A sequel to my kitty!Kurt fic Landing On Your Feet. What are things like after Kurt moves in with a new foster family and he and Blaine try to date?
Warnings for: cat hybrid/human sex, sex in heat.
Their dates go off
without a hitch until Blaine takes in a dog hybrid.
He isn’t sure why it
didn’t occur to him that this might be an issue, but one moment he’s
standing on Kurt’s foster family’s doorstep, a bright green pot of
organic, homegrown grass an affectionate offering between his hands
and the next, Kurt—broad and tall and strong and neatly furred—is
wrinkling up his damp cat nose, his ears swiveled back, his tail a
fuzzy bat standing up along his spine.
he says. “No, no, no, what you’ve done?” He almost slams
the door in Blaine’s face.
realizes what he must smell like and how stupid it was to pick Kurt
up right after playing all morning with the hybrid who moved into
Blaine’s spare room the day before. “Wait!” He puts a hand
on the door. “I’m sorry. I have a dog hybrid living with me
this week. Just a foster. I promise.”
Kurt’s eyes narrow.
“I said no dogpeople. I said.”
sweetie. But he needed my help. That’s what I do, remember?”