I'm glad people are enjoying the stories and if you've got any other pairings you'd like to see then drop me a message and, who knows, I might end up writing them; it all depends on how I feel about the pairing. Also if you ever want to listen to the songs that inspired the stories then let me know and I'll start adding the singers names to the titles (or at least in this little bit here).

Disclaimer - I do not own the characters and this is purely fictional. The right for the characters remains with the creator and I in no way suggest any sort of ownership of them. Fiction is just for fun.

Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien

It had been a long time since Blaine had gone into the auditorium alone. The other Glee guys used it all the time to settle arguments and to have some long had thinking time while singing a song. Blaine had only ever done it a couple of times and he couldn't remember the last time he had done it alone.

It was a couple of days after Mr Schu's wedding and Blaine was regretting everything that had happened. It had nothing to do with Mr Schu and Miss Pillsbury because, let's face it, everyone knew that wasn't going to go down smoothly. The extent that Miss Pillybury's O.C.D had taken hold of her recently was overwhelming and no one was at all surprised when she had disappeared on the wedding day. Unusually though the reception went ahead and what happened at the reception was what Blaine was regretting.

Blaine had slept with Kurt. It wasn't even a surprise because they had been making out in the back of the car before the wedding and then they sung on stage together so everything was leading up to that point and Blaine loved it at the time, and the next day. The more he thought about it though, the less he began to love the idea of it; the idea of hooking up with Kurt every time he was back in town. He had turned into one of those gay guys, the kind of gay guy that will go out on a Friday night, throw back a couple of shots and make out with the first guy that crosses his path.

"You asked to meet me?" Sam was walking towards him from the opposite wing and they both met in the centre of the stage. If it was anyone else then it could have been a magical moment but Blaine knew this wasn't the kind of magic moment he would have been hoping for.

"I slept with Kurt." Blaine's face was a twisted sense of regret and disgust. Not for the action but for the reasons behind it.

"Okay…" Sam failed to see why this had anything to do with him but his best friend was hurting and he wasn't about to be selfish and bring it back around to himself. He had to be there for Blaine.

"I didn't want to."

"Are you saying that Kurt-"

"God no!" Blaine had quickly realised what his comment had implied and had to backtrack. "I did want to but, you know, afterwards I regretted it." Blaine wanted to cry, he wanted so badly to cry but he couldn't. His mind was too busy beating him up over his one night with Kurt that he couldn't bring himself to shed a single tear.

Sam walked over to the edge of the stage and sat down, gesturing for Blaine to come and sit next to him. If Sam had his guitar with him then this would have been the perfect time to play some acoustic country song about a break-up or somebody doing something they regretted; country music was full of that stuff. But Sam had left his guitar in the choir room and he couldn't think of any songs, off the top of his head, which would have fit Blaine's situation.

"Why do you regret it?" Sam was the first one to break the silence and, even though the pair weren't looking at each other, they still knew that the other one was waiting for something to be said.

"Because it was wrong. He only wanted one night and, deep down, I knew it was only going to be a one-time thing but I still went ahead and did it anyway."

"You can't beat yourself up over a one night stand. If everyone beat themselves up over one night, one mistake, then nothing would ever get done. Everyone does it. The main thing is that next time, when Kurt does come back around, you'll know to say no." Blaine shook his head. Sam still hadn't looked at him, deciding that maybe staring at the ground or his shoes was better, but he knew Blaine's reactions.

"I can't though, I'm helpless."

"Why." Blaine realised he had talked himself into a corner and stood up, wanting to run away but wanting to stay exactly where he stood. He couldn't decide if he should pick up his things and run to his car, drive home and cry or whether he should stay where he was and tell everything to Sam. It took him too long to decide and by the time he had made a decision, Sam was already stood in front of him. He couldn't run now, he couldn't just turn and run out on Sam without an explanation.

"Because…" It was all that managed to escape his lips and even that was weak. He wanted to say so much more, to tell everything, but he couldn't find the words. He was normally the eloquent one, the one that always knew exactly what to say, but when it came to Sam he felt like every word he ever knew just fell out of his head. He could almost picture them, a huge heap full of words that he wanted to say to Sam but couldn't, just resting next to him. It was times like this he was glad he had such a vivid imagination otherwise he would have ended up verbalising them and he couldn't do that, not with Sam stood a few feet in front of him.

"Blaine, is something wrong? Are you okay?" Blaine's demeanour must have changed because Sam looked concerned, more than usual.

"I couldn't do it because of you." Blaine turned away from Sam, regardless of what his expression turned out to be he couldn't look at him. If he got angry he didn't want to remember Sam angry and if he smiled he didn't want to see that perfect smile. There was no way Sam's reaction to this could be good. With that in mind Blaine figured there was no reason not to tell him everything that was on his mind. "When he suggested it I thought we were going to get back together but I didn't really want to get back together with him." Blaine began pacing the stage, looking at the floor rather than at Blaine. "I did it because recently I've been feeling really lonely. It wasn't until we got closer that I started feeling it. It used to be the closeness I had with Kurt and now, now I've got it with you and I want it to go further but it can't."

Blaine wasn't expecting what Sam did next; he reached out and put his arms around him. He pulled him into a hug and held him close. It was very unlike Sam. Blaine buried his head into Sam's shoulder and he could feel the tears in his eyes. Now his mind wasn't holding things back it was free to let the tears fall and that's what would happen if Blaine didn't fight them.

After a couple of minutes of silence, just Sam holding Blaine in the middle of the stage, Blaine felt the need to separate himself from his friend. "Feeling better now?" Sam asked. He had learned, when dealing with his family, that if he overreacted to situations then it only made them worse. He had learned quite well to keep his emotions in check when he needed to. Blaine nodded in response to his question.

"So, where does this leave us?" Blaine wiped a tear away from his cheek, hopefully the last one.

"The same place we have always been." It wasn't the answer Blaine wanted to hear but it was the truth. He felt his head drop down and couldn't find the energy to hold it up high. "Look, you're my best friend around here. There's no one that knows me better than you do and, I spoke to Quinn the other day. We've kept in contact since she left and she told me about her and Santana." It wasn't ground breaking news, people had been a bit suspicious about how close they were getting anyway and Santana wasn't known for keeping her mouth shut. "And I told her I'd been having these feelings for you." Blaine's head snapped back up so fast he could've easily gotten whiplash. "Let me finish." Sam interrupted. "I do like you, as like, more than a friend. I do. But then there's Brittany and, it's weird because, I have strong feelings for her too. I don't want to label anything because everything is just what it is, but I like being with her." Blaine had this speech before, from a guy back in Dalton; only back then the guy was interested in another guy, not a girl.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have called you here and told you everything. It was a mistake. Can we just forget it happened?"

"You don't look at the bigger picture do you?" Blaine was still slightly confused and there was a twisting, knotted feeling in his stomach that made him want to run home. It was the same feeling he got every time he focused on Sam; his lips, his smile, his hair, his abs. Everything made Blaine get that feeling. "We don't have time to regret things. We're not here for long; at McKinley or the world." Who knew Sam could be profound? Blaine had his suspicions that there was more to Sam than meets the eye. "So why do you always want to take things back? If you hadn't slept with Kurt then you wouldn't have called me here, you wouldn't have told me everything and I wouldn't have told you that if I me and Brittany don't work out then I'm coming for you." Blaine felt a smile creep across his face. Blaine hadn't said anything beneficial the whole time he had been stood with Sam but somehow he felt better. Sam had made him feel better. "You understand?" Blaine nodded and Sam gave him a quick hug. "I've got to meet Brittany in the choir room but we need to hang out, tomorrow. Text me." Surprisingly he gave Blaine a kiss on the cheek and darted out of the room.

Blaine didn't feel the original vibration in his pocket but his phone vibrated every couple of seconds to tell him he needed to check it. Someone was trying to contact him. He took out his phone. A text. From Kurt. Are you okay? Thought our hook-up might have freaked you out.

It took him a couple of seconds to respond, trying to come up with exactly what he wanted to say. His mind had spent so long regretting everything that had happened that he had never thought about what to say to Kurt the next time they spoke. His thumbs glided over the screen, quickly and elegantly. He didn't re-read his message but quickly sent it off to Kurt before he could regret anything else.

He glanced down at his phone and there it was, just below Kurt's message; Blaine's response. I don't regret anything.