Kurt ♥ Finny ♥

Blaine Anderson, Freshman at NYADA. I'm still currently seeing my perfect boyfriend, Kurt Hummel, and now that we both go to the same college, and both strive for the same things, it isn't exactly easy but we make it work. We love each other and that's all that matters. ♥
I also live with the most talented girl in all of New York, who just happens to be my best friend, Rachel. <3

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mookiepookie-kurt:

There is something wrong with that puppy.

Kurt can’t put his finger on it, but he instinctively knows there has to be something wrong with it. People don’t just abandon cute, furry little things like that— not unless they’re really soul-sucking imps sent from the bowels of Hell (which he doesn’t even believe in) to reap souls. When the lady comes back with even more paperwork, she seems to be a little on edge, eyeballing the dog like it’ll bust out of the cage and eat her face off at any moment.

There is something wrong with that puppy. But even if Kurt could somehow walk away without invoking its unholy wrath, there’d be no chance in saving Blaine, who even now kneels in front of the dog and baby-talks it. So he does the only thing he can — he accepts the last batch of paperwork and goes to fill them out while the goddamn demon dog continues to hypnotize his boyfriend. 

Aforementioned demon dog turns out to be male, three months old, and has only ever had a single previous owner — some single mom with three kids who ended up moving to Wyoming — so, probably not evil, but one never knew. Kurt gladly accepted the free dog-carrier for the ride home… although, Blaine nearly hissed at it and hugged the puppy closer to his chest, so it was virtually useless. After paying for the stupid thing, giving it a proper name, (McQueen, Blaine had blurted out the second the woman asked for it, and Kurt was both flattered and insulted) and getting directions to both the nearest pet store and veterinarian, Kurt looped an arm around his boyfriend’s shoulders and led him to the door. 

Blaine was in love. It was so much more than love at first sight. He would pull a Romeo and Juliet for this dog if he had to. He gave Kurt the largest ‘NO’ face when the carrier came into view and he held the puppy closer. Blaine wanted to name the cute dog McQueen, whether he was male or no. It was Kurt’s favorite designer, and the stuff he made was brilliant much like this dog. Blaine leaned into Kurt when he wrapped his arm around his shoulder, holding their new baby up to his cheek, giggling for Kurt when he licked him. “That’s soo cute, isn’t it?”

Blaine’s bounce was a bit moreso invested as they left and he had to calm down to stay standing next to Kurt. “Mmm, thank you baaaby. You’re perfect and beautiful and I love you so, so, so much.” He held the puppy up to his face and make little noises, having the urge to roll on the ground but waiting until they got home. “Loooookattttt hiiiiiiiiim. He’s sooo cute ohmygod.” 

(Source: cuddlebug-blaine)

tagged as:
# ooc; you're picking the gender

mookiepookie-kurt:

You never know how hard it is trying to speak in a level voice while your boyfriend is fondling your ass until you have to do it yourself. The lady behind the counter probably thinks he has some weird nervous disorder from how red his face gets, and it doesn’t help that he sends Blaine ahead of him while he settles himself (and easily-stimulated parts of himself) down.

It’s so, so tempting to just reach forward and slap Blaine’s arm for being such a pain-in-the-ass, but he’s still so excited and jittery, Kurt figures it’d be a lot like kicking a puppy, so he just sighs and accepts several blank forms, signing wherever the woman points, while Blaine practically dances down the rows of puppies, poking and prodding and generally making a fool out of himself.

That’s how Kurt totally knows it’s coming, because his boyfriend falls silent and just stares sullenly over at him. “No. Absolutely not. I said one puppy, Blaine, and I meant one puppy.” With a small smile at the woman, he hands back the clipboard and joins Blaine, grabbing his hand and dragging him away from the sad-looking dog. 

Blaine makes a dejected puppy noise, pointing sadly at the doggy, and full out whines when Kurt drags him away. “But baby look at the tiny little puppy! He just wants a home and and and and..” Blaine trailed off, fixating his gaze to the puppies he was missing due to be fixated on that one little puppy. “…One puppy, and all the older doggies?” He said, trying to think of a way to evade Kurt’s rule, but the look on his lover’s face told him no and he hung his head down sadly.

And then there was a bark.

The bark.

His eyes looked up, and he looked for the bark again, dragging Kurt with him as he listened for the bark again. His eyes landed on the puppy, and Blaine literally kneeled in front of the little white puppy with a cute little bark, and an undeniably adorable face. The puppy placed it’s paw on the fence, and Blaine unashamedly placed his hand over it, a tarzan-Jane ordeal. Blaine Tarzan, Dog Jane. Or was it backwards..? Blaine would keep his maculinity, though he’d always been suspicious that Jane was a man. Anyway, Blaine didn’t take his eyes off the puppy, instead sticking a finger through the fence to scratch it’s cute little head.

“That’s a West Highland White Terrier,” the person who’d been following them said. “I’m not sure it’s gender, but every dog here has all of their shots and are healthy, so.” Blaine didn’t move his gaze until a few minutes after the worker-man had talked, and when he did it was to stare at Kurt. “This is our puppy.” He said, adverting his gaze back. The worker excused himself to go get the paperwork. 

(Source: cuddlebug-blaine)

tagged as:
# tomlls

mookiepookie-kurt:

Kurt Hummel is not a fan of cute, fuzzy animals. He hates wet, button noses and long, silky coats. Can’t stand the sight of perky ears and perkier tails. Hell, the only reason he had ever liked Pavarotti was because, indirectly, Blaine had given the bird to him. Which is perhaps ironic, two years down the line, that he is all of a sudden on-board the puppy train. 

Or maybe he always has been, he ponders as he slides into his boots, allowing Blaine to tug him this way and that in his excitement, grinning just the tiniest bit when his beau starts rambling faster than his brain can keep up. He already has a grown-up puppy of his own, so what’s the harm in getting another one? Giving Blaine’s hand a little squeeze, he follows him down the steps, waiting for him to lock the door before they continue on down the street. 

… And then there’s a display of the second, more subtle reason of why Kurt was okay with adding another little ball of energy to their family. He swallows back the little whimper clawing its way up his throat, returning the kiss before sheepishly looking around. Of course there are people out this time of day, but none that are paying attention to the two overly-affectionate homosexuals. “That’s cheating and you know it.” Kurt hissed, pressing a decidedly less-heated kiss to Blaine’s cheek before hailing a cab. Despite this being his dream-city, Kurt had hardly memorized the exact geography of the place. 

Kurt wishes he could say that the ride to the nearest pound was quiet, that the cab-driver didn’t over-charge and drop them off several blocks from their stop, and that Blaine had actually noticed any of it. But it wasn’t, he did, and his boyfriend continued to chatter on mindlessly about the ball of fur and drool that they would soon obtain.

They should’ve gotten a cat.

Getting the dog would be no problem, Blaine didn’t notice that they were so far away, and had been charged far too much. He couldn’t find himself to care, if he was being honest. The excitement going through his body gave him no time to be brought down by anyone. He gave the cab driver a high-five and all but dragged Kurt down the street. “God, Kurt, this is gonna be so amazing! I want a white dog, white dogs are the best and you always know when they need a bath!” Blaine continued on, getting far too jittery to merely be recieving a puppy. He lead Kurt inside and pushed him to the counter to do all the talking, standing behind him and subtly groping his ass carefully. 

When all was done, they were taken to the pens and they were told to pick out what dog they wanted, and then there’d be even more paperwork to fill out, which Blaine stared at Kurt with the biggest puppy-eyes until he agreed to do it while Blaine played with their new puppy. “Puppy! Puppy! Puppy!” he chanted as they were led into the room of dogs. It was depressing, and Blaine instantly wanted them all.

”..You know our apartment’s big enough for more than one..” he commented, pointing at the sad face of a dog to their right.. “We.. could take them all in if you wanted..”

(Source: cuddlebug-blaine)

tagged as:
# ooc; what no i'm not listening to BICO
# what? you're insane
# klaine
# tomlls

Blaine tried to withold the calm demeanor but it was quickly struck down as he bounced a little bit with each step, and his blood was practically boiling with excitement. They were finally in New York, Rachel was here, and.. So was Finn. It’d been a bit surprising but it excited Blaine nonetheless. Maybe it was the atmosphere of the city, but Blaine was way to excited to step outside and just walk around, and the fact that he was getting a puppy made him nearly leap with joy. He put on his shoes and bounced down the hallway, grabbing Kurt by the waist and pressing a large kiss to the back of his neck, hugging him from behind. “You’re perfect, amazing, just. the best. Absolutely wonderful. I love you so, so much, Kurt.” He turned Kurt around to press the largest kiss ever to his mouth, giggling just a little. He looked around the apartment, taking his coat off the table and slipping it on, grabbing Kurt’s and putting it on his lover before taking his hand and entwining their fingers.

“So, we’re getting a puppy. We’ll want one that doesn’t shed too much because I’m actually really lazy, one that’s easy to train, and I don’t want a really big dog just yet, a cute little puppy that has cute ears and an adorable face. Do you agree?” He asked, looking over at Kurt with his tongue half hanging out, bringing his free hand to hang limply under his chin, portraying a puppy. It was silly, but he couldn’t help it, he wanted to make sure Kurt stuck with the decision of keeping the puppy. He knew how indecisive his lover could be, and how one tiny thing could change the entire process of things. Blaine led Kurt out of the apartment, locking the door behind him and swinging their joint hands, running his thumb easily over the back of his hands.

In New York it was easier to walk everywhere, but Blaine was still unfamiliar with the city so he wasn’t sure if that was the best idea. “I have enough money for a cab, but I don’t know if we’ll have to pay for the puppy. And I mean I have my credit card so it’s not like I don’t have money, and I’m rambling. I’d apologize but I know you find it adorable.” They exited the apartment building, still hand in hand and Blaine stopped at the corner of the street, pulling Kurt closer and pressing his mouth against his, giving him a small.. sneak preview, if you will. “There’s more of that when we get back,” he promised, pressing his hips up against Kurt’s. 

“So! Cab, or walking?”

mookiepookie-kurt:

Save your slobbery puppy-kisses for the dog, Blaine. 

NO! C:

mookiepookie-kurt:

No.

No.

No.

…….. Fine. BUT! We’re adopting it, and the very first time it pees in the house, I’m sending both it and you back to the pound. You got it, mister?

YES

SDGLASKDJG KURT YOU’RE THE BEST YOU’RE JUST SO AMAZING AND LOVELY AND HERE ALLLL OF MY KISSES here take them.

tagged as:
# ooc; hg blaine totally had one beforehand
# and uhm. hmm. good point
# he woulda gotten one tho

mookiepookie-kurt:

… I don’t know, Blaine. Maybe we should start with something smaller? LIke… a goldfish! See, because if you kill it, it won’t be as traumatic as burying a puppy.

It’s not going to work. 8|

I don’t like fish. If I did I’d be straight. Kuuuurt. I wanna pupppy! A cute, wittle energetic puppy that has floppy wittle ears and soofttt fuuur! And an adorable bark, and face, and a long wet tongue for licking!

Please?

tagged as:
# ooc; i'm ninety percent sure they all have

mookiepookie-kurt:

Then you’ll have to feed it and take it for walkies and make sure it doesn’t shed all over our furniture. :| 

… Don’t give me that look, Anderson.

I CAN DO THAT! I’m responsible! I can do it! I caaan! Kurt c’mon look at the wittle puppy!

..What look?

tagged as:
# ooc; headcanon that all of my blaine's have puppies ok

mookiepookie-kurt:

Exactly. It’s not like New York is known for their sprawling backyards. Where would we even put it?

… Maybe a cat, though. Or a bird? 

We have an apartment for that reason. I checked the landlord, and.. it’s allowed. … Cats are boring and so are birds.

Please, baaaby?

tagged as:
# Kurt.
# Can we get a puppy?
# I mean we're in New York now...
# we're settled...
# c'mon please?
# photo