Blaine took in a breath, and let it out with a shuddering sigh. "Eli. His name is Eli. I met him online. You were... so busy, all the time, and everyone at McKinley, they are really your friends, not mine. They'd drag me along sometimes but I knew I was just 'Kurt's boyfriend'. I tried talking to the Warblers... there is a lot going on over there, changes, they didn't have time for me now either," he shook his head. "I felt so lonely. It hurt. More than I thought it would. So... I tried to make some friends online. Eli liked all the same things I did, the same songs, the same books, the same tv shows, his family also had a house on the Vineyard. Hell, he even went through my stupid bow-tie photo gallery and 'liked' each one of them."
He paused, collecting himself, and began again. "He asked if we could meet in person. I said, sure, I thought it would be fun to get coffee together, go to a movie, something, just so I had someone to talk to that really wanted to talk to me back, someone that wasn't too busy. He suggested we would have more privacy at his place... I know that should have set off bells but honestly I would have met him anywhere. So... we were hanging out in his room, just goofing off, you know, he was funny, playful. He said... he said he liked me more than as a friend. He said he thought I was sexy. He... kissed me. And I let him... Then I kissed him back. Really kissed him back, lying back on the bed kissing, frantic and passionate kissing." Tears started to drip down his face onto his pants but he didn't seem to notice. "He was on top of me, and whispered that he wanted me to get undressed, that he wanted me. I could... feel exactly what he meant. And... for a moment, I thought I might actually do it. It felt so good to be wanted. But... I stopped him. I said I couldn't... He thought I just wasn't ready yet. He drove me home, and kissed me again, saying he'd wait until I was ready, that he wanted us to be together. I... just got out of the car. He sent me texts, kept leaving me notes online... I felt so guilty I couldn't answer him. He asked for us to meet again, that he missed me. I... I came to New York instead. You know the... rest."
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He paused, collecting himself, and began again. "He asked if we could meet in person. I said, sure, I thought it would be fun to get coffee together, go to a movie, something, just so I had someone to talk to that really wanted to talk to me back, someone that wasn't too busy. He suggested we would have more privacy at his place... I know that should have set off bells but honestly I would have met him anywhere. So... we were hanging out in his room, just goofing off, you know, he was funny, playful. He said... he said he liked me more than as a friend. He said he thought I was sexy. He... kissed me. And I let him... Then I kissed him back. Really kissed him back, lying back on the bed kissing, frantic and passionate kissing." Tears started to drip down his face onto his pants but he didn't seem to notice. "He was on top of me, and whispered that he wanted me to get undressed, that he wanted me. I could... feel exactly what he meant. And... for a moment, I thought I might actually do it. It felt so good to be wanted. But... I stopped him. I said I couldn't... He thought I just wasn't ready yet. He drove me home, and kissed me again, saying he'd wait until I was ready, that he wanted us to be together. I... just got out of the car. He sent me texts, kept leaving me notes online... I felt so guilty I couldn't answer him. He asked for us to meet again, that he missed me. I... I came to New York instead. You know the... rest."