a/n: there was so much talk of adam and kitty!kurt that i couldn’t help myself because waah so cute
kitten!kurt/young!adam
Adam has wanted a kitten for so long, a tiny and cute one with lots of soft fur, one that he can cuddle up with and spoil with love and tea. He’s aware that most cats don’t drink tea, but his kitten would, because he would be an English kitten.
When he is woken up early in the morning on his tenth birthday, he looks at his parents expectantly as they load presents onto his bed.
He opens them recklessly, grinning at every new toy and object, but feeling his heart sink as none of the prettily wrapped boxes are meowing.
“Son,” his dad says then, patting Adam’s hair away from his forehead. Adam was glad that his dad was able to be there, because he’d gotten home from a business trip really late the night before. “Your mother has told me about this constant talk of yours about kittens. And since you’re so grown up, we have one more present to give you.”
so adam ended up getting a baby hybrid instead of a kitten but he’s not gonna let that stop him
one thing he really wanted was for his kitten to like tea, so try he might
Mrs. Crawford is in the kitchen making brunch when Adam walks into the room. He is carrying little Kurt awkwardly with his arms wrapped around Kurt’s chest, and Kurt is just hanging there, arms and legs slack as he looks up at her with big eyes.
“Momma, we want tea,” Adam announces.
“Who’s ‘we’, darling?”
“Kurt and I,” Adam says and continues walking into the living room like he’s just said the most normal thing ever.
Mrs. Crawford smiles and shakes her head, preparing a kettle.
