Happy birthday Abne!!!!!!!
"Daddy! Daddy look at this one!"
Kurt covers the mouthpiece with his hand for a moment, giving Blaine a pleading look, gesturing helplessly to where Aiden is now giggling, face scrunched up as one of the puppies stands with its front paws resting on the little fence forming the enclosure to lick his face.
"You like this one?" Blaine says, smiling and kneeling at Aiden’s side, ruffling his already messy curls with his gloved hand.
"I like all of them!" Aiden says, throwing his hands up excitedly and nearly smacking Blaine across the face.
Even bundled in his coat, his mittens swinging a little wildly from the strings they’re attached to, his cheeks are still pink from the wind and chill outside. Though Blaine thinks some of the color might be from excitement. He’d spent half of the walk over bouncing up and down, griping one of Blaine’s and one of Kurt’s hands and swinging their arms back and forth, squealing with laughter when they hoisted him into their air between them.
"Well, we’re only getting one," Blaine says with a laugh, watching the puppy that had been licking Aiden’s face scamper back to the others and start tugging on one of their ears.
There are five altogether, squirming and yapping happily in their enclosure, a bundle of blankets in one corner and toys scattered across the floor. Two of them are wrestling over a blue squeaky toy, the one that Aiden had been petting and the one whose ear it had been tugging on are now chasing each other in circles around the enclosure, their paws slipping on the linoleum; the final one, light tan and white with a splash of spots like freckles across it’s snout, is curled up in the blankets, head resting on its paws as it watches the others romp around. The green collar around its neck tells Blaine it’s one of the only two boys in the litter.
Even from where he’s sitting Blaine can tell it’s smaller than the rest, the runt of the litter, and he feels a pang in his chest seeing it off by itself. If he had to give a name to its expression he would almost say it looks lonely.
"What about this one, A?" he says, pushing himself to his feet and moving around the enclosure so he can bend down and scoop the puppy up from the blankets, smiling when it yawns and licks his fingers, nuzzling into his coat when he holds it to his chest.
He crouches back down next to Aiden, allowing him to stroke the puppy’s silky, floppy ears, and glances over at Kurt, who throws him an apologetic glance and mouths “almost done” before answering the person on the other line—someone at the office calling about an apparent crisis over their latest column for the website.
"Daddy, this one’s littler than th’others," Aiden says, pulling a face and frowning between the puppy in Blaine’s arms and the ones running around the enclosure.
"There’s nothing wrong with that," Blaine says, sitting back on his heels and letting the puppy stand on his thighs. "You remember when you told me about the boy in your class who got made fun of for being shorter than everyone else?"
Aiden nods mutely, eyes fixed on where his fingers are scratching the puppy under the chin.
"Simon," he supplies after a moment.
"And is there anything wrong with Simon?" Blaine says.
Aiden look up at him, brow furrowed and bright brown eyes wide with confusion.
"No," he says, shaking his head. "Simon’s the best at math in the whole class. He can add double numbers," he adds in an awed whisper.
Blaine bites back a grin and nods slowly. “Exactly,” he says. “So we can’t really judge this puppy on being the smallest, can we?”
"No, Daddy," Aiden mumbles, looking shamed and scuffing the floor with the toe on his sneaker.
"It’s your choice though," Blaine says, hoisting the puppy back into his arms when it tries to tumble off his legs onto the floor. "This is your birthday present from Grandpa Burt so we can’t pick for you."
"No, I want this one," Aiden says, patting the puppy on the head and trying to lift it from Blaine’s arms, though he struggles a little against the bulk of his coat, finally managing to cradle the squirming puppy against his shoulder, tucking his chin to his chest and giggling with it tries to lick his neck.
"You picked without me!" Kurt says, sounding faintly disappointed as he finally slips his phone back into his pocket and walks back towards them, resting one hand on Aiden’s shoulder and smiling as he pets the puppy’s head and it turns its wet nose into his palm and sniffs curiously.
"I feel left out, being the only one without curls in this family," Kurt says, flashing Blaine a smirk and brushing his fingers over the soft, curly fur on the puppy’s ears.
"Well if you really wanted I’m sure we could borrow Rach’s curling iron," Blaine teases, standing and brushing over the front of his coat. "There’s not much to work with but I’m sure she could figure it out."
Kurt rolls his eyes and smacks him lightly on the shoulder, patting him on the ass as he walks away to talk to the woman who owns the kennel. Blaine grins, bending down to lift both Aiden and the puppy into his arms.
"Do you know what you want to name him?" Blaine says, bouncing Aiden gently on his hip while he waits for Kurt.
"Daddy, can I name him Freckles cause of his nose?" Aiden says, poking at the spots on the dog’s nose and giving Blaine a questioning look.
"You can name it whatever you want," Blaine says, kissing him softly on the temple. "I think Freckles is a perfect name."
((I gave them a cocker because I have one and they’re the sweetest little muffins))