A/N: I'm not dead. Tumblr prompt thing from evrydaydream, which was 'Kurt's kitty is sick, and he meets mr. anderson the vet! ow ow!' - Because I've completely run out of ideas. So this is some random drabble that doesn't go anywhere.

Rating: G/K

Kurt petted worriedly at his kitten, worrying his lip between his teeth as it writhed in pain, letting out pitiful mewls.

"It's alright, shhh baby." Kurt whispered, cuddling the tiny feline close to him as he dialled the vet.

"Hello?"

Kurt was too distracted to notice that the voice on the other line was incredibly sexy-sounding.

"H-hey, I've got a 9 month old kitten and she's just…" Kurt didn't know how to describe it. "She's hurting, okay! She's crying and squirming and nothing seems to be soothing her!"

"Hey, calm down. Why don't you bring her here and I'll take a look at her."

"Y-yeah…thanks! I'll be there in like, two seconds."

Kurt hung up without really saying goodbye, too focused on locating the cat-carrier – he didn't really want to put Toronto in there, but it was vet regulations. He put her inside with her favourite blanket and a few treats, trying to pat her through the small holes.

"It's okay baby, the vet will fix you up."

She replied with a cry of pain, and Kurt hurried to his car, locking the front door on the way out.

Being a single gay man, living alone with his cat was a little strange to the people in his neighbourhood, but it wasn't exactly his choice. Mercedes bought him the kitten for his twenty-first birthday, and he grew quite fond of the feline.

He gently set Toronto in her carrier on the passenger seat, sliding into the driver's side and starting the engine, trying his best to ignore her cries.

The trip to the vet was short, and Kurt thanked whatever deity up there that there was nobody else at the small vet. Kurt locked his car with the carrier in his hands, hurrying towards the double doors and looking around.

"Hello." The voice on the phone practically purred.

Oh. The man behind the counter was…perfection, at its finest. He wore a white lab coat, a name-tag pinned to it that Kurt couldn't quite see. His hair was curly and unruly, and Kurt immediately wanted to run his hands or a comb through it – he hadn't finished deciding which. There was a thin layer of stubble caressing his cheeks, and his smile almost made Kurt melt. Almost.

It probably would've succeeded if Toronto hadn't mewled again, and Kurt looked down at her in sympathy.

"Are you the vet? Or just the receptionist, because I really need someone to look after her."

The man smiled warmly again as Kurt approached him, squinting at his name badge.

Blaine Anderson.

"Yeah, I'm the vet. My receptionist stepped out for some coffee…bring her here." Blaine offered and Kurt ducked his head in thanks, placing the carrier on the counter.

Blaine fished the kitten out, hissing a little as claws met flesh, but he brought her out nonetheless.

"What's her name?" Blaine asked softly, his tone warm and playful for the kitten's sake.

"Toronto." Kurt answered worriedly, his lip between his teeth again.

"Toronto…" Blaine repeated, looking her over.

She'd stopped crying the second Blaine had put his hand in, and she seemed quite content with his gentle hands stroking her and gently probing her fur.

"She's…quiet…" Kurt said softly, frowning slightly at the sudden change in behaviour.

Blaine grinned up at Kurt. "What you seem to have is an attention-seeking kitten. Do you leave her alone a lot?"

Kurt shook his head. "I work from home, but she goes into the laundry when I have papers to finish."

Blaine nodded in understanding. "Where was she when she started crying?"

"…in the laundry."

Blaine chuckled slightly, his exploratory stroking and probing turning into affectionate pats. Kurt swore the thing purred under his touch.

"She's bored and lonely – after being used to your presence for so long. Maybe you could get her a friend?"

Kurt laughed. "God…I'm so sorry. I was so worried about her…and… now…" he sent a glare at Toronto. "I feel like an idiot."

"No, no…we get calls like this all the time. Cats are very fickle things." Blaine grinned again. God, that grin... "It's good to know you care that much though. Are you registered with us?"

"No, not yet."

"Would you like to do that then?"

"Uh, yeah. I suppose this'd be the perfect opportunity."

Blaine grinned triumphantly and shook the mouse of the computer, clicking a few times as Kurt stroked Toronto, shooting her despising looks.

"Name?"

"Kurt Hummel."

"Kurt…" Blaine grinned. "Address?"

Kurt grinned. "I don't normally give out my address to strangers, but for you I might make an exception."

Blaine laughed. "I don't have to be a stranger you know. I could always take you out to lunch and we could get more acquainted. I could probably find out your address on my own…"

Kurt raised an eyebrow and Blaine blanched.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry. I don't normally hit on people but you're really cute and I kinda just assumed you were gay. You're probably not, right? Ugh. Sorry. You don't have to come to this vet anymore, there's one down the road that's not as good but doesn't have douche-bags who-"

"Lunch sounds amazing." Kurt said softly, a small grin playing on his lips. "But I gotta take this kitty home first."

A/N: :D :D