1. aspiringtoeloquence:

ohblainers:

klainettana:

kitty!kurt and puppy!blaine

Jenny I’m going to need you to write a fic where they live in apartments across the alley from each other and talk at their windows until one day they both get outside at the same time and LOVE EXPLOSIONS.

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Windows, a puppykitty drabble by aspiringtoeloquence
Blaine loves windows.
Windows are the best thing ever, because they mean when he hears the big loud thing they call car he can run and look out and bark and run to the door when his humans come home. They mean he knows when ‘mailman’ has come to visit the metal box - and one day Blaine will be friends with mailman, he knows it, even if mailman seems to always be in a hurry when he says hello.
But his very favorite window is the window upstairs, because he can see the house next door, and some of the garden, and he gets to lie on the fluffy thing in the warmth and take naps, waiting for his humans to come home and let him outside to play before dinner.
One day he’s lying there, chewing on his very favorite bone, when he hears a muffled voice.
“Hello,” the voice says. “Is your fur always that fluffy?”
He drops the bone, because it is talking to him, and he can’t eat something that’s talking to him (except perhaps a squirrel, but he hasn’t been able to catch one yet, so he isn’t sure).
After a moment, however, he thinks maybe the voice might have come from outside the window, so he presses his nose against the glass.
And there, on the fire escape, is a kitty.
Blaine doesn’t see kitties very often, but he’s heard that he’s supposed to bark or something, so he gives a cautious yip. 
The cat seems unimpressed, and leaps down a step. “My name’s Kurt,” he offers.
“Blaine,” says Blaine.
“I have to go,” Kurt purrs, stretching, “but I thought I’d say hello. Would you like to be my friend?” He flicks a paw in the air
Blaine wonders what his purr would be like if they were on the same side of the glass.
“You want to be friends?” he barks, because if there’s anything he loves more than windows it’s new friends. “Okay! Okay, yes, yes, let’s be friends!”
Kurt’s whiskers twitch into a pleased mew, and he arcs his back as he jumps down a few more steps, walking on a plank of wood left lying across the gap between this and the next buildings. He climbs through an open window and a few seconds later a human appears to close it.
Blaine stays, watches as Kurt comes to sit in front of the window. He wags his tail as they look at each other, and he sees Kurt’s mouth move, but he can’t hear him.
He puts his paw to the glass, and his little puppy heart skips a beat when Kurt pauses, copies him from across the huge, yawning space between them.
Blaine loves his new friend already.
*
They meet there every day. Sometimes Kurt’s humans leave the window open, and he can come sit outside so they can talk through the glass. One time Blaine notices that his window is cracked open a little, and manages to nose at until, after an hour he can just fit his paw through, and Kurt nuzzles it. 
And when Blaine goes out he goes over by the fence and barks, so that Kurt knows he’s there to watch out for him, and make sure that nothing bad happens.
Kurt tells him about his humans, and Blaine tells him about being ‘dopted. Blaine sort of loves Kurt, and he really wants to snuggle him, because that seems like the best way to tell him. But Blaine usually goes outside in the afternoon, and Kurt usually escapes in the morning, and so they haven’t actually been able to talk without the horrible glass in the way.
Blaine would never say it out loud, but now he sometimes kind of hates the windows. Even if they did bring him Kurt.
*
Blaine gets confused about days sometimes. But he thinks it’s a Saturday now, because both his humans are home, and one of them opens the front door so he can play in the fenced in yard. 
He’s excited, because maybe if Kurt hears him bark, and isn’t taking a nap, he’ll come to the downstairs window and they can talk - loudly, of course.
So he barks, and barks, and just when he thinks Kurt must be sleeping (he loves naps, Kurt) he sees a blur cross in front of the window. But Kurt doesn’t stop, and maybe Blaine did something, maybe Kurt doesn’t want to be -
Wait. What is that thing in the door. There is a little door in the front door of next door, and it’s swinging and why -
Kurt.
Kurt is outside.
Kurt is outside, and Blaine is outside, and they are outside together.
And Kurt is leaping onto the fence, so quick and perfect, and he’s purring like the thing they call car when he lands on the grass (on his feet, of course) and Blaine’s running towards him -
They end up in a tangle in the grass, Blaine having fallen over his legs in his hurry, but he doesn’t care because Kurt is here, his best friend, and snuggling with him is even better than dog treats.
Kurt’s head is resting on his tummy, and between purrs he murmurs “Your fur is so soft, Blaine, I knew it, I knew it,” and this is the best day of Blaine’s whole life.
This is the best day, and there’s no windows, and Blaine wants it to be like this forever.
Forever.

    aspiringtoeloquence:

    ohblainers:

    klainettana:

    kitty!kurt and puppy!blaine

    Jenny I’m going to need you to write a fic where they live in apartments across the alley from each other and talk at their windows until one day they both get outside at the same time and LOVE EXPLOSIONS.

    __________

    Windows, a puppykitty drabble by aspiringtoeloquence

    Blaine loves windows.

    Windows are the best thing ever, because they mean when he hears the big loud thing they call car he can run and look out and bark and run to the door when his humans come home. They mean he knows when ‘mailman’ has come to visit the metal box - and one day Blaine will be friends with mailman, he knows it, even if mailman seems to always be in a hurry when he says hello.

    But his very favorite window is the window upstairs, because he can see the house next door, and some of the garden, and he gets to lie on the fluffy thing in the warmth and take naps, waiting for his humans to come home and let him outside to play before dinner.

    One day he’s lying there, chewing on his very favorite bone, when he hears a muffled voice.

    “Hello,” the voice says. “Is your fur always that fluffy?”

    He drops the bone, because it is talking to him, and he can’t eat something that’s talking to him (except perhaps a squirrel, but he hasn’t been able to catch one yet, so he isn’t sure).

    After a moment, however, he thinks maybe the voice might have come from outside the window, so he presses his nose against the glass.

    And there, on the fire escape, is a kitty.

    Blaine doesn’t see kitties very often, but he’s heard that he’s supposed to bark or something, so he gives a cautious yip. 

    The cat seems unimpressed, and leaps down a step. “My name’s Kurt,” he offers.

    “Blaine,” says Blaine.

    “I have to go,” Kurt purrs, stretching, “but I thought I’d say hello. Would you like to be my friend?” He flicks a paw in the air

    Blaine wonders what his purr would be like if they were on the same side of the glass.

    “You want to be friends?” he barks, because if there’s anything he loves more than windows it’s new friends. “Okay! Okay, yes, yes, let’s be friends!”

    Kurt’s whiskers twitch into a pleased mew, and he arcs his back as he jumps down a few more steps, walking on a plank of wood left lying across the gap between this and the next buildings. He climbs through an open window and a few seconds later a human appears to close it.

    Blaine stays, watches as Kurt comes to sit in front of the window. He wags his tail as they look at each other, and he sees Kurt’s mouth move, but he can’t hear him.

    He puts his paw to the glass, and his little puppy heart skips a beat when Kurt pauses, copies him from across the huge, yawning space between them.

    Blaine loves his new friend already.

    *

    They meet there every day. Sometimes Kurt’s humans leave the window open, and he can come sit outside so they can talk through the glass. One time Blaine notices that his window is cracked open a little, and manages to nose at until, after an hour he can just fit his paw through, and Kurt nuzzles it. 

    And when Blaine goes out he goes over by the fence and barks, so that Kurt knows he’s there to watch out for him, and make sure that nothing bad happens.

    Kurt tells him about his humans, and Blaine tells him about being ‘dopted. Blaine sort of loves Kurt, and he really wants to snuggle him, because that seems like the best way to tell him. But Blaine usually goes outside in the afternoon, and Kurt usually escapes in the morning, and so they haven’t actually been able to talk without the horrible glass in the way.

    Blaine would never say it out loud, but now he sometimes kind of hates the windows. Even if they did bring him Kurt.

    *

    Blaine gets confused about days sometimes. But he thinks it’s a Saturday now, because both his humans are home, and one of them opens the front door so he can play in the fenced in yard. 

    He’s excited, because maybe if Kurt hears him bark, and isn’t taking a nap, he’ll come to the downstairs window and they can talk - loudly, of course.

    So he barks, and barks, and just when he thinks Kurt must be sleeping (he loves naps, Kurt) he sees a blur cross in front of the window. But Kurt doesn’t stop, and maybe Blaine did something, maybe Kurt doesn’t want to be -

    Wait. What is that thing in the door. There is a little door in the front door of next door, and it’s swinging and why -

    Kurt.

    Kurt is outside.

    Kurt is outside, and Blaine is outside, and they are outside together.

    And Kurt is leaping onto the fence, so quick and perfect, and he’s purring like the thing they call car when he lands on the grass (on his feet, of course) and Blaine’s running towards him -

    They end up in a tangle in the grass, Blaine having fallen over his legs in his hurry, but he doesn’t care because Kurt is here, his best friend, and snuggling with him is even better than dog treats.

    Kurt’s head is resting on his tummy, and between purrs he murmurs “Your fur is so soft, Blaine, I knew it, I knew it,” and this is the best day of Blaine’s whole life.

    This is the best day, and there’s no windows, and Blaine wants it to be like this forever.

    Forever.

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