Based on the tags on this post: #if he was a puppy he’d have an adorable brown smudge on his back #and kitty kurt would love it
“Kurt,” Blaine whines, his tail thumping weakly as he snuffles at the fur on Kurt’s belly. “Stop, it’s nap time. Time for naps.” He’s already had a very hard day protecting Kurt from the vacuum cleaner. Rachel’s always using it even though Kurt’s scared it’s going to suck his fluffy tail up one day. Blaine would never let that happen, though. He is on the case.
“Okay, you do that, I’ve almost got it,” Kurt says, his tail flicking back and forth as he licks at the little brown smudge on the back of Blaine’s neck. Blaine’s pretty sure it’s not really dirt because Kurt tries to clean it off every day and it never goes away, but he’s determined.
Anonymous asked you: can you write the fluffiest fluff ever? i’m really in need of some good ole klaine fluff ;n;
CHALLENGE ACCEPTED! fic based loosely off of this photoset.
“Blaine,” Kurt says slowly as soon as he steps into the kitchen and Oliver comes galloping at him, dropping a spatula at Kurt’s feet and howling sweetly in greeting. Kurt says, “Hey sweetie, hi,” while Oliver’s paws scramble at Kurt’s pants, and then, “Blaine, why is our dog white?”
“Oh my god, Kurt, you can’t just ask me why he’s white,” Blaine says immediately, but then he turns around from the countertop and actually gets a look at Oliver. “Oh. Shit. Well that’s not good.”
“Please tell me this is flour and not sugar,” Kurt says with a groan, finally dropping his bag so he can bend over and pick Oliver up. Oliver’s paws still scramble in the air but then Kurt cradles the puppy to his chest, petting at his soft little ears while Oliver tries to lick Kurt’s chin.
“Yeah, it’s flour,” Blaine says, and Kurt steels himself to survey the kitchen damage as Oliver wriggles in his arms.
Long author’s Note: Once upon a time Andie had a lot of feelings about puppykitties. I know that that’s the way most stories about Andie would seem to start, but this is one where she made a post, seven months ago, which can be found here.
“Can someone write puppykitties where kitty!sebastian starts trying to steal away puppy!blaine and kitty!kurt gets territorial?
I’m not even sorry, everything is puppykitties to me lately.”
I replied, opened a text post, wrote about 100 words, and there it sat there for months. In the meantime a beautiful friendship was formed based on
me shouting into Andie’s ask boxfeelings about puppykitties and klaine and mutual mid-to-high degrees of snark. (Now that I think about it much of our relationship relies on capslock.)
Seven months later, I am so glad to call her a friend. Happy birthday, Andie Ohblainers. May your puppykitty feels be neverending, and your askbox always ready for my feels (as mine is for yours). Hope you like this. (Title modified from the lyric in Hairspray, because how many times is it this relevant?).
Special Thanks: To cracktastic and inkystars, for reading this through and reassuring me that I have gone insane in what they consider the right ways (and thanks, Brad, for the typo corrections. All remaining mistakes are my own).
Summary: There’s a new kitty on the block, and Kurt is not a fan.
Kitty Kurt gets adopted by Rachel and Finn and makes friends with an excitable puppy named Blaine.
Summary: Blaine wins the title of King at a contest for puppies, and let’s it get a little to his head. (2400 words)
A/N: This is for Andie, whom I can always count on to enjoy my silly puppykitty fics, and who also came up with the idea for this story. Thanks to Murphy for being my wonderful beta <3