A/N: I swear I uploaded this earlier...*shrug* The doctor fixed me! I just woke up from the best sleep ever. Then again, it's only Night 1. (God I'm a pessimist)...AND GUESS WHAT HAPPENS NEXT EPISODE OF GLEE? *Ahem.*
Rating: G/K
"Kurt! Kurt!"
Kurt stumbled through the veil of darkness until Blaine opened their front door, giving him the slightest bit of a bearing to work with.
"Are you okay?" Kurt asked, stumbling towards the kitchen.
"The power went out."
"Really? Hadn't noticed." Kurt said dryly, searching the counter blindly for the matches and candles he'd placed earlier.
Blaine rolled his eyes, fully aware that Kurt wouldn't be able to see in the dark. A roll of thunder practically shook the house.
"Kurt..." Blaine said softly, peering out of the front door.
It was late afternoon – the sky was dark, but Blaine could make out…something.
"What now?" Kurt successfully found the matches, striking one and lighting a candle.
"There's a dog!" the excitement in his voice worried Kurt.
Kurt frowned, getting a candle holder for the wax. "Your point?"
"Can I go get him? Blaine asked hopefully. "He looks scared!"
Kurt stumbled to the door, tripping over a rug in the process, before peering through the pouring rain. A golden retriever puppy was loping through the streets.
"So scared…" Kurt mumbled sarcastically, and Blaine huffed impatiently.
"Just wait."
A flash of lightning lit up the street and the dog stopped mid-bound, cowering as the thunder boomed. It waited as the aftershocks echoed, then returned to cautiously bounding around.
"Please?"
"It'll be dirty, and muddy, and you'll get wet."
"I can have a shower, and I'll put it in the laundry."
"Then what?"
"I'll wait until the storm stops and then we'll find its owner!" Blaine said as if it was the most logical thing to do, which it probably was.
"We?" Kurt raised an eyebrow, a small grin on his lips.
"Yes." Blaine took it as a given that anything he ever did was accompanied by Kurt.
Kurt sighed. "Fine. But be careful."
Blaine grinned, pecking Kurt's lips quickly in thanks. He bounded down the stairs, leaping over their front gate and crouching down, his arms outstretched towards the dog.
"Puppy!"
The dog turned, spotting him. It let out a short, happy bark and pelted towards him, tackling him to the ground and licking his face. Kurt watched from the door, wincing and going to the bathroom. He collected a few towels and opened the back door as Blaine carried the small dog in.
"Look at him babe!" Blaine laughed, setting the dog down. He shook his head out to get rid of the water almost at the same time as the dog did.
Kurt wasn't amused.
"He's gorgeous!" Blaine gushed.
"He smells."
Blaine laughed, grabbing a towel and drying the dog.
"Blaine! Yourself first!" Kurt cried, grabbing a towel and drying him. "You must be freezing!"
Another roar of thunder made the dog yelp and panic, but Blaine soothed him with comforting words and pats, to which Kurt rolled his eyes at.
"Does it have a name?" Kurt asked quietly,
"Not sure…"
"Well did you check the collar?"
Blaine gave him a dopey look and bent down, grabbing at the many tags on the collar.
"Chester!" Blaine grinned.
"Is there a phone number? Or address?"
Blaine checked each tag over. "Nope!"
Kurt sighed. "We're not keeping him. If we can't find the owner, he's going to the pound."
Blaine's face fell. "Why? We have the space!"
"Blaine…we got two fish and they died after two weeks."
Blaine frowned. "Fish are boring. Dogs are fun, and it'll tell me if it's hungry!"
"Blaine…we're not having this conversation."
Blaine sighed in defeat, petting Chester on the head gently. "Sorry dude."
"He can stay in the laundry until we find out what to do with him. I'll get him some water, you go shower."
Blaine sighed and nodded, patting Chester again before moving to kiss Kurt.
"No, no, no, no, no, no!" Kurt stepped back, holding his hands out. "Shower first!"
^.^
"Have you got any reports for a missing dog? Golden Retriever?"
As soon as the power was back on, Kurt had managed to call every pound and animal shelter in the surrounding area.
"Oh…kay…thank you." Kurt hung up after they reassured him that they would call him back if there were any reports.
"Should we get him some food?" Blaine called from the laundry. "What if he's here overnight?"
Kurt sighed, but he couldn't deny that it wasn't a good idea.
"Fine. But only a small tin."
Blaine nodded eagerly, grabbing his keys as he left.
Kurt set to work cleaning the house and putting the matches and candles away. Ten minutes later, Blaine returned – with a bag of dog food almost as big as he was.
"Blaine!" Kurt scolded.
"Look, the way I see it, if nobody has rung up yet, they must not love him!"
"And what about the fact that I said we're not keeping him?"
Blaine shrugged, dumping the bag and pulling Kurt into a kiss.
"I can change your mind."
A/N: This was actually based off one of the mornings I had a few weeks ago. We rescued some dog in the storm - it was actually a Golden Retriever cross something and it was a much older dog called Chester, but we ended up finding his owners :)
Also, I went to Supanova and met Evanna Lynch and Georgina Leonidas from Harry Potter. Amg. Amazing stuff.