Title: Waiting for Magic (but not like this) 1/3
Pair: Klaine!
Includes: magic, highlight for spoilers: mpreg of a non-main character
Word count: (total) ~17,215, (this part) ~5152
Summary: Blaine is magically transformed. Omigod.
Set after S3 “Big Brother” then goes AU. I didn’t even try to make it match up, though there are some repurposing of the events in “Choke.”
This fic is for my bb,![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
xenachakram12!
References:
The Mini-Giraffe! http://youtu.be/rkB9OT2XVvA
Title: Waiting for Magic. It’s an Ace of Base song.
The movie they watch is called Nightmare Weekend, and it is one of the craziest, most confusing horror movies ever made. Not even B-grade, but sort of Huh?-grade. You don’t have to see it because that will only confuse you more. But here it is, anyway:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bEE1MJrZJdY
Blaine’s nail polish: Katy Perry Collection
Part One
When Kurt walked into Blaine’s bedroom, he expected his boyfriend to be grooving away to Roxy Music. That’s what was up on his iPod, in any case. It perched smugly on top of Blaine’s alarm clock:
Stitched up tight, can’t break free
Love is the drug, got a hook on me
Instead, all Kurt could see was the predictable mess of the middle of the week, Margaret Thatcher dog on the nightstand beside Blaine’s lotion and tissue (sigh), and what looked like a small stuffed giraffe sitting in the middle of the bed. He strolled around the room with a slight frown marring his brow and turned off the music.
They were supposed to go out tonight, but Kurt guessed that one of Blaine’s frillions of friends might have grabbed him, not giving him a chance to call and cancel their plans. He pulled out his phone to make sure he hadn’t missed any messages. Better to double check before having a panic attack.
Then, a weird, bleating sound caught his attention. Kurt’s head whipped around. There was no one there. Not a soul. Not even Cooper, who was supposedly staying for a few more weeks while their parents were out of town. Kurt circled the room, then sat on the edge of the bed to send Blaine a text.
His fingers froze as something touched his shoulder. His head turned slowly to see the giraffe. Staring at him. It nosed the sleeve of his cardigan. Kurt leaned over in disbelief, his eyes first raking over the little animal that he’d thought was just a toy, and then fixing on its huge hazel eyes.
It stretched its neck up and kissed the side of Kurt’s mouth.
Kurt jumped up and his hands shot into the air. “Omigod!”
The giraffe looked hurt. A noise came from its long throat, low and unhappy. Kurt almost felt bad, but it was a giraffe. A tiny little giraffe. Where the hell did Blaine get this thing? And why was it getting fresh with him?
Kurt drew closer again and held his hand out for the little creature. It nuzzled its long neck against his hand.
“H-Hello.” Kurt sat by it again and gave it an unsteady smile. It was definitely adorable. He just couldn’t understand why Blaine would have an impossibly tiny giraffe in his bedroom.
After a few minutes of petting the thing, stroking its cheeks and long, long neck, Kurt started to get up again, but the giraffe bleated unhappily.
“I thought giraffes weren’t supposed to make noise,” Kurt told it.
It started to rise on its long, wobbly legs, as though to follow him, but Kurt had to lurch forward to catch it before it fell off the bed.
“Careful!” Kurt pet its face and kissed its head. It looked at him hopefully and bleated once again.
After helping it to the floor, Kurt started to leave the room, but the giraffe tried to follow him. And it really wasn’t very good at walking. It didn’t look like a newborn, but it definitely didn’t know how to be a giraffe.
Kurt opened up his messenger bag and decided to take it with him. No way Cooper was going to take care of this cutie properly while he was in town. The man could barely take care of himself.
***
Paris Hilton eat your heart out, Kurt thought. She never carried a tiny giraffe around in her bag.
Kurt went about his business, carrying the giraffe in the messenger bag hanging across his body. That rested the giraffe in the bag right on his hip, so he could feel its warmth, and it would occasionally reach its neck up to rub against him. It was a needy little thing, and very scared.
Every so often, Kurt checked his messages, and he tried not to freak out that Blaine hasn’t answered yet. His mind race through the options, ranging from Blaine (oblivious) hanging out with the guys, to being dead in a ditch somewhere, to being with Sebastian. To making out with- No, no, no.
I am not that insecure. He refused to be the fretful, clingy boyfriend. They’d moved past that stage. He trusted Blaine. He trusted that Blaine wasn’t out with someone else, even if traitor thoughts pounded away inside his brain, making him scared sometimes.
When he stopped a moment and sat on a bench to rub the moisture from his eyes, the giraffe curled up against him and looked up at him with puppy eyes. Puppy eyes on a giraffe. Though they were really more like...
Kurt gaped at the giraffe for a moment. There was something about the charisma this animal gave off, and its need for attention, that made Kurt think of his boyfriend. Owners resembled their pets, right? The thought unsettled him, and it made him think that maybe he was just having an extended hallucination and not really carrying around a mini-giraffe. Instead of dwelling on it, he got up and headed to the pet store. Blaine was going to have to walk this little guy properly when he got back from wherever he was.
In the store, the giraffe looked around with interest, sweeping its head this way and that.
“I never knew giraffes were curious,” Kurt muttered. He fingered over the brightly colored harnesses for small dogs and cats, wondering what this little guy would need.
“Can I help you?” a girl with a name badge reading “Hi! I’m April!” asked.
“Just looking around. I’m not sure what we’ll need.”
“What kind of pet are you getting?” she asked.
Kurt raised a brow. He considered answering with the truth. “I’ll let you know if I need help finding anything.”
After a minute or so, Kurt had gotten distracted by the pet clothes, and was seriously considering getting a tiny bow tie (or three) for Blaine’s giraffe when he heard a weird noise.
“WAUGH!”
He looked down at the giraffe and petted it. “Shhh. Hey, we don’t want to draw attention.”
It let out another panicked bleat and turned toward Kurt. Its eyes begged him for help. Kurt looked around, trying to see what had startled it, but all he could see was random pet supplies, and a mirror.
“Is that what scared you? Don’t be silly. That’s just you.” Kurt crouched down a little and waved at the mirror.
The giraffe stared at its reflection and its ears went back.
Kurt rose and moved them away from the mirror. “Don’t be insecure. I think you’re a handsome little guy. For a giraffe. I can see why Blaine would want you around.”
The bleat that came next was soft, half-hearted at best. The giraffe pressed its head against Kurt firmly and didn’t look around any more that afternoon.
***
No one believed that Kurt’s little giraffe was real, which turned out to be better the next day when Kurt needed to take his little man out. People all thought it was a toy, because no giraffe could be that little. Kurt ignored them, because he was more interested in helping the poor giraffe learn to walk. It fell a lot. Tottered unsteadily on its ungainly legs. But when it took a few good steps, Kurt pet its head and fed it some leaves. Then it licked him with its long, long tongue.
“I’m spoken for, y’know. Cheeky little guy,” Kurt muttered.
The giraffe seemed pleased, for some reason.
When it looked tired, Kurt scooped it up and put it back in his bag and let it come with him clandestinely as he did the shopping for dinner.
While he was looking over vegetables, the giraffe poked its head out of the bag, causing a toddler to squeal and clap her hands as she sat in her cart.
***
The giraffe got its own litter box in Kurt’s room, although it seemed to take care of its business on the walk, and Kurt had never heard of a giraffe using a litter box. Granted, he’d never heard of a miniature giraffe before either. Maybe Cooper got it from one of his glamorous actor friends. They had exotic tastes, Kurt figured, and small attention spans. They might have gotten tired of this sweetheart, never let him run around outside of his cage.
Actually, the thought made Kurt feel funny inside. He didn’t want to think of anyone hurting his little man.
“You’ll be safe here,” Kurt vowed, folding up some blankets on the floor.
The giraffe looked up at him worriedly.
“What are you fretting about?” Kurt knelt beside him and stroked his fingers over the back of its head. “I’ll take care of you, okay?”
Kurt was a little afraid that he might be losing his mind, talking to this giraffe like it understood him.
He was certain his grip on reality was slipping later, when he shut the door to his room after his shower. He felt eyes on him, and he tightened the towel that was hanging loosely around his hips.
“Don’t be a pervert,” he told the giraffe indignantly.
The giraffe lowered its long neck and rested his head on the blankets, looking innocently at the vanity instead of Kurt.
“That’s better.”
***
A tiny face with big eyes rested on the edge of Kurt’s bed, staring at him as he tried to sleep. The same face had been staring at him while he went through his skincare regime. Eyes so hopeful, devoted, terrified.
“Fine.” Kurt rolled over, reached down, and brought the giraffe into the bed with him. “But keep your hooves to yourself.”
The giraffe bleated happily.
***
Kurt woke the next morning to a resounding “Dude!” and a sleepy bleat, and when he lifted his head, Finn was hanging in the doorway, staring. Kurt couldn’t help but remember the last time that Finn poked his head in the door when Kurt had a visitor in his bed, and the look on his face hadn’t been quite as curious and perplexed as it had been horrified.
“Get out.” Kurt threw a pillow at Finn, who infuriatingly caught it.
“Dude, what is that?”
Sam appeared behind him. Kurt wanted to hide his head under his pillow, but he’d just thrown it.
“It’s a giraffe. His name is Pierre.”
The giraffe sharply turned its head toward him and bleated in protest.
“I don’t think he likes that name,” Sam laughed. He came over to the side of the bed and reached over to pet it. The giraffe allowed it for a moment, but then looked plaintively at Kurt. It started to struggle to untangle its gangly mess of legs to get away.
“C’mon. Leave him alone.” Kurt shooed Sam’s hand away and pulled the giraffe closer. It moved its head over his shoulder, like it was trying to hug him.
“Uh...” Finn looked at Sam, his mouth open and unable to form words.
“That’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.” Sam grinned. “Like, ever. Where did you get it?”
“He was at Blaine’s house, and no one was home. He tried to follow me, so I decided I could take care of him for a few days.” Kurt frowned and reached over to his nightstand to check for messages. None from Blaine. He swallowed. “Have you seen him? Was he out with you guys last night?”
Finn shook his head.
Kurt drew in a breath. What if Blaine was hurt somewhere? Needing help that Kurt couldn’t find him to give?
He got out of bed, to the complaints of the giraffe, and headed over to his vanity to ready himself for the day.
***
While walking the giraffe, Kurt called all of Blaine’s friends that he knew of. He even considered calling Sebastian, but, unwilling to reopen that can of worms, he got Nick to ask him instead. No one had seen hide nor feather of Kurt’s boyfriend. He put his phone away and brought the giraffe back upstairs.
The giraffe listened intently as Kurt practiced for his school auditions, and when he finished, it bobbed its little head up and down in approval, then stamped its little hooves on the floor. Like it was clapping.
Kurt blinked.
“Okay. Um, thanks, Jacob.”
The giraffe seemed to frown. “Waugh.”
“Not Jacob, then.”
Kurt sat on the edge of the bed and fed the giraffe some leaves. “I do like the name Jacob, generally, though.”
The giraffe stuck its tongue out.
“You know. Because it’s the name of a hot werewolf. I guess you don’t like watching tweenie movies. Even my boyfriend only has so much use for them. He prefers bad reality tv.” Kurt rose and started to head out of the room to get dinner started. Of course, the giraffe followed and bleated piteously when it came to the stairs. Those must be hard to navigate, for a little giraffe with such disproportionate legs.
Kurt fetched his bag, settled the giraffe in it, and took it with him.
“What am I going to do with you when I have to go to school?”
***
Kurt gave Rachel and Mercedes a wave as they entered his room.
“Is that nail polish?” Mercedes asked with more disbelief than was actually necessary.
“Yes.”
“And...” Rachel came closer. “Oh my GOD, that is the cutest little giraffe I’ve ever seen!”
“I told you,” Finn said from the doorway.
“That might be the only giraffe I’ve seen... that size, anyway,” Mercedes muttered.
Rachel clapped her hands together. “I want one!”
Kurt continued to paint the giraffe’s little hooves. It didn’t seem to mind. It even picked out the color by bumping the bottle with its little nose.
A sparkly blue from the Katy Perry Opi collection entitled, Last Friday Night.
***
Monday came, and Kurt hadn’t seen his boyfriend now since Friday afternoon. He’d considered calling the police. In fact, he’d intimated just that when he called the Anderson house on Saturday and gotten Cooper on the phone. Cooper had assured him that Blaine would turn up, and he knew where to look, and had asked Kurt to give him some time to look for Blaine. He’d said something similar on Sunday.
Kurt had given him some choice words in return. Cooper had stopped answering the phone after that.
Bringing the giraffe to school would have been a problem, but it really seemed to want to go with him. Kurt had to shut the door behind him, and the poor little creature bleated and whined so pathetically that Kurt wanted to open the door and cuddle the poor thing until it understood Kurt wouldn’t let it die in there. God, what had Cooper done with the little guy? Kurt had always thought that giraffes were mute, but this one seemed pretty vocal. Maybe that was because it was so young? Who knew how big a lap giraffe would get.
Periodically throughout the day, Kurt tried texting Blaine. Still, no response. He skipped third period and lunch to swing back by the Anderson house. No one was there, but he looked around Blaine’s room once more anyway. No clothes seemed to be missing. Blaine’s suitcase was still there. Kurt dropped to his knees and started rifling through the laundry, as though that would get him somewhere. There were some clothes crumpled on the bed, too, the ones Blaine had worn to school on Friday. Kurt searched the pockets.
To his alarm, he did find something. Blaine’s wallet. Some change. His keys. And his phone. With all of the messages Kurt had been sending. The phone was on silent, probably from Blaine turning off the ringer in class.
Kurt dropped next to the bed. His eyes stung, and his chest seized. His lungs were filled up with concrete, and he couldn’t breathe. Blaine was gone, and a gaping wound had opened where the secure, quiet love of his boyfriend had been ripped away.
“Blaine?” Cooper’s voice entered the room before he did. Then as he saw Kurt there with his eyes shining, the man straightened up and raised his brows. “Oh. Kurt. It’s you.”
“His phone is here. And his w-wallet.” His voice broke and wobbled all over the place. “He wouldn’t leave without a way to buy food, or call for help! He wouldn’t just leave all of his things here!”
“Hey... Look, kid, he’s okay. Probably. Just stay calm, and I’ll take care of it, okay?”
“What are you gonna do? Check his credit?” Kurt snapped. A tear spilled over onto his cheek.
His sudden outrage at Cooper surprised him, but it was hard for Kurt to understand how anyone would be so cavalier about a missing family member. When he’d first met this guy, he couldn’t gush enough over him. It had been kind of embarrassing, actually. Now, looking at him, Kurt couldn’t see why he’d thought Cooper was such a great actor. Yeah, he was good-looking, but he was just a struggling commercial actor. Technically, most of the Glee club had as many credits as Cooper did, thanks to their mattress commercial. Some more, thanks to their Christmas special now racking up the views on YouTube.
“Um. Sorry. I’m just--” Kurt smoothed his hands over his cheeks and rose. “--stressed, I guess.”
Cooper, who looked like he’d been struck physically by Kurt’s disparagement, shook his head. “No, it’s fine. Just... hang in there, okay? We’ll find him.”
“Well.” Kurt hugged his arms. “I have his pet, so you don’t have to worry about that.”
Cooper leaned forward. “Pet?”
“The little miniature giraffe? I couldn’t believe it, when I saw the little guy. Do you know what his name is?”
“I... A miniature giraffe?”
“You haven’t seen it? It’s a tiny little giraffe. He’s really cute. I should get back to him, actually. He doesn’t like to be alone.”
“A miniature giraffe.” Cooper looked over his shoulder and raked a hand through his hair. “And you found it here? In his room?”
“Yes. He was on Blaine’s bed when I visited on Friday.” Kurt tilted his head to the side slowly. “You didn’t know he had it?”
“No, no, I... Yeah. Of course, I did. I just, uh, okay. Look, keep a close eye on that animal, all right?”
“I had planned on it.” Kurt gave Cooper a blatant once over. The man was not good at hiding his body language. He looked like he’d been caught at something. Kurt’s lips pressed into a flat line. He forced a smile and gave Cooper a wave as he breezed past him.
Cooper said nothing, but looked fairly spooked from Kurt’s expression.
***
The little giraffe was frantic after being shut up in Kurt’s room all day, and when he opened the door, it stumbled out and its legs splayed underneath it. It looked up helplessly and bleated at Kurt over and over in its distress.
“C’mon, little guy. Let me take you for a walk.” Kurt fetched the harness and took the giraffe with him, talking to it as he went. “I didn’t mean to leave you for so long, but I’m just so worried about my boyfriend. I haven’t seen him since Friday afternoon. I’m trying to keep it together, but... I really think we should put out a missing person’s report. It won’t do any good, if Cooper tells the police he knows where Blaine is, though... He’s up to something.”
The giraffe butted its head against Kurt’s legs affectionately and trotted quickly alongside him.
“Am I going too fast? Sorry.”
Kurt’s hand reached down to caress the little head. He closed his eyes for a moment, his heart pounding and tears threatening again. The giraffe bleated loudly and bit his pants.
“Hey!” Kurt glared down at the giraffe, then he knelt beside it. It watched him sadly and bumped its nose into his. “Oh. Thanks.” He smoothed his hand down the giraffe’s back and gave it a gentle hug.
“To be perfectly honest... I’m glad you’re here. Sometimes, when I’m worried, I just pour all my energy into taking care of someone, and... I’d probably be driving Finn and Sam crazy, if it weren’t for you.” He let out a shaky breath. “Intermittently bursting into tears and frantically cleaning the house.”
The giraffe bleated and leaned into him. Kurt tried to catch his breath. The giraffe’s fur was soft and fine, like baby hair, against his cheek.
***
When they’d returned to the house, Kurt didn’t start dinner. He didn’t feel like eating or even cooking. Instead he pulled out his notebook and flipped back to the “master class” with Cooper “I’ve done one commercial” Anderson. They read:
”Master” Class withHandsome Cooper Anderson
(Acting Straight for Commercials and TV)
Deep condition hair, maybe have teeth bleached
point randomly (do I do that?)
Palms in, not out. Out palms = jazz hands
Dress like doing laundry
Blaine smells nice today
Legs apart, not together (proud manliness? showing off the goods?)
Coop says-
Point during scenes? (so it’s a deliberate choice, not subconscious)
Yell your lines? Check tv shows for straight acting that has guys yell everything (might be shows set in insane asylums)
Note to self: Get Blaine something. He looks grumpy.
Kurt blinked at his notes. He’d come out of the Master Class thinking that Cooper was a genius. But apparently Kurt had been just taking random, useless scraps from his observations on Cooper’s body language and personal styling. It was as though his brain had been engaged on two different levels.
Something was weird here, Kurt decided. Beyond the obvious. The giraffe, who had its head in his lap, let out a snore. Kurt pet its head absently. It woke with a start and looked around.
“Hey, sleepy.”
His finger trailed over its soft fur. Kurt didn’t know if giraffes should be soft like this, or talkative like this, or so smart or so needing of attention. It seemed sometimes like the giraffe was scared to be left alone. Afraid that Kurt would leave him and never come back? Maybe everything was scary when you were so small.
Kurt kissed its little head, and the giraffe became excited, rubbing its head and neck against him.
“I promise to keep seeing you, even after Blaine comes- comes back.” Kurt covered his eyes. God, he was a mess. The giraffe licked his hand, and Kurt tried to give the little guy a smile. “What do I call you, anyway? Not Pierre, not Jacob. How about Michael?”
The giraffe shook its head. Kurt reached over to his laptop and turned on iTunes. Upon hearing Pink come on, the giraffe closed its eyes and let out a weird undulating noise.
Kurt laughed and patted the giraffe’s side when it stopped, lifting its head and frowning unhappily.
“Not so good, huh?” Kurt smiled. “Maybe we can practice. You like Pink?”
The giraffe stomped its hooves. Petting the giraffe gently, Kurt looked into its expressive face. A shiver went down his spine.
Those eyes.
“How about... how about Alistair?” he offered weakly.
The giraffe blinked at him. It looked so, so sad. Kurt’s throat tightened. But he couldn’t make himself believe what he suspected.
“We-We’ll find a name for you.”
***
Kurt just couldn’t bring himself to abandon the little giraffe again. Deep inside, he suspected that it was too important to keep his friend safe until he figured all of this out.
He skipped school again.
When he drove by the Anderson house, he noted that there were no cars there, so he headed inside and determined that he would find something that would tell him where his boyfriend was, and why Blaine’s brother was so stubborn about calling the police.
And if he didn’t find anything, Kurt was calling them himself.
As he moved through each room, the giraffe rode shotgun. The little guy was quiet for once and just took in everything around him. Kurt looked through papers, in every drawer and cabinet he could find. He went upstairs and searched through Blaine’s room once again very carefully, but didn’t find anything this time, either. Or anything missing, except for one 50s style flick comb that Blaine kept on his dresser. Kurt had given it to him last summer because the thought of Blaine combing through his pompadour (or whatever he was doing with his hair) and whistling the Jets theme made Kurt smile.
“Nothing here, hm, buddy?” Kurt touched the giraffe’s side and sighed. If it weren’t for fear of upsetting his little friend, he might have just collapsed onto the carpet and begun grieving. He headed for Cooper’s room.
Kurt’s hand hesitated as he reached for the knob. He leaned forward to listen, and when he heard nothing, he entered. Slowly. Quietly.
The room was fairly neat. Neat enough, anyway. Mama Anderson apparently kept the room in pristine condition for her favorite boy, and that was a good thing, since Coop apparently didn’t always have lodging or employment. The hazards of being a strangely famous but chronically out of work actor. Kurt slipped on a pair of gloves from Michael Jackson week and started to careful paw through things. Cooper wasn’t very organized with his paperwork, and there was a pile of scattered mail on the dresser, but he had awards from performing in high school which were perfectly in order. After a few moments, Kurt happened upon a Post-It that read:
Ward house
feverfew
bay leaves
ginseng
star anise
white candles
“Bay leaves... Making soup, Coop?” Kurt muttered. The giraffe made sort of a honk. He was amused, Kurt guessed.
With a frown, Kurt moved towards the bed. He searched the covers and the headboard (frightened as he was as regarding what one might find in Cooper’s bed). Then, on a whim, Kurt lifted the mattress. There was a little white bag there. Kurt took it, set the giraffe on the bed, and opened the bag.
The scent was distinctly herbal, but not delicious. No one made this with taste in mind, and there were other scents that Kurt couldn’t place. Inside there was also a little piece of wood with a marking on it, and a crystal. Kurt frowned as he weighed the bag in his hand.
“What are you for?” He took out the piece of wood and rubbed his thumb over the symbol.
He and the giraffe heard the noise at the same time. Kurt grabbed his bag, shoved the little white one back under the mattress, and darted for Cooper’s huge walk-in closet. He looked to the giraffe and held his finger to his lips as though it could understand him. It bobbed its head and pressed itself close to Kurt.
Cooper tromped upstairs. Kurt held his breath and tucked the piece of wood into his pocket.
“-maybe you aren’t as good as you think you are!” he crowed. “Look, we had a deal, and you couldn’t- I know that but- It’s not like I just sat on my ass and did nothing for five years! You didn’t keep up with your end of the deal either. You said this would work, and it didn’t. I need more time...”
Cooper sat on the bed. Kurt could see him through the slats in the closet door. His cheeks flushed. God damn, how did Cooper manage to be so stupidly attractive while also being such a jerk?
The giraffe bit his tie and tugged it. Kurt looked down at it to see pursed lips and flattened ears.
“What?” Kurt mouthed. He started to look up again and the giraffe tugged his tie once more. Kurt held the giraffe to his chest. “Quiet.”
“Well, I’m not letting you or your ‘magic wand’ near me,” Cooper said. “I’m still in my prime, and I have to strike while the iron is hot. I can’t afford to let myself go right now- Of course, I care about him! But this isn’t my fault, Delilah! You people are the one who did this to him!”
Angrily, Cooper shot up and left the room. Kurt waited. The giraffe waited. Kurt counted the seconds, then pushed the door open and slipped out of the room and into Blaine’s.
He collapsed onto the bed and curled over onto his side. Something had happened to Blaine. Who knew what kind of shady deals Cooper had been making? And letting his brother take the heat-- that asshole! He could have been kidnapped and held by the mob, or maybe he was being tortured, or violated, or...
The giraffe nosed his cheek, and Kurt looked up into the giraffe’s soulful eyes. His throat grew tight.
“How about George,” Kurt said, with no strength to his voice.
The giraffe didn’t respond. He just watched Kurt worriedly.
“How about...” Kurt sat up a little. He didn’t know if he was losing his mind, or if he was just hoping... He met the giraffe’s eye and cocked a brow. “How about...”
The giraffe leaned forward until their lips were almost touching.
“Blaine?”
Now Kurt knew he was losing his mind. The giraffe’s lips touched his. Kurt shook. He was starting to believe this impossible thing before him. A miniature giraffe. There was no such thing, but here it was, in Blaine’s room, looking at him like Blaine might, if he were trapped and hopeless, and terrified for Kurt to leave him because absolutely mad and impossible things had already happened.
Kurt wrapped his arms around the giraffe and held him as tightly as he dared hold his tiny, transformed boyfriend.
“Oh...” Kurt suddenly could breath. “Oh my Goood...”
The giraffe, Blaine, bleated softly and pushed his face against Kurt’s.
“It’s okay, baby. I’m gonna get you out of this.”
Pair: Klaine!
Includes: magic, highlight for spoilers: mpreg of a non-main character
Word count: (total) ~17,215, (this part) ~5152
Summary: Blaine is magically transformed. Omigod.
Set after S3 “Big Brother” then goes AU. I didn’t even try to make it match up, though there are some repurposing of the events in “Choke.”
This fic is for my bb,
xenachakram12!References:
The Mini-Giraffe! http://youtu.be/rkB9OT2XVvA
Title: Waiting for Magic. It’s an Ace of Base song.
The movie they watch is called Nightmare Weekend, and it is one of the craziest, most confusing horror movies ever made. Not even B-grade, but sort of Huh?-grade. You don’t have to see it because that will only confuse you more. But here it is, anyway:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bEE1MJrZJdY
Blaine’s nail polish: Katy Perry Collection
Part One
When Kurt walked into Blaine’s bedroom, he expected his boyfriend to be grooving away to Roxy Music. That’s what was up on his iPod, in any case. It perched smugly on top of Blaine’s alarm clock:
Stitched up tight, can’t break free
Love is the drug, got a hook on me
Instead, all Kurt could see was the predictable mess of the middle of the week, Margaret Thatcher dog on the nightstand beside Blaine’s lotion and tissue (sigh), and what looked like a small stuffed giraffe sitting in the middle of the bed. He strolled around the room with a slight frown marring his brow and turned off the music.
They were supposed to go out tonight, but Kurt guessed that one of Blaine’s frillions of friends might have grabbed him, not giving him a chance to call and cancel their plans. He pulled out his phone to make sure he hadn’t missed any messages. Better to double check before having a panic attack.
Then, a weird, bleating sound caught his attention. Kurt’s head whipped around. There was no one there. Not a soul. Not even Cooper, who was supposedly staying for a few more weeks while their parents were out of town. Kurt circled the room, then sat on the edge of the bed to send Blaine a text.
His fingers froze as something touched his shoulder. His head turned slowly to see the giraffe. Staring at him. It nosed the sleeve of his cardigan. Kurt leaned over in disbelief, his eyes first raking over the little animal that he’d thought was just a toy, and then fixing on its huge hazel eyes.
It stretched its neck up and kissed the side of Kurt’s mouth.
Kurt jumped up and his hands shot into the air. “Omigod!”
The giraffe looked hurt. A noise came from its long throat, low and unhappy. Kurt almost felt bad, but it was a giraffe. A tiny little giraffe. Where the hell did Blaine get this thing? And why was it getting fresh with him?
Kurt drew closer again and held his hand out for the little creature. It nuzzled its long neck against his hand.
“H-Hello.” Kurt sat by it again and gave it an unsteady smile. It was definitely adorable. He just couldn’t understand why Blaine would have an impossibly tiny giraffe in his bedroom.
After a few minutes of petting the thing, stroking its cheeks and long, long neck, Kurt started to get up again, but the giraffe bleated unhappily.
“I thought giraffes weren’t supposed to make noise,” Kurt told it.
It started to rise on its long, wobbly legs, as though to follow him, but Kurt had to lurch forward to catch it before it fell off the bed.
“Careful!” Kurt pet its face and kissed its head. It looked at him hopefully and bleated once again.
After helping it to the floor, Kurt started to leave the room, but the giraffe tried to follow him. And it really wasn’t very good at walking. It didn’t look like a newborn, but it definitely didn’t know how to be a giraffe.
Kurt opened up his messenger bag and decided to take it with him. No way Cooper was going to take care of this cutie properly while he was in town. The man could barely take care of himself.
Paris Hilton eat your heart out, Kurt thought. She never carried a tiny giraffe around in her bag.
Kurt went about his business, carrying the giraffe in the messenger bag hanging across his body. That rested the giraffe in the bag right on his hip, so he could feel its warmth, and it would occasionally reach its neck up to rub against him. It was a needy little thing, and very scared.
Every so often, Kurt checked his messages, and he tried not to freak out that Blaine hasn’t answered yet. His mind race through the options, ranging from Blaine (oblivious) hanging out with the guys, to being dead in a ditch somewhere, to being with Sebastian. To making out with- No, no, no.
I am not that insecure. He refused to be the fretful, clingy boyfriend. They’d moved past that stage. He trusted Blaine. He trusted that Blaine wasn’t out with someone else, even if traitor thoughts pounded away inside his brain, making him scared sometimes.
When he stopped a moment and sat on a bench to rub the moisture from his eyes, the giraffe curled up against him and looked up at him with puppy eyes. Puppy eyes on a giraffe. Though they were really more like...
Kurt gaped at the giraffe for a moment. There was something about the charisma this animal gave off, and its need for attention, that made Kurt think of his boyfriend. Owners resembled their pets, right? The thought unsettled him, and it made him think that maybe he was just having an extended hallucination and not really carrying around a mini-giraffe. Instead of dwelling on it, he got up and headed to the pet store. Blaine was going to have to walk this little guy properly when he got back from wherever he was.
In the store, the giraffe looked around with interest, sweeping its head this way and that.
“I never knew giraffes were curious,” Kurt muttered. He fingered over the brightly colored harnesses for small dogs and cats, wondering what this little guy would need.
“Can I help you?” a girl with a name badge reading “Hi! I’m April!” asked.
“Just looking around. I’m not sure what we’ll need.”
“What kind of pet are you getting?” she asked.
Kurt raised a brow. He considered answering with the truth. “I’ll let you know if I need help finding anything.”
After a minute or so, Kurt had gotten distracted by the pet clothes, and was seriously considering getting a tiny bow tie (or three) for Blaine’s giraffe when he heard a weird noise.
“WAUGH!”
He looked down at the giraffe and petted it. “Shhh. Hey, we don’t want to draw attention.”
It let out another panicked bleat and turned toward Kurt. Its eyes begged him for help. Kurt looked around, trying to see what had startled it, but all he could see was random pet supplies, and a mirror.
“Is that what scared you? Don’t be silly. That’s just you.” Kurt crouched down a little and waved at the mirror.
The giraffe stared at its reflection and its ears went back.
Kurt rose and moved them away from the mirror. “Don’t be insecure. I think you’re a handsome little guy. For a giraffe. I can see why Blaine would want you around.”
The bleat that came next was soft, half-hearted at best. The giraffe pressed its head against Kurt firmly and didn’t look around any more that afternoon.
No one believed that Kurt’s little giraffe was real, which turned out to be better the next day when Kurt needed to take his little man out. People all thought it was a toy, because no giraffe could be that little. Kurt ignored them, because he was more interested in helping the poor giraffe learn to walk. It fell a lot. Tottered unsteadily on its ungainly legs. But when it took a few good steps, Kurt pet its head and fed it some leaves. Then it licked him with its long, long tongue.
“I’m spoken for, y’know. Cheeky little guy,” Kurt muttered.
The giraffe seemed pleased, for some reason.
When it looked tired, Kurt scooped it up and put it back in his bag and let it come with him clandestinely as he did the shopping for dinner.
While he was looking over vegetables, the giraffe poked its head out of the bag, causing a toddler to squeal and clap her hands as she sat in her cart.
The giraffe got its own litter box in Kurt’s room, although it seemed to take care of its business on the walk, and Kurt had never heard of a giraffe using a litter box. Granted, he’d never heard of a miniature giraffe before either. Maybe Cooper got it from one of his glamorous actor friends. They had exotic tastes, Kurt figured, and small attention spans. They might have gotten tired of this sweetheart, never let him run around outside of his cage.
Actually, the thought made Kurt feel funny inside. He didn’t want to think of anyone hurting his little man.
“You’ll be safe here,” Kurt vowed, folding up some blankets on the floor.
The giraffe looked up at him worriedly.
“What are you fretting about?” Kurt knelt beside him and stroked his fingers over the back of its head. “I’ll take care of you, okay?”
Kurt was a little afraid that he might be losing his mind, talking to this giraffe like it understood him.
He was certain his grip on reality was slipping later, when he shut the door to his room after his shower. He felt eyes on him, and he tightened the towel that was hanging loosely around his hips.
“Don’t be a pervert,” he told the giraffe indignantly.
The giraffe lowered its long neck and rested his head on the blankets, looking innocently at the vanity instead of Kurt.
“That’s better.”
A tiny face with big eyes rested on the edge of Kurt’s bed, staring at him as he tried to sleep. The same face had been staring at him while he went through his skincare regime. Eyes so hopeful, devoted, terrified.
“Fine.” Kurt rolled over, reached down, and brought the giraffe into the bed with him. “But keep your hooves to yourself.”
The giraffe bleated happily.
Kurt woke the next morning to a resounding “Dude!” and a sleepy bleat, and when he lifted his head, Finn was hanging in the doorway, staring. Kurt couldn’t help but remember the last time that Finn poked his head in the door when Kurt had a visitor in his bed, and the look on his face hadn’t been quite as curious and perplexed as it had been horrified.
“Get out.” Kurt threw a pillow at Finn, who infuriatingly caught it.
“Dude, what is that?”
Sam appeared behind him. Kurt wanted to hide his head under his pillow, but he’d just thrown it.
“It’s a giraffe. His name is Pierre.”
The giraffe sharply turned its head toward him and bleated in protest.
“I don’t think he likes that name,” Sam laughed. He came over to the side of the bed and reached over to pet it. The giraffe allowed it for a moment, but then looked plaintively at Kurt. It started to struggle to untangle its gangly mess of legs to get away.
“C’mon. Leave him alone.” Kurt shooed Sam’s hand away and pulled the giraffe closer. It moved its head over his shoulder, like it was trying to hug him.
“Uh...” Finn looked at Sam, his mouth open and unable to form words.
“That’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.” Sam grinned. “Like, ever. Where did you get it?”
“He was at Blaine’s house, and no one was home. He tried to follow me, so I decided I could take care of him for a few days.” Kurt frowned and reached over to his nightstand to check for messages. None from Blaine. He swallowed. “Have you seen him? Was he out with you guys last night?”
Finn shook his head.
Kurt drew in a breath. What if Blaine was hurt somewhere? Needing help that Kurt couldn’t find him to give?
He got out of bed, to the complaints of the giraffe, and headed over to his vanity to ready himself for the day.
While walking the giraffe, Kurt called all of Blaine’s friends that he knew of. He even considered calling Sebastian, but, unwilling to reopen that can of worms, he got Nick to ask him instead. No one had seen hide nor feather of Kurt’s boyfriend. He put his phone away and brought the giraffe back upstairs.
The giraffe listened intently as Kurt practiced for his school auditions, and when he finished, it bobbed its little head up and down in approval, then stamped its little hooves on the floor. Like it was clapping.
Kurt blinked.
“Okay. Um, thanks, Jacob.”
The giraffe seemed to frown. “Waugh.”
“Not Jacob, then.”
Kurt sat on the edge of the bed and fed the giraffe some leaves. “I do like the name Jacob, generally, though.”
The giraffe stuck its tongue out.
“You know. Because it’s the name of a hot werewolf. I guess you don’t like watching tweenie movies. Even my boyfriend only has so much use for them. He prefers bad reality tv.” Kurt rose and started to head out of the room to get dinner started. Of course, the giraffe followed and bleated piteously when it came to the stairs. Those must be hard to navigate, for a little giraffe with such disproportionate legs.
Kurt fetched his bag, settled the giraffe in it, and took it with him.
“What am I going to do with you when I have to go to school?”
Kurt gave Rachel and Mercedes a wave as they entered his room.
“Is that nail polish?” Mercedes asked with more disbelief than was actually necessary.
“Yes.”
“And...” Rachel came closer. “Oh my GOD, that is the cutest little giraffe I’ve ever seen!”
“I told you,” Finn said from the doorway.
“That might be the only giraffe I’ve seen... that size, anyway,” Mercedes muttered.
Rachel clapped her hands together. “I want one!”
Kurt continued to paint the giraffe’s little hooves. It didn’t seem to mind. It even picked out the color by bumping the bottle with its little nose.
A sparkly blue from the Katy Perry Opi collection entitled, Last Friday Night.
Monday came, and Kurt hadn’t seen his boyfriend now since Friday afternoon. He’d considered calling the police. In fact, he’d intimated just that when he called the Anderson house on Saturday and gotten Cooper on the phone. Cooper had assured him that Blaine would turn up, and he knew where to look, and had asked Kurt to give him some time to look for Blaine. He’d said something similar on Sunday.
Kurt had given him some choice words in return. Cooper had stopped answering the phone after that.
Bringing the giraffe to school would have been a problem, but it really seemed to want to go with him. Kurt had to shut the door behind him, and the poor little creature bleated and whined so pathetically that Kurt wanted to open the door and cuddle the poor thing until it understood Kurt wouldn’t let it die in there. God, what had Cooper done with the little guy? Kurt had always thought that giraffes were mute, but this one seemed pretty vocal. Maybe that was because it was so young? Who knew how big a lap giraffe would get.
Periodically throughout the day, Kurt tried texting Blaine. Still, no response. He skipped third period and lunch to swing back by the Anderson house. No one was there, but he looked around Blaine’s room once more anyway. No clothes seemed to be missing. Blaine’s suitcase was still there. Kurt dropped to his knees and started rifling through the laundry, as though that would get him somewhere. There were some clothes crumpled on the bed, too, the ones Blaine had worn to school on Friday. Kurt searched the pockets.
To his alarm, he did find something. Blaine’s wallet. Some change. His keys. And his phone. With all of the messages Kurt had been sending. The phone was on silent, probably from Blaine turning off the ringer in class.
Kurt dropped next to the bed. His eyes stung, and his chest seized. His lungs were filled up with concrete, and he couldn’t breathe. Blaine was gone, and a gaping wound had opened where the secure, quiet love of his boyfriend had been ripped away.
“Blaine?” Cooper’s voice entered the room before he did. Then as he saw Kurt there with his eyes shining, the man straightened up and raised his brows. “Oh. Kurt. It’s you.”
“His phone is here. And his w-wallet.” His voice broke and wobbled all over the place. “He wouldn’t leave without a way to buy food, or call for help! He wouldn’t just leave all of his things here!”
“Hey... Look, kid, he’s okay. Probably. Just stay calm, and I’ll take care of it, okay?”
“What are you gonna do? Check his credit?” Kurt snapped. A tear spilled over onto his cheek.
His sudden outrage at Cooper surprised him, but it was hard for Kurt to understand how anyone would be so cavalier about a missing family member. When he’d first met this guy, he couldn’t gush enough over him. It had been kind of embarrassing, actually. Now, looking at him, Kurt couldn’t see why he’d thought Cooper was such a great actor. Yeah, he was good-looking, but he was just a struggling commercial actor. Technically, most of the Glee club had as many credits as Cooper did, thanks to their mattress commercial. Some more, thanks to their Christmas special now racking up the views on YouTube.
“Um. Sorry. I’m just--” Kurt smoothed his hands over his cheeks and rose. “--stressed, I guess.”
Cooper, who looked like he’d been struck physically by Kurt’s disparagement, shook his head. “No, it’s fine. Just... hang in there, okay? We’ll find him.”
“Well.” Kurt hugged his arms. “I have his pet, so you don’t have to worry about that.”
Cooper leaned forward. “Pet?”
“The little miniature giraffe? I couldn’t believe it, when I saw the little guy. Do you know what his name is?”
“I... A miniature giraffe?”
“You haven’t seen it? It’s a tiny little giraffe. He’s really cute. I should get back to him, actually. He doesn’t like to be alone.”
“A miniature giraffe.” Cooper looked over his shoulder and raked a hand through his hair. “And you found it here? In his room?”
“Yes. He was on Blaine’s bed when I visited on Friday.” Kurt tilted his head to the side slowly. “You didn’t know he had it?”
“No, no, I... Yeah. Of course, I did. I just, uh, okay. Look, keep a close eye on that animal, all right?”
“I had planned on it.” Kurt gave Cooper a blatant once over. The man was not good at hiding his body language. He looked like he’d been caught at something. Kurt’s lips pressed into a flat line. He forced a smile and gave Cooper a wave as he breezed past him.
Cooper said nothing, but looked fairly spooked from Kurt’s expression.
The little giraffe was frantic after being shut up in Kurt’s room all day, and when he opened the door, it stumbled out and its legs splayed underneath it. It looked up helplessly and bleated at Kurt over and over in its distress.
“C’mon, little guy. Let me take you for a walk.” Kurt fetched the harness and took the giraffe with him, talking to it as he went. “I didn’t mean to leave you for so long, but I’m just so worried about my boyfriend. I haven’t seen him since Friday afternoon. I’m trying to keep it together, but... I really think we should put out a missing person’s report. It won’t do any good, if Cooper tells the police he knows where Blaine is, though... He’s up to something.”
The giraffe butted its head against Kurt’s legs affectionately and trotted quickly alongside him.
“Am I going too fast? Sorry.”
Kurt’s hand reached down to caress the little head. He closed his eyes for a moment, his heart pounding and tears threatening again. The giraffe bleated loudly and bit his pants.
“Hey!” Kurt glared down at the giraffe, then he knelt beside it. It watched him sadly and bumped its nose into his. “Oh. Thanks.” He smoothed his hand down the giraffe’s back and gave it a gentle hug.
“To be perfectly honest... I’m glad you’re here. Sometimes, when I’m worried, I just pour all my energy into taking care of someone, and... I’d probably be driving Finn and Sam crazy, if it weren’t for you.” He let out a shaky breath. “Intermittently bursting into tears and frantically cleaning the house.”
The giraffe bleated and leaned into him. Kurt tried to catch his breath. The giraffe’s fur was soft and fine, like baby hair, against his cheek.
When they’d returned to the house, Kurt didn’t start dinner. He didn’t feel like eating or even cooking. Instead he pulled out his notebook and flipped back to the “master class” with Cooper “I’ve done one commercial” Anderson. They read:
”Master” Class with
(Acting Straight for Commercials and TV)
Deep condition hair, maybe have teeth bleached
point randomly (do I do that?)
Palms in, not out. Out palms = jazz hands
Dress like doing laundry
Blaine smells nice today
Legs apart, not together (proud manliness? showing off the goods?)
Coop says-
Point during scenes? (so it’s a deliberate choice, not subconscious)
Yell your lines? Check tv shows for straight acting that has guys yell everything (might be shows set in insane asylums)
Note to self: Get Blaine something. He looks grumpy.
Kurt blinked at his notes. He’d come out of the Master Class thinking that Cooper was a genius. But apparently Kurt had been just taking random, useless scraps from his observations on Cooper’s body language and personal styling. It was as though his brain had been engaged on two different levels.
Something was weird here, Kurt decided. Beyond the obvious. The giraffe, who had its head in his lap, let out a snore. Kurt pet its head absently. It woke with a start and looked around.
“Hey, sleepy.”
His finger trailed over its soft fur. Kurt didn’t know if giraffes should be soft like this, or talkative like this, or so smart or so needing of attention. It seemed sometimes like the giraffe was scared to be left alone. Afraid that Kurt would leave him and never come back? Maybe everything was scary when you were so small.
Kurt kissed its little head, and the giraffe became excited, rubbing its head and neck against him.
“I promise to keep seeing you, even after Blaine comes- comes back.” Kurt covered his eyes. God, he was a mess. The giraffe licked his hand, and Kurt tried to give the little guy a smile. “What do I call you, anyway? Not Pierre, not Jacob. How about Michael?”
The giraffe shook its head. Kurt reached over to his laptop and turned on iTunes. Upon hearing Pink come on, the giraffe closed its eyes and let out a weird undulating noise.
Kurt laughed and patted the giraffe’s side when it stopped, lifting its head and frowning unhappily.
“Not so good, huh?” Kurt smiled. “Maybe we can practice. You like Pink?”
The giraffe stomped its hooves. Petting the giraffe gently, Kurt looked into its expressive face. A shiver went down his spine.
Those eyes.
“How about... how about Alistair?” he offered weakly.
The giraffe blinked at him. It looked so, so sad. Kurt’s throat tightened. But he couldn’t make himself believe what he suspected.
“We-We’ll find a name for you.”
Kurt just couldn’t bring himself to abandon the little giraffe again. Deep inside, he suspected that it was too important to keep his friend safe until he figured all of this out.
He skipped school again.
When he drove by the Anderson house, he noted that there were no cars there, so he headed inside and determined that he would find something that would tell him where his boyfriend was, and why Blaine’s brother was so stubborn about calling the police.
And if he didn’t find anything, Kurt was calling them himself.
As he moved through each room, the giraffe rode shotgun. The little guy was quiet for once and just took in everything around him. Kurt looked through papers, in every drawer and cabinet he could find. He went upstairs and searched through Blaine’s room once again very carefully, but didn’t find anything this time, either. Or anything missing, except for one 50s style flick comb that Blaine kept on his dresser. Kurt had given it to him last summer because the thought of Blaine combing through his pompadour (or whatever he was doing with his hair) and whistling the Jets theme made Kurt smile.
“Nothing here, hm, buddy?” Kurt touched the giraffe’s side and sighed. If it weren’t for fear of upsetting his little friend, he might have just collapsed onto the carpet and begun grieving. He headed for Cooper’s room.
Kurt’s hand hesitated as he reached for the knob. He leaned forward to listen, and when he heard nothing, he entered. Slowly. Quietly.
The room was fairly neat. Neat enough, anyway. Mama Anderson apparently kept the room in pristine condition for her favorite boy, and that was a good thing, since Coop apparently didn’t always have lodging or employment. The hazards of being a strangely famous but chronically out of work actor. Kurt slipped on a pair of gloves from Michael Jackson week and started to careful paw through things. Cooper wasn’t very organized with his paperwork, and there was a pile of scattered mail on the dresser, but he had awards from performing in high school which were perfectly in order. After a few moments, Kurt happened upon a Post-It that read:
Ward house
feverfew
bay leaves
ginseng
star anise
white candles
“Bay leaves... Making soup, Coop?” Kurt muttered. The giraffe made sort of a honk. He was amused, Kurt guessed.
With a frown, Kurt moved towards the bed. He searched the covers and the headboard (frightened as he was as regarding what one might find in Cooper’s bed). Then, on a whim, Kurt lifted the mattress. There was a little white bag there. Kurt took it, set the giraffe on the bed, and opened the bag.
The scent was distinctly herbal, but not delicious. No one made this with taste in mind, and there were other scents that Kurt couldn’t place. Inside there was also a little piece of wood with a marking on it, and a crystal. Kurt frowned as he weighed the bag in his hand.
“What are you for?” He took out the piece of wood and rubbed his thumb over the symbol.
He and the giraffe heard the noise at the same time. Kurt grabbed his bag, shoved the little white one back under the mattress, and darted for Cooper’s huge walk-in closet. He looked to the giraffe and held his finger to his lips as though it could understand him. It bobbed its head and pressed itself close to Kurt.
Cooper tromped upstairs. Kurt held his breath and tucked the piece of wood into his pocket.
“-maybe you aren’t as good as you think you are!” he crowed. “Look, we had a deal, and you couldn’t- I know that but- It’s not like I just sat on my ass and did nothing for five years! You didn’t keep up with your end of the deal either. You said this would work, and it didn’t. I need more time...”
Cooper sat on the bed. Kurt could see him through the slats in the closet door. His cheeks flushed. God damn, how did Cooper manage to be so stupidly attractive while also being such a jerk?
The giraffe bit his tie and tugged it. Kurt looked down at it to see pursed lips and flattened ears.
“What?” Kurt mouthed. He started to look up again and the giraffe tugged his tie once more. Kurt held the giraffe to his chest. “Quiet.”
“Well, I’m not letting you or your ‘magic wand’ near me,” Cooper said. “I’m still in my prime, and I have to strike while the iron is hot. I can’t afford to let myself go right now- Of course, I care about him! But this isn’t my fault, Delilah! You people are the one who did this to him!”
Angrily, Cooper shot up and left the room. Kurt waited. The giraffe waited. Kurt counted the seconds, then pushed the door open and slipped out of the room and into Blaine’s.
He collapsed onto the bed and curled over onto his side. Something had happened to Blaine. Who knew what kind of shady deals Cooper had been making? And letting his brother take the heat-- that asshole! He could have been kidnapped and held by the mob, or maybe he was being tortured, or violated, or...
The giraffe nosed his cheek, and Kurt looked up into the giraffe’s soulful eyes. His throat grew tight.
“How about George,” Kurt said, with no strength to his voice.
The giraffe didn’t respond. He just watched Kurt worriedly.
“How about...” Kurt sat up a little. He didn’t know if he was losing his mind, or if he was just hoping... He met the giraffe’s eye and cocked a brow. “How about...”
The giraffe leaned forward until their lips were almost touching.
“Blaine?”
Now Kurt knew he was losing his mind. The giraffe’s lips touched his. Kurt shook. He was starting to believe this impossible thing before him. A miniature giraffe. There was no such thing, but here it was, in Blaine’s room, looking at him like Blaine might, if he were trapped and hopeless, and terrified for Kurt to leave him because absolutely mad and impossible things had already happened.
Kurt wrapped his arms around the giraffe and held him as tightly as he dared hold his tiny, transformed boyfriend.
“Oh...” Kurt suddenly could breath. “Oh my Goood...”
The giraffe, Blaine, bleated softly and pushed his face against Kurt’s.
“It’s okay, baby. I’m gonna get you out of this.”
