Blam!!
Title: More Than A Memory
Rating: PG13
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Blaine/Sam, Sam/Kurt, and a little teensy bit of Kurt/Blaine
Summary: We Blaine and Sam through their relationship. Dig into their past, and go a little bit into the future.
Spoilers: Up to A Very Glee Christmas
August 2009
Sophomore year. Sam had barely survived freshman year, but he knew he shouldn’t complain. Dalton was a nice place. There was no drama among the students, but that was more than made up by the insane classes and the fact that the power went out at least twice a month. Last year, it had gone out for a good three days.
His roommate from last year had moved to Boston, so Sam had no idea who he was rooming with. He did know, however, that the boy had already gotten there when he got to his room and the door was open. He heard the sound of…running water?
“The fuck?” he muttered. He walked in, and saw a short kid standing there. He had curly black hair, and pink sunglasses sat perched on his head. He had a clear, animal travel container on the bed - Sam’s bed - while he was setting up an aquatic tank on the table.
“Who are you, what the hell are you doing and I swear to god if that thing is poisonous, it’s going out the window.”
“Blaine Anderson, your roommate. Hamlet’s tank needs running water, and he couldn’t hurt a fly.” The short boy turned around to face Sam and smiled. “You must be Sam.”
“Nice to meet you…” Sam said slowly. “That thing is on my bed.”
“Ten seconds.” Blaine turned quickly to the tank, checked something on the side and then turned yet again and picked the frog up off the bed, much to Sam’s relief. He reached inside, scooped it out and slid it gingerly into the tank.
“How did you even get that in here?” Sam asked. “Pets aren’t allowed in the dorms.”
“Very carefully.” Blaine slid the screen over the top of the tank before turning to Sam.
Sam raised an eyebrow. “Well then. Welcome to Dalton.”
September 2009
“Sam? Can I ask you something?”
No, Sam thought. “Go ahead.”
“Why are you here if you’re into football? Dalton doesn’t have an athletics program.”
Sam snapped his book shut. “We’re not talking about this.” He looked up at his roommate. “What about your audition for the Pelicans?”
“You mean the Warblers.”
“Yeah, them.”
“I dunno.” Blaine shrugged, but a smirk played on his lips. “Maybe… I got a feelin’ that tonight’s gonna be a good night-” His purposely off-key singing was cut off by Sam’s pillow getting thrown at him.
“That song needs to burn in hell.”
“I rather like it,” Blaine smiled.
“You would.” Sam rolled his eyes.
October 2009
Dalton had been lucky. Only a few power outages, only about an hour long. Everyone who had been to Dalton before, including Sam, were on the edge, waiting for the week long blackout they knew was coming, while the fresh meat walked around in blissful oblivion.
Sometime in October was when it happened. Blaine was listening to an iPod playlist of songs they were singing for the Warblers, and Sam was reading a comic book. The lights flickered, and then the room went dark. There was a collective groan from the entire hall.
After half an hour, the Warden - no one could pronounce his name, so that’s what everyone called him behind his back - came through the hall and told everyone to get out their flashlights. The power would be out for at least the rest of the night.
“What’s your problem?” Sam shone his light onto Blaine, who had started panicking.
“Hamlet’s tank can’t get below a certain temperature,” Blain said. “And without the power, his heater’s not gonna work, and without the heater, he could die!”
“Okay, Blaine? Calm down.” Sam stood up. “Go down to the mess hall and get a meat thermometer and a cup. The electricity doesn’t affect the water, so we’ll just add warm water to the tank whenever it gets cold, okay?”
“We’ll have to be up all night.”
“Do you want your turtle-”
“Frog.”
“-to die?”
“No…”
“Then go!” Sam shooed Blaine out. The shorter boy nodded before running off.
Five hours later, Sam was exhausted. “Say something,” he commanded Blaine.
“Like what?” the boy blinked at Sam.
“Anything.”
“Well… My parents live in Lima, but they sent me up here to go to school. My middle name is Jason, I love Red Hots - the candies, I mean - and I’m gay.”
“My parents are dead. My grandparents live in town, but they don’t wanna put up with me, and that’s why I’m here. I think it’s because I remind them of my mom. I look just like her. My middle name is Vincent, I love cherry coke, and I’m straight.”
Blaine cocked his head at Sam. “It doesn’t bother you that I’m gay?”
“Should it?”
Blaine smiled widely. “I think I love Dalton.”
December 2009
“Why am I doing this?” Blaine rubbed his temples.
“Because you love me,” Sam grinned
“For some reason.”
Blaine checked his phone. “It is December. In Ohio. At 11PM. And I am standing outside in the snow for Smurfs.”
“Avatars.” Sam rolled his eyes.
“Whatever.”
“C’mon, it’ll be fun.” Sam gave Blaine a grin.
“Well it’s not exactly like I can just leave.” The shorter boy nodded to Wes, who had driven them there.
“You’re stuck with meeee,” Sam said in a sing-song voice.
Blaine laughed. “Guess I am.”
February 2010
The first change Sam noticed was that Blaine lost the pink sunglasses. But that happened way back in September, just after they had started school. So he really didn’t think anything of it.
Slowly, Blaine would start tucking in his tie. He stopped drinking Diet Coke and started drinking tea. He stopped doodling Disney characters and the Harry Potter logo in the margins of his notebook and focused more and more on the Warblers.
But the real change came in February. Sam awoke to the smell of…something burning. He sat up straight, his mind racing. The circuit breaker broke again and set the school on fire this time oh my god we’re all gonna die. It took a moment for his brain to clear until he noticed Blaine in front of the mirror, straightening his hair.
“Blaine?”
“Yeah?” Blaine looked at Sam in the mirror.
“What are you doing?”
“Trying out a new look.”
“Well I think you’re killing your hair cells.”
Blaine rolled his eyes, unplugging the iron and setting it down on the table, before starting to style his hair exactly how he wanted it.
“You’re a moron.” Sam rolled his eyes, rolling over and closing his eyes. Blaine didn’t respond.
March 2010
Sam had never seen Blaine so upset. He felt out of place, being Blaine’s only non-Warbler friend, as they all stood outside, under the large tree.
Blaine placed a shoebox in the hole Dave had dug, and then moved away, holding back his tears. Sam quickly moved to his side.
“It’s gonna be okay…” he tried to comfort his friend.
Blaine just nodded numbly, and Sam wished he knew what to say.
May 2010
“Can you believe we’re Juniors?” Blaine asked, as he zipped up his bag.
“Can you believe we’re leaving tomorrow?” Sam grinned from where he sat on the floor at the foot of his bed.
“It’s been a long year.”
“Tell me about it.”
Sam rubbed his temple as the lights suddenly went out. “Great,” he groaned.
“We couldn’t have had one last night,” Blaine groaned.
“No, because this building is possessed.”
“By a ghost.” Blaine smiled, but it wasn’t the wide, goofy smile of August. It seemed different. Blaine seemed different.
“His name should be Almaric.”
“What kind of name is that?” Blaine asked. “He’s a ghost, not a wizard.”
“What if he is a wizard?” Sam grinned.
“So the school is possessed by a wizard ghost named Almaric who likes to turn off the power.”
“Yup.”
Blaine smiled, before grabbing his blazer off his bed, slipping it on and hugging it around himself. “God,” he said. “It’s May. It should not be this cold.”
“Here.” Sam shrugged his army green jacket off his shoulders, and held it out for Blaine. The shorter boy smiled again.
“Not exactly my color,” he said, sliding his blazer off and taking the jacket from Sam. “Thanks.” He smiled, hugging it around himself.
“So,” Sam said. “We’ve known each other for ten months and you’ve never told me. If your parents live in Lima, why don’t you go to school there?”
Blaine sighed, sitting down next to Sam and flicking his flashlight across the wall. “I did. McKinley High for freshman year. It’s not exactly a gay-friendly school like Dalton.” He shoved up the sleeve of Sam’s jacket, shining his flashlight on his arm to show a white scar. “Someone shoved me into an open locker. The corner of the door caught my arm and cut it bad. That was the last straw, so…I ran. I was scared, and Dalton seemed like the perfect place to be safe.”
Sam was speechless. “Oh my god… Blaine… I’m so sorry…”
Blaine shrugged and smiled. “It’s not a bad thing. I’ve made friends here. I’ve met you.” He tugged the sleeve down and put his hand on Sam’s knee.
The brunette boy felt something odd in his stomach, and before he realized it, his lips were on Blaine’s and he was kissing him, and he was kissing Sam back. Until Sam jumped away from Blaine, his eyes wide.
“Sam…” Blaine said slowly.
“We should get some sleep,” Sam mumbled. “Big day tomorrow.”
“Sam.”
Sam turned to Blaine. “I’m not gay.”
“I didn’t-”
“I’m not gay.” He turned away from Blaine and got into bed, pulling the covers over his head.
Blaine opened his mouth to say something, but he thought better of it. He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment before climbing into his own bed.
August 2010
Blaine had tried to get ahold of Sam all summer, but the brunette never answered. So Blaine was looking forward to seeing Sam face to face, so the other couldn’t run away.
“Dave?” Blaine asked in confusion, seeing the senior unpacking his bags.
“Hey man,” Dave grinned.
“Where’s Sam?”
“He’s not at Dalton this year. There are rumors going around that he talked his grandparents into moving to Lima.” There was a long pause before Dave looked up at Blaine.
“Hey, you okay, dude?”
“Yeah… Yeah, I’m… I’m fine.”
October 2010
Sam was concerned. Six months had gone by since the kiss, and he was finally able to stop thinking about it. He’d convinced himself it was a fluke.
The problem was that thoughts of that kiss with Blaine were being replaced by thoughts of Kurt Hummel. He found himself wanting to talk to the countertenor more, be with him more, see him more, and it scared the hell out of him.
But he was dating Quinn Fabray. Head cheerleader, with a take no prisoners attitude. He was going to be the most popular guy at school, and Quinn was perfect to help him get there.
He wasn’t gay.
His thoughts of Kurt Hummel were nothing. They would be kept to himself.
He wasn’t going to let what happened to Blaine happen to him.
November 2010
Blaine was hesitant to walk into McKinley again. In fact, he really just wanted to run back to the safety of Dalton. But Kurt needed him. What kind of friend would he be if he ran away? So he retreated to his shell of calm and collectedness.
He refused to let it show how shaken up Dave Karofsky had made him. Kurt was crying. He needed a friend, and the least Blaine could do was taking him out for lunch.
They were walking down the hall when Blaine saw him. Except… Dear god, his hair.
“Hey, Kurt, I gotta go to the bathroom. I’ll meet you out by the car?”
“Sure.” Kurt nodded before walking off.
Blaine slowly approached his old friend. Well…the boy who somewhat looked like him with horrid blonde hair.
“Sam?”
The taller boy jumped and turned quickly. His eyes widened, seeing Blaine.
“What are you doing here?”
“I was helping a friend… I could say the same for you. Why did you leave?”
“You know exactly why I left,” Sam said. His face was emotionless, but Blaine knew that that was just Sam’s defense mechanism.
“Sam, we need to talk…”
“No, we don’t.” Sam closed his locker. “Get out of here.”
“Sam, please. It’s been what, seven months? Come on.”
Sam turned back to look at Blaine. “Get out. Don’t come back. Leave me and my safe place alone. I don’t want to talk to you, I don’t want to see you, and I don’t want anything to do with you.”
Blaine sighed. “Sam, dying your hair and going to a new school won’t erase what happened.”
A blonde girl in a cheerleader’s outfit walked up to the pair. “Hey, Sam…” Her words trailed off, seeing Blaine. “Aren’t you gonna introduce me to your friend?” she looked up at him.
“Blaine, Quinn. Quinn, Blaine.” Sam muttered. “He’s not my friend.” He turned to Quinn. “Let’s go.”
“Fine,” Quinn said, taking Sam’s hand and the two walked away. Sam didn’t even look back at his friend.
December 2010
Blaine was shocked when he saw Sam at Sectionals. He was even more shocked when he realized Sam had the solo. Sam had always mocked the Warblers and said it was a stupid idea to get up and make a fool of yourself singing by choice. But Sam and the Quinn girl killed it. He was proud.
In the lobby after the tie had been called, he approached Sam, inwardly kicking himself for doing so. “You were really good,” he said, and he immediately wished he hadn’t. He wished he’d just stayed with the others.
Sam looked down. “You too,” he muttered.
There was an awkward silence. “Sam…”
“Blaine!” A familiar voice approached the pair. He smiled. “Oh, hey Sam.”
Blaine had never seen a reaction out of Sam like the one Kurt got out of him just then. Sam looked down at his shoes and smiled to himself, but only for a moment before looking back up at Kurt and smiling wider.
“Hey.”
“You and Quinn were really, really good,” Kurt grinned. “I was so proud of you guys.”
“Thanks,” Sam said softly, trying to hide his smile. “You guys were really good, too. But we would’ve won if you were with us instead.”
“You know it.” Kurt winked, and color rose in Sam’s naturally rosy cheeks. “Blaine, you ready to go?”
The shorter boy had figured it out about the time Sam had said ‘hey’ to Kurt. The blonde was in love. Sam was in love with Kurt. Kurt, a boy. Kurt, the boy who had shown signs of being interested in Blaine, who couldn’t stop thinking about Sam.
Blaine could’ve laughed at the irony if he didn’t feel like his heart was falling out of his chest.
February 2011
Blaine didn’t want to go. He really, really didn’t. But Kurt had begged, pleaded, and bribed until he’d given in. In the end, he was glad he did. New Directions had put on an excellent Michael Jackson performance.
Afterwards, Kurt had grabbed Blaine’s hand and pulled him down to the field. After a conversation with a black girl named Mercedes and a sassy Latina named Santana, Kurt finally sought out Sam. He smiled widely when he saw the blonde.
Blaine had to admit, Sam looked really good in zombie makeup. Sam and Kurt talked for awhile, the blonde conveniently ignoring Blaine, until he licked his lips - his nervous habit.
“Hey, Kurt, can umm… Can you let me talk to Blaine for a sec?”
Kurt looked confused, but he nodded slowly. “Okay,” he said. “Call me later?”
“Yeah.” Kurt moved away to go and talk to another blonde girl, leaving Blaine, and a zombified Sam standing there in awkward silence.
“I’m sorry I was such a dick to you,” Sam said.
“I just wanted to talk…”
“I know,” Sam muttered. “And I was being a coward… And I’m sorry…”
“It’s been almost a year,” Blaine said. “What do you say we both just…leave this all behind us?”
Sam nodded. “Yeah,” he said. “That sounds good.” He sighed. “But I don’t think we’re gonna get our friendship back to the way it was.”
Blaine shook his head. “It was nice while it lasted.” He forced a smile.
There was another long silence before Blaine spoke up again. “So…Kurt, huh?”
Sam couldn’t help but smile and look over to where Kurt was talking animatedly with Brittany.
“He’s…y’know… He’s nice…”
“He’s perfect for you.”
Sam looked back to Blaine and gave him a strange look. He was about to say something when a short brunette interrupted.
“Sam, Mr. Schuester’s looking for you.”
“Thanks, Rach.” Sam nodded to the girl before looking back at Blaine. “I should go.”
Blaine nodded. “Good luck with Kurt.”
Sam smiled. “Thanks.”
“Oh, and Sam?”
The boy turned to his ex-friend. “Yeah?”
“Blonde suits you well.”
April 2011
Sam was ecstatic. Kurt had moved back to McKinley a few months ago, and Sam had finally gotten the nerve up to ask him out, and Kurt had said yes. He combed his fingers through his damaged hair before getting out of the car and going up to the door. He panicked for a moment. Was he supposed to knock? Or ring the doorbell? It wasn’t like Sam had never been to the Hummel-Hudson house before, but that was to play video games with Finn, but he was pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to just knock and walk right in like he did when they were playing video games.
He finally knocked on the door, jumping back when it opened a moment later. Kurt stood there, smiling. He looked…perfect.
“Hey,” Kurt said softly.
“Hey.” Sam couldn’t help but let a stupid grin spread across his face. “Ready?”
Kurt nodded, stepping out of the house, and Sam’s grin faded almost instantly.
Kurt always dressed to impress, and tonight was no exception. If anything, he looked even better than normal, if that was possible. He wore blue skinny jeans, black lace up boots, and a fancy shirt. But over that, he wore an army green jacket.
“Sam?” Kurt asked. “Is something wrong?”
It took a moment for Sam to shake his head. “No,” he said. “Everything is perfect.” He slid his hand into Kurt’s.
Rating: PG13
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Blaine/Sam, Sam/Kurt, and a little teensy bit of Kurt/Blaine
Summary: We Blaine and Sam through their relationship. Dig into their past, and go a little bit into the future.
Spoilers: Up to A Very Glee Christmas
August 2009
Sophomore year. Sam had barely survived freshman year, but he knew he shouldn’t complain. Dalton was a nice place. There was no drama among the students, but that was more than made up by the insane classes and the fact that the power went out at least twice a month. Last year, it had gone out for a good three days.
His roommate from last year had moved to Boston, so Sam had no idea who he was rooming with. He did know, however, that the boy had already gotten there when he got to his room and the door was open. He heard the sound of…running water?
“The fuck?” he muttered. He walked in, and saw a short kid standing there. He had curly black hair, and pink sunglasses sat perched on his head. He had a clear, animal travel container on the bed - Sam’s bed - while he was setting up an aquatic tank on the table.
“Who are you, what the hell are you doing and I swear to god if that thing is poisonous, it’s going out the window.”
“Blaine Anderson, your roommate. Hamlet’s tank needs running water, and he couldn’t hurt a fly.” The short boy turned around to face Sam and smiled. “You must be Sam.”
“Nice to meet you…” Sam said slowly. “That thing is on my bed.”
“Ten seconds.” Blaine turned quickly to the tank, checked something on the side and then turned yet again and picked the frog up off the bed, much to Sam’s relief. He reached inside, scooped it out and slid it gingerly into the tank.
“How did you even get that in here?” Sam asked. “Pets aren’t allowed in the dorms.”
“Very carefully.” Blaine slid the screen over the top of the tank before turning to Sam.
Sam raised an eyebrow. “Well then. Welcome to Dalton.”
September 2009
“Sam? Can I ask you something?”
No, Sam thought. “Go ahead.”
“Why are you here if you’re into football? Dalton doesn’t have an athletics program.”
Sam snapped his book shut. “We’re not talking about this.” He looked up at his roommate. “What about your audition for the Pelicans?”
“You mean the Warblers.”
“Yeah, them.”
“I dunno.” Blaine shrugged, but a smirk played on his lips. “Maybe… I got a feelin’ that tonight’s gonna be a good night-” His purposely off-key singing was cut off by Sam’s pillow getting thrown at him.
“That song needs to burn in hell.”
“I rather like it,” Blaine smiled.
“You would.” Sam rolled his eyes.
October 2009
Dalton had been lucky. Only a few power outages, only about an hour long. Everyone who had been to Dalton before, including Sam, were on the edge, waiting for the week long blackout they knew was coming, while the fresh meat walked around in blissful oblivion.
Sometime in October was when it happened. Blaine was listening to an iPod playlist of songs they were singing for the Warblers, and Sam was reading a comic book. The lights flickered, and then the room went dark. There was a collective groan from the entire hall.
After half an hour, the Warden - no one could pronounce his name, so that’s what everyone called him behind his back - came through the hall and told everyone to get out their flashlights. The power would be out for at least the rest of the night.
“What’s your problem?” Sam shone his light onto Blaine, who had started panicking.
“Hamlet’s tank can’t get below a certain temperature,” Blain said. “And without the power, his heater’s not gonna work, and without the heater, he could die!”
“Okay, Blaine? Calm down.” Sam stood up. “Go down to the mess hall and get a meat thermometer and a cup. The electricity doesn’t affect the water, so we’ll just add warm water to the tank whenever it gets cold, okay?”
“We’ll have to be up all night.”
“Do you want your turtle-”
“Frog.”
“-to die?”
“No…”
“Then go!” Sam shooed Blaine out. The shorter boy nodded before running off.
Five hours later, Sam was exhausted. “Say something,” he commanded Blaine.
“Like what?” the boy blinked at Sam.
“Anything.”
“Well… My parents live in Lima, but they sent me up here to go to school. My middle name is Jason, I love Red Hots - the candies, I mean - and I’m gay.”
“My parents are dead. My grandparents live in town, but they don’t wanna put up with me, and that’s why I’m here. I think it’s because I remind them of my mom. I look just like her. My middle name is Vincent, I love cherry coke, and I’m straight.”
Blaine cocked his head at Sam. “It doesn’t bother you that I’m gay?”
“Should it?”
Blaine smiled widely. “I think I love Dalton.”
December 2009
“Why am I doing this?” Blaine rubbed his temples.
“Because you love me,” Sam grinned
“For some reason.”
Blaine checked his phone. “It is December. In Ohio. At 11PM. And I am standing outside in the snow for Smurfs.”
“Avatars.” Sam rolled his eyes.
“Whatever.”
“C’mon, it’ll be fun.” Sam gave Blaine a grin.
“Well it’s not exactly like I can just leave.” The shorter boy nodded to Wes, who had driven them there.
“You’re stuck with meeee,” Sam said in a sing-song voice.
Blaine laughed. “Guess I am.”
February 2010
The first change Sam noticed was that Blaine lost the pink sunglasses. But that happened way back in September, just after they had started school. So he really didn’t think anything of it.
Slowly, Blaine would start tucking in his tie. He stopped drinking Diet Coke and started drinking tea. He stopped doodling Disney characters and the Harry Potter logo in the margins of his notebook and focused more and more on the Warblers.
But the real change came in February. Sam awoke to the smell of…something burning. He sat up straight, his mind racing. The circuit breaker broke again and set the school on fire this time oh my god we’re all gonna die. It took a moment for his brain to clear until he noticed Blaine in front of the mirror, straightening his hair.
“Blaine?”
“Yeah?” Blaine looked at Sam in the mirror.
“What are you doing?”
“Trying out a new look.”
“Well I think you’re killing your hair cells.”
Blaine rolled his eyes, unplugging the iron and setting it down on the table, before starting to style his hair exactly how he wanted it.
“You’re a moron.” Sam rolled his eyes, rolling over and closing his eyes. Blaine didn’t respond.
March 2010
Sam had never seen Blaine so upset. He felt out of place, being Blaine’s only non-Warbler friend, as they all stood outside, under the large tree.
Blaine placed a shoebox in the hole Dave had dug, and then moved away, holding back his tears. Sam quickly moved to his side.
“It’s gonna be okay…” he tried to comfort his friend.
Blaine just nodded numbly, and Sam wished he knew what to say.
May 2010
“Can you believe we’re Juniors?” Blaine asked, as he zipped up his bag.
“Can you believe we’re leaving tomorrow?” Sam grinned from where he sat on the floor at the foot of his bed.
“It’s been a long year.”
“Tell me about it.”
Sam rubbed his temple as the lights suddenly went out. “Great,” he groaned.
“We couldn’t have had one last night,” Blaine groaned.
“No, because this building is possessed.”
“By a ghost.” Blaine smiled, but it wasn’t the wide, goofy smile of August. It seemed different. Blaine seemed different.
“His name should be Almaric.”
“What kind of name is that?” Blaine asked. “He’s a ghost, not a wizard.”
“What if he is a wizard?” Sam grinned.
“So the school is possessed by a wizard ghost named Almaric who likes to turn off the power.”
“Yup.”
Blaine smiled, before grabbing his blazer off his bed, slipping it on and hugging it around himself. “God,” he said. “It’s May. It should not be this cold.”
“Here.” Sam shrugged his army green jacket off his shoulders, and held it out for Blaine. The shorter boy smiled again.
“Not exactly my color,” he said, sliding his blazer off and taking the jacket from Sam. “Thanks.” He smiled, hugging it around himself.
“So,” Sam said. “We’ve known each other for ten months and you’ve never told me. If your parents live in Lima, why don’t you go to school there?”
Blaine sighed, sitting down next to Sam and flicking his flashlight across the wall. “I did. McKinley High for freshman year. It’s not exactly a gay-friendly school like Dalton.” He shoved up the sleeve of Sam’s jacket, shining his flashlight on his arm to show a white scar. “Someone shoved me into an open locker. The corner of the door caught my arm and cut it bad. That was the last straw, so…I ran. I was scared, and Dalton seemed like the perfect place to be safe.”
Sam was speechless. “Oh my god… Blaine… I’m so sorry…”
Blaine shrugged and smiled. “It’s not a bad thing. I’ve made friends here. I’ve met you.” He tugged the sleeve down and put his hand on Sam’s knee.
The brunette boy felt something odd in his stomach, and before he realized it, his lips were on Blaine’s and he was kissing him, and he was kissing Sam back. Until Sam jumped away from Blaine, his eyes wide.
“Sam…” Blaine said slowly.
“We should get some sleep,” Sam mumbled. “Big day tomorrow.”
“Sam.”
Sam turned to Blaine. “I’m not gay.”
“I didn’t-”
“I’m not gay.” He turned away from Blaine and got into bed, pulling the covers over his head.
Blaine opened his mouth to say something, but he thought better of it. He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment before climbing into his own bed.
August 2010
Blaine had tried to get ahold of Sam all summer, but the brunette never answered. So Blaine was looking forward to seeing Sam face to face, so the other couldn’t run away.
“Dave?” Blaine asked in confusion, seeing the senior unpacking his bags.
“Hey man,” Dave grinned.
“Where’s Sam?”
“He’s not at Dalton this year. There are rumors going around that he talked his grandparents into moving to Lima.” There was a long pause before Dave looked up at Blaine.
“Hey, you okay, dude?”
“Yeah… Yeah, I’m… I’m fine.”
October 2010
Sam was concerned. Six months had gone by since the kiss, and he was finally able to stop thinking about it. He’d convinced himself it was a fluke.
The problem was that thoughts of that kiss with Blaine were being replaced by thoughts of Kurt Hummel. He found himself wanting to talk to the countertenor more, be with him more, see him more, and it scared the hell out of him.
But he was dating Quinn Fabray. Head cheerleader, with a take no prisoners attitude. He was going to be the most popular guy at school, and Quinn was perfect to help him get there.
He wasn’t gay.
His thoughts of Kurt Hummel were nothing. They would be kept to himself.
He wasn’t going to let what happened to Blaine happen to him.
November 2010
Blaine was hesitant to walk into McKinley again. In fact, he really just wanted to run back to the safety of Dalton. But Kurt needed him. What kind of friend would he be if he ran away? So he retreated to his shell of calm and collectedness.
He refused to let it show how shaken up Dave Karofsky had made him. Kurt was crying. He needed a friend, and the least Blaine could do was taking him out for lunch.
They were walking down the hall when Blaine saw him. Except… Dear god, his hair.
“Hey, Kurt, I gotta go to the bathroom. I’ll meet you out by the car?”
“Sure.” Kurt nodded before walking off.
Blaine slowly approached his old friend. Well…the boy who somewhat looked like him with horrid blonde hair.
“Sam?”
The taller boy jumped and turned quickly. His eyes widened, seeing Blaine.
“What are you doing here?”
“I was helping a friend… I could say the same for you. Why did you leave?”
“You know exactly why I left,” Sam said. His face was emotionless, but Blaine knew that that was just Sam’s defense mechanism.
“Sam, we need to talk…”
“No, we don’t.” Sam closed his locker. “Get out of here.”
“Sam, please. It’s been what, seven months? Come on.”
Sam turned back to look at Blaine. “Get out. Don’t come back. Leave me and my safe place alone. I don’t want to talk to you, I don’t want to see you, and I don’t want anything to do with you.”
Blaine sighed. “Sam, dying your hair and going to a new school won’t erase what happened.”
A blonde girl in a cheerleader’s outfit walked up to the pair. “Hey, Sam…” Her words trailed off, seeing Blaine. “Aren’t you gonna introduce me to your friend?” she looked up at him.
“Blaine, Quinn. Quinn, Blaine.” Sam muttered. “He’s not my friend.” He turned to Quinn. “Let’s go.”
“Fine,” Quinn said, taking Sam’s hand and the two walked away. Sam didn’t even look back at his friend.
December 2010
Blaine was shocked when he saw Sam at Sectionals. He was even more shocked when he realized Sam had the solo. Sam had always mocked the Warblers and said it was a stupid idea to get up and make a fool of yourself singing by choice. But Sam and the Quinn girl killed it. He was proud.
In the lobby after the tie had been called, he approached Sam, inwardly kicking himself for doing so. “You were really good,” he said, and he immediately wished he hadn’t. He wished he’d just stayed with the others.
Sam looked down. “You too,” he muttered.
There was an awkward silence. “Sam…”
“Blaine!” A familiar voice approached the pair. He smiled. “Oh, hey Sam.”
Blaine had never seen a reaction out of Sam like the one Kurt got out of him just then. Sam looked down at his shoes and smiled to himself, but only for a moment before looking back up at Kurt and smiling wider.
“Hey.”
“You and Quinn were really, really good,” Kurt grinned. “I was so proud of you guys.”
“Thanks,” Sam said softly, trying to hide his smile. “You guys were really good, too. But we would’ve won if you were with us instead.”
“You know it.” Kurt winked, and color rose in Sam’s naturally rosy cheeks. “Blaine, you ready to go?”
The shorter boy had figured it out about the time Sam had said ‘hey’ to Kurt. The blonde was in love. Sam was in love with Kurt. Kurt, a boy. Kurt, the boy who had shown signs of being interested in Blaine, who couldn’t stop thinking about Sam.
Blaine could’ve laughed at the irony if he didn’t feel like his heart was falling out of his chest.
February 2011
Blaine didn’t want to go. He really, really didn’t. But Kurt had begged, pleaded, and bribed until he’d given in. In the end, he was glad he did. New Directions had put on an excellent Michael Jackson performance.
Afterwards, Kurt had grabbed Blaine’s hand and pulled him down to the field. After a conversation with a black girl named Mercedes and a sassy Latina named Santana, Kurt finally sought out Sam. He smiled widely when he saw the blonde.
Blaine had to admit, Sam looked really good in zombie makeup. Sam and Kurt talked for awhile, the blonde conveniently ignoring Blaine, until he licked his lips - his nervous habit.
“Hey, Kurt, can umm… Can you let me talk to Blaine for a sec?”
Kurt looked confused, but he nodded slowly. “Okay,” he said. “Call me later?”
“Yeah.” Kurt moved away to go and talk to another blonde girl, leaving Blaine, and a zombified Sam standing there in awkward silence.
“I’m sorry I was such a dick to you,” Sam said.
“I just wanted to talk…”
“I know,” Sam muttered. “And I was being a coward… And I’m sorry…”
“It’s been almost a year,” Blaine said. “What do you say we both just…leave this all behind us?”
Sam nodded. “Yeah,” he said. “That sounds good.” He sighed. “But I don’t think we’re gonna get our friendship back to the way it was.”
Blaine shook his head. “It was nice while it lasted.” He forced a smile.
There was another long silence before Blaine spoke up again. “So…Kurt, huh?”
Sam couldn’t help but smile and look over to where Kurt was talking animatedly with Brittany.
“He’s…y’know… He’s nice…”
“He’s perfect for you.”
Sam looked back to Blaine and gave him a strange look. He was about to say something when a short brunette interrupted.
“Sam, Mr. Schuester’s looking for you.”
“Thanks, Rach.” Sam nodded to the girl before looking back at Blaine. “I should go.”
Blaine nodded. “Good luck with Kurt.”
Sam smiled. “Thanks.”
“Oh, and Sam?”
The boy turned to his ex-friend. “Yeah?”
“Blonde suits you well.”
April 2011
Sam was ecstatic. Kurt had moved back to McKinley a few months ago, and Sam had finally gotten the nerve up to ask him out, and Kurt had said yes. He combed his fingers through his damaged hair before getting out of the car and going up to the door. He panicked for a moment. Was he supposed to knock? Or ring the doorbell? It wasn’t like Sam had never been to the Hummel-Hudson house before, but that was to play video games with Finn, but he was pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to just knock and walk right in like he did when they were playing video games.
He finally knocked on the door, jumping back when it opened a moment later. Kurt stood there, smiling. He looked…perfect.
“Hey,” Kurt said softly.
“Hey.” Sam couldn’t help but let a stupid grin spread across his face. “Ready?”
Kurt nodded, stepping out of the house, and Sam’s grin faded almost instantly.
Kurt always dressed to impress, and tonight was no exception. If anything, he looked even better than normal, if that was possible. He wore blue skinny jeans, black lace up boots, and a fancy shirt. But over that, he wore an army green jacket.
“Sam?” Kurt asked. “Is something wrong?”
It took a moment for Sam to shake his head. “No,” he said. “Everything is perfect.” He slid his hand into Kurt’s.