I still want Blaine to be in Dalton. No matter how perfect that Blam scene was. (And it was pretty perfect.) I just have this drabbles in my head about Blaine and Mr. Puss (new OTP).

"That thing needs to go. There is cat hair on my blazer all the time. My door and bedpost is filled with scratches. And its smug face is everywhere. The. Cat. Needs. To. Go."

"No!"

"Blaine! Give it here."

"It's a he, Sebastian. He has a name. Don't you, Mr. Puss."

"Blaine, there is a special... farm where he'll spend his days frolicking in the afternoon sun with rainbows and catnip everywhere. Oh wait, that's Kitty Heaven and that abomination will go straight to hell."

"Don't listen to the mean Warbler. He's just grumpy because he's an attention whore and everyone loves you instead."

"Me? Jealous of a flea-infested pile of fur. Don't be delusional."

"Oh my god. You are jealous."

"Am not."

"So are."

"I am not."

"So are."

"Why are you in energizer bunny setting?"

"Don't change the topic... Nick gave me a huge basket of chocolates. I just ate a little bit. Like 5... 9... fine- 15 pieces. I mentioned this quaint chocolate shop a block from McKinley, next thing I know I have a basket of chocolate."

"Ahhhh, still wooing you. I see."

"Wooing?"

"Their words. Not mine."

"Why? I'm here already."

"They're just scared to lose you again."

"Don't they trust me?"

"They do. Of course, we do."

"Here I thought everyone was just genuinely nice."

"They are. I mean, they are nice, always have been. They just brought it to a whole new level because they missed you and having you here is really great"

"Okay."

"Look, you can't fault them for trying too hard. Everyone's been doing something. Nick with his chocolates. Jeff gives you a bowtie like every week. Thad always has cookies for you. And Brett's been less vocal against his advocacy that hair products are bad for the environment. The dark side may have cookies, but the Warblers have cookies, chocolates, and bowties. Everyone just wants to give you a reason to stay."

"And you?"

"Huh?"

"You said everyone. What have you been doing aside from being charmingly self-centered?"

"You wound me."

"Tell me."

"That stupid cat hasn't met any 'accidents', has he?"

"You won't hurt Mr. Puss."

"You're seriously concerned... No, Blaine. I won't hurt Mr. Puss. I promise that he isn't going to magically disappear no matter how much I abhor his pudgy face. He likes you, we have that at least in common."

"Good. I was worried I'd have to choose between the two of you. I happen to enjoy both of your companies. And to be honest, I was already kinda planning on how to tell you we can't continue hanging out when Mr. Puss is with me."

"But he is always with you."

"Exactly."

"Wait..."

"Come on, Mr. Puss. I think that dinner is still on going."

"...did you just metaphor- hypothetical- did you just choose that walking rug over me?"

"Let's see if we can get you some milk."

"Blaine! Hey, Anderson! An explanation would be nice. Blaine!"

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