"Pav?" Kurt asked absently, dipping his cloth into the bowl again.
"My songbird, and dear friend," Blaine enthusiastically informed him. "He tells many wonderful stories. I am only sad he couldn’t come with me."
Kurt let out a quiet laugh. “Songbird? What is he, a minstrel?”
"No, he’s a canary," Blaine said plainly.
Turning very slowly, Kurt eyed him. “You-… of course,” he laughed, rubbing at his forehead with his free hand. “Of course. You talk to birds.”
Once Upon… by neaf puts beautiful images in my brain that I don’t ever want to get rid of. EVER.