurt stands and stares suspiciously at his distracted husband in silence. He eyes Sebastian and Thomas, both almost too focused on the game they're playing. Sebastian's eyes dart up to Kurt's face quickly and he smirks, blowing him a kiss before returning to the game.
Kurt walks past, blocking the view of the t.v. for a moment. Father and son don't yell at him as usual. Instead they crane their necks to peek around him. Something's not quite right and Kurt knows it. He looks at them one last time and sighs, continuing on into the kitchen. Kurt shrugs. Maybe he's mistaken, except…
Kurt walks back into the living room and takes another look at the pair playing Mario Kart with surgical concentration. His jaw drops and he puts his hands on his hips.
"Sebastian Smythe!" Kurt bellows. "Did you go out behind my back and get Thomas a dog after I said no?"
Thomas drops his remote and throws his arms around the quiet puppy's neck, and Kurt feels his chest tighten.
"You never said no," Sebastian points out, moving closer to his son and the puppy. "You said you'd think about it."
"Bas!" Kurt groans. "We did talk about it!"
Sebastian waits for a moment, and when no one speaks he nudges Thomas on the shoulder inconspicuously.
Thomas turns to stare at his father, bewildered, but then Sebastian raises his eyebrows and Thomas remembers 'the plan'.
"Oh," he says quietly. Kurt bites his lip to cage the chuckle bubbling up in his throat. "You and daddy talked about it," Thomas recites stiffly, "but we didn't discuss it as a fambly."
"Family," Sebastian corrects softly.
"Right," Thomas says, "fam-i-ly."
Kurt gasps, trying to prepare a defense against an adorable five-year-old.
He pretty much accepts that he's already lost.
"Tell him, Tom-Tom," Sebastian encourages when he sees the clouded look in his husband's eyes that signals his impending defeat.
"Papa," Thomas starts, pulling himself straighter with his arms still looped around the puppy's neck, "you said this house is a dem….demo…dem…"
"Democracy," Sebastian whispers out of the corner of his mouth.
"Medocracy!" Thomas crows triumphantly.
"Close enough, kiddo," Sebastian whispers again.
"And that means we all vote for the things we want and the most of us wins."
Kurt sighs again, putting a hand to his forehead, head pounding with the strain of trying so hard not to laugh.
Thomas watches Kurt squeeze his eyes shut and shake his head. He turns his tiny head to stare at Sebastian, eyes wide with despair, pleading for help.
Sebastian ruffles the boy's hair and gives him a reassuring wink as he stands and heads for his husband.
"Kurt," Sebastian says, grabbing hold of his upper arms and pulling him out of earshot.
"Bas, we talked about this," Kurt says, "about the shedding…"
"But it's a labradoodle," Sebastian intervenes. "They don't shed. They're hypoallergenic. Remember what Wes said about maybe getting Thomas a comfort animal? To help with his anxiety?"
"Bas…" Kurt looks up into Sebastian's green eyes and groans, "there's no such thing as a hypoallergenic dog. And besides, there's the walking and the chewing and the messes."
"Kurt…" Sebastian puts a hand to Kurt's cheek, and despite his irritation at his husband's actions he leans into the touch, "I'm not a complete idiot, you know. Wes put me in touch with an occupational therapist who specializes in animal therapy and gave me the number of a place that trains animals for boys like Thomas."
Kurt looks at Sebastian with surprise; seeing the snarky, over-confident, devil-may-care man he fell in love with through new eyes.
"You really did all of that?" Kurt asks.
Sebastian smiles, leaning in close and pressing his lips gently to Kurt's, kissing him tenderly.
It may not be overwhelmingly hot or all too passionate, but it's enough to take Kurt's breath away.
"When he needs to go out in the middle of the night, you're taking him," Kurt says against his husband's tempting lips."
"He's crate trained," Sebastian counters, "so already handled."
"And if he chews on anything of mine, you're replacing it…with interest."
"Agreed, but I'm sure that will never happen," Sebastian grins. "Anything else?"
Kurt's exasperated look transforms into a wicked grin. He leans in to Sebastian's ear.
"And you're going to blow me," Kurt whispers, "every night, every morning, and any time in between that I ask you to."
"And how is that different from any other day that ends in 'y' for the past how many years?" Sebastian drawls, nibbling Kurt's ear and tugging slightly.
Kurt giggles and turns back to Thomas, but the sound drifts away when he sees the boy's head buried in the puppy's neck, his chest shaking with silent sobs.
"Oh, sweetheart," Kurt coos, breaking away from his husband and kneeling down beside the little boy. Kurt puts an arm around his shoulder and nuzzles his nose into his son's strawberry-scented hair. "Why don't we take our newest family member down to PetCo and get him some toys? Maybe a collar?"
Thomas's watery eyes rose slowly to look at Kurt.
"You mean," Thomas says, his voice wobbly, "you mean Hepburn can stay?"
Kurt turns his head to look back at his husband, meeting the green eyes watching them with a smug smile on his handsome yet still meerkatish face.
"Hepburn?" Kurt says with a raised eyebrow. "You guys didn't pull any punches, did you?"
Kurt stands, helping Thomas to his feet. He offers the boy his hand and leads him to the front door, followed close behind by the obedient puppy.
"What can I say?" Sebastian asks, pinching Kurt's ass as he passes in front of him. "I know all of your weak spots."