The Other Hummel

New York Can't Hold Us

"Oh, no! No, no, no, no! Satine!"

            Kurt crouched on the floor and picked up the object that had become a strip of ruined cotton. Meanwhile, the puppy approached him with a coy attitude. It didn't matter; he was in rage:

            "Do you know what you have done? This was a legitimate Marc Jacobs' scarf; those things cost a fortune! And worse: it was a gift from Blaine. He gave it to me to celebrate our anniversary. It was so cute and thoughtful, because he said the color matched my eyes. And look at it now; it's ruined!"

            As Kurt screamed with the dog, he shook the object in his hands to make his point. Satine grew more and more excited from the movement; waiting for the moment her master would start to play catch with her new toy. Once Kurt realized the dog's intentions, he got up in a sudden hiding his ruined scarf behind him:

            "Oh, no, no, no. I know it's ruined but you can't have this. I won't be teaching you that it's okay to ruin my scarves so you can have them as your chewing toys later. No matter what your daddy Blaine has taught you; there were conditions for you to stay in this house and you've just committed a major crime. I just wonder how you got this out of my closet..."

            With his mind racing with thoughts of what to do with the dog; Kurt walked to the dumpster, sighed and threw the ruined object away. He found his phone and pressed to call Blaine, having a glimpse of Blaine's smile on the picture before placing the apparel on his ear. Blaine picked up on the second ring; but not before Kurt caught Satine's puppy dog eyes staring at him.

            "Kurt?"

            "Hi... Blaine."

            "Hi? You sound weird... Is there something wrong?"

            Kurt looked at the dog's eyes once more, those hazel eyes that shone just like Blaine's.  He snorted and answered his fiancé:

            "Nothing. I mean... we ran out of cheesecake and I wondered if you could fetch us some on your way home."

            He heard Blaine's ringing laughter through the phone:

            "If your obsession with cheesecake wasn't so cute; I'd start to worry it's becoming unhealthy. I'm almost home; your cheesecake will be with you soon enough."

            "You're adorable. Thanks, Blee."

            Kurt hung up the phone and lowered himself to be at Satine's eye-level:

            "Your luck is that you're too much like your father. It will be our little secret, okay? Daddy Blaine can never know about it."

            Kurt's mind began to turn into thoughts of how to replace the scarf as not to raise suspicion.

xXxXx

            Cassandra July's classes were neither pleasant nor informative. Well, not for someone who has been in dance classes since he was a toddler. At least, Blaine had Louisa to help him cope with it. However, the girl hadn't showed up yet and he was alone to face his terror and boredom.

            He was practicing his already prefect pliés while thinking how a teacher could cause fear and yet make him so bored during the whole class. Cassandra was particularly evil with her comments that day and he still felt like the pointers of the clock on the wall had been glued. He was half-hearing she calling a girl names just because said girl couldn't complete an exercise due to a bad knee, when the door opened in a blast and he saw one of the most unbelievable sights his eyes would ever see.