kiwakostalova:

puppy!kitty!Klaine in front of a fireplace

kiwakostalova:

here, have some napping puppy/kitty!Klaine in snow ^^;

tealeafs:

emmybiscuit asked you: 
i want puppy!blaine and kitty!kurt taking care of their baby rabbit

slightestwind:

(based off puppycam, god help me.)

Anonymous asked: Puppy!Klaine nuzzles, pleeeeeease :)

Blaine stretches his legs out, paws twitching in a way he can’t help and mouth tilting open for a yawn. He likes stretching, likes the way it feels in his legs and how it makes him feel even sleepier once he’s done. He doesn’t mean to kick Kurt in the face, of course, but it’s also not his fault that Kurt had his nose pressed to Blaine’s soft belly when Blaine decided to stretch.

Kurt growls for a second, low and completely un-menacing, and snuggles closer until he’s almost lying on top of Blaine. He’s warm and he twitches in his sleep too, but Blaine doesn’t mind. Blaine likes the quick thumpthump of Kurt’s heartbeat, the way he smells like pack and milk and warm and sleep.

Kurt nudges up under Blaine’s chin, and Blaine tilts his head back and yawns again, stretching his paws and feeling Kurt wiggle until he’s lying in front of Blaine. Kurt’s kind of bitey, even moreso than Rachel, but if Blaine starts whining he knows Kurt will stop. And he’s only just nuzzling, now, snuffling where his nose is pressed between Blaine’s front paws before squirming up a little higher.

Blaine knows Kurt will stop squirming and settle eventually. Right now, Blaine is just too sleepy to care.

tealeafs:

More olympic puppy/kitty klaine :D :D 

pencilpushingenthusiast:

To my lovely followers: Thank you. Your Awesome knows no bounds. In fact, here… meet Blaine. He wants to lick your face. <3

sexwithrivergron:

c’moooon Rach!

beautifulwhatsyourhurry:

aspiringtoeloquence:

darrensderriere:

blainetology:

darrensderriere:

blainetology:

inkystars:

tealeafs:

omg i love drawing sad blaines 

Blaine shook in his corner, curled up tight. All the other puppies had been taken days ago and now it was just him without his brothers and sisters to keep him warm. He shivered as the icy rain drenched the bottom of the box and tucked in tighter. 

The rain went on for hours. It was late into the night when Blaine woke up, soaked to his skin. He tried shaking the rain off, but it did no good as the sheets of water kept falling on him.

He rested his paws on the edge of the box and hoisted his head over to stare longingly at the humans who were walking past him on the sidewalk. He whined softly, staring imploringly at each one, but the humans would either ignore him or roll their eyes.

Tears welled in Blaine’s eyes. No one wanted him. He was really cold and hungry and no one wanted to take him home. 

He curled back up in the corner of his box and cried himself to sleep.

Fix. It.

Burt pulled his coat tighter to his body, walking quickly up the street, feet splashing up the rain water with each step. He wondered why he bothered walking anywhere if this was how he was going to be repaid for his effort. 

His eyes trained on the ground, keeping his head low to keep the rain off his face. He would have missed it otherwise. The box was soaked through, darkened to an almost black colour. The ink was running, but the words were still legible. Free pups.

Burt stopped in his tracks, causing a woman behind him to slam into his back. He apologized quickly and stepped closer to the object that caught his eye. Huddled into the corner of a box, shivering and whimpering, was a small black puppy. 

“Hey, little guy.” Burt reached into the box and grabbed the trembling ball of fur in his hands. Blaine looked up at him with big black eyes, torn between his fear of the big man and the warmth of his hands. Burt unzipped his jacket and tucked him in the inside pocket. Blaine nestled in, his tremors subsiding already. Burt patted the lump gently and continued the walk home, his pace doubled.

“Don’t worry, buddy,” he said. “I’ve got a nice warm home waiting for you.”

Yes lovely.

And when he gets home there’s a lovely kitty, right?

(I don’t write puppykitties but I beg for and facilitate the hell out of it.)

Blaine shook himself out as soon as his paws hit the carpeted floor, making Burt jump back. 

“Let’s get you a towel,” Burt hummed, walking off. Blaine followed at his heels, afraid the the human would abandon him as soon as he was out of sight. Burt just laughed and picked him up again. Blaine licked at his cheek.

He was set down in a big tub, large enough that he couldn’t get his paws over the ledge to climb out. He’d jump up, but slide immediately back down. It was actually pretty fun. Blaine wagged his tail and jumped again, higher this time, but not enough.

“What are you doing?”

Blaine looked up. A cat, not much older than himself, sat on the closed toilet lid, watching him with condescension.

“It’s fun!” Blaine yipped. “Wanna try?”

The kitten licked his paw. “No. Water goes in there. I hate water.”

Blain froze. Water? He didn’t need more water, thank you very much. He shook himself again, trying to dry himself of every last drop. “I hate it, too.”

“Then why are you covered in it?”

“It wasn’t on purpose!” Blaine retaliated, and he thought he saw the cat’s look soften before Burt leaned over him, covering his eyes with a large towel. It was warm and fluffy and Blaine let the human run it over him.

“I see you met Kurt,” he said idly, lightly wringing the water from Blaine’s tail. “Don’t you worry. He acts tough, but he’s a big softy, aren’t you?”

Blaine peaked out to see Burt stroking Kurt’s fur, and heard the unmistakable purring noise. Blaine decided then that he liked Kurt a lot.

(ok I’m tapping out)

[Better late than never. I’ve also written for a similar prompt before, so forgive any repetition.]

Blaine woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of rain beating down against the roof. He whimpered, curling in on himself, the nightmare that had woken him up, being back alone in a box, still too recent. He tried to make himself as small as possible to keep out the cold he remembered.

“Shh,” a voice said beside him. “It’s okay, I’m here, I’m here with you, it’s okay.”

He felt a blanket pulled over him, a soft purr in his ear, a warm weight nuzzled into his side. “Kurt?” he whimpered.

“Of course.” Kurt’s head appeared in his field of view. “I know the storm is scary, but it’s okay. I’m here. Just like you’re here for me when that dog down the street -“

Blaine growled. “He’s mean. I’ll look after you.”

“We’ll look after each other.”

Kurt purred again, making a warmth seem to spread in Blaine’s chest. “I like the boxes,” Blaine said finally. “They aren’t scary anymore. And they’re fun to climb on -“

“Try to climb, you mean,” Kurt snickered. 

Blaine nosed him. “They used to be scary. Do you think the falling water will stop being scary?”

Kurt settled his chin into Blaine’s fur and purred again. “I think you’re the bravest puppy I know, whatever you think of the rain.” He paused. “Besides, water is evi.”

Blaine huffed a laugh into his paw at the memory of Kurt’s last bath. “Thank you for staying with me,” he said quietly, closing his eyes, letting the sound of the water fade into the background.

The last thing he heard as he fell asleep was Kurt quiet, certain “always”.

cometinorbit:

Stop that Coop. Give Kurt back.