A/N: So, this was a request from someone a little while ago :D
Blaine paused on the sidewalk, jerking Kurt to a stop next to him, almost making him spill his coffee.
"Kurt, look! A pet store! Can we go in? Please?"
Kurt sighed, glancing longingly down the block towards where he knew the car was parked.
"Okay." He agreed finally, giving into Blaine's puppy dog eyes.
He couldn't help his smile as Blaine bounced excitedly into the store – heading straight to the back to look at the fish in the aquariums.
He pulled Kurt with him, loudly comparing the different colours as they looked at the tanks. Blaine turned to go look at the birds, pausing for a few moments next to the hermit crabs, watching them in fascination.
"Kurt, I want a bird." Blaine announced, whistling at the birds and laughing delightedly when one whistled back.
"Blaine, you told me that the last time you owned a bird you let it out of it's cage and it flew away." Kurt said matter-of-factly, pulling him away.
"I was ten! And what about Pav?"
"He doesn't count. He was my bird." Kurt teased.
Blaine caught sight of the puppies and hurried towards them, completely ignoring the small rodent section.
When Blaine crouched next to a glass cage, one hand on the side as he looked up at Kurt pleadingly, Kurt took a step back.
He knew that look.
^.^
"I still don't understand why we just had to get a puppy today." Kurt complained as he drove.
Blaine was contentedly hugging a tiny, wriggly puppy to his chest.
"But look at him Kurt! He's all fluffy, and adorable, and we couldn't just leave him there, all alone in that cage..." he laughed happily as the puppy licked his chin.
Kurt glanced over at them.
"He is cute." He allowed.
Blaine beamed. "I want to call him Buster."
"No." Kurt muttered, deadpan. "He'll be clumsy and stupid."
"Clifford?"
"No, he's not red, and he's certainly not big…"
"Timmy?"
"…maybe." Kurt said softly, merging as glancing at the dog.
"Remus?"
"No, he'll turn into a werewolf."
Blaine laughed appreciatively. "What can we name him then?" he almost whined, making the dog lick him more enthusiastically.
Kurt chewed his lip thoughtfully, glancing at the dog, then back to the road a couple of times.
"Warbler." He said softly, and Blaine's eyes lit up.
"Oh my god! Yes! That's fantastic. And we could teach him to sing!"
Kurt narrowed his eyes, but found the imagery pretty amusing.
"Puppy Warbler." Blaine announced. "I love you. You are going to get a little Dalton blazer and dress you up!"
"No." Kurt cried, horrified. "The poor dog…"
Blaine snickered, nuzzling his new friend, who yipped at him happily.
"I knew this was a good idea."