Hello there!

This is something I've been playing around with for awhile and I only just now began to write it. It's set in CP Coulter's Dalton-verse, but if you haven't read Dalton, you'll still get most of this fic (though I highly suggest you go check it out, especially if you love Klaine, it's awesome!).

The main pairing is Klaine, of course, but there will be some Rane (Reed Van Kamp and Shane Anderson-CP Coulter's original characters, so all cred goes there).

Enjoy!

Kurt and Reed almost did not see it on that early November morning. They had been walking back from the infirmary (Reed had sprained his wrist and the ace bandages in Windsor house were all suspiciously used up), up the stone steps to enter Windsor when Reed suddenly knelt down, stopping Kurt in his tracks as he had been walking behind him.

"Uh, Reed. It's kind of two degrees out. I'd really like to go inside, if you don't mind." Kurt frowned, desperately rubbing his mitten clad hands together in a failing attempt at creating warmth. Unfortunately for him, Reed didn't appear to have heard, much less comprehended, a word he had said. The smaller boy sat crouched on the side of the stoop, peering into the space between the bushes and the building's wall.

"Shhh." Reed said, not looking back at Kurt. The taller boy raised an eyebrow but moved slowly so that he was crouched down next to the strawberry blonde. It took his eyes a second or two to see it, but sure enough, it was there.

"Oh! Is that...?" Kurt frowned, turning his head to Reed who did not look back, but rather began to tilt his body forward.

He cautiously reached out one hand and then the other and nearly stretched his arms as far as they would go until he, to their luck, easily scooped it out of the snow with little protest on the other end.

"Sorry for the silence, I didn't want to scare him." Reed gave a small grin as he pulled himself up into a standing position once again. Kurt's eyes grew big and a grin had already begun to work itself onto his face.

"That is the cutest thing I have ever seen!" He nearly squealed. He was about to begin a rampage of baby talk but caught himself and once again quickly realized that it was well below freezing out.

"What are we going to do with it?" Reed asked in a small voice, nervous that the answer might not be the one he was looking for.

"Well...we certainly can't leave him out here-he'll freeze to death..." Kurt reasoned, crossing his arms and rubbing his shoulders over his wool military jacket as the harsh cold of the heavy air bit at his skin, "I mean, I'm surprised he's still alive as it is. It's pretty bad out here." Reed nodded gravely.

"In fact, can we go inside and discuss this? I sort of want all of my limbs in tact." Reed explained. Kurt nodded and just as they were about to walk into Windsor, Reed haulted them.

"What is it this time, did you find a zoo behind the bushes?" Kurt snapped as the air in his lungs felt icy and stinging.

"Well, we can't just bring an animal into a dorm, it's not allowed. We'll get expelled-and we've got Regionals coming up, remember?" Reed reasoned,

"Help me hide him, at least until we get upstairs." Kurt nodded and they began to devise places to pack it amidst their heavy winter wear, which was tough because they didn't want to smother him. Finally Kurt pulled his white fur-lined ear flap hat off of his head, turned it open side up and motioned for Reed to plop him in.

"With any luck, he'll be slightly camouflaged, you know?" Reed nodded and as Kurt gently pressed the hat into the inside of his now-unbuttoned coat, they entered the doors, practically ran up the stairs and accidentally slammed the door to their shared dorm room.

Reed began to strip himself of his layers as Kurt plunked down on his bed, an eager smile spread across his face as he coaxed the snow white kitten out of his equally snow white hat.

"Ree-eed, look how cute he is!" He gushed. He wasn't sure why, but as soon as baby animals came into play, all of Kurt's composure flew out the window and he was left a giggling, grinning, baby-voiced mess of a man.

Reed chuckled as he made his way over to the bed, tripping on his shoelace in the process, but catching himself before he hit the ground.

"He is sort of the cutest thing I've ever seen." Reed smiled down at the cat who had began to shake the leftover bits of snow out of his fur like a dog. The two boys giggled as the infant began to brush both of his ears with his paws, making sweeping motions over his face with his arms.

"I wish we could keep him..." Kurt let out absently, rubbing the back of the visitor's ears with his pointer finger. Reed sighed in agreement as he pushed himself off of Kurt's bed and plopped down at the desk, furiously typing things into Google.

"What are you up to?" Kurt asked as the kitten crawled into his lap, it's bright blue eyes peering up at Kurt in wonder.

"Well, we can't keep him, so I figured we'll have to give him up to a shelter or rescue or something. Only problem is, the shelter doesn't operate on the weekends, so we'll have to wait until Monday unless we want to take him to the next closest one, which is in...Newark. Three hours away. Not sure if a three hour drive is the best thing to be doing in this weather." Kurt bit his lip, attempting to hide his smile at the fact that they would have to keep him, at least for a little while.

"So I guess this little guy is our guest for the weekend." Kurt cooed as the kitten nuzzled into his chest. Reed nodded, also unable to suppress a grin.

The moment of peace with the visitor, however, was interrupted abruptly by a knock on the door.

"Shit!" Kurt whisper yelped, grabbing on in the gentlest way possible to the kitten on his chest and springing up from his bed. Reed hopped up too, only to have his ankle give in, causing him to trip on his way to the door. Kurt's eyes darted around, trying to think of the best hiding spot for the kitten.

"My closet!" Reed yelled frantically. Kurt nodded and dashed to the opposite end of the room, opened the door to the closet and put a finger to his lips, willing the little guest not to make a sound. As the closet door shut and Kurt ran to his bed, posing himself in a way that seemed casual and unsuspicious, Reed whipped open the door.

"Hey, Blaine." The shorter boy greeted nervously, his voice louder than it should have been, the door only open a crack and Reed blocking what little entrance there was with his body. Blaine raised a confused eyebrow and attempted to peer over the shorter boy's head,

"Uh, hey Reed. Is Kurt here?" He asked, not bothering to try to get inside. Blaine was pretty used to people in Windsor having...quirks. Reed only nodded,

"Yep." Blaine nodded back at him, waiting for an invitation inside-one that Reed did not seem like he was going to give. It was awkwardly silent for a moment until Kurt pushed through Reed, still not allowing much of the room to be viewed by his boyfriend.

"Hey!" He smiled nervously. Blaine beamed back at him and took one of his hands, "'Hey' yourself." He flirted.

"Yep, so what do you want?" Kurt asked-not in a particularly brash way, but as soon as he said it, he wished it had been nicer. Blaine cocked an eyebrow, but went on unphased.

"Movie date night-Netflix on the laptop in your room. You insisted on it yesterday, remember? I made grilled cheese," He said as he held up a Tupperware container, "Well, actually, Dwight took the toaster-I didn't ask why, so it's really just Kraft singles and bread, hope that's okay." Kurt couldn't help but grin,

"That's perfect." He squeezed Blaine's hand and gave him a small kiss on the corner of his mouth. Kurt had almost forgotten what he was doing when he began to lead Blaine inside, their hands still intertwined.

"Uh, actually, could you give me a second with Reed, I need to tell him something." Blaine's confused facial expression now seemed permanently drawn onto his face, but he nodded and gave them space.

"You need to get him out of here-Blaine's acting prefect, if he finds him he'll make us give him away!" Kurt spoke low, glancing over Reed's shoulder to the closet where the cat resided.

"What should I do? Where should I take him?" Reed bumbled, already working his way to the other side of the room.

"I don't know, go to Shane's room! And if you have time could you stop by the pet store on 5th street and pick up some stuff for him?" Reed nodded and their eyes met in mutual understanding.

"How'd you manage to sneak him out of your room without Blaine noticing?" Shane asked in wonder, a goofy grin on his face the entire time the story was being recounted. Reed smirked,

"Kurt distracted him." Shane wiggled his eyebrows mock-sexily, prompting Reed to swat at him jokingly. Before he retaliated, Shane scooped up the kitten and set it gently on the floor, patted it on the head-then turned to Reed ready to pounce. Shane pushed him onto his back, pinning him with both of his hands on his shoulders.

"I call foul!" Reed protested, his eyes smiling through his strawberry blonde mop. Shane's face turned soft and he leaned down to plant a gentle kiss, his left hand coming up to cradle Reed's head and his right sliding down to sit on his surprisingly toned chest. Shane began to sit up when Reed wrapped his hand around his head and pulled him down again, eager to just be close to the ball of energy that was Shane.

As time wore on, they both traded in gentle and sweet for something more wicked. Both gained confidence as they went and eventually hands skirted at hem lines, skin became heated under the touch of another and the two bodies became completely entangled.

"Oh my God!" Reed gasped just as Shane began to rock his hips a little and nip at the silky skin of Reed's alabaster neck.

"You like that?" Shane whispered in a simultaneously caring and aroused voice.

"No! I mean, well...yes," His speech paused as Shane ground down a little harder, but he managed to push through and articulate, "I meant, oh my God, the door's open. We didn't shut it all the way!" Shane could have laughed at the way Reed's voice went from deep and turned on to high pitched and freaking out in less than two seconds, but he didn't have the time because sure enough, the door was opened just wide enough for the tiny kitten to get by. The two boys sprung out of bed and made a quick check around the room just in case, by some miracle, the cat hadn't actually left the room, but to no avail.

"Well. This sucks." Shane murmured as he began darting out the door after Reed, forgetting his shirt lying on the bed and his belt undone in the haste.

So, if you've read any of my other stuff, you know that I don't tend to write with much dialogue, but I'm experimenting here-trying to find a balance between actions/descriptions and words. It would be great of you if you could tell me how I'm doing with that-I'd really like to know!

If you have any suggestions/comments/questions/(constructive) criticism, REVIEW!:D

Have a lovely day,

~Rhea