A/N: Three More :D

Kurt and Blaine had been married for three days – living with each other for seven years, when Blaine finally broached a subject he had been dying to ask for years.

They were curled up on the couch, tight in each other's embrace. Kurt had been drinking wine since nine, and while he wasn't drunk, he was in a calm, happy mood. Blaine decided that now was the most opportune moment.

"I…I want a pet."

Kurt blinked at him. "We have plants."

Blaine rolled his eyes. "Plants aren't fun."

"Yeah they are." Kurt protested with a grin. "You can watch them grow."

Blaine laughed. "You have a strange definition of fun."

Kurt pouted, and Blaine shifted, kissing Kurt until he stopped pouting.

"I was being serious." he said, continuing the conversation a couple of minutes later.

"So was I." Kurt teased. Seeing Blaine's hurt expression he sighed. "Blaine... I just don't know... Aren't they a lot of work?"

"I promise I'll look after it!"

"That's what you always say. What happened to that tree you tried to grow?" Blaine blushed. "Or that pot of flowers? Or the vegetable garden?" Kurt continued, smirking slightly.

Blaine groaned. "Okay, okay. I get it. But plants aren't the same thing!" he whined.

"Look. We'll get a fish, okay?" Kurt compromised but Blaine rolled his eyes.

"Fish are like plants. You feed it once a day, look at it for a few seconds, before sighing and realising you have to go back to your life."

"And what's a dog or a cat then? You feed it twice a day, pat it when you get home and ignore it until it's begging for attention. Or it bites you. Or pees on the carpet."

Blaine frowned. "I wouldn't ignore it."

"Besides babe, we both work. It'll be lonely."

Blaine paused.

"We could get two?"

"Two whats?"

"Two dogs?"

Kurt sighed.

"If we get a pet, I want a cat."

"But I really, really, wanted a puppy."

"We can't get both."

"I thought you didn't want a pet?" Blaine pointed out smugly.

Kurt whacked his arm.

"My point still stands. We work all day, so it'd be lonely."

"But if we get two, then it won't be! And they can entertain each other." His eyes lit up. "We could get a boy and a girl! We could have puppies!"

"No."

"What about a dog and a cat?"

Kurt chuckled. "They'd fight."

Blaine frowned. "Didn't you ever watch the Simpsons? Snowball and Santa's Little Helper always got along!"

"That's one case."

"Catdog?"

"What the hell is Catdog?"

"Never mind…" Blaine said softly. "But they could get along."

"Yeah, but we'd have to train them."

"We'd need to train them anyway."

Kurt hesitated, and Blaine watched him hopefully, biting his lower lip and trying to pull off puppy-dog eyes.

Kurt groaned. "Fine."

"Thank you!" Blaine cried, pulling Kurt into a tight hug, ravishing his face and neck with kisses. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"I have some conditions."

Blaine faltered. "…yes?"

"No little dogs. Large or not at all."

"That's what she said." Blaine giggled, and Kurt swatted at him, stifling a grin. "What else?"

"No hairless dogs. Preferably a guard dog. It has to live downstairs and outside."

Blaine pouted. "What about at night time?"

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"Well, it has to sleep on our bed."

Kurt frowned, about to protest before he reconsidered. "Fine. Upstairs only when we're in bed."

Blaine nodded eagerly. "Anything else?"

Kurt thought for a moment, before shaking his head.

"Okay, I have some for you."

"Oh yes?"

"No Persians. You don't get to spend time grooming the cat when you could be paying attention to me."

Kurt laughed, kissing him. "Understood."

"No Siamese. They scare me."

Kurt nodded. "Anything else?" he asked seriously.

Blaine looked thoughtful.

"I think that's everything."

"Are you sure?"

"Can I add more rules later?"

"Only if I get to do the same."

"Deal."

A/N: *Shrug* I've been looking at too much Kitty!Kurt and Puppy!Blaine, obviously.