Disclaimer: I do not own Glee

Characters: Blaine/Eli/Sam/Kurt

Drama/Romance

Glee

Stay, Stay, Stay

The look that had been in his eyes. Blaine couldn't stop thinking about the hurt that he'd seen in Kurt's eyes whenever he told him about Eli. Why had he even had to cheat on Kurt in the first place? Oh, right, because he felt like Kurt was pulling away from him, that he was losing him. He couldn't afford to feel even more alone than he already had.

And then, he'd messed up.

Blaine angrily hit the punching bag again and rested his forehead against it when it stopped swinging. Sweat ran down his face, but he didn't notice. He was caught up in his thoughts about how stupid he had been. He had let the one good thing in his life slip away in the blink of an eye just because he had felt alone and screwed up.

He walked out of the weight room and changed his clothes. He walked out of the school, his head low against the wind, not even caring that he hadn't put more gel in after working out and he probably looked like crap. He didn't care about much other than the fact that he'd hurt Kurt and there was no way he was ever going to make it right.

x.x.x

Blaine sighed as he stepped into his home and kicked off his shoes. He walked towards the kitchen and plucked the note off the fridge. He opened it, reading the note as he did so.

"Went shopping, Mom," Blaine muttered. He tossed the note into the trash and opened the milk carton. He pressed play on the messages and listened as his brothers voice crooned on. "Whatever." Blaine deleted the message and went into the living room, peeling a banana as he walked.

"Hey," a voice said behind him. Blaine spun around and the moment he looked at the person behind him, he dropped the banana. The dark haired boy stood near the fireplace, tossing a little stress ball from hand to hand. "I missed you. Why didn't you call?"

"I've . . . um, been busy," Blaine said, running all the options through his head as to how he could get the boy out of his house.

"So . . . you just left?" Eli asked, walking towards Blaine. "We had something that night, Blaine, and you don't call? I thought you felt something, too. Are you ashamed? Is it because of that other boy?" Eli stopped two feet away from Blaine and picked up the banana Blaine had dropped.

"It was a mistake," Blaine forced out. Eli frowned; tossing the banana away into a trash can in the corner.

"A mistake?" he repeated. He looked at the other boy, taking a step closer. "How was it a mistake?"

"I made a big deal before about Kurt possibly cheating and then I did. It was a huge, dumb -," Blaine was unable to finish the thought because Eli closed the space between them and softly pressed his lips against Blaine's.

Blaine tensed up momentarily, but then relaxed. Eli tried to take a step back, but Blaine reached up and placed his hand on the other boys cheek, keeping him there. Maybe it hadn't been a mistake. Kurt was in New York, after all. He was starting over, so why shouldn't Blaine?

He felt Eli's arms go around him. This was what Blaine was supposed to be doing, living his life. He couldn't be pining after someone almost six hundred miles away when there was someone only a few miles away. He tangled his hand into Eli's hair.

This was what Blaine deserved, to be happy.

They broke apart and Eli rested his head against Blaine's forehead, smiling at him. Blaine felt himself return the smile, taking Eli's hand in his. Yes, this was what he deserved, to be happy. He shouldn't be miserable his entire life.

"Come on, let's go watch a movie," Blaine said, pulling Eli towards the couch.

x.x.x

"You did what?" Sam asked in a hushed voice as they stood next to Blaine's locker. Blaine sighed, grabbing his Spanish book.

"I kissed him back," Blaine replied calmly. "I can't put my life on hold. Long distance relationships don't always work out, Sam." Sam slammed Blaine's locker shut.

"Dude, it's you and Kurt. You're, like, destined, soul mates, whatever the hell you want to call it! How can you just throw something like that away?" Sam asked. Blaine turned and looked at his friend.

"I didn't throw it away, Kurt did when he wouldn't hear me out," he told him before walking down the hall.

Why did Sam care what he did? It was Blaine's life; he should be the one making all of the choices. If he messed up, it would be his fault completely. He was pretty sure he wasn't going to mess up, though. He'd made his choice and Kurt had made his. If Kurt didn't want to be with him after all of his begging and apologizing, his loss. Blaine wasn't going to wait around anymore.

x.x.x

Blaine looked up at the white house that stood in front of him. He hadn't been there since school started, but there was no way for him to stay away. He started up the concrete walk and crossed the porch. After knocking on the door, he turned and looked at the neatly kept neighborhood, deciding that it looked a lot like the other ones in Lima.

"Come on in," a voice called from within the house. Blaine turned, looked at the door for a moment, and then pushed it open, stepping over the threshold.

Blaine walked into the house, which looked just as neat on the inside as it did on the outside. He heard banging off to his left and then found himself in the kitchen. Eli was standing at the stove, barefoot in jeans and a white t-shirt. Blaine felt overly dressed for the first time in his life with his vest, shirt, bow tie, skinny jeans, and loafers.

"Hey, I figured it was you," Eli said, moving past Blaine towards the fridge. He pecked Blaine's cheek and grabbed some margarine. "I'm making spaghetti. Hungry?"

"Nah, I just ate before I came," Blaine replied, stuffing his hands into his pockets. Eli nodded and moved back to the stove. "I thought we were going to a movie . . .?"

"We are, but there's still two hours," Eli said, stirring the sauce on the stove. Blaine stifled his smile as he saw the sauce splash all over the stove top.

"Right," Blaine said.

"You can sit down, you know," Eli said as he turned and looked at Blaine. "You look uncomfortable like that."

"Sorry," Blaine apologized. Eli frowned.

"No need to apologize, Blaine, just . . . relax a little, okay?" he asked. Blaine nodded.

"Yeah, sure," he replied and sunk down into a chair. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and knew that it was Sam asking if they were going to get together to rehearse his presidential speech.

Blaine adverted his eyes as Eli sat down with his spaghetti. He found it weird to watch people eat, and it felt weird to be watched eat. He looked at Eli as the other boy squeezed his hand. Blaine smiled, entwining their fingers together and returning the squeeze. All he needed sometimes was just a little bit of reassurance. That was all.

x.x.x

Blaine lay in bed that night, staring at the ceiling as the light from the street lamp flooded his room. Kurt was probably at some party and he was home in bed at ten o'clock. He rolled over onto his side, curling up in a ball. He wasn't so sure anymore if getting back together with Eli was a good thing. Sure, he felt like it was right when they were together, but whenever Blaine was alone all he did was think about what Kurt was doing and how much he had hurt him.

He missed Kurt. It was plain and simple. Eli was a complete opposite of Kurt. He didn't care about how he dressed or what he looked like . . . He just acted so secure, so confident and made Blaine feel like a two year old again. He'd already packed away his vests and had bought some shirts that weren't flannel and some bootleg jeans.

They always said that you weren't supposed to change for the person you loved, but Blaine was changing. Every time he was around Eli, he felt something about himself let go, he felt himself be more carefree. After all, who care about how you dressed or what you looked like? Everyone always said to let yourself go and that was just what he was doing now. He was letting himself grow and embracing his inner self.

"God I sound like Dr. Phil," Blaine muttered as his phone screen lit up with Eli's picture. He let it lie on his bed and vibrate. He didn't feel like talking to anyone right then.

He rolled off his bed and crossed the room to his window, looking out at where the snow was falling lightly on the ground. He sighed, his breath immediately fogging up the window. He just had to get through the year before he graduated. He could just throw himself into the world of presidency and keep himself busy with Glee until May.

He turned as the doorbell rang and he went downstairs. He opened the door to find Eli standing there, tears streaming down his face.

"Wha . . . What happened?" Blaine whispered, pulling Eli inside and embracing him.

"My . . . my . . . dad," Eli said, his body shaking as sobs coursed through his body.

"It's okay," Blaine said, stroking the other boys hair lightly as he let him cry on his shoulder.

x.x.x

"I shouldn't have been surprised, though," Eli said, his hands wrapped around a mug of coffee in Blaine's kitchen. "I just don't think that I can go back there tonight or tomorrow, at least not until he's calmed down."

"Of course not," Blaine said, squeezing his arm. "You can stay here, there's the guest room and I'm sure my clothes will fit." Eli laughed softly.

"Sorry, Blaine, but if you try to make me wear a bow tie . . .," he said, trailing off. Blaine returned his smile.

"Don't worry, I won't make you," Blaine replied. Eli looked at him.

"Good," he said as the doorbell rang again. Blaine frowned.

"Now what?" Blaine asked, pushing his chair back.

"Wait, I'm coming with you. It might be a serial killer," Eli said, causing Blaine to laugh as they made their way to the door.

He opened the door and found a familiar looking face looking at them. Blaine's mouth opened into an "o". Eli put his hand on Blaine's shoulder, frowning.

"Blaine?" he asked, looking at him.

"What are you doing here?" Blaine asked as he ignored Eli.

"I . . . I thought you would want to talk in person," Kurt said softly, "but I guess you've moved on. I'll . . ." He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'll just go, call me if you still want to talk." Blaine didn't say anything as Kurt turned and disappeared down the walk in a hurry.

"That was the mysterious Kurt?" Eli asked. Blaine closed the door and turned to look at Eli.

"Stay," he said. Eli frowned.

"Sorry?"

"Stay, stay, stay, please," Blaine said, gripping the other boys hand tightly.

"I will, I promise," Eli said as they held onto each other.

A/N: No hateful comments about the Eli/Blaine relationship. I was heartbroken with Klaine ended, but I wanted to try something with the three of them. The title came from a new Taylor Swift song.