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“We have a third roommate,” was the text Kurt got from Sam that evening, closely followed by an all-caps text from Blaine that announced the same news in slightly more exuberant terms. (“THIS APARTMENT IS GETTING CROWDED AND I LOVE IT!”)

He stared down at his phone, eyebrows drawn. “Um…What?” he texted back to Blaine, knowing he’d get a faster response from him.

Blaine replied with a picture. A picture of a tiny brown beagle, curled up at the foot of his bed, and Kurt nearly dropped his phone in surprise.

“You’re weak, Evans,” he texted to Sam, already slipping his boots and coat back on.

“I’m sorry! I caved!”

Kurt rolled his eyes and texted Blaine instead. “I can’t believe you adopted a dog without telling anyone.”

“But Kuuuuuurt,” was the reply, followed by another picture of Blaine holding the puppy up and pouting, and good god they look identical, how is that even possible?

“You’re in so much trouble, Anderson.”

There was a pause, and then Blaine texted back, and Kurt could practically see his smirk. “You’re already on your way over to see her, aren’t you?”

Kurt grumbled to himself as he reached the nearest subway stop. “I’ll be there in ten.”