A/N: Done to death, but it's on the prompt list and I can't argue with the prompt list. (Psst, hey look! Upload! We spend the weekend talking and writing and stuff, and if you saw my twitter yesterday, you would've seen a new idea that we're going to write. :D)

Rating: G

"Kurt…he hates me…" Blaine pouted, watching the moggy cautiously as it hissed at him.

"You stepped on his tail." Kurt rolled his eyes, pulling the cat onto his lap.

"Why'd you even have to adopt it? It's old and temperamental and it hates me."

"You hate him…" Kurt corrected, petting the cat behind his ears.

Blaine cautiously stayed at the other end of the couch, eyeing the cat nervously as it purred contentedly.

"I think you should be called Alexander McQueen." Kurt decided. "Alex for short."

Blaine inched closer to Kurt, freezing when Alex hissed at him.

"Why did you have to get a cat?" he whined. "What's wrong with a dog? Or even an animal that doesn't hate me?"

Kurt frowned at Blaine.

"Blaine…Alex is here to stay. I'm not taking him back. You'll just have to get used to him."

"He'll have to get used to me." Blaine murmured, glaring at the innocently purring cat. "I was here first."

Kurt sighed, gathering Alex into his arms and getting up.

"Come talk to me when you're ready to play nice."

^.^

Over the next week, Blaine endured numerous scratches from Alex – from whenever he got too close to the cat.

"I swear he's doing it on purpose." Blaine told Kurt, after the fifth or so time he'd tripped over Alex.

"Blaine, he's a cat. Stop blaming him for your clumsiness." Kurt sighed, petting and cooing at the cat in his arms.

Blaine glared at Alex when Kurt turned his back.

A cat that didn't like him was one thing – but a cat that was trying to steal Kurt away from him – that would go as far as deliberately trying to injure him was another.

Something had to be done.

^.^

Kurt returned home from the vet some few days later – Alex in his cat carrier.

Blaine was talking to someone, and Kurt curiously stepped into the living room.

His eyes widened when they fell on a medium –sized mutt, happily sitting in Blaine's lap.

"Blaine…" Kurt half-growled. "What did you do?" he held the carrier close to him.

Blaine grinned, hugging the dog to his chest.

"I adopted him!"