Around a month ago, Emma drew me this wonderful avatar, and I’ve been meaning to thank her (via fic) since then, and I’m FINALLY done.
The basis of this fic comes from an article Becca and I read, where it said that if a cat butts its head against your face, it’s claiming you as a possession (or reminding you that you belong to it).
The first time Kurt ever does it, it’s nearly a month since he started living with Blaine. He’s still skittish and hesitant, shying way from Blaine one minute and then cuddling close to him the next. But Blaine is patient, and he’s not going to give Kurt any reason to distrust him.
It’s early evening, and Kurt is curled into his side—he’d been napping, and now his body is loose and pliant, his guard down. Blaine sits very still, one hand petting through his hair and scratching soothingly at the base of Kurt’s ears. And Kurt purrs, the sound still more subdued than it probably should be. But it still makes Blaine smile, because Kurt is finally learning how to be happy with him.
That’s the first time Kurt lifts his head, just a bit, and butts his forehead against Blaine’s jaw gently.