The heat soared in the room as Eli shut the door. Blaine watched him as he lifted his shirt over his head revealing just what he expected, a toned six pack stomach. He tossed his shirt on the floor casually winking at Blaine. Blaine watched the shirt hit the floor thinking that Kurt would never allow his clothes to end of up on the floor like that. Even in their most heated make out sessions, Kurt always made sure his clothes ended up in a chair or on the end of the bed.

Eli came close and Blaine felt himself freeze up. “God you’re hotter than I expected.” Eli whispered as he entwined his fingers in Blaine’s pants loop.  “But…lose the shirt.”  He whispered into his ear, sending chills down Blaine’s spine.  Eli smiled as if he knew Blaine had goose bumps. He placed one of his hands on the small of Blaine’s back pushing him towards him. In that split second they were skin to skin, well Eli’s skin to Blaine’s shirt. Blaine gulped and looked at the ground.  He felt Eli place one soft kiss right under his ear and tug at the hem of his shirt. He gently pushed him away.

“Uh…I want to leave clothes on…” Blaine stammered. “For now…”

Eli smiled, “Fine.” He took a step back from Blaine, still fingers laced in his belt loops. In a quick three steps, Eli was on the bed with Blaine on top of him. Blaine’s head swirled around him and he felt sick. Eli leaned up and brushed the hair out of Blaine’s face. “Has anyone ever told you, you have beautiful eyes?”

Kurt had, Kurt did all the time. Sometimes they’d be in the middle of sex and Kurt would look down at him and say, “I could get lost in your eyes forever.” Or there were times when they were just together, nothing special and Kurt would look over and simply say, “Every time I look into your eyes, I fall in love with you all over again.”

“My boyfriend says…” Blaine said without thinking, he stopped himself his voice catching in his throat.  Eli raised his eyebrows and if anything Blaine said hurt him, he never showed it. “So that’s why you’re so nervous. Honey I just want to let you know…anything you got going on with you and your boyfriend doesn’t affect me. Either way I want you just the same.”

He guided Blaine’s hand between them and Blaine came in contact with stiff denim. “I told you before…you’re cute. This is what cute guys do to me. I can help you when you’re angry or alone, no big deal, no strings attached. It’s JUST a hookup okay.”  Eli smiled at him with his perfect teeth.

Blaine let his hand remain lifeless between them. He felt a familiar twitch in his own pants. He shut his eyes, “No.” He thought. Kurt was the only person to turn him on like this. Eli reached up and kissed his collarbone as Blaine kept his eyes closed. He let Eli kiss down his neck and under his chin.

He opened his eyes when Eli said, “Now the question is…top or bottom?”

Blaine hesitated again, “Uhh…I…I…both…”

Eli laughed and smiled, “Well in that case, I’m a top. Let me do all the work.” In a swift motion he hovered over Blaine pressing their bodies together. He leaned down and gently placed a kiss on Blaine’s lips. His lips moved against Blaine’s stiff ones and Blaine refused to kiss back. He felt Eli’s tongue find his in his mouth and it was too rough and too fast. It felt unfamiliar and wrong and Blaine couldn’t take it. “Wait.” He said as Eli pulled away. Eli smiled at him and let Blaine sit on the bed.

“Tell you what...” Eli said from behind him, Blaine could hear him zip up his pants. When had that even happened? Blaine couldn’t even remember if he was the one who had done that in the first place.

“Tell you what… I’m going to get another drink. Take all the time you need sweetheart.” Eli climbed over the bed and placed a kiss on the back of Blaine’s neck. It sent shivers down Blaine’s spine.

Eli left and Blaine sat on the bed, tears in his eyes. He couldn’t do this, he knew from the moment he had come here that he couldn’t do this. Then why had he come here? He cheated. He felt his breath quicken and his heart beat faster.

He cheated.

He cheated.

He cheated.

He cheated on Kurt.

Hadn’t he been the one last year who overreacted when Kurt TEXTED a guy. He was in the apartment of a guy he didn’t even know. He had let a guy touch him the way Kurt knew how, he let a guy kiss he the only way Kurt did, and he let this get so out of hand so fast.

His own words echoed in his head, his own words from last year, over the Chandler fight, “Well then talk to me. Tell me that you’re unhappy, but don’t…cheat on me.”

He was a hypocrite; he had made Kurt feel so bad and attacked him during glee for TEXTING.  Suddenly all of that felt so small, all of the little fights they had had didn’t mean anything, all of the unanswered phone and Skype calls didn’t MEAN anything. They didn’t mean anything because after Kurt finds out…Blaine couldn’t even think. He felt nauseous, the watery feeling in his mouth taking over as his stomach churned.

Eli returned holding two drinks in his hand, “Ready Sexy?”

Blaine pushed past him to the bathroom, just making the toilet. Eli followed slowly; he didn’t pat Blaine on the back or tell him it was going to be okay. He stood in the door frame. It wasn’t mean, it was just the fact that he didn’t have to. Blaine knew that, he wasn’t his boyfriend, he didn’t have to take care of him. And then it hit Blaine, he was still alone. Even if he mustered up enough courage and strength to actually sleep with Eli, after tonight he would still be alone.

“I have to go…” He said standing as the room spun around him.

Eli didn’t stop him he walked him to the door and handed him a bottle of water. “Hey Sexy?” Eli called from the doorframe.

Blaine turned to face him.

“Don’t call.”

“I’m sorry…You were expecting….”

“No it’s not that. I could get any guy on campus. But from the moment I actually looked into your eyes, I realized you weren’t ready for this. You’re sad Sexy, but remember sadness is temporary. Something like this is permanent.”

With that he shut the door leaving Blaine. Blaine stood there for a moment and stumbled to his car, a normal person would have thought he was drunk, but he was sober. One hundred percent sober. He pulled out his phone and booked the next flight to New York.