Hopefully once Joslin knew how to use his new gifts he wouldn't be so consumed with revenge to use it on Matthew. Blaine had remained bitter for a very long time though, and he was prepared to be given the cold shoulder. Joslin would know that it hadn't been Blaine's intention to embrace him tonight, but it didn't matter when the conclusion was the same. He wasn't forced to turn Joslin, but his own selfishness had overridden the guilt of the action. The Russian was indeed family and Blaine couldn't bear to lose him like that.

Blaine slid down the wall to sit and let his head lean back. He hadn't mentioned his embrace as a barb, but simply fact. It had happened and couldn't be taken back, but it had cemented something deep in the root of the blonde's mind: Matthew could not be trusted to do what was best for anyone but himself. To know it logically was not the same as to know it on a viscerally physical level.

"You love him enough that you couldn't risk turning him yourself." It was a statement and not a question, because Blaine saw no other reason to be dragged into this. "That's still no reason to use me like a rabid dog to bite him."