Not Alone | Blaine Anderson

Never Enough

"I missed one show!" Rachel hissed.

"Rachel," Blaine began, "you should actually be glad that they don't know you're seriously considering leaving your show to do a TV pilot."

"Wait, what?" This was all news to me. I hadn't been the best at keeping up with the latest gossip. "Rachel you can't be serious? Broadway is your dream!"

"Stardom is my dream! And if I'm branded a problem child this early in my career, it's basically over. I-I might be ambitious, but I'm not a bad person!" Rachel explained.

Santana just shook her head, "You can't expect total strangers to know exactly who you are. I mean, look at Angelina Jolie - she used to be that girl with the vial of blood around her neck who liked kissing her brother, and now she's Mother Earth."

"How'd she do it?" Rachel whimpered.

"Two things- publicist and a cause," Santana explained.

Blaine shook his head, "She can't afford a publicist."

"And I've always been my cause!" Rachel exclaimed loudly.

Kurt muttered, "Inside voice, honey."

"Sorry," she winced.

"Well you don't need a publicist when you've got Snixx on your side," Santana informed us, "If there's one thing I know about, it's cultivating an image. In high school, I was a huge bitch, but also most popular. I was voted Best Shoulder to Cry On and Most Likely to Poison Someone."

Rachel interrupted Santana, mumbling, "Excuse me," before going over to shout at some woman about her dog. This was apparently enlightening as Rachel had now found her cause.

Later the day, we had been taken to an animal shelter for Rachel's new cause. I wasn't complaining, I loved dogs, and had always wanted one for myself. I felt quickly in love with a small, smiley pomeranian, who I was able to pick up and hold.

"Blaine, this is Pom Pom, Pom Pom, this is Blainey," I came over, talking in a baby-voice as I snuggled up to the dog.

"Awh," Blaine sighed, but not making any effort to stroke the dog. In fact when I got closer, he took a step back. I noticed he had been a little on edge the whole time we were there, was he frightened of dogs?

"What's wrong Blaine, are you okay?"

"I just," he appeared embarrassed to admit it, "I'm a little scared of dogs."

I was right, "How come, they're so adorable."

"They're cute, I just would rather not touch them. A chihuahua bit me when I was younger, I haven't stroked a dog since," Blaine reasoned.

"That's because chihuahuas are evil spawns of satan, but this little guy here, he's an angel," I informed Blaine, gesturing for him to stroke the dog.

His hand nervously approached the dog, carefully stroking his back. The dog appeared to like Blaine, instantly moving up to put his paws on Blaine's chest, licking his chin. Blaine smiled, quickly taking the dog into his own arms. "Hey little guy, you aren't so bad."

"I just wish we could adopt him, it makes me feel so sad he's just been left here," I sighed.

"No dog policy in the hotel," Freddie informed us, passing by, "not my rules!"

"Well I'll make sure to find you a home," Blaine spoke to the dog in a baby voice, much like I did. I was glad he had overcame his fear.

Although we didn't adopt Pom Pom, Sam had taken a liking to his own dog which he decided to adopt.