�� He had put what Wes called his "Hi! I'm Blaine, and I'm so happy you *have* to love me" face on the second he slid into the seat in that coffee house, and had kept it on the rest of the day. It was only now, almost a week later, that he could actually mourn.

He wasn't sure what was worse, the moment he had seen them kissing, or the car ride home when Dave was suddenly all Kurt could talk about.�

Blaine groaned and rolled over, pushing his face into a pillow and crying. Dave was, from what Kurt had told him, a perfect boyfriend. Blaine could remember the whole conversation.�
. . .

"So he's really upset whenever you mention the bullying thing. What happened to us both was just awful, and I don't want to make him uncomfortable. He's always been there for me Blaine," Kurt said eagerly, looking at Blaine, "And he's so important to me. OK?"

Blaine nodded silently, smiling tightly and faking enthusiasm like only he could.�

But Blaine could already feel the tears prickling at his eyes. He shoved them down. He was NOT going to cry. Not in front of Kurt.�

. . .

�� Blaine sniffled and shoveled more ice cream into his mouth, trying to distract himself by watching Cinderella and her woodland friends make a ball gown. That usually worked wonders.�

But there were birds helping Cinderella out.�

And those birds reminded him of Pavarotti.�

And Pavarotti reminded him of Kurt.�

�� Blaine yelped as Lord Tubbington jumped up on the bed. The sight of the cat he usually hated now just made him feel vaguely pathetic.�

�� "Hey buddy. " Blaine said cautiously. "Want some ice cream?"

�� The cat looked at Blaine questioningly before sidling over to beside Blaine and sticking his face into the container. Blaine just stroked Lord Tubbington's fur and cuddled with the cat for a little while until he finished the ice cream. Then Blaine went from "Human with delicious cold stuff" to "creature that is attempting to cuddle".�

�� Lord Tubbington stared menacingly at Blaine for a good minute until Blaine let go, sad that his "Love me, 'cause I love you" expression hadn't worked.�

�� Then it hit him.�

�� He had just been rejected by a cat.

�� He couldn't even be an old cat man living with only his feline companions. He was going to be alone for the rest of his life. Without even cats.�

�� Blaine sighed and rolled out of bed, trailing the covers behind him. He was wearing Dalton sweatpants and a joke shirt David bought him with a picture of a giant bow tie wearing a medium sized bow tie and so on and so forth. Blaine walked slowly into his bathroom and looked into the mirror.�

�� His first impression was "God, I look like a hippee without gel in my hair. "
Usually, he would have it plastered to his skull, but right now, he just couldn't bring himself to care. His eyes were red and puffy from crying, tear tracks ran down his cheeks, and his nose was running. �That, coupled with the stupid t-shirt and sweatpants left no doubt in Blaine Anderson's mind. �

�� He would never be worthy of Kurt.

�� With that thought in mind, Blaine went over to David's room to beg for more ice cream.�

�� Because, Blaine reasoned, if I have ice cream, at least the cat will love me.�